65th Octave Chapter Thirty Eight

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65th Octave



The three of them stood on a hilltop. Robin focused his binoculars on Cheltenham and watched the city awaken. He glimpsed slender, curled tendrils of smoke escape from chimney tops. Their sooty webs smudged the unclouded early morning sky. Automobile headlights cut through the gray half-light of dawn. A steady hum of traffic grew and announced that the town was waking.

They had walked across a golf course frosted white in the morning chill. The icy blanket crunched beneath their feet and dampened their shoes. Robin shrugged deeper into his thick wool sweater, reviewing his situation and the moves that lay ahead.

“This is Cleeve Hill, the northern edge of a great geological fault that forms part of the Cotswold Way. Millions of years ago this fault created huge cliffs and rifts that rise sharply and dominate the Severn Valley.”

MacAllen moved to the crest of the rift, looked to the west and pointed as he spoke again. “That’s Cheltenham. From here it’s approximately four miles away. Further on, you can see the motorway and the whole of the Vale of Gloucestershire. That flat valley slides right into the River Severn. You’ll see it, with the Malvern Hills behind, as the day gets lighter. The ley lines we have plotted runs right along this rift. The lines must be related to this broken geology.”

Robin lowered the binoculars and listened to Talking Panther’s reply. “Everything in the universe is related, Robin. We cannot say ley lines are related to geology because ley lines are geology. Geology does not affect ley. The lines create patterns in the land we see and have named mountains, rifts and crests. To look at rock formations as separate from the energy of the earth is like medicine that studies the body while ignoring the soul. Ley lines are the earth’s thoughts.”

She walked towards him, stopped and looked over the cliffs as she continued to speak. “Ley lines are vibrations or energy of the earth. They are its heart pulsing deep within, ringing from its mantle and singing its songs. Mountains and rifts, cataracts, valleys, rivers and plains are only the stirrings of the earth’s soul that swell to the sweet music of this tune. Yet modern science dwells on words like ‘rock formation’ and ‘crystalline structure’ and thinks this tells of the earth.”

“Music of the earth is a beautiful way to describe geology,” Robin said. “You speak as if the earth’s alive.”

The morning’s first hints of sunlight streamed across Talking Panther’s face as she said, “What is life, Robin? Some people so separate themselves from the rocks and the stones they believe humans are animate and stones are not. These people have lost the real meaning of life. Animate comes from the Latin word animatus, which means life force, spirit. Instead of understanding how minerals have spirits or a life force exactly like ours, people misunderstand. They see only one small part of the bigger picture and believe stones do not have intelligence and are not connected with mankind.

“These stones may not have a life force that moves them like ours, but they certainly are not still. They vibrate with intelligence and with great spirit. Look how long they remember to remain what they are.”
“Is this how my second sight works? Does it work through the vibrations?” Robin asked.

She replied, “Yes, Robin, just like the gold, or a dowsing rod. Some part of you tunes in and magnifies vibrations. Everything is affected by many different kinds of earth vibrations. For example, pigeons sense the earth vibrations we call magnetism and are able to fly to their home. Scientists would say the pigeon becomes a conductor moving through a magnetic field. This movement induces a voltage difference within the bird. The pigeon needs only to fly in the direction that brings it to the magnetic intensity that sings ‘You are home.’ Our people would say that the bird feels the spirit of the earth and follows.

“You, however, do not need the gold or the rod. Your sensitivity feels the vibrations change within your head. When you listen to your animal spirit, you let strong spirits within feel the vibration and guide you. Your animal spirit visions are a translation of what you cannot say and what your mind cannot comprehend. That is how we are here now. This is why I know we will find your friend.”

MacAllen’s confidence in the search for Ian strengthened.

Regardless he would have persisted. Despite the continued resistance of his logic, he preferred following spirits over a futile chase. As the light heightened, Robin observed the landscape to the south and spoke. “I agree. We’ll find Ian soon. We’ll find that cottage. And the clues we need.”

As he moved his field glasses in a slow arc, Robin remembered how they had spent yesterday afternoon plotting the ley lines on the map. They had not returned to the Queens Hotel, but had chosen a small inn near the village of Chedworth so they could stay east of the main ley line that appeared so evident on the map. We remained invisible to the Controllers by not crossing those lines, he thought.
Robin said, “No one seems to have picked up our trail. But what happens if we stumble across another ley line here?”

He gazed over the valley as Talking Panther replied, “There are many lines of energy, some minor, others major. The line we have plotted is strong. The only time the Controllers can feel is when we cross over strong lines. If they did not limit their listening to major vibrations, they would be overwhelmed.”

As they started down the trail, Robin reviewed his plan. “Okay, we’ll walk this ley line right to Dowdeswell. If we haven’t found Thaxton Cottage we’ll keep going on to the Andoversford post office, looking for the cottage as we go. We know from Ian’s letter that this cottage isn’t far from the post office. The area is covered with footpaths, so we’ll just keep hiking in the area until we find what we’re looking for.”
Mac Allen walked and looked around as the sunlight intensified.

Then he stopped and used his field glasses to scope the land below. After a careful search they hiked south on the Cotswold Way, a large well-maintained path running east of the ley line for about two miles. They stopped at each high point and carefully looked through binoculars at the countryside below.

Upon reaching a small road, they turned west on a smaller path leading out over a plateau that ended in a sharp cliff. From there they had an expansive view with vistas of the many valleys below. He pointed Andoversford out in the distance, almost due south. “The village on the right of it is Dowdeswell. The cottage could be anywhere here. We should … “

He abruptly stopped speaking and focused his field glasses on the valley below. The sun rose behind him now, the fields just turning from white to the ochre and browns of dried wheat and corn. At the end of the field, an ancient manor house loomed, an immense castle of tawny stone. Monumental ramparts cut into the sky. Bright flags whipped proudly in the wind. The gates were shut and by them stood two animals. They were lions sculpted out of rock, staring savagely ahead. He surveyed the castle and the lions. Then after a moment he spoke. “We won’t need to find the cottage after all. We found the castle … the castle I dreamed and … Ian’s in there. I know it.” The anger, frustration and tension of the preceding days pinched his mouth into a grimace.

“Now it’s our turn. Let’s get down there. We’re going to find Ian.”

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