by S. Poulos
dissolved?"
"This I cannot answer for each soul prepares his own environment. The Lord provides each individual with a free will and everyone gets what he deserves. He does not intervene arbitrarily."
The chairman asked, "Can you elaborate a bit more about this?"
"The most I can say is that the law of gravity plays a big role in this. The lighter a soul is the higher it will go. The heavier a soul is the lower. Now this is a general picture. But there is one other law that also plays an immense part here. That is the law of attraction of homogenous species. So we will have lighter noble souls assembling in specific lighter areas, or spheres, and heavier and gross souls assembling in lower heavier spheres, but it can vary as much as man varies."
"Can someone escape from their environment? Can someone from a lower sphere rise to a higher, or vice versa?"
"It can, but it is much more difficult than here on Earth. This is why Earth is such an important transit point for man's evolution. Here on Earth, the good and the bad ones are rubbing shoulders, constantly, and the bad can learn and can be influenced from the good if they so will. In the beyond, the law of the attractions of homogenous species brings together souls with similar characteristics, and as everyone is more or less the same, they assume that this is how life is and settle with that. It takes much courage, and a heart-full prayer, in order for help to come, but if someone wills it so, so it will happen."
The vice-chairman hearing all this felt sad, and ashamed. He remembered before his earthly death how agitated he would become when someone brought this into conversation. He felt so much remorse, so much sorrow, that he wished he had a cigarette. He saw a lonely figure away from the rest of the mourners, smoking a cigarette, so he went over next to this guy. Whenever the smoker inhaled, the vice-chairman also felt the sensation of it, not as strongly as when he was over the other-side, but enough to feel a bit better, so he left the smoker and mingled with the mourners again.
He wanted to go back to hear what the trio were saying, but he also wanted to listen to the others, before they dispersed. He went to a group of WCFET members. They were discussing the up and coming election on the WCFET. Most of the members affirmed the notion that if the vice-chairman was still alive, he would be the favorite to win the elections.
He went to another group. They were gossiping about the circumstances of finding his body at the television station. It was amusing to hear all these people talking of something with all gossip and theories.
He left them and he went to another group, but he left immediately, as they were talking about basketball. The next one was engrossed in small talk. He was ready to go to listen to the trio again, when, far away from the rest of the mourners, completely isolated, he saw the four members of the group elected to solve the 'Teacher problem'.
He was their boss, and now without him, they looked like a herd without a shepherd, he thought. From far away as he saw them, they looked to be in a serious discussion, so he decided to listen for a while.
When he reached them, one of them was finishing his phrase, saying, "...and we have to act fast."
"I don't think so," another said. "We don't want to make the same mistake as the vice-chairman did. We have to be as cool as a cucumber, and when the opportunity arrives, and then we will strike."
"You don't understand," the third said. "The issue here is not when we are going to strike, the issue is, how are we going to strike? Will that be through legal channels, or should we follow the means of our vice-chairman? The one is arduous and long, and the other instant and final."
The vice-chairman started to scream, and slap as hard as he could at the guy, saying, 'Don't you ever make the same mistake as I did! Don't you ever!", but no matter how hard he hit him, how loud he screamed, the man was not taking any notice.
Exhausted, and completely disheartened, the vice-chairman collapsed on the ground, and lost consciousness.
When the vice-chairman regained consciousness, the funeral parade was on the way to the cemetery. He spotted the car where the four were riding and jumped in it. He was amazed how easily he could move around, almost at will. He heard them again talking of how to solve the Teacher problem, and how in a way, they felt guilty of letting him down. They were convinced that they had to make it up to him.
Frightened and full of sorrow and anguish for what was coming, he felt that he had to do something about it; after all he was the reason for this four to be feeling so strongly about it. He had to do something, but what?
He left the car tormented with the idea that they would commit an act for which he would be responsible. In his despair, his mind went back to the Teacher. He floated above the cars of the funeral parade, and finally he spotted the right car. The young man was driving, and the Teacher with the chairman sat in the back. He sat in the front next to the driver, but unfortunately for him, they had stopped talking; they all were withdrawn into their own thoughts.
Fearing that the time for the burial would come soon, the vice-chairman leaned towards the rookie and told him in a commanding voice, "Ask the Teacher if the deceased can communicate with the living ones."
He waited for a while, and as he desperately tried to understand what else he could do, abruptly Michael cut the silence as with a knife, and asked the Teacher, "Teacher, if a deceased one wants to contact a living one, say for example, if the vice-chairman wants to contact one of his friends, can he do it?"
"Under certain circumstances he can."
The vice-chairman was hanging on the lips of the Teacher, anxiously waiting to see if there was something he could do to avoid this crime.
"And what are these circumstances?"
"For example, through a medium."
"I know about that, or rather I've heard about that, but is there another way?"
"If the vice-chairman wanted to come in contact directly, he could use the body of a child with special radiations of the blood. Through this special emanation of some children's blood, the deceased can draw some strength from them, in order to form a kind of message, but with the possibility is always a danger to the child's life."
"Does this happen, Teacher? I never heard about it."
"It happens, but mainly from earthbound spirits, doing it to annoy someone, or to tease."
The vice chairman went out of the car, with some hope appearing in the horizon for the first time. He thought amusingly, they are going to have a wedding, without a groom. He left the funeral in a hurry. The only chance he had was to see if he could leave a message through one of their kids. Out of the four, three-committee members were married with kids. He knew where they all lived, for he used to visit them occasionally.
Although he felt bound with his earthly body, he was amazed how easily he could float or walk along in the streets of the city.
He choice to start with the closest one, this member had three kids, and although he didn't have a special position in the committee, he was up and coming and very ambitious. His was an average house in a modest suburb.
The vice-chairman entered the house without having to open the door. He found it amusing, but also intrusive. Nevertheless, he could not be sentimental. The kids were there, and so was his friend's wife.
The time to start his experiment came. According to the Teacher, whom he would not dare question any more, it would be possible to lift or write things or leave a kind of a message through the radiations that emanate from some children.
Well, here is the opportunity for it, he said to himself. He concentrated on one boy. He was about ten years old. The vice-chairman tried to lift a pencil that was lying on the table but to no avail; it did not matter how hard he tried, the pencil would not budge. He concentrated hard but nothing happened. He tried again with the next kid, a girl about eight years old.
Again, no matter how hard he tried, the pencil would not budge.
The third was a boy about seven, and again, as hard as he tried it was all in vain.
Disappointed, off he went to the next house
. It was close by, and was in an affluent middle class suburb, with nicely groomed lawns, and meticulous gardens. It belonged to one middle aged member. Although he didn't hold any special position in the committee, he was the man behind the scenes; a 'king maker'. Without his help, the vice-chairman would never have reached the position he had held. Thinking about it, he felt ashamed of the way he had accused the committee of being cowards. This man had two kids. One of them was in the house, but the other one and his mother were out.
The kid in the house was about twelve years old. He was reading a comic book when the vice-chairman entered his room. There on the table was an empty paper cup of ice cream, with a little plastic spoon inside. Here was an opportunity to put in place what he had just learnt. He concentrated on the boy, trying at the same time to overturn the ice cream cup, pushing it as hard as he could. Nothing! Exhausted, and disheartened, he collapsed on the floor. His hope began to fade away fast, and he started to question the wisdom of the Teacher, but then he remembered the Teacher saying some kids. It could be one in hundred, or in one in thousand, or even in ten thousands, he thought. The Teacher was right on the spot so far. Why he should be wrong this time? The only thing left to do was to try the other two kids.
"At least I will be content that I tried my best," he said speaking to himself. He could talk to himself now
