Conversation with Roger:
Him: "Hello Racqele"
He still has his Italian accent, and says my name in Italian.
Me: "Hi Roger, how are you?"
Him: "I am as good as you." He says with a chuckle.
Me: "Sorry it has been so long since I checked in."
Him: "it has been busy, you have been listening well without need to interrupt."
ME: "Last time I wrote our conversation down, we were going to start navigating through the field of screens. Did we do that?"
Him: "Oh yes, the Field of Screens. Let us review the path to see where we are. Come with me."
ME: I get up off the couch and follow him down the stairs in the kitchen. We stand on the train platform again. It is no longer Fall in the train station. It is Spring with pink flower petals swirling around. It feels warm and smells like honeysuckle.
"This is different." I say to Roger. As I am looking around. "It has always been fall when I am here."
"Yes," he says wistfully as he stands here with his hands in his pockets. "This is nice for you to be here at a different time. It is good for the soul. The train is coming are you ready to go?"
"Yes, yes I am." I say, as I turn towards the tracks.
The blue and white light can be seen glowing in the distance down the track. And before I can soak in the feeling it is here, zooming through the station.
"Let us go now Racqele," says Roger as he holds his hand for me to hold on to.
We step into the zooming light and off we go. I never stood in the blue light train before, but this time we paused. It feels like water without the wetness. it is thick but not constrictive.
Roger turns to the left side of the train and steps off, pulling me with him.
We are standing at the edge of a grassy knoll. It is warm and sunny outside.
"Let us go" he says again and starts walking away from the train. As we crest over the knoll we can see there is a valley down the hill in front of us. the field is filled with the screens. all with pictures or images on them like short movies or picture slides.
We walk until we are in front of the first row.
"Can you see the images clearly on the screen?" Roger asks.
"No," I reply. "They are very bright. I can see the colors. But that is all."
"It is OK, please close your eyes," Roger says. I sigh, "OK" I respond, and close my eyes.
"What color did you see before you closed your eyes?" he asked. "Dark Pink," I reply. "With some white rounded lines."
I can feel him pull me over a few feet until we are standing in front of different ones in the same row.
"I want you to open your eyes and then close them again and tell me what colors you see," Roger says.
I open my eyes and see a dark green green color with the same white rounded lines. I close them again and we move further down.
"Open them again," says Roger. I open them again and I see static.
"This is good," says Roger. "You can keep them open now. We will go back to the ones you can see the colors."
We walk back down and stand there looking up at the big screens.
"What can you see?" I ask Roger.
"I see turmoil, money and happiness. Usually work, home and family. and not in that order all the time.
Let us step into the Field of Screens and go to the next row," Roger says.
We walk past the first row of screens until we are standing at the next row.
I see all dark muted colors. Brown, blue, maroon. All matte like colors. I tell Roger this.
"Oh yes," he says. "Turmoil again. we shall continue."
"These next few rows are all muted colors. We shall continue through." Roger says.
I look at all the screens as we slowly walk through the field. I can see the colors changing as the images flash on the screen. I need more practice to be able to see things more clearly when I am with Roger.
We are about half way through the field and we stop.
"This is where we are in the field," Roger says.
"What do I need to do to finish the Field of Screens?" I ask.
He waves his hand in the air. "There is time that needs to pass, and things that need to be completed to continue."
"Like what?" I ask.
"Well, Racqele you cannot see the screens. we come here more and practice and we will move faster through the screens."
"What happens after the screens?" I ask.
"When you spoke to your Soul, she told you, that is where a new journey begins with another soul. Maybe a boat ride across a lake, or a swim in the water. Or a picnic where you both pause and enjoy the view."
Roger points to my left and waves. there is a woman walking towards us in a long lightweight dress, with her hair in a bun.
"Hello Rachel, how are you my dear?"
She sounds like my Aunt Arloa. I met her before, it is my Grandma Bertha.
"Hi Grandma, I am good," I reply.
"You always have so many questions, but never want to hear the answers." She laughs as she says this.
"Yes, I want to know everything that is going to happen until I can, then I don't want to know." I chuckle as I say it, knowing how silly it sounds.
"You can ask questions if you have any right now," she says.
A thought flutters through my head, but I don't say it.
She laughs..."yes, you will. If that is a decision you make."
I didn't even say anything. I say.
"You do not need to." she replies.
"Should I?" I ask aloud, as a follow up to the first unspoken question.
Be so busy you don't have time to question it. Grandma Bertha says.
"Fill you day from sunrise to Sunset, with activity." "This", she motions to the screens "is not of your phone or computer. You built this to help you see more clearly."
"Do all the things you need to, to make sure Roger and I are right there. You keep us away, my dear. Heartstrong too. You have learned well that our help, and guidance does not guarantee perfection, or absence of sadness or loneliness. But if you allow us to lift you up, you will feel the extra strength and guidance we can provide."
"Thank you Grandma." I say quietly.
"Can I really do all of the things I want?" I ask, little incredulous.
"Yes, all of them." Grandma Bertha says. "IF you keep your mind body and soul healthy."
"Come talk to me tonight. Let us help you align with what you need to be able to get what you want."
Before I could respond again she was gone.
I turn to Roger and look at him. "What do we do now?" I ask.
"Well we are in the beautiful Italian countryside. would you like to see the town?"
Before I can respond we are standing on a cobblestone road in front of a small Italian looking restaurant. I stand in the middle of the roadway and swirl slowly around soaking in the sights all around me.
"I love it." I whisper.
I turn to Roger. "What do I need to work on?" I ask.
Trust. Roger says.
