Confessions of the Damaged 1.3: Confessions of the Damaged, #3

By IEverything

 

"The trees never judge others. They never turn you away. They do not ask for anything nor do they hold a grudge. They cause no harm to anyone or anything. They seem lifeless at first glance but their flowers bloom every spring. It is said that they can not communicate, but sit in front of one long enough and you feel you are not alone.

Sit a little longer and they may start to speak to you."

 

Confessions of the Damaged is a healing process.  It is a continuous narrative but each chapter is meant to be read as a short story.

The story is enjoyed best if each chapter is read slowly, multiple times. If it brings up your own memories or feelings, you can sit with those before continuing. Take your time with it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IEverything
• Release date: Mar 12, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215546581

Book preview

14  Adorable Creature

She looked out at the half concrete park and smiled at the fact that humans had bothered to create such a thing.  They had gone through all the trouble to box themselves up in concrete and yet still felt the need for trees. 

Of course they did, some were just too proud to admit it.

They built themselves up in their own minds as beings who had overcome the elements, but they knew instinctively that they were a part of nature, and so even when they removed themselves from it, they could never seem to allow themselves to completely abandon it.  

It could be said that all things belonged to nature, even those industrial, mechanical and technological things, but the energy emitted from man-made objects and materials did not vibrate at the same frequencies as most instances of life.  The longer these living beings spent surrounded by concrete and metal, the more they began to ring out of harmony with life as well.  

These parks were a feeble attempt at nature, a joke really, but cute.  They were better than nothing, somewhere in between.  They tended towards that which could be considered artificial.  Even the parks which were immaculately designed paled in comparison to a forest or an ocean.  

Still, sometimes the purity of nature would shine through the concrete landscapes and its voice would reverberate through the wind, or through light and shadow. In a moment's notice, that natural rhythm could fill the streets.  It happened when night arrived and the noise began to quiet down. It was easiest to spot right when the same came up.  Some people knew the song of nature by heart and carried it with them wherever they went.

She often came to visit this one.

She came to watch him speak to the trees.  He may never know just how much beauty he was bringing into the world, just by his very existence.  He hadn’t realized it yet, but he had subconsciously made the decision to be a light in the darkness.  He didn’t think in those terms but if someone told him that he had made such a decision, he would not be able to argue.

He was still sloppy in his execution but he had seen a glimpse of what he was tapping into. He brought love with him wherever he went, and shared it in the most subtle of ways. He did not think about it. In his mind, he was just trying to make the most of a shitty situation, but in actuality, he was learning how to channel pure and unadulterated love into the world.

He was doing her work. 

All the pain and suffering that he endured were of no consequence to the love that resided within him.  It may be months before he would realize this but he would realize it eventually, and at that point, he’d see that everything had been worth it.  

She could sense how close he was. 

He would know no regrets.  The gears had already been set in motion. He was already on his path.

She suddenly felt her own ecstasy flow through him.  He felt the molecules of air brushing up against his hands as he moved them, and enjoyed each photon of light that hit his eyes.  He hardly even realized that he enjoyed it.  This was who he was becoming, bit by bit.  

And then a thought popped up in his mind and he grabbed it, becoming a lost child again.  She came because he had called her, but his clumsy emotions made her laugh.  What an adorable creature.  

These humans, with their silly dramas...they believed in all kinds of things, rarely questioning what they themselves were, rarely looking at the patterns that surrounded them... and yet somehow, their guidance which came preinstalled, could lead them back home.  They took the most magnificent detours.  Each and every one of them had a story worth telling, and few realized how precious these stories were.  

Even the most dull among them were invaluable, if they were just to peek a little deeper into their own lives, to explore their senses or thoughts and feelings just a bit more, they’d have mountains of stories to tell.  Then, if they had the humility to step outside themselves, they’d be able to move mountains even larger.

There were those who saw a glimpse of her and spent their whole lives trying to recreate their image without ever realizing what she truly was , but she was most interested in stories like the one before her.  She had a hunch that he would discover her existence on his own, without any help or guidance from others who had found their own way.  

She spoke to all creatures, but not all were brave enough to follow the clues back to the source of that voice inside themselves.  To do so required one to dig down and excavate the ugliest truths that resided inside themselves, and then to keep going.  

Yes, he was still putting the pieces together but on some level he knew exactly what he was doing. 

She was on the tip of his tongue. 

He knew full well that his body may not survive