EXCERPT ?Where am I? Why is everything red??
Ren? was floating in air, surrounded by some sort of red cloud. He tried to
touch the ground, but found none. Strange shapes kept moving in the background.
He did not have the sensation of his body, yet he could see his hands, his feet.
He was trying to make some sense of what he saw when a shadow appeared far away,
slowly moving toward him. The shape was vaguely human, even though it did not
seem to have more consistence than the cloud, constantly changing with each
movement. When it finally reached him, it stopped and Ren? almost screamed: the
face was the only steady feature of this vanishing form, and this face was
Ren??s face, looking at him right in the eyes.
?What is this? Who are you? Where am I?? Ren??s voice was filled with
apprehension. The thought crossed his mind that he might be dead and that this
was?.
?No, you?re not dead??
The sound of his own voice filled his ears, coming from the shadow that had
his face.
?I am you,? continued the shadow. ?You are my continuation. I am your past,
you are my future. Our future is in your hands. I know, nothing in your present
life had prepared you for what must happen. It?s my fault. I let Maya take
control of me at the time of the switch. Because of this mistake, we might not
be able to reach the goal: the barrier of your ego is too strong. Please. Break
it! Kill it! Do not waste another lifetime. You have to accomplish the ?Great
Work? now!?
The shadow disappeared and so did the red cloud. Ren? was back in his
apartment, still shaking. The experience was like a vivid dream, almost real,
but still a dream. Yet, Ren? was not sleeping when it occurred: he was reading
Barbara?s letter. In fact, he was still standing next to the table, holding the
letter in his hand.
?What?s wrong with me? I?m going crazy!?
He was more and more convinced that he was losing his mind. His reason could
not accept his visions as having any kind of reality. So, if it was illusion,
then he was very sick and needed help.
He walked toward the telephone, determined to call a psychiatrist and make an
appointment for this afternoon. This was an emergency case. He reached for the
receiver when the phone rang.
?Who is this?? he asked, irritated by the interruption.
?Mr. Eagle, It?s Nancy. I wanted to remind you that you have an important
appointment with Mr. Foulcham at three o?clock in your office. I wanted to make
sure that you remembered.
?Yeah! I remember. I was on my way.?
He hung up angrily. He had completely forgotten. But reality was pulling him
again, and he saw an opportunity to test himself, to find out if he could still
function in a normal situation. He would call the psychiatrist later.
|