Channeling Stories

I walked into a small meditation room that was draped in soft pastels, flute music droned from an invisible speaker nearby. As I expected, a small indoor water fountain was plugged into a nearby socket and spewed recycled liquid tranquility. I was about to meet the great spirit Marguerite, a long dead, fifteenth century Queen as channeled via a forty-something housewife turned psychic, named Paula.Paula was quietly quirky...

Lady Lydia Hoyt-Moore stifled a sigh and fanned herself with the program from her friend's musical. Lord, how I hate these insipid gatherings, she thought and adjusted her skirts. She smiled over at Dowager Meredith Rawlings, the matriarch responsible for those putting on this despicable show. The term friend was loosely bandied around; hardly anyone had any true friends. They were all 'friends', or public acquaintances....