many on the physical plane don't think so. They say, 'The time is changing and all will be taken care of.'
They don't want to do any practice. And they are right, to a certain extent. The time is changing. That is why so many Wanderers are beginning to appear on Earth—to help prepare for this change. Mankind is entering a new age where spirituality will dominate. But many fear this change. They have heard about the disasters that are to come. Many so-called prophets say the majority of the world will be wiped out. That is not true. The world has an insurance policy. It has the Masters. There will be disasters, however, to shake things up a little. It can take a needle to remove a thorn. It can take a shaking of the Earth for people not to totally depend on the Earth, to make them look inside. You will write stories about the disasters as well. People will read them and understand that when things appear the darkest, it is a sign that dawn is near. You will write stories of enlightened dragons and aliens, and people will want to learn to meditate. Even though the coming dawn is inevitable, it is good to be awake to enjoy it. Meditation helps with that."
"I am never going to remember all this," I said. "I can't remember half of what you just said."
"It doesn't matter. I see your mind has begun to wander. That is all right—you are a Wanderer, after all." He paused. "You want to see Peter."
I nodded. I knew I could hide nothing from the Rishi. "I miss him."
"Where would you like to see him?"
"What do you mean?"
The Rishi knelt for a moment and picked a red flower that resembled a rose. He gestured to the serene landscape. "I told you, this is all a dream. What would you like to dream with Peter? It can be anything. It can even be that you don't know that it is a dream. Really, that is all human life is. Just a dream people choose to enter into so that they can learn something. But people take it so seriously and become afraid of their own creation. They even fear to wake up.
That is the one lesson humanity most needs to learn in the coming days. That there is no reason to be afraid. That things will work out for the best That God knows what she's doing."
"She?"
He tapped me on the head with his flower. "When I am with you, Shari, you are my God. What universe do you wish to create for you and Peter?"
I considered. Boy did I consider. "It can be anything?"
"Anything."
I blushed; I could feel the blood in my cheeks even though I was a ghost. "Can it be an R-rated creation?"
"Yes."
"I don't want you to watch."
"I won't watch."
I laughed. "You promise?"
"I promise." He chuckled. "I swear it, Shari."
I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. "Awesome. Let the creation begin.
Let there be light. Let
there be boys!"
I never knew I had such a dirty mind. Well, I may have suspected.
CHAPTER VI
JEAN RODRIGUES couldn't remember when she had last tied her little brother's shoes. Teddy sat above her on the kitchen table as she knelt at his feet and stared at her as if trying to remember the same thing. He was a cute four-year-old, with hair as long as a girl's and dimples. He touched the top of her head as she finished with his laces. She no longer wore her bandage, although she still suffered from a dull headache. But she couldn't complain; her ribs and knee were healed. She had been released from the hospital nine days earlier. She had just made it to her high school graduation the night before, and had been happy to be there. It was before nine on Saturday morning, two weeks after her fall.
"Is your head sore?" he asked.
She smiled and clasped his outstretched. hand.
"Now that you've touched it, Teddy, it's all better. Did you know you have magic hands?"
He blinked at her pronouncement and pulled his hands back to study them.
His eyes went wide. "What can they do?" he asked.
"They can give love. That is their special magic. Go give Mom a hug and then you go play. Here, I'll help you down."
Jean lifted
They don't want to do any practice. And they are right, to a certain extent. The time is changing. That is why so many Wanderers are beginning to appear on Earth—to help prepare for this change. Mankind is entering a new age where spirituality will dominate. But many fear this change. They have heard about the disasters that are to come. Many so-called prophets say the majority of the world will be wiped out. That is not true. The world has an insurance policy. It has the Masters. There will be disasters, however, to shake things up a little. It can take a needle to remove a thorn. It can take a shaking of the Earth for people not to totally depend on the Earth, to make them look inside. You will write stories about the disasters as well. People will read them and understand that when things appear the darkest, it is a sign that dawn is near. You will write stories of enlightened dragons and aliens, and people will want to learn to meditate. Even though the coming dawn is inevitable, it is good to be awake to enjoy it. Meditation helps with that."
"I am never going to remember all this," I said. "I can't remember half of what you just said."
"It doesn't matter. I see your mind has begun to wander. That is all right—you are a Wanderer, after all." He paused. "You want to see Peter."
I nodded. I knew I could hide nothing from the Rishi. "I miss him."
"Where would you like to see him?"
"What do you mean?"
The Rishi knelt for a moment and picked a red flower that resembled a rose. He gestured to the serene landscape. "I told you, this is all a dream. What would you like to dream with Peter? It can be anything. It can even be that you don't know that it is a dream. Really, that is all human life is. Just a dream people choose to enter into so that they can learn something. But people take it so seriously and become afraid of their own creation. They even fear to wake up.
That is the one lesson humanity most needs to learn in the coming days. That there is no reason to be afraid. That things will work out for the best That God knows what she's doing."
"She?"
He tapped me on the head with his flower. "When I am with you, Shari, you are my God. What universe do you wish to create for you and Peter?"
I considered. Boy did I consider. "It can be anything?"
"Anything."
I blushed; I could feel the blood in my cheeks even though I was a ghost. "Can it be an R-rated creation?"
"Yes."
"I don't want you to watch."
"I won't watch."
I laughed. "You promise?"
"I promise." He chuckled. "I swear it, Shari."
I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. "Awesome. Let the creation begin.
Let there be light. Let
there be boys!"
I never knew I had such a dirty mind. Well, I may have suspected.
CHAPTER VI
JEAN RODRIGUES couldn't remember when she had last tied her little brother's shoes. Teddy sat above her on the kitchen table as she knelt at his feet and stared at her as if trying to remember the same thing. He was a cute four-year-old, with hair as long as a girl's and dimples. He touched the top of her head as she finished with his laces. She no longer wore her bandage, although she still suffered from a dull headache. But she couldn't complain; her ribs and knee were healed. She had been released from the hospital nine days earlier. She had just made it to her high school graduation the night before, and had been happy to be there. It was before nine on Saturday morning, two weeks after her fall.
"Is your head sore?" he asked.
She smiled and clasped his outstretched. hand.
"Now that you've touched it, Teddy, it's all better. Did you know you have magic hands?"
He blinked at her pronouncement and pulled his hands back to study them.
His eyes went wide. "What can they do?" he asked.
"They can give love. That is their special magic. Go give Mom a hug and then you go play. Here, I'll help you down."
Jean lifted
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