crumpled it. That was when I realized we were talking to a Luciferian! Bo has told us so much about them, their ways of scrambling our message, that I expected his eyes to blaze + his lips to peel + show fangs. I really wanted to grab your container, Leah, + run.
âThat was totally unnecessary,â I said.
The Luciferian belched + his eye machines looked from me back to you. âAnd whatâs up with the twinky turtleneck get-up?â Then, to himself, he muttered, âCalifornia, land of the freaks.â
âThis entire world will end in two days,â you said + it was beautiful.
Back in the van, we put our tuning forks to our heads + asked the Next Level what to do + I heard, âReturn to headquarters.â âRight now?â I said into the universe, but silently. âCanât I spend more time with Leah?â Then I swiveled my eye machines + saw you looking into the minivan beside us in the parking lot. The sliding door was open + those two twin babies, new vessels, fresh from the manufacturer, blinked in the backseat. Their mother bent over them + you waved to them in a tiny way. But the mother saw you + swung the sliding door shut.
âFinish your work,â the Next Level returned, so I drove. According to my stopwatch, it had been one hundred + twenty minutes since we had launched from Rancho Santa Fe + we still hadnât picked up the fuel for the space jump. At the Ralphs, a cashier vessel with a bumpy facepart scanned our big jars of applesauce + cases of pudding + jugs of vodka. He said, âLooks like a partyâcan I come?â
I wanted to say, The invitations were given out two thousand years ago!
âThe invitations were given out two thousand years ago!â I said.
âNo need to shout, dude,â he said.
âI wasnât shouting,â I said.
âLady,â the cashier vessel asked you, âthis guy doesnât have you against your will or anything, does he?â
You smiled + bagged.
But in the car, I could tell something was wrong. In the passenger seat, you watched the brush fires + hugged your legs to your chest. You left the Bible on the floor. I didnât say anything because I didnât want to bang your frequency. In the driveway, I parked + neither of us moved.
âMichael, do you ever have doubts?â you said softly to the dashboard. This close, your facepart was a sun that I couldnât look into.
âDoubts?â I said.
âDoubts about the Gate,â you said. âAbout us going.â
Leah: we all have spiritsâmemories + hopes + addictions + behaviors rattling around in our containers like sneakers in a dryer. They are the additions + we need to subtract them + get empty. My Spirit List is long: you, mainly, then my father then Boulder Colorado + my old programming job . . . These spirits make the doubts about the Gate + doubts are how the Luciferians win. Theyâll tether you here to the earth to endure the recycling. To fit through the window in the sky , Bo teaches, you have to let go of everything that you are carrying. Nobody said it would be easy to get the scales to zero.
âSpirits make doubtsââ I said, but you said, âNever mind,â + suddenly you were light years from me.
Inside the mansion, you walked straight to the SpiritRoom to decontaminate, which I thought was a good idea. We needed time apart. I took the grocery bags to the kitchen + hovered in front of the computers, each one blinking, âRed alert! Hale-Bopp is coming!â in an important font. I could hear Brian in the den recording his testimony for the video camera. Did you read his screenplay Beyond Human , which will change the world after we leave? It is 422 pages about Boâs emergency landing on the planet, how the away team created Jesus + the other vessels + what happens after the long war of earth living is finally over. Itâs so big Brian bound it with six-inch screws. Brian