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The High Priestess

Allan Onik

    Frances aimed her Armalite AR-50 sniper rifle at the front door of the palace. Armed guards with AK-47 assault rifles patrolled the grounds immediately surrounding the ornate structure. Some of the guards walked with Doberman guard dogs, while some flanked the entrance to doors or walked in specific routes.
    The palace had a golden fountain in the front of it and was composed largely of white marble. It must hold at least 60 rooms, Frances thought, damned thing is bigger than the White House. She was surrounded by brush on all sides and her face was heavily painted.
    Frances waited. After a few hours passed a chubby Asian man wearing a gray jump suit walked out the front door flanked by a unit of 10 heavily armed bodyguards. Frances aimed her sights and pulled the trigger. When the dictator fell, she heard a loud siren and saw a scrambling of men on the ground. She packed up her weapon and prepared for a long run.

    The grass was as high as Frances’s head and swayed violently in the wind. She checked her compass and her map. It was dark, and her night vision flickered on and off. “Over there!” She heard a man’s voice screaming. She heard footsteps, gunfire, and the clink of grenade pins. I don’t think I’m getting out of this one, Francis thought. The sensation of heat lasted only a second and then she felt a dizzying sensation, like she felt on the roller coasters she rode when she was a child.


    (Simultaneous thoughts)
    Thought 1: Where am I? Intuition: I have dropped my body
    Thought 2: It is warm here, bright with white light, and I feel an overwhelming sense of Love
    Thought 3: I can now think more than one thought at a time; this is because the information channeled to me is not sifted through my nervous system
    Thought 4: All of my ugliness, doubts, fears, and insecurities have melted off of me. I am now aware of all aspects of time, space, and the cosmos
    Thought 5: What I now experience is a singularity. Time, space, and relativity exist as a pinpoint of atoms—all meshed into one experience. This cohesive whole is sifted to all beings of the cosmos in all spectrums of time and dimensions and is how they experience their lives. I know now that the experience of living is simply a reflection of this great energy I now feel. And that, in a way, my past life was more or less an illusion based on my current point of reference.
    Thought 6: I now realize that almost all the teachings of great spiritual leaders can be applied aptly. I see that they are all simply branches on One Tree, and that I am now at the roots of the tree—sucking at the nourishment of the divines.
    Thought 7: I am now in a perceived Gap. This is a gap between lives. I am now aware of different aspects of my past life that I didn’t actualize before.
    Thought 8: Seeing my body as I left it, I realize that my consciousness, personality, and ideas served a specific cosmic task
    Thought 9: I realize that God loved me while I was in my body, and I was doing his work as he planned when he created my life
     (Continual stream of thoughts)
    Thought 1000: I will pass into another body. The experience I now feel will end, and I will forget it until it is time to come home again. My life can be anywhere on the space time continuum, as The Creator has allowed

    Jacquelyn played with her blocks. They were plastic-lined stuffed blocks with A, B, Cs and 1,2,3s written on them, and she instinctively made two pillars with them. Outside her window she could see a small pond with a duck paddling in it, a fruit tree hanging above. And then it happened—she felt the urge to cry, though she wasn’t sure why. It was either because she wanted her mother to hold her, or because she couldn’t get a picture out of her head. It was a vision of a man wearing a strange jumpsuit—the same picture that made her feel queasy until she was too old to remember it.

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