Truth Seeker…new writing…incomplete and unedited…

Hi, I am Jake Franks. There was nothing special about me. I have been a soldier, a milkman, a construction worker, a scout, a ditch digger, and a short order cook. The one thing I have never been is a Truth Seeker.

At 48, I was told that I am a Truth Seeker. “Why not,” I thought. “I’ve been everything else.” Truth Seeker sounded like a cool job. Except it’s not.

I should have started at the beginning. Sorry, old age has caught up to me. It was a hot day down south, and I had to stop to pick up some dog feed at the feed mill. The usual old men were sitting on the porch. They sipped lemonade and played checkers. One of them nodded when I walked up.

“Help you, young’un?”

“Yes, sir. I need some dog food.”

“How much?”

“Hundred pounds should do it.”

“Alright.” The old man nodded to a scrawny teenager with a pockmarked face. The boy pulled a cart into the warehouse to get my feed. 

“What do I owe you, sir?”

“45.00”

I handed him the money and he went back to playing checkers and sipping lemonade. It wasn’t long before the pockmarked teen had put the food in the back of my truck. 

Outside of my truck was an old woman. She looked at me when I walked up. Her greyish hair was neatly brushed, her teeth were the whitest I had ever seen, and she was dressed for comfort.

“Hi,” she said gently. “Is this your truck?”

“Um, yes, it is. Do you need something?”

She smiled and her eyes lit up. They were the palest shade of blue I had ever seen. It seemed as if she stared straight through me.

“I have been searching for you, Jake.” 

“Okay.” I tried to smile but it wasn’t happening. “Why are you searching for me exactly? I don’t know you.”

“Because you are a Truth Seeker. I am Janet Lynx. You could say I am your consultant or trainer.”

“Yeah, okay.”

She smiled again. “Dang, she has a beautiful smile for someone that is a lunatic.”

“You think I am crazy, right? That I made all this up?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

“You have a blog and regardless of how hard you have tried to curb your political postings, you still write them, right? You also have maintained your belief that there is only absolute truth, correct?”

“How do you even know that? The blog you could have stumbled over, but how do you know my opinion on absolute truth? Who are you?”

“Sweetie, you’re dense. I already told you who I am. Now, can we please leave?”

And that was how I learned that I was a Truth Seeker. I would avoid the feed mills. You might run into a lunatic if you go there.

Nothing changed really when I learned that I was a Truth Seeker. I kept my blog going, I was still a hardheaded old man. Janet explained to me that America was not my only area of influence. We sat on the porch of my mobile home and ate corn dogs. She explained it as such:

Truth Seekers are not concerned with just their country of origin. The entirety of the world is their sphere of concern. There are only four in the world at any given time. Some are artists, some are writers, others are political figures.”

“Political figures? I thought you said we used creative means to influence the world.”

“Could you think of anything more creative than creating cultivated stories to support your agenda?”

“I guess not.”

“Truth Seekers are hated, Jake. Your inability to accept that there are varieties of truth will not endear you to people. Still, your faith must hold, you must not be moved.”

I freely admit that I lost my taste for corn dogs upon learning I would be hated. Between the insomnia, nightmares and severe PTSD, I had a hard enough time being social, now I was going to be hated for being myself. 

Ah well, the truth is that I gave up on humanity a long time ago. I had lied and convinced myself that friends were necessary, and love was the ultimate achievement a person could attain. 

So far, I was a failure on all fronts. 

Published by frontporchmusings694846020

I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).

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