From Under the Veils of Creation: Book One of the Divine Dozen Series

By Laura Knight

Declan is on a vital mission, but after he’s detoured by an ambush and subsequent crash, he must learn a whole new way of life and recover his memories.

Pish wants power, and he doesn’t care who gets hurt along the way.

Chris was a regular kid who grew up to be a regular guy, until he found out that he wasn’t. From his birth, he was chosen or maybe volunteered. Either way, he has a purpose greater than he ever imagined. And time may be running out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Nov 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781982215651

Laura Knight

Laura Knight is a writer who currently lives in southeast Kentucky with her husband and daughter, as well as the family’s 3 dogs, 1 cat and 1 bearded dragon lizard. Laura is a professional freelance copy writer and has been crafting words for over 30 years. Laura is a member of the Professional Writer’s Alliance and has also appeared for many public speaking events for career women and aspiring young authors. Laura works to research her novels and maintain scientific integrity while encouraging readers to expand thoughts and ideas. She enjoys wrapping “Aha” moments and some fact in her fiction to provide information in fresh and entertaining ways to her readers. She also loves to hear from readers and reads every review, comment, and message personally. Twitter: https://twitter.com/FullCircleCopy Author’s website : www.lauraknightbooks.com

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Born to the Earth

Assessing the Current State of Affairs

Getting to Know the Host

Discoveries

Chapter 2

The Coming of Age Battle

An Additional Rite of Passage Missed

Chapter 3

The Rugged Path from Child to Man

A Warrior’s Pride Goes to a Funeral of Fire

Chapter 4

Parasites

Chapter 5

Resonance Magnified

Chapter 6

Dogs and Cats

Chapter 7

Nowhere to Hide

Chapter 8

Introductions

Chapter 9

Hearing Voices

Chapter 10

A Parasite’s Treasure Hunt

The Truth About Cats and Dogs

Chapter 11

Answers Bring More Questions

Chapter 12

When Dreams Make More Sense

Chapter 13

The Ups & Downs of Teamwork

It is Not Rabbit Season After All

Best Buds to the End

Chapter 14

Recovery from ‘Rabbit Season’

Pish’s Party

Chapter 15

My Fair Lady

It’s Not a Date to the Prom

Insights from Declan

Chapter 16

The Great Escape

A Different Historical Perspective

Chapter 17

Hide and Seek

Near Hits and Misses

Chapter 18

The Best Defense is a Kick-Ass Offense

Chapter 19

Settling In

Chapter 20

Meeting the Parents

Chapter 21

Archon Expectations

Chapter 22

Check

The Frying Pan

The Fire

Shadows and Shimmers

Chapter 23

Check Mate

Parting Ways

Acknowledgements

Sources Of Information Used In Writing This Book

INTRODUCTION

Everything is energy. Everything is vibrating. Everything is connected to everything else. This Universe is a Vibrational Universe. Scientific research suggests that the whole Universe is basically a feedback-loop, learning and expanding through the experiences of every living thing. Our experiences, our thoughts, our actions.

We are beings of energy and each of us has vibrational frequency. Those frequencies obey certain Universal Laws. All creation is governed by laws, and nothing is random or chaotic as it sometimes seems to be.

The Universal Laws govern energy, frequency and vibrations. These laws are all intricately connected and influence all life all the time. These Universal Laws are law and cannot be broken.

Learning these laws and applying them gives a person complete control of their experiences. However, most of the information available on the market today is not easy to understand, and most leave out a few details that are vital to understanding how these laws work and how to be effective when using them.

That is why I am creating the Divine Dozen. This is a series of science fiction stories that uses an entertaining story to illustrate each of the Universal Laws in a different way. It is my hope that readers will gain new perspectives as they enjoy each story.

This story, From Under the Veils of Creation, attempts to explore the Universal Law of Attraction.

KECKSBURG

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CHAPTER 1

Born to the Earth

Take it! Tregyn’s voice was an urgent gasp. You must find a way! His wings, broken and crumpled behind him as he raised his shaking arm, pointing at the lighted chamber in the center of the command room. I glanced at the chamber, a small flashing light suspended there. Tregyn’s arm dropped back to his side. His physical form disintegrated and he was gone.

I rushed to the chamber, grabbing it with both hands. I slid my long fingers around the band in the center and the chamber opened, revealing the bright, glimmering Catalyst Grain. My comrades were falling to the blast impacts that shook our vessel. The hull was breached and I was grateful to have been on the deck below, unaffected by the direct hits that surprised us.

Speed of the God Force, Declan. Myrta’s voice wavered as she dissolved to mist and escaped the flaming vessel. She had been at the helm and the second blast of enemy fire had come through the observation screen, melting the controls and enveloping her in whatever frequency wave the vile enemy had discovered.

I racked my brain to find an escape. The mission is all that matters and I must complete it. I barely had the strength to hold the chaos in my thoughts at bay. I was working out the best strategy available, and suddenly, with a force like a blow of a sledgehammer, the Grain flew into my chest and encapsulated itself there. I gasped as the raw power of it exploded through me.

Another blast from outside hit the ship and I heard the sound of tearing metal, but it seemed far away. I took flight, my wings barely a whisper and unheard through the explosive blasts of the attack. I raised my hands and opened the small transport pod. I could hear the main computer begin to count down, and nearly laughed out loud. No evasive maneuver capability, no defense shields, no actual firing power other than celebratory fireworks, but the stupid thing has a self-destruct function.

Maybe the explosion of the ship would be enough cover. Maybe the Parasites wouldn’t see the pod separate from the presentation vessel. Maybe I could escape with my physical body and complete the mission in spite of it all going awry at the hands of the Parasites.

Parasites! How dare they launch an attack! And how dare they desecrate the High Holy Days! I could not waste time and energy thinking of it, but oh, how I longed to be part of the units that would retaliate for this disgrace!

I hit the controls before I even managed to get in the seat. The transport pod engines fired up, the main vessel hatch opened. I pressed the lever forward and lifted, the command ship’s computer counting down. I am focused. I must get out, I have to get the Catalyst Grain out.

I need clearance, there isn’t enough time. C’mon, c’mon. My right wing flutters slightly as the pod rises. A small vessel designed for the slow and dignified movements of pomp and ceremony, it wasn’t fast enough for what I needed now. A flash of blinding light seemed to come from thin air in front of my eyes and I am spinning. The sound of the blast not even reaching me as I float, stunned. The transport pod spins and flies away from the command ship in several pieces and a shower of sparks. I see it as if it were sinking into deep water and buffeted by under currents. Soundless, beautiful, fading into darkness as it gains distance from me.

I finally come to my senses, shaking my head and blinking. I was created for times such as these. I have the strength, the stamina, the ability. I try to get my bearings as I flow with the momentum of the last explosion. At least I’m headed toward the planet. As long as I get to the planet, I can set the Catalyst Grain and the mission will be complete. The mission is all that matters. This planet, Earth, the first to attempt this metamorphosis. The Catalyst Grain has to be set there for it to benefit the human race.

I am Declan, a seasoned warrior and hero among my kind. Not the highest level of hero or warrior, no. They are away at war, always war. But this mission was entrusted to me and I will find a way to overcome this complication.

The Catalyst Grain pulses strong in my chest, like a loud and intense human heart beat. It senses that the planet it was made for is in close proximity. All I can do is curl my body and lean as I try to slow my descent to the planet’s surface. The escape vessel enters the Earth’s atmosphere and becomes brighter in a flash of heat. More parts of it break off and spin away.

I close my eyes, pull in as much Source energy as possible. I focus my life force on the pulsing Catalyst Grain in my chest and set my intention to join completely with it as one. It is the only chance I have of completing my mission. The only chance of bringing glory to my fallen comrades. I feel the folding begin as I am pulled away from myself, my physical body separates from me and begins to fold itself smaller as it transforms to mist. The planet’s surface is rushing up, but I don’t see it now. I am compressed, tighter and tighter, I am wholly absorbed by the Catalyst Grain and it is wrapping itself into me, my life force. We are one, a powerful, thrumming, pulsing energy. This is the Source energy…the power to create worlds. This is the power each human being holds within and could have free access to at any time, if they would only remember and reconnect with Source. The transport pod crashes to the surface of the planet, tearing a deep and burning gash through trees and into the soil. Many humans have watched it as it fell and crashed. They will rush to investigate. I am floating, soaring, flying, searching for the safest place to go and avoid detection so I can complete the mission. I cannot crash as the pod crashed, but without physical form, I cannot protect the Grain from such an impact.

There! I am yanked hard to the west. I estimate it to be a three or four degree shift in trajectory. The Catalyst Grain knows and acts. The Grain pulls toward new life, and I am pulled and carried with it. The mother craft continues on in several directions, breaking into smaller pieces as it goes. There is no automatic guidance system left in it. It wasn’t as close to the atmosphere when it was blown apart and nothing of it will survive the burning heat of decent.

The Catalyst Grain is pulling with new speed and force. A force I could never imagine possible, a speed I could never accomplish alone. We are the same now, the Grain and I, and I am one with it. I am speeding headlong through the atmosphere, but there is a specific destination. I can feel the Grain’s intent and it is a hard focused intent. Some decision has been made, but by whom I cannot begin to guess. There is a sudden slowing, but it is gentle and stops my flight. I am aware of only darkness, but that lasts a brief moment before a shock of light. Not as bright as I have recently experienced, but sharp in its contrast to the solid darkness of before.

Then there is a wailing. A cry of surprise and wonder, perhaps a bit of discomfort. Light seems to come from above. Shapes and moving forms are all blurred and have no solid lines. Sounds, some louder and close, some vague and farther away. Nothing is in focus and the sounds are strange to me, but somehow familiar. Now there is warmth and a swaying. Comfort.

I am one with the Catalyst Grain. The Catalyst Grain is one with me. Together we are safe, hidden, alive. I am on Earth. I remember my name is… my name is…

So tired now. I must rest. I am safe, hidden from…

Who? Who was I escaping from? Why was it so urgent?

I must rest. I must remember and find the correct path. I am so tired now. Just a small amount of rest and then I will press on. I gave my word, my solemn oath. I will press on.

Declan drifted into a sleep that was not completely his own. A sleep that seemed forced upon him as he simply existed in the warm, protected comfort of wherever he had come to be. The Catalyst Grain had chosen this place. Source had created this place and the Grain had brought them here to be safe. Any other reasons Source had for this, Declan would not know and never question. His life’s highest purpose was to follow the will of Source. This he did, at all times, with great honor and joy. All things were to be done to the ultimate glory of Source.

Assessing the Current State of Affairs

Well done, Declan. It wasn’t a voice so much as a pulse of awareness in his consciousness and a clear communication reminiscent of the hive mind communication he had grown so comfortable with in ages past.

Tregyn? It was familiar, this sense of some other’s presence and awareness. It felt like Tregyn, but Declan was disoriented and fighting to gain focus.

The one you know as Tregyn is among us. The awareness expanded slightly, came to him in a stronger and more pointed way, and he was able to grasp it concretely. It helped to anchor him. You may refer to us as Tregyn if you wish.

Flashes of Tregyn’s face, his last words, his friendship and comradery warmed Declan, even as it brought a stab of grief. Tregyn, where are you? I saw you disseminate or…

There is no death, Declan, you know this. Be not troubled. Tregyn has rejoined Source for now and desires to be of assistance to you and to your new mission. The communication of the higher beings continued. Not to worry, Declan, we are aware of you and your great deeds thus. Your sacrifice, although temporary and of great potential, is an act of expansion, and Source is well pleased with your consent in participating in this experience.

Sacrifice? Consent? I don’t understand. I had to finish the mission. I mean I have to…

Be easy, Declan. The pulsing awareness flooded his senses with a calm clarity; still, he could remember nothing but flashes of what had happened. There is no need for distress. The original mission will be completed in its time. But you have a new mission and it is a mission that brings us great excitement. We congratulate you Declan. You are born into Earth. There was a great sense of celebration and happiness that suddenly flooded Declan’s awareness. You are born into the only realm of free will, creative experience and non-remembrance.

"Free will…non-remembrance." Declan felt a need for his body just then, if only for the sole purpose of kicking himself. "Of course, the Earth Realm, lucky me." He immediately gaped at his loose and disrespectful thought, shocked by even the hint of it. But I am not human? I cannot…am I?

Be easy, Declan. The awareness warmed and pulsed. He thought he sensed a quiet laughter. You have safely delivered the Catalyst Grain to the Earth. When it is time to set the Grain for its work to begin, we will assist you. At that time, you will require your full memories to accomplish your task. Those will be given to you when you need them. For now, which is all that truly is, your memories would cloud this experience and prohibit you from the richness and exhilaration of things yet to be lived by you in this way. The higher beings seemed to be pushing this sense of eager excitement at Declan and he began to feel something close to resentment. A feeling he had never experienced and had only heard of in the most academic of forms. He recognized it and fought it down in earnest.

We, as well as Source, would rather you have the freshness of this fortuitous event to savor for yourself. The higher beings did, in fact, seem absurdly happy about Declan’s current state and he acquiesced to this ‘fortuitous’ turn of events, knowing that the higher beings had a much wider perspective of all things.

The Catalyst Grain will be set in time, and Earth’s inhabitants can move to attain the new frequencies. Those humans who take the opportunity offered will not be left behind. You have done well, Declan. Your agreement was very wise.

But how? What agreement? Declan reached out with his consciousness, searching for answers, searching for Tregyn. Surely I must do more. The mission has yet to be completed. I can’t remember what…

All is as it is and should be in this moment, Declan. The awareness answered but seemed to be moving away from him. Now is a time of expansion. Source is eagerly awaiting your insights from this experience. It is a first for your kind. You are a new hero here and now. This human has agreed to host you and you will aid him as he learns and grows and manifests his human life experience. The awareness was silent, but still there. Declan could feel the mild pulsing. Source is pleased. You have done well. We desire that you will experience great joy and gain much from this new experience. The awareness was pulling away now, slowly. We will watch over you and assist you. Be easy, Declan. You may be fortunate in discovering new degrees and forms of love in this experience. If so, we promise you that you will be delighted. Your opportunity in the now is rare. Cherish it and joyfully add to the expansion of Source. Go forth in this new place and tell no one as you and your host progress.

Wait…! Declan threw himself outward, hoping for….

What? What am I wanting? What am I doing? He pulled his consciousness back, recognizing another there with him, a stronger consciousness. He felt a strange sensation within himself when he realized that any other moment of his existence he would have simply responded with ‘by the will of Source’ and a short bow, accepting his duty without a second thought or doubt.

He was ashamed of himself for his odd mix of fear and resistance to this new circumstance, emotions foreign to him. He was nearly sickened by his resentment, even though it was short-lived and was completely gone now. ‘Tell no one’ was a common rule, often repeated and always followed. ‘Tell no one’. Others, not just humans, but all sorts of entities, tended to influence such hidden truths from Source to a point of destruction or denial.

‘Go forth and tell no one’ was the simple and most effective answer and Declan as well as all his kind who worked throughout the universe had given the statement as advice many times. Tell no one of your thoughts until you have manifested them, lest others will kill your dream and convince you falsely of your inability to create it. Tell no one of your love, lest they seek to steal it or destroy it instead, tell no one of your good fortune, lest they become envious and do harm. It was a true and safe rule to conduct oneself by.

Getting to Know the Host

There was another presence here with him. He could feel it, listening, waiting, perhaps resting. He pulled himself inward, allowing the other presence to dominate. He hoped to learn as much about this other presence as quickly as possible and to determine if he would be staying with the presence or if they would part ways soon. Did the higher beings mean that he was sharing a physical body with a human? How could that be acceptable? It seemed to go against everything Declan had ever been taught and fly in the face of every instruction he had ever been given.

They were clear that this had become a new kind of mission, and Declan was slightly uncomfortable with his lack of information about it. He had carried out countless successful missions and won hundreds of thousands of battles, but never had he been left with so little information. Not a shred of viable data had been given to him, and what helpful memories