Love Story: In The Web of Life by Ken Renshaw (snow like ashes TXT) 📕

wouldn't have to find a place to park.Again, I noticed this unusual feeling or energy around my heart.'Interesting,' I thought.

As I turned the corner onto her street, I sawher standing at the curb, wearing light blue jeans, white tennisshoes, and a brown patterned blouse. 'That is a nice leggy look,' Ithought. She was rocking up and down on her toes, apparently inanticipation of the outing. She saw me, smiled broadly, picked up apicnic basket and a down jacket, and walked off the curb. As Istopped, she put the basket and her jacket in the back seat, andslid over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Tina always has animpish smile, as though she was up to something, or about topresent me with a surprise.

She looked at me in mock seriousness and said,"Two seats in the glider–you promised?"

That broke the ice and I laughed. "I called theairport and they have reserved a two seater for us."

"Are we going to fly far or land somewhereelse? Should I bring the picnic in case we get stranded on that drylake?"

"No," I said, "We will take off and get towedtoward the mountains. If we are lucky, there will be a wave we canfly back and forth on. We might fly for about an hour and land backwhere we started."

"What is a wave doing in thedesert?"

"The wind blows north from LA into the desertin advance of an approaching storm. If it is at the right speed anddirection as is passes over the mountains, the wind does a thinglike water flowing over a rock in a creek. It flows down and thenjumps up into a wave. This desert wave can go up tens of thousandsof feet. You are in for a great experience."

Tina smiled her impish smile and said, "Thissounds like fun, or maybe a little scary?"

"I think fun. In terms of soaring, this is likea day off."

"Can you tell me more about your new case?Elise was quite impressed with your interest in channeling. Oh,what did you think of Herondus?"

I paused for a minute. "I must say I wasimpressed. One of my assets as an attorney is my B.S. meter. I cansense a scam or a lie or a fraud very easily. I had the feelingthat it was all very real, although I am not yet too comfortablewith the idea of intelligences speaking from otherdimensions."

She interrupted, "Maybe your B.S. meter isreally a psychic perception. You might be a psychic practitionerand not realize it. Have you heard from Uriel lately?"

"No, but I have been learning about the thingshe suggested, out of necessity for my lawsuit. Events seem to beconspiring to lead me on that path."

"That seems to be the way things work for mewhen I am headed in the right direction," she observed. "AndHerondus?"

"First, I was very surprised by the meetingitself. I expected the audience would be a few dozen New Ageweirdoes or old hippies. They looked more like West LA or Hollywoodtypes, mostly affluent, pretty together as a lot. I was expecting amore Haight-Asbury, San Francisco crowd than a Rodeo Drive orMelrose crowd.

"Herondus upset me a little bit by running downlogical thinking. That is how I make a living! But, everything hewas saying about conscious thinking being only a small fraction ofour brain usage is supported by a whole lot of scientific research.I must admit that I use logical thinking to present a case forcertainty, as a shield against people knowing what I really amfeeling, That's what lawyers do. His whole idea of vulnerability isa bit foreign to me. I equate vulnerability to weakness, somethingone must avoid."

Tina wrinkled her nose and said, "Oh, I guessthat is a guy thing, being the warrior, defending the tribe,protecting the traditional ways. That kind of vulnerability isconcerned about making sure you don't have to experience something,such as being killed or having children or a wife carried off intoslavery. That kind of vulnerability starts with, 'I don't trustyou, so I have to defend myself against you.'"

"There is another kind of vulnerability thatbegins with trust. I encourage my high school students to practicebeing vulnerable in my creative writing class. When they have awriting assignment, I encourage them to write from their hearts,pick out topics that have personal meaning, explore ideas withoutworrying about what the other kids will think. In class, after thekids hand in their assignments, I pick a couple to read to theclass, without identifying the author. The students trust me toprotect their anonymity, although some times the topic is such thatthe other students can guess the author. Then, the studentscritique the writing. The authors can trust me to control thediscussion to prevent malicious comments and bullying and make thecriticism constructive. We sometimes get to address some verypersonal feelings. That is a good educationalexperience.

"My friends often talk about our emotionalvulnerabilities in relationships. One of my friends allowed herselfto trust a guy, she fell deeply in love with him and then had herheart broken when he dumped her. She is unconsciously havingdifficulty trusting and having that vulnerability with any managain. We always ask ourselves, 'Do I really want to risk reallygetting deeply involved with this guy, and possibly get dumped inthe end? Is he honest with me, or will he mislead me into thinkingwe are developing a relationship, when from his viewpoint, I amtemporary entertainment while he hunts for a mate that will fitinto his professional goals or will please his parents with theirethnic or religious values?' We usually do this questioning on anintuitive basis: we go with our gut or heart and feelings. There islittle logic in it. Maybe that is why we can be sovulnerable."

I sensed she was on the verge of a rant, so Iinterrupted. "Thanks, I think I understand a little more. But isn'tthis a genetic thing, instinctual, that is mostly in women? I can'trecall ever having a conversation with one of my friends about fearof getting too involved because we might get dumped. Sometimes onefriend who is getting involved with a lady will be warned, 'Becareful, you might get caught.' Caught is the opposite of dumped." I