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<blockquote data-quote="taykair" data-source="post: 169634" data-attributes="member: 9418"><p style="text-align: center">Chapter Twelve</p> <p style="text-align: center">Trickster (Date Unknown)</p><p></p><p>The last of the implanted memories I want to share is also the last one of its kind that I had. After that, things settled down to normal (whatever "normal" may be; please don't ask me what that is).</p><p></p><p>The thing is, within the context of my conversations with the old man, this memory was possibly of an event prior to that of the other conversations I have already described. I say this because I remember what my ideas of what the Place of Light and the old man were at this particular time. I was convinced that the Place of Light was Heaven - not the temporary alien archive which I was to learn about later. And I was sure that the old man was probably an angel of some sort - and not some intelligent nanomachine which called itself a S'di.</p><p></p><p>But imagine my surprise when the old man told me he was God.</p><p></p><p>"So, Michael," he said. "Are you ready now?"</p><p></p><p>"Ready for what?" I asked.</p><p></p><p>"Ready to proclaim my Word!" the old man thundered. "I am the Lord thy God! And I have chosen thee to proclaim my message to mankind!"</p><p></p><p>If an astral body was at all capable of soiling its astral underwear, then I would have done so then and there.</p><p></p><p>"Alright," said a familiar voice behind me. "That's enough. You've done your job. I'll take over from here."</p><p></p><p>I turned around to see... the old man. There were two of them!</p><p></p><p>"Many, many more than two," the old man said.</p><p></p><p>I watched as the first old man - the one who almost had me falling on my face in fearful worship - smiled, turned, and walked off into the light.</p><p></p><p>It was at this point that the old man (the second one, I mean; oh, hell, it makes no difference) told-showed me the story which I've already shared with you. It was also at this point that I was pretty much convinced that I had finally lost my mind, and that all of this was just one hell of an hallucination.</p><p></p><p><em>'Acid flashback,' I thought. 'Yeah, that must be it.'</em></p><p></p><p>"What can I do to convince you that it's not?" the old man asked.</p><p></p><p>"Why don't you come and visit me in the real world?" I answered.</p><p></p><p>"Michael, we are already in the real world," the old man sighed. "But I know what you mean. Very well, I will come and visit you sometime."</p><p></p><p>Of course, you know how swimmingly that all went, so I won't bother repeating the story of that dark and stormy, late Autumn night.</p><p></p><p>"Who was that other old man?" I asked. "Why was he trying to make me believe that he was God?"</p><p></p><p>"He is S'di. As I am. His particular role was to misdirect, to confuse, to deceive."</p><p></p><p><em>'The Devil," I thought. 'Satan'.</em></p><p></p><p>The old man chuckled. "No, Michael. Not that. Not evil. Some of your species have a tradition of one whom they call "The Trickster". He is more like that. It is necessary."</p><p></p><p>"But why deceive me?" I asked. "What good does lying do?"</p><p></p><p>"It is necessary," the old man repeated. "I don't mean to offend you, Michael, but the truth is that your species simply cannot receive the complete, unvarnished truth about anything. Not yet, anyway. To show you the truth would irreparably damage you. We know. We've tried it. And so, we must sometimes resort to misdirection in the hope that it will focus your mind and make you stronger."</p><p></p><p>As far as I was concerned, I was already irreparably damaged, but I didn't argue. Instead, I asked the questions which colored everything else that the old man told-showed me:</p><p></p><p>"You and he are both S'di?" I asked.</p><p></p><p>"Yes. We are one." he answered.</p><p></p><p>"And so, you are both Tricksters?" I asked.</p><p></p><p>The old man smiled, paused a moment, and nodded.</p><p></p><p>"Then how can I believe anything you've shown me?" I asked. "How do I know that what you've told me is the truth?"</p><p></p><p>The old man smiled his big, cheery smile.</p><p></p><p>"You don't." he said.</p><p></p><p>And that was that.</p><p></p><p>I told you, at the end of Part One of my tale, that we had not yet arrived anywhere near strangeness. Well, now you can relax. The strange bit is over, for the most part. What comes next is mostly mundane. Hang on as we travel from the sublime to the ridiculous.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">End of Part Two</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="taykair, post: 169634, member: 9418"] [CENTER]Chapter Twelve Trickster (Date Unknown)[/CENTER] The last of the implanted memories I want to share is also the last one of its kind that I had. After that, things settled down to normal (whatever "normal" may be; please don't ask me what that is). The thing is, within the context of my conversations with the old man, this memory was possibly of an event prior to that of the other conversations I have already described. I say this because I remember what my ideas of what the Place of Light and the old man were at this particular time. I was convinced that the Place of Light was Heaven - not the temporary alien archive which I was to learn about later. And I was sure that the old man was probably an angel of some sort - and not some intelligent nanomachine which called itself a S'di. But imagine my surprise when the old man told me he was God. "So, Michael," he said. "Are you ready now?" "Ready for what?" I asked. "Ready to proclaim my Word!" the old man thundered. "I am the Lord thy God! And I have chosen thee to proclaim my message to mankind!" If an astral body was at all capable of soiling its astral underwear, then I would have done so then and there. "Alright," said a familiar voice behind me. "That's enough. You've done your job. I'll take over from here." I turned around to see... the old man. There were two of them! "Many, many more than two," the old man said. I watched as the first old man - the one who almost had me falling on my face in fearful worship - smiled, turned, and walked off into the light. It was at this point that the old man (the second one, I mean; oh, hell, it makes no difference) told-showed me the story which I've already shared with you. It was also at this point that I was pretty much convinced that I had finally lost my mind, and that all of this was just one hell of an hallucination. [I]'Acid flashback,' I thought. 'Yeah, that must be it.'[/I] "What can I do to convince you that it's not?" the old man asked. "Why don't you come and visit me in the real world?" I answered. "Michael, we are already in the real world," the old man sighed. "But I know what you mean. Very well, I will come and visit you sometime." Of course, you know how swimmingly that all went, so I won't bother repeating the story of that dark and stormy, late Autumn night. "Who was that other old man?" I asked. "Why was he trying to make me believe that he was God?" "He is S'di. As I am. His particular role was to misdirect, to confuse, to deceive." [I]'The Devil," I thought. 'Satan'.[/I] The old man chuckled. "No, Michael. Not that. Not evil. Some of your species have a tradition of one whom they call "The Trickster". He is more like that. It is necessary." "But why deceive me?" I asked. "What good does lying do?" "It is necessary," the old man repeated. "I don't mean to offend you, Michael, but the truth is that your species simply cannot receive the complete, unvarnished truth about anything. Not yet, anyway. To show you the truth would irreparably damage you. We know. We've tried it. And so, we must sometimes resort to misdirection in the hope that it will focus your mind and make you stronger." As far as I was concerned, I was already irreparably damaged, but I didn't argue. Instead, I asked the questions which colored everything else that the old man told-showed me: "You and he are both S'di?" I asked. "Yes. We are one." he answered. "And so, you are both Tricksters?" I asked. The old man smiled, paused a moment, and nodded. "Then how can I believe anything you've shown me?" I asked. "How do I know that what you've told me is the truth?" The old man smiled his big, cheery smile. "You don't." he said. And that was that. I told you, at the end of Part One of my tale, that we had not yet arrived anywhere near strangeness. Well, now you can relax. The strange bit is over, for the most part. What comes next is mostly mundane. Hang on as we travel from the sublime to the ridiculous. [CENTER]End of Part Two[/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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