of balance and rightness within.
“Why do you look up and speak to something outside of you? Ignorant men have taught you this, not daring to believe that a loving Creator would stoop to live within its creations. But how could a loving Creator do otherwise? What you seek is within you.” I knew these people. More than half had come to us for healing at one time or another. They knew my words were not idle. I pointed to the spacecraft. “Do not fear them. Move with your dreams and gut feelings. Ask your Creator Within for answers and they will come. What father or mother would deny a son or daughter an answer to a question? When a question is asked, the answer is usually raising its head in a future experience just around the corner.” I stopped and laughed, “A storm is coming, and I have talked long enough. Remember not to destroy or fear something because you don’t understand it.” The crowd broke up in twos and threes. Most walked to the perimeter on the southwest overlooking the train depot.
“Everyone ready to go?” We mounted our mules, moved toward the main gate to go down the hill. Laith edged his mount next to mine.
“You spoke well, Dad.”
“Thank you, sir.” I smiled. “It needed doing.”
3
“I thought we were going to see Uncle Derek, Dad?” Laith said.
“We are.” I pointed toward a tall clean shaven man conferring with a small group of officers two blocks away. “Send him a message we’re here.” We’d just passed the Verde Street turn-off. Mike and Grant pulled up their mounts next to ours. Everyone looked at Laith, including Meg. He faced Derek and closed his eyes. In less than a minute Derek turned, the surprised look on his face turning to pleasure. He broke away from his small knot of officers and trotted over.
“Damn, where did you come from?”
We dismounted and exchanged hugs. “Business at the Fort,” I said.
He laughed. “I’ll hear about it, I’m sure. God, Laith, you’ve grown.. You’re almost as tall as I am.” He grinned at me. “Been feeding this guy pretty well, Jamie.” He clapped Laith on the shoulders. Laith grinned. “Been three years too long.”
Meg looked up at Laith, “How did you do that?”
Derek looked at Meg. “Excuse me, Miss. I didn’t get your name. How exquisite.” Meg blushed.
“This is Meg O’Banion, Uncle Derek.” Laith said. Randolph’s eyebrows went up in recognition. Laith gave an almost imperceptible nod back to the body bag on the mule.
Derek’s face tightened briefly. Then he smiled. “It’s called telepathy, Meg. Kinda like sending a message with your mind. Laith thought of me very strongly. Maybe you’ve done this with someone special to you. We all do this constantly.” He looked at the soldiers and activity between the train and the fort. People from the fort had spilled out and down to the train. “Well, General Carson is expecting me to report. It’s good to be home. I’ll get out to see you as soon as I can.” We parted.
The storm broke by the time we got to the Church of the Nativity. The front doors and pews had long since warmed someone on a cold winter night. The place hadn’t been used for worship for many years. So it was with no act of irreverence or disrespect that we led our mules inside. The magnificent painting of Mary, Jesus, and her parents above the altar stood in excellent condition. The rain poured and the temperature dropped.
Eventually the rain slowed, no longer dancing off the street. The gutters ran full, and here and there the sun began to break through, catching the wet like a thousand diamonds. Suddenly Mike cocked his head to one side. Laith noticed and motioned us to watch. The mule
“Why do you look up and speak to something outside of you? Ignorant men have taught you this, not daring to believe that a loving Creator would stoop to live within its creations. But how could a loving Creator do otherwise? What you seek is within you.” I knew these people. More than half had come to us for healing at one time or another. They knew my words were not idle. I pointed to the spacecraft. “Do not fear them. Move with your dreams and gut feelings. Ask your Creator Within for answers and they will come. What father or mother would deny a son or daughter an answer to a question? When a question is asked, the answer is usually raising its head in a future experience just around the corner.” I stopped and laughed, “A storm is coming, and I have talked long enough. Remember not to destroy or fear something because you don’t understand it.” The crowd broke up in twos and threes. Most walked to the perimeter on the southwest overlooking the train depot.
“Everyone ready to go?” We mounted our mules, moved toward the main gate to go down the hill. Laith edged his mount next to mine.
“You spoke well, Dad.”
“Thank you, sir.” I smiled. “It needed doing.”
3
“I thought we were going to see Uncle Derek, Dad?” Laith said.
“We are.” I pointed toward a tall clean shaven man conferring with a small group of officers two blocks away. “Send him a message we’re here.” We’d just passed the Verde Street turn-off. Mike and Grant pulled up their mounts next to ours. Everyone looked at Laith, including Meg. He faced Derek and closed his eyes. In less than a minute Derek turned, the surprised look on his face turning to pleasure. He broke away from his small knot of officers and trotted over.
“Damn, where did you come from?”
We dismounted and exchanged hugs. “Business at the Fort,” I said.
He laughed. “I’ll hear about it, I’m sure. God, Laith, you’ve grown.. You’re almost as tall as I am.” He grinned at me. “Been feeding this guy pretty well, Jamie.” He clapped Laith on the shoulders. Laith grinned. “Been three years too long.”
Meg looked up at Laith, “How did you do that?”
Derek looked at Meg. “Excuse me, Miss. I didn’t get your name. How exquisite.” Meg blushed.
“This is Meg O’Banion, Uncle Derek.” Laith said. Randolph’s eyebrows went up in recognition. Laith gave an almost imperceptible nod back to the body bag on the mule.
Derek’s face tightened briefly. Then he smiled. “It’s called telepathy, Meg. Kinda like sending a message with your mind. Laith thought of me very strongly. Maybe you’ve done this with someone special to you. We all do this constantly.” He looked at the soldiers and activity between the train and the fort. People from the fort had spilled out and down to the train. “Well, General Carson is expecting me to report. It’s good to be home. I’ll get out to see you as soon as I can.” We parted.
The storm broke by the time we got to the Church of the Nativity. The front doors and pews had long since warmed someone on a cold winter night. The place hadn’t been used for worship for many years. So it was with no act of irreverence or disrespect that we led our mules inside. The magnificent painting of Mary, Jesus, and her parents above the altar stood in excellent condition. The rain poured and the temperature dropped.
Eventually the rain slowed, no longer dancing off the street. The gutters ran full, and here and there the sun began to break through, catching the wet like a thousand diamonds. Suddenly Mike cocked his head to one side. Laith noticed and motioned us to watch. The mule
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