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           Withinthemutualawareness,theyounggirlsaid,“Yes,thatishowIam.”

           Jessicacouldonlyacceptthewords,notrespondtothem.

           “You’llhaveitallsoon,Jessica,”theinwardimagesaid.

           Thisishallucination,Jessicatoldherself.

           “Youknowbetterthanthat,”theinwardimagesaid.“Swiftlynow,donotfightme.Thereisn’tmuchtime.We....”Therecamealongpause,then:“Youshould’vetoldusyouwerepregnant!”

           Jessicafoundthevoicethattalkedwithinthemutualawareness.“Why?”

           “Thischangesbothofyou!HolyMother,whathavewedone?”

           Jessicasensedaforcedshiftinthemutualawareness,sawanothermote-presencewiththeinwardeye.Theothermotedartedwildlyhere,there,circling.

           Itradiatedpureterror.

           “You’llhavetobestrong,”theoldReverendMother’simage-presencesaid.

           “Bethankfulit’sadaughteryoucarry.Thiswould’vekilledamalefetus.

           Now...carefully,gently...touchyourdaughter-presence.Beyourdaughter-presence.Absorbthefear...soothe...useyourcourageandyourstrength...

           gentlynow...gently....”

           Theotherwhirlingmotesweptnear,andJessicacompelledherselftotouchit.

           Terrorthreatenedtooverwhelmher.

           Shefoughtittheonlywaysheknew:“Ishallnotfear.Fearisthemindkiller....”

           Thelitanybroughtasemblanceofcalm.Theothermotelayquiescentagainsther.

           Wordswon’twork,Jessicatoldherself.

           Shereducedherselftobasicemotionalreactions,radiatedlove,comfort,awarmsnugglingofprotection.

           Theterrorreceded.