LiTTLE CHERiNE Book 02 - post025

“It takes a lot of faith in you not to become frightened when you talk like that.”
“That was humour?”
“That and a little fear.”

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Britta joined us, but Andreas was at work. It might frighten off the poor Danish girl, I thought, when she sees so many beauties with him. It seemed to have the opposite effect. She joined us and she saw that Socrati hardly noticed the girls, that his eyes were on her all the time. His casual friendly way with the girls must have encouraged her to think he is more of an experienced lady’s man than she had thought. We kept the conversation very general for a while. It turned out she often visits Sweden and has been to the town where Britta comes from and they discussed it for a while.

“Sonja, if I may ask a rather personal question of you. We are very interested in the paranormal. Not ghosts and things like that. More in people who have extrasensory abilities. You done any reading on the subject?”

“Not really. I think it is more wishful thinking than fact, so I can’t be bothered with it. I think it is the same need that people have for a god. They want to feel there is someone more powerful who can look after them. Maybe it is the same as all those poor people who think they’ve met aliens.” We kept a straight face.

“A bit of a generalisation I feel. If you took part in an experiment and you saw something impossible happen, how would you react? Scream and run or want to learn more?”

“I do not scream and run! I think I would want to learn more.”

We were sitting at one of those tavernas near the beach. I paid and we took a walk - and kept on going until we were alone.

“Sonja, let’s do an experiment.”

“That paranormal thing you were talking about?”

“Yes. Look at my hand.” I held it up for her to see. I projected it into the face of a cat, it opened it’s mouth and hissed. I reverted it back to a hand. She stared, her face suddenly pale. She shook her head and laughed.

“That was clever. How did you hypnotise me so fast?”

“I did not. You really did see the head of a cat.”

“If I did, then you are a very good illusionist.”

“You really are going to give me a hard time aren’t you?” I grinned at her. “What would convince you?”

“You are right. I look for a logical explanation. You would have to do something that could not be explained in any way.”

“That is…hold on, maybe I can do it. Let’s go and sit on those rocks. I want to tell you a story.”

She gave a delighted laugh, her eyes crinkling up. “You are going to convince me by telling me a story!” She squeezed the arm of Socrati. “I like your friend Soc, he has a sense of humour.”

I changed the names, but told her about Cherine and I and how we developed and of the others who joined us. About the dancing, the healers and of our jumping. I felt that was enough.

“This healer. It can heal others too?”

“Anyone.”

“Of what.”

“From a scratch to cancer, or Aids.”

“You are serious? You expect me to believe you?”

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The only thing I had on me was a cheap ballpoint pen. I took it, showed it to her, let her prod and feel it until she was convinced it really is a ballpoint pen. As I took it from her, not giving myself time to think about it, I slammed it through my other hand that was resting on a rock. She screamed and as the blood welled up she looked as if she would faint. I held up the hand and she saw the blood and tip of the pen sticking out of my palm.

“Sonja, examine it please. Do not take too long, it is rather painful.” She could hardly bear to look, but I saw her horror as the blood spattered all over as I waved my hand, a drop landing on her jeans. She rubbed at it and saw the smear on her finger.

“Would you grab the pen and pull it out, that way you will feel it really is in my hand.” She refused, so I slowly pulled it out. She could see the skin raising slightly as it was pulled. Once it was out I made her examine it again.

“If I can heal this within, say ten seconds, would that convince you?” She nodded.

She saw the wound close and I wiped the blood away with my finger, she winced as I did that; then she saw the scar was gone. I walked over to the sea and washed my hand. As I held it in front of her face, showing her the palm too, I thought I had convinced her.

“I read about people like you. They said in a magazine article that the American army is experimenting, trying to find out how they heal so fast.”

“God! Socrati, are you sure? She will be impossible!” I saw the flash of anger on her face and decided I had to distract her. She was still trying to get rid of the stain on her jeans.

“Cher baby, get rid of the blood on her jeans please.” As she pulled her finger away she looked down and saw it fade away. Her face paled.

“That was real!! You really have these gifts!”

“You said you do not scream and run.” That stiffened her back. “Good. You are truly remarkable. I go through the pain of stabbing my hand and you get convinced by a drop of blood being removed from your jeans!”

We talked a fairly long time, the girls helping me out. I saw she was almost not convinced again, having begun to explain it all away in her mind.

“It is rather hot. I think some fruit and a coffee would do wonders for me. How about we go to Paphos for a change.”

“That is on the other side of the island! We can get fruit here.”

“It would be nice to sit at the old harbour, a different environment. It would only take a second or two. Come on. If jumping there does not convince you, I warn you Sonja, then I give up.”

We jumped, all of us arriving at the flat. She had a fit of hysterics and then cried for a long time. Once we had calmed her down, I found her totally convinced now. I went into a lot more detail. She slowly began to respond, ask questions.

“Sonja, it is important you understand, deep down in your heart, the key to our gifts is the ability to feel, to empathise. If I can feel your pain, your happiness, your love or hate, and you can feel all that in me, are we then not as one? Our strength comes from our love for each other. The love we are able to feel, you would not believe is possible. It is more magical than jumping here was. Would you like to feel what such love is like?” She nodded, her eyes wide, with disbelief or fear.

Cherine took the love I sent her and sent it to Rosie and back to me; as it grew between the three of us it reached a point where we felt our devotion to each other was far above anything a normal human could feel. Cherine sent it to Sonja. Her look turned to one of rapture. I let her enjoy it for as long as I could.

“That was the love Cherine, Rosie and I feel for each other.”

“My god, that was impossible. No heart can feel like that.”

“I told you love was the best part. Will you now stop fearing us?”

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I hope you enjoy reading this story of fantasy, adventure and love.

Note:

“I read about people like you. They said in a magazine article that the American army is experimenting, trying to find out how they heal so fast.”
This is not fiction, I, the author, really did see such an article. Never learnt whether the US Army had any successes.

Αλέξανδρος Ζήνον Ευσταθίου

(Alexander Zenon Eustace)
^{6th September, 2018}
* posted on Steemit: 6th September, 2018



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