Spirit Touching

Amber Poling, Part Four: Touching a Spirit.

The next morning I was unsure about the previous night's events. Had I chased Him off? Why did He leave? What did I do wrong? By this time He had been with me for a little over five years. I knew I couldn't hug Him; His body was like air. A touch was the closest thing to a hug I could give. I was confused to say the least. Finally, when it was almost noon, He appeared. We stared at one another for what felt like eternity. I couldn't take it.
"I'm sorry."
"Why."
"I touched you, and that had a bigger effect than I thought it would."
"I touched you back."
"I know but... it bothered you. For that I'm sorry. I can't hug you, so I wanted to touch you."
"I never let anyone do that."
"So why did you let me?"
He looked out distantly at the horizon, deep in thought. When He did come around to speaking, His speech was slow and deliberate.
"When I first met you, you were a bright, but scared, girl with little direction. Now you're an intelligent, confident, and beautiful young woman, and I know I played a large roll in that. Your kindness, forgiveness, and faith I've seen first hand, but your love speaks to me. It's rare. With your touch I felt it in a way hadn't before. I made an emotional decision."
"And that's why you left."
"Yes."
Many things went through my mind. I needed to think.
"I'm going to take a walk."
He started toward the door.
"Alone."
He watched me hike up the mountain from the porch.
When I reached the top, I sat down on a wooden fence to ponder.
'He felt it? What does that mean? ... He felt what I was feeling. Hmm... Can He feel other things? To me a touch is a touch, but to Him it's obviously a lot more..
Energy... thought is energy... He is energy... I use energy to touch Him... He feels what I feel... hmm... energy transfer... information transfer... He doesn't want me to know something... His name... details of His future mission... Can I control it? It wasn't like an instant download. Wait... He sat there and caressed my hand... 'Your love speaks to me.'... Wait a minute... He was reading me!... I read humans through the eyes. His eyes are faint... the touch. Hmm... He won't let me touch Him again, I know it.'
Looking down, I saw Him still on the porch, looking up from time to time.
'I think I got a plan.'

After I returned I would not discuss my thoughts. My Companion gently poked around and tried to get close to me, but I wouldn't let Him. The day passed without my thoughts getting out, I hoped. I went to bed, but didn't go to sleep. After a couple of hours He appeared. The high frequency of His body put gentle pressure on my eardrums. When the pressure increased I knew He was walking toward me. He knelt down by the bed and watched me. I made sure to breathe heavy like I do when asleep. Then He touched my hand. He let out a gasp and looked up, strait into my eyes. Quickly, I peered into His spirit and let Him know I wanted His name. Before He could think it, I moved my hand and closed my eyes. The whole thing took but a second or two.

I opened my eyes and found Him, eyes wide open, staring at me. With a full English accent He said, "I don't know if I should be angry with you or applaud your resourcefulness! Why would you do that?! Why did you remove your hand and close your eyes?"
"I didn't want you to fear touching me. I want to know your name, but it isn't time yet. I'd rather be dying of curiosity than jeopardize anything. I knew you wouldn't take my word on it, so I decided to show you."
"Do you know what you could have... No. No you don't. I haven't taught you that. I taught you about vibrations, but I failed in teaching you what they can do. I never dreamed you would teach yourself, let alone... this. How did you know you could read me?"
"Energy transfer. You read me last night. You said you 'felt' my love and that it 'spoke' to you."
"Those are common figures of speech."
"Not the way you said it."
"I can't believe this."
"I stopped reading you to show you I wouldn't abuse the privilege, but I'm not going to touch you anymore. There's obviously more to it than I originally thought."
He looked almost disappointed. He sat in silence on the floor, clearly in deep thought. Without looking up He said, "I want to feel your love."
"And I want to share my love. You're a beautiful person, and you have a mind I can get lost in."
"And you have a mind that keeps suprising me!", He chuckled.
"It's getting late."
"You're probably getting quite tired aren't you?"
I nodded.
"Alright, we'll speak tomorrow.", He whispered.
"Goodnight my dear."
"Goodnight darling."

Over the next six months I never attempted to touch Him, but let Him touch me. I let Him call the shots. At first they were brief moments spaced far apart, but as time passed He held the touch longer and they became more frequent. I soon realized an energy was building up in my body. 'Carpet sparks' became more frequent, my back pain eased, and my touch was soon able to ease pain in others.

Once properly 'energized' I was able to touch Him, but I never attempted to gather any information. Feeling His emotion was as far as I went. I respected His privacy and He respected mine. His touch felt different too. Instead of 'static', it was like holding two magnets repelling one another. The added resistance made Him feel more 'real'.

A common feature to our daily life was music. I would sit and sing while my Companion gladly listened. One day as He watched me move to a song He said, "Dance for me."
"I don't know how."
"Rubbish. I'm watching you do it in a chair. Do it standing up."
I stood up, let the music move me, and before I knew it I was dancing!
"Ahh! That's it! Shake it a little more!"
I did, laughed, and felt very happy. Then the music changed to a slower tempo. He approached me.
"May I have this dance?", He said with a bow.
"You may."
"This is how I used to dance."
He led me into a waltz type of dance. After a few steps He whispered, "Put on a dress. I want this right."
The dress was floor length; the blue skirt flowing as I walked.
"Mmm... beautiful."
He spun me around. Then the music changed to a faster tempo.
"No. No. That's not right." He changed the channel.
"You can do that?"
"Oh, there is a lot of things I can do! Come here. I'll show you one of them."
He, again, led me into a waltz. Having His body so close to mine made my spirit feel alive! My lower back pain vanished, my asthma disappeared, and my skin vibrated from head to toe. He emitted a warmth that was nothing but love and happiness. As we danced around the living room, I felt like a princess. But it was short lived. My grandmother knocked on the door. After getting zapped by the knob a few times, I finally got the door open.
"Who were you dancing with? I saw you through the window and thought you had a man in here. I was going to say 'hi'."
Looking over my shoulder, I seen my Companion shaking His head 'no'.
"Just dancing for God."
"Oh darn. I thought you landed yourself a man."
"Not exactly."
"Oh. Well, there's time. You're still young. But, let me know when you find one. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Alright then. Talk at ya later!"
Once the door was shut He began laughing.
"She REALLY wants to see you married!"
"I know! I'm only 19. What does she want from me?"
"For you to be happy."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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