Wallynut

I started off as I usually do, jogging along the shore. The sun isn’t exactly in the sky; rather there is a hazy light, similar to dusk. I decided to sprint, faster and faster, until I was so exhausted I couldn’t move another muscle, and I collapsed on the sand. I could hear music in the distance, but I was too tired to get up. But I listened intently, and I heard it more distinctly. It was a male voice singing, in perfect pitch, clear, piercing notes interspersed with laughter. It was very strange. The laughter wasn’t exactly pleasant, not a cackling, but there was no real substance to it. However the singing was pure, no doubt about it. I looked up and saw a face looking down at me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. I thought perhaps I knew the man, but couldn’t place him. He was tall, blond, and eager to talk to me. He was wearing running shorts and a colorful scarf, barefoot and hat-less. His hair was in his eyes and he flipped his head so he could see me better.

We started walking together along the shore. He was talking rapidly. I strained to listen but couldn’t understand him. It seemed he was speaking English, and I kept thinking that if I tried harder, I would comprehend, but after awhile I gave up, deciding that it was gibberish. Except for when he pulled me up from the sand, he hadn’t looked directly at me. It was becoming clear to me that he was drifting off somewhere else, not an uncommon experience for folks in this place. I stopped in my tracks to see if he would notice. He kept walking for maybe twenty steps then stopped, looked around, saw me and began walking back to me. I could see his face go from surprise, to anger, to sadness, to fear and settled on surprise. When he got up to me, I held out my hand and said, “I’m Wally.”

He reacted automatically, saying his name was David, and we shook. His handshake was limp. “I’m a singer,” he told me. His speech was clear as a bell now. “I am famous, with millions of devoted fans. I cannot even set foot in a city without thousands surrounding me. That is why I come to the beach here, to have some peace and quiet.” His look had a kind of desperateness to it now, waiting for my response.

I learned long ago that it is impossible for me to lie in this place, and that I can tell instantly when another entity is telling the truth. He was not. It didn’t bother me, of course, but as a way to avoid wasting time I said, “It’s OK you know, but I thought it would save you time and energy to let you know that I can tell that you are lying. It has something to do with the nature of this place.”

David froze. Again, his a face went through many contortions, so fast this time that I was unable to distinguish the different emotions or moods. “It might not be easy,” he replied, “but perhaps I could practice telling the truth.”

“Only if you think it would help,” I replied. “It’s completely up to you.”

David looked around, as if seeing this place for the first time. “What is this place anyway? Where the hell am I?”

Shifts in awareness like that cause immediate changes in this place. As I looked around I could see throngs of angelic beings approaching David, of all shapes and sizes. Some appeared almost physical, solid. Others were ephemeral. My thought was that each was vibrating at a different frequency, all trying to match the changing energy signature of David. One seemed to succeed the best. I saw her as female, tall, bald, charcoal-colored skin, wearing a long pink and purple gown with maybe a dozen flowing silk scarfs floating around her. She nodded to me and approached David. It was obvious that he saw her. All of a sudden, unexpectedly, he opened his arms and sighed. She enveloped him and they both disappeared, like in Star Trek when someone beams away.

It happened so suddenly I was caught off guard. I noticed all the other angels drifting away. I casually wondered why none of them ever spoke to me, but of course it didn’t bother me. I figured they had their reasons. I suspect it had to do with the fact that I was still embodied, and they respected my privacy. Anyway, I felt incredibly blessed and content, happy at what I had learned about truth-telling. I lay down in the soft warm sand and took a little nap.

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