Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK TWO

Chapter 4 : Happy Birthday

Episode 15 : September 6th 2019 Friday 9th grade

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The night school classroomThe night school classroom shimmers with its familiar pearlescent glow, the walls pulsing like liquid starlight. Ella, Roxana, Eileen, and Helana stand in a circle, their spirits vibrant despite their sleeping bodies back on Earth. Helana's mom, her presence warm and maternal, greets them with a radiant smile.

"Hello, Mom," Ella says, her voice eager. "I hoped we'd come tonight. What's the lesson?"

"We're going on a field trip to a special place," Helana's mom replies, her eyes twinkling. "A place to explore, learn, and celebrate."

"Where, Mom?" Helana asks, her English now fluent, her excitement palpable.

"It's one of our favorite places," her mom says. "It has many names, but we call it the Ocean of Infinity. We're going to the beach."

"Awesome!" Eileen says. "How do we get there?"

"Follow me through this door," Helana's mom says, gesturing to a glowing portal. "In this realm, distance doesn't exist. Think of where you want to be, and you're there."

"That's convenient," Roxana says, her tone wry.

"I still want a car someday," Helana giggles. "Driving looks fun."

They step through the portal, and Ella gasps. "Wow!" She spins, her bare feet sinking into warm sand. An ocean stretches before them, its waves glittering under a sun that shines alongside a star-filled sky. Palm trees sway in a salty breeze, the air alive with the scent of brine and possibility. "It's like Earth, but… magical."

"It's amazing," Roxana says, glancing down at her pajamas. "But we're in sleep clothes. I want to swim."

"Easy fix," Helana says. "Close your eyes, girls. Picture your favorite swimsuit. Imagine wearing it—feel the fabric, how it fits. Focus."

A strange tingle washes over them, like a breeze reshaping their forms. "What just happened?" Eileen says, eyes snapping open. "It worked! Look, we've got suits!"

The girls laugh, twirling in their manifested swimsuits. Ella's is a bold red bikini. Roxana's is a black two piece. Ella stares, half-amused, half-scandalized. "Roxana! A bikini? I'm telling your mom."

"I was curious how it'd look," Roxana says, grinning. "It's not like I'll wear it on Earth. How's it fit?"

"Too good," Ella says, laughing. "You'd get grounded for life."

Eileen giggles. "Look at the three of us, all scandalous in our bikinis. I feel naked."

"How'd this happen?" Eileen asks, tugging at her green tankini. "How do thoughts become… stuff?"

"That's tonight's lesson," Helana's mom says. "Joules—J-O-U-L-E-S—an Earth term for energy. Everything, in every domain, is energy. Matter, rocks, even you, are concentrated energy. On Earth, a speck of matter holds mega-joules—hundreds of millions. Here, a mountain might hold micro-joules—a millionth of a joule." She gestures to the ocean. "On Earth, an individual's thoughts are too weak to shape matter; the universe's inertia, built by countless spirits, resists change. Here, consciousness rules. Thoughts manifest instantly, organizing energy into form. That's how you created your swimsuits—your thoughts shaped the energy."

"Can we manifest on Earth?" Ella asks, her scientific mind racing.

"Yes," Helana's mom says. "But it's slower. On Earth, you manifest with your hands. You think, plan, gather materials—needle, thread, a sewing machine—and craft your thought into form. It's the same process, just more effort in an energy-dense universe."

"Enough lesson," Helana says, tugging her mom's arm. "Can we swim? And what's this party?"

"Go swim, girls," her mom says, smiling. "We'll talk party later."

The girls dive into the waves, the water warm and buoyant, their laughter echoing. Time feels endless here, with no physical fatigue, but eventually, mental boredom sets in. They wade back to shore, where a festive scene awaits: tables laden with food, gifts wrapped in shimmering paper, and beach umbrellas casting dappled shade. A crowd of beings—some human, some blue or green, others distinctly alien—mills about, their faces alight with joy.

"What's all this?" Helana asks, her eyes wide.

"On Earth, you celebrate birthdays," her mom says. "You girls are turning fourteen, and Helana's development matches. So, happy birthday! This is your 14th birthday party."

Eileen scans the crowd. "Who are these people? Some I know from night school, but others… I feel like I know them. Some look like me, but others aren't human."

"They all love you," Helana's mom says. "Some are ancestors who've left Earth. Others are spirit guides you'll meet later. A few— I won't say who, to keep the surprise—are your future children. They're here to honor your special day."

Roxana drops to the sand, cross-legged, tears streaming. "Are you okay?" Ella asks, kneeling beside her, Helana joining them. Helana manifests a tissue, gently drying Roxana's eyes.

"'In my Father's house are many mansions,'" Roxana whispers. "Jesus said that. I saw my grandma over there. This is one of those mansions. Is this Heaven?"

Helana's mom helps Roxana stand, enveloping her in a hug. "There are countless mansions—domains as infinite as imagination. This is a small one. Heaven is everywhere, wherever spirit resides, even Earth. You're always in Heaven, even if you don't feel it."

The girls mingle, greeted by warm smiles and stories of past and future. They eat spirit food—cakes that taste of joy, fruits that spark laughter—and dance to music that blends Earthly rhythms with alien harmonies. Gifts pile up: trinkets, books, objects that hum with energy.

"Who's that woman fading in and out?" Helana asks, pointing to a figure flickering near the palms.

"A remote viewer from Earth," her mom says. "She found you for us. She visits while awake, so her consciousness makes her flicker. Get to know her—she's kind and will be a resource on Earth."

"Does your mom have a name?" Ella asks Helana. "I don't want to just say 'Hey, you.'"

"Call her Mom," Helana says, grinning. "She's your mom too."

"Mom," Ella says, testing the word, "I have questions. We've been here hours—our bodies should be awake. Will our parents think we're dead?"

"You're my daughter now," Mom says, her voice warm. "Time here is flexible. Only seconds have passed on Earth. You'll return to the moment you left, like time travel."

"Can we take these gifts back?" Ella asks.

"Some stay here, building your presence in this domain—a home for future visits or after your Earth life. Others, copied from Earth's internet ads, will be shipped to you. Expect packages from strangers."

Ella holds up her bikini, its fabric intricate. "This swimsuit—the stitching, the fibers, it's so detailed. I didn't think of all that. How'd it manifest so perfectly?"

"You're a true scientist," Mom says, beaming. "The infinite field of existence—what we call soul, the mind of the One Infinite Creator—holds all knowledge, down to molecular structures. Your thought of the swimsuit created a resonance, vibrating with the Akashic records, which supplied the details. Without that, you'd get a blob of goo."

"Is that why scientists discover things in dreams?" Ella asks, eyes sparkling. "They tap the Akashic records?"

"Likely," Mom says. "Their focus resonates with the records, revealing new knowledge. You'll learn this, Ella. You're destined for great discoveries."

The crowd thins, beings blinking out. "Time to go," Ella says. "One last question: the food we ate—what happens to it?"

"Spirit food nourishes spirit," Mom says, hugging her. "No waste here, unlike dense domains. You'll remember everything, but it'll take days for your brain to process. It'll feel like a dream at first, then sharpen."

A door glows near the tree line. The girls step through, and Ella wakes in her room at 3:35 a.m., groggy. Roxana sleeps beside her on the air mattress. Ella kisses her forehead gently and drifts back to sleep.

The next afternoon, the doorbell chimes at Ella's house, the October air crisp through the open windows. Ella's mom opens the door to a UPS driver, his arms full. "Packages for Ella Patel, Roxana Park, Eileen Danvers, Helana Danvers," he says.

"They're upstairs," Ella's mom says. "I'll sign."

"Thanks, ma'am," he says, hurrying back to his truck.

"Girls, you've got mail!" she shouts.

The girls thunder downstairs, eyes wide at the stack of boxes. "What's this?" Ella's mom asks. "Did you order something? Who's Melanie Crenshaw?"

"Let's open them and see," Ella says, reaching for a box.

"No way," her mom says, pulling it back. "Not until we know where they're from."

"There's a note," Eileen says, pointing to a label. "'Happy Birthday.'"

"This one has a business card," Roxana says. "Melanie Crenshaw, MA, Licensed Professional Counselor, Life Coach, Consultant for US Naval Research Laboratory."

"Oh!" Ella says, excited. "She's from the Navy program. Our summer friends must've sent birthday gifts."

"I'm skeptical," her mom says. "I bet Commander Beaker's involved. Let's open them here to check they're appropriate."

"Let's take them upstairs," Ella counters. "Some Navy kids are pranksters—could be embarrassing stuff. We'll check for bombs."

"Not funny, Ella," her mom says, snatching the card. "I'm calling this woman first. Go upstairs. I'll let you know."

In Ella's room, the girls sit nervously. "What if Mom learns she's a remote viewer?" Roxana says. "If she knows what that is, she'll freak."

"Are these the night school gifts?" Helana asks.

"Totally," Eileen says. "That's so cool."

"I hope Melanie's discreet," Roxana says. "We can't handle another mom meltdown."Ella's mom knocks and enters. "I spoke with Melanie. She was your instructor at the Naval Academy. The staff and students sent these—nothing inappropriate. She's visiting next week and wants to come to your birthday party. We'll open these then, with your other gifts."

"Worse than Christmas," Roxana groans. "More waiting."

"Life's about waiting," her mom says, laughing as she leaves.

At midnight, Ella sits at her desk, the house silent. She opens her diary, her mind swirling with memories.

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Love at First Sight

Ella and her three sisters celebrate their 14th birthday at a party where Helana receives a romantic letter from 19-year-old Bobby Miller, causing her to flee in emotional turmoil as she grapples with intense first love feelings. Later, Navy intelligence officers recruit the exceptional girls for a Saturday program teaching specialized skills, which they agree to join despite some reservations about the mysterious curriculum.

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Ella convinces her skeptical mother to let three other girls with telepathic abilities stay at their house, claiming it's due to family emergencies and a Navy program, while the girls secretly struggle to control their expanding psychic powers that are overwhelming them with unwanted thoughts from others. When one girl's mother has a breakdown from witnessing their abilities, Commander Beaker suggests using `white lies` and psychological manipulation to help the traumatized woman retreat into a more comfortable reality that doesn't include the supernatural.

FIRST Chapter 0 Sleep Over

Thirteen-year-old Ella and her best friends Eileen and Roxana encounter an interdimensional being named Helana during a sleepover, who appears as different benevolent figures to each girl and reveals glimpses of their legendary futures. When Helana tries to leave after accidentally revealing herself and disrupting their timelines, Ella cleverly traps the entity by claiming authority over her domain, forcing Helana to stay as their `genie in a bottle` despite her pleas to return home.