The Sensitive: Spiritual Love Is Eternal

Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

Rehedra

Chapter Two

FREEDOM

Chapter Three

The Akashic Traveler

Chapter Four

The Plan

Chapter Five

Oneness Is Love

Chapter Six

Causal Revelation

Chapter Seven

Dimensional Spaces

Chapter Eight

Destiny’s Dream

Chapter Nine

The Occurrence

About the Author

Introduction

Spiritual Love is Eternal and fate has chosen the Sensitive to share this love with all of humanity and to share a world destiny and vision with all the people of the Earth.

The Sensitive is a story based on a man who is caught up in a major scheme of destiny…it is also a story that takes you out of this world and into the realms of the mystical, magical, and into the eternal domain of the soul.

The Sensitive is a love story, about a man and a woman who have loved each other throughout the ages of human history…two lovers reborn to find each other once again here upon the earth…as a part of a world event.

He is chosen by fate to enter the world of mystical power, to observe a Great Occurrence that will happen in a higher dimension than that which we live in.

She is the most important part of that fate, as she is the one who must guide him through his preordained future.

He is taught to go into his past and to leave his body, and to travel through other times and dimensions with only his energy body. These abilities that he learns are tracked by modern technology that allows others to see and hear all the sounds and visuals, which he experiences in his inter-dimensional travels.

She, already of great intuition and vision, is the strength and the love he will need to become the Eyes of the World when the great event takes place…

Chapter One

Rehedra

Rain was pouring down from the thundering black clouds that filled the sky. The wind tossed raindrops the size of quarters, leaving nothing dry in their rapid descent. Glancing out of my front view apartment window, the slow but continuous movement of traffic jammed the street below. My back yard was three or so acres of small tree-hidden cottages, surrounded by beautiful flower gardens, plants, and a variety of cacti. When the sun was shining bright and warm, I always enjoyed the walk back through the pleasant, beautifully scented scenery to my car, which I always parked on the street behind. However, considering the rain, traffic, and unusual weather for Southern California, I decided to take a bus.

Safety and comfort first, I would always tell myself. The safety of not driving in a rainstorm, and the comfort of a well heated bus, made driving my little car with no lights, no heat, and broken windshield wipers, seem like an appropriate idea!

I did not own an umbrella, (after all, this was Southern California). Not wanting newspaper ink to run all over me, I used the next best thing, a box I used to carry groceries home. Speaking of home, my apartment was a single in an old wooden triplex. Though it was small and a little noisy from the busy Sunset Boulevard below, the bookshelf filled walls and the variety of plants in my indoor garden made it very pleasing. (At least to me!)

As usual, the doorknob came off when I shut the door; and as usual, I stuck it inside the big plant sitting on the porch, well hidden from any doorknob lover. I buttoned my jacket, held my box umbrella over my head, and stepped out under the crying clouds. The roofs of several antique shops below my apartment at street level were my front yard. The only way to get down to the street or back up from it was through a graffiti-stained dangerous looking tunnel. It was much easier getting a visitor up to see me by bringing them through my garden filled backyard, than through my eerie looking and tunneled front yard.

The rain fell on the box like a drummers furious beating and the echo in the box closed my mind off to the outside world. The curbside by the bus stop was flooded four or so feet out to the street. I stood there entranced by its heavy turmoil.

My mind began to ponder my troubles, and the rain was coming down so hard that my box umbrella was now soggy and leaking all over my hair and jacket. Where’s the bus? I yelled to myself. But the water kept pouring down and the bus didn’t come.

Excuse me! Excuse me, please! Is this the right bus stop for Hollywood?

Yes it is, I yelled. Funny, I thought, looking toward the other end of the bus stop bench, she wasn’t there a second ago.

Her panther-black hair seemed like a ruby in glass behind the see-through plastic umbrella that bubbled over her head and covered her shoulders. The coolness of her look somehow made me think that she was not even out under this rain, which by now had turned my cardboard shelter into a dripping mess.

You look like you could use some help. Would you like to join me? There’s room enough for both of us under my umbrella.

From behind her searching eyes, her cool look came at me like an arrow, her smile melted me, and the friendliness about her made me say Sure!

My box went straight into a trash bin. I turned back and raced around the bench to her, trying to dodge the raindrops. Her umbrella went up, I went under, it came down, and then I went right back up.

Hello, my name is Rehedra.

Hi, I said, squeezing my hands up to my face to rub off the dripping water.

My name is Paul.

You sure are wet.

You sure are dry.

Not for long, she smiled mischievously.

I looked at her in amazement. Her smile continued and her penetrating, beautiful eyes were like jewels to my wonderment.

Rehedra’s full-length plastic raincoat was keeping her very dry and as for me, my pants and jacket were pounds heavier soaking in gallons of water.

Why am I out here? I thought to myself, trying to act comfortable while so near to this strange but lovely lady.

Because it’s meant to be, I heard Rehedra say.

Huh? I turned, surprised.

Because it’s meant to be, she repeated.

Oh yeah. I said, realizing I had been thinking out loud.

Speaking of destiny, is Hollywood your destination now?

Not really. My destination was actually this bus stop; right here. She smiled again.

You mean you just came to stand here at this bus stop.

Sort of.

I looked at her puzzled; she looked back. We were but inches apart; I could feel the warmth of her body, her scent was so fresh. I could not believe how beautiful she really was.

Well, would you believe it if I said that I’m here because you’re here; and you’re here because the spirit of destiny planned it that way?

I’m here because my windshield wipers don’t work on my car and because…uh…I’m going to see a girl friend, I said regretfully. I suddenly realized that I liked her.

Oh, of course, that is what destiny arranged so that you would be here at this bus stop. You see there is this plan.

Wait a second, I smiled.

You mean that you’re here because I am here and that you’re not going anywhere, except here.

Her mischievous smile came at me again. Well, uh I don’t think I quite understand, I said.

Somehow I knew her smile told me I would. You will, she said.

Sheesh, I thought.

So destiny brought us here, together at this bus stop, under your umbrella?

Not only that; destiny will see that we end up at your apartment and we’ll never get on that bus. She pointed, as the bus came rapidly around the corner.

The bus kept its speed as if we weren’t even there and swiftly passed us by. On the way by its front tire slammed into the flooded curb, sending a cascade of water into the air.

Watch out! I yelled, banging my head on the umbrella, while falling out from under it.

In trying to avoid the splash, I leaned back and fell seated on the bench. Rehedra plopped down right after me. The wave of muddy water hit me from head to foot.

Her giggling turned my attention back to her. She dropped her umbrella behind the bench as her hair began to soak up the rain. I was already wet, but the muddy water the bus had splashed just made it worse. I turned my eyes back to Rehedra; hers were on me.

I told you I’d get wet, you see, she laughed, reaching for the rain.

You mean you knew that was going to happen.

She smiled. I don’t believe this, I said, looking about.

It’s true, she smiled. The spirit of destiny had it all planned.

I was baffled. The rain was still pouring down, but it seemed to be only on us.

"If you’ll invite me up to your apartment, we can dry off and you