Hidden In Liquid

Jane Maria

Description

A Dream House…Where Dreams Come True. . . Marisa always knew she was different—in a special way. When she was just a little girl, her father introduced her to her celestial sister, MoonGlow. Throughout her life, Marisa has been aware of mysteries and magic just beyond what she can see. Now in her early forties, she's come to a turning point. She is a young widow, and her son has left for college. It's time for a new dream…and with hope and a mystical "knowing," she buys a supposedly haunted house near the Great Liquid…the ocean, which has always inspired respect and fear in her. As she inhabits her haven by the ocean, she comes to realize that it isn't haunted: it is alive with spirits who want to draw her into a realm where past and present merge—where she can learn of the journey that brought her here. As she surrenders to her sister MoonGlow, and the moon's ancient lover High Tide in an ecstatic dance of fate, Marisa will see the triumphs and tragedies of a past that intertwines with the present, as old friends and lovers become new, as past sorrow pierces her present karma, and past joy flowers into new beginnings. Immersed in High Tide's wonder, guided by MoonGlow, Marisa will truly discover what lies hidden in liquid.

Sujets

• Fantastique
• Romance fantastique
• Romance
• Romance paranormale
• Romance policière
• Fiction
• Time Travel
• Romance fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Outskirts Press
• Date de parution: 24 octobre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781478783565
• Langue: English

Extrait

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

Hidden In Liquid
Return to Me- a Love Lost in Time
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PROLOGUE:
“We have what we seek. It is there all the time, and if we
give it some time…It will make itself known to us.”
Thomas Merton

I was eight years old when my father told me, “Marisa, be careful what you tell people—what you reveal of yourself,” as he broke his gaze from afar for just a moment to look at me.
“I mean all the things I’ve taught and shared with you about our friends out there. People won’t always understand you, or even try. They may label you, turn away, and well—it’s just best to keep these secrets to yourself for the most part.”
As my father and I continued to gaze up at the life beyond and outside our realm, I broke our mutual ritual for a moment and looked at him. “Dad, why is that again? Why can’t I just be me and say what I want to say?” I, myself, did not call them secrets as my father did. I called them “knowings” as a child. My father and I just knew stuff that maybe only a few did.
That particular night had dominated a clear unobstructed sky. Except for a few childlike questions from me, we both basked without any interruption in our viewing of inexhaustible counts of divinely fixed bodies of light, who so proudly boasted of their penetrating luminosity. Those bodies were akin to us. They were our own. They belonged to us and we belonged to them. We knew this to be true.
My father was given the gift of these “knowings” when he was a child. As an astronomy professor, he would be the one to introduce and bestow truths to me of intrinsic as well as extrinsic mysteries of those worlds above and beyond. From the earliest time that I could remember, he had presented me to our friends, the constellations, and their own collective domains of various inheritances. It made me feel special, yet isolated much of the time.
After that time of being eight years of age, I began venturing through my higher self. I became awakened to higher grounds, so to speak, ever soaring more and more as time passed by.
I was my father’s daughter indeed. I was one of his kind who possessed these “knowings.” I was also the one whom he had chosen to be introduced to his best friend shortly after my birth and likewise, she would become my best friend also. She was not of this world, though. She resided elsewhere.
As he continued to reiterate the necessity of being “careful” throughout my childhood, I would reassure him. I divulged to only a few along the way and more so to my friend, Caroline, who would become my earthly best friend at the age of nine. Otherwise, I kept quiet. So I came to be, well—the one whom I was meant to be.
As my journeys continued into adulthood, I would be lifted and escorted into the abodes of the night skies comprised of endless esoteric mysteries. These journeys would lead me to the knowings of the Great Liquid who retained from us sentenced humans the secrets and sins that had been hidden for eons. Though I would possess great reverence of this massive liquid, I would also possess an unexplained lifelong fear of it, and thus I would continue to hope for the day of reasoning of this lingering fear.
In time, I would also be taken to a forgotten earthly period where a former lover would yearn to be reunited again with me in the present. Thus, the word “familiar” would come forefront in endless successions consuming my thoughts and rousings.
My best friend from elsewhere would be the very one to propagate those journeys and have me enter into those worlds of unveiling what is hidden…what is hidden in liquid.
Chapter 1
AND SO I CAME TO BE
“It beckons, drenches, and cleanses us, and then drowns us in its sweet delights….”
I t was not quite twilight yet, but I felt assured this evening would be engulfed with promises of hope and maybe a smidgen of magic. I was forty years of age now and it was mid-spring of 2009. Driving down the coastal highway along the North Carolina coast, I had the top down on my Lexus convertible. With my hair having permission to blow in any direction as it pleased, I was happy. I believe I was the happiest I had been in quite a long time.
Medleys of my parents’ songs of the 1970s were blaring out their lyrics that I had never tired of, for these songs belonged to those who were kindred to romantic moonlit evenings full of their enchanting dances, as they were shared with all the deserving who were predestined as myself. So as loud as I could get my sound system to play, they were appropriate on this early evening of my best friend’s expected affirmation of what was yet to come. Yes, I was happy.
I lifted my hands from the steering wheel for a moment, waving them wildly while catching the wind in gratitude for its promise of good luck. As I was singing along, there was nothing that could have countered this ecstatic moment. This evening was magical. I knew it. I could feel it. I could taste it.
My hair took an unexpected sudden wisp of flight to my left and upward, so as to make my head jolt a bit. I looked up toward my right, and in an instant a collection of whimsical lights had strewn themselves across the early sunset horizon. They began to dance their dance. I began to feel those familiar electrical currents as the vibrations of my soul’s existence were rising. “This is one of those pivotal moments, as I knew it would be,” I heard myself say. The premonition I had expected was about to become a disclosure of what I had already felt and known.
I was close. I would be arriving at the property that I was considering buying. A realtor friend of mine had been encouraging me to settle in this area. Even though this particular property had been uninhabited for several years, I felt that I was being pulled to go check out this abandoned dwelling. I already knew who had been pulling me. So somehow, I already knew it was a done deal.
The house for sale was located on a beach where I had always dreamed of living and taking refuge, so to speak, along the North Carolina coastline. Since childhood, I had longed for this. Besides, my best friend resided just right above this home-to-be.
She had promised me during my childhood that she would always be there and never leave, if I would just say “yes” to her proposal of residing “at the place where you are meant to be some day,” she would always say.
Suddenly, an imposing bolt of light burst majestically over the horizon, causing the whimsical lights to vanish. Then there she was in all her glory. My best friend had appointed and bestowed herself so elegantly across the horizon just for my sake. How delighted and somewhat surprised I had felt.
As the songs continued, she came forth in full view, radiating a glowlight more forceful and vivid than I had ever seen from her before. Her face appeared within her spherical light, and as she ever so smoothly gave me a wink, her lips pursed and blew me that delicate kiss of her blessing…the kiss that settled everything and assured my destiny. I reciprocated the kiss, and with a smile I bowed my head.
I saw Stan’s car parked as I drove up along the road and up the hill. I did not recall parking and getting out of my car. I must had been in some sort of trance that my best friend had concocted for me. So I assumed I had greeted and spoken with Stan already, for I was standing next to him in an almost-frozen state before the lonely, worn and forgotten two-story house.
Stan had informed me that this house had been vacant for three years now. It had been a rental when last it was occupied. The owner, who had been down on his luck, was planning to tear it down in a couple of months and sell the lot. He had to do that anyway because the appearance of the abandoned house was having an effect on the property value here, not to mention how the neighbors had complained.
I was saddened, as I could see how the unwelcome cold winters and smoldering summers had not been a friend to the house. She was enveloped with old weathered and peeling dirty dull paint, along with beaten and splintered shutters. An unkempt distressed yard enclosed her and had kept her captive to a life of loneliness. But even so, I felt something magical and mysterious, as well as haunting. Stan had used this description of “haunting” when I first inquired about this house.
As I continued my desiring fixed gaze upon this dwelling, I suddenly began to possess a strong vibrant affinity for this dull, dilapidated house. I knew I was being pulled from the moment I saw her. She had summoned me and her spell had been cast.
“How could anyone discard you when I can feel your beauty so strongly and so powerfully?” I said aloud, as the melancholy for this strange yet magical abandoned abode consumed me.
I felt blessed that my best friend from above had saved this treasure for the past three years just for me until the time came. I would le