Water Wisdom: The Search For Blue Lake

By Robert H Wellington

Hall, recently married to the love of his life, Samantha, is haunted by the calling of the mystical lake he observed while flying out of the Quetico after his most recent canoeing and camping adventure in Canada's great north woods. Samantha, realizing how important this calling, is to Hall, urges him to go and try to find his magical lake, but

• Language: English
• Publisher: WA Publishing
• Release date: Sep 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781636269825

Robert H Wellington

Robert H Wellington is an author of 5 inspirational books. This is his first Children's book, buthe also has two books comprised of poems and inspirational essays, and two novels dealingwith nature, inspirational awakenings, and travel through Canada's beautiful lake country.All can be found at www.WA-Publishing.com.

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Water Wisdom: Part 2 - The Search for Blue Lake

Copyright © 2021 Robert H. Wellington

This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the products of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or historical events, are purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission from the publisher or author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Library of Congress Control Number 2021916863

Paperback 978-1-63626-984-9

Hardcover 978-1-63626-983-2

eBook 978-1-63626-982-5

Printed in the United States of America

FRISCO, TX 75034

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE: Samantha 1

CHAPTER TWO: Back Together 3

CHAPTER THREE: A Friend for Life 7

CHAPTER FOUR: Two Years of Bliss 11

CHAPTER FIVE: The Dream 15

CHAPTER SIX: The Decision 21

CHAPTER SEVEN: Gentle Persuasion 25

CHAPTER EIGHT: Planning 29

CHAPTER NINE: The Search for Eric 31

CHAPTER TEN: Still No Eric 35

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Reconnections 37

CHAPTER TWELVE: The Search for Blue Lake 43

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: On to the Petroglyphs 47

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Searching 57

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Reconnecting 63

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Hidden in Plain Sight 67

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Voyaging with Sam 71

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Unexpected Danger 77

CHAPTER NINETEEN: Aurora Borealis 93

CHAPTER TWENTY: Unexpected Help 99

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: On To Blue Lake 105

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: A Little Magic 111

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: The Abyss 117

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Cheers from Beyond 123

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Endless Exploration 139

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: A Visit With Jewel 147

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Shared Blessings 155

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: New Beginnings 159

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: The Final Day 165

CHAPTER ONE

Samantha

The ten-hour drive home seemed to fly by. Hall had called his girlfriend, Samantha, as soon as he had one bar on his cell phone. When he finally got through, she said she would be waiting at his apartment with one of her famous casseroles, a bottle of Pinot Noir and two pieces of cheesecake, Hall’s favorite dessert.

Samantha and Hall met in college. She had a warmth about her that caught Hall’s attention from across the room at freshman orientation. Bells seemed to go off the moment he first laid eyes on her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Hall followed her around to see which classes she was signing up for, trying his best to enroll in one or more of them, even though her emphasis in Early Childhood Development was hardly compatible with his plans for a business career. Nevertheless, he held out hope that one or more of their Freshmen core curriculum courses might match. They caught each other’s eye several times, although Hall was doing his best to pretend that he was just going about his business, a charade that was carried off poorly at best. Samantha was pleasantly amused by his antics and played along. While looking over Samantha’s shoulder, straining to see what classes were of interest to her, she unexpectedly turned and bumped into him full on. In the split second before the awkwardness of the situation was realized, they looked into each other’s eyes, and both knew they had met someone special.

Oh, I am so sorry, Samantha, blurted out, temporarily losing her composure.

No, no, no, it was entirely my fault, Hall stuttered, as he bent down to pick up her recently acquired copies of Kurt Vonnegut’s, Slaughterhouse Five and Kahlil Gibran’s, The Prophet, as well as a few books related to her major, which in the collision were spread across the floor. He found himself out of breath, his heart racing. He handed Samantha her books and without realizing his mouth was moving, whispered, for a whisper was all he could force out, Will you go out with me tonight?

Not entirely sure what he had said, but not wanting to miss the moment, she responded, I would love to. I’m Samantha.

I’m Hall.

And so they were a couple from that moment on, soul mates, just beginning to plumb the depths of a promising relationship.

CHAPTER TWO

Back Together

When Hall finally arrived at his apartment his heart was pounding. He rang the doorbell, which was opened almost simultaneously by Samantha. They gazed at each other for a short moment, each with a small tear in their eye. In unison they stepped forward and fell into each other’s arms. It seemed like only a moment that Hall and Samantha embraced, yet several minutes had passed before both uttered, I’ve missed you so much.

Then laughing at their synchronized moment, Hall said, Should I open the wine.

Thus began a long evening of friendship renewal, and comparing notes on what each had been up to for the last half month.

Sam, he said, for he loved that nickname, Two nights ago, were you doing laundry.

Well as a matter of fact I was. Why do you ask?

Because two nights ago, said Hall, During meditation, I had an awakening experience and I saw you doing laundry. That’s not all, I saw a glow around you, a glow that I always knew was there, but had never seen so clearly. It was as if I knew your very thoughts.

Sam looked at him quizzically and asked, Did you also say, I love you Sam."

Well yes, I did. Did you hear me, said Hall.

As clearly as I hear you now, said Sam. I felt a chill at the sound of your voice, although I really didn’t hear a voice in the normal sense, rather the sound of your words were in the middle of my head. I dismissed it as a wonderful experience that was probably more imagination than real, but I knew beyond any doubt, that you were all right and would soon be calling me on your homeward journey.

Sam, I had the most amazing two weeks. It was as if I had been preparing my whole life for an awakening. In less than a month, away from the noise of civilization, I realized things in practical everyday terms that in the past were glimpsed only in dreams. I have so much to tell you.

And I to tell you, said Sam.

Hall opened the bottle of Pinot Noir, poured two glasses and motioned toward the couch. He handed one glass to Sam as the two sat down and began sharing their adventures. They talked for several hours before Sam realized the casserole was still in the oven cooking. Oh dear, where did the time go, she said with urgency as she ran into the kitchen. I hope it’s not burned.

She reappeared a few moments later with a huge smile on her face. False alarm, she announced. Dinner is served. Fortunately, the possibility of a burnt dinner was averted, and the two sat down to dine and continue their sharing.

After a quiet moment of thanks, they began to eat. Sam looked at Hall for a few minutes wondering how to phrase her next words fearing they might not come across as intended. I know this sounds funny Hall, but your stories of shooting the rapids, meeting Joshua and jumping off the cliffs, in fact, all your stories sound so familiar. I remember being quite apprehensive on the day you shot the rapids, although only now do I realize why. Your stories described the great difficulty you had escaping the large hydraulic and whirlpool when shooting the rapids. I didn’t know why at the time, but I couldn’t stop thinking of you on the very day you said you reached the river. I was sure you were ok, but nevertheless I spent the day sending you my love. The rapids, the storm, even jumping off the cliff are so real to me. It’s like I was there with you. I thought they were dreams created from my overactive imagination, but it is now clear that these were not dreams, but real experiences separated only in space and time.

Sam had always had a natural grasp of the unseen and went about her day with a tangible and unwavering compassion that was sustained by the realization of a loving connectedness to all creation. Hall was in awe of this woman and knew he could trust her with the inner most secrets of what he had experienced.

They went on into the night and early morning hours comparing notes, experiences and revelations, until sleep overtook them and they drifted off under the watchful eye of Spirit.

CHAPTER THREE

A Friend for Life

G ood morning beautiful, said Hall as Samantha stretched her arms to a new day. Sam kissed him and looked at the clock.

Oh my gosh, look at the time. I’m late for work, said Samantha.

It’s only 8:00 am Sam. We didn’t finally go to sleep until early this morning.

I know, but I am still late, said Sam smiling at Hall as she hurriedly rushed into the bathroom to get ready for work. Darn, none of my stuff is here, she said, as the realization hit her that she was at Hall’s apartment and not her own. How did I end up at your apartment, she said, as she flashed a Puckish smile at Hall?

She was beginning to get flustered when she suddenly found herself in Hall’s arms. Samantha, said Hall. There could never be another woman like you. I would be lost without you. Forever I will love you. I want you to be my wife. Will you, he momentarily paused to swallow as he realized what he was about to say, marry me?

Samantha looked into his eyes and together they saw the special connectedness they had seen several years earlier at college orientation. Without hesitating she said, Yes! This was followed by a long kiss and then she was off to work. Hall was still basking in the moment when the door quickly opened with Sam’s face peaking around the corner.

Tacos tonight at 6:00, my place, don’t be late, she said. And then she was gone.

Hall took out his notebook and began to write. He had been journaling for years and always carried a small tablet of paper with him to record his thoughts. He never was quite sure what he was going to say, but was usually happy with the result when he reviewed it later.

Love, so multi-dimensional, always changing to fit the circumstances, yet always consistent; a warmth in the chest area. It is forgiving joy, a lightness throughout, happiness radiating from the eyes. It is giving, never possessive, nor can it be held for one’s own use. It is forever flowing, freely given, freely received. Hold it and it disappears. Give it freely, without expectation of return, and it expands beyond measure. It can be gently directed but never restricted. It is Love, more free than the wind, everywhere at once, ‘the center and circumference simultaneously.’

Love must be freely given and received, then given and received over and over, and on and on. Each time it becomes greater. When truly unrestricted in this manner it expands back into infinity from which it came and all those in its