Transmissions from behind the world.283

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I had forgotten…

That I was an underground man…

It was easy to forget during the festival season of the Rasta-Christian Church. I had participated in services from last Earth Day until Ash Wednesday, and though I tried to sneak into more Rasta services, it was not to be.

Before I was an underground man, I am still an underground man.

During the joy and trouble-free social interaction of the RC community, I never seemed to worry about anything and the days rolled by. But now, as the Ahajalya slowly began to leave my body, I could feel and see the darkness approaching. A change in the structure of reality began to make itself felt; it was as if a great wind began to howl. I could now sense the malevolence of the hunters as they closed in on my location. But as my powers weakened, I hoped that by the time the hunters had narrowed their search to the district of the sprawl where I lived, I would be emptied of the detectable manifestations of the Spirit.

Night shifts at the Spaceport began to seem longer. Work and play could not hold my interest as before when the joy of connection was upon me in services. In those times, I had seen beneath the surface of personal interaction…

Now, however, I could see myself making social mistakes, but I was powerless to arrest my swift decline, and then I began to care too much about myself again.

This recording is an attempt to chronicle the changes in my physiology, as I was forced by the government away from the Rasta-Christian Church. The Fundamentalist Government Church had wasted no time in following its legal decree with an injection of their nano-phage cocktail. Our priest assured me that the Rasta-Christian way is supreme and with Ahajalya to facilitate the Spirit’s works I could overcome the government plague. But he had not realized that the State would use coercion to keep me from this the Eighth Sacrament.

I retreated to those moments in my work shift and free time when I could begin to chronicle my personality deconstruction. I only hoped that when the nano-virus ran its course, I would still be able to find my way back to our happy existence.

From the underground--End Transmission.