“Hello!”

“Hello Lara, this is Kewe.   Please excuse this telephone call if you are busy.   I’m a friend of Rick and Sue.   You might not remember me.   We met on the night of your birthday, when West was playing in Seattle.”

“Oh, right!   Of course I remember.”

“Rick and I were talking about the night at Sue’s recently, where I was introduced to David.   Just out of the blue Rick announced he was getting a message that I should contact West and you.   He said his thoughts had been pushed aside so he could give me a message—that I should contact you about David.”

“I’m sorry, which David are we talking about?”

“David, the being who talks to Sue.”

“Of course!   I’m sorry.   For a minute I thought you meant our son David.   We have a son named David you know.   I couldn’t hear everything you said.   I thought maybe you were talking about him.”

“Lara, I’m sorry to be springing this on you.   I thought Sue might have mentioned I was over at her house the other night.”

“No, Sue and I haven’t talked, but I remember you.”

“Kewe, hang on for a second.   West is calling....”

“Oh boy, okay!   I have to send my daughter on an errand real quick.   My two-year-old granddaughter is here, trying to get into everything.   I’m going to have to look after her right now.   Can I call you back?”

“Yes, sure.   That would be great.”

“Okay, I don’t have your number.   Give me your number....”

An hour later Lara calls back.   She explains West had been on the phone at the same time Kewe was on the line.   They were getting rid of some furniture and West was nearby in the moving van.   She had to watch that Laranne her granddaughter didn’t wander out into the street while the furniture was moved.   She says she’d told West the message Rick had given about David.   West suggested a visit on Sunday.

Saturday, Lara calls asking if they could move the visit back to a week Sunday.   Her son, David, is taking off for California on a new job, and tomorrow will be his last day at home.   She’s spoken to Sue and Sue is not busy the following Sunday, she can be there too.   Sue picked early evening, 7:30 p.m., as a good time to meet if that’s okay with him.

Kewe says that time is fine.   He looks forward to seeing them then.   When the following Sunday arrives he gets lost driving to the house.   He takes the correct freeway exit, but makes the wrong turn.   Asking for help, talking via the phone, West explains he has to turn around.   Fifteen minutes later, he pulls into the driveway.

West answers the door.   “I’m sorry about the directions,” the tall, thin man says as he guides Kewe through a series of different sized rooms.   “As soon as I put the phone down, I thought that was daft.   I was telling you that you were heading north when of course you were going east.”

“Well, somehow I made it,” Kewe replies, smiling.   He follows West into a large room that must be the living room and then into another smaller room off to the side of the living room.   Sue is sitting there and Lara, bouncing a young girl on her lap.

“You haven’t met Laranne,” Lara says, introducing a chuckling two year old with long brown hair.   “My daughter goes bowling Sunday nights, so we get to do the honors.”

West, already in the kitchen at the back, shouts that he’s making coffee, would Kewe like a cup.   Kewe thanks him, sits in the vacant chair next to Lara’s chair.   Laranne gives him a bright look with her big Bambi eyes, then immediately proceeds to climb over Lara, and onto him.   “My suggestion is to ignore her,” Lara says.   “If you do that, she’ll climb right over you.”

The young girl looks up at Kewe as if to say, “I haven’t seen you before.” Then she clambers with some difficulty down onto the floor.   Lara laughs.   “We call her Annie.   We think she is my mother, or at least we think she has some of my mother in her, and that’s not just the genes.”

West calls from the kitchen asking him if he wants cream and sugar.   “What do you think?”   Lara looks at Laranne.   “You think you are my mother?   It sure is looking that way.”   Lara walks over to the TV, holds up a Disney tape so Annie can see it.   The small girl nods.   “Her favorite,” Lara says popping the tape into the video.

West brings out the coffee.   Lara turns down the TV.   There’s silence while everyone drinks.   Annie watches the television intently.   Except for West who asks if the coffee is fine, no one seems to have anything to say.   Sue breaks the uncomfortableness by asking Kewe if he has seen Rick.

“Rick’s a scallywag,” Lara frowns.   “He should be here.   We never see him now that he’s moved into the city.   We miss him, you know.”

“He told me to say hello,” Kewe says.   “He couldn’t have come today because he has to work, but he was telling me about David.   He says David has always had a special place in your life.”

“That’s true.”   Lara laughs.   “That’s true with both David and Katherine.”

Kewe looks at her.   “Katherine?”

“I always throw in Katherine because David and Katherine are one soul,” Lara answers, nodding at West for his concurrence.   “At least they used to be just a one...until they separated, if that makes any sense.”

West, who is drinking his coffee standing up, because there are no more chairs, says they should move out of the family room into the living room.

Lara asks Annie if she wants to continue to watch her movie if they move to the big room.   She says they will be just around the corner.   Laranne gives a big smile.   It’s obvious she does not want to move from where she is, at least for the moment.   “Is that alright?   Are you sure honey?”   Lara smiles back at her granddaughter.

Bringing the coffee with them, the four adults wander into the larger room.   Lara repeats, “We’re here honey, just around the corner.”   She sits on a sofa near the open entrance to the family room so she can watch.

The living room, partially paneled with cedar, has a big stone fireplace the far side of the room.   A grand piano takes up the near corner.   Tall mirrors line the walls behind the piano, and from the sofa where Kewe sits, there’s a great reflection of the fireplace and the striking painting above.   A scene of a forest in fall, a landscape full of ocher, of yellows and browns and reds.

Lara can see Kewe turning to look at the painting.   “Those are New York trees.   It was the first watercolor West’s father ever did.”

West, who has sat down in a recliner near the fireplace, points to pen and ink sketches on the wall behind Kewe.   He tells Kewe those were also done by his father.

Kewe has brought with him a couple of audio recorders.   He says he’d like to take a recording.   He holds up a small microcassette recorder.   “You know I’m likely going to be writing a book.   I’d like to capture all the words of this conversation so I don’t make a mistake.   That’s if you don’t mind.”

“No, go ahead,” West says.

Kewe plugs a mike into the larger recorder and sets the mike on the high mantel above the fireplace.   There’s some nervous laughter as he does this.   Kewe laughs himself.   “I hope it’s going to work.”   The microcassette he places at the end of the sofa where he’s sitting.

“Are we ready?” West asks.

Sue, who is perched on the piano stool, smiles.

“I think so,” Kewe responds.   “First, how long have you known David?”

There’s silence until Lara, who’s been staring at her granddaughter says, “Well...forever.   We have known David and Katherine forever.   In this life it was at Martha’s Vineyard that she became more open...didn’t she, West?”

West, in the recliner, looks quizzically at his wife.   “Yes, Martha’s Vineyard...but she became more vociferous when we moved to Texas.”   He looks at Kewe.   “It was there that Katherine informed me that my wife was pregnant.   Both she and David appeared through Lara to tell me Lara was pregnant.   I remember David shaking my hand to congratulate me.”

He adds, “And some others came around at that time.   There were eight I guess, who we’d known previously, through different lifetimes.   Eight of the family who appeared through Lara.”

Kewe says, “The family?   You are all members of a family?”

West nods.   “Yes, David generally acts as the Captain...think ‘Star Trek.’   He’s the head of the household.   Katherine acts as ‘Number One’ sometimes, though you never know who is one or two.”

Sue looks at Lara.   “Have you had much contact with David and Katherine recently?   It surprised the heck out of me.   David showing up like that.”

“That’s what I thought,” Lara says.   “When Kewe called, I said to West, ‘I didn’t know David and Katherine were back.’   They left a few years ago.   As far as I knew, they went to the top of the mountain.   We believed it was because they wanted to become one again.”

“The top of the mountain?” Kewe asks.   “I’m not sure what that means.”

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,“ Lara wails.   “I knew it.   I knew you were going to ask me that.   What is it?   It’s like passing out of all the realms.

What can I say?   We don’t really have terms for what it is.   All we can do is relate things in...pictures.”

West says, “Most of all the knowledge we have is about the mountain itself, not the top.   Going up the mountain, we know some of the inner stuff.   There’s little we know of what’s on top.”

“In this life I’ve been in contact with a lot of people,” Lara states, checking with West for his agreement, “including Tarus, and Agnotti, and I never get it straight.   West carried Agnotti around for years and years, and we asked him that question.   Have you heard anyone speak of Agnotti?”

Kewe looks puzzled.   “No, I haven’t”

“This is aside, but Agnotti is the one who told us about the battle with the Masters.   There have been fierce disagreements in the last few years about the approach the inner Masters should take, as regards contact and information given to us here on Earth.   Okay, the top of the mountain.   It’s kind of like...‘not dealing with this Universe any more.’”

“Kewe, what do you think the families are?” Sue asks.

Kewe has to think for a second.   “I’m assuming from what you told me earlier that a family acts as a group, in some other dimension where you meet.   I’d say a family is a collection of many beings.”

“That’s true,” West answers.   “Though this family of ours is not that big.   You connect to a family because of your interests.   It could be art and music or philosophy.   It could be learning to construct new worlds and planets.   It could just be to learn about a family.   Members of a family will often live together as relatives or close contacts.”

“David is tremendously fond of music,” Lara says.   “He’s been a master musician in lives here on Earth.   He loves music.”

Kewe nods.   “Is that how people relate to David, as a musician?”

“I can tell you what a lot of people think,” Laura replies.   “A lot of people who come into contact with David think of him as a sort of God.   That’s how powerful he can seem.”

Sue gets up off the piano stool and whispers into Lara’s ear.   They both squeal with laughter.   West looks over.   “What’s that?”

Sue says, “I said to Lara, ‘Do you know any entities that are higher than David?’”

“David won’t let us,” Lara replies.

“Then I said, ‘Godfather, kiss my ring.’”

“Exactly, exactly,” Lara says.   “That’s David.   He has his humors, and his humors are many...greedy, and power hungry and...well let’s say we don’t know what else.   The traits we notice now, the gentleness and patience, were not always his.   I was around when those words would never have come to your lips.   I hear people mention his wonderful presence and I go tss-tss, yeah right, you didn’t know him when I did...and the many lives he’s had to learn from.”

West breaks in.   “Think of the traits he’s had to acquire living with Katherine.”   He bursts out laughing.

Lara smiles indulgently at West.   “There have been lives where David’s taken some pretty big falls,” she responds soberly.   “He so liked fame and fortune, and there’s been a lot to pay back.   He’s had some really bad traits to work through...all the icky lives he’s lived.   He’s lost everybody he loves.   He did it so he could experience what having those traits meant.   You know...going through the poverty thing.   How about intelligent but lustful?”

“David has talked about himself as being rotten,” West says.   “Talked about having been wrong in these other lives.   We know David.   We know what courage and boldness he has in his nature.”   Lara laughs.   “He has to have...with Katherine.   She just jumps right out and defends herself.”

“She sure does,” West replies.   “She says everything she means and means everything she says.   I was just reading in the paper today where it said the reason long time marriages work, is that the husband has learned to listen to the wife.   David somehow must have learned this fact.   I guess I’m still working on it.”

“Katherine can be very Pub Irish,” Lara responds.   “She likes to flaunt her cookies at times.   That’s how I think of Katherine and David.   Not as perfect beings on a cloud.   Perfect is boring.   They’re exciting and very interesting.   Katherine, for instance, in her Irish mode has a connection and love that is so centered, so strong.   They both love the song ‘Danny Boy.’”

She continues, “Before she went to the top of the mountain, it always surprised me how Katherine would stay current on news events in our world.   She would make comments about the latest news.   She has always been interested in what happens here on Earth.”

Lara smiles, hesitates.   Kewe can see she is wondering if she should say this.   “We think they made us,” she says.   “We don’t think of souls as creations of one God.   We think souls create souls.”   After a few moments, where she pauses obviously seeking the right words, she continues, “We don’t want to confuse you with what we’ve been saying.   We do think of them as our creator souls, which is disconcerting, especially when we say we have known them in Earthly lives.   They have lived many lives here and some with us.   What I’m saying is, we know them as you know a parent.”

West remarks forcefully, “We think of them as powerful figures but they are our powerful figure.   We treat David for example in the same way we would treat any family member we live with.   We have a great respect for him.   We love him tremendously.   That means we have also, on occasion, called him an ass-hole, if that’s what we think it warrants.”

“He calls himself that,” Lara retorts.

West smiles.   “I don’t think there’s any entity who’s lived on Earth who hasn’t been an ass-hole at some time.”

Lara looking thoughtful says, “David in his Earth lives has had many opportunities.   He’s molded himself and become a teacher...teaching the lessons he’s learnt to other members of the family.   He’s made this learning a part of himself in his higher form.”

Sue chips in.   “He won’t let us think of anyone higher though.”

There’s more laughing.   Laranne is dancing in the center of the room and no one is taking any notice.   In one of her twirls she snatches the small microcassette recorder off the end of the couch, takes it underneath the piano to fiddle with the buttons.   Kewe asks for it, but not wanting to give up the new plaything, she runs toy in hand into the other room.

Lara gets up to chase.   Sue follows.

Sue then peeks her head around the corner to say they have coaxed the recorder back.   Lara is taking a recess outside on the patio.   She is calling for Kewe to see the painting she has on the wall.


. . .


The garden at the back is a wealth of flowers.   Trestles of ivory-yellow and maroon sweet peas are at the far back.   Rose beds cover much of the center, between strips of landscaped lawn.   Coral orange roses, tea roses, shrub roses, lavender miniature roses, blend with mustard stock and violet-hued pansies and white spiked gladioli, delphinium and Johnny jump-up.

But complementing the flowers, catching his eye, is a depiction of an island mountain, a portrayal that covers the entire patio wall.   The mountain reaches up serene from the azure-blue water.   A small path curves around.

“Absolutely striking,” Kewe says, staring at the painting.   “You did this?” Lara has washed the white of the snow at the top of the mountain with a pale trace of blue, a soft peach, and a subtle pink tinge.   “You see those colors in Alaska,” Lara says, “in the different snows.   I’m always redoing some part of this wall.   It’s a direct route to Atlantis for me.”

“Atlantis,” Kewe says, “you lived in Atlantis?”

Lara nods.   “I’d say some of the old lands of Atlantis...yes.   I began this painting because I couldn’t describe what I was seeing to anyone.   Each day I’m finding there are new things to remember, things I’d never thought of before.”   Lara brushes her hand across the path.

Kewe is reminded of Plato’s writings about Atlantis:   “...In a single day and night of disaster, the island of Atlantis became lost into the depths of the sea.”   To Plato, Atlantis was an island beyond the straits, beyond the Pillars of Heracles.   In his book, his character Solon learns from an Egyptian priest of the once powerful country:   “...and from here you might pass on to the whole of the opposite continent....”

The priest speaks to Solon of the great conflagrations that have taken place upon Earth, the catastrophes that have often reoccurred.   He reminds Solon that humankind has to constantly begin all over again:   “...We are like children that know nothing of happenings in former ancient times.”

Kewe thinks of Diodorus Siculus, the other ancient chronicler that wrote of Atlantis, that we have a record: “A land of unrivaled beauty,” he writes.   “The towns have private villas.   The streams are filled with pleasing waters.”

The stories of Plato and Diodorus, Kewe believes, came from oral history passed down thousands of years earlier, at the time of the last ice age.   Atlantis he thinks was likely a stream of islands.   These were islands that spanned the ocean coastlines of the Atlantic lands—from Africa along Europe, extending around Iceland and Greenland and down into the Bahaman and Caribbean territories, to the coastline off South America.   It is possible two ancient civilizations coexisted, Atlantis on the Atlantic coastal shelves, and Lemuria along the Pacific shelves.   The circular ocean currents could easily have allowed shipping and trade between the island shelves.

Plato writes in Critias of the political system of Atlantis: “Ten kings lived each to their own allotment.   These kings gathered on the fifth and sixth year...and when they gathered they consulted on the common interests....”

Today we have fossils of human ancestry that reach back to times long before the end of the last ice age.   Early man and the Neanderthal have lived for hundreds of thousands of years on this planet.   We have seen no relics, none that we recognize, of any Atlantean civilization.   Yet, nothing is more intriguing to Kewe than the canals along the coast of Florida.

Plato writes of one of the canals of Atlantis: “The depth, and breadth, and the length of the ditch gave the impression such that a work of this expanse...could never have been artificial....”

The Calusa who built canals in the Florida regions were maintaining them as recently as two thousand years ago.   No one knows how far back these people date in their history.   Some think at least ten thousand years.   The Calusa built temples on high mounds, the temples looking over the sea.   There was a deep religious involvement with water for these people.

The heart of a Calusa settlement always was a central water square, a court filled with water.   Religious rituals included burying elegant carved masks under water.   The barrier islands off the American coast, these are where Kewe thinks Atlantean culture may have been glorified in water in later millennium.

When ice melted from the last of the large glacial ice-age sheets the Laurentian sheet, millions of cubic kilometers of fresh water discharged into the oceans.   The last great flooding led to a change in the oceans of up to a hundred and seventy meters.   Ice core data shows an abrupt warming within a century.   The warming may have been even more abrupt than that.   New theory is pointing to great changes that may well have occurred within a few years, less than a decade.

If the civilization of Atlantis developed only on the shelves of the coastlines, the flowering of a society might well have been lost.   As a gigantic shelf of ice became released from its mooring, a people could easily have been taken with a sudden submergence.   Remnants of knowledge would be retained with those on higher ground.   A few people here, a few there.

Flint-hard micrite stones have been found under the water near Bimini.   Stones propped up at the corners by other pillar stones.   Under the Pacific coastal regions, relics of partial stones also remain.

Major ice changes are believed to have occurred, not once, but many times over hundreds of thousand of years, creating water deluges.   Atlantean and Pacific civilizations might well have risen and fallen between these changes.   It might be true about crystal power, about genetic tampering, about ‘the things,’ because these revelations draw people in these times.

For many who live today, there is inner knowledge of being Atlantean, of being from Lemuria or Mu.   These fabled cultures arise in pockets of time between the earth’s warming.   It could be that few ventured into the glacial regions where early cave man lived.   The coastal lands were warm.   Inland was not.   If advanced peoples did coexist on the planet—created possibly by some off-planet species—only the seas hold a record, and these vast water fluxes have long washed all but a speck of any such existence away.

With the prior to now stable Holocene 12,000 years old going through changes, Kewe wonders if the environment is going to be as quick with us.   Science is not mystical today, but data it gives might as well be.   Are we also waiting until there is nothing we can do?   Until we cannot flee.

Lara, watching Kewe silent, wandering in his thoughts, smiles.   “You know what I think.   I think it’s not important where the mountain is.   It could be Atlantis, but it’s not what the mountain looks like, or where it is.   I was thinking of the mountain as a pathway to journey along.   That was my thought because I was always looking upwards.   I was always thinking, ‘Where would I be next?’   Now I’m thinking all of the mountain is a place to be.   It can be a destination.   It is the lives we live here.”

She points to the small islands clustered at the bottom.   “It came to me as I’m painting this.   I’m seeing this mountain with these small islands and I’m seeing love.   I’m seeing the joy we experience from life, the anticipation we get, the pleasure of doing things, of moving forward.   It’s all here.   We can live at the top, or rolled into the mountainside anywhere along, or on an island by the ocean.   I painted this mountain because I wanted to express the joy it gives to me.   That’s probably the understatement of my life.”


. . .


Everybody except Annie wanders back into the living room.   Annie bribed with food has released the small recorder and is now in front of the TV, watching the video.   Kewe flips the tapes in both recorders, places the microcassette on the piano music stand.   “I only have a few more questions before I go,” he says.   “We were talking about David’s past lives, I was wondering why you think he’s had so many.”

Sue answers.   “There is always learning to the life we live,” she says quietly.   “It doesn’t matter if we’re a prisoner or a warden, lives let us see the consequences of what we do, and we as soul can plot another try if we wish.”

“Is it just to do with having different experiences?” Kewe asks.

“Knowing what occurs when we act out a certain emotion?”

“Emotions are the key that takes us to the mountain slopes,” Sue responds.   “I see emotion as something we begin to fathom as humans.   Emotions enclose us as we experience life in human form.   In spaces on the mountain they can do so even more then they do on Earth.”

She continues, “There are places for love and places for hate in the next stage of life.   Areas of the mountain are reserved for extended visits.   We do not think of the afterlife as being a place for such things but we may well decide we have to reside in these spaces for long extensions, the time it takes to reach beyond, in that sense to saturate our need.”

West says, “Yes!   Aha!   Emotions!   Okay, you do have all the emotions to wander through, but the further up the mountain they become less.”

“Emotions are learning tools!”   Lara stirred by the conversation has a flood of thoughts that are suddenly coming to her.   “Emotions are lessons!   Think, they’re lessons!   We would be better to think of hate and love and envy and desire...as something to experience and pass through.”

“The problem is,” she says, trying hard not to loose the thread she’s following, “we keep doing the lesson.   We get hung up on the emotion, doing it over and over.   We keep being inside the emotion.   We never seem to figure this out.”   Lara stares at Kewe then at Sue.   “People wonder why their lives are so hard.   If they had the choice of a more pleasurable life for instance, they’re sure they would have taken it.   Sometimes we make our lives hard by not listening.”

“Okay,” Lara says, pausing as if she’s waiting.   Then, “We’re talking about David being a teacher.   I’m calling David a group of college professors.   That’s what he is to me.   He is teaching, say, seventeen college courses.   Any of us here could be a pupil in a few of the courses.   We might be doing lust, or we might be doing gluttony, or we might be doing love.   ‘Boy, my schedule is too full.   I can’t handle it.   I’ve already gotten twenty credits.’   This is something we might say.   When we come to Earth we’re in that position.   It’s valid.   We are doing all these courses and the stuff knocks us for six.”

“Sometimes we make our lives hard by not listening.”   Lara emphasizes the word ‘listening.’   “Yet, we as soul asked for the lesson.   We should remember we are the ones who set this up.   It’s like being on a roller coaster.   We get into the carriage for the pleasure and the thrill.   Only sometimes it takes us farther than we want to go.”

“When we recognize the emotion as not just an experience but also a lesson, then we handle it.   Then, when we get out of the roller coaster, we’ve experienced something that nothing else can teach.”

West kind of grunts, before he speaks.   “I know what you’re going to ask.   Do we experience any feeling at the top of the mountain?”

Lara stares at the picture of the ochre-clothed forest above the fireplace.   “It’s a different experience.   Playing by the lake ends.”

West responds slowly, “You know we deal with so much when we do life here.   David...he’s completed the task.   He’s done.” Lara laughs.   “But he didn’t go to a star....”

“Today Lara and I planted a hundred bulbs,” West obviously pleased, glances across at Kewe.   “Not because we’re ecologically inclined.   We did it because what we see in the garden makes life around us more interesting, more appealing.   In this, I think we should include everything we do in life.”

“Thank you,” Kewe says.   “One question I should remember to ask...we have so many people on the planet.   More people than there’s ever been.   I’m wondering how this is going to affect us in the future.   It’s not so great if all we have to work with are decreasing resources.   Do you think science will get us out of the mess we seem to be heading towards?   Will there be an inevitable readjustment on the planet?   Where do you think we’re going?”

Lara shrieks.   “My God there’s both a hysterectomy and a vasectomy in our family.   Don’t ask us.”

West laughs.   “Just to show you that the ‘Art’ of making love ain’t dead.   I’ll tell you that this Earth, as far as I can see, has an interesting habit of remaking itself.   People, animals, meteors, inverted air layers, climatologic changes, Earth takes it all in its stride.   Everything we know is going to burn up, or blow up, or decay at some point in time.   You know the worst that can happen.   We will die.   What are we working for anyway?   To die, the last time I heard.   That’s our goal here.”

West keeps the look of sport he has in his eye.   “Some people have a grand old time living on this wonderful Earth.   For most the goal is to live day to day, but that’s not the goal.   Why would the goal be to live day to day when we live day to day?   Generally, life here is a lot of work.   You’re plodding along and your body starts hurting.   Your hair falls out.   Your teeth fall out.   What was that Lara, about the spiritual master who tries to live for seven hundred years?   He finally looks at himself in the mirror and says ‘Jeeze, my head just fell off.   I’m too damn old.’   The goal here is at some point to die.   If you’re going to learn more lessons, do it.   You don’t have to do it in the same body.”

“Maybe on some other planet?” Kewe offers.

West nods.   “There are a lot of other planets out there.”

“Aahhhhhhhhh!   He thinks these people are nuts,” Lara says.   Lara and West look at each other and both roar with laughter.   “This is typically David and Katherine.”

“You’re hearing it from the horses mouth,” West explains.

Lara looks up at the ceiling.   “Just for the record, Lara does not agree with all this.   Thank you.”

Kewe looks at them.   “You are saying all this...what we’ve been talking about...is coming from David and Katherine?”

“We experience Katherine and David in many different ways,” Lara says.   “There are lots of states of their presence.   I feel Katherine in the change of the way my voice sounds and my throat feels when I’m talking.   I sometimes hear Katherine inside say quite openly, ‘I want to talk.’

“If I hear this I open up to her.   She sends her energy through my voice and it makes my neck and my voice box feel different.   It makes me aware when I’m beginning to speak with an Irish accent.   Katherine and David speak through us in many different ways.   It’s not that I’m controlled unless I want to be, but sometimes I hover and she has control of my body.   Sometimes I choose to stay.   Katherine also communicates by her feelings.   If she’s inside me, I listen to what she’s feeling.   Then I will give messages.   All these things have been taking place while you have been here.”

Lara looks fondly at West.   “West responds with David.   When he channels David, you’ll see his head gradually go to the side some.   West is able to remain in his body and channel David at the same time.”   She turns towards Kewe.   “Past life memories are right there and open during the time we are in this type of contact.   We enter through a pathway into the space of the past life.   Often I speak to David and Katherine through the reality and knowledge of a past life.”   Kewe stares at her in silence.

“As parents they did give gifts in the beginning, when we were created, to start our course.   One of the gifts they gave to me is that I have the ability to see a person’s life when they have passed over.   The life I see is different to events in the life that might have taken place.   I don’t see their life as moments lived as a child or an adult.   I don’t see what actually happened, but rather what that person meant, or felt, or tried to do with his or her life.”

Kewe nods, smiling at the complexity life in its many ways always seems to bring.   Lara continues, “I know if the person is lingering on the physical planet with a strong feeling of having left something important to finish.   I know if a person is stuck, if they do not realize what has happened.”

Lara looks across at Sue.   “Often times I’ve needed to call Sue and say, ‘Someone is stuck here.   We’ve got this Soul here that needs to go on into the light.’   Sue will guide them.   She’s very kind.   She speaks to them, telling them what is about to happen.”

Suddenly, there’s the sound of piano keys being pounded upon.   It takes a couple of enthusiastic minutes while young Laranne pounds on the piano.   When she’s done, Lara picks up her granddaughter.   “Was that nice honey?”

Laranne beams at everyone in the room, obviously having enjoyed the playing.

“The boys will be back home,” Sue announces, looking at her watch.   “I must go.   I’ve got to get ready for tomorrow.”

Kewe clips the small microcassette to the pocket of his shirt, keeping it running as they walk with Sue to the door.   Lara takes Kewe by the arm.   “This is an odd house,” she says.   “We have all these little sitting nooks which is good because West has six pianos.   There’s a spinet in his office, another upright over there.   It’s either the electric Klavinova, the organ, the synthesizer, the grand.   He’s always on one of them.”

When Sue has driven off, Kewe turns to West.   “One question before I go.   When you are ready to be further up the mountain, what do you think will happen?   What’s your plan?”

West, standing by the half open door, grabs Kewe’s shoulder.   “Well, for starters I’ve got a cabin.   I visit it at times.   It’s a place where I can relax.   It’s a mighty peaceful place.”

Kewe looks at the good-looking young grandmother rocking her petite granddaughter in her arms.   “Lara, what are your plans?”

Lara stares at the youngster before she answers.   “I’d say...for me...going to the mountain, is like going on a cruise.   You’ve packed your bags.   You feel so good because you aren’t taking any trash with you, no garbage.   You’re taking only the good stuff, the feelings, the knowledge, the beauty and love of those who have been around you.

“The day before the cruise there’s no hurry.   You’re ready.   You don’t have to run around and do this and that, because it’s done.   You’ve prepared well for the trip.”

West touches his granddaughters face.   “You are taking your valuables with you.”

Lara smiles, adding, “If you have forgotten something, they, the guides will remind you.   You know how it feels when you have accepted the best accommodation.   When you are enjoying where you are.   That’s how it is.   So die peacefully in this life, be happy with the cruise.”

“Soul stores all the learning,” West says, “whether or not our brain consciously remembers.   Soul’s got all the lessons.”

Lara, who seems to be getting a specific inner message, speaks abruptly.   “One of the things we do need is our will,” she says somewhat loudly.   “Many times in our lifetime we might write out a will, you know, of the things we wish as a legacy.   As our life changes, so our will changes.”   Then she stops, takes a long look at Kewe.

“But, you understand...
will is what we take with us when we go....
WILL is the keyword here.”

It’s as if the word, ‘will’ had been correct for the meaning she’d intended, or wanted to express as a sentence, only in her thoughts there had been a sudden added emphasis, and a change.

Kewe can see she is searching for words.   “Our focus on earthly things....”   She starts to speak, looks directly into Kewe’s eyes.   “It is not the same when we get to the mountain.   Okay, if we have family here, or friends, we might keep a loving eye on events....”

Kewe, trying to capture all this on tape, is startled by the emphasis she has just given to the word ‘will.’   He’s even more startled when he realizes Laura is speaking to him now, not only by voice—he’s also hearing her in his mind, it’s another stream of thought.   He is being told in his mind that this is one important element of all worlds that he should himself take note.

Lara, speaking through her voice, is saying, “...As we reach the top, everything we’ve ever known, in any realm, in any lifetime, it’s all there.   All this junk we have used.   All the energy we’ve needed to climb the mountain...we leave behind.   We get to where we are outside of energy, of light, of what we know of these mountain worlds.”

“What remains then...what is most important...is our will.”