“I’m on a five million year journey to create a transcendent light body,” Malone had told him in a matter-of-fact way when they had first met. “Pop over and I’ll tell you all about the Kashmiri doctrine of vibration.”
That chance meeting had been the start of a long and close friendship during which Malone’s wife had left him for a young art student and his sixteen-year old daughter had died from a rare form of cancer. Paul wondered idly if their relationship and intense contemplation of esoteric ideas had, in some subterranean way, caused his own recent experience. No, he couldn’t see how. He lived a normal life with a normal family, did a normal job and paid normal bills.
The impression the angels had left with him was that there was a shift taking place in human consciousness. This shift was not uniform across the entire human race, but would eventually be focused following the arrival of the new Light Of the World, the very person Paul was destined to meet; that’s if you could believe any of it. So, from mystical supposed saints such as Sai Baba, to people becoming interested in ‘new age’ ideas; and from genuine yogis to mom and dad attending yoga classes, the shift was taking place.
Paul had always retained a critical faculty, unlike Malone who tended to jump into anything esoteric with his entire being and brook no argument. Maybe this was why Paul had been ‘chosen’. He didn’t just accept everything at face value. He questioned it all but rejected little. He remembered one of his early meetings with Malone in an Irish bar.
“The human race is like an insignificant mass of ants crawling on the surface of creation,” Malone had said. “We are just a passing phase in evolution. It is only our egos that convince us we actually exist. It’s just an illusion. Everything that there is vibrates, okay? Some gross matter, like us, vibrates at a low level. Other material, like soul bodies, vibrates at a much higher frequency, impossible for human beings to measure. This is how the system works. As above so below. We are awash with examples in our everyday lives of how the cosmos operates, but we are too blind and ignorant to notice.”
A stroke of realism hit Paul as he jumped over a fallen tree trunk. How could he just disappear and follow his destiny and not alert and worry Kate and the kids? He stood and looked back down the track to the river snaking its way through the valley. Then again, he didn’t have to do anything. Things would just happen to him. People would emerge and make contact. Like cogs in some cosmic wheel or the pieces of a mysterious jigsaw, he would be led towards his destiny. He had no idea what this would entail. His instinct told him there would be dangers. The angels had not minimized anything. Just as there were people in the world that would help him, there were others who would do him harm. What if he just did nothing? What if he just ignored the signposts, meetings, insights and coincidences that would lead him to this special being? What if he just didn’t go on the journey? He didn’t know for sure but he sensed that this would just not be allowed to happen. Why him? His mind had ached as a result of wrestling with this question. The angels had not been forthcoming.
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