Designed with a Destiny (6 page)

“She can't take her to Area 51!” I shout,
jumping up from my seat. “Claire color screened practically
everyone in that place a blue or gray, and you think they’re going
to have her best interest in mind?”

“Not likely after we kicked their ass in
training,” Brandon chimes in, half smiling as he recalls the
experience.

“Ronan—Alisha doesn’t have a say in the
matter. They have a state of the art medical facility that is not
only equipped to handle Liz’s case, but it is also the only
facility where her case will remain confidential from outside
leaks,” Jason says, immediately coming to Alisha’s defense. The
room erupts with a heated argument that even Natalie can’t resist
tossing her attorney biased opinion into.

“All of you—silence now!” the unexpected
voice of Lawrence calmly orders, in a way that immediately gets our
attention. We all turn to the old man who only hours earlier
appeared to be on his deathbed, but now has a spark of fire
flashing behind the blue eyes that makes me question my earlier
assessment of his age. “You all have experienced the magnificent
power of harnessing energy to produce desired outcomes, and yet
here you are sabotaging your only chance of saving Elizabeth’s life
by draining yourselves of that powerful life source—why is
that?”

“Yeah Alisha—why is that?” I repeat
accusingly, feeling smug that Lawrence meant the question
specifically for her. I brace for the backfire when I see Jason’s
jaw tighten and her face turn pink, but instead she catches me off
guard when she says, “I’m so scared,” in a voice choked with
emotion. “I’m scared that no matter what I do, we’re going to lose
her anyway. I want to believe that Claire has the power to heal
her—believe me I do, but the physician in me just can’t.” She wipes
a tear from her cheek with a trembling hand and Lawrence smiles
warmly at her.

“Miss Salisbury, do you have any idea which
emotion is the darkest of all human emotions?” he asks.

“Um, yeah—I suppose hatred,” she says
hesitantly and I almost expect her to snap at him for asking such a
trivial question.

“Hatred is dark, but it’s not the darkest.
Fear is the darkest,” he declares looking around the room. “Behind
every negative emotion, you’ll find fear as a catalyst. Hatred,
greed, doubt, anger, jealousy…all begin with a seed of fear.” Out
of habit, I search my mind for an exception to his claim, but can’t
think of any off hand.

“Fear can also be healthy. It alerts us to
potential danger and keeps us from making unwise decisions,” Jason
speaks up, challenging the notion. Dr. Emerick just chuckles.

“No my son, it’s our intuition that warns us
of danger, fear makes us question our intuition and react
irrationally. It cripples and consumes us emotionally drawing the
exact circumstances we fight to avoid.”

“Alright, enough,” Alisha says, placing a
hand on Jason’s arm when he starts to dispute Lawrence again. “If
fear is keeping us from helping Liz, then show me how to control
it,” she says with a renewed look of determination. A wide smile
spreads across Lawrence’s face and his blue eyes seem to dance with
enthusiasm. “Call for Claire and follow me,” he says, as he stands
and walks to the door.

***

“The greatest secret of the ages is that
there is a power within nature to restore and raise energy
vibrations in humans,” Lawrence begins, sitting cross-legged on the
wet ground amongst the coniferous forest trees and motioning us to
do the same. The sun has long since gone down but even with the
disadvantage of limited night vision, he seems completely at ease
in the pitch black of the night. I take a seat next to Ali and slip
my hand over hers giving it a light squeeze. Neither of us has to
say we’re sorry, it’s just understood. There is a chain reaction
when the others notice. First Claire takes my other hand then
Brandon takes hers, followed by Natalie, who smiles sweetly up at
him before entwining her fingers in his, and then offers her other
hand to her brother Austin, linking the six of us in a semi-circle
around Lawrence Emerick.

“I am going to show you how to ground
yourself to not only this source, but to each other. You should get
in the habit of doing this exercise prior to entering any situation
involving moving energy particles; telekinesis, telepathy, and
especially energy healing. This is the way you clear your mind of
fear or any other negative emotion,” he says. Closing his eyes, he
waves his hand slowly over the ground to his right, then repeats
the action on his left, hovering there for a few seconds, before
reaching down and picking up a good size stick with the confidence
of someone seeing it there. I’m about to ask how he did that when
he speaks first. “How many of you have the ability to see energy
fields besides Claire?” Everyone except me raises their hand, and I
start to make a pointless excuse about my mind being too
preoccupied with Cat. “Perfect,” he says, interrupting me.
“Ronan—you’re first. Hold your hand over this stick and tell me
what you feel.” He holds the stick in front of me, and places my
hand on top of it.

“Um, I guess it’s hard and wet…” I start to
describe and he immediately stops me, lifting my hand six inches
away from the stick.

“No—tell me what you feel in terms of
energy. Close your eyes and concentrate on feeling the energy,” he
coaxes.

“Why don’t you ask someone who’s already had
luck in seeing it first,” I say, pulling my hand away, fearing
another failure.

“Ronan, the reason you have a difficult time
seeing energy is because you are more sensitive to feeling then
seeing—and believe me that is a very good thing.” He reaches down
and grabs my hand again, positioning it in the air over the stick.
“Empty your mind of every thought,” he says heavily.

Several seconds pass before I can say for
sure that I feel a definite warmth in the palm of my hand, but when
I do, I grin from ear to ear.

“Every object oscillates in a vibrational
range—can you tell me what the range of this stick is?” he
asks.

“Around one-hundred fifty megahertz,” I
reply, not knowing at all how I can tell.

“Yes!” he confirms laughing out loud. He
eagerly swaps the stick for Alisha’s hand, holding it under my
own.

“Three-hundred fifty MHz,” I announce, and
once again he confirms becoming more excited by the minute.

“How—how can I possibly know the vibratory
rate of objects when I’ve never been taught?” I ask in complete
bewilderment.

“The definition of intuition is the ability
to know something immediately while not gaining the knowledge
through the reasoning process or the five senses,” Lawrence
replies, reminding me of how I knew that Cat belonged with me so
soon after meeting her. “Now Claire,” he says, holding her small
arm out for me to test.

“Three hundred sixty,” I say with certainty,
then get to my feet and walk over to the nearest tree.

“250 MHz.” Walking around the forest I test
everything I can like a blind person seeing for the first time.

“My turn,” Lawrence finally says, holding
his hand out.

“One hundred seventy-four?” I say
hesitantly, repeating the reading on the other hand just to make
sure. All of the Designers were in the three hundreds and his
reading is so much lower, it makes me nervous.

“No need to feel bad, Ronan. A healthy human
is usually less than ninety. I’m considered high for a
non-engineered. Had you taken a reading when you first found me,
before Claire’s healing, it would have been even lower.” He sits
back down and addresses Ali and the others.

“Seeing energy is great, but feeling energy
is the key to being able to use this,” he continues, motioning to
the forest around us. “Drawing energy from the trees in an
old-growth forest such as this can instantly raise your energy
frequency by a hundred points. It’s like receiving a blood
transfusion of energy.”

“How do you know all of this and how is it
that you can feel the energy?” Ali asks, suddenly regarding him
suspiciously.

I built a machine called a Frequency
Monitoring Device and used it to test thousands of objects,
including you when you were nothing but embryos. It took me almost
twenty years and hours every day to develop and train my brain to
do what you were engineered to do. I guess you could say that I’ve
devoted my life to this accomplishment—accessing the realm of
higher consciousness. I'd like to see a world where everyone has
these abilities,” he says, his voice trailing off. The corners of
his mouth turn upward in a faint smile and he sighs deeply before
re-focusing on the group. “Claire, it’s your turn now.”

Claire picks up the skill almost as easily
as I did, but the others have a more difficult time, echoing the
frustration I felt when I couldn’t see what they all could see.

“Lawrence, I can feel the energy being
absorbed through my hands,” I call, finally feeling its warmth
enter my body. I feel as if I’ve been given a cocktail of happy
juice, images of Cataryn flow through my mind as freely as if she
were right here with me. Claire giggles and wraps her small arms
around the tree trunk. “I can feel it, too,” she exclaims. She
holds her hand out in front of me. “Now what am I?”

I wave my hand over hers and let out a low
whistle. “Three hundred seventy-five! Squirt, if you go any higher,
you’ll become invisible,” I joke. She giggles again and turns her
hand over mine to get my post energy infusion reading, her smile
slowly fading. I hold my breath as she moves her hand up and down
my arm and finally looks up at me with eyes of curiosity.

“Okay Claire, spit it out. What’s my
reading?”

“It’s four hundred and seventeen,” she
announces loudly enough to get the attention of the others. There
is a sudden hush as everyone looks to Lawrence for the
significance.

“Four hundred and seventeen?” he repeats,
his brows furrowing in concentration. He hurries over to us and
places his hand on my arm to conduct his own energy reading, and a
few seconds later looks up at me, his eyes widening with
astonishment. “Well I’ll be damned.”

“Lawrence, what is it. Is it a bad thing?” I
ask, feeling apprehensive that my earlier joking with Claire may
become my own reality—my vibrational rate speeding out of control
until I become invisible.

He responds with a smile that pushes up into
his eyes, deepening the crow’s-feet wrinkles at the corner.

“It’s nothing bad—just fascinating, that’s
all.”

“How is four hundred seventeen any more
fascinating than three hundred and fifty?” Alisha asks
impatiently.

“Well, it just happens to be one of the six,
unique electro-magnetic frequency tones of the ancient Solfeggio
Scale. It’s a tone that is connected with the purging of traumatic
experiences and facilitating change,” he replies. It’s hard to tell
if he can actually see our blank stares or if he assumes as much,
but he follows up by saying that there’s no time for further
explanation, and promises a future demonstration.

***

There’s no denying the fact that Lawrence is
an expert when it comes to the science behind energy fields. By the
time we finish with his “grounding” experiment, and are walking
back to the house, every single one of us is irrefutably in a
different state of mind than we were when we left the house.
Natalie said it best when she described it as a feeling of pure
bliss. Not even the sight of the large military helicopter hovering
over the airstrip affects the unity of the group.

“You guys get to Elizabeth, and I will
distract them,” Alisha murmurs, making a beeline for the airstrip,
just as the chopper lands.

“I’ll be there in a second—I need to check
on Sophia,” Brandon says, taking off in a sprint to the guest
house, where he left her over an hour ago.

Armed with a profound renewed confidence in
our abilities and eager to heal Elizabeth before Bernie gets sight
of her, I wordlessly bolt for the house with Claire, Natalie, and
Austin automatically following suit, leaving Lawrence slowly
limping after us. It’s not until we are on the other side of the
bulletproof door that the panicked pleas of Jason upstairs can be
heard, with even our Designer hearing. “Come on Liz—BREATHE…BREATHE
DAMMIT!”

I make it all the way to the exit door
before I am overcome with guilt for leaving Zane in the pitch black
underground maze. Intellectually, I believe he deserves to rot
there, but in my heart, I can’t be the one responsible for it. When
I retrace my steps back, I find him exactly where I left him,
sitting propped up with his head buried in his hands.

“I knew you’d come back,” he says softly,
looking up in the direction where my footsteps are detected.

“Contrary to what you think, I don’t need
your help getting off this island, Zane—I’d find a way you
know.”

“I’m not insinuating that you came back
because you needed me. I knew you would come back because you have
too much goodness in you.” He pauses and I see him smile and shake
his head through the darkness. “This whole thing is so messed up
now—you’ve made things so complicated.”

“Complicated in what way?” I ask, reaching
down for his hand to pull him up. He clasps it tightly as if afraid
I’ll slip away.

“I have feelings that I’ve never really had
before and they’re getting in the way of everything,” he struggles
to explain. I hold my breath, not really sure I like where the
conversation's headed. “Look—I just want to say I’m sorry for
beating you,” he suddenly blurts out. The unexpected apology
catches me by surprise, and give me the first glimpse of a man with
a moral conscience. I can’t bring myself to say he’s completely
forgiven because it’d be a lie at this point, so I give his hand a
light squeeze instead.

“Uh—let’s get out of here.” I quickly turn
to lead him away and he stops me, pulling me back.