Once upon a time, there was a man

Once upon a time, there was a man.

He was unhappy but didn't know why.

Until one day he realized that he could stop following a collective thought and start having his own ideas and even his own desires.

He stopped obeying orders and started thinking.

Thinking took him far.

It made him question everything.

But then he discovered feeling.

Feeling was very different from thinking.

Feeling was scary. It was beautiful, it was free.

Feeling meant stopping just thinking.

But thinking had brought him here.

Of course it was dangerous to stop thinking, but his heart said something else, it told him to let it flow.

The man had become a scholar. From ignorant servant to intellectual revolutionary, he arrived with a quantum leap.

As a scholar, he discovered things about energy.

He discovered that the energy in all creation came from the same source, but that source was so mysterious, as Nikola Tesla had once said.

No progress from there, he thought.

But to see true progress, all he had to do was follow the natural flow that governs life and allow himself to feel.

While he refused to do this, he struggled within himself day and night.

Until one day the man fell ill and needed strong medicine for his pain.

The side effect of the medicine was what saved the Man's life.

He was very sleepy, and between sleep and reality, a flash illuminated his imagination.

The vision of a wonderful landscape

And soon after, visions of outer space

And then small ants walking to their anthill.

Everything seemed interconnected by a cosmic thread.

And the visions that passed through his dream seemed to come from within himself.

“Energy is just communication, my friend Man...

From the smallest ant to the largest star…”

Liah'ah