An Unexpected Arrival

the one door bell ring we don't expect

 

An unexpected arrival

There was a knock at the door, which hailed my attention, as beautiful light emerged from a vapor.  The glowing colors seem to capture my every sense as the confusion wakens me. The energy rolled and twisted taken on this beautiful form, and then there she was in her wholesome form, God my creator who has come to visit me…again.

Wondering where she gets her cloths, I paused to admire her beauty, and manage to stumble some words. “What brings royalty to my humble home?” nervously questioned.

“I have come for you, are your bags packed?” she said in a clam but firm voice.

“For me my lord, why, what did I do wrong?” I said with a puzzled look. Of course, I did want to go with her and her captivating beauty, but it came as a surprise. 

“Hmmm” she sighed, as a smile spoke words of humor. “I feel an argument coming on, and as with previous conversations we know, I have heard them all.”

“Please let me Plead my case, oh dear lord, as I want you to feel my heart, my soul and the gift I give in this world of love.”

“I will hear you case and listen but please my son, do not try to evade what is needed, and you should not waste my time.”

“I will not waste your time; I will start by thanking you in advance, just in case I make a mistake that whales me into another realm that traps my soul.” As I find myself scared of the upcoming outcome

“I feel, in all my days that I had a rather glorious mission, one that only a few embark on. I have not, in anyway, cultivated that mission, nor have I erased the devastation I perceive to plague us as set forth by your dreams to me.” I said while gazing into her sparkling eyes. A most unusual event that happened as I spoke to her, my words appeared as messages in her eyes. I thought to myself, she already knows what I am going to say so she does not need me to tell it, but I will anyway.

“Continue” she motioned me to tell her more.

“I have a beautiful 12-year-old daughter, who I love so much and I would love her to have a fair chance in today’s world. Life is difficult for many and especially for me but I want her to have that chance too.” As God moved the curl from blocking my eye

Wow, she touches me and it felt so wonderful, as my knees began to shake. I could feel a silly response coming on but hesitated to blurt it out.

“How does this equate to Natalie?” as her head tilted slightly

“If I leave now, she would have to deal with some rather complicated moments in history. My country is on the brinks of war and we have lost over 4000 people fighting another country’s war. We have so many wounded more then 30,000 and there is no end in sight. Caught in a dilemma that curses our country, for the reason, only we wanted to help.  We are a laughing stock, a joke to mortal souls who will not help us solve this paradox.” As I took a breath

“We as Americans do not get respect for a variety of reasons but mostly for trying to help while using our most precious resources, like… “

“Natalie, Ralph, Natalie” she said with an elusive point

Our country has an election coming up and we need to solve these issues so that our country does not starve or feel the burden because of our kind heart. This election has many facets that control our world as we know it and the main point is this…who we put into the white house will either correct or destroy us. Here is how I figure it to work.” I said with no air left in my lungs

“First, we have two main parties, the republicans, and democrats.  These parties have some major problems with who take the presidency. I will start at the republican nominee. A person you have blessed because he survived a worthless war we labeled Vietnam. He was a war hero and could do much for the people but he has entered the caution stages of life.  He is 70 years old and with our lack of understanding of regression, I worry dearly about this. It only takes a short nano second to bombard our memory, and with this, I am concerned. He would be the president, a respectable figure to the world, and if he makes a mistake we suffer for the course of years to come.” As I grabbed my breath, her eyes embraced my soul.

 

“On the democratic side, we have two candidates, one black man and one white woman both equally good confidantes but there are some discrepancies. She lies and because she wants to be president so bad, she would do anything for that moment. I like her, think she has gone through the toughest ordeal any women in time could face but she has a dishonest nature about her. She will exploit the other person to signify her gain. She is ruthless, unfair, and downright mean. She gets others to do her dirty work and always manages to come up clean.” As God interrupts me

“Ralph you know better than making actuation that are false, how can you prove she is lying?”  She said in an angry voice

“Oh God, please do not say that about me, when she lies she does not look into the camera. She will avoid the camera like the plague in the Old Testament. The people know she is lying but she will not look into the camera.

So would anyone not look into the camera when asked a question unless otherwise they are hiding something?” As I continued on my point

 

“The third candidate is black, and has tried to spread a new message to awake the people.  They have knocked him down, but he will not waver to the old polities of norm. He is kind and everything he does is not good enough especially for those of certain states. I wonder if maybe people of color still have an acceptance level that others think they are less of a person or maybe they really do not believe he is capable to run this country. Although, they know he is, but are not willing to give him the chance. Just look at the movement he started, in the history of humankind, when has anyone delivered such a victory? Bringing awareness to those that normally would otherwise, be left out.”

“I really do not think they believe he cannot do the job, but morally they are lost in the color of his skin. My daughter has the same color skin, part white and part black. The newer generation is now aware of these silliness but the older generation still harbors the same old, were better than you complex.” 

“Just look at it my lord; this is so dehumanizing that I feel guilt for bringing it to your attention, this silliness. Please forgive me for that.”

“Finally, after all of this has past, one might ask, why people try to do things that hurt other. My daughter is my life and I want the best for her as well as the next child or parent might want. I ask that you reconsider taking me at this time.” I said with a nervous undertone   

“I do not need to tell you about the pain you will suffer the longer you are here, even though I am impressed by the way you deal with the hardships of others as well as yourself. Are you willing to except it for the sake of our daughter?” She said with a stern warning

“Yes, indeed I am, she deserves better than the same old garbage of life. She deserves the best as well as others. That concludes my case. Thank you for hearing it my beautiful lord.”

She smiled at me, brushing pass my body toward the lifeless body that lied on the bed. She tapped the body in the center of the chest, looked at me out of her left eye, than with a short burst kiss me goodbye. 

I suddenly woke gasping violently as tears dripped down my eyes…what have I done, I thought to myself…what have I done for my daughter’s sake.

“Ralph the voice said softly, for the first time in this world, you have won a case for extension, that is a major accomplishment…Natalie should be very proud of you, I know I am!” As the vapor disbursed 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I hope you can see my delimma of why I didn't go.
Although this is a different type of story, it is based on a physical dream. The dream interlaces with my health, daughter, and politics as a whole.
First, the dream gears around my beliefs and in this case, God is a woman.
Second, the political jargon without the true concern of the people at a whole.
Third, there are patterns developing around the world that are pushing us to the ends of no means.
Forth, a great racial divide in our country that still exists after 200 years.
Fifth, my present health I fight for everyday, and each fall, my life expectance drops a large percentage.
When pleading my case to live for my daughter�s protection I talked about age, truth, aggression and the old style politics. Last, I talked about race, which is a sore subject to me since I grew up in a racial divide�actually with myself if you factor in interracial.
Age: Older people�s memory tends to weaken with age and fatigue. Accidences go up especially around 70 years old.
Windows to the soul: Always look someone in the eyes if you talking about character, facts and actuations.
Old Style politics: Ruthless, lie, say thing to appease
Race: Bridge the gap, set example for other countries
The six characters have hidden messages. The goal for the extension of life is to link the characters to interact with one another. This is almost an impossible mission but not entire, and yes God knew that. The funny thing about the entire dream is it points out that you needed a person with all three candidates� qualities to be the president. At the end, no matter whom you picked you would still come up short.
Finally, in my life of post Bolus Emphysema, my lung function has stopped 3 or 4 times in my sleep. That night of the dream it stopped that is why God tapped me on my chest. That was the signal to wake up. So that �s how this story came about. I hope you at least found it interesting.

Reviews

[Annalisa]

This was good. Um a word of advice, when you have a longer piece, making the font larger makes it sort of intimidating for the reader, a sort of "oh what am I getting myself into". Had this not been a friend's piece I wouldn't have read it for that reason. But I'm glad I did because I did enjoy it, also there was s typo in the line "manager to stumble", switch manager with manage.

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LOL when i saw the title i thought maybe you were having a baby! Good write though. Good form and wonderful words. Good job

Great form, good choice of words.

This felt like a short story, and would even do well in being so. It works both ways and flows well.

This is a good piece.