Arrows of Time - Kim Falconer [62]
‘My first thought is that souls aren’t coming through,’ he said, a little dizzy from the quantum journey. ‘That’s my best guess at this point.’
‘Explain.’
‘The most likely cause of cessation of births in this world is lack of available souls for incarnation. There is a safety measure in place, you know—otherwise there’d be billions of rudderless ships, as it were.’
‘I don’t follow.’
Do I give the long or the short version? He sighed. ‘Think of it this way, Caller. Everything is energy and all energy vibrates at a particular frequency. Energy also cannot be made or unmade. It simply is.’
‘What’s this got to do with it?’
‘Do you think the sex act creates a new person? It doesn’t. It’s merely a magnet that constellates being. brings together the molecules that form a new body, a habitat—something for a soul to dwell in.’
‘I still don’t follow.’
Long version, then…‘We know that energy is always moving into manifest formation, through it and out again.’
‘Manifest form in this case, being a body?’
‘You can think of it that way, yes. There’s a link, like a beacon, that the soul uses to find its new placement. When that happens, the body materialises from the sex act, which is not only DNA recombination but a “vibrational” alignment. When the DNA, energy vibration and soul match, a pregnancy occurs. A child is born, and the soul jumps in. Actually, the soul jumps in before birth usually, but that’s the basic order of things. Does that make sense?’
‘It’s not quite what the mystery schools teach, but also not so different. I follow. You’re saying that there are no souls hovering about to trigger any new bodies, hence no reproduction?’
‘That’s about it, though I am not certain yet. It’s a calculated guess. There are other possibilities too.’
‘There’re plenty of animals reproducing.’
‘That would suggest plenty of animal intention souls.’
She nodded, cupping her tea with both hands.
Jarrod closed his eyes for less than a blink. ‘Tell me, Caller,’ he asked. ‘Are there deaths?’
She frowned. ‘No more than usual.’
‘But no less?’ Jarrod watched her expression as she struggled with the concept. He was perplexed by it himself. If energy always moved into form, through form and out of form, why was it only going one way here? Why only out of form and not into it?
‘No less death,’ she answered. ‘Can you tell me why this is happening?’
‘I’ll need to investigate further.’
‘I suggest you get started immediately.’
She drained her teacup and stood, calling in the guard. She patted Jarrod’s shoulder and mouthed the words thank you before her face turned sour as if she’d tasted bitter fruit. ‘I’d hoped for more from you—solutions, cures, explanations. You’ve only given me riddles to ponder.’
Jarrod hid his surprise. She certainly was paranoid. ‘I’ll know more soon,’ he replied. He leaned towards her, extending his hand. ‘May I have your leave to explore the city and talk with your people? I may need to travel as well.’
She waved the question away. ‘Do what you must, if you think it will help. I’ll expect you back soon with a substantial result.’
He didn’t move.
‘You may go,’ she said.
‘There is still the matter of my friends.’
She gave him a quizzical look. ‘Your friends?’
‘My travelling companions. They didn’t arrive with me. You said you might know something?’
The Caller motioned the guard out, though the door remained open and he stood well within earshot. ‘Did I say that?’ She chuckled, running a hand over her close-cropped hair.
Jarrod waited for her mirth to subside.
‘They never arrived,’ she said, humour still dancing in her eyes. ‘You must have lost them before you got here.’
‘Rosette?’ Shane whispered.
She turned to him, the breeze lifting long strands of hair. Her lips curved into a smile as she gazed back over the valley. ‘What’s that, Shane?’
‘Can I thank you now?’
She laughed. ‘You may. We’re above Corsanon, safe and sound.’ She’d dismounted, holding the reins lightly as her horse’s head drooped, eyes half shut. The mare cocked