Monday, December 6, 2010

Dream-catcher.

"Because sometimes, most of the times knowing is not enough one has to know how to let others know; teach others. I know what I'm doing now might look crazy to most of you, but like I said it is more important that I do this more than ever because of that reason."
Then he can only vaguely remember what happened after that. The idea was to be tied to a bunch of balloons and then slide across the beach for probably half an hour or so and get the attention of the crowd and spread his message of love, faith and righteousness. But, they misjudged the number of balloons; he just started flying up up up. At first he thought this was how it alway started; that you will go up for a while and then slowly start to come down. But after a while he realised there was something really wrong. To add to his worries the breeze took him towards the ocean, further away from the land. He closed his eyes and started praying; he had faith. He knew everything would be fine soon.
Up there away from the land dangling from a bunch of balloons you loose track of time, it's absolutely normal. You start thinking aloud. You wish for something exciting.
Hunger will always be in the back of your mind; yes, you are hungry but it's the thirst that is what nags you all the time. But it’s only for a few more hours, someone will find him and he would be, there is always hope.
After a couple of days you are not really sure if you are more concerned about your thirst or hunger or tiredness. But you know you will give up anything to have someone to talk to. Needs of the soul are always more important that of the flesh. You need to go on; you can't give up. He didn't make you so that you could give up. You start to pray.
After a long while you loose everything - your faith, your hope, your conviction. You just wish to die and die soon.
*** A Brazilian priest tied himself to some hydrogen balloons in his quest to spread the message. He flew up. His decaying body was found floating in the ocean after a couple of weeks.

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