JC: Ed Biggers
Part 6: Doyen
Chapter 13
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Looking up from between Kelly's legs, Ed watched as Kelly 
sucked on Ling's breast. As always, the sight of his wives kissing 
or touching each other excited him. He turned his attention back to 
Kelly and slid his tongue between her pussy lips. The heady aroma 
and rich flavor drove him renew his efforts to please her. 

On the floor next to Ed, Leroy and Linda were engaged in sixty-
nine. Leroy was working on her with his full attention trying to 
bring her to orgasm before she was able to make him come. It was 
no contest, since no one was as good at sucking cock as Linda. He 
groaned his orgasm.

Kelly lifted her hips off the floor as Ed's attention brought about 
her climax. She moaned and made little squeaking noises.  Her 
legs locked around his head holding him in place with a strength 
that always surprised him. Her stomach muscles fluttered.

Ed moved out form between her legs as Ling moved into sixty-
nine with Kelly. The sight of the two women pleasuring each other 
made his cock even harder. He moved around so that he was 
behind Ling and entered her from the rear. He reveled in the 
fantastic sensations of her tight cunt and Kelly's tongue on his 
cock. As he thrust into his wife, he couldn't help thinking that life 
could hardly get any better than this. 

It wasn't long before he had released his seed into his wife's pussy, 
bringing her to a loud orgasm at the same time. Kelly cleaned his 
donation out of Ling, bringing Ling to another orgasm. After Ling 
returned the favor to Kelly, the three of them collapsed on the floor 
beside an exhausted Leroy and Linda.

This was the first occasion in ages when the adult members of the 
family were alone without having to watch over the children. Little 
John was over at the house visiting with his girlfriend, Susan 
Grundy. Beth had left that morning on her field trip to Washington 
and wouldn't be returning for another three days. William was 
visiting Barbara Jordan, the dispatcher from the police station. 
Betsy, the youngest of the Carter children, was attending a high 
school track and field event with Catherine and Oliver.

"When are the kids coming back?" asked Leroy as he idly ran a 
hand over Ling's breast. Her nipple, which had relaxed, became 
hard again under his attention. 

"Little John will return here with his girlfriend and her parents for 
dinner," answered Kelly as she shivered. Linda's hand ran over her 
thigh and towards her well used pussy. Her movements weren't 
intended to excite Kelly, but to prolong the after-effects of her 
orgasm. 

"Barbara Jordan will be bringing William back after their Sunday 
dinner," answered Ed. He wondered how the boy had enjoyed his 
day with the family of the dispatcher.

With a grin, Linda moved over to where Ed was lying on the floor. 
She tried to resurrect his erection by taking her long black hair and 
wrapping it around his cock. Her soft silky hair teased the nerves 
of his cock.  Despite its recent use, his cock responded 
immediately to her treatment.

Grabbing Leroy's hand to keep it on her breast, Ling said, "Betsy 
should be back any minute now."

"And you're letting Linda get me excited?" asked Ed pretending 
that he was afraid of getting caught with an erection. The sensation 
of Linda's silky hair against the sensitive skin of his cock was 
almost too much for him.

Ling giggled and answered, "She'll have you shooting off in three 
minutes."

"Three minutes? I'd predict two minutes," teased Kelly knowing 
there was far more truth in her comment than there was tease.

True to Kelly's prediction, Linda soon had her mouth over the end 
of Ed's cock to catch his come. He erupted into her mouth; amazed 
that she was able to bring him off so quickly despite the fact that 
he had come not too long before. Ed settled back with a sigh and 
said, "This is nice."

"Speaking of which, we probably ought to get cleaned up before 
Betsy gets home," said Kelly. She didn't like to have the children 
find them during or immediately after their private times together. 
While the family was often naked around the children, they didn't 
engage in explicit sexual acts around them. 

Sated and happy at being in the embrace of his husband and wives, 
Leroy didn't want it to come to an end. With a hint of complaint in 
his voice, he said, "Ah, just a little longer. We don't get this chance 
all that often."

With a sigh, Linda said, "We're going to have a lot more chances 
soon. The kids are leaving us in a couple of months."

The men did not have an answer to her melancholy observation. 
On that sad note, they gathered their clothes and headed to the 
shower. All three women were strangely silent, having lost their 
playfulness at the reminder that their children would be leaving 
soon. Ed moved behind Linda and started to wash her hair. Leroy 
moved over to Kelly and started to wash her back. Ling moved to 
where her two wives could wash her.

Ed and Leroy exchanged glances as they washed their wives' 
bodies. Ed gave his husband a wink and then, almost at the same 
time, the two men started tickling Linda and Kelly. The wives 
were unable to maintain their unhappy moods for long under the 
skillful assault of their husbands. Ling, seeing that the men were 
merciless in their tickling, moved behind Leroy and started tickling 
him. He was the most ticklish of the family. It wasn't long before 
the wives had turned the tide and Leroy and Ed were on the floor 
of the shower begging for mercy. 

When Ed dried off Kelly, he said, "The kids will always need their 
mommies and daddies, you know."

"I know that," replied Kelly. His comment reminded her that it had 
been a while since she had visited her parents in Taos. They were 
getting old and weren't as active as in the past. She decided that 
she'd take a trip to visit them at the first opportunity. 

He held out her robe for her and, as she took it, said, "Here you go. 
We have to dress up for our company."

"It's strange to be entertaining again. It seems to me like it has been 
ages since we've had guests for dinner," replied Kelly. She tried to 
remember when was the last time they had entertained, particularly 
with the wives doing all of the cooking. She decided that it had 
been back when they were still living in Ed's house.

Dressed in his black robes, Ed was relaxing in a chair in the dining 
room of their apartment when Betsy bounded up to him and 
exclaimed, "I got to run in a race."

Surprised by the announcement, Ling asked, "Which race?"

"The thousands of motors race," answered Betsy, "and I won."

Confused by her description of the race, Ed asked, "The thousands 
of motors race?"

"Yeah, they had some number with it, but I forget what it was," 
answered Betsy. She danced around the table, barely able to 
contain her excitement as she answered his question.

"The five thousand meter race?" asked Leroy realizing what she 
meant. He wondered if she had actually participated in a race that 
was that long.

"Yeah, that was it," said the little girl as she climbed onto one of 
the chairs. She reached out and grabbed an olive off a plate in the 
middle of the table. She frowned and then corrected herself. 
"Maybe they said four or ten. Any ways, it was a good race."

Ed could tell that she really didn't know how long the race had 
been. His truth sense verified that she had participated in a race. He 
looked at Betsy and realized that her active lifestyle had turned her 
legs into pure muscle. She had the chest development of a 
swimmer with large lungs that could handle vast volumes of air. 

A knock on the door to the apartment interrupted his thoughts. 
Betsy raced out of the room and returned thirty seconds later. After 
a slight delay, Catherine and Oliver followed her into the room 
with smiles on their faces. Catherine said, "We brought her ribbon 
from the five thousand meter race."

Kelly entered the room thinking that their guests had arrived. 
Seeing the Grand Druid and his wife, she decided to invite them to 
stay for dinner as thanks for watching over Betsy. She asked, "Oh, 
would you like to join us for dinner?"

Looking at the table, Catherine could see place settings for eleven 
people around the table. Surprised at the large number of place 
settings, she asked, "Were you expecting company?"

Nodding his head, Leroy answered, "Little John is bringing his 
girlfriend over with her parents."

"Oh," replied Oliver with a frown, "isn't he kind of young to have a 
girlfriend?"

"We'd love to stay," said Cathy putting a hand on her husband's 
arm to remind him that they were talking about a Carter kid. 

Kelly gestured to Catherine for her to come in the kitchen where 
the rest of the wives were hard at work preparing dinner. As she 
left, she heard Ed say, "William said that it was time for Little John 
to find his true love. The very next weekend, Little John met Susan 
while I was talking to her father about next year's geology trip that 
I'm putting together."

"William said it was time," echoed Oliver thoughtfully. He had 
spent many hours wondering about the young man. It seemed to 
him as though the young man was caught between two cultures 
and that at some point in time he would have to choose. On one 
hand, he had prophetic capabilities that seemed to originate from 
the Two-Sided One. On the other hand, he seemed to have a strong 
connection to the Animal Spirits of his Native American blood. He 
wondered which would win.

Little John entered the room walking next to Susan with her 
parents walking behind them. Her father was examining the 
surroundings with interest, as was his wife until she noticed that 
the Grand Druid was in the room. Her attention switched to the 
Druids gathered in the room. 

For the next ten minutes, the room was the site of confused activity 
as Susan's parents were introduced, Ling set another place setting, 
Betsy bounced around trying to show off her ribbon, and William 
arrived from his afternoon visit. Somehow, in the midst of all the 
excitement, Dr. Alan Grundy and his wife, Maggie Grundy, found 
themselves seated in the middle of the table with Oliver and 
Catherine were seated across from them while the wives hustled 
dinner onto the table. 

Ed sat at the head of the table and looked down its length. To his 
right sat Leroy, William, Alan Grundy, Maggie Grundy, Susan 
Grundy, and Kelly. To his left sat Linda, Betsy, Catherine, Oliver, 
Little John, and Ling. Once everyone was settled, there was 
another rush of activity as everyone served themselves of the roast 
beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, glazed carrots, rolls, and salad. 

Dr. and Mrs. Grundy were about to start eating when they noticed 
that everyone was watching Ed at the head of the table. Wondering 
if they were about to observe some Druid rite, they turned to watch 
Ed as well. Ed waved his hands over the steaming hot food wafting 
the odors towards his face. A small smile crossed his face as he 
took his knife and fork before cutting a small slice of the roast 
beef. The meat fell apart in his mouth with the slightest suggestion 
of mint. Chewing, a look of bliss crossed his face as he savored the 
rich flavor of the beef. He said, "You cooked the roast with mint."

"Of course," answered Kelly, "Marguerite gave us your favorite 
recipe."

"It's outstanding," replied Ed with a grin. He studied the glazed 
carrots taking in their appearance. These were regular carrots that 
had been cut and quartered into appropriately sized pieces, rather 
than the little short carrots that had become so common. He 
stabbed one with his fork and set it into his mouth. Appreciating 
the flavor, he said, "The carrots are great. I'd swear that Marguerite 
cooked them."

The wives sat back in their chairs knowing that Ed could give no 
higher praise for a meal. At that, everyone else started eating; 
leaving Dr. and Mrs. Grundy staring at each other in confusion. 
Mrs. Grundy asked, "Is that some sort of religious ritual?"

Little John looked across the table at the parents of his girlfriend 
with a grin and answered, "No. That always happens when Daddy 
Ed is eating. We all tend to watch him since he makes such a big 
deal out of every meal."

"Oh," replied Mrs. Grundy making a mental note that she was 
going to have to be very careful if she ever invited them over for 
dinner. 

Having observed Ed sit down at the table to eat on a number of 
occasions, Oliver said, "Everyone stops to watch Ed eat, even in 
the student dining halls."

Ling commented, "Ed really enjoys food. Our chef at home is one 
of the best in the world."

"The best," corrected Ed automatically. Ling might be his wife, but 
he wasn't going to let anyone cast any doubt on Marguerite's ability 
to cook. 

"Okay, she's the best cook in the world," corrected Ling with a 
shake of her head. She knew that others might disagree with his 
pronouncement, but she'd never mention that to him. The rest of 
the family grinned, but hid their smiles from Ed.

Leroy looked over at William's plate and noticed that he had taken 
very little food. Curious, he asked, "William, aren't you hungry?"

"No, I had a very big meal earlier," answered the young man. 
Dinner had been fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and 
biscuits. It had also been a very enlightening experience. He had 
watched the other family sitting around the dinner table, talking, 
joking, laughing, and teasing each other just as they did in his 
family. 

Looking across the table at her son, Linda asked, "So how was 
your visit?"

"I found the Baptist church very interesting," William answered in 
his slow thoughtful manner.

Curiosity aroused, Little John looked up the table to see his brother 
and asked, "What was it like?"

"You know how at the Catholic services there is the glow of their 
god at the front of the room?" asked William.

"Sure."

"In this service, the glow was spread through the whole room. It 
wasn't as bright as at the Catholic services," commented William. 
The glow had reached through the whole room, but had kept a 
space between it and William. There were a few other people in 
the church who were treated with the same slight distancing by the 
glow. He had decided that those were people who had not given 
themselves to the god.

"Interesting," said Little John as he considered what his brother 
had said. He added, "I'm sure that Beth will be interested in 
learning about that. Any guesses as to why the presence of God is 
different in the two churches?"

Shocked at the nature and subject of the discussion, Dr. Grundy 
asked, "Are you telling me that you can see God?"

"Yes," answered William with a curt nod before turning back to 
Little John. He answered, "I think it is the differences in the two 
ways of worship. In the Catholic religion, the church is the bridge 
between God and worshipper. In the Baptist religion, each person 
has an individual relationship with God."

Leroy nodded as he listened and, after a glance at Linda, said, "It 
seems reasonable to me. At least, that's how my father talks about 
God."

The Grundy family sat at the table wondering about the discussion. 
The flat claim of being able to see God didn't sit well with them. 
The discussion offended Dr. Grundy more than he thought it 
would.  Mrs. Grundy, far more religious than her husband, was 
ready to go ballistic. Barely able to restrain her anger, she asked, 
"Do you see God all the time?"

Realizing that things weren't going well, Little John was waving 
his hands trying to let his family know that they should change the 
topic of discussion. He had already determined that Mrs. Grundy, 
much like the literary character of the same name, had a very well 
defined sense of propriety. Ed answered, "I know that it is hard to 
believe, but all of the children with the exception of Betsy seem to 
have an affinity for the powers that be. I have met the Two-Sided 
One, Kelly has met the Goddess, Catherine has met the Goddess, 
and Oliver has met all the Druid Gods and Goddesses."

As Mrs. Grundy getting ready to leave in a fit of anger, Leroy said, 
"My father is a very religious man and very well respected among 
many religious leaders. He would tell you that the children speak 
true."

Indignant that the black man would bring his father into the 
discussion as though it would actually matter, she asked, "And just 
who is your father?"

Afraid that all chances of being with Susan were over, Little John 
answered, "My grandfather is the Reverend Leroy Jones." 

Mrs. Grundy sat back in her chair in shock at the announcement. 
She knew all about the Reverend Leroy Jones and had heard him 
speak at her church. His efforts to extend understanding across 
religious and racial boundaries had received national and 
international attention. She had heard that he met frequently with 
the Pope. Weakly, she muttered, "Oh my."

Seeing her mother's anger abate, Susan suggested, "You know that 
we are surrounded by Druids. Maybe they know what they are 
talking about when they speak of Gods."

Little John was still waving frantically for someone to change the 
topic of conversation.  Ling decided to help out and said, "Betsy, I 
want to hear more about the race that you won today."

"I heard about it on the radio," said William looking over at his 
little sister. He grinned at reaction to the news that she had been on 
the radio and said, "They let her run because she asked them so 
politely. They didn't think she would go more than a hundred yards 
so they told her that she could. Needless to say, they were 
surprised when she won." 

Happy to be the center of attention, Betsy wiggled in her seat and 
said, "Yes. It was the five thousand meats race."

Leroy winked at Dr. Grundy and explained, "It was the five 
thousand meter race."

"So what is a meater?" asked Betsy. The name of the race didn't 
make sense to her at all and she wasn't going to be able to 
remember the name until she understood what it meant.

Susan answered, "A meter is about forty inches. Five thousand 
meters is about three miles. So you ran a three mile race."

Betsy looked puzzled for a minute. She wasn’t quite sure what a 
mile was. Finally, she asked, "So that's a long way?"

"Yes, that's a very long way," answered Ling shaking her head. 
Seeing that her daughter's plate was nearly empty, she piled 
another serving of food on it knowing that Betsy would have a 
huge appetite after the energy that she had expended.

"I guess that's why no body wanted to talk to me during the race," 
said Betsy as her face brightened. She had thought that the other 
runners were being rude because she was so small. Her parents 
reacted with smiles and shakes of their heads. Seeing the food on 
her plate, Betsy went back to eating satisfied with the attention that 
she had received. She was very hungry, but it had been so much 
fun running with the other people around the track. 

The conversation around the table had died. Feeling a little off 
balance by the sudden quiet, Mrs. Grundy said, "I understand that 
you have another daughter. Where is she?"

Kelly answered, "Beth is on a field trip to Washington DC and the 
surrounding areas. The official reason for the trip is to give some 
of the sixth year students a chance to talk to people within the 
government. However, Beth is interested in architecture and went 
along to look at the buildings."

"Architecture? How old is she?" asked Dr. Grundy. Despite having 
a child prodigy of his own, he was still surprised that a child would 
have an interest in architecture. 

"She's nine and is finishing high school this year," answered Kelly 
proud of her daughter.

Ling sighed before she said, "All of the kids except Betsy are 
finishing high school this year."

Mrs. Grundy understood the sigh. Her daughter was ten and about 
to leave for college soon. She said, "It's heartbreaking when the 
kids are so advanced. One day you wake up and they are leaving 
for college. You have so little time with them."

"You're so right," said Linda looking across the table at William. 

Ling looked over at Little John and sighed. It seemed to her like it 
had been yesterday when she had given birth to him. The idea that 
he would be leaving home already nearly broke her heart, but there 
was no way that she would prevent him from growing at the rate 
he required. At least she would still have Betsy around the house 
after the other children were gone.  

Dr. Grundy asked, "So what colleges are they going to attend?"

William answered, "I'm going to the Native American College for 
a year and then returning here for the next four years."

Little John answered, "Beth and I are going to live on the 
reservation for a year before returning here to continue with 
college."

Glancing over at Linda, Mrs. Grundy asked, "Reservation?"

"Yes, the Reservation," answered Linda. She said, "John felt it was 
important for the children to experience their Native American 
heritage."

"I can see that William is half Indian, but John appears to be Ling's 
son. What Indian heritage does John have?" asked Mrs. Grundy. 
She had not said anything before about the racial mix around the 
table, but it bothered her a little. She wasn't sure that she wanted 
her daughter dating a boy who was Chinese even though his 
oriental features were very subdued. She was counting on her 
daughter's youth to grow out of that relationship.

Giving a half wink at Linda at the use of the term Indian, Ed 
answered, "John Carter was very active in the affairs of Native 
Americans. He funded the Native American College and Linda's 
tribe has adopted all of our children."

William watched Mrs. Grundy and how she reacted to different 
people seated around the table. It was obvious to him that she 
wasn't entirely comfortable talking with Linda, Ling, and Leroy. 
He said, "The racial mix at the table bothers you, doesn't it?"

Little John, Susan, and Dr. Grundy flinched upon hearing the 
question. Surprised at being questioned by the young boy, Mrs. 
Grundy answered, "No."

The fact that Ed grimaced as the lie grated upon his nerves did not 
go unnoticed by William. Shaking his head, he said, "Don't lie. It 
hurts my father to hear lies."

Mrs. Grundy sat up straight with an indignant look on her face at 
being corrected by the boy. There were times when a little white 
lie was necessary to avoid unpleasant topics. She was about to say 
something to the young man when Ed interjected, "William, we 
can discuss this later."

"I know we can, but we shouldn't discuss this later. If she doesn't 
accept my brother now, then there will always be a problem in his 
relationship with Susan," replied William. The set expression on 
his face conveyed that he wouldn't be denied.

"They are our guests," countered Kelly.

"They are my future in-laws," countered William.

"You seem rather confident of that," said Mrs. Grundy with a 
frown. He echoed her worst fears.

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. My big brother has 
met the love of his life. Both statements are fact," replied William 
with such absolute certainty that Mrs. Grundy was rendered 
speechless. 

Almost as if on cue, Betsy piped up to fill the silence that 
followed. "He's never wrong."

Mrs. Grundy looked around the room at the other adults and 
expressed her disbelief, "Oh come on."

Little John looked over at Ed hoping that his father would find a 
way to change the topic of conversation. With a grin at his son, Ed 
said, "He's never wrong. He even predicted your daughter meeting 
our son."

Scoffing, Mrs. Grundy retorted, "What else did he predict?"

William looked off into the distance for a moment and then a smile 
crossed his face. He answered, "There will be a news story in 
about ten minutes that an assassination attempt on the President 
has just been prevented."

The announcement was greeted with incredulity on the part of 
everyone around the table. Even the family, well familiar with his 
prophetic quips, was surprised that he would be so specific. Seeing 
the looks on everyone's faces, William said, "Momma Ling, you'll 
be very proud of Beth. She was fantastic."

Accepting what his son had said, Ed realized what his son had 
implied. He frowned and asked, "What about Captain Jones?"

"He took down the assassin. Beth took down the President."

"I've got to see this," commented Ling as she stood up to go into 
the living room. 

Everyone followed her to the living room. Dr. and Mrs. Grundy 
gave each other looks as if they couldn't believe that the adults 
were taking the boy seriously. Everyone, with the exception of 
Betsy, settled into the couches located around the room and turned 
to face the television. 

Almost to the minute of when William had predicted, the normal 
news broadcast was interrupted with a tape of events that had just 
happened at a Washington DC hotel. A reporter announced that an 
assassin had tried to kill the President while he was addressing a 
group of students from the Druid College. 

The family watched as a tape of the event was broadcast. It started 
with the President standing at a podium reading a speech from a 
teleprompter. Standing next to the President were a few students 
from the Druid College including Beth. It was easy to tell that the 
little girl wanted to wave to the camera, but she maintained her 
dignity. 

A few seconds into the tape, Beth moved and the President fell 
down to the floor. Even as the Secret Service reacted to her 
actions, the teleprompter exploded as a bullet struck it. A Secret 
Service Agent went down as others dove to cover the President 
with their bodies. 

The camera panned to catch a shot of Captain Jones throwing a 
man around the room. For a split second, a gun was clearly visible 
in the hand of the assassin. After a blow to the arm, the gun flew 
across the room.

The pair of men was buried under a pile of Secret Service agents 
almost immediately. Chaos reigned as people scrambled for the 
gun and to control the assassin. The Secret Service men at the front 
of the room were hustling the President away while carrying Beth 
off to the side. She twisted out of their grasp and disappeared 
behind a wall of her fellow classmates. Seconds later, a rather 
bruised Captain Jones appeared and took his place next to Beth. 

Ed smiled upon seeing his assistant show up beside Beth and said, 
"Captain Jones looks a little worse for wear, but he's beside Beth 
protecting her."

"He still moves without broadcasting a sense of authority, but he's 
improving," commented Ling with a small smile as she thought 
about what she would cover during his training over the next few 
weeks. 

"He took down a trained killer, evaded a number of Secret Service 
Agents, and made it to the side of Beth to protect her. What more 
do you want?" asked Ed looking over at his wife puzzled.

"He's going to have a black eye that he could have avoided," 
answered Ling. She shrugged and added, "He should have just 
killed the man and been done with it."

Ignoring the brutal ease with which her wife was talking about 
killing someone, Kelly said, "Beth did well."

"Yes. Too bad we couldn't see what she did to drop the President 
so quickly. If I had to guess, I'd say that she kicked him behind his 
knees," said Ling with a nod of approval. 

The television stopped showing the tape and the content was 
replaced by an inane talking head -- an individual who called 
himself a reporter, but missed the mark by a long shot. For the next 
five minutes, they listened to wild speculation that totally 
misrepresented what they had seen on the tape. Disgusted at the 
quality of the coverage, Ed said, "Turn it off."

Dr. Grundy asked, "That was your daughter standing next to the 
President?"

Kelly smiled and nodded. Leroy answered, "Yes, that was Beth."

Ed's cell phone rang and he stepped out of the room after 
answering it. It was Captain Jones calling to debrief him on the 
events that had just transpired. A half-minute later, Ling's cell 
phone rang. Beth had called to let her mother know that her 
training had come in useful. Ling, after gesturing to Kelly to 
follow her, stepped out of the room to talk with Beth.

Seated next to her husband on one of the couches, Mrs. Grundy 
had watched only the first few seconds of the attempted 
assassination. Once she had realized what was happening, she had 
stared at William the entire time. She was shocked at the fact that 
he had successfully predicted everything that happened. Even after 
everything was over, she was struggling to wrap her mind around 
the events she had witnessed. Leaning forward, she asked, "How 
did you know?"

"I just know some things," answered William keeping direct eye 
contact with the woman. A sly smile came over his face as he 
added, "We can all do it to some degree."

Oliver looked at William, surprised by the boy's statement.  Not 
sure that he understood what William meant, he asked, "What do 
you mean?"

"The Powers That Be only give us gifts that we already possess. 
All thy do is develop them to their full potential in their chosen 
ones," answered William looking over at the Grand Druid as 
though he should already understand that. 

"Are you telling me that anyone can be a healer? Or a prophet?" 
asked Oliver.

"To varying degrees everyone has the capacity to be healers and 
prophets. It is more a question of the degree to which we allow 
ourselves to exercise those abilities."
