I was but young boy. Even at such a tender age, I bore the weight of a heavy soul, as a man I had many talents, one being more a cruse then a blessing. I experienced the world in ways that drove others to madness including my father who in his madness was preparing to burn our home and me along with it. As I lay in our living room floor surrounded by the tender that will soon turn our home into ash. Feeling true fear at that age made the hour long stand off feel like a eternity. I knew my death was near my body was on the verge of death dieing from the fear. When all hope was lost and I accepted my end, a Is warmth blanketed me and i was at peace my body know longer shivered in fear.I had the courage to uncover my face from the blanket i lay beneath and when i opened my eyes in the dark room i saw a figure of ligth of many colors. The figure Appeared as the stars condensed in human form. I spoke of the angel from that day. labeled as a madman I never spoken of my experiences. For forty years, I wandered through a labyrinth of thought, lost in a life dictated by society’s hollow maxims: get a job, get a house, get a wife. It’s the mantra that echoes through the ages.

I now understand the root of my perpetual solitude, why I’ve always felt like an outcast, my voice a mere whisper against the roar of collective ignorance. My interactions were nothing more than a performance, the skill of an actor hiding behind a mask, suppressing my true self to fit a mold. I chased after the illusory riches promised by society, with hollow promises of happiness and wealth. The lies that were meant to fulfill me turned out to be nothing more than phantoms in my mind.

Upon realizing I had squandered the best years of my existence, a fit of rage and ignorance consumed me. I cursed everything that ever was—the land, the sea, and every living being. I denied both the devil and God.

Consumed by fury and loathing, I turned to peer out the window into the abyss of the night, only to be met with the reflection of the devil. He stepped through the glass as if it were a mere veil, as if he had stepped through my very soul. With a sly grin and a voice dripping with charm, he whispered, “Let me show you the wonders I can offer. Let’s be allies, companions on the same journey. What do you say, friend?” With a mere gesture, he unveiled countless lives filled with opulence and acclaim. After revealing his deceitful visions, the devil cautioned, “Choose wisely, my friend, for you shall bear this choice for eternity. Unless, of course, you have something of value to trade.”

In that instant, with a thunderous roar and a blinding flash, the Almighty descended, and the world was bathed in a radiant white light. It was an overwhelming force, so intense that I felt my very being might disintegrate. Time stood still, and beams of light danced through my consciousness, a symphony of twinkling, vibrating energy that enveloped the air. It was the embodiment of the spoken word.

In that moment, I was truly deceased, devoid of any concept of time and space. My sole existence lingered in a realm beyond mortal comprehension, neither heaven nor hell. There, I discovered my true essence, the origin from which I emerged. From the void, a single word sprang forth, validating its own existence. There, I uncovered the genesis of my soul. The spark that defines me erupted into waves of energy, and from this harmonic vibration, my physical form materialized, perfectly attuned to my ethereal state.

Now, I have circled back to the genesis of this tale. As if reliving my entire existence in an instant, I am plagued by daily introspection. Am I a madman, deranged? Surely not. Is it not evident to all? In my realm, your words take on form and substance. They craft the very world that inflicts pain upon me. Your words enslave me, sapping my strength. These feeble words; I shall endure them and persist. The entanglement of words amasses power over time, binding the spirits of the weak. These unseen edicts and decrees, self-imposed through the utterance of a single soul, grant the majority dominion over me, solely because I permit it.

But now, I have declared my intent. My words shall resonate. My presence shall be acknowledged. The sinners, driven by selfishness and avarice, unite so their proclamations may be heard, masquerading their desires as justice and law, as right and wrong, to ensure their voices dominate. Now, I articulate my desires through my words. You may not heed them, but they have been spoken. Close your eyes and surrender to the will of our world, for it was shaped by my declarations.

Now, I yearn for my will to reach your ears. I shall speak of you as valiant, courageous individuals. Those among you who heed my call now rise above the folly of mankind. You pursue a path of totality or nothingness. Disregard the words of charlatans who cloak their transgressions with the veil of truth and legality. Trust in my words, for you are the embodiment of the spoken word. Listen to your inner voice first to master the art of our language. Together, we sculpt and define our reality. This world may brand us as lunatics, uttering hexes and weaving enchantments. Yet, stand resolute in your truth, live united, and endure eternally as one among the multitude.

With my will now spoken, it is unbreakable. I am armed for battle, not with steel, but with knowledge and insight. Our spoken word shall be our blade, our resolve our shield. Let my essence be our guide .

And with that, the man who had met the devil, who had seen the light of creation, stood firm. His voice, once a whisper in the void, now roared across the cosmos. He was no longer a mere spectator in the theater of existence; he was its playwright, its director, its leading actor. The stage was set, the audience hushed, and the universe awaited his command. With a word, he could weave realities, with a thought, he could unravel time.

So he spoke, and his words were not just heard but felt, resonating in the hearts of those who dared to listen. They were the words of freedom, of power, of unity. They were a call to arms for the warriors of truth, a lullaby for the weary souls seeking rest, a beacon for the lost ones searching for home.

The ramblings of a madman? Perhaps. But in his madness lay a profound truth, a revelation so piercing that it shattered the shackles of conformity. His madness was the key to liberation, to living a life unbound by the chains of society’s expectations.

As the story closes, the madman’s legacy lingers, a testament to the power of the spoken word and the indomitable will of the human spirit.
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