Starchild: Warriors of Light

By Fiona Joyce

You came from the Stars – and now you are beginning to remember. Children of Earth, it is time to reclaim your Powers which have been lost – or some might say, stolen.

It is time to climb the Cosmic Pyramid to the Heart of the Galaxy, discovering along the way the Sword of Wisdom and the Shield of Compassion, which will protect you on your journey.

The ancient Prophecy will at last be fulfilled, as the Children of Earth become Warriors of Light and reclaim their true place in the Universe…. as Children of the Stars.

This book is for the indigo children, the crystal children, the rainbow children and all the others who have come to answer the call for assistance on Earth at this momentous time.

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In this story which is written in the form of an adventure novel for all ages, Reiki Master Fiona Joyce shares her insights about the raising of consciousness on Earth, as we prepare to create a New World.

Out of the ashes of the past, and the broken systems which are failing all around us, a light of hope shines brightly. It is a guiding Star.

Reach for your Star now and let the journey begin!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press UK
• Release date: Oct 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781982284381

Fiona Joyce

Fiona Joyce is a Reiki Master, music teacher, and composer/performer of four albums of original songs available on her own label, ‘River Valley Records.’ Seeking to explore new ways of sharing the concepts of the evolution of consciousness which are inherent in her music, she has written her first novel, ‘Starchild – Warriors of Light.’ Studying the Reiki system of energy healing since 1997, Fiona trained with William Lee Rand to become a Usui/Tibetan Reiki Master in 2006, followed by Karuna Reiki ® in 2008 and Holy Fire Reiki ® in 2018. She has also studied with pioneer Sound Healer, Jonathan Goldman in Colorado. Registered with the Complementary Therapists Association (UK and Ireland,) Fiona currently works as a Reiki teacher and Holistic Therapist while developing her own system of ‘Starchild Reiki ®’ which is based on the concepts of her book ‘Starchild – Warriors of Light.’ This adds the Power of Sound to the Reiki healing system and is especially suitable for children as well as adults. Fiona’s debut novel, ‘Starchild – Warriors of Light’ describes the journey through increasing frequencies of Light and Sound, as the Children of Earth remember who they really are…. Children of the Stars.   For further information, please contact Fiona’s office at: website: www.fionajoyce.org email: [e-mail]

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PART ONE

OCTAVIA

Song of the Earth

CHAPTER ONE

The Power Of Belief

Ouch. My head hurts! I must have hit it off the side of the boat when it was sinking. I cautiously rub it with my hand, but there is no blood. How long have I been lying on the sand – a slightly dazed, shipwrecked slip of a girl?

I sit up and look around to get my bearings. I am on a little sandy beach with towering pink granite cliffs behind me. The quartz crystal in the rocks is sparkling like diamonds in the light of the setting sun. This is it, the Island of Octavia!

The water is so clear, a beautiful turquoise colour. Small waves are lapping gently at my feet.

But oh….the Storm!

The sea was different then, a raging torrent of fierce inky blackness and the huge waves crashing in from the Atlantic. I remember now, it was one massive wave that hit my little boat and smashed it to pieces. I barely had time to grab my backpack and the Shield….the Shield.

I panic momentarily, looking frantically around. There it is! A few feet to my left, the beautiful Shield of Compassion, safe at last. It’s curved surface gleams with an intensity that is not of this world. I breathe a sigh of relief. So far so good. Despite losing my little boat and being soaking wet, now that the sun is going down I’m starting to feel a chill. A shiver runs through me. It’s partly from the cold but also, what?

Relief at surviving the storm – and, I suppose fear. No not fear, I mustn’t feel that. Maybe anticipation then, at the rest of what’s to come. I have a feeling it won’t be easy. All very well for the Elders in Sunniva to send me here with the Shield, but how am I supposed to find the Sword on my own? The Sword of Wisdom which holds all the knowledge of this world, and the other – where we, the Sky People came from, among the Stars!

I look up at the sky. As if in answer to my question, hundreds of little twinkling stars are starting to come out as the sun begins to set below the ocean’s horizon.

Of course, that’s it! I just have to keep reminding myself who I am, the last of my tribe, the Sky People. Sent here to Octavia to find the Sword and unite it with the Shield, so that the Children of Earth can remember who they really are….Children of the Stars! Of course I can do it, as long as I believe I can.

I’ve been a little lost in my reverie here. Necessary though it is, I really need to find some shelter for the night. I run my fingers through my long black hair, soaking wet and full of bits of seaweed. It’s coarse from the salty water and feels a bit like the tail of a horse! Shaking my head, bits of seaweed fly off, and with it the last of my headache.

I stand up dripping wet. I think my tunic is ruined. Then I rummage in my backpack. Luckily the inside is surprisingly dry and I find what I need. Here it is, wrapped in a small bundle – my cloak, my beautiful scarlet cloak. Throwing it around my shoulders, straight away I feel less of a chill. I carefully lift the Shield, brush the sand away and hoist it over my shoulder. Let the search for the Sword begin!

Walking around the base of the cliffs, I look for a path or hopefully steps to lead me to the top. There are none, just a few bristly bushes jutting out from the rock face – it looks incredibly high from down here.

I walk back to the edge of the sea to get a better view. Nothing. No obvious way up, although it doesn’t look quite as high from here. I’ll just have to climb up. The rock face is slippery from the sea spray and it’s hard to get a foothold. I cling on to the straggly bits of bush that are brave enough to grow here. Inch by inch – Don’t look down!

I pause for a moment. I must be about half way by now. Losing my concentration, I feel my left foot slide from under me and nearly lose my balance. I grasp on desperately to an overhanging bush. This is harder than I thought! The strap from the Shield is digging into my left shoulder, but I dare not try and move it. I need both hands to cling onto my precarious perch. Feeling carefully for my next foothold, and then the next, I eventually reach the top.

As I scramble over the final part of the cliff face, I feel a sense of anticipation, excitement even. What will this island be like? All the way here, I have imagined it in all its glory – lush greenery, beautiful plants and flowers, a gentle breeze. A sort of paradise I suppose, and simple village folk, if there are any. The Elders in Sunniva didn’t know if the island of Octavia was populated anymore.

I haul myself over the ledge at the top, face down and gently roll over onto my back. The strap from the Shield is cutting into my arm again, so I let it slide off onto the shingly ground. Then I sit up prepared for the wonderful view across the island.

Oh! It’s not at all how I imagined! Bleak – strange. Straggly gorse bushes and sharp looking grey thistles cover the ground as I gaze inland. They lead to a dense thicket of prickly hawthorn trees, which look almost impenetrable. They are laden heavily with bright red berries, a sure sign of autumn and a hard winter to come. Behind the hawthorn looms the edge of what must be a massive forest. I suppose I might find some shelter there.

A cold wind is coming in from the sea, chilling me right down to my bones. I’d better get a move on before darkness falls. But just looking at the Shield makes me feel better. I stroke the smooth surface lightly with my fingers.

Thank you Shield of Compassion, for protecting me on my journey, I whisper. Instantly I feel a warm glow spread through my heart. The Shield cannot speak, but I know intuitively what it is saying to me. Believe and all will be well.

I sling the Shield back over my shoulder and adjust my backpack. The prickly gorse is hard to negotiate, my legs are scratched and sore. But the hawthorn is even worse. The branches rip at my arms as I prise my way through to the edge of the forest. Surely there must be a friendly tree to shelter me somewhere?

Walking between the trunks of beech, oak and chestnut is a little easier. Hundreds of years of fallen leaves have made a soft surface which makes a squelchy sound as I wander between the massive trunks, their branches reaching nearly to the sky. There is an earthy, autumnal smell in the air. Some of the trees are already shedding their leaves, leaving gaps in the forest canopy through which the early evening stars are twinkling.

Then, standing slightly apart, almost aloof from the other trees, I spot a massive oak. Its trunk is wider than the span of my arms, gigantic. I reach out and stroke my fingers over the gnarled bark. Then I place my palms flat on its surface. Slowly, I start to notice a tingling sensation in my hands, some sort of energy is communicating between us – me and the tree. Please, I whisper. May I find shelter in your majestic branches for the night? That’s right, I’m talking to a tree! The realisation dawns on me that I haven’t actually spoken out loud for days, weeks even, ever since I said my final goodbyes to the Elders in Sunniva. Then I listen intently. Do I seriously expect it to talk back? But in some strange way, I do get an answer. It seems to be saying yes, not with words as such, but with a feeling of welcome. I pat the bark gently. Thank you.

My eyes are drawn to a low branch, perfect for getting an initial foothold. Swinging myself up, I can see that it won’t be too hard to reach the top. So I climb, higher and higher until I find what seems the perfect spot, a comfy niche between the huge trunk and a broad sturdy branch. There is just enough room to prop up the Shield. I wrap my cloak around me like a blanket and gaze up at the stars.

Tomorrow, I will make a hammock up here. There seem to be plenty of sturdy vines in these woods to weave into a cot. Then I can leave the Shield safely out of sight while I begin the search for the Sword. But now, I am so tired. I close my eyes and listen to the night sounds of the forest around me, lulling me to sleep.

CHAPTER TWO

The Power Of Dreams

My tree branch is a roughly hewn canoe. I feel the waves, my breath, gently rolling in and out back across the Sea of Dreams to the Temple of Light at Sunniva, from where I left for Octavia before the storm. But the Elders have gone, the Temple is empty.

I roam through the crystal Halls of Light which open out onto the main courtyard. In the centre is a garden full of the most beautiful and radiant flowers I have ever seen. Their scent wafts around and through me with the most delicious sensation of well-being. I feel as if I could float. And I do….about a foot above the ground, to a small lake in the centre of the garden. I hover in the air above, looking down. Then, amongst the water lilies and rainbow-coloured fish I see strange patterns begin to form on the surface of the water. First a huge golden spiral of light, which covers the entire surface of the lake. Then an unusual pattern of tiny waves from one side of the lake to the other. For a moment the water is clear. Now a stunning zig zag pattern like lightning, which flashes before my eyes and then disappears in the lake. In the centre, a circle of completely still water. It is so clear that I can see my entire reflection in it, like a mirror. The water lilies have arranged themselves neatly around its edge, and the fish are nowhere to be seen. In the centre of the circle, a tiny point of light appears, like a twinkling star. Finally, two beams of golden light shoot out at right angles from it, forming a radiant cross of light.

I dive from my vantage point above the lake, straight towards the centre of the cross. I am in a tunnel, a tunnel of light, zooming through at an amazing speed. I stop suddenly. Ahead of me the light has grown dim, and it’s getting darker. I feel a gnawing sense of unease, and an urgent need to leave the tunnel but I cannot move in any direction. My body feels terribly heavy, and my arms feel as if they are pinned to my sides.

Then I hear something, a low, groaning sound. Try as I might, I can’t make it out. It seems like some horribly garbled language, a language of FEAR. Some awful thing is approaching – a distorted figure – half human, half sea creature. A creature of the Darkness. I force myself to look directly at it and it stops right in front of me. Its huge lidded eyes have no colour, no light, just pools of awful nothingness. I try to hold its gaze but I feel too giddy. I look away and notice the creature has what seems to be a huge dorsal fin on its back. It is dripping. It smells of the sea, but with it a horrible stench of rotting flesh. Then in an awful moment of realisation, I notice the sea creature is grinning at me. I lose what little senses I have left. Everything goes black.

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My eyes snap open. I am back in the arms of the friendly tree. Early morning light is filtering through the forest and my terror subsides a little. I feel I have narrowly escaped the jaws of death. What was that awful creature? A bitter chill runs through me as I remember something the Elders said, Believe in your Dreams!

My mouth is dry. I lick my lips but they feel cracked and salty. When did I last have a drink….it must have been before the storm. I untie my backpack from the branch of my tree where it is perched beside the Shield. I rummage for my water bottle and lift it gratefully to my lips. It is completely empty.

Suddenly I am overwhelmed with thirst, and with it a dark, seething rage at my predicament. It is not fair! How dare they send me all this way, alone except for the Shield. I have hardly any provisions left in my pack, no water, and I’m expected to find some stupid Sword which could be anywhere! But my anger has filled me with energy.

Leaving the Shield in its resting place, I grab my backpack and start to scramble down the tree. No time to worry about the state of my clothes which are still damp under my cloak, or my hair, which has become a mass of salty tangles. Luckily my sandals are still wearable. I hope the finely crafted leather thongs hold out.

At the bottom of the great oak, I stand completely still. All my senses are on high alert. I have no idea what might lurk in this forest….I shudder momentarily, remembering the creature from my dream.

Then I hear it, a tinkling sound not too far away. It must be a stream!

Throwing caution to the wind and crashing through the undergrowth with enough noise to announce my presence to the entire forest, I reach a little bubbling brook.

Water! I throw myself face down over the edge and take deep gulps of the most refreshing drink I have ever had. Then I fill my water bottle and replace it carefully in my backpack.

Suddenly I am very hungry. There are a few dry crackers left which I demolish with ease and wash down with another sweet draught from the stream. That’s better!

I sit back on the grassy bank. Now that my physical needs have been attended to, my mind starts to clamour for attention. That dream….The symbols in the lake….I don’t remember seeing them anywhere before, and the awful creature – a warning? Of what? I shudder at the thought of it. But I must calm down and focus on what I need to do next, find the Sword!

My reverie is interrupted by a noise coming from the bushes. Startled, I jump to my feet, ready to run. But it’s just a rabbit, which scampers off innocently enough. Lucky for you I’m full of crackers, rabbit, or I could have made a meal of you! So, there