Magnificent Vibration by Rick Springfield Read Free Book Online

community since Ronan’s father built her and christened her into Loch Ness many a long year ago. Evelyn had called her Ronan’s “second wife,” so much a part of their lives was this vessel. And he has told no one of his encounter that lonely winter evening on the Loch, almost twenty years before. Not even his Evelyn. But the Bonnie Bradana knows. She was there and brushed against the dark, sleek skin and broad, powerful back of a myth as it passed by. A once-in-a-lifetime moment shared with the protectors of this powerful place. Ronan understands that he is one of them. Chosen. He would protect this land with his last breath and final splash of blood. The great creature knows this too and shows herself only to the faithful. An honor that is unspoken and buried with the few who are blessed enough to truly bear witness. When he is able, Ronan slowly walks the shores of this ancient lake and dreams of the encounter that has begun to define his remaining years. He sees her shadow in the dark, cold waters; he sees her spirit in the chipped and whittled mountains that ring this Loch. He feels her power brimming at the very surface of the tarn. It is palpable. How could he have missed it for so much of his life, and why did she wait so long to reveal herself? But he understands somewhere in his soul that perhaps he was not ready before this. Her pneuma, her vital spirit, the one thing that hasenabled her to exist these many eons, has gathered wisdom and knows where and when to show and not to show herself. And to whom. She is beyond age and beyond reasoning. Ronan now understands that there is much he cannot fathom. So much he will never comprehend. The great cities of the earth and their people are even more removed than he from the truth of this spirit world. They exist so confident in their bright, clear knowledge and the crystal-cut understanding of how their universe works that many will not reach his level of comprehension in their lifetimes. They are in the grip of the tyranny of logic—the false diamond that seduces their beautiful and brilliant minds. They still believe that the more they read, the more knowledge they possess, the more information they amass: the closer they are to the truth. But they are not closer. Their astute minds accept only what is written, accepted, perceived, deduced. They miss entirely the path of the earth’s soul. Ronan has always known this, though he never “understood” it. He understands it now. It has taken years. And a committed path. The ones who seek their way through knowledge and who chose spiritual doubt as a way of life are akin to those who use vacillation as a path to commitment. But such language drowns in deep lakes like this. It washes away like a child’s chalk drawings on the sidewalk when the hard rains come. A sand painting that has taken weeks to create and seconds to blow away in the wind. The great creature has neither knowledge nor understanding nor time for such things. She is waiting. For one who was born here eons ago and has, through the cycle of birth and death, forgotten that they belong here, that they can communicate with spirits in this ancient place. She is waiting. For the one.

Horatio
    A t fifteen years of age I am a card-carrying, moderately committed member of the MORMON Church. Thank Joseph Smith I finally got the name right!! Let me tell you, there were a few raised eyebrows when I first walked into their midst and announced I was here to become a Moron. I have been a Mormon now for eight long and peculiar months. Evan won’t speak to me. And Dracula, the seductive coquette who first got me caught up in this odd religion, has neither shown her brilliantly brimming breasts at the services I’ve been obliged to attend nor visited me at home to rest an encouraging hand on my vacant, plaintive thigh. I’ve been through the whole Mormon gold plates thing (written originally in “reformed Egyptian,” whatever the hell that is), the magic stone,