I dismissed thoughts of Gideon for a while, as we enjoyed our breakfast. A busy day followed until finally it was evening. The children went upstairs after dinner and I was left alone with my thoughts. As I sat on the back porch looking into the woods, I enjoyed the sounds of the tiny birds as they flitted back and forth over the bird feeders.
It was a lovely evening, neither too hot nor too cold. A gentle breeze lent a quiet peace to the surroundings, and a carpet of stars glimmered in the sky. Far above the trees a few clouds were lazily making their way home. ?Home?? I mused. ?Where do clouds go when they return home?? Given to philosophizing at times, I followed the thought. Clouds go home to the oceans of the world. They become one with what they have always been. A cloud, it seems,is the ocean expressing itself another way. Perhaps, I,too,came from an ocean of being and was expressing myself as John. A cloud only changes form. It never dies; it only changes. It may disappear for a while only to reappear again in a different form in a different place and time.
Those thoughts led me to reflect about Mardai. Where did she go after her transition? I consider myself somewhat open minded, maybe even a bit enlightened. Yet, there are those moments when I hurt a lot and do want to ask such questions. Was she called away, or did she go of her own choosing? We all know where the caterpillar goes. It leaves itself to become a butterfly. But who can tell where the butterfly goes?
Because I knew deep within my heart and mind that life is much more than it appears to be, I felt an inner strength and guidance. I was able to survive the devastating blows of the world of commerce and trade. I was able to live with seeming loss, always knowing that in reality, one never loses. On some level of consciousness not quite apparent to me, I accepted all setbacks as challenges.
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?Hi,Dad,? he said.?Was somebody here? I thought I heard voices.?
?Oh, just a fellow who was passing by,? I replied.
?The one who said you won a set of books?? he asked. Taken aback, I asked, ?Who told you that??
?I'm not sure,? he answered. ?I had this dream last night and Mommy told me in my dream that a man was coming to see you and he would bring you a set of encyclopedias. The dream seemed so real.?
Malika sat quietly listening to our conversation, and then she jumped in. ?Dad,? she said. ?Do you remember that man called Gideon? You used to speak about him. Well, I had a dream too, but it was about Gideon.?
?What did you dream, honey?? I asked.
?Well, it doesn't make much sense, Dad,? she said. ?Something about books, I think.?
?Tell me anyway,? I replied.
?OK. But I think it's nothing. Jonathan and I were playing by the swings in our old house near the Big City. This man came up to us and said that his name was Gideon and that he would be visiting you and helping you with your problems. He also said that you were very tired, but that all that would soon change. He will be bringing you a set of books and he wanted us to tell you.?
?Dreams,? I half mumbled. Now my children were dreaming of Gideon, and on the same day that he reappears. For most people life seems a bit confusing. In this respect,I was no exception. I was extremely happy to see Gideon again, but at the same time, I was puzzled by the children's dreams. I had a feeling that even my children were trying to bring me messages of comfort.
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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."