Sublime Forces

Occasionally, I still panic. A momentary relapse.  But once I’m out there, arms spread, hair streaming, Truth and Light lifting me up, up, up, I can do no wrong.  Spiritually, I somersault as Sublime Forces play tag in my veins.  And the crowd, whether in Skokie or Wicker Park, the De Paul area or U. of C., is right there with me.  We’re all laughing and crying with joy!

[This post is an excerpt from Diary of a Heretic, the novel. Click here to read the first episode, or here to read the previous one.]

Sometimes I go too fast;  I’m overcome from the start. But then, with a wince, if I concentrate, if I fix myself, I can get it back.  Often, I focus on one person.  Our eyes meet.  There is a shiver.  A sigh.  I catch it and lose it, and then magically spin from my solar plexus.  Who needs to say anything?  The whole building, every floor and ceiling, beam and board, reverberates.  “What else is there?”  I ask on tiptoes, tears streaming down my burning, beatified face.  “My Lord.”

As everyone gathers his things and departs, money and more money floods in.

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