The Irish tell a tale. (What a way to open this blog! The Irish tell tales and have sayings concerning everything and anything in creation. Honestly, I’ll try to be a bit more creative in future.)
This particular tale the Irish tell, as it may or may not relate to our webseries, Prophet or Madman, is about speaking on one’s own behalf, defending your life, so to speak. When you stand before the pearly gates for Saint Peter to determine your eligibility to enter heaven, you stand mute, the story goes. It is those whose lives your life has affected whose testimony determines your fate. With this idea loosely (very loosely,) in mind, we’ve mainly let others tell Bruce’s tale in our first few webisodes. Yes, we saw Bruce back in Webisode #3, Bugs, in his local park, recounting an interspecies communication incident that led him to conclude that there is no separation in creation and we did indeed see him two weeks ago in front of the Blood Bank wherein he first heard the voice of God, but mostly we’ve seen and heard from others whose lives Bruce has touched.
We feel it’s about time for Bruce to tell us a little more about his remarkable encounter. We filmed him in front of the very place where it happened. You see, the location used to be an Ice Skating rink. By the time we and the film crew got down to Florida, the rink had been divided into smaller businesses, the Blood Bank being the largest among them. So we set up out front and simply asked Bruce to recount what happened.
It occurs to me that we really should be talking in the future tense, not the past, since what Bruce tells of his experience, his wife’s somniloquous validations and the subsequent changes in his life’s direction only bring us to the beginning; the beginning of Bruce’s journey and the beginning of the tales we tell in Prophet or Madman.
Now that these three paragraphs are nicely wrapped up, semantically speaking, I’ll leave you with an invitation to watch Prophet or Madman Webisode #6, Talk, Bruce, coming out tomorrow on Beliefnet, our lovely new home on the internet. But before signing off for today, perhaps I’d better add a couple of remarks regarding a few seconds of the beginning and ending content from tomorrow’s webisode. The first one is that Steve’s a funny guy and kind of a trickster, if you haven’t noticed by now. (That could be why he got the job as the Father of the Ugly Baby on Seinfeld.) At heart, he’s really a good family man. He’s also an upstanding member of his community. He doesn’t gamble. So please disregard that silly little bit at the opening of the webisode. He’s just hamming it up. The second remark is an apology from yours truly for the hoity-toity pretension on view at the end titles of Talk, Bruce. I could have just written, “We continue because we must,” but oh, no, I throw in not only a gratuitous attribution of that simple quotation, but the name of the French Enlightenment philosopher Voltaire to boot! Obsequious balderdash, that’s what that is. You don’t have to like us and what we do because we’re smart. We’re just regular folks finding our way forward, as you are. We’re just trying to be kind and courteous and have a little fun as we go. Actually we’re not even really that smart, but, if you want to know Voltaire’s real name, it was Francois-Marie Arouet. Now, there’s some bald-faced sycophantic ingratiation for you.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for watching. As I said, I’ll do better in future. I’m sure we all will. In fact, that’s our principal motivation for doing this webseries, to inspire us all to do better and to have a child’s light heartedness as we go. I guess you could say that’s our raison d’être.