“I was in real need of a doctor. Rolling the dot pen in my right, I sat with a clip board in my left, just like all the other patients in the long queue, waiting for my turn. Literally speaking, I had no symptoms of a disease affecting my physical well-being, but rather a half disturbed mind, mental poisoning to be accurate. The fear of being kicked out if I don’t get a decent digging out of “this” doctor for my press was overwhelming.
Time passed like a two-toed sloth trying to digest its yesterday’s meal. My palms were getting sweaty and my little brain was taking every ounce of pressure I put on it by mustering all the negative energy I got, picturing every worst case scenario that may happen if anything went wrong today. It was my last shot and failure was not an option!
About half an hour later, the long line of patients seemed to become less in number. It felt like the doctor knew I was here and he was rushing with the check-ups. As the path to my goal got shorter and shorter, I had half a mind of throwing up, or maybe run away and get directly admitted in the mental asylum. The electronic monitor flashed 619 in red and I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. Yup, it was my turn. I slowly stood up, shifted my specs on my nose straightened my tie and entered for my check-up.
I was quiet surprised to notice that this doctors room was very different from the ones I have seen previously. There were microscopes and little beakers with different colors of liquids oozing gas bubbles. He was sitting in a comfy chair with a half expressed smile on his face which gave me an idea that he knew why I was here. The place gave me the haunting of a mad scientists lab, but I proceeded with the professionalism in me at full. “Hello sir, may I please…” I was half completed with my sentence when he cut across, “Have a seat, your face tells me you’re not sick and your Id says you’re a news reporter. Would you like a cup of tea while I help you or should I say, while you help yourself?” OK, that was completely out of the blue, a more than friendly welcome with flawlessly arranged words, I was getting a bad feeling he could read minds!!!
So I proceeded, did as I was told and explained to him my purpose of the visit and with his permission started the interview. For a few seconds, he was answering quiet normally, but the air in the room took a turn when I asked him, “So, how did you become a doctor?”…There was a smile on his face I could not describe, his eyes narrowed and brows flying off his forehead, “Why don’t you switch off the little recorder in your left pocket and I’ll tell you a secret. I hope you’re not a spy from the government trying to bring me down because I have no intention of getting involved in politics…” his smile broadened…
How did he know? I was caught by surprise as my body responded to his words as if strings were attached to my body which he was controlling from his mind! Whether I was in control or not, I didn’t know but my body did what I was told to do. He smiled again… “Do you know my young friend? Health is not just a word you toss around with those boneless tongues of yours; it is majestic in its way and should be said with respect! It has many dimensions. I for one, happen to be a strong believer of the spiritual dimension. I believe in god and the existence of Lucifer, as there is no darkness without light and no evil without good. When I was sent away on to become a doctor, I was captivated by deep sorrow and my deepest desire, freedom. I was a pure soul, thrown into a world created by Lucifer’s followers, to be tested by god. Lucifer was waiting for me in the shadows. He was clever with his plans. I was falling into every trap he ever laid and slowly my soul became tainted with the blood of ebony.
One rainy night, I had a dream…In the silence of total emptiness; there was a flow of energy, one of a demon and that of an angel. They were pressing against a smaller body, a soul asking for directions, trying to win it over. I don’t remember what exactly happened but when I woke up I was sweating. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a silvery shadow cast by the hollow moon which smiled at me and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I knew what I had to do…
The days went by and I completed my MBBS program and came home. You must be wondering how my soul would have been then. Let me tell you one thing, it was half tainted by the darkness but it could not progress further. You see I tricked the devil and became a doctor.
Later, after one year passed, before I went for a MD in Pediatrics, I was visited by the same silvery thing. Call it my imagination, call it hallucination or call it the fallen angel, I don’t care, because when it disappeared my heart was set for a spirit walk. I started my journey towards the holiest of places on earth with a silent prayer from my silhouette, “Dear god, I know I don’t’ deserve this name, but if I truly am the slave of god, please wash away my sins and make me worth of being addressed by that name…”
It has been 15 years since then, and although I may have changed a bit physically, but within me the young slave still dwells, seeking knowledge and bombarding every little plan of Lucifer. In front of me, Lucifer is now a kid with a tail and horns, which can neither, walk nor talk…someone who has been defeated. My goal now is to educate young minds and warn them about Lucifer. I can only guide, I can’t force change…”
I was thunderstruck with the story, the papers in my clipboard were blank and the only thing I could do was stare at the doctor, blankly. I thanked him, got up and left. I threw the clipboard, pen and my ID in the nearest bin and headed home. It was time for a change, time for my spirit journey to begin…”
At this point there was a loud snore from my room partner and I woke up. I was sweating too. A mystical glow was shining onto my pillow by the rising sun…I was confused about what I saw. There was one thought in my mind…I never saw the face of neither the doctor nor the reporter. If it was the future, who was I? The doctor or the reporter…?
Time passed like a two-toed sloth trying to digest its yesterday’s meal. My palms were getting sweaty and my little brain was taking every ounce of pressure I put on it by mustering all the negative energy I got, picturing every worst case scenario that may happen if anything went wrong today. It was my last shot and failure was not an option!
About half an hour later, the long line of patients seemed to become less in number. It felt like the doctor knew I was here and he was rushing with the check-ups. As the path to my goal got shorter and shorter, I had half a mind of throwing up, or maybe run away and get directly admitted in the mental asylum. The electronic monitor flashed 619 in red and I looked at the piece of paper in my hand. Yup, it was my turn. I slowly stood up, shifted my specs on my nose straightened my tie and entered for my check-up.
I was quiet surprised to notice that this doctors room was very different from the ones I have seen previously. There were microscopes and little beakers with different colors of liquids oozing gas bubbles. He was sitting in a comfy chair with a half expressed smile on his face which gave me an idea that he knew why I was here. The place gave me the haunting of a mad scientists lab, but I proceeded with the professionalism in me at full. “Hello sir, may I please…” I was half completed with my sentence when he cut across, “Have a seat, your face tells me you’re not sick and your Id says you’re a news reporter. Would you like a cup of tea while I help you or should I say, while you help yourself?” OK, that was completely out of the blue, a more than friendly welcome with flawlessly arranged words, I was getting a bad feeling he could read minds!!!
So I proceeded, did as I was told and explained to him my purpose of the visit and with his permission started the interview. For a few seconds, he was answering quiet normally, but the air in the room took a turn when I asked him, “So, how did you become a doctor?”…There was a smile on his face I could not describe, his eyes narrowed and brows flying off his forehead, “Why don’t you switch off the little recorder in your left pocket and I’ll tell you a secret. I hope you’re not a spy from the government trying to bring me down because I have no intention of getting involved in politics…” his smile broadened…
How did he know? I was caught by surprise as my body responded to his words as if strings were attached to my body which he was controlling from his mind! Whether I was in control or not, I didn’t know but my body did what I was told to do. He smiled again… “Do you know my young friend? Health is not just a word you toss around with those boneless tongues of yours; it is majestic in its way and should be said with respect! It has many dimensions. I for one, happen to be a strong believer of the spiritual dimension. I believe in god and the existence of Lucifer, as there is no darkness without light and no evil without good. When I was sent away on to become a doctor, I was captivated by deep sorrow and my deepest desire, freedom. I was a pure soul, thrown into a world created by Lucifer’s followers, to be tested by god. Lucifer was waiting for me in the shadows. He was clever with his plans. I was falling into every trap he ever laid and slowly my soul became tainted with the blood of ebony.
One rainy night, I had a dream…In the silence of total emptiness; there was a flow of energy, one of a demon and that of an angel. They were pressing against a smaller body, a soul asking for directions, trying to win it over. I don’t remember what exactly happened but when I woke up I was sweating. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a silvery shadow cast by the hollow moon which smiled at me and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I knew what I had to do…
The days went by and I completed my MBBS program and came home. You must be wondering how my soul would have been then. Let me tell you one thing, it was half tainted by the darkness but it could not progress further. You see I tricked the devil and became a doctor.
Later, after one year passed, before I went for a MD in Pediatrics, I was visited by the same silvery thing. Call it my imagination, call it hallucination or call it the fallen angel, I don’t care, because when it disappeared my heart was set for a spirit walk. I started my journey towards the holiest of places on earth with a silent prayer from my silhouette, “Dear god, I know I don’t’ deserve this name, but if I truly am the slave of god, please wash away my sins and make me worth of being addressed by that name…”
It has been 15 years since then, and although I may have changed a bit physically, but within me the young slave still dwells, seeking knowledge and bombarding every little plan of Lucifer. In front of me, Lucifer is now a kid with a tail and horns, which can neither, walk nor talk…someone who has been defeated. My goal now is to educate young minds and warn them about Lucifer. I can only guide, I can’t force change…”
I was thunderstruck with the story, the papers in my clipboard were blank and the only thing I could do was stare at the doctor, blankly. I thanked him, got up and left. I threw the clipboard, pen and my ID in the nearest bin and headed home. It was time for a change, time for my spirit journey to begin…”
At this point there was a loud snore from my room partner and I woke up. I was sweating too. A mystical glow was shining onto my pillow by the rising sun…I was confused about what I saw. There was one thought in my mind…I never saw the face of neither the doctor nor the reporter. If it was the future, who was I? The doctor or the reporter…?
