being a prophet
How strange can being a prophet get?
Well, you shall see. But first you must read the following:
Now I can tell you
by Beatriz Gasca
So we meet again! It´s been 25 years a long time!
Remember that sunny evening at the central bus station where we said good-bye? We were both young and full of energy. Both of us wanted to change the world, "make it a better place to live,"we said. We were sure we could do it. How? we weren't sure.
So we parted, and as I traveled I searched.
I met a boy begging for food, how glad was he to get a piece of bread! I thought, "It´s so simple! If there is no hunger there will be happiness" So I fed them all, but it wasn't the answer. Unhappiness remained.
So I traveled on, still with hope I would find a way...and then I saw the warmth the laughter of children brought, surely this was the answer! I made them laugh, their laughter filled the air. But still Unhappiness remained.
I moved on. I was getting tired. Then I saw that work made people tired so I gave them freedom from their labor, and...it wasn't the answer.
I worked for many years, they seemed thousands and didn't find any answer. Was I ever to find the answer? people wanted to be happy, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't give them happiness. I felt tired, weak, heartbroken, useless and hopeless.
I sat down and cried.
Everything was so confusing, so dark, and cold.
How long did I stay in that torn world? I have no way of telling.
I only remember my soul screaming for help.
It screamed in an anguished tone which I had never known before and it chilled my skin.
It chilled my soul.
I was sick and needing healing.
Slowly, real slowly I started to walk out of the confusion and my senses began to come alive.
My ears heard the laughter of the wind and the leaves as they played together, my ears heard the river singing as it went on its way. They heard the flipping of the butterflies' wings and as they were busy hearing my nose began to smell...ohh! such delicious things it smelled! The perfume of the grass and the warmth of the sunshine and soon my skin became alive and it felt the heart beat of the trees and the petting of the wind. And what a spectacle it was when my eyes opended!!!
I was speechless.
How did it all come to pass? How did I change from a torn world into this extasis?
I had called out to God, and He listened,
I gave Him a broken heart and He healed it with His love.
He gave me what everybody wants, a listening ear, a little love...happiness.
My friend, when we parted we had a question. I had hope and was sure I would be able to tell you the answer, someday....
My friend, NOW I CAN TELL YOU.
Now sit back and tell me: When did I write this?
Those of you who know that I had a "breakdown" last year and thus left ministry and church life will most likely tell me that I wrote this about a week ago. Because it has taken this much time to get strong and to consider reaching out to people again.
Now, sit back and listen to the truth:
I wrote this 25 years ago.
Here in Puebla. In a warm and sunny morning.
When I had NOT done any of the things I have done, and I had not fallen into the darkness and pain, and when I had not felt the beauty of the world as I do now.
cool, no?
I sat down and wrote... a prophesy of my very own life.
and I find it and read it, exactly 25 years later.
and so many details are so exact...even the listening to the butterfly's wings...
and of course the coolest part is that:
NOW I CAN TELL YOU.
Well, you shall see. But first you must read the following:
Now I can tell you
by Beatriz Gasca
So we meet again! It´s been 25 years a long time!
Remember that sunny evening at the central bus station where we said good-bye? We were both young and full of energy. Both of us wanted to change the world, "make it a better place to live,"we said. We were sure we could do it. How? we weren't sure.
So we parted, and as I traveled I searched.
I met a boy begging for food, how glad was he to get a piece of bread! I thought, "It´s so simple! If there is no hunger there will be happiness" So I fed them all, but it wasn't the answer. Unhappiness remained.
So I traveled on, still with hope I would find a way...and then I saw the warmth the laughter of children brought, surely this was the answer! I made them laugh, their laughter filled the air. But still Unhappiness remained.
I moved on. I was getting tired. Then I saw that work made people tired so I gave them freedom from their labor, and...it wasn't the answer.
I worked for many years, they seemed thousands and didn't find any answer. Was I ever to find the answer? people wanted to be happy, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't give them happiness. I felt tired, weak, heartbroken, useless and hopeless.
I sat down and cried.
Everything was so confusing, so dark, and cold.
How long did I stay in that torn world? I have no way of telling.
I only remember my soul screaming for help.
It screamed in an anguished tone which I had never known before and it chilled my skin.
It chilled my soul.
I was sick and needing healing.
Slowly, real slowly I started to walk out of the confusion and my senses began to come alive.
My ears heard the laughter of the wind and the leaves as they played together, my ears heard the river singing as it went on its way. They heard the flipping of the butterflies' wings and as they were busy hearing my nose began to smell...ohh! such delicious things it smelled! The perfume of the grass and the warmth of the sunshine and soon my skin became alive and it felt the heart beat of the trees and the petting of the wind. And what a spectacle it was when my eyes opended!!!
I was speechless.
How did it all come to pass? How did I change from a torn world into this extasis?
I had called out to God, and He listened,
I gave Him a broken heart and He healed it with His love.
He gave me what everybody wants, a listening ear, a little love...happiness.
My friend, when we parted we had a question. I had hope and was sure I would be able to tell you the answer, someday....
My friend, NOW I CAN TELL YOU.
Now sit back and tell me: When did I write this?
Those of you who know that I had a "breakdown" last year and thus left ministry and church life will most likely tell me that I wrote this about a week ago. Because it has taken this much time to get strong and to consider reaching out to people again.
Now, sit back and listen to the truth:
I wrote this 25 years ago.
Here in Puebla. In a warm and sunny morning.
When I had NOT done any of the things I have done, and I had not fallen into the darkness and pain, and when I had not felt the beauty of the world as I do now.
cool, no?
I sat down and wrote... a prophesy of my very own life.
and I find it and read it, exactly 25 years later.
and so many details are so exact...even the listening to the butterfly's wings...
and of course the coolest part is that:
NOW I CAN TELL YOU.
posted by thisfool @ 4:31 PM
<< Home