Quest for the Promise land’s Promise : The Man From Earth

Part 1

I had been watching him for quite some time now. He looked like he might have some answers.

He mostly just sat there on a rock that looked like a toadstool, day after day, week after week, observing the happenings around or just gazing into the rain. There were rumors that he was an enlightened one. That particular suspicion faded when he took to carving tiny boats out of wood, rigging them with lettuce leaf sails and launching them in rainswept gutters. Most people kept away from him.
Yet, nobody was ready to label him a bum or a lingering loafer; his presence was too strong, his demeanor too cool. There were those, mainly women who did speak to him. They couldn’t seem to resist for he looked quite handsome. His long hair framed his face with its storybook of scars, in a manner that made it look more intriguing. The frequent rains that washed him, a predominantly vegetarian diet and the life of a man who was free to do as he pleased gave his complexion a rich glow and his eyes were pulsating jets of deep brown energy. When he spoke he used grand syllables moderated and calmed to an extent that he sometimes sounded like he mumbled. He projected the air of a wise man and of a rogue, an exhibitionist yet deeply secretive. Once in a while a woman would sometimes stop and kneel hesitantly beside him, kneeling so they would be at eye level and so they wouldn’t be overheard,and say, with varying degrees of embarrassment, ” I see you here a lot”
“Yes, I’ve been watching you too” he’d reply. Though that was not always true, it probably didnt hurt his conscience, not when the reply generated an almost visible shiver down their spine.

“What are you? I mean who are you?”
“I’m Dubbha, the enlightened one, friend of both the Almighty One and the Fallen One.”
That usually stopped them. Slightly confounded, the woman would take a long confused look at him. Then just as sweetly and shyly as she knelt beside him, she’d rise muttering “You take care and have a good day” or something as general as that and walk away, seldom without a wistful glance back over her shoulder.

I decided it was time I talked to him. So I was about to take Jackson(my dog… plz refer Part 1) and walk up to him but stopped when I saw someone else walking up to him, this time it was a man.

The Man:”Good Sir, I was hoping you would have the answers of life, of its beginnings and its meaning”

Dubbha: “Ah, in the beginning there was the Word, there is written evidence that proves that. But the mystery, the unforgivable omission, what the written evidence fails to mention is…. which Word came first? Was it the word for ‘chicken’ or was it the word for ‘egg’???”….

Any hopes that I had to finding what I wanted got shot to hell…
“Bah… if this guy is the Enlightened One, then I’m the Enlightened Two”

Jackson: “Woof”

I turned away and continued my journey in search of …… I wish I knew what.

Quest for the Promise land’s Promise : My K9 friend

I walked through an endless vortex of thick gagging smoke that refused to dissipate. I felt no heat,there was nothing burning, everything here was already burnt. This was Promise Land? I think not, this may very well be where the push and pull of my concentrated desires collided with the stagger and swoon of my weak will and exploded. I am admittedly lost; what I want is something that cannot be found, but being lost is the best way to find something that cannot be found. Here I was rummaging for those frayed pieces that made the solid gray jigsaw of my destiny. Just about then I heard a distant bark, I walked towards the sound. The smoke cleared out and there I find God walking his dog. He walked right past me, stopped, took a few steps back to where I was standing (The dog did the same)

(Now if you ever imagined a conversation with God and you didn’t know what to say because you didn’t know which language to speak… Relax.. God speaks gibberish and I happen to be very fluent in the said language and thus, I was able to translate the following conversation)

God : “You look like you need directions Son”

Son : “Maybe I do, are you going to give them to me?”

God : “Of course not, but I could give you my dog.”

Son : “Does the dog know where I’m supposed to go to find what I wish to find?”

God : “Don’t be silly son, Jackson is a dog, he is not me, he is not God.”

Jackson : “Woof”

Son : “Ok… I don’t suppose the promise land is anywhere near then eh?”

God : “Oh thats closer than you think, but you are not looking for just that, are you? The promise of the promise land is not something you will find, it’s something you will realize…. Anyways, I have to go now and witness the birth of a new species of fish that I created before it dies in an oil spill. You take good care of Jackson ok.”

Son : “Ok”

Before he vanished into nothingness, God said something that sounded very much like “Don’t let the dog sleep, he snores.” It was either that or else something got terribly lost in translation…..

P.S: Don’t ask me what this is supposed to mean… this may be continued, just maybe