If it had come from anyone else, I would have probably laughed at such a suggestion. It sounded way too much like something one of the psychics-for-hire in town would say to someone who was having personal problems. But now I had that white-gold light all around me, the energy from the creek encouraging me, telling me that it wasn’t all woo-woo.
It was as easy as resting my palms face up on my knees and letting the energy flow over me, wrap around every limb, drift across my face like the caress of a warm summer breeze, looking almost like an extension of my own pale blonde hair as it flowed around me. Encased in that cocoon of pure light, I knew I could come to no harm.
Martin’s voice seemed to come from far away, as if transmitting from a distant radio station. “Very good. Keep that fo
