A good way to de-glass an eye is to scare oneself. A good way to scare oneself is to sound like ones father. "OK, Coral, concentrate. I can concentrate till I'm blue in the face, but it's not going to do any good if you don't concentrate too."
"I am concentrating. Concentrating on how long I've got to sit here before you teach me something."
Then again, calling on the class bitch does wonders where the professor's glass eye is concerned.
"Close your eyes, Coral. We're going to draw an arc. An arc you're going to draw with your eyes. First we need ink. The ink is in your belly. Only this is healing, so the inkwell is filled with light. To get down to the light-well we're going to use your breath. Are you still breathing?"
"No. I stopped breathing out of boredom and I'm sitting here dead."
"Good. A smart ass is a mouth breathing. Only I need you to breath with your nose. Track your inhale with your eyes. Steer the breath with your eyes into your belly. In your belly is light. Pick up some light with your eyes--a golfball's worth. Then, exhaling, steer that ball of light out your arm and into this finger." I tapped her right finger. "Then, inhaling, steer the ball back into your belly."
Over and over, I guided Coral. "Inhale, exhale, draw the arc of light with your eyes. Back and forth, belly to finger, finger to belly, recharge the ball with light you pick up in your belly. Have you drawn the arc of light with your eyes?"
"I have," Coral said, the model student, suddenly.
"OK, Coral, now for phase two. You're simply going to extend that arc. Instead of ending the arc at this finger," I tapped her right finger, "you're going to draw the arc right on by my finger. With every exhale, hurl your ball of light right on by my finger, eye-ball right down my arm, right into my belly. Then with every inhale, pull the ball of light back out of me, through your finger, back into your belly. Steer the ball of light with your eyes. Inhale, Exhale, draw the arc between our two bellies. Can you keep the ball of light glowing?"
"Yes," Coral said. "It's ball lightning, isn't it?"
Rachel never mentioned ball lightning. Then again, this was largely creativity, so, to each her own. "Exactly," I said. "And most importantly, the source of that ball lightning is the sustained bolt of lightning in your belly--your life force, the creative force, that storied remnant of The Big Bang, if you will."
"What?"
Whoops, looks like professor's big head had gotten the better of him. Get out of the way, professor, you got teaching to do.
"Simply put, Coral, that ball lightning of yours is the pigment that heals, so you want to keep your brush loaded up with ink from the light-well. Get it?"
"Anton, you treat me like a schoolgirl. I'm in college. I can handle an accelerated lesson plan, thank you."
I wanted to say, 'Not so fast, young lady.' But that's what my dad always said to my sister. Not wanting to sound old, I said, "Not so fast, dude. First I must point out what you just accomplished. By drawing that arc from your finger into my belly, you had to project your life force--and get this--outside your body."
Silence.
"Wow," Coral said, finally.
"I know," I said, "big stuff. And that big stuff is only the half of it. See, Coral, that light you managed to steer outside your body can be steered into anything; a plant, an animal, a kingdom. You can wrap those light fibers around an entire city, bind those fibers up into a broom as wide as the Pacific, sweep all of america with it. Hell, if you put your will to it, you can melt that broom into a pool, flood an entire universe with the stuff. But first things first. First you got to learn to draw a circle with that light. Want to draw a circle?"
"Why a circle?"
Damn, I'd never asked Rachel that. Looking to the side that I might make something up, I ran my eye along the curved tines of the pitchfork hung up on some junk at the back of my shack. "Simply put, Coral, the universe is full up with curves. We in the healing arts call those arcs. Turns out, there are two things a girl can draw; straight lines and arcs. A girl doesn't want to draw no straight lines because, see, we moron males got the franchise on straight lines. Morons because, see, there's no such thing as a straight line in all the universe--only circles and parts of circles."
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