Designed with a Destiny (15 page)

“One of my father’s companies has a
satellite office site located near Cheyenne Mountain and he often
stops unannounced to check on things. He has no reason to stay
though, and the GPS indicates that the airplane headed into South
America, which is where he has access to state of the art private
medical facilities where medical favors are easily bought. I can
say with almost certainty that he’s headed there with Chord,” Zane
says looking directly at Cat, offering her the hope she needs to
continue viewing him as a valuable resource.

“How long will it takes us to get down
there?” she asks, looking to me to make it happen as quickly as
possible. Colorado Springs wouldn’t normally stand out as being a
place of significance except that it happens to be the location
where we met with CIA Director, Robert Johnson who was killed by an
unknown assassin after a foiled plot to kill us—near Cheyenne
Mountain State Park. Something deep inside me stirs and I can’t
quite explain the nagging feeling I have to go there, which I’m
about to completely dismiss after looking into the expectant eyes
of my wife, until I happen to glance at the clock on the computer
screen and it flashes 11:11 am.

“Eleven, eleven—we need to go to Colorado
Springs,” I suddenly blurt out, drawing blank stares from the rest
of the group except of course Cat, whose disappointment is written
all over her face. “There’s something important there—I can feel
it,” I say with conviction, helpless to substantiate it any
further. Very few things stand in the way of me giving her exactly
what she wants, yet I’m about to insist that we delay going to
South America until we investigate Colorado Springs. Zane smirks,
and mumbles something about time being critical for Chord, and Cat
buries her head in my chest, her body trembling under my touch.

“Ronan please—we can stop on the way back if
you still have this feeling, but Zane is right we need to get to
South America as quickly as possible,” Cat pleads, clearly torn
with trusting me or believing Zane.

“Look I know it doesn’t make sense, but
seeing the elevens just now confirms to me that this feeling I have
is valid. I just can’t ignore it—I have to go to Colorado Springs
now.” Even as the others exchange looks of skepticism, my hunch
grows still even stronger and I brace myself for a battle of the
wills when no one readily comes forward to support me.

“Well done son,” Lawrence finally says,
breaking their awkward silence by giving me an ovation as he makes
his way from the back of the room to stand at my side. “Intuition
is all about listening to that inner voice, even when it doesn’t
make sense,” he says, patting me on the shoulder and grinning ear
to ear. The gleam in his eyes is confirmation enough that he
considers my revelations as evidence that I’ve evolved in some
way—everyone else isn’t so easily convinced.

“You think it’s wise to base our plans on
Ronan seeing the number eleven?” Jason asks, making it sound like a
completely ridiculous notion.

Lawrence chuckles. “I want you to base your
plans on something much more than what you see and hear Dr.
Lundgren. I want you to base your plans on what you feel,” he says
passionately, placing a clenched fist over his gut. “Seeing the
number eleven is a signal to pay attention to those feelings. The
very act of acknowledging this phenomenon means that you’re on a
path of fully developing the extraordinary gift of intuition. You
don’t need to be a Designer to do this you know.”

“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to evidence
based science,” he responds loftily making even Alisha look at him
funny. Lawrence smiles warmly and winks at Austin. Jason has no
idea Lawrence is using Austin to help make a point until without
warning the chair he’s sitting on leaves the floor, ascending
towards the ceiling with Jason glued to the seat. Lawrence folds
his arms across his chest, and there is a bemused grin on his face,
as his eyes follow the chair upward.

“Dr. Lundgren, would you be so kind as to
explain to us the scientific evidence supporting the basis for the
fact that you’re stuck to a chair that’s suspended in the air?”

A hush falls over the room as we all look up
waiting to hear his logical explanation which of course he can’t
articulate. His face turns a light shade of pink, and I can see he
regrets challenging Dr. Emerick in his own game of physics
concerning laws of energy and the mind.

***

Between Harrington’s clout, Brandon’s
contacts, and Cat’s ability to influence people’s feelings, we
successfully secure a Gulfstream Jet from Blue Star Jets Charter
and are in flight to Colorado Springs two hours after I insisted we
go. The heavy jetliner easily seats all of us with room to spare,
and for a small price tag of $200,000.00, it’s ours for the next
week. We're okay with cramming 13 people into Brandon’s
nine-passenger airplane, but need to draw the line at military
missile strikes targeting his plane , according to Zane and Bernie,
who aren’t nearly as confident in our aptitude for air combat as
the rest of us. And with Harrington footing most of the bill for
the corporate jet, it didn’t make sense to refuse.

Cat and Claire practice their telekinetic
abilities with a game of chess while Lawrence quietly coaches them
on how to improve their fine motor skills. Austin exercises his
gift by randomly levitating people from their seats, until most of
us get tired of it and secure our seatbelts across our laps. Second
to Cat’s ability to influence color screenings and thoughts,
telekinesis is by far one of the most valuable skills, and we all
take turns working with Lawrence to try and develop our own.
Alisha, Liz, Brandon and Natalie show promising potential, making
gross movements with very small light objects, but me—nothing. I
can’t even elicit a twinge of movement from the strand of hair
donated from Cat’s head and my failure to succeed stirs up a
mixture of foreign emotions.

“Ronan, you’re using sight again to guide
the energy, try feeling for it instead,” Lawrence suggests,
perceiving my growing frustration.

“How the hell am I supposed to feel the
energy off a strand of hair?” I mumble, ignoring his advice. He
observes me for a few minutes longer, then asks Bernie for a
blindfold. Placing several more small objects on the table, he then
secures one of Bernie’s silk scarves around my eyes until all light
is blocked out.

“I want you to feel the energy,” he says
slowly. “Remember what I’ve told you—you’re substantially stronger
with detecting energy fields through sensory receptors, especially
those in your hands, so stop relying on sight so much, and allow
your natural abilities to take over.” He guides my hand over the
table, moving it over each item, stopping long enough for me to
detect the vibrational frequencies of everything there. Having the
ability to remote travel gives me the option of cheating, and just
as I consider using it, my fingers begin to tingle, becoming
increasingly sensitive to the subtle differences in energy
fields.

“Now, when you’re ready Ronan, focus all
your attention on one particular item and use your hand in place of
your eyes to move the object,” he says in a mesmerizingly soft
voice that doesn’t affect my concentration. I choose the object
with the highest vibrational rate and cup my hand above it, as the
sensation becomes more concentrated in my palm, almost like a beam
of heat. “Pull the energy of the item towards you—like a magnet,”
he continues to coach. Seconds later, I have a hairbrush in my hand
and everyone around me lets out a sigh of relief. “With enough
practice, it will become second nature,” Lawrence assures me. I
refrain from reminding him that practice takes time—something we’re
in short supply of as Zane begins the descent into Colorado
Springs.

“If you’re looking for a car rental, I’m
sold out,” Lakeisha, the customer service agent at Colorado Springs
Municipal Airport says, in a flat, monotone voice, glancing up
briefly as we approach the counter. She’s a fortyish year old woman
with a color screening of mostly blue highlighted with a few orange
flecks, and her temperament with the couple ahead of us has already
prepared us for anything but a customer service oriented
experience.

“Actually we’re looking for two rental
cars,” Ronan says, causing her mood to darken even further. Zane
and Brandon had assured us that it was common airport practice to
always keep a few rental cars on reserve to meet the needs of the
more distinguished influential travelers and now it was up to us to
convince Lakeisha that we meet the criteria.

“Is that meant to be funny,” she retorts now
giving us a closer look-over, and seemingly satisfied with her
first impression, goes back to inputting data in her computer,
essentially telling us we’ve failed to impress her. Ronan and I
volunteered to get the rental cars while the others dispersed in
different directions searching for any information about Zane’s
father. Of course Claire insisted on coming with us, clinging to
each of our hands, and I can’t help but wonder if part of
Lakeisha’s disrespect is because she views us as young parents, a
stereotype that's in contradiction to that of an influential upper
class couple. If so, she’s in for a surprise, when it comes to
dealing with Ronan, who oozes self-confidence, and in the next
minute portrays himself entirely differently than what she has
anticipated.

“Do you hear me laughing?” he asks, raising
a questioning eyebrow. “I know for a fact that you have a total of
eight cars available for rent, three sedans, two minivans, a
Lincoln Continental that’s being detailed as we speak, and two
SUV’s,” he announces in a quietly confident voice as he towers over
the counter toward her, his jaw clenched and his golden eyes
narrowing, instantly exuding the demeanor of an intimidating big
shot. She falters and he uses her moment of hesitation to unravel
her further.

“Lakeisha, if there’s one thing I can’t
tolerate, it’s being lied to—why don’t you call for a manager.” He
continues to pressure her in such a way that my mental cajolery
isn’t really needed to tilt the hand of power in our favor.

“Well, let me look one more time, people
turn their rentals in all hours of the day,” she says nervously, a
look of dread flashing in her eyes as she frantically attempts to
backpedal out of the situation.

“
Some people would interpret your
behavior as browbeating, and you and I both know that you can do so
much better than that,”
Lawrence silently says interrupting us
with a mental scolding, and we turn to find him and Bernie standing
behind us. I know what he’s implying and feel ashamed that I don’t
want to put forth the effort to influence the color screening of
Lakeisha. She is after all just a blue collar worker who doesn’t
have enough clout to really have an impact on anyone else, and
besides—Ronan’s giving her exactly what she deserves.

“
You have the gift Cataryn—take the
opportunity with everyone regardless of their social standing,”
he says as if reading my thoughts. Reluctantly I reach across the
counter and place my hand on her arm surprising her as I invade her
personal space.

“My brother’s in trouble and we have to find
him,” I plead keeping it honest, and watching in surprise as her
aura unexpectedly changes to a light yellow with a single touch.
Even Claire whispers “Whoa,” in astonishment. Jumping from a low
vibratory rate to a much higher vibrational frequency all at once
must have a profound effect on Lakeisha because she suddenly
becomes teary eyed as she looks at us with bewilderment.

“What are you?” she whispers, looking at us
as if seeing something supernatural. I’m at a loss as to how to
answer her question, and thankfully Lawrence interjects preventing
me from royally flubbing it up.

“You’ve been given a glimpse of what the
human race is truly meant to be, and if you choose to harness the
energy forces of peace, love and harmony in everything that you
think, speak, and do, you will continue on a path to permanent
enlightenment. If however, you choose to surrender to your previous
patterns of thought and actions—the doorway will be closed,” he
says, offering a message that contains inspiration and
forewarning.

***

“Lawrence, what just happened?” I ask as
we’re walking away carrying two sets of rental car keys. “It took
Zane so much longer to raise his base vibrational frequency, and
she lit up like a Christmas tree with just one touch.”

“That’s because Zane’s brain consists of
sludge.” Ronan quips, not missing the opportunity to get a dig in,
and smiling at his own comment as he lifts Claire onto his
shoulders. She stands and steps like a ballerina on the palm of his
hand, which he then raises high above his head, giving her a
thirteen foot aerial view. People stop and stare at the two as she
poses like a statue, some murmuring their disapproval at his
reckless behavior, others smile in awe and I have to remind myself
that for her, such maneuvers are no more complicated or dangerous
than walking or running.

“Cat you weren’t acting alone—you had help
from Ronan and Claire. She was holding your hand and Ronan was
holding hers. Their direct contact with you tripled the amount of
energy being passed to Lakeisha. You opened a doorway giving her
access to the pure universal energy source. Do you see now the
impact you and the others can have on changing the world by
introducing them to the spiritual realm of our universe?”

“Wait a minute—are you saying that by simply
touching that woman, these kids initiated some spiritual awakening
in her?” Bernie balks, grabbing Lawrence by the arm. Ronan filled
me in about their past history that included a break up over
theological differences, and I hold my breath now wondering how
he’ll respond to her noticeable disapproval. He smiles and she
continues to go off on him. “Come on Larry, I am not going to stand
by and let you exploit these kids as some sort of false prophets.
Science used to explain energy is one thing, but don’t you make a
mockery of religion by bringing spirituality into this,” she says,
pointing a warning finger at him. It’s easy to see why their
relationship ended thirty years ago given the emotional debate
their different views cause.