THOMAS MUST DIE

 

I WAS JUST BEING IN MY CRIB. THAT DIDN’T LAST LONG. I GOT NAMED THOMAS. I WAS TOLD THINGS. I WAS TAUGHT THINGS. I WAS PROGRAMMED TO BE A SOCIAL BEING.

FOR SIXTY YEARS I WAS THOMAS, THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED. I NOTICED I WAS BIG, WAY BIGGER THAN MY BODY. MY CONSCIOUSNESS WAS WAY ABOVE ME, AND LATER, I LEFT MY PHYSICAL BODY, AND THEN I LEFT MY NON-PHYSICAL BODY. I WAS AN OSCILLATING ORB, A SHINING LITTLE SPARK OF ENERGY IN SPACE. IT WAS DARK. I WAS NOWHERE, NO PLACE.

WHILE IN THAT NOWHERE PLACE, FROM MY MEMORY I IMAGINED WHAT I WILLED AND IT APPEARED IN MY CONSCIOUSNESS, A PLATFORM TO STAND ON, THEN WILLFULLY FALLING OFF THE PLATFORM, A FOREST, A CABIN, AND A PATH THAT ENTERED PART OF THE FOREST I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. THEN, SUDDENLY I WAS BACK IN MY PHYSICAL BODY. I SUPPOSE I ALSO RE-ENTERED MY NON-PHYSICAL BODY. I WAS THOMAS AGAIN.

OVER THE YEARS I HAVE RETURNED, AT WILL, TO NOWHERE, TO NO PLACE. I CALL IT ZERO POINT, NOW. WHEN I AM AT ZERO POINT I IMAGINE THINGS, FROM MY MEMORIES, IMAGINE WHAT I WILL, AND I GO THERE, IN MY CONSCIOUSNESS. AT OTHER TIMES I IMAGINE NOTHING, NO THING, NO PLACE. I WAIT. I AM WILLING TO BE IN STRANGE PLACES OF WHICH I HAVE NO MEMORIES, INTERACTING WITH RECOGNIZABLE AND UNRECOGNIZABLE PEOPLE.

ALWAYS, WHEN MEMORIES, OR NEW HAPPENINGS, END, I AM BACK TO MY THOMAS LIFE. THE THOMAS LIFE IS EVERY PERSISTENT. APPARENTLY, FOR IT TO END, THOMAS MUST DIE.