“A lot of things, but if we clear the panels on the north side of the property, we can shore up the estate wall that lines the bedroom wings with steel pillars. A good mason could cover them in crushed rock to match the pathways before the reception,” Priscilla moved my bangs out of my eyes with a sad look on her face.
“Time and place my sweet girl, “Priscilla waved her arm across the room. “We are going to have two babies soon. Look around, take it all in. There will be time for doomsday plans later.” I nodded my agreement with a silent smile.
“Your right, of course.”
Priscilla sighed and walked the room again. I followed behind her and clapped as the incubator holding the tiny Eaton twins was added to the wall.
My mother came straight from work, and my father arrived soon after. Beryl was wheeled out to the incubation room. She stood, still a bit wobbly from the procedure, and kissed the front glass separating her from the tiny baby boys. “We can find names for them now,” she proclaimed with her smile beaming.
It was a happy moment in a day our family would remember fondly.
Jason arrived with Difference beside him, both still dressed in blue scrubs from their class.
I parked our new bigger transport vehicle under the hospital sun shield. We all piled inside and made our way to the Eaton estate. My father drove as everyone shouted out boy's names they could think of James, Richard, Sterling, Aeon, Courage, Auggie, Garrett, Weston, Colt, Hew, Craig, Bartholomew, Michael, Henry.
Jason grabbed my hand in his and squeezed lightly, “Someday, this will be us,” he said. I nodded my head in agreement and kissed him softly. This moment was all I needed. My hand in his, moving forward towards another happy event, another first to share in our life together.
I chose well when I walked towards the city's golden skies, back to Jason, my family, and my future. I can’t imagine missing these moments. I will live happy and free on the surface, under these golden night skies for as long as the heavens allow.
I hope for a scientific miracle to move the comet out of our path, but I plan for survival. I plan for life even if that life is lived on a large ship hovering over hot, scrambled earth. I hope for peace and clarity and knowledge and ability. I have hidden myself away and prayed for these things from a God I don’t even believe exists. My grandmother believed so maybe I’m praying to her so she can pray for me.
I can’t help but think of Zeke when I pray. I’m sure that breaks some kind of churchy rules. The faith he seemed to have in his God was so complete. I could use some of his blind faith and the feeling his kisses conjured. I don’t have that feeling here in the gold. I left that chemical magic under the purple sky and truthfully, I miss it.
This undertaking for survival is the beginning of something more significant and challenging than I considered myself capable of before. I put everything else out of my mind, focus on what’s in front of me today, and fight for tomorrow like my life depends on it.
ABOUT THE SERIES
In the early 2000’s I had a series of dreams about a comet with no tail, dry ocean beds, space elevators, and Karine. I jotted down the skeleton of the dream each morning and saved the file away. Research about comets led me to science. The other strange images from my dreams led me to prophecies.
A mystic and seer known as Baba Vanga gave several predictions to the world before her death in 1996. Like Nostradamus her prophecies have been dissected and analyzed ad nauseum. Some people are quick to discount any prophecy. I find her predictions fascinating.
The following predictions made by Baba Vanga caught my eye:
In 2167 a new religion is discovered.
In 2170 a major drought begins.
In 2183 Mars becomes a nuclear power.
Recently, I dreamt of Karine and witnessed the end of her tale.
This is book one of Karine’s story.
