My mother died of the plague when I was twenty, that's when I started telling people
about my familiar spirit. Things were going pretty well and as my herds grew and I acquired more land;
things became easier for me but I always lived in fear that I would be found out by the King.
The prophet Samuel was always telling the King he must rid the land of mediums so I tried to do as little
fortune telling as possible, it's just that the people would always come and offer me money. It was really
hard to refuse the fools who would come wanting to talk to their dead family and were willing to pay
whatever I asked.
Then I started having the dreams and started believing that I must have some kind of
special powers. Some nights I couldn't sleep at all because of the dreams. I had dreams of angels,
dreams of demons and dreams of armies covering the land and killing everything alive they could
find. Some of the dreams got really scary and I started sleeping less and less. I went and talked to
the local Rabbi and gave him a bull for a sacrifice to cleanse my sins and the dreams stopped for
a little while but I couldn't stop telling fortunes. I just couldn't do the things the Rabbi told me to do.
Then late one night a stranger came who must have been someone of wealth because he had two servants.
He asked me to bring up from the dead someone he would name. I tried to tell him I couldn't do that
that I wasn't a medium but he swore by the name of God that no harm would come to me and he would
compensate me well. He convinced me to try and I figured what did I have to lose? I might be able
to fool him or convince him that person would not come. You can imagine my surprise when
suddenly this old man in a robe and mantle of a prophet came out of the ground. Well right away I knew
it was Samuel (I had seen him once passing through town) and then I realized that the stranger must be
Saul the King. I have never been so scared in my life! I thought for sure I had been tricked and was going
to be killed. I crouched in the shadows and watched what was happening.

King Saul talked to Samuel for a while but I don't think he liked what Samuel was telling him;
he fell to the ground like he was dead. Samuel disappeared and I felt compassion for the King,
after all he had just heard that he and his sons were to die the next day in battle. I helped King
Saul up and took him to my bed to lie down; it took some doing but with the help of his two servants
we convinced him to eat something. I got a fatted calf and killed it then made some bread and prepared
a meal fit for a King. If it were to be his last meal it should be one worthy of him.
After King Saul and his servants left I really got to thinking about what had happened and I knew that
it was God who had brought Samuel back from the dead. I decided right then and there I was not going to
ever tell another fortune or act like a medium and take money from people. I would learn the law of Moses
and trust in God to watch over me.
Bob Goulding © October 2006
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