Transposition

Diary entry, Elaina Simmons, 26 September, 1978

Last night I brought Sarah into du Chein’s awareness. There is a sweetness about her but there is something else I can’t put my finger on. The power follows her just like it does for Henry and she changes her mood with the flip of a switch. Without realizing it she has cast a spell on Noir and he wiggles about her like a puppy dog. She talks like the heroine in a romance novel one minute and then suddenly can be very calculating and purposeful. While I’ve no experience with the female side of a Warlock, she is like nothing I’ve ever seen or imagined. I can only wonder at how she will influence Henry in the future. Getting her to move from imagination up into his awareness was no problem at all. Right now she still needs a guide, but it won’t take much training before she can do it herself.

Tomorrow I’ll begin filling Henry in on what’s to be expected in Nassau. Somehow I have to find a way to make him socially acceptable. Then, we will see how quickly he learns Transposition. We can practice on each other. Tonight, if everything goes well, we might take the next step; That is, make the swap and let Noir and Sarah try their first solo.

I wish Mother were here to help me work through all this. I wonder what she’s going to think about du Chein. I miss Lucy so much. I can’t wait to get home. I hope they both like Henry.

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The following morning we met again in the dining room for brunch. I was excited to see Elaina and she was in a good mood.

“So, how is our training regime moving along?” I asked.

“Au jour d’hui, we have a lot to accomplish,” she answered.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“Today you’ll learn how to Transpose.”

“Sounds interesting. What does it mean?”

“We’re going to swap bodies. You will get to spend some time in mine and I will get to know what it feels like to weigh two hundred pounds.”

“That was pretty far out last night with Sarah and Noir. Does she sound a little strange to you?”

“For someone who has never experienced a body and the sensations of awareness, I found her to be pretty well integrated.”

“Yeah, but that poetry stuff.”

“Sarah has been alone all her life. For her it’s been a different world. Imagination is her only frame of reference. So what if she’s a bit of a romantic? What do you expect?”

“Nothing really, I was just surprised. That’s all.”

“Noir is eat up with the love bug. He’s banging his head into the wall.”

“He gives me a chill. My body temperature must drop ten degrees when he comes around.”

“He takes some getting used to, but Sarah didn’t seem to mind.”

“I know! That lame poetry really set her off.“

“It was a beautiful poem. I never realized Noir was so talented.”

“She came all over herself. It was a really cool experience.”

“It was a tender moment.”

I quit talking and concentrated on my croissants and butter. They were hot and had this roll of chocolate inside. They were absolutely delicious and I got up for more and refilled my coffee cup. Elaina finished up and wiped her mouth with the napkin.

“When you meet my family, I want you to say as little as possible.”

“Now there’s a vote of confidence,” I replied. “I’m sure they’ll be really impressed by that.”

“They’ll be really impressed by what they see. Don’t spoil it by running off at the mouth.”

“So you want me to loaf around like a mute?”

“You don't realize what an effect you are going to have. The power follows you like the tail of a comet. You will resonate through the coven like a freight train. All you really have to do is smile, nod at appropriate times and show an interest in those around you.”

“I think I can manage that.”

“Let everyone else do most of the talking, trust me, just paying attention to them will do more than anything you say. If you need to rely, think it through and make it brief.”

“Yes, My Fragrance.”

“And don’t call me that du Chein. Don’t ever call me that again.”

“Why not?”

“Because its an endearment that Noir uses. There is enough jealously already in the air. If it weren’t for Sarah, you might be swimming back to Charleston.”

“If it weren’t for you, one of us would be swimming for sure. You can tell him that, the next time you throw him his bone.”

“Stop it! This is no joking matter. Please Henry, please!”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to be the problem, but I damn well might become part of the solution.”

She stood up.

“Let’s spend the morning at the pool. I’ll come with you while you get your suit and we can enjoy the water before the crowds start showing up.”

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We joined hands and went down to my cabin. Elaina undressed and put on her bikini bottoms while I opened my duffle bag and fished around for my trunks. Finding my swimsuit, I pulled it on and looked over at her. She stood facing me with her hands akimbo and her top hanging from one hand. Smiling she preened and gave me a not so subtle wink. I collapsed to my knees and crawled over to her. Raisin up I put my hands on her hips, smothering my face into her lap. " Hmmmm," I said my eyes searching for the flower that began to blossom beneath her tab.

"Hmmmmm," she responded, pulling the chords down from her waist and buttocks. As my lips found her labium, they brushed aside the petals and seized upon the bulb. She raised up on her tiptoes squirming about. Teasing, I nibbled and began inciting the lubricious flow of her excitement. She pressed hard smearing my mouth and filling my nostrils with the musk of her womanhood. My tongue, like a snake, darted in and out as she danced eagerly on my chin. At length she could bear the torment no longer. Grabbing the back of my head she pulled hard into my face and gyrated wantonly. An orgasm swept over her as she secreted a flux of musky excitement.

“Sake!, Sakes!, she screamed as her body trembled in my arms. Oh my goodness gracious!”

When the tremors subsided, she fell to her knees. I wiped my face wih my undershirt and we embraced kissing passionately. Then she surrendered her breasts and I emptied them, each one in turn, slaking a thirst that was becoming more and more addictive.

When I finished, her mounds were spent and hung forlorn and wilted. Between my legs desire stirred, searching for opportunity. My breath came shallow as I looked imploringly into Elaina’s eyes.

“Please Henry,” she pleaded. “I'm worn out. You're going to have to save it for later.”

I groaned in frustration, trying to play off my dissappointment, without appearing too stung by her rejection.

“Take a cold shower. I promise I’ll make it all up to you.”

Muttering to myself, I threw aside the curtain, stepped into the stall and turned on the spigot. Cold water sprayed out unexpectedly. My heart clutched in surprise, and the shock sucked the air from my lungs. After awhile, my body began returning to normal and I lathered up and washed away the suds. Stepping out I toweled down and put on my swimming suit. Elaina was sitting on the bed looking gorgeous in her bikini. She had a romance novel in one hand and and a language primer in the other. She was looking at the covers. The bottom of my duffel bag was crammed full of both types and they'd spilled out onto the floor.

“Do you read these? She asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I read a lot. I'm a book store junkie.”

"Romance novels and books on foreign languages?"

"I love languages and novels."

"Are you fluent?"

"I can get by in about nine."

"Est-ce que vous parlez francais?"

"un petit peu."

"Amazing, How many of these novels do you read?"

"Three or four a week."

"And how long has this been going on?"

“Since grade school.”

“Hmmmmm,” she said pensively, with an insight that escaped me.

Joining hands we went up to the pool and took a swim. Afterwards we found an umbrella and some lounge chairs and lay relaxing in the sun. We took turns rubbing lotion on one another. When it was my turn I relaxed and I could feel Elaina’s fingers reaching out as only a telepath can, touching exactly those points crying out for attention. As she massaged, Elaina began giving instructions.”

“First I want you to relax. What is the most relaxing thing you can think about?”

“Sitting behind a wall in the Springtime with the sun beating down upon me.”

“Great! Now I want you to imagine that you’re sitting in the corner of that garden wall. It’s early Spring and there’s no wind. The sun shines brightly and you’re laying behind it, soaking up the rays.”

I pictured what she wanted, in my imagination.

“You can do better than that, Henry,” she scolded as she perched inside my head looking at my imaginings.

“Think hard now! I want to see some details. I want to see the etching of the stones in the wall. I want to know their texture. I want to feel the sun radiating through your shirt and warming your skin. I want to count every blade of grass around you.”

I redoubled my efforts focusing hard on the details.

“There, that’s better. Much better. Now I want you to pretend you’re in a row boat on a placid lake. There’s just the slightest ripple of a swell that raises and lowers the boat as you drift along. You count the ribs inside and then the boards. Every plank has lines of grain each similar, but distinct from one another. Concentrate now Henry.”

I did as she asked trying hard to conjure up all the details.

“Good Henry! Very good!” she said encouragingly. “Now, I want you to picture yourself laying in a barn filled with sweet smelling hay. Smell the bales? The straw is scattered about the floor a couple of inches deep and it has a soft and luxurious texture. Can you feel it? Can you smell it? The cows are mooing below in their stalls. There’s the scent of manure, not strong but distinct. Can you see the hay, can you smell the manure, can you hear the cows? Can you feel the texture of your surroundings?”

I struggled to visualize each aspect of the scene she described, while she looked on, examining my handiwork.

“Better,” she said, Much better! Being able to visualize through imagination is an important part of opening your mind to the true potential of your telepathy. Your brain doesn’t know the difference between inputs from your awareness and those from your imagination. An input is an input as far as your bio-processor is concerned.“

“What’s the purpose of all this?”

“The purpose is to step back and instead of using your awareness to paint a picture of reality you’re using your imagination instead.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because there’s another reality out there and I’m going to show you how to step into it.
Now practice those visualizations until they are vivid and distinct, as if you were actually experiencing them.”

For the next two hours I practiced as she said. Except for an occasional word of encouragement, Elaina remained silent. Finally she spoke up.

“Good enough. Now I want you to relax but don’t go to sleep. I want you to learn some relaxation drills. First I want you to imagine you’re one of those flexible young gymnastic girls running along, vaulting and doing handstands and back flips. Picture that in your mind.”

I pictured myself running towards a vault and springing into the air and doing a twist, one and a half.

“Good now pretend you’re laying on a massage table and the masseuse is giving you a rubdown.”

I imagined a woman with big boobs and strong fingers, giving me a a rub down. As we neared the end of her routein, she reached down beneath the towel and took my …..

“Good enough,” interrupted Elaina.

“Now I want you to pretend you’re a ballerina, floating across the stage of a theater, suspended by fine wires that give your limbs a loosey goosey grace. Now practice those for a few minutes and lets see how you do.”

I did as she said, but it was hard. The more I did them the more I wanted to nod off.

“Wake up Henry!” She snapped. “OK now I want you to go through the three relaxation exercises and then I want you to envision the following. Pretend you see two huge statues. One is of you and one is of me. Connecting our foreheads is a rope bridge between our two minds. I want you to visualize yourself stepping out of one of your eyeballs, walking across the bridge and when you get to the other side stepping in through one of mine. Now watch your step and take your time because the bridge is swaying and it’s a long drop into the gorge below. Concentrate now Henry…make this your best performance yet.”

I concentrated as she asked, going through the relaxation exercises and then, taking a breath, undertook the statue drill. Stepping out from my eyeball I walked carefully across the bridge and stepped through the tear duct of her right eye. I blinked and suddenly there came a slight tremor and I felt a dramatic change in sensations. I looked up and saw myself sitting across from me. My eyes were smiling the way Elaina's do.

“Way to go Henry. You did it! Take my hand now and we’ll go for a little walk.”

Getting to my feet I stumbled, but recovered quickly. I felt a quickness in my body I had not known since grade school. Looking down I saw clevage and a lithe bikini clad body. Across from me I saw myself stand up and reach out. Taking the hand we set off together across the deck, walking gingerly using each other to keep our balance. We got strange looks from the other passangers, who must have thought we were off to an early start. By the time we got to the fantail I was beginning to get the hang of things and chuckled at Elaina who was lumbering along like Hulk Hogan.

“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done,” I told her.

“Just wait ’til tonight,” she answered. “ Now hold onto the rail, do the relaxation thing and then repeat the process backwards. We've done enough and its time we got back to who we are.”

I followed her instructions and found myself once more back inside my body.

“I’m tired,” she told me. “I’m going to take a nap for a couple of hours. Why don’t you come by around seven and take me to dinner?”

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Right on time I was pounding on Elaina’s door. She opened it and invited me inside. Flopping down on the couch I watched her fix us our usual coke and Dew.

"Henry," she spoke up, "What do you know about your mother?"

"Which one, I had at least a dozen or more?"

"No, I mean your biological one?"

"I don’t remember her. I was pretty little when I got dropped off."

"Do you ever wonder about who she was?"

"I used to think about her a lot. When I was little I dreamed that one day she would turn up again and she’d explain what happened and how sorry she was. Well that day never happened and as I got older I quit worrying about it."

"I think we need to find out what really happened. How about you?"

"I’m not sure I really care any more. Why? What did you have in mind?"

"If you were in a State foster care system there have to be some records."

"Somehow I doubt she filled out an admission form."

"The paper trail started somewhere. We find the source and somebody is bound to know something. Plus we know something for sure."

"What’s that?"

"She was a Witch."

"What makes you so sure?"

"You’re a thorough bred; of that I'm absolutely certain."

"If I’m so special, how come I got dumped?"

"That’s exactly what we need to find out."

"Care to hazard a guess?"

"Could be she was running to save your life. Could be she got rid of you and started laying a false trail. Could be that something bad caught up with her."

"You think so?"

"I'm just guessing. But there's always that possibility that instead of blaming her you should be thanking her for saving your life."

I stroked my jaw pensively.

I think we've done enough for today. Lets go get something to eat and turn in early. For tomorrow I have an exciting agenda.