A Call from the Garden

By Sean Thomas

Rafael had to answer the call from the garden--but never did he know that this call will make him experience a spiritual and mysterious journey. A journey of a lifetime, a journey towards the truth, a journey that started from an unexpected taxi and landed onto the quest of finding The Lord.
Through the eyes of Rafael, the author, Sean Thomas, explores the benevolence of faith through touching upon the mother-son duo living in the 'House of Martha'. Stressing upon the belief on 'the name of righteous' and Jesus, this biblical fiction is a promising and gripping story that invokes inner consciousness and a desire to seek spirituality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Feb 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781528957090

Sean Thomas

Sean Thomas was born in 1963 in Devon. ‘Absent Fathers’, his first novel was published in 1996. A full-time journalist, in recent years his work has appeared in The Times, The Sunday Times and The Sunday Telegraph. He lives in London and is unmarried.

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Dedication

Sean is a dedicated follower of music on a complex scale. He is obsessed with films and the art of movie directors, as well as being a lifelong follower of WWE and a loyal supporter of FC Barcelona football club since the age of twelve. Sean has a love of and is obsessed with imaginative landscapes. Not being able to technically draw and watching the world around him write books, Sean thought he would have a go after being inspired by an insightful vision of four of the primary colours that belong to the spectrum in the form of a storybook. Sean found the writing process extremely difficult in the sense of just finding a way to present the imagination on to paper, but once ignited could not see any boundaries beyond. Sean was born in the South West of England, where he still resides to this day.

Dedication

WE LOVE AND MISS YOU GRANDAD.!

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Acknowledgement

A big thank you to Austin Macauley Publishers. I am very grateful.

The magnificent array of flowers, which at this brief space in time is taking control inside the main frame of a young man’s mind, whilst he appears to look at rest in complete silence.

The glorious colours on display, of what cannot quite be recognised, is the only thing that’s soothing to one young nineteen-year-old man at this present time, with no sound and no scent, just a comforting sight to any soul in distress.

This young soul can feel himself within begging for mercy as he displays the characteristics of a person that just wants to be held. Moving along the tops of the flowers within his mind’s eye, he notices a man who is not clearly visible, even up close.

This man is robed in ultra white, wasting no time, within a flash of thought, he throws his arms out holding the man that is perched upon a rock, grabbing hold of him with his life and screaming to high heavens in relief, but this silent cry of agony. Unfortunately, to the poor soul in distress, who is seeking comfort, it can only be heard from within.

Estoy en agonia, senor! Are the words that wail out within the boundary of a bedroom in the shade of oil painting red, screaming from inside the wood with the resonance exploding from the very vibrant shadowy varnish.

Rafael, are you okay, my love? asks the beautiful senorita upon bursting into the room,

Si, Madre! comes the reply from the poor soul in distress that’s laid flat out on his back as he tries to rest in bed amongst a pool of his own sweat and pain.

Oh, my boy, you are bleeding again! she says, casting her eyes into the palms of his hands.

Si, Mama! comes the cry of anguish from young Rafael.

What is happening with your hands, my boy? asks Rafael’s mother, Martha, as she is given a blank stare by her son. Hold your hands still, baby, and I will bandage them for you, okay? she says, tying his hands in kindness, is that okay for you?

Yes, Mama.

I thought you were going to see the doctor, my son!

Thinking in silence in the presence of his mother who’s sat next to him on the bed, It’s not really the doctor I need right now.

Resting her hand on his forehead she says, Oh! My boy, you are burning up!

Gazing into her eyes Rafael says, My strength is failing, Mama!

Then what is the answer, Rafa?

Holding his hands to the darkened ceiling, Aahh! cries Rafael.

You want me to get the doctor for you?

Shaking his head, No, Mama! replies Rafael, as his mind becomes eclipsed in a shrine of colours at this present time, igniting a path that’s lighting the way for him. I have plans, Mama! I need to go away.

Like this? replies Martha with her face contorted in confusion, where to? You are in no state to travel, you need rest and a doctor!

Laughing, he replies, Mama!

Yes, Rafa, leaning forward.

No doctor can remove this pain, he says, holding her with his life, doorbell, Mama!

You hear that? letting go of him and making her way down the stairs she says, one second, baby!

Within a split second, Rafael launches his hand out into the drawer next to his bed and pulls out a loaded 357 magnum, shoving the end of the tip in his mouth and holding it with extreme force as the drips of sweat from his forehead pour gently onto the gun. No Puedo Vivir Asi! he mutters the words of despair as he suddenly hears the stairs creaking. Ayudame Por favor! Duele Tan Mal Por Dentro!

Rafa! Okay, my love? howls Martha as she presses the weight of her body against the door, Bang! What was that, my love? she is looking suspicious.

I banged my hand, Mother, on this cabinet!

I see! struggling with her hands full, she says. Delivery for you! she says, inspecting the package, who from, my love?

Shaking his head, he replies, Something to keep me warm!

Looking at him, she says, confused, Something to keep you warm?

Yes, Mama.

I don’t understand!

I am going away, Mama, he is laughing.

But you are in no fit state to travel anywhere, she says, shaking her head, this seems crazy!

I have arranged it!

This must be the fever talking, Rafael! she replies, pressing the back of her hand against his left cheek, you are still on fire! What’s in this?

Holding the giant parcel, comes the reply, A new blanket, Mother!

Martha is smirking at him, Why do you need a new blanket? slipping him the two envelopes, she says, and these? taking hold of them with precaution. Rafael!

Yes, Mama, he is pointing to the corner of the room.

Where did the red feathers come from?

Rafael is frowning with disbelief, I don’t know, Mother!

Resting her hand against the door, Martha says worringly, Do you feel well enough to come down for your breakfast?

He is looking up at the ceiling, The pain, Mother!

Okay baby, I will be downstairs, okay, if you feel like it, come down.

Yes, Mother!

Turning towards the door, she calls, Rafael!

Yes?

Pausing in silence, she states, He is with us, always!

Turning his attention back to the two envelopes he is holding in his hands of pain, he opens one envelope with delicacy as he casts his eyes on a one way ticket to hope, whilst inside of his mind’s eye, he begins to navigate around a beautiful garden just waiting majestically at the other end of his planned journey. As the glistening upon the airline ticket sparkles