The son of the moon - Freewrite - A rare story
The son of the moon
When I was a boy, I was told that dolls were for girls. Nothing could be further from the truth, gender is an illusion, only the soul matters, and dolls are the prototype toy of a generation pampered by the moon, their natural satellite. The newer generations only look at the artificial and barely speak, at most, they send out voice notes.
From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew it was time to go back in time until the world was reorganized. This slip of history is too unreal, a dragging spiral, more than a path.
Now, it's time to restore games with people, games that encourage close human relationships and role-playing games, even if I only succeeded with a few.
The others will follow the destiny that has been mapped out in a machine. No more nature, no more beaches, no more sandcastles, just augmented reality.
Every generation needs heroes and history repeats a common theme about the childhood of heroes. Their birth is fraught with danger.
As a baby, you are exposed to elements or factors that would normally lead to death, in some cases, being placed in a box and thrown into the water. The child is rescued and cared for by adoptive parents. Eventually, he discovers his true identity, which is not related to his gender.
This reached the virtual reality, charging the true nature with discrimination, which is contrary to what our conventional wisdom assumes. The true nature and power of the human being are not privilege and wealth, splendor and palaces. It is the moral value that has nothing to do with a body, it is something that transcends the boundaries of being or not being. It is not an appearance that matters, it is justice and freedom.
I too was rescued from a box that slid across the surface of the water, downstream. The moon adopted me as her son. I have been fighting since my birth against alienation, depression and the manipulation of a polluted world that suffocates free will and deceives with exaggerated sadism those who follow its drawn line, flying without flying: flies caught in the net waiting for the end.
16/01/2020
In response to @mariannewest in Day 818: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt: satellite. The prompt is highlighted in bold. If you're interested, find out here
Animation by @zord189
The initial image is from Pixabay:
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Thank you very much for sharing this deep and philosophical story @zeleiracordero, thoughts that transcends the fabric of reality, and looks beyond our day to day lives, it's awesome.
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Thanks @zeleiracordero, and keep on creating awesome content.
Following destiny is the order. Thank you for sharing your wisdom @zeleiracordero.
Thank you for stopping by, dear @felixgarciap.
I really liked ‘gender is an illusion, only the soul matters.”
It's nice to feel that you found something of value in the writing. Thank you!
I enjoyed it all too. 😊