I've linked Thoughts of the Unheard Man to this blog after I breezed through it a while ago. I never cared to know who the author was nor am I interested in knowing who he is. What I know is that the Unheard Man is within all of us. That is why we write journals, novels, short stories, blogs, songs and all the other avenues to express that caged spirit within us.
I would love to tell some of my exbosses and colleagues to frig off, cuss out that annoying neighbour, shoot that barking dog and rooster that keep me awake most nights. I would love to scream at these people who waste my time, who promised to deliver a certain by a particular time and never had the decency to call and say that it could not be delivered. Or when you have to take time off from work to pick up an item only to find out, after you arrived at the place and waited for 2 hours, that it wont be ready until the next day.
There are many things I would love to say and do to people who annoy me but I can't. That's why I'm not only an unheard man, I'm also an angry man.
Perhaps writing a blog and letting some steam may help to ease some of the tension this anger has created. Who knows...a vent in time might save someone's life.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Essequibo River
I sat on the verandah of the guesthouse overlooking the Essequibo River. The moon was out in all its glory, it seemed blood red and very large. After gazing at it for a while it seems like I could actually see a few round circles looking like pimples on its surface. The wind created a whistling sound as it passed through the trees just in front of the guesthouse. The water below me gently broke against the bank of the river with a lapping sound, the kind of sound a very thirsty dog makes when drinking water.
As I looked up from the river bed to the moon, a silver pathway was apparent. It looked like the entrance of a magical palace. The rippling effect of the wind on the water created step-like features that made the stairway even more enticing. The little island nearby seemed like a doormat connected to the stairway. It was surprisingly flat for an island so small.
As I gazed into the stairwell my mind began to waver, I began to think of things past. Hurtful things, harmful things. Such a beautiful sight as the one before me should fill me up with pleasant thoughts. I thought of the spirit of the deceased landlord that haunted me when I was younger. His intent was pure malice. I thought of the entity that violated me when I visited a particular location. I had heard of the “white lady” in interior locations but had never experienced any such phenomenon before.
I thought of these ghosts and entities and I thought of the remoteness of this place, this recently serene and inviting atmosphere became a postcard out of a horror movie. Huge dark clouds enveloped the moon, the stairway all but disappeared. The lapping of the water increased rapidly and the wind violently shook the trees next to me. Suddenly the rain started to fall; it drummed on the zinc roof in the most mournful manner you could think of. A few sheets were loosely nailed so the wind bore down upon them mercilessly, the ruckus created was earsplitting.
I sat there, unmoved, staring at the moon. Chills ran up and down my spine, electrifying would be the word to describe the feeling at that time. It was as if someone or something held me transfixed in that position; I could not move. It rained for an eternity, so it seemed. The cold wind made my skin icy to the touch. Gradually the rain subsided but the moon disappeared.
It took me a while to break myself out of that trance and slowly I got up from the chair. My skin was wet; I’m not sure if it was the rain or if I had perspired that much. The eeriness of the atmosphere never lifted and with unsteady legs I went to bed.
That night I dreamt of unimaginable things; I couldn’t explain the sights I saw nor relate the horror I felt. Every time I drifted off to sleep, I was jolted out of it by things unknown. At various times I was flying, running, escaping, hiding but mostly I was falling.
I woke up feeling like my life was drained from me, I was tired like if I was awake the entire time. I asked my colleagues about their night and they all agreed that it wasn’t Pegasus but it was ok for an interior location. I probed no further. We then went about our tasks that we were hired to complete without saying much to each other.
One of the local guides came up to me while we were on a break and asked if I could spare him a few minutes. I didn’t felt like entertaining anyone at that time but I obliged him. Sir, he began, I didn’t want to ask you anything in front of the others but is there a particular reason you asked if everyone had a good night sleep? I was a bit taken back by his question so I stammered out that I had some strange dreams and it wasn’t a big deal.
He grew pale as he spoke with earnest sincerity in his eyes, Sir you see things, this place is evil, you need to hurry up, get your job done and leave. I told him not to worry that I wasn’t accustomed to the bed and that was the reason for my bad dreams. With an unconvinced looked he muttered Ok and proceeded back to the other locals who were taking a break for also. I lit up my cigar and pondered on the happenings of the night.
They forecasted more rain for remainder of the week. It was a week of terror for me.
As I looked up from the river bed to the moon, a silver pathway was apparent. It looked like the entrance of a magical palace. The rippling effect of the wind on the water created step-like features that made the stairway even more enticing. The little island nearby seemed like a doormat connected to the stairway. It was surprisingly flat for an island so small.
As I gazed into the stairwell my mind began to waver, I began to think of things past. Hurtful things, harmful things. Such a beautiful sight as the one before me should fill me up with pleasant thoughts. I thought of the spirit of the deceased landlord that haunted me when I was younger. His intent was pure malice. I thought of the entity that violated me when I visited a particular location. I had heard of the “white lady” in interior locations but had never experienced any such phenomenon before.
I thought of these ghosts and entities and I thought of the remoteness of this place, this recently serene and inviting atmosphere became a postcard out of a horror movie. Huge dark clouds enveloped the moon, the stairway all but disappeared. The lapping of the water increased rapidly and the wind violently shook the trees next to me. Suddenly the rain started to fall; it drummed on the zinc roof in the most mournful manner you could think of. A few sheets were loosely nailed so the wind bore down upon them mercilessly, the ruckus created was earsplitting.
I sat there, unmoved, staring at the moon. Chills ran up and down my spine, electrifying would be the word to describe the feeling at that time. It was as if someone or something held me transfixed in that position; I could not move. It rained for an eternity, so it seemed. The cold wind made my skin icy to the touch. Gradually the rain subsided but the moon disappeared.
It took me a while to break myself out of that trance and slowly I got up from the chair. My skin was wet; I’m not sure if it was the rain or if I had perspired that much. The eeriness of the atmosphere never lifted and with unsteady legs I went to bed.
That night I dreamt of unimaginable things; I couldn’t explain the sights I saw nor relate the horror I felt. Every time I drifted off to sleep, I was jolted out of it by things unknown. At various times I was flying, running, escaping, hiding but mostly I was falling.
I woke up feeling like my life was drained from me, I was tired like if I was awake the entire time. I asked my colleagues about their night and they all agreed that it wasn’t Pegasus but it was ok for an interior location. I probed no further. We then went about our tasks that we were hired to complete without saying much to each other.
One of the local guides came up to me while we were on a break and asked if I could spare him a few minutes. I didn’t felt like entertaining anyone at that time but I obliged him. Sir, he began, I didn’t want to ask you anything in front of the others but is there a particular reason you asked if everyone had a good night sleep? I was a bit taken back by his question so I stammered out that I had some strange dreams and it wasn’t a big deal.
He grew pale as he spoke with earnest sincerity in his eyes, Sir you see things, this place is evil, you need to hurry up, get your job done and leave. I told him not to worry that I wasn’t accustomed to the bed and that was the reason for my bad dreams. With an unconvinced looked he muttered Ok and proceeded back to the other locals who were taking a break for also. I lit up my cigar and pondered on the happenings of the night.
They forecasted more rain for remainder of the week. It was a week of terror for me.
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