The remainder of Sunday was enjoyable. I have little trouble with weekends. It’s the time between weekends that sometimes gives me problems. All too soon Monday arrived. The ride to the office was taken up with reflections on the past few days. Although we realized we’d be seeing her again soon, June’s visit had been most welcome, but much too short.
Gideon still amazed and intrigued me. There was no doubt in my mind that he had access to considerable information and power. I accepted some of his concepts such as time travel as distinct possibilities, especially since I was a party to some of those journeys with him. But again, some of his ideas were difficult to reconcile as I struggled with my “reality thinking.”
As usual, I was the first one to arrive at the office. As I walked in turning on the lights, he was waiting for me, sitting on the chair across from my desk. “Gideon! Not you again!” I
exclaimed.
“It seems as if you’re getting bored with me, John,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“No, of course not,” I hastened to assure him.”Not bored, just amazed that you always appear at the strangest times.”
“That’s good to know. I came because I felt that you’re going to need to see a bit more clearly today. “He did not smile this time and was more serious than I’d ever known him to be.
“What do you mean, Gideon?”
“You’re afraid,” he said, “for your employees, your family, your friends and others. You think you’ve done all you could to make things better and yet,you feel that you can’t see the light.”
“You seem to be reading my mind again, Gideon. What you say is true but I’m only human.”
“Only human, John? Only human?”He was intense as he continued.”You use that as an excuse. You’re much more than just human. You and everyone else are more divine than human. You were all created in the image and likeness of the First Force, the Almighty. Don’t you remember the numerous legends of creation?”
“Yes, of course. So what? I’m human or divine or both. It really doesn’t matter. I’m still concerned about myself and my people and because of my concern, I sometimes fear and tremble. Is it so terrible to care for others? Is it a sign of weakness to be concerned about your fellow human beings? What’s so terrible about that?”
“No, not the caring, John. The worrying is what gets you. You must make a distinction between caring and worrying. You care, so you try to make everything work right. When nothing seems to work right, you worry and become fearful and because of the fear, you short-circuit yourself.”
“In what way or manner,O Great One?”I asked somewhat sarcastically.
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