My Father's Voice by Alan Cohen

Author:Alan Cohen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hay House
Published: 2012-09-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

When Lin unlocked the office door, she found Angelo already sitting at his desk, nearly obscured by a mountain of books, magazine articles, papers, and several used coffee cups. She looked up at the clock. 7:58 a.m.

“I’ve never seen you so busy at this hour,” Lin remarked. “What time did you get in?”

“Six, I think,” he muttered without even raising his head.

Lin approached his desk and casually picked up one of the books. Nikola Tesla: The Man and the Mystery. Then another: Alice Bailey on Reincarnation. Then another: Tesla’s Black Box. “You’re really into this Tesla guy, huh?” she asked.

“It’s weird,” Angelo responded. “The more I read about him, the more I feel like I know him.”

“Well, that’s sort of natural.”

“Yes, but it’s more than that.”

“How so?”

“Have you ever felt like you knew someone from the inside out? Like you knew their thoughts and their feelings, and you could actually be that person?”

“Well, maybe.”

“Everything I am reading about Tesla’s life feels so familiar, like I was right there…”

Lin looked down at Angelo’s desk and saw another book: Many Lives, Many Masters. “Oh, come on, Angelo—you’re not going to try to tell me that you were Nikola Tesla in your past life.”

“Don’t you think it could be possible?”

“I guess anything’s possible. But do you know how many people claim to be Cleopatra? Oprah could do shows for a month with that crowd alone. I know Cleopatra was quite a woman, but hey, I don’t think she could spread herself that thin.”

Angelo picked up The Man and the Mystery. “Consider this: Tesla died in 1943, 15 years before I was born. In this biography Tesla told the author that he wished he had more time to complete his work. He said, ‘My only regret is that I was born in a time and milieu quite unready for the technology I envision. I firmly believe that, had I been born even a few decades hence, I could complete my work and make the kind of contribution my soul longs to achieve.’”

Lin shrugged her shoulders and answered, “Well, Angelo, maybe this stuff is true and maybe it isn’t. I don’t really know. But I do know that I like being around you a lot more since you’ve gotten into this, and if thinking you are Nikola Tesla makes your boat float, I’m not gonna try and sink it. Just don’t ask me to learn Yugoslavian.” Lin smiled and walked out of Angelo’s office.

Angelo leaned back in his chair, stretched his arms, and tried to suck some fresh oxygen into his brain. Until the intercom buzzed. “Someone is here to see you,” Lin announced.

“Tell them I’m busy.”

A few moments later Lin’s voice came again: “She says she came all the way from Germany and wants to know if you think she is worth a few steps to your door.”

A look of disbelief washed over Angelo’s face. “Juliana?”

By then she was standing at his door. “I can’t believe you’re here!” he exclaimed, pushing the door closed behind her.

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