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Sacred Fall

Chapter 2

...The woman's message, like her voice, had been crisp and businesslike - "Hi, Anna? This is Dyane Burns. Dyane with a 'y.' I got your number from the actor, Edmeads Tapp. I've been having a terrible dream. Edmeads thought you might be able to help me, and he said you work on the phone, so I'd like to make an appointment for a psychic reading. Could I do that as soon as possible?" She left three phone numbers, all with LA prefixes.

...It didn't feel like life and death, but her voice had changed when she said the words, "as soon as possible." I had saved the message in case I wanted to listen to it again. How did it feel to me? Like quicksand. Was the caller sinking in something or was the sinking feeling my response to the call? I dialed the first number.

..."Hello, this is Anna Seavey, I'm returning Dyane Burns' call. Is she available?" I heard sounds in the background, a meeting was going on. Then the voice that had been on my message machine, "great, no, I'll take it ‹ excuse me for a minute, I'll be right back." That's one of the good things about my work. People come to me. They come because they need me. When I call them back they take the call. I heard a door close. Then her voice, a bit hushed, as if she didn't want the others to hear. "Hi. Thanks for calling. Edmeads said you were the best. We did a movie together a couple of years ago. Should I tell you my dream now." ..."No, let's schedule a session. How¹s next Thursday? I¹ve got a space at ten in the morning." ..."Can it be sooner? Please. What about Monday? Just give me a time and I'll make it work." She wasn't frantic, but the change in her voice was there again. It went from all-business to little-girl. ..."Give me a second." I put the phone down on the desk and took a couple of breaths to center myself. Waited a couple of beats. It felt fine. "Five o'clock my time on Monday works for me."

..."That's great. Perfect. Do I call you?"

..."You do. The session will be about an hour long, I send you the tape afterwards. Don't plan anything too demanding later . . . you might feel like you need to lie down and nap afterwards, especially if we do a lot of energy work."

..."Energy work?"

..."With a bad dream there's probably underlying anxiety, emotional stuff we'll be clearing away. It might leave you a bit tired or spacey. You'll feel better though."

..."Am I in trouble now?"

..."I¹m not tuned in right now, but I have a feeling you're sinking and you¹re scared. That's what we want to change."

..."You're exactly on. Can you change the situation I'm in?"

...I hesitated. "That's not how it usually works. But if we do some good work and your feeling changes, then the situation usually changes too ‹ It gets better, one way or another."

..."Great."

..."I'm going to give you an image for some dreaming. Use it tonight and also Sunday night."

...I felt the energy strengthen as the familiar litany began - "As you're going to sleep imagine that you're moving through light-filled mist, not ominous, but cool and comfortable." My voice deepened slightly and I could feel the sinking feeling that swirled around her like a shadow begin to ease. "You'll find yourself on a path, and as soon as you're on the path you're going to feel better. You'll remember that you know where you're going . . . ," the incantation intensified, "you may not be able to see quite clearly, but you'll feel confident of your direction, safe . . . ." I continued with a few more images until the sinking feeling had completely dispersed.

...I hung up and sat for a moment at my desk, chin in hand. I spend most of every work day in my office on the second floor. The room is small, only about eleven feet square, but the entire front wall is sliding glass doors, which open to the upstairs lanai and a view of mountains and palm trees framed by magenta bougainvillea growing across the railing. Without getting up from my desk I can see the lily pond and the long stretch of garden below, and I can look out the narrow jalousie window on my right if I want to check who's at the front gate.

...Below me Will strode purposefully by with an armload of papayas and a machete, heading towards the house from the bigger pond at the back. Fleurie trotted at his side with a stuffed teddy bear in her mouth. Will felt me watching and waved the machete without looking up.

...The sinking feeling was coming back. What was going on?

...I felt uneasy. Intrigued, but uneasy. I shook the feeling off. It was hers, not mine. I needed to be aware of it. It was my job to help her dump it, if possible, but it wasn¹t mine and I didn't need to keep feeling it.

...I was halfway down the stairs when my phone rang. Sometimes the rings were like an invitation. Surprise. Surprise. Here's something you want to hear. Other times they were demanding. Speak to me now. I need your help now. What was this one? Definitely surprise. A good one. I dashed back up the stairs and grabbed the phone.

I hope you will enjoy these opening chapters! Your comments and endorsements would be very welcome. Please send them via e-mail to my agent, Roger Jellinek, at jellinek@lava.net. Please return to this page for the opening chapters of The Forest of Kan, a sequel to Sacred Fall, which will be appearing here soon.

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