"It
was the salmon mousse."
"What?"
Startled out of my nausea fog, I jerked my head up to the flight attendant as
she rested a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry.
I shouldn't joke. I can tell you don't feel well."
I waved
my hand feebly and noticed the warmth of her hand through my stiff cotton
shirt. "Thank you. I'm fine."
I wasn't
currently hooked up to any machines or IVs or an oxygen feed. Funny how our
standards get redefined.
She was
staring at me, not the almost-glance and smile most attendants spare as they
move with brisk efficiency down the plane. The warmth on my shoulder was
spreading down to my arm. She leaned toward me and slid her other hand under
mine, resting on my thigh. "What ails you?"
Such an
odd question. Such a personal one. I flushed and looked around. She smiled and
waved her hand around before returning it to my shoulder. "Don't worry
about them. They don't notice us."
It was
true. The seat next to me was blessedly empty, but the people around us were
paying no attention to us, no curious glances, no studied ignorance. "They
don't see us?"
"For
now."
Her
fingers tightened on mine. Warmth from both of her hands rushed down my arms,
across my chest, and down my spine. Her eyes widened.
"Oh!
I'm sorry."
I don't
know how, but she knew.
I
grimaced. "Stage four. It's metastasized up my spine. There's nothing more
to be done."
"That's
not true, Alex."
"How
do you know…"
She
grinned. "No mystery there. I checked you in at the door, remember?"
I shook
my head. I had been barely functional for days. This trip was the last one I
would make. Home.
But the
warmth flooded through me, and I felt…something…
"What's
happening?" I wasn't alarmed, although I thought that was strange too. I
felt calm, comforted. I looked at my neighbors, and it seemed like there was a
dark cloud around us. Another attendant moved past this one--mine--as if she
weren't' even there.
"Oh.
I'm hallucinating."
She
laughed, shaking her head. "No, I'm quite real, thank you."
"What
are you doing?"
"I'm
healing you."
She was
so matter of fact, I didn't doubt her for a moment. As she said it, I could
feel my body strengthening…inside.
"How?"
A shadow
crossed her face. "I don't know. It's a gift that was given to me when I
needed it, and now I'm giving it to you. But Alex, you have a responsibility
now, to give it to as many people as possible."
I nodded,
thinking. "Is that why you're here? To touch as many people as
possible?"
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Original
concept:
Plane
passenger sick - healer holds his hand and hand on shoulder, just talks with
him, when he gets embarrassed at attention, she waves her hand and says they
don't see us and a veil of darkness surrounds them - Maybe healer is flight
attendant - can touch a lot of people casually in passing
Then as I
was writing this, I had the idea of the healing itself being passed along - and
perhaps some longevity or immortality with it…
It's fun
when ideas take off! But as you can see, the beginning needs work.
And I
hope you chuckled at the Monty Python reference!
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And so, with a loving heart, I offer you
Namaste
I’ve heard many translations. Here’s my favorite:
The light of the universe that shines within me recognizes
the light of the universe that shines within you.
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