Chapter 2

From her earliest memory as a toddler, Avlyn always had the ability to read a person’s heart truth by the white light that emanated from them. Sitting on a blanket in the middle of the kitchen floor, she remembered watching her mother busily washing the dishes. She was fascinated with the flurry created from the millions of the tiny points of light that glowed from her mother as she moved her body about.

No colors or designs, just variations of brightness that shone from the core of a person in a constant blizzard of light in motion. It was simply how she saw people. At that age, she had no reason to question it. It was just what she saw and knew as real.

As she grew, she became aware of what the differences in light meant in people. She noticed the more goodness or love a person exhibited, the faster the flurry and the brighter their light appeared.

As a young adult, Avlyn learned that Quantum Physics proved that all matter—seemingly solid or not—was just energy in constant motion vibrating at different frequencies.

Her parents were good people with a warm glow of light who did their best to raise her with love and appreciation for all life—but they never understood what Avlyn tried to tell them. Or, what she claimed she saw.

It wasn’t until she could communicate more clearly that Avlyn learned it was not “normal” to see people the way she did.

Being an only child, her parents absolutely cherished her. Although they were intelligent people, they could no more understand their child’s ramblings than they understood the deeper workings of the universe. These lights she described and the things she said she could do with water sounded like worked-up stories beyond any child’s imagination—they could not comprehend where these wild stories originated.

When water acted in unusual ways in Avlyn’s presence, it was so far beyond their concepts of reality—they denied what they saw and did their best to ignore it completely.

Avlyn noticed that her peculiar vision disturbed her parents, but she just could not believe there was anything wrong with her. To her, the “strange things” she saw just felt as natural and real as the spring breeze or the warmth of the sun. She felt that if her parents could experience what she did and saw what she saw, maybe they could understand.

Many times, she tried to explain to her parents how the woman at the grocery store who smiled so wide–really had a very sad heart.

Her kindergarten teacher glowed brightly and Avlyn really liked her and at school, even though they told no one—the principal and the 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Plankett—were in love. Whenever they were near each other on guard duty at the playground, they both shot light in a million directions, entangling the other’s light with their own. This light always dimmed and retracted when they parted after recess was over.

Eagerly telling her mother all she saw—as if she might see if she only looked harder—mother would just smile warmly and kiss her forehead as she said, “what a wonderful imagination you have!”

Whenever she spoke aloud in public about what she saw, her father gave her a half smile and a pat on the head as he said, “Okay honey, okay.” She could tell he hoped she would stop saying such things, especially when they were around people crowding an exhibit at the county fair.

Country folk did not take kindly to strangeness.

She pleaded with her parents to believe her when they hired a new man to help on their small Sacramento Valley farm. He had little to no glow coming from him. She knew he was not a good man at all. He made her skin crawl and she felt a deep chill whenever he was near.

Weeks passed and every day before school, she pleaded with her mom to find someone else to help on the farm. She told her mother the man was very bad and begged her to let him go. But it was a small town and good help was hard to find. Besides, what kind of parents would they be if they took the wild imaginative ramblings of a young grade school child too seriously?

Dragging her steps on the way to school, Avlyn reluctantly walked several miles through olive tree orchards, deathly afraid for her parents.

Coming home one spring afternoon, off in the distance, she saw both her parents sitting arm in arm together on their porch swing, heads oddly resting together.

Finding this a strange occurrence in the middle of the day when there was always so much work to be done—she suddenly noticed the odd stillness of the swing.

Avlyn dropped her schoolbooks and ran toward the house. Before she was close enough to see their slack faces, the complete lack of any light shining from them—struck her like a sharp daggar. In that moment, she went completely blank, her legs gave way and her limp body crumpled on the lawn just a stone’s throw from the house.

A few days later she regained consciousness at the local hospital, as a solemn officer with an average glow explained what she already knew.

Her parents were dead.

Sparing a six year old the grisly details, the man explained in closely guarded, but pained tones.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. The farmhand who worked for your parents was a deeply troubled man. He killed your parents.”

He choked on the words as he continued looking the young girl in her soft blank face. “They were strangled and propped on the swing like that. It was a cruel twist of fate that you would be the one to find them. He-… he cleaned out all their money and stole everything of any value from your home.”

The Chief of Police shifted his weight to prepare himself for the rest.

“There was not enough money in the bank to pay off the house and land, so the bank will be taking back the farm to pay off the debt.”

The man delivered the final blow.

“Having no known living relatives, Miss Avlyn Shaylee, you are now a ward of the state.” The Chief nodded curtly and left the room.

Avlyn went numb and heard the slow squeak of a rusty swing that turned to a ringing in her ears.

Her life, for the next few months, was a blur as she shuffled from ward to ward, feeling completely lost. Without the buffer of a family who loved her, she began to realize her differences from the other children, and the loneliness was crushing.

Never popular in her old school to begin with, she didn’t think much of it since she always had her parents to listen to her. Even if they didn’t understand all she told them, their complete love and acceptance had always comforted and protected her.

Because she knew it disturbed her parents, she had refrained from much experimenting with her “gifts,” but now that she felt alone in the world, her gifts were comforting old friends and gave her solace.

Although she was an attractive girl, the way she looked straight into a person’s soul was unsettling to possible adoptive parents. Eager couples would meet with her, but once they saw the unwavering steady look in her eyes, they usually found some excuse as to why it wouldn’t work.

Avlyn overheard one pinch-faced and dimly glowing woman say to another, just after another meeting with potential parents had gone awry.“She always separates herself from the other girls—it’s just odd. A sure a sign of future trouble. . .”

Who wanted new parents anyway?

Avlyn spent her youth moving between wards and foster homes, observing people’s various lights as they passed through her life. Water was her constant companion, for water alone was the only thing that truly listened to her.

She knew a secret that others did not: water would listen to anyone if they too, gave focus and real attention. 

22 Responses to “Flashpoint : Chapter I – 3”

  1. Rachele

    Just finished reading the first chapter and can’t wait for more…Love what I’ve read so far.
    Great job;)

    Love & Light,



    JAMIE, Truly Amazing, from start to end had my attention, definately a winner. I am sure to be one of your biggest fan of flashpoint, right up my alley, I absolutely love sci-fi and I am looking forward to this metaphysical experience to enrich my journey on the path. Peace, Light and Love to you and your family.

    Know that you are guided and keep the faith, they are taking you further. I am hooked.

  3. Andy

    Jamie (my newest friend)
    I lost our correspondence on FB but managed to find your site. As an avid reader of sci-fi n fantasy and other books of many sorts for the last 55+ years I feel fully qualified to critique your extract above. if this is representative of the rest of flashpoint as I am sure it is, then you are goin to have a runaway success on your hands when it is published. You grabbed my attention immediately and held it throughout. Providing the quality remains throughout I predict it will win prizes and go into reprint as soon as the news of the great new writer breaks. I do not say this to flatter you it is my honest and straightforward impression. If i had read this browsing in a bookshop I would not leave without buying a copy! If I happened to have no money I would beg them to reserve me a copy and rush to the nearest ATM. Make sure it hits the British Market immediately as well _ I will be very displeased If I have to wait months for it to make it over here! Start the next one now, Your publisher will be demanding it before you can catch your breath! Loves ya Girl Way to go Andy F

  4. Sheryl Schlameuss Berger

    This exciting and skillfully-written tapestry seamlessly weaves both science fiction and old-fashioned intrigue, in a new genre that might aptly be termed “quantum phyction”! Flashpoint draws one in from the very first encounter between Dr. Owen Lancaster and the beguiling, mysterious, and unusually-talented Avlyn Shaylee, whom he has hired to track down the powerful and mystical “Perfect Lady” diamond that has been stolen from his collection, allegedly by the terrorist group known as Sutra…

    And all this in just the first chapter!

    Thanks Jamie, for a work that is sure to captivate today’s modern and savvy science fiction enthusiast.

  5. Paul Crabbe

    Jamie ,
    This is a pure work of art ,written wisely as fiction it touches many areas that are on the fringe in the real world. I love the way the story is built each character has value and a past.
    The descriptions are not over the top nor lacking. Taking a narrators journey through the story
    is a very clever means to draw the read into the story as a observer.

    Top marks the first chapter -is very tasty bait! can’t wait for the desserts .


  6. Paul Crabbe

    Jamie ,
    …I know you see Dan [Brown] as having opened doors as many other visionary writers have , David Icke for one has drawn us to realities that we barely saw under our very noses.

    Your book, I feel could, I believe, stand alone among those books as a book that does what it sets out to do -take the reader on a journey of self discovery through a well crafted story.

  7. Scotty Shoemaker

    MORE MORE!!! What happens next? Looking forward to reading the rest of the book!!! This will bring you great success !!! You really started this off with a bang!

  8. admin

    Thank You so much!!! Your comments are of great support to me :)
    Love J

  9. Mike Singeisen

    Dear Jamie,
    Even english is not my mother language, I usually don’t take the time to read “story’s”, intuition telling me different, I read your first chapter…
    I like it a lot! I even found a message for myself in there already. I saw myself in all your characters, which is unusal. I wanted to read more that is for sure. I hope your book is done soon…


  10. Pam Prince

    Hi Jamie,
    Fantastic!! I love your style of writing and this first chapter has definitely grabbed me and now I am wanting more! I absolutely believe you are going to be very successful with this book. As I was reading I could visualize in my mind how this would make a great movie as well!!
    I can’t wait for it to be published! I wish you much success! Keep putting your energy toward the manifestation of it and the universe has to comply!

    Love and Light

  11. KB


    The world needs your book! I can’t wait to turn the page to chapter two!
    You are so talented!


  12. Sara Morgan

    You got me hooked! I agree with all the other comments & can’t wait to read the rest! Just think: I know somebody who’s going to be famous soon–YOU!!!! Love, Sara

  13. Lesa

    Thank you Jamie! I really enjoyed the read and was bummed when the “next page” link wasn’t there to click! :) Congratulations! Looking forward to more. :) Lesa**

  14. Dan Allen

    Avlyn..I mean Jamie, how are you doing? I read through the first chapter of the book – Awesome!!!! I totally connected with the space you created, the context and you took me by surprise with the water, but I am familiar with Emoto. I’m impressed, Jamie! Very much so. Again, Jamie…well done!!!! Dan Allen

  15. admin

    Thank you very much :) I hope you both continue to enjoy :)

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