was the last straw. Plastic apples!
HAD ENOUGH!" I yelled.
If this was a dream then maybe I could start things happening the way I wanted
them to. "I'm going to close my eyes," I muttered. "And when I open them, I'll
be out of this crazy dream." But when I opened my eyes, everything was still the
this is just a movie I'm stuck in," I decided. "I'm on Candid Camera, right! Yeah,
that's what it is. All right. Come on out."
CUT!" I yelled. "I'm not going to let them push me around anymore!" I puffed.
"I'm going to speak to the director and get some changes made here." I looked
around and took a deep breath.
WANT TO SEE THE DIRECTOR!" I screamed.
Nothing happened. The fields around me were silent and still.
"I'M NOT GOING ON WITH THIS
I threw a plastic apple into the air.
waiting," I mumbled, and ducked as the apple boomeranged back to me.
nuts!" I moaned. "I thought maybe just this once I could get some answers!"
I got up and started to walk off down the hill.
"Oh, all right. What do you
want?" a voice asked.
I stopped and my heart jumped. I looked around, but I didn't see anyone.
"Who are you...?" I began.
"Where are you?" I added.
the sound of the wind in the trees," the voice whispered. "But I will be whoever
you want to believe I am."
the voice laughed. "No. But then if you want to talk to God, I'm the one to go
OK. Yeah. I'd like that very much. There are a couple of questions I'd like some
answers to, and I'm sure He can tell me." Then something occurred to me, and I
suddenly felt elated.
there is a God after all!" I gasped.
did I say there was? I certainly did not. But I didn't say there wasn't, either.
Don't get me wrong. I just said, if you believe there is, you can talk to Him
I sat down in the grass and thought a moment. "But if I believed in Him, couldn't
I talk to Him directly?"
course you can talk to Him. You can talk all you want."
"But will he answer me?"
you believe He will, He will."
I'll hear His voice?"
I say that?"
no. But how will I know?"
there is a God, and you believe in Him, you'll take some sign to be His answer.
You know, like some coincidence or synchronicity that happens out of the blue.
Or you might hear voices, like this one, which are only the whispering wind in
the trees, as I've said, and think they're God. Which of course they aren't."
was confusing. "So there's no God?" I asked desperately.
I say that? Just because you didn't actually hear God's Voice doesn't mean that
God wouldn't exist anyway. For if there were a God, those voices could be Him
speaking through some natural phenomenon like the wind rustling through the trees,
making you think He was talking to you."
huh," I mumbled, waiting for everything the voice had just said to make sense.
"But you're not God?" I asked when nothing clicked.
"I told you that already."
but ... there is a God?"
we go over this already?"
get it. In other words, you're not saying anything," I grumbled. This was getting
told you. I'm just the sound of the wind in the trees. How could I possibly say
I grunted between clenched teeth. "This is all a dream, right?"
"Could be. But then again,
what is dreaming, and what is reality? You're experiencing this right now. But
if it is a dream, and you wake up later, you'll say this was a dream."
The voice waited, and I waved my hands. "Yeah, so," I conceded.
"If this is reality, then
you'll never wake up out of it. But even so, all realities pass; tomorrow it will
have been your yesterday, and you won't be living this moment anymore. So, for
all intents and purposes, it might just as well have been a dream. Know what I
I woke up. Don't ask me when. It's been like one long day, but it could have been
forever ago. I don't know who I am, where I've been, or where I'm going."
Does anyone really know? Then again, when it's all over, did it really matter?"
is really depressing. I'm not taking any more of this dumb dream. And I'm really
tired of you."
afraid we never really have a choice in the matter. You'll have to keep dreaming
this dream until you wake up, or if it isn't a dream, well, until it's over. And
as for being tired of me, I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you. I'm just
your own thoughts, so you're stuck with me, and you'll be stuck with me, kind
thoughts? But I don't always hear you talking like this."
"You hear what you want to
hear. But then, maybe you don't. And then again, I could just be pulling your
leg about the whole thing. Actually, I'm sitting here cozy by a fire, drinking
a cup of cocoa, thinking out loud. This cocoa is good, too."
"I thought you said you were
I didn't say I was your current thoughts."
you didn't. But what is that supposed to mean!"
"You might have thought this
yesterday. You may have dreamed it. Or you might not have thought it yet."
are you talking about?"
find out soon enough. But then, maybe not. You might have to wait for the sequel.
Anyway, good luck with...well...whatever this is you're in. Later Dude."
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Voices In The Wind
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