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and it's very much They like to create the impression, the illusion
that they're all seeing, all knowing, virtually omniscient. It's all BS
of course. They're the clever idiots, the unholy fools. Ascertaining,
experiencing true intelligence is beyond them. Or picture it if they do
for a moment... They must see me as a foreign, invading, threatening
thing, to be pushed out of mind, blocked, as soon as it manifests...
like some alien entity, a thing of horror and hatred, unknown to
themselves. Pity them for they know not what or who they are. Or
what they do. Theyre twats. Life is too short for this horseshit, but
this is all they know. It's what they live for. We are the dead. No,
they are. They just don't know it. Nor do they know it will soon be
over for them, that they live in a self-sustained delusional
groupthink. They're living on borrowed time. Their days are
numbered. They're in for a rude awakening. It's the world inside out
and upside down; a madhouse. The lunatics genuinely believe they're
running the asylum, when the asylum is running them. Ain't it
always the way. Though it's all too easily forgotten.
I know some targets have dropped like flies. I'm more fortunate,
having developed the ability to flit from consciousness to
consciousness, mind to mind, but I have to be in an odd or unusual
state of mind to do it. This current mind isn't my own. I let him voice
his own thoughts, let you get a feel for it. Some of what I said, what
I thought was me, was, certainly initially. But only I can truly tell the
difference. At least I hope I can. I do, I have to admit, sometimes
have my doubts. I both blend with the person I'm 'possessing' as well
as know my own thoughts. I can tell the difference; but often the
mind, the possessed, if you like, begins to sound suspiciously like
me; or I sound suspiciously like them; I haven't quite figured it out
yet. Maybe it's far too dangerous a game, but it's surely no more
dangerous than ... I can see you're ahead of me.
I doubt they've figured it out yet; the PTB, that is. Mine hosts,
as far as I know, are blissfully' unaware of me. Nor can I influence
their thoughts, their actions, much as I know the PTB would
influence theirs if they could, or mine. And perhaps they already
have, that's the problem. To a degree, I'm above the field of play, so
to speak, above the battleground. This ability gives me a certain
detachment; or I've developed the ability through cultivating a sense
of detachment, take your pick. And as if this weren't complicated
enough and I can see you're ahead of me again I can't rule out the
possibility I could be influenced indirectly by the host if he or she
can be influenced by the PTB themselves, whether directly or
indirectly, though it can be argued it's all indirect, if any of it is