The Boy Who Could see

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A differant kind of Vision, somethings never change.

Submitted: April 28, 2009

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In the land of the Great God Amu a great evil lived and it was forbidden for people to see. So each child was protected in the darkness at the time of birth.
When the boy was born his family rejoiced at his birth. They called the holyman to come and sanctify the child to Amu so that he might be safe from the evil one.
The holyman came quickly, he knew how important it was to dedicate a child to Amu as soon as possible after its birth. With beautiful sound, sweet aromatic incense and oils he and his retinue came, with dancing and singing he consecrated the child and touched the most sacred orbs on its face, they were, as with all men, consumed in evil.
He gently applied the holy covering over the sacred orbs and prayed and guided the child not to touch the sacred covering, till they had dried and stuck on fast, no longer able to be removed. The child had been sanctified a righteous human, dedicated to Amu.
In time the child grew and learned the ways of his people. The sacred covering had fallen off a long time ago but his orbs no longer needed them. He had no idea what sight was and his eyelids had grown together and shut.
Coming home after school his mother greeted him and touched he’s sacred orbs gently, she was his mother, it was a sign of love. He lived a normal life, went to school, did his work, played with his friends.
One day while running with his friend, Joseph, he fell over a small log and banged his head. Joseph was laughing, the boy turned and spoke at him “you put that there didn’t you? That wasn’t funny, I banged my head and one of my orbs hurts”. But Joseph laughed and said “don’t be so grumpy, it was just a joke”. But the boy walked off, his orb hurt.
As he walked home his sacred orb showed him just how sacred it was, as he entered the presence of God. He knew it was the presence of God because of the awesome majesty.
When the boy got home he went straight to his room, he did not want his mother to touch his orb. He was ashamed and feared punishment.
The next day he learned he could choose to be with God or not and most of the day passed normally, but later, in the fading warmth of the day, he went alone in the woods and sought communion. His orb did not hurt so much and he found if he rubbed his orb his closeness with God became greater. So he rubbed harder as he marveled to see the world fully for the first time.
He was also frightened, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t tell anyone knowing he would get into trouble. Long had he heard the lessons of the Great Evil, waiting, lurking in the world to enter into his soul through his sacred orbs. Only one orb was affected, maybe evil needs two? He did not feel any different accept for this incredible wonder and amazement.
For days he lived in a state of separation, opening his orb more and more as the world in which he lived expanded to boundaries far beyond his wildest imaginations.
As his world expanded so did his separation from all the people around him. He saw they all had their orbs shut and his relationships with them became distant. He’s family were beginning to notice his different behavior, he allowed no one to touch his orbs anymore.
He found it easier to outwit others and was able to do things they could not, but the loneliness began to trouble him. So he decided to talk to his best friend, Alicia. He asked her to come and sit with him in a private place, told her he needed her help and swore her to secrecy. She agreed course, she loved him.
He told Alicia the story of what had happened. Alicia was stunned, it was beyond her comprehension that someone should seek the great evil. The evil magic he displayed, such as knowing how her hair was tied and that she had hurt her arm, without touching her, sent her into a distressed panic.
That night the holyman arrived at the house. Things did not look good. His family scolded and berated him but the holyman was calm and settled everyone down the situation was not beyond salvation.
Holyman began a sacred ritual, gently touching the open orb he squeezed the fleshy parts together and carefully and as gently and painlessly as he could he sowed them together. The boy cried a little, it hurt but was soon over and he could no longer open the orb.
The holyman spoke with the boy for an hour or so and described the feelings he had been going through. You thought you had found a great wonder and were in the presence of God, but were frightened and confused. You know how you separated from your family and friends and see it has brought everyone sorrow. It is the great deceiver, the great evil.
You think you are special and God speaks only to you, is it not more likely that the evil one has tricked you and uses your weakness to temp you and separate you from the protection of those who love you, tempting you with evil magic powers.
The boy had to go to religious teaching with the holyman for one hour every day after school. The boy did as he was told, he knew his parents loved him and the holyman was trying to help. The boy tried, but the temptation grew and grew, and hi succumbed to it. He began to deceive and lie, to play act with the holyman and act normally around his parents. Every day the holyman touched his orbs and it began to offend the boy. His hatred began to grow.
The boy began to use his cunning and waited, waited. He allowed no one to touch his orbs, saying it was too shameful, people accepted this, everyone knew that he had been touched by the evil one. Though they tried to be polite there was now a distance between him and everybody else. It was so hard to wait but eventually the religious training stopped and everything returned to a semblance of normal. Still he waited a little longer and thought out a plan. Then one day, as the world became warmer and his orbs were a bright red, he went to a quiet place and cut the stitches on his orb and began rubbing it hard. It hurt, it hurt a lot and he was trembling, frightened, but the orb opened and once again he was in the presence of God.
This time he would tell no one, his trusted friend had betrayed him, no one had listened to him and everyone had turned against him. Their world was ordered, everything in its right place. The cup in the exact spot, the fork in the exact spot, the edge of the stream the same distance from the road, the corner of the store always in the same place. The chairs must always be replaced in the same spot. Mother would sing when she was cooking and everyone would know she was cooking, father would sing as he worked in the garden and they were always communication, constantly, “did you leave a cup on the table, what clothes will you wear today, where are you going”. Information of anything new was passed among the people quickly, such as a fallen tree along the path or the arrival of a new child, or a rock fallen onto the path at such and such a place and the community effort to remove it.
The boy began to find the order tedious, he had no need for the cup to be in the same place all the time, he could see it. He began to despise the community he lived in and the lie they so strongly believed. He could run fast through places he had not learned, knew things long before others and if he wished not to be found he could disappear.
But the holyman had not forgotten him and had been aware of him. He knew what was happening, the boy had not deceived him. So one day they set a trap for him, a clever trap, because the holyman knew from his knowledge the powers the evil one had.
As the boy sat to dinner his father and grandfather grabbed him, and the holyman stepped out of hiding in his parents’ bedroom and tied him up. The boy was terrified, he watched as the holyman heated an iron rod to red hot, and he began to scream. His mother and father tried to comfort him, told him to be brave and everything would be alright, soon he would be free of the evil one.
The holyman burned out his eye, chanting and praying and burning incense. He had given him herbs and extracts to ease the pain and tended and bandaged the wound afterwards, then left. The boy lay on his bed in terrible pain, moaning and crying.
Time passed and the flesh healed, but the scar remained. His sacred orb had the curse of the evil one on it. Yet life returned to a semblance of normal. Eventually the boy forgot what he had seen and believed what everyone told him, that the evil one had nearly got him and he was so lucky to have escaped. He realized the evil one had brought him and his family nothing but sorrow and pain. He grew into a man and became good friends with the holyman, having spent so much time with him learning about good Amu, the evil one and all the ways to resist him. There’s nothing quite like experiencing evil to turn a man deeply towards God.
As the years rolled by the things he had seen appeared more and more an illusion. The man married Alicia and they had children of their own. He performed the sacred ceremony himself, he had become a holyman like his teacher, and a respected member of his community.
When the holyman died it was the mans job to prepare the body. He touched the holyman’s orbs for the last time, one of them was open.


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