Free Incarnations by Christine M. Butler Page A

not
wanting her to see the tear that was about to fall from her eye.
When she did, something else in the room caught her attention. The
book. The book her mother took the time to hide from the
Brotherhood rather than trying to make sure she and her husband
were safe. The book that she and Jaxon found after teleporting to
the cottage in Ireland, unknowingly. The book that she had been too
distracted this whole time to look at. She slid over to the edge of
the bed, and grabbed hold of it. Vesta had already left the room
again, and Caislyn stood wondering for the life of her if the
answers had been with them this whole time, and they were too blind
to see.
    She sat back down on the bed and started flipping
through the pages, hoping something would jump out at her and
immediately make sense. When that didn't happen, she flipped back
to the beginning and began to read.
    Once Caislyn was about twenty pages in she tossed
the book across the bed in frustration, "I don't get it. There's
nothing here. How can this damn book be so important?" She got up
to go ask her mother if she remembered why, but no one was in the
RV. There was a note, and some lunch sitting there waiting for
her.
    "I figured you would be hungry when you were done
staring at the walls. Eat. Your body needs to be taken care of, if
not for you, then for the baby you carry. I've gone to help out in
the camp. Love, Mom."
    Caislyn took the food back to the bedroom and
started flipping through the pages of the book again as she ate.
She continued flipping until she found a page with an illustration
on it. There, she paused and took note of the artistry. Soon, she
noticed the words tracing the page and she began to read them,
turning the book with her as she did. The entire painting suddenly
took on a new life with each turn. Numbers became evident. There
was some sort of pattern emerging and Caislyn grabbed her sketch
pad and began writing it down. It repeated every so often. And soon
she realized what it meant. She heard the door to the RV open and
shut, announcing that someone had come back in, but it didn’t
matter now. All that mattered was that Caislyn had just found a
pattern that pointed her in a new direction. She had something to
focus on again, that wouldn’t depress her. At least, she hoped it
wouldn’t.
    She flipped back to the beginning of the book and
started counting the words on the page. For each page in the book,
there was a corresponding number. Caislyn soon realized that the
number, marked the place of a word on each page.
    "Oh dear Goddess! Mom!" Caislyn began yelling
through the RV, hoping that it had been her mother who had come in.
Vesta came running into her room only moments later trailed by a
very worried looking Ash.
    "Are you okay?" Vesta yelped.
    "Caislyn?" Ash questioned.
    "Mom, it's the book!" She held the book up to show
Vesta what she was talking about. "We never bothered to really look
at it before, because there was always something else going
on."
    "You found the coded reference in the picture too? I
only just found it when the Brotherhood showed up, so I never got a
chance to find the book it was talking about." Vesta explained.
    "Mom, I don't know what coded reference you are
referring to, but I found something, and it pointed directly back
to this book."
    Caislyn pulled out her sketch pad and showed them
the code that she found in the picture, and explained what it
meant. “I have to go back now page by page and see what it says,”
she told them excitedly.
    "That's way more than I realized," Vesta
exclaimed.
    "What does it mean, exactly?" Ash asked.
    "It pinpoints specific words on each page of the
book."
    "Well, what does it say?" Ash questioned as he sat
on the edge of the bed, waiting.
    "I'm not finished yet. I'm still trying to copy down
all the words, but so far, it talks about the Brotherhood and a
plan for change."
    Vesta tapped Ash's arm to tell him to follow her,
"Let us know when you've finished, Caislyn."
    ~*~
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