Into the Mystery of Life: - Crystal “Crys” Rose -

By Victoria Rose

The Milky Way Galaxys gravitational forces are tearing apart the Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy in which the Planet Gareth resides. The space between stars and planets is generally so vast that when galaxies collide or are torn apart planets are rarely damaged. However, Gareth just happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

As the planet is being destroyed, three sisters, the sole survivors, prepare to leave. They agree to travel in one bodyCrystals. She takes their energy spirits into herself, reduces her body to radio-light waves, and heads for Earth, arriving via sunbeam and materializing on the naked back of Mac Dakota, a.k.a Alleycatmac.

As Crystal tells us about Garethan older, more evolved planet we learn why they had no government, no religions, no doctors, hospitals, crime, or jails. Why all male were hermaphrodites. Why their attitudes about sex and love were/are unique. In other words, this sci-fi story is significantly more than a simple romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781532008375

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Copyright © 2016 Helena Gunther.

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter 1    Sunday - April 3rd

Chapter 2    Monday– April 4th

Chapter 3    Tuesday – April 5th

Chapter 4    Wednesday – April 6th

Chapter 5    Thursday – April 7th

Chapter 6    Friday – April 8th

Chapter 7    Saturday – April 9th

Chapter 8    Sunday – April 11th

Chapter 9    Monday – April 10th

Chapter 10    Tuesday – April 12th

Chapter 11    Wednesday - April 13th

Chapter 12    Thursday – April 14th

Chapter 13    Friday – April 15th

Chapter 14    Saturday – April 16th

Epilogue

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I nto the Mystery of Life is predominantly a work of fiction with elements of nonfiction interwoven. The fictional names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any mistakes, exaggerations, or instances of pure make-believe are entirely my fault.

A big thank you to the friends who helped edit this novel: Lynn Rose, Renee deBrnyn, Marge Jones, and Jill Wood.

DEDICATION

T his book is dedicated to Ruth Schein and Margie Martinez, two Earth angels who loved everyone. You live on in my thoughts and in my heart.

PROLOGUE

T sunami tidal waves were the worst of the disruption, causing more death and destruction than the volcanic eruptions and ongoing earthquakes. Forests were aflame, cities and towns reduced to rubble. All immediate and extended family had perished. They were alone and on their own—Poni, Crys, and Zoe—sole survivors on Planet Gareth.

Crys, we have to leave now! Poni said. "The planet’s coming apart.

I agree, but where to? asked Crys, holding her sisters’ hands.

Planet Earth, Zoe said, tears running down her cheeks. It’s the closest, similar to Gareth, and we’ve studied it for years.

And, Poni added, we’d have a better chance of surviving if we traveled in one body—yours, Crys—with our talents combined. We can solve the separation problem later.

Okay, Earth it is. There’s no time to delay. My personality will be dominant when I take your energy spirits into myself. We’ll leave immediately, take our chances with radio-light-wave travel, and hone in on the radio astronomical observatory in New Mexico. Let’s disrobe and prepare for merging.

Their little town was ablaze, embers glowing all around. Bursts of sparks soared high into the black night sky. Lightning flashed, cracked, and sizzled. Everything… moving, undulating, shifting.

The three sisters joined hands, knelt on the trembling ground, and reflected momentarily on their lost of family and home. Crys emptied her mind, drawing her sisters’ spirits into herself, one at a time. Using the evolved portion of her brain, she transformed her physical body into radio-light waves and began their journey to Earth.

CHAPTER 1

SUNDAY - April 3rd

S prawled naked across his deck lounge, plagued by the warlord of hangovers, Mac Dakota surrendered himself to the sun god Ra. Head the size of Mars, temples throbbing to his heart beat, red eyes glued shut, pain assured him he was still alive. The morning sun felt good on his back. Half asleep, half dreaming, he drifted in and out of consciousness.

In spite of yesterday’s storm, Josh’s bachelor party had gone off without a hitch. April snow storms could be gentle or vicious, last an hour or days. By evening the storm had passed, leaving the night sky a jet black canopy sprinkled with crystalline chips of white stars—a perfect night for hard liquor and soft women.

As he drifted and dreamed, Mac began to sense movement on his back. At first it felt like an increase in the warmth from the sun, and then the warmth spread, increasing in weight and mass. In distress he rolled over, and a naked woman slid off his back onto the deck.

What the hell! Where did you come from? Mac asked, still half asleep.

When he finally raised his red bleary eyes from the naked body, they met amber-brown eyes in an angel face framed by spikes of golden blonde hair. She had firm full breasts, honey-colored skin, toned muscles, and long legs. She appeared dazed and disoriented. He blinked twice, hoping she’d disappear.

I’m Crystal Rose, she said. Can you tell me where I am?

Great! Just great! Did he bring this woman home? He couldn’t remember. Did they have sex? Must have or why was she here naked on his deck? He groaned, rolled onto his stomach, and went back to sleep.

#

It had been a very long journey, but they had arrived safely, although not at their New Mexico destination. Crys looked around and decided they were probably in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.

Familiar with Earth’s languages, she heard and understood his thoughts, using Poni’s telepathic gift. He couldn’t remember bringing her home or if they’d had sex. She sensed his physical distress and decided to relieve his pain before sleeping. Kneeling beside him, she placed one hand lightly at the base of his spine and the other on top of his head until she felt a vibrating energy. With eyes closed and mind quiet, she made her analgesic connection, moving positive energy into areas of pain, drawing off the negative energy into herself. Upon disconnecting, she shook her hands to release the negative yin back into the universe.

"Okay, ladies, we made it in one piece, and now I need some deep sleep. Take care of my body, and Poni, no funny business."

#

Mac awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. He knew he’d never make it and let the machine take the call. He turned over onto his back, stretched, realized he’d slept awhile, and thought it must be about noon.

He felt good, no aches or pains. Actually, he felt great, clearheaded and energized. Then he remembered his dream of the naked woman on his back. He opened his eyes, and there she was, lying face down on the deck beside him. He decided to let her sleep while he checked the machine, called Josh, and showered.

Hey, Josh, great party. How are you feeling this morning?

"Yo, Mac, it’s too early to tell. The sick bastard who thought up this rite of passage into matrimony probably sits at the right hand of Lucifer.

What’s with you, Mr. Perky? You were shit-for-brains drunk last I saw you."

I don’t know. Woke up with a terrible hangover and cotton balls in my mouth but feel great now. Must have been the nap I took outside in the sun. Say, I need to ask you about the gal I brought home last night. Do you know who I’m talking about? he asked.

I don’t know about any gal. You were so drunk we wouldn’t let you drive. Hawk slung you over his shoulder, dumped you in the back of his truck, and took you home.

Well, somehow I got me a gal here. She’s asleep naked on my deck. Maybe I got up in the middle of the night and picked her up at a bar. No, all the bars would have been closed. Maybe she followed Hawk. Well, whatever, she’s here, and now I’m going to take a shower. Catch ya later bro, he said and disconnected.

#

Mac thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of hot water streaming over his head and face, water straight from heaven. He had designed and built this unique, energy-efficient home, and one of its special features was its water collection system. He loved every odd angle and un-square aspect—organic geometry, he called it. To him the house was a living, breathing entity. He shaved in the shower, pulled a comb through his hair, and wrapped a towel around his hips.

When he went back outside, she was still asleep on the deck. What should I do? he wondered, try to wake her, let her sleep a little longer, put her on the lounge and cover her with a blanket, put her in my bed and cover her with me? Aha, the possibilities are growing and becoming more interesting.

#

Poni was on watch and listening to the man’s prurient thoughts, just as though he were speaking out loud. Earth’s environment must have enhanced her telepathic talents. She’d have to adapt, closing off unwanted voices. For now, she didn’t think Crys’s body was in any danger and would continue to listen.

#

Mac knelt beside the honey-skinned beauty and gently shook one shoulder and said, Time to wake up, my beauty. Getting no response, he shook a little harder and spoke a little louder, but still no response. Guess it’s time for Plan B, he decided, and turned her over. Definitely a natural blonde and delicious. He wasn’t going to be able get her onto the lounge or into his bed without becoming aroused. Time for a break, he decided.

He went inside the house and came out with a beer. What a gorgeous day, he thought, just look at those snow-capped mountains against that Colorado blue sky. The Rockies had everything: high rugged peaks, spectacular views, pure air, and solitude. He’d been born here and spent most of his thirty years in these mountains. He loved all the seasons: summer with its heat, grasshoppers, flies, tourists, and returning snowbirds; winter with its snow, ice, decks to shovel, roads to plow, hot crackling fires, and fleeing snowbirds. Spring and fall were his favorites. Spring muddied its way in with surprise snow showers, powdery frosts, wild flowers, and vibrant greens across the countryside—reaffirming the renewal of life. Fall cooled its way out as nighttime temperatures dropped and leaves changed color—red, yellow, orange. Thunder storms, with wicked flashes of lightning and blowing curtains of rain, scattered the falling leaves before the wind.

Let’s see, he thought, back to my little problem of getting Miss Nudie relocated without becoming too aroused. Maybe she took advantage of me while I was asleep. I wouldn’t have minded. Taking her while she sleeps wouldn’t be fair or much fun. When he picked her up, she smelled like wild flowers in the heat of summer. She’s a dancer or runner, he thought, to have such definitive muscle tone. He carried her upstairs to his bedroom, slipped her into a T-shirt, and put her to bed. Not joining her in bed was the challenge. He’d always been a randy kind of guy and liked that aspect about himself—irreducible rascality he called it, the salt in the stew of life, his intrinsic connection with humanness.

#

It was late afternoon and quiet when Crys awoke. She was rested, and it was time to check in with her sisters. Poni filled her in on the man’s behavior and erotic thoughts and hazarded a guess that Earth’s environment further enhanced their gifts. All three sisters had heightened sensory perceptions: Poni’s gifts were telepathic hearing and sight; Zoe’s, taste and smell; Crystal’s, touch and empathic healing powers. With the sisters in one body, the dominant person had full use of these gifts. If Poni was right and Earth’s environment had increased their sensory perceptions, they would have to adapt and modify their gifts.

Poni, why didn’t you wake me? Crys asked somewhat annoyed.

Crys, no harm was done and now we know how he thinks. Betting on human nature, this man is going to want to know more about you, and that gives us the advantage, Poni said in defense.

It was time to discuss what they should do next. They all agreed that the man in the house seemed to be fairly decent, despite his erotic thoughts. He had not pressed his advantage, had clothed her, and put her to bed. They felt comfortable with his basic human nature. That decided, they would see if they could manage to stay in his home until they got their bearings. At least the house was shelter from the elements, a possible source of food, and maybe someone to help them.

Ladies, what should we tell him? Crys asked. How much can we tell him… anyone? If our gifts and shapeshifting abilities were to be discovered, people would think we were witches.

Crys, I think you should say as little as possible for now, Zoe said. Tell him your name, Poni added, but that you don’t remember anything else—why you have no clothes or how you came to be here. He knows he was drunk last night. We know he’s interested in you sexually from hearing his thoughts. What we want from him is shelter, food, clothing, and a little time—a week, maybe two. Ask him not to notify the authorities. Promise you’ll reimburse him for his help.

Okay, that sounds good, Crys said. "For now we’ll play it by ear, say as little as possible, and at the end of the week discuss this further. There may come a time when we will have to take a chance and tell him the truth. I don’t think we should ever tell anyone that we can hear their thoughts."

Crys opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a king-size bed directly beneath the ridge beam of a knotty pine ceiling. At the head of the bed was a built-in bookshelf and large window. The walls were white, the floor—wall-to-wall, forest green carpet. There was a reading chair on one side of the bed, a simple wooden dresser on the other, a desk, office chair, and paintings. The Rocky Mountains were framed by a large window at the other end of the room. When she stood up, she realized she was wearing a long T-shirt.

A Dutch door by the Rocky Mountain window opened onto a covered porch. Next to the door was a simple bathroom with a large tiled shower. In an open-railed area, a large painted disc of the Earth hung and spun slowly. Looking down into the first level, she saw a copper-tiered water fountain surrounded by green plants.

What she’d seen so far was neat and tidy and felt like a man lived here—a man who didn’t need a woman. He probably enjoyed women but preferred his solitude.

Her enhanced sense of smell could distinguish between the different toilette fragrances the man used on his body: soap, shampoo,