First Light (eBook)

A Mackay Trilogy

Carol Mackay Mertz (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
336 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3509-9806-1 (ISBN)

Infos

First Light is a novel about prophesy, destiny, and life in this current evolutionary age. It is the 3rd generation of characters you are introduced to in First Light. They are Morgan and Zach. It is the 4th generation that will do the heavy lifting in the future, but not without the DNA, gifts, and mentoring of their parents and grandparents. It is fiction and aspects of real life channeled through a higher perspective by the author. As each solar flare brings in new plasma consciousness in each present moment, evolution and humanity are served and their course is accelerated. Carol brings this evolutionary agenda into the mundane. What does it look like to be in the middle of a universal growth spurt? The characters offer us a glimpse into the world we are creating, helping us to see what a new world will look like, one kindness, one dark night of the soul, one light filled day at a time.

Carol Mackay Mertz has been a practicing artist for 34 years. She retired from her active art festival schedule recently. As an award winning artist, she carved stone, cast bronze, created in papier mâché and plaster, and painted canvas. After her retirement, she turned to her 30 year old manuscripts. Before art came writing. She recognized that what she had written in the 1990's was happening now in the present. Why wait 34 years to pursue writing? Her guides encouraged her to write from the perspective of the 90's but that now was the time to continue the story with perspectives from this present moment. She has written 8 manuscripts on this topic of evolution in our everyday lives. First Light is her first publication.

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First Light is a novel about soul prophesy, destiny, and life in this current evolutionary age. It is the 3rd generation of characters you are introduced to in First Light. They are Morgan and Zach. It is the 4th generation who will do the heavy lifting in the future, but not without the DNA, gifts, and mentoring of their parents and grandparents. Higher consciousness is asking humans to embody higher aspects of themselves. The evolutionary imperative of the current era is to integrate thought, perceptions, and heart coherence at a higher level in the ever widening spiral experience of life. First Light is an opportunity to experience win/lose situations as they morph into a win/win scenarios. A chance to see what happens when humans use their five senses that are beyond our current five physical senses. Clairaudience: defined currently as hearing something not present to the ear. Clairsentience: defined currently as sensing the emotions of others, clear feeling, empathic intuition. Clairvoyance: the ability to see things that are not physically present. Clairalience: the ability to smell things that are not physically present. Clairgustance: the ability to taste foods when they are not present. Claircognizance: the ability to receive information that comes directly from source, creation, guides, angels, etc. First Light helps the reader to recognize the five higher senses that they themselves may have already experienced and to affirm that experience. As these senses come into common experience, it is going to be important for humanity to trust them with discretion, use them to live life and in some cases to save lives. The author has always had claircognizance and sculpted and painted abstract ideas that wanted expression. She co-creates with higher levels of thought. Most all of the ideas that came from creation are about evolution and creation. Most artists have this faculty. In writing, Carol sees the physical scenes in great detail as they unfold, and hears the dialogue being spoken. When Zach first kisses Morgan in a scene of the book, he tastes strawberries, (clairgustance). As Morgan had not been eating strawberries, this was a higher sense expressing itself in the ecstatic magical moment of reunion, for they were always destined to meet and marry. Carol brings this evolutionary agenda into the mundane. What does it look like to be in the middle of a universal growth spurt? The characters offer us a glimpse into the world we are creating, helping us to see what a new world will look like, one kindness, one dark night of the soul, one light filled day at a time.

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Chapter One

The Prophesy

Shenandoah County, Virginia 1980

The heat of the day still lingered in the soft dusk of approaching night in Morgan’s grandmother’s large vegetable garden. The updated stone summer kitchen sat in the middle of the half-acre kitchen garden surrounded by an old-fashioned woven stick fence. The smells of garlic, fresh basil, mint and pungent apples always cast a spell on Morgan’s senses. She loved to watch her grandmother magically manifest a dinner for 2 or 24. The smell of bread baking in the brick oven could always bring her back to that kitchen and the best summer meals she’d ever eaten.

Her dad’s mother, Sophie, was the daughter of a French chef and a Seneca wise woman. Grannie Sophie came by her intuitive cuisine honestly. She limited her catering business to three events a month because she had more important things to do now. Morgan and her siblings seemed to know they were the most important things in Grannie’s life.

Her grandfather, Granda Walter, was Scots Canadian and wore a kilt often when he rode his horse and split wood. He was a civil engineer and had built a good many bridges in the Shenandoah Valley. He also raised chickens, a few French pigs, and some dairy cows to keep his wife in fresh eggs, bacon, milk and butter.

Morgan’s mom’s parents, Grammie Lily and Grandpa Andrew lived nearby in a mountainous cabin. Lily wrote novels and Andrew was a retired veterinarian. The two sets of grandparents gave the twins their horses for their coming-of-age birthday today.

It was Grannie Sophie’s mother, Great Grandma Abusson who gave the girls their first soul reading. It was given at their birth but would only be revealed to them as they crossed the bridge from childhood into young adulthood. In many ways Morgan was ready to cross it, just itching to make her life up as she went along. But there was also that normal amount of resistance mortals seemed to put up before they made that leap of faith into a new phase of their lives. Morgan was no different in that respect, though she was certainly different in many other respects from other girls her age, and her sister.

Arial and she were not identical and at 12 made every effort to be as different as they could get. Arial was more attuned to appearances, clothing, and boys. Arial liked to ride but her new horse was chosen for its gentleness, whereas Morgan’s new horse was chosen and bred for endurance racing. Morgan was naming her horse Oberon, king of the Faires, which segued into Morgan’s story writing.

Arial was naming her horse Adagio. Arial loved music. She had mastered the piano competently, but her voice was her real instrument. Her tonal values were clear and pure and went straight to your heart. She was too young to know this yet, but her parents and grandparents recognized her natural talent and were mentoring her carefully now that she was getting older.

They all realized there was the possibility that she’d be able to make singing a profession if she chose. But they wanted her to choose, to grow into the longing that would give her the courage, a career of singing would demand.

The girls both had long blond straight hair. They both still had slender boyish profiles, no breasts yet, much to Arial’s disgust and Morgan’s glee. Morgan reasoned that breasts were a liability for both highland dancing and endurance horse racing, and she was personally hoping she’d never grow any.

Morgan liked snakes, frogs, and animals of all sorts. She didn’t mind dirt or long hard days of practice or riding or doing farm chores. She wrote stories, mostly about animals, and she’d been writing them ever since she could draw.

She loved her baby brother, Angus, and despite her unwillingness to grow up in the same ways as her more feminine sister, she thought she’d enjoy being a mother someday. Angus was a lot like the animals with whom she had developed a natural rapport. He was this little entity of joy to her. She loved her other brother, Hamish, in a different way than Angus. She’d never rocked Hamish to sleep, or fed him a bottle, or made him feel safe by holding him when he was a baby. She loved to rock Angus. It gave her as much comfort, she suspected, as it did him.

Morgan looked up at the long back porch where Arial was just rising from the porch swing giving Grannie Sophie a quiet hug. The sound of Arial’s new red shoes on the wooden porch ended with the crash of the wide wooden screen door as she went back to their birthday party her parents were throwing the twins at Grannie’s house.

It was Morgan’s turn to hear her prophecy, but she knew Grannie Sophie wouldn’t rush her. She guessed she’d better come out from behind the pumpkins and face the music.

Morgan sighed and turned out onto the brick garden walk and shuffled down past the squash and cucumbers, loving the fragrance of the sweet peas and honeysuckle along the fence, which perfumed the night and made it even more magical.

She bit her lower lip and pasted on a smile, climbing the four steps onto the porch. “Grannie, can I get you some lemonade or something?”

Grannie Sophie chuckled at that, “The longer you put this off, the better. Is that what you think?”

Morgan slumped down on the swing, putting her hands to her chin resting them on her knees. “Gran, why am I like this? I bet Arial loved hearing about her destiny.” Morgan paused,” Gran, what if I can’t do it? What if I’m not smart enough, or strong enough, or brave enough? What if I can’t do what I’ve come to do?”

Grannie Sophie reached for Morgan and pulled her close to rest against her side, so she could calm her with touch. Sophie spent some time just helping Morgan relax.

When Morgan’s breathing slowed, Sophie began, “My dearest granddaughter, this reading is not about what you will do in your life. Only you can decide how you will live your destiny. This is a gentle reminder about why you came into this life. You get to make up the adventure of living it. Even after you hear what Grandma Abusson has said of your life here, it will take you many years to understand the full meaning of what she has said. You are the creator of your life and no one else.”

Morgan snuggled deeper into her grandmother’s side, expostulating, “That’s what I’m talking about. What if I’m not good enough to make it up?”

Sophie smiled deeply. “You my sweet girl are a master at making up stories. That’s all life is you know…your own story. And however, you decide to live it, is OK.”

Sophie took Morgan’s chin in her hand to look her in the eye. “Do you hear that? The creation story that is your life is beautiful no matter what you choose. That’s what life is all about…the living of it. It’s not about achieving great things, though you may end up doing that along the way, it’s about living each day plain and simple. It’s also about learning. And all your learning is good even when it doesn’t feel that way in the moment. Sometimes you learn a whole lot more when you get an F than when you get an A on a school report.”

Morgan grinned at that, as Grandpa Walter was always after them to get F’s. He once told them he’d give them a twenty-dollar bill for every F they got. Neither Arial nor Morgan was brave enough to get an F, but Hamish was going to make out quite well on his end of year report card this term.

Sophie smiled finally, feeling Morgan at ease. “Right! So let me read this once and then it’ll be yours to hold and read whenever you might have need of it.”

Morgan sat up straighter and took a deep calming breath. She nodded as a signal for Gran to start.

Gran’s voice changed its tone. She spoke with the slight accent Morgan had heard her great Grandmother Abusson use. It was the sing-song cadence which lulled the listener into their own sacred soul space. She smiled and listened intently.

Dearest Morgan,

These are the visions of your father’s grandmother, Helena Abusson, She Who Sees Through Veils. When you and your sister were born, she had this vision for you.

Grandma Abusson is a rare and beautiful wisdom keeper. These visions were done in love, great love for you and your shining purpose here in life. Many blessings, Grannie Sophie.

Greetings to my great granddaughter, Morgan Lily Mackay Harmony. Know I am with you in spirit always. Whenever you read this, I shall be near. Listen to the bird calls and hear my spirit on the wind. I love you greatly. We are one.

Your life well lived depends on you honoring your intuition and feelings. Your feelings are the key to your happiness. Whatever you feel is right for you is the proper path to take. Do not pay attention to what society deems proper, safe, or wise. You must act on your own knowing and the way will be smooth.

Your destiny is marked by a bright and shining star that is the source of your energy and purpose in this life. Your gifts shall be revealed to you by one who shall hold you dear and who you in return shall love deeply.

You are a storyteller and with that gift you shall share the story with others. Your message is true. As the tides change, and the stories evolve you shall share your own hope and joy. And that, dear one, is your only task…to live in joy.

You have a soul friend this life who will join you in...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 19.4.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3509-9806-1 / 9798350998061