“[…]the ugliest of spirit bodies.”
Yeah, angels are ashamed to know of these ‘bad’ guys and how they come across with the guise of ‘good’. ‘It’s all good’, said the fat one, whose soft spoken voice would always melt always any doubt and fear of not knowing what to expect, when or if anything material would manifest as reality. ‘It doesn’t matter where it came from’, he said later on in one of my many conversations via cellphone. I hated talking over the phones, especially the potential of cancer derived from its overuse. But this was my lifeline to hope.
I don’t know why I continued to believe the fat one after eight slong years. I guess he has gained my trust gratefully for whatever reasons after making many discoveries by my own research. I could have been a good investigator of all sorts but settled for the ease of data entry jobs instead. I kept the day job to help pay for my personal expenses and for good reasons that I shall keep to myself. My other job was hard work too. But this one has taught me hard lessons about doing my job well and to the best of my abilities in spite of harboring deep sentiments of frustrations.
I wanted to be out of their lives forever but was told, ‘It’s too late’. The buck teeth smiled knowingly to me but I was clueless about how he ‘found’ me back then and I still don’t know what has become of that fool. All I know is that his family is the poorest among his relatives. I took pity on him and thought my efforts were not in vain but for the good of everyone. But ‘Razor’ didn’t like him. The parasite whom I thought sincerely wanted to be my friend had to go. He used to rent a room with Filipinos and I had the sneaky feeling he wanted to worm his way into my life and never leave.
My thoughts about the fat one could never leave me, however, ever since he claimed to have been tested to possess ‘gifts’. I didn’t know back then he was ‘special’ until years later after this small revelation. I recall mentally thinking out loud to myself around 10:30PM, ‘When could I go home’? The five adults were laughing at that time about some joke as I continued rubbing his thick back with my left hand. The feeling was contagious after that ‘magical embrace’ earlier in the middle of the room.
We had our backs to the wall. And after wondering how much longer I must stay in that room, I felt his fingernail from his right index finger dig in between the area between my shoulder blades. This unexpected action signaled to me that it was time to go. I don’t know who made the first move but we ended up giving each other bear hugs. This was the last time I saw him in person and am hoping to meet him again. We shall soon see what happens – egad!
Yeah, so whatever will be is meant to be. Whatever appears bad is reflected as bad. For all the good in the world has always been there, including all that imagery of islander hospitality from paradise and the people who want to reflect what I had originally requested and promised years before my journey – to serve those in the most need. Although these ‘bad’ guys appear ugly for not telling the whole truth and probably for good reasons, their motives are meant to be good for everyone, I guess.
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