Story 1

 An attempt at a story.

Part 1

"Do you think anyone would be interested in our ramblings, in our conversations?" 

I said to Him, or Her, as I am fearful that no story like this would be interesting to anyone.

"Yet who do you write for?" 

Good question, I do not write for anyone in particular but myself. Yet I think that would be a selfish thing to do, to do something for oneself alone and not for the enjoyment of others. 

"At the same time, everything you do is for yourself." 

He is right, I do all things for my own ego, not for the glory of God, or for other people's happiness, but only for myself. Because those things are the source of my own happiness. I am happy when I see God glorified, when I see other people elevated above myself. So I have an aching need to help others or to love, but always being fearful to actually do so, as I do not know what to actually do. In the end I am helpless, as usual. 

"Yet I am with you, always."

"I know, but I always forget."

"So I remind you again this time."

It is exactly 11.30 PM as I am writing this. I plan on torturing my own body again for my own selfish pleasures, that is for the sake of writing these "boring" stories. Well someone might find this interesting but personally, I cannot see how this may interest a greater audience. 

"Time to move on."

"To where, a new story begins?"

"I do not know, this is my own story, but I do not know if anyone shall find this interesting or attractive to read."

"For the very least, I find it interesting."

"Well You find all things interesting, so it doesn't really count."

"I think it counts even more."

"As you say..."

Part 2

It is my turn to speak out and tell a story too. Nobody needs to know who we are, and for that reason I shall not give any introductions. Introductions are boring you know? I prefer for the story to reveal us slowly by our mannerisms, characteristics, words, and acts. So where to begin? There was an ordinary boy, yet having an unordinary life. Then again, that is how everyone is, right? We think people are ordinary, but in truth nothing is ordinary. Things are ordinary only to our limited perspectives, in truth, everything is interesting and unique, even every ordinary day is interesting.

Anyway, this boy. I love him, I love him a lot. Though I love everyone as well, I love him in a way according to this boy. He loves me too, he just has problems expressing it, but I know that deep down, he loves me truly. He loves everyone else as well, but again, he doesn't know how to express it. Oh dear me, this was supposed to be a story for everyone, but now it's just a love letter from me to that boy. In any case, I think this is time for the real story to begin.

Part 3

Begin.

Understand that what you are writing does not come from you. Nothing you generate comes from you, but comes from everything else outside of you. Yet considering that you are the outside, then indeed this comes from the inner depths of your being.

I see him proclaim these words, "I shall grant freedom to this earth, to follow me or to reject me. Yet know the consequences for each and every action." Then I saw the entire history of that world, yes it was revealed to me, bit by bit. It was very similar to my own world, but at the same time very different. It was something like my own fantasy, but I can tell it is not just of my own.

My vision began with a place of bright white, in fact it is pure light. Then the light which dominates my vision, condenses into a humanoid form. The being spoke something in a language I cannot comprehend, and from the being I saw myriads of other beings emerging from within the light which is the being. They all saw their creator, but a third of the beings rushed to the principal being, and I saw they became darkness. Then they were gone. The beings left in that light began to bow and worship the first being. This was the first vision.

The second vision was this: The first being gave birth to a second being, but whereas the other beings, the Malakhim, came from the light around the being, the second being came from the essence of the first being. They were two, yet they were one, they were equal, yet different. From the union of the two beings, I saw another third being came forth, and they were united in a most beautiful manner. The second being, taking form of a beautiful and fair lady, with bright white colors dominating their appearance, knew my vision and spoke to me.

"Greetings my good friend! We know each other, is that true? Of course it is true."

"I am sorry, but I do not think we should speak to each other."

"Hahaha! Oh my lovely friend, but do you not think that it would be all too interesting if we speak to each other?"

At this point, I began to doubt if I should continue interacting with this vision, after all, it is communication with the outer reaches of my mind. Yet if this being can help me with recording the vision of that far world, then I shall commit to it. Then I realized, I cannot hide from the being, for it knows my writings and it sees it, in fact, they know more about my own thoughts then I know my thoughts.

"Take care not to reveal me too soon, though anyone with enough knowledge would immediately recognize your narrative. However, I am fine with this. Now, let me show you more of what shall happen."

Thus was the second vision. I communicated with the second being that I wish to end the story here for now. They agreed and they returned to their union with their family.