aware that he had been the one who called
for my assistance. As I walked closer to him,
he reached his hand out to touch mine, and I
traveled into his eyes.
Peering through his reality and
vision, his futility was immediately
apparent. Wanting to see me, he was hoping
I could free him from this life, but this was
not my place. Locked in his past, he hadn't
been able to break the chain, because he was
honoring false gods, thus, he was living a
false life.
Taking his other hand, I exchanged
telepathically. "Thanks for asking me to
come, I'm honored that you've requested me
to help you. But you must know that what
must be changed comes from within
yourself. It is not I who holds the key to your
destiny, but you, my friend. I understand. I
really do. You've trapped yourself by
following what you were told, what was
supposed to be important, what was
supposed to be real, what was supposed to
be the meaning of life. But the boat has been
lost; you've never known true love, my
friend." I paused. "Shall I say in parting,
however, that it is never too late to honor
love?"
brent
(Brent)
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