Knight Quest

PART I - WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!

CHAPTER 1

The new year started as a wonderful year filled with grand possibilities. I experienced the blushing throes of a great, new passion. I had settled in my new home for an exact year. I enjoyed establishment of new yard, harvesting the first of homegrown strawberries, and cleaned a small house whose eclectic decor reflected my quirky personality.

I socialized with a wide variety of friends. We danced throughout the nights, played silly mind games, window shopped incessantly, or frequented the latest movies. I indulged in regular trips to the sandy beaches and into the high mountains.

Occasionally, I visited the local spa. This was my futile attempt to convince my plush, plump body it desired to transform into slim, svelte, and thin. I also visited the spa to be among other people and torture myself as atonement for frequent, decadent binges with seductive chocolate sweets during the midnight hours of my solitary life.

At this point in time, I imagined no serious involvement with any particular man. My romantic interludes were few and far between. I liked life that way. I had tried marriage once already.

Marriage was not my cup of tea. I felt cheated, dissatisfied, and empty as if I missed a better conclusion to my existence.

Deep down inside, I adored men - all men. It was no consequence how males appeared. My friends often teased with suggestions I was the first person who had never met a man I did not like.

However, I held all men at a respectful distance. This resolve was easier on myself. It helped me maintain the firm resolution to remain single and true to myself for the balance of my life.

Instead, I fantasized. My favorite daydreams consisted of elaborate scenes. In these visions, I concentrated on a series of wild, wonderful, lusty affairs. My imagination made all encounters wonderful, glowing, and glorious. I reconciled these rich, gold memories would warm me on the blustery, cold, winter nights of my inevitable old age ahead.

I went to work and reaped monetary rewards with the sole purpose to spend my paycheck down to the last penny. I filled my week nights involved in local university classes and commitments to humanitarian organizations.

My life was full, complete, and happy. Yes, Gayle lived a content full life in blissful ignorance and with total satisfaction. It was sweet, dull, and uneventful. I had no desire for more.

During this year, I had no inkling and no idea events would lead me in a vast and different path later. There was no desire to change. Life was better than it had ever been. I did not want to tempt fate and alter the configuration of the compatible stars to alter it. I was satisfied, sated, and fulfilled.

Destiny, however, was not pleased with my progress. Something else brewed and simmered in the cauldron of the future. The winds of fate had other ideas and purposes in mind. They blew and pushed my solitary, isolated little ship on the vast ocean of confused, unfulfilled humanity further ahead.

Unaware of the consequences, I sailed onward in the direction of a challenge which would shake my foundation, become a stormy obsession, and confirm and prove to me my life was more than mere chance. Its meaning had a reason and rhyme, and its purpose was etched on a hidden scroll printed indelibly on my mind since the beginning of my existence.

CHAPTER 2

Since my grandmother died, I developed interests in extra sensory perception, clairvoyance, and precognition since her death was not sudden for me. I received violent and subtle messages in nightmare filled dreams about someone’s death many weeks before she passed through the barrier of the great beyond. It unnerved me when I realized the truths to these haunted dreams.

If I had a gift of perception, I wanted no continuous message of sorrow all the time. Instead, I desired to develop this potential into something which would work better for me and possibly many others. I signed up for an introductory parapsychology class in the spring.

During class, a young woman was introduced who did trance channeling. She gave us a demonstration in class. I was instantly impressed and drawn to her strange ability. I arranged to speak in more detail in private.

I also worked with the Tarot cars on occasion and wanted to see whether she was genuine. I was curious to discover if her ability was a special gift alone, or if later with patient, persistent practice, I too could accomplish this ability on my own.

During early May, I called for an appointment. The entire week before our meeting, I wrote down various questions to ask while she engaged in her trance. Some questions were trivial and trite while others were significant in my search for genuine purpose to my own existence.

When I arrived, I shuffled the Tarot cards and handed them back. Next, I tried to show patience while I waited for her to deal out the cards.

I realized I held my breath. I was anxious. The room felt energized as if a revolutionizing transformation was about to occur.

I chided myself for feeling naked and on edge. I had dealt the cards for myself hundreds of times. I trusted them. From past experience, the cards never lied or made false promises. Should something negative show up in the reading, I was aware it only served as warning and the problem could be avoided or averted later.

However, the cards outcome were not my primary concern. Instead the questions I intended to ask bothered me. The cards effects generally lasted three to six months. The scribbled, almost illegible questions on my sheet could very well alter my perceptions and conceptions forever. This may become a monumental moment for me.

I perched with tense anticipation on the chair edge. I wondered what fate had driven me here, and if after today, I would look at myself and see a changed person. I sensed I could become haunted by fear, puzzled by riddles, or elated to ecstasy.

We finished the reading. I did not concentrate on her responses or comments. I did not care. I could go home later and shuffle my own cards.

Once complete, she settled and relaxed. I observed her body position with interest making mental notes to work on these movements in privacy. I waited with silent respect, caution, curiosity, and some skeptical cynicism as she relaxed further.

It is now time to realize you have ventures ahead, she said in a monotone voice. Take careful consideration; judgment. It is good for you. You shall be better. Time progresses. I see within eight months of time many arrangements being made to fulfill goals; to satisfy needs. It is good as we see it. We are pleased with your growth and helping of others. So, find changes made in financial area. Questions answered in due time. See friends you have made - parting of ways. Keep in contact. Necessary. We see happier days. A new venture bringing you joy.

Her hand shifted on the cards. It was my turn to ask questions.

Some were simple questions. I felt I already knew the outcome and answer. They were mundane, unimportant, and little tests to see if the guides were on their toes. They were also teasers building with gradual speed up to the crescendo of important matters which churned in my active mind.

I first asked, Should I take my trip this fall?

See no difficulties. Arrangements contain fine time.

Should I pursue my music or art?

These are things of the past. It is good to use creative ability. Do not forsake either.

Should I look into ESP studies deeper?

We are pleased you ask this. We are pleased to communicate. We see abilities within. You could be helpful to yourself and others with more understanding of this. We have watched as you have grown. You have changed and learned. There is more to come. Yes.

Will I sell my property soon?

We see difficulty in the immediate future. You must be patient. Offer comes forth in time.

Who deceives me? I blurted out forgetting my prepared list. The mention of deceit had only come about with this reading.

He is one who does not share true feelings. He shall be known to you soon. You shall hear words within three weeks time.

A friend and I had previously discussed a potential business partnership. I was lukewarm to the idea and felt my present job and hobbies were enough to keep me occupied. I wanted to confirm my decision and asked, Should I enter into a business I think of now. Will it be profitable?

It is true. There will be much success along your path. We have waited and anticipated your goals to be answered. Strong needs to work in your own capacity.

Will I get a promotion at work? One I will enjoy?

Within time. We see within three months a change comes forth. Capabilities will be noticed. With one, there is a misunderstanding which takes place. It bring you stress. It shall be cleared.

She continued, We see some difficulties cross your path along the way within the next three years of time. It is no serious nature. It is comforting. It must be handled by those who have the ability to know.

Will I make a good marriage in the future? This was my trick question. My mind was solidly entrenched to the commitment of permanent singlehood. A small smile crinkled my face as I dared ask this trite and stupid scribbled question.

See in time some happiness confers into change of communication. Pleasing. The union can be made only after you put aside feelings of the past.

I thought in quiet and silent mode. I had negative feelings about unions and marriages. Happiness was destroyed with the consummation of either. How could I have both in my future?

With an emboldened voice, I asked. What is my main guide’s name? In the ensuing silence, my curiosity had a deep need to be satisfied. I wanted some name, some way to communicate my sorrow and desire or my happiness and elation to those who watched, nurtured, and cared. If I had my guardian angel’s name to call out in the deep, black darkness of night while in the deepest depth of agony, frustration, and alone, I reasoned life would become more worthwhile.

I felt stubborn, mean, and obstinate as I realized this was the reason I was here with this young talented woman. I concluded if I did not receive this name I would no longer believe in spirits and angels. I would walk away and forget the matter forever.

There was a long silent pause. It was as if many whispered, hushed voices conferred and argued about an appropriate answer.

I imagined I heard them mutter. It is blasphemy to know your guide’s name. It is heresy. How dare you ask? How dare you even utter these challenging words? How bold and brash you mere, ignorant, insignificant child in this vastness of the universe.

I waited with a twinge of unexpected fear. Had I asked too much? Would further communication be abruptly halted? No answer came. I decided to ask another question in the hopes the session would not end abruptly.

Were my associations with my guide in my previous lives pleasant?

The tone and inflections changed as a new voice spoke, Last existence together as friends. Pleasant time. Association. There are others here who have known you and one who has not but observes. We wish to establish clearer contact. It is possible through the written word. There are many on the earth plane who could communicate if they tried as there are many here who wait anxiously for channels to open; for doors to open for us. We mean to guide and assist along your path and that is good. When sharing and communication takes place, both can learn.

Where am I wasting my energy?

"There are feelings not let go. Our memories of the past still worry you. Still cling to you. It is of this past and others still affecting you now. We see new horizon for you. Many people come forth with knowledge to be