Frequency Holders

There were whispers of an ancient text created as a fail-safe, its purpose to preserve the collective experience of human existence. Humanity became increasingly volatile throughout eons of civilizations, the propensity for their own destruction was progressing rapidly. The “text” was imbued with the frequency of the Akashic records, the countless lifetimes of experience became far too precious to lose.

They passed the text on from civilization to civilization kept safe by the frequency holders, its existence and whereabouts known only by the frequency holders. For millennia it stayed safe under their watchful eye. At one time they thought it was destroyed during the fire at the Great Library of Alexandria, and with everything affected by time it was lost through the ages. As decades became centuries and centuries became millennia, the frequency holders dwindled and the truth about where the text went dwindled with them.

It sat there insignificant looking, the content of its text lost and forgotten as it was tucked away in a rare bookshop. How it ended up there was not even a question the bookshop owner could answer, every time she looked at it she could almost swear that it was just there one day.

She never handled it very often, just to open it up and showcase its unique pages, it had an energy about it that was both peaceful and ominous; its presence was unexplainably calming and she liked the attention it brought to her shop. People would come into the shop, just to ask about the book and in doing so became regular customers.

It stood upright and unpretentious displayed in the window of the rare bookshop, bound in black worn leather, the side of the pages yellowed from time, when opened the pages seemed to have an iridescent quality and oddly no text on the pages. If the book was sentient it may not even recall its own origins; its importance, although forgotten is undeniable nonetheless.

It didn't look nearly as old as it is, almost as if it was maintained and cared for throughout the ages, there was no marking to indicate its published year, nothing regarding a publisher, the pages devoid of any marks of origin.

His alarm gently roused him awake at 3:30 AM every morning, unlike many others Damon enjoyed the quiet with his thoughts in the early hours of the morning. Within the accelerated chaos of everyday living, he made sure to embrace his time with the nothing, before the noise of the world could drown out everything. He regularly studied the disciplines and philosophies of Martial Arts and adopted a mindset of: keep the mind strong and the body will follow lead.

As long as he could remember there was always an innate sense that he could be doing more with his life; should be doing more, but what that more was, never seemed to present itself as far as he could tell. Damon being a person of patience and virtue typically did not sweat those details though; he had honed his ability to recognize signs, the same signs usually shrugged off as coincidence by the average person. Innately he knew, that when he needed to know he would know.

By 4 AM he was out the door for his morning jog, this was usually his meditation period since it was the quietest time of the day in his opinion. His route was pretty consistent on most days save for the times where road work is being done, this turned out to be one such day. His typical route would have him cut through the park to enjoy the scenic route, but the park entrance was blocked due to construction, so he had to go through the shopping center. He never came this way since he really had no reason prior to then, so Damon shifted his stride to adjust between the dirt road he was on and the paved walkway of the shopping center he was entering.

As his foot hit the pavement it oddly felt different, the vibrations subtly reverberated throughout his whole body, moreso with each step. Off in the distance he saw a dubious looking light, he cautiously approached it, unfamiliar with the shops in this center he wasn't sure what to expect. As the distance between Damon and the light grew shorter, the vibration reverberated stronger. It emanated from a rare books shop, a light brighter than anything he’s ever seen while unexpectedly soothing to the eyes.

As he looked through the window of the book shop, he was surprised to see the light coming from a book, its pages unlike anything he's ever seen. There were no visible words but he could still read the open pages, it was as if he had instantly read it upon “seeing” them. Much of it didn't make much sense, aside from a pair of words that stood out amongst the rest: "frequency holders".

It was still pretty early and Damon was the only one around, so he wasn't sure if anyone else could see the light. He made it a point to come back later, it was barely 5 AM and the sign on the door said it wouldn't open for another 4 hours.

Damon continued with his jog back home, he recalled hearing the term frequency holders before, but never put much thought into it till now.

As he walked through the doorway of his apartment, he kicked off his shoes and grabbed the laptop. As he opened the laptop it resumed where he left off, he opened up a browser window and googled "frequency holders", most of what he found was literature in regards to spiritually and consciousness.

One peculiar piece he saw talked about people with the ability to tune into frequencies not detected by the human senses. The search results also warranted something about a $20,000 reward to the first 25 candidates that could prove their potential as a frequency holder, from an organization called "The Inquisition.

Apparently there was no deadline, since the deadline was simply a matter of remaining spots available. He didn't need the money, but saw it as an opportunity to find out more about frequency holders. He saved the address in his phone to check out later, in the meantime he had to go back to that book shop.

Damon got himself cleaned up and changed into his everyday clothes, he was really looking forward to going back to that book shop. It was days like this he was glad he was a freelancer, he didn't have the constraints of a normal work shift to impede any unexpected endeavors.

As early morning became late morning, Damon was relieved the book shop was finally open. On his way back to the book shop, he couldn't recall the last time he felt this much anticipation for anything.

It was a pretty nice day out so he decided to walk back to the book shop, as he approached the park he found himself in a very idiosyncratic moment. The construction zone wasn't there anymore and no traces were left either, clearly they couldn't have cleaned it up that quickly he thought.

As the book shop got closer he could feel the pulsing of the book reverberating from the core of his body outwards. He stopped in front of the window of the shop and gazed at the book. It's pulse now felt like it was matching beat for beat with his varying heart rate.

As he walked in, he noticed a very stoic woman sitting in a plush wooden arm chair reading a book. She looked up and welcomely greeted Damon, he asked her if she knew much about the book in the window to which her reply was "Not as much as I should, I feel". Naturally Damon asked how much to buy the book, strangely enough no one ever asked to buy the book up till this point.

She never thought of parting with it, so the idea of putting a price tag on it never crossed her mind, "It's not for sale!" she anxiously blurted out at the very thought. She apologized for the outburst and explained to Damon her feelings about the book, at this point he wasn't sure if he should explain the pulsing vibrations or the light he sees emanating from the book. He took a chance and explained what had happened with the book earlier that morning, much to his dismay she wasn't surprised by anything he described to her.

They continued talking for what seemed like hours, until they came to the realization that they could help each other. Damon found out her name was Rose and her bookshop was built upon generations of her family's various curations of books, the purpose of the shop was never to make money, it was more for preservation. Her shop was bleeding money and she was running risk of draining her savings to continue paying the lease on the lot her shop was on.

She looked into how much it would be to buy the lot so she would no longer have to worry about the lease payments, but the price was upwards of $15,000 and she couldn't get that kinda money before her savings went dry. Damon, having already explained to Rose what he learned about frequency holders, told her that he was heading over to The Inquisition to try and claim $20,000 for anyone that could prove they are a potential frequency holder. He had no idea how he would do it, but told her if he figured it out, he would give her the money she needed to buy the lot, in exchange for the book. She gratefully agreed, but couldn't help but get a funny feeling about the whole thing.

Damon left the bookshop and put the address for The Inquisition in the GPS of his phone, he couldn't even begin to imagine what could possibly prove a person is a potential frequency holder, as he neared his destination he figured I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. The building was surprisingly inconspicuous, but the door stood out the most, it didn't seem to have any knobs, handles or any other mechanism to open it.

Damon walked up to the door to get a better look at how it might open, suddenly as he got closer the door split in the middle and slid into opposite ends of the wall. Damon puzzlingly walked through the doors, as he walked further into the building he saw a man in a white suit holding a black suit case. The man opened the suitcase to reveal $20,000 in cash, he handed it to Damon and said “Congratulations Damon, follow further instruction in the suitcase, we look forward to seeing more of you”. Still puzzled he took the suitcase, turned around and left.

He still wasn't sure what just happened, the money was real, and there was an envelope in the suitcase with a date, time and an address just like the Man in the white suit indicated. He went back to the book shop and told Rose what had happened, she was in disbelief but couldn't argue with the money. Damon took $2,000 for himself and gave the rest to Rose, he really didn't know what to expect at the next “meeting”. If it will further his knowledge about the frequency holders, whatever it is, should be worth it.