The Secret - When You Can Walk On Water , Take The Boat ( Part 10 ) By John Harricharan At Isnare.com Ezine Articles

I sat glued to the wooden bench. I had known that he was strange, but not this strange. I never really took him too seriously before, but now he was dead serious. On occasion, I did wonder how he knew things about me and my work that I hadn’t told him. I’d heard about such people before. I had also not discounted the possibility of meeting one, in fact, I had hoped that I would someday.

Yet, when one sits next to you on a park bench, your initial reaction is to run away—and as fast as possible.But sitting there with him,I actually felt an aura of tremendous power around him and thought I should probably give this encounter a bit more serious consideration.

“You speak as if you’re from another world,Gideon. You also seem to have strange abilities and powers. Why are you spending so much time with me?What do you want from me?”

“My abilities are no stranger than yours or anyone else’s. They may appear strange to you because you do not understand them. When you understand natural law, nothing is strange, nothing is a miracle. I have been around helping others for ages. Or better yet, throughout time. There is an old earth saying that goes, ‘When the student is ready,the teacher will appear.’ You’re ready, so here I am.”

“Who? Me, a student? I wasn’t looking for a teacher. I’ve had my share of teachers and don’t want to take any more exams. As it is these days, I am already being tested to the limit. Teachers and students imply tests.”

“So you think you’ve learned everything and have no further need for teachers?If you're so brilliant, how come your financial empire is falling apart? Listen. All of life is an examination, a learning and testing experience, if you will. You examine and test yourself constantly. A little help now and then wouldn’t hurt, you know. There are things I still can teach you. No, let me rephrase. There are things I could lead you to learn. Things I could help you to remember.”

Part of me really wanted to believe him. The other part was the scientific, analytical part, which was very cautious. That part said that he was crazy. And yet,I’ve seen few men who appeared to be more sane than he.

“Show me something a small miracle or so, and I’ll believe what you’re saying.”

“Believe and I’ll show you. You have things reversed, John. I see we have a lot of work to do.”

In a quick change of direction,I asked, “Where’s your car? Where are you parked?”

“There are many other ways of traveling. I don’t really need a car.”

Again he was lying, I thought. The first time I met him, he was in a car.

As if reading my thoughts, he said, “When you saw me the first time, I did have a vehicle. I needed something to get your attention. So the car, the engine problem, the lifted hood.. . all props,all effects for your sake. You wouldn’t have stopped to talk with me any other way.”

All this in such a short time was becoming too much for me to absorb. As I mentioned earlier, it had always been my desire to meet someone like him. In books and dreams I had come across some, but here and now in a park in this small town? This was an entirely different matter. And why did he pick me?He still hadn’t answered that to my satisfaction.I was quiet for a few moments.

Gideon continued, “I have known you for eons, for millennia. You are a challenge to me. One part of you accepts these ideas totally and with full understanding. Then there is the other part of you that sees only with eyes and hears only with ears. That part tries to analyze, rationalize and compromise. You are a man of many parts, Mr. H.”

Gideon’s reference to knowing me for ages was a surprise, but I had read about such things before and chose not to pursue it at this point. Not being in a big hurry to return to the office, I thought that I’d listen to a little more of what he had to say.

He spoke of seeing with the inner eye and of hearing with the inner ear. That all life forms were connected to one another by invisible ties. That the universe was like a spider’s web, where thought or action in one area affected the entire fabric.I listened, fascinated by the new possibilitieshe brought to my mind. Finally, he said, “It was good seeing you again, John. We will continue our discussion at a later date. Meanwhile, keep an open mind. I bid you a fond adieu.”

I looked at him and then at my watch. When I glanced up again, he was gone. It couldn't have been more than a second later yet, he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps I had fallen asleep on the park bench and dreamed it all. But no! A few yards away was an apple core he had left for the birds. It was time to return to the more mundane aspects of life, so I got up and walked back to the office.

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