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personality, that acts as a helper and source for you, will now represent himself more closely to what he actually is.  You call it The  Energy From Within.”
        I nodded slowly.   It made sense to me.  Things fall into place sometimes.  This was one of those times.  Validating and giving weight and power to information we’d gotten elsewhere.  A lot to take in, but it confirmed what we’d been given by our own sources.  “We’d better get back now,” I said.  I wanted to meet Mary, Charles’s wife.  I hadn’t said three sentences to her since they’d come.
        “Mary will be pleased,” Charles said.   “You’ll be her only son-in-law.  Should meet your mother-in-law.”  He chuckled that chuckle.  “Sorry about the telepathy.  Disconcerting sometimes.  It is just so natural that I have to make an effort to remember most others don’t have the abilities quite as developed as I do.”
        I took in the night scene.   Lots of people stood outside, mingling in groups of various sizes.  Several large campfires cast dancing shadows among the voices.  The night temperatures dipped into the mid twenties.  We steered our way slowly through the mixing crowd until we met Judith, Mary, and Laith at the corner of Wilson and N. Roberta talking with a small group from the convict army.   Laith had my calico kitten, Talker, cuddled in his arms.  True to form she lay in his arms, talking up a storm with her motor going.  It was amazing for she was usually terrified of people and hid from anyone new.  Groups in my house were an unforgivable sin and I’d hear about it for days afterwards.
        Mary and I got to talking.   She knew more about psychic phenomena from a practical use, and gave me many pointers.  We talked for a couple of hours.  All of us ended up at my house.  It was midnight before we slept.  That was how it got started. How Judith and I came together.  A lot had happened since that time.
     
        We put our arms around our growing children and went inside for some tea.  I mentioned to Laith we’d be going to the fort at eight-thirty and could use his help.  Laith nodded in agreement.  “That religious fanatic Benson is out for blood.  He’s bound and determined to convert us, especially you, Dad.”
        I shivered. “He gives me the willies.   God Almighty, the guy scares the hell outta me.”
        Laith laughed. “Doesn’t help when he’s six foot six with a baritone voice and looks like he crawled right out of the Old Testament.   Not to mention being  fixated on the belief of the End of the World and the Second Coming.”
        “Nope.   Sure doesn’t.”  I accepted a mug of tea from Judith.
        “Or that he considers you the Devil Incarnate for your abilities to heal, see the future, and other things.   Abilities he craves and will never have.  You can’t imagine the envy and frustration welling inside the man ... ”
        “I’d rather not,” I said.   “What’s going to happen isn’t going to help matters with Mr. Benson.  It’s the other things that might set off our religious fanatic.”
        “Maybe,” Judith said, “it is something you should not do.”   Her green eyes searched my face.
         “No.   It’s been agreed to in the dream state by the parties involved,” I said.  The hot catnip tea with honey sure tasted good, and was the brunt of many jokes.
        “Do you need to antagonize General Carson?”   Judith always had the questions.  Ones I often didn’t think of, which sometimes made me reconsider options.  Laith watched me carefully.
         “Not a good thing,” I agreed.   “Not a man to cross in any circumstances.  But he needs a lesson in the personality’s survival of physical death.”
        “Why?” Laith asked.
        “He’s son has been killed in a fire fight with jay hawkers.  He needs to know his son still