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One O tribe of spirits and of men, if you are able to slip through the parameters of the skies and the earth, then do so. You shall not pass through them save with my authority. Koran ‘The cancer is terminal,” Felicia Brown said, fighting back tears. “God, Ted, what am I going to do? Jim’s too young to die now. Our daughter is just a baby, she won’t even remem- ber him.” Ted Rice listened in sympathy and took his friend’s hand. Sitting beside her in his living room, he paused in the quiet of the evening and searched for the right words. “It’s hard to understand why God lets these things happen,” Ted said, “but there has to be a purpose that those of us down here just don’t perceive. You love him and need him in your life on this earthly plane, I know. But it may be that Jim has fulfilled his mission here, and his higher self real- izes it’s time to ascend to the spiritual world. All things must work for the good, Felicia, we’ ve got to believe that’s true.” It wasn’t much comfort right now, Ted realized, but there was little else he could say. Felicia was still emotionally stunned. Her usual bearing, as an attractive, vivacious young woman whose profession kept her in the public eye, was gone, and Ted empathized deeply with the pain of the fright- ened, numb, exhausted woman who now sat slumped on the couch beside him. “TI remember the day you warned me about this,” Felicia sighed, shaking her head slowly. “That was the first time I came to you for a psychic reading. I didn’t believe anything you said, not about the baby and certainly not about Jim.”