"TALES OF GHOSTS"
about Love and Death from the Land of Mists
a collection of short stories
in the “Playing Another Reality” series
"LOVE ME NOW!"
12. ORACLE
What the devil pulled me to touch on that topic! Truly: the less you know, the sweeter you sleep!
We were returning home from a conference, or rather, each of us to own house.
“Promise me!” I said to Lucas.
“What, darling?”
“We’ll meet in the next life. I want to spend my whole life with you! And definitely a happy one!”
“Are you unhappy now?”
“Is it possible to be happy when you are in one country, I am in another, and everyone has their own life? I want to live in a big house by the sea, with you and our kids, with a cat and a dog! Although… next time, it looks like we’ll have to solve tasks of a different scale, to create something globally important. It’s not for nothing we are constantly bumping into each other, and moreover, in such a narrow field of quantum physics and wave genetics!”
“And what does ‘your theory’ say about this?” Lucas smiled, referring to my conclusions, based on the mountain of philosophical books I had read.
“People meet again if they have left a situation unresolved. For example, a person offended someone, and the offended one didn’t forgive the offender. So they will meet to part without any offense. Their souls are bound by invisible ties…”
“Are you suggesting that I take offense at you?”
“No way! That’s better, as an option: people lacked love of each other, or …”
“Debtors are being returned, I understand,” Lucas smiled. “What else?”
“Also, as you know, opposites attract each other!”
“What if I appear to you as scary as the devil himself?”
“Don’t abuse your own appearance and don’t mock those whose appearance leaves much to be desired, and next time you will appear in the world radiant again!”
“And what will you appear to the world as?”
“Well, if you are a devil, I am an angel, I suppose!” such a comparison made me laugh, and I instantly returned to my conclusions. “In theory, in subsequent lives, people usually develop the talents and inclinations they possessed in previous lives. So a genius is born one day, but one never knows how many lives it took him to become genius. In general, it’s logical to assume that you and I will make some kind of breakthrough in the field of the Other Reality, a quantum leap! We will take the planet to the next level of being!”
“Will you go to a monastery to become a Teacher?”
“You don’t have to go to a monastery for that! However, if I go there, you have also to end up in a monastery! As a novice, for example!”
“I hope in a women’s one?”
“Ha-ha-ha! Yes, relax, in any case, you’ll feel me, and I’ll feel you!”
“Well, we have to agree the place where we’ll meet!”
“Haven’t we already agreed?” I laughed.
“By the sea… in a luxurious villa… with white yachts!”
“By the sea … in a monastery cell … with bee hives!”
We both laughed.
“Why don’t you ask your friend the Oracle about our future?” Lucas wondered in all seriousness. “Then you’ll share his revelation with me, and I’ll make a note for myself in the Astral Tablets so as not to forget where to incarnate next time!”
The Oracle was too famous in the world (rather, even in all of them!) to bother him by phone in broad daylight, so I decided to write him a letter.
However, when the text was ready to be sent, the lights and the PC suddenly went out, because of the power outage. Half an hour later everything was working, I went back to the e-mail, wrote the text almost to the end, but I was called by the management, and when I returned, finished writing and tried to send the letter again, the mail server politely informed me that it was temporarily unavailable due to maintenance service.
After lunch, I re-typed the text that I had already leant by heart, but I made a mistake in the address of the recipient, and the letter came back to me. I corrected the address and sent it again, however, the Oracle replied that he couldn’t decode the message, since – instead of letters – he had got a solid abracadabra! I forwarded the letter in two other encodings with the same result. Three times I typed the text in Word to send the letter as an attached file, but each time, by clicking on the ‘Save’ button, Word fell, while the document wasn’t saved automatically and, accordingly, couldn’t be restored!
After all, the Oracle called me himself with a proposal to formulate the question orally, which I did with great pleasure. The Oracle left for the Astral and dialed me again after return.
“You won’t incarnate again, Angela,” he said with a slight sadness.
“What’s?!” I exclaimed in surprise. “I still have to do so much on Earth!”
“Does your life end today?”
“And what shall I do there?”
“And who told you that you would stay exclusively there? You’ll be an Angel. One of the Warriors of Light.”
“And Lucas? Will I meet him?”
“Undoubtedly.”
“By the sea?” I asked dreamily.
“In the valley…” the Oracle replied reluctantly, and after a pause he added, “by the hill of Megiddo… At the last battle…”
***
After that conference, Lucas and I broke up on my initiative. Perhaps the Oracle’s words played a role, too.
Do I regret it? Yes. Who knows the way our story would actually develop further? I know only one thing: having plunged headlong into the world of quantum physics, I couldn’t find and live my ‘human’ love.
Having served my time on Earth, I continued serving in the Mental Sphere. Lucas hasn’t returned yet, and I have no access to the Ladder. So I’m learning to transmit mentally all the information he needs from the field of wave genetics.
My request to the Tablets about the reliability of the Oracle’s prediction hasn’t been answered yet. And I still cherish my earthly dream of having my own house by the sea, with Lucas and our kids, with a cat and a dog, despite the fact that I have no business trips on Earth in sight for the next century.
January, 2003