If I Could Only Say It

People were shocked.  They made comments.

They still might be talking about it.

But, if they knew the whole story, they would be silent.

For years.

There was nothing common about the way David and I met.  Nothing normal about it – at all.  The details around our meeting, our exodus, and the amazing reason for all of it.

I have tried to write it in segments.  I had another site “Confessions of a Mystic.”  I tried to tell the story, piece by piece.

It was just too complicated to put on the blog.  Too amazing to limit it to 500 words per post.

As amazing as this sounds, there was almost a movie about it.  It would have been unbelievable, but the producer and the screenplay writer wanted to add things into it – that never happened.

That’s when I started backing off.

“This will be bigger than DaVinci Code and Close Encounters combined,” they said, on a 3-way call.  They laughed like children, they were so excited.

But, they wanted to add elements that never happened.

“Tell me, what do you want for your story,” asked the screenplay writer.

“The only thing I want is a ranch in New Mexico.  I want to raise sheep,” I said.

“Oh,” he said.  “That will be no problem, whatsoever.”

He giggled like a kid.

They were so excited.

Until, they said that wanted to add things that never happened.

“I can’t do it,” I said.

“What?” they replied.

“No,” I said.  “I’m out.”

I never heard from either one of them again.