JENNY AND AUNT DORIS DRINK TEA

Part 5 of the Jenny Bucket series

Light between the trees / 2022 / Photo by RCS

Jenny and Will felt freer in Vancouver. They enjoyed exploring the city and each other. By their third day in the city, they felt settled in their love nest at The Sylvia. Well-stocked with everything on Jenny’s shopping list, along with healthy-snacky-things, leftover lunch and dinner containers in the mini-fridge, bottles of fine red wine grown in British Columbia, and several flourishes from Aunt Doris. An electric tea kettle for their room, and fresh flowers delivered daily. Without a schedule to follow, they took long wandering walks through Stanley Park and West End side streets, enjoying the chilly autumn air and tall trees. Her aunt and Jenny began morning lessons on Jenny’s fourth day in the city. Aunt Doris wasn’t born yesterday, as was evinced by her living to the age of 194. With insights on the workings of the human heart few people can claim, she knew the second bloom of youth was one of the most wonder-filled time for people. She’d witnessed love in the air transmitted between her niece and young Will. So many yesteryears rolled through Doris’ thoughts. Remembering countless loving nights with men and women. The joys and comforts of human loving and sensuality, sharing late night whispers and flowing laughter. Although now, she was focused on how best to begin the psychic transmissions to her niece. In the Bucket family lineage, there’s one child in a generation who exhibits the gift, also called the vision. Her niece had already shown the same intuitive and third-eye skills Doris had had at her age. Possibly, Jenny possessed even more powerful and expansive energies. Jenny had confirmed having the ability to access visions from afar, when Doris had contacted her hundreds of miles away, on her second attempt. Aunt Doris had chosen black Chinese silk robes with intricate embroidery to be worn with their tea. One learns how ritual matters. Soft light filled the tea room, as morning lessons got underway. They sipped tea and looked out the window at autumn leaves nudged by the wind. “How do you like the Matcha-Sencha tea blend I sent over?” Aunt Doris asked. “I love the smoky flavor,” Jenny said. “Linda-Lou had a similar type of tea at her place in LA, but not nearly as flavorful.” “I’ll send her some,” Aunt Doris said. “I’m sure I’ll meet her someday.” After tea, they went into the meditation room and once settled on their pillows, meditated for a half hour. Doris tapped a singing bowl next to her, to transition out of the meditative state. Then, she waited a few moments before speaking again. “Tell me Jenny, when you have visions, do they come in the form of words or mind-pictures.” Jenny paused, and found the answer just below the surface of her everyday consciousness. “More than half the time, I see events, people, and places – real or imagined. Some of these events come true weeks, or months later.” In between sips, Aunt Doris asked, “And for the other times?” “I hear a voice, and it’s narrating a story. Either a story happening, or about to happen. It could be an incident between two people, or an event one person is experiencing.” Doris was glad to hear Jenny’s gift was such she accessed both forms of transmission. It made the next section of their lesson more involved, which she enjoyed. And, it would be a challenge to her niece, which is how the human mind best learns to install new habitual programs. After more tea, and a walk in Stanley Park, they resumed Jenny’s first lesson back in the meditation room. “I want you to look into my mind, and feel the mind-heart connection, Jenny,” Aunt Doris said. “Tell me what you find.” With closed eyes and an open mind, Jenny touched her aunt’s mind with her own. Feeling no resistance upon first entering her aunt’s mind, Jenny explored deeper layers and soon found the mind-heart connection. Words, feelings, phrases, names, sensations – filed away as if in a well-lit room with floor to ceiling bookcases, and flowing from Aunt Doris’ heart to Jenny’s. Jenny’s breath slowed down and she found two areas to which she was being guided. The words “tantric breathing,” and “Auntie Bunny” came forward. As if they were books pulled out from a shelf. Settled into herself, Jenny took several deep breaths, then opened her eyes and turned to Aunt Doris. She asked, “Who is Auntie Bunny?”

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