Megan And The Lost Cat E-Book

Owen Jones

• Herausgeber: Tektime
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Seitenzahl: 79

Beschreibung

In Megan and the Lost Cat, Megan, our psychic teen, has read a poster about a missing cat, and she decides to try to use her fledgling paranormal powers to help find it. Her instincts take her to the woods nearby, where she receives help from a strange dancing girl, and finds the cat. Megan later meets the cat's mysterious owner,who has a significant influence on the teenager’s life.

The Psychic Megan Series consists of twenty-four novelettes about a young girl's growing realisation that she is able to do things that none of her family can. Megan is twelve years old in the first volume. She has two seemingly insurmountable problems. Her mother is frightened of her daughter's latent abilities and not only will not help her but actively discourages her; and she can’t find a teacher to help her develop her supernatural, psychic powers. For she wants not only to know what it is possible to do and how to do it, but to what end she should put her special abilities. Megan is a good girl, so it would seem obvious that she would tend towards using her powers for good, but it is not always easy to do the right thing even if you know what that is.

These stories about Megan will appeal to anyone who has an interest in psychic powers, the supernatural and the paranormal and is between the ages of ten and a hundred years old.

In Megan and the Lost Cat, Megan, our psychic teen, has read a poster about a missing cat, and she decides to try to use her fledgling paranormal powers to help find it. Her instincts take her to the woods nearby, where she receives help from a strange dancing girl, and finds the cat. Megan later meets the cat's mysterious owner,who has a significant influence on the teenager’s life.

Leseprobe

MEGAN

AND THE

LOST CAT

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © January 7th 2015 Owen Jones

Megan and the Lost Cat

by Owen Jones

Published by

Megan Publishing Services

https://meganthemisconception.com

The right of Owen Jones to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously.

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Other novellas in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and The Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To The Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

Megan’s Christmas

Megan Catches Covid-19

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can. She makes a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

1 Suzanne on Communication

2 Megan Sees the Poster

3 Megan Finds Smokey

4 Megan’s Reputation Grows

5 Wacinhinsha

Glossary

The Disallowed

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanks are due to the artists who designed the cover for me,

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1 SUZANNE ON COMMUNICATION

Megan was intrigued by the talk Wacinhinsha and Dr. Jenkins had given her the other night on communication, and so, like most people, she wanted to talk about what was uppermost on her mind.

“Mam, what do you think about communication?”

“Pardon? Communication? On the telephone, you mean? I don’t know much about mobile phones, my dear?”

“No, I don’t mean mobile phones themselves, I mean just talking, really, and body language… That sort of thing.”

“You’re not going to start all that nonsense about Auras again, are you?”

“No, not if you don’t want me to, but that is a form of communication too, like body language and intonation and mood. It is all part of communication, as is speech. In fact, it may be even more reliable than speech, because people can tell lies and hide their true feelings very easily, but they cannot hide what they cannot control.”

“That’s as may be, but I don’t believe in the Aura, stupid lights and ghosts and things.”

It was the first instance that Megan had had to practice what Wacinhinsha had taught her in the company of an accomplished liar. Megan could see by her mother’s Aura that she was telling lies, but there was something else too. She was not lying to be malicious, she was lying to herself because she was afraid of admitting to herself that such things existed, despite the fact that she knew that they did, because she too had had first-hand experience of them, but it had been ‘frightened’ out of her by her mother thirty-odd years ago.

Megan watched the colours swirl and change in her mother’s Aura as her emotions flickered from the greys of fear to the greens of understanding, all written over the yellow-gold of love for her daughter. Megan could feel, as well as see, the confusion in her mother and knew instantly that Wacinhinsha had told her the truth again, not that there had ever been any doubt in her mind about that, as he had never said anything to her so far that had not been true, whereas her mother was so obviously lying to her now.

Wacinhinsha had been right when he had said that a lot of people might want to turn this ‘gift’ of second sight off, because it was not easy knowing that your mother was a liar even to her own daughter. It was not a nice feeling at all and she found it so hard not to judge her mother armed with this unassailable knowledge. However, it had been one of Wacinhinsha’s early lessons, not to judge people, because everyone is fighting an inner battle, that the observer knows nothing about. The sensitive could see the battle raging, as Megan could now, but they didn’t always know what it was about or with.

In this case, Megan knew, but the knowing did not help. It still hurt that her mother would willingly try to deceive her in a matter that she knew was so important to her and for which she had even been sentenced to hours of fear in the pitch-black darkness of the scary coal cellar.

Megan looked down at Grrr, who was lying at her feet and smiled. Grrr licked her lips and swished her tail in her own display of mixed emotions, which were themselves her reaction to her friend Megan’s mixed emotions of love for and disappointment with her mother. She knew that this would be a part of the pattern of their relationship for the rest of their lives, which was depressing, but it made her understand the importance of not judging others, for if she judged everyone, and took her findings to heart, then her life would be full of loneliness and disappointment.

Therefore, being non-judgemental was a means of self-protection, an armour, not a sign of weakness.

“Megan, Megan! Are you listening to a word I’m saying? Wakey, wakey!”

“Sorry, Mam, I was miles away, what were you saying again?”

“I was saying that I don’t believe in the Aura, but I was going to say that I do think that body language is very important. I found Desmond Morris’s book on the subject, ‘The Naked Ape’ fascinating. It explains how much information about what we are thinking we give away with our body language without even being aware of it.

“Since reading that book, I have been practicing giving nothing away at all. I recommend that you read it.”

“Surely, Mam, by not behaving ‘normally’, or naturally, you are giving away the fact that you are trying to hide something. Therefore, one might presume that you have had some education on the subject. One might further presume that you were not studying the topic at university, because of your age, so it would be a good guess that you have read a book on it and, if Desmond Morris’s book is the best, an astute person might surmise that you are trying not to give away your true feelings, as you used to before reading the book on it, which would most likely have been Desmond Morris’s ‘The Naked Ape’.

“That is as good as saying ‘I am a practised liar, beware of me and everything I say!”

“Don’t be a smart Alec! Of course nobody is going to think that, except perhaps you, Miss Smarty Pants.”

Megan watched the lights flash and change around her mother, revealing her anger, embarrassment, annoyance and frustration, all hiding her love quite well.

“Do you still have Desmond Morris’s book, Mam?”

“Yes, it will be on the bookshelf in our bedroom. Would you like to borrow it?”

“Yes, please, if you don’t mind. I think I would find it very interesting.”

Suzanne went upstairs, fetched the book, sat down on the sofa next to Megan, put the book on the table and opened it to an inner page seemingly at random.

“Look here, for example. If you are talking to someone and the pupils of their eyes widen, you know pretty much for sure that they fancy you. Same goes if they play with their hair while talking to you or just point a foot at you.

“So, if you are in a room, just watch people sitting, standing and talking and you will learn a lot about who likes whom.”

“Mmm, very interesting, Mam. May I go to my room now and start reading it?”

“Yes, of course, I should be getting on with your Dad’s dinner anyway. It’s in the oven, but there’s still more to do and it won’t prepare itself. Come down when you hear your Dad come in, won’t you and please come down quietly.”

Megan got up, kissed her mother and left with Grrr at her side. She may have promised to come down quietly, but she ran up making the usual clatter that annoyed Suzanne so much, but which she never did on purpose.

Megan and Grrr jumped up onto the bed simultaneously, but it was only Megan’s weight which registered on the ceiling above her mother. Suzanne looked up and tutted again.

Megan read the book excitedly, but not because she wanted to hide her own feelings, she wanted to use Desmond Morris’ findings in conjunction with her own observances of the Aura under the same conditions because it would teach her what she was seeing in the Aura, confirm her own feelings or give her alternative explanations. In short, she was excited because this book could be the key to explaining the changing colours of the Aura that she had been looking for for so long. She could hardly wait to go to school the next day to test some of the things that she had read in the book.