Being

 

He wasn't who I initially thought he was, nor who others took him for. I can't define who this being was, but I was the only one who was given even a glimpse of his complex nature. I don't remember the day I first met him; it seemed as if I'd known him forever. I don't know why he chose me. He claimed that only my mind could accept the things he wished to reveal to me. Now, looking back, I understand his statement. Throughout my entire acquaintance with him, if I can call the years I spent with him that, I was unable to fathom the depths of his being. I can't say whether he was good or evil, nor do I know if he can be judged in those terms. He simply was. He existed in a reality that, while unprepared for him, was brutally forced to bear the burden he posed. I tried many times to free myself from him, fearful of preserving my humanity, which I undoubtedly lost in his company. But I couldn't leave him; my mind had become addicted to him, trapped in his clutches. I was constantly aware of his superiority. I knew he controlled my life. Despite his power over me, he didn't harm me, as I initially thought. He could have played with me like a puppet on strings. But he respected me; I'd even venture to say he cared for me. He forced me to give up my personal life. He didn't do it directly; it was a slow process, but one that stubbornly pursued its goal. What terrified me was that with him, I no longer needed anyone or anything; he was completely sufficient. I didn't have to worry about supporting myself; he took care of everything. He bought me a house on the outskirts of town, paid all my bills, and provided me with the cash for the day-to-day expenses necessary to keep my body alive. He looked human. At first glance, he was a man of about sixty. He wore a worn coat with patches sewn on here and there. He had long white hair and a beard and mustache of the same color. In short, his physical appearance brought to mind a homeless beggar, of which there are many in the poor districts of the city. I once asked him about his clothes, and it struck me as odd that someone who could afford to buy the house he had given me would walk around in such rags. He just looked at me and smiled as if to a child. It irritated me, and he knew it perfectly well. This was his way of letting me know that I wouldn't know the answer to my question. However, he didn't hide everything from me; he let me know the answers to many of his questions. Only after a while did I realize that he wasn't answering me directly, but was arranging things so that I could find the answers myself. What did he need me for? I agonized over this question for the first few years of our acquaintance. He didn't give me the answer; I had to find out for myself. Soon, I felt as if I knew her. I think,The underlying reason could have been the loneliness he undoubtedly felt. He needed someone to share with, someone who would admire him and especially care for him. It seemed that it didn't matter to him what that feeling was, as if he only cared about not being indifferent to him. Only now do I realize that he needed love and acceptance from me. After a while, certain observations and speculations arose in my mind, and I decided to ask him. I chose the moment that seemed most appropriate and asked: "Are you God?" He looked at me in surprise. He rarely showed pure emotion, but this time I clearly saw surprise in him. One look from him was enough for me to answer. He wasn't God. He was a powerful being, but not God. He allowed me to discover, to some extent, who he was. He feared God; I saw it in his gaze. I don't know if he loved God or was close to Him. Standing before God forced a decision, and he was afraid of that, which is why I think he fled first. Despite everything, it was he who showed me the path to God, so much so that I soon saw the clear differences between him and the Creator. This being showed me things humans had never even dreamed of, and so my mind, though remarkably resilient, rebelled against anything that contradicted my previous perception of reality. Earthly laws didn't apply to it. It broke the laws of physics with childish ease. Free movement along the path of time also posed no challenge for it. I soon learned of the existence of parallel dimensions to which it took me. I can't describe what I saw, I see no way to put it into words, for the necessary words have never been uttered on Earth. Finally, the inevitable day arrived when the being decided to depart. To leave me. I knew this had to happen someday. He was leaving for my own good; he knew my mind couldn't take any more. He didn't want to hurt me. He left without saying goodbye. One day, I simply realized he was gone. I felt a great fear at that time, and I still do, even though so many years have passed. He didn't leave behind a void, only a feeling as if he had never existed. I don't know where he is now. Perhaps he found someone like me, ready to accept even a fraction of his essence. However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the Lord. To its roots, to the homeland from which it came and from which it fled. I don't know if that happened, but I know that only in this way will it achieve the love it so desperately desired. I found it there.That he needed love and acceptance from me. After some time, certain observations and speculations arose in my mind, and I decided to ask him. I chose the moment that seemed most appropriate and asked: "Are you God?" He looked at me surprised. He rarely showed pure emotion, but this time I clearly saw surprise in him. One look was enough for me to answer. He wasn't God. He was a powerful being, but not God. He allowed me to discover, to some extent, who he was. He feared God; I saw it in his gaze. I don't know if he loved God or was close to Him. Standing before God required a decision, and he feared it, which is why I believe he fled first. Despite everything, it was he who showed me the path to God, so that I soon saw the clear differences between him and the Creator. This being showed me things that people had never even dreamed of, and so my mind, though remarkably resilient, rebelled against everything that contradicted my previous perception of reality. Earthly laws didn't apply to it. He broke the laws of physics with childish ease. Free movement along the path of time also posed no challenge for him. I soon learned of the existence of parallel dimensions to which he took me. I cannot describe what I saw; I see no way to put it into words, for the necessary words have never been uttered on Earth. Finally, the inevitable day arrived when the being decided to depart. To leave me. I knew it had to happen someday. He was leaving for my good; he knew my mind could no longer take in any more. He didn't want to hurt me. He left without saying goodbye. One day, I simply realized he was gone. I felt a great fear at that time, and I still do, even though so many years have passed. However, he didn't leave behind a void, only the feeling that he had never existed. I don't know where he is now. Perhaps he found someone like me, ready to accept even a fraction of his essence. However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the presence of the Lord. To his roots. The homeland she came from and from which she fled. I don't know if it happened, but I know that this is the only way she will achieve the love she so desperately desired. I found her there.That he needed love and acceptance from me. After some time, certain observations and speculations arose in my mind, and I decided to ask him. I chose the moment that seemed most appropriate and asked: "Are you God?" He looked at me surprised. He rarely showed pure emotion, but this time I clearly saw surprise in him. One look was enough for me to answer. He wasn't God. He was a powerful being, but not God. He allowed me to discover, to some extent, who he was. He feared God; I saw it in his gaze. I don't know if he loved God or was close to Him. Standing before God required a decision, and he feared it, which is why I believe he fled first. Despite everything, it was he who showed me the path to God, so that I soon saw the clear differences between him and the Creator. This being showed me things that people had never even dreamed of, and so my mind, though remarkably resilient, rebelled against everything that contradicted my previous perception of reality. Earthly laws didn't apply to it. He broke the laws of physics with childish ease. Free movement along the path of time also posed no challenge for him. I soon learned of the existence of parallel dimensions to which he took me. I cannot describe what I saw; I see no way to put it into words, for the necessary words have never been uttered on Earth. Finally, the inevitable day arrived when the being decided to depart. To leave me. I knew it had to happen someday. He was leaving for my good; he knew my mind could no longer take in any more. He didn't want to hurt me. He left without saying goodbye. One day, I simply realized he was gone. I felt a great fear at that time, and I still do, even though so many years have passed. However, he didn't leave behind a void, only the feeling that he had never existed. I don't know where he is now. Perhaps he found someone like me, ready to accept even a fraction of his essence. However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the presence of the Lord. To his roots. The homeland she came from and from which she fled. I don't know if it happened, but I know that this is the only way she will achieve the love she so desperately desired. I found her there.That's why I think he was running away first. Despite everything, it was he who showed me the path to God, so I soon noticed the clear differences between him and the Creator. This being showed me things humans had never even dreamed of, and that's why my mind, though incredibly resilient, rebelled against anything that contradicted my previous perception of reality. Earthly laws didn't apply to it. It broke the laws of physics with childish ease. Free movement along the path of time also posed no challenge for it. I soon learned of the existence of parallel dimensions to which it took me. I can't describe what I saw, I see no way to put it into words, because the necessary words were never uttered on Earth. Finally, the inevitable day arrived when the being decided to depart. To leave me. I knew it had to happen someday. He was leaving for my own good; he knew my mind couldn't take in any more. He didn't want to hurt me. He left without saying goodbye. One day, I simply realized he was gone. I felt a great fear at that time, and I still do, even though so many years have passed. He didn't leave behind a void, only a feeling as if he had never existed. I don't know where he is now. Perhaps he found someone like me, ready to accept even a fraction of his essence. However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the Lord. To its roots, to the homeland from which it came and from which it fled. I don't know if that happened, but I know that only in this way will it achieve the love it so desperately desired. I found it there.That's why I think he was running away first. Despite everything, it was he who showed me the path to God, so I soon noticed the clear differences between him and the Creator. This being showed me things humans had never even dreamed of, and that's why my mind, though incredibly resilient, rebelled against anything that contradicted my previous perception of reality. Earthly laws didn't apply to it. It broke the laws of physics with childish ease. Free movement along the path of time also posed no challenge for it. I soon learned of the existence of parallel dimensions to which it took me. I can't describe what I saw, I see no way to put it into words, because the necessary words were never uttered on Earth. Finally, the inevitable day arrived when the being decided to depart. To leave me. I knew it had to happen someday. He was leaving for my own good; he knew my mind couldn't take in any more. He didn't want to hurt me. He left without saying goodbye. One day, I simply realized he was gone. I felt a great fear at that time, and I still do, even though so many years have passed. He didn't leave behind a void, only a feeling as if he had never existed. I don't know where he is now. Perhaps he found someone like me, ready to accept even a fraction of his essence. However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the Lord. To its roots, to the homeland from which it came and from which it fled. I don't know if that happened, but I know that only in this way will it achieve the love it so desperately desired. I found it there.However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the presence of the Lord. To its roots, to the homeland from which it came and from which it fled. I don't know if this happened, but I know that this is the only way it will achieve the love it so desperately desired. I found it there.However, I want to believe that this being has returned to the presence of the Lord. To its roots, to the homeland from which it came and from which it fled. I don't know if this happened, but I know that this is the only way it will achieve the love it so desperately desired. I found it there.