Flying High

Cate: Cate calling Goldilocks. Come in Goldilocks, over

Goldilocks: (surprise and relief) Cate, is that you? I mean is it really you? I've been trying to contact you for days. I'd about given up hope. We thought the Enemy had devoured you.

Cate: It's really me, Goldilocks. And I am wonderful. Even better I'm still flying from Camp Allen. What an awesome seven days in May. I didn't want it to end. I think I'm really getting this Release Technique for the first time. I mean really getting it.

Goldilocks: That's wonderful, Cate, but you realize you're making an old man of me with these long hiatuses without even an inkling or a clue where you've disappeared to?

Cate: I'm sorry, Goldilocks, it was a secret mission and I couldn't even tell you the actual dates. Sorta like D-day I guess. The Enemy would have loved to have gotten a spy in that room to ferret out all our secrets.

Goldilocks: I wouldn't worry, Cate. The Enemy doesn't have a clue what you're doing. Correction, He knows what you're doing, He just doesn't have a clue how you're doing it.

Cate: You know, Goldilocks, it's wonderful not to identify with the body or the mind. You get to that place where there are no problems, worries, or anything else. It just is. Larry calls it a mental orgasim and I was there, experiencing it for the firs time. It was so joyful and peaceful, I just want everyone to experience and know about what happened at Camp Allen, Texas.

Goldilocks: Gee, maybe I should go the next time.

Cate: But you know, Goldilocks, this retreat was different than the others. I suppose because I am at a much higher level than a year ago or even six months ago. I really wanted to come back. I was ready to face the world and all its negativity with what I had heard and understood. I felt like I was ready. I had all the ammo under my belt particularly the joy and peace. And that feeling of joy did not dissapate after 24 or 48 hours. It remained. I would wake up in joy many many mornings and it carried me. Even when the Enemy tried to bring me down with a week's worth of laryngitis, the joy still lingered in the background, like a soft aura surrounding me. It was wonderful.

Goldilocks: (softly) guess there's not too much I can say is there? You know who you are and that is all that matters.

Cate: But I still have certain frustrations that just won't go away. I'm not there yet, almost, but not quite. (pause) We can still talk, right? I promise I'll be more faithful.

Goldilocks: (lost in thought) Hmmm...oh, sure. Whatever you want. But there will come a day, when you won't need me to figure things out. You'll just know, like you did at Camp Allen. Well, now that I know you're safe and sound, I need to report to HQ. My butt has been in a sling since you've been gone and it'd be nice to be able to sit down, relax and contemplate a few things. Talk to you soon. Goldilocks out.