With the Sunbeam shining in the basement window I am drawn to the sounds of soft crying outside, in the yard behind the church is a garden. I quickly run out through the dining room, up stairs out through the hall behind the stage to a backdoor. I turn to my right and there sitting on the wet grass is Jennifer in her bare feet. As my own eyes are still trying to focus through my own tears, I notice the dewdrops sparkling in the morning light. I feel strangely relieved to see her. We are enclosed on the side of a green wooded bank sloping down to a river I can not see.
"Jennifer are you alright," I ask. I'm to my surprise holding my Coffee and Croissant and I pass them to her while I sit down cross legged. "Would you like a bite?"
Without looking up, "I don't want people see me so sad like this." "I don't know why I get this way." She looks up at me and sees my face wet, and slowly starts to smile, and even giggles a little bit. She is every bit a radiant being. "Oh I'm sorry, you know what I'm talking about." For a moment I'm seeing myself through her eyes again and I'm very upset and happy at the same time. I try to look away but I remember that I'm here to find other readers.
So I ask her, "Jennifer?" "You mentioned you thought you may be another me." "What did you mean?"
"All my life I've been living in at least two different place at a time." "I have this strange awareness of other people as if I'm never alone." "I'm often more aware of what others feel than I am of myself." "Add in all the other strange phenomena that you based your whole career on, and well, Phillip?" "What is happening to us?"
Without intending I shift my weight over to her left side and we put arms around each other softly. Leaning toward each other we are both shivering from the emotions we are sharing. It seems silly but I am completely helpless to steer the conversation to what is obvious. Jennifer is probably right. We may be simultaneous incarnations of the same consciousness in separate bodies.
"Jennifer?" "For the time being, let's play this down.""I'm afraid I think I know all too well what you are talking about." I'm starting to see a delicate play of the diamond patterned NADA colorfully dancing in the droplets on the grass, on her face, in her eyes, in the air all around us. "It is Kriyas." "If what you are saying is true, and as far as I can tell You could be a person I've been in silent contact with, I don't want this getting out." "This in fact may be one of those things that by itself doesn't have to be important, and it really isn't anyone else's business." "At this point I'm glad I got to meet you." "What do you think we should do?" "Every dream I've ever had is pressing on my awakened mind." I have arrived.
She sniffles and laughs. She is observably relieved. "I don't know." "I suppose you are right, what is there to do." "I guess I'm happy to know that what I'm seeing is something I can share with someone, but I still feel like I'm supposed to be doing something." "How many people like us do you think are out there?" "This isn't something like a cold like you could catch from somebody, is it?"
I am so taken aback by seeing the world through her eyes, her body, her personality, that I totally forgot I'm actually here, right now. In between us is a sunburst. A blazing consciousness of being shining a single light. the world disappears.
"Phillip?" "Are you alright?" except the words came from my mouth. My eyes focus and we look at each other and both start laughing. "I probably need some more sleep." She picks up my Coffee and hands it back to me. It's gone cold but it's still tastes good.
