Free Garden of Sorrow (Book 4 of Psychic Visions, a paranormal romantic suspense) by Dale Mayer Page B

toward a waterfall she'd loved as a child. She was on the path through an open meadow. The grass was high, the sun hot. The sound of the water beckoned. She felt so alive. Strong. Vibrant. She tilted her face to the sun and smiled.
    Feels good, doesn't it?
    She turned to answer Stefan, somehow not surprised to see him in her mediation. Yes, it does.
    Good. Now let's work on your energy pathways.
    She followed his instructions and saw the energy in her body glow as he pointed out how to move it up the meridians that crisscrossed her body. He showed her how the little hiccups in the meridians could be smoothed out and how to increase the energy as the two of them moved about.
    She lost track of time in this alternate world. It was as if there were just the two of them in a whole new world.
    Actually it is a new world. It's a different facet of the old world – but in a whole new way. For you. For me and many others, this is a place we come to often.
    She could believe it.
    There's someone else here as well. Someone hoping to say 'hi.''
    She turned to look at him. Lord, he looked different. Surreal, glowing even. At the beginning of this exercise he'd looked like he had when she'd arrived at his house. Now he looked…well…ghostly.
    He laughed. That's because we crossed into a new dimension. We're on the 'dead' side of life so to speak. The other side. An alternate plane of existence. And because we are here, at least this much inside the energy field, there is someone who wants to see you. Someone who has stuck around instead of travelling into the light. Someone who has waited a full year for this moment.
    A glowing purple-gold light stepped out from behind him.
    Alexis stared. The form became more distinct. Clearer. More easily identified.
    Her heart stopped. Then raced forward. Her feet unknowingly did the same. She ran into the wide open arms ready to receive her.
    Lissa!

CHAPTER 7
    A lexis's week disappeared under a heavy load of work and practice sessions. She went to work each day, impatient to end her work day in time for her sessions with Stefan or to work on her lessons at home. And to have more visits with her sister.
    Focusing on her day job, she raked, weeded and hoed her way down the rows and beds. The plants were reaping the benefits of her developing skills. The colors of her flowerbeds no longer erratically jumped and zinged around. As she practiced being calm, loving and centered, the plants followed in kind. The colors of some were less exuberant perhaps, but all were healthier looking.
    Who'd believe that stilling her mind and opening her chakras, a concept Stefan had shared with her, could actually happen in the first place? Or that when the chakras were open, the energy moved through the body in a healing way that automatically spread outward to others?
    If only she could learn to calm her thoughts. After only two sessions with Stefan, she'd already learned so much but mastery of that knowledge was a long way off.
    "Hey, Alex!"
    Alexis turned to see Scott striding toward her.
    "What's going on, Alex? Lately, you're taking off like you've got a hot lover stashed somewhere. It's not like you." Scott's long shaggy hair flipped in the wind with his shaking head. He stopped to take a closer look at her. "You don't, do you? You'd tell your good buddy, Scott, wouldn't you?" he teased.
    "Are you nuts? You'd post it in the newspapers if I told you. I'm not quite that naive." Her heart warmed at the sight of him. "No, I've found someone to help me with the Sight."
    His laughter stilled as he grew serious. "That's good, that is. Just don't be believing everyone out there. There're plenty of charlatans in this world."
    "This one isn't." She was dead certain of that. Stefan had such incredible abilities and she knew he hadn't even found his own limits yet. Currently, her practical psychic work centered on controlling her energy so she could respond to Stefan's telepathy in the same way – with mixed success. She