The Dream Crystal
Interlude
“Oh my God. Oh my God.” Sally sat by the phone, dazed, disbelieving. She’d never imagined she could have experiences like this. There was no question in her mind that she’d call tomorrow; in fact, she was wishing it were tomorrow right now. “It’s like a drug,” she mused. Somehow, that thought didn’t bother her. If she was becoming addicted to the voice, so be it. Nothing had ever made her feel this good. Nothing had ever stimulated and aroused her like this.
She found herself wondering where it was all leading. She knew that she was changing—new thoughts and ideas seemed to come to her unbidden, filling her mind, distracting her from much she’d considered important in the past. Her dreams were filled with thoughts, images, ideas from the lessons and the journeys. “Where will he take me? Where will I end up?” she wondered. Yet, in a way, it didn’t matter where the voice lead her. It was all so exciting, and she wanted it so much. No, it really didn’t matter; she realized that now. The voice would lead, and she’d respond. That’s what she wanted.