the madman of Gadara page 3 by ric gustafson
I sat under a tree in the middle of Gadara and waited for someone to approach me. I'm not as famous or should I say infamous as I used to be. It's been a long time since the incident happened but I remember as if it had just happened. When people come up to me and ask if I was the madman, I simply nod my head and say yes.
When the young bearded man and his friends came in their boat, the voices began telling me to do whatever it took to keep them away. The voices knew they were coming. These voices had me under their control for most of my life. The voices told me that I was no good and not worthy of anything.
When the voices started to multiply, my behavior changed dramatically. The voices made me violent and I began to yell and hit townspeople. I was given the name ' the madman of Gadara' and forced to leave town.
I retreated to the caves and the voices kept multiplying. The voices made me wear animal clothing and have wild hair. I began wearing a huge chain that rattled and I began to shriek like a ghost. The fishermen and the swine herdsmen in the area began to avoid the caves where I lived.
One night, a violent storm arose on the Sea and I retreated to one of the caves to avoid the storm.
research help: original story
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
No comments:
Post a Comment