further widen these dream spaces. Would you like to tell me about your dreams?”
Ted sighed and tried his best to describe the dreams. She interrupted for details as she saw fit, and when Ted was finished, she asked, “Before I say anything, Ted, it’s important that you tell me what you think these dreams were trying to tell you.”
It suddenly became very clear to Ted exactly what his dreams meant. He did not need Angel to tell him. It was obvious. It was the same thing his grandfather had told him. The same thing his ex-wife had told him. He didn’t want to hear it, but now even his dreams were telling him the same thing. His attraction to Angel was the final nudge Ted needed. He stammered, “I understand what the dreams meant. Angel, isthat offer of yours still open? Argo and I could join you and No Barks. You could be my teacher.” While not sure it was possible, he wanted the arrangement to be fair. “I’ll do my best to help your aunt Lilly, but no promises. If that doesn’t work, I can afford to pay you. I’ll help with gas and food too. That’s no problem.”
Angel was excited to have her very first client, her first soul to heal. Still, she wanted to make sure Ted was sincere in his interest. “This work is not easy. Are you sure?”
“This is what my grandfather was trying to tell me. That’s what you’re trying to tell me. I think that’s what my dreams were saying too. Maybe it’s time for me to listen. I am willing to try it.”
“I agree. The dreams are auspicious signs of your willingness to engage in the work we do. If you’re ready, we can start.”
“Someone is filling in for me for about two weeks. Is that long enough?”
“I’ve been working on this material for more than ten years. Two weeks is really just an outrageously short period of time, but if you’re willing to work hard, you can make considerable progress.”
Angel had been driving around in Bertha for a month hoping someone would call her. Now that she finally had a client, she realized that she needed to develop a curriculum, fast. She thought of Father Chuck, one of her favorites from her little spiritual group. He was always so organized. She hoped it would rub off on her. “Ted, meet me at five o’clock at the Benedictine monastery in Pecos, New Mexico. We’ll talkmore then.” This would give her an hour or two to meet with Father Chuck before Ted arrived.
Ted hesitated. He wanted to tell her that he needed answers first—before he drove halfway across New Mexico. He also knew that if she was going to be the teacher, her pupil needed to trust her.
“Say that again? Where do you want me to meet you?” asked Ted, searching for the address in his GPS.
“The Benedictine monastery just outside of Pecos. My friend Chuck—he’s a priest—he’s on a retreat there. He’s part of my group and I wanted to visit him anyway. I’ll be waiting. And Ted …”
“Yes?”
“Nothing personal, but please drive carefully.”
After he hung up, he battened down the hatches on the Chieftain and prepared to get back on the road. Why should Spirit Tech with Angel be different from any other academic study? There was no need to worry. Was there? He hesitated again. Was he choosing the course work because it was of interest or because the teacher had very nice legs? Perhaps, for now, it didn’t matter. Some attraction was pulling at him.
Turning the key in the ignition, Ted brought to life the 420-cubic-inch engine and said aloud, “Grandpa, here we go! Just like you told me. Adventure on the open road!”
A few hours later he found Angel standing next to Bertha in the monastery parking lot. She was talking to a priest. It had been a hurried discussion. Father Chuck encouraged Angel to find a structure but to allow the instruction tounfurl in an intuitive way. They also discussed three possible obstructions that might impede Ted’s progress: lack of intellectual ability, lack of desire, and fear of change. When
Ted sighed and tried his best to describe the dreams. She interrupted for details as she saw fit, and when Ted was finished, she asked, “Before I say anything, Ted, it’s important that you tell me what you think these dreams were trying to tell you.”
It suddenly became very clear to Ted exactly what his dreams meant. He did not need Angel to tell him. It was obvious. It was the same thing his grandfather had told him. The same thing his ex-wife had told him. He didn’t want to hear it, but now even his dreams were telling him the same thing. His attraction to Angel was the final nudge Ted needed. He stammered, “I understand what the dreams meant. Angel, isthat offer of yours still open? Argo and I could join you and No Barks. You could be my teacher.” While not sure it was possible, he wanted the arrangement to be fair. “I’ll do my best to help your aunt Lilly, but no promises. If that doesn’t work, I can afford to pay you. I’ll help with gas and food too. That’s no problem.”
Angel was excited to have her very first client, her first soul to heal. Still, she wanted to make sure Ted was sincere in his interest. “This work is not easy. Are you sure?”
“This is what my grandfather was trying to tell me. That’s what you’re trying to tell me. I think that’s what my dreams were saying too. Maybe it’s time for me to listen. I am willing to try it.”
“I agree. The dreams are auspicious signs of your willingness to engage in the work we do. If you’re ready, we can start.”
“Someone is filling in for me for about two weeks. Is that long enough?”
“I’ve been working on this material for more than ten years. Two weeks is really just an outrageously short period of time, but if you’re willing to work hard, you can make considerable progress.”
Angel had been driving around in Bertha for a month hoping someone would call her. Now that she finally had a client, she realized that she needed to develop a curriculum, fast. She thought of Father Chuck, one of her favorites from her little spiritual group. He was always so organized. She hoped it would rub off on her. “Ted, meet me at five o’clock at the Benedictine monastery in Pecos, New Mexico. We’ll talkmore then.” This would give her an hour or two to meet with Father Chuck before Ted arrived.
Ted hesitated. He wanted to tell her that he needed answers first—before he drove halfway across New Mexico. He also knew that if she was going to be the teacher, her pupil needed to trust her.
“Say that again? Where do you want me to meet you?” asked Ted, searching for the address in his GPS.
“The Benedictine monastery just outside of Pecos. My friend Chuck—he’s a priest—he’s on a retreat there. He’s part of my group and I wanted to visit him anyway. I’ll be waiting. And Ted …”
“Yes?”
“Nothing personal, but please drive carefully.”
After he hung up, he battened down the hatches on the Chieftain and prepared to get back on the road. Why should Spirit Tech with Angel be different from any other academic study? There was no need to worry. Was there? He hesitated again. Was he choosing the course work because it was of interest or because the teacher had very nice legs? Perhaps, for now, it didn’t matter. Some attraction was pulling at him.
Turning the key in the ignition, Ted brought to life the 420-cubic-inch engine and said aloud, “Grandpa, here we go! Just like you told me. Adventure on the open road!”
A few hours later he found Angel standing next to Bertha in the monastery parking lot. She was talking to a priest. It had been a hurried discussion. Father Chuck encouraged Angel to find a structure but to allow the instruction tounfurl in an intuitive way. They also discussed three possible obstructions that might impede Ted’s progress: lack of intellectual ability, lack of desire, and fear of change. When
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