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mechanical engineer for the first part of his career. Then he was working on an airplane engine and got hit in the head with one of those mini crane things, and he's been psychic ever since. Don't you watch his show?"
"Ummm, not really," I mumble.
"It's on his website too. He's really amazing," Maddie adds.
A few months ago, I didn't know about anything paranormal or abnormal. I knew nothing about TV ghost-hunting shows; I'd never seen programs about psychic kids, college students who fight demons, or people who solve crimes with ethereal evidence. Now, I'm immersed in all of it. Up to my yin yang. And Patrick Lynn is going to make this week a living hell for me with his 'tude.
There must be peace. I offer him my hand. "Can we call a truce?"
His head tilts down to examine my hand, but he doesn't take it.
"What? Are you afraid of girl cooties?" I ask, unable to stop my giggles.
"No," he says tersely. "I just don't ... touch. Okay?"
Incredulously, I ask, "You don't what?"
"We've got a truce, Kendall. I just can't touch you ... or anyone, for that matter."
Questions cascade in my mind like falling dominoes, but there's no time to ask any of them. Oliver Bates calls us to order. I swallow the queries down like a lump of oatmeal. Patrick doesn't move, doesn't flinch, doesn't do anything. He just sits there messing with the strap of his glove.
Is that what he's here for? To get help with his ... lack of touch? Can Bates's counselors help him? Hell, can they help any of us? And where exactly are these people?
No sooner do I ask the question in my head than an adjoining door opens and in walk four adults.
Chapter Eight
I THINK MY HEAD is going to explode from all the information coming at me.
My hand scribbles notes as quickly as the counselors talk to us this Monday morning. Each counselor has a specialty and will be working with us to sharpen whatever abilities we want to develop.
"The point of being enlightened," Oliver states, "is to open yourself to all possibilities before you. Be open-minded about the things the universe is sending your way. Accept the gifts you've been given by your Creator. Use them to help others and to do good, not to manipulate or make money or exploit people."
"Like his TV show doesn't exploit people?" I hear Greg mutter.
Maddie speaks up. "His show helps close cold-case homicides and missing-persons crimes. The families are totally in on it. He doesn't exploit."
"Well, excuuuuuse me," Greg says.
"Shhhhh," Erin spits, like we're back in fifth grade or something.
Oliver pays us no mind and continues. "I'd like to introduce the wonderful souls who are here to help you with your enlightenment this week. I couldn't ask for a better staff to assist you. First off, this is Heidi Harman."
He points to a tee-tiny woman with white blond hair. Big blue eyes sparkle from her round face, and a vibrant smile shines from one corner of her mouth to the other. She's dressed in a white tracksuit and has a lovely stone amulet around her neck.
"Hi, everyone. I'm thrilled that you're here and I can't wait to work with you. My specialty is energy healing and I use many tools to harness the earth's energies to rid people of ailments. I'm going to teach you the meanings of the earth's stones, as well as how to use Reiki and certain breathing techniques. For those of you who want to focus more on attunement, we have sounding forks that I can show you how to use. Mostly," she continues, "I'm here for you in whatever capacity you need me."
Harper raises her hand. "Are you psychic?"
Heidi thinks for a moment. "I believe we're all psychic in a way; it's a matter of whether or not we choose to use or recognize it. My abilities are more toward healing in whatever form or fashion. I'm feeling connections with several of you at this moment."
The petite woman's energy is definitely reaching out to me, and I feel safe, secure, and comfortable in her presence. I look forward to talking to her about the
"Ummm, not really," I mumble.
"It's on his website too. He's really amazing," Maddie adds.
A few months ago, I didn't know about anything paranormal or abnormal. I knew nothing about TV ghost-hunting shows; I'd never seen programs about psychic kids, college students who fight demons, or people who solve crimes with ethereal evidence. Now, I'm immersed in all of it. Up to my yin yang. And Patrick Lynn is going to make this week a living hell for me with his 'tude.
There must be peace. I offer him my hand. "Can we call a truce?"
His head tilts down to examine my hand, but he doesn't take it.
"What? Are you afraid of girl cooties?" I ask, unable to stop my giggles.
"No," he says tersely. "I just don't ... touch. Okay?"
Incredulously, I ask, "You don't what?"
"We've got a truce, Kendall. I just can't touch you ... or anyone, for that matter."
Questions cascade in my mind like falling dominoes, but there's no time to ask any of them. Oliver Bates calls us to order. I swallow the queries down like a lump of oatmeal. Patrick doesn't move, doesn't flinch, doesn't do anything. He just sits there messing with the strap of his glove.
Is that what he's here for? To get help with his ... lack of touch? Can Bates's counselors help him? Hell, can they help any of us? And where exactly are these people?
No sooner do I ask the question in my head than an adjoining door opens and in walk four adults.
Chapter Eight
I THINK MY HEAD is going to explode from all the information coming at me.
My hand scribbles notes as quickly as the counselors talk to us this Monday morning. Each counselor has a specialty and will be working with us to sharpen whatever abilities we want to develop.
"The point of being enlightened," Oliver states, "is to open yourself to all possibilities before you. Be open-minded about the things the universe is sending your way. Accept the gifts you've been given by your Creator. Use them to help others and to do good, not to manipulate or make money or exploit people."
"Like his TV show doesn't exploit people?" I hear Greg mutter.
Maddie speaks up. "His show helps close cold-case homicides and missing-persons crimes. The families are totally in on it. He doesn't exploit."
"Well, excuuuuuse me," Greg says.
"Shhhhh," Erin spits, like we're back in fifth grade or something.
Oliver pays us no mind and continues. "I'd like to introduce the wonderful souls who are here to help you with your enlightenment this week. I couldn't ask for a better staff to assist you. First off, this is Heidi Harman."
He points to a tee-tiny woman with white blond hair. Big blue eyes sparkle from her round face, and a vibrant smile shines from one corner of her mouth to the other. She's dressed in a white tracksuit and has a lovely stone amulet around her neck.
"Hi, everyone. I'm thrilled that you're here and I can't wait to work with you. My specialty is energy healing and I use many tools to harness the earth's energies to rid people of ailments. I'm going to teach you the meanings of the earth's stones, as well as how to use Reiki and certain breathing techniques. For those of you who want to focus more on attunement, we have sounding forks that I can show you how to use. Mostly," she continues, "I'm here for you in whatever capacity you need me."
Harper raises her hand. "Are you psychic?"
Heidi thinks for a moment. "I believe we're all psychic in a way; it's a matter of whether or not we choose to use or recognize it. My abilities are more toward healing in whatever form or fashion. I'm feeling connections with several of you at this moment."
The petite woman's energy is definitely reaching out to me, and I feel safe, secure, and comfortable in her presence. I look forward to talking to her about the
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