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C Level Seeing: To See What We See

You would not believe the day I had yesterday.  I was up at three yesterday morning and by the time I got to bed, it was nearly 2 AM today.  Yes, I was up for nearly 23 hours.  Why?  Because I wrote in nearly 5000 word recap for the two hour Sense8 episode.  A recap that took nearly 6 hours to write and edit.  Don’t judge me: I’m just doing my job.

"Yeah, keep it up, Louise. I'll only have the rest of your life to make you miserable."

“What job is that, Cassie?  The one that doesn’t pay you any money?  That one?”

Shush, you.  I don’t need your snarky opinion, even if it is mine.

But that’s all behind me.  Today I promise something special and you’re going to get.  Today you’re going to get a vision.  Not necessarily one of loveliness, but a vision nonetheless.  The event of the C Level novel and it may or may not mean something in the long run.  I’m sure the majority of you will take that to mean, yeah, it does mean something, and… You may be right.  Partially.  Somewhat.  Kinda maybe.

You’ll just have to wait and see.

In the meantime, let’s get this party started.


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


Kerry prepared the kettle while Annie prepared the infusers and the cups. Once the water was near a boil Deanna had Kerry take his cup and sit next to Annie. A few moments later Deanna returned with the kettle insert before her soon-to-be students. “You seem exceptionally ready for this to begin.”

Kerry held his saucer tight, his thumbs upon the rim of the cup. “I guess I’ve kind of come to look forward to this.”

“It’s the same with me—” Annie stretched out her legs before re-crossing them. “Now that I know we can have visions under certain conditions, I’m interested in knowing what those visions will show.”

Deanna’s face remained free of expression as she poured water from the kettle into each of the cups. “Remember, you’re not using his visions as a way of seeing future outcomes: instead, they’re meant to act as a learning experience so that you may interpret your future in the past you may take to arrive at that point.” She sat on the large pillow and set the kettle on the floor. “Let the tea seep a little before you stir.”

Annie and Kerry held onto their saucers are keeping their vision locked upon Deanna least they start their trancing too soon. They waited for a nod from Deanna before they looked down and begin to slowly stir the liquid. Neither took their eyes on the surface as it swirled around the hidden bowl of the spoon. As they had done twice before they freed themselves from conscious thought and fell into encroaching darkness…


It’s pretty obvious that by now the kids are loving the fact that they’re seeing bits and pieces of their future, even if they don’t know what that future meets.  Deanna’s comment about using these visions as a learning experience is meant to throw little cold water on their enthusiasm.  ‘Cause the day will come when they’re going to have a not so nice vision, one that may even show a glimpse into their fleeting mortality.

Yeah, these visions are all fun and games until you have one that shows a fireball blasting through your torso.  Then it kinda sucks.

Since I’ve been hyping the sucker for a bit, it’s probably time to show it.  So here you go: here’s the vision.  And we’ll figure out right away who’s actually seeing this…


Looking down the street, one that is dark and covered in snow. There is a small stand of trees to your left and around you a number of houses. It doesn’t look as if you’re in a large city: the houses are not that close together and each seems to have a yard. They have one thing in common: every one of them is dark. You turn to your left and keep turning until you’re looking down the street that was behind you. It’s the same view as far as you can see, maybe near to a kilometer. Snow-covered roads; a few cars; a few trees; dark houses. No lights anywhere.

“I think it’s over there.”

You keep turning to your left and there’s Annie. She’s dressed in one of the white hooded parkas you’ve worn during winter flying, but there’s something different about this one that you can’t quite figure out. She wears a baklava under her fur-lined hood—though her face is fully exposed—and thick white mittens on each hand. She’s pointing to something almost in front of her, barely visible through trees. “Isn’t that the movie theater?”

You look in the direction she’s pointing and see a large, dark structure. “Yeah, that’s it.” You point off the direction almost forty-five degrees to her left. “That house should be over there, maybe a couple hundred meters away.”

She nods. Her face seems to indicate something is bothering her, but it’ difficult to read her body language through the heavy parka. “We’ll use that. Even if it doesn’t have any power, it should be large enough for us to heat with a small fire.” She gives you what looks like a tired, half-hearted smile. “Come on; they’re expecting us to contact them soon.”

You fall in next Annie and begin walking as you always do on her right side. You hear the crunch of snow underfoot and when you look down you are both wearing white snow pants and Arctic-grade boots. The outfit reminds you of those you’ve wore during past winters and the cold upon your face brings back memories of flying through New England and Canada.

You glance up into the sky but there’s nothing there, not even stars. Like the environment around you the sky is pitch dark. You don’t even see clouds in the Stygian darkness.

You slow up just enough for Annie to take notice. She takes your hand and pulls you to a stop. “What is it?”

Your voice sounds small and far-off. “It’s all darkness. Everything.” You seemed to deflate as you sigh. “I’d love to see the aurora.”

Annie squeezes your hand and there’s a weariness in her voice when she speaks. “So would I, my love.” She gives you a slight tug. “Not much further; it’s just around the corner.”

You turn right at the intersection and walk maybe another seventy meters to your destination: a large, somewhat well-to-do house with a large yard behind and to the side. As with all the other houses there are no lights on. While she is still a couple of meters from the door Annie crafts a spell and tries to open it. It doesn’t open, so she walks up to the door, removes the mitten on her left hand and sets it upon the surface, then phases her arm all the way past the elbow through the door. A moment later locks are disengaged and the door opens. She yanks her arm out and enters without saying a word.

You follow and close the door behind. You’re in a small entryway where there are various shoes and boots waiting. There is an opening in the wall: Annie steps through and you’re right behind. It’s the living room, one surprisingly large and well furnished, with good wallpapering and drapes, a couple of easy chairs, several tables, a sofa, and in entertainment center with a flatscreen TV. It’s obvious that whomever lives here has some money.

Annie examines the room. “We can use this for the broadcast. We can sit on the sofa—”

You push back the hood of your parka and roll up your baklava until it sits upon your head like a hat. “No heat in here.” You point to the far end of the room. “We can set up a small fire in the corner over there, and over here by the entrance.”

Annie pushes back her hood and does the same with her baklava. “It’s possible they have a LPG tank and all we need to do is relight the pilot.” She pulled off her mittens and let them hang at the end of her sleeves while she removed the woolen gloves underneath. “I won’t hold out hope for that, however.”

You shake your head. “We’re better off supplying our own heat.” You have stepped back into the hallway. “We should check to see if there’s anyone here.”

Annie looks over your shoulder. “I’ll take the left side, you take the right.” You had the first door on the right side of the hall, but before you go in you watch Annie outside her door, steeling herself before waving it open. She forms a light point and goes inside the room.

You remove your mittens and gloves, ready your light point, and wave open the door.

At first glance it looks as if it could be a girl’s room. There’s a twin bed before you partially covered by a light-colored comforter that’s been thrown back as if someone had leapt out of bed. There are a couple of stuffed animals at the foot of the bed and a small stuffed hippo lay at your feet. On the other side of the bed is a small dressing table and facing the foot of the bed is a wardrobe. There are posters on the wall of what looked to be young men, though you recognize none of them.

But there’s no one here and you know it’s been a while since anyone slept in this bed—

“The master bedroom is empty.” Annie moves through the doorway and slides up to your left. “It’s like the other residents we’ve investigated.”

You shake your head as a wave of sadness courses through your body. “Yeah, I guess it was asking for too much find someone home.” You half turn towards her. “You really think it’s necessary to explore the rest of the house?”

She shakes her head. “There’s no one here but us.”

You swing the light point around so that it comes to a rest at the foot of the bed. “Yeah.” Your gaze first focuses upon the wardrobe before slowly panning left. “We should probably get some heat going so we can ditch these coats—”

Your gaze stops upon something at the far end of the room directly in front of you. You pause only a second before letting out a yelp as you’re startled…


There you have it: the complete vision.  So what is left?  After all, there’s usually some sort of aftermath to these visions; at least that’s all seen the last two.

You’re not going to be disappointed by this outcome


Kerry screamed as he fell backwards on to the nest the pillows behind him. He lay on his back for a few seconds trying to catch his breath and calm his speeding heart. He felt his chest and stomach, expecting to be drenched by tea and was surprised to find he was completely dry.

What surprised him even more was to find Annie lying next to him staring up at the ceiling as she gripped a pillow while slowing her breathing. Five seconds later she rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Kerry checked his tee shirt again then looked at Annie. “You’re not wet.”

“I took the tea from you before anything bad could happen.” Deanna was leaning forward on her pillows, the cups of tea on the floor to her left. “What happened? I heard your dialogue—”

Annie brushed her hair from her face as she returned to her pillow. “We were speaking?”

Kerry sat back up with a grunt. “Again?”

“Yes to both questions.” Deanna waited until both young teens appeared settled before asking her own questions. “First, was this another shared vision?”

“It was.” Annie flipped her hair back over her shoulders. “Just like last year.”

“I suspected that: your interaction indicated you were together.” Deanna looked Kerry, who appeared uneasy once more. “Kerry, what caused you to act that way? It was obvious something affected you first and that pulled Annie out of the vision as well.”

At first it almost seemed as if Kerry wasn’t going to respond, as his eyes shifted from left to right and his fingers tapped away on his thighs. He finally replied without making eye contact with the seer. “I saw something.”

Deanna’s right eyebrow arched upward for a second. “And what did you see?”


Whatever Kerry saw it scared the shit out of him.  And it would appear Annie saw it as well, as it was a shared vision and she gave every indication that this vision shook her as well.  So the question becomes, what did they see?

Good thing tomorrow is Christmas ’cause that give me an excuse to give you present in the form of an answer…

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