Mad Simon

I set to my task as I looked at him, a malnourished young man in his thirties he wore the purple uniform adorned by the other patients of this psychiatrist facility.

Something had attracted me to Simon making me want to record his story,
I had been observing him and he seemed lucid and deliberate, unlike most of the other patients in this facility that seemed to walk in a delirium or a dazed slow motion - drug dazed walk.
Simon was also coherent of speech his speech lacking the drawl of the drug over dozed inmates.

I began by offering him greetings and Simon responded amicably, we started with small talk me inquiring on his health knowing he would eventually open up, he was pleased to talk to me as most of the other inmates in this facility didn’t make much sense in way of conversation.
He gave me a stern look then let out his breath slowly and started his story - he claimed that he was an immortal having lived for thousands of years, which failed to have the impact he desired it would have on me.

With raised eyebrows I said to Simon,
“Surely you look very young your barely in your thirties”, he looked into my eyes and for a prolonged period did not respond,
Then reaching under his bedding he got a small pouch with a whitish powder and put it into his mouth, instantly his eyes acquired a unsettling glitter, then he looked at me and said,
“Am not young”

His voice bland and emotionless, then he began narrating his story which span for generations, delving into cultural folklore and religious narratives, which seemed to make a sense in a twisted logical manner.
Simon has been around for generation and he has an astute understanding of the occult and the kabala, he then delved into a detailed depiction of very accurate description of their esoteric hidden practices.

He continued to claim that the reason he is in this facility is because of a conspiracy involving top states personalities, with the chief purpose being to see he is locked up to ensure he doesn’t divulge their secrets.

Apparently his immortality doesn’t make him invincible when in the mortal body, that is he is able to spirit travel and astral project and accomplish many things while still locked up, but is still bound by the physical limitations of having a blood and flesh body - many are the time I have watched him enter into a trance while lying on his back for hours on end.

The story of mad Simon has me intrigued for this young man doesn’t seem to belong in this psychiatric ward, I decide to give him my advice which I know he will find hard to accept.

“Simon there some things which go bump in the night, the wise of us know what to tell and how to tell it, and the gauge of sanity is the ability to process occurrences without bulging in to trauma. Some things we have to accept and others are better left unexplored.”
At which point I bid Simon good bye.

“It will take time Simon, good lessons stem from an open mind, and time you do have.”
At which point i left him staring at the ceiling, perhaps communing with the gods.