the aid of our airborne allies,” said the professor. “They want to serve us as members of the healing team.” He was proud to announce the healer-crow alliance.
“I have a repertoire of stratagems to outwit the guards. I can distract them and divert their attention from where you are working. I can confuse them by projecting alter egos into their minds. They may see you, but they will not recognize you. I can serve as a spy and an agent of intelligence. I can listen to strategic conversations and report back to you.
“Realize that being transparent has many advantages. I can merge with your energy field so the light will pass through you. I can teach you how to use the laws of physics to create a shield of invisibility. With my protection, you will be able to accomplish more than you ever could alone. Let’s make a deal now.” The old ghost knew many tricks for subterfuge and deception. He had accurately appraised my skepticism and was prepared to persuade me to work with him.
“Second, I have designed a test for you, Professor. Go to the officers’ kitchen behind the mess hall. Enter the pantry and steal for me five kilos of groceries. Bring me the sack of food tomorrow afternoon.” Hunger gnawed at my insides. I was always thirsty, but drank sparingly because the water was contaminated with typhus.
“I am free to come and go as I please,” he answered. “I can bring you whatever you want.”
“Third, is there anything else?” I said seriously.
The professor stood up. It was time to move on. “Let us bid
au revoir
to our bird allies,” he suggested. We began to walk, following the barbed-wire fence line. Leaning on his cane, the old ghost hobbled along. He walked hunched forward, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Can I trust this ghost?
I wondered again.
Is he hiding something?
“Now, old man,” I said, “Don’t hold anything back. Be forthright.”
Hearing these words the professor dropped his cane. Locking his eyes onto mine he stood up straight and tall. Stretching out his arms, his figure appeared like a crucifix. A golden light began to radiate fromthe cross as the ghost became transfigured by the light. A churning cumulus cloud appeared above each shoulder. As the whirling motion slowed, I was able to make out thousands of tiny faces floating within each cloud.
“Who are they?” I asked. “Whose faces do I see?”
“These are the faces of souls who have lost their way. They don’t remember who they are. They don’t know how to return Home to the Heart of God. They are the multitudes seeking salvation. They are the burden I must carry. I must assuage my guilt. I must make amends for forsaking my people.”
I watched in awe as thousands of tiny faces showed themselves and disappeared. I looked into their eyes, and they looked back at me. My heart broke with compassion to see the faces of the fallen ones. They were the spirits of the dead who had attached themselves to Boris. He walked hunched forward because he was carrying this astral weight.
“Sudden death is a shock to the soul,” Boris explained. “These souls that I carry are the spirits of the dead who have been wandering about, confused and disoriented. They are bound to the earthly plane by desire. At the moment of death they did not claim their freedom. They were unprepared for the journey into light.”
“How did they find you?” I asked.
“My guilt attracted them to me. The weight I carry is the price of my ticket to martyrdom. Have mercy on the souls of the dead. Natasza, you must help me. Thousands yet to die will need you. Your compassion will attract them like moths to a flame. Your spiritual power will sustain them. God has chosen you. God has placed you here. Answer His call.
“God in His mercy for suffering humanity has sent one of His angels to deliver His people. The angel of deliverance at Auschwitz is called Natasza.”
Shields of Protection
A S MY SPIRITUAL GUARDIAN ,
“I have a repertoire of stratagems to outwit the guards. I can distract them and divert their attention from where you are working. I can confuse them by projecting alter egos into their minds. They may see you, but they will not recognize you. I can serve as a spy and an agent of intelligence. I can listen to strategic conversations and report back to you.
“Realize that being transparent has many advantages. I can merge with your energy field so the light will pass through you. I can teach you how to use the laws of physics to create a shield of invisibility. With my protection, you will be able to accomplish more than you ever could alone. Let’s make a deal now.” The old ghost knew many tricks for subterfuge and deception. He had accurately appraised my skepticism and was prepared to persuade me to work with him.
“Second, I have designed a test for you, Professor. Go to the officers’ kitchen behind the mess hall. Enter the pantry and steal for me five kilos of groceries. Bring me the sack of food tomorrow afternoon.” Hunger gnawed at my insides. I was always thirsty, but drank sparingly because the water was contaminated with typhus.
“I am free to come and go as I please,” he answered. “I can bring you whatever you want.”
“Third, is there anything else?” I said seriously.
The professor stood up. It was time to move on. “Let us bid
au revoir
to our bird allies,” he suggested. We began to walk, following the barbed-wire fence line. Leaning on his cane, the old ghost hobbled along. He walked hunched forward, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Can I trust this ghost?
I wondered again.
Is he hiding something?
“Now, old man,” I said, “Don’t hold anything back. Be forthright.”
Hearing these words the professor dropped his cane. Locking his eyes onto mine he stood up straight and tall. Stretching out his arms, his figure appeared like a crucifix. A golden light began to radiate fromthe cross as the ghost became transfigured by the light. A churning cumulus cloud appeared above each shoulder. As the whirling motion slowed, I was able to make out thousands of tiny faces floating within each cloud.
“Who are they?” I asked. “Whose faces do I see?”
“These are the faces of souls who have lost their way. They don’t remember who they are. They don’t know how to return Home to the Heart of God. They are the multitudes seeking salvation. They are the burden I must carry. I must assuage my guilt. I must make amends for forsaking my people.”
I watched in awe as thousands of tiny faces showed themselves and disappeared. I looked into their eyes, and they looked back at me. My heart broke with compassion to see the faces of the fallen ones. They were the spirits of the dead who had attached themselves to Boris. He walked hunched forward because he was carrying this astral weight.
“Sudden death is a shock to the soul,” Boris explained. “These souls that I carry are the spirits of the dead who have been wandering about, confused and disoriented. They are bound to the earthly plane by desire. At the moment of death they did not claim their freedom. They were unprepared for the journey into light.”
“How did they find you?” I asked.
“My guilt attracted them to me. The weight I carry is the price of my ticket to martyrdom. Have mercy on the souls of the dead. Natasza, you must help me. Thousands yet to die will need you. Your compassion will attract them like moths to a flame. Your spiritual power will sustain them. God has chosen you. God has placed you here. Answer His call.
“God in His mercy for suffering humanity has sent one of His angels to deliver His people. The angel of deliverance at Auschwitz is called Natasza.”
Shields of Protection
A S MY SPIRITUAL GUARDIAN ,
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