The Celestine Prophecy: An Adventure

by James Redfield

  “Not necessarily,” she replied. “The Manuscript says humans will learn to extend their families beyond blood ties. So that someone else is able to provide one on one attention. All the energy does not have to come from the parents alone. In fact, it is better if it does not. But whoever cares for the children must provide this one on one attention.”

  “Well,” I said, “you’ve done something right. Mareta certainly seems mature.”

  Karla frowned and said, “Don’t tell me, tell her.”

  “Oh, right.” I looked at the child. “You act very grown-up, Mareta.”

  She looked away shyly for a moment, then said, “Thank you.” Karla hugged her warmly.

  Karla looked at me proudly. “For the last two years I have been trying to relate to Mareta according to the Manuscript’s guidelines, haven’t I, Mareta?”

  The child smiled and nodded.

  “I have tried to give her energy and to always tell her the truth of every situation in language she can understand. When she asked the questions a young child asks, I treated them very seriously, avoiding the temptation of giving her a fanciful answer which is plainly for the entertainment of adults.”

  I smiled. “Do you mean untruths like, ‘storks bring babies,’ that sort of thing?”

  “Yes, but these cultural expressions aren’t so bad. Children figure these out quickly because they stay the same. Worse are the distortions created on the spot by adults just because they want to have a little fun, and because they believe the truth is too complicated for a child to comprehend. But this is not right; the truth can always be expressed at a child’s level of understanding. It just takes some thought.”

  “What does the Manuscript say about this issue?”

  “It says we should always find a way to tell a child the truth.”

  Part of me resisted this idea. I was one who enjoyed kidding around with children.

  “Don’t kids usually understand that adults are just playing?” I said. “All this seems to make them grow up too fast and take some of the fun out of childhood.”

  She looked at me sternly. “Mareta is full of fun. We chase and tumble and play all the childhood fantasy games. The difference is that when we are fantasizing, she knows it.”

  I nodded. She was right, of course.

  “Mareta seems confident,” Karla continued, “because I was there for her. I gave her one on one attention when she needed-it. And if I wasn’t there, my sister, who lives next door, was there. She always had an adult to answer her questions, and because she has had this sincere attention, she has never felt she had to act out or show off. She has always had enough energy and that makes her assume she will continue to have enough, which makes the transition from receiving energy from adults to getting it from the universe—which we already talk about—much easier for her to grasp.”

  I noticed the terrain outside. We were traveling through deep jungle now and though I couldn’t see it, I knew the sun was low in the afternoon sky.

  “Can we get to Iquitos tonight?” I asked.

  “No,” Karla said. “But we can stay at a house I know.”

  “Near here?” I asked.

  “Yes, it is the house of a friend. He works for the wildlife service.”

  “He works for the government?”

  “Some of the Amazon is a protected area. He is the local agent, but influential. His name is Juan Hinton. Do not worry. He believes in the Manuscript and they have never bothered him.”

  By the time we arrived, the sky was completely dark. Around us the jungle was alive with night sounds, the air muggy. A large well-lit, wood frame house stood at the end of a clearing in the dense foliage. Nearby were two large buildings and several jeeps. Another vehicle was up on blocks and two men worked around lights underneath.

  A thin Peruvian, dressed in expensive clothing, answered Karla’s knock and smiled at her until he noticed Marjorie, Mareta and myself waiting on the steps. His face turned nervous and displeased as he talked to her in Spanish. She said something pleadingly in return, but his mannerism and inflection indicated that he did not want us to stay.

  Then, through the crack in the door, I noticed a lone female figure standing in the foyer. I moved a little to bring her face into view. It was Julia. As I looked, she turned her head and saw me, then quickly walked forward with a surprised look on her face. She touched the shoulder of the man at the door and said something quietly into his ear. The man nodded, then opened the door with a look of resignation. We all introduced ourselves as Hinton led the way into the den area. Julia looked at me and said, “We meet again.” She wore khaki pants with pockets on the legs and a bright red t-shirt.

  “Yes we do,” I said.

  A Peruvian servant stopped Hinton, and after talking for a minute, the two walked into another part of the house. Julia sat in a chair by a coffee table and motioned for the rest of us to sit on a couch across from her. Marjorie appeared panicked. She looked at me intensely. Karla also seemed to be aware of Marjorie’s distress. She walked over and took her by the hand. “Let’s get some hot tea,” she suggested.

  As they walked away, Marjorie glanced back at me. I smiled and watched them until they turned the corner into the kitchen, then I turned to face Julia.

  “So what do you think it means?” she asked.

  “What does what mean?” I replied, still distracted.

  “That we have run into each other again.”

  “Oh…I don’t know.”

  “How did you wind up with Karla and where are you going?”

  “She saved us. Marjorie and I had been detained by Peruvian troops. When we escaped, she happened to be there to help us.”

  Julia looked intense. “Tell me what occurred.”

  I leaned back and told her the whole story, beginning at the point in which I had taken Father Carl’s truck and then all about the capture and our eventual escape.

  “And Karla agreed to take you to Iquitos?” Julia asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Why do you want to go there?”

  “That’s where Wil told Father Carl he was going. Wil apparently has a lead about the Ninth Insight. Also, Sebastian is there for some reason.”

  Julia nodded. “Yes, Sebastian has a mission near there. It’s where he made his reputation, converting the Indians.”

  “What about you?” I asked. “What are you doing here?”

  Julia told me that she too wanted to find the Ninth Insight, but that she had no leads. She had come to this house after thinking repeatedly of her old friend, Hinton.

  I was hardly listening. Marjorie and Karla had walked out of the kitchen and were standing in the hall talking, cups of tea in their hands. Marjorie caught my eye but said nothing.

  “Has she read much of the Manuscript?” Julia asked, nodding toward Marjorie.

  “Just the Third Insight,” I said.

  “We can probably get her out of Peru if that’s what she wants.”

  I turned and looked at her. “How?”

  “Rolando is leaving tomorrow for Brazil. We have some friends at the American Embassy there. They can get her back to the United States. We have helped other Americans this way.”

  I looked at her and nodded tentatively. I realized I was having mixed feelings about what she had said. Part of me knew that leaving would be best for Marjorie. But another part wanted her to stay, to remain with me. I felt changed, energized, when she was around.

  “I think I need to talk with her,” I finally said.

  “Of course,” Julia replied. “We can talk later.”

  I got up and walked toward her. Karla was heading back toward the kitchen. Marjorie stepped around the corner of the hall out of sight. When I walked up, she was leaning back against the wall.

  I pulled Marjorie into my arms. My body pulsated.

  “Feel that energy?” I asked, whispering into her ear.

  “It’s incredible,” she said. “What does it mean?”

  “I don’t know
. We have some kind of connection.”

  I glanced around. No one could see us. We kissed passionately.

  When I pulled back to look at her face, she looked different, stronger somehow, and I thought back to the day we had met at Viciente and to the conversation in the restaurant at Cula. I couldn’t believe the amount of energy I felt in her presence and when she touched me.

  She held me tightly. “Since that day at Viciente,” she said, “I’ve wanted to be with you. I didn’t know what to think about it then, but the energy is wonderful. I’ve never experienced anything like this.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Karla walking up, smiling. She told us that dinner was ready so we made our way into the dining room and found a huge buffet of fresh fruits and vegetables and breads. Everyone served their plates and sat around a large table. After Mareta sang a blessing song we spent an hour and a half eating and talking casually. Hinton had lost his nervousness and he set a light-hearted mood which helped to ease the tension of our escape. Marjorie was talking freely and laughing. Sitting beside her filled me with warm love.

  After dinner, Hinton took us back into the den where a custard dessert was served with a sweet liqueur. Marjorie and I sat on the couch and fell into a long conversation about our pasts and significant life experiences. We seemed to grow closer and closer. The only difficulty we discovered was that she lived on the west coast and I resided in the south. Later Marjorie dismissed the problem and laughed heartily.

  “I can’t wait until we get back to the United States,” she said. “We’ll have so much fun traveling back and forth.”

  I sat back and gave her a serious look. “Julia said she could arrange a way for you to go home now.”

  “You mean both of us, don’t you?” she replied.

  “No, I…I can’t go.”

  “Why?” she asked, “I can’t leave without you. But I can’t stand to stay here any longer either. I’ll go crazy.”

  “You’ll have to go on ahead. I’ll be able to leave soon.”

  “No!” she said loudly. “I can’t stand that!”

  Karla, who was walking back into the den from putting Mareta in bed, glanced toward us, then looked quickly away. Hinton and Julia were still talking, seemingly oblivious to Marjorie’s outburst.

  “Please,” Marjorie said. “Let’s just go home.”

  I looked away.

  “Okay, fine!” she said. “Stay!” She stood and walked briskly toward the bedroom area.

  My gut wrenched as I watched Marjorie walk away. The energy I had gained with her collapsed, and I suddenly felt weak and confused. I tried to shake it off. After all, I told myself, I hadn’t known her that long. On the other hand, I thought, maybe she was correct. Maybe I should just go home. What difference could I make here anyway? Back at home I could perhaps marshal some support for the Manuscript, and stay alive, as well. I stood up and started to follow her down the hall, but for some reason I sat back down. I couldn’t decide what to do.

  “May I join you for a minute?” Karla was suddenly asking. I hadn’t noticed that she was standing beside the sofa.

  “Sure,” I said.

  She sat down and looked at me with regard. “I couldn’t help overhearing what is going on,” she said. “And I thought that before you made your decision, you might want to hear what the Eighth Insight says about addictions to people.”

  “Yes, please, I want to know what that means.”

  “When one first learns to be clear and to engage one’s evolution, any of us can be stopped, suddenly, by an addiction to another person.”

  “You’re speaking of Marjorie and me, aren’t you?”

  “Let me explain the process,” she said. “And you judge for yourself.”

  “Okay.”

  “First, let me say that I had a very hard time with this part of the insight. I don’t think I would have ever understood if I had not met Professor Reneau.”

  “Reneau?!” I exclaimed. “I know him. We met when I was learning the Fourth Insight.”

  “Well,” she said, “we met when we both had reached the Eighth Insight. He stayed at my house for several days.”

  I nodded in amazement.

  “He said that the idea of an addiction, as used in the Manuscript, explains why power struggles arise in romantic relationships. We’ve always wondered what causes the bliss and euphoria of love to end, to suddenly turn into conflict, and now we know. It is a result of the flow of energy between the individuals involved.

  “When love first happens, the two individuals are giving each other energy unconsciously and both people feel buoyant and elated. That’s the incredible high we all call being “in love.” Unfortunately, once they expect this feeling to come from the other person, they cut themselves off from the energy in the universe and begin to rely even more on the energy from each other—only now there doesn’t seem to be enough and so they stop giving each other energy and fall back into their dramas in an attempt to control each other and force the other’s energy their way. At this point the relationship degenerates into the usual power struggle.”

  She hesitated for a moment, as if checking whether I understood, then added, “Reneau told me that our susceptibility to this kind of addiction can be described psychologically, if that will help you understand?”

  I nodded again for her to continue. “Reneau said the problem starts in our early family. Because of the energy competition there, none of us were able to complete an important psychological process. We weren’t able to integrate our opposite sexual side.”

  “Our what?”

  “In my case,” she continued. “I wasn’t able to integrate my male side. In your case you weren’t able to integrate your female side. The reason we can become addicted to someone of the opposite sex is that we’ve yet to access this opposite sex energy ourselves. You see, the mystical energy that we can tap as an inner source is both male and female. We can eventually open up to it, but when we first begin to evolve, we have to be careful. The integration process takes some time. If we connect prematurely with a human source for our female or male energy, we block the universal supply.”

  I told her I didn’t understand.

  “Think of how this integration is supposed to work in an ideal family,” she explained, “and then perhaps you can see what I mean. In any family, the child must first receive energy from the adults in his life. Usually, identifying with and integrating the energy of the same-sexed parent is accomplished easily, but receiving energy from the other parent can be more difficult because of the differences in the sexes.

  “Let’s use a female child as an example. All the little girl knows as she first attempts to integrate her male side is that she is extremely attracted to her father. She wants him around and close to her all the time. The Manuscript explains that what she really wants is male energy—because this male energy complements her female side. From this male energy she receives a sense of completion and euphoria. But she mistakenly thinks that the only way to have this energy is by sexually possessing her father and keeping him close physically.

  “Interestingly, because she intuits that this energy is really supposed to be her own and that she should be able to command this energy at will, she wants to direct the father as if he were that part of herself. She thinks he is magical and perfect and able to supply her every whim. In a less than ideal family, this sets up a power conflict between the little girl and her dad. Dramas are formed as she learns to posture herself in order to manipulate him into giving her the energy she desires.

  “But in an ideal family, the father would remain uncompetitive. He would continue to relate honestly and have enough energy so as to supply her unconditionally even though he can’t do everything she asks. The important thing to know here, in our ideal example, is that the father would remain open and communicative. She thinks he is ideal and magical but if he honestly explains who he is and what he is doing and why, then the little girl can integrate his particular style
and abilities and proceed past an unrealistic view of her father. In the end she will see him as just a particular human being, a human being with his own talents and faults. Once this true emulation takes place, then the child makes an easy transition from receiving her opposite-sex energy from her father to receiving it as part of the overall energy existing in the universe at large.

  “The problem,” she went on, “is that most parents, up to now, have been competing with their own children for energy, and that has affected all of us. Because this competition was taking place, none of us have quite resolved this opposite-sex issue. We’re all stuck at the stage where we are still looking for our opposite-sex energy outside of ourselves, in the person of a male or female we can think of as ideal and magical and can possess sexually. See the problem?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I think I do.”

  “In terms of our ability to evolve consciously,” she continued, “we are faced with a critical situation. As I said before, according to the Eighth Insight, when we first begin to evolve, we automatically begin to receive our opposite-sex energy. It comes in naturally from the energy in the universe. But we must be careful, because if another person comes along who offers this energy directly we can cut ourselves off from the true source… and regress.” She chuckled to herself.

  “What are you laughing at?” I asked.

  “Reneau once made this analogy,” she said. “He said that until we learn how to avoid this situation, we are walking around like a circle half complete. You know, we look like the letter C. We are very susceptible to a person of the opposite sex, some other circle half complete, coming up and joining with us—completing the circle that way—and giving us a burst of euphoria and energy that feels like the wholeness that a full connection with the universe produces. In reality, we have only joined up with another person who is looking for their other half on the outside too.