PURPLE

“Every Man and every Woman is a star.”
Aleister Crowley

“I am Purple and I have come to complete you!”
Simon got up ready to throw himself into any undertaking about to be given him. He was prepared for anything. Even heading into battle with Karoshi then and there.
“Oh you will,” said Purple aware of Simon’s every emotion, “it’s coming this way right now and you will meet it here amongst the tombs of this cemetery:”
“How can I defeat it?”
“Before you can do that you have to know what it is, and why it wants you?”
Simon felt puzzled. He knew his dead soul was its food. He knew the hard work he did five days a week, and the stress it caused him, was its air. He knew that society cast him into Karoshi’s path. He knew all this and now feeling above it all he wasn’t sure why Karoshi still would be after him.
“Once a victim has been picked it will not cease the hunt. Like cancer won’t quit a brain it’s lodged in.”
“There have been cures.”
“And there have been deaths.” Purple smiled and perched on the head of a tombstone, “You’re a different man, and still you’re the same. There is one more thing you need and only you can bring it forth.”
“What?”
“Your third eye!”
“No,” Simon sighed feeling defeated, “I can’t do that. It’s an impossibility.”
“It sure is if you think so. Didn’t you just now tell yourself that nothing is impossible?”
“How then?”
“Well, how do you breathe?”
“Well I… it’s hard to explain, I just do…”
“It’s the same with the third eye. There it sits above your two normal eyes that you use to see the material world, and above it – what scientists have named the pineal gland – sits your third eye hidden and ready to open. With it there is no limit to what you can see. You must know this; like all men of this world you’ve used it before.”
“When?”
Purple took to the air and flew up to Simon’s forehead and touched the spot spoken about, massaging it with grand tenderness.
“As a child, before your head was corrupted by logic. Did you not then see things that were not there, or as I like to argue, perhaps were.”
“If you mean I imagined things, sure I did.”
“There is no greater power than that of imagination. The human race has for many thousands of years thought it be a folly of childhood and those adults that did keep it close to their hearts often became insane, or were thought so, and subsequently ended up in an asylum or worse yet in the old days burned to death. How many Gods have not visited humans in the past that thus led those very same humans to become prophets, when in fact they misinterpreted their own brain and its power. It was no God they met, but themselves. Religious belief has a knack of kicking the third eye into gear.”
Simon slumped back down on the grass and Purple descended down to the tombstone he previously occupied.
“As a child,” Purple continued, “the imagination is strong and throughout the years it decreases because of distractions. Now you have learned to rid yourself of these so you have all the time you need to bring back what was lost. The Holy Grail of every man. The God in every soul. The true Philosopher’s Stone that lies there in your skull all forgotten about. Open it. Open it now, before Karoshi devours you!”
And Purple departed this dimension into another and Simon was alone again with his thoughts, but unlike before he decided to wholly unite with them.


To imagine…
easier said than done without the aid of acid or mushrooms, but in my heart I know it to be possible. Like Purple said I’ve done it before as a kid. Used to be my favorite game until school and parents deemed daydreaming a trait of the idle. What evil. How can such cruel abuse be allowed to take place in any society modern or not? It’s appalling.
Now how can I get that lost power back?
Should I imagine something? No, that’s not how a child thinks. He simply does it without mulling over how it was done. That’s the trick. To know what to do and then to do it unknowingly. A practical impossibility, unless… of course. I have done it all along. I was never insane. The balls!
How illogical is that? Never heard of such a silly thing. Of course it could never have happened. Just thinking of it makes me almost burst up laughing. I did it all along. Imagined it. And I can do it again. I can do what I want. A God doesn’t ask questions. He answers them, and if he doesn’t know the answer he imagines the answer.
If there is a third eye in my head it has been pulsating there all along: Now it needs to unwrap for all the world to see so I can smite Karoshi back to the depth of hell whence it came.


A black cloud of colossal size thundered in on the clear sky covering the rays of the sun. It murmured doom and disaster, sending dribbles of rain down towards Earth in an ever-increasing rate till it was pouring down like the day Atlantis sank below the waves of the ocean.
Simon heard a menacing whisper and a dark shadow covered the cemetery. All the birds that flocked the trees took to the sky crowing like crows, even though they were not. Across the fields of the long departed Karoshi approached in all its ghastly glory. The mass of colorless death seemed to drool after Simon’s flesh. Come to my gob! it snarled like the pongy dark imp it was.
As it drew near Simon stood his ground, fearless, with the rain soaking his every part. In his head a pulsating vibration began to tickle and he closed his eyes, and then opened them without actually doing so and saw a rift in reality break open.
From out this paranormal hole flew all the balls he’d acquainted in an individual shimmering glow. Red was in a shaded ray, Blue in white, Yellow in red, Green in yellow, White in green, Black in indigo and Purple in purple. All the colors began melting and fusing together and the balls did the same dancing in a circular motion forming a new mass of silvery gray that pulsated and expanded with an organic beat.
Simon felt as if all of time and space were condensed into this one moment and at that thought the mass before him exploded in a blistering supernova that erupted flakes of gold, which fell like flowers all around him, and he stuck out his tongue to taste. They had the flavor of essence and Simon orgasmed in his mind, just like he’d done as a child when he saw something for the first time that astounded him.
Then he truly opened his eye. Not the left. Not the right, but the third and its iris contained all the colors of the rainbow. Karoshi froze and the two of them stood head on like in a duel in the old West, ready and waiting for the other to make a move.
Simon was quicker, and the first to act, when he let a sharp sweltering and scorching beam of gold shoot out of his one true eye and strike his enemy at the heart of its being. And then it evaporated in a dazzling defeat, like a balloon poked with a hot needle. All that were left was the stench and the rain, and both soon died away.
The sun returned and everything was as lovely as it had been before. Simon closed his third eye and opened his other two feeling nothing but joy. He looked at the watch stuck on his arm. It showed a time, but it was of no concern, so he ripped it off and threw it to the ground. He laughed with pleasure at the sound it made beneath his feet when he crushed it.
What now?


Now…
Now I have the rest of my life to live, and then whatever entails. I salute every moment. I greet every act. Every day can be the first and last. Any man can cause a change.
So destroy slavery. Support freedom. Kill oppressors. Adore knowledge. Eradicate traditions. Shred money. Write books. Burn flags. Sing songs. Demand truth. Laugh at patriots. Befriend thinkers. Forget religion. Remember the future. Put an end to triviality. Love your dreams. Give them life. Embrace your mind and follow the living God… i.e. yourself!

4 Aug 1999 – 11 Jan 2005

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