Truths of the Soul: Soul Seers, #3

By Rene Folsom

Some people view mind-reading as the evolutionary providence of humankind. Of course, “some people” are usually not telepathic, yet they still seem to think they understand everything about the paranormal phenomenon that is a part of Ella and Jonah.

Lavendine becomes a place where Jonah’s dreams suddenly become all too real and, together, they seek to find the Truths behind their enigmatic connection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rene Folsom
• Release date: Apr 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781484844489

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Synopsis

Some people view mind-reading as the evolutionary providence of humankind. Of course, some people are usually not telepathic, yet they still seem to think they understand everything about the paranormal phenomenon that is a part of Ella and Jonah.

Lavendine becomes a place where Jonah’s dreams suddenly become all too real and, together, they seek to find the Truths behind their enigmatic connection.

Copyright © 2013-2016 Rene Folsom

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Truths of the Soul, Third Novella in the Soul Seers Series

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Dedication

To my sounding board, Shannon Dearing—I can’t thank you enough for always being there for me and allowing me to bounce ideas off your wonderful noggin.

Table of Contents

Synopsis

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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About the Author

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

– Johann Wolfgang von Goeth

Chapter One

Ella

Some people view mind-reading as the evolutionary providence of humankind.  Of course, some people are usually not telepathic, yet they still seem to think they understand everything about the paranormal phenomenon that is a part of me.

Since I woke up in the hospital a little over a month ago, I’ve been going through the motions of putting my life back together.  It was a huge blow to consider the past six years were nothing more than a dream.  A wonderful dream.  A dream, to this day, I wish I had never awoken from.

As I reflect back over my six-year hallucination, I now realize how much was dictated by my mother’s love and attention.  She never let a day go by without reading to me, teaching me, talking to me, and loving me.  She talked to me about art, literature, the news... she even continued my schooling as if I were really there.

The rumors are true.  A coma patient does in fact absorb the words and information around them.  If it weren’t for my mom, I would still have the mental capacity of a fourteen-year-old.  But because she educated me throughout my incapacitated state, I not only still felt alive, but felt the desire to continue on in life as if I were actually coherent over the past six years.

My mom taught me not only how to live, but also how to love.  Well, the emotional part of love that is.  Even though, in my mind’s eye, I wasn’t a virgin anymore—technically, my body had never experienced what my mind had deemed to be so damn real.  How could someone dream of having sex... feeling, seeing, smelling... and it not be real?  Trying to wrap my understanding around all of this, my mind was nothing but a wacked cluster of confusion.

Other than my muscles being horribly riddled with atrophy, the recovery wouldn’t be quite so bad.  However, one thing was more painful than my heart could bear.  Jonah.  Jonah wasn’t real.  I had to come to the awareness that he was just a figment of my imagination.

It’s odd.  Parts of my dream, or more like my dream-like state, were factual.  I did break both of my legs in the accident.

The horses?  They were real.  My mom purchased them two years after our accident and told me all about them, down to their spirits and personalities.

The stars?  They were real.  Over the years, my mom began obsessing over astronomy and stargazing.  She told me about all the different places she wanted us to visit once I woke.

My dad... my dad walking away was also real.

Ella!  Your dad is on the phone! my mom yelled from downstairs.  I didn’t want to talk to him, and regardless of how much my mom pushed, I wouldn’t change my mind.  When my mom needed him the most, he walked away.  He could keep on walking as far as I was concerned.

My Aunt Sybil came and went.  That was usually her style anyway.  But for my dad to walk away as soon as things got tough... it would take a hell of a lot of ass kissing to earn my forgiveness.

I decided to ignore her, figuring she would read my thoughts or get the hint that I didn’t want to speak to the man.

I could hear her inner turmoil as she verbally gave him the runaround but mentally defended my feelings.  Regardless of her desire to rekindle my relationship with my dad, she didn’t blame me for my reaction.

I was very