'Folding a blanket, Irena sat in lotus position. Imagining a shell of blue light around her, she began an internal probe. It was like using her tongue to find a loose tooth. There! She found it, a tug, a leak. Someone was draining her! They were taking her energy to build up their own. But who or what? Never mind who or what, she applied a psychic bandage. At least, for now, she’d be able to handle the everyday. The Swami paused. Never mind, never mind. She will come. She will still come.' (From publisher's blurb)
