many important things. Some of them will cause you great grief if you do not keep foremost in your mind the most important knowledge of all - that physical incarnation is only the chrysalis in which one may transform. Will you do that?’
I will.
‘Be ready for a most extraordinary adventure.’
An adventure? Black looked at the incandescent entity standing over him, at the mathematical formulas that repossessed themselves deep within his being and appeared as constantly moving, never-ending geometric patterns on his splendid skin, and experienced his first burst of unfretted excitement. It was a great feeling.
‘Much more to say, but time to go. Same time tomorrow, Black,’ Green said, and turned into something similar to a heat distortion in the desert, one that disappeared the moment his mother turned the door handle. He had not heard her key in the downstairs door or her tread on the stairs.
‘What is it, my son?’ she cried fearfully from the doorway. Her son’s large catlike eyes were shining in a way she had never seen before.
Not knowing a thing could not be done,
they went ahead and did it.
- Karate DoJo
Black watched the next day drag with agonizing slowness on his clock face: 2 p.m. Where are you, Green? At exactly 3.29 the dry rain came and Green’s luminous figure appeared inside it. He stepped up to the bed, held out his long, narrow arm with its ever flowering geometric fractals, and said, ‘Take my hand.’
I can’t. I told you, I haven’t any control over my limbs.
‘And I told you, you are not your body. Now come out of that body,’ he ordered firmly.
Thinking about it afterwards, Black could never quite make out how he did, but without any warning, just as if uncorked from a champagne bottle, he slipped out of the relentlessly oppressive weight of his body. Oh, but the sensation! The lightness. The freedom. The sheer delight of it. In disbelief he looked down at the twisted body lying so still in the bed, the eyes frozen open. He could have been dead. Only he wasn’t. So what was he now? He looked down upon his new self. Barefoot and dressed in the same childish Pooh Bear pajamas, everything intact. He moved a finger. It moved!
He was so exhilarated by what was happening to him that it was some seconds before he realized that he was moving away from his inert body at considerable speed and would soon hit the ceiling. He put his hand out to stop himself, but his hand simply went through it.
‘Quit messing about and come back down,’ called Green.
How?
‘Use the power of your mind. Think you want to come down.’
‘Instantly Black found himself floating inches over his inert body.
‘Upright on the floor as if you are standing upon it.’
Bubbling with excitement Black righted himself.
‘Try to keep your feet from going through the floor. It looks better that way.
Black bounced upwards
‘Now take my hand.’
Black reached out and found that, though his hand had gone through the ceiling he could not only touch, but grip Green’s hand. It was solid and warm.
‘Your spirit body has substance,’ Green explained, ‘but because it is too subtle to be felt in the material realm your hand went through the ceiling. In your present state you will be able to grasp things from other dimensions but not of the third, which is too coarse.’
Black opened his mouth and tried to use his vocal cords. ‘Hello,’ he said and found he could. He had a voice - not the thick, strangulated sounds of someone who has never spoken in his life but a clear, finely modulated voice. ‘Wow, this is brilliant,’ he shouted, and began to laugh with the sheer joy that speech brought.
‘We have much to do and less time than I originally expected. Nevertheless, first...’
Once again it happened so fast, Black did not even feel the transition from his room into the blackness of outer space. Green released his hand and he began falling, freewheeling through the vastness.
‘Heyyy!’ he