STEALING ETERNITY

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Saidi’s Part:

I began to occupy the breeze and the peace that surrounds me. I felt like the sea, and it’s endless depths and temperature changes with the ability to move with the current into those depths and experience through others. The edge of my body turned in on itself and out like a jellyfish as it canopied over individual ones. My invisible organism distinguished the multiple thoughts, sniffing out the differences comprehending one-on-one personalities.

Kirlian Photograph of Human, bing.com

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“You have a sense for elegant gatherings,” one of the technicians said to Gage as he grabbed another drink like a former musician hydrating as he performed.

“Thank you,” Gage said. He had lost himself in the countless, subtle ways of the corrupt world — like a ritual with artistry. But he liked hanging out with this group, his team members and other people on the crew at the palace. This party gave the opportunity to bond with a little comradely as they began functioning as a unit.

In the past, he surrounded himself with people as he worked. In the seven years following his first book, he had written three other books and journals while he collaborated with research groups involved in the parapsychological phenomena, PSI.

As he wrote his essential articles, he thrived on the feedback and friendships and found it difficult to walk away from such deep relationships. He set up his house as a sanctuary for his sanity and for others and their sanity and happiness as well—a place to let walls down.

From the time he entered into psychic research and started writing his journals to coach colleagues and academics, he acted as a model for man. He enjoyed teaching and influencing his team. His lasting friendships always aspired people, devotees and such.

As the phenomena gained in popularity, it became something other than a misunderstood word. Others expanded their trust in psychics and the type of remote visitations that Gage could do and could teach others likewise to do with their senses, all of which became part of that model.

The previous years of heady experimentations encouraged many to assume Gage’s open, carefree attitude as truth. Many individuals read the journals and became exhilarated, intoxicated. He always made the impossible possible. Gage wanted just as anyone wants someone to share his work, his mindsets and slimmest considerations.

He wanted unrestrained freedom but had autonomy. The press encouraged and convinced him of an improved scenario in the world of remote viewing. Though that facade stood far from the truth. It might have reached a certain level of success, but shortly after all hell broke loose. Ahh, success? What even defines success? Avoiding any such schisms again — that’s success, Gage thought.

His old parent company had a stupid outlook, and they could never say anything to win him back. Nothing. Ever. Now, the opportunity in the private sector of the government would never return.

He liked to give people freedom. He’d tell them, “Stop by my house whenever you can.” Or he’d throw a party for no reason, and he’d tell his coworkers who he thought of as friends to come on over because he liked the buzz of people constantly around him.

Blue Convertible, bing.com

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They drove together in Shenser’s convertible, one of his favorite cars. Shenser raised the windows with two clicks then twisted to turn the music down to reduce the turbulence and wind noise so they could easily talk on the way to Gage’s open house. Later They parked, and the well-lit streets, full of people helped to set the party mood for the night.

Noise came from the party already underway when they arrived.

“I’m having such a good time,” Cat said as they walked to Gage’s house.”

“And yet the evening has just begun,” Shenser said. “Remember, it’s a party. Let’s forget we work together at all. Just pretend you’re around friend.”

“I accept them as friends, I don’t need to pretend,” she said. “Even though I don’t like people, in general. I prefer mammals.” She laughed, “except my old friends, like you.”

“Ha, ha,” Shenser said. “Well, your old friend says we can leave at any time if you’re not having fun.” He said.

“Oh, I know, let’s make up a secret code with each other in case I want to leave.” she suggested.

“That’s too complicated,” he said, “why don’t you just whisper in my ear if you’re bored,” he laughed.

She nudged him, “You’re no fun at all.”

“No, just practical,” he admitted.

As they walked into the house, they saw Gage rummaging through his cabinets trying to find something, but waves and shouts from Gage and others greeted them in spite.

“Welcome, and make yourself at home,” Gage yelled from across the room.

“What’s he looking for?” Shenser asked Drex because Drex always knew such things.

“He’s looking for a unique camera, for some reason,” Drex said.

With that, Cat watched him with interest, like a seal on the surface of the water. Everyone else at the party stood vigilant as well.

“One,” Gage finally says, pulling out a large and oddly shaped camera. He searched in another cabinet. “Two,” he finally said, excited that he exposed the next item.

He held out some graceful transparent plastic cubes. “I use these special light bulbs for this Kirlian Camera, which shows the energy coming from your body,” Gage told everyone.

The light bulbs looked like ice cubes with a bluish tint. Cat watched as he snapped the bulbs with the funny-looking camera.

“There we go,” he said. He handed the camera to Cat to hold while he shut the curtains, and the room fell darker — then darker still when he turned the light out in the room.

Everyone anticipated that something unusual would happen. Cat inhaled readily for the adventure. “Hmm, group picture? Or What?” she asked Shenser, who stood directly behind her.

Shenser directed her head toward his ear and said, “Bored yet? Just let me know.”

She shivered.

“Hold tight,” Gage told the group. Cat squeezed the camera like an unripe papaya, as instructed. She realized she compressed the daylights out of it, maybe due to Shenser’s proximity or for the task at hand. Jeez, I hope I didn’t break anything.

“Okay, who wants to have their picture taken,” Gage asked. I want my picture taken,” Ajel said. Everyone who wanted their individual pictures went to the darkest room, seven people in all, including Shenser and Cat. The King and Jem didn’t show up though invited, but Ajel brought along his girlfriend who liked the exciting life Ajel led, so she went too.

Gage had everyone stand on a book that marked the spot, while thinking of something they wanted to appear in the picture. Then Gage manipulated the camera, a challenge of its own in the darkness. One by one he took the pictures, encouraging the next person in line. Then they left the room.

At Cat’s turn, she decided to manifest love for the image. At that moment, she felt a certain fondness for everyone in the dark room, indeed for Shenser, but everybody in her new team.

“So, tell me what you want to manifest?” Gage asked.

“A glittering heart,” she said. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Stand right on the book,” Gage said. “You’re about the same height as Ajel. Stand there and don’t move.”

Cat didn’t like the standing still requirements. To ease her impatience, Gage talked her through the process. He said, “As a boy, I couldn’t hold still for anything so I’d just imagine creating beautiful worlds.”

He had a way of capturing her attention, “What a technique,” she said.

“Have you ever developed other teams like us?” Cat asked. “I’ve heard of your successes and how you’ve helped so many others.”

Shenser knew Gage’s full history but remained quiet in the darkness, letting the two talk as he invisibly listened.

Gage fell silent. She could imagine his hesitation. He’s reluctant to talk about his earlier life — the painful denial still unruly. A long silence remained in the darkness. She knew he heard her.

Finally, he said, “Back in the day when in the zone, I’d feel an intense aching. And at the same time an innocence and fearlessness of putting my heart in a vice. Then I learned later all about what such a clamp feels like…his words trailed off into the distance.

Cat admired him as a leader and knew he didn’t mean to tax his team with what he had or hadn’t accomplished in his previous job. He worked hard on creating this group just right.

“You know,” she said, “In the past, nobody appreciated your constant availability and endless accommodations. You trained them wrong by doing everything for them, and that caused you a lot of anguish. Gosh, you should have put on the brakes a long time ago. They didn’t know what they had at their disposal. But luckily, you’re fully appreciated here and now.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” Gage said. “Okay, you need to hold still and quit talking or we’ll never see your results.”

She did as told this time.

“Ready, set, smile,” he said and took the picture. “Someone hit that light switch,” he said, “Let’s take a look at the results.”

“Wait, Shenser hasn’t had his turn,” she said.

“That’s okay,” Shenser said grimly, “I’ll get it done another time. I want to see your results.”

“Mr. optimist,” but Cat gave a little growl. “What’s wrong, you sound upset.”

Shenser said, “Quite the conversation.” He nudged his head toward Gage who went in another direction.”

“Do I detect jealousy?” She asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and looked guilty.

“I don’t think it will show anything,” Cat said, avoiding his earlier comment, “I mean, really? What could a picture show? Besides, you’re the one that involved me in all this hubba jubba.”

“I think you just made up a new word, so I can’t wait to see what you made up in your photograph.” Shenser said.

As people shuffled out of the back room, everyone gathered around the dining room table for more food. “Who wants to check out their pictures?” Gage asked.

Gage laid the photos out on a bare spot on the table. Some of the images didn’t develop well. Some pictures of the taller subjects had heads chopped off entirely.” But Cat’s picture turned out with an enormous yellow heart nicely shaping her head.

Gage gave out a huge, “Oh yeah. Now this does not cause me any anguish.” He said and looked at Cat in astonishment. “I’m glad I didn’t put the brakes on sooner.”

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Kirlian Red Bud, Bing.com

All the while Cat grew up her perception grew as well, but she had a hidden wish to expand it more. She wanted to have an edge over others and even know secret things. Perception will help since I’m such a loner and don’t get out much, she decided. As a survivor, she envied those that automatically had a clear understanding of life. Yep, as an intuitive I’ll have a fighting chance.

Though as a young girl if she had a hunch and voiced such an idea to her father he’d always squelch that feeling. As a child, she asked a lot of questions and shared her revelations of things she saw and heard. But her dad always told her, “You have quite the imagination, Cat.”

“I didn’t imagine that daddy,” she would say.

“Will you stop with the stories,” he’d spat, “The science field will spit you out if you’re not objective.” Or he would go into the back yard and take a branch off a tree if he felt her story edged on lying. Though, she didn’t lie about the stories, just things, unusual things always happened to her. He didn’t understand.

By age six, the force of discouragement arrived. She stole some money at school, and the teacher caught her. Nuh-uh, if I had a healthy perception, I would have seen the trap that the teacher laid out for me, but I didn’t. So she gave up on such childish dreams.

Still over time, other dreams emerged, but she learned not to share her stories or thoughts with her father. And it seemed when that happened many of the great and awesome experiences stopped cold. They dried up, and eventually like so many other beautiful things in her life; they disappeared.

Later as a teenager she tried to sharpen her perception at various times. She’d see glimpses, but not ever enough to see the proven evidence. Always Remembering the words of her dad — advice for the future scientist she’d become. Cat went the path of a biologist and never deviated from that passion though she often longed for those childhood freedoms.

At age 17, strange things started happening again. She dreamt a lot and even saw some apparitions. She read a little on metaphysics but with her schoolwork that didn’t allow much time for research.

So after seeing her heart-shaped aura that she manifested she realized she had experienced something her entire life. A satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Sheesh, what would dad think about me now? He never complimented much because he wanted her to remain nonpartisan, and not swayed by others conclusions except his. I love you dad, but jeez, you’re opinions still come through so strong.

Her mom rescued her many times, “Cat will make an excellent biologist.” She’d tell her father. “Especially by using some of her natural instincts too.”

Cat searched for her mother’s observations, like looking for dragonflies hovering over the water. And she stalled until she scooped one up in her hands, and it dawned on her she always had her instincts. Her mom probably had them too. Hmm, I’ll bet I inherited them from her if you can inherit such a thing?

She felt warmth throughout her body. That feeling made all the difference. She could use her intuition from this point forward, contrary to her scientific background. In fact, she surrounded herself with other scientists, doctors, researchers, and even a cute lawyer, all of whom needed to remain objective in their fields. What more conviction do I need? I’m not making this up in my head, she concluded.

She drifted on a cloud of understanding for the longest time. Then she tucked away her mom’s comment right next to the locket that she always carried with her. Even if she couldn’t contribute any results in finding Saidi, she’d still recall her mother sticking up for her intuition. Maybe now, I can reclaim myself.

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Stealing Eternity is the (first draft of the) second book in the Infinite Series.

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Stealing Eternity

Written by Pam Kesterson

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