Harris is painting outside the Heavenly Healing Spa in the rose gardens that border the back of the grounds. A scene of a zebra, a cheetah, and a lamb dozing companionably on the grass with foxes and chipmunks thrown in for good measure, leans on a small portable easel. He loves that animals are in harmony here. There’s no need to kill each other for food or to protect territory. As with human souls, they feed off universal energy.
As most days in Heaven, the sky is clear and the temperature balmy. Hearing chatter behind him, he turns around to see Abidemi with her colorfully decorated braids and her endlessly long legs running towards him, chatting to Warren who’s beside her.
“Harris,” she calls. “We’re on our way to the Sacred Telescope. Care to join us?”
“Sure.” Harris grins, washing
