This Sealed the Agreement

Pain is a powerful ingredient when a personality is forming, during the early adolescent years. Your personality was less than kind or willing, or for that matter pleasant in any way. A life of pain caused you to be somewhat incorrigible, and always impossible to reason with.

But in the presence of your patron you beamed his own vibration right back at him, and thus he saw nothing to be concerned with when he heard complaints about your behavior.

So now, you see the years did pass, and what was once a child’s body was beginning to show the future woman. Though broken and disfigured, it was undeniable. Yet by his leave, you still continued to share his private spaces.

This went beyond the command of God to nurture all children and to teach them his commandments. Perhaps he was being influenced by that devil inside of her body …

Is he blinded by its power to confuse a man?

Look at her ugly temperament and her twisted body, what is he attracted to?

It must be trickery.

In the spring the rains came at long last. Drought had control of much of the land, so much so that the dryness was impregnable. The rain swept away the tents of the nomads, sending them running for high pasture. People stayed in their homes, and the inns were filled to capacity with stranded travelers.

You had been missing for days now. Although the master stayed close to camp, he walked as if the rain could not dampen his fervor to find you. He thought you had more than likely been stranded in a cave trying to stay dry.

He searched and searched, mile after wet sodden mile, calling out for you to answer, and listening with acute attention for your reply. He did not eat nor drink, he did not stop to rest. For he knew you were never lost. Something serious must have befallen you to keep you away from camp when he was there.

Finally in the distance, he thought he saw you, and his heart stopped until he found that it was only an old woman, hobbling along in her own pain. It was then he realized that he had lost his child.

She had been left for him to find and to nurture, only to be taken away. Just as God promised, all things pass us by. If we have the eyes to see them we are fortunate. If we neglect them they pass along, never to be seen again.

The word “nurture” changed in his mind to “protect”. He did not protect this child, this gift from the Lord, granted to give him a sense of family missing from his life.

He pondered not the question of where you were, but of what he had done to lose you to a world gone mad, a world he had not prepared you to enter. A different kind of pain formed on his lips – not a cry to be forgiven, but a promise that if he ever had the chance to hold your hand again, he would never let go.

This sealed the agreement, binding him as surely as you had also been bound by your vow to remain alive until you have been rescued once again.