Stranger the Seller and the Sex Shop

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Stranger the Seller and the Sex Shop

It was dusk when he arrived in front of the store. It was a Christian sex shop.

He knew people were talking about him and would have been” the friend of tax collectors and harlots”. And this was “the Truth”.

So, he calmly ambled into the shop.

He was not surprised he saw his mark on boxes vivid colours of enticement spreading the seed of life in rainbows of deadly pleasures. Nothing shocked him anymore, just that it hurt him, throbbing wounds long healed on his hands and legs. He turned with deep disgust on a pure face, from vibrators that were at hand, boxed at the entrance of the store promised ecstasy of life. Because the seller didn’t welcome him, he threw his gaze over shelves filled with articles and accessories. All presented strong sensations in colours of life, freedom, sensual pleasures, delusional and erotic play beyond imagination. Our Stranger was not old. You could even say he was youthful, around thirty years. Life had passed him by with all attempts. But he had long finished accounts with this world in echoes of creative words: Do not eat from them and don’t even touch them, lest you die. And he did so! He passed over all and everything passed beside him. In his time, the world did not sell pleasures in stores of “speciality”. However, he saw that still from the beginning “the earth all was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted their way on the earth” (Genesis 6: 12)

He turned his gaze down to the ground where they came from. Sadly he contemplated wondering to himself “What more could have been done to my vineyard that I have not done myself? Why then, when I expected it to bring forth good graves, did it bring forth wild graves?” (Isaiah 5: 16)

He was not going to judge those yet who illegally used his reputation or his name to sell, or remind them of their own laws, copyright, or to ask them moral damages. Not even to demand explanations from the seller, who was earning an “honest penny” rooted in the shadow of the law, and in the veil of those boxes pressed invitations for mankind’s so-called “innocent” play. Conception slipped into cruel truth “Woe to him who covets evil gain for his house that he may set his nest on high that he may be delivered from the power of disaster! (Habakkuk 2:9)

But he did not come to judge yet! His intentions focused only on making the seller his friend. He knew him a long time ago, long before his great, great-grandmother. They were not neighbours, but the stranger was never far from him. He expected him from when he was a little boy to come to his house, to tell him “stories” and sit both at the chat. Because the seller had not left a long time ago, the stranger came to seek him, a lost lamb in the family, like a shepherd with sheep. At one point, he captured his gaze at a crossroads, and asked him” What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountains to seek the one that is straying? And if he should find it, assuredly, I say to you, he rejoices more over that sheep than over the ninety-nine that did not go astray” ( Matthew 18: 12-13)

Now they are standing face to face, only a counter separated them. First of all the counter, but not only this. On one side, an imposing figure guarded by two strong arms tattoos up to the neck, which imposed a mixture of respect and fear. On the other, a stranger, common stature, modest clothing, nothing that draws one’s gaze, except upward to the eyes, which radiate love.

The seller was agitated, as if searching for something, in his own way, more unsettled than quiet. He did not really know what to do with this unusual client, taking a glossy Lamented magazine near him, presenting new car models. Passion burned for Formula One cars. The stranger was accustomed to expect. So, he waited patiently for the seller, to look up and meet his gaze.

Stranger: asking him directly: What are you doing here?

The seller surprised by a blunt question, raised an eyebrow, disturbed very visible, he responded to him: But, you, why did you come?

Stranger: I came to you “to counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich ;”( Revelation 3:18)

He looked at him for a long time. Words did not mean anything to him, just irritation, but he said nothing because this voice was well-known yet far away. A voice of his childhood? Walking hand in hand, like two children, into the house where people stood on their knees. Until she appeared. The one which took his hand stole his heart. After a period of time breaking it, she went with another girl. He wanted to bury her name, to nail her picture to a tree, throw darts at her image, and to no longer love ever. It helped in meeting other girls. He succeeded! Wanting to be free, hardening his heart this made him strong in life. He didn’t want to feel pain or be vulnerable. The change gave grace the embroider of life. It helped him explore the conception of a boyfriend. Then another, then others. But everyone went sooner or later with man-made ideas, toys and all. What about my own pleasure shop? Even he can make a business out of it, more freedom, However sex is not a big deal. Always you are in second place to Love. Is it more profitable to sell it dribs and drabs?

Voice of the stranger with questions, interrupted design of his thought.

Stranger: What are you doing, here, my old friend?

Seller: He could not abstain himself and said to him curtly: Mind your own business, and get out of here before it’s too late. In fact, that is your job?

Stranger: My business is “to preach the gospel to the poor; to heal the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind” (Luke 4:18)

In point of fact, friend, listen to my word.

I came to vocalize to you about something that you put in “lost property”, a long time ago, when you stopped, you started to lose the time when you had it. I want to talk to you about a mechanism that enchants when performance is able to touch and what design beautifully has. It has an engine jewel, louder than the last generation models of Rolls Royce. Although it has thousands and millions of pieces some smaller than others and dozens of belts, it is a mechanism that works more precisely than any Swiss watch. And this is a blueprint of man! Each piece is original, unique with greater value than gold. It has a manufacturing process with a well-established timepiece, about nine months, and precise production rules, that make it unique. Nothing from is made like a conveyor process, it’s all beautifully handmade, incorporating mini self-regulating and self-protection mechanisms. There is not a guarantee period but, only, a period of growth and performance. Besides, he has a doll carcass. Because it can achieve amazing performances higher than the last generations of computers possible and has admirable harmony in proportions, it was not given to a number of series but was given a name. It is hard to confuse identity, because every exemplary, every specimen has a great personality possessing big autonomy of movement. Manufacturing costs are minimal and are a real pleasure, maintenance costs are normally rational. It works more on the basis of specific chemical elements of earth and water.

But something makes it very special for the one who designed it. So special it is in the fabric of love with him. It has surpassed Pygmalion from Greek mythology. He went to the bitter end because of him, for it to be his and their relationship to overcome during.

Then something like petroleum, fuel for a car. In the book of instructions this mechanism has two legs, the designer specifies needs daily to supply with petrol with the octane of the sky. These instructions you can find in the book of books, and must be kept exactly how they are and give effect to one application at the proper time. Failure to follow directions for use, maintenance, supply, or add, lack, modification of octane have direct effects in the depth of structure and reflects into the entire mechanism. Together with this petroleum, you have to incorporate a quality oil. It maintains all the mechanism. Without oil, it will increase the wear and will decrease the passion. If you dilute it with water from a common network it no longer has power. Misfiring the race of your life. If it does not filter out the impurities or mix it with the gases of this world you then can paralyze the engine. That octane figure does not support additions or omissions, neither even in play! With it, you cannot play. Nobody can do it. It breaks my law and any violation is punishable. The watchword is “priority”! Moreover, if you do not respect the octane, this petroleum becomes fire and flame, burning a number on you. You burn as in the fire of hell from earth. Any game ‘innocent’ causes wear and tear in time. On imperceptibly! Slowly, you become insensible. Insensibility is a sign of death. Then as” mankind “which melds the name you are alive, but you are dead.”

This gasoline is stronger than death because has the roots of in the “word of life”. It offers everything but asks everything. It cannot live on the shelf of “lost objects”, “lost property”! Because, at the same time, petroleum is liquid and vulnerable. Nobody knows the chemical composition. It seems that it contains milk and honey. It’s like a balm, good to put on a wound.

It is known that in the beginning, it had no colour, but as you accelerate the pedal white it changes colour, it goes to bright red. It is a lively red exactly how it is in life. Sometimes you can confuse it.

It is when the mechanism becomes relaxed. No one likes to be revved and no one likes to stop it with the handbrake. Deep inside DNA, in the octane’s structure, has GPS. GPS is directly connected to the communication network of the divine universe. From there, the entire mechanism is guided toward the terrestrial coordinates of the road to the house. It does not recognize other routes only the way home. On other roads, it deviates. It loses itself!

But, no matter how far away you are from home, what matters is you want to go back. This GPS will guide you toward your home.

And another thing. Do not forget this: it does not sell!

And you not will find it at the petrol stations of this earth!

The stranger had stopped.

The patience of seller was stretched too much. But he wanted to talk to him. Who knows when they will meet again?

The seller seeing that he stopped, took the opportunity and told him: Leave me alone, man, with your parable. I want to close and go home.

Stranger: That’s what I want, too. Let’s leave everything behind and return home. I came to tell you that there is a way back. It would be a great joy your return. Because “It is a celebration in heaven when a sinner turns from his sinful life”.

But, first of all, It would be better to buy from me “and anoint your eyes with eye-salve, that you may see” (Revelation 3:18)

One last thing. If you want to know, these toys are illegal. In my law!

Come it is still day, do not lose yourself more. Time is coming when the light will be taken, and you have no light in you, so you see what you do.

Night came down slowly across all the earth.

The stranger was headed for the door. He looked once to the seller and said “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come to him and dine with him, and he with me.” (Revelation 3:20) It will be a blessed evening. I bring the bread and wine.

Before leaving, he also asked the last time: What are you doing here, old friend?

While leaving behind boxes of mixed colours imitating life, he said sadly as for himself “They have forsaken me, the fountain of living water, and hewn themselves cisterns-broken cisterns that can hold no water.” (Jeremiah 2:13)

They split from each other as strangers.

They did not say one to one another goodbye.

However, the Stranger left with the hope that they will meet again before to darken wholly.

He will expect with the hope that he would see him coming. When he will be still far, will run to him, will fall on his neck and will kiss him. (Luke 15:20)

Stranger is still waiting for an answer.



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