From a Voice Recorder – February 2nd, 2013
🎬 An Imagined Scenery. A Reflection of Our Time.
Imagine a scene…
A baby boy is born.
From the very first moment, it’s clear – he is different. He shines.
The doctors and nurses in the delivery room feel it. They tell the mother he is special. There’s something extraordinary about her child. Word spreads through the hospital, then the whole town.
This newborn radiates a subtle energy – one that lifts the hearts of those nearby. His medical tests show levels off the charts. He is healthier than anyone they’ve ever seen. But beyond the numbers, there’s something else. Those who are ill feel better around him. Nurses working long hours begin to laugh again. Old pains fade. Spirits rise.
As he grows, the boy’s presence becomes magnetic.
People in the park begin to gather near him – not just out of curiosity, but to feel. Some stay quietly nearby. Others bring their children. Babies once sick begin to improve. Even those who don’t believe in energy or healing can’t ignore the shift they feel after being near him.
Soon, neighbors begin bringing their sick loved ones. Some sit near the boy for hours. Some try to touch him, just for a second. And somehow, it helps.
One day, a sceptical man brings his ill son. He’s tried everything – doctors, hospitals, treatments – but nothing worked. He doesn’t believe in this boy. But he has nothing to lose.
Within days, his son improves. Not just slightly – dramatically. And strangely, the man begins to notice that his own life is changing too. His business deals succeed. Things that once failed begin to flow.
He comes more and more. Each visit feels like a blessing. And soon, he becomes the richest man in town.
But the boy – surrounded daily by sickness, by need, by low vibrations – begins to weaken. His light fades. His energy drains. He grows into a teenager, and the miraculous shine that once filled him disappears. Now, he is just a regular boy – with his own problems, his own illnesses, and no memory of the healer he once was.
Years pass.
Eventually, he must leave home. His mother, seeing how hard the world has become, tells him:
“Go to the rich man. Remind him who you are. Tell him your name. He will help you.”
So the boy goes.
The businessman, now unimaginably powerful – owning factories, corporations, the whole city – recognizes him. But instead of lifting him up, he does the opposite.
He gives the boy the lowest job in the harshest environment. A place with no light, no respect, and the most gruelling labour. He watches with twisted satisfaction as the once-radiant child – the very source of his own success – now works beneath him.
He feels godlike. He has won.
And this, the boy realizes, is the absurdity of today’s reality.
Those who shine are drained.
Those who give are forgotten.
And those who once received the most…
become the ones who feed on power and bury the light.
In today’s world, if a child is born with great light but is too young to understand the forces around him – and if those closest to him, like his parents, remain unaware or too shy to act – then even the most extraordinary potential can be dimmed. Without support, vision, or protection, such a child may vanish into the noise of ordinary life. Meanwhile, those without gifts but with sharp eyes for opportunity often rise, not through light, but through strategy and self-interest. Yes, there is a greater picture, and in the long run, no true light is ever truly lost. But here and now, in the world we’ve built, the reality remains: it is often the givers who fade, and the takers who thrive. It’s a sad truth – but not an unchangeable one.
“Even when the brightest stars seem to vanish from the sky, their light is still traveling – touching hearts, awakening memory, and guiding souls. Nothing true is ever lost.”
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