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I’d also stop off at the drugstore for some Tums, just in case.
    There was one surefire way to settle this once and for all.
    It was time to do that womb-tomb mediation thing Ram had told me about.

Chapter 11
    POPPING TUMS LIKE CANDY , I drove down Newport Boulevard, traffic parting before me faster than the Red Sea for Moses. My dad referred to me in my H2 as a weapon of mass destruction.
    Ram said to try the exercise outside. For obvious reasons I didn’t think the Barnes & Noble parking lot would suffice, I knew a far more suitable place.
    I turned onto Iris Avenue, heading toward a small, secluded section of Corona del Mar beach. It was practically deserted, and I parked on the shoulder of the road. On the weekend both sides of the street would be lined with cars.
    Slipping out of my Tommy Bahama sandals, I scooped them up in one hand and stepped onto the sand. I walked toward the water’s edge, and looked around surreptitiously, but this area of the beach was empty—no body surfers, no bobbing bosoms in bikinis, no bloated bodies burning brightly.
    Ram said to close my eyes and visualize the energyflowing up from my womb and down from my third eye. Too bad I had no idea where either spot was. Was my third eye between my eyebrows or slightly above?
    According to my birthmark it was slightly above, like a pyramid. Now where the hell was my womb? Would the stomach region suffice? Maybe I’d focus on my uterus? Thanks to Aunt Gayatri, I knew exactly where that was.
    I closed my eyes and began to chant “Om.” I was playing by ear, and Om seemed as good a word as any. Personally, I doubted I’d experience anything other than a few relaxing yogic breaths.
    â€œOmmm.” I stretched the syllable out as far as I could. Other than the call of seagulls in the distance, the beach was relatively silent. The Pacific Ocean truly lived up to her name. Waves eased onto the shore with barely a whisper.
    I took another deep breath and imagined energy as a golden hand, traveling up from the nether reaches of my body, and down from my forehead, connecting as two fingertips in my chest.
    Okay, so I stole the idea from Michelangelo.
    I did this a few times, staring hard at the insides of my eyelids, and saw nothing except for the usual swirls of geometric colors. Moments passed.
    Zilch.
    I opened my eyes and exhaled. It hadn’t worked. Had I expected it to? But it wasn’t like I had any pressing matters to attend to, so I tried again.
    Nada.
    My eyes flew open and I kicked at the sand. This was ridiculous!
    I wasn’t one of those people who crossed over with John Edward or happily panted with the Pet Psychic. I didn’t scamper through the woods looking for fairies or roam the desert trying to contact E.T. I believed in the tangible, like credit cards. But here I was, trying to summon up cosmic energy from my fallopian tubes.
    I suppose I could have continued being disgusted with myself, but that wasn’t any fun. Instead, I channeled my anger against Ram. What right did he have to disrupt my life this way? I was going to drop-kick him on the side of the head. I was going to run over his bony ass in my megaton SUV.
    Righteously pissed, I threw out my arms and shouted, “Om!”
    And something happened…
    A pool of warmth began building in my stomach. Like soft liquid lava it traveled up, spread through my chest, rushed along my arms, and seeped down into my legs. The point between my eyes began tingling. With a shaking hand I pressed the tip of my finger there. It burned.
    A shadow fell across my face, and my eyes drifted upward. The blue sky was spreading with black.
    Oh-my-God!

Chapter 12
    A FIERCE WIND , warm and carrying the scent of a faraway land, sprang up and lashed out at the smooth surface of the ocean, kicking the water into massive, churning waves. My long hair swirled around me like a shawl of black silk.
    Lightning strikes laced through the darkness, and the