fallen from grace. Taking note of the fact that
his flattery might well be a ploy from the
dark side to lower my guard, he walked
away as he continued talking. "Well, I must
admit that even I, who came here on behalf
of the dark side, cannot imagine the world
without the knowledge and grace you are
bringing into it." I interrupted him. "Well,
that's interesting. So in some ways, I really
sense that you regret serving darkness, at
least on this level of consciousness."
Nodding that this was true, he remained
unable or unwilling to give up the treasures
that the dark side had given him - money
and fame - even with the awareness that
doing so would be the only way to save his
soul. "You have been willing to give up the
reward for substance," he said, "I wish I'd
been able to do the same." Looking at him, I
knew he read my sorrowful gaze. It was his
choice, his free will. "Well, day is breaking
on the East coast," he said, "I need to go."
Taking his hand, I quietly said, "Bye
now, but please don't forget those good
ideas you get. It's not too late... yet." A tear
fell upon his cheek as he disappeared from
my presence.
"Wisdom is poured forth like water, and
brent
(Brent)
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