Chapter 3

Water Avlyn had seen greater lights than those Owen Lancaster displayed, but he had a formidable shine.

Much brighter than most really, she thought. She felt instantly confident he was worthy of her time and energy.

His photo on the cover of TIME Magazine, citing him as “Man of the Year,” hung framed behind his desk. Avlyn remembered the article well. He was a man that did his best to give back to the world and took great care in staying in harmony with the environment, no matter the cost.

Not everyone who had great publicity had a matching inner glow—though Avlyn deemed Mr. Lancaster one of the few billionaires in the world who truly deserved such success.

She could see by the look on his face that it was going to take much more than just a look at her for Mr. Lancaster to decide if she was worthy.

Looking at Lancaster’s poised assistant, standing between them with his back to the window; she assessed him quickly, and gave him a small nod of recognition.

Avlyn had learned over the years that a rare number of people had a more distinctive glow and a slightly distinguishable pattern to the movement of their light that meant something distinctive. This man was not that different from her. She had felt so alone as a child with her unique view of the world, but as she grew older she eventually came across other people that not only understood her visions, but also had a few of their own ‘unusual’ skills and views.

They were few and far between, but meeting others like her was like greeting a secret friend. Especially when she felt so alone surrounded by people who could not really see her as she truly was. Friends who knew and loved her completely with a deep understanding of the whole of her—she immediately recognized, even though they may have only first met in this life and in these bodies.

Avlyn noticed over the years that with every generation, more souls like her were showing up on the Earth. As an adult, she was delighted to see many children who recognized her as she passed them in the world, sparkling brilliantly as she smiled at them, confirming they recognized each other—as they truly were.

It was so rare for these children to experience an adult who could recognize them by their light!

Simon nodded back to Avlyn with a subtle knowing smile and turned to Owen saying, “Sir, may I introduce Ms. Avlyn Shaylee.”

Owen was caught off–guard, an unusual feeling for him. Already astonished at the concept of a single woman tackling such an unfathomable challenge as the Sutra; but to see such a woman stand before him—stunningly beautiful—was far beyond his expectations.

She was a small-framed woman with curving proportions that spoke of both athleticism and a softness that was. . . deeply inviting. She wore a light soft crème jacket with matching pants and a light peach t-shirt that alluringly displayed her slender shape without any blatant advertising.

He thought it was just the light color of her clothes or the reflection from neighboring skyscrapers, but she appeared to glow, she was. . . luminescent. Her long honey-blond hair, loosely braided, framed a knowing and confident porcelain face bejeweled by sea-foam green eyes that. . . looked at him with such intensity, he almost had to look away.

In all his years as a powerful businessman, no one had ever caused him to break eye contact first. He’d be damned if he’d break it now.

“Hello Ms. Shaylee,” he said with a nod.

Avlyn nodded silently in return as she continued her unsettling gaze.

“My assistant tells me you have some skills that might prove to be invaluable in the recovery of my diamond.” He paused, choosing his words respectfully. “I’ll admit I am in doubt that a solitary woman could have much success against the stacked odds the Sutra present, but Simon tells me you are worth my every consideration. As he has been invaluable to me on countless occasions, I have no reason to doubt him.”

He eyed her again, doubtfully measuring her small frame before continuing. “I will however, reserve judgment until I have seen these skills with my own eyes.” Owen sat back in his chair before continuing.

“You see, Ms. Shaylee, I do not wish to needlessly put your life in danger, no matter how much I trust Simon. Introductions aside, let’s get to business.”

Ominously, he continued, “It is our belief that the Sutra have a plan for this diamond. The Perfect Lady, being the largest and most precision-cut diamond in the world, has unique properties that could possibly endanger the lives of millions, perhaps threatening the world’s entire population. So this recovery mission is not merely for my own personal benefit . . . we believe the continued existence of mankind could depend on it.”

“Understood,” Avlyn said simply, calmly.

It was the first word Owen heard from her lips. Her voice was so calm and. . . melodic. The three syllables so simply spoken, strummed a gentle chord that vibrated through his entire body.

If he had not spent so many hours of his life practicing the art of Tai Chi and focusing on presence in his body, he may not have noticed the feeling. Perhaps he would have thought it was a slight draft from the air vents. He knew this was very different; it went deeper. As it was, he knew this woman was much more than a beguiling beauty.

Avlyn well knew the subtle effects she caused in Owen. She raised her chin slightly.

“Shall we begin?”

“By all means madam, please.” Owen reached for his glass of water. As he sat back in his chair he prepared for a show.

This ought to be good; he thought as raised his glass to his lips, never taking his eyes from Avlyn’s face.

As he took a drink of the clear liquid, his eyes bulged at the unexpected incredible heat in his mouth. He suddenly leapt from his chair, spraying what he thought was simply water, out in a huge burst of blue flame that spanned the desk—dissipating just before it reached Avlyn.

Avlyn didn’t flinch a muscle.

If he had not felt the extreme heat himself, he never would have believed it had happened. In complete shock, he looked from Avlyn’s calm demeanor to Simon who looked mildly amused back to Avlyn again.

Flustered and angry, Owen stood and demanded to the woman before him “what was that liquid you replaced my water with?”

He quickly ran through all the possibilities in his mind. From his college days, he grew to know the taste of 180 proof alcohol—very well. This was certainly nothing like that. It bore no similarities to any gasoline, kerosene or any other flammable liquid he’d ever encountered.

In fact, it bore no flavor at all.

Then his awareness quickly noted; there was no flame or spark present to ignite any of these liquids.

The confusion was maddening!

Furthermore, he had asked his secretary to bring this crystal glass and pitcher of water into his office earlier this morning. Not only had he been drinking from it, he had not left his office once in the several hours since. The glass contained pure water just minutes before and there had been no opportunity for Avlyn to switch or add anything to it.

She had never been closer to him than 15 feet.

“I did not replace your water with anything Mr Lancaster,” she said in a calm steady voice. “I merely—altered it, harmlessly, of course.”

“You what?” Owen asked.

Simon spoke up “Ms. Shaylee, if I may?”

Avlyn nodded knowing he understood.

“Sir, it has been scientifically proven that when water is exposed to focused energy, it takes on some of the properties of that energy in a clearly measurable way. In fact, its molecular structure can also be altered. Dr. Masaru Emoto was the first to photograph and document crystals from water exposed to various energies, and as a result showed discernible qualities resembling the frequency to which it was exposed.

“Ms Shaylee has the ability to actually change the molecular structure of water into some property of her choosing by the focused intention of her mind.”

Glaring pointedly at Avlyn, Owen spoke with clear skepticism.

“Simon are you telling me that Ms. Shaylee turned my water into some combustible liquid using only the power of her mind?”

The idea was beyond any reason known to Owen.

He much preferred the thought she’d switched the water.

“Take another drink of your water,” suggested Avlyn in a firm, calm voice.

Owen narrowed his eyes and looked down at the glass on his desk. Hesitantly, he lifted the glass and examined it closely.

It certainly looked like plain water.

He sniffed.

It smelled like nothing more than water.

With a moment’s hesitation—locking eyes with Avlyn—he brought the glass to his lips and sipped. Nothing but the taste of pure clean drinking water filled his mouth.

Owen’s face dropped.

He looked first at the glass, then Avlyn, with amazement, and swallowed.

This cannot be possible, he thought as the cool water slid down his throat.

He sat heavily and stared in wonder at Avlyn, trying to comprehend what his every sense had just experienced.

Avlyn kept her gaze locked on Owen.

As he glanced out the window, he suddenly felt very tired and—though he was in professional company—he felt completely at peace in shifting back in his seat to get more comfortable. He felt warmth spreading throughout his body and a feeling of being wrapped in a soft feather comforter and held with loving arms.

Happy memories drifted through his mind of his mother stroking his hair as a small child as she held him in her arms rocking him gently to sleep.

A deep inner peace and love arose in him that he’d experienced before in varying degrees; like when he knew he’d met the woman he was going to marry and love the rest of his life; the incredible overwhelming love and joy when he’d held his first child and the next two that followed over the years.

His mind blissfully floated to the day when he gave his first daughter away to be married . . . then a few years later when he held his first grandchild . . .

The difference now was it felt as if he were experiencing it all at once and it was all encompassing. He felt light as air and so at peace he closed his eyes to savor the sensation.

His mind drifted effortlessly from exquisitely joyous moment to joyous moment.

Breaking through his blissful state, he heard Simon clear his throat.

Owen took little notice, not wanting to be disturbed while languishing in such delightful, divine joy.

“Sir?”

Suddenly Owen was fully aware he was leaning back in his chair, his feet on his desk, his hands resting comfortably on his chest.

He felt vibrantly alive and every cell in his being felt energized—like there was nothing he could not do; no problem he could not overcome; no mountain he could not move.

Astonished at his own relaxed posture and apparent vulnerability, he sat up quickly. Regaining his composure and his poise, Owen looked Avlyn straight in the eyes.

Avlyn looked back with a knowing smile.

Owen was hit with the realization—she had done this to him.

Somehow, she had taken over his very senses.

His face went white, as it lost all expression.

How could she have done this? He was no weak man! Never a pushover to anyone—and yet he was complete putty to this woman’s whims. She didn’t manipulate with tones or insinuations, batt an eyelash or barely move a muscle.

Completely at a loss for any words, he linked his fingers together and said with complete surrender:

“You have my full attention, Ms. Shaylee.”

“Thank you.” Avlyn smiled broadly with a slight nod.

Fifteen minutes later, Avlyn opened the double doors from Mr. Lancaster’s office, releasing a cloud of steam and smoke as she strode smoothly past the shocked secretary.

The elevator doors at the end of the hall swished opened just as she approached and she never broke stride as she stepped between them.

She turned, leaned against the rail and looked back at Owen and Simon—still watching her through the open doors of the steaming, smoky room.

She had to admit, it always pleased her to leave men in such a state of shock.

She smiled slyly, feeling a deep satisfaction as her eyebrow raised.

Owen was completely baffled.

The marvels he’d just experienced, he never would have believed it.

He barely believed it now.

As he watched the elevator doors close, Ms. Shaylee behind them, he spoke to Simon, “I don’t think the Sutra know what they’re in for.” He contemplated a bit and then said:

“She is worth every penny of the $5 million I am paying her—yet I’m still concerned for her as if she were my own daughter . . . this world needs her.”

Simon looked from the elevator to his boss and friend.

“Yes sir, the world needs lights like her, but she has a deep need as well. When she finds out what it is, her power will be even greater and everyone within thousands of miles will shift with her, creating a rippling wave that will reach across the world.”

Simon’s words were so far beyond Owen’s scope of comprehension. He turned to stare blankly at Simon.

Simon calmly looked back.

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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,

    Rachele

  2. MARVIA

    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.
    Sheryl
    http://www.reikihealthylifestyle.com

  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 .

    Paul

  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!
    -Scotty

  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…

    Love,
    Mike

  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
    Pam

  11. KB

    Jamie,

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

    Karel

  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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