Libby’s Tribe: The Before Series Book Three by Jacy Sage

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Jacy Sage, is the pen name for Joss Burnel. Retired from teaching and life coaching, the author is living the expat life in South America. Living a mystical life, she writes of magic and mayhem. Of characters who are seeking more; more meaning, more understanding and wisdom. Characters who discover the power of magic and whose hearts and minds are open to worlds, to dimensions beyond this one. Whether joining hands with one another in ceremony, conversing with those who came before, making love or healing, her characters live and move from a knowing that being here is a sacred journey.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Chapter 1

“Shit,” Why does my phone always end up at the bottom of my handbag? As Libby juggled the cloth bags filled with produce onto her right arm, she scrabbled around with her left hand feeling for where her phone was.
“Hello”
“Libby?”
Libby’s heart skipped a beat, could it be? “Yes, is this Mary Lynne?”
“It is. I found your card in my apartment when I got home yesterday.”
“Yes. Okay, just give me a minute. I’m at my car and need to put my stuff away.”
“Would you rather I call at another time?”
“NO,” take a breath Lib, “Sorry, no it’s fine. Just give me a second.” Opening the back door of her Hyundai Tucson, Libby dumped her groceries, and settled into the driver’s seat. Okay, Lib, remember you’re a smart, capable woman, not a nut job, as Connie keeps telling you. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. So, why did you want me to call you? I talked to Sally. She said she dropped off the card for you.”
“Yeah. I asked Connie, she’s my aunt, who you were when I saw your picture on the wall where you guys work.”
“Connie is your aunt?” There was a pause.
Bet she’s wondering if I’m a bitch like Connie is. “Yeah, I know, but anyways, Uncle Jim broke both his legs and she asked me if I’d come down to help out for a few weeks. I run my own business and I guess she figured I could just close the shop and be available. I live up in Front Royal. Fortunately, I have a friend who can help out.” Slow down, Libby, slow down. “Okay, never mind all that. Would you meet me for coffee?”
“What’s this about Libby?”
“I, I have dreams. I know, I know but it’s maybe not as weird as that sounds.”
She could hear Mary Lynne chuckling, “Not weird at all.”
“So, yeah, I have dreams, all the time pretty much. And you’ve been showing up in them. Well, I didn’t know it was you, because you never say anything. In the dreams, that is. Then I saw your picture, you know where they have pictures of employees behind Connie’s desk and I had to ask. Ask who you are and how could I get in touch with you? So, she, my aunt, said Sally was your best friend and she gave me her phone number. I don’t know why she didn’t just give me yours but that’s what happened. And Sally agreed to drop my card off. Which is pretty cool since I didn’t really tell her anything except that you look like someone I knew from The Before. And she didn’t ask me what that means, The Before. I’m sorry, I know I’m rattling on.”
“It’s okay, really. Why don’t we meet up and you can tell me more about all this? You’ve got my attention, for sure.”

I hope she likes me. As she spotted Mary Lynne sitting by the window in the restaurant, Libby’s stomach was in knots. This is just so damn important. She’d dressed like she normally did at the shop, ‘like a wild woman,’ Connie snidely commented; long peasant skirt, ankle boots, tank top, lots of long beaded chains, dangly earrings and a ring on every finger.
“You must be Libby. You look gorgeous. I wish I could pull off that look. You rock it.”
“Thank you. I was worried,”
“Worried?”
“You know, that’d you think I was outlandish, but really, this is how I love to dress. Figured you might as well see the whole package.”
“It looks terrific to me.”
They ordered fries and a cold drink, each taking a sip, and setting their glass down. Mary Lynne clasped her hands on the table, “So, tell me what’s going on. Why did seeing my picture strike such a note in you that you would reach out to a complete stranger?”
Libby played with one of her fries for a minute. Where to begin? “Okay, so most of my life I’ve had dreams, you know? I dream of people from The Before, from the time before this life. Some of them, I get a sense of who they are, others are just like watching a movie.” She smiled, “There’s a woman who lives in a castle, he calls her ‘My Lady’, her husband that is and she’s a healer. Anyway, lately, well for six months or so, I’ve been dreaming about a young woman, and she’s in a dark place. It’s like there’s fog or something all around her and she can’t get away. Honestly, she’s not trying to get away, she’s just there, curled in on herself. I don’t know who she is, and it feels like she’s calling out to me in someway and yet,”
Pausing from her narrative, Libby looked over at Mary Lynne and realized she hadn’t backed away, instead she was leaning closer, her hands wrapped around her glass of iced tea. Okay, I haven’t scared her off yet.
“So, anyway, I want to help her. I just don’t know how or even if I can. I wish I knew who she is. And the last month or so, you’ve been in the dreams. Well, I didn’t know it was you. You don’t speak to me, you’re just there, off to the side, or, one time you were sitting up in a tree looking over at us. And when I went to Connie’s office to get some cash from her cause she had a ton of groceries and stuff she wanted me to pick up and I know, from past experience, if I put things on my credit card, she never gets around to paying me back. So yeah, I saw your picture there and I was so excited. I knew I needed to reach out to you and I did, and,”
Mary Lynne chuckled, “Libby, slow down, slow down.”
“Yeah, okay, I’m sorry.”
“Enough with the being sorry. Geez. First, let me tell you that you don’t need to convince me about dreams. I have them too.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“No, I’m not just saying that. The woman in the,” Mary Lynne reached for a couple of fries, taking her time, dipping them in ketchup, chewing slowly. Then, it seemed like she made a decision. “The woman in the castle? The one Damon,”
“Oh my god, you know him? I can’t believe this.”
“Believe it. Anyway, yeah, I know them and others too. We’re connected from The Before.”
“I wondered why you didn’t, like, raise your eyebrows when I said that. The Before.”
“Well, I might have a couple months ago. Things have happened. Happened to me. I don’t know why I’m showing up in your dreams about the girl in the dark place. But I know about her.”
“Really?”
“Yes, my friends Daniel and Joseph, they’ve been dreaming about her.”
“Are they, like, a couple?”
“Daniel and Joseph? No. But they are best friends and like you, well like me, they have dreams. Sometimes we’re able to help someone in the dreams. Mostly they come to give us a message or, I guess, to connect us with people from The Before.”
“I am so glad I got in touch with you.”
“Why did you? It’s an important question, why did you reach out to me?”
“You mean apart from that you look just like the woman in my dreams?”
“Yeah.” Mary Lynne reached over and placed her hand on one of Libby’s. “It’s okay, you know. Whatever it is, it’s okay.”
“So, yeah, because you look just like her. But, really because I hope you can help me. I think, this is going to sound crazy,”
“Crazier than us sitting here because you recognized me from a dream?”
Libby laughed, “Yeah, you’re right. Okay. I gotta stop saying it’s crazy. It just is, you know? Here’s what I think. I think, maybe, this girl, this young woman, she’s related to me. Like maybe a great or great-great-grandmother and something bad happened to her. And maybe she can’t move on into the other world, the world beyond death, because of what happened. I think she needs my help, our help. I can’t just ignore her. I’m worried if I do, the dreams will get worse, scarier maybe. Or, I don’t know,”
“Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Okay. What are you wanting from me, Libby, because you didn’t want me to call just so you could tell me about the dreams. I know that.”
Libby went on to say that she was hoping there was a way, by connecting to each other in ‘real life’ that they could figure out how to help the young woman in the dreams. Or at least find out who she was and what happened to her. She looked at her phone for the time, “Listen, I need to get back to the house. As I was leaving, Connie reminded me she has a card game tonight at a friend’s house. It’s a weekly thing.”
“Okay, no problem. I need time to think about all this and maybe to talk with Daniel and Joseph about it. When’s a good time for us to get together, when you won’t have to rush off?”
“I’ll let you know. I need to check with Connie and see what her schedule is like the next few days. I’m pretty much at her beck and call. It’s okay, really. It’s why I told her I’d stay for a couple more weeks. Uncle Jim really does need to have someone at the house with him.”
“Well, you’ve got my phone number, call and let me know.“ They were standing in the parking lot; interestingly they’d park side by side without knowing.
As Mary Lynne went to open her car door, she turned back to Libby, “And Libby, the girl in your dreams? Her name is Olivia.”