Week 30, 2019
Kathy began to feel something strange and unfamiliar.
She felt as if she was being followed by someone, and she was used to being followed, but this time she was being followed by a man who was not connected to the agencies she worked with.
She developed this sense in the normal way, in the way that ordinary people might feel like there are eyes on them.
That in itself was extraordinary to her experience.
She was being watched, she was under observation, she was being followed; the sense of it did not come to her from the psychic antenna that always attuned her to such things, and that was the strangest thing of all.
He left no impression whatsoever.
She began to recognize the man, to see him out of the corner of her eye while she was walking down the street, or in a line at the store buying groceries, at a café or a restaurant where she was eating or drinking.
His face evoked powerful memories, but the voices within her were silent. They could not offer any details on the man.
His presence sat in her consciousness like the weight on a fishing line, it held steady in the water, there was a hook, but she could not discern it.
She could not read him.
She could not recover a sense of him from the cynergenic field.
He was a mystery, and that was enticing.
Kathy went to her mailbox as she did every day, she reached inside always hoping to find some correspondence from her parents, or a teacher that she had been fond of.
She occasionally received mail from a teacher, or a colleague, or one of the few people she had been able to form a kind of friendship with.
It always delighted her when she did.
She never received anything from her parents, not one word at all since they had left her.
Nevertheless, personal mail was rare.
When her fingers touched the envelope inside she became very excited.
Kathy ignored the fact that the letter in her box was neither stamped nor metered.
Its arrival was completely unexpected.
She was excited.
There was a mystery in front of her, she did not have a clue what it might lead to.
She peeled the envelope open, took out its contents and read it, by doing so, she found herself entering into a conspiracy.
The script was written in an alphabet that no person other than herself could have known, and in a language from another time and place entirely.
It had no connection to the modern world.
She had to stretch her mind in unexpected ways to even recognize the pattern. When she did she was astounded.
There was danger in it, the kind of danger she wanted to run to, not away from.
She was faced with a puzzle like no other she had ever seen.
The day began like any other.
It was Sunday.
Kathy woke up, did yoga, meditated.
She prepared her coffee, and a piece of toast for breakfast.
She was looking through her task list for the week, planning her research.
Then the phone rang, and she had not had the slightest premonition of it.
The phone rang, and rang. Kathy was somewhat startled and slightly paralyzed
She allowed the phone to continue ringing, she thought it must be a wrong number, but they did not give up.
She suppressed a bubble of fear that rose within her. She faced it, telling herself that she was the most heavily guarded person in the world. She was safe, She had nothing to fear.
She lifted the receiver from the cradle.
She said, “hello.”
The man who spoke to her, spoke in a language that had been dead for millennia, there was no one else even knew this language had existed.
She had no trouble with it and she knew this must be the person who had sent her the letter, the same person who was attempting to wrap her in the cloak of conspiracy, beginning here, with this conversation.
In the conspiracy she felt a sense of belonging.
Her heart began to race, and skip; for the first time since she was an infant, she was not alone, and yet, she was slightly disturbed by his presence on the other end of the line.
Kathy was nervous.
She was Giddy.
She had reflexively looked for answers to the question of who this mysterious man was, she had peered into her memories, she had sought contact with him through the nous-sphere, in the cynergenic field.
She encountered a disturbing silence on all fronts.
Not only could she not reach him, she could not glean any information about him from any source.
That should have been impossible.
After her preliminary foray, she accepted the mystery for what it was, a gift, and she stopped looking for answers.
She was determined to move forward one step at a time, and to let the facts reveal themselves in the present moment.
They met at a café Kathy frequented, a busy place. Kathy felt secure in that, and she did not want to draw attention to him, to put him in the cross hairs of her handlers.
Kathy liked crowds. She was comfortable in them.
The more people that she was surrounded by, the easier it was for her to allow the psychic chatter of each individual to blend together as background noise.
She felt safe in the cafe. It was a place where it was not unusual for strangers to sit together, as she was about to do with the man from her letters.
Kathy was all nervous energy in the hours before she went to meet him, but on seeing him approach her she immediately began to relax.
She knew that she had never met him, but there were echoes of him throughout the long chain of her inherited memories, not him exactly, but someone like him.
The voices within her were silent, however, and so her memories were just impressions of a shadow of a mystery.
The myopia within her was tantalizing.
Why this man, of all men, why was it that she could not summon her powers to glean anything about Him?
It was intriguing, it caused her to want to learn more.
It was as if he had been present throughout her entire past, but there was no point of intersection where her genetic line crossed his.
Despite the mystery, or perhaps because of it. Kathy found herself at ease with him.
His name was Jim.
The sound of his voice soothed her.
He used patterns of speech and inflection that leapt into her consciousness as if he were speaking through her ancestry, but he wasn’t.
He shared her personal-historical perspective but he was not a part of the same continuum as she.
That first contact with him was a dream come true for Kathy, she felt a sense of privacy with him that she had never felt before.
The most significant thing about him was that she could not read his mind.
He was a man like no other she had ever met before.
It took Kathy several moments to get her bearings when she met Jim.
It was the first time she had ever encountered a human being that she could not fathom in an instant.
It left her feeling disoriented.
Kathy thought she had prepared herself for the unexpected, his knowledge of ancient languages alone informed her that she was going to encounter a unique individual, perhaps another person like herself.
It was not just his knowledge, knowledge was not the right word. He had an intimate familiarity with them, akin to her own familiarity, he knew more than the meanings of characters and symbols, he knew how the speech sounded, when it was spoken something he could only know if he had been there, or if he was attuned to some part of himself who had, as Kathy was.
In this encounter Kathy understood her own uniqueness in a new light, she was fascinated by him, and could understand how others would be fascinated with her, she could appreciate their esteem in a way she had not allowed herself to look at before.
It took her several moments to adjust to this new reality. She was uncertain as to why she had believed that being in close proximity to him would change anything.
Distance and proximity had never been factors in her ability to reach another mind before.
Jim was closed to her.
All she wanted to do was to be absorbed by him, to lose herself in him, as everyone she had ever been with had been lost in her.
For the very first time she felt a longing that was not rooted in loneliness and isolation.
She felt as if she were a distinct person, distinct from him, and she felt desire for him.
Kathy looked forward to every meeting with Jim. It both excited her, and made her feel a deep sense of trepidation.
She imagined that at any time her handlers from the Agency would come to put a stop to it, to interrogate her and ask her endless questions about who he was, how he appeared in her life, what his motivations were.
She knew that they would be disturbed if she were to tell them that she did not know the answers to those questions.
Being with Jim gave Kathy a feeling that she had never experienced before. She felt peace, and comfort.
She felt understood
She was like a child with her father. He was older, wiser. In fact, his age was unfathomable to her.
He never asked her to use her abilities, to explain things, to read minds, to solve problems, to perform her tricks. This differentiated him from every other person she had ever met, other than her biological parents.
And yet, Kathy wanted to perform for him, show off her skills, to demonstrate her intelligence, to show him that she represented the apex of human potential, something she did not really believe, but that she knew other people believed of her.
His mind was still.
He was utterly opaque.
She knew that he was an ancient person, an alien, an anomaly, and yet nevertheless human, in the full sense of the term.
He was not like her, he was something different, and she loved him without question.
Part Four, Kathy
Chapter Twenty-eight, Encounter
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