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

“He says you know him, John, that you’ve met before.
He has a beard and dark, piercing eyes. He says he wants to
help you in your growth and learning and that you’ve been
‘going through’ experiences instead of ‘growing through’
them.”
That’s Gideon—the description fit him perfectly. “What’s
his name, June?”
“I can’t get the exact sound but it seems to be Simeon
. . . or no . . . it has a ‘G’. It starts with a ‘G’. His name is
Gideon. He said that you ought to know the spelling because
not too long ago you saw it on a license plate. He laughed as
he said that. He said that you ought to keep an open mind.
He’s saying good-bye now and that he’ll see you again soon.
Now he’s gone.”
So, it was Gideon again. But I couldn’t see him this
time. Neither could Mardai. Only June saw him. But then, she
always saw things others could not. We discussed this for a
while and I recounted how I met Gideon and the events that
occurred thereafter. June seemed to understand and, like
Gideon, asked that I keep an open mind.
“It’s your strict scientific background that causes you to
stumble many times, John.”
Maybe she was right. I was always trying to be logical
about everything. In my college days, I was trained as a
chemist and mathematician—labs, research and analyzing.
Perhaps, more than most, I insisted on seeing before believing.
And this, in spite of the fact that I knew and accepted
June and her abilities.
Yet, the most successful times in my life were when I
guided myself by the “still, small voice.” Some people call it
gut feelings, others call it intuition. The times that caused me
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