Year, Yearn, Yeah, Yesterday, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

"Prophet!"

"Yes, Child?

"I think I see a bank ahead. 

The Prophet

The Prophet chuckled. Soon, The Child would move from the ocean and how she had learned to walk on water as she faced challenging and painful situations to another level.  The path would turn into yesterday and a new year would begin.

Mr. Eagle

"Gaaaak, gaaaak, gaaaak," said Mr. Eagle.

Mr. Whale

Mr. Whale hit the water with his fins three times, and Octavio climbed up and boarded Lily Pad for the first time.

"Soon, Child. Soon, you'll be there."

"Yeah! How much longer?"

"Sooner than you think."

"Did you hear what The Prophet said Mr. Whale?"

"Child, Mr. Whale remains here."

"And Mr. Eagle?"

"He can't go either."

Octavio

" Oh. What about Octavio?"

Lily Pad

"You have one more day with them all including Lily Pad."

The tears fell; they stung like thorns from a rose bush in her heart.

The Child

"And you, Prophet? Must I say goodbye to you also."

"No, Child. I'll always be with you."

"Why can't I take them with me?"

"They'll be with you."

"How's that, Prophet."

"Oh, my Child. Have you not learned? Mr. Whale, Mr. Eagle, Octavio, and Lily Pad will always be inside of you. The seeds they have planted, you must now honor by fulfilling your destiny. They'll be cheering you on, and when you listen with your heart, you'll hear them."

"Oh, I hope so, Prophet."

"I know so, Child. I've looked and seen your yearnings fulfilled. Stay true to what is in your heart. It is your heart that will help you reach your destiny."



Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Xoanon, Xylem, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

The Child meditated. Mr. Whale communicated with Octavio, and Mr. Eagle flew and gaaaak, jokingly with The Prophet. A vision appeared before her; she saw the old ancient ruins of brilliance and glory gone by.

“Prophet, was the greatest civilization in Greece?”

"Artistically, may be. Why do you ask, Child?"

“Because of the story, you told me about the Xoanon sculptures.  I’d like to behold some of those beautifully carved pieces one day.”

“Did the story please you, Child?”

The Child

“Yes, they had magnificent ideas, and they became a reality long before even I existed.”

“Yes, we can all learn from the past civilizations but do we?”

"No, Prophet. Sadly, I have to admit that my travels with you are showing me showing me things I wish I didn't perceive."

"Homo Sapiens are strange creatures, Child."

“What happened, Prophet? Why don't we have any of those woody sculptures anymore?”

“Good question, Child. Greed, ignorance, and jealousy destroy.”

“You mean the beauty of another civilization is seldom appreciated by another civilization.”

"Maybe."

“Prophet? Is it not better to learn from another culture than to destroy what they created with their hands?”

The Prophet

“Child, because of your knowledge, you can discern Xoanon is a beautiful carved wooden sculpture out of  xylem, but many others don't. They don't recognize the Xoanon Sculptures as art; they grasp it as evil that needs to be destroyed."

 "Oh, I see. What’s xylem Prophet?”

"You're using the same words you asked me not to use."

"Which words were those, Prophet?"

"Oh, I see."

"Prophet?"

"Yes, Child?

"What did you mean by xylem?"


Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Week, Weekly, Weekday, Woman, A Fable out of The Child and The Prophet

Out on the ocean, weekdays became weeks and weeks turned into months. The Child lost her feeling for time. They were on the sea. The Cild was looking down into the deep. The Prophet was tending to Water Lily. 

A face in the ocean astounded her; a woman was looking at her.

Who is she?

The Child

"Prophet?"

"Yes, Child."

"There's a beautiful woman in the ocean."

"Oh?"

"With dark eyes and a smiling face."

"Oh."

"Prophet, you need to come over here. I think she needs help."

"I don't think so."

"Don't you care, Prophet?"

"Care about what?"

"The Woman in the ocean."

The Prophet

"Is she crying?"

"No, I told you she's smiling."

"So why should I come?"

"Because she's lying in the ocean."

"Describe The Woman, Child."

"Well, she's got hair like mine, but it keeps changing, and her eyes shine like multicolored marbles."

"Oh..."

"And her face is strong and proud as a lion, and she has a couple of wrinkles, but they make her even more beautiful, Prophet."

"Does she seem distressed?"

"No. Happy. She's still smiling.  Why?

"Then we'll leave her."

"But what if she's in danger?"

"She'll face them, Child."

"Prophet, I demand you help this woman to board Lily Pad now!"

"Look at The Woman again, Child."

The Child examined The Woman's face and gasped aloud in astonishment.

The Child

"Prophet! That's me."

Shalom Aleichem,

Pat Garcia