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bodhisattvas : sometimes simply being in their presence is all it takes to help other humans wake up and remember who they really are.
    And he’s four, I thought. Imagine when he’s finished his training?
    At midday each orphan was given a plastic bowl filled with sloppy vegetable curry and a piece of naan bread. Obi seemed totally at home, cross-legged on the floor, scooping up veggies with his bread. Now and then he flashed us a secretive smile from behind his hand, then went on chatting with his new big sisters.
    “It’s like he never left,” I said to Reubs. “He’s just fitted right back into India.”
    I’m not proud of this, but I felt jealous. We’d only been on Earth a few hours, but already I could feel him being pulled away from me. Obi had rejoined the human world in a way I never could.
    “He’s had a lot of Indian lifetimes,” Reuben pointed out. “That must count for something.”
    I remembered Obi listening to India’s beating heart. I’d seen it in his face then, a deep longing, but a longing for what?
    I looked up to see what Brice was making of all this, but he was at the window watching the street.
    “What’s he looking at?” I murmured.
    “Potholes,” Reuben said quietly. “He’s looking out for potholes.”
     

Chapter Eight
    A ll we had to do was wait for the monks.
    “Miss Dove did say finding bodhisattvas isn’t an exact science,” I sighed to Reubs on the third day. “Maybe some of the stars are in the wrong positions or whatever.”
    He and Brice were messing about, picking the nuts out of the angel trail mix, throwing them up and catching them in their mouths, but Brice eventually got bored.
    “Who’s for a game of cards?” he asked hopefully.
    I don’t want you to think we were just playing cards. We did make ourselves useful. We filled the orphanage with celestial vibes, setting up cosmic shields to keep them at the optimum level (well, the optimum level possible in a war zone).
    Faced with a semi-derelict building overflowing with disturbed war orphans, it might seem that just raising vibes is a tragically inadequate thing to do. Let me tell you, the results were like, i nstant !
    TWO local businesses donated cash the very next day, enough to fix the orphanage’s dodgy plumbing and buy new blankets for the kids!
    Mr Allbright is always telling us, “When you change the energy of a situation, you are literally rewriting reality!” Now it was finally sinking in. This stuff WORKS!
    On the fourth day, with no sign of the monks, Brice and Reuben went into town and volunteered their services to the local angels. The Kashmiri Earth angels were over the moon to have a child bodhisattva in their town. A few of them actually came over to peep at him while he was sleeping. One of the angel girls generously brought Kashmiri-style nibbles. “I thought you’d be getting bored of trail mix,” she said shyly.
    Lalla wore the complicated forehead jewellery I’d seen on human girls on our walk across town. Her clothes were traditional Kashmiri clothes, a kaftan-style dress smothered in gold embroidery over silk harem-style pants. She didn’t say a lot, but her vibe was so friendly I felt like I knew her really well already.
    We stuffed our faces with yummy flat bread and dips, while the Earth angels filled us in on the local situation. They told us the PODS presence had stepped up just before we arrived, then mysteriously died down again soon afterwards.
    After our visitors left, we sat chatting in the kitchen. Periodically one of us would peep into the dormitory to check on Obi.
    The orphanage was in total darkness except for the glimmer of hurricane lamps here and there. Like the majority of Indian towns, ours got power cuts most nights.
    We were trying to figure out if the Dark Agencies had really given up or if they were just playing mind games. I thought they’d ditched the idea of snatching Obi as soon as they realised Brice was part of his divine security. “Whatever