I’ve just got to tell you about Solomon!
Sara remembered that Seth had begun to tell her something before Len and Tommy so rudely interrupted them. “Hey, what were
you going to tell me?”
Sara could see Seth sifting back through his thoughts, reaching for whatever it was he seemed excited to tell her.
“Oh, nothin’. Nothin’ that can’t wait. Sara, I’d better go. I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Sara could tell that this wasn’t a good time to push, but she was baffled. Seth seemed so happy when he came out of
the building. He seemed strong and confident and in control, even jubilant as he dealt so perfectly with Len and Tommy, but
his mood had abruptly changed as the kids shouted their approval from the passing cars. Why had this bothered Seth so much?
Seth had never told her about the miserable bus rides and obnoxious boys from his last school.He had pretty much put all of
that out of his mind—until today, that is.
“Bummer,” Sara said, under her breath, feeling sort of depressed that Seth wouldn’t go to the swinging tree with her. She
made her way there anyway and silently climbed the ladder up to the platform that Seth had built, and she stretched out on
the bench using her book bag as a pillow.
“Solomon,” Sara said out loud, “can you hear me? I need to talk with you about something.”
No response from Solomon.
Sara remembered Solomon’s words to her when he made his transition from her physical feathered friend to her nonphysical,
nonfeathered friend: Sara, our friendship is forever. And that means that anytime you would like a chat with Solomon, all you have to do is identify what you want to talk about and focus upon it, bring yourself to a place of feeling very good—and I’ll be right here with you.
She smiled as she thought about her dear feathered friend. She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of the sunbeams filtering
through the trees and warming her legs, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER 19
Dead . . . or Alive?
S ara opened her eyes, feeling very disoriented. “Well, that’s a first,” she said, out loud. “I don’t usually nap in the tops of trees.”
But I do. Sara heard a familiar clear voice coming from a branch up over her head.
Her heart began racing. “What in the world? Solomon, is that you? Is that you?!”
Hello, Sara, how are you today?
Tears began streaming down Sara’s face as she peered through the leaves, spying a large, beautiful owl sitting out on the
limb of her tree.
This is a very nice tree house, Sara. I can see why you spend so much time here.
“Solomon, Solomon, oh, Solomon! You’ve come back! You’ve come back!”
Sara, really, I don’t know why you are so excited. I’ve never been gone.
“But Solomon, I can see you. You have feathers. You have come back!”
Solomon smiled, quite pleased to see Sara so pleased.
Well, Sara, I thought it would be easier for Seth to experience me if he could see me as you did in the beginning. Besides, I wanted to spend time in your tree house.
Sara laughed. It was her dear, sweet, funny Solomon, all right. Sara felt happier than she could ever remember feeling. “Oh,
Solomon, I‘m so happy you are back!”
It’s hard to get over the dead or alive thing, isn’t it, Sara? Remember, you are not dead or alive. You are always alive. What is it about my feathers that’s so important to you mortals anyway?
Sara laughed. She did understand what Solomon had taught her—that there is no death and all Beings live forever. But there
was no getting around it. Sara loved being able to see Solomon as she heard him. She loved peering into his wonderful, wise
eyes and gazing at his beautiful feathers softly moving in the breeze. She loved watching him spread his amazing big wings
and lift, powerfully, up into the sky.
Sara, we are going to have a wonderful time as we help Seth remember who he is. He is pondering many important things, and it is for that reason, in
Sara remembered that Seth had begun to tell her something before Len and Tommy so rudely interrupted them. “Hey, what were
you going to tell me?”
Sara could see Seth sifting back through his thoughts, reaching for whatever it was he seemed excited to tell her.
“Oh, nothin’. Nothin’ that can’t wait. Sara, I’d better go. I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Sara could tell that this wasn’t a good time to push, but she was baffled. Seth seemed so happy when he came out of
the building. He seemed strong and confident and in control, even jubilant as he dealt so perfectly with Len and Tommy, but
his mood had abruptly changed as the kids shouted their approval from the passing cars. Why had this bothered Seth so much?
Seth had never told her about the miserable bus rides and obnoxious boys from his last school.He had pretty much put all of
that out of his mind—until today, that is.
“Bummer,” Sara said, under her breath, feeling sort of depressed that Seth wouldn’t go to the swinging tree with her. She
made her way there anyway and silently climbed the ladder up to the platform that Seth had built, and she stretched out on
the bench using her book bag as a pillow.
“Solomon,” Sara said out loud, “can you hear me? I need to talk with you about something.”
No response from Solomon.
Sara remembered Solomon’s words to her when he made his transition from her physical feathered friend to her nonphysical,
nonfeathered friend: Sara, our friendship is forever. And that means that anytime you would like a chat with Solomon, all you have to do is identify what you want to talk about and focus upon it, bring yourself to a place of feeling very good—and I’ll be right here with you.
She smiled as she thought about her dear feathered friend. She closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of the sunbeams filtering
through the trees and warming her legs, and fell asleep.
CHAPTER 19
Dead . . . or Alive?
S ara opened her eyes, feeling very disoriented. “Well, that’s a first,” she said, out loud. “I don’t usually nap in the tops of trees.”
But I do. Sara heard a familiar clear voice coming from a branch up over her head.
Her heart began racing. “What in the world? Solomon, is that you? Is that you?!”
Hello, Sara, how are you today?
Tears began streaming down Sara’s face as she peered through the leaves, spying a large, beautiful owl sitting out on the
limb of her tree.
This is a very nice tree house, Sara. I can see why you spend so much time here.
“Solomon, Solomon, oh, Solomon! You’ve come back! You’ve come back!”
Sara, really, I don’t know why you are so excited. I’ve never been gone.
“But Solomon, I can see you. You have feathers. You have come back!”
Solomon smiled, quite pleased to see Sara so pleased.
Well, Sara, I thought it would be easier for Seth to experience me if he could see me as you did in the beginning. Besides, I wanted to spend time in your tree house.
Sara laughed. It was her dear, sweet, funny Solomon, all right. Sara felt happier than she could ever remember feeling. “Oh,
Solomon, I‘m so happy you are back!”
It’s hard to get over the dead or alive thing, isn’t it, Sara? Remember, you are not dead or alive. You are always alive. What is it about my feathers that’s so important to you mortals anyway?
Sara laughed. She did understand what Solomon had taught her—that there is no death and all Beings live forever. But there
was no getting around it. Sara loved being able to see Solomon as she heard him. She loved peering into his wonderful, wise
eyes and gazing at his beautiful feathers softly moving in the breeze. She loved watching him spread his amazing big wings
and lift, powerfully, up into the sky.
Sara, we are going to have a wonderful time as we help Seth remember who he is. He is pondering many important things, and it is for that reason, in
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