The day’s meditation began like any other. Sitting has a pattern. Bare feet patter across cold floor and then even colder ground to the same quiet space in the woods. Consistency is key to a good sitting routine and Eowyn had a habit hard-won over time. So as he sat down he exhaled, closed his eyes and emptied.

The person floating above the water from him surprised him. “Hello Eowyn,” The person said. The person was bright as the sun but yet he could make out all the details of his face. The skin was a dark olive with a short dark mop of black hair. The long beard had been carefully combed and his clothes were the ordinary first-century cloths of a common peasant with tiny bells around the bottom of the blue cloak. Simple thong sandals finished the ensemble. The face wore a playful, cheering smile. He smelled…