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This story begins with the blog "A Tale of Two Valleys" and has links to each successive chapter. Thanks for reading.
In every journey and path no one is meant to walk alone. Oh, to be sure; knowing that The Master has not only gone this path before and knows every nook, cranny, pitfall, mountain, and valley; but also that He walks along side one in the journey is a joyous reassurance and comfort. But there is something about being with others and being helped along the way, as well as helping them, that strength can be found. Oh, and are there some characters along the way!
He was an elderly man that Aman met on the path; grey and wrinkled by life's trials, but with a lively step full of energy and excitement. He simply referred to himself as "The Planter"; tending to a small row of newly sprouted seedlings. He wore around his waist a denim blue apron which had a pocket full of seeds. He was a pleasant man who spoke in gentle tones, yet with a laugh that echoed through the land. They talked and worked the whole day together. It was from him that Aman learned of not just eating of the fruit, but of planting the seeds that were so carefully kept inside.
Then there were the "Blepoos". An interesting group of men and women Aman met on the path. He had cleared a grove of trees and found a smooth, green pasture unfold before his eyes. Off to the side of the path was a grand table of carved marble spread out with the finest of food and drink. Aman was so excited as he ran to it and smelled the amazing aromas and tasted the succulent flavors! Next to the table were the Blepoos, munching away on potatoes they had dug from the ground, complaining on their rawness, as there was no time to cook. After much discussion with them about the banquet table, he suddenly realized they could not see it, even though it was before their very eyes! They were too self-consumed with worry and doubt. He recalls how sad he was for them.
Partaking of the feast before him, Aman noticed far and high above in the distance and off the path that he was in the company of others still. Half hiding behind sharpened rock were some most unpleasant fellows. Even from a distance he could see the blackened feathers of arrows upright in their quiver. A coldness ran down his back. His companion The Dove lit upon his shoulder with wing outstretched, gently touching Aman's neck. In this comfort, he knew he would face them soon; but no arrow would be drawn against him this day.
As The Dove rested on his right shoulder, he felt a hand touch his left. He turned to see the wide smile of 'The Planter'. "Time to move on", he calmly said. "I will walk with you for awhile." Aman liked 'The Planter'. It would be a joy to have him along. They walked for a while with The Dove hovering above with His ever watchful eye, and soon came upon another group of others on the path. They were seated around a great, round table; each with large books in front of them. They were all quite animated; with arms flailing and voices loud. "Who are these?", Aman asked. "They are the 'Yakahh's'", replied The Planter, "always yakking! They sit...and they debate what the path is made of, how long it is, where it leads, who should be on it, how one can get on it, how to stay on it...that sort of thing." Aman thought for a moment. "Why don't they just walk the path and find out?" 'The Planter' let out a huge laugh. "Why not indeed, young traveler!" The Dove began fluttering in front of them. They both knew it was time to move on...
...so Aman, The Planter, and The Dove continued their journey together...
...to be continued...
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