I looked around but saw no one. Yet, the voice continued. ?And it is in being the butterfly that you know where the butterfly goes.?
I stood up and peered into the woods. By this time darkness had descended. I was puzzled by the voice, and I had started to think that I might have been imagining answers to my questions when I saw a small pinpoint of light moving in the darkness. ?Fireflies,? I said, as the light became brighter and brighter. ?Actually,a bunch of fireflies!?I knew that fireflies did not move in groups, yet I stood there fascinated by the performance. Strangely enough, I was neither excited nor apprehensive as the glow continued. By now it was as bright as the beam of a flashlight. Then it stopped moving,as I continued staring.
It must have only been a few seconds,but it seemed to be forever as I was bathed in the radiance of an otherworldly phenomenon. Suddenly, just as it had started,it stopped. One moment it was there and the next moment gone. Out of the darkness I heard footsteps, and as I turned in the direction of the sound, up walked Gideon.
?Bet you didn't expect to see me so soon,? he announced.
?You must quit doing things like that, Gideon,? I said after I caught my breath.
?You mean the light?? he asked somewhat innocently. ?Not only the light, but the voice and your sudden appearance,? I replied. He had a habit of appearing instantaneously at the strangest times.
?Well,? he said, ?I was sure that you'd be used to these things by now. May I come in and have a cup of that coffee you make??
?The children are upstairs playing a video game. What if they come down and see you?? I asked.
?Don't worry about it, John. They've already met me. Didn't they tell you about their dreams??
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Gideon's face lit up. From what I knew about him, he rarely, if ever, became excited about anything. This time he showed a flicker of emotion as he said, ?I'm glad you mentioned the books. Don't worry, you will receive them soon. And as for the children, they understand much more than they are given credit for. Now can we go inside and have that coffee??
Over a hot cup of coffee, I looked at Gideon. Still the same beard and still the same eyes.It somehow seemed to be yesterday as we sat there. I was fully determined to get some answers to questions that had puzzled me for some time. He was quiet for a while, as if thinking about what to say. I broke the silence. ?Gideon, whatever happened to Marla? Will she be helping me, too? Does she still work for your company??
?Yes. You'll meet her again. She has many additional responsibilities these days. But we will let her explain what she does when you see her.?
?When will that be?? I asked.
?All in good time? was all he would say.
?Do you remember the time a few years ago when we were at that special party? It seemed as if we met people from different times and places. Do you recall how we seemed to travel back in time? Do you remember any of those things??
?Of course, I do, John. You're the one who forgets so quickly. There were situations that you yourself referred to as miracles, and yet, you forgot them. You were supposed to remember those times and to draw strength from what you saw and heard.? He became more intense as he continued. ?Sometimes, although people might see the moon turn blue or someone walk on water or through a fire and say, ?That's absolutely amazing,? in a short while they forget. There's a tendency to remember only the bad times and discount the good things that happened, to get caught up in the problems of life instead of the joys of living.?
?Gideon, so we don't waste any time, why are we discussing these things? Why don't we go on to more practical matters? I certainly would like some advice on my personal situation ? for example, my finances.?
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John Harricharan has sinced written about articles on various topics from Web Development, Religion and Web Development. Lecturer, entrepreneur and MBA business consultant, John Harricharan is the author of the award-winning book, "When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat."