The Virus
Vikid awoke from a bad dream. He’d been rather straight and writing politically. He preferred the high of alternate realities. A glass of Red. The Sweet Mary Jane. Ket-amine. 5 Dimethyltryptamine.
Neuromancer, he had just unplugged. Surfing cyberspace, intermingling with some higher intelligence.
It occurred to him that he had been waltzing with the demon, deep inside that other dimension. Between the rift that separates reality from imagination.
The demon was capitulation.
The inability to stand. To stand up to the psychological manipulation.
The demon was in heart - The Virus of Subjugation.
Giving up. Quitting.
The end of intellectual, spiritual intermingling.
It was going with the crowd. Copulation for the sake of it. Decapsulation. Loss of Identity.
Believing the bullshit being fed into your mind intravenously.
He faced the demon inside his head.
It was a chameleon.
The mind bicameral, designed through divine intelligence.
Two halves. Part demon, part god.
Master and Emissary.
True nirvana wasn’t conquest. It was a merger and through it, emergence.
and that’s,
The Vikid Truth