The Teacher

The Teacher: Part III The Soul Stitchers, Chapter 43

Chapter 43

IT WAS TIME TO CONTACT THE MASTERS. Without a clue as to how to find Egoor's daughter, reluctantly we both agreed to ask for help. It wouldn't be as simple as bowing our heads and sending a quick prayer out into the cosmos. No, the Masters were on a dedicated line, like a broadband fiber optic link, but instead of to the Internet they could mainline all known knowledge. The process of reaching them for a real-time back-and-forth was something like setting up for a Skype exchange.

"Let's find a quiet place where we won't be distracted," I suggested, remembering that the first step involved slipping into a deep meditation.

We had a sort of X-ray vision. It worked because the dense material objects on Earth, like the doors, floors, walls, bricks and mortar of the building we were in didn't block our capability to see beyond such mundane barriers. Antonio scanned the building and saw a vacant upper floor.

"Good idea, let's head up to the sixth floor. Did you notice where the stairs are?" Antonio asked, forgetting one of our other talents.

"We could walk...or we could...," I suggested without having to fill in with words.

"Really, do you think we can just hop around like that more or less just to save time?" Antonio wondered, not really concerned but looking for my approval.

"I don't see why not. You know, we're Masters now...Jorus never told us we couldn't use that particular gift to get from here to there no matter what the distance."

A quick slip into a lucid dream, our X-ray vision gave us a picture of the space we wanted to go, a nod to a drop-down menu, and in a flash we were there.

This floor must have been used during better days for Egoor's business. No signs of chains or kibble. We'd dropped into the worker's lounge full of tables, chairs and a few couches. We picked the sofa near the window, sun shining in, closed our eyes, and drifted much deeper than the dream state used for transport. We needed to add a new name Masters to our dialog box, and clicked on it to start the process of reaching out to them.

We were so far from heaven and even though miles really aren't the measure, it does take a stronger link to establish a two-way chat. As the link began to form we both felt a tremendous surge of energy coursing through us, like grabbing onto a live electrical wire. It paralyzed our glorified bodies and all we could do was to wait for one of the Masters to come online. Being low on the Master totem pole, Jorus was on call that night back in heaven.

"Guys...what's up...I see you're both stiffed out...don't worry about that, but in the future if you don't want to deal with being turned into zombies, just slip into your Spirit form before giving us a buzz. Now, what can I do for you?"

We heard him just fine, so our barbecued bodies weren't affecting our consciousness at all. All that energy was actually quite a trip and we'd both settled back, sunk into the old purple velvet couch, and were enjoying the ride, but now it was back to the job at hand.

Antonio was still a little spaced out so I spoke up first.

"Yeah...thanks for the tip...we'll definitely remember to do that next time. We've got a situation here. You know about our problem with the sweatshop, well we've come up with a plan but we need help locating someone. Can you find her for us?"

"Just a minute...," Jorus answered.

"Don't you want to know who it is?" I impatiently added.

"...I'll just need a minute or two...," he responded.