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Nathanial, meet me at 71 Lambert Street, under the old gaslight, 10pm; come alone. Kalareena.

A night fog spread out from the nearby river and with the assistance of an evening breeze, it covered the entire waterfront district. The night’s chill seeped through to the bone and mist covered everything in dampness. The sound of Nathanial’s footsteps echoing off the surrounding buildings gave him goose bumps and had him looking over his shoulder as he wound his way through the empty cobblestone streets. The only other noise breaking the gloomy silence was a forlorn foghorn from a lone canal barge plying its trade along the inland waterways.

The streetlights seemed like luminous sentinels as he moved from one murky glow to another, his breath misting in the night air. This was the old section of town and hardly anyone travelled here at night. A hideous howl splintering the night’s silence caused him to shrink deeper into his jacket as a cold shiver ran down his spine and raised the hairs on the back of his neck. He quickened his pace.

Moving from Cabot Lane into Lambert Street, he saw the wall that surrounds the Woodlands and the gaslight’s yellow glow. His pocket watch chimed ten as he crossed the road heading towards the light. A voice called from out of the fog. “Who’s there?”

Turning, he faced the direction from which the voice emanated and answered, “Professor Belmont. Who’s asking?”

A dark figure emerged out of the fog. A man walked towards him. He was at least six foot six in height, broad shouldered and swinging a truncheon in his right hand. There was something familiar about him.

“Professor! What are you doing here this time of night?”

“Darshan, is that you?”

“Whom were you expecting?” he asked.

“I’m supposed to be meeting a woman under the gaslight,” Nathanial murmured.

“Why Professor, a secret rendezvous at your age? Wait till I tell Oonah!”

“No, no, no, it’s nothing like that and leave your wife out of this,” Nathanial replied quickly.

“So Professor, when can Oonah and I expect you for dinner?”

“Darshan, we’ve been good friends for almost eight years. Don’t you think it’s about time you called me by my given name, like I’ve asked you to do?”

“It seems disrespectful,” Darshan replied, still unsure.

“Disrespectful! Darshan, of all the thick-headed… Professor is a title for my students, not my friends. Besides, as of this morning, I no longer lecture on mysticisms and the occult at the university. I have resigned.”

“You finally did it. Good for you, Profess…sorry, Nathanial.”

A low guttural growl interrupted their conversation.

“What is that hideous sound?” Nathanial remarked, staring into the murky darkness, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

“Your guess is as good as mine. But my blood runs cold every time I hear it.”

“Who’s walking your section of wall with you tonight?” Nathanial enquired, hearing the edge in his voice.

“Troy.”

Just then Darshan’s two-way radio started squealing. He adjusted some buttons and Troy’s voice came through loud and clear.

“Darshan, get here quick. I got trouble!”

Darshan was off and running with Troy’s voice still emanating from the radio. Nathanial stood listening to his footsteps disappearing into the fog.

Walking off the street Nathanial headed towards the wall that encircled the Woodlands. Gardens, walking paths, fountains and seats had been incorporated around the outer aspect of the structure. Sitting on a bench behind the gaslight, he wondered if his mysterious stranger would show.

This section of town was almost completely destroyed in a fire when the original gaslight exploded. The ensuing fire gutted the Phillcon Enterprise buildings that encircled the Woodlands. Woodlands Incorporated had the rubble removed and a wall constructed where the buildings had once been. They hounded the council relentlessly to obtain the last remaining gaslight, insisting it be placed in front of what was originally 71 Lambert Street.

His mind wandered from the local history to the message he had received. It was written on an old piece of parchment. One of his staff found it on the floor at the base of the staircase in his bookshop. A shiver ran down his spine as the fog thickened about him, his face numbing in the night air. The gaslight’s yellow aura appeared to be floating in mid-air. It looked uncanny with the luminosity bobbing to and fro. He sat mesmerised by the flame’s ethereal dance.

A warm blanket of tenderness enfolded him as his awareness was drawn to the figure of a woman materialising beneath the gaslight. She must have been about five foot nine and seemed as though she was made from the surrounding mist; her silvery hair cascaded down her back. A gown of white gracefully flowed over her shoulders embracing the curvature of her body. With elegant, fluid movements it swept the path about her feet as she walked toward him. Her bare arms hung lightly by her side, and the soft contours of her face showed the fullness of her lips around a beautiful smile.

“Hello, Nathanial, I am Kalareena.”

The richness of her voice held him spellbound. A peal of laughter escaping her lips helped to regain his composure. Rising from the bench, he indicated for her to be seated.

“Good evening Kalareena,” he replied, his voice wavering slightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Oh my, you’re so politely spoken and well-mannered,” she said, smiling as she made herself comfortable on the seat.

As he sat beside her he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Her clothing appeared to be translucent and he wondered if she felt cold. There was a familiarity about her that disturbed him. She chuckled at his obvious discomfort and he wondered if she was making fun of him.

“I need you to heed my warning, Nathanial.” He looked at her in surprise; Kalareena’s manner had become quite serious. “You must stop your research into the Woodlands. Your activities have come to the attention of Slegna and your life is in danger.”

“I see,” he answered, bewildered. “I don’t wish to appear uninformed, but who or what, is a Slegna?” he asked, intrigued.

A knowing smile caressed Kalareena’s lips as she answered, “You know Slegna as The Mystery of the One Truth.”

“Interesting,” he responded, his mind going over his research notes. “Out of curiosity, what do you call The Mystery of the True Light?” He wanted to see what name she put to that.

“She is called Oletha.”

“She!” he exclaimed. “The Mystery of the True Light is a woman?” Nathanial asked, disbelieving.

“Actually,” Kalareena clarified. “Oletha and Slegna are both beyond our abilities to fully comprehend. However, because Oletha is creation and pregnant with everlasting life, it’s only natural to refer to her as she and Slegna as he,” she finished respectfully.

Nathanial had for many years been interested in the origin and interpretation of people’s names, so it struck him as rather amusing that The Mystery of the True Light would be called Oletha. “If my memory serves me correctly, the name Oletha means truth, doesn’t it?” His curiosity awakened despite the unusual conversation.

“Yes,” she calmly replied.

“Lovely name, most fitting.” Assuming his professorial manner he asked, “Now young lady, what’s this nonsense about my investigations into the Woodlands and who are you?”

A low menacing growl echoed through the night fog.

Kalareena’s face changed slightly. “You hear that? That’s one of Slegna’s hounds of despair. They are born from the unwholesome deeds of humanity. Their claws can rip you to pieces and their bite disorientates the mind and spirit. That hound is looking for you, Nathanial!”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, shocked.

“It’s no longer safe for us to talk tonight,” she answered. “Nathanial, we are Keepers of the Realm and Slegna will stop at nothing to prevent us from fulfilling our destiny. I will contact you later; please heed my warning. You must leave before the hound finds you. Now go!”

Kalareena smiled but then her shape wavered and vanished from his sight. “Well, I’ll be,” he remarked in surprise. How does she do that? he wondered as he hastily headed home. Who is she really and why come to me with that fanciful tale about being Keepers of the Realm? And why would this Slegna want to stop me investigating the Woodlands? There has to be a rational explanation for all of this. How does she come and go like that, maybe I’m going crazy and none of this is real.

A howl reverberating off the surrounding buildings had him looking around nervously; quickening his pace he moved through the murky fog. Well, that’s certainly real, so I suppose I should give her the benefit of the doubt. He headed home swiftly, his mind full of unanswerable questions.

A siren wailing in the distance got his attention. Moments later, a police car appeared with lights flashing and sped along the street that Darshan had earlier run down. He decided to discuss this evening’s events the following day with Renae, the manager of his bookstore ‘Enigma Books’ as she was a gifted psychic.

* * *

At age sixty-two, Nathanial stood his six feet with dignity and pride; his athletic body had lost none of its tone for his age. His thick wavy blond hair fell gently about his shoulders. Mirth and merriment shone from deep green eyes. Astute intelligence and a quick wit enabled him to expertly unravel ancient myths and legends.

As a result of her ability to see into people, Renae had employed some unique staff members. Janelle, her second-in-charge, was an exceptional trance-medium, Gela had the uncanny ability to know instantly when a person was lying. Lomasi had the capacity to spiritually see through material objects and Lon, the only other male working in the shop apart from Nathanial, was a skilled doctor and psychic healer.

Nathanial arrived at the shop around midmorning and was lucky to find a park directly in front. Renae noticing his arrival went to meet him and opened the car door.

“Out you get, Nathanial,” she remarked cheerfully.

He alighted from the car and acknowledged Renae’s greeting while admiring the window display in the large bay windows that flanked the entrance of Enigma Books. Renae linked her arm in his, and, with her blue eyes smiling, they headed towards the shop. Standing five feet six, with mousey blonde hair, Renae was his brilliant accountant and administrator.

Entering through the outer door they moved into the lobby to the bookshop entrance and stood admiring the large spiral staircase in the middle of the store. This impressive structure was constructed completely from redwood and could comfortably hold four people across its steps. At the base of the balustrade on either side of the first step stood a carved eagle. The bearers that supported the handrail were elaborately carved nature sprites. A carpet runner in the design of a country garden graced the spiral staircase from top to bottom and gold rods at the rear of each step kept the carpet in place. The staircase led to a mezzanine that covered half the ground floor. At the back of the mezzanine there was a storeroom flanked by offices. The stairs then continued upward to the first floor. There were bookshelves throughout the ground and first floors, with carpet runners between all the shelves. Renae and Nathanial walked around the circular counter at the front of the store to the stairs that led to his office on the mezzanine.

“I’ve employed two more staff members,” Renae advised as they moved towards his office. “Their names are Gabbryel and Fala.”

Nathanial stared at her waiting for her to continue.

Looking at him questioningly, she frowned. “You’re giving me one of your ‘what else’ looks,” Renae commented, puzzled.

“You mean Gabbryel and Fala don’t have any spiritual abilities?” he enquired cheekily.

Smiling, she replied, “Gabbryel is gifted in psychometry and Fala is skilled in predictions and premonitions. Happy now, are we?” Renae said, playfully punching his arm.

Nathanial rubbed his arm, pretending he was hurt. “Ouch,” he joked. Grinning happily Renae gave his arm an affectionate squeeze and continued. “There was also a strange little old lady here earlier this morning looking for you.” Renae paused before continuing. “She has the sweetest smile, silver hair, stands about five foot nothing, a trim figure for her age and is quite good at evading questions. She said she needed to see you; wouldn’t give me her name. She seemed to think you would know who she was. Do you know her?”

“Yes, that was Mrs Phillips, and she didn’t say what she wanted?” Nathanial asked, puzzled.

“No. She just asked me to give you this.”

Renae handed him a piece of parchment. He stared at it and then reached into his pocket to retrieve the parchment from last night, but it wasn’t there. He was flabbergasted.

“This is the parchment from last night,” he said, mystified. “Did she say how this came to be in her possession?”

“Nope,” Renae replied happily. “She simply smiled and said you would understand.”

“I see,” he responded, not at all understanding how it could have come to have been in her possession.

“The shop has tripled its trade in the last twelve months,” Renae continued, not really taking note of his bewildered expression. “And I foresee it becoming much busier. Your idea to increase the range of books and specialise in the esoteric was brilliant. Word finally got around and the university students are coming here in droves,” Renae enthusiastically informed him.

Nathanial’s mind was alerted to Renae’s phraseology in her report. “You made an interesting statement. You said ‘foresee’, not expect. Have you had a vision?”

“It was earlier this month. I was meditating in the shop and foresaw a substantial increase in business and two new faces behind the counter,” confessed Renae.

“That’s good, as I now belong to the unemployed.”

The look on Renae’s face revealed she wasn’t telling him everything, so he insisted on hearing it all.

Her voice wavered slightly as she responded. “I also saw you going on a perilous journey not of your conscious choice,” she replied, her face showing signs of concern. “I was planning on telling you at our regular meeting.”

“Did you receive anything else on how I would manage to accidentally go on this journey and where it would take me?” He needed informative guidance, especially after last night’s perplexing events.

“The vision was unexpected and filled me with dread,” Renae commented, gently touching his arm. “I lost contact and couldn’t reconnect to the spiritual flow. Sorry, Nathanial.”

“That’s all right,” he replied with a sinking sensation coming over him as sat at his desk. A light knock on the door interrupted further conversation. “Enter,” he called.

“Excuse me, Nathanial,” one of the staff apologised as she entered. “There’s a woman downstairs insisting on speaking with you.”

“Thank you, Gela, show her to my office, please.” He stood, moving out from behind the desk as Gela escorted the woman into his office and then quietly left.

“Mrs Phillips, what a pleasure,” he said, smiling. “I would like to formally introduce you to my manager Renae. Renae, this is Mrs Phillips.”

After Renae and Mrs Phillips had exchanged pleasantries, Renae discreetly left.

“That’s a very intuitive young woman you have working for you, Professor.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“Did you receive your gift this morning?” she asked.

“Gift? Oh yes, thank you. May I be so bold as to ask how you obtained the parchment?”

“Most certainly, Professor, you are welcome to ask.” Her tone left no doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t receive an answer. “Professor Belmont, have you had the opportunity to become acquainted with the Phillips and the Conway families’ history at all?”

“Please, Mrs Phillips, call me Nathanial,” he instructed indicating for her to be seated at one of the armchairs placed about his office. “Until yesterday I was still working at the university,” he said, sitting in the seat opposite her. “This left me with little spare time. Is it important?”

Mrs Phillips looked directly at him. “You may call me Barbette, Nathanial,” she replied, smiling. “Some things require explanation and you will need an understanding of past historical events to get a clearer picture. I suggest you start with the journals Matthew Phillips and Terence Conway wrote.”

Nathanial looked at Barbette in the manner of ‘continue, please’, but nothing was forthcoming, other than a knowing grin.

“I am wondering if you were the one who originally sent this message,” he queried, presenting Barbette with the parchment Renae had given him.

“I shall return home now,” Barbette stated, rising from her chair. “If you would be so kind as to escort me to the car.” He had learned earlier on that when Mrs Phillips didn’t wish to communicate it was a waste of time in persisting. It was frustrating. He walked Barbette to her car with neither of them saying a word. As they approached, her chauffeur opened her door and she climbed in.

“Thank you, Nathanial. I look forward to hearing from you soon.”

He returned to the shop totally mystified; how did she obtain the parchment? As he entered the shop he caught Renae’s attention, indicating for her to meet him in his office.

“What was that all about?” she said, bemused.

“I don’t know, but I think I need a history lesson. Can you see to it that I’m not disturbed?”

“Of course, no one will bother you. I’ll make certain of it,” she affirmed.

One of the conditions of the purchase of the bookshop from Phillcon Enterprises was the storage of the Phillips and Conway family histories and their personal journals. Nathanial found what he was looking for and started reading; it proved to be quite an eye opener. He was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Enter.”

Renae walked in with some herbal tea and sandwiches. He thanked her and remarked about not being disturbed. She smiled and said that the shop had been closed for an hour. It was time to stop his research. Laughing at his surprise, she placed the tray of food and drinks on a table and sat in one of the armchairs.

“The journals Matthew Phillips and Terence Conway wrote of their experiences in the Woodlands are incredible,” he advised her.

“What do you mean by incredible?” she responded, intrigued.

Walking from behind the desk he joined Renae. While she poured the tea he explained. “Everyone knows about Phillcon Enterprises’ rise to fame. What’s not known is how it was achieved. Both Matthew Phillips and Terence Conway were gifted psychics. Their abilities were fully developed when they entered the Woodlands.”

“I’m not grasping what you mean about developed in the Woodlands?”

“Why do you think it’s forbidden to enter the Woodlands?” Nathanial asked while pointing in that general direction. “Why encircle a forest the size of ten city blocks in a wall that’s eight feet thick at its base, rises twenty feet into the air and curves outwards?”

Renae shrugged. “I don’t think anyone knows the answers to those questions.”

“Then allow me to educate you,” he answered, smiling. “According to Phillips and Conway, the Woodlands contain countless realms of reality, both spiritual and material, which are being manifested into a consciousness of being. The Woodlands is where the Astral Plane interconnects with our world of Telluric. I’ve had my suspicions that they were. These documents are the first testimonials I’ve read that support that belief.”

Renae sat dumbfounded for a moment before she spoke. “Are you telling me the Woodlands is part of the Astral Plane? Nathanial!” Renae was shocked. “The Astral Plane is the ethereal world between all realms of consciousness. It’s where a spirit rests before being reincarnated. It’s not meant to be a physical manifestation of awareness. How could something like that happen?”

“According to the journals Phillips and Conway wrote, each realm of learning has a Keeper to implement Oletha’s laws of love and kindness,” he advised her as he reach for a drink. “However, the Keeper for the Astral Plane has vanished.”

“Hang on a minute,” Renae said, confused. “Who’s Oletha and what’s a Keeper?”

“Oletha is the name other realms of existence give to what we refer to as The Mystery of the True Light,” he explained. “They also have a name for The Mystery of the One Truth: Slegna.”

“Fascinating,” Renae said in amazement. “So what we call a Balanced consciousness, The Mystery of the True Light, they call Oletha,” she said in admiration, “and an Unbalanced awareness, The Mystery of the One Truth, they refer to as Slegna.”

“Correct,” he replied, seeing the wonderment on her face.

“I like that, Nathanial. It has a personal feel to it. So what’s a Keeper?”

He smiled fondly at her and continued. “A Keeper is an overseer of sorts,” he replied, a little unsure. “The journals aren’t terribly clear. It has something to do with maintaining balance between Oletha and Slegna.”

“Okay,” Renae said questioningly. “So do you know what happened to the Keeper?”

“Apparently it was time for the Keeper to transcend to the heavenly realms of Oletha, allowing in the new Keeper.”

“Why is that a problem?” queried Renae as she picked up a sandwich.

“Because,” Nathanial replied, taking a sip of his drink, “Oletha chose this transition period to allow Slegna, and his underlings, free travel between all realms of existence, thus bringing to the attention of the followers of the True Light the extent of Unbalanced spirits upon their world.”

“By Unbalanced you mean riffraff and law breakers?”

“That’s one way to put it, yes,” he agreed putting his drink down and reaching for a sandwich.

“That would explain the escalating violence,” replied Renae with some thought. “What has this to do with Matthew and Terence’s spiritual development?”

“According to Terence,” Nathanial continued, “he and Matthew travelled through a portal in the Woodlands to another world where their spiritual abilities were fully developed. In return they committed not only Phillcon Enterprises, but also their families, to a contractual agreement that would span generations.”

“To what end?” Renae asked, puzzled.

“To the investiture of the new Keeper of the Astral Plane,” he advised her. Renae was about to ask another question when he raised his hand, stopping her. “Hang on, there’s more. Before they died, both Phillips and Conway were adamant that nobody was ever permitted entrance into the Woodlands without a personal invitation from the Keeper.”

Renae leaned back in her chair and looked directly at Nathanial. “Interesting – you can’t get into the Woodlands without an invitation from the Keeper who happens to be missing,” she noted, “but you still haven’t told me what any of this has to do with you and the parchment Mrs Phillips returned.”

“As yet, I don’t have a connection,” he replied, around a mouthful of food.

“All right, let’s work backwards. What happened last night with your secret meeting near the gaslight?”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” Nathanial gave Renae a full account of the events that had taken place. She didn’t say a word throughout the entire narration.

“That was the parchment that Mrs Phillips returned to you,” Renae said, deep in thought. “The one from last night?”

“Yes.”

Puzzlement was written on her face. “She didn’t tell you how she came by it?”

“No. Like you said, she’s good at evading questions,” he replied, feeling a little frustrated.

“Yes, so I discovered. Nathanial,” Renae remarked, a little concerned, “your aura has been shimmering incessantly ever since you got out of the car. This could be important. I think we should both meditate on this while your energy levels are still high.”

He agreed and followed Renae as she headed out the door. To his surprise she didn’t go to their regular meditation place on the mezzanine. Rather, she placed a rug and two large cushions at the base of the spiral staircase.

“This is the most spiritually charged location in the shop. If you would make yourself comfortable, we can begin.” Sitting on one of the cushions with his back straight, legs crossed and hands resting gently on his knees, he waited for Renae to commence.

“I have told you several times, Nathanial, about the depth of spiritual energy you possess. Being a well-mannered gentleman, you graciously acknowledged my words. You haven’t, however, believed me. There is something occurring around you that is affecting your spiritual essence,” Renae explained while making herself comfortable opposite him. “I’m going to intone a mantra of making.” His eyebrows rose at her statement as she continued. “This melody draws the cosmic flow of energy from the Angelic realms and will reveal what is occurring about you. Let’s get started.”

Nathanial listened carefully as Renae began her mantra of making; he had never heard its like before. Its haunting tune lingered in his mind.

“Ohm Na Ra Ka Taum Na Ba

Ohm Na Ra Ka Taum Na Ba”

Once he understood the rhythm of the chant he joined in. Their voices blended harmoniously and a euphoric sense of peace moved through him. He felt a gentle touch on his hand and opened his eyes to see both of them bathed in coloured lights. This had never happened before and he felt astonishment register on his face.

“Our auras are joined in the grace of life and the intensity of this power is coming from you, Nathanial.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, surprised, not wanting to accept her evaluation of the situation.”

“You know that everyone has a purpose in life,” Renae began. “Existence is not an accident. Life has motivation, meaning and is full of possibilities. It’s the manner and the way you move through your life that determines the outcome.”

“You’re talking about karmic responsibility,” he commented.

“Life’s not just about reimbursement of karmic debts,” Renae affirmed. “It’s recognising that you’re a spiritual entity incarnated into a material body and it’s the gaining of wisdom in that blending that life is about.”

“You’re implying that people’s spiritual and mental actions are responsible for the life they’re living,” he queried.

“Precisely,” Renae avowed. “Life’s not an accident.”

“Where are you going with this?” he asked, bemused.

“Because everything is resonating at a similar frequency, we believe that what we see and touch is solid. Except that everything we sense, see and feel in the material world is nothing more than harmonising psychic energy.” Nathanial nodded his understanding of what she was saying as she continued. “For whatever reason Nathanial, you have chosen to be a magnet for this energy, because it’s being drawn to you in copious amounts,” Renae passionately explained.

“You’re kidding!” he interrupted, not wanting to believe her but feeling inside that she was correct as she carried on.

“I also believe the woman who appeared under the gaslight you so meticulously described, might be your guide.” she finished.

A strange glow started to emanate from the floor through the mat. It made their auras brighten. “There’s another energy source here that’s affecting our auras,” Renae commented. “I think we should remove ourselves from the mat.”

Moving off the mat, Renae then pulled it along, with the cushions, to reveal a golden glow eight foot in diameter.

“I knew this was the most powerful place in the shop for psychic energy!” Renae said in awe. “But this,” she said, pointing at the golden glow. “Do you know what this means?”

“I will have to re-varnish the floor?” Nathanial replied, trying to lighten the mood.

“Be serious,” she rebuked.

“Sorry, it was the first thing that popped into my head.”

“I have never seen the likes of this before. My best interpretation would be that this is a disc of living energy. Let’s try something. I’m going to move onto the disc, then you do the same and we’ll see if anything happens.”

Nathanial observed as Renae stepped across the threshold onto the light. She closed her eyes and started her mantra. As she chanted, the vitality of the glow increased. He moved to her side and immediately became engulfed in a pulsating aura of intense beauty. He found himself cocooned within a golden sphere of light. The distant echo of a woman’s voice drifted into his consciousness, calling his name as he was transported to an unknown destination. His movement slowed and he found himself free of the sphere, gently settling to the ground in a small clearing surrounded by trees.

His attention was drawn to a silver cord emanating from his abdomen that drifted lazily in mid-air and disappeared skyward. However, his consciousness was pulsating with a wakefulness of spirit, the appearance of which resembled a fine golden thread in the form of an aura that originated from his psyche. A tingling upon his awareness caused him to move towards a pathway leading from the clearing. Walking out from the trees upon the path was Kalareena; she took one look at his face and laughed.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, feeling self-conscious.

“The expression on your face,” she replied.

After getting over his initial embarrassment, he felt he was discerning a great deal more about her than when they had first met under the gaslight. “Kalareena, your body lacks a certain depth and your clothes aren’t real,” he remarked perplexed.

“Realism is simply a pattern of spiritual energies that relates to the realm you’re upon, Nathanial. Take you for example,” she said, indicating towards his body. “You’re a spiritual copy of what your psyche believes you look like.”

Nathanial looked closely at himself for the first time. Kalareena watched as Nathanial’s aura changed colour while he processed the information she had given him.

“So you’re saying that the form I’m in now is my spirit?” was his awed response.

“Yes,” she replied happily, then pointed. “You see the silver cord emanating from your spirit? Well, the other end of it is attached to your physical form back on Telluric.”

Well, if we’re both in our spiritual form, where’s your silver cord?” he asked, confused.

“I haven’t left my body like you have, Nathanial,” Kalareena explained. “My physical form is more refined than yours because I come from the enlightened realms. That’s why it looks ethereal,” she informed him cheerfully.

Nathanial gently ran his hand over her shoulder lightly touching the fabric of her dress. Realising what he had done he apologised. “I’m sorry Kalareena. That was impolite of me.” He then hurried on. “What are your clothes made from?”

Kalareena smiled fondly and explained. “My clothes are a spiritual apparition I created to cover my form. I rather like them,” she said happily, spinning about. “The good thing is they never wear out or get dirty and they cling to my body,” she pointed out, while running her hands down the sides of her dress.

“They certainly do,” he stated, blushing slightly. He hadn’t noticed her clothing the other night because of the mist. Kalareena interrupted his obvious delight in her attire.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ah, I don’t know where here is. One moment I was standing on a golden disc of light in my bookshop with Renae and then whoosh, I’m here.”

“That disc is a transport portal and you’re in the Woodlands. You shouldn’t be here it’s not safe. You need to return the way you came. It’s better if I visit you.”

“Who are you?”

Smiling, Kalareena responded, “I’m your soul mate. Now, my love, you must return the way you came.”

“Soul mate!” The shock of such a statement had him reeling as his instincts knew it to be correct.

“Now isn’t the time, Nathanial, I will explain later. You must return and please don’t use the portal until we’ve spoken.”

“I don’t know how to return.”

“Simply follow your silver cord home,” was her rejoinder.

Thinking about the direction he wished to take and hearing his name being called, he travelled along the silver cord towards the sound of the voice. With a sudden jolt, he was back in his body, coming to his senses in Renae’s lap with a wet cloth being applied to his face.

“Nathanial, are you all right? Answer me, Nathanial, are you here with me?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he finally managed.

“What happened to you?”

“My spirit fell from my body into the Woodlands,” he answered, not quite believing the sound of his own voice.

“That would explain your lack of physical response to my insistent calling. Nathanial,” Renae said nervously, still showing signs of unease, “when you stepped onto the disc, my spirit felt like it was going to explode with the intensity of useable energy. I lost sight of you.”

Looking into Renae’s face he could see genuine concern. “Everything is all right now. As you can see I’m all in one piece,” he informed her gently.

“Nathanial, every nerve in my body was humming,” Renae described. “It felt as if my spirit was being drawn from the body. I removed myself from the light as quickly as possible, my vision cleared and I saw you lying on the floor.”

“So how did I end up on your lap? Not that I’m objecting,” he added cheekily.

Renae gave him a playful slap. “Seeing that you were out cold, I grabbed a damp cloth from the kitchen and well, here you are.”

Feeling recovered, Nathanial carefully separated himself from Renae’s lap and they removed themselves from the circle of light. They watched the golden disc slowly diminish in size till it was no more. The parchment that Barbette returned to him, was now sitting in the middle of the floor. Renae retrieved it and then gave it to him.

“That shouldn’t be here. I put it in the drawer of my office.”

“May I see it for a moment?” He handed her the parchment.

“Did you check the message when Mrs Phillips returned it to you?”

“No, I didn’t. Let me see.”

Taking the parchment from Renae he read it but then reread it. Renae gently touched his shoulder saying, “You’re the professor, what does this mean?”

“It means I need to visit Barbette. There are some questions that need answering. You know, I could do with another cup of tea.”

They walked into the kitchen and while Nathanial narrated his experiences, Renae made them both a cuppa. “That’s amazing and Kalareena didn’t say when she would be visiting?”

“No. Only that it was safer for her to visit me.”

“I wish I hadn’t stepped off that thing now. The amount of raw energy you have at your disposal is awesome.”

Having finished the tea they walked back into the shop, Nathanial was still talking about his experience. Poor Renae couldn’t get a word in edgeways about what she had gone through. They were greeted with Kalareena materialising at the base of the stairs. The look on Renae’s face was of awe at seeing a spiritual entity from the enlightened realms. Nathanial’s heart and soul soared at the sight of her.

“Hello, Nathanial. It’s safe for us to talk now.”

“Kalareena, this is Renae, a dear friend and manager of Enigma Books. Renae meet Kalareena, my soul mate,” he said.

Renae and Kalareena smiled warmly at each other. “I’ve never met a being from the enlightened realms before,”

Renae advised her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kalareena.”

Moving forward, Kalareena gently embraced Renae. “The pleasure is also mine, Renae,” Kalareena informed her warmly. After they had exchanged pleasantries Nathanial spoke, “What did you wish to discuss with me?”

“About whom you really are and the life you chose,” Kalareena replied gently. “You had to be sheltered from the depth of your spirituality so it wouldn’t influence your decision-making in life.”

“Are you saying I have spiritual abilities?” he asked, stunned.

“Oh yes, my love,” Kalareena announced proudly. “They’re quite exceptional.”

Nathanial ran his fingers through his hair, gazing at Kalareena then Renae. “If I’m understanding you,” he began, slowly circling while deep in thought, “I have similar attributes to you.” He stopped in front of Kalareena. “But I chose not to have them in this incarnation so I could refine my material skills. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” Kalareena replied happily. “It was our next stage of evolution to be separated. My spiritual body travelled to the realms of enlightenment, while yours travelled the realms of matter. We were refining our skills until we became the embodiment of spiritual truth,” she explained.

“To what end?” he asked, feeling as if he had denied himself something important.

“For you to become the epitome of the material realms and I the personification of the spiritual realms. Then we allow our male and female spiritual essences to coalesce into one and mature into our next stage of enlightenment.” Kalareena paused, observing his reaction. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” she asked attentively.

“I believe so,” he responded. “You’re saying that you hold within your being the wisdom of the enlightened realms, while I’m holding the wisdom of the material realms. But for either of us to be complete, we must become one. Right?”

Kalareena looked questioningly at him as she approached. “Yes,” she answered hesitantly.

Renae had been watching him closely and knew it hadn’t sunk in that he and Kalareena were soul mates. Placing a comforting hand on his arm she spoke. “I don’t think you truly understand the gravity of what Kalareena is saying, Nathanial. You two are soul mates,” she endeavoured to explain. “This goes far beyond being mere lovers. Soul mates share the same essence of spirit,” she informed him compassionately.

“What do you mean the same spirit?” he enquired puzzled.

“When we were on the disc of light, I was shown a vision,” she explained.

“That sounds ominous. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You were a little preoccupied talking about Kalareena,” Renae clarified.

“Oh yes,” he said, blushing.

“Really,” Kalareena said excitedly. “What did he say?”

“Never mind about that now,” he interrupted feeling embarrassed. “I want to hear about Renae’s vision.”

Kalareena and Renae looked at each and laughed. “As you wish Nathanial,” Kalareena responded knowingly, winking at Renae.

“My vision was thus,” Renae began. “I was standing at the edge of a beautiful glade. In the clearing I saw a dwelling entirely constructed of light. I was shown a newborn child, not of flesh, but spirit. The child appeared to have a dual personality, two distinctive auras within the one. As I watched, the auras divided, forming the outward appearance of a male and female child. They remained connected through the mind by a golden thread of awareness. The female was relocated to a green portal where she disappeared with her guardian. The male was moved to a gold portal and likewise transferred with his guardian. The denser spiritual reality that the boy incarnated into was the realm of Matter. A voice then filled my head intoning a prophecy:

The millennium of the prophet has arrived.

An essence of light will be born and divide,

Flowing through rhythms both dark and light.

Reuniting again when day becomes night,

Cloaking the shadow in everlasting light.

“This was followed by an equally strong vision that the forces of the Unbalanced were striving to prevent the two from becoming one.”

Nathanial looked at Renae in disbelief; this was all getting a bit much. Kalareena quietly moved to face him.

“Renae is correct, Nathanial. We are the spirits of the prophecy,” she confirmed. “Our destiny is to reunite our male and female halves into a union of one once more, thereby becoming the new Keeper of the Astral Plane. To do that you need to come with me so I may protect you while realigning your consciousness to its full potential.”

Nathanial looked at Kalareena dumbfounded. What was she talking about? His mind was in turmoil. Laying her hand on his, knowledge flowed from her spirit to Nathanial’s in a never-ending stream of awareness. At that moment he knew all that had been revealed was the truth. Regaining his composure he spoke. “If I am understanding you correctly, Kalareena, you’re saying that by going with you my spiritual capabilities will be restored to me.”

“I wouldn’t have said it quite like that, but yes,” she agreed.

“Nathanial,” Renae interjected. “What was it you told me Phillips and Conway said before they died? To enter the Woodlands you need an invitation from the Keeper. Kalareena is a Keeper, and that disc,” she said, pointing to the floor, “is an entrance to the Woodlands we inadvertently activated. This Slegna knows your whereabouts now and will stop at nothing to kill you. If you don’t go with Kalareena your life will be in jeopardy.”

“I hear what you’re saying, Renae,” he reassured her, then turned to Kalareena. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I know I’m meant to be with you. How long would I be gone?”

“If all goes as it should, you’ll never return,” she replied.

“What!” he exclaimed. “But I have a life here,” he said, indicating his bookstore. “I can’t just up and leave.”

“I’m sorry, Nathanial, but this isn’t your life,” Kalareena stated. “It’s simply a stepping stone to our future.”

“Kalareena,” he said with concern. “I have responsibilities to Renae and my staff; there are legal matters that must be attended to before I can leave.” A mixture of anger for being told what he could and couldn’t do, laced with fear, brought out his stubborn streak. “I will be ready in two days,” he proclaimed.

“You don’t have two days!” Kalareena exclaimed. “You must come now.”

“Must!” he said, remaining resolved in the matter. “I don’t think so.” He could hear the defiance in his voice and wondered what he was doing. He knew it wasn’t safe here anymore, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Kalareena looked at him sadly. “Then I will return for you in two days. But please be careful; Slegna knows where you are.” Kalareena nodded to Renae, then vanished leaving a shimmering aura of concern behind her.

“Of all the pig-headed, knuckle-brained nitwits I’ve ever met, you take the cake,” Renae exploded. “Remember that perilous journey I saw you going on and now this warning from Kalareena. Nathanial, I’m frightened!”

He knew Renae was right. “Oh Renae, don’t let your imagination run away with you,” he replied knowing how pathetic he sounded.

“Nathanial!” she said, exasperated. “Your soul mate enters our reality to warn you of impending danger and then asks you to accompany her so she can protect you, and you think my imagination is running away with me? Well, here’s another piece of information I was given: Mrs Phillips was the guardian who handed you to your parents.”

“What?” he bellowed.

“That’s right,” Renae, stated, annoyed. “So think on that while you’re messing around with your legal matters.”

“Renae, I just thought of something else. That parchment we found on the portal read: ‘I’ll visit by the stairs when the new moon arises.’ Tonight is the new moon. Kalareena is the one leaving the messages, which means Barbette knows her. I’ll be paying Mrs Phillips a visit in the morning to ask her some questions and then I will organise my affairs. I’ll ring to let you know what’s happening.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Renae replied. “I certainly think Mrs Phillips has some questions to answer. I would like to know the full extent of her involvement in all of this. It goes a lot deeper than a social visit from Kalareena.” Renae thought for a moment before continuing. “The vision suggested you were born of the Woodlands, not of the material realm.”

“It looks that way, providing the vision is correct,” he slowly replied.

“I believe it is,” Renae pondered. “What do you remember of your childhood?”

“I was happy and encouraged to read from an early age. My father, being a student of philosophy, loved anything from a supernatural point of view. We used to sit for hours talking and going over old manuscripts. He was interested in the Woodlands and often speculated about it. I simply followed in his footsteps. My mother never interfered with the path my father had chosen for me. Like my father I have a natural talent for myths, legends and the occult.”

“It sounds as if you were being schooled for something special,” Renae suggested.

“It does seem that way,” he agreed. He felt a little miffed at first that his parents had kept the origin of his birth from him. However, on reflection, he realised they were loving parents, who genuinely provided for his needs. He had no right to complain as they always placed him before themselves. Who was he to chastise them? Their decision was made for his protection. “It would appear we have somehow become embroiled in something rather intriguing, young lady.”

“Young lady! Why, thank you, kind sir,” Renae said, as she curtsied with a smile on her face.

He laughed. “It’s late and I’m tired. Let’s call it a night. I don’t know what time I’ll be in tomorrow. Good night Renae.”

“Good night Nathanial. Sleep well.”