SARA, BOOK 2 (11 page)

CHAPTER
22

Let’s Fly Together

S
ara awakened in the middle of the night. Her room was very dark and she lay there for a moment wondering why she was awake.
Then, off in the far corner of the room, up near the ceiling, she noticed a soft white light. “What in the world?!” Sara exclaimed,
sitting up in her bed and rubbing her eyes to try to get them to focus better.

The glow became brighter, and when Sara opened her eyes, she could clearly see the essence of Solomon. It was like seeing
the ghost version of her fine feathered friend.

“Solomon?” Sara questioned. “Is that
you?”

Good evening, Sara. I hope you don’t mind that I
wakened you. I wondered if you might like to come and
fly with us.

“Yes, of course. You bet, I’m ready . . . with
us?
Who’s
us?”

Seth is in the tree house tonight. He’s swinging from
the tree. He is so happy; he just couldn’t sleep. I thought
it might be a good time for a night flight. What do you
think?

Sara’s heart felt so happy she thought she might burst. She had never forgotten the night flights Solomon had escorted her
on, but it had been quite a while since the last one. Nothing in her experience either before or since had even come close
to the wonder and beauty of those flights. And now Solomon was inviting her again, and best of all, her friend Seth would
be coming along, too.

Get dressed and go to the tree house, Sara. Seth will
be glad to see you. I’ll meet you there.

“Great, Solomon. I’ll see you there.”

Solomon disappeared.

Sara slipped out of bed and quietly dressed. She remembered flying with Solomon before and how perfectly comfortable she had
been, flying in her nightgown, even though that flight had been in the middle of the winter. She wasn’t sure why she was bundling
up so much, but it seemed like the right thing to do since she was certain it must be below 40 degrees outside. She quietly
slipped out the back door, crossed the backyard, and left for Thacker’s Trail.

There was no moon visible, and it was very dark. But as she walked, Sara’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she easily made
her way along this familiar trail, feeling her way, or sensing her way, through the trees. She smiled as she noticed that
even though she was out in the middle of the night, all alone, she felt not even one little bit of fear.

She heard a sort of “whoosh” in the trees. She stopped and listened hard to see if she could hear it again. Then
whoosh . . . whoosh . . . whoosh . . .
and a thud. Sara smiled.

Just as Solomon had said, Seth was swinging from the tree. Sara stood still, back in the shadows. How could she let him know
that she was there without startling him?

She cupped her hands over her mouth and called, “Whoo, whoo, whoo . . .” in as owl-like a fashion as she could.

Seth heard the owl sound and stood frozen in his tracks.

“Whoo, whoo, whoo . . .” Sara called again.

“Solomon, is that
you?”
she heard Seth ask.

Sara grinned.

Seth cupped his hands and called back, “Whoo, whoo, whoo . . .”

“Whoo, whoo, whoo . . .” Sara replied.

“Whoo, whoo, whoo . . .” Seth answered back.

“Whoo are you?” Sara cooed, then giggled.

Seth recognized Sara’s voice. “Sara, what in the world are
you
doing out here!”

“I might ask you the same thing.” Sara laughed. “Sorry about the owl call, but I didn’t want to startle you.”

“I just couldn’t sleep, Sara. This Solomon thing is so cool. I can hardly believe that it’s really happening; I kept wondering
if I dreamed it.”

“I know. When
I
first met Solomon, I woke up the next morning thinking I had dreamed it, or that maybe
I
was crazy. And I never did tell anyone else, either, because I was sure they’d think I was crazy. But it’s
not
crazy, Seth. It’s wonderful, and it is
real.”

“I know. It’s neat, Sara, but it
is
sorta weird. I’m glad we can talk about it together.”

“I have an idea that it’s about to get weirder.”

“What do you mean, Sara?”

“Well, Solomon woke me up about an hour ago and said that you were in the tree house and that if I’d meet you here, the three
of us could fly together.”

From over their heads, Seth and Sara heard:
Whoo, whoo, whoo. . . .
Sara laughed. She knew it was Solomon. However, in all the time that Sara had known Solomon, this was the first time, ever,
he had said,
Whoo, whoo, whoo . . . .

“Hi, Solomon,” Sara said. She knew Solomon was talking owl-talk to tease them.

Good evening, my little owl friends. Are you ready
to come fly with me?
Solomon flew down to a limb just over their heads.

“Really, Solomon?” Seth exclaimed. “We can fly with you? Oh, man, I can’t believe this!”

Seth, you’ve flown before, haven’t you? It seems to
me that I can recall many flights out in the countryside
overlooking your farms.

“Oh, you mean dream flying. Oh yeah, I used to do that all the time. In fact, just about every night, I’d fly in my dreams.
But then the dreams stopped. I’m not sure why, but I think it was on account of something Mrs. Gilliland said.”

“What did she say?” Sara asked.

“She said that flying dreams were wrong.”

“Whatever could be wrong with a flying dream?” Sara exclaimed. “They’re just about the best kind of dream a person could have.”

“She said flying dreams are about sex,” Seth blurted out and then blushed. He could hardly believe he had said such a thing
in front of Sara.

Sara blushed, too.

“The next night I was flying, pretty much like usual, out over the farm and the lake and around, and then I flew into a cave.
As I flew in, it got narrower and narrower, and I just kept flying deeper and deeper into the cave until I got wedged deep
in a crack—and there I was, stuck in that crack.”

“Then what happened?” Sara asked.

“I woke up—and that was the very last flying dream I ever had.”

Sara was wide-eyed.

Solomon smiled.
Well, Seth, I think it’s time for
you to free yourself from the bondage of that cave, and
from the bondage of what other people think. It’s time for
you to fly again.

“I’m ready. What do I have to do?”

Sara, why don’t you explain it to Seth.

“Well,” Sara hesitated, trying to remember back to
her
first flying instructions, “first you have to really
want
to fly.”

“Oh, I do!” Seth said.

“And then,” Sara continued, “you have to find the feeling-place of flying.”

“What do you mean,
find the feeling-place?”

“Well, like, you have to remember what it
feels
like to fly, or think about how much fun it is to fly.”

“That’s easy,” Seth said. And in that instant, Seth and Sara felt a whoosh within them that took their breaths away—and up,
up, up, up, up into the top of the tree they arose.

Sara and Seth both laughed as they rose higher and higher and then floated right up out of the top of the tree.

“I thought swinging from the tree was great! Sara, this is
amazing!”

Sara beamed. As much as she loved flying with Solomon, watching Seth flying for the first time was even better.

Sara, I’ll leave you to show Seth around town
tonight. Have fun. We’ll talk more tomorrow.

Solomon flew off into the distance.

“Where to?” Seth said, with an excitement in his voice Sara had never heard before.

“You may go wherever you want to go.” Sara remembered Solomon’s words to her, way back on
her
first flight.

“Let’s go to the cave,” Seth said, heading off in that direction.

Sara followed along behind. She laughed. “Is this sort of like getting back on the horse after you’ve fallen off?” (She thought
it was funny that Seth was willing to go right back into a cave when his last flying dream had ended so terribly, stuck in
a crack in a cave.)

“Yeah, something like that,” Seth called back.

They soared across the night sky, swooping down close to the river to rapidly make their way out to the cave.

“This sure beats wading up the river.”

“Sure does,” Sara answered.

Seth dived down into the entrance to the cave.

Sara followed him.

Neither felt any fear.

“Hello, hello!”

“Hello, hello!” the cave echoed back.

They slowly glided deep into the cave, where the narrow tunnel broke out into a very large room. And then they stopped and
floated, looking down into this vast space.

On the walls and ceilings of the cave were painted pictures of animals.

“I wonder how they got up here so high to paint these pictures?”

“You mean up here where
we
are?” Sara laughed. “Maybe we aren’t the first ones to fly in this cave.”

Sara and Seth slowly flew deep into the cave.

“Seth, this cave is enormous! It must go back in here for miles!”

They flew down another long corridor, which broke out again into another large room. Then down another corridor and another
and another. Sara followed along behind Seth, feeling amazement that something so extraordinary could have been right there
in the mountain above her town all of her life, without her knowing about it.

Deeper and deeper they flew.
I hope you know
what you’re doing, Seth!
Sara thought, remembering Seth’s awful dream and feeling a bit claustrophobic as she noticed that the tunnel was getting smaller
and smaller.

As they turned the next corner, Sara caught her breath. Looking straight ahead, the tunnel seemed to come to an abrupt end.
But Seth continued to fly straight into the cave. Sara opened her mouth to scream because it looked like he was about to plunge
head-on into a giant stone wall when Seth suddenly disappeared from Sara’s view. The tunnel had turned upward, and Seth had
zoomed right up out into the moonlight. Sara zoomed up out of the cave, right behind Seth.

Seth’s joyful
Yippees!
were echoing across the valley.

Well, I guess Seth’s been liberated from his cave
dream,
Sara thought.

“Hey, Sara, look, the moon’s out!” Seth called, as he zoomed back down across the valley.

“Sara, I want to fly forever and ever!”

Sara remembered speaking those exact words on
her
first glorious flight.

“But I guess we should be getting back before somebody misses us. It’s almost sunup.”

“I’ll race you to the tree house,” Sara called, as she streaked across the sky.

“No fair,” Seth called out, doing his best to catch up.

When Seth caught up with Sara, she was floating up over the tree, high above the tree house. Seth flew to her side and they
giggled as they floated there together.

“Okay, Seth, let me show you this neat way to get down. Just point one foot down, and
down
you’ll go.”

Sara and Seth held hands and pointed one foot downward, and down, down, down into their tree house they dropped.

“Wow!” Seth said.

“I know,” Sara replied.

“If I never have another neat experience for as long as I live,
this
one will have been enough!”

“I used to say that,” Sara laughed, “but I keep finding out that as good as it gets, I still want more. Solomon said that’s
normal, and that it’s not greedy, either. Solomon says that
we’re supposed to
have spectacular lives.”

“Sounds good to me, Sara. Do you want me to walk you home?” Seth asked.

“Nah, I’m okay. See ya tomorrow.”

“Yeah, Sara, See ya. And thanks.”

CHAPTER
23

The Law of Attraction

S
ara and Seth sat perched in the tree house, high in their tree, overlooking the river below. Sunlight filtered down through
the leaves, making moving patterns on the platform where they were sitting. Sara scooted over a bit to catch more sunbeams
on her body; she loved the feeling of being just a little bit too chilly and then finding a warm sunbeam to bask in.

Seth watched her making herself perfectly comfortable. He couldn’t help but notice how at ease she seemed. He, on the other
hand, wasn’t feeling at ease at all. He squirmed about, first on the bench, then sitting down on the platform and leaning
back against the bench.
I don’t know what
I’m so nervous about,
he thought.

Solomon sat on the branch just over their heads, waiting for them to get situated. Solomon smiled as he observed Sara, his
longtime student, relaxed and basking, although still eager for her chat with Solomon that was about to take place, while
Seth, his very new student, seemed to be struggling with anxiety.

This too shall pass,
Solomon thought, and as that thought showered like the filtered sunlight down over Solomon’s waiting students, Seth took a
deep breath, leaned back, and relaxed.

Well, my fine featherless friends, what would you
like to talk about today?
Solomon began.

Both Sara and Seth laughed.

It is, indeed, a beautiful day,
Solomon added.

“Sure is,” Seth said.

Sara smiled. She knew that Seth was in for such a wonderful treat. She loved her chats with Solomon and just knew that Seth
would feel the same way. Sara had discovered early on in her experience with Solomon that her wise friend had very little
to say unless she had something that she wanted to talk about. She had also discovered that it was never difficult to think
of something to discuss. Her life experience at school and at home always seemed to provide situations that needed some clarification;
and she had come to know that whatever she wanted clarification about, or hard answers for, Solomon was always ready, willing,
and able to assist.

Sara recalled that in the beginning, there were so many things that she didn’t understand—many things that seemed unfair or
unjust or just downright wrong. But over time, while chatting with Solomon over situation after situation, Sara had come to
understand the basis of Solomon’s philosophy—and, in time, she had come to be able to sort out her own answers to many of
the questions that would arise in her daily life.

The most significant thing that Sara had noticed—that had occurred in her life since meeting her friend Solomon—was that she
had a continuing sense of well-being. Solomon had helped Sara understand that no matter how things
seem
to appear in any moment in time, the truth is that all really
is
well. And while Sara struggled with that understanding at times, even arguing with Solomon on occasion, she had come to mostly
know that this was true.

Solomon sat waiting. Seth wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen. Sara began.

“So, Seth, you can ask Solomon anything you want. He has answers to
everything.”

Seth shifted his position.

“Do you have something important that you have been wondering about?” Sara continued.

Seth folded his legs in front of him and leaned forward, twiddling his thumbs. He looked deep in thought.

“Well, yeah, I mean, I’ve wondered about lots of things. I’ve got questions saved up since I was four years old.”

Seth’s mind was spinning, and he found it difficult to focus. He could hardly believe that anyone, even this amazing owl who
had taught him to fly, would hold the answers to all of the questions he had.

Well, Seth,
Solomon began quietly,
the good news
is, you don’t have to ask them all at once. And the other
good news is that there is no limit to the answers that
will come to you. No quantity limit and no time limit.
You may take as long as you like, continuing to ask
questions.

“What’s the
bad
news?” Seth asked.

Oh, that? There is no bad news, Seth.
Solomon smiled.

Sara leaned back against the tree and grinned. She liked this already.

Seth was beginning to focus, and things he had been wondering about began to flood into his mind. “Okay, Solomon, I’ve got
some questions: How come life is so unfair? I mean, how come some people have such good lives and some people have such bad
ones? . . . Why are people allowed to be mean to each other? . . . And why do bad things happen? . . . How come people have
to die or get sick, and why do we have to kill and eat animals? . . . Why do floods wash away some people’s farms while other
people are starving because the lack of rain doesn’t allow their food to grow? . . . Why do most people have to work so hard
every day of their lives and then die, tired, with nothin’ to show for all of their hard work? . . . And why do countries
fight with each other? Why can’t they just leave each other alone? Why do . . . ?”

Sara sat wide-eyed. She had never seen anyone fire off so many questions in such a short period of time in her life.
Seth has asked more questions in the
first five minutes than I did in the first five months,
she thought.

Seth was continuing. “What happened to all of the Indians who used to live here, and what gave the white man the right to
take their land and destroy their lives, and . . . ?”

Sara looked at Solomon. She wondered if Solomon had ever heard so many questions all at the same time before, either.

Solomon listened patiently.

Finally, Seth stopped. He looked up at Solomon and leaned back against the tree. He was breathing heavily. Almost panting.

Solomon began.
Well, Seth, we have a saying
around here: “Ask, and it is given.” I cannot remember
visiting with anyone who had more questions than you.
And it is my promise to you that for each of your questions,
you will receive an answer. It is also my promise
that with each of those answers, you will have more questions.
In the beginning, sometimes the answers will not
satisfy you completely. It takes a little while for them to
sink in. But in time, you will fully understand everything
you want to understand. We will have a glorious
time together. That is certain.

Sara was surprised at the tone of Seth’s questions.
He seems so angry. He’s so focused on what’s
unfair,
Sara thought.

Solomon looked at Sara.
Seth’s questions remind
me of your first questions, Sara.

Sara was caught by surprise. Seth and Solomon were talking with each other, and Sara nearly forgot that Solomon always knew
what was on her mind. She tried to remember
her
first questions to Solomon. It seemed like such a long time ago.

Remember Donald?
Sara heard Solomon’s voice in her head.

Sara grinned.
Oh, yeah, I do remember him.

Sara sat back and recalled how indignant she had felt when the school bullies were picking on Donald, the new student in town.
Those high-running emotions that were so real back then felt so distant to her now. She leaned back against the tree again,
realizing just how far she’d come.

Sara looked at Seth earnestly plying Solomon with questions, and she loved it. She marveled that while Solomon was conversing
with Seth—catching every piece of what Seth was asking—he was, at the same time, holding a discussion with her in
her
mind. She felt a joyous bubble burst in her chest in seeming response to this discovery. She shivered with excitement as she
realized that her Solomon experience was expanding into new levels.

It is always satisfying for a born teacher to watch
another teacher at work, Sara.
She heard Solomon’s voice in her head.
We will have a glorious unfolding here.

Sara smiled. She could hardly wait.

She focused her attention on what Solomon and Seth were talking about. Seth was quiet now, and Solomon had begun.

Seth, these are wonderful questions. I can see that
you’ve given a great deal of thought to these things. Now,
let’s see, where to begin?

Sara, Seth, and Solomon were silent. It seemed especially quiet after the barrage of questions Seth had hurled at Solomon.
Solomon didn’t begin speaking right away. It seemed to Sara that he was somehow calculating everything that Seth had asked,
and was now sorting it out to begin his answers in an orderly unfolding.

Solomon spoke.
Here is the beginning point. This
is the first thing you must come to understand before any
other answers will make sense: There is no injustice.

Sara’s eyes flashed from Solomon to Seth. Both were momentarily quiet. Sara felt uneasy; she knew that answer wasn’t going
to sit well with Seth. It seemed to her that every question he had asked was about injustice. And in one short sentence, Solomon
seemed to be discounting the basis of all that Seth wanted to know.

Seth looked tense, but before he could gather his thoughts and begin to protest, Solomon continued.

Seth, before we begin to discuss the specific issues
you have raised, I want to give you an understanding
of how this magnificent Universe works. And once
you understand these basics and have an opportunity to
observe them in your own life, then it will be easier for
you to understand how they consistently affect not only
your life but everyone else’s as well.

Seth sat up straighter and stared intently at Solomon. Sara smiled. She could hardly wait to hear Solomon begin to explain
the
Law of Attraction
to Seth.

Are there laws in this town that affect the people
who live here?

“Sure. Probably lots of them,” Seth responded.

Name one.

“Speed-limit laws. You can only drive 35 miles per hour on Main Street,” Seth replied.

Which do you think is the most powerful law, Seth,
the law of 35 miles per hour or the law of gravity?

Seth grinned. “That’s easy, Solomon. Gravity must be way more important than a speed law.”

Why is that?

“Because,” Seth continued, enthusiastically, “only
some
people are affected by the 35-mile-per hour law, but
everyone
is affected by the law of gravity.”

Solomon smiled.
Very good. The 35-mile-per-hour
law can easily be ignored. It’s not so easy to ignore
the law of gravity.

“Right.” Seth laughed.

There is another much more powerful law. Much
greater than the law of gravity. It is the
Law of Attraction.
And just as your law of gravity affects everything
that exists upon your planet, the
Law of Attraction
affects everything that exists in all of the Universe, in
all space and in all time, and in all that is spaceless
and timeless. In fact, this
Law of Attraction
is actually
the basis of everything that exists.

Solomon had Seth’s attention. Seth leaned forward waiting for more.

The
Law of Attraction,
in simple terms, says, “That
which is like unto itself, is drawn.” In more complicated
terms, it means that everything in the Universe is emitting
a vibrational signal—and those signals that are
the same come together, magnetically.

Sara watched Seth’s face carefully. She remembered how difficult it had been for
her
to grasp these new ideas at first, and she wondered how Seth was doing with it.

“You mean, like radio signals?” Seth asked.
Very much like that,
Solomon answered.

Sara smiled.

You see, Seth, the entire Universe is vibrationally
based. Everything is vibrating. And it is through these
vibrations that things either come together or stay apart.
“That which is like unto itself is drawn.”

“Well, how do you know which things have the same signals?”

You can look around and see the things that are
together. That’s one way. And with some practice, you
can begin to read the vibrational signal of things even
before they do actually come together. You can actually
read the signal prior to the physical manifestation.

“Hmm,” Seth pondered. “Neat.”

Sara smiled again. This was going very well.

“Do
I
offer a signal?”

Indeed, you do.

“Does
everyone?”

Yes, indeed.

“Well, then, how do I know what signal
I’m
offering?”

You can tell by the way you feel, and by what kinds
of things are coming to you.

“Can I tell what signal
others
are offering?”

It isn’t your work to keep track of that, but you can
tell what they are offering by what is coming to them,
and by the way they seem to feel. Their attitudes and
moods tell you a great deal about how they are doing.

“So, how can I match up with signals like mine?”

That’s not your work, either. The
Law of Attraction
will do the matching up.

“Is it possible to offer a signal on purpose?”

Yes, indeed, it is possible to offer your signal on
purpose—and that is what I have come to teach you.

“Whew!” Sara squealed, right out loud. She felt so much exhilaration that she thought she was going to fly right up out of
the tree. She was so impressed with how clear Seth’s mind was, and she loved the power of his questions and how easily he
seemed to grasp Solomon’s answers.

We’ll talk more tomorrow,
Solomon said.

“Oh, man,” Seth complained, not wanting this to end so soon. “I’ve got, like, a million more questions, Solomon. Do we have
to stop now?”