The Beginning of a Story that Began in Another Time (Part II)
In a story that began in our May issue, I started out by going into a past life experience that took place over 700 years ago. This month’s installment features the players from the previous incarnation, and the vicissitudes of fate and Karma that have placed all of them in their respective roles, this time around. (If you have not read the first installment, click here to go directly to Part I of this serial)
I remember thinking that he looked blue. It was like the blue in the denim of his clothing had leeched out and gotten under his skin. Tall and skinny, more like a shadow than a flesh and bone human being, the minute he started talking it was his voice that made him real enough for me to know that something huge was going on.
Swept up in a flood of memories, the part of me that keeps everything under control reminded me to focus on what I was there for – and what I was there for seemed to have more to do with the woman who was sitting in front of me than it did with the man behind the podium; she had arrived a few moments before. This had to be Katharina, Slim’s sixth wife. Rotating her head like an owl, she shot me a smile and mouthed a few words to let me know that we would speak at length when the seminar ended.
Once the lecture was over and all of their questions were answered, Slim led the group out onto the lawn to demonstrate his dowsing technique. Katharina put her arm around my shoulder, sweeping me under her raw-linen wing, and the two of us followed along. After a few pleasantries and a cigarette, as soon as we caught up with everyone, she handed me a bundle of copper welding rods and instructed me to deliver them to her husband, who was standing on a small slope about fifty feet away. Not knowing what prompted her to need me to perform this little chore, I did as I was told.
Walking across the stretch of grass the noonday sun formed a corona of light around Slim, whose body was nothing more than a cowboy-shaped black hole until I stood right in front of him. Handing over the bundle of welding rods, I felt him grab the other end as his hand appeared from inside the boundary of the dark silhouette, while the rest of him came into being around his clear blue eyes, which in that moment were driving a beam of recognition straight into the back of my skull.
I had no frame of reference for any of this. It totally blew my mind. If there was anything real to this guy, anything besides the Rasputin-like eyes and his reputation as a wizard, it would be revealed before the afternoon was out.
For the next hour or more I went between watching the Master teach to making small talk with his wife. Katharina wanted to know more about my plans for a workshop, which involved discussing numbers, dates, and the three of us deciding what to do about it over lunch. It was she who did all of the talking. Slim sat between us, like a good boy. I swear to God, he didn’t say ‘Boo’; he sat there like a statue through the whole thing.
When we got back to the convention hall, and I finally had a chance to talk with him by myself, I too couldn’t say ‘Boo’. Tongue-tied and embarrassed by my inability to utter a word in front of the Genius, I made a half assed attempt to break the ice by saying:
“I feel like one of those fools on TV who’s just won a contest to meet and hang out with their favorite celebrity. I am so impressed by who you are and what you do, I can’t even speak”. To which he replied: “Take it easy girl. There’s nothing special about me. We all put our pants on one leg at a time”.
From that point on, it was easy. The talk went all over the place. I couldn’t tell you exactly what was said; I just remember how it felt to sit next to this unusual man and without even knowing who he was, sense that he was already part of me. We spent about an hour together that first time. I could have stayed longer but the friends who had driven up to take in the lecture with me came around to remind me it was time to go home.
We left Slim and Katharina in the auditorium and walked down the main corridor of the Lyndonville State College to head out to the parking lot. On my way out the front door, I felt a hand on my shoulder, only to spin around and see Slim, standing there in all his ‘Blueness’ with a bundle of copper rings, reaching out to me with both arms, saying:
“Take these please. I want you to have them. I know you know what to do with them”
Cal Garrison
is a practicing astrologer with 40 years of experience. An author of five books to her credit, Cal is well known for her affiliation with the late Slim Spurling. A single mother with three grown daughters, Cal lives happily in the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona. She can be reached at cal.garrison@gmail.com