Friday, June 10, 2011

Follower

How may followers do you have, we'd ask each other online. The higher the number the more important we felt. It was a game. Then in 2007, my words went out around the world, and touched a few like thinkers. We began to talk, plan, dream of our ideal existence. The power of the internet was all we needed. It's like the new religion, someone joked. We believed in mega pixels.

After several years, our group became a number to be reckoned with. Small changes were seen in the way the World Government dealt with problems we pointed out. Dreams grew. We became bold, posted pictures, plastered lists of our followers on each others blogs. Government tried to direct our actions. Freedom of speech was our right we blogged. We're bigger than the real world. We rule space.

Then it began.

On Monday, I noticed a few were missing from my list. This didn't alarm me. Words can become misunderstood. Some may have felt neglected. Internet glich I decided.

On Tuesday, twice as many were gone. My cyberworld, I realized was shrinking. Perhaps, I was becoming a bit to radical, living in the mind a bit too much. I sent out a kinder, gentler post on loving my fellow human.

Wednesday there was a power outage. I spent the time outside, tending the organic garden, and greasing the windmill.  Thoughts of my friends across the web, spun like gossamer threads through my mind. They were as real to me as the spider who hovered over my squash.We hadn't quite perfected living off the grid, couldn't really if we wanted to stay connected to like minded people, people who were more than mere bodies.

Back onlineThursday, I began to worry. Half my list, 6,000 were gone. I did a few calculations. Being one of the smallest members of the Idealist Movement, if this were happening to all, then more than 10,000,000 were no longer communicating.

Friday, I was all alone. My followers had vanished. It left me speechless, fingers frozen over the keyboard. Where were they?

Saturday, I sent out a message. Where are you? Do you still exist? Do I still exist?

On Sunday, my belief in the Blog World crumbled. I went off the grid, pulled out an ancient book, looking for a solution, someone to follow. My finger traced words. I moved to my laptop and began to type.

God, if you can hear me, please answer.

9 comments:

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Well Deborah, God sent me to tell you that folks were out walking the wonders of your corner of the world of nature, serenity and essence. Assurances of believability in folks enamored of just *how* you convey are alive and well in oh so very many.

Glad I am to know you or your spirit and be further inspired by the soft strength and full joys marking the magnanimous manner you receive and continually give. (Let alone that one of your many homes was designed to emulate the inn from Groundhog's Day. Now that was cool to know, in facts of life.)

~ Absolutely*Kate, likin' your musing into greater reach and realm; always an afficiando of your scape and scope

Donald Conrad said...

Hah! grease the windmill. Wonderful imagination in this one, Deborah.
How many times a day He must hear that last line, aye?
Thanks.

DeborahB said...

Kate, Kate, Kate, you always fascinate me with your words and inspire me with your soul. Thank you for reading.

DeborahB said...

Donald, I'm delighted the windmill comment caught your eye! I felt so like a writer when it came to me. LOL Thank you for reading and leaving a comment. :)

AidanF said...

I find the last sentence thought-provoking and now wonder whether god uses Facebook or Twitter for his following.

ABSOLUTELY*KATE said...

Aidan!

God uses LINKED IN!

Blessings be,
~ Absolutely*Kate

DeborahB said...

Aiden, A-Kate knows all, so if she says Linked-In it must be true. Me, all I know is God moves in mysterious ways. :) Thanks so much for reading.

John Wiswell said...

All you need is that one all-powerful follower, and suddenly you're blogging photos of mountains that came to your doorstep.

DeborahB said...

Well, since I live at the base of the mountains,John, I better get busy!
:)