Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 113
“God’s honest truth,” Dylan said, settling into one of the
chairs on the side to enjoy the show.
“What do you think he’s doing?” asked Astrid.
“That’s what we called you to find out,” said Richard.
“You know for sure he’s in Heaven?”
“No. But we found one of his books open to the passage
in Heaven and Hell where the ’Borg describes the Akashic
records neighborhood.”
“He doesn’t call it that, dufus,” said Astrid.
“No, but you know the general vicinity I mean.”
“I know it. That’s helpful. Do you know what this angel’s
body he’s in looks like?”
Richard shuffled nervously. “No.”
Dylan piped up helpfully. “He will be totin’ an avocada.”
Richard rolled his eyes, but Astrid nodded vigorously.
“Good, that’s really good. Can’t be too many angels carrying
avocados around. I’ll tune in to that.” Then she paused,
her face screwed up into a puzzle. “Why an avocado?”
“Beats us,” said Dylan. “But he had a whole fridge full of
the suckers. Gotta be involved somehow.”
“Speaking of avocados, I’ll go make some snacks.
Guacamole, anyone?” asked Brian. A cheer went up all
around. Brian smiled and headed for the kitchen.
Astrid turned to Kat. “What can you tell me about your
brother’s energy?”
Kat considered a moment. “He’s got horrendous ADD.
He’s a computer programmer, but can’t sit still for a
moment. He works at home—”
“’Nuff said,” Astrid proclaimed, dismissing her with a
wave. “Let’s take a look.”
She pulled over her head one edge of the cloth draped
around her neck until the corners of it met the black cloth
covering the altar. Like a hill of bumpy blackness, she quivered
beneath the cloth as she entered into her ecstasy.