To our own inconvenience, I am going to narrate to you here, a very sad encounter, I had that other day, while I went for a stroll around the hill sides over looking my small and pretty village.
It was a nice sunny day, in the middle of summer; you know, how it feels and how priceless are those small steps you tend to take while crawling, along those beautifully laid small country lanes; surrounded by some nice trimmed edges that seem to be welcoming you at every step you take. Sometimes filtering the sun rays through their fresh leaves and branches, twisting and swinging at every slightest blow of those fresh wind from a far away distances. The sounds and smells floating around your being, as if to awaken a sleepy soul. The puffing and clicking of new flowers with a display of a breath taking tapestry of colours and shapes, the view so inspiring that one would imagine being in the company of well celebrated great artists. But indeed at your presence, you were witnessing the handy works of the GREATEST of the GREAT.
Yes! that very day, as I was walking almost vanishing through my thoughts in contemplation of the awesomeness of my surroundings, I suddenly heart a noise, as if someone was in pain and in need of help. I got panicked and puzzled, for the strange noise was coming from everywhere, even I could hear it within my own self. I looked around with a real fear, thinking what is going on? My mind started to think at an unbelievable speed all sorts of available scenarios. Perhaps, some Ufo or bad spirits, I don't know. I looked in front of me on the road and behind, its seems like I was alone.
I shouted, who is there?
Where are you? Still there was no answer, but now I started to here the sound differently as before; there is seems to be a direction it was coming from, with a much intense force. I could feel it on my face as if I am being hit by someone very strong. I nearly felt on the ground, terrified for what kind of sound could have such power and its source. It was a real puzzling experience for me at that moment, something I have never came across before. I managed to stand firm on my legs, even though I could hardly to do so. Strange also, was the fact that, my fear was almost disappearing, I was becoming use to the strangeness, almost loving it but at the same feeling remorseful. Indeed it was quite a sad sound to here.
It was coming, as I came to realise, from the West side of the longer and greener bushes, where most people love to head to. So I decided to go and find out, since I have a profound feeling that this very strange tune is intended for me and there is no escape from it. It has found me and I found it. We are bound together by destiny for the good and the worst; even though still I do not know either, what was exactly behind its source and its reasons. It was a gut feeling that was transporting me towards the unknown entity. The fear, as I approach the place, was gone, now it is replaced by a deep sorrow, even I feel like crying. I feel like I am being hurt, I can not bare the pain that I was feeling all over my entire body. I could not stop myself at that point in moving forward, I was struggling with my emotions and the exhaustion, as if I have been running miles to get to this point of no return.
What is going on here?
I heard myself asking that question, I could not answer. The only answer or the only thing I knew that time was I am not being myself. I belong then, to something or someone, who is somewhere, I am being dragged to; weird! As I went almost fewer yards from the bush, the sound changed its nature, by becoming sweeter and very gentle, as if from a lady, a child or an old person. Someone helpless, in need of care, who is at the mercy of the elements.
I managed to push myself through the bushes, which in fact seem to open up to let me in as if it was a door. There in the middle on a clear circle, I saw a person lying down facing Eastward and surrounded by a group of people in snow white blouses, with a second row behind an other group all dressed up in Black , Grey and blue suites. As I approach, they all formed a tight formation to obstruct my view and access to the one lying on the stretcher. Again I felt a sort of energy in me that enabled me to push through and reach the person in their hands. Then I started seeing some writings appearing at the back of their clothing just like soccer players, but this time it was their professions instead.
The first row, the one with white blouses, the names written was Lawyers and Businessmen/women. From the last row, that is the group with suites, have names like Politicians, Bankers, Traders, Monarchs and Religious leaders. They did not want me there at all and I could see and feel their anger and frustration as I was coming to them and they were being incapacitated. The person though , was still in real agony as if it was about to die. I managed to squeeze myself through, and finally reach the patient, but still could not identify him/her. Although it became clear, that he/she was a fully grown adult. They covered him/her with a nice clean sheet with some golden and silver designs. I was quite impressed with the quality of the material and nearly felt under the spell of its beauty and start thinking may be this person after all is being well looked after, but he/she is a difficult person to deal with. None the less I decided, I have to get to him/her to know the TRUTH and all the REASONS.
As I was about to unveil the face, one member of the group, whom I suppose must be the leader suddenly, talked to me with a loud voice and pointing his finger, in the direction I came from. I turned my head around and as I looked, I could only see a sea of people of all colours and ages. The trees and bushes have all gone, replaced by a multitude or infinite number of people, with puts and pans and plates and forks and spoons. They all look desperate and hungry for foot and water, with some rags as clothing; that was not a nice sight to gaze upon. Then, the person on the stretcher said:
They did that to them, this people you are seeing here, around me. They want me to have nothing to with these people, just to keep me to themselves for their own benefits. I am tired of that and I am dying for they are killing me.
I said, but who are you? I can read the writings at back of these people and I suppose it is telling what kind of professional they are . Yes!, you are right, that was the answer he/she gave back. At this moment I was standing right close to his/her back. Still I could not identify him/her, but gently the cloth started to withdraw from his/her back and there it was, another WRITING and this time it reads DEMOCRACY. The moment I read that word, blood started flow from all over the body, as if someone has opened a tap and let water to run in full speed.
I am dying, the voice said
I am dying it repeats again, tell those you can see over the horizon to hold on to each other and be brave, for the times ahead are going to be hard, very hard indeed. This people are greedy and merciless, they will do anything the get rid off me. They have been using me as a pretext to fool them in believing that I am here on an equal bases. That was not true and was all deceits and dishonesty. I am dying, and there is nothing you or anybody can do.
I am DEMOCRACY
For the people, by the people and with the people.
I am DEMOCRACY
I am denying.
From now on there will be no one to stand up for people.
Suddenly, as if someone has turn off a switch and light gone off, I found myself looking at beautiful flower and a honeybee collecting some pollen. I shake my head and wipe my face which was covered with some sweat of a fine smell. I looked at my watch to see what time it is now and realized I have been here for long time.
There above the edges, the sun is beautifully displaying some majestic colours of a mixture of the rainbow
I walked slowly back to my domain and with awe.
Sad that was as an experience for me that day.
Be well an d in Peace
Yes! that very day, as I was walking almost vanishing through my thoughts in contemplation of the awesomeness of my surroundings, I suddenly heart a noise, as if someone was in pain and in need of help. I got panicked and puzzled, for the strange noise was coming from everywhere, even I could hear it within my own self. I looked around with a real fear, thinking what is going on? My mind started to think at an unbelievable speed all sorts of available scenarios. Perhaps, some Ufo or bad spirits, I don't know. I looked in front of me on the road and behind, its seems like I was alone.
I shouted, who is there?
Where are you? Still there was no answer, but now I started to here the sound differently as before; there is seems to be a direction it was coming from, with a much intense force. I could feel it on my face as if I am being hit by someone very strong. I nearly felt on the ground, terrified for what kind of sound could have such power and its source. It was a real puzzling experience for me at that moment, something I have never came across before. I managed to stand firm on my legs, even though I could hardly to do so. Strange also, was the fact that, my fear was almost disappearing, I was becoming use to the strangeness, almost loving it but at the same feeling remorseful. Indeed it was quite a sad sound to here.
It was coming, as I came to realise, from the West side of the longer and greener bushes, where most people love to head to. So I decided to go and find out, since I have a profound feeling that this very strange tune is intended for me and there is no escape from it. It has found me and I found it. We are bound together by destiny for the good and the worst; even though still I do not know either, what was exactly behind its source and its reasons. It was a gut feeling that was transporting me towards the unknown entity. The fear, as I approach the place, was gone, now it is replaced by a deep sorrow, even I feel like crying. I feel like I am being hurt, I can not bare the pain that I was feeling all over my entire body. I could not stop myself at that point in moving forward, I was struggling with my emotions and the exhaustion, as if I have been running miles to get to this point of no return.
What is going on here?
I heard myself asking that question, I could not answer. The only answer or the only thing I knew that time was I am not being myself. I belong then, to something or someone, who is somewhere, I am being dragged to; weird! As I went almost fewer yards from the bush, the sound changed its nature, by becoming sweeter and very gentle, as if from a lady, a child or an old person. Someone helpless, in need of care, who is at the mercy of the elements.
I managed to push myself through the bushes, which in fact seem to open up to let me in as if it was a door. There in the middle on a clear circle, I saw a person lying down facing Eastward and surrounded by a group of people in snow white blouses, with a second row behind an other group all dressed up in Black , Grey and blue suites. As I approach, they all formed a tight formation to obstruct my view and access to the one lying on the stretcher. Again I felt a sort of energy in me that enabled me to push through and reach the person in their hands. Then I started seeing some writings appearing at the back of their clothing just like soccer players, but this time it was their professions instead.
The first row, the one with white blouses, the names written was Lawyers and Businessmen/women. From the last row, that is the group with suites, have names like Politicians, Bankers, Traders, Monarchs and Religious leaders. They did not want me there at all and I could see and feel their anger and frustration as I was coming to them and they were being incapacitated. The person though , was still in real agony as if it was about to die. I managed to squeeze myself through, and finally reach the patient, but still could not identify him/her. Although it became clear, that he/she was a fully grown adult. They covered him/her with a nice clean sheet with some golden and silver designs. I was quite impressed with the quality of the material and nearly felt under the spell of its beauty and start thinking may be this person after all is being well looked after, but he/she is a difficult person to deal with. None the less I decided, I have to get to him/her to know the TRUTH and all the REASONS.
As I was about to unveil the face, one member of the group, whom I suppose must be the leader suddenly, talked to me with a loud voice and pointing his finger, in the direction I came from. I turned my head around and as I looked, I could only see a sea of people of all colours and ages. The trees and bushes have all gone, replaced by a multitude or infinite number of people, with puts and pans and plates and forks and spoons. They all look desperate and hungry for foot and water, with some rags as clothing; that was not a nice sight to gaze upon. Then, the person on the stretcher said:
They did that to them, this people you are seeing here, around me. They want me to have nothing to with these people, just to keep me to themselves for their own benefits. I am tired of that and I am dying for they are killing me.
I said, but who are you? I can read the writings at back of these people and I suppose it is telling what kind of professional they are . Yes!, you are right, that was the answer he/she gave back. At this moment I was standing right close to his/her back. Still I could not identify him/her, but gently the cloth started to withdraw from his/her back and there it was, another WRITING and this time it reads DEMOCRACY. The moment I read that word, blood started flow from all over the body, as if someone has opened a tap and let water to run in full speed.
I am dying, the voice said
I am dying it repeats again, tell those you can see over the horizon to hold on to each other and be brave, for the times ahead are going to be hard, very hard indeed. This people are greedy and merciless, they will do anything the get rid off me. They have been using me as a pretext to fool them in believing that I am here on an equal bases. That was not true and was all deceits and dishonesty. I am dying, and there is nothing you or anybody can do.
I am DEMOCRACY
For the people, by the people and with the people.
I am DEMOCRACY
I am denying.
From now on there will be no one to stand up for people.
Suddenly, as if someone has turn off a switch and light gone off, I found myself looking at beautiful flower and a honeybee collecting some pollen. I shake my head and wipe my face which was covered with some sweat of a fine smell. I looked at my watch to see what time it is now and realized I have been here for long time.
There above the edges, the sun is beautifully displaying some majestic colours of a mixture of the rainbow
I walked slowly back to my domain and with awe.
Sad that was as an experience for me that day.
Be well an d in Peace
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