The Butterfly Papers Vol. 1 [Kindle Edition]

The Butterfly Papers Vol. 1 [Kindle Edition]

by Pepper Carlson

ISBN: 9780990015406

Publisher Dream Big Pictures

Published in Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Romance, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


Natália was used to keeping her own company and always traveling alone. As she headed to Los Angeles International Airport, the day seemed like any other day. She wasn’t traveling far, just an hour flight, and yet she was feeling something she couldn’t quite put her fingers on.

There was a stirring deep within her daring her to step out of her comfort zone. She knew the Universe would collaborate in her favor the elements usually did. But she would soon learn there was more to her than meets the eye when a series of ordinary events would produce extraordinary circumstances.

Sample Chapter

I was brought to life protected by a canopy of dense rainforest somewhere deep in the Amazon jungles of Brazil while my mother chased a dream. It was the part of the rainforest that holds the most secrets and only a few select shamans traveling by the Yekuana hallucinogenic have been rumored to see the truth. My mother was convinced the truth had come to visit her on many occasions and they had fallen in love. But to me it was just a story and this was my life.

It was a perfect 80-degrees with 90 percent humidity. Well perfect, if you like the kind of heat that sticks to you like a second layer of skin. I could smell the precipitation and taste the fresh water on my lips. It was high rain season but it wasn’t raining. The earth touched me comfortingly and the butterflies came in and out of view as they ceased to blend with the trees. The wilderness whispered in my ears as the butterfly wings brushed against me. There were hundreds of wings fluttering around me in all shapes and sizes. The different hues blending together created a kaleidoscope of color as if the forest was laughing and happy.

My mother was near. In what capacity I couldn't be sure but I always knew when she was close. Her scent was a combination of jasmine and lily. Her long brown hair cascaded around her like early morning mist and her omniscient jade colored eyes sparkled brighter than stars in the sky. She was as beautiful as a Pixie Angel and as protective as a Lioness. She loved me as much as she loved the forest and I could hear her magical voice singing in Portuguese as I drifted off to sleep.

Butterflies don’t fly when it’s raining, busy listening for bending perplexities. Too much water can drown you, while you’re unraveling the complexities. Butterflies don’t fly when it’s raining, they weren’t granted the immortality. So you make the most of the changes, as you conform to its conditionality. Butterflies don’t fly when it’s raining, but the solace gives you serenity. You brace for what is coming, and hope you don’t lose your identity. Butterflies don’t fly when it’s raining, because sometimes you just need to rest.

It was always the same dream. My senses were incredibly heightened. I could feel the night coming as I ran through the forest moving at a speed my mind couldn’t comprehend. The kaleidoscope of butterfly wings was always there, shadowing me from whatever lurked ahead. The vivacious sounds of the forest were musical. It was like a song, familiar, with a feeling of home. Nature was living out its purpose all around me. The ground shook as Brazil nuts fell from two hundred feet high and I had to swerve out of the way. My feet caressed the forest floor as I sped through the brush going everywhere and nowhere. I was by myself but I wasn’t alone. I could sense someone just beyond my reach. It was as if I were tracking him or he me. I couldn't quite tell. A never-ending chase that felt exhilarating and natural. His smell was all over me, musky and intoxicating. Just as I was about to reach him and his eyes met mine in the darkness it would always wake me up.

Really annoying honking followed by profanities yelled by my driver, brought me quickly out of my daydreaming as the car pulled out of traffic and into Los Angeles International Airport. In answer to my look of exasperation his very heavy Brazilian accent filled the car. “Sorry Natália,but people just don't know how to drive here. It’s so infuriating.” To which I replied for the umpteenth time, “It’s OK Adler just don’t kill anyone or us for that matter. We’re not in a rush. I have time. I won’t miss my flight.” “You never do.” He said smiling at me through the rear view mirror, “You never do”.

As we pulled up to the curb Adler cocked his head and flashed that handsome crooked smile at me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? You know I don’t mind the traveling and you know your mother always prefers for me to stay close to you.” He said. “Honestly, I’ll be fine”, I said half to him and half to myself as he jumped out to grab my luggage and I let myself out of the back seat.

Looking up at the terminal and grabbing my luggage, I gave Adler a quick hug, and put the dream I was reminiscing about back in a drawer in my memory bank while letting the recollection of my mother’s story fade from my consciousness. Her butterfly song always gave me comfort when I was uncomfortable which alerted me to the fact that I was feeling anxious. As I adjusted my dress and grabbed the handle of my carry-on I made a promise to myself to stay alert to any red flags.

The desert on the other hand doesn’t make any promises and an hour later leaving Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport; I was walking through the kind of heat that makes you so restless you know you won’t sleep. Tossing and turning your dreams become a Déjà vu and you can taste remnants of it on your tongue.

The scorching dry heat makes no qualms of reminding you that your memories aren’t always what they seem and time takes it’s toll. You can’t hold on to either one because just when you think you have a grasp on it, it slips through your fingers like a crumbled piece of pie. Unredeemable and non-transferable it always catches up to you and hopefully you spent it wisely. And even though you can’t go back in time, you will always have the random recollections of another time in another place that lead you here.

One day not so long ago there was another city with a different kind of heat.

After thirty years of self-preservation standing in the middle of a dark street somewhere in New Orleans my life would take an interesting turn. Fate would come out of nowhere and introduce me to risk, adventure and synchronicity all on a first name basis.

Trying to catch my breath wasn’t easy. It would take some time to acclimate. I loved to visit here but would never live here. The forbidden-city is where the lost came to stay missing. Even the weather was cruel if you got in its way. It was so humid you could almost touch it. It felt wet and sexy on my skin and the energy of the night dared me to take chances. The humidity made me thirsty with its whispers of sweet nothings in my ear. It reminded me of a rainforest I wasn’t positively sure I ever knew. It teased me with the smell of rain and the musky scent of a stranger just beyond my reach.

With the scent came an immediate stirring in my body I didn’t recognize. A vision flashed before my eyes of a panther so black it was blue with the shiniest coat and the greenest eyes. I stumbled and leaned into a mailbox to steady me. “What the heck was that?” I mumbled to myself shaking my head. Thinking back to the last bar I was in I wondered if maybe someone put something in my drink. Looking around I made sure I wasn’t being followed.


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Pepper Carlson

Pepper Carlson

Pepper Carlson, C.Ht. is a creative visionary, certified hypnotherapist and personal empowerment coach. When not at her writing desk, she is working with clients to help them unleash their personal power and live up to their true potential. A long time volunteer as a tutor for School on Wheels, she also works daily to defend her 2012 title as a Good News Ambassador for the Good News Network, an honor granted to individuals who work to improve society and demonstrate notable goodwill towards others. The former New Yorker is based in Los Angeles and lives by the ocean with her fiancé and their dog, Sir Henry Hudson.

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