Dark Karma: Sword of Vengeance

By Laura Simmons

Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Magical realism

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     “Those criminals were the scum of the earth posing as benevolent humanitarians while masterminding a child slavery ring, leading many unfortunate little ones to a life of misery and ruin. After the fight was over and the bad guys hauled away in handcuffs, I surveyed the ransacked office from the astral realm … and it called to me,” she said.
    She had played a crucial role in helping the CIA, FBI, and Interpol locate and bring them to justice. Being a CIA psychic for over fifteen years, her ability to uncover hidden information and physical items was unparalleled. Her skills included telekinesis on both the physical and astral planes, with the unique talent of bringing objects back with her.
     “Did you take something from the astral?” he asked.
     Nodding she replied, “Yes, but it’s not something I normally do. Taking items while in astral form always makes me violently sick when I return to my body. I figure it’s the universe’s way of punishing me for stealing, but I couldn’t help myself.”
     “Tell me more, my sweet,” he said, reaching out to hold her hand.
     “The room began to fill with twinkling, dust-like particles, which were coming from behind an overturned desk. I looked behind it and saw a softly glowing rock. It looked like a common river rock, but it was emitting a warm, golden glow. Its twinkling dust surrounded me, begging me to take it. My astral body was disguised as a Pitbull. It’s safer for me to shift into an animal in case malevolent entities are lurking about. At that moment I didn’t care if it made me sick when I returned. I was taking this rock home. When I returned here, I expected to be running to the bathroom and puking my guts out which would be followed by a migraine. The sickness never came,” she stated. “I carry it with me sometimes, although it’s so powerful it takes time to get adjusted to the
energy.”
     “When you got home, did you have the rock in your mouth? How do you bring items back?” he asked with a chuckle, amazed that she could shapeshift on the astral.
     She laughed and said, “Yes, I had it in my mouth. How else would a dog carry something? First, I concentrate on the object and there will be a moment when I can touch it. Then I get a tingling sensation in my hands and fingers. Once I grab hold of it, it stays with me unless I change my mind and set it back down.”
     “Since you were disguised as a dog, did you get the sensation in your paws?”
     “Yes.”
     “Does this unusual rock enhance your abilities?”
     “Yes. I’m glad you have an open mind about these things; otherwise, you will freak out when I tell you that it enables me to teleport wherever I wish to go. I focus on my destination, relax, close my eyes and I’m there. I’ve only done it a few times. It will sometimes create things from my thoughts, so I have to be very careful when I handle it. I keep it hidden most of the time. I should have been more cautious when I first started working with it by building psychic walls to block other astral travelers. I failed to do that, and now someone knows I have it and will go to great lengths to take it. I don’t blame them for wanting it, but it’s mine. In answer to your earlier question, I used the rock to help heal my leg. Obviously, it’s not one-hundred percent better, but it’s pretty close. I didn’t want the doctors asking too many questions, so I didn’t heal it completely. I’m going to let it finish healing on its own,” she concluded.
     He was astonished and thought this was the stuff of fantasy. Gently rubbing his thumb over hers, he asked, “Where did you teleport to? And what have you created with it?”
     Amused, she replied, “I was thinking about my sister, Madison, and how I hadn’t visited her for almost a year. The next thing I know, I’m standing in her living room and she sees me and screams. I was standing there with my mouth open and unable to speak. We gradually recovered from the shock, and now whenever I talk to her she asks me about my adventures with it.”
     “Wow ... I guess everything we think of as being just a fantasy, is actually real,” he replied. “Did you think yourself home?”
     She laughed, answering, “That’s exactly what I did. I’m glad she lives alone so we didn’t have to explain it to anyone.”
     “Tell me what you created!” he insisted.
     “I created wealth. I’m rich beyond my wildest dreams, but I prefer to live simply and work now and then for the Agency. I don’t want unnecessary attention. Would you like to see how it works?”
     “Yes!”
     She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. Then he watched her lift her hand and draw a square shape into the air with her index finger. She reached inside retrieving a small wooden box and setting it on the table.
     “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” she said while he sat there with his mouth open; his dark brown eyes wide with disbelief.
     “You are truly gifted,” he commented, his heart thumping. He had seen many extraordinary things in his life, but nothing like this.
     She opened the box to display a plain looking, smooth, grayish-white rock which fit neatly in her hand.

     “Plain and powerful,” he said. “Can you retrieve it from anywhere?”
     “Yes, that’s what I did in the hospital. It’s not completely plain though. Look at the carving on this side,” she said, turning it over and showing him the etching of a large tree carved into the stone. “It must have been spelled by a powerful psychic or shaman. I get the feeling that it hasn’t revealed all of its secrets to me yet.”
     “Can I hold it?” he asked.
     “Sure. Place it in your palm and think of something you’d like to buy me,” she joked.
     He held it in his palm, closing his fingers around it. He felt a pleasing surge of warmth encompass his body. Its energy made him feel happy and hopeful, almost giddy. His expression softened, he looked into her eyes and thought of something he’d like to buy her one day. He saw it in a magazine advertisement recently and admired its simple beauty. To his amazement, it materialized on the table.
     She opened the small velvet box that appeared in front of her, and squealed with delight. “Oh my God! Luke!”



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