Prompted Story

Gail's story prompted me to finish a slight story started some time ago -- lost in the daily mind-clutter. For this I give thanks. You will find it also of travelers and lakes and love -- yet not the same at all.
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TUESDAY


They came to Earth last Tuesday! This is a simplification and not quite true, of course – but I have a story to tell. ‘They’ implies a multitude of beings, but I cannot easily describe a flow of sentience that is both individual and gestalt. ‘Came’ implies a plan beyond chance, and a linear view of things – neither of particular concern for the Philli, as I shall call them/heash. They had come before, and one had remained by choice – an observer/absorber. For the Philli were nothing if not curious and drawn to all forms of Attention and Creation. The coming was to Connect/Learn, and perhaps gather the one home if he chose. “Tuesday’ only implies a short set in the past-time by which Earthlings choose to be bound -- certainly but a minute fraction of the Waiting.

The Philli had evolved far beyond the limits of form and time – able to manipulate positive space into any shape for self-disclosure and Blending. In close communication their ‘body-language’ was a statement of being as well as thought, and they were one with knowing. They had to travel from place to place by Agreement – soas not to disturb other forms of life through excessive disruption of space/time. Besides, each journey allowed for close Sharing not possible if one were everywhere at once. They traveled as a singularity of purpose, not exactly a ship, but a conglomeration of Philli with aligned purpose – some to form a protective hull, others to gather energy from feeble stars, others to listen for the Call – others to nurture the journey. They moved by creating a slight dent in the ether before them into which they fell, pushed by the pressure of space/time fabric. Instantly they were where they had not been before and arrived before they left – yet only slightly to avoid temporal cavitations, but sufficient to span the galaxies.

On Tuesday they came and left – except for another Philli who chose to remain in Companionship with the first, for what they Learned caused amusement and caress of spirit. Communication with the Earth species was found mixed in difficulty and great patience was required. Trees understood, of course, but had restrained their evolution by choice – for they too were Watchers. The young of many species saw the messages and laughed and pointed without understanding. The adults of each species rejected what they learned except on an emotional level – but it was a beginning. The human uprights had the intellect to understand but chose to listen to their own visions instead – their right, but somewhat sad – to limit wisdom to what is learned only from others of their kind – a believing in what others witnessed rather than what they experienced alone. This is what the Philli studied to embrace and understand.

They watched as man crafted a wheel and gods in their own image -- ignoring knowledge of Source. Each day the Philli attempted to communicate – shifting form and light in ways unnatural yet gentle. They watched as man defiled each other and the planet of their existence. They sent messages to all who might listen. Some poets did, and crafters of song and paint and clay. All human souls were touched by the message – the Calling. Few chose to attend. The two Philli in concert would try again -- and ever again.

When the shadows cross the waters of giggling streams and eddied lake, look to the bands of light and joy. Observe the dancing motes of bright and rainbow ripples pulsing in symphony with a tune that touches heart more than mind. Seek the patterns across the waves, and misted spray against the breeze, and whistles of birds never seen. Then grasp the hand of one walking near and observe the reflections in her eyes and Carry – Carry on to all you meet. Just for an instant listen.

For the Philli – it will be enough!