Love Story: In The Web of Life (8 page)

"What do you think about the case so
far?"

"I can handle it, but I will be a little
uncomfortable about the subject matter for a while. Steve Manteo is
a highly credentialed and decorated remote sensing psychic spy from
the US cold war intelligence effort. He tried to help in a Search
and Rescue mission in the Sierras. He told the Sheriff exactly
where the lost girl was. The Sheriff blew him off and had him
escorted off the premises. The search and rescue operation searched
the wrong area, and the lost girl was found frozen to death later
in exactly the place where the Steve predicted. The parents of the
girl have a civil case against the county and the Sheriff, alleging
that the Sheriff was negligent for not using all the resources
available to him.

"I will have to show that remote sensing is a
scientifically valid way to locate a missing person: Steve Manteo
was qualified to find the girl and that he was correct in what he
told the Sheriff."

Phil observed, "I sense you are a little
uncomfortable with all this."

"Frankly," I replied, "I am a little bit afraid
I will lose my scientific credibility among my peers in the patent
law crowd. I might become the topic of jokes among my peers. Colson
assures me that the scientific validity is there. Dore is making
the introductions for me to meet with people who have been doing
research in the field."

"Dave, we assigned you to this because if
anyone can make the scientific case, you can. Let me know if you
start to feel that there is not a good scientific case. We can pass
the case off to one of the firms that specialize in legal circuses.
Colson said he didn't want to go that way. He wants to establish
the scientific validity of this psychic stuff, as well as help the
distressed parents.

"Keep me informed," Phil said as he rose from
sitting, signaling the end of the meeting.

I was sweating, and my hands were wet. I was
apprehensive about where this was taking my career.

As I returned to my office, Zaza asked, "Are
you a bad boy? You look white."

'No, everything is fine,' I lied and thought,
'what in the world have I got into?'

I checked my email, then googled
Remote Sensing
. After reading a
while, I thought of channeling and then thought of Tina. I texted
her the message that I'd like to find out about
channeling.

As I was about to leave the office, I got a
call from Tina. "I'd be delighted to introduce you to channeling.
You are in luck. One of the best, Herondus, is having an evening of
channeling Friday night at a hotel down by the airport. I have a
staff meeting after school, but I can meet you there. It starts at
8:00."

"Great!" I replied. "Want to make it dinner
too?"

"Can't. I wouldn't be able to get there until
after seven. I'll meet you in the lobby. Oh, by the way it costs
fifty bucks."

"No problem," I replied. "My treat."

"In that case it will be one hundred bucks,"
she said with a giggle. “I have to go now. I'll see you in the main
ballroom lobby of the Adventure Hotel about 7:30 on Friday.
Bye."

"Bye," I replied as she hung up. She didn't
seem very friendly. I wished I could see her. I felt a little bit
empty.

Friday at 7:30, I was in the main ballroom
lobby of the Adventure Hotel on Century Boulevard, the street that
runs parallel to the runway at LAX. The hotel was one of the better
ones at LAX. It had changed hands after the financial crash in
2008, had recently reopened after being remodeled and updated, now
with a European-modern feel with backlighted glass panels, chrome
fixtures, and chrome legged lobby chairs. I peeked in the ballroom
and was surprised that it would seat several hundred people. A few
people, early birds, were seated near the front, hands in lap, eyes
closed, gently smiling: apparently meditating. Soft New Age music
played. A door attendant said I couldn't go in until I had
registered, and pointed to a table behind which two ladies were
collecting money and credit cards and having people sign what
looked like a legal form. I was surprised the people who were
registering were very normal looking. Some were professionals in
business clothes, others in jeans, and casual attire. Many looked
as if they bought their clothes at those trendy stores on Melrose
Avenue, where you can buy jeans with holes in the knees for
hundred-fifty dollars. I noticed two ladies with long brunette
hair, combed straight, hair much longer than it might be naturally,
and probably weaved at some expensive Beverly Hills
shop.

'This is not New Age,' I thought, 'I had been
expecting people to look more like the clerks in the health food
store.'

I saw Tina approaching, accompanied by another
woman who was taller than Tina, with short black hair, in a kind of
pixie cut, maybe in her early thirties, looking kind of academic,
but with soft, friendly eyes They both were dressed as though they
had come from a college classroom, in jeans, sneakers, and sweaters
over simple tops.

'The old wingman trick,' I thought. Women
appear with a friend when they need protection from unwanted
advances or conversations.

Tina walked up and gave me a kiss on the cheek
and a firm hug and backed away to make the introduction.

"Dave, this is Elise Burton. Elise, This is
Dave Willard."

"Hi Dave," said Elise, "Tina has told me all
about you,"

I felt a little naked.

"Elise did her dissertation on the study of
about fifty channels who have meetings around the LA area. Herondus
is on the top of her list. If you want to know a lot more about
channeling she is a good person to talk to. We had better register
and stake out some good seats."

I quickly walked over and got in line for the
registrar. Elise was behind me. When the registrar looked at me, I
said "Three" and produced my credit card.

She ran my card and gave me three of the legal
forms, which were also tickets, and brochures of upcoming events. I
handed one to Elise and one to Tina. Elise looked
shocked.

"You didn't have to...." started Elise, rolling
her eyes.

"Yes he did..." interrupted Tina smiling
broadly as she walked over, took my arm affectionately, and steered
me to the entrance.

"All for research," I said, as we walked
through the door to the ballroom.

The ambiance of the room was electric, like the
crowd at a big football game waiting for the kickoff, or like the
crowd in a theater anticipating the start of a highly–acclaimed
action movie. Old friends were greeting each other affectionately.
Everyone was smiling and introducing themselves to people around
them. It looked like many of the people were Hollywood types, the
behind-the-camera kind. I saw an actor I recognized-probably from
some sitcom-but didn't know his name. There seemed to be slightly
more women than men. We sat down in a middle row, Tina next to me,
Elise next to her.

Tina patted me on the knee, smiled, whispered,
"I didn't tell Elise about Uriel," and then put her hands in her
lap, closed her eyes and apparently began to meditate.

'That's a relief,' I thought. I looked at the
brochure. Tonight's topic was "The Logic of Illogic."

I thought, 'I think I am being
sandbagged.'

The lady sitting next to me smiled and said,
"Hello, I am Marilyn, isn't this exciting! Where are you
from?"

"I don't live far from here," I replied. "How
about you?"

"You're lucky-I'm from Vancouver. Are you here
for the weekend workshop?"

"No, I am only here for this evening. This is
my first time to one of these events."

She beamed, "How nice. In an evening, you will
get some amazing information. However, in a weekend your life can
change in some important ways."

I looked at the brochure and saw that tonight's
session was a precursor to a two-day program, New Ways To Think
About Thought, which cost nine hundred dollars to attend. I
thought, 'These people are serious.' I had always thought this New
Age stuff was for hippies and bored housewives with nothing else to
do but go to yoga classes and sit on the floor in cross-legged
postures wearing designer yoga outfits. As I scanned the room, I
calculated that the gross from this event was probably something
like a quarter-million dollars.

Then, the room started to get quiet. The lights
lowered, and a man walked onto the stage smiling and greeting
people in the audience. He sat down in a comfortable chair in the
middle of a small stage. Next to the chair on a table was a large
bouquet of flowers, obviously the product of an upscale
florist.

He sat down and picked up a microphone and
smiled as he looked around the room. "It is a pleasure to back in
Los Angeles and see so many old friends. But, you didn't come here
to hear me so I will get out of the way and let Herondus come
through. He closed his eyes and placed his hands in his lap. All
was silent for about two minutes, and then he smiled, picked up the
microphone, with his eyes still closed and said:

"Greetings on this
evening
as you know time to exist. It is always
a delight to visit with you in this space-time here, now, in what
you call Los Angeles. Some of you have come from what you call far
and others from what you call near, but it is a pleasure to share
this group energy, a bright spot in space-time. Some have been
sharing thoughts with us for years, and others are here for the
first time: we welcome you all, to tonight and for those of you who
will be staying, for the weekend. We have exciting things to share
with you about what you call thought."

He paused and turned his head from side-to-side
and then continued:

"But first, let us do a melding of all our
energy. This is not a meditation. This is a chance for us to
quietly spend a few moments with each of you. Close your eyes and
sit relaxed while we greet each of you."

The soft music came on as I closed my eyes. I
was thinking about Tina and then wondering about Elise, and then my
mind and body relaxed. For a moment I felt a surge of energy, kind
of like joy, but not exactly, and then felt very peaceful, and my
attitude of cautious judgment disappeared. After a few minutes, the
music went down and I heard Herondus say:

"You can open your eyes again."

Tina squeezed my hand.

Herondus continued:

"
The logic of
illogic.
That is the kind of word construction of
ideas, that you can have in your civilization, which we love. One
idea swallows another in the same sentence.

"Many on your planet think that logic is the
highest form of thought. It is only something that your human
species uses to deal with the physical universe.
Logic does not exist in the structure of the
physical universe: it is an overlay that your physical brain uses
to interpret what you perceive as your surroundings.
The physical universe existed in the way it is long before
your species acquired what you call logic through genetic
evolution. In the vastness of what you call the space of the
universe, and in the spaces within atoms, there is no such thing as
logic. Logic is created in specific parts of your physical brain as
your scientists are now exploring with what you call MRIs. People
who have that part of their brain damaged can no longer think or
act logically.

"The lion chasing prey, in what you call
Africa, does not think logically, saying to herself, 'If I run this
way the prey will run that way and then I can corner them over
there.' The lion simply chases its prey without any internal verbal
dialog.

"
Logic, language, or
symbols only exist in your physical brain.
They are a
product of activities in other parts of your physical
brains."

"That which you call your subconscious mind,
and your spirit level, is where all your true thinking
occurs.
You, the spirit, think in abstract
ideas, concepts, and pictures, and have no language, as you know
it.
There are not English speaking, Spanish speaking,
or Russian speaking subconsciousnesses or spirits. Language is
added by parts of your brain. The human brain is a physical part of
the body.
You as spirit, resident in a
body, communicate ideas, concepts, and pictures to your physical
brain that then translates them to language and logical
structure.
When your body speaks, it is expressing a
translation of an abstract idea. When your body hears another
person speak, your brain translates the language to the abstract
form understood by the spiritual you.

"In our world we are only what you would call
spirits, we are in a non-physical realm. We can create the idea of
an apple tree at will without going out to find one. If we want an
apple we can create the idea of it in our hand, which we also
create.

"In your physical world, if you want an apple,
you must create a sequence of events that align with your logical
view of the physical universe. If you want an apple, you must
logically figure out where an apple is and then devise a logical
strategy to go where it is and get it. If you find an apple tree,
then you must logically figure out how to climb to pick the
apple.