FROM MAWUVIA TO EARTH
By Whitney Sutherland
(Revised by Maya Ohm Mahatma)

CHAPTER III

A FRIEND, INDEED

"Are you telling me that you believe Mawuvia really existed?"

Lorrie's face flushed under the hot studio lights.  She and Sean had grown accustomed to questions such as this one, but she always chose to think about it before answering.

She glanced over at Suzanne Levi, the renowned psychic, and smiled.  Suzanne returned her smile with a wink.  They had spoken briefly in the Green Room before the show and enjoyed an immediate rapport, and now Suzanne was silently giving Sean and Lorrie all of the support she could.

Don Benedict, the host of "Reality or Illusion," was tapping his pencil against the clipboard which he held tightly on his lap.  He was very smooth, with perfectly styled and lacquered dark brown hair.  He was a tall man, with commanding features and he sported a smug look on his face, obviously pleased by his misconception that he had put Lorrie in a difficult position.

"I bet this jerk never sweats," thought Lorrie.   "I have no idea why any producer in his right mind would want to hire such a close-minded, self-righteous, egotistical skeptic for this show."  But, Don Benedict WAS a star and drew a lot of viewers.  And, after all, that was the purpose of having a TV show. . . to draw viewers.

Lorrie reached over and picked up a glass of water, crossed her legs and smiled at Benedict.  He began to fidget.  He didn't like long interludes of silence when he was "cross-examining" his guests.  Lorrie slowly sipped from the glass, then set it back down.

"I think most of your viewers know how I feel, Don," she responded.  "What about you?  What do you think of all of this?   Could Mawuvia have existed?"

Benedict laughed.

"No way! There is NO life beyond earth."

Lorrie smiled.  Even if he did believe that Mawuvia might have existed, he would never admit it to his viewers.

"I'm not surprised with your response," she said.   "And that's okay.  You see, it doesn't matter at all whether or not you believe that a planet such as Mawuvia could have existed.  It doesn't matter if you are not able to accept the possibility that there were beings far superior to us here on earth.  And, it doesn't matter that you are having a difficult time embracing the thought that WE are 'aspects' of those same beings who existed on Mawuvia."

Lorrie took another sip of water and noticed that Suzanne was doing everything she could to keep from laughing out loud.  Don was getting a dose of his own medicine, and he was probably too close minded to even realize it.

"What Sean and I are trying to impress on our readers and your viewers," Lorrie continued, " is the importance of embracing the belief system of Mawuvia . . . to learn to work together in peaceful harmony and in loving service to all.

"Here on Earth, so many of us spend too much of our time in the pursuit of material gains, possessions and power. We forget that once we leave this existence all that we have accumulated on the physical level is no longer of any value for it is not needed in the higher dimensions."

Don laughed.

"Watch out, there.  You're starting to sound like a 'born again' Christian," he commented in his well-known sarcastic manner.

"Come on, Don," interrupted Sean.  His deep voice bellowed over the laughter of the audience.  He had been patiently watching Benedict as he continuously tried to get Lorrie to lose her cool and say something stupid.

"It's a story.  Obviously, it's a good one, or it wouldn't have be made into an award-winning movie.  If you believe it, fine.  If you don't, that's fine too.  The story was written in an attempt to get people to think about their lives and where they're going.  It was written with the hope that more and more people would realize how wonderful it could be to live in a peaceful world, free from the fear of what they would have to do to survive a nuclear holocaust.   Wouldn't you rather devote your energies toward helping others and perfecting your inner-self than fighting with your fellow human beings?"

"Well, of course that would be nice," replied Benedict.  "But it IS a bit unrealistic, Sean . . . Don't you think?"

Sean smiled.

"Actually, no.  I don't think so at all.  At least it wouldn't hurt to try."

Benedict let out a sigh, took a deep breath, let it out and glanced down at his notes.  Then he turned back to Lorrie.

"Lorrie, you've come up with some pretty interesting descriptions of the beings who existed on Mawuvia and of the planet and its structures.   I must admit, you've got a wonderful imagination to come up with such vivid descriptions."

Lorrie rolled her eyes and tilted her head.

"I don't think you'd be comfortable if I really answered that question."

Benedict laughed, a little nervously.

"Let me rephrase that question for you.  It says here in my notes that your descriptions were obtained though Ouija Board sessions and Trance Channeling  spirits of those who existed on Mawuvia.  How can you know for sure that responses off of a game board and through Trance Channeling are for real?"

Suzanne Levi raised her right hand and point her finger at Benedict.

"The Ouija Board is not a game, Don.  Especially when it is used by psychics and initiatives.  And, with regards to the Trance Channeling, I'm sure you are aware that Lorrie and Sean have tapes of all of their sessions."

Benedict glared at Suzanne Levi, then turned back to Sean and Lorrie to see that they were both grinning from ear to ear.  He wasn't getting anywhere with this questioning, and he really didn't want to get into the Channeling aspect.

"I tell you what," he said.  "Let's go back to the statement that Lorrie made about how we shouldn't chase after material gains. Since you not only wrote the book, but also the musical score for the movie, you obviously are enjoying a wealthier life than the one you led before your book was published.  What do you have to say about that, Lorrie?"

Lorrie laughed.

"I did not say we shouldn't chase after material gains, Don," she responded. "There's noting wrong with money or prestige.  The questions should be directed to how these material gains affect our lives and our spirituality.  Do we lose our sense of integrity?  Are we more apt to alter our belief systems to maintain that certain level of lifestyle that comes with increased financial gain?  Some can handle wealth and fame . . . others cannot."

Suzanne Levi brushed he long black hair away from her face and sat up straight in her chair and gazed directly into Benedicts eyes.

"I know what you're thinking, now," she said.   "Why don't you let me answer your question instead of Lorrie?"

Benedict stared open-mouthed at the psychic, and then roared with laughter.

"Well, maybe it would be better," he said, "for the sake of our audience . . . of course . . . if I posed the question out loud first.   Then you can answer it for Lorrie if that is what you want to do.  Is that okay with you, Suzanne?"

Suzanne smiled, devilishly.

"Certainly, Don.  If you would like to ask Lorrie how the monetary success of her book has affect her spiritual growth, be my guest.  I'll wait.  Then I'll answer for her."

The audience roared and applauded its approval of the psychic's sense of humor and Benedict bobbed his head up and down.  Once, again, he had been had!

"Well, now that you have managed to vocalize my question, you may as well go ahead and answer it for Lorrie," he said.

"Thank you, Don.  By the way, dear one . . . you really ARE a good sport."

"Yeah, yeah."

Lorrie caught a small bead of perspiration slowly making its way down Benedict's temple and couldn't help giggling to herself. "Mr. Cool" wasn't so cool after all.

"First," began Suzanne, "let me explain that Lorrie is very easy for me to read because she doesn't have anything to hide.  She is one of the purest Channels I have ever known. She is a teacher  . . . a healer . . . and a visionary. . . and she possesses a tremendous capacity for love . . . something that is very rare during these challenging times.

"Lorrie and Sean have always endeavored to assist others in awakening to their True Paths and our Divine Purpose for Being.  Now, they are in a financial position where they are able to devote almost all of their time and energy toward these contracts.  The pressure of having to worry where the rent is coming from is gone.  And now they can devote their time to teaching, healing and assist others in their unique awakening processes."

Lorrie reached over and squeezed Sean's hand.

Suzanne sensed that Sean wished to speak. She looked at him and nodded her approval as she waved her hand in his direction, giving him the cue to proceed.

"Suzanne has really got us pegged, Don.  I have to admit that times were really financially challenging for us before Lorrie's book was published.  It was very frustrating to see so many people reaching out for help and to know that we weren't able to give them all that we wanted to share with them.   Now, we DO have the time and energy to do this."

"Well, that's very commendable, Sean.  You and Lorrie both have my admiration."

Benedict set his clipboard down on a small table and turned his attention back to Suzanne.

"You know, Suzanne, I am assuming that all three of you believe in reincarnation."

Well, Don, too much evidence has cropped up supporting this.   It's pretty difficult to ignore these facts, now.  I, personally, know of many of my past lives.  And, I am sure that Lorrie and Sean existed as Lyria and Yanah on the planet Mawuvia.  There's absolutely no doubt in my mind that everything about Mawuvia is true."

The studio band began to play the them song, cueing Benedict that the show was near its end.  Benedict let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, as usually you have timed your final statement extremely well, Suzanne.  I love the way you always manage to bring our show to a close with a statement that suddenly brings a hundred doubts and questions to my mind.   I hope that you will consider returning in the very near future, so we can take over from here."

"I always look forward to our visits, Don."

"thank you, Suzanne." He turned to Sean and Lorrie.

"And how about you two?  Would you be willing to come back?"

Sean smiled.

"We would love to come back.  Thank you for asking." He relished the idea of having another opportunity to sway Don towards the Metaphysical Realms.

"Good!" exclaimed don.  "But beware . . . the next time you're on I'll be better prepared for the three of you."

"So will we," added Lorrie.  "So will we."

The music swelled as the cameras switched to the credits. Benedict and his guests stood up and shook hands.

"It really was a pleasure to have you on our show, Lorrie," he added.  "I may not believe in everything you and Sean believe in, but you are both very entertaining. Thank you so much for coming."

"It is our pleasure," Lorrie lied for the first time that day.  "We enjoyed it."

Suzanne leaned over and gave Lorrie an enthusiastic, motherly hug.

"If you two aren't busy, how about a drink?  I'd like to talk to you, and my plane doesn't leave for a few hours.  I sense that you're struggling with a problem.  Maybe I can help you."

Sean looked knowingly at Lorrie.  Suzanne must have picked up on the turmoil he was having with his dreams.

Lorrie smiled and nodded her head.

"That would be great, Suzanne.  We'd love to have the opportunity to spend some private time with you."

"Good! Let me get this junk off of my face and slip into something more comfortable.  I'll meet you in the Green Room in about fifteen minutes."

"Sounds good.  We'll se you then."

Sean and Lorrie headed down the hall holding hands like you lovers.  They had two weeks ahead of them with nothing to do but regain some strength and contact Nirih.  The thought of spending two weeks at the ocean made them giddy with anticipation.

Sean wondered what surprises Suzanne had in store for them.   He had read a lot about her and had tremendous respect for her and her abilities.   Now that he had met her he was very excited and pleased that she offered to help them.  He squeezed Lorrie's hand and looked inter he eyes.

"I really like her, don't you?"

"Yes, I do.  There's something very special about her.   I feel as if we've know her forever.  Our energies really resonate well.   I wonder if she also participated in the great Mawuvian Experiment."

"I don't know," said Sean.  She was so adamant about believing that we were Mawuvians.  I'm sure she would have admitted her own participation on Mawuvia if it was true.  No, I get the feeling that we're working with her in other dimensions and realities, but not on Mawuvia."

"Well," Lorrie giggled.  "As usual . . . your logic is quite impressive.  I suppose you're right . . . again."

Sean laughed.  Then he kissed Lorrie's twinkling eyes and smiled.  She was the best thing that every happened to him, and he knew it.  He totally enjoyed their life together and could not imagine what his would be like without her.

"You know, I'm really looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together."

Lorrie smiled.

"To quote one of my favorite lines from one of my most favorite movies, dearest friend . . . 'Ditto'!"

They both turned to go back down the hall to the Green Room, only to see Suzanne moving quickly towards them.  Sean couldn't help noticing that she had lost ten years after removing her makeup.  She was wearing white slacks and an oversized black turtle neck swatter.  Around her neck was a most exquisite zodiac medallion.  There appeared to be a silver-blue aura surrounding her.

"Oh, my! Suzanne exclaimed.  "I hope I'm not rushing you two.  It's one of the bad habits I am working on overcoming in this life . . . impatience, that is.  I see something that must be done and I just hurl myself into it."

She made a quick, broad sweep with her arm for emphasis and just barely missed Sean's face.

"Oh, I am sorry.  There I go again.  I guess I have just too much energy for one being."

Sean smiled and rested his hand on her shoulder.

"No need to be sorry.  We understand exactly where you're coming from."

Suzanne shuddered momentarily from Sean's touch, then seemed to go into a trance.

Sean and Lorrie stared at her with concern.

Finally, she shook her head and shrugged off the visions she apparently was picking up.

"What is it, Suzanne?: asked Lorrie.  "What did you see?"

"Not now.  There's plenty of time for that later," she slipped her arms through Lorrie's and Sean's and led them down the hall.

"I know this neat little pub just about a half a block away from her.  You'll love it!  It's peaceful and friendly.  I discovered it the last time I did this crazy show."

Lorrie couldn't help feeling warm and comfortable with Suzanne.   She could tell that Suzanne wasn't one of those glory-seeking psychics who had hang-ups about proving herself to the world.  Was was gifted and she knew it.   She worked hard at what she did and continued to be the warm, human being she truly was, who cared about others was dedicated e to being in loving service.

Suzanne wasn't an intimidating person.  At least, Lorrie didn't feel threatened in her presence.  She knew that Suzanne lived in her own little world and only picked up vibrations from others when she allowed herself to be receptive or when there was immediate danger.  If she allowed herself to be open to the feelings of everyone all of the time she would surely lose her mind.  Suzanne was far too intelligent to let that happen.  She must have taught herself at a very early stage in her career to turn her abilities on and off whenever it was necessary.  It was the only way for someone as talented as she was to exist in this world.

As they walked out the rear entrance of the studio, Suzanne paused and looked deeply into Lorrie's eyes.

"How perceptive you are, my dear.  But then, I expected that of you."

Suzanne suddenly pulled Lorrie and Sean very closer to her.

"I want to show you two something about your powers," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Lorrie and Sean both looked quizzically at her.  Her eyes were afire with a glow neither of them have seen before.  First, she gazed into Sean's eyes, and then into Lorrie's eyes.

Lorrie felt a strange warmness sweep through her body.   Then it seemed as if Suzanne's voice was speaking loudly within her head.  She gasped with excitement.

"Oh, Suzanne!  how did you do that?  I could hear your words just as clearly as if you spoke them out loud."

Suzanne smiled, then turned her attention to Sean.

"I didn't do it. You two did.  You heard it too, didn't you, Sean?"

Sean nodded his head affirmatively.

Suzanne stared deeply into his eyes.  he appeared to be transfixed by her gaze.

"You see, my dears, I have merely used my powers to bring out yours.  Sean, here, is the skeptic and the analyst.  He has a vague idea of how strong he is psychically, but he's afraid to let go and let his powers flow.   He's shy about accepting these powers and developing them because first he has to have a reason why and how they exist before he can completely embrace them.  Also, he doesn't like the idea of people making fun of him . . . or taking advantage of him."

Suzanne lifted her index finger and repeatedly tapped Sean lightly and lovingly on the end of his nose, chiding him.

"You're a very bad boy, Sean.  You should accept that everyone has these powers, but only a handful contracted to use them in their work to assist others in their Ascension process.  Before you can truly assist others, you must first fully embrace all that you ARE and all that you have the power to do."

Suzanne stepped backwards and put her hands on her hips.

"Now tell me what I was thinking . . . and quickly.   Don't be afraid to take a chance."

"I . . . I . . . don't know."

Sean shook his head, trying to free his mind .

"Yes you do.  It's that crazy little ego of yours.   You're afraid you'll be wrong because that would embarrass you terribly."

Sean laughed, guiltily.

"You've got that right.  I don't like being wrong at all."

"Well, at least you would have tried. Think of it this way. . . . What do you suppose I would do if you were wrong?  Do you really believe that I would laugh at you or make fun of you?  Bosh! I should think that you would know me better than that . . . even if we have just recently met . . . this time around."

Sean lowered his head in thought.  Suzanne had really hit a nerve.  All of his life he had to answer to his teachers and his commanding officers in a logical way. There was no room in his thinking process for "guessing" or using his intuitive abilities.  That simply was not allowed.  Now Suzanne was asking him to react on instincts derived from powers he never had the chance to really develop.  Yes, he was afraid of being wrong.

"What was the first thing that came into your mind when I gazed into your eyes?" Suzanne asked in a soft, gentle, encouraging voice.

"I . . . I . . . I'm not sure."

"Of course you are."

"Well, I think it was . . .. " he took a deep breath, then let it out.  "I think it was . . . I llllllllllllllove you."

Lorrie shrieked with glee.

"That's right!" exclaimed Suzanne as she gave him an encouraging hug.  "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Sean's face flushed.

(to be continued...........................................)