The Strange Case of Lightning Bill
Unicorns usually don’t go out in bad weather, but tonight Bill had little choice. The Unicorns are magnificent white creatures with a spiral of light emanating from their foreheads, and they shower loving living beings with this pearlescent healing energy, as they traverse the human world and the dimensions in between.
Unicorn Bill and his group diligently roamed the ethers of the human region known as the USA.
On this fateful day, Bill was summoned to Earth by a young girl called Grace.
If you are a very spiritual person and open to the reality of Unicorns, a Unicorn will visit you and help you open your “third eye”, which is the energy centre that connects you to higher realms and wisdom.
Now Grace lived in Central Florida, and lately she and her family had been through very tough times.
Their February orange harvest had been pitifully small, and this was because of unexpected freezing temperatures that the poor plants could not with-stand well.
On this evening, a rainy and electrically charged grim day, Grace was wishing that she could make more money from her finger-puppets.
She had taken to knitting little colored finger puppets with button eyes and embroidered smiling mouths. Some she had even managed to glue short bits of yellow waste wool to, for yellow hair, and these got her more money.
Her father was sound asleep, exhausted from working on a winter herb garden miles away, to earn a little income, to keep the family going. Her mother was in bed un-well, with a very bad cold.
Despite being hungry and having had to give up the family dog, Pup, because there was no money for food for him, let alone for Grace, her baby sister, Iona, and her parents, Grace was sure that she could save her family, and bring back Pup.
“If only …. I had a friend that I could speak to” Grace thought that night, as she lay wide awake in bed, concocting “Get-rich Quick schemes”, like training an army of raccoons to bring them eggs and crayfish every day, which they could sell to their neighbors.
Never mind that her neighbors were in the same boat as her family.
But this evening, Grace felt that things were different. There was a freshness to the day, even though it must have been nearly midnight, and somehow there was the crackle of promise in the late March outdoors.
“We’ve all worked so hard” Grace said sadly aloud to herself and to anyone who was listening.
“What shall we do next? I wonder.”
She pulled her blankets closer around her, and thought “Maybe I should join the Circus and I can make money from training the monkeys, and I can send gypsy healing potions to mom.”
Grace had once watched a live show where sweet small brown monkeys jumped through hoops and played with balls, and even dived off boards into pools.
Her grandpa had told her about Gypsy folk whom put all sorts of herbs together into cauldrons, and healed everyone with these. Grace didn’t really understand why her Dad couldn’t find a herb that could heal Mom, at the garden where he had been working for two months now.
If only Unicorns were real, they could help us, Grace thought wistfully.
Her grandma Bertha had told her all about unicorns, that they were mostly made of light and they visited human beings who greatly wanted to help others and make the world a better place.
Unicorn energy makes a person feel peaceful, joyous, happy, lucky and wise, Grandma Bertha had said.
POUF ! * ! *
No sooner than these thoughts had arisen, was there a sudden illumination of light in Grace’s bedroom and there stood a glowing white Unicorn. It was Bill.
“A Unicorn!” Grace squealed. She sat up with rapt attention.
Bill nodded his head in agreement, and spoke telepathically to Grace, because of course all creatures are psychic and can speak to each other directly via mental to mental faculties.
“You called me” Bill said. “I want you to know that all will be well with you and your family.”
He titled his head gracefully in the direction of Grace’s parents bedroom and beamed an arc of healing light toward Grace’s mother.
“Grace, your mother will recover quickly” Bill advised.
“Your love and that of your parents for you and your sister has drawn good fortune to you. You need only think about what you are good at and in the Spring, someone will help you to cultivate that.”
He paused for breath, and Grace excitedly said “Oh I’m good at drawing and at knitting, sort of. Well, Mom says that I’m very creative and Dad really likes my pencil drawings.”
“Dad says that I have a talent at drawing things bigger and smaller, and not many people can do that.”
Bill looked pleased, and shook his mane and sparks of golden light like tiny flames shot out from his mane.
“I am very happy to hear that” Bill said, “well, as your mother gets better, so will her ideas and yours take fruit, and together I’m sure you will find an excellent and proper use for your drawings, and it will help you make money.”
Grace lay back in bed contentedly, savoring the moment. She imagined carrying a bucketful of money into the house and proudly showing it to her father, saying he need never work in the herb garden again, far away from them all. They could also buy Pup back and a friend for him too.
Then a thought came to her, and she suddenly sat up, and asked Bill, “Bill are all Unicorns white, and do all Unicorns have names? How can we tell you apart?”
Bill looked thoughtful for a moment, then replied “Yes we are all completely white and not all of us have names, but we each have a different energy signature, a bit like a thumb-print.”
“Our names are given to us by people and other Living Creatures whom we work with a lot or whom we get attached to, because the signature of one of us works so well with the energy field of another being, that any one Unicorn may then belong, if you like, to that being.”
“Oh I see” Grace said happily, “so if I think about you again one day, then you will come back to me?”
“Yes” Bill said “I could sense your needs and I, among all Unicorns, am best able to meet your needs and those of others like you.”
“Anyone who is good and thoughtful and enterprising, like you, can call me or think about me if she or he wants healing or spiritual help for another or for oneself, and I or another Unicorn will be there, sooner or later.”
“Bill” Grace asked, “How did you get here? Can Unicorns fly?”
“No” Bill answered. “Unicorns can’t fly, unlike Pegasus which can fly through Earth’s atmosphere, but Unicorns can waver and waft themselves through space-time, thus we can shimmy our form between the Dimensions and into and through your dimension, the Third Dimension of solid things.”
He sensed Grace’s next question, and continued, “Unicorns don’t eat, but we do consume energy from the Seventh Dimension and higher, and we drink U-pax water in the Seventh Dimension.
“U-pax water” Grace exclaimed, with shining eyes, “I have some.”
She reached out of bed and opened a bed-side drawer. From it she took a glass cylinder shaped bottle, which had swirls of all sorts of colors in it.
The colors came from crushed crystals and food dyes. This was her special amethyst and rainbow elixir which Grandma had taught her to make.
Grace got out of bed, with a blanket around her shoulders, and rummaged around for a small pail.
“Here have some of my U-pax water” Grace begged Bill with delight.
Bill was far too kind to say no. She put some in the pail and he drank a big mouthful. “Mmm, mm that was good” Bill said, “and now, Grace, I’m sorry but I really must be going.”
He looked out of the window and said “I hope there’s no lightning, that would be bad.”
“Oh don’t go yet Bill” Grace exclaimed, “why don’t you wait until morning, it’ll be easier to see where you’re going then.”
But Bill solemnly shook his head. “Thank you Grace” he said, “but I’m on a timetable, I’ve got to make it back to the Seventh Dimension by a couple of hours time, so that I can report to the Council and get some sleep.”
“Remember, I’ll be back whenever you need me” he promised.
He began getting paler and thinner, and wispier, and before Grace knew it, he had wafted away through the walls.
Grace dropped her blanket and ran to the window.
The rain had been increasing and she saw the faint glow of Bill’s horn as he hesitated under the eaves. Then he braved the elements, but …
CRACK ! BOOM BoOm
The sky lit up like Christmas lights.
“Lightning. Bill” Grace screamed.
One billion joules of energy — enough energy to power a 60 watt light bulb for 6 months and then some — coursed through Bill’s body. Up and Down quarks, and positrons and leptons danced a merry dance with the plasma and photonic light that made Bill up.
Amethyst and rainbow crystal chips and pigments cohabitated the quantum spaces of Bill’s mane and tail.
Now here is something which not many people know about Unicorns. Despite looking as though they are completely made up of light, Unicorns are comprised of some of the same solid stuff as are horses on Earth in the Third Dimension made of.
Nobody heard Grace scream “Lightning Bill” or scream as she opened her window, then closed it as the cold rushed in.
The air went funny and Grace felt an icy chill, so she leapt back into her bed, frightened now.
She peeked out from under her covers when she heard a sigh from Bill.
There he was, but not the same Unicorn.
Bill looked at his body and said “Cripes, I’m a Unicorn of a different color! What’s happened to me?”
Grace knew. Bill was now a pale pink with a rainbow colored mane and tail.
“Oh Bill” Grace giggled “you’ve changed color, you’re a colored Unicorn now!”
“Humph” Bill said a bit disconsolately “well what if I don’t want to be pink?”
“Don’t worry Lightning Bill” Grace said consolingly, “you’re only a pastel nice pink, hardly pink at all, and it suits you.”
“Well this is one for the Books” Lightning Bill said mournfully, “I’ll have to see if the Council can undo this for me, I don’t think that I can go wafting about if I’m pink, and red, yellow, orange and blue.”
“Whoever would have thought that Lightning could do this?” Bill said to nobody in particular.
“Ah well, it’s my own fault, and it’s no use crying over electrified Seventh Dimensional photons and atoms.”
Lightning Bill took another look at his tail, and said “I guess it’s not too bad once you get used to it, plus because I look after children, I suppose they will quite like it.”
And that is how Lightning Bill, the pink and rainbow colored Unicorn, came to be, and how he got his name.
And if one day or evening or afternoon, a child reading this does good and is positive minded and kind to all, and asks the Unicorns for healing or for spiritual help, she or he may very well be visited by a pastel pink Unicorn with a flowing red, yellow, orange and blue mane and tail.
Children, please do not offer Unicorns elixir, especially gem elixir.
Parents, try to keep your Unicorns away from Lightning. They say that Lightning doesn’t strike twice, and poor Lightning Bill does not want another color change!
He told me the that he has had 5 too many, but at least he loves his new name Lightning Bill, and wants his story to be a reminder to all to not risk getting caught in a lightning bolt.
You never know what it will do to you!
About the Author
Celine Lai was born in Malaya (not Malaysia) and is the oldest inter-country adopted person in Australia. She loves reading and writing, and runs WordPress blogs and writes technical documents. She blogs mainly on Fascinating Animals.
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