by Anonymous
(Asia)
My stomach burns within and I have no desire for food, yet I am led to sit and eat, even if a small amount, to sustain the body. I try to describe what I am experiencing to my family but see dark curtains of fear draw across their hope. I go about my days, monitoring my words and deeds for any symptom of insanity. I am able to attend all classes and hand in all assignments. I am able to carry on in conversation without bringing suspicion upon myself, though I notice the emotional impact of the dancing thought forms is to large to easily escape my throat and so words get caught. People seem to notice something is different, though it is more a positive interest than fear. Except to my family, I tell no one of the radiating splendor that is sears my mind.
I hear a song on the radio. It is the Cure. I can’t stop weeping because of the anguish expressed within the song. I wish only for all to awaken into awareness of the perfection of Life; to awaken from the delusion of selfhood that enfolds itself with misery. I cannot speak these things. So I write. Every day, down in the computer lab, I type for hours on end. I’ve soon written a book that nears two hundred pages.
I am over a week into the experience and my feeble frame of dust is beginning to fail under the force and brilliance of the inner burning sun. I am weeping more and more and exhausted both emotionally and physically. Yet the power is relentless and knows no boundary. And I am still alive with ineffable joy. So clear can I see the Pattern of Patterns dictating all of life into being, I am now able to see and predict the future. I know that I am to be a prophet to announce a new vision of reality which will usher in an era of peace and goodwill across the globe. Events will be orchestrated towards my blessing and success. I will be lifted up into the eyes of all to announce a new global self-government using the internet and bypassing corrupt officials and crippled institutions. My father’s company Tandem, will host the new internet system and global government. Oppressed people will be liberated and the voice of all will be heard. The sign that will assure me of the validity of all of this is that the Philadelphia Seventy-Sixers will obtain first place in the NBA finals. I am born in Philadelphia because it is the city of Brotherly Love. I can buy a lottery ticket and it will win…providing me the funds I need to accomplish my given goals of creating a new world government and describing a new theology in which the modern individual can see the unity and perfection of all life and so find peace.
I am upstairs. I hear my sister, Mandy, is crying. I move towards the stairs. Father,
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