SARA, BOOK 2 (13 page)

CHAPTER
26

A Magical Vibrational Match

S
ara yawned broadly, and halfway through her yawn, she remembered to cover her mouth. She looked around at her classmates to
see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to. She looked at her watch, wishing that the day would pass more quickly so
that she could meet with Seth and talk about all the things she had on her list. In only one day, one of her teachers had
talked about Beethoven, the deaf music composer; and Helen Keller, the amazing woman who was blind as well as deaf . . . Sara
couldn’t remember a day where more things that had to do with the five senses had been discussed. She could hardly wait to
meet up with Seth to compare notes.

All of a sudden a truly awful odor reached Sara’s nose. “Ooooo, yuck!” Sara exclaimed, clapping her hand over her mouth and
nose. At the same time, other students were covering their faces, coughing, and gasping at the pungent odor.

“Well,” Mr. Jorgenson said and smiled. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve smelled
that
fragrance.”

“What is that awful smell?” Sara called out.

“Well, if my memory serves me right, I’d say that some rascals over in the science lab have cooked up another batch of rotten-egg
gas. And somehow they’ve managed to get it into the ventilation system.”

Sara wondered how Mr. Jorgensen knew so much so fast about this awful smell. She couldn’t help but think, from the twinkle
she saw in his eye, that he’d cooked up a batch or two of that himself in his younger days.

Then the sound-system speaker in the classroom crackled, as it always did when the principal was about to make an announcement.
“Attention. This is Mr. Marchant. It seems we are experiencing a rather unfortunate incident in the eighth-grade chemistry
lab. There’s no danger present—except to those responsible for this prank, that is.”

Sara laughed.

“This will conclude the school session for today. Teachers are advised to dismiss their classes now. Bus-riding students may
assemble in the loading area in half an hour. All other students may leave the campus now. That’s all.”

Sara leaped from her chair. She was joyous amidst all the hacking and coughing.
Whoops, better
not look too happy,
Sara thought.
They’ll think I
was in on it.

I probably am in on it, in some way,
Sara thought.
This
Law of Attraction
stuff is weird.

Sara left the building with a herd of other students. She searched the crowd, hoping to meet up with Seth so that they could
begin comparing notes. And there was Seth standing by the flagpole, scanning the crowd for Sara. She smiled. “I’m glad you
waited. What have
you
got?”

“Geez, Sara, I feel like we’ve stepped into the
Twilight Zone.
How is it possible that so many unusual things could happen in one day, and that the day just happens to be the one after
Solomon gave us an assignment about the very same thing?”

“I know. Do you think Solomon is behind all of this?”

“It must be something like that, Sara. This has just been the most amazing day I’ve ever lived.” Seth opened his notebook
and began to read.

“First, there was the prism thing,” Sara blurted, too eager to wait for Seth’s first notation.

“Well, for me, that was the second thing,” Seth said. “I sort of stepped in something bad, cutting across Mrs. Thompson’s
lawn, on my way to school.”

Sara burst out laughing. Mrs. Thompson had five big dogs. Sara had stopped cutting across
her
lawn years ago.

“Then the prism thing with Miss Ralph . . . then the sirens.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then, in P.E., there’s this really irritating high-pitched squealing sound. We all heard it, but nobody could figure out
what it was. It was the feedback from Mr. Jewkes’s hearing aid. Did you know Mr. Jewkes wears a hearing aid? Well, he does,
and he had it in his pocket instead of in his ear, so
he
couldn’t hear it. Meanwhile, the rest of us are going nuts.”

Sara giggled. “What else?”

Sara and Seth walked rapidly toward the tree house as Seth continued to turn the pages in his small notebook. They both were
filled with a delicious eagerness to share the events of their separate days.

“Well, that’s the high point for me. Except for that disgusting smell that closed the school. What in the world was that?”

“Mr. Jorgensen said it was rotten-egg gas from the chemistry lab that a few students somehow got into the ventilation system.”

“Nice.” Seth smiled.

Sara couldn’t tell if that was a good nice or a bad nice. She didn’t think Seth would ever do anything destructive or anything
that would cause such a major inconvenience to so many people.

“Ya gotta hand it to ’em. They know how to close down a school,” Seth added. “They’ll probably grow up to be politicians.”

Sara couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“I guess it takes all kinds,” Seth added.

She couldn’t tell if Seth thought these were good kinds or bad kinds.

Sara couldn’t stand it any longer. “What about it, Seth? Would
you
ever put rotten-egg gas in the ventilation ducts?”

Seth was quiet . . . Sara felt uneasy; she hoped that Seth would say, “No, I would never do anything like that.” Sara didn’t
really like all of the rules. And much of what adults had decided, she had concluded at times, was pretty stupid. But when
it came down to it, Sara believed in keeping promises and rules, and she didn’t believe in causing trouble for others—even
if they deserved it.

“Nah,
I
wouldn’t do it,” Seth responded.

Sara felt relief.

“I don’t much care for people who deliberately make trouble for others.”

“Me either,” Sara added, smiling.

“What’s on
your
list?” Seth asked.

“Well, I’ve got some of the same things you do, like the prism and the sirens and the dogs howling. We saw a film about Helen
Keller. That was pretty amazing. Did you know that she couldn’t see
or
hear?”

“Bummer,” Seth said.

“In science class, there’s this sound:
eeekk, eeek,
eeek.
It sounded like it was squeaking in the walls or something. Mrs. Thompson was just going nuts, running all around the room
trying to figure out where it was coming from. She was standing on chairs, putting her ear to the wall. It was wild.”

“What happened?” Seth asked.

“First, she called the janitor, who must be as deaf as Mr. Jewkes because
he
couldn’t hear it at all; and then the maintenance man from the bus garage came in, and he climbed up on all the chairs, and
he
couldn’t figure it out either. And then she asked me to gather up the papers from everyone’s desk, and when I put the papers
on
her
desk, I could hear the sound really loud. It sounded like it was coming from near her desk. So I told them, ‘Hey, it sounds
to me like it’s coming from over here.’”

“What was it?”

“It was her timer, you know, like a kitchen timer? It was in her briefcase, getting squashed or something, and it was beeping
its head off. Mrs. Thompson was so embarrassed.”

Seth laughed hard. “That’s the best one yet!”

“What a great day! I’ve smelled more things today, both good and bad, than I can remember in a whole year. I’ve heard and
seen more odd things than I can ever remember. You don’t think this is going to keep up, and that tomorrow we’ll get our fingerprints
sanded off and find ground glass in our lunch, do you?”

Seth laughed. “Well, so far, it’s been relatively painless. I can’t wait to hear what Solomon has to say about all this.”

Seth and Sara climbed the ladder to the tree house and waited for Solomon. Sometimes he was already there, but recently, he
had been making some rather dramatic entrances after they arrived.

“What I most want Solomon to explain is how it’s possible that all of these weird things are happening in
one
day. Is he doing it to show us?”

Whoooooosh.
Solomon dived down into the tree and landed hard on the platform that Seth and Sara were standing on.

Good afternoon, my fine featherless friends. I trust
you have had an enjoyable day.

“It was an amazing day, Solomon,” Sara began. “You just won’t believe what has happened.”

Oh, I think I might.
Solomon smiled.

“So, you
did
do it, Solomon. You arranged all of these weird things for us to learn more about our physical senses, didn’t you?” Sara asked
with a grin.

I have no idea what you are talking about.
Solomon smiled back.

“Yeah,
right,”
Sara quipped. “I just knew you were behind it.”

Sara, I assure you that I am not the creator of your
experience. I cannot project things into your experience.
Only you can do that. There is no Law of Assertion, only
the
Law of Attraction.

Sara scowled. Somehow she had rather liked the idea of Solomon arranging all of these magical events in their day. She actually
felt a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t take the credit.

Seth was quiet. Sara could see, by the serious look on his face, that he was deep in thought.

Seth began, “So, Solomon, are you saying that you had nothing to do with any of this?”

Well,
Solomon smiled,
I may have influenced you
toward your attraction. As the three of us talked about
the physical senses, we formed a focal point of energy
around that subject. I certainly was instrumental in
helping you focus and, therefore, offer your vibration
about the subject of the physical senses. But it was the
vibration that you two were offering that was responsible
for the things you attracted.

“But Solomon, how can that be? Are you saying that just by listening to you and talking about the five senses,
we made all of those things happen?”

Not entirely. The art teacher had long been planning
to buy that prism. She just hadn’t gotten around to
it. Your interest in the sense of sight added just enough
influence to her plan, which was already set into motion ,
to give her the impulse to go ahead and act on her idea.
The same with the clever chemists who brewed up the
batch of rotten-egg gas. They had been planning that for
weeks. Your focus added just enough impetus to set that
one in motion as well.

In fact, all of those things were about to happen,
and many of them would have happened anyway with
or without your influence.
But without your attention to
them, you would not have been in a vibrational position
to rendezvous with the outcome.

Seth’s eyes shined bright with understanding.

“So my impulse to cut across Mrs. Thompson’s yard was inspired by our conversation.”

That is correct. How many students do you think
burst into the art room to take a look at that prism?

“How many?” Sara asked eagerly.

Two,
Solomon replied.
Only you two, who had
achieved a vibrational match with that.

“I get it,” Sara blurted. “So all of those things were already out there happening, or getting ready to happen, and our attention
just made us meet up with them!”

That’s right.
Solomon smiled.

“And if they’re already teetering on the verge of happening, our attention pushes them over the top?” Seth added.

Right again,
Solomon agreed.

“Geez, Solomon, do you understand how much power that means we have?”

Indeed, I do.

Seth and Sara sat quietly, nearly stunned by this new revelation.

“I guess we can pretty much do good stuff or bad stuff with this power,” Seth added.

That’s true,
Solomon said.
Just remember that in
either case,
you’ll
be right in the middle of it.

“Oh, yeah.” Seth laughed. “That’s something to think about, isn’t it?”

Sara and Seth laughed. Neither Seth nor Sara nor Solomon believed that any of them would ever do anything to make anyone else
uncomfortable.

“The
Law of Attraction
sure is interesting,” Seth said.

“You can say that again,” Sara agreed, sitting back against the tree and sighing heavily under the weight of this awesome
new revelation.

Be easy about all of this,
Solomon said.
Practice
directing your thoughts and watch how quickly your
real-life experience reflects whatever you have imagined.

Let the Universe show you, by what comes back
into your experience, what the primary content of your
thoughts is. We’ll talk more tomorrow. And so, my
vibrational friends, I’ll be off and let you work your
magic. Have fun with this.
And with that, Solomon was gone.

Sara and Seth sat quietly, both deep in their own thoughts.

“Is this fun or what!” Sara exclaimed.

“This is great!”

Solomon made one more low, swift pass past the tree house.

Seth and Sara burst into laughter. “There’s never a dull moment around here,” Seth said.

“I just love it!”