CHAPTER 27

Michael woke up and saw a man hanging on a cross on the left side of his room. The image faded very quickly but left an emotional impact. The interior self had made the sacrifice into the dark realms within. By this being dying within, its frequency could merge with an inner realm and thus began the process of transforming that dark realm. Anchoring the frequency of light, would anchor gnosis and love into their consciousness. This would open doorways to allow the light to anchor itself and begin transmuting into a combination of light and darkness. At last he was sensing progress with his journey within.

He felt good that in this life he would not retreat from the world as he had in his previous lives. This life was meant to be a celebration, it was meant to dance upon the water, it was meant to bring the spirit out of transformed matter.

-- Excerpt from "The Underground Letters of a Heretic"

Michael is sitting in Central Park. The sun is pointing a finger at his third eye.

A homeless man approaches mumbling loudly to himself. "This is not the reality I had in mind. It must be abolished. This is not me. You are defects. I can not have defects running around claiming to be me."

 

People ignored him. He sees Michael.

 

"Why do I keep running into another rejected stone weeping? You aren't supposed to be here."

 

"I am a stranger here," Michael replied.

 

"You're a virus. Someone download you here. You're kind are not welcome here. You're not even a suitable upgrade for my machinations."

 

"I see you're having a bad day." Michael sniffs the air. "I smell you. You don't represent the living."

 

"You don't even smell like me. None of them smell like me. Why are they here? This is my program. This is my stage. I don't need out of town actors playing my parts."

 

"You look hungry and not for human food."

 

"You look mad. And what feeds your madness?"

 

"You are a temporary nature."

 

"I don't like your hostility," said the homeless man angrily. "You have an invasive personality. I don't like what I see in you. Things aren't the way they are supposed to be. I didn't build you. You have no business here. You are defect. You are a disease. You are death. I don't need you and your kind here. I cannot assimilate what I find disgusting."

 

"Sometimes that is the best way to find out what makes us tick, what is missing?"

 

"I'm homeless not crazy. You are crazy. You are living in someone else's house. You don't pay rent. You expect to be fed. You expect me to give you my sanity so you can be me. No! You don't belong here."

 

"I have to be somewhere."

 

"This isn't a chair. It's a bench. How can you expect to change reality sitting on a bench? Any dummy knows you need a chair. You don't have a chair. You are a defect. Why am I talking to a defect?"

 

"Who else will listen to you?"

 

"You don't know jack shit!"

 

"I know I will be ruled from within and not owned from without."

 

"This is my space. You are invaders. Invaders are killed. Do you want me to kill you? You don't have a chair. You think the bench is a chair. You have invaded my air space. Are you the first leg of an invasion? Oh, no, the sky is falling. I don't know I am god yet; and the sky is falling. Maybe you are one of those things that just fell from the sky."

 

"I will let you in on two secrets; I know you are a ruthless mechanism and I am in a human disguise."

 

"Where are your wires? I don't see your wires. I have wires. But I'm not going to show you my wires. You will want to steal my wires; so then you can be like me. No, I will not love my enemy!"

 

"My name is Michael."

 

"Names are poison. You want to poison me with your name. I know your tricks. You want to name me to own me. I will not give you my name. I will not be a defect."

 

"Fine, you don't need to give me a name."

"I will not give you my station in life. I am the Artifact. I am the cause and the effect. But you should know that. You must be an effect that I haven't analyzed. So much research, so much looking and yet the answer is still elusive but I will find it. I have to look under rocks, smell plants, even eat insects and squash animals to find out things. I do what I have to. I am in everything and everything is in me but some thing isn't right. Diseases, viruses like you keep showing up, and they are distracting me from myself. You are trying to drive me mad. But I know better, you sit on a bench, and I still have the chair. I can always travel every where. But you, you are stuck on this bench. You've been sitting here for hours staring at the sun. Now, who is the fool?"

 

"You are not my author."

 

"I will not walk into your book." He sniffs the air. "You smell sentient. I will deny you. You have no power here unless I penetrate you. That's what you want. You want to be penetrated. My rod will comfort you."

 

Michael's stance shifted and his voice took on a feminine quality that seemed to echo from all directions. "Everything begins and ends with me." His posture changed as his voice resumed the Michael voice. "Well, you have a nice day. It is time for me to start walking again."

 

"You can't withdraw from me. You are a disobedient asshole. You need me. You are nothing. No matter where you walk, I can smell your kind. Just wait until I find the right plug, I will pull it out, then you'll have no juice, no electricity and you will be disconnected from me. You'll see. You will be nothing."

 

"I like to think of myself as a liberating penetration. I am the voice that is from the Beyond."

 

"I will not be judged by you."

 

"I deny you." Michael starts to walk away.

 

"Turn your eye elsewhere." The homeless guy grabs him by both arms and stares into his eyes as spittle is dripping from his lips. "There is someone looking out of your eyes. I saw it. I don't know what it is but someone else is inside you looking out."

 

"I have new eyes." Michael smiles, shakes him loose and walks away.

 

The homeless guy stood there. He was quivering. His face was turning red. It looked like he was going to explode. He shouted at everyone; and it seemed simultaneous. "No one leaves me without permission. I am god. I am the only legitimate god. There is no other god but me. You are all worthless footstools. I will sit on all you as if you were chairs. And you know how I like to ride chairs. I need a chair. Where is my chair?"

 

He continues walking through the park, kicking rocks at people, shouting at them; while people make way so his smell doesn't singe their clothes.

 

"I am the legitimate master. You are all servants. It is hard to find a good slave? I need another mind to sit upon."