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Tales in the Spirit for the Young

Chapter 2, Entwine and Dance
 

The intention of this novel is to convey the nature and techniques of advanced telepathy. On each planet where I am known My spirit awaits the birth of a true natural spirit of the planet or realm of life And when this happens, it is time for wonders to begin For miracles and passion to align the stars in heavens For the planet or realm of life to transform In accordance with my divine plan - life will evolve more and more No arrogance or perceived force in any world can stop or block my design I am the God of Gods, Life itself. From the Natural Telepaths own version of the Gospels, attributed to the Holy Spirit.

While sitting at her desk at home, trying to study, Grace could not help herself and her mind wondered into the realms of the telepathic plane. Sometimes she saw these visions faintly, but even then they could be so charming, so ideal, so perfect in form and nature and will and intent. At other times she imagined so vividly it felt like an out of body experience. And there was so much to marvel at in the world of the psychics, in their traditional Way of Life.

Grace was overpowered by the passion to be among them. And she imagined being with them in a large restaurant. Darth as a man was standing with Lana. Darth in a suit with a tie, Lana in long dark cream dress. How beautiful was that woman? Every part of her seemed ever so perfect. In these ideal images, ever so youthful images, she could pass for Lisa's sister not her mother.

Grace focused. Darth was standing just slightly behind Lana while she was talking to two ladies elegantly dressed. Then she pushed her husband against the wall. Grace listened hard to see what she whispered. And she heard Lana say softly, "don't do that." Grace puzzled. Lana turned and walked back to the two women.

Lisa was suddenly by Grace's side and laughing softly, "that was dad, I suspect he pinched mum's bottom."

"This is enchantment, this is wonder", Grace found her thoughts revealing her innermost feelings.

"Its just one restaurant", Lisa spun about, she in her usual kind of old-fashioned long dress, "its mum's and dad's favorite."

Grace could see many invited guests at tables, or standing, especially on the outdoor balcony which boasted lovely and magical views of the ocean. It was dusk in their telepathy world but the sea could still be seen well. Grace could see Harla at one table with two older girls, the three sipping milkshakes through straws.

"They are my sisters", Lisa explained, "that one with brown hair is Elisha. She is seventeen now, almost. In ordinary life she is a Muslim. Next to her is Sara. She is eighteen. In ordinary life she is a Jew. And I, like my father, am a Catholic. We have all sorts among us, even some Hindus", Lisa pointed to a table in which two men and women, the women in splendid traditional Indian attire, sat and ate.

"Why do you eat in this world of the imagination?", Grace asked.

The two girls began to walk to the outdoor terrace area. "Cause...its custom...its tradition...and food when done well forms these sensations and feelings in you as you eat."

Grace glanced behind at Darth and Lana, happily standing next to one another, he with his hand around the back of her waist.

"Do your mum and dad ever argue?", Grace asked as the two girls stepped out on the big terraced area. Below a steep drop and the beach and then the sea.

"Sure", Lisa nodded and put her hand over her mouth to stop herself giggling. "There is this story I tell my friends sometimes. Mum and me and dad were driving to Kowra, that's a town down the coast. Mum and dad forget I was there. Here, I show you what happened, I recall my memory and you will see and hear."

As Lisa used her will to recall that memory. Grace could see an image of a woman driving and a man in the passenger seat. A hot day, and the woman with a brief skirt. She truly had fantastic legs, so Grace felt, and then she saw the man move his hand onto the woman's leg and move his hand up and down. The woman pulled the car over, leant to her husband, moved his hand away, gave him a kiss, saying softly, "sweetheart, that is like me taking your you know what out, and massaging it. Stop it. If you must hold your hand on my leg, just keep it still."

Lisa faded the memory and covered her mouth.

"That's not an argument", Grace laughed.

"Maybe not, but I had to hold my mouth and my stomach ever so hard to stop myself bursting out with laughter because they both forget I was in the back", Lisa was laughing softly.

The two girls had stopped by the barrier and put their hands on the metal and looked over the majestic view.

This world of their imagination seemed ever so real, so Grace felt. It was different. A long road along the coast had cars and buses, though sparse, but also horse drawn carriages. The architecture seemed so modern and yet sometimes also surreal. The imagery was ever so grand but sometimes required focus to see clearly a shape or pattern.

The imagery altered rapidly. Grace, like Lisa and Harla and Darth and Helen, were Australian. Now a mental image of something familiar to Grace. The War Memorial in Parkes, Canberra, ACT, Australia. Grace imagined herself standing with a group of students of various ages. Darth, in his Darth Vader suit, stood behind the students. A female teacher was pointing at the remembrance war and asking for thoughts.

"I don't mind those", one girl said pointing to parts of the wall, the wall itself had names of dead soldiers killed in a particular conflict, "but to have the Vietnam shit there is disgusting. They killed millions of Vietnamese children. That is like having a remembrance wall to the wardens of Nazi death camps."

"What is the point of wars?", a younger girl asked.

The woman was about to reply but Darth stepped forward, and explained using a deep male flow, "people are different. Some aspire to be doctors, some artists, some dancers, and so on. Planet Earth is still extremely primitive. Animal-humans are born that aspire to kill others human beings. Those that aspire to this, are not just the murderers you hear about, that is what soldiers deep inside aspire to. The army lifestyle is a sense of dimension to them, something outside their scope to understand why they seek this. It is a primitive natural urge in a carnivore. Similarly, the pious person seeks, craves, insights into the mystery of God. That is a higher urge in a person and not that common, but again, the person may have no rational understanding why they seek it. Perhaps we could compare this to food. Some people like certain foods, others do not. Our human brain determines to a large extent what we are."

"I don't care for war", another girl, about fifteen, said.

The imagery faded. The girls imagined themselves on the balcony again.

"How does this work?", Grace asked, "why does suddenly a new vision flash into my mind? A vision that seems unrelated?"

"Oh, this is complicated", Lisa replied and turned, resting part of her bottom on the metal barrier and crossing her arms, "it has to do with focus. In telepathy, the dominant thought patterns steal the show, so to speak. What happened was this. In school today, our telepathic school, we were at a history lesson and at that War Memorial. One of the girls, whose father might have been a soldier, or her grandfather or something, began to focus trying to justify war. Her thoughts became so strong and persuasive, that we all faded out of the imagery. But, now, just then, the girl finally resolved her inner conflict, and as she did the lesson in the War Memorial resume as if it was happening now. It isn't", Lisa shook her head in the negative, "but often intrusions like that are part of our Way of Life."

"I see", Grace smiled. What Lisa explained somehow made perfect sense.

In the restaurant a band of musicians began to play classical music. "Excuse me, must have a dance with dad", Lisa became excited and rushed off. Grace followed. She saw Lisa going to her father, and dragging him to the middle of the floor and the two entwined and danced, a dance similar to a waltz.

Grace walked to the table with Harla and Elisha and Sara. As she came and smiled, a boy about Harla's age was standing before her with a bunch of red flowers. Grace saw Harla toss a napkin down, stand, say, "oh, if you insist", and allowed the boy to take her hand and the two walked to the middle of the floor and also began to dance.

Sara leant to Grace and mused, "Harla has been plagued by boys since she was small. Something about her attracts them ever so much - like flies are attracted to honey I suppose."

"Hi, I'm Elisha", Elisha put her hand out and the two shook their hands. "And I wish I was as popular as my younger sister. Even Lisa, with her blond her and blue eyes, does not get as much attention as Harla."

Grace focused on Harla and her young male friend. The two had begun a waltz, but then as the tempo changed they let go of each other and now were individually wiggling their bodies away, their arms in the air, clearly having a ball. Grace saw Lisa standing with her mother and father. She focused on Lisa. That was a lovely young girl all right - that long blond hair with waves, those heavenly blue eyes, those delicate features, and something so appealing about her young but womanly figure - an angel in disguise?

Then the imagery changed rapidly. Grace imagined being on the train with big glass windows. Outside mountains, some snow covered. She saw Lana and Darth, and Harla and Lisa. Lisa imagined walking to Grace and explained, "this is our memory of a train adventure in Canada. Two psychics had been on this trip, fell in love with it so much, it imprinted in their brain and when they link to people they like, friends, they share this experience."

As suddenly as that moment came it passed, and Grace imagined herself in a very strong setting. Inside a house, with Lisa-1 and Lisa. Lisa-1 now touching the palms of Grace in alternate patterns, the two swapping palms, with Lisa-1 explaining, "when it comes to looking after individuals, we use a Catholic will level setting such as this. It is the strongest."

Lisa stood near, waited until her mother finished, and took Grace aside. The two sat down on seats. Grace imagined a yellow flower in her lap and Lisa explaining. "You see, its like this. In a strict sense, Helen is my father's", Lisa pointed to herself, "only true wife. But she is more a spirit-being, and she needs three women to give her form. One is a Jew, Helen her name too, the other is that mother, Lisa-1", Lisa pointed to Lisa-1 now in the kitchen chopping vegetables, "and Lana, which is the "holy wife" in a sense because she and dad have what is like an ordinary marriage. The low-level telepathy plane is used almost nightly."

"I am confused, I don't understand", Grace smiled.

"Oh, it is so complicated", Lisa lamented, "it is easier to think my father has three wives. Lisa-1", Lisa pointed to Lisa-1 in the kitchen, "has a unique and traditional Catholic Faith Marriage with my father, Darth, the Holy Spirit", Lisa flowed but she was clearly having problems explaining this complexity, "and mum and dad, Lisa-1 and Darth, have the strongest physical bond of all...mum has will, and dad has deep faith...together, when they lock faith and will, the can form such strong settings even our psychics get frightened as to what is going on."

"Do I have to understand all this?", Grace blushed and put her hand across her heart.

"Not really", Lisa shrugged, "it comes to you after a while and of course", she pointed to an image of a Rabbi and an Islamic scholar in white now entering the house through a door, "this is a Catholic will level setting but anyone can barge in, as long as they follow simple laws. Muslims who wish to sit at this table", Lisa pointed to the long table in the dining room adjoining the kitchen and the big family room, "must admit that they can tolerate Catholics, and Jews have to agree that they don't mind thinking like a Catholic now and then. Each different Life in the Spirit group uses its own techniques. So, anyone who is not a Catholic by birth, must at least learn how to interact with this will level setting before they are allowed to join in."

"Oh", Lisa tossed her arms high then walked to the long table, put her arms down, and slumped her head on her arms, while flowing to Lisa-1, "mum, this is ever so complicated to explain."

Lisa-1 came and sat on a chair next to Grace. "Don't worry about it. Learn to lift awareness, then lower it so you focus on ordinary life. It is easy once you get the hang of it. Remember, silence can be golden. Your brain does not have to think too much, or wonder, you can tune your soul to be as one with us in the spirit."

"All right, I will try...mother", Grace replied, that last thought escaping without Grace wanting it to or knowing why.

"I love you too, I guess I will have to accept you as a daughter", Lisa-1 leant and gave Grace a kiss on the forehead.

Meanwhile the Rabbi and the Islamic scholar sat a the table with Lisa. The scholar opened the flow, "Lisa, we have been thinking. More and more young people are becoming aware of the low-level telepathy plane. So why don't you young ones discuss some issues...like politics at election time...so others can see how intelligent and bright young people like the psychics do this."

"Politics is not my cup of tea", Lisa lifted her head and shook it.

"That's not the point, Lisa", the Rabbi said politely, "it is not in ordinary life, and I share your view, nothing to be gained by squabbling about politics...but in the spirit, across the low-level telepathy plane, it may be different."

"All right, Grandfather", Lisa took a deep breath, "next time I have my friends with me, I will suggest this."

"That's all I ask", the wise Rabbi leant and gave Lisa a kiss on the forehead.

The imagery changed quickly. Grace imagined being with Lisa in the middle of the ocean. That is, a dome shaped dwelling was reached via a long wharf, and that dwelling seemed in the middle of the ocean. Around the dwelling a platform. It is on this platform that Grace saw the woman she knew as Helen with a baby in her arms. Then Darth imagined standing next to her.

"Another child, look after him", Helen, she wore an elegant long dress, "handed her husband the baby."

Lisa walked to Helen, put her arm around her back, and explained to Grace, "this is, in truth, my only true mother...but of course when dad accepted Lisa-1 and wife then Lana, each woman accepted dad's children as their own too. And Lana is the more important mother cause I spend most of my time with her and our family, in our beach level house. Lisa-1 on the other hand is our security blanket, the mystery of a Faith Marriage makes it possible and special to form exquisite settings and visions without these...confusing....any of us...and making life difficult."

"Don't confuse me, please", Grace smiled at Lisa.

"All right", Lisa sighed, thinking how complicated this always was, trying to explain that her father had only one wife in truth, but she was more a spirit being and had to be at the very least in the heart and soul and thoughts of three women in ordinary life.

"When I am myself", Helen pointed to herself and explained to Grace, "I alone am my husband's wife...by myself I mean the natural spirit life that I am...that rarely happens", Helen shook her head, "so I am in three women...sometimes more but that is rare...whichever the woman that has me in her, my husband sees that woman as his wife."

"Yep, something along those lines", Lisa nodded to Grace.

The imagery altered rapidly. Now back in the restaurant, and Grace saw many dancing couples, the dance more like rock and roll, and she also saw Darth...her new father as she was now thinking...dancing with Lana....her new mother as she was now thinking. They looked swell together, so Grace felt as she watched them both sway and move to the rhythm of the music.

And as they dance, something else was happening. Now Grace could see a vision - like a vision of heaven - a vision made of small soft dots and the back of a woman, she sensed it was Lana or her spirit, pressing against a man in such a loving way, and the man Grace sensed was Darth. A feeling of absolute love between a man and a woman was so striking in this vision.

Grace's trance like state was interrupted by Lisa standing next to her, "are you spying into the souls of mum and dad?", Lisa asked then turned to two young man coming their way, and she hit Grace with an elbow and whispered, "wow....look at those two...the one on the left is mine...I want to dance with him if he asks...you can have the older one."

As they waited, meekly, suddenly Harla brushed past with a boy in a nice suit in hot pursuit. They heard Sara say, "no, enough, my legs are sore, go away pest."

Lisa laughed and turned to Grace, "that's my sister...I don't know how she does it but she is going to have a big problem when is older...boys just fuss over her, want to be with her, want to talk to her, gees, half her luck."

Grace saw the boy halt as Harla walked to her father, took him ny the hand, led him away from the dance floor and then leant and pressed into him. Lana walked up behind, asking softly, "what is it love?"

"I am tired of being asked to dance", Harla replied without moving her head which was buried in her father's chest.

"Come on, love", Lana took Harla's hand and they walked to two seats and sat down, "boys like you...and the boys we have among us are nice."

"I know, mum", Harla leant against her mother, "but I am worn out. I have been dancing non stop."

The music changed back to the slow waltz. Suddenly Harla had a spark of life and stood, "but I am not too tired to have a dance with you, dad", and she rushed to Darth, took his hand, and led him to the dance floor.