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Mr. Walters conveys the reality of mystical worlds and our interaction with them very eloquently. He states that there is "one true love in its infinite expression," meaning there is one connection, above all others that can make us feel whole, like our full selves. This book is highly recommended for the reader seeking a love story that knows no limits. As a metaphysical novel, one can expand their views of worlds and civilizations existing with us, and how we may affect those close to us with or without our knowledge.

"Sacred Vow" is highly recommended, and a sequel would be much welcomed. -Catherine Phelps for Reader Views

Installment 12 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

Djalma (continued1)

"There is a single, all-encompassing energy field, call it the Whole or the Absolute. Within this infinitude are a limitless number of overlapping subsets, let's say segmented fields, that vibrate at unique ranges of frequencies. Each field is a separate reality, which more often than not remains unseen by any of the inhabitants of the other fields because of the frequency differences between them."

"Everything that appears to be physical within a subset of a specific reality adds a unique energetic signature onto the base resonance of that field, while remaining within the defined range of that field." Djalma waited to make sure Ian was following.

Ian could see that his confusion was not going to dissipate in the near future. So he nodded once, to suggest that Djalma go on.

"We may have to come back to this wider scope, but for now let's focus specifically on a single reality-our illusory, ‘physical' reality. At the very least, those things we perceive as material will resonate according to their molecular makeup," Djalma continued. "From there, every entity gives off emanations based on what it has experienced, no matter if it is physical or not, sentient or not. In addition to this vibration, those entities, which we recognize as living, stir in their own personality or nature, which can be, for example, predatory, genteel, or whatever. Additionally, the resonance one picks up from self-aware entities is very affected by their individual assessments of their own experience and by their sense of self."

Ian was glad to drop the implications of those other fields, subsets, or whatever Djalma wanted to call them. Even with limiting his focus to his own reality, what Djalma was presenting was giving Ian a bit of psychological discomfort. Sure, Ian accepted such things as scientific fact, but he had not expected to deal with them in his personal life.

Djalma kept working with the roots and herbs. "Some people are completely unresponsive to these psychic emanations. Almost always, their total imperceptivity indicates a psychology of disassociation, dangerous to the individual and those that share their world, known and unknown. Such a lack of responsiveness should be corrected. Most people have some degree of sensitivity, which varies, depending on the situation and the range of vibrations they are naturally attuned to.

"These vibrations provoke the feeling of otherwise unwarranted pleasure you might experience when you meet certain people, or the sudden weakness that may come over you in a particular environment. When acquiring possessions, we're sometimes attracted by the resonance of the item, rather than by its more commonly perceptible characteristics. These emanations continue to affect us, and their surrounding environment, after we acquire the piece."

The implications of what Djalma was saying began to overwhelm Ian. "That would suggest we take on an enormous liability every time we choose a prospective possession!" he burst out.

Djalma looked around the room, and then said casually, "Rarely is there any need to be apprehensive. Most people are engaged in some degree of the same type of choosing based on the emanations that people and things give off. Russian roulette alchemy, if you will. Fortunately, the cylinder of this theoretical revolver has an infinite number of chambers, providing minimal odds for any perceivable alteration within the so-called normal reality, much less any threat to an individual."

"If that is the case, how do you explain what I have been experiencing?" Ian demanded.

With the equanimity one would expect of a person with his apparent achievements despite his youth, Djalma picked up the distress in Ian's tone. He smiled as if he knew that Ian was asking to quiet his own fear. "Perhaps it's just the luck of the draw. Lightning has to hit somewhere every time it strikes."

Ian stared hard at Djalma. He wanted answers, not just to have Djalma offer vague speculations.

Djalma responded to Ian's unspoken plea, "Theoretically, if one was able to attune one's personal resonance to another range, another channel, say, such a person could slip from one reality to another.

"In your case, I'm inclined to believe that some part of your deeper self has been pursuing this kind of access for many years. Perhaps up until now your quest has been exclusively subconscious. It's possible that the process has taken all the previous energetic mixes in order for these visits to happen. In addition, your conscious mind may have been going through preparation, so to speak, so that it could perceive what has happened.

"Perhaps your subconscious was always experimenting, armed with no more than a desired result."

"Considering the dark turn these visits have taken," Ian said, "I can find no reason for believing some portion of me intends this bit of self-destructive experience."

"It's your conscious perception that calls your experience self-destructive," Djalma said. "How do you know that what is happening is not creative in a positive way, rather than destructive?"

Ian sometimes found Djalma's insight to be infuriating. It was easy enough for Djalma to speculate, Ian thought. He was not living with the situation or its after-effects. Ian knew that the experience had taken an unhealthy turn. He could now admit that he was scared. He needed more real assistance from Djalma.

Looking into Ian's eyes, patiently, peacefully, Djalma waited for Ian to decide where he wanted to go with the conversation.

Ian mulled over the information he understood Djalma to have presented. Then he reverted to his speculations about what had been happening. "What I would really like to know is: If this is an energetic imprint, does that or does that not mean that a particular woman created the impression I'm receiving? The teapot is not that old, so the imprint could not have occurred that long ago. Liz says the couple who owned it bought it new, locally. Not many people could have come in contact with it since it was made."

Ian was getting more excited as he went on. "It can't be that hard to find out who she is. If Katerina and I have some connection, or she has something to tell me, I should find her and solve this!"

Djalma leaned back and slowly raised both palms, as if to ward off Ian's agitation. "I don't think this is an imprint, but if it is, I am certain it's not that kind of imprint," he said.

Djalma rose and took the pot of root mix over to the stove. Pouring water into it from a large jug, he continued. "Not all imprint manifestations are the result of a playback or representation of a specific person or event to which the item has been exposed to. It's likely your teapot was never in physical contact with . . . Katerina, as you call her. I would say this is not even a secondary imprint, which occurs when an item comes into contact with someone or someplace that has been in direct contact with a person exuding a strong psychic signature.

"Your visits are very specific to the one room. Also, as you told me, if you remove a single item from the room, Katerina ceases to appear."

"This doesn't make sense," Ian replied. "If she is not imprinted on the teapot, why does the teapot set off the vision?"

"It's not just the teapot that is causing the experience, Ian. You have come to this conclusion because the visits started after the teapot was brought into the room for the first time. Apparently, the teapot is the final ingredient in a combination of psychic emanations that have been developing for a while. Hence Katerina's absence if any item, and not just the teapot, is removed."

Ian's exasperation was heightened when Djalma said, "I am certain none of the items in your study have ever come into contact with Katerina."

If no item had come into contact with her, Ian thought, why was this particular woman appearing? He panicked. How can I locate her if I cannot associate her with some item or event in the physical world?

Djalma spoke quietly, as if in direct response to Ian's thoughts. "How would a woman from such an exotic culture, perhaps unearthly, come in contact with an ordinary teapot?"

Maybe it was just a simple mind-reading trick, but it brought Ian to his senses. Wrongly or rightly, each such inexplicable display of this telepathic talent increased Ian's trust in Djalma's ability to help him solve his problem. Ian suspected that the only reason Djalma performed these "tricks" was to calm him.

Feeling less tightly coiled, Ian took a slow breath and looked Djalma in the eyes. "That thought has crossed my mind, but I suppose I never completely dropped the idea of an energetic imprint because, for whatever reason, my logical mind found it the most comfortable-or familiar-of all the fantastical possibilities I have considered as an answer . . .

"What, then, does cause Katerina to appear? And why this woman, in particular?"

"Why her-that is something only a deeper part of yourself will know, Ian. What causes her to appear is the part I can help you with."

With his pot of herbs simmering, Djalma came back to sit across from Ian.

"Remember back when we were talking about a base range of resonance within a reality or field? Just as everything has its unique energy signature, a grouping of items within a certain space near each other will combine to produce a collective signature. To varying degrees, almost always unintelligibly, these collective signatures affect the reality experienced by anyone within the scope of their influence.

"Most people aren't sensitive enough to perceive even a fairly wide range of fluctuation from the base emanation of their own field of reality. Those who do sometimes perceive such fluctuations rarely interpret their resulting experience as anything more than a gut feeling, maybe the hair standing up on the back of their neck for no apparent reason. Sometimes a particular area has such a strong collective signature that even the general populace will acknowledge the location as possessing some preternatural influence. The usual extreme end of the spectrum would be widely experienced apparitions in the area."

"Are you saying Katerina is a ghost?" Ian cut in.

"Not at all," Djalma responded.

Without really hearing the response, Ian continued. "Wouldn't that operate much the same as an imprint?"

Djalma slowly shook his head, and waited for Ian to relax enough to take in what he was about to say.

"Whether by the unlikely accident or subconscious intention," Djalma said, "I'm content that you have constructed a collective signature within your study that is affecting your perceived reality-or rather, periodically expanding your perception of reality.

"Now remember I said the different fields or realities are almost always invisible to each other because of differing base frequency ranges." This time Djalma waited as if for a response from Ian, giving him a questioning look.

Concluding that they would not go forward otherwise, Ian offered a cautious "Yes."

Satisfied, Djalma smiled and continued, "More than just unveiling something from the sensory fringes of our shared reality field, the collective signature of your study seems to have created a vibrational doorway, making it possible for you to move into another reality, an alternate or parallel life."


Djalma (to be continued next week)

copyright 2006 CG Walters

For those who cannot wait to read Sacred Vow over installments, I have a gift for you--the first 15 chapters online to be read at your leisure!

This link http://authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 is a listing the 1st 15 chapters on HarperCollins.London.

If you enjoy what you read, I'd ask a favor in return; help me pursue a foreign rights publishing contract for Sacred Vow.

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Welcome to the Third Edition of the CelebraZine (Celebration eZine) blog carnival.

Our focus dictates what we see, which reinforces our focus, further confining the possibility of what we will see. Twice a month we put together a collection of blogs containing text, image, video, and audio from talented people empowering others and Celebrating What's Right in the World!

May you be blessed by these offerings reminding us of the beauty, wonder, and sacredness in the world around us and within us.

Celebrate Living, Celebrate Yourself!

I would like to open with this beautiful video, Historia de un letrero (original video), passed on to me by a dear friend, Jon Pertee (not a blogger at present; at Winter Star Woodworks, Burnsville, NC). This video, focusing on the impact of words and perception, won the short film award at Cannes , and is very well worth 4 ½ minutes of your time!

Kathy Smith presents How do you prepare for the unknown? with a wonderful charitable service announcement at ~KES The Google "Project 10 to the 100th" is a call for ideas to change the world by helping as many people as possible. Here's how to join in.


 

Karen Lawrence presents The Intelligent Heart posted at Assist the Artist. The heart-mind connection may well have more than psychological or spiritual implications when it comes to the way we live and how we choose our livelihoods than we ever imagined.

Daily OM presents Letting Yourself Be Seen at Daily Om.
When we allow ourselves to be witnessed by another, we cannot help but be transformed by the experience.
--for those of you who have not already been introduced to Daily Om, it is a network of spiritual exchange centered around a daily article.

Resurrected1 presents this powerful video, In My Name.
Your simple video message will join thousands of others in the call to end poverty in our lifetime.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.--Anais Nin

Andrew Galasetti presents 50 things to say before you die at Lyvved. You'd be surprised how little people express their selves and say what they need to say to those who matter. You don't want to be on your deathbed before you utter these words.

 

Anna Varney presents GURU LIFE
I'm finding Life to be the most amazing sacred teacher of all
- the perfect teacher -

Robin presents her Meditation Movie
"There Is Nothing Wrong With You"

Myrko presents The 10 Very Zen Stories at AwakeBlogger.
Many teachings from Zen-Buddhism are told in short and delightful stories. They are usually designed to develop the mind and to free it from distortions and so to connect with our spirit.

Tom Volkar presents Believe It Or Not at Delightful Work.
Sometimes we need to sneak up on our own minds to extract the wisdom within.

Said the river to the seeker, "Does one really have to fret about enlightenment? No matter which way I turn, I'm homeward bound."-- Anthony De Mello

This concludes the Third Edition of the CelebraZine (Celebration eZine) blog carnival. Thank you for being a part of the miracle of celebration!

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For those who have wondered --This is my Kathy (Kathleen Teresa Egan), my girlfriend (and wife)  of the past 20+ years .....and for an infinite number of years past and future
***AND two of our favorite little love songs!

Sorry....I could not imbed the first one, so I have the link here
http://www.gofish.com/player.gfp?gfid=30-1085714

But this one, was our first, probably will remain until the last....



love and joy to you all,
CG

Mr. Walters conveys the reality of mystical worlds and our interaction with them very eloquently. He states that there is "one true love in its infinite expression," meaning there is one connection, above all others that can make us feel whole, like our full selves. This book is highly recommended for the reader seeking a love story that knows no limits. As a metaphysical novel, one can expand their views of worlds and civilizations existing with us, and how we may affect those close to us with or without our knowledge.

“Sacred Vow” is highly recommended, and a sequel would be much welcomed. —Catherine Phelps for Reader Views

Installment 13 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

Djalma (continued2)


“There are an inestimable number of realities, overlapping the very space of this room and even our very bodies. We never become aware of them, though these worlds appear just as substantial to their occupants as we believe ours to be. Only the most achieved Masters and Adepts expand their consciousness sufficiently to achieve a glimpse across these boundaries. It requires a very precise balance of vibrational signatures, external and/or internal, to perform such a pass-through.

“It’s almost impossible to stumble across exactly the right combination to produce such an access. Even though you were not consciously aware of it, you did not stumble across this doorway. I believe your visitor is not a result of chance.”

“Expanded perception,” Ian said, “would explain my ability to see her world, to see her there, but how does that explain my own experience of traveling to her world or reality?”

“It’s not traveling, really,” Djalma replied. “That’s a concept of the illusory physical realm—moving your form from one place to another—that your analyzing conscious mind has imposed on the experience, to make what is happening more comfortable, more familiar.”

“Travel seems an apt description,” Ian said. “I am here, and then I perceive myself, although not really solidly, in her reality. She has also traveled to my study.

“I can comprehend that what I see of Katerina could be just a visual projection into my room, a holograph, but my experience in her world is that I have something like a bodily presence there, just as I do right here.”

Djalma smiled. “Well . . . actually you are neither here nor there.”

Semantics are not helping, Ian thought.

Undisturbed by Ian’s stern expression, Djalma smiled and continued, “Technically, we are not here. We are not physical. But we are an illusion of physicality, a manifestation of our consciousness, from energy.

“The energetic doorway in your study is doing more than just expanding your ability to see into this parallel reality. The experience could have been limited there. But your doorway appears to have allowed you at least a partial transfer, or fluctuation, between two separate reality fields . . . what you are referring to as traveling. Your ability to perceive this other reality makes it as real and accessible as the one you and I interact in right now. After all, what is reality except the ‘perception of choice’ at any given time?

You are manifesting a reference point for your consciousness, a body—even if not conventionally physical—in that place. You are in both places.”

Ian agreed that this was how the visits felt. Now he saw this explanation could help him get his situation under control. The dark path the visits were taking demanded some remedy very soon.

“Why do you think her appearance and some aspects of her personality seem so strained at times, Djalma?”

“This is only my speculation,” he said, “but I think that some development has not been achieved within a necessary period of time. This would also explain the unpleasant physical effects you are experiencing.”

Troubled by that thought, Ian asked, “Are you saying that she’s unhappy because I’m not performing some task I am unaware of, and therefore she is exhibiting some ill will toward me?”

“Ian, I don’t think that is the case. You may be feeling an impact on your health just because you’ve spent too much time in the transitional range between the two fields, never fully achieving presence in her parallel world.

“As far as the nature of your visitor goes, I cannot be certain yet, but I believe she is a dear and trustworthy intimate to you.”

Ian could not have anticipated the effect of those words. When he heard Djalma speak of Katerina and her affection just as if she were any other beloved. As irrational as it sounded, Ian felt some validation. His longing to truly experience her company in his world caused him to lose any calm focus he may have managed to exercise up until that point.

“Am I the cause of the changes I have seen take place in her?” This possibility had already been worrying Ian. “If so, what can I do to help her?”

Djalma sat down in front of Ian again. “The full extent of what you see may not actually be happening to her. The image may be distorted because the psychic connection between the two of you has been damaged.”

Ian found this analysis dubious. “Well, what has been happening to my health is definitely not an illusion!”

“True, but we don’t know if the interaction is capable of having the same impact on her.”

“Will you help me then?” Ian asked, emphatically.

Djalma was silent.

Ian pressed him. “Can you, or do you know anyone who can, help me achieve the full connection? It sounds as if I need to do something immediately . . . And why do you think Katerina and I have been able to make this connection?” Ian started to speak again and then stopped short, releasing his breath. He realized there must be a reason for Djalma’s silence.

“What you have been experiencing is defying time and space,” Djalma said. “You and she could be making contact to exchange some information, to strengthen a bond, or to fulfill some preexisting promise. I cannot say just what with any confidence. You’re asking me for information only you possess. Your experiences so far, however, especially the inability to touch or hear each other, imply you and she are currently incompatible in each other’s reality.”

Ian suddenly felt sure that Djalma’s extreme calm, the most he had exhibited so far, was something the young sage was intentionally projecting with the intent of helping him calm down. Yet he was becoming more anxious that he would not be able to continue to visit Katerina.

“That’s not something I can just sit back and accept,” Ian said. “Look at what is happening to us.”

Djalma nodded. “I said you are not currently able to fully exist in the same reality. I did not say that things should, or could, remain that way. Assuming this darker path that the visits have taken is not natural or intentional, the first thing we have to do is to figure out when they started to change. Then, maybe, we can figure out why.”

They sat silently for a while. Ian thought back over the last few months. He hadn’t really considered when the journeys had started to take the darker turn. “The situation has been developing all along. Even before things became unpleasant, the experience was ever-changing.”

Djalma forced him to try again. “So, tell me the first time you had an unpleasant reaction to anything within the visits. Was it when you started to black out for longer periods? And do you remember when Katerina’s appearance started to change?”

“I remember that I started to remain disconnected from my conscious world for longer periods of time as the experience got progressively more pleasant. At that time, I was glad to extend the visits. And, as far as the change in her image, I have been so infatuated with Katerina that I don’t know if I would have noticed any initial progression of small negative changes in her appearance.”

Ian struggled to recall the time before things “got bad,” his first unpleasant reaction to one of their teas. Then he remembered one day when everything about the tea had seemed as beautiful as usual. Katerina had radiated a captivating sense of joy. Savoring the experience as he returned to conscious awareness, Ian unexpectedly felt a rush of distress that he could describe only as a panic attack.

“I just remembered! One day, instead of feeling comforted and joyous after my visit with Katerina, I was fiercely shaken. Something set off panic in me. I was consumed with dread. I forced myself up from the chair, as if to escape a threat, and stumbled toward the door. In just a moment, I got a grip on myself and felt rather foolish about my reaction. Still, the whole afternoon remained clouded by the experience of my return.

“The next few times I brought the teapot out, I was a little cautious, but all went well, and I soon forgot about that incident. It was months later that the visits became progressively more difficult.”

Djalma’s eyes were fixed on him, as if demanding more than Ian had given. “I’m sure I already know the answer, but had you recently brought something new into the room before that experience?”

Ian responded to the suggestion as if Djalma had accused him of sacrilege. “Not one thing since I realized the impact it could have!”

“Has anyone besides you been in the room?”

“No.” Ian had to smile, thinking of it. “My friends think I’m a bit demented because of the way I protect the sanctity of my study, but I’ve managed to keep the room private. They tease me, but I’ve continued to entertain as usual. The study is somewhat secluded in the floor plan. Privacy wasn’t the problem it would have been if I had been trying to secure certain other rooms in the house.”

“What about the teapot? Has anyone come into contact with the teapot when you have people over?”

“Again, no, Djalma. I’ve been a little crazy about it, but I’m unwilling to take a chance. None of my friends even know I have the teapot. Except to rinse it and fill it with hot water for tea, the teapot has remained in the study since the early days of my experience.

“The first time I had someone over, after the first visit, I had already realized that changing things in the room could affect the experience, so I hid the teapot away in the study. From that day to this, I’ve kept it there.”

“That’s fortunate for our purpose,” Djalma said. “It limits the range of possibilities we have to consider, but it’s unlikely any casual contact would have affected the teapot. Most people would not leave an imprint that lasted much longer than their immediate contact with the pot. Those whose emanation lasted longer would have caused only a temporary change in the vibration of the teapot and, therefore, the collective resonance of the room. You might have noticed a minor modification in your entry into a visit, or the reality shift might not have occurred with the very next tea, but any effect would have dissipated in a few days.”

Djalma leaned back, relaxing a little, obviously considering the options. “No one was in the room? Is it possible that someone doing some service in the house, or even one of your friends, could have come into the room without your knowing it?”

Looking away a little embarrassed, Ian had to say, “Not possible, unless someone broke in without leaving any trace. I invariably lock the door to my study, and that’s the biggest source of banter on the nights I have the guys over for cards or to watch a game.”

“Still, good for our purpose.” Djalma smiled. “The room was not changed. The teapot was not changed. So that only leaves you.”

“What do you mean? How could I have been changed?”

“Just as everything else in the room can be affected, so could you. Again, the same rules of impermanence would apply, unless—” Djalma emphasized the last word to make sure Ian was listening, “—the effect has been expanded by your continued thoughts or response to a person, thing, or experience.

“Let’s concentrate on the time just before this unpleasant return to consciousness you mentioned. Can you remember anything or any person you came in contact with, which seemed to have a lasting effect on you, good or bad?”


Djalma (to be continued next week)

copyright 2006 CG Walters

For those who cannot wait to read Sacred Vow over installments, I have a gift for you--the first 15 chapters online to be read at your leisure!
This link http://authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 is a listing the 1st 15 chapters on HarperCollins/London.

If you enjoy what you read, I'd ask a favor in return; help me pursue a foreign rights publishing contract for Sacred Vow.
Please register on the site (create a profile on http://www.authonomy.com/ ), and search for Sacred Vow.

Once you have the page up with the Sacred Vow book cover, notice that to the right of the page there is a column with several options, one of which is "Back this book", please click that --this adds Sacred Vow to your bookshelf, used to determine which books the editors will consider.—This is not a purchase. Authonomy is strictly a mechanism for selecting books for publishing within HarperCollins.

Please check your profile page afterwards, ensuring that the Sacred Vow cover shows in your Bookshelf.

If you have time, make a comment on Sacred Vow by going to this page http://www.authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 the comment box is below the book description. I would love your input. Fiction is a collective creation between reader and writer.

Thank you for your continued support.
Blessings all,
CG

C.G. Walters primarily writes fiction that focuses on the multidimensionality of our loves and our lives.

Autographed/signed copies of Sacred Vow are available from the author– or purchase as ebook or the Amazon Kindle version

Please join me as a friend at any of my other favorite hangouts: Facebook, Myspace, StumbleUpon, Friendfeed, Twitter, Plurk, or Digg

Mr. Walters conveys the reality of mystical worlds and our interaction with them
very eloquently.  He states that there is "one true love in its infinite
expression," meaning there is one connection, above all others that can make us
feel whole, like our full selves. This book is highly recommended for the reader
seeking a love story that knows no limits. As a metaphysical novel, one can
expand their views of worlds and civilizations existing with us, and how we may
affect those close to us with or without our knowledge.

“Sacred Vow” is highly recommended, and a sequel would be much welcomed. —Catherine Phelps for Reader Views

 Installment 14 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

 

Djalma  (continued3)

 

 

It had been several months since the experience of the tense return from the visit with Katerina. Ian didn't recall right away what had been going on at the time. As best he could remember, it was just like the months that had preceded it. He spent his days with computers at work, went out with friends, came home, and then did this all over again. Ian's initial memories of those uneventful times were faint. He had been a little preoccupied with more recent concerns.

Trying to think what may have had a terrible effect on his paranormal teas, he tried to summon unpleasant memories. Actually, Ian had to admit that things had been going particularly well through that period of life. Work, his friends, all seemed to be going through a positive phase. His time working and socializing had been carefree and happy.

Just as Ian was about to throw up his hands in defeat, he remembered a project member at work whom he'd found particularly irksome. It was not that the person ever did anything that truly warranted such feelings. This fellow was just one of those people whom Ian always felt conflict with, even when they agreed.

"I've got it. Dixon Peerit! For the whole time I worked with him, I felt a strange tension."

"There is a way, Ian, to get a little better idea if your contact with this person had the type of consequence we're looking for. It sounds like you've probably had a previous experience similar to what I'm suggesting. This is something like a guided meditation. It's not hypnosis, just a method of relaxation to help you focus on a subject. It will allow me to get a feeling for your subconscious mind's assessment of Dixon. So, if you're willing, get comfortable and close your eyes."

Certain they were on the verge of a solution, Ian closed his eyes without hesitation. "Ready."

"Just relax," Djalma said. "The first thing you have to do is to let go of all your conscious beliefs about what has caused a change in the visits."

Djalma was silent, and Ian made every effort to let go of his hope that they were about to find the reason his visits had become distorted.

"Now, slowly, breathe deeply into your diaphragm, not your lungs. Hold that breath. Slowly, breathe out."

After a few minutes of this, Djalma asked him to remember Dixon. Despite instructions, Ian had already been revving up this memory. In his mind, Dixon was inextricably guilty as the source of Ian's misfortune.

Djalma peacefully coached Ian: "Bring up the memory of Dixon. Release any thought of him, but hold the image.

"Hold it. No thought, just hold the image."

As soothing as Djalma's voice and instructions were, Ian was ready to jump into action when Djalma said, "Okay, now let the image go, and we are going to come back to full awareness . . .

"Breathe deeply, and open your eyes when you are comfortable."

Ian stared at Djalma, anxious to hear his conclusion.

"It's not him," Djalma said when he opened his eyes.

"Are you certain? That guy used to give me the worst feelings-"

Djalma cut him off. "And there might have been a good reason, but it seems as soon as he left your project, you were no longer concerned with him."

True, Dixon had not crossed Ian's mind since he was moved to another project area.

"You're certain?" Ian was having a hard time letting go of his hope that the only unpleasantness he could recall during that time was the answer to the problem.

"I'm certain. Dixon did not have a lasting effect on your consciousness, and that would have been the only way another person could affect the journey through you. We'll have to try again."

Shaking his head, Ian said, "There's nothing. It was a particularly good time in my life."

"That does not preclude the type of effect we are looking for, Ian. You should also be trying to remember anything you found uncommonly pleasant or enjoyable during that time. It could be an impressive or exceptionally agreeable person whom you had just met, or a wonderfully satisfying experience that happened shortly before that time. It could even be new music you had just discovered, something that had an unusual impact."

It seemed like an odd request. Look for the good as the root of the bad? Ian just sat there in disbelief.

After a few minutes he began searching for the best, not the worst, of his memories of that time a few months earlier.

"Of course, there are always new songs on the radio," Ian offered.

"Any that you continued to listen to once they were not played on the radio or that changed your musical tastes?"

"No . . . there were movies that I saw and enjoyed, but none I've given much thought to since."

They went through everything Ian had done for several months leading up to the first unpleasant experience. Ian was almost regretting that he had such a precise memory and that he had so many good things to remember. By the time Djalma was finished, Ian was beginning to grow weary of that stretch of time, which he had just remembered as so satisfying.

Djalma latched onto Ian's mention of a fellow who was the team leader of the same project that he'd worked on with Dixon, Peter (pronounced Pay-ter) Rostich. Ian assured Djalma that was a dead end, but Djalma was having none of it. The more tribute Ian paid to Peter, the more adamant Djalma became.

Peter was one of those people everyone liked, a natural leader. He could get any member of his team to do just what he needed done. It seemed to be a talent that he had always had. No matter how much he asked of a person, that person felt it was no more than was reasonable, and Peter always showed his appreciation of his or her cooperation.

Even outside work, Peter was an exceptionally interesting individual. It seemed he must have begun to pursue his many interests when he was very young. He was musically talented, proficient in violin, piano, and several other instruments. Hanging from his office wall was evidence of considerable talent in acrylic painting, pen and ink, and digital art. He had used his very keen mind to become proficient in each media-and it seemed, many other accomplishments-one by one.

Peter loved his wife, adored his kids, and was dedicated to his community. Ian admired Peter's way of looking at life; he believed Peter "had his heart in the right place."

So Ian had to admit the positive experience of meeting Peter had stayed with him longer than his negative feelings about Dixon. One doesn't meet such admirable people that often, he thought. But he could not imagine how that positive experience could have brought on such unpleasantness.

"Djalma, to be honest," Ian finally said, "I don't like the idea that something satisfying might set off dreadful experiences."

Djalma's look was disarmingly kind. "Peter didn't cause the change. Bad results are not inherent in good things. Your experience is just the product of an accident. The energetic signature of your tea environment was perfect for the outcome you achieved and desired. Any significant alteration was going to make a change. It so happened that this time the resulting change was undesirable.

"Remember, few people, not even you in most cases, are likely to encounter such a doorway and generally have no need for concern. It was not meeting Peter that made the difference but rather his continued effect on you, your perceptions, and therefore your energetic signature. But this is assuming that Peter is the element we are looking for. If you'll close your eyes and relax again, we'll know soon enough."

They went through the guided meditation process again. Several times Djalma asked Ian to hold onto the vision of Peter. Ian could not excite much faith in this pursuit, and the image faded. He was glad to have met such a person, glad there were people like Peter in the world, but Ian had no desire, then or before, to spend time visualizing Peter.

Finally, Djalma told Ian to release the image and come back to an alert state.

Ian sat silently this time, looking into Djalma's eyes. Djalma had somewhat of a dazed look. For several minutes he just sat without speaking or blinking, barely breathing. When the trance broke, a smile spread over Djalma's face, and he pulled from his pocket an ornate metal disk, about the size of a fifty-cent piece. He handed it to Ian, saying, "Take this into the room with you for your next tea."

Ian turned the token over and over, enjoying the artwork of it, without making any comment or asking any questions. There was something innately reassuring about having the item in his palm. He could hear Djalma taking in one long, slow breath after another.

"Your response to Peter is what we were looking for. It had a positive impact on your spirit, but it also changed your vibration, and therefore it changed the portal for your reality shifts. I'm expecting the token to counterbalance that change."

Ecstatic at the prospect, Ian rose immediately to his feet, almost knocking his head on the ledge of books above him. Clutching the token, which felt like his salvation, Ian hurriedly expressed his appreciation. "Thank you, Djalma. This is wonderful! Thank you, so much!"

Ian reached down, shook Djalma's hand longer than he needed to, and pulled Djalma to his feet. Mixing goodbyes with more gratitude, he hardly let Djalma speak again. He was too eager to try Djalma's solution. Besides, those herbs cooking on the stove had become a little too intense for his comfort.

As Ian made his way quickly through the woods toward his car, Djalma called from the porch, "Find out why you and she are in contact."

Later, during his drive, Ian felt bad about the hurried, even discourteous, way he had fled from the meeting with Djalma. He had been able to tell from Djalma's several attempts to speak that there was more to tell about this solution than Ian gave Djalma time to do so.

The truth was that Ian did not care to hear about any possible side effects or be given any precautions. He felt like he had a reprieve from a terminal disease. Anything that might happen had to be better than what he had been experiencing.

Continued next week, Parallels
 
copyright 2006 CG Walters

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Written by The Corrigan Brothers and Shay Black

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There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama
From the old Blarney Stone to the green Hills of Tara
There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama

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He's as Irish as any from the Lakes of Killarney
His mam's from a long line of great Irish Mamma's
There's no one as Irish as Barack O'Bama

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Sacred Vow's central character, Ian Sarin, is drawn into the world of a complete stranger with whom he is immediately familiar and unexplainably becomes aware of various other lives they are sharing even now. Much to Ian's amazement, he finds out that the bond between him and this mysterious woman is a key element needed to heal a growing disintegration in the Collective Consciousness that makes up all reality. A compelling, thought-provoking book. -EarthStar Magazine

Installment 15 of 22 Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical).

Parallels

On his drive back home Ian gave a lot of thought to Djalma's description of the "doorway" to Katerina, and how it was opened. He was excited about the implications that he had subconsciously been constructing the proper combination for a long time. Ian wondered what other information might be harbored within his mind but just outside his present understanding? Had some part of him known all along about Katerina and the ties they had?

How little we know, he now thought, about our true motivations and the effects of even our simplest choices.

The items in Ian's study now took on almost a sacred importance for him. Just to think that only that combination of items would allow him-and only him (since he was part of the required collective signature)-to experience Katerina's world and allow her to experience his world made him extremely aware of everything in that room. Djalma's speculation had validated something Ian had realized about himself for quite awhile; he sometimes felt compelled to acquire certain items for his home, and he was never quite sure why. If that compulsion had been leading him to create a collective signature, then that was very comforting.

Since childhood, Ian had been accused of giving inordinate importance to the selection of his personal belongings. Somehow he always knew that those who taunted him simply did not understand its importance, though he could not explain what "it" was. Secure in his perception of a calling to possess specific items, or to be involved with certain people, situations, or places, Ian had moved through life responding to his internal guide. Invariably, this was his path, despite his own conscious mind's frequent discomfort due to its lack of understanding.

Ian could discern neither rhyme nor reason in the motivations to choose things-by now he had come to accept the urgings of his intuition. Most of the time he went about his business making choices in as whimsical a manner as anyone else-except those times when he felt a choice rise from his depths. Once he verified that the urge was genuinely intuitive, Ian did not question the choice further.

Those "must-have" possessions came from greatly varied sources: yard sales, antique stores, discount chains, exclusive art galleries, trash discarded on the curb, or just about anywhere else. Ian didn't go looking for these "significant" pieces, but could not ignore his response to such an item once it was discovered. Much less often, there were items that elicited an equal demand of avoidance.

Over the years, Ian had frequently sought a logical rationale or discernable pattern for his choices, only to acquiesce eventually. Intuition alone seemed to make an item "wrong" or "right" for him. There were even times when Ian truly did not like the look of an acquired item, but early on realized he could not pass it up or get rid of it once it was identified.

The most challenging expression of this instinctual demand was the house that he had lived in for many years now. Prior to encountering it, Ian had never had any desire to live in a town on the coastline. One year, he was on vacation and saw that old gray saltbox. Abandoning what most would have considered good sense, complying with a vehement call from his inner guide, the next thing Ian knew, he had bought the house, carted all his worldly possessions there, and begun a new job nearby.

True, once Ian did acquire something, he had developed an inescapable ritual of moving the item from room to room, and place to place within a room. Ian would bring the article in and place it in the first possible location, usually closest to the door. Sometimes the new piece would stay in that initial spot for weeks, even if he found the placing to be very inconvenient. He was simply awaiting inspiration by the inevitable process that he knew would eventually take place.

Other times Ian had barely set the piece down before he felt compelled to move it again. Sometimes again and again. He bought a beautiful green vase of blown glass on a base of smooth, gray river stone, which he eventually had a strong urge to destroy just so he could be released from its obsessive, but indecisive, drive to find its proper "home." For weeks Ian was obliged to move that vase to a new location just about every time he laid eyes on it-and he was grateful when it accepted a final location!

Usually, Ian would allow a piece to remain in its first location until he inadvertently picked it up as he walked by and deposited it elsewhere. There it would remain until the item "magically" found some place better suited for itself. After a time, Ian would realize that a particular possession had been in the same location for an extended period. A feeling of relief would come over him: knowing the item's proper place had been found, and he was free from further obligation to it.

Once back in his driveway after his visit with Djalma, Ian sat in the car in his driveway and stared at his saltbox home, which he had once believed unexplainably atypical of his tastes.

"Thank you," he said aloud, releasing a charge of gratitude for all those unexplainable intuitions that had attracted so much playful-and sometimes harsher-ridicule over the years.

Ian was sure that Djalma was right about what had caused the unpleasantness in the recent visits. The first tea after receiving the token was glorious-the completely flawless experience of joy that is the delirium of new love. When their visit began, Ian watched Katerina as she read a large book in her home. This was like being given back his early experience, except now he knew more of who she was and what he felt about their time together. Ian did not have the uneasy feelings that he had experienced with the first few trips. Djalma had given him back the beginning, but this time the journeys had-Katerina and he had-a history.

Katerina's face had the same radiant beauty of months ago. Her smile was back, and her eyes were bright and clear.

Ian remembered what Djalma had asked him to do. But what had he meant when he said, "Find out why you and she are in contact"? This may not speak well of my mental health, Ian thought, but Djalma's question makes as much sense as it would to tell young lovers to figure out why they are enamored.

Ian was thoroughly enjoying his life again, and especially time in his study. His friends made a point of expressing their relief that he was regaining a healthful appearance. To them, Ian credited the change to an herbal concoction, cooked up for him by a curious new friend in the mountains.

No longer was Ian drawn into another reality when outside his study. He regained the clarity of mind that he had been used to before the visits had become dark. He went back to enjoying his previous routines, going out with friends, and even enjoying his programming work. Now that he had Katerina back, Ian no longer felt a need to know how or why the visits were happening. Though it may have seemed insane to some to say so, he liked his life, as unorthodox as it was.

Ian's only concern was he hadn't been able to put to rest Djalma's parting words. Ian wanted to forget them-he tried to forget them-but they persisted in his thoughts. Despite that, Ian gave most of his attention to the additional time he had been given with Katerina.

They were again seeing each other regularly. Their visits were as varied, yet as routine, as they had been early on. All their exchanges remained extrasensory and pantomimed. Ian continued to feel closer to Katerina after each visit. With each interaction, he felt even more satisfied within his own spirit. Then one day something a little strange happened.

Ian had always experience a momentary loss of awareness of the present when he visited Katerina. He would be looking at something, and then he would be seeing her. When the reality shift finished, he would find himself staring at an item within his room again, quite often the same thing as before the visit began. The shifts had always been instantaneous, except when things had gone dark, before the use of Djalma's token. At that time, the returns to consciousness had been less distinct, leaving his mind cloudy and his emotions distressed.

Usually, Ian would start a pot of water. He would not wait for the kettle to whistle, but instead keep an eye on the heating water, while he put leaves in the strainer and generally tinkered around the kitchen. Once the hot water was in the teapot, he would set the timer for brewing time.

For some unknown reason, one night Ian took the teapot into the kitchen and before putting any water on the stove, he returned to the study, looking for something, but he could not remember what. Perhaps losing his sense of purpose, he sat down in his old recliner, per his normal ritual, but without that all-important teapot.

The next thing he knew, Ian was slowly returning to awareness from something he had to describe as a meditation. It was not abrupt like the returns from his usual tea visits, and yet he was much too conscious to have been asleep. He had a feeling of glorious warmth rising from his inner depths. As he became more alert, Ian realized he had been with Katerina. In all the months past, he had never been graced with a visit while the teapot was not in the room.

A feeling of joy flooded his spirit, as if he had just had the grandest good fortune. He was used to the good visits mostly passing in seconds. Tonight his watch said he had been elsewhere for almost two hours.

Sitting there, both confused and delighted, the memory of what had happened during the meditation pleasantly broke into Ian's conscious mind. Once he saw the first pictures of recollection, the rest of the memory began to flow freely. The experience felt like a lived memory, something recalled from his own life, not a dream, a vision, or other indirect experience.

His elation became mixed with fear. Everything about this visit was very different from any other journey he had experienced. Katerina was different. She looked years younger. Her surroundings were not the house that he'd become used to seeing her in. Despite the changes, Ian had no doubt it was Katerina. It did not matter how her appearance might have changed. A visceral part of him recognized her spirit.

Katerina moved about, attending to her interests and concerns, in a parallel life, previously unknown to him. She cooked a meal, read a book for a while, and played a stringed instrument Ian was unfamiliar with. This all seemed to go on and on. And he heard her speak! He could hear everything going on in that world.

Ian thought the memory of her voice would make him pass out as he recalled it. He fought to stay conscious, because consciousness was his means for savoring this experience and he was not willing to lose one instant of that memory. From an objective perspective, Ian could not say that her voice was anything special. Except to him, who had so longed to hear that voice, her voice was like an angel's song. He now sat with eyes closed, watching those images passing and listening to her voice. His entire body resonated to her vocal tones.

Ian did not move from his chair for the better part of the night. Never having been much on remembering more than morsels of the occasional dream, Ian was stunned at how much he remembered of this meditative reverie. He would have been glad to go over and over the same small sequence of memory that evening, but there was no need to. This one journey seemed to cover days of time spent in this Katerina's life.

Another very definite difference was that this Katerina, without question, was speaking to someone other than himself, who stood exactly where Ian perceived himself to be. She called the person of her attention by another name. Though the name did not give Ian any indication of gender, it was obvious she was interacting with a male partner.

It was as if he was looking through the eyes of the male in her presence, as a spectator only. Ian remained a distinctly separate consciousness from this individual, but he was anchored to this world within the body of Katerina's partner. Ian could not experience this man's sense of touch, but could smell the aromas of this world. He was not privy to this man's thoughts, but he felt a mysterious sense of unity with this individual, even more than that of merely sharing a body.

One benefit of being hosted in this unfamiliar place seemed to explain why he understood the words spoken by the couple-though he knew it was not a language he should understand. Unfortunately, he could not always comprehend the intention of the conversation. The couple referred to events and situations in their life and relationship that Ian did not have knowledge of.

Ian's awareness seemed to expand long enough to allow him to watch several days of that life: those several days took place in only two hours that passed in his world, despite the implied temporal conflicts. This made it clearly apparent to Ian that he was experiencing a parallel life with Katerina, an alternate reality-one always before him, but not usually available to his primary world's perception.

Katerina's home was now situated in a lovely, open countryside. The surrounding flora and fauna were unfamiliar. Only the attire and the odd customs separated the occasional neighbor whom Katerina and her partner met from the people Ian had met in the countryside near Liz's B&B. In both cases, they were all courteous and giving of themselves.

Ian did not know if it was because he was exhausted of because he had simply came to the end of his trance, but finally, there seemed nothing more to see. Whether he had eyes closed or eyes open, the scenes no longer flowed into his consciousness. The most Ian could do was to bring up repeat portions of his experience to savor as memories.

That meditative trance had had the intensity of the earlier visits. This experience was as real as the best of Ian's experience in his everyday, waking world. He could have sworn he had experienced these few days firsthand.

Continued next week, One Who Knows

copyright 2006 CG Walters

For those who cannot wait to read Sacred Vow over installments, I have a gift for you--the first 15 chapters online to be read at your leisure! This link http://authonomy.com/ViewBook.aspx?bookid=1557 is a listing the 1st 15 chapters on HarperCollins.London.

If you enjoy what you read, I'd ask a favor in return; help me pursue a foreign rights publishing contract for Sacred Vow. Please register on the site (create a profile on http://www.authonomy.com/ ), and search for Sacred Vow.

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Blessings all,

CG

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