Sitting under The Question Mark Tree

  Ever since I joined the U. S. Army and was assigned to the First Cavalry Infantry Division in Viet Nam in 1970, and one year later was based at Fort Hood, Texas, I just loved to hike in the woods. Out there I get to commune and talk to "God" about all my troubles and I also ruminate on past experiences, and of course my dreams and all the research that I do. I know that I am aging and feeling great pain in my body lately, but I love to hike in the rugged woods. I don't care for sand padded trails or soft things like that. I wouldn't mind a soft padded woman to cuddle up to, but no woman that I have asked likes to hike. Therefore, I travel alone and it never fails that someone out there will come along on my path and will visit for a few minutes or hours with me as I sit on a boulder or dead tree stump. Or as I walk along alone out there just like many of them are too. And I have met couples who will engage me with questions about what brought me out there on that day? And one question will lead someone to ask even more questions because someone may have opened a topic of interest to the other. And because we humans are inquisitive by nature; no matter how many degrees or diplomas one has, there is always something of interest to talk about if one wants to learn or just understand someone or something better. Heck!, My whole Being permeates and oozes with a burning desire to learn even deeper and more than ever before. How can I be content with swimming in shallow waters for all the rest of the days of my life? Or hike the great woods on only paved and padded sanded trails? I'll leave that to the Golf Players, no offense. Nonetheless, I feel like those ancient Royals and Nobility that traveled thousands of miles to see the grandeur of King Solomon's riches and great Wisdom at the prime of his Golden Age period in Jerusalem. Because I know that there is more out there than meets the eye. We never judge anything or anyone based only on a first glance. And "God" has thought me that, and has been giving me more words to increase my vocabulary so that I can talk to others and say that King Solomon's grandeur cannot surpass the beauty of "His" natural wonders.  So there are several reasons that I love to hike in the woods. And truly the woods, the mountains, and the desert are supposed to be treated the same way as we treat our own yard. Therefore, we can't pass judgement on them and say that they have nothing to offer. Even rivers have knowledge to offer. For example, one day a few months ago when Central Texas felt like Dante's 9th level of hell, I was sitting on a trail called Dante's trail here at our Purgatory's Nature Trail as the sun was going down. I was resting because my hike was almost over and I was heading to the parking lot. And as I sat there I saw a young White guy making his way out also and he stopped to see if I was alright. I told him that I was fine but that I forgot to bring my collapsible oak tree with the question marks for leaves to sit under, and ponder that great sunset to the west of us. Then he laughs and looks all around us and points to all the huge oaks all about us. Then since he was amicable I asked him, "What brings you out here on this scourging hot day?" Then he said that he had just graduated with his B.A. Degree at our University here and was just clearing his head about what to do next. So I pursued his kindness and asked him, "What is it you want clarified?" He said, "Well, I don't want to continue school anymore and I want to do something different." Then he asked me, "What brought you out here today?" The young handsome black haired man was 23 years old and never sat down; he just stood to my right and looked at me. And I responded quickly and told him that ancient sculpted stone brought me out there today. I told him the historical stories and then he asked me, "Are you searching for Power?" And I said, "No, why?" Then he starts to tell me about how he loves The Lord of the Rings movies and books and that he loves to play those kinds of games on video too. Then he asked if I ever watched them. I said that I had read about the Authors and that many years earlier I loved to watch The Hobbit. And further I told him that all our Nature Park trails along with the name of the creek that runs through it is based on Dante's Inferno Book and on The Mythologies. And I said Yes I am acquainted with The Lord Of The Rings. Then I asked him if he was looking for that kind of power and he said yes. Then he asked me if I ever had encountered that kind of power before and I said yes I have, and immediately told him of some experiences that confirm his Rings of power are real, because they are based on my information about Ezekiel's Wheels within Wheels vision. Then he asked me how do you know that it's real. Then I said, "You are a College Graduate..., you know about Quantum Mechanics don't you?" He said yes I know about that. Well that explains The Circles of Power, I said. Do you see that Power comes from The Cosmos. Then I pointed to a Catholic chain and Cross on his neck and asked him, "Are you a Christian?" And he said, yes. Well I said, you clearly know that The Lord of The Rings in Tolkien's stories is talking about Satan right? Then he asked me if I was a Christian and I said yes I am. And that is why I tell you that it's best you continue your higher education and ask that "God" you have around your neck if "He" is a Sissified "God" or what?  Because I am gonna tell you with all respect owed to you right here in Satan's Country that our "God" is The All Powerful and Lord of all Rings. And there never ever was anyone more powerful than "Jesus Christ" our "God" and please don't ever forget it. And I told him, "And I know that for a fact." Then I proceeded to tell him about what is expected to come here at the end of our age on this earth. And I further said to him, "Think of your future through clearly because we humans are about to undergo some hard times soon." He listened intently and was well behaved and very respectful. And before I said goodbye to him I stood up and blessed him and told him that I had to go because it was dark now and I had a way to go and so did he. He chose to leave on a padded trail and I walked into the rugged way back to my car. And as I slipped into the dark woods I heard him say to me, "God" bless you Ruben." And I blessed him too and haven't seen him again. It was pitch black under all the canopies of trees there that night. That young guy and I talked about many deep subjects for about two hours out there in Dante's Inferno that evening. And as we walked away in different directions I knew that he was worried for me for deciding to continue through Dante's dark trail and not the sand padded one. And I did relate some of my dreams that demonstrate mythological characters are not mythological at all. One example that I gave him was of a dream that I had many years ago and that still bothers me, especially when one of my granddaughters named "Audree Lee Bell" went to live in Corpus Christi, Texas. She came back to San Marcos last year. Well, here is one dream I told the young White College graduate. As the dream unfolds before my dreaming eyes, I see that I am in a military O. D. green roofless jeep and there are three Mexican American men in it and we are on a highway entering a small town before Corpus named Portland. All three of us are in the U.S. Military fatigue clothing. There is the driver, and I am seated at the front passenger seat and there is one guy in the back seat directly behind me. And as we are about to enter that long lower bridge to get to the big steel crossing bridge over that channel of the sea into Corpus I see a row of pretty white painted houses to my left. This is a daytime dream and it is in a semi black and color dream. And the time of day is early evening around 3 or 4 p. m.. And as we drive onto the lower bridge in Portland, I see yellow school buses moving from the beach area in Corpus into the neighborhoods a long distance ahead of us. We also see many cars driven by people going about on their daily business. Everything seems normal until we see from our jeep a giant massive wave of sea water about one hundred feet high rising even higher and pounding the city of Corpus Christi. The first thing that the driver does is he jams the breaks because this is a horror scene of the first degree. As we look on we see the school buses going under the massive wave of water. Then the city proper and those in the vehicles. At this time our friend in the back seat begins to go into shock and starts to wail in pain for those under water. He begins to shout obscenities at us and tells us to drive forward and let's go save those people. Then I look again to the sea on my left and see another bigger and wider wave making its way even into Portland and places behind Portland. And from where I was looking in front of us the sea was far past Corpus going west in front of us, and those places beyond were under water too. So I yelled at my driver who was in extreme shock too and said, "Let's get the hell out of here fast!" And he speeds in reverse until we get off that bridge. And all along the guy in the back was yelling at us at the front and telling us that we can't leave those people helpless, and that we have to go back and help them. So I turn to him and say, "Man, there is nothing we can do for none of those people! They are dead and we will be too if we don't get the hell out of here." By now we were turned around in our jeep and start to leave this place, but we all had to turn to see what was walking on top of that curled tip of that mountainous wave heading into Portland and us from the east. All three of us were freaked out and almost paralyzed from seeing this strange scene. Our friend in the back had to stand up again because of this unbelievable sight taking place here. What we saw was a very young White woman perhaps in her early 20's. She was wearing a loose long thin gown from the ancient Greek period. She had long thick golden blondish hair that flowed wildly in the wind along with her gown as she walked on top of the wave of sea water. She was medium height and her build was seductive. And as we looked at her and she at us, my crazy friend in the back seat yelled at me again and said, "Ruben..., you can't just leave her, we have to help her!" It's here when I yell at the driver and scream at him in a commanding voice and say, "Get us the hell out of here and don't look back! Don't stop for nobody, just drive fast and don't stop!" Then the guy in the back seat cries and pleads with me to turn back and help that poor White girl. Then I yelled some obscenities at him to un jar his mind of the shock and horror that we were in and I said to him,  "Shit!, man!, if that woman can walk on water she doesn't need our help okay!!!" This ends the dream and brings me to my conclusion. And I really don't have to explain who that young girl was walking on the water, do I? So I will collapse my collapsible question mark tree and pack it and go rest to clear my head some more. Therefore, let us sleep on that and I sure hope that I don't bore you? Just think the great Noah preached repentance to a rebellious people for one hundred and twenty years and no one repented. The great Jeremiah preached destruction coming soon to Judah in Israel for almost 40 years and hardly no one listened to him either. You ever wonder how they felt about loving their people so much and when they preached what they were commanded, no one listened. But destruction did come eventually. And I always pray for those at our Gulf Coast, especially Corpus Christi. Thanks again guys. And just one more note, that crazy Woman, just like Satan, have been trying to knock me out for a very long time now. But I still have some work to do before I sleep. And I do hope to spend a couple of years with a good woman though. Amen.                                                                                               Respectfully,                                                                                      Ruben N. Gutierrez

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