MAN FROM THE COMPUTER - Impressions on Life and Transience

August 7th, 2024

author:Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk

story from the book: PASSERSBY

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There was a Man in the computer. Somewhere on the other side of the computer. We were connected by a cloud and a laptop screen. Looking from a certain perspective, we call it the energy or the Internet of the Universe. A hologram of the mirrors of the Creator's mind.

Man appeared suddenly. He appeared when I lost my way in the dark forest of depression. When I needed support and a kind word, although I didn't know how to ask for it. He volunteered. His comments under my Facebook posts were short, but so joyful and uplifting. He enveloped me in the warmth of his words and gave me strength. Man from the Computer made me feel more confident as a poet. He was delighted with my poems and shared these poems, although few people looked at his profile. And it's a pity because, in addition to my poems, Man shared the joy of love and shared the joy of love with the world. But maybe the world doesn't want the joy of love, but a reason to complain. Because the posts to complain get the most traffic. And under the posts about joy, there is little joy and even less gratitude.

It happened that I woke up in the morning with strange, heavy thoughts. I would look into the computer, and there was a message from the Man who sent me virtual flowers and wishes for a good day, a beautiful song, or some sentence, appropriate to the given situation I happened to be in. Or rather I felt it, because after all everything is in our head. And here was this sentence from the Man from the Computer that changed my perspective, reminded me who I was and why I was here. The problem stopped being a problem. The sentence from the Man from the Computer was an answer, a hint, a tip and a solution. It made me smile.

This situation lasted for several years. We had never met in the so-called real world. We had never talked in the so-called real world. Virtually neither - apart from the aforementioned situations. But I always had this feeling that the Man from the Computer, like a good Angel, was somewhere on the other side of the computer. And he was watching over me. He was with me. And I will always get a flower, a smile, beautiful music, and a kind word from him.

And it happened once that the Man from Computer left for some time. Politics divided us, or rather the way of perceiving Politics. The Man was attached to a specific formation, I – I do not support any. I am an observer. However, after some time, flowers, songs, maxims, and a smile started to appear in my message box (Messenger) again. The Man came back. There were never any references to Politics between us after that. After all, Politics is the Queen of Divisions.

Exactly seven days ago, I received a message from the gentleman from the computer “Beautiful Greetings. I wish you a lovely Thursday. Good morning”. I smiled and sent a smile. In response, the gentleman sent a beautiful song by Jacek Lech “Twenty years or maybe less…”. One of my father’s favorite songs, who has been on the other side for 12 years, in the world beyond the horizon. But every time I hear this song, I think of him. I think warmly. He was also my Earth Angel, although I didn't always understand it. And it also happened once that we drifted apart at some point on this earthly journey. Fear of love, pride, and conviction separated us. But after a while Love and Wisdom won. Because the wisdom of love always wins. And I think that, regardless of the earthly calendar, each of us, somewhere in our hearts still has those twenty years or maybe less.

And this morning, instead of flowers, information appeared that the Man from the Computer had passed away to the world beyond the horizon. The information was publicly shared on FB by his daughter. And it was the first message that the computer showed. A message from the Man from the computer, but in a different way. A message from another world to this world. And it became sad. Tears ran down my cheeks. Although I didn't even know this Man. And maybe I wouldn't have recognized him if I passed him on the street. But I did. Because energy will always recognize energy. Thought will always attract thought. Simply put, the heart always knows.

We are travelers in time and space, although time and space are an illusion of the mind. The mirror in which we look at ourselves every day shows us this journey on the earthly plane and reminds us that our Time on this planet is limited. It is worth using this Time wisely. It is worth speaking good words and it is worth transmitting the joy of love. It is worth being a Sower of Love.

The Man from the Computer will always be in my heart. And although I did not know Him on the plane of matter, I feel His presence. I feel His warmth. Because that is what He gave me. Although He never said it directly, everything He said and did was information for me that my Dad used to give me, although, at the time, I did not necessarily understand it. The Man from the Computer reminded me of this. The message is. - Trust yourself, girl. You are unique. Each of us is unique, but sometimes we forget about it.

Now the Man has passed away. He has crossed over to the other side. He left his earthly, sick body (or maybe he finally freed himself from it) and returned to the world of Angels. He returned Home. He returned to the world from which he came. And perhaps part of the earthly world did not even notice his presence, but for me, the Man from the Computer is someone important who left his mark on my life.

There is a Man in the computer. Although the earthly computer has its limitations, the Internet of the Universe works. And although the Man from the Computer is in another world, we are still connected by a cloud and a computer screen. Because the computer of the Universe is energy, a screen, and a mirror. It is a thought in the mind of the Creator. And this thought creates. That is why, when I think about the Man from the Computer, he is with me. An angel who was and is a Messenger (postman), information and a box for messages from me to me. From my higher Self to my Self here. A messenger reminding me of what I forgot - Who I Am and what is important.

Thank you, Mr. Raphael, for wanting to be part of my earthly journey. Thank you for being.

In Memory of Rafał

© Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk

Man from the Computer // read in Polish by the author