Web Site: Chapter one - the awakening clan
In my first awakening novel The Awakening Clan Ingrid, one of Annelies students, writes how her reality changes due to her own desire to awaken her soul purpose. Annelies’ ascension workshop teaches types of decoding exercises in order to activate the genetic cellular memory of her students.
Apeldoorn - Holland.
"Are you awake?” The popular song on ‘The Awakening’ playing on her car radio was asking.
A hidden smile dimpled her cheek as she recalled the mystical encounter from the previous night. The words ‘Are you awake?’ made her heart soft, reinstating her enthusiasm for life that crisp Tuesday morning. Strong, resolute hands holding the steering wheel started to drum with the beat. Ingrid’s silk blouse under her elegant suit portrayed a graceful, sensual woman, mature but still youthful.
Apeldoorn’s business centre hummed with activity. After parking her car for the day she noticed a big sign in a newly-opened book shop called ‘The Power of Words’ advertising: Ascension workshops Starting Soon!
Good grief how intriguing. The word ‘ascension’ raised her spirits even more. She dashed around the corner through the wide glass doors of Pleasure Parks modern office building. The tall palms in the foyer half-hid the receptionist. As the elevator door’s infrared detector responded to her body heat, her colleague Carla, who looked like she’d just fallen out of bed, called out…
“Hi! Stunning suit! Trying to dazzle someone?”
Carla, was both clever and fun-loving with a good sense of humour.
Ingrid loved her job. She administered the maintenance of twelve holiday resorts throughout Europe, outlined artistic impressions for their new developments and did some PRO work. All this kept her from being bored. The chief attractions of Pleasure Parks resorts were the exotic fantasy gardens with a wide-range of bathing and suntanning beaches combined with wave pools, gymnasiums, health clubs and shops galore. These extensive facilities were situated under one big glass geodesic dome that assured a subtropical climate all year round.
She had been looking for the right job for some time. Then eighteen months previously this position became available and her three grown-up children encouraged her to apply for it.
Her move to the outskirts of the town ‘Apeldoorn’, after her husband Jan’s death, had been very difficult. Leaving the harbour city of Rotterdam she had shared with him for 23 years, closed a chapter in her life.
Ingrid glanced through the glass partition of her office. Marijke, her down-to-earth assistant, who programmed and invoiced the holiday bookings from the ANWB VVV offices all over Holland into their database, was late.
Marijke had lost her little boy, Kees, in a car accident four months previously and she had great difficulty coming to terms with her loss. Her grief still hung around her like glue. Thinking about Kees made Ingrid recollect her own grievous times after Jan’s death, but her mystical encounter the previous night marked a turning point.
She was about to switch her computer on when suddenly she froze... A message had appeared on her screen! The question was very bright and clear!
<Would you like to take part in the Awakening Process?>
How weird! Her computer! It was NOT ON! How was that possible? She sat for a moment like a statue. Nobody took any notice of her. Marijke appeared, apologising for being late as she popped her head round the door. Looking back at her screen the words were still there, very bold and clear, but her monitor was NOT ON! She grabbed the mouse and at that moment the screen went blank! HOW WEIRD! Hearing the song on the radio ‘Are you awake’; seeing the new bookshop that advertised a workshop on ascension, and now this. Was this a coincidence?
The loud melody of her desk phone jolted her back to the reality of the workplace. It was someone from the Tree Fern Landscapers & Construction firm. Her thoughts were still somersaulting while she stared at her dark screen.
“To whom am I speaking?” she asked, since a man’s penetrating voice brought her back to the present.
“Toon Haardens. This firm has changed hands, I see that we do a lot of business with your company.” In a self-assured manner he carried on speaking to someone in the background who had just walked in. When he handed her over to Nel, his receptionist, she picked up on his irritation with Nel. Glancing at her desk phone the digital time display said nine twenty, Ingrid felt the man was justified. After giving Nel the information Mr. Haardens wanted she was about to switch on her PC when her screen lit up again, like it did when a fatal error occurred. But the words!
<I asked you a question? Do you want to take part in the Awakening process?>
She jumped off her chair as the adrenaline surged through her bloodstream. Were the words meant for her? Slowly she sat down again, staring at the large yellow letters on a blue screen.
<Who are you?> With trembling fingers she typed in response, seeing to her amazement her own text appearing underneath the question. Someone must be playing a trick on her, surely? Or her PC must be on!
<No. Nobody is playing a trick on you. I asked a question! And... I am you: a multidimensional spiritual being.>
That remark! With whom was she...? Everyone was working at their computers as if things were normal. Well, things were, but what was going on in her mind? Then the text changed.
<I am your mind.>
That stunned her! Who was reading her mind?
<Explain to me what you mean by: my mind?> Her own text showed again underneath the large bold caps.
<Your mind and the mind of the collective mind are all the same!>
<Oh, sure! Meaning what?> Her heart was pounding.
<You live in an intelligent and benevolent holographic universe. Have you forgotten?>
What did that mean, holographic? Who was this?
<Truly, I speak because you are always asking questions; and you are entitled to be told the truth. You asked to live this life to your full potential, did you not? The time is critical!>
She stared spellbound wondering how on earth someone could know her thoughts? Her heart raced, with shaking fingers she ...
<Are you real? Let me know HOW you can express yourself on my computer when it seems to be switched off>
Marijke stuck her head around the office door.
“Ingrid, are you busy? Have you got a minute?”
“I’ve got myself into a muddle; I’ll be with you soon.” She repressed her tone in a soft, calm voice, but inside she felt electrified with curiosity. Ingrid was good at viewing life objectively, but this!
<I am the wind, the ocean and the air; If you have a need to call me by a name, you may call me P–O–W–A–H.>appeared on her screen.
It was real! Her computer was off! ...There was no task bar, no icons, just what looked like a test screen. Was she the only person seeing it? She was not in a trance. She could hear all the noises around her. Nobody had taken any notice of her. Was she experiencing a higher frequency of thought? What was going on? Her bewilderment was once again interrupted by Marijke.
“Sorry, Ingrid, but I have a client on the line. She wants to book her holiday bungalow in Tilburg for July but she wants to know if there are any buttercups or cup of gold creepers growing at the new complex in Tilburg. She’s very insistent. She read somewhere that those flowers are very poisonous and she’s worried about her small children.”
She would have to find that out from Nel, whom she had just spoken to and whose firm handled the landscaping.
“Marijke tell the client that you will look into it and phone her back. That will keep her happy.”
Ingrid peered at her now blank computer screen. The text had clearly stated that she had asked to live this life to her full potential. Now who would know her own private thoughts? She turned the computer on and after a moment her familiar taskbar and icons appeared. She resumed typing on her keypad to whoever it was while her blood was pulsating in her throat.
<POWAH? Where are you from? You say you are me! Do you mean you are my own mind?> This was so silly! What was she doing? Nothing happened! That felt even more unnerving. Was she talking to herself? Was this all happening in her own imagination? Gosh, while staring at the terminal she recalled the extraordinary experience of last evening.
<How do you know what I want?> she typed again. If someone was playing a trick on her, she had fallen for it big time.
<Do you know what you want Kitty?>
<YES, I do! But...how did you know my nickname?> Her amazement increased…thinking…
<Mmm ...What exactly do you want to know, and why?>
After that question she just sat there transfixed. Why? She wanted to know the truth about life! She would then understand life better and why things happened. Her mind raced as new text jumped suddenly back onto her screen:
<Kitty, you have the right intention, and that is everything in life. You want to experience things, to know things. From now on we will have a working relationship. You will grow in awareness with the ‘coding system’ we are working on together. It’s time to prepare you and others for your awakening process Love P–O–W–A–H>
Her screen now reverted back to the screen saver.
Who was reading her mind? That was how it felt. What could have been meant by ‘a coding system’? What was she getting herself into now? Who was communicating with her on her computer? How? From where?....
Continue ...... Chapter1/2
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