There Was Once a Man

A piece of inspired writing by Marlene.

There was once a man who knew that he was special. He knew that he was special because he had the power of communication. He knew how to communicate with man, with flowers, with birds, with trees. He knew how to communicate with the sun, the wind and the rain. But the one thing he had that no other living creature had, was the ability to communicate with the Universe.
He knew how to communicate with the Universe because he also knew that he and the Universe were one and the same.
But mankind had forgotten, for man was not interested in things of beauty and of nature. Man wanted only for material things. And in order to obtain material things man had to change his life so that life became an existence of working to earn enough money to buy more material things and when man had bought those material things, he was still dissatisfied. So he began to work longer hours in order to buy bigger, better things and when these were obtained, still he pushed himself harder to earn more, to buy more and he could not see the tiny hole he had begun to dig for himself was growing wider and deeper and that his life was on a downward spiral.
And the man who knew that he was special tried to point out mankind’s mistake but the people jeered and sneered at him and told him he was mad.
He went from place to place telling people of his conversations with the planet and they told him he was crazy.
He told them of his visits to the stars and his communication with beings from other worlds and other dimensions and they told him he was drunk or drugged or both and he was kicked and beaten and ridiculed.
And he thought, maybe they were right, maybe he was mad, or crazy or both.
So he tried to close his ears and to ignore the voice of the Universe and he tried to close his eyes so he would not see the wrongdoings of mankind. But the Universe refused to be ignored and it continued to speak to him until he realised the voices he heard were not voices in his head, or voices of his own making and he remembered who he was and why he was and how he and the Universe were one and the same.
Then he realised that, although mankind might never be able to communicate as he communicated, they would, one day, understand, and know, as he knew, that he was special.

Marlene