baggy pants stopped just above his ankles exposing his sandal-covered feet. The little man appeared nervous and jerky reminding Samael of a Chihuahua puppy needing to pee.
“I’ve eagerly waited for this day,” Usman said. He motioned for Samael to sit.
“Yes, me too.”
Samael turned toward the Golden Horn River. “Look at her. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Usman adjusted his chair for a better view of the river, Seraglio Point, and Topkapi Palace. “Yes, it’s beautiful.”
Samael closed his eyes, breathed in deep, then slowly exhaled. When he opened his eyes, a smile spread across his ashen-colored face. A relaxed satisfaction filled his soul.
This time , I will not fail .
“As I have told you, I believe it is my destiny to help you,” Usman said. “Everything you have in mind, technically, is well within my capabilities. I have prepared a list of what we will need to purchase once we arrive in the United States. Are there any financial limitations?”
“The finances have been arranged,” Samael said. “I want the best equipment.”
“Wonderful.”
“This mission is my purpose in this life, and now that you have agreed to assist me, your technical skills will be invaluable to our success.”
“When will I know the location of the target?”
“Once we arrive in San Francisco, I’ll take you there.”
A waiter, dressed in a 19th century period costume, approached the table. “May I….” At his first glimpse of Samael’s face, the boy recoiled, releasing a faint gasp.
“Two black coffees,” Samael said.
“Right away, sir.” The boy scurried away.
Within ten minutes, he returned with two coffees in glass mugs. A head of froth crested the rim of each glass. “Will there be anything else?”
“No,” Samael said. The waiter hurried away.
“How did you finally decide on the date for this mission?”
Samael hesitated, focused on watching the grounds of the coffee settle to the bottom of his glass. He took a small sip. Hot, strong, intense, yet sweet and pleasing to his tongue.
“We both know the significance of May 29, 1453.”
Usman nodded. “The day commemorates the conquest of Constantinople by the Muslim Turks—specifically Mehmet the Conqueror. It is a day that will live in infamy.”
“I felt it would be fitting for Sultan Mehmet and me to share in the celebration on May 29th. You might not be aware, but May 29th is also the day my soul took residence in the albino body—the day I was born. Could there be a more perfect day?”
“No.” The little man squirmed with excitement. Without lifting his glass off the table, he leaned over and sipped his coffee. When he lifted his head, Samael noticed a foamy froth trapped in the frail man’s mustache. His eyes were hidden behind fogged lenses.
“Your PLR program not only freed me from my prison by opening the door to my hidden past, with practice, using your meditation and self-hypnosis techniques, I have learned how to command myself into other lifetimes, at will.” Samael wrapped his hands around his mug of coffee, relaxed by the heat radiating from the glass. He leaned back in his chair.
“I can’t tell you how rewarding it is when one of my clients progresses to the level of independence that you have. Most of my work is with those who are merely curious.”
Samael was obsessed with learning all he could about his newly found non-physical reality. The journeys of his soul had interconnected him with the realities of the universe and the afterlife. He was like a child who had been given a lifetime pass to Disney World; a fictionalized version of a perfect world where visitors are invited to escape their containment in physical reality so they are no longer limited by time, distance, size and physical laws; a place that offers the fictionalized realization of humanity’s deepest dream: transcendence.
He had more questions for Usman. “Is it possible for a soul to choose when and where it wants to go on Earth before
“I’ve eagerly waited for this day,” Usman said. He motioned for Samael to sit.
“Yes, me too.”
Samael turned toward the Golden Horn River. “Look at her. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Usman adjusted his chair for a better view of the river, Seraglio Point, and Topkapi Palace. “Yes, it’s beautiful.”
Samael closed his eyes, breathed in deep, then slowly exhaled. When he opened his eyes, a smile spread across his ashen-colored face. A relaxed satisfaction filled his soul.
This time , I will not fail .
“As I have told you, I believe it is my destiny to help you,” Usman said. “Everything you have in mind, technically, is well within my capabilities. I have prepared a list of what we will need to purchase once we arrive in the United States. Are there any financial limitations?”
“The finances have been arranged,” Samael said. “I want the best equipment.”
“Wonderful.”
“This mission is my purpose in this life, and now that you have agreed to assist me, your technical skills will be invaluable to our success.”
“When will I know the location of the target?”
“Once we arrive in San Francisco, I’ll take you there.”
A waiter, dressed in a 19th century period costume, approached the table. “May I….” At his first glimpse of Samael’s face, the boy recoiled, releasing a faint gasp.
“Two black coffees,” Samael said.
“Right away, sir.” The boy scurried away.
Within ten minutes, he returned with two coffees in glass mugs. A head of froth crested the rim of each glass. “Will there be anything else?”
“No,” Samael said. The waiter hurried away.
“How did you finally decide on the date for this mission?”
Samael hesitated, focused on watching the grounds of the coffee settle to the bottom of his glass. He took a small sip. Hot, strong, intense, yet sweet and pleasing to his tongue.
“We both know the significance of May 29, 1453.”
Usman nodded. “The day commemorates the conquest of Constantinople by the Muslim Turks—specifically Mehmet the Conqueror. It is a day that will live in infamy.”
“I felt it would be fitting for Sultan Mehmet and me to share in the celebration on May 29th. You might not be aware, but May 29th is also the day my soul took residence in the albino body—the day I was born. Could there be a more perfect day?”
“No.” The little man squirmed with excitement. Without lifting his glass off the table, he leaned over and sipped his coffee. When he lifted his head, Samael noticed a foamy froth trapped in the frail man’s mustache. His eyes were hidden behind fogged lenses.
“Your PLR program not only freed me from my prison by opening the door to my hidden past, with practice, using your meditation and self-hypnosis techniques, I have learned how to command myself into other lifetimes, at will.” Samael wrapped his hands around his mug of coffee, relaxed by the heat radiating from the glass. He leaned back in his chair.
“I can’t tell you how rewarding it is when one of my clients progresses to the level of independence that you have. Most of my work is with those who are merely curious.”
Samael was obsessed with learning all he could about his newly found non-physical reality. The journeys of his soul had interconnected him with the realities of the universe and the afterlife. He was like a child who had been given a lifetime pass to Disney World; a fictionalized version of a perfect world where visitors are invited to escape their containment in physical reality so they are no longer limited by time, distance, size and physical laws; a place that offers the fictionalized realization of humanity’s deepest dream: transcendence.
He had more questions for Usman. “Is it possible for a soul to choose when and where it wants to go on Earth before
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