Free Entanglement by Gregg Braden Page B

science is saying we’re psychically connected, then there really must be something wrong with Charlie.”
    â€œScience would never say ‘psychically connected.’ It’s all just speculative … we’re just talking.”
    â€œYeah, we’re talking too much. What time is it anyhow?”
    Peter looked at his watch. His expression was enough; Jack took off running toward the physics lab.
    Jack tore into the room and went straight to his laptop.
    â€œCharlie! I’m sorry, I’m here, don’t hang up!” He stopped dead in his tracks.
    On the computer screen, Charlie’s name was still grayed out. So was Ernesto’s. No messages. Nothing.
    Peter walked into the room. “Jack!”
    Jack quickly checked his e-mail. Nothing. “Oh, God. No!”
    â€œDid you miss him? What happened?”
    â€œHe didn’t call. Something really did happen.”
    â€œJack, calm down. Listen to me. You don’t know for sure.”
    â€œOr what if he did call, and I missed it! Because we were so busy talking!” Jack began to pace back and forth, his fists clenched, a strange look on his face.
    Peter studied him and made a decision. “What did you see, Jack? Tell me now. What did you see?”
    â€œI saw Charlie in the desert. I saw sand and a hill and a ridge. And in the distance what looked like a coyote—”
    â€œA coyote?”
    â€œOr something like one … and the guys, they were talking. But then there was this horrible buzzing, screaming sound! And then, I felt it burning through me! This horrible feeling! Burning through me!”
    Enraged, Jack pushed over a lab table, causing equipment to crash to the floor.
    â€œJack, that’s not happening. Get it out of your head. That’s not real.”
    â€œIt was real. Why would I see it if it wasn’t real?” Jack put his hands to his temples, his breathing strained.
    â€œI don’t know. Maybe it was a premonition like you said—”
    â€œBut how can I warn Charlie if I can’t speak to him?”
    â€œAll right, just relax, Jack. It’ll be okay.”
    Jack breathed deeply as he focused on a large poster of outer space that hung on the wall beyond Peter—a poster of endless stars.
    After a moment, he closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he was envisioning another flash of bright sunlight and then a Humvee followed by two other army vehicles, moving across the desert. The caravan was heading in the opposite direction from the last time he’d pictured it.
    Jack fell back against the wall and put his face in his hands. He was shaking.
    â€œOh, my God, it’s happening, right now! I can feel it! Charlie …”
    Peter went to Jack and grabbed him by the arms, trying to control him. Jack struggled but ended up falling to the floor. Peter got down by his side and tried to calm him.
    â€œJack, listen! Panic doesn’t help. It’s a waste of time. There’s a link between you and your brother, so use it—like a radio frequency.”
    â€œI want him back,” Jack wept.
    â€œ Wanting won’t work. You have to focus.”
    â€œI don’t know how! It’s too late.”
    â€œIt’s not . Bring him into focus. Open your heart up to him. And make him aware that you’re guiding him back to safety.”
    â€œI can’t,” Jack cried, sounding like a small boy. “I don’t know how.”
    â€œWhat does it feel like to know he’s safe? What would it feel like to look up at that screen and see your brother’s face on it?”
    Jack did his best to look up at the computer, tears welling in his eyes.
    â€œIt feels good. It makes me feel so relieved.”
    â€œWhat are you going to say to Charlie?”
    â€œI don’t know, I don’t know. Charlie, please be okay.”
    â€œHe is okay, Jack. He is! Now, let him know how important he is. Use the energy field that connects you to