bus station prophet

[asakiyume]

Yesterday I took the ninja girl to the bus station, and noticed the people there. This evening I went to pick her up, accompanied by the tall one and the healing angel.

This evening at the bus station there was a crazy person--older man, tall and lanky, with one milky-white blind eye, standing in the center of all the seats, speaking at random. “Shall I invite you to the wedding?” he said to one person. The tall one and I assiduously ignored him, heads bent over books. The healing angel was ignoring him too, concentrating (he told me later) on some missing tiling on the floor that looked like the Norse letter D.

The crazy man passed by us on the way to the bathroom, looked at the healing angel, and said, “You’re twelve, aren’t you.” And since the healing angel is twelve, he said, “Yes, I am.” And then the man said, “You know the scripture passage--‘Why were you searching for me? Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?’ Do you have the keys to the house yet? ....First the house keys, and then when you get to be a little older, the keys to the car!” And then he went into the bathroom.

It was a kind of stunning experience.

Little Springtime was disappointed she didn't get to come along... if I had known it would be such an adventure, I would surely have taken you, Little Springtime!

Comments

hm...

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

So many bits of things you provide to think about, so little time for thinking. Where are you in a bus station; neither here nor there. You're in transit, under the auspices of Mercury. Funny, his job expanded so much over the years...

Mercury is a psychopomp, and while you go to Apollo for prophecy, you go to Mercury for the straight poop.

Re: hm...

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

It was one of those things where the full significance of it only sinks in gradually--it's only later that you realize how deeply you've been marked. For instance, when I was vaguely listening to the guy before he spoke to us, and he said the bit about the wedding, I thought he was just ranting, but he was probably quoting scripture then, too--the king tries to get guests for his son's wedding, but no one will come, so he goes out into the streets to collect people. (Edited to correct poor memory of scripture...)

And I swear, one blind eye. This guy... I mean... does this stuff really happen? Yes, apparently, it does. The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls spoken in the bus terminals.

Re: hm...

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

It's a strange thing, but these things do happen.