My Longkang

Character : Mid 30s male, single, accountant
Place : moon cake festival gathering.

Gregory : I have been told I have selective memory. Perhaps it is true. I went to a gathering today and they were singing this song. I then remembered I had heard it before. I then recalled lots of stuff I had suppressed.

As a child I occasionally had brushes with the other side but I took no heed of it thinking of them as inevitable.

As a young adult, I faced issues I couldn’t handle. In desperation I ran away from God and instead turned to his nemesis, Through my new found friends, I learned that there is another side of society different from the norm. I was initiated unwittingly where I lost total control of my physical self. The other party parted my lips and blew some air while at the same time uttering some verses I cannot remember. My body shook for about an hour with the enormous amount of energy that was flowing through me. I was then told my third eye was now open. i was hooked.

After that, I realized that I had some healing power and could see a halo surrounding living things and holy relics. The thicker the halo the more powerful or healthy a person is. Similarly an item of worship is usually surrounded by a thick halo. Contrast this to an idol for sale in a supermarket for decoration. It has no halo at all.

I was glad to have this minimum power. It made me feel different. It was like having a friend on stand by all the time. Unlike God, it required little faith because it was close and tangible. After some time, it began to get out of control. I closed my doors at night and found my body making moves of its own without going through my mind. I slowly lost control of the power.

After that, in desperation I began to delve deeper and deeper into the study of such stuff and phenomena. I also found that it was a journey of no return. Every effort to return to the right path lead to failure. My inner self was like an alarm system telling me to run whenever any body tried to preach to me. I could make myself attend a worship service but inevitably the inner voice would force me to leave when I felt myself weakening and turning to God. It was a voice I couldn’t deny.

Gradually, I began to be more sensitive to the presence of the other dimension. Whereas previously I could sense such stuff, now the instinct became sharp and raw. It began to have an affect on my life. I started to look for help and attended religious study sessions: my heart was open but my spirit was dead. It was like I was pre-ordained to live outside the faith. I was punished whenever i made a move in the right direction. The other world seemed to follow me wherever i went. I was like a beacon. Sometimes like minded souls would see what i saw but the majority of earth’s inhabitants just lived their lives blissfully unaware of the other dimension.

Once a good friend of mine prayed for me and it did help. Some. But now as I pursue the truth with a greater zeal, it is like I am living behind an invisible curtain. Realistically speaking, I cannot get through the curtain and am trapped on the other side while my mind tries to discount the existence of the curtain.

I am not mad. Or hallucinating. These untoward happenings are getting uncomfortably too frequent now. Hopefully somebody serious out there will be able to share his/her experience and offer me valid opinions.

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