Dark Company by Natale Ghent Read Free Book Online Page B

them.
    “Messengers,” the silver being said. “They help shape collective consciousness by delivering ideas and inspiration through the universal energy field.”
    “Ah,” Meg said. Whatever that meant. “Whose consciousness?” she asked.
    “The consciousness of those on earth.”
    “So, the Messengers are controlling what people think.”
    “Not controlling,” the silver being answered. “Assisting people toward a common goal.”
    “Is that what people want—a common goal?”
    “We hope so.”
    “And the Messengers achieve this by delivering ideas and inspiration through the universal energy field?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay,” Meg said. “And what’s the universal energy field?”
    The being grew impatient. “It’s the field of energy that connects everything together—like a giant net. It’s in and around us. It’s everywhere. You should know this already.”
    Meg shrugged. She knew now.
    The next note the Prism struck was even lower than the first two. It caused the Prism to turn a brilliant colour of blue.
    “Musicians,” the being explained as the recruits approached the stage. “Their song helps build and maintain the universal energy field.”
    “Got it,” Meg said. “So, they work with the Messengers?”
    The being sighed. “No. Pay attention.”
    “But they both work with the universal energy field, right?”
    “Yes. But not together.”
    She looked blankly back at the being.
    “They both work with the universal energy field in different capacities. The Musicians help create the field through sound, while the Messengers use it to transfer information to beings on earth. Every one of us uses the field to transfer information—images, thoughts, feelings … it’s the matrix that connects all things.”
    That makes sense, Meg thought. Kind of. Which was good enough. She would leave it at that. She didn’t want to risk sounding stupid again. Besides, did she really need to completely understand everything right away?
    The next fork sounded and the Prism turned a deep shade of green.
    “Healers,” the silver being said.
    Oh, good, Meg thought. Those ones didn’t need explaining. “These guys heal people,” she said, just to prove she knew something.
    “Not people,” the silver being said dismissively. “Other beings in the Light.”
    “Ah, yeah, right,” Meg said. “That’s what I meant.”
    The Light of Corometh twinkled over the green recruits, binding them for eternity. The Prism tapped the next fork and the yellow flag began to wave.
    The silver being spoke in a reverent tone. “These are Carriers. They assist in crossing over—both in life and in death.”
    “Hey,” Meg said, suddenly interested. “I know these guys. I think one of them brought me here.”
    “Of course,” the silver being agreed. “They bring everyone here, for the most part.”
    Meg was thrilled to finally have the opportunity to prove she wasn’t completely out of it.
    The next note caused the Prism to change to orange and thousands of recruits moved toward the flag of the same colour.
    “Advisors,” the silver being said. “They document the evolution of each soul and make decisions to help the individual achieve its goal. They work exclusively with the Keepers of the Charts and the Messengers.”
    Meg nodded. “That’s great.” She’d stopped listening again. There were only two orders left. When would she feel the call? The silver being didn’t appear concerned, though she was sure she could sense its anticipation.
    The Prism raised the silver mallet. It paused, as though wondering which fork to sound next. With a sharp blow, it struck the last and largest fork. A deep moan vibrated through the room. The Prism shuddered and the light bled from its form. It stood before the assembly, black as death. A telepathic gasp rose from the crowd. Meg was terrified.
    “What is it?”
    “Nightshades,” the silver being whispered. “Never in my existence have I heard this note struck. They