Chapter Two #3
Pixie folded her arms on the table and leaned forward. Ulysses just continued to eat cake. Avril had already lost him around the moment she started talking about vibrations.
‘Where we put our attention, our energy follows. So, when you focus on Cavill, your energy radiates out to him. That energy draws you to him. Now, as we know, that happens in life, all the time. It’s how we create our reality.
Our thoughts and beliefs manifest our world.
But most people would say that if that were true they’d create a nicer world for themselves, but how many people are able to control their thoughts?
Fear and anxiety invade and manifest, and much of the time we get what we fear, not what we desire.
The point I’m making is that you focused on the Bethesda steps in Central Park and tried to will yourself there with the power of your desire.
But, like our underlying fears and anxieties, you knew deep down that there was no purpose to that.
You knew that it would achieve nothing. Constance was dead.
You couldn’t possess the body of someone else and turn up and say, ‘Hey, Cavill. Look, it’s me, in the body of someone else, again!
’ Deep down, you knew it was futile, and that knowledge prevented it from happening.
You timeslid randomly with no real objective, just an uncontrolled and desperate longing. ’
Pixie nodded slowly. ‘I suppose that could be right.’
‘You need to focus on what you want to achieve with the next slide and leave the Law of Attraction to fulfil it. Don’t concern yourself with the how.
That’s not your job. If you try and manipulate the how, you’ll just limit what the Law of Attraction can achieve.
You don’t know better, so leave it to a force that does. ’
‘So, how do I do it?’
‘Do you have something of Cavill’s – something to connect you to him? A photograph … a …’
Pixie’s eyes lit up. ‘I have his sketchbook of birds,’ she said with a rush of excitement. ‘I stole it from St Sidwell Manor.’
‘That was so bad,’ Ulysses muttered.
‘Good!,’ Avril exclaimed, ignoring Ulysses.
‘When you next embark on a slide, hold the sketchbook and put out the desire of what you want to achieve. You want your relationship with him to reach its conclusion so that you can sever the link. You want the next slide to take you back to him so that you can resolve it. So that you can end it. If you focus hard enough, the power of your intention might draw to you a case that will enable you to fulfil that desire. Then, when you slide, link into the sketchbook as well as into whatever it is that links you to the case and leave the rest to the Universe.’
‘But couldn’t I just link into Cavill’s sketchbook without having a case?’
‘It’s possible. But the past two slides where you’ve encountered Cavill have been linked to cases of altruism, haven’t they?
What you’ve set in motion with him might be tied to that energy.
I would maintain it if I were you. Keep it consistent, otherwise you might slide back to before 1895, which would really complicate things. ’
‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ said Pixie.
‘Listen, it’s unchartered. We’re both learning on the job, so to speak.
There’s no one who has done this before to whom we can go for advice.
As far as I’m aware, you’re the only modern-day timeslider out there.
But energy and vibration are important. You have to stay within that flow and allow it to carry you forward.
It’s like a rip tide. You’re in it. You have to stay in it.
Otherwise, if you shift out of it, you’ll lose the momentum and drift. ’
‘So, you’re saying that my next slide might very well take me to the next chapter in Cavill’s and my story?’
‘I think every slide will, until you end it.’ Avril narrowed her eyes, tuning into an intuition that had suddenly come. ‘I sense your next slide will take you back to the southwest, possibly Cornwall.’
‘To where it began,’ said Pixie wistfully. She rubbed her hands together with nervous excitement. ‘Very well. Rock on the next chapter.’
‘Let’s hope it’s the final chapter,’ said Avril firmly.
‘Me too,’ Ulysses agreed. ‘It’s like a pig on a spit that never cooks, going round and round and round.’
‘Thanks for that, Ulysses,’ said Pixie dryly.
They all laughed.
‘I just want you to have a relationship that’s satisfying and fulfilling, Pix,’ Ulysses explained, looking at her fondly. ‘And real,’ he added with emphasis.
‘Okay,’ said Pixie, picking up her teacup. ‘I will put out the intention and leave the Universe to do the rest.’
‘Good,’ said Avril. ‘And let me know if it works. And Pixie …’
‘Yes?’
‘Don’t get lost in your slides. Don’t ever forget who you really are and what you’re there to do. It’s not a game. The consequences are serious. This time you have to end it. I can’t tell you how to do it. You’ll know what to do when you’re in the moment. But you must end it.’
Pixie felt a stab to her heart. The word end was so final.