Bringers of the Light Series
When we ask you friends to tell us how you are doing it is in order for you to check in with yourself.
What answer are you providing to that question.
Can you find a better thinking feeling of how your day is going?
And if it is going in spades and you feel the highest vibration of love and light, then ask yourself how you can share that joy with someone else.
For that is the way that we will all prosper and progress. Through the art of love and service to others.
And it was on that day that we find Dakkar yet again asking himself how he wants his life to be. When he thinks about it right now, he’s content. But he feels like there is still so much more.
And as he’s frosting Imbolc Buns in the warmth of Crust’s kitchen he feels a sense of longing come over him.
He wants to know so much more about this life. He wants to experience so much more than he already has. And yet he’s not quite sure how.
Then as if out of nowhere his phone rings. It’s obviously Highcore since he gave him a special ringtone of Runnin With the Night by Lionel Richie. It wasn’t that the song spoke about anything having to do with Highcore.
Instead it reminded him of the first time he and Abigail danced together one long ago night in the Fall of 2011. He had just met the then nineteen year old beauty and had felt something instantaneously.
But it would be three more years until they would meet again. And at that point he had been a young cadet with the Bringers of the Light and too busy to take on a relationship.
And in the Summer of 2019 he had met her again for the third time. He’d known all along that she was the one and now he’d had the courage and the availability to ask her out.
That date that started at the Thames in London and went all the way to the Seine in Paris had lasted four days and nights. And he knew then he could never part ways with her again.
That four day long interlude was also the first time he had been made known about the Dawn Key. It was a strange thing in a drawing he had seen in a little Paris art gallery. The artist La Seniga had drawn an ambiguous chalk drawing of a scene out of some New Age sacred space somewhere on the planet Dakkar had surmised. In the middle of the drawing but slightly blurred by the artist’s fingerprint was the key.
Dakkar had instantly felt drawn to it and had payed the art gallery a handsome price to obtain the drawing. He had since then tracked down La Seniga only to find one mysterious twist and turn after another.
It had finally last year led him to the banks of the Nile and a little abode of the artist himself. Dakkar hadn’t taken the time to call and ask for a meeting. He took the first flight out of London and off to Egypt and had turned up dusty and tired at La Senega’s door one Saturday morning.
“Tell me about the Dawn Key,” he’d said before La Senega could close the door all the way.
At that the door opened and the artist himself stood before Dakkar. He was slight in build almost androgynous in nature. He could have passed for fairie or something even more ancient. But Dakkar didn’t so much want to know the artist as much as he wanted to understand the Dawn Key.
Well of course a stranger might not entirely give up his secrets to another lesser known individual. And Dakkar realized he was not dealing with a mortal being. It would take small talk and heart connection before he would get any answers. And he realized this could take longer than he thought.
Now Dakkar was definitely heart connected and a romantic at heart but his tactics and training with the Bringers of the Light had made him hard to connect with on the lighter side. He was more action oriented and take charge before the heart openings would step in.
It was Abigail who had softened his heart beyond recognition of the old sad worn out one it had been before.
And so he tried to imagine Abigail before him for the first time and in doing so his heart opened and La Senega could feel the invitation to have a real intimate conversation.
Winter Sun in my window
CHAPTER 3 A HEART KNOWS THE WAY
La Senega invited Dakkar inside making sure to tell him to leave his shoes at the door. Dakkar acquiesced even though relinquishing his shoes made him feel a little vulnerable.
If La Senega were to turn on him then Dakkar might have a hard time in his bare feet. His best moves were made in his soft leather boots that Abigail had had made for him by the Fairies of Lemon Loch. They felt like bare feet but they had a magical jump step built in that would instantaneously engage at the feeling of trouble around.
That magic jump step had saved him on many an occasion.
Oh right the Dawn Key.
La Senega put the kettle on to boil and took a small box out from under a floorboard in the hallway. He could tell Dakkar meant him no harm so he felt at ease showing him the inner sanctity of his home.
A little too trusting maybe?
Beings of the stars haven’t learned the old ways of the Earth and so living in a devil may care sort of way La Senega had successfully navigated Old Earth with his Star Being Cunning and a little help from the Deep Nine at Bringers of the Light HQ.
The Deep Nine were a pack of white wolves who very successfully had been recruited from the Alaskan Tundra and taken to the etheric HQ for the purposes of using their incredible telepathic powers for the good of the Light.
Highcore’s boss Mrs Talleywag had assigned the Deep Nine to watch over La Senega aka Bleep Narkna Deep Bloop on his home star of Betelgeuse. The name La Senega being assigned to him at his initiation ceremony because well it seemed like an artist’s name.
La Senega had been assigned to watch over Paris and the ley line down to the Nile. So he transported back and forth between the two taking his artwork otherwise known as pieces of the Divine plan and puzzle to sell at the Le Petit Gallerie and Patisserie. The intention was that those of the Light that needed to find then there would.
And such was how Dakkar had happened upon that horrible rough draft of the Dawn Key that Bleep had taken by mistake. But the gallery owner Ms Powderpoof had been immediately drawn to the Dawn Key even if it was smudged by Bleep’s finger print in acrylic gloss.
“A key to save humanity,” Bleep said handing the key to Dakkar.
“If it’s so important why’s it hidden in a box under your floorboard?” Dakkar asked with uncertainty. Maybe Highcore was sending him on some practical joke disguised as a real case. His birthday was coming up soon and Highcore and gang usually did something suspicious like this to help him celebrate.
“It is to be used by the humans to clear karma right away. Like a lightening stick. But they will have to earn this gift. And this is just a prototype,” Bleep said with aplomb thinking that Dakkar must think him completely idiotic and gullible.
“And how will they earn it? Dakkar said feeling a little woozy. “The tea….” was all he had a chance to say before falling to the floor.
Bleep picked up Dakkar’s cup and washed it out in the sink. He picked up his transponder and wired a message to Betelgeuse High Command. “We’ve got him sir.”
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