Sedona Law 6 by Dave Daren (ebook pdf reader for pc .TXT) 📕

Gabriel read. “He wore shabby jeans, and a red hoodie and carried a backpack. He came to me in the night, and it would be the first of many. I don’t know how many encounters I had with Rashe, but I know that the experience lasted about one month in total. He came to me two or three times a week, and left several days in between. He told me to write down what I was experiencing, that way I could make the most of them.”

Gabriel held up a black leather journal for effect.

“This is where I took the notes over what had happened with Rashe,” he said. “Many things Rashe told me he asked me not to share publicly. Some things were for now, some are for later. So, I study the notes and keep them hidden in my heart for when I might need them.”

Gabriel then returned to his book and continued to read. “

“He told me I had been chosen to go on a journey with him,” Gabriel read. “He said that many are called, but few are chosen. I could accept or deny his offer. He held out his hand, and when I took it, a new part of my life began.”

Gabriel looked around, with a somber expression at the gathered group. A couple of them sat listening with rapt attention, but most listened politely.

“Rashe’s hand was warm, and as soon as I took it, I felt a burst of electricity run through my veins,” Gabriel read.

He set down the book and pointed to an area on his forearm.

“In some ways,” he said, “I can still feel it. It was like burning all up in here. When it happened, it was like a new beginning for me. I felt like portals in my brain were opened up. I could see colors brighter, and I could think clearer. At the time, I had a little head cold, and it went away instantly when Rashe touched me.”

A murmur washed over the crowd. I listened and I suddenly remembered the way my parents had met. They followed around a Hindu guru, who held meetings in a hut in a field.

“When I was with Rashe,” Gabriel picked up the book and read, “we weren’t confined by time and space. When I was with him, we could walk through walls. Sometimes we would go on a journey together for days, and I would come back to my earthly body, and barely a few minutes had passed on the clock.”

He laughed and shook his head. “The first time he lifted my spirit out of my body, I could see my sleeping body in my bed. It was the weirdest feeling I had ever had. I was with Rashe, and we were in the ceiling. Then, we traveled out of the house, and that was when it all began.”

Gabriel set the book down and studied the crowd with a sobered look.

“The entire experience is here in this book,” he shook the book, “for anyone that wants to buy it. But, if anyone is interested in going on their own journey, Rashe gave me instructions on how to usher others into their experiences. I would love to do that tonight for anyone. Is anyone interested?”

Okay. I’d had enough. I felt a little cheated. I’d been invited to play Pictionary, and instead this guy is trying to sell me his book and his juju. I never have had a good experience around this guy. I raised an eyebrow at Vicki, who nodded, and we silently rose to exit the party as quietly as we could. Apparently, that wasn’t the way to do it.

“Ahh…” Gabriel shouted. “We have two takers. Vicki and Henry. Come on over here. Let me impart to you the wisdom of Rashe.”

A loud applause emitted from everyone in the room.

“Come,” Gabriel gestured gregariously. “Come.  All are welcome.”

“I’m sorry, Gabriel,” I said. “No offense to Rashe. We had a pretty strict time limit for tonight.”

“No, no,” Gabriel said. “There are no clocks here. We don’t believe in clocks.”

“What?” I asked.

“We don’t have clocks in this house,” he said. “We believe in natural time. Let the universe do the work inside of you. Don’t limit yourself by time.”

“You have no clocks?” I repeated as I glanced around the room.

I didn’t, in fact, notice any timepieces in the room.

“No,” he said. “In fact, we leave our cell phones in our vehicles, and we communicate by landline telephone. So, there is no time in this house, people. We are not bound by time. Time is a social construct that we can choose to accept or reject. And, Julianna and I, as a household, reject that construct. I urge you all to do the same. It is amazing how much freer we are, not to be bound by time. Is that right, babe?”

Julianna had a beer by this point, and silently raised it to him.

A murmur of approval went through the room.

“We reject time!” Gabriel shouted, and everyone cheered and applauded.

I contemplated the urge to point out the logical fallacies in that argument, but then thought better of it. It didn’t matter. If the guy wanted to live in denial, I guessed that was his prerogative. It would make it difficult to participate in the business world in any way. But who was I to deny him the momentary joy that he would feel until the bills started piling up?

“No time, no time,” Gabriel started a chant, and it slowly gained momentum in the party.

Vicki and I took the opportunity to slip out. As soon as we were in the hall, we heard Julianna behind us.

“Hey,” she called out.

Vicki winced in pain as the elevator dinged. “I don’t have time for this,” she murmured as she stepped into it. “I seriously have got to