NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?

CHAPTER 180

If everything flips, does that mean I can play God? Or should I shy away from that like the Dream Killers advised me to do? Should I find a corner and wait for a handout? Wait for a god who never responds? Not to simple expressions from the heart. Not to prayers that encourage others to continue the soullessness. Not to silly girls who rummage through herb gardens. Should I let the numbers flip undeterred just to prove I'm submissive? And to prove it to who? Drowsy people also sitting around with outstretched hands? Or maybe those pretenders who like their witchcraft from a safe distance? The ones who will brave holy mountains to seek favours from generational witches, as long as darkness lends them its cloak.

I've had enough of that and them. From now on, I will no longer make you feel comfortable when you enter a room. I won't downplay what I know and say your truth is sweet, just so we can all smile at each other in a room where everybody's hand is out. How can anyone know how to ride the waves then stay on the shore like a coward? Isn't the storm what we live for? Don't we become one with the waves as they pound the sand? Then surely we can melt into its rhythm, predict what sound the drum will make in three, two, one. All of creation moves in a rhythm. And when we tap into each other's reflection bouncing off the cave's wall, we can feel what comes next.

So I'm going to master the clock and change my life. I will pay attention to its ticking, know when it's close to bringing heaven to earth, and slide to the other end of the seesaw. Then I'll fall with the rain, become the power of the true sun, and bathe all of humanity with my moonlight. But you won't have to do any of that. You can sit on a counter in your restrictive bowl and wait for someone to dump too much food in. As for me, I'm about to exit all these wrong rooms.