The Traveller - Chapter 11

 

The Traveller 

A Novel

By Paul McCann

 

 

Chapter 11

Gold In The Begging Bowl

 

 

Bucko was always busy with things either out somewhere , someplace on a mission or working hard in his herb garden . He loved working with plants and finding natural medicines . One of the projects he had just finished was his journey of the soul garden walk . It was a spiritual garden . more like a sanctuary for him just to walk and find inspiration along a path that went to a set of twelve steps that took him to a well . Beside the well there was a well springs pool and above the pool there was a  wooden bridge that took him to four pebbled pathways that went in different directions north , south  , east and west . At the end of these paths there was a gate that opened to an outer circular garden bed , filled with herbs, flowers, vegetables and small shrubs . They all grew in four quadrants sections that filled the circular garden bed . Within the quadrants there were small pathways allowing access to maintain each section .   The spiritual had been a labour of love over many years and was always an ongoing project . 

 

Most of the time he just wanted to be alone but every now and then Bucko needed to feel connected to peopleso he teleported into a busy village observing life without life observing him . He never abused his gift and felt honoured to have this ability to walk around unseen . Each time he teleported somewhere he always tried to assist others in some way .There was always something he would bring as a gift for someone.

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.Closing his eyes he concentrated on the gates of the monastery just outside the village further down the mountain and then as he opened his eyes he was standing  there right in front of a beggar who was sitting outside the gates of the monastery , Out of sight , from everyone , he saw those who just didn’t care for the beggar who sat there with a little wooden bowl in his hands .

He just sat there and as far as Bucko could see the beggar was totally blind.

 

When it was quiet and no one was around Bucko spoke to the beggar ,

 

“I respect who you are but I can’t accept the fact nobody is trying to help you anything .They all just walk past as if you’re invisible “

The beggar smiled and said,

“Its because they don’t understand , you’re right , sometimes I am the invisible man because they don’t want to help so it’s better for them to just pretend, I’m not there “

 

Bucko replied.  

“But you are there and I’m very pleased to meet you Mr invisible man . Now let me do something for you’”.

Bucko placed his hands over the beggar’s head and chanted aloud . He began to hypnotise the beggar and in a deep tone of voice he commanded him to sleep .

In a deep sleep  Bucko began to speak softly to the blind man ,

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“Deep in your his heart see the love , it’s there because you care for others .

Feel the hurt . Know that I can heal that hurt because hurt does not belong with you .

Think of those who can’t understand . They’re ignorant  and should be pitied  .

I am also the invisible man and they will never know who we are or the things we see because invisible menlike you and me are on a deserted  island far out at sea ,where they will never go . We are the invisible men  no one has ever seen .. 

Heal with the love that I can feel and see the things that I can see and believe in the miracle of sight . “

 

Bucko placed a gold nugget into the beggar’s bowl and stepped away to watch as the blind man awoke from a deep sleep . He looked and saw the gold nugget in his bowl and started to scream .aloud 

 

“I can see . I can see “

 

People came over and laughed at him saying.

“The poor man’s a fool he thinks he can see .”

 

“He’s as blind as a bat”.

 

The beggar took the gold nugget from the bowl and held it out for everyone to see and said ,

 

“What do you think of this then , it’s a piece of gold that I hold and as you see , I am now a rich man in your sight “

 

The beggar walked away laughing and left those who had mocked him standing there in shock . Lost for words . Lying on the ground was the beggar’s bowl .

 

“How can this be ?“

One of them said and another replied.

 

“I don’t know . It’s a miracle. “

 

Bucko walked around unseen through the village .

He was met by another traveller who spoke to him .

 

“So, I see you have a gift of healing ?”

 

Bucko  replied

“Yes, I’ve always had that gift but rarely use it . Don’t you have the same gift ?

 

The traveller said ,

‘No, I don’t , but I have other gifts . We’re not all the same you know .“

Bucko said ,

“Oh, I though we all had the gift of healing >

“Well, no, I can see what will happen in the future  and make changes to prevent disasters . I can levitate and meditate at the same time and make people laugh or cry . I have the gift of making time stand still “

 

Bucko replied ,

“That’s just  amazing . Are you here on a mission ?“

 

The other traveller replied ,

 

“ No, I was on my way to a future time when I heard how you had restored sight to a blind man and since I was in that thought I made time stand still so I could stop and have a talk to you “

 

“It’s nice to meet you . Are you waiting for something to happen or are you going to stop something from happening ?”

He gave Bucko a nod .and said.

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“It’s a long and narrow path that I have trod without seeing anyne who can restore sight to the blind . You are very gifted ?

Bucko replied.

“As I said I have always thought everyone could do thinhs like that “

The traveller walked over and said ,

:”You are walking in his love and mercy is with you . Keep healing , keep  feeling .

Keep thinking you can change the world because you can “

 

The he disappeared and Bucko was left standing there as children played on the street pretending, they were sailors on a ship at sea . 

“ Land Ahoy”

 

One of them said .

“ Send a lifeboat with Davy Jones and his crew “

“Aye Captain ‘

The kids played away and in their imagination, they were free to play and go where ever they wanted 

 

Bucko enjoyed his time walking around the village but now it was time for him to return home again .

He closed his eyes and focused on his spiritual garden and when he opened his eyes he was standing there on the pebbled path at a gateway as the sun was setting at the end of another day .

 

End Of chapter  11

 

Link to chapter 12

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The Traveller 

A Novel

By Paul McCann

 

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