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    The Touch
    The Touch
    The Touch
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    The Touch

    By Janr Ssor

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    Janr was having recurrent dreams of a beautiful redhead he had never known. He had to get her out of his mind and focus on the DARPA tracking software he was writing. Janr would soon learn, what any masseuse knows, that memories are not just in your head. His dream lady's death, over 300 years ago, would become part of his life, in a way he could never have imagined!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJanr Ssor
    Release dateApr 1, 2012
    ISBN9781476474458
    The Touch
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    Janr Ssor

    Janr Ssor is a Nome De Plume for Dr Joseph A Ross and Janr is a hero of our stories. In reality, Dr Ross has been writing science fiction, mysticism, medical educational materials and software for nearly 40 years. Dr Ross created the concept of Holistic Vision Care and founded HolisticVisionCare.com He later designed and programmed both medical software which allows the diagnosis of systemic health problems through the eyes as well as anti-spam software. This was distributed through his software company, 21Century-Ecommerce.com Dr Ross is a community leader who was a co-founder of Optimal-HealthCare.com - a group of holistic healers who share innovative healing techniques each month and The-Winners-circle.org - A think tank for creative local business leaders. Dr Ross has spent many years studying mysticism, energy medicine, theology, and is a perennial student of science especially in the areas of physics. His hobbies are computers, motorcycles, bicycle riding and, of course, writing.

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      The Touch - Janr Ssor

      The Dream Again

      Once again, I’d had the same heart-wrenching dream I’d had a thousand times since adolescence. In it, I recalled seeing a beautiful, youthful, rounded female face with flowing red hair and emerald green eyes that were lovingly gazing into mine. I remembered feeling my heart being filled with joy and love as I gazed back at her, and I ached to reach out and wrap my arms around her, but for some reason my hands passed through her as if she was a ghost. Next I found myself gazing across a magnificent cattle farm and forest, and feeling immense loneliness and grief. It was at this point that I awakened, as always.

      What is even more troubling than the recurrent dream was that I could never really picture her in detail when I awoke! It’s rather like I’d only glimpsed her image for a fleeting moment; yet, for hours afterwards, the smoldering memory of her love would be etched in my heart, as would be the loneliness of the distant forest. Despite its almost weekly recurrence, I could not recall anything else about the dream or her. Sometimes, a month would go by, and nothing, and then the dreams would start over again.

      When I awoke today, this dream’s ghostly images played over and over in my mind, like a song you cannot stop from playing in your head. I figured my mind was seeking to recall the story behind the images, but my memory stayed blank, as if it was not really my memory to recall. This too happens again and again.

      After years of this experience, during the day’s early waking hours, my mind at times played out strange scenarios to explain this reiterative experience. One interesting plot I’d come up with suggested that perhaps it was someone else’s dream, which I’d experienced by telepathy. This was certainly possible, at least for me. This might explain why I could never recall her or the full dream, even after 30 years. The psychologists and hypnotists I’d seen for help had been of no value. After all – here I was, thinking about it over and over again.

      It was particularly troubling having this dream again this morning as I was working on a deadline. I had promised myself to have the code completed by Noon and hopefully even debugged. Being distracted like this was slowing down my work. Without focus, I would be more likely to make mistakes too. I had to figure out how to get this distraction out of my mind, and I knew just the guy to help.

      The US government would be checking on my progress soon. It was Monday at 10:00 A.M., and I had rewritten parts of the C # programming code over at least 10 times that morning with no success. This was secret work, but I could at least call one colleague on our encrypted line. I had to call Q, he would know how to turn off the dream loop. Q also had clearance for any project I was working on because, even though he was a psychologist not a programmer, he had been part of the voluntary team the C.I.A. paranormal group had helped us assemble for an unusual mission 5 years earlier. Because of our amazing success in preventing a terrorists attack, the group was asked to remain in contact in case of future needs and we were given the freedom of discussion within our group. Not that any of us really wanted to serve the C.I.A. again, but the adventure had certainly had been a bonding experience.

      I flopped into the leather chair next to my desk to relax. I needed to slow down my overactive mind. The room was dim, and I wanted it this way. My eyes ached, so I chose to use voice instead of imagery. To the left of my work desk, which was covered with code printouts and my 3 monitors, there sat the Skiipe-D. I didn’t have to move a finger. I said, Mary Anne, please call Q and connect with audio only.

      MaryAnne responded, Calling Q, Janr.

      There was a soft buzzing sound repeated over and over, and then a green light glowed below the imaging disk to indicate a connection.

      There was something warm and fuzzy about Q that always made me smile, no matter what he said. It was like an aura of charisma that transmitted itself over the Skiipe-D. Perhaps it was love, as we had grown up together since childhood as best of friends, and I had no siblings. I thought of Q as my brother. Talking to him had the comfortable feeling of putting an old pair of soft slippers on tired feet. I could see him laying back in his green leather and mahogany Ez-boy chair with his eyes closed, doing whatever he did in his mind to see me in my room despite the video being turned off. Not that Q would ever pry just because he could with his paranormal gifts;

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