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5000 Visions

by MOUNTAINTOP JUNKSHOP

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Short story by Adrian Manning

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He had never believed in God, never known God. God did not exist, until the age of twelve, when his mother was destroyed by the bastard that is cancer and then he saw God.

It appeared in his mother’s face, one evening, dusk stealing the daylight, as she came gliding earthward from the darkening sky - God in a woman, in a ghost, in a vision. At first he was unsettled, frightened even, but she calmed him - her smile, her caress and he began to weep. “Don’t cry,” she told him. “You are going to be a seer of visions. You will create beauty out of the dust and make it new for all to see”

He returned to the farm and allowed the days to pass, awaiting the predicted visions surrounding himself with paints and chalks and paper, paper, paper. Throughout his teenage years, he spent the days and nights alone in his room, living quietly in lonely blood.


I have seen God, hot on the heels of hell hound dogs
She said ‘You’re going to be a man of vision’
5000 paintings – apparitions


It came one evening from seemingly nothing. Still awaiting inspiration, he placed his finger into the white paint on his easel and, looking deeply at the plain tip of his finger, he saw a face appear - his mother and again within her the essence of God. Red specks appeared - a miracle - and he saw the blood of Christ and he felt the pain of the suffering of the ages.

He began to paint at that precise moment and continued with a single-minded purpose. Barely eating, hardly sleeping, alone and frantic, he painted - figures, landscapes, buildings, animals - all of the beauty and misery of the world. Paintings stacked up, a great number amassing without an audience. The fury of his activity, the constant visions in his head continued and as his work strengthened his body and mind began to fail.

It was a winter morning, at the age of twenty one, when he called the curator of the nearby art gallery. She visited, opening the doors stiffened with lack of use, pushing through the darkness of the house and weaving a path through the clutter and madness of isolation. She found him there, in shadowy, dust speckled light, dead, surrounded by his works which she declared immediately as the work of a genius and in his hand a scribbled note which simply said,

“I have seen God. I have seen God. I have seen God and God has found me at last”

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released April 17, 2020

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