this is not sondra, i'm informed. this is jesus. jesus i whispered but sondra's jewish. louise just smiled. so, jesus said you're wondering if this is real. jesus spoke in sondra's voice but an okay -- octave lower and she arrested the blade before contacts so that the blows became taps. i was being knighted i was a mother father of the division. jesus kept talking murmuring just for me. my knees hurt, my legs were asleep. i was afraid i wouldn't be able to get up. what jesus was saying she explained was private, personal, a secret of sorts but, sondra, i said, jesus, she said. jesus, i said. you know i'm here to write about this. no, details, jesus declared. but the gist i could share so here it is. jesus knew that i didn't believe her and that was okay. because she understood my skepticism, she said. and she knew where it came from. and then she delivered an outline of my life story. it was nothing magical about it. sondra had simply stored every fact i revealed about myself in passing and assembled as a narrative colored by her analysis of my motives and fears and for