When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs

pecting any calls so early. Only three people had the number
for my private line: one was Mardai and the other two were
extremely close friends. I picked up the hand-set. It was
Gideon.
“How did you get this number?” I asked.
“Shouldn’t you first ask how I’m doing?” he answered.
Dutifully I asked, “How are you Gideon?” followed
quickly by, “How did you get this number?”
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions and that’s why I
called. Listen, John, we’ll meet in the park at lunch time and
I’ll explain everything.” He hung up—as abruptly as that.
At first, I thought I'd ignore the incident and stay as far
away from these people as possible, but my curiosity got the
best of me and I relented.
It was almost noon when I left the office for the short
walk to the park. Gideon, hopefully, would be there to provide
some explanations for the perplexing things that had occurred.
It was a lovely, sunny day. Cradled by the warmth, I felt like
sitting under a tree and practicing changing the shapes of
clouds. I found it both exciting and relaxing at the same time.
<strong>You</strong> pick a small cloud at first and then try to mold it in your
mind into various vapory sculptures. As you become more
proficient, you choose larger and larger clouds. <strong>You</strong> may even
want to vaporize them entirely or create new ones where
there weren’t any before. It is amazing how easily it works
with practice.
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
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