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The Star

Allan Onik

    The church was cool in the night—the windows were open. It was cramped inside and white paint was peeling. The Pastor concluded: “And so you see, good men and women, that when we pray we begin to see and hear things in a fashion closer to God. Regular prayer is as important as regularly brushing your teeth. You are caring for one’s spirit, just as with brushing you are caring for one’s oral hygiene.”
    A woman fanned herself with a pamphlet. A young boy squirmed restlessly in his seat. A moth bounced off the ceiling lights.
    “Today I have a special guest for you,” The Pastor said, “She’s a healer. Her name is Elle. She’s esteemed by the church and here to help you. So before you leave, is there anyone that could use Divine Nourishment?”
    A man in the back of the church stood up. “I have terrible arthritis!” he cried. He walked up to the healer and held out his gnarled hands. Elle placed her palms on top of his hands and an intense white light flashed through the room. “My hands! There’re normal!” The man cried, “There’s no more pain!”
    Elle was young and pretty. She wore a white dress with a pink flower at its collar. She had brown hair and eyes.
    “Yes,” The Pastor said to the crowd, “Elle has divine power to heal. She is the daughter of two gypsies, but now travels alone. Use her while she is here.”
    “I have back pain!” one man yelled.
    “I have cancer!” a woman cried.
    “I broke my leg!” Another said.
    “My skin is pale!” said another.
    Elle worked for hours. The Light continued to flash in the small church. When almost everyone had left, a woman carted up a boy in a wheelchair. “My son can’t walk,” She said, “can you help him?”
    Elle placed her hands on the boy’s legs. The Light flashed. From outside, it looked as though lightning had struck in the inside of the church. The boy stood up from his wheelchair. “I can walk!” He cried, “It’s a miracle!”

    Elle and The Pastor rested in the empty church.
    “It’ll be morning soon,” The Pastor said.
    “Morning Light, the Light of the Lord,” Elle said.
    “I just wanted to ask you, from your perspective, how do you do it?” The Pastor asked.
    “Think of a woman pouring water into a rippling pool,” Elle said, “the pool represents Universal Consciousness. Meditation and Prayer may stir this pool of the Universal Mind, proving divinity’s existence. The physical world offers the same experiences when spiritualized by Prayer and Meditation—those intent on experiencing divinity further while still in their bodies. Have hope, inspire, and discover! The goddess of nature allows connection between Cosmic Consciousness and the material plane. With my gift, I am able to tap into this pure energy, divinity, or Unified Field to help heal people who are having problems with their physical and spiritual aspects.”
    “Incredible!” The pastor said.
    “With acknowledgment of the Divine comes illumination and freedom!” Elle cried. “Every one of us can reach a state of touching the Pure Cosmos.”
    “There is something I must tell you,” The Pastor said.
    “And that is?”
    “It is the main reason I called you here,” The Pastor said.
    “And what might that be, Child of God?”
    “I have AIDS. I contracted it from a dirty needle at a hospital. Can you help me?”
    “The Creator is always prepared to help. I am merely his tool.” Elle placed her hands on his head. The Light flashed one last time.



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