“How come you are with me?” asked Rory.
The bearded goat took some time to answer, “I told you part of it was the way you treated the goat at the animal rescue. Given your personality, a piranha would have been a better choice, but we couldn’t figure out how to get you in the water for such a long journey.”
“So I get a goat, the greatest-of-all-time…”
“That’s true,” said the goat. “It’s this way because you know that goats are useful. All of the others goats and I discussed your situation and took great care to follow Parliamentary procedure in deciding who would be the proper goat for you. It was down to me, the koan speaking goat with the black stripe around his waste, and the blonde female goat from Croaker whose true connection to you flamed out early in the discussion. We kept her on to satisfy the Title IX requirements.”
“Interesting, two spirits and a desire. I have to say, I’m pessimistic about what is going on, but the idea that a goat can lead a spiritual awakening is something else. I am confused and excited.”
“You have not made it easy, Rory. Your polar skipping beliefs from Taoism, to Buddhism, to science, to social sciences, and finally home to Christianity have made putting our plan on paper nearly impossible. We decided to wing it this time and see where your spirit led us. In that way, we believe we can help you make the best decisions for your future.”
Rory thought about all he had been through over the last few months. There was a restlessness that was pushing him along. Each new experience redirected his focus. He had started out as a self-centered hermit. Then he became enamored with saving the world. Now his focus was becoming personal again, but this time he was awake to greater possibilities. He was presencing and things were starting to crystallize.
“I’m beginning to understand. You guys represent different facets of my spiritual journey. Since you are with me, you must have the greatest prestige.”
The goat interrupted, “Not prestige. I represent your deepest belief, your deepest value.”
“Does that mean you are the Prodigal Son?”
“If you believe so. I like to think the purple one, Prince and Lenny Kravitz as prodigies. At least in a guitar sense. I’m a goat who you channel to fulfill your spiritual destiny. Keep an open mind, heart, and your spirit will find the closure it seeks.”
Finally Rory and the bearded goat cleared the desert and found Faith and Allen still hitting Pinnacles into the driving range.
Allen yelled out, “Hurry up, player. We’re going for tacos at that burrito joint. Remember the one we went to last time?”
“I do. Chuy’s.”
They piled into the limo and Faith hit the radio. “Are You Gonna Go My Way” was blasting. Rory looked to the goat who was pawing at his beard. Rory could have sworn the goat was smiling.