Rain or
shine, wet or dry it did not matter to John. He was and always will be, walking
the streets of North Falls. The houses could be burning down, the sun about to
implode, the wild creatures could start a revolt against their human
oppressors, it would not stop John from his daily walk. Up Main Street, left at
the second lights, down Freedom Ave and over threw the Blue Bird Park. John
dressed in his Sunday best everyday except for his rain boots and a Big Boss
baseball cap he’s had for 20 years. John has long white hair, it used to be
blond, a slim body with a slight belly and big blue eyes. The ladies used to
walk with John, hoping to get on his good side and have him take them home. He
was strong, wise, very intelligent and mysterious, how could any woman resist?
No one knew
where John lived. Locals debated this for hours at the local pub. Some thought
he lived on the ridge north of the falls, some thought he had no home. Some
argued that John lived in town and others thought he was a ghost and needed no
home at all. Many tried to follow
John to get a glimpse of his unknown living quarters but they would get tired
and stop. John walked everywhere and all the time, never stopping to drink,
eat, pee or talk. He would talk to whoever came to walk with him. He had great
insight on many of the people’s problems. Troubled souls would come from all
over asking John about love, health and religious angst. Apparently John left
every person who walked with him free of burdens, full of hope and with plans
to continue on in their daily life.
Deep thoughts
crossed Johns mind. Never did he give them any space to linger. He could not
care less about the philosophies of life, love or the universe. John had
witnessed enough strange things in his life to believe in the present moment.
He believed that we are all observers of this world. That what we think we
choose and control we do not. We have no space, no time, no past, no future.
John knew in his heart that there was only the present moment. Only now.
He had argued
this point with many people. Wiser people then he would brand him a fool.
Fights would occur. All was set in stone for John. He believed there was
nothing we could do to change the patterns of our life. WE had no control. We
had only the ability to observe our present moment. He believed that there was no we. That he was everything and
that everything was he. Nothing existed apart from him and he was, in essence,
everything.
John knew
when he realized this concept. When he was freed from the burden of making
choices. When he started walking around this town. John never told the story,
how could he, he no longer remembered the past. For John there was no past. He
was stuck, or liberated, in the present. He was not scared, happy, worried,
excited. He was not enlightened, nor endarkened. John was.
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