Seer

Timothy’s

It has happened. The moment I have longed for, but never genuinely expected. Timothy heard me. My message came through to him, not in the specific words that I was using, but on a deeper level, almost instinctive or subconscious. He knew my intent, and acted on it.

Furthermore, he overcame his aversion to physical contact, and his inability to respond to social cues. This situation is, as Natalie’s Guardian feels, miraculous.

I look to Angel, and we marvel together at the development.

When Natalie burst into tears I was stricken, filled with remorse over my cavalier attitude towards the information Angel was relaying to the children. I knew my Timothy would accept the new data calmly, even if in amazement. However I underestimated the Seer’s empathic power, did not foresee the extreme grief that would come to her as she realized the ramifications of Angel’s teaching. Angel suspected this may occur, being as one with her, but I failed to appreciate the implications of the discussion. When she dissolved in grief, I was compelled to enlist Timothy to assist, as Angel and I could not.

The combination of Timothy’s discovery of how to open his mind to me, my exertion of additional energy to reach him, and the intense emotional atmosphere created by the Seer’s empathic outburst, have all combined to create this unprecedented moment.

A human has truly heard their Guardian without being a Seer, possibly for the first time since the dawn of mankind. Neither Angel nor I had ever heard of such an occurrence, and had not fully believed that it was possible beyond Timothy’s detection of my emotions, and today of my presence. But to receive a tangible message from me is astonishingly significant.

We watch as Timothy holds his friend, overcoming his every normal instinct, to give her what she needs in this moment. His mind remains open to me, and I know that he feels me deeply, feels my support and love flowing through.

We cannot know what this means for the future of these children. Or for that matter of other humans. How will this impact the future?

This moment feels like the beginning of a new era of human understanding.

And again, I am stunned by the realization that these discoveries are being made by mere children.

Children who can change the world.

Natalie

I can’t see or hear anything except my sadness. Even Angel’s words aren’t helping. All I can think about is people hurting each other because they believe in a God that doesn’t exist. I feel this like the grief you would feel when someone you love dies. I can’t do anything but cry.

But then, Timothy reaches over and hugs me. He pulls me in, and I feel him put his hand on my head, and I lean against his shoulder. I’m still crying, but it helps.

Crying is awful. I don’t remember ever doing it before. I guess I must have when I was a baby, but not since then. I’m all soggy and out of breath. I think Timothy’s shirt is getting all wet, and I know it must bother him since he doesn’t like being touched, but I can’t stop, and I’m so glad he’s here helping me.

After a while, I can feel myself growing calmer. The tears are slowing down but now I’m hiccuping. He lets go of me with one hand to reach over to his kleenex box and hand it to me.

“Thanks,” I sniffle, trying to use tissue to wipe off my face. What a mess. I finally look over at Angel, who is sitting close to me, watching, but not trying to talk to me. I’m glad for that, since I couldn’t have said anything back to him. I was completely lost in sadness for that whole time.

Eventually I sit up, lifting myself off of Timothy, and take a shaky breath. He’s looking at me with such concern in his eyes, his forehead all wrinkled, and I realize that he’s even making eye contact. Wow. He hugged me and he’s looking me in the eyes. This is very different for him. He must have been really scared by me going all crazy.

“Thank you,” I tell him, then hand him the kleenex box because it looks like he’s going to need to clean up where I leaked all over him. He looks at the box like he doesn’t know why he would need it, so I grab some tissue and start wiping off his shirt. Goodness, he hadn’t even noticed.

“Are you ok now?” he asks me, still looking at me like he’s afraid I’m sick or something.

“Yeah. Are you?” I’m starting to come back to reality, not just thinking about the whole awful hurting people over a fake God thing. We’re here in his room, and he’s also just heard all that news about religion, and then he had to do stuff he doesn’t like doing to help me.

Actually, why did he? I didn’t ever think even me crying would make him want to hold me. He hasn’t answered my question. “Are you ok? I’m sorry for crying all over you, I know that was probably gross for you.”

He has a strange expression on his face. Not just being worried about me, but something else, something like surprise.

“I’m ok now,” I tell him, “really. You don’t have to worry about me any more. I want to know how you are doing.” I have to wipe my nose some more with the tissue.

He looks from side to side, like he doesn’t quite know what is happening either. “I heard Guardian,” he finally says.

“What?”

“When you started crying. I heard him. He told me to hold you so that you’d feel better.” I can tell that Timothy is in shock over this whole scene.

“How? How did you hear him?”

“I don’t know. I’ve had my mind open like we were talking about, then when you started crying I could tell that he was talking to me. I couldn’t hear actual words, like not with my ears or anything, but I just knew what he was saying.”

I look over at Angel, who is nodding. “It is true, beloved, Timothy was able to hear Guardian’s suggestion to comfort you.”

This is amazing. “Why could it happen, Timothy? Did you do something different from before?”

“I don’t understand what happened. But when you started crying, I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do. Then I just heard it. Like, just could tell what he was saying. He wanted me to hold you, so I did.” I can tell that he hardly can believe that any of this happened.

Neither can I. Everything feels different and weird. Not just the stuff about God. But figuring out that so much of what people have always done is based on fake religion. And then crying so hard, which was terrible and different from anything I’ve ever felt before. My eyes and nose still feel itchy and cloggy. And then Timothy was not just doing stuff I never thought he’d do, but he can hear Guardian now too. It’s too much to believe. None of this feels real.

I look over at Angel. He always can help me understand what’s going on. I don’t even have a specific question, but he knows what I’m asking.

“Yes, my darling, you are correct. Many things have occurred, things which must change the perception of the world for you. It is natural to feel some confusion. You have learned important news about humans, and their invention of the concept of gods. And your beloved friend has accomplished something tremendous, in his new ability to hear Guardian. Both of you must give yourselves time to adapt to these new facts.”

I’m starting to feel better, like the world is starting to go back to the way it was. Just with this new knowledge in it. Listening to Angel and then repeating what he says to Timothy helps me feel like things are the way they used to be. “But, Timothy,” I tell him, “I’m not sure that we’re going to be able to go back to normal. How can we, with what we know now? And things are always going to be different for you, if you can hear Guardian now.”

Timothy feels as unsettled as I do about everything. “I know, “ he says, “but I don’t know what we should do next. I feel like we should keep experimenting, but I can’t make myself think about it clearly.”

Angel smiles at me. “Darling, you have both exerted yourselves greatly this afternoon. May I advise you to take a break? You have all the time in the world to pursue these topics. Perhaps you can find another activity, to let your minds rest from these intense events. It will be good for you both to do something more mundane for a time. You are both very young, and need to balance your lives with other interests. You can’t always be making earth-shattering discoveries.” He laughs a little while he says this. I can tell that he is starting to feel better too. He was really, really worried before. I knew he was frantic while I was crying, and upset that he couldn’t help me. I’m glad he is getting back to normal too.

He’s also right about us needing to take a rest. “Timothy, Angel says we should take a break from experiments and discoveries. I think he’s right. I don’t think either of us can think about this stuff any more right now. Can we find something else to do?”

Timothy looks both disappointed and relieved. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I need to let my mind rest too. I feel like all this keeping it open and hearing Guardian and then you crying has really fried my brain.” He hasn’t even taken notes about any of this, and I can see him deciding not to. He leans back against the side of his bed, finally relaxing. In a minute he sits back up. “I know! We haven’t watched Shrek yet. How about that?”

“Perfect!” I tell him, and we smile at each other. We can still smile. Good to know.

We go downstairs and ask his mom if we can watch the other movie now. “Good timing,” she says, “I was about to tell you that dinner is almost ready. We can eat in front of the t.v. again.”

It’s nice to see Angel happy, after he was so upset earlier. “Yes, dearest, food and entertainment are just what you both need. Enjoy some of the pleasures of being children, my love, while you are still young.”