Aaden Blue-Star Awakening

By David Gaughan

A normal teen discovers he's an ET time traveler. When his superhuman powers awaken after a freak accident, he also discovers his extraterrestrial heritage. Able to sense danger and read peoples' auras and thoughts, his life couldn't get any more strange until he discovers his connection with two interdimensional champions, who are here on a time travel mission to help save our world.
With a backdrop of climate change and environmental issues, Aaden struggles to balance his life as he knows it with increasingly vivid recollections of another life. With his sister, Tiffany and his best friend Fleur, who are the only two he can confide in, he discovers his heritage and the special connection with two inter-dimensional champions and their mentor, Varoon. His grip on reality is challenged even further when he realizes that one of these inter-dimensional champions and his father are interconnected. They have all been brought back together at a time when the Earth is threatened, not only by the darker forces working against them but also by ecological disaster, brought about by humanity. Their journey emphasizes the Power of Attraction, where the combined concentrated positive thought energy of the masses can bring about miraculous changes in our world. Their nemesis, the dark Lord Belial, is just as determined to influence human development and dominate the world. Throughout their trials, it is Varoon’s wisdom and influence that helps them rise to the challenge. The ensuing battle with the darker forces results in a climax that challenges the reader to determine the truth in Varoon’s words... “Life is a dream and you are the dreamer.”

In comparison with other books in this genre, one reviewer described this one as “an imaginative, extremely creative story”, while another reviewer said, “the plot was unique - I’ve never read a book about a boy who got powers from a lightning strike, and it was a really cool concept ... also interesting is that it revolves around today’s environmental issues and shows some ways that might help fix them”. Readers who enjoyed the Harry Potter series would find this an easy and absorbing read, although the `wizard` in this story is an ET and the action is more of a blend of Star Wars and Indiana Jones in a modern-day climate crisis setting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Gaughan
• Release date: Apr 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463454770

David Gaughan

This Sagittarius has always been the explorer, not only in world travel pursuits but also alternative fringe subjects.Having climbed the Great Pyramid of Cheops (and getting arrested doing so), some of his other world experiences included riding camels in the Sahara Desert, white-water rafting at the top of the Ganges river, fire walking on a weekend retreat, hot air ballooning in the Cappadocia Region in Turkey and visiting ashrams in Northern India. Much of David's overseas travel has been fueled by his keen interest in metaphysical subjects. In his earlier years he witnessed, along with three other people, a sighting of a UFO mother ship and four smaller craft, and that was the catalyst for him to research that subject, also in connection with established world viewpoints and how ancient prophecies might hold the clue to our past and future. Having had close friends and relatives affected by ill health, David's writing incorporates a wide variety of subjects, from natural healing techniques and alternative living guidelines through to fictional works for both young and older readers, his writing influenced by the rich tapestry of life experiences. ... Scroll down for the list of books:

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Aaden Blue-Star

Awakening

By David Gaughan

Aaden Blue-Star

Awakening

Copyright 2014 by David Gaughan

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Cover design by Liz Gaughan, combining her original drawing

with an image from Nicky Pe (Earth Watch)

Based on the story originally published as

The Blue Star, this is a new variation of that tale.

This story is fiction. Certain historic events have been included and expanded upon dramatically to enhance the plot. All characters and places are total fiction. Any similarity of such fictitious names or dramatized content to the name or biographical history of any person is unintentional and coincidental.

The cover design by Liz Gaughan for this edition combines an original drawing by Liz Gaughan and artwork (Earth Watch) with permission from Nicky Pe.

Aaden Blue-Star Awakening is a new variation of the original story initially published as The Blue Star, a déjà vu experience as Aaden discovers his extraterrestrial roots.

Prologue

Waking from a deep sleep, Aaden struggled to open his eyes. When he finally forced them open, everything seemed to be a blur. Blinking to bring them into focus, he suddenly sat upright in bed, staring in astonishment at his surroundings.

This can’t be real, he stammered, staring in wonder.

He was in his old bedroom. Everything was as he remembered it, but before the world changes had happened.

He turned his head, taking in every detail of the walls and furnishings, every poster and baseball paraphernalia that had been such a big part of his childhood. It all seemed so childish to him now. In such a short time he had transitioned from boy to manhood. Yet, these childhood memories gave him some comfort.

‘Was it all a dream?’ he wondered. ‘No, it can’t be. It was too real.’ As he looked around the room, so familiar, so comforting, he was forced to consider whether he was dreaming.

Varoon, his spiritual mentor, had said that life was like a dream. When we are caught in a dream, it seems to be reality. It’s only when we awaken that we realize the truth.

Aaden spotted the baseball sitting on the bedside table. He picked it up, staring at the signatures on the ball. It had been signed by all his star players, a special gift to him from his father for his fifteenth birthday. He turned it in his hand, checking every signature, searching, hoping for something to be out of place. He tossed the ball vertically and caught it again. He gave it a squeeze.

Seems pretty real to me, he murmured.

The curtain blowing in the early morning breeze caught his eye. He got out of bed and walked slowly to the window. Everything in the neighborhood was as he remembered it. There was no sign whatsoever of any destruction.

Turning at the sound of his bedroom door clicking open, he saw his mother standing in the doorway. The bewildered expression on her face showed him that she was just as confused, if not more so, than him.

One

He watched the spaceship crash.

Feeling sick at the thought of one of his close friends being trapped in that wreckage, his mind raced to make sense of how this could have happened. They’d been caught by surprise by the Darket ambush. Up until now he and his comrades had ruled the skies, easily defeating their alien foe, but it had suddenly changed. They’d grown complacent, leaving themselves open to this unexpected attack. The Darkets had played them at their own game.

When the distress signal came from the stricken craft, he drew some comfort from knowing that the pilot had at least survived the crash and had enough strength to broadcast his plea for help. His relief soon turned to concern when the reply came from other Confederate pilots, two of whom were female. He loved them both, one as a sister and the other as his life companion.

He’d been in skirmishes with them many times before and didn’t question their ability. They were excellent pilots. He knew he could rely on each of them to give it their all for their fellow pilots. It was this latest tactic from their enemy that made him worry, so organized and aggressive. He couldn’t dismiss the foreboding feeling and he didn’t want them flying into danger. He couldn’t bear the thought of either of them being harmed in any way.

With alien spaceships swarming around him, the adrenaline was pumping through his veins. Reacting on instinct he weaved, barrel-rolled and climbed to evade the enemy fire, also firing his own laser weapons whenever he got a chance.

He glanced at the wreckage of the crashed confederate saucer in the valley below. The pilot, although injured, had managed to crawl out to the fuselage and was awaiting pickup. He knew it was up to him now to draw the enemy fire to give another confederate pilot the space to go to the rescue.

He was outnumbered three to one, but he’d already downed a fourth Darket craft, so he felt confident he could hold his own. His only concern was that the pilots of the enemy spaceships seemed to be better than he’d previously encountered.

When one of his confederate pilots descended to the planet surface to retrieve their fallen comrade and one of the Darket ships went after him, he immediately followed, firing his laser weapons continuously until the Darket was forced to pull away.

He kept on him, determined to finish him off, but he didn’t notice the other two enemy craft pulling away from each side of him. It wasn’t until the one he was following suddenly looped over him to come at him from behind that he realized the other two had circled and were coming back. He was caught in a triangle among the attacking craft. When they all fired in unison, he realized he’d left it too late to escape.

Suddenly everything seemed to slow down. He knew it was his adrenaline working overtime to quicken his reactions, creating the illusion that he was witnessing everything in slow motion, but he found it fascinating all the same. The enemy spaceships appeared like small saucers suspended in space, coming at him in slow motion. The laser bolts shooting towards him were more like bubbles of light forcing their way through a thick oil-like medium.

A human form materialized before him. He gasped in astonishment as he recognized her, the love of his life. He’d always shared a strong telepathic bond with her, but this was the first time she’d appeared like this. The form was so strong it was as though she was physically in the cockpit with him.

The sadness in her eyes, the anguish on her face tore at his heart. He longed to reach out and comfort her one last time, but he knew that was impossible. The source of her pain was him. He was about to die and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could do about it. She’d come at the final moment of his life to say goodbye. Everything around him suddenly disintegrated in an explosion of dazzling light.

*

Aaden jerked upright, his eyes wide. He could hear chuckles from people around him, but his eyes seemed to be clouded over, as though he was looking through a mist. When his sight finally cleared, he saw he was in a classroom, with all the pupils staring at him, some of them amused and some bewildered by his antics. He felt a tugging at his sleeve and, glancing in that direction, his eyes widened even more when he saw his best friend, Fleur. She was the one in his vision.

He’d experienced that same vision many times previously and he’d always felt her presence, but this was the first time she’d appeared before him. There was no doubt in his mind that Fleur and the woman of his dreams were one and the same.

Aaden, answer the teacher, Fleur said in an urgent whisper.

The chuckles from the others in the classroom finally brought him to his senses and he looked around the room, still somewhat dazed. His eyes settled on the man at the front of the room.

‘Whew,’ Aaden thought, ‘where did you come from?’

He hadn’t seen the man before and he assumed the guy was the replacement teacher he’d heard was coming. But how had he missed the man’s entrance? He decided not to think about it for the time being – all eyes were now on him.

The man was in his early forties, with tight curly dark hair, graying at the temples. His expensive jeans and stylish open-necked shirt showed he was trying to look cool, but the choice of frames with his glasses betrayed his nerdier side. He had a bemused expression and Aaden felt a little unnerved as the man surveyed him with one eyebrow raised.

Nice of you to join us, the man said in a comical tone. I’m Brian Masters, your new teacher for this term. He glanced at his watch. I officially start tomorrow, but I wanted to briefly introduce myself before classes finished today. And now, it’s your turn. Tell me your name.

Dreamer Greene, quipped one of the other students.

Aaden wasn’t surprised to see that it was Simon Damon who had made the remark. Although offended, the image in his mind of Simon as a yapping Chihuahua eased his anger at the boy. He even had to suppress a grin.

I’m Aaden, he stammered, looking back at the teacher. Aaden Greene.

Well, Aaden, the man replied, just so we understand each other, I expect my pupils to pay attention in class.

He can’t help it, said Fleur.

Aaden did his best to conceal his smile. Yet again his pixie princess was jumping to his defense. He could always rely on Fleur, especially when Simon was leading the charge.

Of course it’s his fault – he’s a dreamer, said Simon.

He was struck by lightning, Fleur snapped back, fire flashing in her eyes.

Yeah, and it fried his brain, said Simon. He’s never been the same since.

You only know the half of it, Aaden murmured, the words escaping his lips before he could stop himself. He immediately regretted saying it.

The teacher raised his hand.

What do you mean by that? the teacher asked, his eyes narrowing.

Aaden stared back at him. Very few knew the full story of that strange day. He’d told only the two people he could trust, his sister Tiffany and his best friend Fleur, both of whom he swore to secrecy.

As the memories of that strange day came flooding back, Aaden relived the experience in his imagination. He was high up in a tree, glaring at the boy with the infuriating grin, angry at himself for letting Simon get the better of him yet again. Forced to climb the tree to retrieve his baseball, it was only now he realized how high he’d climbed.

You come up and get it, he called to Simon below. You’re the one who threw it in the tree.

Simon shrugged and his grin transformed into more of a sneer.

Not my ball. Don’t care if it stays there.

Fleur’s eyes flashed. You’re jealous. You know Aaden’s father gave him the baseball for his fifteenth birthday. It’s signed by his star team. He’s not going to leave it for you to get later. You knew that when you threw it up there.

Aaden glanced down at the girl and his heart skipped a beat. Naturally pretty, her anxious expression accentuated the intensity of her dark brown eyes. Although her short, cropped hair gave her a somewhat boyish appearance, it also emphasized her unusual mix of pixie-like Euro-Asian features. He hoped she wouldn’t notice the panic in his eyes, but he could see from her expression she already knew he was struggling with his fear of falling.

His sister Tiffany stood beside Fleur, saying nothing, but holding her hand to her mouth, eyes wide. They were a long way down and it reminded him of how high he’d climbed. He looked back at the baseball that was stuck in the finer branches, out of his reach.

‘What the hell were you thinking, boy,’ he chided himself, nervous about going out on the finer branches. He tried to shake the tree from where he was. The ball wouldn’t budge.

He looked down at the ground that seemed so far below him and his stomach turned. He always had that reaction whenever he was high up. He couldn’t remember any time in his earlier life that might explain his terrible fear of falling. From his earliest memories he’d always experienced this same sensation. The only thing he could think of to explain it was perhaps he’d fallen to his death in a past life.

Even then he wasn’t sure whether past lives were a reality or not. He’d heard arguments for both views, and he’d still not made up his mind. Was reincarnation a reality or an imaginary response from those who claimed to remember their past lives?

He caught a glimpse of Fleur and her worried look gave him the strength to steady himself. She’d always had that effect on him and every time it happened, he was equally amazed and confused as to why she affected him so. It had been that way from their earliest years when she’d moved in next door with her parents. They’d formed a strong bond right from the first day when they were only five years old. Now they were both fifteen, that ten-year bond was two thirds of their life, and it seemed like he’d known her forever.

He’d always been pleased that she’d trusted him enough, even from those earliest times, to tell him about her conflict of feeling torn between two worlds, her mother’s all-American ideals and her father’s Japanese traditions. The racial slurs she’d endured from an early age due to her Japanese heritage had made her quite shy and reserved, but to Aaden her racial mix meant nothing. If anything, it made her more interesting. He’d liked her from the start. It was as though he’d known her forever and, when she’d moved in next door, it felt like she’d come back into his life after he’d been parted from her for many years. His younger sister Tiffany had also connected with Fleur from the start and Aaden felt the bond between the three of them was so strong they were inseparable.

Aaden shifted his gaze to Tiffany. Although a year younger, at fourteen, Tiffany was more like an older sister the way she was so protective of him. Together with Fleur, she always gave him the courage to do things he’d not normally consider, like climbing this tree, despite his fear of falling.

So, what’re you going to do? Simon taunted him. If you want the ball, you’re going to have to go out further.

‘What is it with that short skinny runt that makes him such a pain in the butt?’ Aaden thought. There was something about Simon’s sharp features and short, skinny body that reminded him of a Chihuahua dog, trying to prove its worth by yapping at bigger dogs.

‘Yeah, you know about my fear of falling don’t you,’ Aaden thought as he glared at the boy. ‘That’s why you threw the ball in the tree, to try and make me look foolish in front of the girls.’

Aaden was determined to overcome his fear. It wasn’t just the ball; it was the fact that his father had given him the ball. He wasn’t going to leave it there.

In his mind he justified the value of the baseball because all the star players of his favorite team had signed it for him. However, deep down he felt it was more precious because his father had gone out of his way to get it for him. That small gesture gave him hope that his father really did care for him.

Throughout his short life he’d always struggled with his father’s aloof nature. He wondered whether it was because his parents had been forced to marry at a young age when he’d come along unexpectedly. But his parents seemed to be very close and affectionate with each other, so he wondered whether it was just him, whether he’d done something wrong at some stage to turn his father against him?

As he struggled with his fear of going out further onto the finer branches of the tree, his mind raced to remember the little acts that his father did for him, like getting this ball. He remembered his mom trying to explain that his dad’s strong passion for environmental issues was driven by his concern for the kind of world Aaden and Tiffany would inherit. That was all well and good, Aaden had thought, but he would’ve preferred more time with his dad, who was seldom home because his work kept him busy seven days a week.

A clap of thunder rolled in the distance.

Aaden looked around at the darkening sky. The sun, that had been so warm just a few moments earlier, was now blanketed in dark clouds. A chill filled the air and even the baseball, which only moments earlier had been glowing like a mini sun perched in a sea of green, was now dull, a lifeless blob.

Aaden don’t do it, said Tiffany. "It’s not worth it. There’s a storm coming. You know