The Frequency Holders Pt. II

As Damon took the $2,000 out of the suitcase and handed it to Rose, they found themselves sharing a surreal moment. Rose wasn't expecting Damon to return let alone with the money; the story about the light and the vibrations sounded pretty incredible, so why would she anticipate his arrival?

She always felt something about the book and in spite of its likelihood that Damon was serious, couldn't help but think this stuff only happens in movies like "It could happen to you". So to see him back at her store was not just surprising but seemingly improbable, she reluctantly accepted the money, considering Damon wouldn't have it any other way. The money keeps her book shop going almost indefinitely, but she didn't like the sense of owing anyone anything though.

“I don't know why you're giving me this much money for one book, so I'm just gonna be straightforward with you, what else are you expecting of me for this money, this book couldn't really be worth that much” Rose inquired of Damon.

“I just need access to it whenever it's necessary, otherwise I would like it to stay here in your shop where it always is”, She perplexingly agreed. Damon explained that whatever it was he saw and felt, he wasn't sure if there were others that could too, if the book “spoke” to him, who else could hear it and what does it mean for the book?

He told her he would be back for the book after his next encounter with “The Inquisition”, it was apparent he could learn more about the “Frequency Holders” from them since they damn near had an open casting call.

As he left Rose’ bookshop, Damon still had a lot of questions; about the door, the money, “The Inquisition” and everything that just happened. The door was the most puzzling though, there didn't seem to be any motion sensor that he could recall, surely it didn't just open on its own Damon thought.

As he drove back home from Rose’ shop he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anxiety rolled into one. It was an unusual feeling for Damon considering he overcame his anxieties years ago.

Damon walked into his apartment and thought to himself, Google knows everything, they gotta have something about “The Inquisition”. The first result was an entry in regards to The Inquisition of the 12 century created to root out and punish heresy. Damon quickly passed by that one, surely just a coincidence or named after them even.

He came across another regarding the obscure organization, they had a very basic website that just had a logo and a slogan on it: The Inquisition “Our research will define the world”. Then there was a link regarding the “open casting call” for frequency holders as Damon liked to call it, that was old news as far as he was concerned though. The events of the day were a lot to process and Damon was ready to do just that, so he put the day behind him in anticipation of what's to come.

The next morning he woke up to his 3:30 AM alarm just like any normal day, but everything seemed ethereally hazy as if he was still dreaming. Was the book a dream, did he really give $18,000 to a woman he just met? So many questions, so few answers he thought. Damon remembered reading somewhere that clocks don't appear in dreams and he just turned off his alarm clock so he figured he had to be awake.

As he sat up in his bed he saw two bundles of money and the instructions from the man in the white suit on his nightstand. He wasn't expected to meet with “The Inquisition” again til Friday and it was currently Thursday, he figured he would go back to the bookstore and have another look at the book.

As the morning aged, the haziness Damon previously felt began to lift and his mind and thoughts felt more clear and concise than ever. It reminded him of the last time he had a window seat on an airplane, flying through cirrus clouds with the blue of the sky peaking through. The plane finally slicing through the other side to leave a tail like streak in its wake, with endless blue sky on the horizon.

As he opened his front door to head to the bookstore; the world around him seemed to feel different, his perception and awareness felt heightened with an innate sense of unconditionality. It was a very warm and calming feel that came with an unexpected level of preparedness, the anxiety he felt the night before was not just a feeling of the past but had no affect on him at all.

The imposition of anxious urgency that emitted from the world no longer felt burdening, and everything around Damon seemed to slow down. As he casually walked back to Rose' bookshop, the hustle and bustle of the world unfolding around him was infinitely more chaotic than he remembered.

People scurrying about their days with careless purpose, reminiscent of DisneyLand rides with autonomous entertainment. Damon proceeded on his way to Rose' bookstore, curiously observing the world with a seemingly revitalized sense of perception.

As he approached the park that was closed the previous morning, the trees appeared much more vibrant than he previously recalled, the world appeared as if he was seeing it through a 5D filter. It was a very warm feeling, with an unconditional sense of safety.

Damon continued on his way to the bookstore, with each approaching step he could feel the humming of the book within. It wasn't as intense as the previous morning but its presence was much more prominent in him this time. He made his way to the steps of the bookstore, acknowledging the book through the window as if it was an old friend he hadn't seen for awhile.

As he walked through the door Damon was warmly greeted by Rose, his appearance was no surprise to her and ever since he first showed up, the book emanated with a much stronger frequency than before.

"I'm assuming you're here to look at the book" she exclaimed.

"You assume correctly" he quipped back,

“Do you have a quiet place I can look at the book” Damon inquired.

“Sure, follow me, I got a quiet area in the back”.

Damon proceeded behind Rose to the back of the bookstore, she led him to a cozy looking room with a brown leather upholstered chair with a high back in the corner. Damon expressed gratitude for her accommodations, "I don't know how long I'll be, you don't mind that I'm back here for a while do you?". “No, you're fine to be back there as long as you need” she assured. “Well I’ll leave you to it” Rose stated as she left the backroom.

As Rose left the room; Damon took a look around, it was a quaint little shop that you could feel the history of. On the opposite side of the room was sculpting clay and tools, this room must double as her art studio Damon thought to himself. He didn't have the slightest idea how long the bookshop had been there; it had an old rustic look to it which seemed very peculiar for the area considering it was the only building of that style.

Damon followed her to the front of the store to get the book; the shop was library quiet, the kind of quiet that most people would get an eerie sense from.

“Is it always this quiet?” Damon asked.

“Usually, I prefer it that way though,” she remarked.

Damon inquired about the art tools in the back, “You dabble in sculpting?”

“I guess you could call it a little more than a hobby”

“You’ll have to show me some of your work one of these days” he requested.

“Might have a piece around to show you one day, but not today is not that day” Rose jabbed with a grin

“Well than I look forward to that day, I appreciate you Rose” Damon countered.

“Is the display case in the window open or does it have a lock?” he asked.

“It’s open, just help yourself” she replied.

Damon headed towards the front window to get the book, it was closed off from the back by a sliding frosted glass pane, there was a small hole as the handle to slide it open. As he reached towards the glass pane he could feel an odd warmth emanating from the small hole as he gripped the opening and slid it open. As the glass pane slid out of the way, he could feel the warmth from the book as he reached out and grabbed it. It wasn't like any other book he held though, it felt as though it was joined together from many pieces of other texts and writings to form this cohesive collection. He closed the book and cupped its spine in his palm as he returned to the back room of the bookshop, he made his way to the brown leather upholstered chair in the corner of the room and opened the book to the first page.

The pages didnt feel like any paper he's felt before and despite its aged look and feel the book had a surprisingly sturdy feel to it. Even getting up close, hands on look with the book there was still no text visible to the human eye, as he started to finger through the pages of the book he felt a warmth envelop his body with a sense of placid stillness. Damon's body began to feel lighter as though he was falling into a trance, a sense of weightlessness ascended upon him and his eyelids began to descend. As he embraced the void behind his eyelids, the weightlessness felt as though it was taking him adrift. A floating sensation overtook him and he suddenly felt a cold chill in the air, as he opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't in Rose' bookshop anymore.

He could smell the cold crisp air of the ocean and the frosty breeze on his face, Damon looked around to the sight of the icy open water as far as the eye could see. He heard a shout beside him, a commanding female voice pierced through the air with the word:

"Holder!". Damon looked around for the one known as "Holder", no one responded.

"Holder! damnit get your head outta your ass, " she hollered once more while punching Damon in the chest, “Our spotter says he sees land up ahead.” As Damon looked around to see he was on a ship he realized he is the one known as "Holder".