“No. Don’t worry, I didn’t do that and yes, that’s exactly it. I’d definitely like to know exactly what happened,” replied Ed, noticing his oversized and magnificent hands, each finger looking like a baby’s arm.
“I understand. It’s most common in murder cases though, people wanting to know the exact details of who finished them off and why. Some people don’t even know how they were killed. Do you know how and where you met your demise?” replied the Viking with a perfect ‘middle England’ voice, nurtured among many languages over the centuries.
“Yes, a car accident near Dummer in south England.”
“Well, that’ll make things a lot easier. Saves me doing any detective work,” replied Jahani.
“What, like a Viking Sherlock Holmes?” retorted Ed.
“Yes, indeed. Anyway, we need to start with some words. Huayna, Huayna. Can you come in?” bellowed the Viking at the top of his voice towards the door. Soon a small Native American man entered the room and went over to Jahani.
“Huayna, Ed. Ed, Huayna, please meet one another,” stated the Viking as the young man, dressed in a Mexican-looking Clint Eastwood shawl, curled up in a ball on the floor in front of him. Huayna looked at Ed blankly with as much emotion as a roast potato.
“He’s Peruvian and doesn’t speak a word of English. He was a coal miner but his real ability was as an acrobat. I bet you couldn’t get into that position could you?” stated Jahani looking at the small man in front who had suddenly formed himself into a perfect ball.
“I couldn’t. You’re right. Why is he doing it though?” replied Ed.
“Come, get up and sit on him, he won’t feel a thing.”
“Sit on him. Why would I do that?”
“Trust me, just do it. It’s how he got the nickname ‘the chairman’, after all.”
“Whatever,” replied Ed as he got up and sat upon the small man who didn’t even flinch.
“Right, now hold my forearms and start reciting words to me, any words you like.”
“Erm. Well, I won’t even bother asking why. Last time this happened though I had a horrible dream. Is that going to happen again? I need some warning -the headache’s only just going,” replied Ed.
“No, nothing like that. Nothing at all. I just need to make a connection with you on another level. Huayna acts as a conductor for all the psychic energy. It won’t take a minute,” replied the elderly man as Ed reached forward, grabbed his arms and began reciting random words, immediately sensing an electric energy moving between the three of them.
“Ambidextrous, ambient, feeling, supervision, cold, terrified, medium, trough, bacon, meaningful, tenuous, promotion, slouch, hay, farm, journey, Saturday, phobia, trepidation, horn, Monday, watch, wind, fuelled, jelly, trench, ante, antenna, sagged, agent, moon, night, monk, priest, pressing, custard, aubergine, text, skid, perpendicular, science.” Ed was bought to an abrupt halt.
“That’s enough, that’s enough. You can sit on the floor again now. Thanks, Huayna. You were on top form yet again,” stated the Viking ironically, as the small man unravelled himself, stood up, and disappeared from the enclosure.
“If he doesn’t speak English, then how did he know what you were saying?”
“Intuition possibly, more likely though was the fact that I was pointing at the door for him to leave,” replied the Viking, as a big grin broke out into a face expanding smile causing his beard to ripple with the movement.
“Fair enough,” replied Ed, also grinning as Jahani swept his hand over his moustache and down over his long beard as if he was pulling on a rope. Ed was glad to have finally met up with the Viking. He was starting to feel a lot more relaxed in his company and had stopped feeling quite so intimidated. He was certainly a gigantic man with a colossal presence but underneath he seemed to be a gentle heart in the body of a lion.
“Anyway, what did you discover about me with the words?” he asked.
“Nothing. It’s just about opening the channels between us. Seemingly pointless but equally important in the grander scheme.”
“Well that’s good to know. What happens now? What can you do for me and what can I learn about this whole situation from you? I’ve come to understand you are the ‘go to’ guy for information in here, is that correct?”
“I’ve got to be honest with you, Ed. There’s not a lot I can do for you this time round. You’ll need to come back after another transience and then we can start to control things a little bit more. There are a few things you need to know. These are all very important points if we are to move on. You will need to kill yourself within two miles of where you originally died. It’s important that you kill yourself and are not accidentally killed by an external influence. At the moment of death you need to be focussing on an object in your possession which you need to bring back with you. It can be anything, a dog collar, bow, anything. It’s really important you focus on that object and try to stay consciously aware after death and during the first moments of the transience. Then when you come back to me, I can work on getting you back to approximately that same spot each time for you to find out a little more about your death. Unfortunately, all I can do this time is help out with trying to make you more agile on the other side. There is something we can do for that to ensure you are not a tortoise again or a snail or some such thing.’