A PEEK INTO THE BOOK:

Chapter 1

         ...Suddenly Shirlè felt a powerful "pull" to go into a thrift shop they had just passed. It was so strong and definite, she felt compelled to obey the urge. She had never experienced anything like it in her life...A man in a blue shirt sat at a desk near the electronics section. Shirlè looked him over. Mid or late forties, she figured. Shoulder length dark hair, sallow complexion, straight nose, thin lips - and the eyes, unremarkable except for the large, dark irises - Italian perhaps? She wandered about, looking at housewares. What had drawn her here, she wondered - and so powerfully!
         Meanwhile, Mike headed for the electronics section, more to his interest. He had to pass the man at the desk, who kept working at his papers. As a mathematician teaching at a university in Vancouver, Mike couldn’t help noticing strange writing and what were obviously equations.
         "What are you doing?" he asked, fascinated. "What are those equations?"
         "They’re not of this world," the man said without looking up from his papers.
         Shirlè, now close by, overheard. "Dear God, a nut," she said to herself.
         The man seemed to have read her thoughts. He turned, faced her, and smiled. While Mike probed the man for explanations of his mathematics, Shirlè went looking for something, anything, to buy. When she finally settled on a knickknack, the man was at the counter, waiting. She put down a bill.
         "What’s your name?" she asked.
          "Frank."
         "So Frank, when are they going to take me?"
         The man kept a straight face. "I’ll find out," he said, and handed her the change.
         As they left the shop, Mike could contain himself no longer. "Good God," he said, "The math he was doing, made my knowledge look primitive. I feel I know nothing now."
         But Shirlè was not hearing him. She was lost in thought. She had asked that question half jokingly. Now she wondered—could it be possible? A real alien? An extraterrestrial?

Chapter 5

         They were alone in the shop. Frank studied her intently. "Now," he said, "we want you to gather people of your vibration."
         "I don’t understand," said Shirlè.
         "People of your vibration," he answered as he sat down facing her, "are your soul group—those who came to Earth when you did. They would all be 'going home.'"
         "How many are there?" asked Shirlè.
         "About 30,000 people," he said.
         Shirlè was silent, dumbfounded.
          "They’re like you," he continued. "Just ordinary people. Let me see the disk I gave you."
         She handed it to him. He studied it—then faced her squarely. "You must gather together those of your vibration," he repeated, his voice soft and kind, "and raise their awareness."

The Floating City of Sirius - Shilè Klein-Carsh