The wanderers, Chapter one: Who am I?

 

Death; is an often limited signification only affiliated with a corporal state, which only happens once, but people would totally be mentally absent from other phenomenons, in which, each person could die severally… once when he is heartbroken, another, when he is totally invisible among crowds…

When a person experiences loneliness around the people he loves, and when a person get totally forgotten, or worse! he himself forgets who he ever was!

*** Chapter one: Who am I?***

This world can’t just explicitly belong to us. Fairies, phantoms, spirits, and all the superstitions we learned in our childhood didn’t just stem out of nowhere, nothing definitely indicates their credibility, they always remain as superstitions, but, these ideas stemmed from believing in the “hidden world”. People; although they differ in color, culture, religion, they still believe in hidden power, unexpected or paranormal events that never had scientific explanations. Science itself includes sometimes volatile theories that people might follow and believe today, but tomorrow they entirely reject!

While we all practice our lives normally, go to work, have dinner with family and friends, celebrate a beautiful occasion, mourn, and suffer, we might see a spectrum passing by our living room couch and try to deny its existence, probably will say “I haven’t slept well”, “It’s just stress”, “confusion”, etc… but never will admit it might be a spectrum, never will admit that some brutal accidents happen to people and they still survived with a miracle! We will never admit that some noises, movements, and other presences sometimes actually make sense as they are, mysterious and unexplained in a formal scientific way.

His holy words, not. Chapter 3 (final): Collusion

 

****Chapter 3: Collusion****

Whiff the candle they lit, this shall douse the fires in your heart,

eating your greens and dissolving your skin…

And empty the buckets they filled for you, you will live longer…

Elude their illusions, elude their chains, and always, trust your guts.

Pamela sneaked into Humbert’s dungeon to free him and run away, disguised as a nun… but as soon as he was freed, holding the laptop she gave him tightly in his arms, the guards recognized Pamela’s face, and headed to her room to confirm… it was locked, which is unusual especially in the absence of Mikal, who also ordered the guards to frequently check on her, they broke into the room and found the two guards soaked in blood. Everyone started panicking and a loop of warning from supervisors to butlers, they searched every corner and inch of the monastery, coincidentally finding that Humbert’s dungeon is also open and he is not there, they tried to call Mikal but he wasn’t responding, allegedly preaching in the congregation.

His holy words, not. Chapter two: God's spoken

 

***Chapter two: God's spoken***

“For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” Corinthians, 11:13–14.

Pamela picked up the torn paper and put immediately in her pocket, she poked Humbert’s arm and was frightened by what she read,

“They killed her. I saw
them. Please, help us. I hid her diaries in the garden, where they
planted red tulips.”

His holy words, not. Chapter one: Hunger

 

*** Chapter one: Hunger ***

Faith; is a way of salvation for some, and a way of deceiving for others, a pain for some, a relief for others, a portal to get closer to the truth, or an escape to get further from the unknown… only those who can distinguish, will know for certain that faith sometimes is just a personal perspective, which can be imperfect, and never immaculate.

The moon was full, hiding partially behind the cloud, maybe reflecting a caveat, or an upcoming goodness, and as it’s standing there firmly in the sky, those with empty tummies were waiting at the church’s gate, desperately for their meal.

Hundreds of people of all classes always attend that church, for events, prayers, performing rites, promoting a politician, not just to fulfill their faith, but to cherish the presence of “Mikal”, a young charismatic priest with massive knowledge as alleged by plenty. He gathers people all the time, not just occasionally, to preach among them, to influence them, to deliver them a message of his own, like a prophet, a God-sent.