Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK THREE

Chapter 2 : Forbidden Doctrine

Episode 24 : November 15 2019 Friday 9th grade

Copyright © 2019-2025 Gary Brandt. All rights reserved.

The air is heavy, charged with an otherworldly hum.

Ella, Helana, Eileen, and Roxana stand in a vast, shadowed chamber, its walls shimmering like liquid metal.

A figure, cloaked in authority, looms on a dais—Meredith, her eyes cold and unyielding.

Her aide, Aaron, hovers nearby, his face impassive. “Are they all here?” Meredith asks, her voice echoing. “Yes, Your Honor,” Aaron replies.

“All four, but Ella and Helana are still asleep.” “Wake the cult leaders—Ella and the time-displaced one, Helana,” Meredith orders. Ella jolts upright, disoriented.

“Where the hell are we? This isn’t night school.” “You’re in the chambers of the High Court of the Galactic Council,” Aaron says sharply.

“Speak respectfully, or face punishment.” “I’ll speak however I damn well please,” Ella snaps.

“Who are you fools? Galactic Council, my ass.” “Your concern isn’t our authority,” Meredith says, her tone icy.

“It’s the charges against you: corrupting Earth’s timeline by introducing future knowledge and preaching a false, damaging religious doctrine to its primitive inhabitants.” “Religious doctrine?” Ella scoffs.

“What are you talking about?” Helana steps forward, her voice steady.

“They mean me—my answers about my domain’s beliefs and workings.” “Exactly,” Meredith says, sneering.

“Pathetic.

Hundreds of millions of years, countless generations, and you haven’t evolved.

You’re no different from today’s Earth humans.

Your doctrine of non-evolution is forbidden here.

You’re corrupting the timeline.

Cease, or be removed.” “Removed?” Ella asks, eyes narrowing.

“What’s that mean?” “They want to kill me,” Helana says quietly, “like the gunman Eileen stopped at the mall.” Ella’s voice rises, fierce.

“I don’t care who you think you are—you’re not killing anyone.

I’m not religious, but Helana and Roxana are, and they can believe and preach whatever they want.” “Something’s wrong!” Eileen says, shaking Roxana awake.

“Wake up!” “What’s happening?” Roxana asks, blinking. “These idiots want Helana to stop preaching her ‘false doctrines’ or they’ll kill her,” Ella says. Roxana scans the chamber, her gaze locking on Meredith.

“Don’t worry, Helana.

They’re tricksters, demons pretending to be something else.

In the name of Jesus, release us!” Ella bolts upright in bed, heart pounding, the familiar glow of Helana’s fairy lights grounding her.

“Was that a dream?” “A dreamscape,” Helana says, sitting up, her face pale.

“But real.

I feared this.

My presence angers entities who want to control Earth’s evolution and dominate the world.

Roxana saved us.

Those beings creep me out.” “Then we preach louder,” Ella says, grinning defiantly.

“I’ll even preach a bit.

Screw them.” “Should we tell Commander Beaker?” Helana asks.

“He wants contact reports.” “Nah,” Ella says.

“Ignore it—it’s nonsense unless they tell Melanie, and she tells him.

Oh, crap, they’re probably listening.

Commander, if you’re eavesdropping, stop! We deserve privacy, or your precious project’s toast.” “Don’t be mad at him,” Helana says, yawning.

“He’s a nice old guy, trying hard.” “Sweet dreams, honey,” Ella says.

“I’ll ask Roxana for protection prayers so those fools can’t invade our dreams.

Only you girls I love get in here.” --- ### Lunch Meeting The school cafeteria buzzes with chatter, but the girls’ corner table is an island of quiet authority.

Ella, Helana, Eileen, and Roxana sit close, their confidence—a mix of defiance and purpose—keeping other students at bay.

Their growing following, a mix of awe and fear, has teachers whispering about a potential cult.

The town’s scrutiny tightens, rumors swirling about the girls’ strange influence. Roxana slides a handwritten list across the table.

“I’ve got prayers to block dream invaders.

Check them out.” Ella scans it, grinning.

“Number one’s killer: ‘Every spirit that troubles my sleep be destroyed by God’s thunder, in Jesus’ name.’” “I like four,” Eileen says, smirking.

“‘Let God’s sword cut off the head of every entity troubling my sleep, in Jesus’ name.’” “Those are intense,” Helana says, hesitant.

“We want to keep invaders out, not destroy them.

I like eight: ‘I pray God’s angels guard my sleep and dreams from uninvited invaders, in Jesus’ name.’ You girls and those who love us are invited.” “Number eight it is,” Ella says.

“Memorize it for bedtime.

If it fails, I’m unleashing number one on those tricksters.” “What’s this forbidden doctrine they’re mad about?” Eileen asks, popping a fry. Helana leans in.

“Evolution.

Life adapts to environmental changes or goes extinct.

On Earth, though, evolution’s tampered with—sometimes benignly, like breeding better fruit; sometimes evil, like reprogramming humans or animals into soldiers or slaves.” “My people, millions of years ago, decided the current human form fulfills life’s purpose: to experience love, live fully, and create spirits for the One Infinite Creator to cherish.

Our DNA hasn’t changed, though our spirits and culture have evolved.

They don’t care about that—they’re obsessed with physical evolution, exploiting it.” “If our beliefs spread here,” she continues, “people might reject drama, wars, and conflict, choosing to steward this planet and enjoy life.

That ruins their plans to harvest humanity for evil.” “Note to self,” Eileen says, grinning.

“Look up ‘benign,’ ‘propagate,’ ‘dimensional.’ Helana’s English is getting too fancy.” “How long’s this harvesting been happening?” Roxana asks. “Not always,” Helana says.

“Millions of years were natural.

But tampering’s occurred for ages, and it’s happening now.” “Can we stop it?” Ella asks. “I planned to ignore it—too dangerous,” Helana says.

“But after those jerks invaded our dreams, I’m ready to fight.” “Count me in,” Roxana says.

“Those demon assholes need to crawl back to their pit.

My church has people who’ll fight this evil.” “Enough religion,” Eileen says, laughing.

“After school, let’s watch a movie with those sexy muscle guys that make Helana squirm.” --- ### Assessment Grades Commander Beaker’s office is stark, its walls lined with maps and monitors.

Melanie Crenshaw sits across from him, her tablet glowing with data. “How are the girls doing?” Beaker asks, sipping coffee. “Remarkable,” Melanie says.

“We’ve measured their concurrent thought processes—a gauge of brain power.

Most people handle one thought at a time, switching quickly to seem multitasking.

Push them, and they scatter.

A CEO might manage three simultaneous thoughts—planning, budgeting, talking—without switching.

That was the max until Ella.” “Ella?” Beaker asks, leaning forward. “She can process five distinct thoughts at once, briefly,” Melanie says.

“It’s like she has multiple brains working in sync.

Extraordinary.” “And the others?” he asks. “Eileen’s different,” Melanie says.

“She excels at analyzing social data.

She helped a girl plan a party, tracking guests, relationships, crushes, and conflicts without a list.

She scheduled arrivals to avoid drama—cheaters not caught, crushes paired.

That’s CEO, congressman, or president-level skill.

She’d thrive in law school.” “Helana and Roxana?” Beaker asks. “Spiritually focused,” Melanie says.

“Their inner processes are hidden, so we lack data.

Their bond with Ella and Eileen suggests high functioning, though.” “Should we tell their parents?” he asks. “Not yet,” Melanie says.

“The school wants advanced classes—they could graduate by 16.

But that isolates them from peers, countering our influencer goal.

Social connection is key.” “Is it fair to hold them back?” Beaker asks, frowning. “No,” Melanie admits, conflicted.

“But I propose guiding them toward more social interaction beyond their group, balancing academics and social growth.

We don’t need isolated geniuses.” “How?” he asks. Melanie grins.

“You won’t like it.” “Uh-oh,” Beaker says.

“What’s the plan?” “Boys,” she says. “Hell no!” Beaker exclaims.

“They’re too young to date, and their parents will have our heads.” “Not dating,” Melanie clarifies.

“Supervised, engineered social settings with boys and girls, fostering natural, safe interactions.” “Do we pick the boys?” Beaker asks, wary. “Absolutely,” Melanie says, laughing. --- Ella’s bedroom is a cocoon, the world hushed beyond its walls.

Helana’s soft breathing mingles with the hum of May 29, 2025, a quiet spring night.

Ella opens her diary, her thoughts a storm of defiance and unease.

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Guns and Stuff

A group of teenage girls undergo police firearms training led by Eileen's mother, where two of them demonstrate unexplained psychokinetic abilities that allow them to achieve impossibly accurate shooting clusters. During a family camping trip, the girls encounter a mysterious hermit named Ezekiel who warns them about dangerous entities and joins them for dinner, revealing himself to be more than he appears when he vanishes into the woods afterward.

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Helana, who appears to be from another dimension or realm, bonds with her adoptive father Mr. Danvers over breakfast while grappling with her new human existence and the fading memories of her original domain. Meanwhile, her nearly identical sister Ella encounters mysterious beings claiming to be Pleiadians who insist she's a `Star Seed,` but she suspects they're actually dangerous reptilian entities in disguise and seeks guidance from both a military commander and Helana.

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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.