The Agony Within
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I had a twin brother whom I knew so well. His name was David Anibal and my name is Davidson Anibal. He died when he was seven or eight; I must have also been seven or eight then. David’s godmother, a woman whom I barely knew, killed him. She turned him into a sheep and fed him to my father.
I know this may sound like a fairy tale, a little silly even, but please, you out there, bear with me. Fairy tales have never appealed to me. As a kid I read them and always found them silly. I did have a twin brother and I remember him being slaughtered and fed to my father. What are the possibilities for one to remember something that never happened? Dreams perhaps. Well, I do find myself every once in a while and for a very brief moment unable to determine whether a certain occurrence had either been a dream or a reality. But I always solved the puzzle after I had tried to recount the story. If the story goes straightforward then it was a true occurrence and if it fails to stay in line with its contents and elicits doubts, then it probably was an indistinct occurrence, a dream. The contents of a dream are always unclear and you never can find the appropriate words to explain certain parts.
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About the Book
“The Agony Within” gets the reader to look at the world from different prospectives and to decide what's proper. Each Story has a unique style. Each page grabs and once you finish you want to know what on the next page. There is unpredictability in all of the stories in the book. “The Missing Son” draws a perfect example of that. It was not over after the funeral. Chances are, the family may have buried the wrong child. If true, who did they just bury? And where is the son? And in “My Twin Sheep”, Where did the other son go? Every story keeps you wanting for more.
About the Author
"Through her departing I discovered that death may not really be that invisibly-dark-shadowy-faced creature that men sometimes picture, but an angel with white wings, flying hard to capture those being thrown into this blazing world." The Crystal Bowl. In this particular story, the Author's concept of death is this white feathered angel whose tough mission is to rescue men from this infernal world. Again the question remains, what is death really." "Dear death," I once observed, "I could have wanted to shake your hand only if I knew you." Read “God and Death” and see how the Author associates the two.