Triadic Tales - The Conversation - Short Story (Part One)


Triadic Tales - The Conversation - Short Story (Part One) 

"So how were we talking then?" Adam asked. 

"Before we talked?"


"It works like this. Every life is marked by the freedom to discover all that can be discovered. Some exercise it. Others do not. Everything is under everyone's nose."

Adam took these strolls every day. The doctor said it beat an apple. He walked back and forth, avoiding people who passed by at a fast clip. His pace and cadence varied, depending.

"So I had a sense," Adam continued.

"Let me tell you the access code, Adam. It's simple. Ask. Seek. Knock.  Abba. A universal key. Millions use it. Billions sense it. You know well enough who finds it. And why others do not."

Adam allowed five minutes for these and other guidances, alternating with five for the prayer. Six segments in all. He took in what had been said. 

"OK," he answered. "When I looked for you in the eyes of strangers as a kid -- "

"You were on the right track. It took you a long time to see, or rather to act on, how simple it all could be."

"It renders all our language absurd."

"Well, stand back, Adam. You talk. You hear a voice. Who are you talking to?"

"I name you."

"Of course, just as millions of others do. But who is this Abba  you name?"

"The voice of reality beyond me."

"Yes. But what if I said it's your higher self? You are no stranger to that vernacular. What if I said it was you talking to you?"

"You are not my higher self," Adam said.

"No, I am not. But you see beyond me to the edges of how things actually are.  You always did but you lacked the power to go with your sense of things."

"I could talk to you about that," said Adam. "At least how I see it now. And experience it. It's different than talking to you. But not entirely."

"I think we have finished for today, Adam."

"Onward," said Adam.

Panflick went back the prayer. The last four lines. Simple. Profound. Desert Island.

Deliver us from evil, Lord.
And guide us safely to your shore.
Yours is the power to heal and mend.
Yours is the glory evermore. 

He walked slowly to the back entrance of his building. 

Someone was entering. Adam hastened to get in before the heavy metal door shut. The guy saw him. Yelled sorry. Pushed the door back open hard.

Adam was glad his head wasn't taken off. And he knew that if there was providence, it was unfathomable, even with what he experienced.

"Thank you," he said as the man disappeared through an inner door.

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