Free Sara, Book 3 by Esther And Jerry Hicks

good.”
    Yes, indeed. And, Annette, we are very happy that you have joined us. How are you today?
    “I’m good, too, Solomon. And I’m so happy that you all have included me. I can’t believe how great this is. I feel so lucky.”
    We all feel that way, Annette. It is wonderful to be together. We are birds of a feather, you know—and birds of a feather flock together!”
    Annette laughed.
    Sara, what would you say is the most significant thing you have come to know since we have been flocking together? Solomon asked.
    Annette and Seth laughed.
    Sara looked at Solomon. Why was he asking such a big question of her? Why didn’t Solomon begin by explaining to Annette, in
the way he had explained to Sara and then to Seth? She had hoped that Solomon would show Annette how to fly, as he had shown
her, when she first met him, or Seth, when he first met him.
    She squinted her eyes, trying to find the answer to this very big question. It seemed like there were so many important things
that she had learned from Solomon. So many things had happened in Sara’s life since meeting Solomon, and he had helped her
and Seth through so many situations, it didn’t seem possible to sift through all of that right now and decide the one most
significant thing.
    “Solomon, I don’t—”
    Sara, Solomon interrupted, I’ll give you a hint. The way you know the thing that is most significant is that the emotion you feel around it is very, very strong. So, if you can remember the most powerful emotions— you’ll discover what is most important.
    “Do you mean good emotions or bad emotions?” Sara asked. This was fun. She loved learning from Solomon in this way.
    I mean, good or bad. When the feeling is strong, whether it feels good or bad, it always means it is important. But often, it is easier for you to remember those powerful bad-feeling emotions. They are often the first indicator that something important is happening.
    “So you’re saying that if I can remember the very worst thing that ever happened to me, or the very worst feelings that I
have ever felt, then I’ll know the thing that is most significant?”
    That’s right.
    “Well, Solomon, when you put it that way, it’s easy to answer. Because the worst that I have ever felt in my whole life was
when Jason and Billy shot you. And you were bleeding. And then you closed your eyes. And I thought you were dead.”
    Annette winced and folded her arms tightly around herself.
    Sara, I was dead! Solomon said dramatically. At least in the way you mortals look at it. Your father buried my rumpled pile of moth-eaten feathers in the backyard. Don’t you remember?
    A blast of laughter shot out of Sara’s mouth. Solomon’s blatant disrespect for death had caught her off guard. And sitting
there, talking with someone about their own death, while they were, in this moment, so very much alive, somehow took the sting
out of this solemn subject.
    Yes, I foresee many joyful conversations about death ahead of the three of you.
    Sara, Seth, and Annette all laughed hard.
    “Solomon, you sure do have a strange perspective about things.”
    Me, have a strange perspective? I think it is you mortals who have the strange perspective. Think about it: Every one of you knew, when you came into these wonderful physical bodies, that you would be only temporary tenants in them. And every one of you, even now, understands that you will not remain permanently in them. You all believe that you will die, for you know of none who have not. And yet you insist on worrying about death and pushing against it. You do not see it as the beautiful, normal, miraculous thing that it is. Instead, you see it as something unwanted and hated; you see it as a penalty. And when you find someone within your society that you truly despise, you give them the “death penalty.” It is no wonder you are confused about this subject.
    The three of them stared silently at Solomon. He was right. Not one of them knew