This is a brief extract from You Can’t Escape Destiny, the second volume of my Doom Healer Series. I have recently pestered two publishers regarding these books. Hopefully, one of them will snap it up.
Tuesday, in the school staffroom as usual, Bill said goodbye to one of his clients, a girl trying to protect her younger brother from bullying by the rest of the family, when there was a knock on the door, and a Year 9 boy hesitantly stepped inside. Bill knew his name, Andrew Hartley, but hadn’t had anything to do with him until now. The kid kept to himself all the time. “Come in, Andrew,” he said, walking up to him.
“I got permission from Mr Briantley. Uh, only, um… won’t they hear me?” He was looking at Grater and Cindy, each with a client, each behind a sound curtain.
“I’ll show you.” Bill led the kid into his own little area, but stayed outside. “Can you hear me?” he asked.
The boy’s mouth moved, but of course no sound escaped. Bill stepped forward and pointed to the little box on the floor. “This is an electronic device I invented. It analyses the sound pattern and creates a sound wave to exactly cancel it. So, your privacy is guaranteed. Now, how can I be of service to you?” He gave all his metta to the boy and saw him relax.
Andrew stayed silent for a while, and Bill gave him time. At last, he said, “Uh, I can’t help it. Girls don’t interest me. I get, uh, sexual feelings for boys. I really can’t help it.”
Bill smiled at him. “And if this got out, you’d be bullied mercilessly.”
“Yeah, but it’s worse than that. My family are all very strong Christians, and the minister regularly raves on about the sins of homosexuality. Sodom and Gomorrah is his favourite passage from the Bible.”
“You know, one of the first findings in psychology was that people who do that are often reacting to their own desires. My bet is, this bloke has homosexual feelings himself, and denies them by thundering against it in others.”
“I was really worried you’d reject me and tell me to get lost.”
“Not a chance, buddy. I’m not that way myself, but I have a rule: ‘Above all, do no harm.’ If two men love each other, that does no harm to anyone else. Same for two women, or a man and a woman. It’s a personal choice, as long as it doesn’t harm others. That doesn’t mean you should have sex with guys, any more than a guy our age should have sex with a girl. There are laws about that. But who you hang out with, and why, is your business.”
Andrew seemed to grow. “But what about the Bible?”
“I’ve studied it many times, in many versions, and have looked at translations of ancient documents. I’m convinced, the story of Sodom and Gomorrah is an insertion. Someone put that in there. It’s more the work of the Devil than of God!”
“It says there, Lot offered his virgin daughters to the mob, telling them to gang rape the girls rather than to attack his visitors. And after the escape, the girls got Lot drunk, and had incest with him. That’s most definitely not God’s word!”
Andrew looked at him, seeming strong, and liberated. “Bill, THANK YOU. So, you’re saying, look at everything from what the Bible as a whole says, and, um, throw away anything that goes against it, even if it’s in the Bible?”
“Spot on. You’ve got it.”
“Right, so how do I handle my family, and the minister?”
Bill thought a moment. “The minister is easy. Feel sorry for the poor bloke. He can blather on about whatever he likes, but you don’t need to take on his delusions. For the moment, you’re forced to sit through it. When he carries on, just look at him, and… do you know what I mean by ‘metta’?”
“Yes. I’ve been studying your websites before I got brave enough to talk to you.”
“Send all the metta in your heart to him. However wrong he is, whatever the reasons for his actions, he deserves unconditional love and acceptance. Everyone does, including gay males.”
“And my family?”
“I don’t know them. Suppose you told your parents. Would they reject you?”
Andrew shivered. “Yeah. Dad once came home drunk and told us how he and his mates went poofter-bashing. I reckon he’d beat me up and toss me out.”
“Hmm. You’ll be an adult in a few years, then you can do whatever you want. Until then, fit in, stay quiet, respect your parents, again, regardless of how wrong they may be. Above all, do no harm, and for the rest, make your life as easy as circumstances allow.”