“Try again. You don’t have to close your eyes.”
“It wasn’t instantaneous,” I said. “I felt myself moving.”
“That’s because it’s new to you,” he told me. “After you get used to it, it will be instantaneous. Try again.”
I looked at a spot beneath a birch tree some twenty yards away and visualized myself standing there.
The movement was so rapid, I couldn’t follow it. I cried out in surprise as I tumbled to the ground. There was no pain. I looked around to see Katie running toward me, barking.
Albert was beside me before she was; I didn’t see how he did it. “You’re trying too hard,” he said with a laugh.
My smile was sheepish. “Well, at least it didn’t hurt,” I said.
“It will never hurt,” he replied. “Our bodies are impervious to injury.”
I got on my knees and patted Katie as she reached me. “Does it frighten her?” I asked.
“No, no, she knows what’s happening.”
I stood up, thinking how Ann would enjoy it. Imagining the look on her face the first time she tried it. She always loved new, exciting things; loved to share them with me.
Before my sense of apprehension could return, I chose a hilltop several hundred yards away and visualized myself standing there.
A feeling of vibration again; I should say altering vibration. I blinked and I was there.
No, I wasn’t. I looked around in confusion. Albert and Katie were nowhere in sight. What had I done wrong now?
A flash of light appeared in front of me, then Albert’s voice said, “You went too far.”
I looked around for him. In between the blinking of my eyes, he was in front of me, holding Katie in his arms.
“What was that flash of light?” I asked as he set her down.
“My thought,” he said. “They can be transported too.”
“Can I send my thoughts to Ann then?” I asked quickly.
“If she were receptive to them, she might get something,” he answered. “As it is, sending thoughts to her would be extremely difficult if not impossible.”
Again, I willed away the deep uneasiness which thoughts of Ann produced in me. I had to have faith in Albert’s words. “Could I travel to England by thought?” I said, asking the first question to occur to me. “I mean England here, of course; I presume there is one.”
“There is indeed,” he said. “And you could travel there because you did in life, and know what to visualize.”
“What exactly are we?” I asked.
“In a counterpart of the United States,” he told me. “One naturally gravitates to the wave length of his own country and people. Not that you couldn’t live where you chose. As long as you were comfortable there.”
“There’s an equivalent, here, to every country on earth then?”
“At this level,” Albert answered. “In higher realms, national consciousness ceases to exist.”
“Higher realms?” I was confused again.
“My father’s house has many mansions, Chris,” he said. “For instance, you’ll find, in the hereafter, the particular heaven of each theology.”
“Which is right then?” I asked, completely baffled now.
“All of them,” he said, “and none. Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem, Christian, Jew—each has an after-life experience which reflects his own beliefs. The Viking had his Valhalla, the American Indian his Happy Hunting Ground, the zealot his City of Gold. All are real. Each is a portion of the overall reality.
“You’ll even find, here, those who claim that survival is nonsense,” he said. “They bang their nonmaterial tables with their nonmaterial fists and sneer at any suggestion of a life beyond matter. It’s the ultimate irony of delusion.
“Remember this,” he finished. “For everything in life, there’s a counterpart in afterlife. This includes the most beautiful as well as the ugliest of phenomena.”
I felt a chilling sensation as he said that; I didn’t know why and, somehow, didn’t want to know. Hastily, I changed the subject. “I feel awkward in this outfit
“It wasn’t instantaneous,” I said. “I felt myself moving.”
“That’s because it’s new to you,” he told me. “After you get used to it, it will be instantaneous. Try again.”
I looked at a spot beneath a birch tree some twenty yards away and visualized myself standing there.
The movement was so rapid, I couldn’t follow it. I cried out in surprise as I tumbled to the ground. There was no pain. I looked around to see Katie running toward me, barking.
Albert was beside me before she was; I didn’t see how he did it. “You’re trying too hard,” he said with a laugh.
My smile was sheepish. “Well, at least it didn’t hurt,” I said.
“It will never hurt,” he replied. “Our bodies are impervious to injury.”
I got on my knees and patted Katie as she reached me. “Does it frighten her?” I asked.
“No, no, she knows what’s happening.”
I stood up, thinking how Ann would enjoy it. Imagining the look on her face the first time she tried it. She always loved new, exciting things; loved to share them with me.
Before my sense of apprehension could return, I chose a hilltop several hundred yards away and visualized myself standing there.
A feeling of vibration again; I should say altering vibration. I blinked and I was there.
No, I wasn’t. I looked around in confusion. Albert and Katie were nowhere in sight. What had I done wrong now?
A flash of light appeared in front of me, then Albert’s voice said, “You went too far.”
I looked around for him. In between the blinking of my eyes, he was in front of me, holding Katie in his arms.
“What was that flash of light?” I asked as he set her down.
“My thought,” he said. “They can be transported too.”
“Can I send my thoughts to Ann then?” I asked quickly.
“If she were receptive to them, she might get something,” he answered. “As it is, sending thoughts to her would be extremely difficult if not impossible.”
Again, I willed away the deep uneasiness which thoughts of Ann produced in me. I had to have faith in Albert’s words. “Could I travel to England by thought?” I said, asking the first question to occur to me. “I mean England here, of course; I presume there is one.”
“There is indeed,” he said. “And you could travel there because you did in life, and know what to visualize.”
“What exactly are we?” I asked.
“In a counterpart of the United States,” he told me. “One naturally gravitates to the wave length of his own country and people. Not that you couldn’t live where you chose. As long as you were comfortable there.”
“There’s an equivalent, here, to every country on earth then?”
“At this level,” Albert answered. “In higher realms, national consciousness ceases to exist.”
“Higher realms?” I was confused again.
“My father’s house has many mansions, Chris,” he said. “For instance, you’ll find, in the hereafter, the particular heaven of each theology.”
“Which is right then?” I asked, completely baffled now.
“All of them,” he said, “and none. Buddhist, Hindu, Moslem, Christian, Jew—each has an after-life experience which reflects his own beliefs. The Viking had his Valhalla, the American Indian his Happy Hunting Ground, the zealot his City of Gold. All are real. Each is a portion of the overall reality.
“You’ll even find, here, those who claim that survival is nonsense,” he said. “They bang their nonmaterial tables with their nonmaterial fists and sneer at any suggestion of a life beyond matter. It’s the ultimate irony of delusion.
“Remember this,” he finished. “For everything in life, there’s a counterpart in afterlife. This includes the most beautiful as well as the ugliest of phenomena.”
I felt a chilling sensation as he said that; I didn’t know why and, somehow, didn’t want to know. Hastily, I changed the subject. “I feel awkward in this outfit
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