The Quest For Eternity: One Man's Search Beyond the Grave For the Woman He Loved by Craig Waters

Author:Craig Waters [Waters, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780867210071
Google: _ZFCtwAACAAJ
Amazon: 0867210079
Goodreads: 12325228
Published: 2002-08-04T00:20:50+00:00

meditation, whether transcendental or otherwise, would catapult me into the Beyond, but seemed to recall something similar sparking a strange experience. Then it came to me. The evening that I’d lain in the living room, trying to relax and empty my mind of all conscious thought: that must qualify as meditation of a sort And what had followed was certainly no ordinary buzz no simple high produced by hyperventilation or too many glasses of wine.

“Meditation, okay,” Lillian was saying. “That’s the only thing that I feel and that she feels - meditation, complete quiet. Okay, but you can’t communicate with her as I am doing.”

Oh, no, I thought, I’m sure that I can’t. I’m sure that I can’t communicate with her at all, any more than you can. It was all an elaborate conceit, a scam designed to lure gullible citizens into Lillian’s grasp for whatever purposes she might have. Her purpose obviously wasn’t money - she wanted none from me -

but it might be for the simple awe that her performances inspired in her clients. Perhaps the performance was all a complicated show choreographed to salve Lillian’s ego.

I shelved the suggestion, thinking that I might give it a try, but returned to my lengthy list for the moment. For the time being, Lillian was the one on trial. Perhaps I’d put myself on the docket later, but now it was the medium who was on the witness stand. Why she insisted that I continue with my questions I did not know; obviously she had no intention of answering those she didn’t already know the answers to. I was happy -to oblige, however. I went down the list, picking out the ones that seemed most likely to elicit some sort of response. It seemed that the questions striking some responsive chord in Lillian were the ones that had the least meaning for me. She wanted to convey messages that sounded as though they’d been written by Dial-A-Prayer, but I wanted nothing more inspirational for the moment than the time, date, and weather forecast. I needed that more than I needed to know how to change my life to bring it into line with her way of thinking. I saw that asking more questions was a losing proposition, but obliged her anyway. The answers continued to be evasive, at least as far as I was concerned.

I asked about Lona’s birthplace and was promptly told, “I won’t touch that. I’ll touch the ones having to do with location when we have more time, okay.”

I asked about our first date, but Lillian insisted on telling me about a rural spot to which I’d move some time in the future. I kept asking for specifics, and she kept giving me non responsive generalities. It was exactly what I’d expected.

“What about sports? Was she interested in any sports?” I persisted.

“Yes, I feel she was very sports-minded,” she began, no doubt taking a cue from the question itself. It was unlikely that I’d inquire about sports if Lona had no interest at all in them.

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