Metaverse part 5

The bell rang. It kept ringing. It rang in his ears. Philip’s ears. Philip’s soft ears. It drove him insane. The insanity was in his red blood. There was something carnal about the ringing of the bell. It made him feel uneasy and unsettled, like a bear about to be attacked by an eagle. An eagle with a huge wingspan. Maybe six feet wide in diameter. Philip was going for a walk through a forest and at the end he expected to find an animals body that he needed to bury for his master: Dr. Gregory. He worshipped the doctor, because the doctor had saved his life in the Battle of Hungary in 1495 back in one of the Crusades. They were Satanists and worshipped Lucifer. It was a tough path to take for Philip. It leads to heartache, misery, and doom. But this was his destiny, his own and he owned his destiny, no one but me. He was a good Satanist, they didn’t harm spirits or people, but some rituals and spells they performed were definitely part of the dark side of life. He did an evocation of a demon that morning. He had felt like he was turning into a spider, insanity and obsessiveness overtaking his mind. He had collapsed into a coma, but the great doctor had awakened him from his slumber. This was how it was in 1678. The witch burnings were underway. Many great souls were dying; many thousands were burning at the pyre. He had found a time portal into another dimension. It led into the metaverse, the convergence of worlds. He didn’t believe in the existence of hell, just another world to sink into after Earth. Him and the doctor did believe in an underworld, but they did not call it hell. They called it the netherworld, the underworld, where they had seen gigantic spiders, elves, many witches and dragons and fae. Him and the doctor were mixing a potion with secret ingredients. The potion would give them an entry into a certain dimension when they died. They were also skilled at morphing their bodies. Philip could grow a cup on his shoulder or a ladder on his back. It was funny when Dr. Gregory climbed up the ladder into a tree, which was very useful in tough circumstances. The next step for them was potion mastery. Philip knew that the doctor, as he politely called him was descended from spirits in the atmosphere. Good and evil spirits they were. So Philip was climbing Mt. Centauri, currently the tallest known mountain on Earth. It was in Eastern Europe that they toiled, in the underground water caves, with their ritual tools. He had a dagger (an athame), an altar board and cloth, with a pentacle and a chalice. They would pour salty water over each other as part of the ritual. They had bought the salt from the Dr. Henry markets, because the markets were also owned by a doctor.

Something then made Philip jump. He heard a voice in his ear:‘Your time has come. I am the god of hell.’ It didn’t bother Philip, he just put up with it. What to do, he thought. I am hearing voices and they don’t like me. ‘Serves you right for believing in Satan.’ He believed it was an angel sent from heaven. This sometimes happened to Satanists. So he told the voice to go away. It was a command. He knew it would work. It always did. But this time the voice came back. ‘I wish to suck your neck.’ Creepy! But he knew how to get it, he needed to repeat abracadabra inside his thoughts three times. Three was a magic number. He knew it would do wonders for thee. Thy thoughts are divine manifestations of the godhead young magi. My thought continues on in futuristic tunnels of light. Rainbow coloured tunnels, with big cyber bikes going at 500 km/h. This was heaven in Stockholm. I have entered into the metaverse at last; this is a taste of the beauty of a women, the women. I grow a ladder on my back and do a flip. I am destined to save the world from the spiders at the edge of the gate of time. This is my quest. This is my thoughts accelerating. Invocation is the key to success, and combined with the elixir of life it unlocks profound abilities. I am sweating profusely. It is painful switching between the dimensions. It is like being trapped in the Stargate. There is a gigantic baby like figure floating by in the sky. It is up in space and I am one with it. Maybe that baby is my thoughts and there is no one but me.

He was in a strange place. Maybe it was hell, maybe not. He had fallen down a ladder. Where is my master? He didn’t know where the master was, but this place is scary. Yes, it is. What do I do now? Where do I go with my thoughts? This is purgatory, young one. You have sinned. His countenance was furrowed. He had received ECT at the hospital. What is ECT? It is barbaric. I am antipsychiatry. I do not believe in the existence of thought paradigms. What about emotions, they are not real either. Where do I go? Where do I get found? This is a trap. I hate everyone. Myself included. This is not real, this is not happening. Wait, a light at the end of the tunnel. Soon I will come out of my cage and eat the flesh of cooked, stewed birds. The birds would flutter and fly, like little lions, with their pretty beaks. But to eat them, maybe that is sacrilege.

So I am now back in the hut, after my satanic meditation. Maybe I have confused you. Maybe you are confused, but first I will explain: I am able to go into different dimensions through my meditations. I sit on the grass outside my old hut, with the underground furnace and simply zone out for a while. I do not need to do it very long. It is like having dementia praecox, if you understand what that means. So my job from my master is to enter into the futuristic realm of the metaverse and create a program to destroy the monstrosity. The monstrosity of the flesh. So this is what I am doing now, with my meditations I am able to destroy the metaverse, bit, kilobit, by time, by space, by mine. So this is it. My master is pleased with my progress; the thought matrix is working well. I have destroyed the entity Zeldian and am about to destroy many other entities. I do not worship Satan, but when I am finished with this quest, I will travel to meet Nicolas Flamel the alchemist and arrange a meeting with the master of alchemy.