God's whisper, 1800 hours, May 17th 2010
a true story…
YESTERDAY:
God moves over waters, like a whisper.
In the morning a squirrel crossed my path, and stood in the middle of the road. I had to swerve to avoid it.
Half a mile further another squirrel crossed my path, it stopped in the middle of the road. I had to swerve once again to avoid it.
I was startled, this had never happened to me before.
It crossed my mind that if it were to happen a third time, I would take it as a sign.
A mile further down the road, while passing a road named Three Sisters, a third squirrel crossed my path, and likewise stood in the middle of the winding road. I had to swerve once more…
Valena: “Jesus wanted to die; Judas needed to kiss him.”
Ilya: “Yes, and Pontius Pilate should not have suffered such guilt. The Master was right.” The words had not left Ilya’s lips when it occurred to him that his own “Judas” had liberated him, that he had carried his own cross…and that now at last the beatitude of the world entire had begun to grace him. Inadvertently Valena had given him a gift, she had asked for light but ended up given radiance instead…
BEFORE:
Valena: “I would not have stopped to ask you guys for light…the last person I asked for light, was a person who was on the 12th floor in a meeting with two other guys in the only building that did not collapse in Port-au-Prince, a Creole from Chantilly. The energy that person was emitting was the answer to the previous question I had…that building did not collapse only because that person was there, not the other way around.”
TODAY:
I woke up early this morning to diffused light. The blinds were pulled up and I could see outside.
Not more than five feet away from my window, in the drizzle, stood a deer, looking through the window… looking at me.
I slowly propped myself on my elbow and stared at her in wonder.
She maintained my gaze in that manner for nearly fifteen minutes, broken only momentarily when she lowered her head to nibble on blades of wet grass a couple times.
Mil: “It’s Totemic, in the rain, it’s clear communication…”
I: “Celtic, Runic?”
4 girls, 1800 hours May 17th
AFTER:
I deiced to venture out with the guardian of memories, bearer of witness, Mr. Canyon Terra, and search for dappled stars in the raindrops. He feasted on moist shoots of tall grass…
I: ” There is no joy better than a dog running through tall grass…”
Dad: As he lay dying in his deathbed, with a hint of smile, “If only you’d be so fortunate” – 2001
-Iliad Alexander Terra,
May 17th 2010
Mr. Canyon Terra, Knight Templar, guardian of witness, May 17, 2010
