Designed with a Destiny (29 page)

“Here’s your gun. We understand if you don’t
want to help us and you can go now if you choose,” she says,
throwing us all off guard with her extreme demonstration of
pacifism. She holds a hand up to stop me when I reach to take it
away from him.

“They want us dead not because they fear
what we can do, but to keep us from showing you the truth.” He
doesn’t move when she places a bloody hand over his, and with
predictability his color screening rises. She looks at me with a
pair of large brown doe-eyes, and I give in, sliding my hand in
hers to donate to the cause. It’s a pattern that’s starting to
repeat itself routinely, yet I’m no closer to feeling warm and
fuzzy in helping our enemies become enlightened than I was to begin
with. I do it only for her.

***

“
We’re here,”
Alisha finally contacts
me, and I look out the window of the chopper to see a white van
pull up. Everyone but the Williams will be boarding, so I pull Cat
next to me to make room. She lays her head across my lap still too
weak to sit up straight, and I reach in the overhead bin above me
to pull out a wool blanket, draping it over her cold body. Chord
releases the back door hatch and Claire is the first one there,
launching herself in his arms with such force she almost knocks him
backwards. It’s a feel-good moment for everyone as we watch their
emotional reunion.

“Claire I swear you’re a foot taller,” Chord
shakes his head in amazement, fighting back tears. Shit, the kid
changes almost daily—I can’t imagine how different she must look to
him after a year’s absence. Alisha and Jason, hastily introduce
themselves then immediately climb past them to check on Cat. Jason
methodically removes the layers of blood saturated clothing to
check the wound on Cat’s neck, while Alisha combs through cabinets
and bins looking for medical supplies.

“The bleeding has stopped but her pulse is
fast and weak. We need to get some IV fluids in her at the very
least,” Jason murmurs.

“Medical supplies are under the bench behind
the co-pilot’s seat,” the pilot says, proving his desire to help,
after nothing more than a heart to heart discussion with Cat. She
promised to show him enlightenment, then did—it changed his
perspective profoundly. So far he hasn’t threatened us with the
loaded gun now back in his possession. “I can land on the field
next to the tie-down lot, but I’m going to warn you that there’s a
massive manhunt to find you. Don’t be surprised if that airfield
isn’t crawling with military and Feds,” he tells us. Of course he
has no idea that I’ve already remotely traveled to the area, and
know that the control tower has been advised to deny clearance for
take-off of the corporate jet, n-number F6911M, that we flew in on.
Fortunately for us, they’re not anticipating us getting directly on
the airfield without passing through airport security, so they’ve
concentrated most of their personnel inside the airport. I figure
with some temporary scrambling of the control tower’s radar, we’ll
have time to get the jet airborne. With everyone on board the
helicopter, I call a conference and quickly go over the plan with
them. I can’t promise Cat that in the course of using telekinetic
force that someone won’t get hurt or killed but I do my best to
come up with a plan that minimizes the danger as much as possible.
I love my wife and want to honor whatever convictions she has, but
this is all about survival and if it comes down to us or them—for
sure it’s going to be them.

***

As soon as the helicopter lands on the
airfield, we send Zane, Austin, and Natalie to pre-flight not the
jet we flew in on, but a slightly larger one sitting a few rows
behind it. It was Zane’s idea to steal a different plane
altogether, eliminating any potential for them tracking us, and I
have to admit it’s a good one. Once Natalie gives us the okay, I
scoop Cat in my arms and the rest of us make a run for it, climbing
aboard the corporate jet without incident. It’s just as easy to
start the engine without keys as it was to unlock the doors using
energy, and fifteen minutes later, Zane taxis onto the active
runway with clearance from unsuspecting air traffic controllers to
take off from the airport.

The twenty-passenger executive jet has
plenty of room for all of us. With a sofa in the back—next to a
lavatory, and a fully stocked kitchen galley in the front, I think
we’ve hit the jackpot. Jason managed to get an IV started on Cat,
and now that she’s had almost a liter of fluid, she can sit up
without feeling dizzy.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Starved. Is there anything to eat?” she
replies.

“Homemade soup out of a can?” She nods and I
head to the front to scrounge something up, returning to find her
already sound asleep. I sit down on the floor next to the couch and
study her face, taking note of her noticeably pale skin, and dark
hair matted with blood, experiencing a moment of pure contempt for
the man who tried to kill her. The only redeeming factor is that
he’s dead—thanks to Natalie—and she’s still alive. I’ve already
made up my mind that once the rest of our families are home safe,
she and I are going away. No more Designer missions—no more run-ins
with crazy government fanatics wanting us dead. I’ve come too close
to losing her too many times and I’m pulling her away from this
mess—moving her to somewhere safe where we can start a normal
life—if there is such a thing for Designers.

***

The Las Cascadas Ranch just outside of
Mexico City, Mexico is owned by an acquaintance of Dr. Williams. It
functions as a guest dude ranch and is booked solid nine months out
of the year. Lucky for us, February is one of their quietest months
and only three of the thirty rooms are currently occupied, giving
us enough space to spread out. Cat is still asleep and I’m content
with not getting up, even though it’s almost ten o’clock in the
morning. We didn’t get in until well past midnight and then it took
us a half hour in the shower to get the blood washed out of her
hair. I’m just enjoying lying in bed with her in my arms—naked,
warm, and soft. It feels therapeutic. Eventually, she stirs—letting
me know she’s awake by deliberately sliding her hand across my
chest, then slowly down my abdomen—going lower until she meets with
my morning glory, and the corner of her mouth turns up in a
smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Callahan,” she softly
giggles, as I respond to her touch.

“Alisha said you should take it easy—maybe
we shouldn’t just yet,” I say half-heartedly, as my hands do the
exact opposite and pull her closer. “Yeah—whatever,” she murmurs,
ignoring the suggestion, and moving her body on top of mine, slowly
sliding down until we each find our home base, then take our sweet
time in scoring a home run.

***

All of the rooms at the Las Cascadas Ranch
make a U-shape, facing an inner court yard that’s furnished for
guests to relax in—so it’s impossible to come and go undetected by
anyone sitting there. The minute Cat and I open the door to our
room, the group waiting on us begins cheering and clapping—making
her blush and me laugh.

“Don’t try and tell us you were sleeping in
there the whole time,” Austin yells, and everyone else chuckles.
Cat responds by faking a yawn and stretch—insinuating that she just
woke up, as she winks and smiles. Alisha hands us both a cup of
coffee, and motions for us to take a seat on the two empty yoga
mats set up for us next to Lawrence. She patiently scans the small
crowd until a hush falls on the group and all eyes are fixed on
her.

“First of all, I’d like to formally welcome
Chord McCullough to the group and an additional Designer that we
weren’t expecting—Kennedy Malcom. That makes a total of nine
Designers with varying degrees of abilities. As you all know—my
biggest concern is getting the rest of our family members home
safely, however I think it’s prudent to take a few days to work on
getting our skill levels up before we embark on this rescue
mission. Does everyone agree?” Unanimous nods. Cat told me about
her near-death experience, asking me to not say anything about her
parents until she and Chord had a chance to talk privately to
Claire. She indicated that there was more to the story but wanted
to tell everyone together, so I’m not surprised when she speaks up
now.

“I have something to share with everyone,”
she says, getting up to stand by Alisha. “Yesterday in Colorado, I
had an event that I believe to be a near-death experience. I was
separated from my physical body in spirit and was in the presence
of what I can only describe as a Supreme Power. Certain things were
communicated to me that I think you should know about.” She pauses
long enough to clear her throat and take a deep breath.
“Harringtons are the least of our worries when it comes to the
people who are after us. They’re nothing more than a powerful crime
mob and they actually want us alive so that they can use our skills
for their own greedy purposes.” Her dark eyes are serious as she
scans the group, eventually settling on Lawrence. “The group that
wants to destroy us is much more powerful and global.”

“Who is it, and why?” Alisha gestures for
her to get to the point.

“Basically we’re an example of what the
human race is evolving to become and there’s a world-wide effort by
religious groups to make sure that doesn’t happen,” she blurts
out.

“Yes—tell us why Cataryn,” Lawrence says in
a breathy voice while the rest of us sit in silence.

“Most religions have been distorted by
powerful elite leaders for the purpose of controlling the masses
through fear and deception. These are the same people who are in
government. They don’t want the rest of humanity to develop the
ability to color screen and use energy because it’s the first step
to understanding the truth about spiritual enlightenment and human
potential.” She begins pacing, rubbing her forehead. I find myself
leaning forward in anticipation of what she must be about to
reveal.

“The world is on the verge of a massive
shift in consciousness, which will bring about a Golden Age. Once
this happens, it will eliminate the need for both—religion and
government.” Alisha brings her fingers to her lips and stifles a
giggle.

“You’re kidding right?” she asks, her sky
blue eyes widening when Cat shakes her head no.

“What Lawrence omitted from telling us is
that the higher dimension of consciousness that he genetically
engineered into us, is spiritual in nature, and I got to see how it
all worked,” she says, her voice full of awe. “When I was gone from
my physical body—I was in an infinite ocean of energy, which I knew
to be God or the source from which we were all created. I looked
down and saw billions of streams of energy moving toward and away
from me all at once. The lighter colored energies were moving
towards the ocean while the darker blue and grays were moving away,
or staying close to the earth’s surface. It was conveyed to me that
these were all the living souls and that those moving up were
people simply practicing unconditional, forgiving love, not
necessarily the ones who belonged to any particular religious
organization. The powerful religious and government elite have
known this supreme truth about the nature of energy for eons, yet
they have purposefully tried to mislead people into believing that
such doctrine is somehow evil—just as a way to keep them
disempowered. They want followers to focus on their religious
practices and beliefs to create division and disharmony—even war.
It’s the manner in which they have always controlled the masses—and
still do.” She laughs and shrugs her shoulders. “The greatest
hidden truth is a brilliant, self-correcting universal law that has
to do with thoughts and actions—nothing more. Those thoughts that
are consistent with unconditional love, peace, and harmony
automatically give a person a higher vibrational frequency, and
it’s the higher vibrational frequency that moves us towards that
energy source. The closer we are to the energy source—the more
powerful we become at manifesting our future.” If it weren’t for
Lawrence nodding his head in agreement, I’d be concerned about
Cat’s psychiatric state given the conspiracy theory she’s just
announced to the group.

“Wait—this isn’t some evil cult is it?”
Kennedy asks, suddenly looking around very uneasy. Lawrence laughs
out loud.

“On the contrary, Kennedy—this is science
based evidence that explains our true spiritual nature. Religious
cults are recognized by their theology which will always include a
component of controlling people through fear—basically any religion
that preaches hell and salvation. The natural laws of the universe
gives control back to the people—making them accountable for moving
toward or away from their source of power.” Lawrence says, drawing
a clear distinction between the two.

“And the laws of vibration and energy apply
to all of us as much as anyone else. If we respond to those we
perceive as enemies with violence, anger, or resentment, then we
will move away—no matter how noble we think we are,” Cat adds.
“Also, I need to warn you that unless we make an impact on the
areas that have the lowest vibrational frequency—which are the most
violent places on earth—we’ll fail to succeed in Lawrence’s
mission,” she says, meeting my gaze.

“Are you talking about the Middle East?”
Bernie asks the question that popped into my mind, too. Cat slowly
nods and my heart plummets to my feet.

“You and Claire are not going anywhere near
that region!” I jump to my feet with a finger pointed at her,
making it clear just how opposed I am.

“And for the record, Alisha’s not going
either,” Jason pipes in.

“I have an idea—let’s send all the Designer
men in to do battle and leave the women here for me to take care
of?” Zane suggests in his sarcastic British voice that makes me
want to punch something. He winks at me and whispers, “I’d take
good care of her, Callahan,” then seeing my color screening change,
proceeds to mock me further by making disapprovingly clucking
sounds with his tongue, and reminding me that violence and
resentment would kill my “energy stuff.” The guy has a genuine gift
for knowing just which buttons to push and it takes everything in
me to ignore him.