THE ROSE PERFUME

Chapter 63

At nine o'clock in the morning on Saturday, December the twenty-first, Paul, Raina, Emmanuel, Greg, Addie, and I watch the morning sun creep through the entrance of the mound-like structure we built on the lower property and illuminate the central chamber. It means the sun, stars, and planets are aligned just right for us to travel. It means the portals in the magnetic field between the earth and the sun and the link between the living and the afterworld will be open.

There is a chance of getting lost, of course. One of us may become separated from the others or we could go to the wrong time period or

All we know is there is no more time to think about it and we have to go. Our home world is in trouble and we all know that is where we truly belong.

We will not celebrate Christmas or New Years this year or any year after this in this lifetime. I wish I had more time with him. How do we really know what will happen to us or what our lives will be like when we go back. All we know is what we have been shown and we have to trust it is real. Emmanuel and I will never go to the movies or out to dinner or go to the ballet. There will be no white-dress wedding in a chapel with all my family and friends, no children running around the Christmas tree opening presents, and he will never take me to Paris to show me his legendary Cafe. A whole lifetime of possibilities missed out on and we do not really know what is waiting for us. What if it is not better than this?

The six of us continued down the corridor to the bottom level where the river passes through the stone table and the sphere in the center of it glows from within and each of us lay down on one of the beds. All of us join hands. Emmanuel lay down next to me and we looked into each other's eyes for a long time.

Ten minutes later, surrounded by damp air and icy water, a song rises up through the water, resonates off the walls, and vibrates through our bodies at one-hundred-and ten hertz.

"Do you hear that?" I ask everyone.

"I hear it," Emmanuel says.

"So do I," Says Addie.

And we close our eyes to listen. The sound is being picked up from the earth by the river and brought to us like a memory or like information saved and played back to us on record. The water in our bodies is responding and vibrating with it.

"What is it?" My mother asks.

"I don't hear it either," Greg says.

"We will sing with it and the rest of you can join in," Emmanuel instructs.

Emmanuel and Addie start singing and I feel almost as if I am being carried away. Somehow I manage to sing too and it feels like the air around us is changing. What is happening to us is not of this earth. It is a powerful secret knowledge we all should know but is hidden from us. At first, I felt scared, but now I feel relaxed and ready.

Emmanuel, Addie's, and my voices are ethereal and there is a tone that can not be matched. We are unique as we are different than the others. The other sing along and it adds a different frequency to the vibrations.

The water rushing past my body is slowing down, but our voices are the same, and it feels like static electricity is prickling my skin. I can feel my soul lift up and release itself from the tight hold of my body. A hollow in and out whooshing sound of wind hovers over us and takes us with it inside a dark tunnel and there is light at the other end.