table was too large, they all conglomerated at one end, Caleb at the head. Tabitha and Jeremiah sat to Caleb’s right, Foster and Worth to his left. Foster and Tabitha had to lean far over the table for their fingers to touch, and Foster swore she cast him a shy look of anticipation.
Caleb got right to it, uttering in a voice higher than usual, “We need help. Can we obtain it? The spirit which encourages us to pray now will drive evil far from us and bring close the helpful spirits who may answer our petitions.”
Foster wondered. Would this “helpful spirit” appear among them as a diaphanous form rattling chains, moaning and lamenting to the skies about his earthly existence? He hoped not, for that might scare Tabitha. Actually, Tabitha didn’t seem the fearful sort. Hell, a spirit like that might scare him .
Instantly, cold currents of air feathered Foster’s hands. He looked to Tabitha to see if she felt the same, and he imagined she shot him a look of commiseration. Their attention was wrenched away in the next second when strange shivering orbs of light flitted over the dining room walls. Everyone present bobbed their heads to view the lights, Jeremiah ducking as though afraid one of them would hit him in the head. At first they seemed two-dimensional, the diffractions of sun rays through a crystal projected onto the walls. But a few orbs broke free and danced in the air over the table. Foster did not want to break contact with Tabitha’s hand in order to try and touch one.
Caleb continued in his odd speechifying tone. “The magnetism is coming like the tide in a river—irresistible, overcoming all. What we have already seen is just the smallest wave of the tide coming upon the earth. Some of you here will see it and will be helped along your paths with the great work we have to do. Spiritual truth must come—truth is a lighthouse, a beacon, leading us into the realms of love.”
Now the table itself began to shudder, and everyone’s eyes grew wide. Jeremiah was the first to break the circle, jumping back in his chair, murmuring “Jumping Caeser!”
The shuddering continued, growing more violent in intensity. Even stranger, the candles didn’t wobble one iota, although it was becoming difficult for Foster to keep a hold on Tabitha’s hand. Now the table began to actually rise at the unoccupied end as it shook back and forth like a frenzied dancer.
Jeremiah shrieked, “He’s in a psycho-magnetic condition, and it’s moving the table!”
Worth added, “Look at the candles. They’re not moving in the slightest.”
Jeremiah asked Caleb in a panic, “Is this the tide you were just talking about?”
Although all the windows were shut against the heated summer air, the currents now increased in speed about the room, enough to lift Tabitha’s hair from her shoulders and fluff it about her face, although the candle’s flames didn’t flicker.
“Make those candles move!” Jeremiah insisted.
The candles did. The table was now lifted fully two feet at the unoccupied end, and all at once the candles in their holders slid toward the participants. Foster was forced to break his grip on Tabitha in order to waylay the candles in their journey down the table, and Tabitha grabbed the other set of holders.
Caleb said, “Take a candle and look under the table, if you wish. There must be no accusations of trickery.”
Everyone except Worth shoved their chairs back and leaned far over to see under the table. Of course there was no trickery, but it was heartening to meet Tabitha under the table and talk.
“This is amazing,” she whispered. “He truly is a great talent to be reckoned with!”
“Did you feel those currents of cold air?”
“Yes! And all the windows are closed. I felt a hand slap me, but of course we were all holding hands.”
“Slap you? Angrily?”
“Yes! It felt angry, and it slapped my upper arm!”
Jeremiah was crouched on the floor, having eagerly given up his seat. “Oh,
Caleb got right to it, uttering in a voice higher than usual, “We need help. Can we obtain it? The spirit which encourages us to pray now will drive evil far from us and bring close the helpful spirits who may answer our petitions.”
Foster wondered. Would this “helpful spirit” appear among them as a diaphanous form rattling chains, moaning and lamenting to the skies about his earthly existence? He hoped not, for that might scare Tabitha. Actually, Tabitha didn’t seem the fearful sort. Hell, a spirit like that might scare him .
Instantly, cold currents of air feathered Foster’s hands. He looked to Tabitha to see if she felt the same, and he imagined she shot him a look of commiseration. Their attention was wrenched away in the next second when strange shivering orbs of light flitted over the dining room walls. Everyone present bobbed their heads to view the lights, Jeremiah ducking as though afraid one of them would hit him in the head. At first they seemed two-dimensional, the diffractions of sun rays through a crystal projected onto the walls. But a few orbs broke free and danced in the air over the table. Foster did not want to break contact with Tabitha’s hand in order to try and touch one.
Caleb continued in his odd speechifying tone. “The magnetism is coming like the tide in a river—irresistible, overcoming all. What we have already seen is just the smallest wave of the tide coming upon the earth. Some of you here will see it and will be helped along your paths with the great work we have to do. Spiritual truth must come—truth is a lighthouse, a beacon, leading us into the realms of love.”
Now the table itself began to shudder, and everyone’s eyes grew wide. Jeremiah was the first to break the circle, jumping back in his chair, murmuring “Jumping Caeser!”
The shuddering continued, growing more violent in intensity. Even stranger, the candles didn’t wobble one iota, although it was becoming difficult for Foster to keep a hold on Tabitha’s hand. Now the table began to actually rise at the unoccupied end as it shook back and forth like a frenzied dancer.
Jeremiah shrieked, “He’s in a psycho-magnetic condition, and it’s moving the table!”
Worth added, “Look at the candles. They’re not moving in the slightest.”
Jeremiah asked Caleb in a panic, “Is this the tide you were just talking about?”
Although all the windows were shut against the heated summer air, the currents now increased in speed about the room, enough to lift Tabitha’s hair from her shoulders and fluff it about her face, although the candle’s flames didn’t flicker.
“Make those candles move!” Jeremiah insisted.
The candles did. The table was now lifted fully two feet at the unoccupied end, and all at once the candles in their holders slid toward the participants. Foster was forced to break his grip on Tabitha in order to waylay the candles in their journey down the table, and Tabitha grabbed the other set of holders.
Caleb said, “Take a candle and look under the table, if you wish. There must be no accusations of trickery.”
Everyone except Worth shoved their chairs back and leaned far over to see under the table. Of course there was no trickery, but it was heartening to meet Tabitha under the table and talk.
“This is amazing,” she whispered. “He truly is a great talent to be reckoned with!”
“Did you feel those currents of cold air?”
“Yes! And all the windows are closed. I felt a hand slap me, but of course we were all holding hands.”
“Slap you? Angrily?”
“Yes! It felt angry, and it slapped my upper arm!”
Jeremiah was crouched on the floor, having eagerly given up his seat. “Oh,
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