Contact

I was standing in the elevator with Gary Wilt and Mom. He turns to me and casually says, "you have been given a contact as well."

Dressed up with some feeling of mourning, we entered the dimly lit Hall of a large theater on Seattle's Broadway Avenue. The grandeur of the theater was fitting. The chair's velvet was rough on the skin as we waited for Madisen to walk onto the stage. What she said was lost on me. All I know is she was leaving us. It was curious about how, as I knew little of transmutation at the time. But that word, transmutation, was all I could hear. To me, it meant going. Someone I felt I would need for a lifetime, gone. Tears of sadness flowed from followers, but peace came over us, knowing she was going to a better place.

Her gift to her advanced students was a spiritual guide or contact. Mom got one. Madisen explained all of this to them before this spotlighted goodbye from the podium.

The elevator doors slid open. I was so confused and excited at the same time. Why me, I thought.

Later in our hotel room, mom and I communicated with our contacts for the first time. This initial touch was beautiful but strange also. The voice was so clear in my head. He would answer before I could even formulate a sentence.

He is still that way.