It was around 10:43 when we made it to Xavier’s sisters house. She was a few years younger then him and I’ve met her only once at my college whenever there was a PTA meeting, she’s a psychology teacher yet I rarely see her on campus. I think Ashley took a semester of psychology.
“Hello, I’m Tarah.” The dark haired European woman which was Xavier’s sister reached her hand out. I took it in mine, “I’m Lolita.”
“My brother has told me of spectacular things about you.” She smiled as I felt my cheeks get warm. I wonder what exactly he has told her.
Her small suburban house was made with crimson red bricks and black shackles. Inside she had almost the similar lay out like Xavier’s; dark blinds and a steam punk feel across the house, unique clocks and metal furnished lanterns that hung in the hallways and on each side of the fire place. There was a small fire going on and I could smell incense in the air. The first moment I walked in I had a sudden rush of balanced, earthy energy that radiated in her home.
“What sun sign are you?” I asked her. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, “My dear lady, I am a Virgo Libra cusp.”
“Virgo-Libra huh?!” I said, smiling at her as my inner analysis studies her every move. Virgo-Libra cusp people are very unique- they have a love for the arts and are humorous, yet they don’t like to be the center of attention.
“Do you ask everyone that?” She asked. I thought for a moment as I came up with an answer, “Only to the people who interest me.”
“Well my dear, you will learn that I am one of the most interesting creatures there is! Come along now, I’ve made some Earl Grey-” she motioned to me and Xavier to come to the kitchen.
There was a small round table in on one side and a nice cast iron stove with an island in the middle for cooking. The kettle was hissing and she moved it off the stove, turning it off, and moving towards three cups that were laid out. Pouring each, she grabbed two cups in her hands and turned to me and her brother.
“Thank you Tarah.” Xavier spoke, sighing as he held the tea up to his lips. I sipped on mine, blowing on it so it’ll cool off. We all sat at the table and there was a moment of silence.
Me and Tarah held our mugs as Xavier sat his down, seeming like he was about to say something. We both looked to him as he gathered his words. It wasn’t like him to not know what he would say. He brought me here for a reason I don’t know, and it started to concern me. I thought about the kids who were being experimented on, locked up probably in cages- never seeing the light of day. Are we here for them?
“Lolita, do you remember me briefing you of information of the TriForce?” He asked, almost in his English-teacher manner.
Yes Mr. Eisenhower, I remember the super kids that are held hostage and are fighting for their lives right now.
I nodded my head.
“Before we can continue your magical path, I need you to know everything I’ve yet to tell you.”
“What have you been hiding from me?” I asked, deeply concerned. He sipped his tea as he contemplated the delicate words he would say to me.
Before he began, Tarah put a hand on his, and shot him a glance that somehow hid some type of telepathic meaning to it. She began to speak, and every word rang in my ears after she spoke them.
“Your father.” She simply said. He’s alive, I thought. He’s still out there. Where is he? So many questions sprung up in my head. How could they know where he is? Or who he is?
“Your father is apart of a secret Order, what others say an occult, which me and Tarah are apart of. Our families for generations and generations have preserved this sacred Order in return for the next ‘kin’ or ‘avatar.’ Those who possess other worldly powers are then motioned through our Order as protectors of the kin, able to grow and manipulate their powers under a society that hides and trains them.
Those who were exposed in the outside world were then held hostage underneath the secret government service called TriForce. Your father,” he stopped and looked at me, a bit saddened, “he’s also apart of the league of TriForce. He secretly packages information from them and sends it to us, our secret Order where we learned that they have the power to translate brain waves that recognizes said power, and had exceedingly crafted a type of shock therapy to delete the hosts powers like nothing ever happened.”
“Ok, so Fotia is for the freedom of powers and Triforce the exact opposite?” I said. They both nodded.
“And my dad is apart of both, but he leaks information of only TriForce? So he’s like a secret agent?”
“Indeed. You’re father works in one of the many buildings, playing music and singing to the kids and adults who are there, the people enjoying his exuberant energy that gives them something they need. Your father was once able to bring back a child’s gift by simply playing a song that he’d played continuously for him and it almost got him in horrid trouble, yet he stood there blindly, not acknowledging the fact that his music had reset a kids ability to move objects with his mind. He told us the monitor beeped a weird sound and almost a dozen of security men gathered in the kids room. The kid played stupid and so did your father, but he was asked to leave as they brought in the shock therapy gear. From then on he was unable to sing, but he could still play the guitar or cello for them.”
“Does my father have magic abilities?” I asked them. They shook there head, “His gift in music is stronger then most musicians, he sings original songs all straight from the soul.”
“But there is you, my dear.” Tarah spoke. I pondered her words but I didn’t know the gravity of what she said that night. Her and Xavier still had to withhold information from me only because my path is still unfolding in front of me and uncertain, they couldn’t risk any security breaches.
We were all finishing the last bit of our tea as Tarah chauffeurs us to a dimly lit room down the hallway that was covered with crystals and rocks and beads that hung from colored strings. There was an alter that stood at the north side of the room, resting upon it was a bowl of water with sand in it, two blue lit candles and a piece of paper with writing on it. There were different painting that were hung up that were all abstract in color, some looking like a portal leading into another dimension or something Salvador Dali would tell a student to paint. The room carried a different energy that felt almost similar to Xavier’s room. There was a black box and a small bag that rested on the floor in the middle of the room. On the floor rested an Arabian rug with vibrant colors where some petals laid strewn about on it. Tarah sat on the ground facing us but facing away from the alter. Me and Xavier sat on the floor in front of her. She picked up the small bag next to the box and gently shook it.
“Tonight I will be reading your soul path and future.” She said. I became intrigued when she asked me to pick out seven different crystal rocks that she laid across the rug. I studied each little rock. There were so many different colors and shapes and sizes it was hard to choose, but I finally picked out seven, the last one being I think a quarts crystal. Before she told me of the different rock crystals, she asked me to hold out my hands as she skimmed over the terrain of my palms.
What she told me was that there was something in the past that was blocking my path of growth, either it be a something bad that happened or something I cannot remember. With the choice of my crystal rocks, she said that my soul path is leading me directly to the Divine. The power of the five elements guide me and with good instinct I will succeed in what I desire most. My chakras are strong but there is an uneven flow of energy.
“I can help you regulate your energy flow of your chakras.” Tarah said.
“How is it you know there is something off?” I asked her.
“The way you hesitate before choosing, second-guessing yourself, becoming unsure. You are a strong independent young lady, and your instinct is more keen than what most people’s are.” I agreed with her, and she had Xavier leave the room as she continued her Works on me.
There was spacey atmospheric music humming in the background as she doused me in oils and sage. She had me undress in only my bra and underwear, and had me lay on my back. She grazed her hands along both sides of my spine and moved her hands in a way as if she was wiping water off my skin, flicking off the energy from her hands as she took them off my back. I was in deep meditation when she began to whisper secret words in the air.
I felt a surge of energy building up from my groin growing higher to my stomach. I heard her murmur the word “Muladhara.” And I recognized that was the root chakra, the first of the seven. She had me flip over on my back now, and she doused me in oils and fanned me with sage.
“Now breathe in deep.” She said and I did. I could then feel a electric tingle in my lower abdomen rise up. It felt like little needles were poking on my insides, aching to get out. Exhaling, and inhaling, the energy grew stronger. My eyes were kept shut but I saw a light behind my eyes that glowed dim and began to turn a vivid orange, then deep yellow… mossy green and sky blue… she was regulating my energy flow in all my chakras.
I was awed by her power of healing. I felt like she could relate easy with me and become receptive in her means of work. I brainstormed what her moon sign can be, it has to be a water sign I thought. Maybe earth…
Suddenly there was a pop unrecognizable of where it came from and I gasped from energetic stimulation. A light flashed across my eyes as I felt ocean deep in a sensational euphoria. I felt wide and awake, keen and alert, not on the outside with all my physical senses, but on my inner senses and intuition. What had I just experienced?
“What was that?” I asked her, out of breath.
“That Lolita was your energy opening and expanding.” She had put out the sage and had blew out all the candles except one. The light from the white candle danced across the room and splashed onto the walls.
“Now concentrate on the light. It is your peeking energy. Now since you have full control over your senses, I want you to blow out this candle not with your breath but with your mind.”
“With my mind?” I asked. She nodded. Okay, this seems easy. I looked at the small dancing flame that connected itself to the wick. I studied it and began to take deep breaths in and out. I closed my eyes and meditated, focusing on my breathing. As I felt my energy spill, I opened my eyes and the light distinguished. It was dark in the room now.
“Never forget the source of power you control. Remember, you have a fire in your soul and behind your eyes, learn to grow and control it.” Tarah said in the darkness.
“Okay.” I chimed, astounded by my hidden power.
The night had reached it’s point and Xavier joined us back in the kitchen. They walked outside and talked for some time as I sipped on some water Tarah gave me.
I felt alive and my body tingling. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet.