Harmony
16

The thing that surprised Pixie the most wasn’t that this woman knew their names. It was that she heard the woman’s voice in her head but did not see her lips move. It was so strange as to almost be creepy to her. Suria, Rivo and Prina were speechless as well for probably the same reason. She herself did not have the courage to speak up. She hoped one of the others did.

It was Prina who replied first. For the briefest of moments Pixie internally debated whether or not she had somehow imagined the woman’s voice in her head. She had definitely perceived a distinctive female voice, and it wasn’t her own internal voice. She heard it in her mind as if the women had spoken out loud. The fact that Prina replied meant that at least she ‘heard’ the voice, and probably Suria and Rivo as well.

“Uh… hello? How do you know…?” Prina’s voice trailed off.

How do I know your names? I’ve known about all four of you for a long, long time. It’s almost indescribably joyful to finally see you in person.

This woman was still ‘speaking’ without moving her lips. It was somewhat unnerving to Pixie. That, and the fact that she knew who they were. She’d been following them for a ‘long, long time’: what did that mean? How had she been following them and why? So many questions that she wanted to ask. So this strange woman knew who they were. That was the most immediately helpful thing. This led her to an obvious conclusion: this woman would know what happened to their memories. She might also be able to resolve the emotional rollercoaster they’d been on in the last few days. Especially Suria. Pixie had guessed without asking that Suria was struggling a lot more than she was with their situation. Suria was a catastrophiser in a way that was probably not helpful.

Nonetheless, after weeks of mystery and wondering, day in and day out, and a fair bit of unwelcome angst, Pixie and her companions had some hope that things would improve. It had been way harder even than she’d wanted to admit, and therefore the rush of relief was almost more than she could handle. It made her feel slightly weak. She grabbed hold of Suria’s arm for a moment, to steady herself.

Are you okay, Pixie? the woman asked.

“Uhm… yes, thank you…” she managed a smile towards the woman and paused for a moment. “Uhm… how are we hearing… I can’t…” Pixie was trying to get the words out. They wouldn’t come.

How are you hearing my voice? I know it must be a strange sensation for you. It takes some time to adjust. I was hoping to do this differently, but you are here now. I wasn’t expecting you but it’s perfectly okay. She glanced downwards for a moment. I should introduce myself. My name is Kjersti.

Kjersti. What a pretty name that was. The way she said it was so alluring, and Pixie felt a rush of warmth in her heart. This woman had already promised so much in just a few short minutes and now she was giving Pixie a rush of good feelings that weren’t unlike the waves of peace. Pixie would have to ask about those, when the time was right.

Kjersti’s expression became at once quizzical and hopeful. Is it only the four of you here?

Suria was as bewildered as Pixie had ever seen her. Pixie didn’t know what was playing on her mind at this particular point. As much as she loved her, Suria was often quite hard to read. She played her cards close to her chest a good deal of the time. Pixie knew Suria had been fighting a lot of internal distress, like herself, but by Suria’s expression she must be still doubting that this woman was their saviour. That was fair enough. There’d been more than one false dawn so far. Pixie frowned. She hoped she was wrong this time.

Rivo replied to Kjersti’s question. “Yes. Uh… I mean no. The rest of us are here. They are in other places in this… town.” As he spoke, Pixie was still trying to read Suria’s expression, and failing to do so.

Thanks Rivo. We shall have to gather at a central location so I can meet them too. How about you Suria, how are you doing? Kjersti’s tone was warm and gentle. How she managed to project this into their minds still astonished Pixie.

“I… I’m good… Kjersti. I’m just amazed that I can have a conversation with you and my ears aren’t hearing anything. I don’t know how this is possible.” Suria was finally getting her words out.

I would love to explain this to you, but I prefer to do so when you all together. Let us walk over to the central park, on the lake shore. It’s a beautiful day.

Pixie was numb. This place they were in had just gotten ten times weirder than it previously was. They picked up their backpacks from where they’d left them near the front door and followed Kjersti outside into the sunshine. She was walking purposefully, and they all got into step with her, two on either side.

“How… how you know they will be there?” Rivo’s question was a valid one.

Pixie was watching Kjersti as Rivo asked this question. There was more that intrigued her about this woman than just her ability to be… telepathic. She was so graceful in the way she walked. She was quite tall, as tall as Rivo was, and her clothing was most interesting. It was a single piece jumpsuit, royal blue in colour. It had a silky, crinkled appearance, but Pixie thought it would also be soft and comfortable to wear. Wearing something like this indicated that Kjersti might be a pilot or aircrew in some sort of air force, except there was no symbol or flag on her suit that indicated to which country she might be serving.

Kjersti’s blonde hair was long and flowing, reaching almost halfway down her back. There were some small plaits at the front, pinned back neatly across her brow, keeping her fringe out of her eyes. She was attractive in a sensual way, rather than being what Pixie would have described as pretty. Her blue eyes expressed genuine warmth and caring. She was someone whom Pixie suspected would be an empathetic listener, should she need one.

Her age was difficult to determine, and it was another aspect of her that Pixie found intriguing. Kjersti’s skin was flawless, as if it was of a healthy eighteen-year old, but her facial expressions and personal carriage was that of a woman three or four times older than this. She was a total enigma. Pixie wanted to ask her a thousand questions, all at once, but she had to take a ticket and get in line. Kjersti was currently answering Rivo’s question on how the other eight would know where to go, again with that astonishing telepathic communication.

I called them. Not with words, I don’t want to startle them. I sent them all a simple impulse that they should all meet with us and where. You will learn how to do this. We will teach you.

“We? There are more of… you… here?” Prina asked.

So many questions! Kjersti had an amused expression on her face. One that Pixie might have expected from a parent, delighted at a cute thing their toddler just did. I will give you all the answers I can as soon as you are all together. I promise. Let’s walk for now. We’re almost there.

Rivo had motioned as if he was going to speak while Kjersti was in the middle of her last response but he shelved it. They walked in silence for a minute or so and as they walked past another building Pixie saw movement up ahead. It was Arias, Le, Bia and Gimi. Behind and to her right, she heard distant voices. She turned towards them and saw Rais, Neca, Rocsi and Tau. They were all converging on a neatly landscaped area at the northernmost point of Versena, right on the lake, just as Kjersti had said they would. Pixie took in the sight of the aqua blue water, rippling in the gentle breeze blowing crossing the lake from its northern shore, roughly a kilometre away.

As Pixie got a little closer, she could see the those ahead of her staring at her group and their addition, clearly intrigued. It didn’t take too much imagination to figure out what they’d be thinking. Pixie wanted to speed them all up, to get them all together as quickly as possible. She visualised them all running to meet Kjersti, hoping she could make this happen somehow. Frustratingly, they were all ambling along, almost cautiously.

Hurry up guys! The thought was almost verbalised. Strangely enough, it worked. They picked up their pace.

Kjersti, with Pixie and her friends following, stepped off the gravel road they were on and onto the grass, with only fifty metres or so to the water’s edge. Kjersti stopped and the group stopped with her. Arias, Le, Bia and Gimi had almost joined them. Somehow, none of them had called out. They all understood the special nature of the situation. Kjersti turned to face them.

Hello Le, Bia, Gimi and Arias. So great to meet you all! I am Kjersti.

Pixie happened to focus on Le, who was speechless at this exchange, unsurprisingly. Gimi was about to say something when suddenly Kjersti turned around, preparing to meet the remaining four, who were fast approaching. He refrained. All eight of them were silent, waiting patiently for the right moment to ask a question. The solemnity of it all was not lost on her, nor anyone else. Kjersti turned back around and spoke to the eight of them now there with her.

Please have a seat on the grass. I will sit there with you shortly. She was clearly waiting to greet Rocsi, Tau, Rais and Neca. Pixie could not stop staring at her. She felt such warmth towards this woman already. She couldn’t explain why but she did not even remotely care. The others were moving to sit down on the grass, with simple obedience as if being told by a kindergarten teacher they particularly adored. It wasn’t long before the other four arrived. Kjersti had the expression that Pixie might have expected of a mother, welcoming her children home on a special day. It was priceless. The expression implied a whole lot of things, but most of all Pixie felt she could absolutely and unreservedly trust her. She knew about them, knew their names, and knew how many of them were here. She would help them. Their wait and their troubles with memory and being lost and distressed had ended. Kjersti spoke again as the other four arrived.

Hello Rocsi, Neca, Rais, Tau. I am Kjersti. I’m overjoyed to finally meet you all. I am sure you have many questions for me, and I am happy to answer as much as I can. Please take a seat with your friends.

Pixie glanced back at them. Now they were stunned, too. Clearly they hadn’t expected the telepathy. It wasn’t reasonable for any of them to have done so. They eventually sat, helpfully forming a semi-circle of sorts, all facing Kjersti. Kjersti sat down too, well aware that she was the centre of attention and clearly enjoying it. She looked quite graceful to Pixie, resting on her left thigh, her feet tucked in behind her. Her long blond hair was brushed aside as she looked up and regarded them all.

Welcome all of you to Versena. I want to say one thing before I answer any questions at all. I love you. I love you as much as anyone can. All of you. You are special to me.

Pixie felt a thrill go through her at these words. They washed through her with such warmth that she had to close her eyes and get lost in the feeling momentarily. After so much uncertainty and uneasiness, not to mention periods of grave despair, to be spoken to in this way was almost pure perfection. It was what they all needed so desperately to hear. Kjersti had been behaving in a motherly way towards them since the moment they met, so these words were not totally surprising. Pixie opened her eyes and scanned her companions’ expressions and found no bewilderment or surprise. Their expressions were mostly the same as she was feeling: relief, happiness and hope.

These were expressions, unsurprisingly, that Pixie had never seen before. It had been so hard; these last few weeks. Kjersti’s expression of adoration had returned, and it matched her words. This woman clearly had history with them all, and Pixie was keen to replace out what it was.

Then, however, she got a sudden sense that reality would strike soon, and she would have to deal with perhaps some things that were a bit more difficult, such as the answers to her memory loss, and the whereabouts of her family. Then there was the possible separation from her eleven companions, which she was also not looking forward to. Kjersti’s expression had become more serious, as if matching Pixie’s thoughts. Or maybe it was the other way around.

I say this, because we have much to do, and you will need to do it mostly on your own. You must know that I love you, but I can’t do what you are going to have to do. It is very important that you understand this. Vitally important. You need to be without doubt that you are loved, but also without doubt that you will have responsibility. I hope you all get my meaning.

Pixie was nodding, and she could see peripherally that most of the others were too. She however could not take her eyes off Kjersti.

I wanted to plan the timing of this talk for some later date, but it’s okay. I might have known you would come here. You’re far too driven and intelligent to have done otherwise. I’m really not that surprised. Now, I know you will all have many questions, so I am happy to answer whatever it is you want to ask, such as how I communicate.

So she didn’t know how to read minds, or she was choosing not to. Pixie didn’t want to assume anything about someone who could communicate telepathically. She didn’t want to respond just yet. Suria did instead.

“Yeah, for sure, among many other things but… yeah, probably the communication thing as much as anything. How do you talk to us in our minds? I know I’ve lost my memory, but I’m pretty sure mental telepathy doesn’t exist where I come from.” Suria’s incredulity was still clearly evident to Pixie.

It comes naturally to my people. It can be trained also. It is easier when both sender and receiver know how to do it. It takes more effort when it is just the sender. This form of communication is easy for me in a group like this. I could speak English out loud, but it takes more effort for me than talking to you like this.

“You… you are speaking Italian, though? I do not know how they can understand you. No-one speaks Italian here.” Rivo’s question made no sense to Pixie. She was hearing English from Kjersti.

That’s because I’m speaking my own language in my mind, which you will not understand if I used my mouth. I am sending you my thoughts directly and your mind is interpreting them in your preferred language, which in your case is obviously Italian, Rivo. My voice characteristics, and my direction relative to you, is retained. That is how you know it’s me talking in this way and not someone else.

“So that is why Arabic words for me,” said Rais.

Yes. I am hearing you speak in my own language in my mind. Our natural ability with this omits most of what we hear verbally and focuses on the thought instead, but I did also vaguely hear you speak out loud in English, even though I am tuning that out like I said. Rivo also did that earlier. It’s helpful for everyone else, other than me. All of you are hearing me in your preferred languages?

Some nods and verbal responses from her friends. Pixie wondered if she could hear Kjersti speak Dutch. She would have to ask her later how to flip languages. All she was hearing was English. She must have used that preferentially in whatever life she led before arriving here in Switzerland.

You have all come from so many different places. I have the highest respect for all of you, for what you have achieved in simply getting here. Kjersti was looking around at all of them, making eye contact. You have all done so wonderfully well. It’s a big moment for you all. I know there have been some hard times too.

“How you know this? We cannot remember much.” asked Rais.

I know you can’t. She regarded Rais sympathetically. The memory loss thing is hard. It’s something that everyone who comes here goes through. You have to shed your old life before moving into the new one. That quite often involves a lot of pain as the darkness leaves you and you move further into the light.

Pixie had absolutely no idea what Kjersti was talking about. Some transformation had occurred for all of them, by which they had lost their memory, but how did they arrive at this point and what did this transformation signify? It was as if they were in a situation that was inevitable and expected.

“I’m having trouble following what you’re talking about. Is it related to our lost memories? Maybe I can make sense of it a bit better if I could get my memory back somehow.” Neca seemed to be on the same train of thought.

“Do you know what happened to our memories, Kjersti?” asked Pixie, her voice quiet and childlike.

This was the moment. The most pivotal moment of them all.

Yes, Pixie. I do.

Pixie could hear some gentle intakes of breath. One of them was hers.

However, the answer is quite complicated. Well, maybe you will interpret it that way. I need to give you some background information first. You may ask questions along the way as I do so.

She paused as if expecting questions, but there weren’t any. She continued.

Okay. First I need to tell you where you are. You are near Interlaken, in Switzerland. Not, however, the Switzerland you would have known if you lived here. You see…

Kjersti paused for a moment and looked at each one of them. It was kind of redundant. They were all paying attention; with every fibre of their being.

… you are not on the Earth – or as we call it, Terra – that you know.

Pixie simply did not understand this. There was a collective silence for a few moments. She didn’t know how to frame a question about what Kjersti had just said. She hoped someone else did.

“Earth has changed since we lost our memories?” asked Rivo.

Not exactly. I need to talk to you for a moment about ascension. Do any of you know what that is?

Pixie was a little surprised at these words from Kjersti. She had said she had known them for a long time, and Pixie reasoned that because of this she must know absolutely everything about them. Now here she was asking them a question she didn’t know the answer to.

“I think so.” Rocsi was finally speaking. “It’s where a person raises their awareness of things and becomes a better person, and moves on to other realms? I never quite knew what those realms were though. In fact, gosh darn it, I have no idea how I even learned this. But hey, I know you’re going to get to that, so I’ll hang tight here.”

Kjersti was enjoying Rocsi’s turn of phrase, glancing down at the ground and smiling to herself as she responded. Yes, Rocsi, you are partially correct. Ascension is simply about becoming better people through living a certain way. Put simply, there are two forms of action in this universe: service to others and service to self. One leads to ascension and the other leads to stagnation. Ascension is what you have all achieved.

Kjersti paused, as if allowing her words to sink in. It took a few moments.

“How? How have we achieved this?” asked Prina.

Through living a series of lives where you exhibited one form or another of service to others in greater abundance than service to yourselves.

“A series of lives? Like, as in reincarnation?” Neca asked.

Kjersti nodded, her eyes expressing appreciation that she was being understood. My god she was alluring, Pixie thought, randomly. Kjersti’s hair was like hers, but so much longer, straighter and shinier. She wanted to ask how she got it looking so nice but realised that was a personal question that was well down the list of priorities for the group. Pixie also again had the notion that she wanted to hug her. Again, down the list.

Yes: reincarnation. Over many lifetimes you all got better and better at caring for others, or working for others, rather than yourselves. Some of you simply loved unconditionally, despite significant stress at times, while the rest of you did great and beautiful things, helping others lead better lives. Most if not all of you fought difficult emotional or mental struggles to fulfil important missions that you weren’t aware of when you were living that life.

“How do you know about our past lives?” Prina asked.

We have ways of replaceing these things out. We can tap into your spiritual memories and see, like a movie, images of where you have been before now. You see, that is how I know you all. I have watched many of your past lives.

Pixie’s mind had been turned upside yet again. They could replace out what past lives they had led? She was pretty sure, even having lost her memory, that in her… current life… she had never even given past lives any thought at all. It was all just so improbable and otherworldly to her, but to Kjersti, judging by her tone, it was simply the truth. Pixie had to trust that for now, until she knew it with certainty within herself.

Bia had a question of her own. “Kjersti? You talk about our past lives, but what about this life we are living now?”

As of right now, you are all living a new life. An ascended life. A life that starts in a new dimension on New Terra after your previous life on Old Terra has ended.

“We… died?” Le asked, her voice small and quiet.

Yes. You all died on Old Terra, right before you arrived here, on the new one.