The Seventh Chakra

by J.R. Bowles

CHAPTER 33

  “Damn, damn, damn!” Bernie cursed as he continued to pace the floor. “Why the hell hasn't she at least called?”

  “I don't know,” Zolar reiterated patiently for what seemed to him the millionth time. “She's okay, Bernie.”

  “It's after four and nothing. She better be dead or I'm going to kill her—she could have called, that's the least she could do.” Bernie threatened and sat down again, fidgeting.

  Zolar knew she was safe; he was more concerned with other matters at the present time. He was beginning to doubt where all of this was taking them.

  Had he been wrong? Was it possible the power being unleashed was evil? He had tried to remain calm in front of Bernie and Jackie and present the appearance of self-assurance, but he was beginning to waver.

  His Master had always received his information psychically from the Tibetans. His own psychic ability was very limited. Rarely did he ever receive verbal information; it was usually in the form of vague images and impressions. Could he have misinterpreted them?

  His Master had also been his adoptive father. His mother had died while delivering him. His mother was to have been the bride of a soldier who had returned with her to the States and settled in Virginia, promising to marry her, but they found that Virginia's laws at that time prohibited him a Caucasian, from marrying an Asian woman. His father had disappeared after his mother's death and he had been adopted by a couple who had both been professors at Roanoke College and studied the eastern religions. They journeyed to Tibet and studied under the masters there, becoming masters themselves. Their particular interest was the laws of energy throughout the universe and their relations to human existence. All this knowledge had been given to Zolar as he grew up; he had not known then it was preparing him for the responsibility that now weighed heavily upon him.

  Now, with all the powerful energies bursting forth, Zolar was feeling somewhat insecure, even a little afraid. This might be more than he could handle—or even comprehend.

  What if this man was evil? he considered. He had wondered about the two deaths that had occurred in the hotel—he had heard how peculiar they were. What if the Avatar had been involved?

  “Are you listening to me?” Bernie complained again as he resumed his pacing.

  Zolar managed only a grunt in reply.