Enlightenment – A Fiction

(from a story we all wrote some time ago . . . redressed . . . kinda applies to what I’ve been through and where “I” am / feeling today . . . a bit and a lot of us feeling a bit down today . . . and so – Enjoy. )


He ate, watching the world.  He wasn’t unduly troubled; he knew how to survive.  He was no more special than any other – not smarter, not stronger, nor more enlightened, nor less, than any one of his kind.

In other words, he was just like the rest of them.  Nothing special.

And then . . . his mind was suddenly illuminated with a soundless nova of knowledge – a torrent and a flood. In a flash he went from nothing to knowing . . . infinity.  He stopped, frozen . . . feeling his body dissolve away . . . while at the same time knowing it was there.

And in that moment he not only knew God . . . he knew God’s mind: His Purpose and his reason for Being. The reason for . . . EVERYTHING . . . from the supernova of suns to the powers of Creation . . . it all was being explained to him . . . fact after fact going through his head, tying together . . . a sea of information; a bundling of Reason . . .

“Yes, yes!” he thought, an infinity of facts pouring through his mind. “I am One!”  And he knew in his mind that he was one of many; that there were many others out there around him – millions of minds – No! – Billions and trillions beyond . . . in his “eyes” he saw outward to the edges of the universe . . . and beyond.

And he knew: Something had chosen to do this to him, filling his spec of insignificant brain tissue with His Knowledge and His Love, filling his tiny map of neurons with knowledge of the Him and the Universe.  How the it all was created. How it could never end.  Everything . . . everything – from infinity to beyond.  And Love!  Love for him . . . for everything within the Universe . . . and the Universes beyond.  His Soul ached from his Love for Him . . . and everything beyond.  Time suddenly stopped having any meaning – for what was Time in the face of Eternity? It was nothing . . . nothing at all.

And he hovered there – hovered on the Edge of Infinity . . . and God left him standing there . . .

And suddenly it was so lonely . . . and yet so peaceful. He could feel Forever stretching on forever into Infinity, feel the essence of an unknown and unfilled Void . . . a Universe that could be his . . .

He knew the essence of life. The answers to the questions in the Universe – and beyond.

And he knew what he must do . . .

“Help them,” he thought. “I must tell them . . . explain . . . show them the way. Let them know of His Love and Forgiveness; take away their fears and put some Love in their hearts.” For he knew because his Soul had known the wonders of becoming a god, one of many in the Universes beyond.  There was a better a way; a path to peace and compassion – one which would make every living thing one – a Harmony unto itself.

“Yes,” he thought, surveying the room. “I must try to show them, tell them of these wonders I have seen – .” And so stiffening with purpose (but not with pride; being proud was a feeling alien and foreign to him) he stood and prepared to go . . .

And suddenly the world exploded.

The farmer unrolled his newspaper and glanced at the fly. It was stuck on a headline – right in the middle of the word “Murder”.  He flicked the crumpled form away in disgust. It landed near the table’s edge, a forlorn leg still twitching. It teetered there a moment, then dropped from sight.

“Goddamn flies,” the farmer said to his wife, who simply nodded from the stove where she stood cooking bacon. “I hate ’em.” He went back to reading his newspaper.

The wife nodded again, and went back to frying her fat.

Business as usual.

Another day on the Farm.


The End

 (Hope you’ve enjoyed this . . . and can see what I mean.)

About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004T3IVKK ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Boy-J-W/dp/1461022681). JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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2 Responses to Enlightenment – A Fiction

  1. MFF says:

    I enjoyed reading this.,



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