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  “I came back here because I am ill, and I lost my job and my home,” Sophie replied.

  Dr G shook his head and smiled again, a little sadly, as he could feel Sophie’s pain. “You were brought here, just as I was brought here, just as Blue was brought here, just as any of the star children are brought here - to guard the portal.”

  “How do we guard an invisible portal?” Sophie asked.

  “You just do,” Dr G replied.

  “I can’t do anything at the moment, never mind guard some portal or other,” Sophie replied. She was getting angry because she was fearful of not being up to the task. “I’m asleep over sixteen hours a day at the moment. I won’t be much use!”

  Dr G smiled. “In the West you think busy is best. Always busy, busy, busy. Just doing and doing can be very good, but it can also be quite useless. Just ‘being’ can, sometimes, yield greater results.”

  “What do you mean, just ‘being’?” Sophie asked. She did not understand what Dr G meant. But, she would come to understand a great deal more in the years to come.

  Dr G tried to explain. “Your human body, even a broken or ailing body, is anchoring consciousness. That consciousness may be very powerful. What could Nelson Mandela do in prison? He could not ‘do’ anything; yet his ‘being’ inspired millions of other people to do something. His ‘being’ was just as important as everyone else’s doing.”

  “I don’t think comparing me to Nelson Mandela is quite suitable,” Sophie replied.

  Dr G was not to be put off. “Anchoring the incoming compassion through your body means that it can flow into many other people. This requires you ‘being’ here; whether you do anything else or not.”

  Robert interjected, “You are valuable to us all, Sophie. Don’t ever think that because you are not well that you are less important than anyone else.”

  “I presume we won’t be getting paid for guarding this dragon portal?” Sophie asked. “Spirituality doesn’t buy food and shelter unless you are part of a monastery or institution.”

  Dr G nodded. “When we cannot do for ourselves, allowing others to help us helps them. Their generosity and selflessness feeds their compassion and puts their compassion into action.”

  Robert was feeling tired and felt as if they were getting nowhere fast. “What does all this have to do with my mother wanting to sell Little Eden?” he asked directly.

  Dr G looked at him as if he should already know the answer and did not speak. Robert liked Dr G, but at times he found his delivery of wisdom rather infuriating!

  “I think, maybe, your mother has been sent to Little Eden to try and get all the guardians away from the portal,” Sophie explained. “If we all have to move out, there will be no one to anchor the compassion as it flows through.”

  “So, it’s not just about the money then?” Robert asked, a little surprised.

  Dr G shook his head in agreement. “Your mother is motivated by greed. Greed is her dark side. When we hold attachments to the material world we can be easily corrupted and manipulated by fear. The darkness seeks out fear; it feeds on fear - it is Fear. The guardians must be strong enough to conquer all their fears. Guardians must have pure hearts.”

  “Who are these guardians?” Robert asked.

  Dr G replied. “Sophie, Blue, Alice, Elijah, Tambo and you, Robert. There will be others, when they are ready.”

  “But, Blue is only five years old, and the others are still children!” Robert exclaimed.

  “Indeed!” Dr G nodded. “Star children carry different DNA already and they will slowly change mankind and the planet.”

  “Do you mean there will be a whole new species of human?” Sophie gasped.

  “Indeed.” Dr G touched her arm to settle her. He could feel fear coming from her in waves. “Fear creates the wheel of karma. The new arrivals cannot carry karma over and over into lifetime after lifetime in the same way as we do; it makes the energy too dense for them to survive in. Samsara must not be the same for them as it is for us.”

  “I said it was like a new operating system!” Robert nodded.

  “A fresh start?” Sophie shrugged. “What if they just mess up the ley lines too? Fill them with fear?”

  “That is for them to decide,” Dr G replied.

  “I don’t think I like the idea of being an extreme cleaner!” Sophie said. “I hope there are plenty of light workers around the world with their etheric marigolds and their astral loo -brushes at the ready. I don’t fancy doing this alone!”

  Dr G smiled; he was always amused at how prosaically Sophie saw the spiritual world. “Each dragon portal has its own team of extreme cleaners, as you call them. Corruption must be cleared to make way for a new way of thinking. At present, humans align their consciousness to the Sun. This makes them selfish, self-centred and male-orientated. The star children align themselves to Venus. This makes them compassionate, caring and female-orientated.”

  Robert held up his hands. “Enough!” he said in exasperation. “This is too much to take in! To understand! Why Little Eden? Why us? Why here? I do not understand!!!”

  “Why do you create the Star Child Academy here in Little Eden?” Dr G smiled. “Lilly knew the dragon portal here is one of the most important portals in the world. She knew we needed the star children to come here.”

  Sophie sighed. “It seems unlikely; I mean, there are far more famous holy sites around the world than our little corner of London - Stonehenge, for example.”

  “Do not be deceived by ordinary appearances!” Dr G reminded her. “Do you think important work is done in the middle of Piccadilly Circus, as you say here. You are using Western thinking again. You think busy places are important places, but they are not the places to do serious work. No, no, no, indeed! One must also have secret places, quiet places, safe places.”

  “But, shouldn’t you be a guardian too?” Sophie asked, rather wishing she had not been given such a job. “You are the most qualified here, after all.”

  Dr G smiled. “I guard the guardians! You guard the portal.”

  “But, we don’t know how to guard this portal!” Sophie said, exasperated.

  “Do what you are guided to do, when you are guided to do it. That is all,” Dr G replied.

  Sophie half laughed and half wanted to cry. “Well, thanks Dr G,” Sophie said sadly, “All you’ve told me makes perfect sense and has been very helpful! Not!”

  “Let me get this straight!” Robert said suddenly. “My mother is being coerced by the dark forces, who are using her past life experiences to fuel her current greed. Selling Little Eden looks like a simple case of money grabbing, but you are suggesting that the real reason is so that this dragon portal, which is apparently under the Abbey, is left without guardians, who happen to be me, Sophie and a bunch of kids. And all this is so that the dark side (whoever they are) can stop this new light from coming in; which according to you is like some kind of spiritual toilet cleaner or compassionate bleach! And, all because there are some star kids being born as humans who have a special DNA inside them, and they want to live in a happier world and do not want to keep reincarnating like we do?”

  Dr G just sat back on his cushion, smiling with his whole face, as only a lama can do. His eyes twinkled, and in his usual enigmatic way, he said nothing more.

  When Robert and Sophie left, they were a little shaken and forlorn. They stopped at the corner of Little Eve Street and Sophie looked up at the sky to see millions of snowflakes scattering downwards in a haze of grey and speckled white. She held out her hand and they came to rest on her glove. She remembered some of the lines from a poem she had once read:

  The rise of human-kind

  is not an ascension of some...

  …knit with seven billion snowflakes

  none the same

  connected, geometric matrix

  all in hand

&n
bsp; Crystalline*

  Sophie sighed.

  “Do you believe Dr G?” Robert suddenly asked her.

  “What do you mean?” Sophie replied.

  Robert shrugged. “About the dragon portal and a new species of human?”

  Sophie smiled a little sadly. “I suppose I do. It would explain a few things about this place and about lots of things actually. Aunt Lilly said something to me and Luce the day before she died, and I thought she was just over dramatizing as she often did, but now I think she knew something was going on.”

  “What did she say?” Robert asked.

  “She said that we were guardians of this place and that we must always respect the Abbey, no matter what we thought of religion. She said the whole town is a sacred place and always has been and always will be. She said people would be waking up and not to be afraid. She said that I was here for a reason and to be brave. I thought she was just trying to be kind about me being ill and her dying.”

  “I don’t understand it myself. I don’t see how our little town could be so important to anyone but us. I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to do. I understand that star children are special kids, but a new species of human? I think Dr G is going too far this time.”

  “Why should there not be a new species emerging? It has happened several times before,” Sophie replied, stamping her feet to keep warm, as she was starting to feel the cold.

  “Not in our lifetime surely!” Robert replied.

  “That’s rather arrogant don’t you think?” Sophie grimaced.

  “How do you mean?”

  “Well, humans have developed and changed over millions of years. There have been at least three species of human already. The world does not stop changing just because we think it sounds outlandish. We are living through a massive cosmic energy shift that cannot be easily explained because we don’t have the luxury of hindsight, but when it’s all over it will become history and we will have been part of that.”

  “I suppose nothing stays the same forever,” Robert admitted.

  Sophie sighed. “Something is happening to the planet and to mankind: I can feel it. It’s as if the whole planet is wobbling on its axis and sensitive souls are wobbling with it. I feel as if we are gathering speed and are going to be thrown through the ozone layer into another vibration, like a basketball through a hoop.”

  “Well, let’s hope it’s a slam dunk!” Robert laughed.

  Chapter 12

  ~ * ~

  The next day Lucy had found it hard to get out of bed again!

  The Café was due to open the next day and the amount of preparation she needed to do overwhelmed her. She was struck by a strong sensation to run away and started to panic. She presumed she was coming down with something and felt her forehead, which didn’t feel particularly hot or cold. She thought the best thing to do was to take a hot shower, but the heat of the steam made her feel distinctively dizzy and with that - she crashed to the floor!

  As Lucy regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was her sister fanning her with a magazine. She could hear Sophie’s voice calling, “Luce! Wake up! Wake up!” and then she could hear someone running up the stairs.

  Jack burst in - breathless and covered in snow. “Is she alright?” he asked, as he rushed to kneel beside Lucy, who was dazed and naked, except for a hand towel that Sophie had quickly draped over her.

  If you are wondering, dear readers, if Jack knew that Lucy was in distress via telepathy or something psychic of that sort, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but in this instance it was science that prevailed in the form of a txt message from Sophie, which she had sent immediately on seeing Lucy lying out cold on the bathroom floor!

  “I heard an almighty crash from in here and there she was - out cold on the floor!” Sophie explained. “I thought for a minute she was dead! The shower was going. I got soaked before I could turn it off. My heart nearly burst out of my chest with fright! Then of course, I realised she’d probably just fainted - like she did when we were younger. She hasn’t fainted in years. “Luce, are you alright? Talk to me, Luce!”

  “Did she hit her head?” Jack asked, going into ‘first aid’ mode.

  “I don’t think she hit her head,” Sophie said, examining Lucy as much as she could.

  “I didn’t hit my head,” Lucy said, trying to sit up. “It doesn’t hurt anyway. I just blacked out! I felt weird when I got up earlier.”

  “Come on, back to bed, little lady,” Jack said, carrying her to her room where he laid her on the bed. Sophie dried her down with some big soft towels and pulled the covers over her. Lucy lay there for a few seconds and then sat up in distress, “I can’t lie here, there’s too much to do!”

  Sophie frowned as she wrung out her own pyjama top. “There is a lot to do, but if the Café stays closed another day, it’s not life or death!”

  “But we are fully booked all day! It would mean ringing everyone, and when could we fit them in? We are fully booked ‘til March!” Lucy groaned and lay back against the pillows.

  “A victim of your own success, eh!” Jack said smiling. “Don’t worry old girl! We can do anything that needs doing!”

  “You don’t know where anything is or what needs doing!” Lucy replied, feeling as if she just wanted to go to sleep. Her head and heart were thumping. Sophie looked in the drawer of the bedside table for some Rainbow Rescuer but the bottle was empty.

  “We don’t know exactly what to do, that’s true!” Sophie replied. “But I know plenty of people who do! Leave it to us. It will all be done. Just wait and see!” She tucked Lucy up in the duvet and took Jack out onto the landing. “Jack!” Sophie said in a hushed voice. “Call Mrs B and ask her if she can come this morning. She was coming this afternoon anyway, and then call Tosha and tell her to get as many hands on deck as she can! Tell her it’s an emergency! Try and get them to come ASAP!”

  “Right ho!” Jack said and got out his phone.

  Sophie went to make some tea and took it back into Lucy. “Now!” Sophie told her sister kindly. “Drink this and hold this smoky quartz - it will help put your aura back together! I’ll go over to the new shop and see if they have any Rainbow Rescuers. Here, I’ll put on some wave music - it always makes you feel more relaxed.”

  Lucy nodded and sighed. If the truth be told, she wasn’t very comfortable taking over No.1 Daisy Place Café-Bookshop from Aunt Lilly. She suddenly found herself in the position of matriarch - she was the one at the top of the family tree. She was the person who everyone else would look to for help and advice. It was a daunting place to find herself in so suddenly! She would have to make the decisions, take all the responsibility for the business, the family, and the money. Her admiration for her aunt went up a thousand fold as she realised how much Lilly had taken on her own shoulders over the years. How did she cope? Lucy thought to herself. She took us on as babies, gave up her career and took over the Café to support us; she must have wanted to run away a million times. After a few minutes, however, she could feel the sounds of the soothing waves retuning her body and mind, and she felt her anxiety and tension fade into peacefulness and relaxation.

  Very soon the Café was a hive of activity with everyone buzzing about. There is nothing like a crisis to bring out the best in people and make things work out just fine in the end.

  Mrs B popped upstairs to see if Lucy was okay and perched beside her on the bed. Lucy opened her eyes and smiled. “Is there anything I can get you, my love?” Mrs B asked her.

  “No, I’m alright,” Lucy said. “Is the Café okay?”

  “Of course it is, my love!” Mrs B said reassuringly. “There has been a Café of sorts on this site for over a thousand years and hopefully there will be one here for a thousand more. We can cope with everything. We all love this place as much as you do, you know that.”

  It suddenly dawned on Lucy that the Café staff w
ere as in love with Daisy Place as she was! It was somewhere where they were always welcome, where they felt needed and appreciated, and above all it was a place they could feel safe in. Suddenly, her heart sank as she thought of Little Eden being sold and her friends finding out that their beloved Café would exist no more.

  “There is nothing we are given in life that we cannot cope with,” Mrs B said. “Have faith.”

  Lucy sighed. “I struggle to keep the faith, Mrs B, when I see good people, like Sophie, hurting, and poor people starving, and innocent children being abused all over the world, and billionaires buying diamond encrusted cars instead of helping others. Sometimes I just feel overwhelmed by it all.”

  Mrs B patted Lucy’s hand. “Have faith in the saints, my love,” Mrs B said and held out a necklace she was wearing which depicted St Therese of Lisieux. “My grandma said to me on her death bed, ‘Patricia, she said, never forget the true saints. They are your comfort and your guides through life and through death’. I was only nine years old, but I took her word for it and she was right! No matter how bad life gets, the only wisdom I know, is to accept what life brings, to forgive yourself and others, and to pray for comfort and strength every day.”

  “But sometimes when I pray, nothing happens,” Lucy admitted.

  “What is it you hope will happen, my dear?” Mrs B asked her, as she tucked in the duvet.

  “I ask for things and they don’t happen or I don’t get them,” Lucy replied.

  “You make it sound like God is a mail order catalogue!” Mrs B smiled, plumping the pillows. “Prayer is about finding the comfort and the courage to face what is happening, my love.”

  “I wonder sometimes, if it’s worth praying or wishing at all!” Lucy mused. “The Law of Attraction says if you wish hard enough for something it will happen. But it doesn’t seem to be working and only bad things seem to happen.” Lucy sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

  “I don’t know about the Law of Attraction, my love,” Mrs B replied, “All I know is that I feel a wave of comfort and joy when I pray, even when life is at its worst. When bad things happen it means I have to pray even harder because I need extra help to cope with them.”