The start of Part 6
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Izak
“So, Niki, what do you think? Are you up for another meeting?” We were on our way for, what else, an after-dinner night at our favorite pub on Blues Night. “I hear Susan asked to be the main speaker at this one. And after the meeting, there will be a barbecue at Jake’s house, sort of a throwback to the days when the meetings happened there.”
“Well, you know me, Izak. I love the view from Jake’s house. And I’m always up for a barbecue following an afternoon of listening to topics I hardly can understand, being explained to me by a sixteen-year-old girl who totally freaked me out the day we met…”
“Niki, Susan didn’t mean to freak you out… It’s just the way she is. You’ll get used to her.”
“Aww… Izak. That makes me feel so much better.”
“So, Susan is growing on you then?”
“I didn’t say that—I’m still working on getting used to her. It helps do that when I see you with her, how close you two are… It’s hard to believe you aren’t her biological grandfather. Izak… honestly, all this spiritual stuff wasn’t part of how I saw us together. And it all started with Susan seeing us walking a dog in that dream… And that the dog in her dream had dimples… not to mention that she recognized me. It’s just a lot to adjust to. She seems so normal otherwise.”
“Niki, some of the people at the teaching center would suggest that this sort of experience is normal, and that others have only forgotten that they are connected to the universe the way Susan knows she is. They haven’t necessarily grown up with the experiences the way she has, but it isn’t just normal for them; it is a state they actively attempt to achieve and maintain.”
“I understand that, Izak. I should have realized, reading that book you wrote, that it would end up being just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. On the bright side, you are turning into a pretty fair dance partner, so there’s that…”
I turned into the pub’s parking lot. “Only fair? I guess I will take that. How about this? I will try to improve as a dance partner if you stay open to our spiritual nature…”
“And we can get started on that right now.”
“The spiritual stuff, or dancing?” I asked, killing the engine.
“Izak, dancing can be a spiritual expression. You’ve probably heard about the dervishes of Sufism? They use continuous, rhythmic spinning to achieve spiritual bliss.”
“Ah… wait—whirling dervishes. I have heard of that. That was real?”
“Of course it’s real. I saw a dervish group dance when I was in college. As a dancer myself, I was absolutely amazed by what they were doing. And now, grasshopper, I have a lesson for you. Remember the night of our dance—that spin we did? I’m sure you remember how the room vanished for us, and that we could only see each other’s faces… Had we continued that and managed to stay standing, who knows what might have happened?”
“So, that spin is related to the spinning of a dervish—but different based on intent.”
“Izak, I believe that is true. I definitely had other things in mind during that dance than anything spiritual. But that spin definitely helped to realize my connection to you…”
