Behind the Open Door

Sally Gallot-Reeves

Description

On this journey, eight-year-old Cassie travels with her invisible dog friend Patrik to Lemuria, where she translates an important book to free captive spirits.
Cassie is a highly gifted and telepathic child. With her imaginary dog friend Patrik, she continues her quest to create connections between worlds with their crystals of transmutation. On this critical journey, they must reach Akaleia and Lemuria.
Traveling within the portals of the magic tree and using the alchemy of time, they reach Lemuria and discover their secret lives and true mission. With the help of Patrik, Cassie translates the Book of Light. Together, they must protect its contents and release the captive spirits within the potting shed.
Behind the Open Door: The Alchemy of Time is the second work in a five part series unveiling the life of eight-year-old Cassie Murphy, so her adventure doesn’t stop here!

Sujets

• Crystals
• Time Travel
• Fiction
• Imagination

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press
• Date de parution: 07 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798765241097
• Langue: English

Extrait

Behind the Open Door
 
 
the alchemy of time
 
 
 
SALLY GALLOT-REEVES
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2023 Sally Gallot-Reeves.
 
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Interior Image Credit: Carol Knight, Amarillo Texas
 
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4110-3 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4108-0 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-7652-4109-7 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023906868
 
Balboa Press rev. date: 05/04/2023
CONTENTS
Chapter 1Closing Up for Winter
Chapter 2Lights, Ribbons, Magic!
Chapter 3Creating Time
Chapter 4The Vibrations
Chapter 5Open the Door
Chapter 6Christmas Wishes
Chapter 7The Potting Shed Dollhouse
Chapter 8Wedding Bells
Chapter 9March Madness
Chapter 10Cracks in the Window
Chapter 11Dreams
Chapter 12Planting Seeds
About the Author
 
 
 
T o the Angels and Guides
surrounding me in love,
And all those who come
as spiritual companions
uplifting me, especially
in the vessel of a dog.
Thank You,
I am forever grateful…

The Potting Shed
CHAPTER 1 Closing Up for Winter
“B ut why do we need to do it?” Cassie asked her father as they walked across the yard to the potting shed.
“It’s December now, Cassie, and snow’s coming,” Daddy said as he continued to walk. “We have to get ready.”
“But why? The potting shed won’t fall down.”
“Yes, the shed won’t fall down. But the snow will block the gate and doors.”
“I can help shovel it open,” Cassie said as she looked at the ornate iron fence and gate that surrounded the shed.
“That’s a great offer, Sunshine, but the snow can get very deep. The potting shed will be here in the spring for you to play in again.”
Cassie watched her father open the latch on the gate by lifting the gardening trowel from behind the small metal hand rake. “Ladies first.”
Cassie entered and sat on the ground beside the flower garden that she and Nanny Phe had planted last summer. “Hello fairies,” she said as she took off her shoes and socks.
“See how all the plants have died off, Cassie? They are ready to sleep through winter so they can grow again. The potting shed needs to rest too.”
“The fairies have gone inside. The roots protect them.”
“It’s winter. Put your shoes and socks back on,” Daddy said.
“I will. Just a minute. I have to stand up and feel the earth.”
“Really quickly,” Daddy said, turning towards the stone shed.
“But where can Poppy and I play school, Daddy? We need to be out here to help Patrik too.”
“Be that as it may, Cassie, it’s too cold and snowy to be out here in the winter.”
“We could build a fire in the fireplace. That would keep us warm.”
“No fires. You are not old enough for fires.”
“But how will Patrik and I get to the magic tree?”
Daddy turned and smiled at Cassie. “I am very sure that Patrik, your imaginary dog friend, has the ability to go anywhere he wants to. I don’t want you down by the tree in winter. It’s too icy and dangerous.”
Cassie stood a moment, her eyes welling up with tears. “Patrik is real, Daddy! Can we go say goodbye to the tree then?”
Daddy took a deep breath as he leaned down and faced her. “Yes. Reluctantly, yes, we can go say goodbye to the tree.”
Cassie nodded. “Patrik says to tell you he likes that idea.”
“And I’m delighted that he does,” Daddy said as he shook his head. “As always, things go easier with Patrik’s approval. Come on, let’s go over and open up the potting shed doors.”
Cassie walked over to the shed and knelt down in front of two carved statues that stood on the granite steps. She patted their heads and touched the objects they held in their hands.
“Maybe we should put these inside the shed for the winter,” Daddy said as he picked up one of the gnome statues and began thoroughly looking it over.
“They need to be out in the sun to use my crystals,” Cassie said. “We have to leave them outside.”
“But you won’t be coming over here after today, Cassie.”
“I still have the crystals from the river in the elemental kingdom,” she said, placing one between the petals of the flower in one of the gnome’s hands. “They send energy.”
“Oh, does Patrik tell you that too?”
“No Daddy, remember? Archangel Uriel told me. The crystals send energy to Akaleia.”
“And who was she again? I forget sometimes.”
“Akaleia is the High Priestess of Lemuria,” Cassie said. “Queen Epona lives in the Elemental Kingdom with Archangel Uriel. She is the Queen of all the fairies and all those in our garden.”
“Yes, I remember that story now.” Daddy chuckled as he turned the knob on the right-hand door and slowly opened it. He then lifted one of the gnome statues and positioned it against the door so that it couldn’t close. “I remember this door too, Cassie. Whooshing wind. Tricky doors.”
The afternoon sun filtered through the side windows and dimly lit the room. A wooden table and two chairs were neatly placed inside with some paper, pencils, and chalk. The small stone fireplace in the back corner provided a solid support for the roof and the eaves that encircled the entire room.
“Remember this, Cassie? When I climbed up on the table and found that old leather satchel behind the fireplace?”
“It has my light language in it, my letters.”
“I know. That’s what you told us.”
“Can I have it back now? Is it still in your office?”
“Ah, yeah, somewhere,” Daddy said, turning his head away.
“No Daddy, I need to see them. I am supposed to use them to help others.”
“How are you going to use them? They are squiggles and marks, not letters.”
“I know what they mean. I know what they are supposed to be used for. I am supposed to help Patrik build a bridge.”
“Where is the bridge?”
“It’s from the elemental kingdom to Lemuria. But then I think there’s another bridge too.”
“Cassie, you’ve told me this before, and it makes no sense to me. Until we know more about those papers and Dr. Blake’s work, I’m not comfortable having you, or anyone, look more at them.”
“Dr. Blake lived here with Patrik. Patrik knows too.”
“If that’s true Cassie, that was a very, very long time ago. Right now, let’s walk down to say goodbye to that tree.” Daddy moved towards the back of the room and the small door that led to the woods.
Cassie reached out and gently touched the handle on the little back door. “Hello fairies,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down along the metal.
“I still think they are just irregular bumps. I don’t see anything.”
“They are smaller now, Daddy. Like the fairies in the garden. They have to go under too.”
“Under what? Wait, never mind. I won’t understand anyway.”
Daddy turned the wooden handle and swung the half door to the right, lifting the rod hanging on the wall to secure it open. “I think we’re good now. Ladies first. Wait up top for me.”
Cassie giggled at being called a lady as she easily walked through the opening and waited for her father to come through.
Daddy groaned as he bent down on one knee, twisted at his waist, and maneuvered his head through the opening. “This isn’t getting any easier, Cassie. Ask Patrik to make the door bigger will you?”
“Patrik’s not here right now, Daddy. He’s very busy with his work.”
“But doesn’t he talk to you when he’s not here?”
“Yes.” Cassie nodded.
“Well of course he does! Grab my hand, the stairs are a little icy in spots.”
Cassie took her father’s hand, and they began to slowly descend the granite stairs to the forest floor.
“I can see it!” Cassie exclaimed as she hurried down the rest of the way by herself.
“Be careful!” Daddy warned as he stepped sideways to avoid clumps of ice.
Cassie stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked up, trying to see to the top of the tree before her. “Magic Tree,” she said out loud.
“Take a minute to say goodbye, and we’ll go back up. It’s getting darker with the sun lowering.”
Cassie walked over to the tree and moved her hands across the bark. “This is where the opening is to the magic cave.”
“Uh, yeah. What was that crazy chant you told us Patrik said to open the door?”
Cassie turned and smiled at her father, then began to run around the trunk of the tree. “Tree of Life, Worlds Unite!”
“Cassie, stop!