New Age Spirituality Morning Has Been All Night Coming Part 54

“No, John. I quite understand.” a​ shadow of​ sadness crossed her face. Perhaps it​ was my imagination. However, the pull of​ that little village was so strong and I felt the need to​ be alone.

“I can’t explain it, Marla. I just must be alone with my thoughts.”

“There are times we all need ‘aloneness.’ Here, clip this remote control to​ your belt. The buttons on the main panel are duplicated on the remote. Remember, green for go,red to​ stop or​ to​ change programs. The white button is​ for me. if​ you change your mind about being alone, press the white button. I will come. There is​ also a​ small instruction sheet pasted on the back of​ the remote control in​ case you forget what to​ do or​ need further instructions.”

“You’re sure this thing is​ safe, aren’t you?” I asked, more to​ hear myself ask than to​ be reassured.

“Always safe, John,” was her reply. “Anything else is​ just an​ appearance based on your belief. Never forget that.” She leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek. Gideon and Theo sat quietly looking on. I closed my eyes again. This time I could see the village clearly. I knew I had to​ go there. a​ shrill sound broke into my stillness. The sound of​ a​ bagpipe, it​ seemed so near and, yet, so far away. Gently, ever so gently,I pressed the green button.

The music seemed to​ come closer. Nothing else happened. I gradually opened my eyes. The restaurant, Marla, Gideon and everything else were gone. I was sitting under a​ large oak tree. Standing not fifty paces away a​ lone piper played away as​ the sun began to​ set. The mournful tune rang out across the hills and woods, and I knew I was visiting an​ ancient homeland.

The peace surrounding me at​ that instant was indescribable. I soaked up every variation of​ the music into the very cells of​ my body. Time seemed to​ stand still, caught between a​ curious traveler and a​ Scottish village of​ long ago. The music came to​ an​ end, but I just sat there, motionless for a​ while longer.

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