CHAPTER 14

Marie had given him some incense. "The incense will help you to clear the room, change the vibrations, and cleanse your aura. When you see the smoke spiraling upwards, think of your consciousness spiraling upwards and opening you to future events, other worlds, to contact your spirit guides and other entities."

"So incense its like a breathe mint for the soul?"

So a few days later, he sat in front of his altar, incense burning, eyes closed. He coughed several times before he could settle into his meditation. The smell seemed to curl around him. He thought of himself in a cloud. He felt dizzy. And then there was a weird sensation of falling out of his body into a dream.

He was walking through Central Park. His feet were hurting. His stomach was growling for food. He was crying. This overwhelming feeling of abandonment encircled him. Anger was swelling up inside him like a storm. God had not heard his prayers. New York City's thoughtform, the Egregore had power over him that seemed to grow stronger every time Michael attempted to shake off its overshadowing. This dark thoughtform had been siphoning life force from the city inhabitants to give it form. It was cracking the astral barrier. And to break free, it was creating violent events to feed it so it could take a physical form.

"I want you out of here," the Egregore said interrupting Michael's crying.

"I want to be out of here more than you can imagine."

"Walk out of this city or walk into the mouth of the Beast. It's your choice."

Prayers had died before they left his mouth. His body had scars from the psychic attacks he had survived. His countenance was dimming. Yet, he thought he could stop the Nameless One from entering New York City. But the thoughtform that was created by New York City's inhabitants who dwelled in violent darkness was feeding it power. This particular, Egregore, as powerful as it was, was only a pawn to the Nameless One.

Seems we are all pawns to some greater power that is a pawn to another power. Someone is always pulling at someone's strength. Because of the forces affecting me, I didn't want it to affect my friends but they were being threatened because of my awakening Michael thought.

He felt a quivering inside. It was like an inner earthquake.

In his mind's eye, he saw a wall of eyes looking at him. He jumped back out of the vision but he was still looking at a wall of eyes. He was now sitting in a bar.

"Good evening, this is SBI coming to you on Level Eight, Channel 14," spoke the Eyes in a melodic voice.

"Say what," said Michael.

"We are SBI."

"Let me guess, SBI. Some...Body...Important!"

The Eyes stared intensely. "How soon we have forgotten our indoctrination during the awakening process."

"One can forget little things when traipsing through the lower worlds."

"We are Supreme Being Intelligence!"

"Another mind fuck!"

"We are higher consciousness programmers. If you want, we can start your genetic conversion programming. It will transform you into a Divine Androgyny. Once the program is keyed in, there is no turning back."

"So this is like a one way ticket going up."

SBI. "It is the time of the Goddess. Once you reach Level 5 we cannot stop the progress."

"How far I have fallen? I believed in you guys once when I walked in madness. Now look where I'm at. I don't know. Empty promises are all I hear. At least sitting on my barstool in this hell dimension, I'm guaranteed a glass of never ending beer and someone to listen to my tales of woe."

"That is a part of you stuck in a hell dimension of your creation as well as other parts of you that you will have to invite on your journey through light and darkness to become what you truly are."

"I don't want to be an eyeball!"

"We can only come through on this channel for a short time; it's too dense for us to stay at this level long. It is time to activate the program."

Pain flooded him as memories washed across his mind. "So much of it still hurts. I don't want to go back to the world I know, they will never love me. They will never love me."

"It is not your world. You are only in disguise as a human."

"God is love, I am love, I stand in the eye of God," Michael chanted.

There is a whirring sound. Switches are clicking. Sounds of a computer are heard running. "Level One is now in place. We are processing to Level Two."

Michael starts singing, "Father, Mother, Uthra, Uthra."

SBI. "Level Five is now in place, the process has begun. Level Two has been locked and encoded."

He shouted, "I want to be human."

His shouting woke him up. The dream faded. "Fuck" he mumbled. I can't remember. He found himself sitting in front of the altar in a lotus position. He hadn't realized he had grabbed a rose out of the vase and was clutching it, the thorns had pricked the palm of his hand, and blood was dripping on the floor.