"What is this all about?", I demanded.
He turned his head both ways, obviously looking around the room, for what, or whom, I do not know.
"There are things you may know..."
"What are you talking about?!!"
"Please be patient..."
"No!! I want to KNOW what you're talking about?"
"Alright, then. "You're memories are important to grasp the mean character of life and reality. I was sent to you to protect your life from unscrupulous people who may not care for your life. It is all in good time, I may say".
"No!!! There is nothing about me that needs guarding. I have lived, with little exercise in justifiable concern by anyone else. And, another thing, I resent that your 'mission' is about protecting me. Tell me what you are really doing here, and why I should even listen to you?"
"Your thoughts are not your own, sir."
"Maybe I should leave", I insisted.
"No!! Wait!! You ARE becoming a soldier of the mind forces. That's all I can say, here and now."
"Ok. I've had enough, and so have you. Get out of my sight. Now!!"
"As you wish, sir."
I was furious and confounded by his words, as I walked out of the inn. I thought, 'Who does he think he is?' I kept on walking and heard his words ringing in my ears. I had to find a quiet place to LINGER for awhile.
One remains a seed as yet to germinate
And florish. A seed is a potential forest, in due time. What shall one do to begin?