Free Galactic Energies by Luca Rossi

to your own questions,” Irene tells me gently, “but you still refuse to recognize this inside you. You have to accept all of this within yourself first, otherwise there's no explanation that could possibly manage to convince you.”
    “Deep down inside I can't find any answers.”
    “That's what we were afraid of. Cloradil picked a primitive planet like the Earth just so you wouldn't make any contacts.”
    “Primitive? Earth isn't primitive at all!”
    “Antelmo,” Irene's tone is almost maternal, “how much time do Earthlings spend on issues that have nothing to do with eating, sex, arguing, war and vanity?”
    “What does that have to do with anything? Sure, maybe a lot of people only care about those kinds of things, but we also have scientists, philosophers, doctors and a lot of people who do good on Earth. And...”
    “Yes,” Irene interrupts, “but do you let these people guide you or govern you? Or do you willingly follow whoever puts out smiling advertisements, beautiful little faces and tempting promises? Evolved planets are guided by love of knowledge, research and spiritual growth. Cloradil chose Earth because it's about as far as you can get from the Kingdom of Turlis!”
    “Chose? When?”
    Enondil and Irene exchange glances, then lower their eyes. They remain silent, their faces lost in some painful memory.
    We're flying over a house surrounded by fountains and waterways that spill into a little lake. In the middle, there's an island with dozens of kids standing around a woman.
    “That's a school. And she is a magic teacher. You can recognize her from the braid circling her head, like a crown,” Irene explains, turning off the motor of the pyramid.
    “Like...” I start to ask.
    “Yes, like mine!”
    “So, you teach magic?”
    “Not just magic.”
    “Magic,” I repeat, absorbed in my own thoughts. I look down. One boy is standing up. He brings both of his hands in front of him and turns his palms towards one another. A point of orange light starts to take shape between his hands, growing larger every second.
    “It's a memory sphere. He can put his memories inside, as well as his feelings and fears,” Irene explains.
    There seem to be images in the sphere. From this high up, I can't really make them out.
    “Magic is the principal method to examine the laws of the universe and the laws of the soul,” Irene articulates her words carefully, as if it was especially important that I understand what she's telling me.
    “Magic for what's inside and outside of us,” my words seem to be evoking distant memories.
    “Exactly!”
    “There are a lot of ancient texts that deal with magic on Earth. Every once in a while there's an interesting movie on TV or in the theaters on wizards. But I never believed in all of that.”
    “Why not?” Irene asks.
    “Because I always thought it was a load of crap! And Anna always agreed with me. I can't imagine what she has to do with all of this.”
    “When did you two meet?”
    “We went to the same kindergarten and have stayed together ever since.”
    “And what was she like?”
    I smile. Anna's personality is a little difficult to explain.
    “Anna is a little bossy. She has the personality of a leader and likes to do things her own way.”
    “So she always had a certain level of influence over you?”
    “She was the stronger of us two. Between a man and a woman, there's always one who's in charge. It's usually the woman. But she always gave me my own space.”
    “Your space for what?”
    “Tennis games, Friday nights with my friends, games at the stadium on Sundays.”
    “And you two never had any arguments?”
    “We always talked about everything. It's normal, when you're together!”
    “But who decided what you did, where you went, what you watched on TV?”
    “I'd say...maybe...she did a little more often. But she always listened to me and considered my point of view.”
    “Did she ever tell you her opinions on your career or other