I once knew a man, Solomon Lox, people used to call him the healer. They said he could cure any sickness, even mental. He was said to be able to fix any bone. The man never once went to school, infact he wasn’t even a big reader. His favirote magazines were the ones filled with beautiful naked women.
In his hometown, people always speak good words. All of his works are miracles. He never charges, has no equipment & no office. They say he knows when he is needed & moves in accordance to that.
It’s like when superman would come in right on time to save Louis Lane. In that sense, Solomon was a hero.
A friend, Rachel had told me the stories of this healer. She had moved to Michigan 2 years ago in search of an easier lifestyle.
Rachel was a truly beautiful woman. Her hair long red & her face reflected the greatest innocence. She had an effect on men, like a siren. After the first kiss they became her slave. Maybe I’m lucky to have never gotten that far.
She had a lover, an x-lover Stephen. He followed her all the way to Michigan. He was the “if I can’t have you no one will” type. When she used to call me at night & tell me he’s still here. I always called it paranoia.
1 day he caught her in the shower with her new lover. A revolver was his answer. 6 shots of relief.
She then told me she woke up in Solomon’s bedroom. She was naked under his soft blue sheets. She felt no pain, only wonder. Solomon had walked in & said “Thou art healed”.
He had bought her new clothes & informed her that she wasn’t a prisoner. “People leave when they desire at anytime, the door is open upon both sides”. She then thanked him & left. Some say his gift isn’t the healing, it’s what happens after.
His greatest gift is given freely with no desire of something in return. Solomon has saved the lives of many. All they do for his is keep coming. The sick & handicapped. The insane & people on the verge of death. The def, dumb and blind, he was the first person they ever saw or heard.
After hearing this, I took a trip to see this healer. I heed to witness his working for myself…..
…When I met the healer. I felt as if I were standing in front of the devil himself. His white suit shined without a stain, his bron hair perfectly straight. His words were blunt but peaceful. We was calm & kind a man who deserves respect. This is why I didn’t trust him.
That day our meeting was brief, he was going out to heal another.
I began to wonder how this man was always on time. It was like he know when death was coming and could stop her kiss.
How? After all, we are only ordinary men.
1 day I decided to follow him on his mission, I wanted to know he performs these miracles, why he performs these miracles. I had to see him in action.
I waited for hours, watching his window. He does watch an unbelievable amount of porn. I don’t recall him watching anything else that day.
Around his house various football memorabilia all relating to the Green bay packers. The doors & windows always open.
I began to leave but I saw him changing. He took off his shirt jeans to put on the white suit he wore earlier. He then made up his bed with blue sheets & left. I had wondered if he knew how I was stalking his every move. I also wondered if I was the first to do so.
He had found a little boy resting on the train tracks. People say the child is possessed, totally controlled by the demons.
The healer worked slowly & calmly to wake the boy & take him. The train would be there soon. I had looked away to see it coming from the west. When I looked back the boy & Solomon were gone……
….When I made it back to the house the boy sleeps in the room while Solomon rested. I then decided to just walk into his home & search for an answer. I know how illegal this search for an answer. I know how illegal this is but at that point had no concern.
“They say curiosity killed the cat”.
I had saw Solomon holding a gun in his white suit. He then proceeded to shoot me.
I woke up in his bedroom naked, except for blue sheets.
