Meghan explained that because of a hitch in time/space she had to spend a few months, as we measure time, chilling in the Earth dimension.
She was from a neighboring dimension or probability and was recovering from an experiment gone wrong. At a gathering to honor and engage the full Moon, she and a few friends had tried to be in two places at the same time.
The Moon party happened to fall on her appearance day and her friends wanted to give her a private celebration. So they tried an ancient prescription for being in two places at once.
Everything went fine until the crucial point in the spell where they were to imagine the other location. At this moment, the fireworks to celebrate the full Moon went off with a bang and Meghan, distracted and a little frightened, found herself on the Earth plane.
She made contact with her friends and discovered that the spell had worked and an aspect of her was still with them in her home dimension. However, the peculiarities of the spell meant that this version of herself had to wait six months Earth time before returning.
This wasn’t really the reason she was consulting Sebastian, but since he seemed to know who she really was, she spoke plainly about her situation.
“The reason I’m here though has nothing to do with that,” she said emphatically.
“I’ll be back home in a few months and that’s fine. My problem is customer service.”
“Customer service?” Sebastian cocked his head and smiled inquiringly.
“Yes, customer service.” Meghan leaned forward in her chair warming to her topic.
“To pass the time until I can go back home, I got a job in a coffee shop and the attitude of the customers is making me crazy. Many are lovely, of course, but a few of them are really irritating.
“They are rude, condescending, and pretentious to the point of being ridiculous, and they come back and do it all again the next day. The ones that really get me are the frumpy lady putting on airs who is only happy when she has found something wrong.
“The other one is the guy who obviously doesn’t need any more sugar, loading up on the free sugar, ketchup, and mayo packets. Actually piling them into a plastic bag and looking straight at me all the time.”
At this point, Meghan stopped her story, looked around the room, and pointed at an aging, life-size wooden statue in the far corner. A Korean goddess with, unfortunately, a missing hand.
She asked, “Do you mind?”
Understanding her intention, Sebastian steeled himself and said, “No problem.”
Meghan glanced briefly at the statue and Sebastian felt rather than saw the bolt of energy she let fly, which resulted in the statue bursting into a thousand flaming pieces.
Without premeditation, both Meghan and Sebastian immediately adjusted their focus to a nearby probability where the statue was as before. Interestingly, the missing hand was fully restored in this probability.
Meghan looked pleadingly into Sebastian’s face.
“I’m terrified that I’ll lose my temper and do something awful! Can you help me?”
Sebastian had been looking for an assistant for some time without much success. He saw in Meghan many of the qualities he was looking for and made an immediate decision.
“Would you like to work with me as my assistant?”
Meghan was surprised by not bowled over by this suggestion.
“What might be the duties and requirements of this position?”
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, surveying the charming person before him as he reviewed the possibilities and potentials involved in the situation. He settled on an approach.
“You get to be whoever you think you are, and I get to offer and sometimes even demonstrate something more.”
Meghan agreed immediately and felt wonderful to be involved with the shaman and mystic who was widely acknowledges as the best in the three worlds.
“Come back tomorrow bright and early, if you please. We have an interesting assignment.”
The Arrival Of Spring
Sebastian was just finishing his breakfast – fermented grapes and new figs – when the doorbell rang.
Meghan was wearing the same clothes but looked fresh and game for whatever the assignment was to be.
“David Hockney is having a grand exhibit in London and we have been asked to help with something. Apparently, a number of iPads have gone missing.”
“And who is David Hockney?” Meghan was taking notes.
“Only the greatest living English painter,” said Sebastian, “but you’re new to this plane so you wouldn’t know.”
“Suffice to know that it’s a big deal, lots of people, and security, and attention in the media. They have asked me to discreetly investigate half a dozen missing iPads that were going to be part of the exhibit”.
“Shouldn’t the greatest shaman in the three worlds be doing something more than looking for lost tablets?” Meghan was genuinely puzzled.
“Oh, there’s more to this than meets the eye,” said Sebastian with a grim smile.