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dedicated man of the church to instill in his protégé. Then, when I was dealing
with Chaz’s father, he turned my world upside down. When you stop to think
about the world I was already privy to, that was pretty hard to do. The most
illuminating point that I’ve ever come to learn and accept is everything happens for a reason.
    A patient Father David had led me
through the old classics––Ovid, Homer, and so forth, and then on into a deep
study of religious mythology––Greek, Roman, Norse, Sumerian, Celtic,
Japanese––you name it. The list goes on. The stories were like candy to me. Why
do people lose themselves in these fantastical stories? I found out it’s
because those stories, to the book lover, are in actuality the pre-cursor to
reality television.
    There is an element of truth to be
found in every mythos––more than you might think. For example, when I talk
about going to visit with Morpheus, Phobetor and Phantasos, I’m not talking
about three wannabes. I’m talking the real deal––Morpheus, the Greek God of
Dreams––the King of Sleep himself––and his brothers and partners in the
dreamscape, Phobetor and Phantasos. It was a lot to swallow for someone like
me, but the experience of it definitely made me a believer.
    A ringing from the headset sounded
in my ears. Without even thinking, I reached down and flipped the switch from
radio to phone and opened a connection. You have to love hands-free technology.
    “I’m here.”
    “Yeshua? This Father David.”
    Speak of the devil.
    “Hi Father. I was going to ring
you up today.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yeah––Chaz hooked me onto the
trail of another DS. From all indications, this guy’s managed to get to some
pretty high level bull––er, stuff.”
    “Do you need help, or back up?”
    “That’s where I’m headed now.”
    “Morpheus.”
    “Yeah. He sent me a dreaming last
night, so I know he has a line on this guy.”
    “Well, if you need anything
more––”
    There was a tone to Father David’s
voice. Just because he had to accept what other members of the church wouldn’t
acknowledge, it didn’t make him any more comfortable with it. He didn’t care to
have dealings with any of the immortals outside his own religious purview. I
understood. Having had numerous occasions to mix with them myself, they were an
arrogant lot, each with their own quirks that were often far from endearing.
    “Thanks, Father, I’ll let you know
how things progress.”
    I thought that was the end of the
conversation, but there I go thinking again. Before I could switch off, Father
David stopped me.
    “Yeshua, it sounds to me as though
you are pretty busy right now. But do you think you might have some time to
spare to come over?”
    “Today? Not likely. Maybe
tomorrow, but I can’t make any promises as to what state I might be in.”
    “Tomorrow––?” There was a long
pause. “Yes, tomorrow will do, if that’s the earliest you have.”
    “It is.”
    Something was up.
    “There is someone I’d like you to
meet.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes.”
    Okay, something was definitely up
and I wasn’t going to get any clues.
    “All right. I’ll give you a call
tomorrow and let you know where I’m at.”
    “I’ll talk to you then.”
    “You got it, Father.” I went to
switch off again.
    “And Yeshua?”
    I gave a mental sigh. “Yes,
Father?”
    “Take care.”
    “Thanks, Father.”
    I was able to disconnect without
any further interruption.
    Believe it or not, Father David
was one of the few people I have connected to in my life, for whom I hold
nothing but the highest levels of respect. It’s possible he’s the only one. I
just wasn’t feeling chatty today. When I was on a mission that tended to
happen. He accepted that about me. Since he hadn’t offered to wait until I had
finished with the dream stalker, it told me he had some heavy stuff of his own
for me to deal with. So be it. But I couldn’t afford double duty until I knew
what was up