Short Story: Forcing your way through life at a faster pace, actually slows you down.

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Old Alan Fordesty had been a scientist, of sorts, for most of his long working life. Alan was known, amongst his fellow other scientists, as the renegade scientist, because he often experimented with himself, on himself. Alan's nickname, amongst his mates, was "Forcesty", because he always wanted to force his own way onto anything that he did. This had been going on for thirty, or more years, until he started becoming sick. Alan had tested various potions and formulas on himself, which were supposed to create in himself a greater visual acuity, into the inner worlds, something like which heroin is said to do. Alan wanted the ability of a Shaman. Alan had read that these American Indian medicine men, and women, used various herbs, plants, and mushrooms, to achieve just this. He wanted to do it too. And so, Alan had had many visions, over the years, but he was now losing his hair, his skin was becoming dried up, and shriven, and his eyesight had deteriorated a lot too. None of this was worth it to himself, he thought to himself, and so he went to a dietician, detoxed himself, and was lucky enough to overcome most of the effects of this testing, except for the hair loss, as he was now as bald as a badger. Alan's eyes never improved much either. He had to keep wearing his spectacles. Alan had had a few visions, while taking these chemicals, and in one, he had spoken to his dead father, and his father had told him to be careful, as this type of forced entry into these other worlds always carry's negative consequences for the infiltrator, as you need to grow naturally to this level, by life itself, opening you up to it over time, through conscious expansion, linked into a greater acceptance of love on all of its levels, as you now understand, and live from its truths and wisdom, now acquired through life, not by forcing closed doors to open, before you find their real key for yourself in your normal day to day life. This vision of his father was what had made him finally cease in these experiments on himself. He had never listened much to his old Dad, while he had been alive, but he did listen to him here now. Life must be lived as it comes, not, as you make it come, because the forcing of anything is never the way of love. Follow love's softer approach, and all will open up for you, like the buds of a flower on a rose bush, blossom in time, into a beautiful rose. Force only damages the opening. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Alan was lucky to not lose the hairs on his chin too, through his wanton recklessness, and excessive experimenting, on himself, over a period of many years.