9799797After spending the shortest number of days on a book of the biblical times, to which I shed one tear in the beginning pages and a few tears somewhere towards the end, I slept with a heavy heart thinking of the times that past between then and now and the changes that manifested itself every year since then and I dreamt. I dreamt, I was in the edge of the world, where the sea touched the horizons and the land was outlined with a range of mountains. The mountains were of golden brown, yellow and orange and were the faces and bodies of Gods. Beautiful faces with complete features, curly hair, sharp nose and pleasant smiles and the larger than life mountain gods bore just before sleeping happy smile. I stood with a book on a balcony of an inn and on my left were these magnificent mountains that invited me to come and explore. While I walked unto them, the faces smiled and made me feel like I walked on sponge. I sat on a god’s eyelash and looked at the sea that danced and seemed content. The other gods smiled as the waters splashed against their faces and suddenly I wanted to be a god that once blessed and then retired as a mountain. On my right was the inn and the long corridors that had tables set for tea. On the wall hung a large painting that was of the last supper importance and magically a picture of the same painting and the inn was printed on the cover of the book I held in my hand. My father appeared from behind me and I pointed out the book to him. He immediately seemed to understand the overwhelming joy in me when the realized the actuality of the prints in the book. He nodded me to run towards the inn and make sure for myself. The inn was furnished with wooden benches and tables and had scented candles and cucumber on table clothes. The room smelt of tea and cake and the smell of cheese. I sat at the table admiring the painting of which I knew and heard so much about. I wondered of the artist.

A few peasants came along and spoke of a messenger. I somehow had the authority to summon the poor hungry chap in and place him and feed him. He spoke of Mary and Joseph and the Christ that all of use know and waited for. I gifted him with more cake and gave him herbs from a sling bag around my waist. The inn lady explained to him the herbs were rich spices and the possession of them itself would make him fortunate. She referred to as a carrier of the trait that only generous goddess have. I looked at the painting some more and drank tea.

A few carpenters with soiled clothes walked into the inn and worried if they would be thrown out on account of their poor status. But they however sat themselves and drank tea while I smelt a combination of fresh and moist wood in their presence. A rich man came and shared the table with me and told me that these carpenters were those blessed artists who framed the glorious painting. I drank more tea and smelt the candles this time.

The inn lady told me my water for my evening bath was ready and said it was cool water from the sea with scents brought to me from Mary and Joseph. I walked in with her and turned to look at the painting one last time.

I woke and wondered what I was doing in the biblical times. I wondered why Joseph and Mary cared so much about my evening bath. And I wondered how I was given the authority in that inn and on the edge of the earth, that seemed so important and divine. Like paradise.