Mind to Mind by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton [Pendleton, Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Suspense, Paranormal, series, mystery series, don pendleton, psychic detective, metaphysical fiction
ISBN: 9781453647998
Amazon: 1453647996
Barnesnoble: 1453647996
Goodreads: 596855
Publisher: iUniverse
Published: 1986-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty: So-Hay Oh-Hi

She told us that her name was Oom-ray-key-too. That's a phonetic spelling, accent on the second syllable. I made a point to ask her how it is spelled, and she replied that it is "written as it is heard," so you've got it as I got it.

The Chamber of Commerce literature mentioned the Chumash Indians as ancient settlers, circa 1000 b.c., and went on to say that they "still exist in mixed blood to the present, some within the Ojai." But Oom-ray-key-too did not claim descent from the Chumash. She went a bit beyond that, claiming that her people had been "on the land" since "the raising of the sacred mountains." I'm no geologist, but I'd been under the impression that all the mountains of California had "raised" in some geological era predating the first men, so I decided not to take her literally in the matter, assuming that she spoke metaphorically.

She would not let me do that, though, hastening to correct and assure me that the So-hay-bi-hee-jee had been "soul-walkers" on the earth for at least the past "two million earth years."

So I said okay and followed her to a solarium room at the rear where she seated us among towering potted plants and instructed us to "commune with the great earth mother" while she whomped up some herbal tea.

I hate herbal tea, but I have to admit that I was fascinated by those soul-walkers so I just sat there and tried to collect my ricocheting mind. Alison leaned toward me and whispered, "They give readings here. I told her I wanted one, but I had to meet my boy friend first."

"What kind of readings?" I whispered back, though I really did not need to ask.

She shook her head, replied: "The lady who sent me here just said they give spiritual readings. Maybe it's past lives! I hope so!"

I just hoped that Alison would keep her objectivity. After all, we were here to...

I'm going to call her Oom for short; obviously she kept a ready kettle because she was back already with steaming cups of something that smelled like incense. I hate incense, too, but I politely tasted the stuff and quickly resolved not to do so again.

Alison, though, made a big deal of it, umming and aahing and wanting to know what it was. In what I soon learned was her usual mysterious manner, Oom confided: "It is the sacred blend."

I didn't know about that, but I sure wanted to know if Oom had been in Los Angeles recently. I told her, "You look very familiar. Have we met?"

She smiled mysteriously and said, "Perhaps in our dreams."

I said, "No, I think it was more substantial than that. Weren't you in Studio City last night?"

She laughed throatily, cast a sidewise glance at Alison while telling her, "Watch him; your man works fast." She then got right down to brass tacks. "The standard donation is fifty dollars. But if you both desire consultation, you may donate thirty-five each.

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