Free Love Story: In The Web of Life by Ken Renshaw Page A

recording of the
session?"
    "It will be available from his website in about
a week. The web address is on the meeting flyer," Added
Elise.
    "We should go back in now," said
Tina.
    In a few minutes, Herondus began
again:
    "On your planet you have the idea of
Superheroes, which appear in comic books, TV, and in your movies.
Many of them have magic shields to deflect gunfire, laser beams,
and other projectiles. Many on your planet use logic as your
shield, to give you a certainty against all ideas that do not agree
with your beliefs.
    "Your radio and television political
commentators can project great certainty that opposing viewpoints
are wrong through logic, although their opposing counterparts can
speak with equal certainty that their opponents are idiots. These
certainties prevent real discourse or dialog where one party
attempts to understand the viewpoint of others.
    "On an interpersonal level, you may often find
the people who demonstrate great certainty about what they know,
are using that certainty as a shield to prevent anyone from knowing
who they really are. Logic can be a great shield to prevent someone
from finding out that deep-deep down inside you have some shame or
that you believe you are not good enough.
    "We will continue dialoging on that subject
throughout this weekend. But now, it is time for a
meditation."
    The lights came down and Herondus led everyone
through a guided meditation: Going to a meadow, sitting under a
tree, and then proceeding through and exploration of the
surroundings. I fell asleep after the first few minutes.
    At the end of the session, as we were standing
up ready to leave, it was apparent that Tina was leaving with
Elise: the wingman thing was in play. I said to Elise, "I would
like to have lunch with you to discuss your research. It could be
important to some work I am doing."
    Tina smiled her approval.
    Elise replied, "It will have to be
tomorrow."
    "I can do that," I said.
    Elise gave me her card, and I said I would call
her at home in the morning.
    As we all exchanged hugs, I noticed that Tina's
wasn't as stiff as when we met before the meeting.
    I arrived early at Hernando's on Melrose hoping
to get a good table.
     
     
     
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    Hernando's is one of those trendy sidewalk
restaurants, with Mexican national colors in the awning, wrought
iron tables and chairs, and separated from the sidewalk by only a
thin iron railing. The place was filling with trendy Hollywood-type
people wearing either business suits or designer jeans. Most of the
women wore little makeup and had long slightly curled or straight
hair.
    Elise soon joined me, also wearing jeans, but
not the kind in the Melrose shops. Somehow, she looked like an
academic, or at least that was what she projected.
    I rose and greeted her with a handshake that
seemed appropriate. This was not a date. She was keeping a feeling
of distance, probably treating me as if I were Tina's territory. We
exchanged some small talk, ordered iced tea, and tostadas for which
Hernando's is famous.
    "Tell me about your project that involves
something about channeling," she said drinking her tea.
    "It is really not about channeling per se; it
is about remote sensing. It involves a civil case. I would like to
know about channeling to see whether it is related. What was your
bottom line in your dissertation?" I inquired.
    "Let me start at the beginning. About four
years ago, a friend invited me to go to a channeling, not a big
event such as we attended last night, bur a living room full of
people in The Valley. I was expecting to see a bunch of weirdoes,
but was surprised to see normal looking people from all
backgrounds.
    "When the channel arrived, I was surprised
because he was so normal looking, with a slight build, probably of
Mediterranean descent, wire-rimmed circular glasses, and wearing a
black T-shirt with a Nike logo. He introduced himself with a mild
voice. He took a lot longer to go into trance than does Herondus.
Before he