Peace had seen this man before, in a dream or in another
life, he was not certain but things were starting to repeat. People that he was
seeing and meeting were now new versions of people he had known in the
past or the same people just being reintroduced to him like reruns of an old
movie. What was happening to him, and why? Why was this huge tattooed blond
Viking looking giant of a man now standing in front of him, and why was he
protecting them?
He looked back at Love who had turned white as a ghost from
fear at the sight of the knife wielding man, and said “it’s OK, don’t be afraid”.
He turned and took a closer look at the man and suddenly knew now why he was here and he knew what he was supposed to do next. He
looked at the chef took his arm holding the knife, lowered it, and said “thank you, son”.
There are some things in life that need little explanation,
and this was one of those things. Love was with him, and now standing here in this kitchen
surrounded by the many different races, colors, and languages, he knew why. It was always Love he had been searching
for. Fate had led him to this place, where he was now safe and being protected, but it was Love that was going to help him find a way to heal instead of hurt, it was Love that was going to change the world by changing the way people thought.
He gave the man a gentle pat, and walked past him
down a long corridor still being led by the young man from the street. Peace was
not certain where the corridor led but he felt a sense of belonging and his
thoughts had changed from fear and worry to comfort and courage. Maybe, here in
this foreign land, in this old grand hotel, was where he would discover the
reason for his anguish and torment.
As he walked along he felt Love clinging to his shirt
sleeve, he turned and gave her an encouraging quick embrace. As he reached
around for her he noticed something that he had not seen or been aware of before.
She was wearing a small gold ring on the little finger of her right hand. Only he knew the
significance of this and it made him shiver with fear while at the same time
realize that yet another strange but familiar coincidence was happening to him.
"Come, hurry, my father awaits you” the young man said in a fevered pitch. “He has been waiting to meet you for quite some time”. Who was this man, and why did he know Peace, why had he been waiting and was he aware that Love was accompanying him now? The corridor seemed to go on forever as the pair hurried to their destined meeting with what he assumed to be Fate.
As they entered the small dimly lit room he could make out
the figure of a person sitting in a chair, with a large black dog at his feet.
The dog appeared to be sleeping, but Peace had the feeling that he was only
pretending to sleep while the man gently stroked his long black coat. The man
was smoking something that appeared to be a cigarette, but it smelled strange
like something from the desert, definitely not tobacco. The man motioned to the
two of them to come in as he whispered something into his son’s ear. “Go and
get them some clean clothes, and prepare one of our finest rooms”. His accent
was thick Scottish with a slight hoarseness that Peace presumed was from
whatever it was that he was smoking.
The man was an unassuming type, not intimidating, but
actually rather gentle looking with sadness in his manner and appearance. He
was dressed in what appeared to be a white linen shirt but oddly also wearing
combat fatigue pants rolled up with rubber flip flops. His hair was silver,
long and flowing with gentle waves as it careened down his neck. Around his
neck was a leather strap with nothing on it just a piece of leather hanging
down to his chest. He caught Peace looking at him and said “am I what you
presumed I would be?” Peace answered “I’m not sure, I have always wondered what
Fate would look like, but really had no idea”. “Well, I hope I do not disappoint
you, my friend”. “No, not at all, but I have to admit the dog is a little
intimidating, he has not changed since the last time we met”. “Yes, I would
expect you to fear Doom, you have been running from it for some time”. "But I have to admit something to you this is not the Doom you once knew, the Doom that you knew is long gone, vanished many years ago, this one seems to have a little more compassion, if you know what I mean"
Unfortunately Peace knew all too well what he meant...He also realized now how important Love was, and he would always be grateful for her decision to stay, and for Fate bringing them together...
To be continued….
Robert
2015
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