revelation

The voice in the other side says "Hello?" He says "Hello? Someone there?"
I don't answer. I don't really have anything to say.
He says "Mystic Laurie?"
I'm not mystic and I am not even called Laurie.
He says, "It's Mystic Laurie there, please?"
I take a deep breath.
I say, "It's me."
He says "Hello. Do you know who I am?"
I reckon. As long as she doesn't exists and you are the one who believe in her.
I'm your personal Santa Claus.
He says, "I've been calling the whole week, but no one answered."
I say, "The spirits tell me when I have to answer the phone. And they were silent." It sounds very Angie-style.
He says "And what more do they tell you?"
Nothing, I told you they're silent.
I say "The spirits are busy, so if you have any question"
"Don't bother them. I just wanted to talk to you." He says.
Why?
He says, "You have a sweet voice" he says "You don't know me at all, so I can say whatever I please."
Like anyone who call to a hotline.
I say, "What did you call me for?"
He says "Just for a little chat. You haven't hanged out the phone yet."
That doesn't mean I want to listen.
To be or not to be. Right now, I choose the second. The no-action.
I just listen.
He says, "It's always good to have a sweet ear to listen." He says "No one listen nowadays."
And probably, they never did.
He says, "Do you believe in magic?"
Of course, I'm Mystic Laurie.
He says, "I mean real magic. Not the spells stuff." He says, "Do you believe in something above you?"
I say, "Do you mean if I do believe in God?"
I hear a deep breath on the other side. It sounds very Darth Vader style.
He says, "Do you believe in love?"
Do you mean Meg Ryan walking around New York with Tom Hanks, or the pain stuck in your guts when you see someone's face and realize you will never be able to feel attached to the rest of his body? Do you mean flowers and bees or the deep thorn of a lost when you feel alone?
He says, "Well, I've met someone."
I say, "How is she?"
He says, "She smiles like angels." He sighs. "She was a bit quite, you see. Very still."
I say, "Maybe she was shy."
He says, "Maybe, yes. Maybe." He says, "We met lots of people everyday, and sometimes you need to feel something about it. And you just don't. Do you know what I mean?"
I know.
He says "We desperately demand a feeling, but it most of times is invented. Most of times, we project our desires on someone, forecasting a future that it doesn't even exist in the present. Do you follow me?"
I think I lost the thread a couple of sentences ago.
He says, "This is freedom. You don't know me, I don't know you. But here I am. Opening my heart to a completely stranger." He says "And you should ask, why?"
What I really wonder is that if you crave for this feeling of intimacy, why don't you go to a chat to spare your love left? Everybody does.
He says, "Because here, on the phone, is only you and me." He says, "Here, I know I have your attention."
So, what you really need is attention, not love.
He says, "So, what do you look like?"
I'm ugly enough not to be really interesting.
He says, "I don't think so. You have a very sweet voice."
I say, "You already told me, but it makes no difference."
It's only imagination. That's why all this hotline stuff exists, isn't it? To have the lesser physical hints to disturb your imagination, while you're projecting your desires through a phone. And paying in between.
He says "Are you able to forecast my future?"
I say, "The spirits are communicating. Try to call later."
He says, "You're too mean to me. I'm sure you do it everyday."
Pain and suffering. I don't know what people want to hear. Fortunetellers are half part psychologists and the other half, fakers who do believe what they say. Do they?
He says, "Are you able to forecast your own future?"
I say, "I don't need the spirits to know that I'm going to grow old and die. But I'm not sure if I want to know the minor things in between." I say, "I don't want to miss the surprise."
He says, "Throwing rocks on your own business."
I say, "Well, If you want to know, I'll tell you plain truth."
He says, "Please, go ahead."
I say, "It's easy to know your future. You need to know what do you really want to achieve, in the first place. Then, you need to be conscious of the things you dare to sacrifice to fulfill your goals, and the effort you will need to step into the path you've chosen."
Holy fuck, I'm so damn right that I sound like Adrian.
I say "Most of times, it's easier to just forget what you really want and stay stuck in what you have. Motion is riskier than remaining static."
I say, "Once you have both options, the only thing you have to do is choose. In both ways you will have obstacles, but if you remain where you are you already know most of the obstacles you will find, while if you move the future is uncertain."
I say, "If you remain motionless, the first certainty you'll have will be the feeling of something missing."
To be or not to be. That is the question. Sever your wings and be easily happy.
He says, "I think this is either the most obvious thing or the best prediction I've ever been told."
He says, "It gives me an idea of what I'm doing next." He says, "I'll call you back to let you know what happed."
I bet you will. What sound makes a tree if no one is there to listen to?
He says, "Thank you very much."
I say, "No problem, I'm just doing my work."

He hangs up the phone and I hear the line fading away. And then, just stare for a couple of minutes.