He crawled underneath the bleachers to a place where some old cardboard hid his treasure. He hurriedly exposed a long piece of wood of about two meters and a circular metal object. He moved out into the open field carrying his two objects of importance. Placing the metal disc on one of the lower bleachers, he proceeded to run while carrying his long wooden spear over his right shoulder. Once he had acquired enough forward momentum, he arched his back, way back. Suddenly like an overstretched elastic band, he would thrust the object into the air with a loud should. The wooden spear left his forward thrust, and after a few seconds of travel in the air, landed some distance from him. He raised his fists in glory at his accomplishment, waited for a little and moved to the bench where he had parked his round metal disc. He once again twirled circularly like a ballerina step-hopping and twisting, he flung the metal object some distance but not as far as the javelin. As I unconsciously stood taller to seek out the landing of his throw, I exposed my location and the young man called out to me, “Did you see that?”. Surprised at his address of me, I nodded, “Who me?” as I looked around me to see if he was gesturing to someone else. “Yes, you, he responded.” We soon became friends.
As time went on, Carl would come with me to my home, and often enough, he would be invited to have dinner with us. My mother was impressed by his voracious appetite, despite him being very slim. She often wondered out loud in Greek to all of us; “poli pinasmeno to pedi," starving child. He often wore the same clothes, and his sneakers were full of holes as if someone had used them for target practice. My mother encouraged me to share with Carl, some hand me downs, she was given at the Royal Victoria. Clothes which were given to my mother in turn by her supervisor, Mrs. Delormier, for my use.
His description of “sexual acts,” he had witnessed, whetted my curiosity as a young teen of fifteen. Carl thought himself very adult and offered to educate me on what it was all about: That evening, I was to sneak out of my home at about 9:00. We were supposed to climb to the top of the row housing where he lived, where we would see a “live performance” through the rooftop skylight next to the house he was living at. That afternoon, Constable Martineau dropped by my home and asked me if we could go for a chat at our usual mountain lookout.
lines on scrolling paper. After a few sessions of my talking to Carl by his bedside, describing to him the wonders of the Elysium Fields, I began to wonder, who was being influenced most? While my friend Carl remained motionless and still, Dr. Brenda, beamed with smiles and joy as she glossed over the readings of this instrument? She could not get enough of my speaking to Carl; she repeated after my every pause, almost begged me, “Please continue, please Elias.”: Apparently, somehow, Carl was mentally reacting to my voice in ways she had never seen before in an individual who was placed in a self-induced coma. As with Prof. Hctif, when he was examining me in his lab, “Things were off the charts!”, according to Dr. Brenda as well.
On one of my visits to the hospital to see Carl, I found this man and woman, whom I had never seen before, along with my mentor, Constable Martineau, in the room with Carl. They were introduced as M. and Mme. Provencher. Mr. Provencher was the coach from Collège Jean-de-Brébeuf, who had been interested in coaching Carl. Turns out, that the Provenchers had lost their own son in a boating accident some months earlier, almost at the same time Carl had his accident. They were interested in adopting Carl.
In time, my friend Carl recovered fully. His new family was more than he could ask for. He had, over time, become a medical doctor, married with two beautiful and accomplished adult children and a grandfather of five grandchildren. As of last year, he left this current reality, perhaps granted entrance to the Elysium Fields. Although both Carl and I, never made it to the Olympics, my experiences with him revealed much to me and to my "Security Group.": We concluded that I did not need to use my healing powers by directly touching individuals, putting myself at risk of being discovered. The Light was not something that was transmitted through touching but simply awakened within individuals. Having the young read or listen to my description of the wonders of the Elysium Fields, and their use of their imagination, The Light could be awakened within them.
I decided to become a teacher and to share the knowledge and wisdom of my life experiences with the young. When I retired, with the permission of "The Security Group," I was allowed to write my stories to reach a wider audience. My greatest reward, at my age of 3017, is to meet many of my former students or have them write to me and be told by many, "Thank you, Sir, You Inspired me!".
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