The Red-Faced Man: A Spiritual Journey

The red-faced man waited by the beautiful Indian horse, who stood tall on the beautiful village road that ran through the sandy desert, he still couldn’t believe how precious and colossal the statue was. The old man came back with a small but strong man to help him get the goats up on the vehicle, the red-faced man looked confused on them, “Who is this, I thought you would come back with change?” instead the 2 men started putting the goats up on the red truck. When they had finished, the old man looked at the red-faced man with the long hair, and a red patterned shirt, and said "thank you, I have spent several years raising these two beautiful grey-haired goats, and now at last I have found a man to buy them". The red-faced man still didn't understand a word the old man said and was still as confused as before, he had given up on buying the beautiful statue, and also understood that the huge English language did no good against the strange drawn Indian language. The old man hopped in the red American truck and without a word they drove off together into the beautiful reddish Indian countryside. As they drove in the orange desert the old man saw a man out in the high sand hills, he had short blond hair with elegant blue eyes, long thin legs like the branches of a tree. He immediately signalled to the red faced man who braked just as hard as he had at the statue, the sand flew around on the narrow desert road, towards them walked the wandering man, "Hello there people" sounded it loud in Spanish they signalled for him to get into the car, the Mexican now jumped into the back of the red truck with the big space in the back along with the goats, and the 3 people now set off on a trip into the cold but colourful world. They had now been driving for several days until they saw a water source surrounded by large brown palm trees with coconuts in the middle of the desert, it was just like the paradise the American, and Mexican man had imagined, the old man saw it as the most peaceful place he had ever seen. The red faced man ran with all the strength he had left in his body to the large water source, as the old man sat down by the water, suddenly everything around him disappeared, a large bright green light looked him in the eyes and he now knew that he had some purpose in life, after all the days he had sat inside the stone built pyramid shaped temple and prayed for peace in his life, and better days for his sick son, was this the end? Was everything he had believed all his life true? The red-faced man looked over at the old man he knew it was the end for him, he said a prayer for him, but where had the Mexicans gone? The red-faced man looked out into the clear horizon with the sun descending into it, and could see a figure going further and further away in to the sunset. The American jumped into his car as he had done so many times before and drove towards New-Dehli, his great trip through India had come to an end and he had to go home now.