Ella`s Story
My Love From The Future
BOOK FIVE

Chapter 8 : Bright Eyes

Episode 51 : February 8 2021 Monday 10th grade 10

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

The knock at the front door came just as the Danvers family was settling into their morning routine.

Mr. Danvers set down his coffee cup and walked to the entrance, opening it to find a weathered man standing on the porch.

The stranger`s clothes were worn but clean, his gray hair unkempt, and his face bore the telltale signs of someone who had spent considerable time outdoors. "Yes? How can I help you?" Mr. Danvers asked, his tone cautious but polite. "Hello.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Danvers.

My name is Bernard.

I need to speak to Helena." Before Mr. Danvers could respond, the sound of footsteps thundered down the stairs.

Helena appeared, her face lighting up with recognition as she rushed past her father to embrace the unexpected visitor. "Bernard!" she exclaimed, wrapping him in a warm hug. Ella appeared moments later, her expression a mixture of confusion and suspicion.

"What the hell, Helena?" "Yeah, what`s going on here?" Mr. Danvers echoed, his paternal instincts heightened by the unusual scene unfolding on his doorstep. Helena stepped back from Bernard, her hand still on his shoulder.

"This is my friend Bernard.

He`s the researcher we met in the forest—at the homeless camp.

Remember? He`s the author who`s been writing about the homeless community." Understanding dawned on Mr. Danvers` face.

"Oh, so you`re the fellow studying homelessness by immersing yourself in it.

It`s good to meet you properly." He extended his hand and stepped aside.

"Come in.

We`re just about to make breakfast.

You`re welcome to join us." Bernard`s eyes softened with gratitude.

It had been months since he`d experienced the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal shared around a family table.

As they gathered in the kitchen, the warm domesticity of the scene felt almost foreign after his time in the woods. Ella studied Bernard carefully throughout the meal, noting the genuine affection Helena showed him.

A familiar pang of jealousy twisted in her chest—another person vying for her sister`s attention and care. "So what brings you here today?" Ella asked, her tone sharper than necessary. Bernard set down his fork and looked directly at Helena.

"I came to say goodbye.

I`ve finished my research, and it`s time to put it all into a manuscript.

But first, there`s a problem in the woods that I need Helena`s help with.

I need her special skills to solve it." He paused, choosing his words carefully.

"I need Helena to come with me into the woods again, just for a little while." Mr. Danvers` expression hardened immediately.

"I don`t think so.

Helena is only fifteen years old.

She doesn`t belong in a homeless camp in the woods, regardless of the circumstances." "I need to go," Helena said quietly, her hand moving instinctively to her chest.

"I can feel it—I can sense the problem." "Then I`m going with her," Ella declared.

"We`ll take security.

There`s no way she`s going alone." "If you girls are going, then I`m going too," Mr. Danvers stated firmly. "No!" Ella`s response was immediate and emphatic. Helena touched her father`s arm gently.

"I`m sorry, Dad, but you can`t come.

You have certain responsibilities as an officer of the court.

We have to handle this ourselves." Mr. Danvers looked between his daughters, frustration evident in his voice.

"What the hell are you girls talking about? Obviously there`s illegal activity going on that you don`t want me to witness, and you want to go out there alone.

I`m not having it.

You girls stay here.

I`m going with Bernard to see what`s happening, and I`m bringing your mother." Bernard held up a placating hand.

"Actually, we will need you and your wife eventually, but not just yet.

Please, trust your daughters.

We need to go in first—I need the girls to meet some people there.

If you arrive with law enforcement, these people will scatter into the woods, and our opportunity will be lost.

We`ll call you when it`s time." Ella leaned forward.

"You know what our special skills are, Dad.

We`ll be safe, and Bernard wouldn`t have come here like this if it wasn`t important.

We`ll take the Navy satellite phones—they get service out there." Mr. Danvers rubbed his temples, feeling the familiar weight of worry that came with having daughters involved in situations beyond the normal scope of teenage life.

"Damn it.

You girls are going to be the death of me." He looked up, his expression stern.

"You have until sundown.

If I don`t hear from you by then, I`m contacting Commander Beaker, and we`re coming to get you." "Okay, Dad," Helena said, already reaching for her phone.

"I need to call Bobby.

He should come too." "We need Pastor John as well," Ella added, pulling out her own device.

"I`ll give him a call.

We can meet at his church and head into the woods from there." Once Again Into the Woods An hour later, Ella had assembled her team by the small country church where Pastor John ministered to his modest congregation.

Bobby, Roxanna, and Eileen arrived within minutes of each other, and soon the group was making their way down the narrow, shadowed path that led into the forest.

Several security agents followed at a discrete distance, their presence a compromise between independence and safety. "Let`s keep quiet as we approach my tent," Bernard instructed in a low voice.

"I don`t want to spook anyone." As they neared the familiar clearing, Eileen looked around with confusion.

"Where`s Mabel? Her tent is gone." "Mabel moved on," Bernard replied simply.

"She never stays in one place for long." "So what exactly are we doing here?" Ella asked, her patience wearing thin. Bernard pointed across the clearing.

"Over there.

Do you see that young woman standing by the tent, swaying like a statue?" The group followed his gaze to where a girl stood motionless except for a subtle swaying motion, as if she were fighting to maintain her balance. "What`s wrong with her?" Roxanna asked.

"Why is she just standing there like that?" Smoking the Blues Pastor John`s expression grew somber with recognition.

"I`ve seen this before.

She`s trying to experience what they call the `sweet spot`—the space between consciousness and unconsciousness.

She`s likely used heroin or fentanyl and wants to enjoy the high without falling asleep and missing it." As if summoned by their attention, the girl suddenly collapsed to the ground. "Oh my God, she fell!" Eileen exclaimed as Pastor John rushed to help her. "Get away from me, you pervert!" the girl snarled, pushing Pastor John away even as he helped her into a sitting position.

She tried to speak again but slowly slumped forward, her head dropping between her knees.

A piece of blackened aluminum foil lay on the ground beside her. "Is she going to die?" Ella asked, genuine concern in her voice.

"Is she why you brought us here?" "She`ll be fine," Bernard assured them.

"They sleep in that position all the time.

She`s part of the reason I brought you here, but there`s someone else I want you to meet." He turned to Pastor John.

"Did you see her eyes?" Pastor John nodded grimly.

"Yes.

Pinpoint pupils—her iris was just a pinhole.

That`s classic opiate intoxication.

That foil suggests she`s been smoking fentanyl pills.

They call them `blues` because of the color." "Did you notice anything else about her eyes?" Bernard pressed. Dead Eyes "I see where you`re going with this," Pastor John said thoughtfully.

"Yes—dead eyes.

The light of her spirit isn`t shining through.

There must have been significant trauma in her life, enough to dim the life force of her spirit.

Her life energy is extremely low.

She`s become an empty shell." Roxanna looked puzzled.

"There`s supposed to be a spiritual light in people`s eyes?" "Yes," Bernard explained.

"Your spirit shines through your eyes like a light—like a backlit computer screen.

You might not see it in a photograph because it`s a spiritual phenomenon.

The spirit in you recognizes the spirit in others, especially through the eyes.

But when someone`s spirit is severely damaged, that light goes out." Bobby glanced at Helena.

"I see that light in Helena.

Her eyes sparkle like diamonds." "Yeah, but you`re in love with Helena," Eileen said with a roll of her eyes.

"That sparkle might just be in your imagination." "No, I see it too," Bernard confirmed.

"I see it in all of you, but it`s strongest in Helena." Ella`s frustration boiled over.

"Oh, shut up! Everyone`s in love with Helena.

Big deal.

So what are we supposed to do here?" "How old do you think that girl is?" Bobby asked, studying the collapsed figure. Pastor John considered carefully.

"She appears to be in her early twenties, maybe twenty-five.

But it`s hard to tell.

These kids who smoke fentanyl often alternate with methamphetamine—using fentanyl to come down and meth to wake up.

The meth ages them incredibly fast.

She could be your age and just look twenty-five.

If you see her next year, she might look forty.

It`s heartbreaking to watch these beautiful young people age themselves so rapidly.

By the time she`s fifty, she`ll look seventy-five—if she lives that long." "There`s someone else I want you to meet," Bernard said, changing the subject.

"She isn`t here right now, but she should return soon.

I`ll make us some lunch while we wait." He lit a camp stove and began preparing a simple meal of beans and frankfurters. Bright Eyes As the group cleaned up after lunch, with Pastor John and Bobby exploring the surrounding forest, a young woman approached the clearing carrying several shopping bags.

She wore a brand-new dress and pristine sneakers, her makeup applied with professional precision.

She was stunningly beautiful, and the girls stared in amazement, wondering what someone like her was doing in a homeless camp. Curious about the unfamiliar faces, the young woman approached Bernard.

"Bernie, where`s mine? You didn`t save me any lunch?" "I`m sorry," Bernard replied with genuine regret.

"I didn`t know when you`d return from shopping.

I`ll cook supper for you, so don`t disappear again." Pastor John and Bobby rejoined the group just as Bernard called out, "Check out these eyes, Pastor John.

Look at that sparkle." Pastor John studied the young woman`s face carefully.

"I see what you mean.

There`s powerful life energy shining through." The girl laughed and shook her head.

"Are you giving me an eye exam? You`re weird, Bernie." She affectionately patted Bernard`s head like he was a beloved pet.

"He always calls me Bright Eyes.

I love you, Bernie, but you`re fucking strange." She glanced back at the group of teenagers with curiosity before heading toward the tent where her family was camped. Once she was out of earshot, Ella`s judgment was swift and harsh.

"So what`s a little rich bitch doing out here in the woods?" "Seriously," Eileen added.

"Did you see that dress? Those bags are full of expensive makeup.

Does she have some rich sugar daddy buying her all that stuff? And if so, why doesn`t he get her an apartment?" Bernard`s expression grew troubled.

"There are several older men in town who would like to be her benefactor, but she`s only sixteen years old.

Most are waiting for her eighteenth birthday.

A few don`t care that she`s still a child, which terrifies me.

I warn her constantly about getting into cars with older men, but it`s how she gets transportation around town.

I tell her that some of these men won`t take no for an answer." He paused.

"But she doesn`t need a sugar daddy.

She`s completely self-sufficient." "Her family is essentially a criminal enterprise—professional thieves.

She`s the most skilled thief in the family, a true master of her craft.

She moves through stores like a ghost, filling her bags and leaving before anyone realizes she was there.

She takes great pride in her abilities.

She has regular clients in town who buy stolen merchandise for half the retail price.

Many of the local thrift stores carry items she`s stolen.

She specializes in cosmetics, hygiene products, and women`s clothing.

Some of the elderly women in town adore her because they can get high-end products for a fraction of the cost.

Her parents are in poor health, and she`s become the primary breadwinner for the family.

She`s extremely proud of that responsibility." Karma: She Will Kick Your Ass Pastor John frowned deeply.

"Doesn`t she understand that there`s karmic debt attached to those stolen items?" "No, and it breaks my heart," Bernard replied, his voice heavy with sadness.

"I`ve tried to explain karma and its connection to the law of attraction—how to manifest a good life through positive actions.

But she just stares at me like I`m speaking a foreign language.

I think she`s intelligent enough to understand, but her family hasn`t provided the conceptual framework necessary for comprehension." His voice grew more passionate.

"Karma will slowly drain the life from her spirit.

The beautiful light in those bright eyes will fade, and she`ll become an angry, resentful, bitter woman.

Karma might even take her life long before her time.

When I think about that possibility, it brings me to tears." Eileen looked confused.

"What`s a conceptual framework?" "Think of it as a worldview," Pastor John explained, "a fundamental understanding of how the world operates.

For example, if you lived in a culture that had never seen an automobile, and one suddenly came driving down the road, you`d have no idea what it was and would probably run in terror.

You`d lack any frame of reference to understand what an automobile is.

If her family has no spiritual consciousness, then the concept that stealing is morally wrong and carries negative karmic consequences would be meaningless to them.

They wouldn`t understand what Bernard is talking about.

In their minds, if they don`t get caught by police, everything is fine.

They think it`s all free." "If she`s making so much money selling stolen goods, why are they living in a tent in the forest?" Ella asked. "That`s the karma in action!" Bernard exclaimed.

"I`ve shown her the pattern repeatedly.

Every time they score big and manage to get a car, rent a house, acquire nice things—within weeks, it all disappears.

They get evicted, the car gets wrecked or repossessed, their possessions get stolen.

They`ve all spent time in jail.

Bright Eyes was in juvenile detention a few years ago.

Karma doesn`t just take your material possessions—it can take your freedom, your health, your happiness, your children.

It can even kill you.

That`s karma reclaiming what was taken, with interest." Roxanna pointed toward their tent.

"I think their tent is on fire." Thick white smoke was billowing from the canvas structure. "No, that`s just Bright Eyes using the bong," Bernard said matter-of-factly.

"She smokes what they call `G`—a form of methamphetamine.

She`s become expert at operating the torch, loading the bong, and clearing enormous lung-fulls of smoke." A Rite of Passage "At her age, I believe she`s going through what anthropologists call rites of passage—ways of proving she`s ready to join the adult world.

In my generation, rites of passage were smoking cigarettes, learning to drive, and dating.

In her family, it`s smoking heroin and robbing stores.

She wants to be recognized as a grown-up, and to her, this is what adults do." Pastor John nodded thoughtfully.

"That`s an interesting perspective.

I`ve counseled many young people struggling with addiction, and in almost every case, they`re using drugs to medicate unresolved childhood trauma.

It`s usually sexual abuse for girls and physical abuse for boys, though there are many forms of trauma.

Unresolved childhood trauma is one of the biggest mental health epidemics in the world today.

I hadn`t considered drug abuse as a rite of passage, but that interpretation makes sense as well." Ella`s suspicion returned.

"So why her specifically, Bernard? Are you in love with her? Are you waiting for her to turn eighteen?" Grandpa Love Bernard`s response was immediate and firm.

"I love her, but not romantically.

I love her with what I call `grandpa love`—I see her as the granddaughter I never had.

The term `in love` implies romantic attachment.

My love for her is paternal, which makes it even more painful in some ways." Bobby looked confused.

"What`s the difference?" "Well," Bernard explained, "if you were romantically in love with someone who was the love of your life, you could court her and hopefully build a future together.

You could love that person and keep her close for the rest of your life.

Grandpa love is different.

A grandfather`s job is to help his grandchildren find their own path, their own love.

These days, that often means letting them go—they move away, and if you`re lucky, you see them on holidays.

That creates what psychologists call `empty nest syndrome,` which is emotional agony." "I understand," Pastor John said with sympathy.

"As a therapist, I can`t allow myself to become too attached to my patients, no matter how endearing they are.

Otherwise, you can`t do your job effectively, and you might end up harming them more than helping." "Exactly," Bernard agreed.

"I made a mistake and let my heart go where it shouldn`t have gone.

She`s become like the light of my life.

Everything seems brighter and more alive when she`s around.

I`m miserable when she`s gone.

Now I need to leave, and it`s going to tear a hole in my heart." Helena studied him with compassionate eyes.

"You`re a wise man, Bernard.

Why did you allow yourself to get so emotionally involved?" "I panicked," Bernard admitted.

"The life she`s living will destroy her—there`s no doubt about that.

She is, at least to me, such a special, precious child.

Watching her situation was like seeing a little girl standing in the middle of a street with a truck bearing down on her.

There`s no time to think—you just jump into the street and try to save the child, even though you know you`ll probably both die.

It would be better to die than watch that precious child get run over." His voice grew more intense.

"I had no time to waste.

I desperately wanted to change the trajectory this precious child is on because I can`t bear to see the light go out of her eyes.

So I had to act quickly, put my heart at risk.

I started treating her like family.

I cooked for her.

When it was cold at night, I`d go to their tent and cover her with blankets.

I constantly tell her how special, intelligent, and beautiful she is.

Anything in my tent that she needed or wanted became immediately hers.

I was afraid I`d frighten her away—why would some strange old man suddenly take such interest in her? I inserted myself into her life without permission.

That should have made her uncomfortable, but she seems to appreciate the attention." "So you`re trying to save her," Eileen observed.

"You know that won`t work, right? It`s not your job to do that.

Besides, she`ll forget about you soon after you leave.

She won`t remember any of the things you did for her." "Yes, I know she has to save herself.

Maybe I`m being selfish.

I entered her life uninvited—I don`t belong there.

Now I have to extract myself and suffer the agony of disconnection." Pastor John placed a comforting hand on Bernard`s shoulder.

"Don`t underestimate what you`ve done.

You`ve given her a precious gift, and even though she might not fully appreciate it now, in time she might.

You`ve been expressing what some call Christ Consciousness—the perfect, unconditional love that can only come from God.

It`s love that honors, respects, and protects without judgment or condition.

You`ve been the vessel through which God has shared His love with her.

Don`t underestimate the power of God`s love.

Planted as a tiny seed, great things can grow." Eileen shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh, Bernard, I hate to burst your bubble, but I`ve seen this girl around town.

She`s not the innocent child you think she is.

She hangs around with men two or three times her age, riding in their cars, eating at expensive restaurants, and...

other activities.

I don`t know if she sleeps with these guys, but the word around town is that she does." Roxanna speculated, "She might be smart about it—leading them on, giving them hope without actually being a prostitute.

You can actually make more money that way because after men sleep with you, they`re usually less interested." "I might be naive to think she`s still innocent," Bernard acknowledged.

"But as Pastor John said, my love is without condition or judgment.

I`d love her just as much if she were promiscuous.

She`d just be a troubled girl that I adore.

But I haven`t seen signs of prostitution or promiscuity.

She might be hiding it, but she appears sexually innocent to me.

She spends her entire day earning money for drugs and food for her family.

She`s not running around being wild—she`s mature beyond her years." Pastor John nodded knowingly.

"In my experience, some patients build walls of dissociation and denial.

Although they engage in embarrassing activities, they compartmentalize those experiences.

They become completely different people in different contexts.

I`ve known exotic dancers who are entirely different people at work versus at home.

If you didn`t know their secret, you`d never suspect their nighttime activities." Dead Eyes Ella`s patience finally snapped.

"Enough! My head`s about to explode.

I`m sick of talking about this girl.

So she`s a sweet, messed-up kid that you love—and I think you`re secretly `in love` with her, despite all your talk about grandpa love.

Why did you drag us out here? Why did you specifically want Helena to come? I think you`re in love with Helena too.

What are we actually here for? Is this just an excuse to see Helena again before you leave town?" Bernard winced at Ella`s directness.

"You don`t pull punches, do you, Ella? I suppose I`m guilty as charged.

I do love Helena, and I did want to see her again.

But I`m not using my feelings for Bright Eyes as an excuse.

I brought you here to help me do the most horrible thing I think I`ve ever contemplated.

I`ve brought you here to help me betray this little girl." He took a shaky breath.

"I can only think of one way to potentially change the direction of her life, and I have absolutely no right to do it to her, but here`s my plan." Knife in the Back "You`ve seen her now, so you know who she is.

When you see her around town `shopping` in various stores and boutiques, you`ll know she`s there to commit crimes.

I know Eileen`s mother is a police officer and her father is a prosecutor.

It would be easy for you to gather evidence and have her arrested, put in juvenile detention.

You could even help dismantle the entire criminal network of thieves, fences, and customers who buy stolen goods.

As a juvenile, these would be erasable mistakes, but they`ll become permanent when she`s legally an adult.

She`ll be eighteen in just over a year, so time is running out." His voice grew heavy with guilt.

"Juvenile detention can be as destructive as it is therapeutic, and I hope she`d be shielded from the worst aspects.

But they could also send her to a rehabilitation facility that might change her mindset just enough to avoid the destruction that currently lies ahead.

I`ve wracked my brain, and I can`t think of any other option." "I work with juvenile courts occasionally," Pastor John offered quietly.

"If she enters the system, I could look out for her." Helena`s response was swift and sharp.

"That`s completely messed up, Bernard.

Just because you love this girl doesn`t give you the right to manipulate her life, regardless of your good intentions.

Her path is between her and her angels.

You`ve shown her true love—that`s the only gift of real value you can give her.

Beyond that, stay out of her life.

It`s not yours to control." Her voice grew more passionate.

"Seriously? You`re asking a teenager to betray another teenager we have no reason to hate? I won`t do it.

That`s not what my crew and I do—we`re not informants.

Besides, she`s a professional.

She doesn`t operate in her own backyard.

She works two or three cities away, which is why she needs those men to drive her around.

There`s no evidence for us to witness here." "We`re with Helena," Ella declared firmly.

"We won`t set her up.

If she does get arrested, we`ll be there to support her defense, even if that angers our parents." Roxanna leaned forward intently.

"Here`s what you`re going to do instead: Pray to her angels to take care of her.

If they decide intervention is necessary, leave that up to them.

They understand when they can intervene in someone`s destiny and when they can`t.

That`s not for you to determine.

The danger you see ahead might be part of what her spirit is destined to experience.

It`s not your place to judge." Bobby nodded in agreement.

"These girls are teenagers, but they`re wise.

Listen to them.

Pray to her angels.

Pray for God`s protection.

Then leave it in God`s hands.

It`s not your place to presume you can do God`s work for Him." Bernard stared at the ground, his shoulders sagging with the weight of realization.

"This isn`t what I expected, but I suppose you`re right.

I`m grateful I brought you all here—I`ll accept your counsel.

I`ve interfered where I don`t belong, so I`ll step back.

I`ll tell her `vaya con Dios` and leave it at that." "I`ll keep watching for her," Pastor John promised.

"A few months in rehab would only be a first step.

The trauma she`s experienced—though it may be invisible—will affect her for decades.

If the Lord gives me the opportunity, I`ll walk that journey with her.

That way, I`ll honor both your love and God`s love for her." He placed a reassuring hand on Bernard`s shoulder.

"Even if she is a master thief, it`s only a matter of time before she gets caught and enters the system.

It`s not coincidental that you met her and she met you.

There`s a divine plan unfolding, and you were part of it.

Now it must continue to unfold, even if it doesn`t work out as you hoped.

Be proud that you`ve fulfilled the role assigned to you, and let the rest of the plan develop as intended." "If you decide to write your book here in town, please come to my little church.

We could use a man like you in our congregation.

Wouldn`t it be wonderful if I could eventually get Bright Eyes to attend as well? If you stay around, maybe we can make that happen." Ella stood up, brushing dirt from her jeans.

"Let`s go home, guys, before Dad comes out here with the entire U.S.

Navy." Bobby remained seated.

"I`m going to stay here with Bernard for a while, if that`s okay with him." "What? Why?" Ella asked, surprised. Does God Just Favor the Pretty Girls? "Aren`t we forgetting someone?" Bobby asked pointedly.

"We got all excited about the beautiful girl with the bright eyes.

What about Miss Dead Eyes over there? Does God have a plan for her, or does He only favor the pretty girls? I`m going to stay and try to get to know her.

You never know—she could be the love of my life, and God just showed me where to find her." Ella groaned.

"Oh, Bobby, you don`t know what you`re getting into.

We already sponsor a girl with a drug problem, and it`s expensive, time-consuming, and we`ve seen very little progress.

It may well be a complete waste of time and resources.

Her name is Jenna, and she`s an extremely frustrating individual to work with." When Is Love a Waste of Time? "When is love ever a waste of time?" Bobby asked simply. "So you saw her from a distance and you`re already in love?" Eileen asked skeptically. "No, I was exaggerating about that," Bobby clarified.

"But I love everyone, and I choose to share some of that love with her, if she`ll allow it.

This opportunity appeared out of nowhere, and I don`t think that`s accidental." "Let him stay," Helena said decisively.

"He needs the experience.

But Bobby, understand this: if you want to help her, you can`t be romantically involved.

This will be an exercise in selfless service.

All you`ll gain is the satisfaction of helping someone reclaim their life.

Remember—you can`t fix her.

You can only help her fix herself.

Don`t get romantically attached.

That would be disastrous.

The love of your life, if she exists, is elsewhere.

She`s not here."

Later that evening

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