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Harris that I had no siblings and that Mom and I hadn’t spoken in years –
said she didn’t even know where she was.”
“I was afraid of that,” the old man said, shaking his head.
“Dad, how do I send dreams?”
“You have to concentrate really hard and think of the pictures that you want to send –
and hope that their subconscious mind is tuned in to the same wave-length.”
“Okay, I’ll try. I want to send one to Mom. I want her to find out about the cremation and stop it before it’s too late.”
“Why don’t you try meditating for awhile before you try it? That should help increase your concentration.”
Brian nodded. He leaned back against the tree and the two men let their minds drift into oneness with the universe.
Chapter 11
In the early hours of the morning in physical time, Brian roused from his meditation. His father stirred beside him.
“Do you feel stronger?”
“Much. I think it’s time now to go see if I can get through to Mom.”
The older man nodded. “Remember, send pictures, not words. I’ll see you later.”
With the thought of her, Brian found himself in his mother’s bedroom. The clock on her nightstand read 3:05am. Mrs. Forrester was sleeping peacefully.
“I hate to disturb your rest, Mom,” Brian said. “But I really need your help.” He considered for a moment what picture would best conjure his feelings of helplessness. He envisioned himself gagged and bound from head to toe. Two threatening shadowy figures were struggling to get his body over the edge of a deep fiery pit. The flames licked up around him and his eyes widened in horrified panic. Concentrating on the picture, defining it, clarifying it, he began to project it to his mother’s mind. Suddenly, with a muffled cry, she sat straight up in the bed. “Oh, my God,” she panted. “Something is wrong with Brian. I just know it!”
Brian smiled. He had apparently gotten through after all. He watched as his mother threw back the covers, got out of bed and went to the window. He watched as she paced back and forth, around and around. He followed her to the kitchen where she put a cup of water in the microwave and took a teabag out of the cabinet. When the timer beeped, she removed the cup, dropped in her teabag and walked to the table in the breakfast nook. Staring out the window at the waning moon, she muttered to herself. “What could have happened? He looked fine at Christmas. Of course that was several months ago, but he hasn’t said anything about any problems since then.”
Brian struggled to send her a picture of Dr. Harris and to urge her to call him. The doctor had apparently believed what Adrienne had told him and only if his concerned mother showed up at the office would he be convinced that Adrienne had been lying. Brian sighed. But he had never mentioned going to Dr. Harris to his mother. That had all been Adrienne’s idea and he hadn’t wanted to worry his mom when the news had not been so good. If she checked with his regular doctor, she would learn nothing. The sky was beginning to brighten and Brian transported himself to the rooftop to watch the sunrise. He somehow never tired of the beauties of nature. As the sun peeped over the horizon, purple, pink and golden clouds reflected its splendor. Why must people let greed blind them to all of the glory that surrounded them? When the sun blazed in its entire splendor in the azure sky, Brian returned to his mother’s side. She had the phone to her ear and was tapping her foot impatiently while she waited for it to ring. “Adrienne,” she said. “I’d like to speak with Brian, please.”
Brian pictured Adrienne at the phone and was instantly at her side. “Oh, Mrs. F, I’m sorry he isn’t here. He left for the office early this morning. Something about a crucial meeting he had to get ready for.”
“How long ago did he leave?”
“Oh, it hasn’t been long. I doubt that he’d be there yet.”
Brian flitted back and forth
said she didn’t even know where she was.”
“I was afraid of that,” the old man said, shaking his head.
“Dad, how do I send dreams?”
“You have to concentrate really hard and think of the pictures that you want to send –
and hope that their subconscious mind is tuned in to the same wave-length.”
“Okay, I’ll try. I want to send one to Mom. I want her to find out about the cremation and stop it before it’s too late.”
“Why don’t you try meditating for awhile before you try it? That should help increase your concentration.”
Brian nodded. He leaned back against the tree and the two men let their minds drift into oneness with the universe.
Chapter 11
In the early hours of the morning in physical time, Brian roused from his meditation. His father stirred beside him.
“Do you feel stronger?”
“Much. I think it’s time now to go see if I can get through to Mom.”
The older man nodded. “Remember, send pictures, not words. I’ll see you later.”
With the thought of her, Brian found himself in his mother’s bedroom. The clock on her nightstand read 3:05am. Mrs. Forrester was sleeping peacefully.
“I hate to disturb your rest, Mom,” Brian said. “But I really need your help.” He considered for a moment what picture would best conjure his feelings of helplessness. He envisioned himself gagged and bound from head to toe. Two threatening shadowy figures were struggling to get his body over the edge of a deep fiery pit. The flames licked up around him and his eyes widened in horrified panic. Concentrating on the picture, defining it, clarifying it, he began to project it to his mother’s mind. Suddenly, with a muffled cry, she sat straight up in the bed. “Oh, my God,” she panted. “Something is wrong with Brian. I just know it!”
Brian smiled. He had apparently gotten through after all. He watched as his mother threw back the covers, got out of bed and went to the window. He watched as she paced back and forth, around and around. He followed her to the kitchen where she put a cup of water in the microwave and took a teabag out of the cabinet. When the timer beeped, she removed the cup, dropped in her teabag and walked to the table in the breakfast nook. Staring out the window at the waning moon, she muttered to herself. “What could have happened? He looked fine at Christmas. Of course that was several months ago, but he hasn’t said anything about any problems since then.”
Brian struggled to send her a picture of Dr. Harris and to urge her to call him. The doctor had apparently believed what Adrienne had told him and only if his concerned mother showed up at the office would he be convinced that Adrienne had been lying. Brian sighed. But he had never mentioned going to Dr. Harris to his mother. That had all been Adrienne’s idea and he hadn’t wanted to worry his mom when the news had not been so good. If she checked with his regular doctor, she would learn nothing. The sky was beginning to brighten and Brian transported himself to the rooftop to watch the sunrise. He somehow never tired of the beauties of nature. As the sun peeped over the horizon, purple, pink and golden clouds reflected its splendor. Why must people let greed blind them to all of the glory that surrounded them? When the sun blazed in its entire splendor in the azure sky, Brian returned to his mother’s side. She had the phone to her ear and was tapping her foot impatiently while she waited for it to ring. “Adrienne,” she said. “I’d like to speak with Brian, please.”
Brian pictured Adrienne at the phone and was instantly at her side. “Oh, Mrs. F, I’m sorry he isn’t here. He left for the office early this morning. Something about a crucial meeting he had to get ready for.”
“How long ago did he leave?”
“Oh, it hasn’t been long. I doubt that he’d be there yet.”
Brian flitted back and forth
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