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interfacing with the computer, putting her entire concentration on the sephirot or circle at the top of the tree until it morphed into a Tibetan mandala-like geometric shape that she had been told to think of as ‘the flower with the thousand petals’. The flower began to spin, faster and faster until all the different colors raced into each other. Thousands of details per second, but her photographic memory missed nothing. She kept her eyes on the spinning object until she felt absorbed by the vortex.
    By monitoring her EEG Teddy knew with near-mathematical precision when to depress the button that sent an electric shock coursing from the trip seat into her body. The shock had the effect of propelling her awareness at tremendous speed through the vortex. She heard the sound of ripping Velcro and a whoosh, and she was through the flower membrane. The transition did not feel like a mental impression to her, but an actual physical sensation. Once past the membrane she was able to go anywhere. At incredible speed she flew over land mass and sea toward her vector intention.
    In seconds, she was in the freezing, bleak landscape of the South Pole. To get her bearings she let herself float for a moment in the deep blackness. The moon was very bright and there were lots of stars in the sky. She had been looking at them every day for a year and a half with no result, but that day a blinding white light, like a falling star, suddenly lit the night sky. It was traveling at fantastic speed. It was not in her sight by accident and it was intelligent. Without any fear she began chasing it. Incredibly, it appeared to slow down to let her catch up with it.
    She entered the white light and found herself in a bright, white room with no walls and no visible source of light. There was a strange, low hum, like that a machine or computer might make. When she looked down she saw that the floor was littered with objects, which at first she thought were Faberg é eggs. Jeweled, intricate, complex, and incomprehensibly marvelous… Then she realized they were, in fact, alive and waiting to hatch. But they could not do so without the help of human endeavor. They needed to be ‘sung’ into existence. She reached down and touched one of them, and heard a whisper in her head. ‘When the time comes you must give her to him.’
    ‘Give who to him? And who is he?’ she asked, but before the egg could answer, she heard the sound of men’s voices shouting urgently, ‘Wake her up. Quickly, or it will be too late.’ Then she was violently flung out of the white room, back into her trip seat and gasping for breath.
     

“Who’ll dig his grave?”
“I,” said the Owl,
“With my pick and shovel,
I’ll dig his grave.”
     - ‘Who killed Cock Robin?’,
Tommy Thumb’s Pretty Song Book (1744)
    Teddy was looking down anxiously at her. ‘What the hell happened?’
    ‘You stopped breathing,’ accused the panic-stricken bio med. He was holding a syringe of emptied adrenalin.
    Her body felt leaden and her head throbbed. Shekina turned her eyes away from their enquiring faces.
    ‘It’s here,’ she said.
    ‘What’s here?’
    ‘The being you are looking for.’
    ‘Did you make contact?’
    ‘It knows I am looking for it, but it will not let me look at it.’
    ‘How do you know it’s not a Gray or just another alien life form?’
    She closed her eyes. ‘It is stronger, bigger, and far more powerful than anything I have encountered before.’
    ‘Which star system is the entity from?’
    ’I don’t know.’
    ‘What happened in minute twelve? I lost you.’
    ‘I was inside some construct it had created for me.’
    ‘A construct?’
    ‘A white room with eggs in it.’
    ‘Eggs? What kind of eggs?’
    ‘They are waiting to hatch. But the environment is not right.’
    ‘Hatch into what?’
    ‘I don’t know.’ Even a shrug was too much for her. She turned the corners of her mouth downward. ‘Sorry.’
    ‘That’s it? Can you try to