The Human Touch.

Days and nights later. They followed the timeline. Everything scheduled. Aligned with the master plan. They saw birds looking at them. No comment. Only gazing. With eyes of wonder. Strange species. Approaching the earth. The clouds softly touched their skin. Feather light. All kinds of shapes. Stretching. Changing patterns and lines. The air was humid. A scent of forest. He felt that this was the place. She could read his mind. The arrival was expected. It was a matter of taking the next step. They got closer. Holding each other with all they got.

No houses. Only nature. The universe gave them a wild card. They could create the scene with their powerful mind first. Right from scratch. Except for the natural environment. Their energy was stable. After a long journey through time and space. Hungry. For more. Water was running. Somewhere. Sounds of animals. They collected the sounds. Could be practical for later. They walked on the earth now. Slowly. In slow motion. Had to adapt to this way of moving. She smiled. He was handsome. Down to earth. He secretly admired her. Too soon to whisper it in her sexy ears.

Their mission started here. Exactly in this place. Some lost souls walked behind them. Invisible terror. He prayed. To restore their peace. The next moment they were gone. Became part of a whole again. A little soul captured their attention. A child with a white feather. Looking at the sky. With dreamy eyes. Recognizing the tribe of long ago. Horses running through the clouds. Playing. With gentle gestures. Sensitive stories to unfold. Voices in the air. Talking about things that once mattered. Not anymore. They stopped expressing their thoughts. The whole scene was cleared and cleaned.

She asked him what they would do next. She saw in him the leader. He liked the fact that she saw in him that strong shoulder. He accepted that. He was proud. She was strong too. Soul equal. In her own way. They sat down. Ordered a meal. From above. The distance between the thought and the manifestation of it became a game. This time it came fast. With everything included. Romantic diner set. Candlelight. Top food. A delight for the senses. She loved his ideas. It made her feel like a queen. He loved her, and she deserved it. Only the best.

After diner they ordered a movie theatre. To watch some future scenes. Matter of training their visionary skills. Brain exercises. The seats were fantastic. Bodies relaxed. Side by side they went through all materials. He made notes. She observed the finest details. Superb memory. It would serve them well, later on. A mystery announced itself. Out of the blue. They were surprised. Not expected. At all. They would figure it all out. When the time was right. They began to see the light. The master plan revealed the clues. He touched her hand. Goose bumps. The human touch. Not to underestimate.

The color of her skin had changed. All of a sudden. He noticed it. Part of the plan. She was using another source of energy now. He felt the difference. A new thought. A new manifestation. No holding back. The book of special creations was shown. They needed a particular formula for a given outcome. The child with dreamy eyes walked towards them. With hands wide open. No feathers this time. He took the book. No resistance. One particular page. In strong demand. Page 888. There it was. The special formula. The little child touched the texture of the page with his hand. The next moment everything had changed.

By Liesbeth Leysen

Professional Writer