I went home swiftly after school and decided to tidy up my room and catch up with my homework. I began with Starology and pulled out an old copy of my horoscope. I studied it for a while and wrote a two page essay of my basic personality, just as Mr Allen had instructed. I was careful to note down both the positives and negatives in my chart. My rising sign was Gemini with a well aspected Venus in my first house so I knew that meant I could easily attract almost anything that I wanted in life. My challenge was to guard against becoming superficial and to not abuse my talents by using people.
I had just finished writing when a knock sounded at my door. It was Will with another plate of fruits and a glass of milk. I wanted to roll my eyes but I widened the door instead and accepted the food with a polite smile.
“Rebecka, I thought you might be hungry. I heard you come in but didn’t see you.” His smile was genuine as if he truly was happy to see me.
“I’ve got a lot of homework to get through Will. I’ll come downstairs if I can finish.”
“Oh. . . I see. Maybe I can help?”
I robbed my temples in tiny circles to relieve some of the tension in my head. I “No it’s fine, in fact I was going to ask James for help with World Literature. I think that’s the hardest one so far.”
“James has gone to see Lily in Italy. He’ll be back on Monday.”
I slapped myself on the forehead as I remembered James had mentioned the trip a few weeks ago.
“Of course, how could I forget? But. . . wait, if James is not here what are you still doing here? When was the last time you went home? Have you moved in now?”
“Me and James are brothers, our bond extends far beyond this life. Your parents know this.”
“And so that gives you the right to stay here for as long as you want? Don’t you miss your own parents?”
“It’s hard to miss them when I see them everyday. Our house isn’t the same since all my brothers moved out. Why? Don’t you want me here?”
“I’m not saying that, it’s just a bit weird, don’t you think?”
Will rubbed his eyes in small circles as if the conversation was giving him a headache. “Can I come in?”
I couldn’t think of a reason to say no without sounding rude so I opened the door wider. “There isn’t a lot of space I’m afraid.” My homework was scattered on my desk and there was only one armchair by the window.
“Wow, you really are doing your homework.”
“Did you think I was lying?”
“No, this just seems like a lot. I can help you with world literature, you know. I’m the one who taught James half of what he knows.”
I snorted in disbelief. “I know you’re clever but there’s no need to boast.”
“Hahaha very funny Rebecka. You’ve always underestimated me.”
“Have I?” I gathered the sheet with my World Literature homework and slapped it on his chest. But he trapped my hand against his chest before I could pull away, staring deep into my eyes. His heartbeat accelerated under my palms until it matched the rhythm of my own heart. I shivered at the intensity of his gaze until I couldn't stand it any more.
“What are you doing? Let me go.”
Suddenly he released my hand so fast as if burnt by fire. Deep down, I whimpered at the loss and wanted to touch him again. I concealed my expression carefully to hide my thoughts.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” Will said.
“What is going on with you?”
Will looked at the floor, avoiding my eyes. “I’m sorry.” He took a few steps back and clasped his hands behind his back as if physically restraining himself. I felt so confused I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to ask him a thousand questions but I knew I wouldn’t get any answers from him. He wasn’t as handsome as Brendan yet he stirred something in me that was new, different and certainly unwanted. I wasn’t interested in whatever was happening between us and I didn’t want to encourage it.
He picked the sheet from the floor and read the assignment. “This homework is quite interesting although it might be slightly beyond your age group. I think your teacher —”
“—Mrs Sharon Hayes.”
“Mrs Hayes is trying to stretch you. I think you should meditate on it first and see what you can come up with.”
“I knew it! In other words you don’t have the answer.”
“I do, but it’s my interpretation of the play. There isn’t necessarily a right or wrong answer. Everyone’s experiences are different and we can all relate to Hamlet in different ways,” he stated confidently.
“No, you just don’t have a clue. If you knew the inner meaning of Hamlet, you’ll not be telling me to meditate on it.”
“How is that going to help you if I simply give you the answer?”
“Err. . . it’ll help me to pass the homework.”
“Intellectual superficiality?”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You don’t want to take the trouble of thinking deeply about anything, do you? You find it easier to believe I don’t know anything rather than doing the work yourself.”
“Will? If you’re not going to help then what are you doing in my room?” I felt so annoyed by his comment I was tempted to throw something at him. Deep down I knew he was right but I just didn’t want to hear it.
Will raised an eyebrow in question. The moon was high in the sky, its light reflecting through my open window.
“Fine, I’ll help you, but promise me you’ll still meditate on it,” he said.
I shrugged indifferently, “I'll think about it.”
“Sit down!” Will moved closer and pulled the armchair next to my desk. He smelled good, like fresh water flowers, light and airy compared to Brendan’s earthy fragrance. For some reason I’d never noticed his smell before and I wondered why I did so now. I made notes for the next two hours as he explained the mystical interpretation of Hamlet, asking questions where I wasn’t sure. He wasn’t joking when he said that he knew the play. He knew everything, each character, scene and line. I was very impressed by the depth of his observations and the connections he made between the characters. The earlier tension slowly dissolved as we discussed the play.
Later that evening we ate dinner with my parents. Will fitted in as if he was family and my parents loved him, treating him like a son. He was gracious, honest and bright, and he never said the wrong thing. After dinner we met in the temple on the astral plane for our assignments where I saw Will’s parents, Russell and Stephaine Barrett. James and Lily were also in attendance but Roberto, Lily’s brother, was apparently unwell and couldn’t serve that evening.
Mark, the Adept who normally issued our assignments, asked to speak to me privately before I set off with Dad. The kindness and compassion in his eyes immediately put me at ease, even if I sensed whatever he was about to say wasn't good.
“Rebecka, I don't have much time so I’ll go straight to the point. I know that Ariel has already told you you’re under trial, but I feel it necessary to issue a further warning tonight. The effects of your recent actions is making a stamp on your soul body. I would urge you to take the cleansing exercises particularly seriously and to adopt a daily habit of meditation at this period in your life. You have great potential and your healing ability is improving so marvelously well, but I feel compelled to warn you that you can not participate as a lightworker if you can’t bring your emotions under control.”
His words left no room for ambiguity as his meaning became clear to me. It also became clear the Adepts were watching me closely and knew everything about my life. There was nowhere to hide, no corner of the earth or heaven was bared to their gaze. I was giving room to anger and passion more frequently than was healthy. I had to be careful around Brendan, Will and even James, to some extent. Those three pushed my buttons and triggered me in ways that nobody else could.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I’ll try and be good.” I felt ashamed and wished I could bury my face somewhere.
“You’re doing well, keep cheerful. I’m expecting great things from you Rebecka.” He smiled into my eyes, instilling confidence and hope that I didn’t realize I so desperately needed. I knew he was being sincere and I believed his every word.
“Thank you so much, I’ll not disappoint you. I promise.”
“Promise yourself Rebecka, not me. I’ll let you rejoin the others.”
I joined with Dad and together we set off to heal the people who’d prayed for help. We went back to the wealthy man in the New York apartment. His healing was almost complete. He was able to sit up during the day and walk around the flat. I spoke to his spirit while he slept, urging him to believe in himself, that he is worthy of love and affection. He agreed that he would live a good life and show kindness to everyone from now on.
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Our next visit was to a small, remote village in Kenya. A young lady, in her mid twenties was in labor and about to give birth to twins. The family were poor and couldn’t afford to pay the fee demanded by the local doctor.
“Let us pay a visit to the local doctor first,” said Dad.
We materialized outside the doctor’s house and knocked at the door. It was a large house, decorated with all modern conveniences and about a 15 minutes walk from the village. I looked through the walls of the house using clairvoyant vision and I saw the doctor sitting at his desk in his office. He heard the bell and paused his writing but didn’t get up to open for us. Dad knocked several times but he refused to come to the door.
“Rebecka, looks like we’ve got a stubborn one here.”
“Why wouldn’t he come to the door?”
“Because he knows it’s us.”
“How?”
“News of our activities have spread like wildfire in recent weeks. This doctor is particularly well informed. I want you to concentrate hard on calling him to come to the door. Focus all your thoughts on that one thing and I’ll do the same.”
I did as Dad suggested and a few moments later, the doctor walked from his desk to open the front door.
“What do you want? It's a bit late at night for a social call.” He was a tall man in his mid forties with balding hair line and a rather large nose.
“It’s just past 8pm, surely that’s not too late for a doctor who is supposed to be on call for this village.”
“Sure, what do you want?” The doctor wrinkled his large nose as if a bad smell assaulted his nose.
“My name is Keith and this is my daughter, Rebecka. There’s a girl in the village who is in labor. Will you help her?”
“Not without paying me first. I've explained everything to her mother already.”
“We’ve come to ask you to reconsider. You know the family are poor and they can’t afford it.”
“That’s not my problem. Should have thought about that before she got herself pregnant.”
“Final chance - will you not leave the path of greediness for money and help a person in need out of the goodness of your heart?”
“No, people always expect something for nothing. I’ll not to it.”
“Very well, doctor. We shall bid you goodnight.”
We left the doctor's house and glided the short distance to the village. I heard the sound of someone screaming in pain coming from one of the huts before we even got there. We knocked at the door and were greeted by an elderly woman with extremely white teeth and permanent worry lines across her forehead.
“Hi, my name is Keith and this is my daughter, Rebecka. We’ve come to help the lady having the baby.”
The woman didn’t ask any further questions but opened the door wider. Inside was a busy room with closed curtains, large windows and a bright single bulb hanging from the ceiling. Two women sat on either side of the bed, which took center stage in the room. A pretty young lady was spread out on the bed, panting with sweat and covered in lots of blankets. The two women were clearly twin sisters and it was hard to tell which one was the lady’s mother as they both looked so alike.
“How far along is she?”
“Sir, you de doctor?”
“No, I’m not. Call me Keith. I’m afraid the doctor isn’t coming unless you pay him but don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .” The woman on the bed screamed in pain, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Oh, de baybay is cumming, Oh. . . lord,” The sister on the left looked as panicked as the mother to be. “Her wata broke tree days ago.”
Dad lowered himself next to the bed and smoothed his hands over the patient’s sweaty forehead. “Don’t panic, I’m going to deliver your baby today. You’re going to live.”
The woman nodded through short breaths. She was sweating so heavily that the blankets covering her were nearly soaked through. “What is your name?”
“Al. . . Alma. . . Almasi.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Dad kissed her cheek.
“Dad? Can we open the windows, it’s a little hot in here? Look, she’s sweating.’
“Well she’s in labor, she’ll be sweating whether the windows are open or not but I guess opening the windows doesn’t hurt.”
I threw the windows open but left the curtains closed. “Fetch me some water. We’re going to need lots of water. . . and towels.”
The two women left the bed to get the water and the older one who greeted us at the door busied herself with setting up an incense burner in the corner of the room.
“Almasi is very strong but she’s carrying twins. I want you to hold her hands, pray over her and keep her calm, that should help with the pain,” Dad said to me.
“That’s easy, I can do that.”
Dad never ceased to amaze me with the fact he knew exactly what to do in every situation. I wondered how many babies he’d delivered in his lifetime and I made a mental note to ask him later.
“What is she doing?” I pointed to the rising incense in the corner of the room.
Dad shrugged, apparently as clueless as me. “Ask her, she understands English.”
I tapped the older woman on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, Mama, can I ask what incense you’re bruning? It smells lovely.”
“It’s lavender und frankincense, it’z calming.”
The two women returned with two buckets of water each. They took a cloth with a bowl of water and began to wipe Almasi’s forehead. Dad washed his hands and removed all the blankets, leaving one to cover her chest and upper body. I took my place next to the bed and began to pray as Dad instructed.
“I can feel the head of the first baby,” Dad said.
“How do you know it’s twins?”
“I can see it’s twins. Look for yourself.”
I gazed at Almasi with clairvoyant vision and saw Dad was right. There were two babies, one was still in the womb and the other was nearly out.
“Almasi, I’m going to tell you when it’s time to push, just take deep breaths,” Dad said.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on praying over her. I asked that no harm will come to the babies and that she’ll be safe.
“IT’S CUMMING. . . AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Almasi screamed so loud the windows would have shattered if made from glass.
“OKAY PUSH!” said Dad.
Suddenly, I began to feel pain in my womb and the lower part of my body. I released Almasi and sat on the floor. The pain was so intense that I couldn’t move and became short of breath.
“Dad. . . Dad. . . Something odd is happening to me. I can’t breathe.”
“Rebecka? What is wrong with you?”
One of the women, I couldn’t tell which one, held me by the hand and tried to pull me to stand.
“I don’t know. My womb feels like it’s on fire.”
“You’ve taken on Almasi’s feelings Rebecka’s. You need to shake it off.”
Understanding dawned. Being so close to Almasi, whose feelings were intense at this time meant I’d broken into her psychic barrier and taken on her feelings. I imagined a white light surrounding my aura, which I knew was effective protection against all psychic attacks and the pain immediately disappeared. However in doing so, I released my aura and filled the room with a source of light brighter than the bulb hanging from the ceiling. All the women in the room, including Almasi, stopped to stare at me with shock written on their faces.
Suddenly a soft cry pierced the air. The baby had taken its first breath and it had very strong lungs.
“It’s a boy,” Dad wrapped the baby in one of the towels and passed him to one of the sisters.
“Err. . . Dad, how do I make this go away?” I pointed to my head. Dad was so focused on delivering the babies that he didn’t notice what was happening in the room.
“What? Oh . . . use your willpower. Just will it to go away.”
I did as Dad suggested and just like using any other part of my body, I willed my aura to disappear, dimming the light in the room.
“Oh. . . Why yu no dey tell me say eow’re und uhengel?” said Almasi. Her voice was muffled but pain was no longer etched on her face.
“I’m not an angel. I’m a human being just like you.”
“No. Yow’re not. A humun can’t do dat.”
“Trust me, I’ve seen an angel and I know what they look like. If I was an angel I wouldn’t deny it.”
“Right, the second baby is coming. Push when you feel the urge to push,” said Dad.
Almasi nodded at Dad and pushed straight away. The second baby was delivered which turned out to be another boy. Dad wrapped him up in another towel and passed him to his mother.
“You’ve got two beautiful babies. Another set of twins in this family after your mother. What are you going to name them?”
“Opiyo and Odongo,” Almasi said.
“Where is the father?” I asked.
“Hei’s travelled. Hei’l be appy dee’re twinz.”
The women began to sing and clap around in their native language. I couldn’t understand what they were singing but it sounded like they were singing praises to God. I helped them to tidy up the room and remove all the bloody towels. Together with the sisters, we changed Alamsi, washed the bed and cleaned the twins. The incense had burned out, leaving faint traces of lavender in the air.
Suddenly a knock sounded at the door. Dad answered and it turned out to be the greedy doctor who wanted money for his services. Lightworkers were never allowed to take money or any material compensation for their work. It was the first rule we were taught to observe.
“It’s you? What do you want?” Dad's tone was neutral but it left no doubt in the doctor’s mind that he was unwelcomed.
“Well. . . I just thought. You see, I came by because . . . because I thought. IsthereanythingIcando?” The doctor spoke so fast that nobody caught what he said
“What did you say?”
“I said I came by to see if there is anything I can do?”
“We don’t have any money here for you.”
“I’ve thought about what you said. . .and . . . I don’t need the money.” The doctor looked embarrassed but determined to see it through.
“We don't need your help here. Everything is done. Almasi has delivered two beautiful baby boys.”
“Oh. . . I see.” The doctor chewed his lip and looked away. “Okay then, I guess I better get going.”
“I guess you better get going. Goodbye.” Dad moved to block the doctor’s view of the room as he was trying to peer inside. He turned away and did the walk of shame back to his house.
“Dad, don’t you think that was a bit harsh. He obviously regrets his error and wants to help. Perhaps we could have allowed him to check over the babies,” I said.
“If he wanted to help he would’ve arrived 1 hr ago, plus I’ve checked the babies. They’re both healthy and sleeping. No need to wake them up for a doctor’s examination,” Dad said.
“Maybe you're right.” I said.
“I know I’m right.” Dad chuckled and tapped my head. “You did brilliantly today.”
“Me? You’re the star of the show. Oh before I forget, just how many babies have you delivered in your lifetime?”
“Including this one, you and James.”
I tilted my head in surprise.
“If I didn’t know better I would have thought you were a midwife.”
“I have many talents, Rebecka.”
“Can yu cum vizit us again?” Almasi interrupted.
I looked to Dad for confirmation before nodding. “I don’t see why not, we’ll come back to see you often. Take care for now.”
Dad and I said our goodbyes. We walked 5 minutes out of the village boundary until we knew that we were completely out of sight before we disappeared.