The rest of the ride to the airport was quiet; everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts. Janey had been surprised that their assignment was not a Muslim school and she was happy to learn that "Muslim Extremists" weren't the country's only targets. She didn't want to think that a government founded on freedom of religion would be targeting any particular religious group. No, Toliver and Simenski weren't Muslim, even if they were Arabic neither of them would have been Muslim, or Christian or Jewish for that.
Their personal agenda was totally ungodly. But why they wanted to harm the girls as well as the parents was beyond her. She couldn't fathom it out. She decided to consult her dragon.
"Zelistuck, if Simenski is a sociopath with a particular hatred for rich privileged people, why is Toliver involved in his scheme? I don't understand. Toliver read like someone driven, focused and knowing what he was doing, Simenski read all over the place ... he was "off" in every sense of the word. What is Toliver's agenda?"
"I do not read people the way you do, Janey, I can only surmise their motives by reading their thoughts and feelings for a while. Do you want me to go stay near them?"
"No ... no, I don't want you anywhere near Simenski, and if Toliver is sensitive he may sense your presence and that can throw away our work. Isn't there some other way to find out what he might be up to?"
"The Hall of Akashic Records might have some clues."
"What and where is that?"
"It is a spiritual realm with the appearance of a great library, where every life that has ever been lived here on your planet can be read to inquirers by a librarian."
"Is it really, in the highest truth, a library?"
"No, in the highest truth it is the memory of That Which Is Above All; the prime motivator of existence."
"Or in human terms, the memory of God."
"Yes. But no living being may face that entity and remain corporeal so this ... representation was created for those who can search and will find."
"May I go there?"
"Yes. Dragons were the first to ever attain to this task. We wanted to know our own history so as not to repeat mistakes. Eventually, the Prime Motivator gave us our records to keep forever to ourselves. Most dragons know their own past all the way back to the first spark separate from the Prime Motivator."
"And I don't because it's too much knowledge for this human brain to deal with, right?"
"Partly so. What that body does not need to know to accomplish what you came here to do is not included in the memories you can access. Too much data in the brain makes you like your friend Carolyn. The brain works too hard."
"So how does this work?"
"Relax; be in that part of yourself that allows your mind to fly while your consciousness resides in the body."
It had not been long ago that Zelistuck taught Janey how to "bi-locate" or extend her conscious mind over great distances yet still be conscious of what was going on around where her body resided. It made her look like she was dozing but she could respond instantly to anything, unlike astral projection where her body was, effectively, in a mild coma.
Janey found herself at the foot of a flight of marble steps. She began to climb and realized that she covered several steps in one movement of her legs, physics was not normal here. At the top she faced a Gothic building with columns and arched windows, before her was a set of brass doors of great size, easily several stories tall and they looked like they were massively heavy, but when she approached they swung inward of their own accord in silence.
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Dragon Girl
Paranormal14 year old Janey Michelle Richardson was a happy, healthy American teenager with a few "special" gifts; she was telepathic with cats, she could process ghosts, she could move things with her mind. She was ... weird. That made a lot of people susp...