Vanessa Smythe Sees What Is Hidden From Your Sight

Vanessa Smythe

Sees what is hidden from your sight

A snake is amongst us: Vol 1

Kristina Evans

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Written 2009

Copyright © 2011 Kristina Evans

Chapter one

Through Vanessa's eyes

‘Vanessa Smythe! Vanessaa ...Vanesssssaaa ...’

Someone is calling out my name but who is it? Nothing feels real so is the sound of my name coming from my subconscious? I don’t know where I am so it has to be a dream. What else could it be? Panic sets in slightly as the darkness envelopes my surroundings. It’s difficult to recognize anything so I scramble for a light. Materials feel rigid in my hand so I know I have the curtains and as I move them aside, a glow appears in the sky. The moon is full and I put my lunatic thoughts down to the pull of the rock in the distance. As I take deep breaths, I’m thankful that my dream has ended.

The experience I encountered during my sleep state had felt real. Other senses had taken over as I was in a forest, riding a motorbike. It should have been my first clue as I had never ridden one. There had been a connection of some sort with the trees which had towered above me. It was as if they were guiding me towards my destination. A destiny was waiting but I had no idea what it would be.

The push to stay on the path had been real and every sense had been on high alert. In my dream, I had realized the need to be rational so I could cope with what was to come. I returned my gaze towards the moon that was now shadowed by a planet which for some reason, I knew was Mercury. Anxiety crept within me so I quickly shut the curtains to hide under my blanket whilst wondering if I really was, still dreaming. If I was asleep then I wanted to wake up but if I was awake, then I preferred the sleep option. Either way, I resolved to end the lunacy by closing my eyes and I once again found myself back inside the woodlands.

This time, the intensity of my emotions were not as severe as the glow from the moon provided sight so I continued on to connect with the person who was calling me. For some reason, I presumed it to be my father as information was coming through about Mercury. My father had a fascination for planets and despite my disinterest; I had obviously absorbed his information.

The chatter in my mind took over as I walked instinctively on the right path whilst listening to the breeze blowing through the branches. A message was being given as words were forming from all directions. Leaves rustled from below my feet while from above, birds sang from trees that had been there for thousands of years. Focus was needed so I concentrated on one sound and I was transported elsewhere.

Cold air filled my insides as I studied my surroundings. I was with my father who provided me with a coat for warmth. A feeling of love consumed me but as I listened to the waves crashing, I felt dread. We were somewhere high above the water. Feeling the need to leave, I tried to coax him away but he was excited and wanted to stay. His enthusiasm had always been infectious so I reluctantly followed him through trees, to face a howling wind from a cliff top, so he could set up his telescope.

He wanted me to see Mercury and as we waited for the planet to appear, he spoke of a woman named Maia who had lived on Mercury many years ago. His fascination for her was contagious as I felt myself wanting to know more and with my interest, came a glow which blinded me. It was evident he had achieved his goal of passing on his knowledge.

For as long as I could remember, my father had insisted that I listened to his stories. When I was younger, I had thought them magical but since becoming a teenager, I believed his thoughts to be on the verge of mythology. But I didn’t mind as I had always loved the sound of his voice and sometimes the information locked in my subconscious had been of use, especially during history classes. I continued to absorb his information but my mind was overloaded so I tried to wake up but couldn’t and remained in front of my father as he spoke of Maia who left her planet and her son, Hermes, to help a civilization in South America. I had heard the story before of Maia helping the race who had lived on Mercury so I wondered why he was so insistent that I heard it again but I was in a dream so what could I do?

There had always been a connection for my father as he had always wanted to travel but to leave Australia to visit other lands was expensive and a long plane flight away from his wife, Lucinda. My mother wasn’t interested in visiting other countries so he had considered taking me and leave her alone but couldn’t. His only escape was to research and explore locally, near our home in Tasmania. Australia provided history but my father was fascinated with what was beyond the stars. We were still on the cliff’s edge waiting for a planet to materialize so I sat on a log as he provided information about Maia’s son.

Hermes had been considered a god by the ancient Greeks as they saw him as a messenger who brought word from his travels. My father had said Hermes was too athletic to stay still but I had seen pictures of his statues which showed him with a staff that had wings. I had found the staff more interesting than the man as I had wondered about the relationship with birds and messages. And then there was the snake which was wrapped around the staff. Many times, my father and I had discussed the metaphor but it had always ended with a warning from my father to keep away from the reptiles.

Snakes had appeared many times during our hiking trips but we had stood still and they had continued on. They were a part of life in Australia but my father was reading my mind as he adjusted his telescope. When he registered my thoughts, his expression turned serious as he spoke of his interpretation of the snake which he thought had become negative. He believed that everything was energy and to help get rid of the negativity; he needed to contact a race from Mercury for help. Panic struck me again as I began to wonder about my father’s sanity. I wanted him to stop but he continued to speak of Seers.

My dream was turning into a nightmare and I wondered if I was being influenced by comic books. A friend had brought a few to school and I wished I hadn’t looked as my father was coming across as a character from a science fiction story. I hugged him but it did nothing as he was obsessed. He wanted me to know that every story was based from fact but I found it hard to contemplate as it was impossible to visualize a goddess living in South America let alone an alien race who would come from Mercury.

A laptop appeared in my hands so I skimmed the internet and found information about a race of white skinned people who were seven feet tall and Nordic in appearance. They were considered the original aliens and lived in Srees. He wanted me to spread the word and I smiled as I wondered what conversations my friends had with their fathers. Despite being in a dream, I knew my father was serious. He wanted me to open my eyes and see beyond what most saw. He wanted me to unclutter my mind and open my third eye which he said was my sixth sense.

My friends called him alternative but I was thankful I had a loving father who spent time with me. So, I listened as he told of an ancient race of people who spoke of Asgard as once being their home because they were mixed with the Seers who wanted to return to Mercury. The laptop was still in my hands and I felt tempted to find information which would disprove his theory but it disappeared. There was no choice but to absorb the knowledge but then I began to think. Was it a case that I didn’t realize negative energy interfered in my life because I didn’t know any different? Was it a case that things happened for a reason but I was unaware? Was this dream a warning of some kind to wake me from a state of nothingness?

I wasn’t sure and for a moment, I wondered if I might be awake but as I watched a vision of what was to come, I hoped I was asleep. It felt real when my father slipped on the edge of the cliff. His face was conflicted as I held his hand. He could have climbed up as he was on a ledge. It was seconds but seemed longer. The feeling of his hand letting go of mine was heartbreaking. I wanted to scream; to wake up. What ever state I was in, I had to snap out of it. I needed to go to my parent’s bedroom and see my father. I wanted to know that he was alright but I couldn’t escape the sadness as there was more for me to see.

Three snakes appeared and I was sure my heart stopped beating. Was it a case that I was the one who had died as fear didn’t enter my mind as I stared into their mouths, revealing fangs the size of my head. Stepping forward to look into their squinting eyes, I noticed two of them back off. The leader, in the middle, did not move but unperturbed by him, I continued forward away from the cliff’s edge. For some reason, I knew they were unable to attack me so I played the game to my advantage.

The leader struck at me but his fangs didn’t penetrate. He became angry and lashed his body in every direction. The frustration was obvious as he couldn’t stand not being able to hurt me. I stood my ground so he tried to push me with his giant bulk onto a different path but I didn’t budge which infuriated him. Then I realized it was a test.

Feeling as if a message was being given, I decided on another course of action and decided to leave behind the darkness to find the sun and I had made the right choice as the star connected with my soul. Every step closer filled my heart with happiness and once in the light, I heard my name being called again. Relief came and I began to calm down when the trees parted and provided a clearing.

In the distance, green grass appeared and as I walked on the soft carpet, I felt the energy move under my feet. Air cleared and my eyes watered; making me blink. The more I focused, the more the light subsided leaving a vision of a tree which stood alone gleaming with gold from the sun’s rays. Sounds were back from the birds and I knew the tree would help me.

As I approached the golden lighthouse, a figure appeared resembling my father. His hair was the same straw blond and his eyes were the sky blue which always captured everyone’s attention. He stretched out his hand and I felt his energy; determined. I wanted to hug him, to once again feel love so I took the outstretched hand but he wasn’t my father. The boy had a message as he knew about the snakes and told me to keep away from them.

A pulling sensation tried to take me away but I refused to let go of his hands as my soul wanted to connect. It was difficult to stop myself from being dragged away and every effort was needed to be able to speak to him. I had questions but my words weren’t required as he explained that we would soon meet. Whether it was a dream or not, I knew I wanted to stay with him. I had never felt so safe. I had to speak to him but his hand was gone.

My subconscious wanted me to return home and I found myself on a familiar path. As I walked, I felt confident that I would be able to deal with what was ahead. I felt protected knowing that someone was watching over me and I knew I would survive as the boy had said we would soon meet. I felt invincible then suddenly I realized that I had not encountered many emotions as my father had always protected me. Everything became haywire once again and I ran towards safety but I was being warned of a change as once again the snake appeared by my front door.

It wasn’t what I expected and as I lost my balance, I stumbled over one of the slithering beasts who had appeared to join him. It was their mission to divert me, but I moved forward and grabbed the door handle. The leader was not impressed and I was taken aback by the ferocity of his attempt to squeeze me to death. Slowly and firmly he spiralled around my body, crushing my bones with his might. Screaming was my only option but instead of waking, I changed into one of them.

Meeting his glare at ground level changed my perspective. Enormous trees became skyscrapers and as I slithered away to explore my surroundings, he became angry. Shock had provided an escape but it was short lived as his determination to end my life was still prevalent. Why it was important for him, I wasn’t sure but he came after me in full motion, twisting and sliding as he gained momentum.

Soon he would be with me again and then what? Could a snake kill another snake? Would he try to eat me? Not knowing what to expect, I began to feel scared. There weren’t any more options other than to change back to myself but I had no idea how to. If I was a snake, then I might be able to speak to him and ask him what he wanted. I turned to face him but he opened his mouth to devour me.

Pain filled my throat as I screamed but there was no other choice as I looked at the snake who changed into a boy. Closing my eyes as I didn’t want to look at his evil glare, which penetrated through me, I waited for the inevitable. Nothing happened so I opened my eyes to once again, see only darkness. Was I in the forest or back at home in my bed? Where was the evil boy? Did I really see him or was it a dream? If he did exist, then it was a nightmare.

Automatically my hands reached out and grabbed the curtains. Reassurance was what I needed and I felt relief when I opened the heavy drapes to reveal I was back in my bedroom. Tears of happiness welled from my eyes as my muddled emotions took over. My bedroom was my place of solitude. It was my place of peace.

A creaking sound in the hallway brought on a feeling of confusion as I wondered why I felt secure in my bedroom. I had always felt safe and not only in my room. It was still dark outside but I knew I was awake so I went to turn on my light. My finger was on the switch and I immediately removed it. If I was to check on my father, then I should wait until morning as my movement would wake him. It was a weekday and he would be up early to go to work and if I tried to manoeuvre through the obstacles of my desk, chair and bedside cupboard, I would definitely wake the household. So not wanting to be selfish, I quietly sat up to explore dreams on my laptop.

Again, a sound in the hallway attracted my overactive imagination. Analyzing my experience had not been a good decision but I was too frightened to go back to sleep. I shut down my device and wondered who else was in the house. I began to think that my dream or nightmare had been a premonition. Was it a warning that something bad was to happen? Should I hide under my bed? I wished I had a mobile phone but my mother wouldn’t allow it.

I began to blame her for the intruder as I could be phoning the police. If there was a stranger in the house, then he might be the evil boy who had been a snake in my dream. My father had warned me about snakes being a negative energy. Maybe it was all coming together so I had to be brave and save my father before it was too late.

With a deep breath, I snuck into my walk-in-robe and grabbed my tennis racquet. It was the only weapon I could think of that would provide enough of a distraction, so my father could ambush him. It was the only plan I could come up with so I slowly opened the door and screamed as I swung the racquet at my mother.

There had been no need to save my father as it was my mother who was creating the disturbance. Quickly, I pounced on her as I wanted to know why she was sneaking around in the middle of the night, in the dark, terrifying her daughter. But as usual she was able to provide a logical answer to shift the blame as it was me, she accused of being inconsiderate.

I had questions but my father diffused the situation so without any need of an interrogation, I went back to bed and looked through the window. The ball glowed in the sky and I wondered why my night had been so incredibly odd. The dream kept playing over and over and as I continued to concentrate on the sky for a distraction, I saw the shadow of a tree which emanated a golden light. It was as if a portal was waiting for me so I could make my escape.

The only problem was, there was nothing I needed to run from but then the moon turned dark and I saw the eyes of the snakes. A shiver ran down my spine and I wondered how I knew the boys as their names were definitely Gavin, William and Richard Macleod.

Chapter two

Through the Author’s eyes

Vanessa eventually returned to sleep, back into an oblivion of emptiness. Her mattress provided comfort until she woke hours later in a panic when she heard a voice. The alarm clock was telling her to get up. Turning it off, she wished she could stay in bed for the day as she was sure she had a perfect excuse not to go to school.

But a knock on her door, as her father walked down the hallway, meant she needed to move or she would be walking. As she sat up and put on her uniform, the vision of her father’s death returned but there was no point in dwelling on a dream so she tried to meditate to no avail. Knowing she had to blank out her thoughts, she tried a few yoga moves as a distraction but her frustration with the night’s messages made her lose her balance. Normally, stretching was easy, so she wondered how long she had slept.

There had been sleep at some point but it wasn’t long enough as she felt drained. A glow through the gap in her curtains revealed a shining sun so she opened them further and felt the warmth on her face. With the stream of light in her room, came a clear mind so she sank into her armchair to put on her shoes before any other thoughts could enter.

Noises were coming from the kitchen so she knew her father was making breakfast. He believed porridge was needed to start the day and when she smelt the cinnamon; Vanessa knew a bowl would be waiting for her.

‘What happened last night?’ asked James as he placed a spoon in front of his daughter.

‘I don’t know.’ Vanessa shrugged as she took the spoon. ‘Maybe the full moon had something to do with it.’

‘I’m getting through to you then,’ he said as he sat next to her to eat his porridge. ‘You’re accepting the connection with the beyond.’

‘Why was Mum sneaking around in the middle of the night anyway!’ demanded Vanessa. ‘I nearly hit her. I thought she was the bad man or something.’

‘Bad man!’ declared James. ‘What does that mean?’

‘There was a bad boy in my dreams. It’s had an effect on me.’ Vanessa finished her breakfast as she didn’t want to discuss it.

‘Apparently, your mother was getting a glass of water and went to the kitchen in the dark so she wouldn’t