The MeoP Concept

This is the story of MeoP. MeoP came to me long ago, when my hair was long and my eyes still wide with innocence. Being just a boy, MeoP filled me with the hope and dreams of a bright and promising future. A future discovered during a summer of my youth when the clouds obscured the breathless sky only rarely. Magical days that were marked by a warm sun and a whispering wind while the nights were audience to the stars and the music of the twilight world. It was then while nearing my twentieth year that I had a mystical experience. A transforming experience that produced an artistic prophesy among the trees and mountain laurel as an eruption of beautiful thought coloured the vision of a simple man.

It started on a day like any other as I took my morning walk. I often started my day with an early walk for the mornings were pleasing as they coloured the sky with the promise of a bright new day. Peaceful days that began with a crack of light sending sunny ripples through the lofty air. Angelic air that ushered me along as I emerged from a small brown house on a mountain by the edge of the forest. A humble home amidst a mysterious forest that was strangely alive as I stepped from the porch and crossed a dewy glade to a magical mountain path.

The air was cool and crisp as I followed the narrow path that snaked through that shallow hollow. The trail was well worn for animals and the like frequented that part of the forest. Following the trail as it weaved among the trees and underbrush, I climbed the gradual glade that led into the forests above. Walking effortlessly while expecting nothing but the joy of a private moment, I silently relished a mystical splendour in the grass. A magical splendour that guided me around a bend that dipped for a few yards before rising to a bare knoll that resembled a lookout point appropriately described in books that explain such things.

Now, on that knoll grew an oddly shaped tree that seemed to possess some sort of secret knowledge. Wedged by a smiling rock that was flat on top and large in proportion to me, it rose to a height of three feet in which I could dangle my legs and feet. Feeling a little tired from my morning climb, I dropped to the rock’s surface and inched my way to the tree. Nearing its twisted limbs, I observed the numerous cracks and crevices that recorded the effects of long hot summers and the bite of a northern winter. Comfortable with the spot and feeling generally relaxed, I peacefully rested against the tree and calmly closed my eyes.

Uncertain of how long I stayed that way, gradually I felt myself being called from slumber. An awakening that began as a faint appearance in a clump of shimmering trees. Hardly able to believe my eyes, I witnessed a beautiful nymph looking at me through the morning mist. Transparent in a sense yet plainly visible, she gently glided back and forth as my pulse raced and breathing stopped. Certain that it was an illusion yet unable to diminish the presence, I was locked within her gaze as we established a bond that expanded my simple thoughts.

She was an enchanting sight as she calmly floated on the early morning breeze. Elegant movement that emanated from the tips of her flowing hair to the pulse of her beating heart. A warm heart that shed a smile that promised the world. A world now different as she cast her spell on me.

Appearing playful as she gingerly danced in the air, one moment beckoning me with provocative hand gestures and the next moment warning me away even though I hadn’t moved. Using no discernible words as I remember, she explained her presence through a soft vibrancy that echoed through the forest. It was a profound message.

“My name is Alethia! I am the Goddess of Truth, and a Messenger of Hope. I have come from the Earth to which we all do pass. Your thoughts like a beacon on a rain drenched cliff have summoned me to your side. Listen as the story unfolds.”

“And suddenly the world opens to you. It becomes receptive to your touch, sympathetic to your thoughts and reassuring to your dreams. Dreams that possess the secret of who you are. A secret only now discovered for you have been given an opportunity to live, rejoicing in the moment as you learn to let be. By trying to see the good in life more good things have appeared and that has made all the difference. By not taking life for granted you have captured the magic of being in the world. An amazement of creation that understands life with a sense of wonderment. Wonderment that you serenely discover in the bliss of your own private thoughts. Profound discoveries that will enable you to redefine the scope and purpose of many things.”

Overwhelmed by her beauty and intimidated by the power of the message, I meekly remained quiet while waiting to learn more. A wish for answers that she knowingly provided.

“You can understand my message as an indication of the future for you are a person that awaits their calling. A person only now realizing that for which they were created. A purpose forged during infancy that awaits an earthly direction you will find in our future travels. So, follow me for you have much to learn as we journey to the Land Where Trees Are King!”

And then she slowly drifted away. First right, then left, up then down, her image became as elusive as a will-o’-the-wisp rising and falling on the warm mountain currents. Drifting with the grace of a butterfly and the conviction of a sage, Alethia laughed “Follow Me – Follow Me!” On a mountain by the edge of the forest.

By that time, I was both shocked and confused, spellbound and inspired. What possible meaning could such an occurrence have? Her manner was polite and reserved while shimmering with a rare quality that instilled trust. But nonetheless she was a spirit and her presence indicated something far from ordinary. A revelation that I reluctantly accepted while standing from the rock and following her form up the mountain.

Moving at a moderate pace, Alethia stayed just beyond my grasp as she led me from the path that I had followed before. Whether I ran or crawled, laughed or cried, she remained just beyond my reach. Crossing the mountain in a random manner, one moment we climbed and the next moment we descended as our directionless travel led me through sectors of the forest I’d never seen before. Not understanding the purpose of our trek and growing frustrated with our meaningless way, I cautiously mustered the will to call out:

“Alethia! What is the meaning of this? We have been traveling for a very long time, yet we seem no closer to the place of which you speak.” A probing question that she answered directly.

“You must understand that the place we seek is not anywhere in particular, but rather it is everywhere in general. A place found along a path of knowledge known only to a few that discover its secret. A profound secret that you will discover by following this path. So, accept this destiny and silence those impatient thoughts, because nothing is gained by rushing to the mountaintop.”

“But what does that mean? Is our journey nearly complete?”

“No, our journey has just begun, so listen and you shall learn. It started when you were a child. Inquisitive as many children are you possessed an inherent propensity for original ideas. A point of view with an unusual twist that provided a unique angle on the subtleties of life. A vision of understanding that commands you to state the obvious while telling the world of things that shall come to pass.”

“Okay, I understand your message and trust your guidance, but what am I supposed to tell them?”

“You shall learn soon enough. Let it suffice to know that you possess a wisdom that will elevate you above the meaningless chatter that confuses so many misguided people. A wisdom long in the making but true in its message for therein lies your destiny as you await its fulfillment.”

And then Alethia turned and said no more. A solitary silence that I calmly endured by continuing my meaningless ways. Climbing and descending as we crossed and observed, the world flew by while the forest stood still. A profound stillness that I experienced while weaved among the trees and underbrush in search of a place I had yet to see. A desperate search that tested my resolve until a profound sense of peace gradually passed over me.

So, with the forest blossoming and Alethia drifting nearby, I gradually came to know a unity unlike any I had ever experienced before. Focusing my attention on the panorama about me, an acute sense of oneness captivated my thoughts. A rapturous moment that gave my life a vision captured in song and sustained in lore.

The awe that it provided was limitless in depth and fathomless in scope. An aesthetic moment that fostered feelings of a larger perspective. A transcendental moment that changed my life while the birds sang and the deer played tag in the wooded mist. A mystical splendour that engendered a sense of oneness that I struggled to understand.

And accompanying this sense of oneness was a mysterious sound. A chiming echo that was strangely musical as it peacefully vibrated through the forest. Avoiding any pinpoint location that sound originated from some unknown source that saturated everything in its wake. Flowing freely on the fresh mountain air, it pulsated in and out like a radio signal, providing me with assurances in its beautiful chords.

So, I walked and thought only of the forest. A very easy chore for the forest was a very interesting place indeed. Being home to wildlife and in constant change, there was much to see and be thankful for. Abundant sights that were intricately divided by an array of deer trails as squirrels and raccoons provided a multitude of activity to see. Endless activity that lured me deeper into the forest.

Being drawn into the forest’s simple charm, I bonded with its calming influence while crossing a small mountain stream. A challenging jump that was made easily with my lightened heart and expanding thoughts. Holy thoughts that worshiped the moment as I noticed a mother doe and her frisky fawn grazing in a meadow. Together they represented a timeless cycle of rebirth as she stood drinking from the clear mountain water while the fawn made wild dashes through the surrounding brush. Captivated by their honesty, I calmly joined their world as together we lived. Merging as all our differences disappeared, we peacefully co-existed in the life of the forest.

At the same time a splash to my left revealed a wily raccoon wrestling with a slippery mountain trout. Observing the dynamics of their relationship, it occurred to me that they were perfectly suited to fulfilling their roles. But understanding this also left me feeling somewhat sympathetic, wondering how the trout felt being pulled from its watery home. I learned from my vision that some must give up their lives to further the lives of others.

And then I noticed a small grey squirrel dancing on an overhead limb. Peering down as I looked-up, it remained perfectly still when I asked, “How are you little fellow?” Seeming to be at ease with my presence, I interpreted an odd twist of his head to mean, “Quite well thank you!” A welcomed answer that he provided before leaping into the leafy canopy with a burst of fresh energy. A solemn departure that announced the continuance of my journey.

I suppose the better part of the day had passed as Alethia and I climbed through that sector of the forest I’d never seen before. A time spent thinking that I was somehow the first human to ever cross that place while considering all the events to which the forest had been host. And just as my reflective thoughts had soared to unparalleled heights, rising in peaks of intellectual bliss, my step found the small trough of a busy working groundhog as I quickly fell back to earth. A solitary groundhog whose simple task of meagre design once again placed my feet on firm ground.

So, nearing a time that warned of sunset my travels continued onward without any hint of salvation. Following Alethia through every conceivable direction, I seemed lost in a forest that offered no hope of escape. A burdensome forest of blocked passages and unfulfilled promises that led to a precarious spot atop a towering mountain tier.

The tier was a unique place that overlooked a broad expanse of ground. It was buffered by mountainous cliffs on three sides and was a vantage point for understanding as it provided a view of some unknown destination that far outdistanced my sight. A destination that twinkled on the horizon only being approachable upon a long and treacherous path.

So, nearing exhaustion my journey briefly paused on that towering mountain tier, because I needed to rest and to think. Our search was now strangely adrift, and Alethia gave no hint of direction as she silently circled about me. This loss of direction thus left me feeling strangely anxious. My anxiety then intensified as Alethia gradually faded from my sight.

Well, I was stunned by her disappearance. Alethia had not left me before, but now she was gone! But why? To where? And without a word? Instead, replacing her encouragement was complete and utter silence. Earth shattering silence that was haunting in its roar.

My first thought was, “What now? What do I do? How do I proceed? Where has she gone for I know not where I trod?” Through our journey I had grown accustomed to her flowing smiles and faint whispers, but with her now gone it was like waiting for someone that is late and you know not if they’ll come. Thus, I felt as a gloomy period did so slowly pass.

However, after much contemplation and the passing of some precious time, I was gradually able to regain my wits and plan for the future. A future that I must endure, so I resolutely pledged to follow the truth no matter where it may lead. Hence, with my vision fully restored and my resolve firmly intact, I then observed Alethia swoop like an autumn wind to my side, inspiring me with an enlightened lesson.

Color Lesson

“To folly in the mist look to colour. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, violet, white! See red, be it a rose or a tomato removing the item to see only red! See orange, be it a fruit or a crayon discarding the item to see only orange! See yellow, be it a bird or a lemon abandoning the item to see only yellow! See green, be it a broad leaf or fresh lettuce banishing the item to see only green! See blue, be it the endless sky or a tropical ocean fleeing the item to see only blue! See purple, be it a ripe grape or a sweeping rainbow leaving the item to see only purple! See violet, be it a lovely flower or any object that helps you focus departing the item to see only violet! Now see white, be it a billowing cloud or a warm bed sheet wallowing in its brilliance as we consummate our bond!”

And then the instantaneous effect of my visualizing that Colour Lesson was that my domicile suddenly changed. A transforming change that placed me within the confines of another place. I found myself completely submersed in a reservoir of water hidden within a small protective cove. It resembled a subterranean cavern with warm currents as its shiny walls glistened with droplets of water. A secluded enclave that was free of anxiety with a small portal in the distant ceiling.

I was completely immersed as I remember yet felt strangely buoyant for my pocket of dampness was heavily salted. Being warm and relaxing, I felt strangely at ease while scanning the walls of my watery womb. Generally feeling safe and relaxed while thriving in the security of those tranquil waters, I would have been quite content to remain in my nurturing refuge of solace forever.

However, destiny had different intended plans for my hiatus from responsibility soon came to an end. An end that announced a new beginning as a great storm passed over my humble abode. A storm that swamped that place of contentment while I fought against the looming consequences. Struggling to remain stable while being pushed and pulled by that storm, my hiatus from responsibility quickly ended as violent contractions drew me toward the distant portal.

I was disgusted with my journey at that point. “Forget this stupid, endless search. I only want to go home.” I thought. The beautiful dreams of the day had become nightmares of the night and I was clearly at the mercy of an unknown force. A force that propelled me skyward as I found myself on the wings of a massive bird.

It was an Albatross as I remember. A very unusual Albatross for its wings were covered with words. Coded words that chimed with rhyme while speaking of history and the meaning of it all. Addressing all subjects of existence, there seemed to be no limit to the breath and scope of those tailored wings.

Well, that mysterious Albatross was then carrying me high into the clouds while moving us toward a majestic castle. A place that was enormous in size and impressive in design. I was further intrigued to learn that its walls were covered with poems. Inspirational walls that revealed messages of hope and salvation as we softly settled onto its cloudy courtyard.

Upon arrival, I was amazed to see a small boy silently emerge from the cloudy floor. Being immediately drawn to him, a gentle flap of the Albatross’s wings encouraged me to dismount. Wanting to avoid any unwanted surprises, I cautiously stepped on the cloud covered landing before turning to the boy.

He was a lovely little boy with sandy blond hair and large turquoise eyes. Being about three years of age, his skin was whiter than freshly fallen snow as he stood smiling in the moonlight.

“Hello, little boy.”

“Hi.” He said with a smile that spread from ear to ear.

“What is your name?”

“Oh, I have no name.” He calmly replied.

“No name? But everyone must have a name.”

“No. Not me, I’m just a boy.”

“Well, I guess that is okay. Besides, sometimes names are confusing. So, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I am just trying to put something beautiful into the world. Beauty is a good thing, and I am trying to capture its magic. Since I like to write poems, I scribble my thoughts onto these walls. Would you like me to show you around?”

“Yes, of course!”

So, placing his hand in mine we crossed that cloudy courtyard and approached the voluminous walls. Towering walls that were decorated with miraculous inscriptions, being laced with messages of truth and goodness. They were the work of a master that toiled to maintain a sense of beauty in the world. He then wrote a poem for me.

Forever Gone

Joy flows forth of simplest origins,
as the way harkens from the shadows.
That from which we come, so must we eventually go.

The horizon is riddled with prospects of the unknown,
for uncertainty is the puzzle of life.
A clue seen as we learn the lessons life does churn.

So why fret the inevitable conclusion?
Better yet embrace the freedom such thoughts provide.
Enjoy life for tomorrow it may be gone.

I found his message refreshing. His honesty was beyond question and his understanding seemed timeless. When I asked him how he knew so much, he answered.

“MeoP helps me!”

“MeoP? Who is MeoP?”

“Don’t you know?”

“No, I have never heard of him before.”

“Well, you shall learn soon enough.” He insisted.

“Good, I would like that very much and maybe he can help me as he has helped you?”

“Perhaps. MeoP is always encouraging me to practice my poetry while I wait.”

“I see, and how long have you been waiting?”

“Oh, I’m not quite sure. Being a boy there are many things that I do not understand.”

“Well, your poetry is lovely and do not worry about being a little boy. There are just as many things that adults do not understand.”

Nodding his head in agreement, a broad smile told me that he understood.

“So, are you waiting alone?”

“Yes.” He said while his smile became less free.

“But no family? Is there anyone to help you?”

“No, I am all alone and families are very scarce these days.”

“I see. That is too bad. So, do you ever get lonesome?”

“Yeah, sometimes, but I have my work and my feathered friend is always around. He is a great teacher that helps me to understand things.”

“I see. You seem to know him very well.”

“Oh yes. He has been coming to see me for as long as I can remember.”

“Well, he seems very nice. Does he have a name?”

“Sure, he has many names, but I just call him Time.”

“Time, huh. I like that. Yes, Time suits him well.”

“He is very nice once you get to know him.”

“I would like that. Does he ever speak?”

“Oh yes, he is speaking to me now.”

“Really? But I did not hear a word.”

“Well, there is a reason for that. You did not hear Time speak because Time does not use words. Instead, Time uses an ancient language we call Silent Talk.”

“Silent Talk? I have never heard of such a thing. What kind of language is that?”

“Oh, it is a timeless language that predates spoken dialects. You can understand it as a different language type. I learned Silent Talk long ago, but it is very easy if you practice.”

“Good, I hope that happens to me. Can you tell me how you learned Silent Talk?”

“Sure, Time taught me. If you stay with Time long enough he will teach you as well.”

“Yes, I would like that very much. So, what is he saying now?”

“Oh, Time says that you have a lot to learn.” He giggled.

“Well, he is probably right.” I agreed.

“Time is always telling me that I’m to be a Poet. He encourages me to be patient while I wait, because it gives me a chance to practice.”

“Yes, practice can be helpful, and I trust that you will be a great Poet someday. Keep working and I’m sure that everything will be fine.”

“Thanks.” The boy replied with a broad smile. A smile that lingered until his small hands drifted to his eyes as he rubbed them with a gesture of sleep.

“I need to take a nap.” He announced.

“Yes, of course, I didn’t mean to keep you so long.”

“Oh, that’s okay. It was good to see you and I enjoyed our visit.”

“As did I.”

So, then after a long series of goodbyes we parted as good friends trusting that we would meet again. He then walked away, turned and waved before disappearing into the cloudy floor. At that same moment my Albatross gently flapped its wings which I understood to mean that it was time to go. So, understanding his prompt I climbed onto its back as we set sail on a course unknown.

I sensed a new element of urgency within my Albatross as we streaked across the sky. A searching period that I used to read Time’s word covered wings. Incredible passages that referenced celestial worlds as I witnessed recordings being continuously made. I had been given a vision of reality that is a Poet’s dream and my destiny. However, the history of my plant Earth was missing in Time’s Fabled Wings. Because of this, I was at risk of losing my properly referenced human mind. So, feeling strangely lost I cried out for help.

“Time! Help me Time! I am lost in the vastness of your wings. I am estranged from my world and losing touch with reality. Please help me find my world!”

A humble request that Time answered with an unexpected response. Suddenly my Albatross lurched forward and threw me into the chilling air of uncertainty. Tumbling uncontrollably through a vast field of emptiness, I lost my human point of reference while thinking that death was near.

However, the end was not what I expected. Instead of an impregnable wall, I landed on a filthy cushion. A rancid cushion of soot and dust that was foul to smell and hard to endure.

My first impression of my new home was a profound and lasting one. I was in a God-forsaken place of parched earth and blowing soot. Soot that whirled in the wind as it choked my throat and stung my eyes. A dead planet encased by lifeless air.

I bore witness to a wasteland beyond compare. Concerned by that dreadful sight, I pondered what to do as movement began on the distant horizon. Expanding as it approached, a fiery brilliance was forming amidst the soot. A fiery brilliance accented by billowing flames of burning alfalfa.

Remembering its potency, I should have been frightened out of my wits. Such images reminded me of the fire and brimstone stories of my youth. However, as I gazed upon the approaching flames, vivid images of intense clarity gradually became visible in the fiery brilliance.

The Visionary Flames produced the image of a young man riding a large bird atop a burning crest. Struggling to see clearly, I realized that the bird was my Albatross and the man an identical likeness of me. A likeness so exact in detail that I shook my head in disbelief.

“But that is not possible!”

However, the images remained approaching in a boiling mixture of fire and smoke. Nearing to within a few feet of my position, the onslaught stopped in a pregnant pause as my twin emerged from the flames. Looking at him with disbelief, I was confused by his presence until he broke the silence with these words.

“I suppose you have a few questions?”

“Yes, that is an understatement.”

“Well then go ahead.”

“I’m not sure where to begin.” I stuttered.

“Begin anywhere.”

“Okay, who are you?”

“I am you and you are me.”

Puzzled by his answer I humbly replied, “I’m sorry, but that doesn’t help me very much.”

“Well fear not for I am here to help. Know that I am a part of you and you shall call me MeoP!”

“Interesting name, but I still don’t know what to say. I am obsessed with this vision, and it leaves me confused. I have so many questions that need answered. What does all of it mean?”

“It means many things that you have yet to learn. Your life is now changed for you shall not live as you have. United with me makes you different for I am an important part of you. A part that you will come to know and trust. A part that shall guide and comfort you when life is hard. A part that will strengthen and develop as you learn and grow.”

“Well, all of that is well and good, but I still do not know who you are.”

“Fair enough, so let me explain. In the simplest of terms, I am a visual manifestation of your thoughts.”

“What! A visual manifestation of my thoughts? And what does that mean? Am I losing my mind? Am I having some type of psychotic episode?”

“No, you are fine as you are. There is no reason for you to worry. This vision is an indication of your future.”

“Well, that still doesn’t help me. If you are a visual manifestation of my thoughts, then does that mean that I created you?”

“Well, yes and no. We sort of created each other.”

“You’re kidding. If that is true, then this entire vision is the result of my own imagination.”

“Yes, that’s right. And to further enhance this vision, I want you to think differently about how you think.”

“I would like to, but that is impossible. I think the way that I think, so your request seems undoable.”

“No, I am quite serious. Just consider this; People think therefore they are and they are what they think.”

“Well, that is not very encouraging, since my latest thoughts have been far from normal.”

“Well, cease those worrisome thoughts as I explain my presence. Understand that every man, woman and child, from the poorest beggar to the wealthiest politician has a MeoP. This includes all the great historical figures of recorded time. It was their charismatic MeoPs, that enabled them to do their lifetime work. However, since most of us are not great, being limited by our singular intellects, we must therefore toil with our existences while doing the best that we can. Hence, the doctor practices medicine while the lawyer practices law because of their MeoP.”

Considering MeoP’s words for a moment, I did sense an element of truth in his message, but it was far too simplistic to be correct. So, having these reservations I forcefully voiced my concern.

“Okay, I get your point and accept that some of what you say may be true, but I also believe that people are much more complex than the work they do. The doctor’s life is more than medicine just as the lawyer’s life is more than law. People are not one dimensional since most people have many interests outside of their own professions. Understanding this, I suspect that your logic is far too simple to be true.”

“You are very perceptive my friend and your doubt has merit, so listen carefully to what I have to say. The degree to which a life does vary from the thoughts one holds, is the way by which you measure the strength of MeoP’s hold.”

“Cute rhyme, but what does it mean?”

“It means that an ordinary MeoP can be sublimated to a position of secondary importance, thus doing little more than rolling their twin out of bed and off to work each day. Such MeoPs have only a marginal influence on the life of their twin playing no decisive role in the history of the world.”

“Okay, so what is your point? Are you implying that we will accomplish something memorable?”

“Yes, I mean that and more for your MeoP is far from ordinary. You possess the rare gift of articulation, being the proud carrier of a distinguished lineage. You are the apocalyptic brother of Noah and have a distinguished lineage that makes you a Poet.”

“Well, you sketch a fascinating story so tell me what you want me to do?”

A request that MeoP answered with a stark warning. “The Earth is one huge tear drop in the sky silently weeping for tomorrow while struggling to survive each day. The Earth is at risk of being transformed into a barren wasteland.” An ominous warning that I summarily rejected.

“Really? Is it truly that bad? Granted, there are some persistent problems, and the future may seem bleak, but I trust that our environment will survive and adapt.”

“Yes, that is a very common position to have. Unfortunately, it is much more serious than you are aware. To understand the full gravity of the problem I want you to think about death.”

“I usually prefer to avoid such morbid thoughts.”

“I quite agree, but you cannot avoid them forever, so tell me what happens when everything looks and smells of death?”

“Oh, given the circumstances I suspect that it looks like this barren moon.”

“Very good. But what happens when it gets even worse?”

“Huh, you say that like a threat, but I don’t see it getting any worse.”

“Well, I intend to change your mind, because you are sadly mistaken. To understand the future, I want you to gaze into my ring and tell me what you see.”

A simple command that he made while extending his right hand, thus revealing a golden signet ring. A glowing ring with a glistening crown that bore images of intense clarity. I discovered within the crown of that mysterious ring, vivid images of a large logging camp in the midst of an imposing jungle. A harmonious setting with much activity as everyone anticipated better times ahead.

“It looks like a very happy place.” I observed.

“Yes, it is a tranquil place for now, but things are about to change. So, look again and now tell me what you see.”

And then to my horror, replacing the images of progressive land development were intense images of despair as the trees rapidly fell. Frightful images that warned of looming consequences as hissing flames consumed the lush vegetation. An horrific image that gradually faded from his prophetic ring.

Remaining silent for a moment, I considered all that I had seen and what possible meaning such visions could have. A pensive moment that resolved itself when I asked, “But what can I do?”

“Well, there is much that you can do. As a Poet your writings will convince the people to reduce their wasteful ways. Excessive consumption is accelerating an environmental catastrophe, and your future writings will criticise these wasteful practices.” MeoP predicted.

“What type of writings?”

“You are going to write a book!” MeoP announced.

“A book? What kind of book?”

“An important book that will reveal many truths. A book that will tell the people what you have seen and convince them that they must change their wasteful ways.”

“Okay, I understand the urgency of your message. A compelling task for such a book must be done with painstaking effort. So, when does this book begin?”

“It is happening now. Upon leaving this tormented place you will immediately settle into the daily routine of writing. Writing inspired by me for every time you think of this vision, I will be in your thoughts.”

“Yes, I shall do my best, and with your guidance we will somehow capture the significance of your message. However, I doubt that I can write such a book in a place like this.”

“True, the purpose of this vision has been fulfilled and its significance realized. It is now time for you to move-on and find a place that is conducive to contemplation and writing. So, go and find such a peaceful place to write your book.”

“So, does that mean that I can leave this tormented place?”

“Yes, whenever you are ready.”

“Well, I am ready now!”

A simple statement that announced a new beginning as our union began. This union of purpose resulted in many inspired thoughts as MeoP suddenly began to twirl in place. His twirling quickly gained speed until he was soon shaking like a tuning fork. An inspirational moment that ushered forth a solemn marriage of mind and spirit as I thought of MeoP and MeoP thought of me.

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MeoP: A Poetic Prophecy