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"Over yonder," said the Prophet, "Where you want to go is over yonder."

The young girl looked at the vast body of water before her.  Like the blue crystal carbuncle that it mirrored, the ocean had never been prettier. As far as her eyes could see, the young girl could only see the ocean, yet the Prophet was telling her that where she wanted to go  was over yonder.

"But how do I get over yonder?" Replied the young girl. "I don't have a boat, and If I had one, I couldn't row it, and my swimming is not good at all. I need those baby fins for little children if I want to swim over that big body of water."

"Can't give you any fins," said the Prophet.  "Only the fish are allowed to swim over yonder with their fins."

"So, how do you expect me to get over yonder?  Do you expect me to fly?"

"Nope. I can't give you any wings. Only the birds are allowed to fly over yonder."

"Don't tell me you expect me to crawl over yonder. You can't crawl on water."

"Sure can't. Only snakes crawl, and they are poisonous little critters that will poison you  if you let them. You don't want to hang around them buzzards.  Besides, you weren't made to crawl."

So, how do I get over yonder? Are you going to carry me?"

Nope, I can't carry you, but I'll be your guide  and keep you company.

"You mean you're not going to leave me alone?"

"Of course not. What made you think that?"

"Because I don't see the boat that brought you here."

"Little girl, I don't need a boat."

"So, how did you get over here from over yonder:"

"The same way that you are going to reach over yonder."

"Now, I am really confused," said the girl. "It seems like we're  talking in riddles, and I hate riddles!"

"Nope,  we're not talking in riddles, little girl. Are you ready?"

To humor him, the  girl stood up beside the Prophet.  Both stood before the ocean,  and the waves played with their feet.

"I'm ready," she said.

"Whatever happens, don't look at the waves," the Prophet said.  "They can be mighty scary at times, but you're alright as long as you're headed over yonder."

"Oh, I thought you were going with me."

"I am, but there will be times when you won't see me."

"What do I do then?"

"Just keep going straight. If the waves get rough, I'll come and carry you until they quiet down."

"How do you know I'll need help if you're not with me."

"Trust me," said the Prophet.  "You are in my care, even if you don't see me. I'll be there.  It's time to start?"

The small waves rushed at their feet; Shocked, the little girl stood beside the Prophet. The waves lifted them up and stood between their feet and the sand.

With amazement in her eyes, she looked up at the Prophet.  "What's  happening? Why aren't my feet touching the ground?"

The Prophet laughed. "You want to go over yonder or have you changed your mind?"

"No, I want to go."

"Then start walking.  To get there, you have to learn how to walk the water."

Ciao,
Pat Garcia