A middle aged man seemed just right, not too young and not too old. But how would I fit in? The average middle aged man seemed to be married and have at least two children. I didn't understand about men and women and why they had a ceremony, or not, and then had children. So perhaps I should attempt to be an unmarried middle aged man.
I chose to be medium in most ways so that I wouldn't stand out and no one would suspect the powers I had.
I willed myself to be the man sitting in a park where there were a lot of people. A young man and woman came and sat beside me. "Hello," I said to them, "I'm new around here." but they behaved as if I wasn't there. "How dare you ignore me," I continued now getting on my high horse, "I can change the colour of the sky, the leaves on the trees and quite frankly turn your world upside down."
Before I could continue with my rampage another woman came along and said, "Hello Anne, Rodger," and then she sat right down on top of me.
It hadn't worked, I could see myself as a middle aged man but they couldn't see me at all. I was still an entity and I didn't know how to make myself a material body. I thought of myself as a kind of God who could do anything but then these people talked about God and Gods but they worshiped deities, pictures, their imaginations. They weren't actually seeing a God. So perhaps to them I was God and that's why they couldn't see me.
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