sat down and waited. After an hour and a half, Hassan stepped out of the kitchen as promised, holding some steaming plastic cartons. Inside was a piece of chicken in gravy, slightly broken up so that it hadn’t passed the chef’s rigorous audit. There was another carton of potatoes in sauce and another containing a variety of grilled vegetables.
“How can I thank you?” Lynn asked excitedly, swallowing her saliva.
“It’s enough that the lady tells me her name...” he laughed.
“I’m Michal, and I live here in one of the hotels.”
“At the hotel... mmm…” He was surprised. “And with no money for food... interesting!” He smiled a little.
“No, it just ran out. One day I’ll explain it to you. Thanks, Hassan. Goodbye.”
Lynn sat down to eat in her small room and a stray tear rolled down her cheek. How had it come to this? That tear paved the way for more tears, and, pretty soon, Lynn was sobbing on the bed. She asked herself the questions that had echoed inside her again and again over the past few days: What would become of her? How would she survive? What was the impulse that made her come to Eilat, and what lay in her future? Would defeat make her go back to Tel Aviv, battered and bruised, with her tail between her legs? She stood in front of the small mirror, wiped her eyes, and something strong rose within her. She had to get out. The room was a dead end. Outside, there’s water. I need a water reservoir. A water reservoir. “He who calls a meeting must express in his heart a clear intention to receive help,” the strange sentence echoed in her mind.
Lynn went to the pedestrian bridge leading to the marina and settled down near the water. She looked into it. Water always relaxed her senses, especially natural water. As she looked at her reflection, a cyclist passed by, and, for a second, his flashlight lit her face. She saw her eyes reflecting in the water, and that was enough...
The Crystal Circle meeting
“Welcome, beloved Michal!” She heard the deep, loved voice, whose great influence on her she had come to forget. She found herself at the portal of that beautiful white marble hall in which she had walked so many times before. She moved closer to the center of the hall, and there, on a round bench carved in marble, eight others sat or lay on the silk and velvet pillows, all dressed in velvet robes of soft colors of purple, blue, and pink.
Everyone stood up for her and gave her big hugs and warm embraces of love and happiness. Mark, her father, gave her a broad smile. He was young, his wrinkles gone. Miriam, her mother, skip-walked to her, stroked her back and giggled. She looked no more than thirty-five. Dave was also there and two women she couldn’t remember as well as Raul from the bank and a curly-haired boy who smiled at her and looked very familiar, but she couldn’t remember who he was. Joe was there too. Her Joe. He looked exactly as he did when she left him the day before - sturdy, healthy, and dark. He hugged her warmly and bravely, though in a manner that suggested no sexual intimacy.
“Sit, beloved souls!” the guide said, and they all settled comfortably, softly babbling in the pillowed circle. He was about fifty, but had looked the same forever. His hair was gray at the temples, his eyes a glowing, fiery gray, and his smile magnetic. He
was dressed in white and wore a golden cloak around his shoulders. Raz’el was his name, or at least that’s what the others called him.
“Welcome to the Crystal Circle,” said Raz’el. “Michal, we are very excited you have once again called a meeting of the Crystal Circle. Since this group was founded, nearly three thousand years ago, we see each other on the basis of your summonings, and today Michal has summoned us. The last time it was Dave, and that was...” he looked at his watch, which resembled an enormous diamond and looked back at Dave, “exactly six years ago.” Michal looked at Dave, and he gave her a nod
“How can I thank you?” Lynn asked excitedly, swallowing her saliva.
“It’s enough that the lady tells me her name...” he laughed.
“I’m Michal, and I live here in one of the hotels.”
“At the hotel... mmm…” He was surprised. “And with no money for food... interesting!” He smiled a little.
“No, it just ran out. One day I’ll explain it to you. Thanks, Hassan. Goodbye.”
Lynn sat down to eat in her small room and a stray tear rolled down her cheek. How had it come to this? That tear paved the way for more tears, and, pretty soon, Lynn was sobbing on the bed. She asked herself the questions that had echoed inside her again and again over the past few days: What would become of her? How would she survive? What was the impulse that made her come to Eilat, and what lay in her future? Would defeat make her go back to Tel Aviv, battered and bruised, with her tail between her legs? She stood in front of the small mirror, wiped her eyes, and something strong rose within her. She had to get out. The room was a dead end. Outside, there’s water. I need a water reservoir. A water reservoir. “He who calls a meeting must express in his heart a clear intention to receive help,” the strange sentence echoed in her mind.
Lynn went to the pedestrian bridge leading to the marina and settled down near the water. She looked into it. Water always relaxed her senses, especially natural water. As she looked at her reflection, a cyclist passed by, and, for a second, his flashlight lit her face. She saw her eyes reflecting in the water, and that was enough...
The Crystal Circle meeting
“Welcome, beloved Michal!” She heard the deep, loved voice, whose great influence on her she had come to forget. She found herself at the portal of that beautiful white marble hall in which she had walked so many times before. She moved closer to the center of the hall, and there, on a round bench carved in marble, eight others sat or lay on the silk and velvet pillows, all dressed in velvet robes of soft colors of purple, blue, and pink.
Everyone stood up for her and gave her big hugs and warm embraces of love and happiness. Mark, her father, gave her a broad smile. He was young, his wrinkles gone. Miriam, her mother, skip-walked to her, stroked her back and giggled. She looked no more than thirty-five. Dave was also there and two women she couldn’t remember as well as Raul from the bank and a curly-haired boy who smiled at her and looked very familiar, but she couldn’t remember who he was. Joe was there too. Her Joe. He looked exactly as he did when she left him the day before - sturdy, healthy, and dark. He hugged her warmly and bravely, though in a manner that suggested no sexual intimacy.
“Sit, beloved souls!” the guide said, and they all settled comfortably, softly babbling in the pillowed circle. He was about fifty, but had looked the same forever. His hair was gray at the temples, his eyes a glowing, fiery gray, and his smile magnetic. He
was dressed in white and wore a golden cloak around his shoulders. Raz’el was his name, or at least that’s what the others called him.
“Welcome to the Crystal Circle,” said Raz’el. “Michal, we are very excited you have once again called a meeting of the Crystal Circle. Since this group was founded, nearly three thousand years ago, we see each other on the basis of your summonings, and today Michal has summoned us. The last time it was Dave, and that was...” he looked at his watch, which resembled an enormous diamond and looked back at Dave, “exactly six years ago.” Michal looked at Dave, and he gave her a nod
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