More than two years ago we were in the center of a city nearby.
Drinking coffee, enjoying the nice weather and in general, relaxing.
Chatting and looking around we decided to visit the church nearby. Strange that you can visit a city hundreds of times and suddenly can think: ‘Let’s do something the tourists do too.’
It was the first time we made a visit, and it never hurts to visit a church, light a candle and pray or be quiet.
Most of the time a church is quiet and ‘clean’ from any dark energy. A church is pure and the serenity of such a building is just a good feeling.
But as I said, most churches. Not every church is clean. We have 4 different churches from 4 different religions in our town. One church is a monumental building and not clean at all. There is something dark roaming around and keeping under the radar by hiding just under the roof.
Back to our visit.
It is a big church with a few big graves from way back in time. We wondered around looking at paintings, drawings, statues and read what the floor said. Graves of important people. Were they really buried under the floor? Even if they were, not everyone was staying underground.
We passed a few big stones, and my wife grabbed my arm. I looked at her in amazement.
‘What is it?’ I whispered, keeping my voice low so other visitors of the church would not hear it.
‘There is a man here and he is showing himself to me as he wants to say:” This is my place. Be careful what you say or do.”
She looked back at a point in the church.
‘He is there, making himself present.’
We were not done looking at all the paintings and drawings, but we got out as quickly as possible.
That is the first time we met.
We can now say, he is a friend. He has been around for centuries and keeps the church and the graves clean. The church itself feels pure and comfortable. That is his work. Everything what is not walking in the light, is banned from the church.
At present, if we go to the city, sometimes he joins us. Yes, outside of the church. It can be busy there with guests and tourists. So, a little escape from time to time is very welcome. And when we think of his status, the position he had when he was still alive, he is also still an ordinary man, just like we are ordinary people, who wants to enjoy and have fun.
It was morning. Not very sunny but we were in the neighborhood and went for breakfast. Not something we do often, having breakfast in the city center but hey, enjoy life while you can.
We first had a coffee, and I was struggling with an umbrella. The rain stopped so that thing could be folded again.
I struggled, waved around with it, and suddenly my wife started laughing out loud. I looked up as she wiped the tears from her face.
‘What is it? Is it that funny?’
She started to laugh again.
‘No, not you, him! He is here and he was standing next to you until you waved around with your umbrella. The move he made to avoid getting that thing in his face!’
Clearly our friend, invisible for me, made some kind of lambada, flip move.
I started to laugh to. Having that image in my head was funny.
We sat down for a breakfast, and he joined us.
The sun came through a little and the square filled with people. Bikes, scooters, and tourists who tried to avoid the racing two-wheelers.
Now, everybody knows, watching people is funny. Sometimes we are the joke ourselves and sometimes you can enjoy it yourself.
The way people react on things, how they are busy with each other, how they are dressed or seeing children play. Watching people is always fun.
And we did exactly that with our friend.
He has seen a lot. Being around for centuries and having tourists over every summer, you can imagine what he saw.
We had fun that morning.
Not with the two of us, but with the three of us.
Related Posts
