A slight breeze gently lifted the sheer curtain in the library of the older two storied home. Laurel dropped her pen onto the legal pad she had been reading and walked to the window. A storm was blowing in across the ocean. She breathed in deeply, savoring the smell of the ocean breeze, embracing the clouds that gathered out across the water. It was beautiful here.
She had grown up in South Dakota, the only child of a Blackfoot Shaman. She had been named after the springs that ran beside the place where her mother had given birth to her; a natural birth that was uneventful and properly celebrated as was the Blackfoot custom. Children must be welcomed! And, she was.
Laurel had attended public schools and seemingly had enjoyed a normal childhood. Certainly her mother had showered her with attention and encouragement. Her father had died when she was only a year old. She had no real memories of him but had grown up in the midst of pictures and stories about him that had been related regularly by her mother. She felt like she knew him.
Her childhood had been filled with the traditions of her heritage and more so of her mother’s position in the tribe. Her mother was a natural healer; both physically and emotionally. She treated not only other members of the tribe but also, many people in their community. Her methods were all completely natural, but the results were astounding.
Laurel’s mother was held in the highest regard in their community, and was known for the results she obtained through a winning combination of faith, balance and harmony, kindness, love, and a refusal to accept any kind of disease as an accomplished fact. She was a very small but spiritual woman, yet her inner strength had leveled lumberjacks in her uncanny ability to diagnose the true cause of any complaint and then set about righting the misconception she believed the patient had accepted to create the ailment she was treating.
Laurel had long since conceded that other children did not have the same influence in their lives. She simply accepted it. If they were different, it was an acceptable difference.
While her friends received an upbringing at home to help them become better students, cooks, housekeepers and social planners, Laurel was trained in balancing energy, becoming aware of the earth’s vibrations and changes, meditation, and healing of the human spirit. It was predictable, given that her mother was the Shaman of the tribe.
To her, it was normal and a big part of the woman she became.
Still, she grew up to become an A+ student and for some reason that many found odd, a desire to become a lawyer! She knew early in her childhood she would pursue this profession. While some girls followed pageants, modeling, sports or gymnastics, she was seen at the age of six presenting a case about stolen ice cream money totaling seven cents to a make believe jury. Her mother found this amusing; Laurel considered it as practice for her future.
Although her family was not wealthy, her mother had a solid savings account and Laurel had worked after school to prepare for college. It was not surprising to anyone who knew her that she was awarded grants and scholarships and was accepted into the finest law school on the east coast. She was born to practice law.
Somehow, the fundamentals of law made perfect sense to her. Her years n school and then as an apprentice were uneventful but very enjoyable to her. She was able to work as an aide to a Supreme Court Justice; a job which she valued above all others. It provided her the final foundation to become a celebrated Defense Attorney.
She was able to see firsthand what the Constitution would and would not support; to follow cases of supreme injustice and to see the depths of despair and degradation the human race could fall into. It had made her a better person and a better lawyer, requiring her to research law in every state in the nation and to get familiar with the decision the courts and then ultimately, the US Supreme Court, had arrived at. It was a good training ground indeed. She absorbed the information like the air that one breathes.
Laurel was able to bypass working for large firms where she would be nameless.
The Justice she had worked for as an aide recommended her to one of the finest legal entities in the nation and she began her career there at the tender age of 27.
Still single and intent on pursuing her career before getting involved with anyone seriously, she hit the ground running at the new firm.
Her first assignment; a murder case the firm had taken on an assignment by the court. The court rotated these cases and their firm had simply come up in the numbers game. She would be paid by the court; but the fee was nominal, hence, she as the newbie, was chosen to take the case.
It was a formidable undertaking due to the extreme high profile it had received in the press, combined with the excellent reputation of the firm that she was expected to uphold. Silently, she suspected this was passed to her so the other, more celebrated attorneys would not be tarnished if the outcome were a conviction. It made her all the more determined to handle this case with the highest regard for the defendant and the law of the land.
She met her client, Ronald, at the Federal Building in the holding area of the Federal lockup. Laurel was greeted by a US Marshall and given instructions about the rules of the facility and a pass to wear on her jacket. She followed the Marshall back through the series of locked metal doors to a room where he guided her in and locked the door behind her. She had seen the defendant’s photo in the newspaper but had no idea what to expect. She was face to face with her dream now; a real case where her performance would affect the outcome of someone else’s life. It was a little bit daunting.
Ronald was shown in a door at the rear of the room. He entered in handcuffs which Laurel asked to have removed. She knew a defendant was at a distinct disadvantage if they were forced to present their case appearing to have already been convicted. The justice had warned her about this many times.
She felt safe knowing the Marshall was on the other side of the door. She stood as Ronald was shown into the room; she intended to meet him at eye level.
Ronald was somewhat startled by the small attractive woman with long shining black hair and clear blue eyes. She was pretty, for sure, but she did not appear to him to be capable of tackling the US Government and he had no intention of laying down his life in a plea bargain for a crime he did not commit.
Lauren sized her new client up quickly; he was over six feet tall, appeared intelligent with clear hazel eyes and hair that had clearly been carefully groomed. He could have been any business person or even a lawyer in her own firm. Something seemed off to her. She was also quickly aware that he felt she was not up to the task; she saw it in his eyes. He did seem grateful that she had asked for the cuffs to be removed. He sat down slowly after they had both introduced themselves and shaken hands.
“I am not guilty and I will not accept a plea bargain.” That was the first words Laurel heard from her first client.
“Good, I am not a quitter and prefer my clients to be innocent! I am not here to lay down and play dead!” He seemed a little taken aback by her firm and rapid response.
“Are you sure you are ready to take on a Federal court? You seem young and way too pretty to be in this line of work if you don’t mind my saying so.”
“And you, Ronald, seem far to accomplished and straightforward to be in the kind of trouble you are clearly in.”
He laughed softly; “touché.”
The ice was broken; they had an understanding now.
“Let’s review the facts of this case that were presented in the ‘Bill of Particulars’ Ronald.”
She spent a few minutes reading the document and picked up her pen, pulling the legal pad over to begin asking questions and noting answers.
“Let’s begin with the obvious; you are charged with two counts of Capital Murder; specifically the murder for hire of your ex wife and her lover. You are in federal court, rather than state court, because the crimes were committed in two separate states and an online bank wire transfer was used for the payment to the killer or killers being alleged in this document. Is there any part of these facts you wish to dispute?”
Silently, she thought this was going to be a rough ride. The evidence presented in the ‘Bill of Particulars’ was pretty damning and should be easily verifiable.
“Yes, there are things in that document I wish to dispute. I am not divorced. My wife was taking some time to think about things and had gone to her mother’s winter home in South Carolina to think. We were talking daily on the phone. I did not know she had a lover and still do not know that is factual. I have never heard the name of that man named in the charges. And, I have never in my life used an online bank wire transfer. I am a little old fashioned. I know how to use the online banking service to move money from one of my accounts to the other and to check balances. That is it; zip. That’s all I have ever used the online banking services for. My wife mostly handled the banking for us and for our business.”
“What is the nature of your business?”
“I am a commercial building contractor; in fact, my company has several defense contracts with the federal government.”
She was stunned by the information he was relating. Either he was a consummate and accomplished liar or there was something very wrong with this case.
“Ronald, were you questioned by the authorities prior to your arrest? I don’t find a witness statement from you in the discovery evidence file.”
“No, I have been getting my information off the nightly news. I attempted to contact the local and the state District Attorney’s office since this happened. They told me if they needed to speak with me they would let me know.”
“Did they request banking records or DNA or anything from you?”
“No, they froze my company bank accounts which virtually shut my company down; then they nullified my federal contracts and refused to talk to me. My bank called me and advised me that the accounts had been attached and I would have no further access to my funds. That is how I arrived at a court appointed attorney.”
Ronald, what do you perceive to be happening here? This is all highly unusual, the entire set of circumstances and the method it has been handled is completely opposed to the normal method of operations.”
“I don’t know; I can’t make any sense of this. None of it makes any sense.”
“Do you understand how important it is to level with me? Do you realize that nothing
you say to me can be shared with anyone without your permission?”
“You don’t believe me!”
“A conviction in this case is punishable by death Ronald. It is imperative that we understand one another and that you receive the best possible advice and representation. This is not possible unless we are being brutally honest with one another. Your life is on the line here.”
“All I can do is to answer your questions honestly.”
“Yes, that is all you can do. I am going on a fact finding mission now; you call my office, collect, with any questions or concerns. I will be back here as soon as I have enough information for us to go forward with.” She gave him her business card with her contact numbers.
On her way out of the building she stopped at the Federal Prosecutors office and completed the forms for additional discovery of the facts and all information that had been used to prepare the ‘Bill of Particulars.’
Something was way off here. As normal as Ronald seemed to her; he may be crazy. Nothing was normal in this case so far.
Returning to the office she shared what had happened in her initial consultation with Ronald. She related how sincere he had seemed to her and how his story was completely opposed to the charging document. She could not fail to notice the looks that passed between the older, more experienced lawyers in her firm. They almost pitied her ignorance and inexperience.
The senior partner spoke up, “Laurel, you are going to be amazed at the straight faces we receive from guilty clients. I can assure you that the ‘Bill of Particulars’ is at the very least fairly accurate as to the facts they feel they can provide to a jury. They have a 99.8% conviction rate. They did not get that without being through and accurate. You need to be aware that there is a very good chance your client is simply lying and that you may be forced to hope they will even offer you a plea agreement. If they do, you are probably well advised to accept it.”
She knew everything they said was true; she had learned tis as well when she worked for the justice. However, she was naturally a very intuitive and perceptive person, and her skills had been fine tuned under her mother’s guidance. All was not as it appeared in this case.
Laurel spent the next few weeks gathering evidence from the Federal Prosecutor and following leads at every opportunity. The case was not nearly as cut and dried as the charging document would lead one to believe. It was a confusing mess. Every single detail or charge was infused with half truths.
One could neither prove nor disprove the charge. Ronald’s wife was indeed involved with the other victim; however, she was also still very married to him. There was no proof at all that Ronald had any knowledge that she was involved with anyone.
The murders were committed in two states; Tennessee and South Carolina. The victims were killed several hours apart leaving plenty of time for the gunman to drive a personal vehicle to the second site, and thereby leaving no way to actually trace their footsteps.
There were no charges on any credit cards of Ronald’s that would verify a trip or the purchase of gasoline or anything; but he could have easily used cash.
The GPS on every vehicle Ronald or the company owned showed no sign of such a trip by any vehicle he owned. However, there were no eye witnesses to pinpoint any other vehicle either.
No computer owned by Ronald or is wife had made the wire transfer; and no other computer was found that matched the transaction ID number.
While there was every possibility that he could have committed the crimes, there seemed to be an equal possibility that he had not done so. She was surprised that the charges had been filed without some evidence that was clear and irrefutable. But they had. Nothing made sense.
The budget for his defense was very slim and allowed little for her to travel to the scene or investigate in a manner that would have possibly provided some answers.
She still felt that Ronald was being truthful; but time was running short and she had no real defense.
She called her mother that night. She was careful not to divulge any facts about the case but related her frustration at finding any real evidence to successfully defend her client. It was her first real case; she had waited years for this opportunity and now stood before every pitfall a defense attorney could face.
She had a client who could not pay for an adequate defense leaving her no way to investigate properly. The case was full of vague facts with no way to prove or disprove the evidence. There were no eye witnesses and worse, she sincerely believed in her client’s innocence. The case had become a heavy burden for her.
Just hearing her mother’s voice made her feel better. Noting ever seemed to shake her faith; not spiritually or in her daughter or any other part of her life. Somehow, she managed to live a fully balanced life. Her words felt like a velvet caress; smooth and soft and gentle.
“Laurel; be still. Find a still, small space and go and meditate. The truth is available to anyone who searches for it through universal consciousness. You seem to have exhausted all the normal channels of obtaining the facts clearly. Look outside yourself, outside this realm of consciousness, and you will find the truth and the manner in which to prove the facts. Just meditate and ask for guidance to learn the truth. You will be shown.”
They hung up shortly afterwards. Laurel got out her Yoga pillow and sat on it quietly.
She had forgotten some of the most important things her mother had taught her. The real facts were available, of course they were! She had to be still to find the answers.
She had been busy using technology and caught up in the ways of the business world. Nothing had worked. Now she must return to her roots and seek the truth.
She sat in that position for nearly an hour. When she finally turned her attention fully to the conscious mind, she felt much calmer but still was no closer to learning the facts or how to prove them. She was a little bit disappointed. She took a shower and climbed into bed, falling quickly into a deep sleep.
She saw pine needles, long pine needles crunching under someone’s feet. She heard them first actually, as though they had fallen to the ground and was slightly dry now. Her eyes traveled to the face of the man walking in the needles. She did not know him; his hair was dark brown and very stylish. He had a neatly trimmed short beard and moustache. He was well dressed and was heading towards an older home that sat in a clearing just ahead. He did not seem to see her but she was there as surely as he was.
The house was wooden clapboard, very well maintained. It had a wraparound porch that was furnished nicely. Someone clearly called this home.
He walked to the front door and knocked softly. The door was opened quickly by a woman with long soft light auburn hair. It fell to her shoulders in soft natural curls. She was slim and stylishly dressed in light blue Capri pants and a soft cream sweater. Her smile was wide and her blue green eyes were dancing. She was happy to see this man.
“Travis, come in! I am so happy to see you here. How was the trip?”
“Not so bad; the traffic was heavy in Atlanta but otherwise, clear sailing.” They were obviously lovers.
Pouring two glasses of wine, she sat beside him on the long sofa. “Have you told Ronald yet?”
“No, there is so much to sort out before we could actually file for divorce. The company is really busy right now. I am not even sure what my legal position is with the company in the event of a divorce.”
Travis scowled at her. “Does it matter? I have a good job and am easily able to support us and our lifestyle.”
“I know dear, but I have spent 14 years working with Ronald, building up the business. We have several defense contracts worth a great deal of money. I helped get those contracts and I certainly want to reap the benefit of that.”
“I don’t care about all that; give it to him if that means you can leave quickly and get a final divorce decree. If we can’t start our life together honestly, I frankly have no interest in continuing like this. Nothing good ever sprang from deceit.”
“I know Travis; I promise I will work on this every day until I is resolved.”
Neither of these people seemed to see her at all. They were oblivious to her presence. It was odd. She walked out the door unnoticed.
It appeared to be the following day. Travis had gone into town to pick up groceries for a coo out they were planning that night. Ellen was sitting at the desk, searching a small book for a phone number. Again she was oblivious to her presence.
Picking up the phone, she dialed a number and waited for an answer.
“Don? Hi, it’s Ellen Donahue. Don, I know we beat your company out of at least three of the defense contracts nut you now, I have been thinking. I am going to be filing for a divorce soon although Ronald does not know that yet. I was hoping I could talk with about an idea I have. You may be able to get those contracts back and I could just be paid by you for helping to get them away from Ronald. Are you interested?”
Ellen scheduled a meeting with the mysterious man named Don for the following week. She heard the date as they were searching for a time to meet. It was two weeks prior to Ellen and Travis’s deaths.
Laurel jerked awake, wondering what she had just witnessed. She knew it was important to her case. She could hardly wait to see Ronald and ask him about the things she had learned.
As soon as the switchboard was open she called to schedule a meeting with Ronald at the federal detention facility.
She arrived at 11:00, the time they had scheduled for her.
Quickly she related what had happened to Ronald, asking if any of this meant anything to him. She described the house, the pine trees and the man named Travis, who had actually been the second victim.
Ronald did not talk immediately. She stared at his face and then realized he was grappling with the clear knowledge that his wife had indeed been involved with the strange man named Travis and had been planning to wreck the company by intercepting his defense contracts. Clearly this was news to him and he was having difficulty processing the betrayal. Finally, he spoke.
“Don is kind of a business rival. We rarely talk but are not actually enemies. Our bids beat him out of all three contracts. I heard later that his company was in dire financial straits. They had anticipated getting at least one of the contracts. I felt so bad for them I entertained the idea of bringing him in on one to help save his company. When I contacted him he was not at all interested in working with me. In fact, he was rude.”
“When did you make that call to him?”
“A few days before I learned Ellen had been murdered.”
“So, he would have already been involved with Ellen in taking all three contracts by then?”
“If what you say is true, then I suppose so.”
“No wonder he was not interested in a deal.”
“How do you know the things about the house in South Carolina? In fact, how do you know any of this?”
“I am not sure Ronald. It seemed like I was in real time, but none of them saw me. I even checked back on the weather those two days. Everything was correct, the temperature and the weather conditions. All of it.”
Laurel returned to the office and requested and received funding to hire a private investigator to look into Don’s company and what may have happened.
They learned things had been pretty dire there before Ellen’s death. They also learned that his Lincoln had a GPS record of a trip to South Carolina and a stop in Tennessee. It was enough to get a court order for Don to produce his computer IP address which led to the validation that his computer was used to transfer the funds for the assumed hired gunman from Ronald’s account. Later, they learned that Don had created a fake identity and opened a bank account online to accept the incoming wire transfer from Ronald’s account.
The case against Ronald quickly dissolved. Don had met with Ellen, accepted the terms of her agreement and then decided to eliminate both her and Travis, who had attended the meeting to avoid leaving witnesses that may later turn him in. It had been easy for him to send malware in his emails to Ellen that permitted him to steal the banking information.
What Laurel experienced is typical of time travel incidences. You appear to be in real time, the other people in the situation are oblivious to your presence and the facts are accurate.
We all time travel. Learning how to do it at will is the challenge. The answer to everything we need to know is available to us in this manner. First, we must learn how time exists.
We have been trained to tell time on our traditional clocks that move in a clockwise manner, round and round as we perceive earth is orbiting. Like the picture on the cover of this book; time exists vertically.
What we identify as the heavens are at the height of the vertical cylinder.
This level of vibration appears to be so high that it is not attainable in a physical body, requiring the spiritual body which we retain when the physical body is departed in death. It is not a natural level of vibration for us.
Just below that level is the higher vibration of the universe.
Below that is the future which exists simultaneously with the past and present.
Below the future is the present vibration level which our conscious mind interprets as the ‘now.’
Existing at a slower vibration is the past, where Laurel found herself when she was helping Ronald. At the lowest level of vibration is presumably what we recognize as
Just below that level of vibration is the ‘hells which is also forbidden in the physical form.’ They all exist as either memory imprints from the past or desires that simply have come into being but not yet manifested on the physical plane, and therefore is the ‘future.
Regardless, they exist simultaneously and forever.
Time travel is about conquering the levels of vibration and moving into them at will.
You do not require a time machine, an air force base or anything else that is so complicated. You need to fine tune your ability to concentrate, meditate and lose the fear of moving at different vibration levels and you will be off and running to whichever dimension holds the information you seek.
I have begun to believe that the most challenging and baffling answers mankind seeks continues to be beyond our reach because we make it so difficult. It is our very belief that things cannot be so simple that causes the answers to elude us.
I believe our Creator did not put the answers we seek beyond our reach. It may be more a case of us always looking in the distance rather than right before our very eyes for the answers, never imagining that we are right in the throes of the solutions. We need to see through the eyes of a child again to recognize how simple things really are.
Beyond this lies the big, big question; if we can travel ahead, does this mean we can change the outcome of the future? This will likely always be debatable. Who knows if they are right?
If we go all the way back to the trial and ultimate crucification of Christ we know that Pilate passed the ultimate sentencing and execution after his wife sent a note telling him she had seen the outcome in a dream and knew that and he must not be responsible for this man’s execution.
So powerful was her statement to her husband that he heeded the warning and passed Him back to others to decide the case. History shows us that she ultimately left Pilate over this transgression to save herself.
But, even after all the maneuvering Pilate did to prevent the final outcome, it was the same. I do not think that traveling ahead will change history but it may very well change who plays the parts that are remembered. I believe traveling ahead simply shows us the outcome of actions that are already in motion.