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Soul Healer
Cory sitting on the carpet in his bedroom thinking about the only one he’d really miss. Ben, his best friend, a born-again Christian invited him to come to see a faith-healer so he could be “delivered” from the voices. But Cory had absolutely NO use for a god who’d made him gay and fat — especially a god who hated gays
The “magic pills” should take effect soon. The man in black told him they would work. He would hear and see only beautiful things. He washed down the pills in several ounces of his step-father’s gin. He was taking no chances.
Before he knew it, Cory found himself naked in a room where smoke in shades of lime, cobalt, fuchsia, and violet rose and swirled around him and the woman. Her robe and hair shimmered and swirled around her though no breeze touched him.
“Why am I naked?”
“You deserted your mortal tent before you were ready to move into your eternal home.”
“You mean I’m dead?”
“No one fully dies. The outer shell will wear out or be destroyed.”
“Oh God!”
“He’s listening. He hears your every word, thought and emotion. He feels everything you do.”
“Who are you?”
“Your soul-healer. I was sent to prepare you.”
