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had to do was get a message through to one of them. They could then pass the message on to my people, who wouldn’t let Jenna be lost. No matter what disaster they were dealing with, Danans wouldn’t let a woman under their care remain in the hands of the enemy.
How did I reach Kius’ people though? I knew next to nothing about this density.
I felt panic rising yet again. The galaxy was huge on the physical level, who knew how much larger it was in this realm, if it contained all the beings who had ever existed. Or I assumed it held all those spirits. Maybe this was simply a way-station. I had certainly felt the urge to move on to somewhere else. Again, I had no idea what I was dealing with in this place.
Focus, I thought. One lesson my dad had taught me about this and all levels of reality. Focus was the key. Third Density was one of the heaviest, and therefore making what you imagined into reality was a lot slower than on other energetic levels. But if you focused and kept the image of what you wanted clear in your mind, it would eventually come to you with hard work and determination.
If it worked on the physical, I could make it work on this level. I just had to hope finding what I needed wouldn’t take as long as it did on Third Density.
After checking to make sure Jenna was not being harmed, I closed my eyes and cleared my head. Or whatever it was that I could clear here. My consciousness? It didn’t matter.
Only one thing mattered. Saving Jenna. Beautiful, damaged Jenna, who had finally begun to feel healed. If she was to be kept from further harm, I had to come through for her.
Somehow.
I held my intention. I focused all my energy on a conduit to the physical world. I could find one if I kept my mind on what I needed. Not my fear of what would happen if I didn’t succeed, or some vague wishy-washy idea of what I’d like to happen. No, I needed to believe I could find a way to get my information to those who needed it.
How long I kept my vigil and focus, I have no idea. Time had no meaning in this realm. When I finally opened my eyes with a quiet certainty that I had found what I needed, I came face-to-face with a tall, slender male with long, silvery hair and skin a similar color to my own.
He was sitting cross-legged beside a small spacecraft. There was a mountain behind him and a sky of endless black above. Stars were scattered across that darkness, but I didn’t have time to work out my location from those stars.
This male was the answer. I’d been drawn to him as surely as my lips had been drawn to Jenna’s as she sat in her strange Earth Garden.
“Do you need help moving on?” the male asked serenely, staring at me as if I was any person approaching him on the street.
“My name is Rian. I am a Danan warrior. I was killed trying to keep my podmate from being kidnapped. She is being taken to a hideout on the Ursa Major fringe. Can you help me get the location to my people?” I said clearly, keeping my desperation under control.
He studied me for a few moments. “My name is Charsus of the Theran peoples. We do not usually involve ourselves with the outside worlds. I am a soul-shepherd. I help spirits like you move on.” He paused for a moment, as if reconsidering. “Although, no more than an hour ago I helped another Danan in difficulty. My sister’s child.”
“My father is a Spirit-Walker like you. They are rare among our people,” I found myself saying, sitting down, cross-legged in front of him.
All my haste and panic had evaporated. This soul-shepherd made me feel as if the petty concerns of the physical realm were irrelevant here. No, not irrelevant, less constrained by time. Father used to describe it that way. No need to rush. Here, you could find all the time you needed.
“All three of my sister’s young are Danan Spirit-Walkers.”
That surprised me. The only other Danans I knew of who could spirit-walk were Kius and his brothers. Did that mean Kius or one of his fraternal pod was dead?
My father would be disappointed. He’d take it personally that he’d failed to save them all. Had this