deprived and disconsolate the people, the greater the likelihood there was they'd be devoted to religion. He also discovered these people were more likely to have visions of a religious nature, to experience miracles, and benefit from miraculous cures.
There had to be a link, something that bound it all together, something that made it more than just mere happenstance. There just had to be . . .
Vera was herself born into grinding poverty. Her family, all Catholics, attended church every Sunday. If she truly knew what happened to Dr Robert before it happened. If she'd really seen it all unfold from afar as she said she had; the writing of the note, blown from its place . . . He scratched his head in frustration: he had more questions than answers.
Doctor Robert had died before he completed the note. The first of the three things she whispered in his ear that proved to be true. She'd told him about the note before anyone else knew of its existence. The first part read. I think the Flynn girl is… She told him what the doctor would have written. Working against God. At that point, she'd inserted her tongue into his ear, so quick, warm and sensuous.
Sitting at his desk, he touched his ear and remembered how stunned he was when she'd licked him. If there truly were a God, why would he create someone like her: If only to oppose Him?
Over the years, he'd found a reversal of his atheism; it came slowly. He became a believer. He'd seen far too many things to remain a sceptic. Back then, he'd yet to learn.
Finally, he plucked up the courage to find out why Vera hadn't taken the blood test.
He lifted the telephone again and dialled, it took a long time to answer.
"Hello?"
"Mrs Flynn?"
A two-second pause ensued. "Who is this?"
"Mrs Flynn, it's Doctor —"
She stopped him short. "You can't speak with her!"
"Wait, I didn't ring to talk to her. I rang to find out if everything was all right."
"Why wouldn't it be?" she growled.
"She didn't show up for her blood test, and I just wanted . . ."
"Mr Ryan, she doesn't need any medical test, and she doesn't need the likes of you. Anyway, she's gone now."
He hesitated a second "What do you mean . . . gone?"
"She's joined the sisterhood," she said.
"That's impossible, she's too young!"
"She's an exceptional case, Mr Ryan," she said with pride. "Accept it. Let it go and leave us be!"
The phone banged down.
Cut off, he scowled at the receiver. At the time of his last visit, he'd sensed animosity between them, and now he was unlikely to discover what it was.
He did as she asked and let it go.
Chapter 12
Sent initially to a convent for further study, it didn't take long for Vera's unique gifts to manifest themselves. The preliminary assessment reported: The girl appears to have the ability to read the past lives of people, to see deep into the very soul and nature of those subject to her scrutiny, indeed, even going so far as to predict the future - without evidence of trickery or deception.
When word of Vera's supernatural abilities reached bishop level, and beyond, it was inevitable, that the Vatican would take an interest. They sent two emissaries for her.
Once in Rome, specialist doctors hooked Vera up to EEG sensors and took electro-encephalograms while she slept to measure her brainwaves. After conducting psychiatric tests, polygraphs and other neurological evaluations, the investigators found no evidence of fraud or deception, and reported that the abilities she displayed were inexplicable, and beyond scientific understanding. A great deal of secrecy surrounded their conclusions and with special dispensation from the Holy See, the church accepted her as a novice nun. She became Sister Verity and spent the next few years in the Vatican, where she studied, and was herself studied by theologians in supernaturalism.
Prior to the burgeoning sex abuse scandals of the eighties and nineties, the Church was keen to keep its own house in order, to avoid
There had to be a link, something that bound it all together, something that made it more than just mere happenstance. There just had to be . . .
Vera was herself born into grinding poverty. Her family, all Catholics, attended church every Sunday. If she truly knew what happened to Dr Robert before it happened. If she'd really seen it all unfold from afar as she said she had; the writing of the note, blown from its place . . . He scratched his head in frustration: he had more questions than answers.
Doctor Robert had died before he completed the note. The first of the three things she whispered in his ear that proved to be true. She'd told him about the note before anyone else knew of its existence. The first part read. I think the Flynn girl is… She told him what the doctor would have written. Working against God. At that point, she'd inserted her tongue into his ear, so quick, warm and sensuous.
Sitting at his desk, he touched his ear and remembered how stunned he was when she'd licked him. If there truly were a God, why would he create someone like her: If only to oppose Him?
Over the years, he'd found a reversal of his atheism; it came slowly. He became a believer. He'd seen far too many things to remain a sceptic. Back then, he'd yet to learn.
Finally, he plucked up the courage to find out why Vera hadn't taken the blood test.
He lifted the telephone again and dialled, it took a long time to answer.
"Hello?"
"Mrs Flynn?"
A two-second pause ensued. "Who is this?"
"Mrs Flynn, it's Doctor —"
She stopped him short. "You can't speak with her!"
"Wait, I didn't ring to talk to her. I rang to find out if everything was all right."
"Why wouldn't it be?" she growled.
"She didn't show up for her blood test, and I just wanted . . ."
"Mr Ryan, she doesn't need any medical test, and she doesn't need the likes of you. Anyway, she's gone now."
He hesitated a second "What do you mean . . . gone?"
"She's joined the sisterhood," she said.
"That's impossible, she's too young!"
"She's an exceptional case, Mr Ryan," she said with pride. "Accept it. Let it go and leave us be!"
The phone banged down.
Cut off, he scowled at the receiver. At the time of his last visit, he'd sensed animosity between them, and now he was unlikely to discover what it was.
He did as she asked and let it go.
Chapter 12
Sent initially to a convent for further study, it didn't take long for Vera's unique gifts to manifest themselves. The preliminary assessment reported: The girl appears to have the ability to read the past lives of people, to see deep into the very soul and nature of those subject to her scrutiny, indeed, even going so far as to predict the future - without evidence of trickery or deception.
When word of Vera's supernatural abilities reached bishop level, and beyond, it was inevitable, that the Vatican would take an interest. They sent two emissaries for her.
Once in Rome, specialist doctors hooked Vera up to EEG sensors and took electro-encephalograms while she slept to measure her brainwaves. After conducting psychiatric tests, polygraphs and other neurological evaluations, the investigators found no evidence of fraud or deception, and reported that the abilities she displayed were inexplicable, and beyond scientific understanding. A great deal of secrecy surrounded their conclusions and with special dispensation from the Holy See, the church accepted her as a novice nun. She became Sister Verity and spent the next few years in the Vatican, where she studied, and was herself studied by theologians in supernaturalism.
Prior to the burgeoning sex abuse scandals of the eighties and nineties, the Church was keen to keep its own house in order, to avoid
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