LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 01 - post067
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“Not me Cherine. She did it.” I went through the whole story, letting the girls share from my mind the full memory of healing our Wendy. I suggested it might be a good idea for all of us to go through the same procedure. They only had to remember my memories, the fearful little baby I’d held, the melding of the various ages of Wendy, the sight of her afterwards to agree wholeheartedly.
“Right, we have something important to discuss before I kick you all out so that I can have my Wendy to myself for the rest of the night.”
“You haven’t done enough, you want more?” Cherine’s naughty look reassured me she was not jealous, just being her cheeky self.
“This is our first Christmas as a group. Thank God we are not going to Ydra this year, but I want to know what all of you would like to do.”
I got them out of the door, having given direction to their thoughts - I hoped they would plan something quite delightful for all of us. I returned to my little baby doll and swept her up in my arms. I hummed and danced around the room with her and I could feel a happy laughter inside her, maybe at my poor and slightly off-key humming. When I lay down I kept her tightly against me. Neither of us had dressed and though there was nothing sexual in our clasping of each other it was pure sweetness. Our hands continually caressed and our breath mingled many a time as we softly kissed. As I thought she was about to doze she gave a tiny self conscious laugh. I sat up on my elbow and looked at her.
“Robert, I’m hungry.”
“After all that exercise as a male, I’m not surprised. What would you like to eat, I’ll get it for you, since I would like a cup of coffee.”
“Can we go out to a taverna? I’m tired of cold meats.”
We all went together and Wendy and I made pigs of ourselves. I even had a couple of glasses of wine so that when we returned I flopped onto the bed and once Wendy was in my arms I sank into a deep sleep.
I’ll grab this opportunity to explain something I’ve written about a number of times without providing enough information for it to make sense for those who do not share in our gifts. I’ll use the scenes when I entered the mind of Wendy for illustrating my explanation.
I first spoke of playing puppy with her. Here is a more factual version: When I entered, I saw the soul, as we see it when still in the mind, which is not the same as in the void - I think it has to do with how we see each other, not only with how we really look, for when we compare what we saw afterwards, the images only vaguely agree. Wendy also saw me as a scintillating form of energy, whatever shapes I thought I held were wavering and constantly changing, like those movies where they have speeded up the clouds as they alter shapes. When I decided to be a pathetic puppy, emoting a yearning to play and of fear of her, my wish to be the puppy meant that she vaguely ‘imagined’ she saw me as a puppy, or having the essence of being a puppy - as she would see a puppy, not as I was internally visualising it, for all I was sending is my intention, not the shape or colour, for instance. At the same time, though thinking of me as a puppy, and thus finding the courage to play with me, Wendy did show she was also aware it was me.
The next example; what Wendy did, when she split off at the various nodes of her personality (which translates as being her various ages when she underwent experiences which strongly affected her), was translated, I think, by her wanting me to see them as they physically would have been outside her mind, so, what I ‘saw’ was probably to some extent influenced by her, but how I felt them to be, affected me more strongly. Perhaps as we grow stronger and learn to see into each other more deeply, or how to have more control over our astral bodies, it will be how we do see, but at this time I found they only vaguely reminded me of the appearances of Wendy at her different ages. When I held her baby self, not only was she able to resemble a baby Wendy because of me (sort of, without firm and definite outlines), so did I look more or less as an idealised version of how Wendy sees me. Again, she was the essence of a baby Wendy, as I was the essence of a Robert.
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Before deciding to write about it, I had not truly realised what a miracle our energy bodies are. I mean, I gave five year old Wendy a spank on her bum and I caressed the one year old version! It required that not only did I see them as having a form, I also assumed for them an interface (surface?) which was almost physical - of course, they mostly only felt my intention (spank and caress) and translated it to be real, just as I did.
I suspect that what we experience is nothing but the early stages, just as an eye adjusts, bringing objects into focus, and that as we repeat such experiences, we will learn more and discover much more to learn. I wonder where it will end - could we perhaps someday make love to each other as souls? The odd thing is, hardly any of this is possible in the void, where we truly are and see each other as souls. Themi suggests the difference might be because of us being mind and soul when meeting in a mind, while being purely soul when in the void. I don’t see it being that simple, how does my soul in the void have my mind and personality if my mind is not taken with it to the void? I find the fact that we have so many questions and so much to learn, exciting, but I am willing to wait for time to show us just how intricate and complex the truth is going to be.
When Dommi sensed we are awake and ready to end our private moment, she entered the room, so absorbed in her need to confess something, that she did not greet either of us. “Robert, too much happened last night and I did not want you to take your mind off Wendy, I hope you will not be cross with me for not telling you then.” I smiled at her indulgently, as if I could ever be cross with my Dommi. “Alki phoned last night. It seems they might have found your mother. She is alive my love.”
My heart turned cold and hard, shocking me - and the girls who were monitoring me, thinking to share my happiness. Wendy cried out in distress. I tried to soften my thoughts for their sakes.
I think I was also explaining to myself as I told them, “I’m sorry my loves. This is going to sound illogical, but I missed her and wanted to see her just one more time. But it was when I thought she was dead. To know that she is alive and never, not once tried to see me! She cannot be the woman I thought I remembered. No, I will not see her. It is better she stays lost to me. At least I know the truth now.”
As if I had a choice, with all three against me. When I gave in, only so as not to make them unhappy, I silently vowed to keep my heart of stone when I meet and leave her again. Cherine gave an angry shake of her head, but did not speak. She might have thought that since it will be days before she arrives in Greece, they’ll have time to wear me down. It did not work out as she hoped, I was not often open to discussing it and when they insisted, I’d let them have their say, but refuse to speak.
Alki had arranged for her to fly to Greece, realising I would not leave without my girls and there was no way I could take them - immigration can get very sticky about a male travelling with little girls who are not related. I approve of them being sticky about this sort of thing, so my comment was not meant as a criticism, just a sad reflection of what we human beings are like.
I refused to go to the airport to welcome her, so my loves stayed with me and Alki collected her from the airport. As we sat waiting for him to bring her to our home, my family were patently discomfited by my silence, but I kept a tight rein on my emotions as I was not willing to relent an inch, not even for their sakes. I could not understand why then I was so anxious.
For those readers who have not understood, when they speak using telepathy, what they say is enclosed within stars, and the thoughts exchanged are in italic.
e.g *Hi, I bet you are wishing you could read thoughts.*?
kalmera... kali bdomada... molis to diavasa...
I just went back and found the introduction to these characters. My mind was blown at the directions. It would be amazing to have a list to start from the beginning and follow along with the trials and tribulations. But admittedly, I will go find them without it. Thank you for showing thought processes and possibilities I never imagined.