The Return of the Prophet by Hajjar Gibran

Author:Hajjar Gibran
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

…could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

I closed the book and looked at the drawing of the man with the mustache again, puzzled. Something unfamiliar crawled up my spine, and my whole body tingled with pins and needles. I sat up, but I was too confused to make sense out of anything. I opened the book at random again, and my eyes fell on another line:

…even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

These words fell on my ears and struck a cord deep in the quiet of my heart. With the book in hand, I walked into the kitchen.

“Mom, who is this?”

“That’s your great uncle Kahlil. You should read his book; it’s beautiful,” she said.

I put some dinner on a plate and went to my room with The Prophet.

Shutting the door behind me, I flipped through the pages, reading lines at random until it was dark. The wind was howling outside. A bright flash of lightning was followed by a loud thunderclap that shook the house, and then the rain came pouring down.

I watched the rain build up at the top of the window and stream down over the panes. My eyes swelled, and with rhythmic convulsions, I let go of the storm within me.

For the first time since Gary’s death, I cried my heart open.

As I cried, I prayed; I prayed to Gary, to God, and to the mysterious man with the mustache. A mystical light filled the room, and what happened thereafter would change me forever.

From that moment on, I never stopped praying. I prayed on mountain tops, in the dark when I was lost, and with the dawn of each new day.

This book is part of the story of how my prayers were answered through a series of prophetic episodes that revealed the hidden purpose of my life.

Yesterday, between dawn and twilight, I was forever attempting to make sense of the mystery of existence. I thought my lifetime a mere flicker of the flame of eternity, a tenuous speck of dust lifted momentarily by the sentient winds that roam through the infinite sphere.

Today, I am enchanted by the direct experience of an invisible presence that somehow knows my needs better than I wanted to admit.

For many years an inner prompting beckoned me to rise to my spiritual calling, but I doubted the truth I was destined to realize, and in my doubt, I suffered. I was a wounded man dreaming of love yet not ready to be the one I prayed to become.

Now the dream has grown to shape the very core of my life and shake the foundation of who I know myself to be.

While I was unaware of my expansion and bemoaning the confusion of my emergence, a joy sweeter than music and greater than laughter came to me. The one who prayed was pulled inward by the sheer immensity of the one who answered.

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