Incorporeal, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

Now that Mr. Whale had joined them, The Child bloomed. At night, she slept on his back; during the day, she lay on the Lily Pad and looked down into the ocean studying its inhabitants.

“Prophet?”

“Yes, Child,”

“Are you incorporeal?”

“Why do you ask, Child?”

“Cause…”

“Cause what?”

“Well, you said you were always by me but I never saw you. And then Mr. Raccoon said it too.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But if you were there, why couldn’t I see you?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“ Can you see me now?”

“Of course, I can. You’re here on Lily Pad with me.”

“Then what makes you think I’m incorporeal?”

“Cause you disappear.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Stop saying Oh I see and give me an answer.”

“To what, Child?”

“Are you incorporeal or not?”

“Why do you want to know, Child? Will it help you on your journey?”

“It might help me understand.”

“Understand what?”

“How to get where I want to go.”

“Child, lots of people are seeking understanding and not getting anywhere.”

“Well, isn’t understanding important?”

“Faith is important.”

“I don’t understand. How can I believe something I don’t see?”

“So, if I’m incorporeal, then, you wouldn’t believe I exist?”

“Well, it makes sense, doesn’t it, Prophet?”

“Does your walking on water make sense?”

“No, but I know I can cause I believe I can.”

“But water is soluble,” said The Prophet. “Not insoluble.”

“Which means?”

“Your faith is built upon your hope that you can succeed.”

“So, are you telling me you’re incorporeal, Prophet?”

“Child, the incorporeality of whether I AM or not is relative.  What you believe is what counts.” 




Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Hemisphere, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

The Southern Hemisphere was warm.  The sun shone.  The sun rays darkened the ocean floor.  The child sat in the middle of Lily Pad. She missed hiking through the countryside with Mr. Raccoon.

“What’s on your mind, Child?”

“Nothing.”

The Prophet sat on the edge of Lily Pad and observed her.  That she had to say goodbye pained her but she needed to put the goodbye behind her.

“Look out at the Southern Hemisphere, Child. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yes,” The Child mumbled. “I wonder what Mr. Raccoon is doing.”

“Probably looking for a home.”

“Will he find one?”

“Sure, he will.”

The Child sighed.

“I’m lonely out here on the water.”

“I’m here, Child.”

“But you disappear and Mr. Raccoon was always there.”

“Look, a visitor is coming our way.”

The Child looked at the restless sea. Something was stirring up waves making them move toward them.

“What is it, Prophet?”

“Why don’t you go see?”

“You want me to step out on the ocean?”

“Yes. You’ve done it before. I’m here if something happens.”

“But I don’t know what’s out there.”

“That’s why you’re going to see.”

The Child stood up and put one foot on the water and then the other. Although she hadn’t walked the water for a long time, she didn’t go under.   She turned to tell The Prophet, when under her, something touched the bottom of her feet and flipped her high up in the air.

“Eeeeeek! Prophet, help me!” She screamed as she went up in the air.  She closed her eyes hoping The Prophet would catch her as she came tumbling down.

“Eeeeeek! She said and landed on a big black slippery hide. “Mr. Whale, it’s you.” And she hugged him as she cried out of joy.

Shalom Aleichem,

 Pat Garcia