Juliette Miller Sees The Truth Within The Writing

By Kristina Evans

Jekk Turner was given an order to save me but he came too late as I was already caught between the realms.
I had become accustomed to a life filled with betrayal, torment and loss. Even my daughter manoeuvred me but my life wasn’t a game. It was a story and I was the only one who could provide an ending. To get there, I had to endure mixed emotions and spirits whilst living through a divorce.
Sometimes, we have to let go of those we love to find out who we really are. And once realised, I found myself living where the gods are real and where I could bind my soul.
I share with you my journal, which I wrote, when I existed amongst you as Juliette Miller.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristina Evans
• Release date: Oct 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005562403

Kristina Evans

Kristina Evans spent her childhood in Wales and while the adults shared stories at the local pub, she stayed at home with spirits of a different kind. Her grandmother provided protection but the experience remained until the family moved to Australia. Kristina learned how to block out the supernatural and being busy helped to strengthen the barrier.As time passed, energies tried to make contact and signs were provided but always ignored. Then a change of events found the author writing. Kristina was asked to work in a shop and experienced boredom. Trying to keep busy was impossible so she took up reading and heard the voice. Hoping that it was the chatterbox in her head going into overdrive, she turned to scrap-booking and wrote in her daughter's book.For a moment, the voice was gone but once pen was put to paper, she knew she was no longer writing about her daughter. The spirit came through with her message for others so Kristina left the shop and opened a laptop to allow spirits to share their stories of what they learnt when they lived amongst us.

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Chapter one

Through Juliette’s eyes

‘Juliette Miller,’ whispered the airline stewardess as she gently nudged me. ‘Please wake up, Juliette.’

Waking from my dream, I was faced with a frantic woman who was trying her best to remain calm.

‘There is a lot of turbulence and you need to have your seatbelt on. What will happen next might frighten you but I want you to know that you will be alright. The plane will make it through the storm.’

I was on my way back to Australia from Iceland. My trip had been a gift from my fiancé who had surprised me with an airline ticket for my birthday. It had been the most romantic New Year’s Eve with him. Our dream home, he had worked on over the past year, wasn’t finished but he had decided to throw a party for the new year anyway. Friends had joined us to celebrate and checked on the progress of the renovations. It had been a night to remember.

I was reminiscing and I wondered if it was due to the panicked airline stewardess. But it didn’t matter as I was on my way home to Matt. I couldn’t wait to see him as I had never travelled without him before. In fact, I had never travelled overseas before. I hoped that he had missed me but I knew he would have as he was still as caring as the day we met, despite a ten-year relationship. We had been through many trials and he had not forgotten my birthday on New Year’s Day. It had been unexpected but somehow, he had organised for everyone to gather around after midnight to witness my reaction to a holiday of a lifetime, an airline ticket to Iceland.

Originally, he had wanted to come but he thought it would be better if I went with my friend while he finished the house. Our home had nearly taken a year and despite wanting it finished for the party, it was far too big a project to complete on time. A friend, Katherine, was moving to Iceland to live. She had been a good companion and had always wanted to go to the cold country. Matt had encouraged me to go with her and somehow, everything had fallen into place as if it were meant to be. I wondered why it hadn’t worked out for Matt. It was a shame he had missed out on a trip that he had planned.

Before being woken by the stewardess, I had been dreaming of my stopover in Dubai. Her identity badge flashed before me and I saw her name, Shakira. Taking a deep breath as I recalled her words of a storm ahead, I wondered why there was no turbulence. I wanted to drift back to sleep and reminisce of my time when I stayed at the resort that resembled a sandcastle. The days I had spent on the lounges by the ocean, sipping cocktails, walking through the markets and inhaling the smell of spices. I remembered the camel ride in the desert and eating under the stars, surrounded by belly dancers, the gold in the shop windows that lit up at night.

My thoughts were in the Middle East so I closed my eyes and a memory appeared of a man who I had literally bumped into at a market square who had eyes which were familiar. There had been an attraction which was unusual for me as I haven’t been interested in anyone since meeting Matt. It never entered my mind before, to look at someone else. But when he grabbed my arm and stared into my eyes, there had been an urge to go with him. Sleep was taking me away as I remembered the mask falling to reveal Jekk. Energy filled me but my subconscious was once again disturbed by the woman sitting next to me.

Screaming, she dug her fingernails into my arm. The plane was falling out of the sky as I grabbed the seat in front of me. Vomit was finding its way towards my mouth as the plane came back up. Wondering if I was dreaming, my stomach told me I was not as I looked for the sick bag. My fingers were fumbling through the pocket as now the plane was moving from side to side. Other passengers were thrown from their seats as the plane suddenly dropped again. My arm was numb from the woman next to me who was still holding on. She breathed deeply as she told me that we would not die.

With my head between my knees, I began to see visions of my past. I felt the emotions of being with friends from childhood, friends I had had when I was a teenager and my previous boyfriend who had let me down. Then I realised, there were many in my life I couldn’t trust. They had all disappointed me at one point or another. I had to live to see Matt again. Matt had been the one who had taken me away from those untrustworthy people.

It seemed as if an hour had passed but I knew it was only minutes before the plane levelled out and we were in the clear. With great relief, we silently listened as the pilot announced that we had made it through the storm. Looking at the casualties, I wondered why they hadn’t worn their seatbelts. Then I remembered the stewardess. If it hadn’t been for her, I would be one of the groaning passengers.

I asked the steward, who was handing out water, if I could speak with Shakira to thank her. The name must have been incorrect as there was no such person working on the plane but as I still felt nauseas, I decided to go for a walk to see if I could find her. But no one knew her. Had I dreamt of her? If I did, then who put my seatbelt on and who told me not to panic as the plane would make it! Putting it down to my dream, I gave up on the search.

As I sat back in my seat, the reality of what had happened caught up with me. Anxiety started to kick in as I recalled the movement. What if the storm wasn’t over? What if there was another one to come? It was going to be another couple of hours before the plane would be landing in Australia. All I wanted was to get home and see Matt and my daughter. My breath was short as I sat back and put my seatbelt on. Then the lady next to me put her hand on my arm. The marks from her grip were still visible and she obviously felt embarrassed as she began to apologise for what she had done.

Looking over at the grey-haired lady, I smiled and told her not to worry. Speaking to her relaxed me and slowly my breathing returned to normal.

‘If I can get off this plane with only a few scratches on my arm then I’ll be happy,’ I told her.

Her smile revealed a classic looking woman who must have been beautiful all her life.

‘I was awake the whole time,’ she said. ‘You know the pilot only gave us notice, a second before the plane started to drop. The storm must have snuck up on him and caught him off guard. Either that or he must have been asleep.’

We laughed, feeling grateful to be alive. Then I thought of how she had been awake the whole time. If that were the case then she would have seen the person who helped me. I knew that I hadn’t dreamt it and I wanted to find out who she was.

‘Did you see who put my seatbelt on?’ I asked. ‘When I fell asleep, I didn’t have it done up.’

She hadn’t seen anyone but if she hadn’t left her seat then I must have imagined it. There was only one problem, who did up my seatbelt as I knew my imagination couldn’t do it. A voice in my head was telling me to let it go.

I needed a distraction and as the lady beside me had a calming effect, I introduced myself. Luckily, she was glad to chat and promptly stated she was, Belinda. She also had spent the last few days in Dubai so we chatted about what we had done. She helped to clear my mind of irrational thoughts and although she was in her sixties, she was adventurous.

Belinda had surfed on the waters at the Wild Wadi Water Park, ridden a camel through the desert and had driven a four-wheel drive over sand dunes as big as a house. I enjoyed speaking with her as she had many stories to tell of other holidays she had been on. Every few months, she had taken off overseas in search of adventure.

‘This plane trip is enough of an adventure for me,’ I told her as I looked at the screen which showed the length of time left before landing.

Belinda took my hand. ‘I’ve been on worse plane rides. I remember one where the plane was coming down to the landing strip, sideways. The wind had picked up as we were about to land and the pilot had to work hard to steady the plane. That was a landing I will never forget. Mind you, there was a moment when this plane started to fall, that I thought I was close to death. This will definitely be a flight to remember.’

‘Did you see your life flash in front of you?’ I was now remembering my visions.

‘No, did you?’

‘I did see friends I used to have. My fiancé, I saw him but not my daughter. And an old boyfriend that I had forgotten about until my stopover in Dubai,’ I answered.

‘Why, what happened?’ she pushed.

‘I bumped into a stranger and felt a familiarity. It was weird but then he showed his face and I really felt weird. I hadn’t seen Jekk in years and then out of the blue, he grabs my arm in Dubai of all places. Do you believe in coincidences or fate?’

Belinda nodded her head. ‘Definitely.’

‘I went with my friend to Iceland and apparently he was there. Jekk had stopped in Dubai for a few days before returning to Australia. I wanted to chat with him but he was headed for the airport.’

‘Why don’t you catch up with him when you get home?’ Belinda urged.

‘I knew him when I lived in Victoria so when I moved to Western Australia, I lost contact with him. I’ll never see him again.’

‘You never know,’ Belinda stated before changing the subject.

She wanted to know about my friends and seemed genuinely interested in my past friendships so I told a little of my past.

Belinda intervened as I spoke of being teased, ‘You come across negative people at times but don’t let them get you down. Try to make new friends. The right ones will enter your life if you let them.’

She was right but I had been hurt too many times.

Rubbing my arm, probably out of guilt, she warmly asked me where I lived.

‘Gidgegannup.’

Belinda laughed. ‘So do I.’

It was a small community, half an hour’s drive from Perth so I thought I had seen every face. I was surprised I had never seen this woman before.

‘Is your fiancé picking you up from the airport?’ she asked.

He wasn’t. During our last conversation, Matt had mentioned heavy rainstorms which had damaged our roof. He was busy organising temporary accommodation and repairing the damage.

The statement made Belinda excited as she was catching a cab home. ‘It’s a long drive from the airport so it will be nice to have some company.’

I was happy to oblige and listened in awe to her travels. Iceland and Dubai were the only countries I had visited. It was quite a culture shock at first but it hadn’t taken long for me to adjust to living with other civilisations. Wondering what other countries were like, I wished I had travelled when I was younger but once my courage was back, I knew I could visit my friend in Iceland. She was brave so I knew she would take me beyond what I knew.

Katherine was my one true friend and she had not travelled despite always wanting to visit Iceland. Fear had stopped her from flying but her husband had left her so she had decided to start a new life. I began to think of Matt and I couldn’t imagine living without him. But Katherine had been in the same situation while her children were growing up. She had taken care of them and they had helped with her moments of depression. Her family had been a distraction and the depression had been a sign. As soon as she had decided to go to Iceland, Katherine had felt better. So once her children were independent, she followed her yearning as she believed we were along time dead.

As I looked at the lady sitting next to me in the plane, I listened to her exploits. If I were to change my life then I would want experiences beyond my wildest dreams. I had a happy life but one in the shadows. Was I meant to go to Iceland and meet Belinda? Was it a wakeup call? Then I thought of Hestia and knew I could never leave her. She was more than a foster child that we had adopted, when she was seven years old. She was my guardian angel and I loved her as much as Matt and could never leave them.

Could I ask Matt to give up on everything that he had worked so hard for, to go and live in a foreign land? Could I ask Hestia to leave her friends and her school? I’m not strong enough to go it alone and I don’t trust anyone either. Matt was the only one I trusted and I wasn’t going to suggest anything that would upset him. Belinda was holding onto my arm again.

‘We’re landing,’ she said, apprehensively. ‘I’m so sorry, I’m not normally like this.’

Although Belinda was worried, I was actually feeling relieved to be finally home. Gently the plane landed and a sigh that the trip was over, could be heard from the passengers. We disembarked and made our way to collect our luggage. On the way out, I stopped for the ladies’ room as it had been hours since I had braved the toilet on the plane. My reflection in the mirror showed I was a mess. My auburn hair that usually curled down my back was haywire. As were my eyes as the mascara was smudged. I felt like the bride of Frankenstein. What must Belinda be thinking of me?

The plane ride had taken its toll on me, physically and mentally as even my healthy skin was blotchy. A bit of soap and water wasn’t going to help. Trying to make myself a bit more presentable, only made matters worse. So giving up, I tied my hair up and headed towards Belinda.

Chapter two

It is written that there are three truths. One is Annica which means to exist and as I walked towards Belinda, I was hit with the realisation that I was meant to meet her as everything in the universe depends on other things for existence. Everything in the galaxy changes. Life depends on air, water and the sun. We are all dependent on each other and she had mentioned that the right friends would come. Belinda wasn’t someone I considered forming a friendship with but as we waited in line, I felt the sun on me and knew she was with me for a reason.

A taxi pulled up in front of us as we discussed where we lived and who should be dropped off first. It turned out that we only lived ten minutes away from each other. I had seen her home as Hestia had wanted to go there. Belinda had a horse-riding school and my daughter had been excited when she had realised, we were going to be living close by.

Surprised, Belinda asked, ‘Why doesn’t your daughter have a horse because you own enough land?’

‘I’m scared of horses. I like them but one took off on me once and I was so terrified that I swore I wouldn’t go near a horse again.’

‘That’s too bad,’ she said. ‘You should come over to my place and I’ll put you on a horse you can trust. Bring your daughter with you and you can have a ride together.’

I thanked her but there was no way that was going to happen. ‘Maybe one day, I’ll drop my daughter off and she can have a ride by herself.’

We laughed but she couldn’t understand why I would want to live on such a large property in the middle of an area that was filled with horse people.

‘For some reason there was a connection to the property,’ I said as I couldn’t understand it myself, why I needed to be there. ‘Matt and I had always dreamed of having a bed and breakfast but we couldn’t afford to buy an established property. We started off with a small unit in the middle of suburbia that was rundown. Matt, being a builder was able to do most of the work himself and when Hestia came into our lives, we moved to a house that needed renovations which Matt fixed up. Over the years, the house went up in value and although I was sick of living with renovations or construction, I was prepared to go through it again for the present home.’

Belinda agreed it was worth sacrificing a little to live your dream. ‘So how did you end up in this house?’

‘The rising market meant that our last house was worth a lot of money and we were in a position to buy a property to finally own a bed and breakfast. Hestia was due to start senior school and I could have left her where she was but intuition had other ideas. I began to investigate and found another school and immediately felt the connection. But with every upside there is a downside and my commute had increased. Driving Hestia back and forth every day, brought on a different perspective to the area. I began to see what others didn’t. There was something about the forest which runs through the properties. I was becoming attuned to my surroundings and started taking detours. Then I found my home.’

‘Then what happened?’ Belinda pushed.

‘Well, when I first saw it, it was rundown and had been on the market for a while because buyers wouldn’t go through the front door. I was intrigued so the next morning, after dropping Hestia off at school, I met up with the real estate agent to have a look inside. I waited anxiously and peered through the windows but knew Matt could fix it up because structurally the house was sound and it was only in need of cosmetic work.’

Belinda intervened, ‘Did you find out why others wouldn’t enter?’

I shook my head as I recalled the moment I peered through the glass in the front door. ‘I knew instantly, it would be my next home. The real estate agent wasn’t there so I decided to walk around the grounds while I waited. I knew the house was empty so no one would mind. My bed and breakfast ideas were coming thick and fast. I envisioned tracks for the guests to walk along as they got lost in an enchanted forest. The closer I looked at it, the more beautiful it became. Moving in deeper to the middle of the ten-acre forest, I realised there was no noise. Everything was silent and calm. I felt at peace with myself until I heard a noise.’

‘What was it?’ Belinda asked.

‘I thought it was wildlife but when I spun around, I screamed. It was the real estate agent.’

‘You know you have to be careful in the forest. There are snakes.’ Belinda looked concerned but I had never come across one.

‘It was an exciting moment when he turned the key to reveal a large two storey home. A musty smell stopped me but only for a second. I thought the agent was going to leave the double doors open but he closed them immediately. It was a bad move because behind the entrance was rot which was off-putting. It represented a home that had not been loved but I knew, once the property was mine, my first job would be to replace the entrance. Once inside, the house itself was not in bad condition. Maybe the colour scheme had put people off because it was painted in apricot. The only thing missing was the stone from the middle of the fruit because the carpets, walls, kitchen and bathrooms were all shades of the same colour. I had to look beyond the colour and see the rooms for what they were.’

‘What’s it like inside?’

‘The kitchen is large with a pantry that could fit enough food for our guests. Three large living areas downstairs that is the perfect size to be converted into a lounge room, games room and a room for the guests to relax. There is also a bathroom next to the laundry. There is so much scope and upstairs, there are six bedrooms in need of repair which are separated by two staircases. It’s as if the house was made for us. It’s perfect.’

Belinda wanted to know what renovations had been done.

‘He’s done a lot but there is still more to go. It was hard to convince Matt to buy the place. He’s not as enthusiastic as me. I spend most of my time in the forest, pruning. To me it’s a novelty because I had never owned a large garden before and I love exploring the new domain. While