#Log: #Scene: Celestine Prophecy
She suddenly found herself in a place she never was before. She’s sitting in a comfortable armchair, in a comfortable inside balcony with a cigarette in her hand. A cup of hot tea in front of her on a low table.
There is a man sitting to her left, on his ipad, talking nonchalantly. Outside the night was very warm. The city lights plentiful, twinkling and far below them. The ‘Isha prayer calls just ended their melancholic song, and the lights of the big church turn off leaving a weak silhouette in it’s wake.
“All it took was to learn that I was reacting to reality instead of responding to it”.
Her attention focused on him. She turned to look at him, wide awake and in agreement.
“These are the two words I’ve been looking for today”, she responded.
She focused her vision and attention the background behind the man. The next room was full of people. The conversation was heated and mostly one sided. A man, older than the others was speaking from the heart, about one of the many foul states of the world. She observed his body language, his eyes, his ideas.
“Is he always this intense?” She asks the bold man sitting with her.
“Yes.”
She looks back at the intense man and asked if he is close to النبوة.
“Oh, yes.”
“I feel.. relief,” she said. “It’s nice to hear someone talk like this. I just wish they change the subject”.
She turned her head away and looked down the window at the empty street outside. The lamp post emitting a hard and warm light. The trees thick and dark. It made her feel she was looking at a dream she doesn’t remember.
“What do you think about dejavous, the ones that feel like dreams?”
The man looked up from his iPad and struggled to begin.
“Well, shall I explain with an example or common sense?”
“Common sense,” she said.
“Everything connects if you are aligned.”
She turned her head back to the window, looking down at the dream scene below.
“Yeah, but I want a higher reason.”
“Well then, metaphysics.” he replied.
She smiled whole heartedly. It was enough, for now.
