tag:gaia.com,2008,:Gaia http://groups.gaia.com/authors/discussions/feeds/thread/366922 en-us 1 Fri, 21 Nov 2008 06:39:56 GMT Gaia: Wrops for Writer Operations - Writings & Poetry - Joyful fiction story about physical immortality http://vivaever.gaia.com janni tag:gaia.com,2008:Gaia-366922 Fri, 21 Nov 2008 06:39:56 GMT http://groups.gaia.com/authors/conversations/view/366922 <p> &quot;&nbsp; THE&nbsp; SONG&nbsp; OF&nbsp; LIFE &quot; <p>&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>INSTANTLY&nbsp; he woke&nbsp; The&nbsp; crash&nbsp; had&nbsp; sounded&nbsp; as&nbsp; though&nbsp; it&nbsp; </p><p>came&nbsp; from&nbsp; just&nbsp; beneath&nbsp; the&nbsp; bedroom&nbsp; window.&nbsp; Who&nbsp; could&nbsp; be&nbsp; </p><p>out&nbsp; there&nbsp; at&nbsp; this&nbsp; time&nbsp; of&nbsp; night.&nbsp; He&nbsp; cautiously&nbsp; peeked&nbsp; </p><p>through&nbsp; the&nbsp; curtains.&nbsp; There&nbsp; she&nbsp; was&nbsp; -&nbsp; the&nbsp; most&nbsp; beautiful&nbsp; </p><p>women&nbsp; he&nbsp; had&nbsp; ever&nbsp; seen.&nbsp; Her&nbsp; long&nbsp; chesnut&nbsp; hair&nbsp; cascading&nbsp; </p><p>over&nbsp; her&nbsp; bare&nbsp; shoulders,&nbsp; the&nbsp; pale&nbsp; blue&nbsp; chiffon&nbsp; nightgown&nbsp; </p><p>flowing&nbsp; opalescent&nbsp; over&nbsp; her&nbsp; lithe&nbsp; body. She&nbsp; looked&nbsp; up&nbsp; at&nbsp; </p><p>him&nbsp; giggling&nbsp; and apologising&nbsp; for&nbsp; making&nbsp; such&nbsp; a&nbsp; clatter,&nbsp; </p><p>asking&nbsp; to&nbsp; come&nbsp; in.&nbsp; Was&nbsp; he&nbsp; dreaming.&nbsp; He&nbsp; pinched&nbsp; himself.&nbsp; </p><p>Ouch.&nbsp; he&nbsp; was&nbsp; definitely&nbsp; awake.&nbsp; Who&nbsp; was&nbsp; she.&nbsp; As&nbsp; he&nbsp; studied&nbsp; </p><p>her&nbsp; face&nbsp; more&nbsp; closely&nbsp; a&nbsp; memory&nbsp; started&nbsp; to&nbsp; surface. She&nbsp; was&nbsp; </p><p>the&nbsp; women&nbsp; he&nbsp; had&nbsp; seen&nbsp;&nbsp; walking&nbsp; past&nbsp; the&nbsp; cab as&nbsp; it&nbsp; pulled </p><p>up&nbsp; at&nbsp; his&nbsp; house that&nbsp; afternoon.&nbsp; He&nbsp; had&nbsp; felt&nbsp; tingles&nbsp; go&nbsp; up&nbsp; </p><p>and&nbsp; down&nbsp; his&nbsp; spine&nbsp; when&nbsp; he&nbsp; saw&nbsp; her&nbsp; then.&nbsp; Time&nbsp; had&nbsp; been&nbsp; </p><p>suspended, or&nbsp; so&nbsp; it&nbsp; seemed,&nbsp; for&nbsp; when&nbsp; his&nbsp; attention&nbsp; came&nbsp; </p><p>back&nbsp; to&nbsp; the&nbsp; present&nbsp; she&nbsp; was&nbsp; still&nbsp; giggling&nbsp; and&nbsp; beckoning&nbsp; </p><p>him&nbsp; to&nbsp; open&nbsp; the&nbsp; window.&nbsp; Without&nbsp; further&nbsp; delay&nbsp; he&nbsp; flung the&nbsp; </p><p>window&nbsp; open&nbsp; and&nbsp; held&nbsp; out&nbsp; his&nbsp; hand&nbsp; to&nbsp; assist&nbsp; her.&nbsp; She&nbsp; was&nbsp; </p><p>real -&nbsp; my&nbsp; god !&nbsp; or&nbsp; was&nbsp; it&nbsp; goddess.</p><br /><p>&nbsp; Standing&nbsp; only&nbsp; centimetres&nbsp; away,&nbsp; her&nbsp; gaze&nbsp; reached&nbsp; deep&nbsp; into&nbsp; </p><p>his&nbsp; soul.&nbsp; His&nbsp; body&nbsp; vibrated. Timelessness&nbsp; enveloped&nbsp; him.&nbsp; Her&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>words,&nbsp; that&nbsp; were&nbsp; beyond&nbsp; words,&nbsp; filled&nbsp; his&nbsp; entire&nbsp; being.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot; The&nbsp; secret&nbsp; of&nbsp; life&nbsp; is in&nbsp; your heart&quot;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She&nbsp; was&nbsp; gone.&nbsp; INSTANTLY.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His&nbsp; body&nbsp; felt&nbsp; weird.&nbsp; It&nbsp; seemed&nbsp; to&nbsp; be&nbsp; singing&nbsp; a&nbsp; new&nbsp; </p><p>song,&nbsp; one&nbsp; that&nbsp; was&nbsp;&nbsp; harmonius&nbsp;&nbsp; and&nbsp; joyful.&nbsp; It&nbsp; felt&nbsp; like&nbsp; </p><p>dolphins&nbsp; chirping&nbsp;&nbsp; happily together.&nbsp; Yeah&nbsp; he&#39;d&nbsp; swum&nbsp; with&nbsp; </p><p>dolphins&nbsp;&nbsp; a&nbsp; few&nbsp; times,&nbsp; it&nbsp;&nbsp; felt&nbsp; like&nbsp; that&nbsp;&nbsp; only&nbsp; more&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>powerful.&nbsp; And&nbsp;&nbsp; energy&nbsp; -&nbsp; he&nbsp; was&nbsp;&nbsp; full&nbsp; of&nbsp; it.&nbsp; He&nbsp; glanced&nbsp; in&nbsp; </p><p>the&nbsp;&nbsp; mirror.&nbsp;&nbsp; He&nbsp; definitely&nbsp;&nbsp; looked&nbsp;&nbsp; different.&nbsp; Younger.&nbsp; Who&nbsp; </p><p>was&nbsp; this&nbsp; women.&nbsp; Had&nbsp; he&nbsp; dreamed&nbsp;&nbsp; her.&nbsp; No&nbsp; way.&nbsp; He&#39;d&nbsp; held&nbsp; </p><p>her&nbsp;&nbsp; hand&nbsp; when&nbsp; he&nbsp; helped&nbsp; her&nbsp; through&nbsp; the&nbsp; window.&nbsp; She&nbsp; was&nbsp; </p><p>solid&nbsp; flesh.&nbsp; How&nbsp; had&nbsp; she&nbsp; disappeared.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So&nbsp;&nbsp; many&nbsp; questions.&nbsp; Maybe&nbsp; some&nbsp; sleep&nbsp; would&nbsp; help&nbsp; him&nbsp; </p><p>assimilate&nbsp;&nbsp; this&nbsp; strange&nbsp; event.&nbsp; The&nbsp; bed&nbsp;&nbsp; felt&nbsp; cosy&nbsp; and&nbsp; </p><p>normal,&nbsp; he&nbsp; fell&nbsp; asleep&nbsp;&nbsp; feeling&nbsp;&nbsp; his&nbsp; definition&nbsp; of&nbsp; normal&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>was&nbsp; in&nbsp; the&nbsp; process&nbsp; of&nbsp; evolution.</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The&nbsp;&nbsp; memory&nbsp;&nbsp; of&nbsp; his&nbsp; mysterious&nbsp; visitor&nbsp;&nbsp; was&nbsp; still&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>vivid&nbsp; the&nbsp; next&nbsp;&nbsp; morning.&nbsp;&nbsp; He&#39;d&nbsp; had&nbsp;&nbsp; some&nbsp; unusual&nbsp; dreams&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>about&nbsp; a&nbsp; place&nbsp; he&#39;d&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; only&nbsp; heard&nbsp; of&nbsp; yesterday&nbsp; -&nbsp; Glastonbury&nbsp; </p><p>in&nbsp; southern&nbsp; England.&nbsp; He&#39;d&nbsp; been&nbsp; visiting&nbsp; a&nbsp; friend&nbsp;&nbsp; and&nbsp; the&nbsp; </p><p>conversation&nbsp; had&nbsp; turned&nbsp; to&nbsp; the&nbsp; legends&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; holy&nbsp; grail&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>and&nbsp; that&nbsp; Joseph&nbsp; of&nbsp; Aramathea&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; was&nbsp; reputed&nbsp; to&nbsp; have&nbsp; buried&nbsp; </p><p>the&nbsp; cup&nbsp;&nbsp; from&nbsp; the&nbsp; last&nbsp; supper in&nbsp; Chalice&nbsp; Hill,&nbsp; Glastonbury. </p><p>What&nbsp; was&nbsp; the&nbsp; holy&nbsp; grail&nbsp; really.&nbsp;&nbsp; His&nbsp; friend&nbsp; had&nbsp; mused&nbsp; that&nbsp; </p><p>it&nbsp; might&nbsp; have&nbsp; something&nbsp; to&nbsp; do&nbsp; with&nbsp; having&nbsp; an&nbsp; open,&nbsp; loving&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>heart.&nbsp; And&nbsp; then&nbsp; the&nbsp; women&nbsp; last&nbsp;&nbsp; night&nbsp;&nbsp; had&nbsp;&nbsp; talked&nbsp;&nbsp; of&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>the&nbsp; heart.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His&nbsp;&nbsp; friend&nbsp; was&nbsp; going&nbsp; to&nbsp; do&nbsp; some&nbsp; work&nbsp; on&nbsp; his&nbsp; car&nbsp; </p><p>while&nbsp; he&nbsp; was&nbsp;&nbsp; away&nbsp;&nbsp; so&nbsp; he&#39;d&nbsp;&nbsp; caught&nbsp; a&nbsp; cab&nbsp;&nbsp; home.&nbsp; The&nbsp; cab&nbsp; </p><p>driver&nbsp;&nbsp; was&nbsp;&nbsp; unusually&nbsp;&nbsp; talkative&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and&nbsp; had&nbsp; enquired&nbsp;&nbsp; about&nbsp; </p><p>his&nbsp;&nbsp; holiday&nbsp;&nbsp; plans.&nbsp; He&#39;d&nbsp; remarked&nbsp; that&nbsp; England&nbsp; was&nbsp;&nbsp; nice&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>at&nbsp;&nbsp; this&nbsp; time&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; year&nbsp;&nbsp; with&nbsp;&nbsp; all&nbsp; the&nbsp; autumn&nbsp;&nbsp; leaves&nbsp; </p><p>especially&nbsp; in&nbsp;&nbsp; counties&nbsp;&nbsp; like&nbsp; Surrey.&nbsp; How&nbsp; strange&nbsp; that&nbsp; the&nbsp; </p><p>driver&nbsp; had&nbsp;&nbsp; mentioned&nbsp;&nbsp; that&nbsp; at&nbsp; almost&nbsp; the&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; same&nbsp; moment&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>he&#39;d&nbsp; first&nbsp; seen&nbsp; his&nbsp; beautiful&nbsp; visitor.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He&nbsp;&nbsp; started&nbsp;&nbsp; to&nbsp;&nbsp; feel&nbsp;&nbsp; that&nbsp; the&nbsp; universe&nbsp;&nbsp; was&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>suggesting&nbsp;&nbsp; he&nbsp; go&nbsp; to&nbsp; this&nbsp; town&nbsp;&nbsp; of&nbsp; Gl;astonbury&nbsp; during&nbsp; his&nbsp; </p><p>holiday&nbsp;&nbsp; break.&nbsp;&nbsp; If&nbsp;&nbsp; it&nbsp;&nbsp; mean&#39;t&nbsp; he&#39;d&nbsp; see&nbsp;&nbsp; that&nbsp;&nbsp; women&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p>again&nbsp;&nbsp; he&#39;d&nbsp; go&nbsp; to&nbsp;&nbsp; the&nbsp; restaurant&nbsp; at&nbsp; the&nbsp; end&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; Multi-</p><p>verses!</p><br /><br /><p>Alhough&nbsp; intent&nbsp; on&nbsp; packing&nbsp; his&nbsp; suitcase,&nbsp; he immediately&nbsp; </p><p>heard&nbsp; the&nbsp;&nbsp; muffled&nbsp; sound&nbsp; of&nbsp; </p><p>her&nbsp; laughter&nbsp; accompanied&nbsp;&nbsp; by&nbsp; a&nbsp; gentle&nbsp; knocking.</p><p>&nbsp; Opening&nbsp; the&nbsp; door&nbsp; he&nbsp; was&nbsp; startled&nbsp; to&nbsp; see&nbsp; that&nbsp; not&nbsp; only&nbsp; </p><p>was&nbsp; it&nbsp; &#39;the&nbsp; woman&#39;&nbsp; but&nbsp; she&nbsp; was&nbsp; carrying&nbsp; a&nbsp; suitcase.</p><p>&nbsp; &#39;Can i&nbsp; come&nbsp; in?&nbsp; My&nbsp; name&#39;s&nbsp; Marie,&nbsp; I&nbsp; didn&#39;t&nbsp; get&nbsp; a&nbsp; chance&nbsp; </p><p>to&nbsp; tell&nbsp; you&nbsp; that&nbsp; last&nbsp; time,&nbsp; I&nbsp; was&nbsp; whisked&nbsp; away&nbsp; rather&nbsp; </p><p>quickly&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;That&#39;s&nbsp; an&nbsp; understatement.&nbsp; I&#39;ve&nbsp; seen&nbsp; a&nbsp; few&nbsp; unusual&nbsp; exits&nbsp; </p><p>before&nbsp; but&nbsp; never&nbsp; one&nbsp; like&nbsp; that.&nbsp; Was&nbsp; it&nbsp; teleporting -&nbsp; like&nbsp; </p><p>they&nbsp; do&nbsp; on&nbsp; Star&nbsp; Trek&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &#39;Yeah&nbsp; -&nbsp; I&nbsp; can&#39;t&nbsp; do&nbsp; it&nbsp; by&nbsp; myself&nbsp; yet,&nbsp; I&nbsp; was&nbsp; assisted,&nbsp; </p><p>sort&nbsp; of&nbsp; like&nbsp; a&nbsp; tandem&nbsp; sky&nbsp; dive.&nbsp; I&#39;ll&nbsp; tell&nbsp; you&nbsp; more&nbsp; about&nbsp; </p><p>that&nbsp; later,&nbsp; i&#39;ve&nbsp; got&nbsp; other&nbsp; things&nbsp; to&nbsp; tell&nbsp; you&nbsp; first ,&nbsp; if&nbsp; </p><p>you&#39;d&nbsp; like&nbsp; me&nbsp; to.&#39;</p><br /><p>Like&nbsp; her&nbsp; to&nbsp; -&nbsp; every&nbsp; cell&nbsp; in&nbsp; his&nbsp; body&nbsp; was&nbsp; yelling YES,&nbsp; </p><p>couldn&#39;t&nbsp; she&nbsp; hear&nbsp; it?</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;Of&nbsp; course.&nbsp; Sit&nbsp; down.&nbsp; Would&nbsp; you&nbsp; like&nbsp; a&nbsp; cup&nbsp; of&nbsp; tea.&nbsp; My&nbsp; </p><p>name&#39;s&nbsp; Kelvin&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;Green&nbsp; tea, thanks.&nbsp; Yes,&nbsp; I&nbsp; know,&nbsp; Kelvin&nbsp; Troup,&nbsp; journalist&nbsp; </p><p>with&nbsp; the &#39;New&nbsp; Milleniun&#39;&nbsp; magazine. You&#39;ve&nbsp; been&nbsp; doing&nbsp; some&nbsp; </p><p>wonderful&nbsp; articles&nbsp; on&nbsp; physical&nbsp; immortality,&nbsp; that&#39;s&nbsp; why&nbsp; i&#39;m&nbsp; </p><p>here&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;Are&nbsp; you&nbsp; interested&nbsp; in&nbsp; it&#39;&nbsp; he&nbsp; attempted&nbsp; to&nbsp; sound&nbsp; calm.</p><p>He&nbsp; poured&nbsp;&nbsp; the&nbsp; boiling&nbsp; water&nbsp; on&nbsp; the tea bag,&nbsp; enjoying&nbsp;&nbsp; the&nbsp; </p><p>delicate&nbsp; aroma&nbsp; of&nbsp; jasmine&nbsp; that&nbsp; wafted&nbsp; from&nbsp; it.</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &#39;Yes, I&#39;ve&nbsp; been&nbsp; studying&nbsp; and&nbsp; living&nbsp; physical&nbsp; immortality&nbsp; </p><p>for&nbsp; around&nbsp; 15&nbsp; yrs&nbsp; now.&nbsp; Death&nbsp; is&nbsp; very&nbsp; much&nbsp; a&nbsp; choice,&nbsp; many&nbsp; </p><p>people&nbsp; are&nbsp; awakening&nbsp; and&nbsp; choosing&nbsp; physical&nbsp; immortality.&nbsp; My&nbsp; </p><p>feeling&nbsp; is&nbsp; that&nbsp; over&nbsp; the&nbsp; next&nbsp; hundred&nbsp; years&nbsp; all&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; </p><p>earth&#39;s&nbsp; population&nbsp; will&nbsp; evolve&nbsp; into&nbsp; this&nbsp; knowing.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;He&nbsp; placed&nbsp; the&nbsp; tea&nbsp; on&nbsp; the&nbsp; table&nbsp; in&nbsp; front&nbsp; of&nbsp; her&nbsp; and&nbsp; sat&nbsp; </p><p>opposite.&nbsp; She&nbsp; certainly&nbsp; exuded&nbsp; a&nbsp; vibrant&nbsp; zest&nbsp; for&nbsp; life.&nbsp; </p><p>Her&nbsp; body&nbsp; seemed&nbsp; to&nbsp; pulse&nbsp; aliveness&nbsp; and&nbsp; her&nbsp; eyes&nbsp; danced, </p><p>sometimes&nbsp; with&nbsp; a&nbsp; hint&nbsp; of&nbsp; mischief.</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;You&nbsp; said&nbsp; the&nbsp; other&nbsp; night&nbsp; the&nbsp; the&nbsp; secret&nbsp; of&nbsp; life&nbsp; is&nbsp; in&nbsp; </p><p>your&nbsp; heart.&nbsp; Is&nbsp; that&nbsp; like&nbsp; the&nbsp; open,&nbsp; loving&nbsp; heart&nbsp; being&nbsp; the&nbsp; </p><p>holy&nbsp; grail&nbsp; that&nbsp; grants&nbsp; physical&nbsp; immortality?&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;Sounds&nbsp; very&nbsp; mystical&nbsp; when&nbsp; you&nbsp; say&nbsp; it&nbsp; like&nbsp; that,&nbsp; doesn&#39;t&nbsp; </p><p>it?&nbsp; It&nbsp; has&nbsp; been&nbsp; shrouded&nbsp; in&nbsp; mystery&nbsp; for&nbsp; centuries.&nbsp; It&#39;s&nbsp; </p><p>really&nbsp; quite&nbsp; simple&nbsp; though&nbsp; -&nbsp; the&nbsp; more&nbsp; we&nbsp; open&nbsp; our&nbsp; hearts&nbsp; </p><p>to&nbsp; each&nbsp; other,&nbsp; embrace&nbsp; our&nbsp; differences&nbsp; and,&nbsp; in&nbsp; so&nbsp; doing,&nbsp; </p><p>love&nbsp; all&nbsp; aspects&nbsp; of&nbsp; ourself,&nbsp; the&nbsp; more&nbsp; aliveness&nbsp; our&nbsp; </p><p>physical&nbsp; body&nbsp; has.&#39;&nbsp;<br />&#39;We&nbsp; &nbsp;fully&nbsp; connect &nbsp;to &nbsp;the &nbsp;divine&nbsp; matrix&nbsp; of &nbsp;&#39;All &nbsp;that &nbsp;is&#39;.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;<br />Physical&nbsp; death&nbsp; is&nbsp; replaced&nbsp; by&nbsp; embracing<br />the&nbsp; &#39;litle&nbsp; deaths&#39;&nbsp; of&nbsp; change&nbsp; and&nbsp; flow.&nbsp; We&nbsp; continually&nbsp; re -&nbsp; </p><p>invent&nbsp; ourselves, without&nbsp; needing&nbsp; to&nbsp; re-incarnate.&#39;<br />&nbsp; <br />&#39;We&nbsp; also&nbsp; learn&nbsp; to&nbsp; be&nbsp; more present&nbsp; emotionally&nbsp; in&nbsp; the&nbsp; now&nbsp; moment.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;Hmmm&nbsp; that&nbsp; all&nbsp;&nbsp; makes&nbsp; a&nbsp; lot&nbsp; of&nbsp; sense&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&#39;We&nbsp; thought&nbsp; you&#39;d&nbsp; think&nbsp; that&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &#39;Who&#39;s&nbsp; we&#39;&nbsp; he&nbsp; looked&nbsp; around&nbsp; nervously,&nbsp; wondering&nbsp; if&nbsp; </p><p>someone&nbsp; was&nbsp; about&nbsp; to&nbsp; pop&nbsp; in&nbsp; for&nbsp; a&nbsp; cup&nbsp; of&nbsp; tea,&nbsp; without&nbsp; </p><p>coming&nbsp; through the open door&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;Relax&#39;&nbsp; she&nbsp; laughed &#39;she&#39;s&nbsp; not here&nbsp; this&nbsp; time&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;You&nbsp; mean&nbsp; she&nbsp; was&nbsp; the&nbsp; other&nbsp; time?&#39;</p><br /><p>&#39; Yep,&nbsp; standing&nbsp; right&nbsp; next&nbsp; to&nbsp; me,&nbsp; that&#39;s&nbsp; how&nbsp; i&nbsp; was&nbsp; able&nbsp; </p><p>to&nbsp; teleport&#39;</p><br /><p>&#39;Who was she? I guess I couldn&#39;t see her because she was at an energetic frequency beyond my visual range.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&#39;That&#39;s&nbsp; right.&nbsp; Windera&nbsp; has&nbsp; been&nbsp; physically&nbsp; immortal&nbsp; for&nbsp; </p><p>many&nbsp; centuries&nbsp; so&nbsp; she&#39;s&nbsp; learn&#39;t&nbsp; lots&nbsp; of&nbsp; tricks.&nbsp; She&nbsp; can&nbsp; </p><p>dematerialise&nbsp; her&nbsp; physical&nbsp; body&nbsp; and&nbsp; rematerialise&nbsp; it&nbsp; </p><p>wherever&nbsp; she&nbsp; wants. She&nbsp; gave&nbsp; me&nbsp; the&nbsp; experience.&nbsp; We&nbsp; both&nbsp; </p><p>thought&nbsp; you&#39;d&nbsp; get&nbsp; a&nbsp; kick&nbsp; out&nbsp; of&nbsp; it&nbsp; and&nbsp; that&nbsp; it&nbsp; would&nbsp; </p><p>heighten&nbsp; your interest.&nbsp; It&nbsp; was&nbsp; also&nbsp; a&nbsp; really&nbsp; cool&nbsp; </p><p>experience&nbsp; for&nbsp; me.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;I&#39;m&nbsp; sure&nbsp; it&nbsp; was. Do&nbsp; you&nbsp; run&nbsp; into&nbsp; these&nbsp; advanced&nbsp; </p><p>immortals often?&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;She&#39;s&nbsp; only&nbsp; the&nbsp; second&nbsp; &#39;advanced&#39;&nbsp; immortal&nbsp; i&#39;ve&nbsp; come&nbsp; into&nbsp; </p><p>contact&nbsp; with.&nbsp; &#39;Advanced&#39;&nbsp; immortals&nbsp; like&nbsp; to&nbsp; keep&nbsp; a&nbsp; low&nbsp; </p><p>profile.&nbsp; They&nbsp; are&nbsp; not&nbsp; into&nbsp; hierarchies&nbsp; and&nbsp; see&nbsp; all&nbsp; of&nbsp; us&nbsp; </p><p>as&nbsp; their&nbsp; equals -&nbsp; they&nbsp; just&nbsp; happen&nbsp; to&nbsp; know&nbsp; a&nbsp; few&nbsp; more&nbsp; </p><p>tricks&nbsp; than&nbsp; we&nbsp; do.&nbsp; Occasionally&nbsp; they&nbsp; will&nbsp; assist&nbsp; us&nbsp; if&nbsp; we&nbsp; </p><p>need&nbsp; it.&nbsp; They&nbsp; don&#39;t&nbsp; want&nbsp; us&nbsp; to&nbsp; give&nbsp; our&nbsp; power&nbsp; away&nbsp; to&nbsp; </p><p>them.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &#39;Yeah&nbsp; i&nbsp; totally&nbsp; get&nbsp; that! Humanity&nbsp; has&nbsp; been&nbsp; doing&nbsp; that&nbsp; </p><p>for&nbsp; way&nbsp; too&nbsp; long.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; He&nbsp; glanced&nbsp; at&nbsp; her&nbsp; suitcase.</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &quot;Oh&nbsp; Windera said&nbsp; you&nbsp; were going&nbsp; on &nbsp;holiday&nbsp; to&nbsp; Glastonbury. </p><p>I&#39;m&nbsp; writing&nbsp; a&nbsp; book&nbsp; on&nbsp; physical&nbsp; immortality&nbsp;&nbsp; and&nbsp; it&#39;s&nbsp; </p><p>awhile&nbsp; since&nbsp; i&#39;ve&nbsp; been&nbsp; there.&nbsp; I&nbsp; was&nbsp; wondering&nbsp;&nbsp; if&nbsp; i&nbsp; could&nbsp; </p><p>go&nbsp; with&nbsp; you?&nbsp; I&nbsp; know&nbsp; a&nbsp; lot&nbsp; about&nbsp; the&nbsp; grail&nbsp; legends.&nbsp; Did&nbsp; </p><p>you&nbsp; know that&nbsp; the&nbsp; Glastonbury&nbsp; area&nbsp; is&nbsp; the&nbsp; energetic&nbsp; heart&nbsp; </p><p>chakra&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; earth?&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp; &#39;No&nbsp; i&nbsp; didn&#39;t.&nbsp; Of&nbsp; course&nbsp;&nbsp; you&nbsp; can&nbsp; come&nbsp; with&nbsp; me.&nbsp; You&nbsp; can&nbsp; </p><p>show&nbsp; me&nbsp; around.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Cool.&nbsp; Do&nbsp; you&nbsp; think&nbsp; we&nbsp; can&nbsp; visit&nbsp; America&nbsp; on&nbsp; the&nbsp; way&nbsp; </p><p>back.&nbsp; I&#39;ve&nbsp; been&nbsp; wanting&nbsp; to&nbsp; visit&nbsp; there&nbsp; again&nbsp; for&nbsp; quite&nbsp; </p><p>some&nbsp; time.&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &#39;Yeah&nbsp; let&#39;s&nbsp; do&nbsp; that.&nbsp; I&nbsp; belong&nbsp; to&nbsp; an&nbsp; internet&nbsp; discussion&nbsp; </p><p>group&nbsp; called&nbsp; Reconnections,&nbsp; we&nbsp; can&nbsp; say&nbsp; hi&nbsp; to&nbsp; some&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; </p><p>members.&nbsp; They&#39;re&nbsp; an&nbsp; interesting&nbsp; lot,&nbsp; have&nbsp; you&nbsp; heard&nbsp; of&nbsp; </p><p>them?&#39;</p><br /><p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &#39;Yes&nbsp; i&nbsp; often&nbsp; tune&nbsp; in.&nbsp; I&#39;m&nbsp; sure&nbsp; they&#39;d&nbsp; be&nbsp; wanting&nbsp; to&nbsp; </p><p>hear&nbsp; my&nbsp; tales&nbsp; of&nbsp; Windera.&nbsp; And&nbsp; reconnecting&nbsp; is&nbsp; sooo&nbsp; what&nbsp; </p><p>i&#39;m&nbsp; talking&nbsp; about!&#39; </p><br /><p>&nbsp; He&nbsp; made&nbsp; her&nbsp; another&nbsp; tea&nbsp; then&nbsp; went&nbsp; to&nbsp; the&nbsp; internet&nbsp; to&nbsp; </p><p>adjust&nbsp; the&nbsp; plane&nbsp; tickets.&nbsp; He&nbsp; watched&nbsp; her&nbsp; sipping&nbsp; the&nbsp; tea.&nbsp; </p><p>She&nbsp; started&nbsp; softly&nbsp; singing -&nbsp; i&#39;d&nbsp; like&nbsp; to&nbsp; teach&nbsp; the&nbsp; world&nbsp; </p><p>to&nbsp; sing&nbsp; in&nbsp; perfect&nbsp; harmony...</p><br /><p>&nbsp; The&nbsp; melody&nbsp; touched&nbsp; the&nbsp; deepest&nbsp; region&nbsp; of&nbsp; his&nbsp; heart&nbsp; -&nbsp; </p><p>harmony&nbsp; was&nbsp; non-judgement,&nbsp; non-judgement&nbsp; was&nbsp; heart&#39;s&nbsp; home. </p><br /><p>&nbsp; Sighing&nbsp; with&nbsp; the contentment&nbsp; of&nbsp; the&nbsp; now&nbsp; moment&nbsp; he&nbsp; </p><p>wondered&nbsp; about&nbsp; the&nbsp; next&nbsp; verse&nbsp; in&nbsp; the&nbsp; song&nbsp; of&nbsp; his&nbsp; life....&nbsp; </p><p>hmmm&nbsp; was&nbsp; a&nbsp; partner&nbsp; dance&nbsp; about&nbsp; to&nbsp; begin&nbsp; .......&nbsp; Life&nbsp; is&nbsp; </p><p>one&nbsp; big&nbsp; adventure..... maybe&nbsp; it&nbsp; would&nbsp; be&nbsp; exciting&nbsp; to&nbsp; be&nbsp; </p><p>around&nbsp; a&nbsp; few&nbsp; centuries&nbsp; or&nbsp; more......&nbsp;<br /><br /><br /><br />I<br />&nbsp;</p> </p>