the questioner

A voice from the edge of darkness, from the perimeter of the fire's warmth and light, called out, "How does Yahweh transform, Story Teller?"

"How do you?" Story Teller spoke from the fire's inner circle.

"It is a mystery. I do not know."

"So and not so," said Story Teller. "You are the mystery and you know. When you stand aside and look, you do not know."

A night moth flew safely through the fire light.

"In this Story, this linear story," said Story Teller, "Yahweh becomes Yeshua who becomes you. Those are the three characters on the plot board."

"Are you the same you were this morning?" asked Story Teller.

The questioner moved closer to the fire.

"No." A pause. "And yes. I am still me and I am different."

"This is the way Yahweh transforms," said Story Teller. "This is the way all transforms. The changeless continues changing."

"Now go out of your head," he said. "Go out of your mind, your ever divisive mind. Be Yahweh transforming."

"I don't know how," said the questioner.

Story Teller laughed in gentle amusement. "Yes, you do. You mean you won't allow yourself."

Silence.

"Never mind," said Story Teller. "It can happen. As you become engrossed in the story, you may drop your story of separation and division, the one you are telling yourself now. This is a story of Yahweh coming home. And guess where home is."

"Right here," said a small boy at Story Teller's feet.

Story Teller laughed with delight.

"A little child shall lead them," he said.

The questioner clapped her hands and laughed.

"You got it," said Story Teller.