Friday, March 15, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 35


Fancy pulled the cigarette out from her lips, nestling it between two fingers. “You’re a friend of Lindie’s?”
“More like an acquaintance,” said Rainy, for some reason she knew lying to Fancy would be a short road over a cliff of no answers. “She called me for answers, but was interrupted. I just need to know she’s okay.”
“Why would you have the answers?” asked Fancy.
Rainy sighed. “Because I work for a psychic hotline.”
Fancy gasped and then smiled. “You’re a psychic? Well, hot dog! What can you tell me? Do I get out of this crap hole? Do I win the lottery? Do I at least find a rich old man to love me until he croaks, leaving me everything?”
Hoyte chuckled a little. “It doesn’t work like that, but if you let us know what room Ms. Richards is in. I promise I’ll come back next week with my tarot cards and give you a free reading.”
Fancy’s smile faded. “How do I know you’ll come back?”
“You have my word,” said Hoyte.
“And we did help you off the floor,” Rainy added quickly, knowing Fancy didn’t live in a world where a person’s word meant anything.
Fancy nodded. “Okay, but you better not be here to harass her with some kind of warrant or subpoena or anything. I have a reputation to uphold and that reputation doesn’t involve me turning people into the cops or courts.”
“We’re not,” said Rainy. “I honestly just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“She’s in room 9 at that end of the building, but it’ll look like a 6. The top screw fell out and I haven’t gotten around to screwing it back in.”
“Thank you,” said Rainy as she and Hoyte headed for the door.
“Lindie is a good kid,” Fancy hollered at them, “but she needs someone to look out for her. I hope you two are what you say you are.”
“We are,” said Rainy, with a final nod of thanks as they hurried out the door and towards room 9.
Neither of them said a word as they made their way to the room, but Rainy could feel the tension. “What should we say?”
“I think we should be honest,” said Hoyte. “She did call you twice.”
Rainy nodded as they stopped in front of the door. “Here we go.”
She knocked softly and was surprised when the door was jerked open by a large man. Hoyte took a step in front of Rainy and she could have sworn he puffed out his chest and stood a little taller.
“Is Lindie here?” Hoyte asked.
“Who’s asking?” barked the man.
“I’m her friend,” Rainy said, taking a small step so the man could see her better. “I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“Lindie doesn’t have any friends,” said the man, “so are you cops? Or does she owe you money?”
“Neither,” said Hoyte, firmly, “we’re just here to make sure she’s okay. We don’t want any trouble.”
“You asked for trouble the minute you knocked on my door,” said the man, scowling at Hoyte. He turned his attention to Rainy. “Your voice does sound familiar. Why?”
Rainy shrugged. “Look, I just wanted to check on Lindie. If she’s not here I’ll come back later.”
“Why would she need checking on?” asked the man. “And how would you know?”
“Because she hasn’t been in Super Foods lately,” said Rainy. Once the words were out of her mouth she heard Hoyte inhale sharply. She shouldn’t have told the man where she really worked. It was a rookie mistake, of course she was a rookie, she wasn’t even a rookie, she was wannabe cop or super hero or something.
“Lindie doesn’t shop at Super Foods,” said the man. “I do the shopping and as you can see she lives in a motel, so she’s not exactly stocking up. Funny thing is, I’m also looking for Lindie, so it seems we have a situation.”

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 34


Rainy nodded. It wasn’t just the colors or the fact there were broken lights over the entrance, holes in the doors, and shingles hanging on by single nails, the atmosphere of the entire neighborhood was heavy with melancholy.
“So how do we find out what room she’s in?” asked Rainy.
Hoyte let out a heavy breath. “I guess we go in and ask.”
“Do you think it’ll be that easy?” Rainy raised an eyebrow.
Hoyte shook his head. “Rainy, I don’t think anything comes easy in this neighborhood.”



Chapter 10


Rainy and Hoyte entered the hotel lobby and Rainy had to fight the urge to wrinkle her nose as the smell of old cigarettes, mildew, and the overpowering smell of cheap rose scented perfume assaulted her nose.
The lobby was sparsely furnished with a couple of wooden chairs that looked as if they belonged under an old dining room table on its last legs. A fake peace lily sat in-between the two chairs and above them hung a bulletin board filled with ads highlighting everything from used cars to girls looking for sugar daddies to missing pets.
“Can I help you?” came a gritty voice from behind the desk, but Rainy couldn’t see anyone.
She looked at Hoyte and he shrugged, so they walked closer to the registration desk.
“Hello?” Rainy said tentatively.
“I’m down here,” came the voice with a hint of annoyance.
Rainy and Hoyte looked over the desk to see an older woman smoking a cigarette while lying on the floor.
“Do you need help?” asked Hoyte.
“No, honey,” said the woman as she gestured wildly with her cigarette, “I just like lying on this dingy floor. It really makes my day to slum it with the roaches and fleas.”
Hoyte shrugged at Rainy.
Rainy rolled her eyes. “She’s being sarcastic Hoyte. Help the lady up.”
Hoyte and Rainy hurried around the corner and gently helped the woman to a desk chair that sat behind a small desk covered in papers, junk mail, and overfull ash trays.
“Thank you,” said the woman. She rifled through the papers until she found a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out and stuck it in her mouth. She looked up at Rainy and Hoyte and rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to light it. My lord, you two look like I’m about to detonate a bomb. Doc says I need to stop, but the feel of it calms me down. Now, what can I do you for? By the looks of your clothes you aren’t here for a room. Even if you are having an affair, you two look like you can at least afford the Holiday Inn for a game of hide the salami.”
Rainy felt her cheeks grow hot. “No, it’s not like that.”
The woman shrugged. “Don’t care. What I do care about is that you two kind folks helped me off the floor. Lord know none of the characters that live around here would have been so kind. So I ask again, what can I do you for?”
“We’re looking for a woman,” said Hoyte.
The woman leaned an elbow on the desk and smirked. “I’m not in that kind of business.”
“No,” Rainy said quickly, “we think she needs help. Let’s start over. I’m Rainy and this is Hoyte.”
Rainy stuck out her hand and the woman shook it.
“Rainy, huh? Maybe you are from the neighborhood. My name is Fancy.”
“It suites you,” said Hoyte.
“Better than Francine does,” said Fancy, with a wave of her hand. “Tell me about this woman who needs help.”
“Her name is Lindie Richards and we believe she checked into your hotel this morning,” said Hoyte.
“She did,” said Fancy, not volunteering any additional information.
“Could you tell us what room she’s in?” asked Rainy. “She called me and I think she’s in trouble.”
Fancy pulled the cigarette out from her lips, nestling it between two fingers. “You’re a friend of Lindie’s?”
“More like an acquaintance,” said Rainy, for some reason she knew lying to Fancy would be a short road over a cliff of no answers. “She called me for answers, but was interrupted. I just need to know she’s okay.”
“Why would you have the answers?” asked Fancy.
Rainy sighed. “Because I work for a psychic hotline.”

Friday, March 8, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 33

“Of course it wasn’t all bad,” said Rainy softly. In fact, there were a lot of good times with Hoyte. Leaving him had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but he had made it very clear that staying with him meant a life she didn’t want to live. A live in the spotlight of a famous psychic, a label that came with both prestige and ridicule. “It just wasn’t right.”
“I understand that now,” said Hoyte.
Rainy looked at him and cocked her head. “You do?”
Hoyte nodded but kept his eyes on the road. “You don’t have to be psychic to realize when you’ve pushed your own agenda on a person, even if you think it’s for their best interest. I caught some glimpses of your father’s thoughts when he used me as his personal walkie-talkie.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Rainy with a grimace. “I can’t imagine that was pleasant.”
“It’s not,” said Hoyte, “but I’ll let it slide because he did talk some sense into you.”
“You were saying you caught some of his thoughts?” said Rainy hoping not to rehash her irrational behavior.
Hoyte nodded and then glanced at her. “Your father has been watching over you and Clover, as have your mother. He thinks you work too hard and worry too much, but even amongst that hard work and worry, you love your life. You love being with Clover and you even love working at that silly little supermarket because it gives you a place to go and people to talk to who aren’t looking to get anything from you but a job well done and groceries well packed. You want to be helpful without being in the spotlight, which also makes the psychic hotline you decided to work for make sense. You could help people anonymously.”
Rainy nodded. “There’s a lot of truth to that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t see it earlier,” said Hoyte. “Had I just opened my own eyes, I would have. I didn’t need a message from beyond to see what was obvious, especially in hindsight.” He parked the car. “I don’t need a message from beyond to tell me this is a very dangerous neighborhood we’re in.”
Rainy looked around the broken down hotel. The one-story building was a dingy yellow, that reminded Rainy of the grass during the winter, just dirty and sad. The hotel appeared to have a couple dozen rooms, each door painted an equally depressing green. Most likely the place had been built in the 70s and had never seen a remodel or upgrade of any kind.
Rainy could imagine the people who built it probably thought the neighborhood was up and coming, only to see it fall in disrepair and poverty.
“Sadness reeks from this place,” said Hoyte.
Rainy nodded. It wasn’t just the colors or the fact there were broken lights over the entrance, holes in the doors, and shingles hanging on by single nails, the atmosphere of the entire neighborhood was heavy with melancholy.
“So how do we find out what room she’s in?” asked Rainy.
Hoyte let out a heavy breath. “I guess we go in and ask.”
“Do you think it’ll be that easy?” Rainy raised an eyebrow.
Hoyte shook his head. “Rainy, I don’t think anything comes easy in this neighborhood.”

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

March Birthday

~~~~~~~It is March!!!~~~~~~~
If you were born this month, you are an Awesome Aquamarine!


Aquamarine " The Stone Of Enlightenment" 
I am helpful in understanding underlying emotional states and interpreting
how you really feel. I sooth fear and increase sensitivity. Wear me close to your heart and feel the sea, recalling dolphin dances with childlike delight

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 32


“I know you have a lot of questions and if Mr. Morgan is willing at a later date I will gladly make the journey to the other side to discuss these questions with you, but right now your life is in danger and you need to stop being foolish.”
“Foolish?” Rainy’s voice continued to crack.
“I know this is a lot,” said her father, his voice growing tender, “but you need to let Hoyte help you with this one. You were always going about trying to do things on your own, never worrying about the danger. You have to worry about the danger now, bug.”
Rainy smiled at the nickname he had always called her.
“Um, Rainy,” came Ned’s voice startling her. She had forgotten he was at the table. “Can you please tell me what’s going on, because I’m super creeped out right now.”
“My dad is talking through Hoyte,” answered Rainy.
“Oh, okay,” said Ned and Rainy could tell he was trying to sound casual, like people got possessed every day and allowed dead people to talk through them.
“Clover needs you. The world needs you,” continued Rainy’s dad through Hoyte. “Honey, I know this isn’t easy, so rely on these gentlemen. You are a super woman, but every super hero I know has had good friends to back them up when help was really needed. Now, stop being stubborn, bug, and go fix this with Hoyte and Ned’s help. I love you.”
Hoyte’s eyes returned to their normal shade as he blinked hard. He pinched his fingers on the bridge of his nose as if trying to clear a sinus headache.
“Would you mind telling your father that I really hate that?” he asked, his voice back to it’s normal tone.
“I’ll tell him,” said Rainy.
“So this migraine I’m getting now, was it worth it?” Hoyte asked. “Did your father talk some sense into you?”
Rainy shrugged nonchalantly. “Come on, let’s go.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Hoyte as he followed Rainy toward the door.
“I need you to drive anyway,” said Rainy trying to mask how shaken she was by speaking with her father. How many times had she longed to speak to her parents one last time? How many times had she wished for their guidance? Too many to count, so she knew the fact that her father came through Hoyte and spoke to her meant the quest they were on was incredibly dangerous and serious.
They got into Hoyte’s car and he started the engine. “Do you want to talk about what just happened? That must’ve been a shock to the system.”
“I really don’t,” said Rainy looking out the window.
“You know you can talk to me,” said Hoyte as he pulled onto the street and headed toward the hotel Lindie Richards had used her credit card at.
“Oh I can talk,” said Rainy, “that’s not the problem. When we were together all I did was talk. The problem was you refused to just listen instead you tried to fix everything. I didn’t need everything fixed, I needed to rant.”
“But when you did need something fixed you came to me,” said Hoyte. “So it wasn’t all bad apparently.”
“Of course it wasn’t all bad,” said Rainy softly. In fact, there were a lot of good times with Hoyte. Leaving him had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but he had made it very clear that staying with him meant a life she didn’t want to live. A live in the spotlight of a famous psychic, a label that came with both prestige and ridicule. “It just wasn’t right.”
“I understand that now,” said Hoyte.
Rainy looked at him and cocked her head. “You do?”

Friday, March 1, 2019

Daring Destiny ~ Part 31


Rainy bit her lip. She wanted nothing more but to make sure Clover was okay, but she was still angry at Ned for lying to her.
“Fine. You stay here and look after Clover, but you tell her nothing about what’s going on with me or where I’m at,” said Rainy. “You know, just keep lying to her. You’re good at that.”
“Low blow,” said Ned, “but I deserve it. I really wanted to tell you the truth Rainy. I hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. I’m really sorry.”
Rainy felt a slight tug at her heart strings. She wanted to forgive Ned. She really did value his friendship and he had gotten her through some crazy times at the store, not to mention coming through with information on Lindie Richards so quickly.
“Fine, I forgive you,” said Rainy, “only because you are about the nicest guy I’ve ever met. How you got mixed up with Hoyte I don’t want to know, but maybe think about the company you keep when they ask you to lie for them.”
“Hey,” said Hoyte, mocking shock, “you know what, she’s right, I’m a jerk for having you lie. Now can we please go see about this Richards lady so we can save your life?”
“We are not going anywhere,” said Rainy. “Ned is going to look after Clover. I’m going to talk to Lindie Richards and you are going home or to your salon or wherever you famous psychics hang out after hours.”
“Rainy Primrose Summerfield.”
Rainy cringed at her full name, it was only ever used when she was in trouble and only used by her father who was no longer among the living.



Chapter 9


Rainy looked over at Hoyte. He stood motionless, his emerald eyes so dark one would think they were black. She had seen him like this one time before. He was in a trance and someone from the beyond was talking through him. At that time she thought it was a parlor trick, but now as those unblinking glassy eyes stared in her direction, she wasn’t sure.
“Rainy, you can’t be serious,” the voice came from Hoyte’s mouth but it was no longer a deep baritone, but a tenor. A tenor that used to be fun loving and worry free. A tenor that sang her to sleep at night and discussed her problems with her over cocoa until they were solved. It was a tenor that told her ‘I love you’ every time he had the chance.
“Dad?” Rainy felt her voice hiccup.
“Yes,” said Hoyte matter-of-factly, “you’ll have to apologize to Mr. Morgan when I’m through here but I couldn’t just stand by and let you make a huge mistake.”
“Dad, are you okay? Is Mom there?” Rainy had so many questions she wanted to ask her parents. Was she doing a good job with Clover? Were they always looking over her? Was he a ghost?
“I know you have a lot of questions and if Mr. Morgan is willing at a later date I will gladly make the journey to the other side to discuss these questions with you, but right now your life is in danger and you need to stop being foolish.”
“Foolish?” Rainy’s voice continued to crack.
“I know this is a lot,” said her father, his voice growing tender, “but you need to let Hoyte help you with this one. You were always going about trying to do things on your own, never worrying about the danger. You have to worry about the danger now, bug.”

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Amethyst Lore



~~~~~Amethyst History & Lore~~~~~






Because of its wine-like color, early Greek legends associated amethyst with Bacchus, the god of wine. Other legends reflected beliefs that amethyst kept its wearer clear-headed and quick-witted in battle and in business affairs. Because amethyst was associated with wine, it was believed that wearing amethyst prevented drunkeness.

Fine amethysts have been set in religious jewelry and royal crown jewels for ages. It was once considered equal in value to ruby, emerald, and sapphire. It’s no wonder that fine amethyst adorns the fingers of bishops as well as the coronation regalia of British royalty.

Amethyst is the birthstone for February and one of the emblems of the twelve apostles.

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