The Secret - When You Can Walk On Water , Take The Boat ( Part 9 )

Arriving at the park, I picked a spot under a large oak tree, where a bench was located.I sat down and waited for Gideon while observing the birds and squirrels. It was peaceful and, strangely,almost other-worldly beautiful.A blue jay was pecking at a piece of bread someone had dropped, and the wind ran races through the growing grass. Except for me, there wasn’t anyone else in the park. A voice interrupted,“Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”Startled, I turned around and there was Gideon. “Funny, I didn’t see you approaching,” I said.

This time he was dressed in a sailor’s uniform, as if he had been out sailing. He sat down next to me on the bench and began biting into an apple he'd brought along.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

“No, I’m going to skip lunch today.”

“Are you sure? I have another apple, if you like.” “No, thank you.”

We both sat for a while in silence before I blurted out, “How did you know about my trip? How did you get my telephone number and anyway, who is Marla?”

“Slow down, John. One question at a time.You’ve been wondering about how I know certain things. Let me tell you. I know many things. You know them,too. However, you just don’t remember them.Some of us remember much more than others. Think again of how many things you have known without ever being able to figure out how you knew them.”

“Is that all?Are you a psychic or something like that? You see things before they happen?I know a lady who could do that.”

“That, I am, too. But much more is involved.It’s one way of explaining it.”

“You’re more than a psychic? Who are you? What are you?”

He looked at me quizzically with a semi-pleased expression on his bearded face. “Of course I’m more than a psychic,” he said,“I am Gideon. I am who I am. I am I.”

I had come here for answers, not to listen to more riddles. Those were answers any schoolboy could give. I was determined more than ever, to get to the bottom of this. “Who is this Marla Tarkas?” I asked.

“Did you like her? I hoped you would. An extremely fine energy form she is.”

“And an extremely fine physical form, too.But who is she? What’s this business that you people are involved in?Is this a cult?”

He became much more serious now. “No,John, not a cult as you would think.There are some of us who are involved in certain types of work that are different from the ones you have been accustomed to. We are joined together by bonds that go back into eternity. Marla is one. So am I and,of course, so are you.”

I stopped him right there. “It’s fine for you and Marla to be... well... whatever you are or want to be, but leave me out of this.” I was becoming somewhat annoyed and uncomfortable with his answers, but he continued. “You know me as Gideon. And that I am. But a name doesn't tell much. I am what is called, a ‘helper of mankind.’ I come from way before your time and go far beyond your guess. I come from anytime and anyplace and could go anywhere and anywhen.”

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