The Balance: Awakenings

By Morgan Shores

An epic spiritual journey of free-will! Set in modern day Galveston, Texas; two strangers Lilith Nolan and Sophia Moore each shockingly discover they are the lineage of ancient twin goddesses. The Time Keepers of their families have written that the Goddess of Light and the Goddess of Shadows will incarnate somewhere down the lineage when the balance of Gaia is threatened. One must save her sister; the other must choose a side! As they are awakened to battle the Lord of the Demons for The Balance of light and dark!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jan 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781452585574

Morgan Shores

Angelologist, Mystic Intuitive Communicator’s and Healers authors Dianne Morgan and Tera Rae Shore reside in Canyon Lake, Texas.

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ISBN: 978-1-4525-8556-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4525-8558-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4525-8557-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013919472

Balboa Press rev. date: 6/20/2014

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Epilogue

Readers’ Guide

Acknowledgments

We dedicate this work to the Divine Spirit and

the Archangels and Angels who spoke and

guided us along the way.

Prologue

A S TWENTY-FIVE-YEAR-OLD DETECTIVE Lilith Clair Nolan slept, she dreamed of her childhood; in her dream, she was five years old, and her grandmother was sitting in a rocking chair next to her pink canopy bed, knitting as she began a bedtime story.

Our story tonight takes place in the old country of Ireland, in the county of Clare, during the year of our Lord 1506. The legend of the River of Light says that it is the magical home of the undines, with its turquoise iridescent waters so clear you can see the magical water elementals at work. The river is surrounded by a rainbow of beautiful flowers; the moss grows down the limbs of the old oaks, which are home to many of the Creator’s children. It is said by the townspeople that only the healers and spirit whisperers live on the banks of the river. There on the banks is a charming little cottage where two young girls live with their mother. As the sun is peeking through the predawn skies, they are awakened by a mob of voices coming from outside the cottage.

Lilith heard her younger self speak to her grandmother. Oh, Maimeo, not this story again. I never can remember the ending, five-year-old Lilith whined as she rubbed her eyes.

Her grandmother replied, Now, Lilith, what have I told you? That is because you will write your own ending, little one. As she tucked her granddaughter in, she said, Shoo, now close your eyes and imagine.

Lilith watched as her younger self closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep to the soothing sound of her grandmother’s voice; she pictured the story as it unfolded.

Lilith knows this is a dream (or maybe a dream within a dream). Lilith could see the story as if she were her younger self, dreaming. There were two girls, the river, and the cottage. She heard the voices as if she was there.

She watched as Eleanor, the girls’ mother, wrapped them in cloaks. There was urgency in her whisper; she told them to go out the back, cross the river, and go deep into the woods to their secret place, and wait there until she comes for them. Both girls began to cry, weeping as their mother opened the back door and kissed them on their cheeks.

Lilith watched as they ran out the back door to the edge of the river, but not into the woods as their mother had told them. Hiding down by the river bank, the girls watched as the angry mob surrounded their cottage. Clinging to each other in fear, they were scared, shocked, and horrified as they saw their mother being dragged from the cottage.

Lilith heard one of the girls when she asked the other, Why have the townspeople come here? Why have they come for Mother?

The other girl replied, Our mother is a healer, but because she is not a physician, it is said she must use magic. I don’t understand; if there is only good and truth in our world, and our mother is a healer, why are the people afraid? The same faces seen at our cottage door many times, asking for her help, now condemn her to death.

Hand in hand, the girls quietly slipped through the crowd, unnoticed, as they tried to get closer to their mother. At that moment, as if she is calling to them, their eyes find her. They see someone has bound her hands with a rope in front of her; she is being pulled by a man. She slips and falls; she is jerked back up.

Then Eleanor said softly, On this day I am to join the Light Council. I go freely; however, I ask the Creator to let me look once more upon my daughters of this world.

In answer to her prayer the heavens opened, and it began to pour its tears down on these lost souls of no compassion, which froze them in their tracks as a pathway was formed to the girls.

The girls moved to her; there were no tears, no fear in Eleanor’s eyes; they were filled with so much love. They could feel her strength as she put her finger to her lips as if to warn them to be silent, so that no outsiders could hear.

They heard her voice as if she was talking; they were communicating without verbalizing, speaking soul to soul, what is known as mind weaving, hearing one’s thoughts without speaking. They could hear her voice in their hearts, which sounded like whispers of the angels. They also felt her arms wrapped around them like wings. Lilith could hear her as well, as if she were right there with them.

Be still, my darlings; I am here. There is not much time; this is the way it is meant to be. You must be strong, for you two hold the keys of our family legacy. Listen to me and remember; many years will pass, until it is once again our time. It is written the daughters of the tenth generation will be the most powerful of our lineage, the goddesses of Light and Shadows. They will be guarded by the Light Council, and upon their birth, Light Workers on Earth will guide them until it is their time to awaken.

You must tell the legend I have told you to your children and your children’s children. The truth must be passed from generation to generation until the time will come to awaken the goddesses. Your destiny is to show them in their dreams. The two of you will be their dream makers and show them this day in their dreams. Our dream states are pure thoughts of past and present. It is necessary, so that they may be prepared upon their twenty-fifth years when they will reincarnate and be awakened to the powers they hold.

With tears in her eyes, she continued, It saddens me that there will be much change on Gaia as she ages. The ego of man will cause much fear; as you see today, it has already started. There will be much bloodshed, much prejudice, much crime and sorrow. My heart saddens to know the ego will forget the oneness, the Love for all, as it battles to control Gaia.

Many wars of power will be fought; her people will suffer, and many times the masses will give up hope. When this happens and they are at their weakest, the dark forces will rise within humanity and fight for darkness to engulf Gaia. Every one hundred years, the balance begins to tip toward darkness.

There are many hidden worlds, and there will be many battles for the Balance between light and dark as Gaia ages. This will continue for centuries until mankind learns to live in Balance. The darkness will always try to overcome the shadows and be rid of the light. During one of these battles, the goddesses must be awakened. This is your destiny, my darlings. Know I am always with you. All is as it should be. I will see you both again when your time comes to join the Light Council. Remember, the legend must continue.

Both girls answered without speaking. In their hearts, they knew this was true, but their hearts were breaking; they only wanted to save their mother. Eleanor wrapped them in one last embrace; as she hugged them, she dropped something into each of their pockets.

As the rain stopped, they found themselves once again at the edge of the river bank, as if they had never moved. As they watched their mother being taken away, they each reached in their pockets and discovered identical amulets. They held the amulets in their hands and looked into each other’s eyes, not knowing what the amulets meant.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd noticed them and began to yell as he ran after them, The offspring of the witch; catch them!

Fear rose in them as they began to move; they had to get away. Lilith watched in her dream as the girls separated. One girl crossed the river and ran deep into the forest for shelter, while the other girl ran toward the water to the docks, with the townspeople chasing after them, running, running …

Lilith sat straight up in her bed, out of breath, her heart pounding; she realized quickly that she was dreaming. She picked up the glass next to her bed and drank as if she had been running. It is only a dream! she said.

As Lilith drifted back into sleep, a voice gently greeted her, It’s not a dream. It is a memory of long ago.

Lilith was unaware someone else had been awakened by the same dream.

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Chapter 1

L ILITH’S ALARM CLOCK went off at exactly six o’clock every morning; she reached over and pushed the button and lay back down. As was a habit taught to her by her grandmother, she began her meditation, then her morning affirmations and prayers. She attempted to plan her day; as a detective, her day never went as planned. Today is the final day of the Edwards trial; the key witnesses would take the stand. Pandora Moore would testify that a bottle of oleander extract had come up missing the day Dr. Edwards’s wife was in her shop. Dr. Grant Fargo, head of research at UTMB, would explain the side effects from ingesting the extract. Dr. Jeff White, the medical examiner, would give Ms. Brooke’s cause of death, and the victim’s medical records would be presented to the court, all because Dr. Edwards could not testify against his wife, Pauline. Pauline Edwards is also to take the stand today. Lilith wonders if Pauline would finally admit her guilt. Her attorney showed up before Lilith had enough time to get a confession. Lilith couldn’t believe that was over a yea r ago.

Within minutes, her cell phone was ringing, interrupting her thoughts; she looked at the caller ID and saw it was her partner, Manny Ramos.

Good morning, Ramos, Lilith answered.

Good morning. Did you want to meet at the station and ride together to the court house? Ramos asked.

Sure, give me about forty-five minutes or so, Lilith said, and then she added, Hey, it’s your turn to pick up breakfast. She laughed as she hung up.

Lilith got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, where she started the coffee pot, and then she went back down the hall to the bathroom and turned on the water for her morning shower. After all, she only lived fifteen minutes from the station, and Ramos had to drive across town and pick up breakfast.

Lilith finished showering and pulled a towel from the rack; she wrapped herself in it and walked into her closet. Today she would wear her navy pinstripe suit with her white cotton blouse. As she dressed, she remembered she had the dream again last night; she had been having this dream occasionally since she was a child. However, the last several weeks, it seemed to occur more often. This time, though, she had a different feeling about it. She knew there was something she was missing. She made a mental note to ask her grandmother about it. Her grandmother was known as the family psychic; she was Lilith’s rock and had always been there when she needed advice. Yes, she would call her today and arrange to have dinner with her later this week.

Lilith combed her long brunette hair and pulled it back, and then she began to apply a little makeup, hoping she could cover the dark circles caused from the past few nights’ lack of sleep. Lilith loved the way the bluish-gray eye shadow brought out her eyes. Eyes as dark and blue as the midnight sky, her childhood friend Michael used to say.

She had been thinking of Michael a lot lately. She finally realized why. The anniversary of his death was next week. Once again, she blocked the memory from her mind and continued to dress. Lilith looked in the mirror and then mumbled, That’s as good as it is going to get, boys and girls.

Lilith walked down the hall to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. She looked out across the back deck; she knew she needed to water her plants. She picked up her coffee, walked out on the deck, and turned on the water, giving the plants each a drink as she sipped her first delicious cup of coffee; oh, how she loved her coffee.

Lilith noticed the air was heavy this morning, with the threat of a storm in the air; she continued indulging the thirsty flowers.

Lilith looked at her watch and realized she needed to get going; she turned off the water, headed back inside, and locked the door behind her. She rinsed out her cup, put it in the dishwasher, unplugged the coffee pot, and turned off the light.

As Lilith drove down Avenue Q, she saw a young boy on his bicycle; again she was reminded of Michael. She wondered whether he knew he had been her driving factor for joining the force. Lilith had become a detective against her family’s wishes.

Lilith’s father came from one of the oldest families on the island. He had inherited the family funeral home, which was one of the oldest funeral homes in Texas. Henry George Nolan never seemed to enjoy being a mortician; as the business grew, so did the staff, giving Henry the opportunity to venture into the local political scene. Lucille Rose O’Toole Nolan met her husband at a social during college, and as she tells it, she fell in love with him that night. After they had married, they returned to the island where Henry grew up. Lucille studied art in college, and she sold a few paintings through the years, but mostly she dedicated her life to being a mom and the perfect politician’s wife to Henry. Lilith’s grandmother, Sarah Marie O’Toole, lived in a small cottage behind Lilith’s home. She had moved from Ireland after the death of her husband. Lilith never met her grandfather, but she felt she knew him from the stories her grandmother told her. Sarah Marie often spoke to Lilith about Ireland and the ways of the old country.

Lilith had always been intuitive; her parents called it just a gut feeling, but her grandmother liked to call it the gift. Her childhood friends, Cal and Michael, just thought it was cool. It was always the three of them, until Michael’s death. Her parents had called them the three amigos. She remembered that day Michael vanished as if it were yesterday; Cal had encouraged her to tell her parents what she had seen when Michael disappeared. However, her parents always dismissed her visions due to their fear of community opinion; discussions were discouraged, and not spoken of, except with her grandmother. When Michael was missing, she tried to tell her parents about the visions she had seen, of his murder. They didn’t believe her until Michael’s body was found, and by then it was too late. Lilith recalled that Sunday evening, sitting at the dinner table when the phone rang; her father came back to the table and told them Michael’s body had been found. Lilith had often wondered about the events that evening. Her father looked at her in amazement, and she saw fear in her mother eyes. Was it fear for her, or of her? Her grandmother only gazed at her in a loving, knowledgeable way; she reached out, touched her hand, and whispered, Not to worry, my wee one; you have a gift. It will be our secret. That was not the first time her grandmother had offered her comfort and understanding when her mother would not.

The sixteen-year-old who committed the crime went free. His parents hired a high-priced, high-powered attorney, and if the truth is known, they bribed the judge, so Michael’s death went unpunished. Lilith and Cal were both crushed by the events and vowed to become police detectives, as their way of honoring Michael, to solve crimes and punish the guilty, no matter what their social status was.

Lilith and Cal graduated top in their class from Galveston College, where they both had earned a degree in criminal justice. After graduation, Lilith had been offered positions with various police departments but chose to remain in her hometown of Galveston. She joined the Galveston Police Department and worked her way up to detective after three years. Then she was promoted to lead detective, making her the youngest lead detective in the department; her parents were so proud. Cal, on the other hand, had been offered a position with the Dallas Police Department and left the island shortly after graduation. Lilith smiled; Cal was her best friend to this day, and Lilith adored his wife, Devin.

Lilith, reminiscing, arrived at the station as if on automatic pilot at seven forty-five. Exiting her car, she had the strangest feeling she was being watched by someone. She looked around and saw no one; she walked across the parking lot and went into the station. When she entered the elevator, she thought she saw a shadow move in behind her; she looked around but no one was there. Lilith chalked it up once again to the lack of sleep and promised herself she would go to bed early tonight. Exiting the elevator on the detective floor, she saw Ramos pouring coffee. As she sat down at her desk, he tossed a bag of pastries from her favorite bakery to her. She knew it would have one of her favorite treats in it. Opening the bag, she smiled when she saw the lemon tart.

So today is judgment day for Ms. Edwards, Ramos commented.

Lilith, with a mouth full of lemony filling, could only nod her head.

She wiped her mouth and hands and said, I was thinking this morning, I wonder how long she’ll lie on the stand before she breaks down.

Smiling, Ramos said, I don’t know, she has been pretty rigid about her innocence. How would you like to make a bet?

You’re on! You know I love taking your hard-earned money. Twenty bucks says she cracks within the first ten minutes on the stand, Lilith teased.

Okay, deal. I say she’ll hold to her, ‘Poor me, I do so much good, and people just don’t like me. I’m the victim here, just because I’m Mrs. Dr. Anthony Edwards.’ Ramos pranced around with his nose in the air and his head held high, as if mocking the doctor’s wife.

Lilith couldn’t contain her laughter; she stood up from her desk and said, Let’s go; the court room will fill up fast today, and I don’t want to miss the good doctor’s wife’s performance.

Just as she predicted, when they arrived at the court house, there was a crowd waiting for the doors to open. Luckily, law enforcement had their own parking in the garage, so they could not be harassed by the crowd or the reporters. Lilith and Ramos rode the garage elevator up to the fifth floor, and when the doors opened, Lilith saw Pandora Moore waiting in the lobby. Standing next to her was an attractive young blonde. Pandora saw Lilith and began to wave. Lilith smiled as she approached.

Good morning, detectives; quite a turnout this morning, Pandora remarked.

Lilith said, Good morning to you, Ms. Moore, and yes, it is the talk of the town. I expect it will be standing room only in there today.

Oh, my, I forgot my manners, Pandora said. Sophia, this is Detective Nolan and Detective Ramos. Detectives, this is my daughter, Sophia.

The three exchanged handshakes. Lilith immediately felt a familiarity.

Pandora added, Sophia came along for moral support, however; she also works in the university’s research department under Dr. Fargo.

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ramos said.

Yes, you must be very proud of your mother for her contribution to justice, Lilith replied.

"Nice to meet the two of you as well, and I would expect nothing less from my mom. She has nothing