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"No, it wasn't <strong>An</strong>glana pressuring me. Her mind-set is completely Aklan and she claims communication<br />

with Akla Himself but I've done my own study, very careful study. I think the most influential person was father.<br />

You know I've used Morna's recordings of him and I'm sure you've sensed my slow approach to my own decision<br />

about faith and science."<br />

"I haven't been mentally spying on you, Mura."<br />

"I know that but you're my mother and, even without your abilities, you can read me."<br />

"Yes..."<br />

"Morna thinks I'm an idiot."<br />

"Mura, I have never applied that word to your decisions."<br />

"No, Morna, you're too well-mannered."<br />

Mother and daughter shared a warm laugh.<br />

Morna became busy with cross-correlations.<br />

"Mura, this decision means you accept the motive power of the spiritual World in our physical lives.<br />

That's something I've never been able to grasp."<br />

"I think it's because your so intelligent."<br />

"Yet, the Aklan belief is that intelligence is the prime gift of God."<br />

"Yes, but it's also the spiritual attribute that includes free-will."<br />

"So, I'm choosing to use a psychology derived <strong>from</strong> the material world to justify my lack of belief in Akla's<br />

spiritual power?"<br />

"Nice try."<br />

"What?"<br />

"You do believe in the spiritual realm. You just don't believe it has spiritual entities in it. It's just a layer<br />

of morality surrounding all we do, somewhat like plasma."<br />

"Now I'm convinced you're ready to be a mother."<br />

"What?"<br />

"We've spent countless hours together but we've never discussed spirituality in depth. It's always been<br />

about what the Worlds' need. Yet there you are voicing my spiritual belief in words that make even me<br />

understand it better."<br />

"I guess your untiring efforts with me have rubbed off."<br />

It was Morna's turn to offer a laugh. Rednaxela offered his explanation:<br />

"My mother uses the same ability with me. I have yet to equal her insight."<br />

Even <strong>An</strong>glana shared her colorful water-spray of laughter.<br />

Mura took hold of Delva's shoulders and said: "Mother, my beliefs are capable of comforting me if you<br />

decide to let your body die but what would be your own comfort in death?"<br />

"I'm very old, Mura, old enough to have lost the desire to struggle with the Worlds' problems. My<br />

comforts in facing my death are the knowledge that it will give you a child, a form of my immortality, as well as<br />

the comfort of knowing that you have more power than I to influence others and your child will have even more.<br />

But, there is one thing that doesn't comfort me and extending my life wouldn't supply that comfort. You and your<br />

child will still have to struggle, to fight with all you have, to educate the masses and to put up with the immorality<br />

of those corrupted by their will to power."<br />

"Your spirit and Father's will combine and guide me and Akla will help me guide my daughter."<br />

Delva spoke in the liquid tones of <strong>An</strong>glana: "Yes, a daughter, and she will be called Verta—a name<br />

meaning the Comfort of Knowledge."<br />

Morna spoke up: "I can name one more comfort, Delva."<br />

"Oh?"<br />

"I can supply Mura with your image and voice whenever she needs it."<br />

Mura began to sob.<br />

Delva embraced her.<br />

<strong>An</strong>glana began to help them drop the barriers of respect for the other's deepest thoughts and feelings.<br />

A glow began to surround them all.<br />

Delva and Mura rose and approached the water.<br />

As they entered <strong>An</strong>glana's liquid presence, the glow intensified around Delva, becoming a swirl of color—

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