Free The Celestine Prophecy: An Adventure by James Redfield

one was about two feet high. In the other, the plants were less than fifteen inches. The four men walked to the plot containing the taller corn then sat down, each on one corner of the plot facing inward. On cue they all seemed to focus their eyes on the plants. The late afternoon sun shone from behind me, bathing the plot in soft, amber light, yet the woods beyond remained dark in the distance. The plot of corn and the students were silhouetted against the almost black background.
    Sarah was standing beside me. “This is perfect,” she said. “Look! Can you see that?”
    “What?”
    “They’re projecting their energy onto the plants.
    I stared intently at the scene but could detect nothing.
    “I can’t see anything,” I said.
    “Squat down lower then,” Sarah said, “and focus on the space between the people and the plants.”
    For a moment I thought I saw a flicker of light, but I concluded it was just an after image, or my eyes playing tricks on me. I tried several more times to see something then gave up.
    “I can’t do it,” I said, standing.
    Sarah patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. The first time is the most difficult. It usually takes some experimenting with the way you focus your eyes.”
    One of the meditators looked over at us and brought his index finger up to his lips, so we walked back toward the building.
    “Are you going to be here at Viciente long?” Sarah asked.
    “Probably not,” I said. “The person I’m with is looking for the last part of the Manuscript.”
    She looked surprised. “I thought all of it had been located. Though I guess I wouldn’t know. I’ve been so engrossed in the part that pertains to my work that I haven’t read much of the rest.”
    I instinctively reached for my pants pocket, suddenly uncertain where Sarah’s translation was. It was rolled up in my back pocket.
    “You know,” Sarah said. “We’ve found two periods of the day most conducive to seeing energy fields. One is sunset. The other is sunrise. If you want, I’ll meet you at dawn tomorrow and we’ll try again.”
    She reached out for the folder. “That way,” she continued, “I can make you a copy of this translation and you can take it with you.”
    I pondered this suggestion for a few seconds, then decided it couldn’t hurt.
    “Why not?” I said. “I’ll have to check with my friend, though, and make sure we have enough time.” I smiled at her. “What makes you think I can learn to see this stuff?”
    “Call it a hunch.”
    We agreed to meet on the hill at 6:00 A.M ., and I started the one mile trek to the Lodge alone. The sun had completely disappeared but its light still bathed the grey clouds along the horizon in hues of orange. The air was chilly but no wind blew.
    At the lodge a line was forming in front of the serving bar in the huge dining room. Feeling hungry, I walked toward the head of the line to see what food was being served. Wil and Professor Hains were standing near the front, talking casually.
    “Well,” Wil said, “how did the afternoon go?”
    “Great,” I said.
    “This is William Hains,” Wil added.
    “Yes,” I said, “we met earlier.”
    The professor nodded.
    I mentioned my early morning rendezvous the next day. Wil saw no problem, as he wanted to find a couple of people he hadn’t talked to yet, and didn’t anticipate leaving before 9:00 A.M .
    The line moved forward then and the people behind us invited me to join my friends. I stepped in beside the professor.
    “So what do you make of what we’re doing here?” Hains asked.
    “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m trying to let it soak in a little. The whole idea of energy fields is new to me.”
    “The reality of it is new to everyone,” he said, “but the interesting thing is that this energy is what science has always been looking for: some common stuff underlying all matter. Since Einstein particularly, physics has sought a unified field theory. I don’t know if this is