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At this point I decided to carry out Anton's final suggestion, as it were. I suppose it was partly to honor Anton, and partly because it made a great deal of sense that I should invite Heather to join me for a two week tour across Mexico. "You must do it," Anton had told me in Novosibirsk, "for your own and for their liberation."
When I finally told Sylvia and Ross about it, both asked why I had waited so long. Of course, they also knew the answer.
"Would you have invited me without Anton suggesting it?" Heather asked. "If the answer is no, I don't want to come."
"I would have done this ten years ago if I had had the courage," I answered. "I have always loved you deeply from the first day we met, but I didn't dare to acknowledge this love further. Of course I tried again not so long ago, hoping against all odds, but that didn't work out either. I was actually afraid afterwards of hurting you again. The 'infrastructures' had not been built that would have made such a move possible."
I finally had to laugh. "I couldn't allow myself to move beyond that silly idea that your life belongs to Ross," I said and kissed her. "Most likely you couldn't marry him, for a similar kind of fear. At least this is how Anton had felt about Nicolai for all these years. It was not until after the Caracas conference that Nicolai recognized the validity of the principle of keeping the door open, because then, the bond will never become a trap like the bond of the Soviet Union had become for many of the Soviet republics."
So it was, that after two days of thinking it over, and by her own initiative, Heather came to me and accepted the offer. As it turned out, we never seemed to have time for this sort of thing anymore. Our joint vacation became delayed, again and again. Nor did this seem to matter. Ever since the Caracas Conference, Heather and I had continued on from where we had left off those many years earlier at the SandCastle. An unhurried kind of love had unfolded from that. Eventually, as by some miracle, our trip to Mexico became a reality.
Our private excursion into this down to earth world was totally different than the busy official missions had been, that we had carried out together after we had returned from Caracas. There was a greater depth now to our unity that reflected a lot of additional overturning, an overturning of the trivial, and of the things that had been blocking the flow of our love, such things as were once thought to be prudent for the sake of honor. The time span we had available for our vacation somehow didn't seem to be important. Two weeks appeared too short in one respect, while a single day appeared so richly rewarding that one hardly required more time to add to the happiness that seemed so totally complete. As it turned out, we only had four days. A new problem had been brewing in Washington. These four days, though, had brightened our world.
Steve had returned to China by then. Nevertheless, we had made a covenant before he left that we would meet twice a year in Cozumel for a continuing celebration of the victory we had won, and also to address further problems should any arise.
Fred had no objections to Steve's plan, in fact he encouraged it. Fred was the only person that I knew who regarded this great tagedy that had occured, within the framework of a victory. I had called him many times after the tragedy to apologize for having let him down in respect to the Mary Baker Eddy project that he had sponsored. For 35 years, this lone spiritual pioneer, America's greatest, appears to have stopped the empire's wars against humanity until she died in 1910. Fred had send us all for a one month emergency mission to Queensland in Australia to reestablish this early American pioneers scientific platform for the PUL, which she had discovered and put on the table and had translated into such a profound love that a single look of love in voicesless communication had healed a partially crippled woman in the space of a few moments. Evidently she has had this kind of an effect on the whole of humanity to the point that no major wars did errupt in her time.
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