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The ti a va not unpleasant Also, since my rebirth as a vampire, I have found I need little rest, an hour&039;s nap here and there Even when the sun is high in the daylight sky, ain I attribute this to the fact that I used pri about my trans-formation

And a few drops of Paula&039;s child&039;s blood

I, like Seymour, have the influence of it in my life

I drive to Joshua Tree National Monuh in the sky The park is large, and I have no idea where Paula sat when the brilliant blue light came out of the sky and blessed her Only that she sat on a bluff watching the sunset After the blue light left and the sun rose the next er

"The Joshua trees around me--they were all taller"

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure So before"

I park in a spot that catches ht, as it pours over me, seems to seep into the crown of my head, and I aas when I escaped a nuclear explo?sion by filling h into the sky As I prowl the sandy terrain a the Joshua trees that stand like sentinels frohten It is alround, and that possibility fills me with excitement To fly up with the stars and escape the prison of loith a h thenition of it is immediate I do not even have to take note of the tall surrounding trees to confir of tranquility, of sanctity even, radiates froatop the bluff where I am convinced Paula conceived her child I lift my arms to the stars "Suzama!" I call "Shohat you saw!" There is no answer, at least no obvious one Yet I aue, and I sit down to close my eyes and meditate with the rhythht is pouring, not from above, but frohts of wonder and terror at the feet of a tender clairvoyant, who saw not only the birth of God, but the death as well There was, of course, a reason Suza, and perhaps I was a part of that reason

When I arrived in Egypt, it was fifty years after the death of Lord Krishna, fifty years into the dark age, as to beco the trail of adventurous merchants, who traveled the Far East thousands of years before Marco Polo was born, I arrived in an Egypt that to my eyes was infinite in splendor and riches Truth?fully, it overwhelh I was also relieved to be out of India, where Yaksha was in thevaht sun was hard on a young va into the enchanted city on the back of a camel, I had to keep my head covered withevery ounce of ht of the Great Pyraer than the present-day pyramid that bears the same name, filled me onder Covered with shiny white ivory and capped with glistening gold, it stole ht rays heatedblood was to escape into its dark interior, rest, and try to forget the ht it more than a coincidence that one of the first people I ical city was Suzah priestess that day Only sixteen, with long dark hair and eyes as bright as they were kind, she wore a slave&039;s si over the bank of the Nile to collect water in a large clay jar On ht she seelanced over her shoulder at me, almost as if she felt me approach Later she was to tellAs our eyes met, my heart beat faster I could remember no dream I&039;d had about her, but I knew her face was one I would never forget awake or asleep

Suzah she would have been considered attractive in any age or place Her allure came fro beauty, , not repul?sive It was as if she had witnessed a thousand lives of suffering and come to a realization that tran?scended mortal acceptance She was both saintly and sensual Her lips so generous, she had only to smile to make you feel kissed I loved her when I saw her, and until then I had never loved anyone on sight, except for Krishna hi

"I am called Suza her rily, and splashed some on my dusty face The Nile was cool and sweet in those days I don&039;t knohat has become of it now "I am new here"

But Suzama shook her head "You have always been here" Then she touched her heart and I saw tears in her eyes "I know you, Sita You have great power"

This was s from inside herself, not from outside Indeed, later, I came to believe the entire world was a dream to her Yet paradoxically it could still cause her intense pain Her deepest feelings were enigmatic, dispassionately unattached, but at the same time passionately involved When she took my hand and led me in the direction of her fael Yet I did not know that for the next three and a half years, I would hardly ever leave her sight Her un, but soon it would hit like a bolt of lightning And I would be her thunder