down a cliff. Legs don’t work. Bladder and bowels ain’t too hot either,” the woman said.
“Shits her pants.” Ike snickered.
“Hey!” Harry shouted.
“Can you help her, Wizard?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” I said. I knew I could. The probability was clear.
“Can you save yourself, Wizard?” breathed Harry, eyes lighting, mouth half open in a snarl. He straightened the revolver, shoving it into my neck, and pulled the trigger. The hammer came down with a harmless click. He raised the weapon, barrel pointed skyward. A sharp report shook the air as the revolver went off.
“Goddamn,” Harry said, shaken to his core. “Goddamn.” He looked around, seeing the shock on his people’s faces. “Take the girl. Her name is Marilyn,” Harry said quickly. Then turning to where she was lying, he picked her up. She must have been about Victoria’s age with long stringy blond hair. She looked terrible. Eyes gazed back listlessly. She smelled horrible. Laith dismounted, transferred Meg to Grant’s mount, and gathered the injured girl gently into his arms. Every move a prayer. Then he remounted.
We left them watching us disappear over the edge of the hill, and made our way uneventfully back toward Cheshire. I always enjoyed the view of the Peaks from Whipple Street and Ft. Valley Road. The Peaks seemed massive, indomitable. Laith looked over at me. “That is the first time I’ve seen anyone bend time. You’re just plain good, Dad.” He gave a bell like laugh. It’s good to laugh.
Mark Lancaster carried a cleaned and fed Marilyn into one of our healing rooms. Susan, his wife, followed. Laith and I stood by the examining table. I nodded at the girl. She showed no fear. “We’re going to make you better, Marilyn,” I said. Mark laid her on the table. She wore shorts and a T shirt. “Could we look at your back?” She nodded and with Susan’s help turned over. I drew back the T shirt. A third of the way up the backbone the ugly yellowing of a bruise showed. The skin was twisted with scarring.
Time is plastic. I communicated with the injured area, finding out how and when it was before the accident. Taking that moment and condition I communicated it to the injured cells, changing their frequency so they behaved as they did before the accident. I changed my visual focus seeing the changing energies and their colors called auras. Re shaping the energies, I watched the yellowing change to pink and her toes wiggled. Sensation had returned to her lower body. She turned her head. “What did you do?”
“With your help, we changed the injured part of your body to a healthy state,” I said.
“Will I stay normal?” There was an anxiety in her tone. Not daring to believe.
“Yes, Ma’am, you will.
“Why is my back so hot?”
“Energy, miss. A protective field to help keep the healing. It will stay hot for a while.” I pulled down her shirt. “Sit up.” She did, wiggled her toes more, eyes big. “Now, step down and see if you can walk.”
She placed one foot on the floor, then the other. And stood. Holding on to the table, she shuffled her feet forward, and took a tentative step. Then another. Smiling, tears trickling down her cheeks, she walked across the floor to the door and back. “It’s been three months since the accident. I thought this was going to last forever. How can I thank you?”
“Your walking is thanks enough. I think we went and done it.” I said. “Marilyn, Mark and Susan Lancaster are going to be looking after you.”
Later that afternoon Judith and I with a dozen others were sitting around the meeting hall having tea. “So, Jamie, how did you get into healing?” I blinked and looked at Greg
“Shits her pants.” Ike snickered.
“Hey!” Harry shouted.
“Can you help her, Wizard?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” I said. I knew I could. The probability was clear.
“Can you save yourself, Wizard?” breathed Harry, eyes lighting, mouth half open in a snarl. He straightened the revolver, shoving it into my neck, and pulled the trigger. The hammer came down with a harmless click. He raised the weapon, barrel pointed skyward. A sharp report shook the air as the revolver went off.
“Goddamn,” Harry said, shaken to his core. “Goddamn.” He looked around, seeing the shock on his people’s faces. “Take the girl. Her name is Marilyn,” Harry said quickly. Then turning to where she was lying, he picked her up. She must have been about Victoria’s age with long stringy blond hair. She looked terrible. Eyes gazed back listlessly. She smelled horrible. Laith dismounted, transferred Meg to Grant’s mount, and gathered the injured girl gently into his arms. Every move a prayer. Then he remounted.
We left them watching us disappear over the edge of the hill, and made our way uneventfully back toward Cheshire. I always enjoyed the view of the Peaks from Whipple Street and Ft. Valley Road. The Peaks seemed massive, indomitable. Laith looked over at me. “That is the first time I’ve seen anyone bend time. You’re just plain good, Dad.” He gave a bell like laugh. It’s good to laugh.
Mark Lancaster carried a cleaned and fed Marilyn into one of our healing rooms. Susan, his wife, followed. Laith and I stood by the examining table. I nodded at the girl. She showed no fear. “We’re going to make you better, Marilyn,” I said. Mark laid her on the table. She wore shorts and a T shirt. “Could we look at your back?” She nodded and with Susan’s help turned over. I drew back the T shirt. A third of the way up the backbone the ugly yellowing of a bruise showed. The skin was twisted with scarring.
Time is plastic. I communicated with the injured area, finding out how and when it was before the accident. Taking that moment and condition I communicated it to the injured cells, changing their frequency so they behaved as they did before the accident. I changed my visual focus seeing the changing energies and their colors called auras. Re shaping the energies, I watched the yellowing change to pink and her toes wiggled. Sensation had returned to her lower body. She turned her head. “What did you do?”
“With your help, we changed the injured part of your body to a healthy state,” I said.
“Will I stay normal?” There was an anxiety in her tone. Not daring to believe.
“Yes, Ma’am, you will.
“Why is my back so hot?”
“Energy, miss. A protective field to help keep the healing. It will stay hot for a while.” I pulled down her shirt. “Sit up.” She did, wiggled her toes more, eyes big. “Now, step down and see if you can walk.”
She placed one foot on the floor, then the other. And stood. Holding on to the table, she shuffled her feet forward, and took a tentative step. Then another. Smiling, tears trickling down her cheeks, she walked across the floor to the door and back. “It’s been three months since the accident. I thought this was going to last forever. How can I thank you?”
“Your walking is thanks enough. I think we went and done it.” I said. “Marilyn, Mark and Susan Lancaster are going to be looking after you.”
Later that afternoon Judith and I with a dozen others were sitting around the meeting hall having tea. “So, Jamie, how did you get into healing?” I blinked and looked at Greg
Similar Books
