The Love Potion, Chapters 9 & 10

This entry is part 6 of 9 in the series Love Potion

By Ted Dewey

Chapter 9

Joe put away the vacuum cleaner and sat down on the couch. His chore was finished. Laura was out in the hothouse, making up some flower bouquets for the wedding chapel. They had phoned in the order.

“This life can be really beautiful,” Joe thought, “and this woman of mine is really something!”

It was all like a dream come true. Whether or not the LOVE POTION that both of them had been taking twice a day, had anything to do with it, he was not certain. All he knew was that he was madly in love with her, and nothing in the world could change that.

His mind drifted back to the woman he had married. Oh, she was pretty enough, and at times she could be real nice, but not very often!

She really liked to quarrel. She found fault with everything. She delighted in giving him hell for small things like leaving the lid off the toilet seat! She treated this, as a major crime!

She spent hours in the bath tub. Every day, filling it full of bubbly and just lying there! She couldn’t have been dirty, at least, not on the outside!

He had tried to keep up with her, as far as cleanliness was concerned. After a day’s work, he would come home and head for the bathroom.

For a while, he had got by with, this. But not for long!

The shower was just off the kitchen. As soon as she heard the sound of water running, she would turn on the minute minder on the stove. The second the water went off; she stopped the thing.

After a brisk rub-down, he would slip on a pair of shorts and come out. She would curl back her upper lip into a snarl, that would scare hell out of a Doberman Pincher! She would point at the minute minder and shriek. “Don’t tell me you got that filthy hide of yours clean in just ten minutes!”

Sometimes it would be fifteen or twenty, but the results were always the same. And this, all happened in the bath room!

When a woman is young and in her prime she is a beautiful creature. God had meant it to be that way Some of them keep right on being beatlful. Of course they fade and wrinkle, but down underneath, the beauty is still there.

Joe could see no way, that a woman with the disposition of his ex-wife, could retain any of her beauty. As the years passed she would become old, ugly, mean and nasty!

Then suddenly a pleasant thought entered his head. Maybe it was all for the best! Maybe now, he would appreciate this wonderful woman, „.Laura Adams

Bill drove into the driveway and parked: the pickup. He got out and walked up the steps to the back door. Joe was there to open it for him. “Come in Bill. How goes the battle? Get rid of all the tomatoes?”

“Sure, no trouble.” he reached in his pocket and drew out a hand full of crinkled bills and laid them on the table.

Laura came out of the living room into the kitchen. “I will fix you some dinner. I’ll bet you are starved.”

Bill shook his head. “Don’t do that. I got hungry, so I ate a bite uptown,” he grinned. “I stopped in and had a cold beer at Genie’s. We were both hungry, so I slipped out and got us both a hot sandwich.”

“Is that the pretty blonde’s name where we had that beer when we first got here?”

“That’s the one. Do you approve?”

Joe laughed “Naturally, brother dear. I think that is great. And now that you are home and can look after things here for awhile, we have a little job to do. Got to deliver some flowers to the wedding chapel. So if you will excuse us.”

“Go right ahead. And Laura. How about borrowing your kitchen while you are gone? Want to use your juicer and blender, for a little bit. I am invited to a party tonight and I am supposed to bring some fresh orange juice.”

“Sure; anytime You don’t need to ask!”

The couple walked outside and got into the car. Evidently the flowers were packed and ready to go. Joe started the motor and they took off.

“Sure make a lovely couple,” Bill murmered. “That girl is blooming like a rose ”

He had made plans of his own and didn’t waste any time. He headed for the hothouse and picked up several of those lumpy bulbs. Next, he picked a basket full of oranges from a tree that bore a fruit that was juicy and sweet. Then he headed for the kitchen.

He found a gallon jug and went to work. With the electric powered juicer going, it didn’t take long to fill it to the brim. He poured some of it into a glass and tasted it. “Great.” He muttered “Just great!”

He cleaned up the juicer and put it away. The next step, was the blender He plugged it in, set it on high then turned to the bulbs.

He ripped two off them apart and counted the kernels Twelve in each, twenty-four in all.

He did some fast figuring: eight pints to the gallon, a glass would hold about eight ounces – about sixteen glasses to the gallon.

Genie told him that she always drank a glass; of orange juice for breakfast as well as one with her lunch at noon.

Pop had said, “Two or three off these little kernels a day, and a woman will bloom like a rose. If you double the potion and she didn’t have a man, she would go looking for one.

Bill did some more fast figuring. This gallon would last her, eight days. That would be three kernels a day – a mild Potion

He rubbed the cover off another bulb for another twelve kernels. He put them in with the others. They didn’t seem to amount to that much.

Pop said this stuff had no bad affects and was not habit forming. He had better use enough of it to give it a good test. He reached for another bulb!

He put the lid on the blender and turned on the switch. In a few moments the bulbs were as fine as powder.

His next step was mixing the powder and the juice. He put the mixture in some big bowls and stirred with a spoon and then poured it in the blender. Minutes later, he poured it back into the jug. It was full to the top with a little bit left over. He wondered how it would taste. Well, there was only one way to find out!

He went over to the frig and popped a couple off ice cubes out of the tray. This would cool it down a bit. He rattled the mixture around for a moment then took a sip. “Not bad! Not bad at all. He took another taste. “In fact, it’s damn good!”

He set the glass down, cleaned up the mess and poured another helping into the glass. Then he filled the jug to the top with water’. The stuff was too sweet anyhow.

Bill had a date tonight with Genie. He would pick her up at seven O’clock. She lived in a small house across the river on the California side in the town of Winterhaven.

He had better take it easy, watch his step and not let himself get carried away. Once was enough living with a woman like the one he had taken for a wife.

She was very much like the sister Joe had married. Yes, she even growled when he left the toilet seat up. He couldn’t figure out why a little thing like this, would upset her so much.

And that snarl. The upper lip rolled up and back… and those terrible sounds that went with it.

Yes, she was a mean one alright. And to top everything off, she was a nocturnal! Would sleep all day and prowl around all night. She would never go to bed until the late late show was over on T.V. Then usually she turned on the short wave radio and listened to the truckers.

When she gets old she would be an old bat for sure. A ding bat!

When she was awake in the daytime there was always that cigarette in her mouth and a cup of coffee in her hand. No wonder she couldn’t sleep!

In the evening when he returned from work, he would open a bottle of beer and sit down for a moment. “You are a regular damn drunk!” she would yell.

Yes, she was; full off all kinds off nasty tricks. The last and latest was that snoring bit. When she would finally come to bed, she would lay there and cough for about an hour, a result of smoking too much. When sleep finally came, she would snore, and snore, and snore.

By this time, he would be wide: awake and couldn’t go back to sleep. He had tried rolling her over gently, to see if that would help. Usually, this backfired. She would be all elbows and claws and would scream, “That damn snoring of yours, keeps me awake! I can’t stand it!” Then she would get up and head for the couch.

Bill set down the empty glass and looked over at the full jug. He was still thirsty and got up and picked the thing up and put it in the frig. Better not drink any more, he thought. A good cold glass of water, would have to do for now.


Chapter 10

Bill Bishop, parked the pickup in front of the twelve wide mobile home and got out. In his left hand was a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he had cut and wrapped in a damp piece of newspaper. In his right hand, was a gallon jug of orange juice. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. Seven O’clock; right on time.

Genie had the door open wide. “Come on in, Bill. What in the world have you got here??” Bill grinned and handed her the bouquet. “Flowers for a very beautiful lady.”

The girl un-wrapped the flowers and stared at them for a moment. Her eyes grew big and round. “Oh Bill, I have never seen anything so beautiful! Where in the world did you get them?”

“Cut them myself. Right out: of the hothouse.” He set the jug off juice on the table. “Also for the prettiest girl in the country, who told me she likes orange juice, I squeezed this out all by myself.”

“Oh Bill, you are a darling. I could kiss you.”

“Why don’t you?” He held out his arms.

The girl came into them and snuggled close. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. The tantalizing smell off the perfume she was wearing, seemed to enhance her beauty. He drew the slender body close and kissed the soft red lips. She responded to every touch. Suddenly a warning signal flashed through his brain. Take it easy. Don’t get carried away.

He released the girl and smiled down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and shining. His own blood felt like it was about to boil over.

He glanced at the gallon jug setting on the table. He had chewed up several of those little kernels today, plus a glass off the juice. Did that have anything to do with this sudden passionate feeling that he had suddenly acquired for this lovely creature?

His eyes moved back to the girl standing in front of him. The pretty, naturally blond hair parted in the middle, hung in shimmering waves. The sky-blue eyes were full off shining stars. From the top of her head to the tip of her shoes, she was a thing of beauty. Probably that stuff in the Jug, had nothing to do with his feelings toward her. Why let it spoil everything! Once more his strong arms encircled the slender waist and; drew her close. He kissed her gently and whispered.

“Darling you are the greatest. And I think I am falling in love with you.”

“And I feel the same way.”

“I feel like celebrating. Where shall we go tonight?” “I don’t care. Shall I mix us a drink and we will talk this over?”

She stepped back and picked up the flowers, “I must put these beautiful things in water.”

“Sounds like a winner.”

“So you just make yourself at home, and I will do just that.”

I have a bottle of Vodka and can stir up a couple off screwdrivers. How does that sound?”

“Great. I see you got a nice stereo and lots off records. Mind if I take a look?”

“Not a bit. If you find something you would like to hear, put it on.” She picked up the flowers and the juice then disappeared into the kitchen.

Bill was a great lover of music. So was Genie, it appeared. About a hundred’ albums off long playing records were in a metal rack. Right at the head off the list, was one of his favorite recording stars. Kenny Rogers. He put it on the turntable and adjusted the volume.

Hanging on the wall between the two speakers, was a framed diploma. Bill stepped up close and looked it over. It said Genie Louise King was now a Certified Public Accountant. Just under it was another. A license to practice in the state off California.

Genie came walking back in and placed the vase full of flowers on the table. “Got them in water now. Aren’t they beautiful?”

“They sure are. But not nearly as pretty as you.”

“Thanks, Bill. Now I will go fix the drinks.”

Bill set down on the couch and closed! his eyes. Kenny was now singing one of his old favorites. “The Gambler.”

Genie brought in two tall glasses filled with cracked ice, orange juice and vodka. She set them on the end table and sat down beside Bill.

He picked up the glass and stared at it for a moment. The bright red color was a dead! giveaway. It was the LOVE POTION!

OH well, he thought Another glass or so shouldn’t be too much. He would get this test over with. God hates a coward!

“Here’s to you, sweetheart.” he grinned.

“And the same to you! “

They clinked glasses and each took a swallow.

“I see you looking at my diploma and license on the wall. Were you suprised?”

“I guess so. Just a little.”

“Did you read the dates on them?”

“I didn’t look at the fine print.”

“I hope you approve. I am real proud of them. I just got the license a few days ago.”

“You must be a Californian.”

“Yes, I was born and raised in L.A. I went to college and took up bookkeeping. When I graduated I got a Job keeping books for a guy that called himself, The Crazy Trader. A used car dealer.”

“You worked for The Crazy Trader?”

“Yes, for about three years. I went to school nights, and worked days. Did you know him? You mentioned something the other night, about you and your brother being in the automobile business over there.”

Bill shook his head. “I have never met him personally, but I have heard about him.”

Genie smiled, “Nothing good, I would bet. He is as crooked as a snake I was glad to get out of there. I hope I didn’t get contaminated. But let’s talk about something else.”

“I like to talk about you. I am curious. Whatever brought you over here? Did you buy that tavern in Yuma?”

Genie took a drink from the tall glass, then set It down. “I am flattered that you are Interested in me, so I will tell you. Mother and dad, split up years ago. I don’t know where she is now. My dad, was a bartender. That is the only business he knew When I was twenty one, he sold out and moved to Yuma.

That was five years ago. He bought that tavern and ran it until he died. That was this last spring. I was the only heir.

Business was very slow at that time of year when all the Snow Birds; pull out.”

“And you have been running it since then?”

“Yes. And now that I have my license, and business in the tavern has picked up, I think I will sell the darn thing and go in business for myself. What do you think?”

Bill picked up the glass in front of him. “I think it is time for a drink.. Here’s to your success.”

Both glasses were raised. “Here’s to both of us!”

Genie sat her glass down and licked her lips. “Boy, that is sure good orange juice. A lot different than that canned or frozen junk you buy out of the stores.”

Bill took another sip and! nodded his head. “Sure Is good, alright. I made it from those little Keno oranges There Is a couple trees of them over there. They have a lot of seeds, but the juice is great . I threw away the seeds, then added some LOVE POTION for flavor.”

The” girl moved closer. “And what is this love potion?”

Bill slipped an arm around her and drew her close. “Darling, it is a flower that grows in the hothouse. It comes from Central America Legend has it that adding the root to food or drink, stimulates love and affection.”

“Oh Bill, you are so sweet. Bringing me flowers, and even some in the orange juice. How romantic!”

 Both glasses were dry. “Would you care for another?” Genie asked. “Hadn’t better drink any more and drive. They are getting mighty tough, here In California.”

“I know.” “Would you like me to take you out to dinner? Or maybe to a club and dance a bit?”

The girl snuggled closer. “I guess I am not in a dancing mood, darling. And as far as something to eat, I can make some sandwiches right here. If we want to dance, we have music. We can take off our shoes and dance on the rug.”

Bill took the girl in his arms and kissed the red lips. Her slender white arms were wrapped around him, drawing him closer. Her voice was soft and low. “Oh Bill, I love you so much! I don’t know what happened, I guess you just swept me off my feet! Let’s not go anywhere!”

“If I drink anymore.” Bill whispered. “I will stay till morning.”

Her hot breath was in his ear. “Is that a promise?”

“I mean it.”

The girl broke away and picked up the two glasses. As she glided toward the kitchen, she turned her head. There was a big smile on her face. “Stay right there, I will be back in a flash!”

Group Dweller

Group Dweller

A new reader asks an unusual question:

Can a dweller attach to a whole soul group? As I have said before I come from a whole long line of witches. This goes back for generations and generations. They caused many negative things to happen over all these generations and now we have a shadow that sits over the family. This shadow has manifested itself in the mid 1800’s. It has manifested itself in many ways and has attacked different members of the family in different ways, through dreams, illnesses, and depression. Some of my aunts have tried to get rid of it through Indian Shamans but it has been disastrous. It has blown apart houses and split the ground open. It keeps the family apart through hard feelings, anger, guilt, jealousy, and fear. I have been shown that if the family would become close it would cause the attrition that the books was talking about. This shadow most certainly doesn’t want this to happen. I invited two of my aunts to get together over the Holy Days and was physically attacked. My sinuses swelled to the point my face swelled up and I was in terrible pain. I almost thought of canceling it and then I thought NO I will go forward and when I did and went anyway through the pain and the pain went away.

JJ: Welcome to the group.

There are two dwellers with which most of us are concerned. The first is the individual dweller whose body and life force is composed of all the fears and negative emotions of all of our past lives.

The second is the dweller for the whole of the human race. This was the dweller that Christ faced in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Are there other dwellers composed of something between the individual and the whole?

Normally that which is created from a family or group is not a long lasting dweller comparable to that of the individual which follows him for many lifetimes.

What generally happens instead is that individuals in a group will tap into the thoughtform of a group which can draw upon the fear inherent in the individual dweller and the power of the universal dweller, and thus have an effect of a dweller, but lacks the ferocity of the real thing.

An example of this mini dweller (for want of a better name) is seen in the various organizations and their hold on its members. Religions are a prime example. A member may be presented with ideas that make sense and stir the soul, but is full of fear to leave or challenge the organization feeling he may suffer some type of hell fire for doing so. This fear comes from his individual dweller and fed by the universal dweller.

Now there are groups which are closely knit or bound together with strong karmic ties which can create a powerful unified energy which can carry negativity to the group with such force that one would think there is a group dweller. In a sense there is, but technically this force does not have the cohesiveness or the life span of a regular dweller.

It sounds like the problem with your family is something like this, a powerful thought form drawing strength from the individual dwellers in the group.

So, what is the solution to diffusing it? There are several things that can be done.

First let us look at something that intensifies the problem. When one person has a problem that seems to be traced to this group dweller and then relates it to others in the group this reinforces the belief in this negative power and draws attention on it, even if some individuals try to ignore it. This creates the opposite effect of attrition for it causes the group as a whole to place attention on the problem thus drawing energy to the thoughtform.

The thing the individuals need to do is to not share their individual experiences with the rest of the members. The temptation to share is great for it seems as if one is making others aware of a problem that needs to be solved, but instead it merely intensifies the problem.

If you are affected by this negative energy do not tell anyone else in the group, but live your life as if all is joyful. This will take away a potential food supply for the dweller.

The second thing is to share this information with other members who are affected, but tell them you are sharing it only once and are resolved to not speaking of it again, unless prompted by your soul.

The next thing to do is to not visit family members if they are going to talk about this negative force. Try to arrange any needed contacts when positive things will be discussed and if this subject comes up leave the discussion immediately. Avoid having your mind triggered by negative words of power.

Another thing that needs done is to examine yourself and other members for grievances. On your end forgive all the group for any wrongs committed against you and if others have grievances help them to work them out.

Finally, some of this may be the result of past karma and wrong-doing. You might want to visit one skilled in regression and be taken back into your past to learn where the problem may have originated. It is quite possible when this is found that this dweller will instantly fade away as far as you are concerned.

Remember this: Every problem has a solution, every disease a cure and every enemy carries the seeds of its own destruction within its being.

“The price of greatness is responsibility.” Sir Winston Churchill (1874 – 1965)

Dec 29, 2004

Copyright by J J Dewey

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The Love Potion, Chapters 7 & 8

This entry is part 5 of 9 in the series Love Potion

By Ted Dewey

Chapter 7

Another week passed and Sam Bishop died. The body put to rest in the local cemetery. Bill, Joe and Laura, were seated in the front room of the House. The lawyer, Paul Levie, was just leaving. He had read the will, then explained. “Sam didn’t want to complicate things by dying. That is why he sold this place to miss Laura Adams, for the sum of one dollar and other considerations. He also gave her a bill of sale for the furniture and the pickup and several other items .” He had grinned at Bill and Joe. “I don’t quite understand this, but he says you will understand; You two boys, get all the seeds and bulbs of the. plant, which he calls, THE LOVE POTION. I guess he considered these items quite valuable.”

“What do we owe you?” Bill asked.

“Not a damn thing! Sam took care of that already.” Levie picked up his hat and opened the door. “Good day, folks. And good luck to you!”

After the door closed behind him, Bill broke the silence. “Well brother Joe, it looks like it’s about time for us to move on. Gather up our stuff and head for home.”

“Yes, I guess we must As bad as I hate to.. .”

Laura’s eyes were bright. Tears made them glisten. “Don’t go just yet, please! I couldn’t stand to be alone. Stay for a few days, at least.” Bill turned to his brother. “What do you think? old buddy!”

Joe nodded. “I think we should. We also, have to make plans. We got to decide? what we are going to do with all that stuff in the hot-house. We can’t just run off and leave it here.”

“Please, Bill!” Laura’s voice was pleading.

“O.K. We will stay for a few more days. But at least one of us; had better get our butt over to El Monte, pretty soon. After all, we got a business over there At least I hope we? still do.”

Joe nodded. “We will call Cliff again this afternoon. Cliff Harris. He is our manager over there, Laura. If he says everything is alright, we will both stay awhile. If he needs anything, Bill can run over and help him out. Right, Bill?”

“I guess so.”

“Then It’s all settled. So why don’t we quit grieving and get busy. Bill, you go out and pick the tomatoes and take them to market. Laura and I will clean up this place and get dinner.”

Bill stood staring at his brother-. “Boy, you are sure getting bossy!”

Joe grinned, “Someone has got to take charge around here. Get going, brother dear!”

Bill, picked the tomatoes and loaded them in the pickup. It would soon be Thanksgiving, and the weather was; still quite warm. The mercury climbed to the upper eighties in the daytime, then dropping down into the sixties at night. This was perfect weather, for the thousands of winter visitors that come to spend the winter. Snow-Birds they were called and were mostly elderly retired people who filled the many trailer parks.

A good racket to get into Bill thought If he and Joe had been a little more diversified, and had gone into several different ventures, they would of been a lot better off, but now they had a chance to go into something different.

Yes quite different!

The old man had willed them, two or three tons of those bulbs piled in the storage room and enough seed, to plant acres of the stuff.

Bill wanted to believe the old man’s story, and he did1 believe it, at least to a certain point, but at times, there was that little bit of doubt that kept creeping Into his mind.

The old man had been terribly lonesome, down there in the jungle searching for gold. This pretty young girl had turned on all her charm. Was it her, or this LOVE POTION, that had affected his mind? Or could it be a combination of both? Surely, there was a way to find out.

Then suddenly an idea come to him. It was plain to see that brother Joe and Laura, were having an affair. Why not experiment on them? The bulb was harmless? and had no bad after affects. He could spike the coffee and the orange juice, then he could take Joe back to El Monte and keep an eye on him.

There was a cute little dish over there, that Joe had been courting. He would see that they got together again and watch the results. If Joe couldn’t stay away from Laura for at least a few days, he would be convinced that the stuff was really working!

It would be sort of a dirty trick, pulling something like-that on his dear brother, but what the hell! It would all be for a good cause. Before they invested the last of their fortune on this venture, they had better make sure the stuff worked!

Then another thought come to his mind It was plain to see that Joe was fast falling in love. Was Laura feeding him the Potion? Maybe he was under the influence of it already

Maybe he had better just keep a sharp eye open and make sure! He sure didn’t want to do anything to hurt his dear brother!

Then another Idea struck him. Why experiment on Joe? Why not take the stuff himself? There was that cute little blond bar maid at the tavern on fourth? avenue, that he had been seeing quite a lot of lately. She was sexy, desirable and available.

Bill walked back to the store room, opened the door and turned on the light. He walked over to the pile of sacks and opened one of them. He took out several of the bulbs and laid them down on the table. Each one, he took separately and rubbed it briskly between his palms, then blew away the cover.

He found” a small paper sack in the cupboard, then poured the small kernels inside All but two! These he popped into his mouth and began to chew.

Minutes later he climbed into the pickup and started the motor. He would take the tomatoes to market, then head for the tavern.

He would just play it by ear. But somehow or another, he would get that pretty little gal to swallow a couple of these! Then, the great experiment would be on! In a couple of weeks’ time, he should have a lot of the answers!


Chapter 8

Joe stood watching through the slightly parted curtains as brother Bill pulled out of the driveway, headed for town.

Laura was sitting on the couch, a compact in one hand, a tube of lipstick In the other. She turned her head and smiled at Joe. “Is he gone?”

“Yes, on his way to the market.” he walked over to the couch and looked down at Laura. “Feeling better now?”

Laura got to her feet and slipped both arms around Joe’s neck. “Much better.” she whispered. “Now that I know you are going to stay awhile.”

“You couldn’t run me off with a club, sweetie.” Joe put both arms around her and drew her close. “You know that I love you.”

“And I love you so much.” The red lips were parted. “Kiss me darling!”

Joe pulled her warm body close. Her lingering kiss was soft and sweet. Suddenly he released her. He sat down on the couch and pulled her down beside him. There was a serious look on his face. “Sweetie.” he whispered “I do love you. And this is not the LOVE POTION: talking. This is me.”

Laura snuggled dose to him. Her warm breath was in his ear.

“I know, Joe darling. And this is also me. And let me tell you something else. I was in love with you, long before we started running this test.”

“And I was also in love with you.”

“If I hadn’t been in love with you darling, I sure wouldn’t of volunteered to run this experiment. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sweetie, And it works both ways. I was crazy about you, the minute I set eyes on you. You made my blood boil!”

“Oh Joe, I am so glad. I have never loved anyone like this; before! And I never dreamed that sex could be so wonderful!” Her deft fingers un-buttoned the front of his shirt. A warm hand stole inside.

“You little devil.” Joe whispered.

“Don’t you like me to feel you?”

“I love it! You know that!

“I want yon Joe, I need you!”

“Then what are we waiting for!” He jumped to his feet, the girl was in his arms, he carried her to her bedroom and lay her gently down. He kissed the soft neck and whispered in her ear. “The last one undressed, is a rotten egg!”

Her white teeth, bit him on the ear. “It’s a deal!”

A shower of buttons filled the air.

Bill delivered the tomatoes to several fruit stands and several grocery stores. When he was finished, he glanced at his watch. One thirty.

The Happy Hour at Genie’s Tavern, was from two to five. They had drinks for about half price, and the place was always busy during this period. If he went right over there now, very likely it would be deserted He would get a chance to talk to this pretty little blond, without a lot of people butting in.

He was getting rather hungry, and should eat. But what the Hell That could wait. He reached! into the sack on the seat beside him and popped another kernel into his mouth.

A lot like popcorn He thought There didn’t seem to be a place to quit!

Besides, he thought, that brother Joe was having a ball. Probably right now, he was getting a little! Damn his hide, anyhow!

He reached into the sack and drew out a hand full of the little kernels. For a second, he eyed them, “Better not,” he muttered. “Take it easy.”

He dropped all but two, back into the sack. These, he tossed into his mouth. “A couple more shouldn’t hurt!” He switched on the motor and took off.

Minutes later, he parked the pickup) and crawled out. The parking lot was empty. Very likely so was the place inside. He hoped that Genie was not sore at him He had not been here, or called for several days. He had been very busy. He hoped she would understand.

They had got along great and had a good time There had been no Hanky Panky, and he had been a perfect gentleman… too much of a gentleman!

But now, somehow or other, things looked different! That damn Joe, having all the fun and him doing all the work.

He opened the door and stepped inside. The pretty blond was behind the plank. Bill selected a stool and sat down. He put on his best smile. “Hi, Sweetie. How about a bottle of Bud?”

“Hello Bill. Gosh, it is good to see you.” She set the beer in front of him, along with a frosted glass. “I thought maybe you had left the country.”

“Without telling you goodbye? You know better than that!”

“But you haven’t been in or called.”

“I had a good reason, darling! You remember me telling you that my father…”

“Oh Bill, don’t tell me.”

“We buried him yesterday.”

“Oh, I am so sorry! And here I was, thinking bad things about you!”

“Well, you can quit that now. From here on out, you are going to see a lot of me!”

“I am glad.”

Bill stood up and leaned over the bar. “Come here, sweetie, closer.”

Genie stepped up close, her eyes were big and round. Bills arms reached out and went around her. He pulled her close. His voice was soft and low. “I love you, Genie.”

“Bill, have you been drinking?”

“Nary a drop. Do you think I would have to be drunk to fall in love with you?”

“I hope not, but. ..”

“No butts. Kiss me darling!

“Genie closed her eyes and moved closer. Her red lips parted. Bill put his heart and soul in that kiss. Finally, out of breath he moved back. His face was flushed.

Genie moved forward, “More, Bill, more!”

Bill kissed her gently. “That’s all you get for now, sweetheart. But look out for tonight!”

“I will be ready. Oh Bill, I am so glad! And how could I help but love you. You are so sweet!” Bill sat down on the stool and glanced at his watch. “In about ten minutes, the crowd would start coming in. By the way, have you had lunch yet?”

“Not yet. I have a sandwich and a glass of orange juice, in the refrigerator. I was just getting ready to eat a bite.”

Bill got to his feet and headed for the door. A brainstorm had just entered his head. He turned and smiled1 at the girl behind the bar. “I am as hungry as a bear. Don’t eat a cold sandwich. I will be right back with a couple of big Mac’s and some hot coffee.” He opened the door and stepped outside.

It was only a few blocks to the drive-in window. In a few minutes he was there and placed his order. It would take a little while.

But the time was not going to waste! There was a box of Kleenex on the seat beside him. He removed a couple of the sheets and lay them down beside him. He took his knife from his pocket and went to work. A half dozen or so of these kernels cut up fine, would never be noticed. Besides, he had a big head start on that sweet young thing and he didn’t think that would be fair to her. Besides, time was wasting.

Levels of Words

Levels of Words

What are Words of Power?

Actually, the truth of the matter is revealed in the phrase itself. A word (or words) of power are words that generate a response. In other words, these words have power to motivate, to initiate, to cause one to build or destroy, to be set in motion or service.

There are several levels of words of power.

[1] The lowest are the advertising slogans that cause the masses to buy a product. “Where’s the beef?” was a famous one. “The pause that refreshes” is another.

[2] Inspiring words that motivate. This category can range from a coach’s lecture at half time to something like a famous quote – to a compliment that inspires a person to try harder or change direction.

[3] Eternal words. All eternal words are words of power but not all words of power are eternal words. Some words of power pass away and are meant to produce action for the short term. Eternal words are very powerful and do not pass away because they carry in them the seed of an eternal principle.

[4] Mantras that register with the soul. I qualify this because many mantras which are written are merely composed of fancy words which have no power to create change or action.

The Great Invocation and other mantras are Words of Power and also contain principles.

[5] Special words and sounds which are recognized by devas and higher lives.

[6] The OM and the AUM when sounded correctly.

[7] Prayer.

There are others, but this gives us the general idea.

One of the purposes of the universal religion will be to teach people to recognize and use words of power. Even so, such words have been used in all religions, but not recognized as such.

Name some words of power which have been (or are) used in the Christian religion. How did these words manifest as power or create change?

Do words of power always produce good or do they sometimes produce evil?

Reader Question: Did Jesus and the Disciples use such words to contact the Devas, who are the form builders and female aspect of God? Can anyone learn these words, or are they only passed onto Disciples? Will the World eventually be able to contact the Devas and do stuff with them?

JJ; Jesus used some of the key words, but he was so close to the Spirit that he was able to sense the sounds (both inner and outer) that would cause the devas to respond.

Some words of power are passed on and others are picked up after the disciple gains soul contact.

Question: Can devas only be contacted for higher purposes and to help God’s plan? Can the dark side also contact them through the words of power?

JJ: The Dark Brothers use words of power to manipulate devas toward their own ends. The Brotherhood of Light uses them in service to the whole.

The devas who are on the involutionary arc are like living computer programs that will respond to key words, sounds and signs without regard as to whether they be good or evil.

Question: How would one know when one uses the sacred word correctly? Does something happen when the word is sounded correctly, and if so, what? Does one invoke the soul to a louder degree?

JJ: When it is sounded correctly the disciple tunes into the sound of the sacred word as being made by the soul itself. This tuning in is learned by degrees and the greater the harmony with the soul the greater will be the effect of sounding the word.

Question: Does one have to pray really hard to get a response and keep knocking on that door, or can a prayer be simple and said only once for the higher lives to hear and respond?

JJ: Prayer has power when a point of tension is reached. If circumstances and contemplation have already created a point of tension then one prayer may do the job. If one uses prayer alone to create the point of tension then many prayers will be needed.

“A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.” Aesop (620 BC – 560 BC)

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The Love Potion, Chapters 5 & 6

This entry is part 4 of 9 in the series Love Potion

By Ted Dewey

Chapter 5

Breakfast was over at SAM’S PLACE. The old- man, was up and around, but barely. Each day, he was becoming noticeably weaker. The end” was drawing near and he knew it

The three men were seated at the table on the back porch. Laura had retreated to the hothouse. There would be a wedding in town this afternoon, and she would supply the flowers.

Sam cleared1 his throat and looked from one face to the other. “Well, what is the verdict? Am I forgiven?”

Bill slowly nodded his head and answered. “We have talked it over and we can find nothing to forgive. We would see no reason for you to fabricate such a story, and somehow it all seems to add up.”

“It is Bill and me, that should be forgiven,” Joe added. “We took a lot for granted. We were; just kids, and mother was mighty angry. I guess she had a right to be. It was natural that we took her side. We didn’t give you a chance!”

Sam got to his feet and extended a hand to each of the boys. “Then let s start all over again. It’s better late than never!” The three hands joined together – six eyes were brimming with tears. No words were needed. The three men sat down and remained silent for a moment Then Sam spoke: “Boys, I know I don’t have much time left, and now I know that I will rest much better knowing that I have made peace with my two sons. When Laura located you and talked you into coming, I was not only very surprised, but tickled pink. It was my great desire? to make peace with you and once more gain your respect.”

Sam drew a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes He continued “I wanted! to give you both something to remember me by, something good, something that would make you proud of me. For two long nights, I lay awake wondering. What do you give a couple of young men that have everything? I asked! myself. Your mother was quite a wealthy woman. When we parted, I left her a lot of money. You boys would be loaded.”

A slow grin, spread over Sam’s face. “This must sound crazy to you, but it tickled hell out of me when you told me you were busted!”

Neither man answered. They sat staring at the old man. There was a puzzled look on both their faces.

Sam continued. “My will is all made out. Laura, gets most everything. She deserves it. She has been very kind to me and has been a regular little princess, these last two years

But there is one thing, that I have reserved for my two sons. And it might be worth a pile of money!”

He paused for a moment, reached in his shirt pocket and drew out something. He laid it on the table. It was a LOVE POTION bulb.

“That,” he said slowly. “is what I am talking about. There is something in it, that puts the mind at ease and gets it going in the right direction. It takes away hate and fear. Replaces it with love and affection. It could change the whole world!” He picked out one of the kernels and turned it around between his thumb and finger. “Don’t look like much, does it?”

Joe answered. “We talked about that today It must contain, some powerful drug. Am I right?”

The old! man slowly shook his head, “Somehow the word drug has a nasty ring to it. I don’t know whether or not it is a drug, but it sure as hell contains something!”

“Have you had! a chemical, analysis run on it?” Bill asked

Sam nodded. “I have » friend here in town that is a chemist. He ran some tests on it. It contains no known drug, so he says.”

“How about some unknown one?” Joe asked

Sam shook his head “We don’t know. I guess when you are testing for a drug, and you don’t know the make or model, it gets quite complicated, but it contains no known drug, that is for sure “

“How about side effects?” Bill asked.

Sam shook his head. “Nothing bad No hangover, and it is not habit forming. This, I have learned from experience.”

Joe grinned. “One more question Just how far does this stuff go? Does it affect the body as well as the mind!? Does it stimulate sex?”

Sam Bishop grinned. “Sex, is part of love, isn’t it?”

Joe blushed. “I think I understand what you mean, but answer me this. When people get past their prime and slow down, does this stuff give them a boost?”

“Definitely! A couple of these little kernels a day to a woman that is fading like a fallen rose and will bloom all over again. Double the dosage and in a week’s time, look out! If she doesn’t have a man, she will go looking for one.”

“How about the older men? Does it do anything for them?” Bill asked. “Or does It just fill their- head up with ideas? The man has got to have it somewhere besides in his noggin.”

“I know what you mean.” Sam took a handkerchief out of his pocket and; wiped his forehead. “Whatever a man loses to make him potent, this stuff will start up the machinery that will make him like new again I have been experimenting with this for- almost twenty years, and now I have most of the answers. I figured there must be a way to make a pile of dough, out of this project. I was Just about ready to begin when this damn cancer got me.

But I did write a book that tells everything. So, this is my gift to you. This project I leave to both of you, lock, stock, and barrel. And I hope you make a million!”


Chapter 6

Two weeks had gone by, since Bill and Joe had arrived at Sam’s Place. For the last three days the old man had remained bedridden. His face was flushed, his eyes had a glassy look. Everyone knew the end was near.

Bill had taken over the outside chores Taking care of the hot-house and hauling the fruit and vegetables to market. Joe, was playing the part of a male nurse, helping take care of the old man.

It was Saturday afternoon, and the day was sunny and bright. Bill had gone to town after groceries. Joe and Laura were seated at the table under the orange tree; a cold glass of orange juice in front of each of them.

With every passing day, Joe felt himself falling for this pretty young lady. Each day, she was becoming more beautiful Now that she had a couple of good helpers, she had plenty of time to take care of herself.

Joe toyed with the glass in his hand, glancing up now and then to take a peek at the girl in front of him.

Laura’s short cut curly brown hair was neatly combed. Under the big blue eyes was a trace of eye shadow. The pearly white teeth were bright and glistening. The tired look had vanished.

“God, you look pretty today.” Joe told her. “You are a very beautiful woman.”

“Thanks, Joe. Now that I have some help around here, I can spend a little time on myself. I was, getting about worn out.”

“How come” Joe asked, “that a beautiful girl like you, turns out to be a house-keeper? You look more like a model in a big department store. Either that, or a movie star!”

Laure smiled. “Keep talking, flattery will get you anywhere!”

“I am not kidding.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I would love to hear it.”

“I don’t think you would find it very interesting.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“What would you like to know about me?”

Joe grinned, “Everything! Start back when you were a little kid. Where were you born? What did your parents do?”

Laura picked up her glass and took a swallow of the orange juice. She set the glass down and for a moment sat staring at the man across the table. “There is some of my past,” she said slowly, “that I am not too proud of. Talking about it, will probably bring back a lot of unpleasant memories.”

“Then let’s talk about something else.”

The girl shook her head. “No, I will tell you. Otherwise, you will think I was really bad.”

“Get going. I am a good listener!”

“Just what do you want to know? Go ahead and ask me a few questions.”

“Okay, how old are you, Laura?”

“Twenty five, coming on twenty six.”

“I don’t even know your last name.”

“Adams. Laura Lorena Adams.”

“Are you a native? Were you born here?”

“No, I was born and raised in Texas – deep in the heart of Texas.”

“I don’t detect any Texas draw.”

“I must have lost it somewhere along the way.”

“How long have you been here in Yuma?”

Laura? closed; her eyes and leaned back in the chair. “It’s been a little over two years. I went to work for your father shortly after I came here.”

“And you have no relatives; here?”

Laura slowly shook her head. “I don’t have any relatives anywhere, Joe. I was an orphan and no one wanted me, I guess.”

“Whatever brought you out here?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious, I guess, but it does seem odd that a pretty young thing like you, would be here all by yourself.”

Laura sighed, “Maybe it would do me good to talk about it. I have kept everything bottled up for so long.”

“Sometimes it’s good to get a load off your chest.”

“I guess I might just as well. I’ll cut it as short as I can. My childhood days weren’t happy ones. I spent most of my time in an orphanage. I got tired of staying there, so I pulled out.

“I was just thirteen. I painted up my face so as I would look older and got a job in a restaurant. It was sort of a roadhouse, far out in the country. The people there sort of adopted me. I was there for two years.

“I bought me a guitar and learned to play it. I practiced singing, mostly country and western. Everyone said I was good and I entertained when I was not waiting on tables.

“As I grew older, I wanted to get out of there. There were very few young people in that neighborhood, and no good-looking boys about my age. Then one day, a big bus stopped there. The big red letters on the side of It read, DARREL GAINS AND HIS TEXAS RANGERS.

“It was a traveling band and they were just passing through. They stopped for dinner. I sang for them. I guess they were quite impressed, for they gave me a big hand

“Darrel Gaines, was the leader of the band. He was young and handsome. I fell for him. They stayed there and entertained for about a week. When they pulled out, I went with them.

“Darrel had a wife somewhere. But getting married didn’t seem too important to me. I guess; I was star struck and had big dreams of the future.

“We had good times and bad. Darrel couldn’t leave the bottle alone. Also he used hard drugs, taking anything that was available. I wanted to get away from them but I had nowhere to go.

“The years; passed. Then one day we came here to Yuma. We got a job playing; in one of the local clubs. We were staying at a motel out on thirty second street. That was our last night together.

“That night I had a terrible headache. I guess I was lucky. I took a couple of aspirins and curled up on the couch. I was watching the ten o’clock news on T.V. and got the surprise of my life. There had been a terrible wreck.. Our bus had left the road, rolled over and burst into flames. Everyone was killed.”

Laura quit talking and wiped her eyes.

“I had about twenty dollars Almost broke and nowhere to go. I bought a newspaper and went through the want ads. I answered the one that; read. ‘Housekeeper Wanted. Board, room and salary.’ I got the job and have been here ever since.”

Laura quit talking for a moment, then smiled. “Anything else you would like to know?”

Joe shook his head. “I think you covered most everything. And thanks a lot! You sure have nothing to be ashamed of.” He stood up and helped the girl to her feet. “You sure haven’t had a very happy life.”

Laura looked up at him. “These last couple of years, hasn’t been so bad. I have had a roof over my head and knew where the next meal was coming from. And your father, Joe has been so kind to me. I love him like he was my real father. I will miss him so much.”

Joe nodded. “I know what you mean. Bill and myself, have also had some tough breaks these- last few years. Maybe it’s about time that lady luck starts smiling down on us. At least let’s hope she does.”

“I am in favor of that. And now that you know all about me, why don’t we talk about something else?”

“Okay, and there is, something else.” Joe reached in his shirt pocket and drew out several small sections of the bulb that grew in the hothouse. He laid them down on the table. “What do you know about these little fellers?” he asked.

Laura picked up one of the sections and turned it around in her hand. “Looks like Garlic, doesn’t it?”

“It sure? does. But you know darn well it isn’t. Pop has told Bill and me all about it. I was just wondering what you knew about the stuff.”

Laura smiled. “Your father told me quite a story about these things. He calls it a love potion that works by putting it in either food or drink. Is that what he told you?”

Joe nodded. “Yes, And it makes quite a story. I can see no reason for him to fabricate such a yarn.”

“Don’t you believe him Joe?”

“Yes, but he might have gotten carried away, a bit.”

“Your father don’t lie!”

“I didn’t mean that. He thinks the stuff is worth a lot of money and could be marketed. I wish I was as certain about this as he is.”

“He should know. He had a very personal experience with it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, and I guess that is about what it would take to make one out of me. Bill and I have had a tough break, these last few years. We lost a lot of money on holding a lot of big gas guzzling cars. We thought they would come back.”

The trace of a smile, crept over the face of Laura Adams. “If you want to make sure, Joe. Why don’t you take some of it yourself?”

“And! what would I do, Laura. Fall in love with myself?”

The smile broadened “I would be glad to help. We could run an experiment.”

“You and me?”

“No one would need to know. Besides I think it would be fun. I do like you, Joe. A lot!”

Joe slid around the table and looked down into the deep blue eyes. He gently kissed the curved red lips. Already, life was more: beautiful!

How Will Christ Manifest?

How Will Christ Manifest?

Here more quotes from DK on the coming religion and of Christ:

“In the Aquarian Age, the Risen Christ is Himself the Water-Carrier; He will not this time demonstrate the perfected life of a Son of God, which was His main mission before; He will appear as the supreme Head of the Spiritual Hierarchy, meeting the need of the thirsty nations of the world – thirsty for truth, for right human relations and for loving understanding. He will be recognised this time by all and in His Own Person will testify to the fact of the resurrection, and hence demonstrate the paralleling fact of the immortality of the soul, of the spiritual man. The emphasis during the past two thousand years has been on death; it has coloured all the teaching of the orthodox churches; only one day in the year has been dedicated to the thought of the resurrection. The emphasis in the Aquarian Age will be on life and freedom from the tomb of matter, and this is the note which will distinguish the new world religion from all that have preceded it.

“The Festival of Easter and the Feast of Pentecost will be the two outstanding days of the religious year. Pentecost is, as you must well know, the symbol of right human relations in which all men and nations will understand each other and – though speaking in many and diverse languages – will know only one spiritual speech.

“It is significant that two important episodes are related in the final part of the Gospel story – one preceding and one following immediately after the apparent death of the Christ. They are:

“1. The story of the upper chamber to which the man carrying the water pot and typifying Aquarius led the disciples, and in which the first communion service was held, participated in by all and foretelling that great relationship which will distinguish humanity in the coming age, after the tests of the Piscean Age. Such a communion service has never yet been held, but the New Age will see it take place.

“2. The story of the upper chamber in which the disciples met and arrived at a true recognition of the Risen Christ and at a perfect and complete understanding of each other in spite of the symbolic diversity of tongues. They had a touch of prevision, of prophetic insight, and foresaw a little of the wonder of the Aquarian Age.

“The vision in men’s minds today is that of the Aquarian Age, even if they recognise it not. The future will see right relationships, true communion, a sharing of all things (wine, the blood, the life and bread, economic satisfaction) and goodwill; we have also a picture of the future of humanity when all nations are united in complete understanding and the diversity of languages – symbolic of differing traditions, cultures, civilisations and points of view – will provide no barrier to right human relations. At the centre of each of these pictures is to be found the Christ.” Destiny of the Nations, Pages 150-152

“Their (disciples) work is to formulate the universal platform of the new world religion. It is a work of loving synthesis and it will emphasize the unity and the fellowship of the spirit. This group is, in a pronounced sense, a channel for the activity of the second Ray of Love-Wisdom, that of the World Teacher-an office held at present by the Christ. The platform of the new world religion will be built by the many groups, working under the inspiration of the Christ and the influence of the second ray and these-in their totality-will constitute this sixth group.” Discipleship in the New Age, Vol 1, Page 38

“The development of the power to recall the Words of Power which had been spoken by me, and later, the listening for a Word of Power. This recognition of the Words will be one of the major objectives of the new world religion, and hence our effort (not particularly successful hitherto) to do something symbolically analogous in our group activity.” Discipleship in the New Age, Vol 2, Page 58

Question: This last paragraph is interesting. What do you suppose it means?

A reader responds saying: I do have a few questions about what you posted from DK.

DK: “He will be recognised this time by all and in His Own Person will testify to the fact of the resurrection, and hence demonstrate the paralleling fact of the immortality of the soul, of the spiritual man.”

DK states that this time the Christ will be recognized by ALL.

Therefore, does this mean every single human being on Earth?

JJ: One problem with this type of statement is that it has not been revealed exactly how Christ will appear. The first stage of his appearing has been accomplished and that is the implanting of the teaching of the Christ Consciousness, or “Christ in you, the hope of Glory.” Col 1:27. This belief is now firmly enough established to take root and fulfill stage one.

The second stage has two steps.

[1] The first stages of overshadowing. This happens through the Oneness Principle where numerous disciples tune into the mind of Christ and seek to act as his agents on the earth. When successful, the disciple will say and do the same type of words and works as the Christ himself if he were physically here.

[2] The Divine Possession where the consciousness of Christ is shared with a disciple, or possibly more than one, as happened with Jesus 2000 years ago. Jesus was followed by Peter who was also overshadowed, though not as intimately as was Jesus.

The third stage is where the Christ appears in a physical body of his own, not sharing one with a disciple. This would be an even more intense presence for him than the last time.

If the principle of overshadowing and divine possession are successful, or on the other hand, if the consciousness of humanity is not prepared for the physical presence of the Christ, the overshadowing principle could be used to constitute the Second Coming.

It is most likely that the two steps of the overshadowing will be used for some time to come with Christ making his physical appearance after a lot more groundwork has been done. This could happen within a generation, but more than likely would be over a hundred years or more in our future.

If the time becomes right for him to appear in a physical body of his own he will do so after many disciples have awakened and done the necessary work. He will appear first to human group molecules and other disciples doing necessary work. When all is in order he will then begin his mission to the world with proof of his immortality in a body which cannot be destroyed.

Notice that both DK and the Bible say that all will recognize him, but it does not say this will happen immediately. This recognition may take a couple hundred years of work before it universally occurs. Even here all may not call him the Christ, but they will recognize God working in him.

Question: If so, what has happened to all the people who are turned only towards the Self/dark and materialism? Will they also be able to recognize Him, or have they disappeared or changed their ways drastically and renounced all error/evil?

JJ: The workers of darkness are often the first to recognize an agent of light, but they deal with this recognition much differently than the good guys. Instead of acceptance they fight against the light with all their power.

The advanced dark disciples consciously recognize the light and fight against it while the lesser disciples merely recognize a being on an opposite path to themselves.

Question: Do you believe that ALL will recognize Him in about 22 years time? Are changes to humanity’s view of God and Soul going to drastically change that much in only 20 years? If so, is this because of the preparatory work being done now?

JJ: This is unlikely to happen by this time. But as I have said before the period from 2025-2030 will be a key time to have certain foundations laid in anticipation for the presence of the Christ, however he may choose to manifest.

The scriptures say that no man knows the date and time of his coming, not even the Son, but only the Father. (Matt 24:36) This is basically still true today except the Christ has a lot better idea of how events will play out now than he did back then.

The coming of Christ is a great mystery, but when the mission of Christ is completed, interpretation by use of hindsight will be simple, as it is now with his first coming.

“It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.” Gore Vidal (1925 – )

NOTE: Though I do not agree with this quote I include it because it represents the thoughts of so many.

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The Love Potion, Chapters 3 & 4

This entry is part 3 of 9 in the series Love Potion

By Ted Dewey

Chapter 3

The Bishop twins excused themselves. Joe told Laura, “Bill and I are going out for a little ride and look the town over. We will be back around five this afternoon.”

They got in the car and drove over to West Eighth. From there they went East to Fourth Have, the main drag of Yuma. Bill was driving, Joe was keeping his eyes open for a tavern. A good cold beer seemed to be in order.

Minutes later, they were seated in one; that Joe had selected. A sexy looking blond, took their order and: set a couple of cold bottles of Bud in front of them. Other than themselves, the place was deserted They poured the beer into the tall- frosted! glasses and took a sip. Bill broke the silence

“Well brother old buddy, what do you think?”

“I think we got here just in time. I don’t look for the old gent to last much longer.”

Bill nodded “I agree with you there, and it makes me feel guilty as hell, that we didn’t try and get in touch with him a long time ago. After all, he is our father.”

“And a very interesting one at that.”

“What did you think of that yarn he told us?”

Joe frowned “Quite a yarn, alright. I wonder just how much of it is true?”

“Hard to tell. I don’t; think he is intentionally feeding us a line of B. S. just to get on the good side of us. However, a person can sometimes let their imagination run away. Maybe he just fell in love with the girl. Anyhow, I don’t think we should blame him for something that happened twenty years ago. He had his life to live.”

Joe nodded, “Right you are, brother. But somehow I have a gut feeling, that his story is true. We were taught that he was a dirty rat for bringing that woman home. Mother never quite lived that down. She had many unkind things to say about him, but I can’t remember her ever calling him a liar!”

“Right you are. So, for the present time, let’s assume that he is telling the truth. What say that all is forgiven. I think that is our best move.”

“Me too So, let’s talk about that Love Potion. The bulb on the bottom of that flower, has to be damn potent and must contain some sort of a drug.”

Bill reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out several of the small kernels. He laid them down on a napkin in front of him. Next, he took a small pen knife from his pocket, then sliced! one of the kernels into thin slices. He picked up one, put it in his mouth and began to chew.

Joe selected a piece and put it in his mouth.

“Not much taste to it,” Bill commented. “Maybe a little bit on the ginger side, more like cinnamon.”

Joe nodded. “It has a pleasant taste, but would sure be hard to detect in food or a cup of coffee. Put two or three of those cut up in a glass of orange juice and one would never know the difference.”

“Sure would be easy to feed a person without his knowing, alright.” Bill commented,

“Evidently there is something about the stuff, that stimulates your love and makes the old man return like a homing Pigeon!”

.Joe grinned, “And when he gets home, then what? What would a few more kernels do to him?”

“I get what you mean. The old man didn’t mention sex… I wonder.”

“Me too. If a couple of these little kernels every day, keeps the love going, what would a dozen do?

“Probably dad has all the answers The next time we have a session with him we will ask. He has been fooling with the stuff for about twenty years. I’ll bet he has all the answers!”

Joe picked up another slice from the napkin, then began to chew, “Not that I need a booster,” he grinned, “but I hate to see it go to waste.”

“Me too; and do you know something brother- dear? I have a feeling that this stuff is not really a Love Potion, but a Sex stimulant as well! And if it is, and has no bad side effects, we may have discovered the fountain of youth!”

Joe grinned. “Right you are And I can tell from the look in your eye, that the stuff is working. That sexy Blonde behind the bar, is getting prettier every minute! Right?”



Chapter Four

The crowing of many roosters, awakened the Bishop brothers. Joe was the first to roll out of bed. He slipped on his trousers and walked over to where his brother lay staring up at the ceiling

“Get up,” Joe whispered. “Put on your clothes, we’ve got work to do.”

Bill yawned, stretched, then sat up and rolled off the bed.

If they were going to stay here until the old man passed away, they had: better make themselves useful. They had decided the night before that Laura, the pretty and attractive housekeeper, could sure use some help.

The two men dressed, then silently sneaked out the back door and” headed for the greenhouse. There was work to be done.

A pair of sprinkler cans were setting beside a water hydrant. They filled them with water and: began giving the dry thirsty plants, a very much needed drink of water. In about an hour all was wet and dripping.

There were about two dozen tomato plants, covered with both green and ripe fruit. Each man grabbed a basket and began picking. Inside a few minutes, six half bushel baskets were piled high with the red ripe tomatoes.

When this job was finished, both men paused and looked around. “Now where do we go from here?” Bill asked.

Joe grinned “I think we had better quit for now. We had better wait for further instructions. But for sure, we haven’t done anything wrong yet!”

Bill nodded, then pointed to the back end of the building. “That door there in the back – I wonder- if the thing opens into another room, or is just another way outside.”

“Let’s go take a look.” Joe led the way

It was a big: wooden door, with no window Bill took hold of the doorknob, twisted it and gave it a pull. The door swung open wide. Only darkness greeted them. He reached inside, feeling for a switch. He found one and gave it a flip. The room was flooded with light.

There was junk piled everywhere Shovels, hoes, a lawn, mower, a small garden tractor and a large cupboard with many drawers and compartments. On each one was a printed cardboard label: Beans, Peas, Onions, and many other kinds of vegetables. Also, many different kinds of flowers.

“I guess this is where he keeps all his junk, but maybe this is the place where he keeps all the seeds,” Bill muttered. “I wonder if the seeds and bulbs for the Love Potion are around here.”

“Probably is, said Joe. “Let’s see. Here on the left he has started with A.”

“Here it is.” Bill grinned! “And sure as hell printed on the card is, LOVE POTION!” He pulled out the drawer and set It down on the table. Inside the box was a cloth bag. A rubber band was holding the bag shut. Bill removed it and both men looked inside. Millions of the tiny seeds glistened in the light.

“Good Lord!” Joe muttered! “Must be four or five pounds of the stuff; enough seeds to plant acres.”

Over on the other side of the room was a stack of red string sacks. Joe walked over and inspected them, “Looks like Onions.” He searched for an opening on the sack.

Bill closed the bag and put. the seeds back in the drawer. He walked! over and stood beside Joe “What you got here, old Buddy?”

“Looks like onions.” The top of the sack was now open. He reached! inside and squeezed something that was hard and lumpy. He pulled it out and both? men stared down at the thing. A large LOVE POTION bulb.

For a moment, both men stood staring at the many sacks of the bulbs “Good Lord!” Joe muttered. “I’ll bet there is a ton of it here!”

“Closer to two tons, maybe three!”

The two men exchanged glances, then slowly nodded their heads thinking there was one thing for sure. The old man sure believed these things to be of great value, or he certainly wouldn’t have raised tons of it and piled it in here

Joe’s hand was shaking as he returned the bulb to the sack. “I think we had better get out of here, Bill. I feel like a spy!”

“Me too. Besides I’m? getting: hungry.”

They stepped back into the hot house and closed the door. As they walked up the narrow aisle, the front door opened and Laura stood there smiling, at them. “Breakfast is ready, and I’ll bet you guys are starved. Looks like you have been busy, and you even picked the tomatoes!”

Joe took her by the arm “Lead the way, we are as hungry as a couple of bears. After we eat we will take the tomatoes to market. By the way, how is Dad this morning?”

“About the same, I guess.” Bill took: her by the other arm, opened the door and the three of them started toward! the house

“Joe and I talked! things over last night, and we decided to stay till its all over. We are not going to impose on you any longer. We are going to help you in every way we can.”

“Thanks, fellows I was hoping you would do just that”

Joe gave her arm a gentle squeeze “And I am damn good at cooking and housework. We will all three work together till Pop tells us goodbye.”

The Love Potion, Chapter 2

This entry is part 2 of 9 in the series Love Potion

Chapter 2
The Love Potion
By Ted Dewey

As always, the crowing of the roosters awakened Sam. For the first time in many a night, he had enjoyed a good night’s rest.

The smell of frying beacon and steaming coffee drifted into the room. He rolled off the bed and slipped on his trousers. Time to get up.

Bill and Joe were in the kitchen, talking and laughing, chatting with Laura. It sounded like everyone was having a good time.

When breakfast was over, Sam told Laura. “I feel quite strong this morning. While you are catching up on your housework, I will take the boys outside and show them around.”

Laura nodded. “Go ahead, I will join you later.” she turned to Bill and Joe. “One of you keep ahold of an arm at all times. Sometimes he thinks he is stronger than he is.”

Sam led them down the path, that would take them to the green house. All around them were trees loaded with oranges, lemons and grapefruit. “The family orchard.” Sam explained. “We have about fifty trees. We sell most of the fruit to the winter visitors.”

There seemed to be chickens running everywhere. Off to the left, was the chicken house. Ahead of them, was an open field. Sam pointed with his free arm. “There is about an acre out there. On that, we raise garden stuff and sell most of it to the local fruit and vegetable stands.”

Just ahead and off to the right, was the green house. Its low sloping glass roof, glistened in the sunlight.

There was a door in front. Sam opened it, all three men stepped inside. Long lines of wooden benches, were covered with boxes of black soil. Out of them grew everything from beautiful flowers, to big red, ripe tomatoes.

“We raise a little bit of everything in here.” Sam remarked. “Lots of tomatoes in the winter.” He pointed to the opposite side of the building. “Over there are flowers of every kind. Laura makes: up wreaths for weddings and funerals.”

Bill and Joe stood staring about them. “Beautiful,” they murmured.

“It takes a lot of work.” Sam went on. “We don’t get rich, but we make a good living.”

They walked down the narrow aisle, and Sam guided them to the rear of the place. Over to one side, was a. long narrow bench. On it, were many boxes. Several of them contained a, long stemmed white; flower, tinted with a delicate pink. Sam picked a couple of them and handed them to the two men.

“Take a close look.” Sam told them. “Did you ever see a flower like that before?”

Each of the men turned the long stem in their fingers. Joe sniffed the blossom in his hand. “Can’t smell anything.”

“There are a lot prettier flowers in here than these.” Bill remarked. “Are they supposed to be something special?”

Sam slowly nodded his head. “Yes, they are very special.” He moved on to the next box. In it were the same flowers, but these were much larger. The stems much thicker. He leaned over the box, selected one and pulled it from the soil. On the bottom of the stem, was a bulb about the size of a large walnut.

Sam pointed with his finger. “That first box, I planted from the seed. This last one, from the tiny bulb that grew on the bottom. The tiny bulb I planted in this last box and out of it, grew this large flower with the cluster of small ones.” He drew a small knife from his pocket and cut the bulb from the stem. He rubbed the thing briskly between the palms of his hands He held it close to his face and blew away the cover that had come loose, then held out his hand. In it, was many small sections of broken-down bulb, each about the size of a kernel of corn.

“But what is this all about?” Bill asked.

Sam glanced down at the objects in his hand. “This,” he said, “or maybe I should say, some just like these, prompted me to do what I did twenty years ago. Now, would you like me to tell you about it?”

Bill and Joe exchanged glances, then nodded.

“It’s getting hot and humid in here.” Sam wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “Let’s go out and sit in the shade and I will tell you all about it!”

The three men were comfortably seated at a table, in the shade of an orange tree. Three glasses and a cold pitcher of orange juice was in front of them. The very efficient and devoted Laura, seemed always to be standing by.

Sam Bishop leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was going to tell these two boys^ of his, a very strange and true story. One that was long overdue. Just where would be the best place to start, he wondered. He had better make it as short as possible. Too much talking was no good, at this stage of the game. He tired very easily.

He opened his eyes and stared at the two faces in front of him. Both men were leaning forward, patiently waiting.

Sam took a deep breath, then began to speak. “As you know, I was a mining engineer. My work took me all over the continent. From northern Alaska, to deep into South America. I spent very little time at home.

“Your mother and I, had very little in common. It seemed like that all she wanted from me, was the money I brought home. It wasn’t a happy marriage, at least not on my part.

“That spring twenty years ago, I was hired by a large mining cooperation. They sent me to Central America, along with a small crew to run some tests on some placer mining property which they had leased from the Nicaraguan government.

“It was located on the Coco River, near the east coast about half way between British Honduras and the town of Bluefields Nicaragua, an old English slave trading colony which was abandoned after the civil war.

“In the early days of the Americas, the Spaniards had moved in on the Mosquito Indian. Then came the English, who brought the black man from Africa. And there were more.

“So, after hundreds of years of inter-marrying, they become one race of people. Somehow the English language dominated the rest, and is now spoken by everyone.

“They are a handsome race of people. Not exactly white, not black yellow or red, but a dusky tan.” Sam closed his eyes. A smile came to his face. “And those brown skinned girls, were really something!”

“Of course, I was twenty years younger, then. And being a normal human being, with every passing day, they become more beautiful. Especially one. Her name was Nena.

“There were three of us men from the States. A book keeper, a chopper pilot and myself. We hired a crew and ran tests on the gravel bars, searching for gold. We had our own private chopper. We covered quite an area.

“We had only been there a short time, when my partners brought into camp two of the pretty young maidens. Suddenly I become very lonesome. I was alone and I began looking around.

“Nena was one of the girls that worked for us. She cooked, did washings and other chores around our camp. She was a beautiful girl, and had only eyes for me. She was eighteen.

“She waited on me like I was some sort of a king. Her heart was full of love and compassion. Never before, had I met anyone like her.

“I will never forget my last week down there. My job was finished and I was going home for Christmas. I was packing my things and noticed that the girl also had her bags packed. Surely, she didn’t figure on going along. She knew I was married, and we had an understanding.

“I asked her. ‘Are you planning on going somewhere?’

“She put her arms around me and drew herself close. There was a twinkle in her eye. ‘Yes.’ she whispered.

“Where?” I asked.

“She laughed. ‘You will see!’

“Finally, I was ready to go. The other two men, would stay another month. There was still some work to be done. The pilot would fly me to the city of Managua. Here I must wait five days, in order to get an exit visa. They make sure you pay all your bills, before you get on that plane.

“I took Nena in my arms and kissed her. ‘Thanks for everything.’ I told her. ‘And may God bless you.’ Her big brown eyes were bright, but there were no tears.

“‘You will be back soon.’ She whispered.

“I shook my head. ‘No, sweetie. This is it. Good by.’ My eyes were stinging as we took off.

“We landed at the airport and took a cab to the city. Our first step, was to the Nicaraguan embassy to apply for an exit visa. The pilot, his name was Ed Sanderson, would stay and keep me company until my plane departed. We got a room at the Gran Hotel and settled down to wait.

“Time passed slowly. There was a restaurant and bar, just off the main lobby. We had a. couple of drinks and a big dinner. Then back to our room and wait.

“That night, we got very little sleep. I rolled and tossed, reaching for Nena, and she wasn’t there. I thought I must have kept Ed awake most of the night. He also, got very little sleep.

“We got up at daybreak and went down to the restaurant. We drank coffee, until it about ran out of our ears:. Then we had breakfast.

“The day was hot and humid. There was no rain. This was the dry season. We took a stroll through the park. We walked down to the lake and skipped stones across the smooth water.

“It was a good day for drinking beer. We took in all the pubs within blocks of the hotel. And there were many. We must have been quite plastered, when we finally stumbled into bed.

“Along toward morning, I awoke. I was crying out Nena’s name. Reaching for her. I got up and turned on the light.

“I glanced at my watch. It was four o’clock in the morning. Ed, was sitting on the edge of his bed, fully dressed, smoking a cigarette.

“‘Can’t sleep?’ I asked him.

“‘Hell no. And I can’t figure it out. I usually sleep like a log.’

“‘Me too. I should have brought my little Chick with me. I wish to God that she was here. I know Nena wanted to come along and go to the states with me. Now, I wish I had brought her.”

“Ed got to his feet and began pacing up and down the room. ‘Sam,’ he said, ‘I am doing you no good waiting here with you. As soon as it is daylight, I’m getting the hell out of here! Going back to my little Chick.’

“I didn’t hesitate one second. ‘I am going with you.’

“Sam quit talking and poured himself a fresh glass of orange juice. His hands were shaking, as he held the glass to his lips. He set it down and closed his eyes.

Bill broke the silence. “And then?”

Sam slowly opened his eyes. “I am getting really tired, boys. So I will cut the rest of this, real short. Nena was all packed and ready to go, when I returned to camp. There was a sly look on her pretty face. I had a feeling that she knew I would return for her.”

“A few days later, we landed in L.A. We made plans and worked fast. I rented her a small apartment, close to my office. She was badly in need of new clothes so I bought her a whole new wardrobe.. God, she was beautiful, decked out in all that finery! Somehow, I just wanted the world to see this beautiful, creature. I was so proud of her!

“As you probably remember, I belonged to the Elks Lodge. I knew that those old boys in there would sure turn green with envy, if I walked in there with her on my arm. I guess I thought I could get by with it, just once.

“It was just three nights before Christmas, when we stepped through that doorway. I never dreamed that your mother and some of our friends were inside.”

Sam stopped talking and took another sip of the orange juice. He set the glass down and cleared his; throat. “From here on, you know what happened. I gave your mother everything, including the custody of you two boys. All I kept, was the money I had in my personal bank account.

“Nena and I left L.A. and came over here to Arizona. We bought this old place. Fixed up the house, and raised a big garden. We did a lot of work on the green house and started raising flowers. We didn’t make a lot of money, but we were very happy.

“Then one day when she was coming home from town her car was struck by a truck. She died on the way to the hospital.” Sam stopped talking for a moment, and wiped his eyes. Tears made them glisten.

“I was all alone for some time. I almost went crazy. I advertised for a house-keeper. That is how I met Laura. She has been with me since that time. That was about two years ago.”

Sam shifted his weight in the chair. Trying to get in a more comfortable position. The pain was getting un-bearable. Soon it would be time for Laura to bring his medicine.

The flower that he had pulled out of the box in the green house, was lying in front of him. He picked it up and turned it around in his fingers. A faint smile came to his face.

“And now.” he said. “Would you like to hear the rest of the story?”

As though spellbound, the two men nodded.

Sam reached in his pocket and pulled out the remains of the bulb he had taken apart in the green house. He opened his hand and laid them on the table. Both Bill and Joe, reached out and picked up several of the kernels.

“Looks like garlic.” Bill commented.

“What are they?” Joe asked softly.

Sam looked from the flower to the kernels on the table. Slowly he shook his head. “I really don’t know what they are, but I know where they come from, and what they do.”

Laura came walking up to the table. In her hands was a small tray. On it was a glass of water and a couple of capsules. She smiled down at Sam. “Time for your medicine.”

Like an obedient child, he picked up the pills and chased them down with a glass of water. Laura walked away a few steps, stopped and turned her head. “Just holler, if you need anything more.” Once more, she vanished into the house.

“Quite a gal: you got there.” Joe commented.

Sam nodded. “A wonderful girl. I don’t know how I would have made it without her. She is one in a. million.”

Bill rubbed the kernels in his hand. “Let’s get back to these little fellers. I am fascinated!”

Sam picked up the flower by the stem. “When fully matured,” he said. “A flower like this, will produce hundreds of tiny seeds, which in turn, produces thousands of these little kernels. But now to get back to my story. I feel much better, now.

“That night that Ed and I spent in Managua waiting for my visa, about drove me crazy. I knew that something was the matter, but I couldn’t put my finger on the trouble. Neither could Ed. It wasn’t until we had settled here in Yuma, that I finally discovered what had happened.

“One morning Nena was getting breakfast. She was in the process of putting coffee in the perculator.1 was in my bare feet and slipped up behind her. First, she put in the coffee. Then she reached into another container and drew out a couple of these little kernels. With a sharp knife, she chopped them up and dumped them into the pot.

“Naturally I was curious. I asked her. ‘What the devil are you doing? What was that you just put in there?’

“She was rather startled for a moment. Then she turned and smiled up at me. “Just a little love potion, darling. An old family recipe.’

“I was dumbfounded to say the least. I reached into the can containing the kernels and drew out a handful. I looked them over closely, then slowly a light began to dawn.

“‘How long have you been feeding me this?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘Since the first time you slept with me. Also, I have been taking it. It works both ways.’

“My thoughts went back to those two nights in Managua. Was it possible? I took her by the shoulders and turned her around. ‘Were you feeding me this stuff just about the time I decided to go home for Christmas?’

“Again she laughed. ‘Yes, darling. I doubled your potion those last few days. She put her head on my shoulder; there were tears in her eyes. ‘I had to make sure you would return for me.’

“I had one more question. ‘And where do you get the stuff, here?’

“Her answer was. ‘Out in the green house. I have been growing it with the rest of the flowers. I brought many seeds with me.”

The two men examined the small kernels In their hands.

“Must be potent stuff.” Bill remarked.

“And she called the brew a love potion. Correct?” Joe asked.

Sam nodded, then slowly got to his feet. “Well boys,” he said, “now you have heard the rest of the story. So, judge me, as you may, but I would bet, that if either of you. had been in my place, you would have done the same thing”

Suddenly Laura was beside the old man. She took him by the arm and guided him toward the open door. “Time for your nap.” She told him. “You have had enough excitement for one day.” They disappeared into the house.

The two men exchanged glances.

“Quite a story!” Bill remarked.

Joe nodded “And quite a gal, that Laura. Boy, I could sure go for her!” He glanced down at the small kernels in his hand. “I think I will chop up some of these and try and figure a way to feed them to her. She is something!”

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Universal Religion

Universal Religion

DK says this: “Their (disciples) task is to develop “the mind that is in Christ” and as they do so, they will help make clear the way for “the coming of His feet,” as the Bible puts it (Heb. XII.13). Seeing life and events in the light of the spiritual values, as He does, will facilitate the giving out of the new teaching and will provide the skeleton structure of the new world religion, thus giving us a fresh view of divine intention and a living insight into the minds of Those Who implement the divine will and are the engineers of humanity’s future. Let us, therefore, try and appreciate not only the opportunity which Christ has to help us (which is the usual presentation), but let us look also at the crises and problems with which He is confronted as He faces the work which He must do.” Reappearance of the Christ, Page 67

DK often talks about a universal religion that will emerge out of the many religions. Here he tells us that it is the duty of disciples to think as the Christ and provide a skeleton structure for this new world religion.

Now whenever someone talks about a world religion many conspiracy people conjure up images of the Beast forcing some particular religion upon the whole world. This is a far cry from that which DK is speaking. What those concerned about one world government and religion overlook is this.

A one world religion (as well as government) is inevitable, is a part of social evolution and there is nothing we can do to prevent it.

The question is not, will it happen, but how it will happen? In other worlds, is the one world going to be controlled by the forces of light or dark, by freedom or force?

Because of the principle of dominating good, domination by evil is temporary, but it can control for an uncomfortable period of time. The chances are that the one world we have will be a world dominated by Christ and the kings and priests (disciples) under his dominion.

Question: What do you suppose will be the ingredients of the one world religion? How long do you suppose it will take to materialize? What will happen to other religions? What can we do as disciples to help?

DK pointed out that the new religion will take the best out of the old. He says:

“To sum up: Because of the divergences of the many exoteric faiths, the multiplicity of the sects and cults in both the Orient and Occident, and the quarrels of theologians over words, phrases and interpretations, the sons of God-in process of development-are left without the needed help to contact the Christ and His great group of disciples, the spiritual leaders of humanity; the way to Christ, the living, loving Expression of God, is not made clear to the seeker. Together, the two great Sons of God present to mankind-the One in the East and the Other in the West-a complete and perfect representation of Deity; by Their lives and words They guarantee to man the possibilities always latent in the human spirit.

“Today the Christ and the Buddha wait until the hour strikes. Then Their united effort, plus the invocative appeal of all who truly know and truly love, will bring humanity the new revelation for which they wait.

“The new world religion must be based upon those truths which have stood the test of the ages. This I said elsewhere and enumerated four of those truths:

“The Fact of God Man’s Relationship to God

“The Fact of Immortality and Eternal Persistence The Continuity of Revelation and the Divine Approaches.

“These four facts are basic realities and truths which have conditioned the masses of men for aeons. Human unhappiness is founded primarily upon man’s inability to live fully in the consciousness of these four fundamental realisations. But they are steadily taking shape in human thinking, and for them the United Nations fights.

“Two more great and foundational facts are also part of the human state of awareness.

“The fact of our relationship with each other. This is as much a foundational spiritual fact as is God Himself, because it is linked with our knowledge of Him as Father.

“This relationship we call brotherhood and it expresses itself (or should I say, it will eventually express itself?) through human fellowship and right human relations. For this we work, and humanity is moving towards that relationship-and that in spite of the fact of war.

“The fact of the Path to God. Awareness of this has been preserved for us down the ages by those who knew God and whom the world called mystics, occultists and saints. Opening out before aspiring men stretches the Way. The history of the human soul is the history of the search for that Way and its discovery by the persistent.

“In every race and nation, in every climate and part of the world, and throughout the endless reaches of time itself, back into the limitless past, men have found the Path to God; they have trodden it and accepted its conditions, endured its disciplines, rested back in confidence upon its realities, received its rewards and found their goal. Arrived there, they have entered into the joy of the Lord, participated in the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, dwelt in the glory of the divine Presence, and then returned to the ways of men, to serve. The testimony to the existence of this Path is the priceless treasure of all the great religions and its witnesses are those who have transcended all forms and all theologies, and have penetrated into the world of meaning which all symbols veil.” Externalization of the Hierarchy, Pages 403-405

Secondly, he tells us of three teachings which will exist in the future religion:

“As we look ahead into the world of tomorrow and begin to question what structure the faith of humanity should assume and what building the skill of the knowers will erect to house the religious spirit of man, three more fundamental truths appear to be emerging as necessary adjuncts to the revealed body of truth:

“[1] The demonstrated existence of a Spiritual Hierarchy, the life-purpose of which is the good of humanity. The Members of the Hierarchy are seen to be the Custodians of the divine Plan and expressions of the Love of God.

“[2] The development of the Science of Invocation and Evocation as a means and method of approach to divinity. This will grow out of the ancient habits of prayer as used by the masses, and the practice of meditation as developed by the mystics and occultists. Prayer and meditation are the preliminary steps to this emerging science, and what is vaguely called “worship” is the group effort to establish some form of united approach to the spiritual Hierarchy, functioning under the guidance and control of the Christ and related to the highest spiritual centre, Shamballa, through its most advanced individuals, just as humanity is related to the Hierarchy by its spiritually minded people.

“[3] The realisation that the starry heavens, the solar system and the planetary spheres are all of them the manifestations of great spiritual Lives and that the interrelation between these embodied Lives is as real and effectual as is the relation between members of the human family.” Externalization of the Hierarchy, Pages 415-416

Finally, he talks about three festivals which will be celebrated:

“Let me indicate the possibilities of such spiritual events, and prophesy the nature of the coming world-wide Festivals. There will be three such major Festivals each year, concentrated in three consecutive months, and leading therefore to a prolonged spiritual effort which will affect the remainder of the year. These will be:

“[1] The Festival of Easter. This is the festival of the risen, living Christ, the Teacher of all men and the Head of the Spiritual Hierarchy. He is the Expression of the Love of God. On this day the Spiritual Hierarchy which He guides and directs will be recognised, and the nature of God’s love will be emphasised. This festival is determined always by the date of the first Full Moon of spring, and is the great Western and Christian festival.

“[2] The Festival of Wesak. This is the festival of the Buddha, the spiritual Intermediary between the highest spiritual centre, Shamballa, and the Hierarchy. The Buddha is the Expression of the Wisdom of God, the Embodiment of Light, and the Indicator of the divine Purpose. This will be fixed annually in relation to the Full Moon of May, as is at present the case. It is the great Eastern festival.

“[3] The Festival of Goodwill. This will be the festival of the spirit of humanity-aspiring towards God, seeking conformity with the Will of God and dedicated to the expression of right human relation. This will be fixed annually in relation to the Full Moon of June. It will be a day whereon the spiritual and divine nature of mankind will be recognised. On this festival, for two thousand years, the Christ has represented humanity and has stood before the Hierarchy and in the sight of Shamballa as the God-Man, the Leader of His people and “the Eldest in a great family of brothers” (Romans VIII:29). Each year at that time He has preached the last sermon of the Buddha before the assembled Hierarchy. This will therefore be a festival of deep invocation and appeal, of a basic aspiration towards fellowship, of human and spiritual unity, and will represent the effect in the human consciousness of the work of the Buddha and of the Christ.

“These three festivals are already being kept throughout the world, though they are not as yet related to each other, and as part of the unified spiritual Approach of humanity. The time is coming when all three festivals will be kept simultaneously throughout the world, and by their means a great spiritual unity will be achieved and the effects of the great Approach so close to us at this time will be stabilised by the united invocation of humanity throughout the planet.” See Externalization of the Hierarchy, Pages 420-421

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The Love Potion, Chapter One

This entry is part 1 of 9 in the series Love Potion


Ted Dewey

Chapter One

The Arizona sun was sinking in the west. Although the month of November was half gone, the temperature was still in the upper eighties.

Sam Bishop was sitting in a rocking chair on the back porch of his old adobe house. Several big Pecan nut trees furnished shade for this area. Tacked to one of them, was a board with lettering on it. It read: SAM’S PLACE.

There was a slight breeze blowing occasionally. The silence was broken by the sound of nuts falling on the metal roof.

Sam’s days were numbered and he knew it. He had just been released from the Yuma General Hospital. They had cut him open once more and took a look. No need for more surgery, the Cancer had spread. They had let him rest for a few days, then sent him die.

“Better get your affairs in order” The doctor told him. “You got sixty days, at the most.”

Sam had not been surprised, and he was ready;  the sooner, the better. He was crowding seventy-five and had lived a full life, a very full life. There had never been a dull moment

A soft hand fell on his shoulder, “Are you comfortable, Sam?”

He turned! and looked up into the pretty face of Laura. His housekeeper and all around helper He nodded “As good as possible, I guess. Maybe a cold drink of water, would help.”

The young woman patted him on the back, then disappeared into the house.

It had been a lucky day for him when she had answered that ad he had put in the newspaper. He couldn’t have made it this far without her.

His beloved wife, Hena had suddenly been taken away from him. She had been coming home from the wedding chapel, where she had just delivered a wreath of roses At the corner of eighth and B avenue, a truck had struck her broadside Killing her instantly

This was a little over two years ago. Laura had been with him since that time.

The back door opened and she came out with a tray in her hands. On it was a pitcher of water and ice cubes. She set them on the small table by Sam’s chair.

She poured the glasses full and handed one to Sam. A folding chair was leaning against the house. She opened it up and sat down beside him.

She took a sip from the tall glass and glanced at the watch on her wrist, “Almost three.” she said. “I hope they get here soon.”

“Maybe they won’t come.”

“They will. I talked to both of them on the phone. They said they would leave El Monte yesterday morning, and should arrive here sometime this afternoon. I looked at a California road map. El Monte is this side of L.A.”

“I know.”

“I’ll bet you will be glad to see them.”

Sam bowed his head. “I don’t know just what to expect. It’s been twenty long years. They were just twelve the last time I saw them.” Sam took a. drink from the tall glass, then set it back on the tray. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.

“They will- be thirty-two, the fourth of next month. Twin boys; we named them, Bill and Joe. There would be no nick names for this pair, we decided.”

“I’ll bet they are handsome boys. They sounded really friendly on the phone.”

“How in the world, did you ever locate them?”

“It wasn’t easy, but I knew I must find them. After all, they are your flesh and blood, and your only living relatives.”

Sam nodded. “And now that I know they are coming, I can hardly wait. You are a very understanding woman, Laura. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart. And when I pass on, this place is all yours. You deserve it. My lawyer has taken care of that already.”

“But Sam, your boys might expect…”

Sam shook his head. “I was quite a wealthy man when their mother and I were divorced. I gave her and the kids almost everything. I just kept what little cash I had in the bank. The boys should be quite well off.”

“But won’t they think they deserve more?”

A slow grin, come to Sam’s wrinkled face. “Like I said. I have deeded all the property to you including the furniture, the pickup, and now your signature is on our joint bank account. Yes, everything will be yours. All but a few things I would like the two boys to have.”

“Like What?”

Sam’s grin widened. “Just a, few things that I have acquired in my travels. They won’t be disappointed. Anyhow, my will is all made out and recorded at the courthouse.

You can make yourself a good living here, Laura. And God knows you know how to do everything. You have did it all, these last few months.”

Tears came to the young woman’s eyes. “Thanks, Sam. You have been so good to me and I will miss you so much.” she bowed her head.

A motor car pulled into the driveway and stopped. Two men got out and started walking toward the house.

Laura sot to her feet and headed for the door. She turned and smiled through the tears. “I will be inside. Holler, if you need me.” The door closed slowly behind her.

For a moment, Sam Bishop set staring at the two men coming up the path. As they drew closer, there was no doubt as to their identity – Bill and Joe, his sons! The one on the left, was Bill. There was a small dark mole, just over the left eyebrow.

They were handsome pair, and except for this one thing, they were as much alike as two peas in a pod. They were both tall, with slim narrow waists. Their hair was black and cut quite’ short. Their faces clean shaven. Both were smiling, showing white even teeth. They stepped upon the porch and looked down at the old man in the chair. The one on the left, spoke, “Dad?”

Slowly Sam nodded his head. “Yes, Bill.”

The two men exchanged glances The one he had called Bill, stepped forward and thrust out his right hand. “You can still tell us apart!”

Sam took the extended hand. “Yes, son, and welcome home, both of you.” He staggered to his feet and put an arm around each of their shoulders. His eyes were bright with tears. “God bless both of you.”

For a moment the three of them stood there. It would have been a joyous occasion, had it not been for the fathers: illness.

The two men lowered Sam back into the chair. “Take it easy.” Joe told him. “Save your strength.”

Sam wiped his eyes-with the back of his hand. “Grab a couple of those chairs and sit down. God, it is good to see you again!”

“It’s our fault as much as yours, Dad,” Bill told him. “We could have found you if we had tried.”

Joe nodded. “I guess we were a little bit bitter. We didn’t stop to think, that we had never heard your side of the story.”

A faint smile, appeared on Sam’s face. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Especially back when you were twelve years old.”

Bill nodded. “Unbelievable things do happen. And it hasn’t exactly been a bed of roses, for the two of us.”

“You got to get kicked in the teeth, a few times,” Joe added, “before you get brains enough to understand. Very often, things are not what they appear to be.”

Bill nodded. “Strange things happen sometimes. But not usually that strange!”

Sam’s cheeks were flushed. “I didn’t get a chance to explain to you boys. I don’t think it would have done any good, anyhow.”

Joe nodded. “You were quite a hero, to us, Dad. A big shot mining engineer, traveling all over the world making lots of money.”

Bill nodded. “We will never forget that Christmas, twenty years ago. You were working on a project somewhere in Central America. You wrote and said you would be home for Christmas. We were very excited, and wondered what you would bring us.” He hesitated for a moment, then a faint smile came to his face. “To say that we were not prepared for what you did bring home, would be an understatement. Would you like to talk about that?”

“We are older and much wiser now. Maybe we would understand,” Joe added. At least we will listen.”

Sam sighed. “It’s a long story, and I doubt if it will, still, make any sense to you. You will have to keep a very open mind.” He looked from one face to the other. “But I would bet,” he said, “that if either one of you had been in my place, you would of done the same thing.”

“Maybe.” Bill’s voice was low.

“We are listening.” Joe added.

Sam looked from one face to the other. “Before I go into this matter anymore, there is a few questions I would like to ask the two of you. To begin with, are you married?”

The two men exchanged glances. Both shook their heads. Joe answered. “We were both married about ten years ago. Married sisters They weren’t twins, but they were both alike. Our divorce was final this summer.”

“Any children?” Sam asked.

Both men shook their heads.

“And how about your mother?”

Both men bowed their heads. Bill answered. “She passed away about five years ago. Died of a heart attack.”

“Sorry. Then I guess you boys inherited everything. You should be setting pretty. I suppose those two women you married, walked away empty handed.”

From the looks on the faces of his two sons, he knew he had struck a vital spot. “Women aren’t always the most loving creatures in the world.” he added. “How much did they take you for?”

“Plenty!” Bill muttered. “They didn’t give up easy.”

“Too bad. And just what have you boys been doing all this time? What kind of work do you do?”

Joe answered. “About the time we got married, we went into the automobile business. We had several agencies and a half dozen used car lots over in the Los Angeles area.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, you did, have?”

Bill turned to Joe. “I think we had better tell him.”

Joe nodded. “We might just as well.” he turned to the man in the chair. “We are just about busted, Pop. I guess we weren’t very smart. We got caught with hundreds of big gas’ guzzling cars. No one wants them anymore. We took one hell of a beating. We had so sell everything at auction, to pay our bills. We got one used car lot left, it’s; in El Monte.

“And there went the Bishop fortune,” Bill added.

Slowly a smile spread over the old man’s face. Somehow or other, this sounded like good news to him. Maybe now, these two handsome boys of his, would understand. He would tell them exactly what happened twenty years ago. Then if they believed him, he would start them on a venture that could lead them’ to fame and fortune!

He glanced at his watch. “Four o’clock.” he muttered. “Time for my medicine and my nap. We will go inside and you will meet Laura. She is my housekeeper and a very dear friend. She will feed you and keep you entertained. I must call it a day.”

The old man staggered to his feet. He hung on to the chair with one hand, and pointed with the other. “Out yonder is the green house. In it we grow many things. In the morning when I am stronger, I will show you around and tell you the story that you have been waiting twenty years to hear!”