Winters Family Psi Chronicles 2: Project Onyx by John O'Riley

compound. For the first time in his entire life, Brian felt no trace of disharmonious energy pinging at his empathic senses. Teresa carried her own suitcase and Brian carried his. He wondered what clothes she’d chosen to bring. Normally, it would have annoyed him that she’d done this but such peaceful waves of energy washed over him that he discovered he didn’t care at all. He placed his suitcase down by his bed. The house was only partially furnished as Jason hadn’t moved yet. Everyone’s room was well lit with a skylight and the living room boasted the largest window.
    “This is so big. Everyone has a home like this?” Teresa asked.
    “This is the basic model. They also have some four and five bedroom models for families,” Jason said.
    Teresa gazed at the spacious living room with undisguised admiration and longing. The terrazzo floor was beautiful with flecks of sparkling silver. Beige curtains adorned the windows and the skylight offered a breathtaking view of the blue sky and lush evergreens hanging overhead. Jason lived only a couple of blocks from the wellness center so they walked. The wellness center was in a larger dome-shaped building. The lobby offered a dozen empty seats for waiting and a pleasant aroma of lavender mixed with mint permeated the air. The walls were painted a light blue and the receptionist was seated behind a desk at the far end of the room typing at the computer. She wore turquoise scrubs and a gold colored name tag identified her as Rebecca. She had curly blond hair and bright blue eyes.
    “Welcome,” she said. “I’m Rebecca, one of the healers.”
    “Why are you at the front desk?” Teresa asked.
    “We take turns,” she explained. “You must be Teresa. And you’re Jason and Brian?”
    “Good to meet you,” Brian said.
    Jason smiled and nodded.
    “Excellent. I’ve alerted the others that you’re here,” Rebecca said.
    A dark-haired man in his early thirties dressed in turquoise scrubs identical to Rebecca’s, entered the room. A gold name tag pinned to the upper right-hand portion of his uniform identified him as Adam. His brown eyes swept over them and he offered a friendly smile of greeting.
    “Welcome to the wellness center. I’m Adam, the primary healer assigned for Brian’s treatment,” he said.
    He shook hands with everyone then showed them to one of the treatment rooms which resembled a bedroom. It had a glistening terrazzo floor with a queen-sized bed boasting a faux suede blue comforter, several tasteful paintings on the walls, an oak dresser, a large oval-shaped mirror, two padded rocking chairs, and a closet.
    “The treatment will last for five hours per day and should be completed in five days,” Adam said. “It will consist of a combination of psychic healing methods and self-help, one-on-one sessions with a tutor.”
    “Interesting,” Teresa said.
    “After Brian has completed two sessions, you are welcome to visit him during the rest of the treatments,” Adam said. “Lin would like to speak with you. I’d like to start right away.”
    “I wish to observe the first treatment,” Teresa said.
    “It’s perfectly safe and we will require only trained healers to interact with Brian for the first two sessions,” Adam said firmly.
    “All right,” Teresa said.
    “We’ll go talk to Lin,” Jason said.
    Teresa stood near the doorway gazing at her son with indecision. Jason gently grasped her left arm and she reluctantly left the building.
    “Please have a seat,” Adam said.
    Brian chose the rocking chair closest to the bed and Adam sat down beside him on the other one.
    “I’m going to perform touch healing on you. Let me know if you feel any discomfort,” Adam said conversationally.
    “Okay,” Brian acknowledged.
    Adam reached out and gently grasped Brian’s upper, left arm. Adam closed his eyes and directed a flow of psychic energy into Brian. After several moments, Brian felt a strange sense of motion as if the room shifted