The Buddist Back Story
He was there just before my new birth with those slow confident steps. A long conversation leading to a simple question, “do you believe?”
A simple yes, then, quite the headache as blood flowed, to long unused parts of my brain, pain of rebirth I am told. I know I am smiling even as tears drip from my chin. A dwindling happiness as the effect and process completes. Finally peace… and now purpose. Prophet looks on sympathetically, patiently waiting for me to compose myself. He is kneeling next to me with his hands resting on his thighs, this very large man that I now recognize as a brother. Wait…, I see, no… I know. I know how he is sitting, I know the blades of grass that we are both laying on. I know the color of his hair. Oh, I haven’t seen color in over 20 years. It now seems to have a taste and warm flavors. I’ve missed so much. I have not moved. I realize that I haven’t even open my eyes or raised my head. Strange to know/see the ladybug on the tree behind me without turning my head. I raise my head to ask Prophet, “how?”.
“Its a Gift, likely different from mine, so you will have to tell me what you feel and I will help you to understand as much as I can”.
“I…, I can see without looking, I think. I can see you and a little past you but then there’s nothing. I can see all around me but only for a little ways. How is this possible?”
Prophet smiles a smile I can now see and just says, “Ah, decernment or more likely, limited omnicience. Amazing! The potential applications for a martial artist like you…, This is incredible.”
To be continued…