I was wandering through this decrepit old house of mine, exploring the dusty and shadowy places I haven’t visited in a while. Amazed at how sprawling this place has become, reaching out in so many different directions at once! I came across a forgotten wing, and paused… remembering.
It was here I used to play a lot, seeking answers, and dreaming of all I wanted. I studied and read, meditated and prayed, pursuing change for change’s sake. “Yeah. And where did that get you?,” I laughed at myself, knowing full well the practiced response, “Here and now, of course!”
“Of course!,…” So arrogant that sounds! But it isn’t intended to read that way. A statement of fact. Indisputable. Absolute. For what else is there? Ever? Real-ly?
As I strolled past a darkened room, shades drawn tight against the approaching gloom, slight movement caught my eye. It was enough to draw me in, curiosity alight. “Hello?,” I called out as I entered the room. “Anyone in here?”
“Other than you?”
Laughing, I turned toward the voice that had spoken. “Is that even possible? Since this is my space?”
“Hmmm,” she responded, careful, deliberate. “Is this the beginning of one of your infamous debates?”
“Hardly,” I chuckled, as my sight zeroed in on the shadowy figure lounging in a comfortable chair. “I’m not feeling a need to explore things too deeply. Just a tad bit nostalgic as I pass through this wing.”
“Whew…,” came the sigh, a sound of relief. “Then feel free to join me, thanks and please.”
“Interesting order,” I murmured to myself, but being the only One present made that distinction utterly pointless. “Do you live here?,” I thought to ask, politely inquiring.
A full-bellied giggle was her initial response, with an eventual verbal follow-up. “But, of course!,” she answered, delight still evident, her smile beaming from every syllable. “Are you saying that you don’t recognize me?… Or are you choosing to deny what has become too familiar?”
“And what, pray tell, is your role in this house? That you sit in the dark and amuse yourself?”
“I am Protector and Guardian of all that you see. A Keeper of Secrets. A Caretaker with Keys…”
“A perfect analogy, if I say so myself. You certainly have a gift for expressing yourself!”
“I’ve learned from the best,” was her reasoned response. “Words are a tool to be used with respect.”
Laughing, I followed her lead, knowing there was no coincidence in our meeting. “So… now that you’ve captured my attention and captivated my wit, what did you want me to discover here?”
She waved vaguely at the window, but spoke bluntly and clear, “the shades may be drawn, the light may be gone, but Life still goes on… beyond this wall.”
“Yes,” I whispered, barely a sound. “I’m well aware of that, my friend.”
And tears silently began to fall…
Rising, exhausted, I prepared to take leave, but she had one more point to make, it seemed.
“You know who I am, then?,” she asked quite directly.
“But, of course,” I responded with a touch of old arrogance. “You select my perceptions, as Perception Selector, protecting me from what I choose not to see.”
“Also your Interpreter, your Lens and your Focus,” she added for clarity’s sake. “Why not just call me your personal Interceptor?”
I turned for the door, ignoring her laughter, eager to leave this place and find some distraction.
“And denial is more than just a river in Egypt!,” she called after me. “That never really gets old, does it?,” I heard her chuckling.
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