Free Children of the Source by Geoffrey Condit

couple of people speaking on the telephone.”
        “Like the ones you showed me.   That’s real funny speaking in one place and someone hearing it in another.”
        “It is, isn’t it?   I’ve only seen them a couple of times, too,”  Laith said.
        “They don’t work anymore,” she said.
        “No, but this does,”  Laith replied.
        “Meg. Meg, darling.”   Meg looked at Rosa who sat staring at her.  But the face softened, and the voice and eyes belonged to someone else.
        “Ma. Mama,” Meg opened her mouth to scream and ran to Rosa.   Laith caught her and led her trembling to the medium.
        “Carefully, Meg,” Laith whispered.   “It’s like a bubble.  Very delicate.  Be gentle, but don’t touch.  Talk to your mother, Meg.”
        She wiped her eyes and nose, and looked at Rosa.   “Mama?”
        “Meg. It’s Mama.   You remember Tinker.  She’s here with us.”
        Meg’s face lit up.   “Wanda there, too?”
        “Yes, Meg, but younger.   We can do that here.”
        “And Daddy?” she breathed, eyes bright, barely believing her ears.
        “He’ll speak in a moment.  First, I want to have you look in your dreams for us.  We will be there in some of them and we can visit.  Do you understand?”
        “Yes, Mama.   Like you came a couple of times.”
        “Now, your father will be with me too.”
        Rosa’s face changed, and Meg looked up a Laith who pointed back at Rosa.  “Watch.”  The faces changed again becoming craggy, almost hard, and the eyes fluttered and opened.
        “Meg?” the voice deepened.
        “Daddy?”
        “Yes, Love.”   The voice held a tired strain.  “You need to know I live, and my grave - I’m not there.  Your mother and I are together, and no one can hurt us here.  Uncle Max is here.  I can’t stay long.”  His voice faltered and picked up.  “I’m very tired, and thank you to those who lend me your energy for this evening.  My darling Meg, know I live.”  The eyes held hers strongly for a long moment, then the face softened, and the eyes closed. 
        Meg’s face shown with wonder.   Then with a high squeal of joy she hurled herself into Laith’s arms.  I chuckled.  Some people clapped, one whistled, others laughed.
        The noise settled down, and everyone faced the mediums, and Laith expectantly.
         “Hello,” Helen said, the voice held a prim French accent, definitely feminine.
        “Marie,” Laith acknowledged with a slight bow.
        “Ah, my handsome.”
        Laith blushed.   “In a serious vein, Madam, the people are curious about the aliens and the alien spacecraft.”
        Marie spoke, “Your world moves through rhythms as each of you do individually.   You call these cycles for they do indeed repeat themselves.  The longest cycle you have knowledge of is the Great Year of approximately twenty-six thousand years.  But there are greater ones you have no knowledge of.  Your position within these cycles has reached a point where the greatest potentials of the system are available to you.
        “The aliens, as you call them, were once part of your planet having come from another star system.   They left Earth long ago and entered a more advanced system.  This system moved into the period you are now entering where they left the tired problems of greed, fear, doubt, envy, and hate.  Now they come home, so to speak, to help you.
        “To further help you as a physical focus, new teachers, the most developed to date in your system, live now among you in your world.   These entities will operate as a focus for these potentials - of what is possible for each individual.  The last few years you’ve noticed the stirrings of new abilities and old memories within you.  These will build and grow, and indeed, open avenues within you never knew existed.  Jamie can answer your