Ascension Vision- The Levels of Ascension Box Set

by Amy Proebstel

  Ahn did not want to go too far since he wanted to keep his eye on Petre to make sure he did not try to pull any stunts. “Daven, what’s the meaning of this? You can’t possibly believe anything Petre has told you. Do you realize he was identified by Corva as the man spying on our house while Vinia was staying with us? He has obviously come up with this scheme to get information out of us on her whereabouts.”

  Daven nodded his understanding of Ahn’s statements. “I can see why you would believe such a thing, however, after you hear what has happened, you might change your mind. Also, to put you at ease, Petre allowed me free access to his mind, and I find he has changed more than any of us could imagine. Please humor me in this matter; I believe both of them.”

  Ahn shook his head in wonder. If any other man had given him this explanation, he would have told him he was crazy. He knew and respected Elder Daven and recognized him to be a competent and trustworthy person. Finally, he nodded his agreement, and the two of them returned to the group and began the short journey to the Harbor Master’s house.

  They entered the house and sat down in the formal sitting room near the front door. Corva had yet to make an appearance and Barla asked, “Can I get anyone anything to eat or drink?”

  “We’re fine, Barla. Please sit down,” Daven directed as he remained standing to share the story with them. Using his considerable power, he called Corva to them and waited for her to make an appearance before he began.

  Corva came down the stairs, looking slightly confused until she saw all of the people downstairs waiting for her. She held her hands clasped behind her back and looked down at her toes, uncomfortable with the situation. She no longer remembered anything about either of her birth parents, and she loved Captain Ahn and Barla as if they were her parents.

  With a quick glance at the newcomers, she recognized Petre very well. She recalled he was the man who had been watching their house. She hazarded a glance over at Ahn to see how he was reacting to having the man he detested in their home. The expression on his face also left her puzzled because he was only looking mildly irritated and not irate. Corva stepped further into the room, stopping directly behind Barla’s place on the loveseat.

  Tirsha could not help but stare at the young woman who could only be her daughter. She seemed so tall and poised. It tore at her heart that she had missed out on so much in such a short period of time. More than anything, Tirsha wanted to hear Corva speak to see if she still had the same voice she recalled.

  Daven had his group assembled, and he proceeded to share with them all the events of the afternoon. As each detail unfolded, the listeners shifted between interest and uncomfortable. He could see that Corva was concerned for Tirsha’s welfare at the discovery of her being found near death.

  Petre especially did not like how his role in the matter sounded and wished it could have been told in a more favorable light. However, Elder Daven only spoke the facts of the matter, so he had no way to refute any of his statements. With the mention of the samara, Petre only felt a slight twinge of loss over it. Looking over at Tirsha, he believed he had found a greater prize if he could only overcome his former reputation with women.

  When Daven finished speaking, Barla was the first to ask, “So you have your own samara?”

  “I do. Petre gave it to me and told me it was mine.”

  Captain Ahn glanced suspiciously over at Petre to see what kind of angle he was working to give up something so powerful without asking for anything in return. “What’s in this for you, Petre?” he asked rudely.

  “Nothing,” Petre answered swiftly. “I almost died thinking I could control his samara. When he came near and rescued us both from between the dimensions, I knew it belonged to him. I gladly let him have it.” He looked over to Tirsha and wondered if he dared to ask for anything from her.

  “And how exactly does Tirsha fit into your plans, Petre?” Ahn asked bluntly.

  “I hope she’ll allow me to watch out for her. We were drawn together from a vast distance of space and time, and I still am unsure why. I would hope we can have the opportunity to find out for ourselves. That is if Tirsha wants it as well.”

  Tirsha looked as if she were surprised by Petre’s statement and floundered a bit before she answered. “Everything has been happening so fast for me. Only a short time ago, I was with Corva, and she was a toddler. My husband was,” her voice broke as the realization hit her. “He was alive earlier today, in my mind. I don’t know what I want to do now, or even where I will be sleeping tonight, for that matter.”

  “You can stay here, Tirsha. Absolutely, you must remain here until you can get yourself sorted out,” Barla insisted. She reached up and touched Corva’s hand to reassure her. “You probably want to get to know Corva as well. I think it would be best and easiest for everyone involved if you spent your time here to do so.” Just the idea of Corva calling someone else mother was making her heart ache, yet she was thrilled to think Corva would have another chance to have her mother back.

  Corva’s other hand reached out and covered Barla’s in reassurance. She was intrigued by this woman; however, Barla was the mother she remembered from her entire life. This other lady was a complete stranger who happened to look similar to herself.

  Petre stood up and drew all eyes to him immediately. He could tell that as long as he remained, the reunion between mother and daughter would be postponed. He wanted Tirsha to have her daughter back so she would be happy. “Well, as long as I know Tirsha is going to be taken care of, I guess I’ll be heading out. I should probably get back to my water craft and make sure everything is still there. I’d like to be able to check in with you again sometime soon, Tirsha, if you wouldn’t mind.”

  “I’d like that, Petre. Thank you for keeping me safe.”

  Petre nodded at Tirsha and then turned to Captain Ahn. “I know we’ve had our problems in the past, but I hope you can put that aside and allow me to see Tirsha from time to time. I promise I won’t cause any trouble.”

  After hearing Elder Daven’s account, and watching Petre closely, he was most surprised by Petre’s request. He was even more shocked when he heard himself say, “I will allow that as long as Tirsha agrees she wants it as well.”

  “On that note, then, I believe I’ll be leaving as well. I’ll walk out with you, Petre,” Daven added into the silence. “Thank you for taking in Tirsha.” He turned to Corva and said, “I hope you will get to know Tirsha. I know this can’t be easy for you. If you want to talk to me, simply send a message to me on the patil.” Petre waited for him at the front door, and they walked back up the sidewalk toward the landing field.

  “Do you think Captain Ahn meant it when he said I could come to see Tirsha?”

  “He’s always been plainspoken before, so I don’t see why not.”

  Petre nodded and then asked, “Do you think you could give me a ride to my water craft?”

  “Sure, once we get to the telepod you can give me the nearest landing coordinates of where you’re docked.” Daven was still impressed by Petre’s self-control. He wondered what was to come of him in the future.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  VINIA HAD DINNER prepared and on the table by the time she heard a knock on the door. If she were truly contemplating a life with Ozian, she knew she ought to at least spend more time with him. Marriage was more than just liking how someone looked or appreciating how he acted toward her; it was about compatibility and common interests.

  She smoothed out her tunic and hastily looked around the house to make sure everything was in place before she walked across the room. Danika was playing quietly on the floor, already full from her dinner. The evening should go smoothly since everything had been taken care of beforehand.

  She opened the door and smiled warmly at Ozian. He held out a bouquet of flowers for her and waited to be invited inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful,” Vinia said as she took the flowers from him. “Come inside. Dinner’s on the table. Go ahead and sit down while I get a
glass and water for these flowers.”

  Ozian watched Vinia as she moved confidently through her house. He could hardly wait to be able to spend every moment with her. Danika squealed on the floor, catching Ozian’s attention. He revised his previous idea to include spending time with Danika as well. All his life, he had wanted children, but to imagine there being one so soon was both slightly overwhelming and exciting at the same time.

  “Have you heard anything from your other kids?” Ozian asked as he sat at the table.

  “No, but Vala seemed to be in a better place when they left. I’ve never seen anything like what’s happening between her and Willian. Could you even imagine? And for him to be betrothed to her best friend? It must’ve been terrible for her.”

  “As you said, it seems to have all worked itself out. What’ll happen to them now? What’s the common custom here in Tuala?”

  His question caused her to notice once again how much he still did not know about her homeworld. Would it always be like this? Would he want to stay where he was unsure of the customs? “None of what happened between them is common, here or anywhere I know of. It was special…a miracle you might say. The part which made it okay was the fact that both parties of the betrothal were willing to give it up. There won’t be any repercussions from the dissolution, so that’s good for all involved.”

  “Does this mean that Valentina and Willian are now betrothed?”

  Vinia set the vase on the table and sat down across from Ozian. “No, Vala wants to wait. However, according to Elder Daven, her reticence won’t change the outcome. The two of them are destined to be together. I just hope Vala will accept it sooner, so she won’t torture herself with indecision.”

  “Well, I can understand her position. If she were to marry Willian, wouldn’t she have to leave Earth to live with him? I mean, he’s the Elder’s heir so it’s not like he can move to Earth and stay there with her, can he?”

  “No, I don’t suppose he would although Riccan has figured out a way to live in both places. Maybe Willian can work something out similarly.”

  “I’m sure they’ll figure it out. They have time. Dinner looks amazing.” He nodded approval at the many dishes prepared in front of him.

  “I can say grace, and you can serve,” Vinia offered, knowing Ozian still felt self-conscious about what to say for the blessing of the food.

  Ozian readily agreed and bowed his head as he listened to Vinia’s eloquent, yet simple prayer. When she finished, he dished up both of their plates and began eating. There were several things which were new to him, but he was always willing to try new things. Vinia’s cooking was wonderful, and he felt like a lucky man.

  “Tell me about Heliok,” Vinia suggested during the lull in their conversation. “What was life like there?”

  “It’s an old planet with even older customs. The people are archaic in their thinking, and the men make all of the decisions. Like I told you before, I never agreed with this way of living because the women are the ones who do most of the work.

  “The planet is dying; all of the lands are barren and sterile. The people live in buildings which are climate-controlled and where food is scarce. They also have a government system similar to here, but the ruling men are only in charge of individual buildings which can house several thousand people. Crime is rampant partially because of the scarcity, but mostly from the uncertainty. I can’t imagine the planet will be able to sustain itself much longer.”

  “What about your family? Are there people there who you need to help?” Vinia had no idea things were so bad on his homeworld. Even at the worst time in her life, Vinia knew she could go to the Elders to give her food or shelter.

  “I don’t have any family anymore. My mother died quite some time ago. My father couldn’t handle being around me, so he left me to work in the slave’s dome. I basically raised myself which was the reason I ended up volunteering for duty on Viceroy Blair’s spacecraft.”

  “If your people have the technology for space travel, why can’t they figure out how to revive your planet?”

  “That’s the thing; we don’t have the technology. Viceroy Blair stole the craft from visitors to our planet. They had come on a peaceful mission to help our people, but they didn’t know what they were getting themselves involved with. Viceroy Blair gathered a group of thugs to kill the crew and take the ship off-planet in search of resources elsewhere.

  “We were all figuring out how the spacecraft worked as we went along. Anytime something would break, we had no idea how to fix it. When the food beds broke, we quickly ran out of anything to eat, and that’s why we ended up landing on Tuala. I was especially impressed with Juila’s skill at fixing the equipment on board the ship, mostly because she was so young and had never actually seen the system before. Even then, Juila had everything running in almost no time at all.

  “Heliok could possibly survive if they allowed all of the people to use their brains. As it is, they’re too proud, or too stupid to allow any change, even if it means the death of everybody.”

  Vinia had stopped eating while she listened to Ozian’s story. She could not believe how bad his planet had gotten. It was no wonder he was so ready to try a life somewhere else, in a place where he could make a difference. She felt honored that he wanted to make that life with her.

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  Dr. Gascon finally cleared everyone out of his office by yelling at them and telling them they were incompetent. He ordered them to search the grounds for Petre even though he knew it was a futile effort. At least this way, he could fire someone and blame them for Petre’s disappearance rather than have to admit to anyone that his patient had simply disappeared right in the middle of his office.

  He stomped across his office and sat down hard on his chair. Only then did he register the unpleasant, cold wetness from inside his pant legs. He jumped up again and hastily ripped his belt off and dropped his trousers on the floor. He stepped out of them disgustedly and kicked them in a heap across the room and sat back down.

  Reaching out to pick up the phone on his desk, he noticed his hand trembling and cursed out loud at his own weakness. He grabbed the phone up and began dialing his secretary when he recalled he had fired her the week before. Slamming the receiver down, he vented his anger by throwing whatever was within his reach across his office, pleased when the items broke against the farthest wall.

  One of his throws came close to the place where his skull of doom had always rested. The emptiness of the shelf sobered him immediately. His last tie to his abductor was gone, and now he no longer had any proof of his childhood kidnapping. How was he supposed to get revenge on the man if he had no tie to him?

  Instantly, he was a small child again, being held against his will in a dark, windowless van. A man was sitting next to him holding a strange ball of light in his hands and telling him tales designed to scare him into peeing himself. The light moved closer to his face, and he could see images of his family being tortured inside the ball and he screamed and closed his eyes.

  The man punched him in the gut and told him to open his eyes and watch, or he would do something worse to him. Stephen could hardly see through the tears filling his eyes, and he was grateful for it because he would never get the blurry images out of his head. He had no way of knowing how long he had been kept, but it was long enough for him to foul his pants, mostly from fear.

  “My name is Lucinden. Repeat my name, Stephen.” He held his face close to Stephen’s, staring at him directly in his one eye.

  Stephen felt Lucinden’s foul breath on his cheek, and he trembled in fear. He could not force any sound to come out of his mouth. The man wrenched his arm cruelly behind his back until Stephen cried out in pain as a bone snapped. “Lucinden!”

  “Very good, Stephen. I’m originally from Tuala. When the time is right, you will recall this conversation.” The sphere of light disappeared along with Lucinden, and only a shining object remained where the man had been sitting. Stephen stared at th
e crystal skull leering back at him, and he became enthralled. The longer he stared at the empty eye sockets, the more fascinated he became with the macabre stone. Unable to help himself, Stephen picked up the skull and put it into his pocket. Never would he tell anyone about what he had found. It was his!

  Now it was gone! His despair rapidly changed to a plan of action as his memories and fear returned. He did have a tie to Lucinden, and his name was Petre MacVeen! Not only did he have one tie, he actually had four.

  Shemalla had spoken of Amanda’s journey in Tuala when she was a drugged patient. Nealand had also experienced the same delusions during his questioning before he had been broken out of the facility which brought his thoughts to Amanda. She seemed to be at the heart of this whole chain of events. It was time for her to pay him a visit.

  Ascension’s

  Gate

  Book Ten

  of

  The Levels of Ascension

  Preface

  CHANGE IS INEVITABLE with the passing of time. When adaptation is learned in the process, then peace and harmony can abound. Keep the past in mind when allowing changes to happen so you can determine if you will still be leading the people on the right path. Remember your duty is first to Me and then to My people.

  The first test for an Elder is to recognize your own limitations. Do not impose limitations on yourself just for the lack of desire for learning; only let it be for when you truly can allow others to do the job better and faster than you can yourself.

  The second test is to know people like to feel needed and appreciated. Give them every opportunity to be both for you in all your interactions. Help them in achieving the success I have ordained for their futures.

  Excerpt from the Elder’s Instructional Guide

  Chapter One