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depletion, but whenever I get the chance I drive over here and take a break. I like hanging out where the forests are so different.”
    He looked around. “Do you realize some of the trees here are close to five hundred years old? This is truly a virgin forest, a rare thing. Everything is in perfect balance: the larger trees filtering the sunlight, allowing a multitude of tropical plant life to thrive underneath. The plant life in a rain forest is old too, but it grows differently. It’s basically jungle. This is more like what an old forest looks like in a temperate zone, such as in the United States.
    “I’ve never seen anything like this there,” I said.
    “I know,” he said. “Only a few remain. Most of the ones I know of were sold by the government to lumber interests, as though all they could see in a forest like this is board feet of lumber. Damn shame that anyone would mess with a place like this. Look at the energy.”
    “You can see the energy here?” I asked.
    He looked at me closely, as though deciding whether to elaborate.
    “Yes, I can,” he said finally.
    “Well, I haven’t been able to,” I said. “I tried yesterday when they were meditating with plants at the garden.”
    “Oh, I couldn’t see fields that large at first either,” he said. “I had to start by looking at my fingers.”
    “How do you mean?”
    “Let’s move over there,” he said, pointing to an area where the trees parted slightly and blue sky showed through overhead. “I’ll show you.”
    When we arrived, he said, “Lean back and touch the tips of your index fingers together. Keep the blue sky in the background. Now separate the tips about an inch and look at the area directly between them. What do you see?”
    “Dust on the lens of my eye.”
    “Ignore that,” he said. “Take your eyes out of focus a little and move the tips closer, then further apart.”
    As he talked I moved my fingers around, unsure what he meant by taking my eyes out of focus. I finally placed my gaze vaguely on the area between my fingers. Both finger-tips went slightly blurry, and as this happened I saw something like strands of smoke stretching between the tips.
    “Good grief,” I said, and explained what I saw.
    “That’s it! That’s it!” he said. “Now just play with that a while.”
    I touched all four fingers together, then my palms and forearms. In each case I continued to see streaks of energy between the body parts. I dropped my arms and looked at Phil.
    “Oh, you want to see mine?” he asked. He stood up and stepped back a few feet, positioning his head and torso so the sky would be directly behind him. I tried for a few minutes but a noise behind us broke my concentration. I turned and saw Sarah.
    Phil stepped forward and grinned broadly. “Is this the person you’ve been waiting for?”
    As Sarah approached, she too was smiling. “Hey, I know you,” she said, pointing at Phil.
    They embraced warmly, then Sarah looked at me and said, “Sorry I’m late. My mental alarm didn’t go off for some reason. But now I guess I know why. It gave you two a chance to talk. What have you been doing?”
    “He just learned how to see the fields between his fingers,” Phil said.
    Sarah looked at me. “Last year Phil and I were up here at this very spot learning to do the same thing.” She glanced at Phil. “Let’s put our backs together. Maybe he can see the energy between us.”
    They stood back to back in front of me. I suggested they move closer and they stepped toward me until the space between us was about four feet. They were silhouetted against the sky, which was still a dark blue in that direction. To my surprise, the space between them looked lighter. It was yellow, or a yellowish pink.
    “He sees it,” Phil said, reading my expression.
    Sarah turned and grabbed Phil by the arm and they slowly stepped away from me so that their bodies were perhaps ten feet away. Surrounding their upper torsos was a whitish-pink