She knows the touch of women and the slow, even background hum of power in the skein.Allie suppresses a shudder.Your skein, says Mother Eve.You are suffering.Jocelyn cannot speak above a whisper.I’m not supposed to talk about it.But the drugs don’t work as well anymore.I didn’t know who else to come to.I’ve seen you on the internet.Please heal me and make me normal.Please let me be normal.All I can do, says Mother Eve, is take your hand, and we will pray together.This is a very difficult situation.No one’s examined this girl, or given Allie advice about what her problem is.Skein deficiencies are very difficult to correct.Jocelyn nods and puts her hand into Allie’s.Our Mother, she says, above us and within us.You alone are the source of all goodness, all mercy and all grace.May we learn to do Your will, as You express it to us daily through Your works.While she speaks, Allie is feeling out the patches of darkness and light in Jocelyn’s skein.She could clear some of the muck in the channels here and here.Allie gives a little push.More than she’d usually do, but this girl doesn’t have enough sensitivity to feel what exactly she’s doing, probably.Allie gives another three short, hard pushes.The thing is sparkling now.Thrumming like an engine.I can feel it.Her skein is humming steadily, evenly.She can feel that she’s working properly, for the first time ever.She is too shocked to cry.She says, I can feel it.Not my will but Hers be done.They breathe in and out in unison once, twice, three times.Jocelyn says, What shall I do now?I’m shipping out tomorrow.My mom sent me there because it looks good, but I won’t really be in danger.No chance of getting into trouble, she says.Maybe she should get into trouble.Mother Eve says, You need have no fear now.Jocelyn nods again.Thank you.Mother Eve kisses her on the crown of the head and gives her the blessing in the name of the Great Mother, and she goes down to the party.

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