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Jesus who is walking through the Bavarian Forest Talking to animals
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Chapter One: The Guardian Spirit
Jesus is walking through the Bavarian Forest when he spots a bear cub. He looks around to find its mother, but she’s nowhere to be seen. The bear cub is alone—vulnerable and afraid. Jesus needs to intervene.
He talks to the little bear in hushed tones and tries to make it feel safe. But it’s no use. The bear cub is terrified. Jesus knows that if he leaves the bear cub alone, it will die. So, he scoops it up, cradles it in his arms, and takes it back to the forest.
The bear cub is too weak to move. Its breathing is shallow, and its body is cold and unresponsive. Jesus has to act fast. He looks around for a place to sleep. He finds a bed of soft moss next to a towering oak tree. He lays the bear cub down and covers it with a blanket of leaves, then lies down next to it and places his hand on its back.
Jesus closes his eyes and prays.
“Please, Father,” he says. “Help this bear cub to survive.”
He waits, listening for a response. But there is none. Jesus opens his eyes and sees that the bear cub is still unresponsive. He continues to pray.
“Father, please. Help this bear cub.”
A warmth fills Jesus’ chest, and he feels a light touch on his hand. He smiles.
“Thank you, Father.”
That night, Jesus dreams of a waterfall—a magnificent waterfall that stretches from the sky to the earth, a waterfall so powerful and beautiful that it takes his breath away.
He feels himself being pulled toward the waterfall, drawn to the energy and light that surrounds it. He reaches out and touches the water—and his world changes.
Jesus can see everything—the past, the present, and the future—all at once. He sees the beauty of nature—the trees, the animals, the flowers—and he feels a deep sense of peace.
Jesus wakes up and finds himself lying next to the bear cub. It’s breathing steadily now, and its body feels warm and alive. Jesus smiles.
“Thank you, Father,” he says.
The next morning, Jesus opens his eyes and sees that the bear cub is gone. He looks around and finds it playing in a nearby stream.
Chapter Two: The Mysterious Man
Emma
I was skeptical when I first saw him.
He was walking through the Bavarian Forest—a tall figure with long black hair and dark eyes that seemed to pierce through everything they touched. There was something about him—something that made me stop in my tracks and stare.
I’m not sure what it was. Maybe it was the way he moved—so gracefully, as if he were gliding over the ground. Or maybe it was the aura of power that surrounded him—the feeling that he could do anything he wanted, if only he put his mind to it.
But that wasn’t the strangest thing about him.
The strangest thing was that he was talking…to an owl.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The man was standing in the middle of the forest, gesturing with his hands as he spoke to the bird.
I should have walked away—I should have ignored him and gone about my business. But I couldn’t. I was too curious.
I hid behind a tree and watched as he continued his conversation with the owl. After a few moments, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the trees as if he had never been there at all.
I waited for a few seconds, then stepped out from behind the tree and followed him.
The man was no longer in sight. I looked around, trying to figure out where he had gone, but there was no sign of him. I was about to give up and go back to my car when I heard a rustling sound from the bushes.
I’m not sure what I expected to see. A wild animal, perhaps, or another person. But it wasn’t a bear or a deer or a stranger. It was the man I had seen in the forest earlier, the one who had been talking to the owl.
The man looked at me with his piercing dark eyes and smiled.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” I replied. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
The man shook his head. “You didn’t. I was just…having a conversation with a friend.”
“I see.” I hesitated for a moment, then asked, “What were you talking about?”
The man looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, this and that,” he said. “Nothing important, really.”
“I see,” I said again. There was something about this man that intrigued me. Something that made me want to know more about him.
“Do you live around here?” I asked.
The man shook his head. “No, I don’t.”
“Then why are you here?”
The man smiled. “Why not?”
he asked. His smile was so warm and genuine that I couldn’t help but smile back.
“I suppose there’s no reason why you can’t be here,” I said. “It’s just…unusual, that’s all.”
“Is it?” The man raised an eyebrow. “Unusual for whom?”
“For people like me,” I replied.
The man laughed. “And what kind of person are you?”
I hesitated for a moment, then said, “A journalist.”
The man looked at me with interest. “A journalist? What do you write about?”
“Everything,” I said. “But mostly politics and social issues.”
“Ah,” the man said. “I see.”
He took a step forward and held out his hand.
“My name is Jesus,” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jesus,” I replied, shaking his hand. “My name is Emma.”
