Take The Good With The Bad

Take The Good With The Bad

By

Brian Monk

Chapter One

This book is about a man called David, an experienced therapist. He was having trouble in his occupation as a paid councillor on a suicide telephone support line. It was a recognised government sponsored charity that also paid some of its qualified workers like David, for his time on the line each day. This is his story. Most of the narration is David’s, the rest is by myself the witness to David’s inner world. Let’s call me David’s Spiritual mentor, councillor from the Divine light above. Or Yam as I am known by the lord above.

“Trying to help people who were suffering from insufferable emotional, mental or even physical pain or for some of them, indescribable spiritual pain and suffering was not an easy job.” David told himself occasionally. Albeit self-inflicted for many of them

“Take the good with the bad.” He told himself, after deciding to not lose his temper completely and breathe a little. “There’s no reason to let the madness around him become his problem.” He thought.

“Loosen up the old bones and try to relax, unwind, chill like a resident. Be cool. Despair is not a good choice, breath deep, think positive thoughts. You can survive insufferable idiots. He told himself. “But can you escape their eternal suffering need to troll your soul?” David said to himself aloud.

“It’s all cool, it’s not his problem, it’s somebody else’s insanity and even though they dump it out like it’s a personal vendetta from a hired Mafiosi goon on a cocaine fuelled rampage using someone else’s money, through my life. If you understand the beast, you know an eternal idiot when they come crashing down through the skylight. What goes around, entertains the victim. Ok, ok, comes around. Just never the way we expect it to. That’s ok. Better chill on the coffee.” He thought to himself over a cappuccino. David liked his daily cappuccino and two brown sugars. “Good for the soul.” He would say.

“After all, Hell these days is definitely, other people, right?” He would say to himself, and many of his customers, they all laughed at that one. In fact many of his customers called him the comedian therapist or the comedyist.

“If your being restricted constantly by people who you think are trying to ruin your life.” He would tell them.” Why not remember what happens to people who tried to do this to you before, in the past.” He would say.

Bad things happen to bad people, he thought. Usually after the bad things they tried to dump on us, the good people, get sent back to the sender. Only on certain days, when were not ready for that message from say, the demonically possessed, shallow, skin deep yuppie secretary, demanding more restrictions on our wages, our working hours and our patience. Treating us like yesterday’s news, like dog dirt on the soul of their favourite suede shoes. David mused.

“The only soul our enemies will ever have.” He would say, trying to get people to relax and unwind via laughter. Realising that all they really need was a conversation, some therapeutic wit, and miracles of course.

“Instead of the drolling boredom of some semi-trained suicide chatline amateur who couldn’t even get their words out properly. I mean, who’s going to get support from those morons. Some of them make things worse.” He would say to his customers, and they laughed all the harder. Even though it was true.

“Country bumpkin buckwheat’s, they are the kind of people that ruined Catholicism. Idiots that have no place in spiritual or religious domains. Idiots are the Devils work, his pawns, his virus, one of the four plagues of the apocalypse. And, sadly yes, the spawn of alcoholic parents. Not all alcoholic parents are abusers, ok. Some are fine parents, just drunks.” David shared with only his closest repeat callers that revelled in his anecdotes on idiots.

“It’s when we have to live or work with people whose ignorance and lack of awareness crosses the line on a consistent basis, especially when it effects our finances.” David would say.

That’s when we lose our humanity a little, or in my case, become a bloodthirsty cannibalistic sociopathic, revenge obsessed monster from the depths of the other realm. Ah yes, our trolls, the bullies that won’t get out of our heads, the people that make millennium life unbearable, energy vampires, white trash ass wipes from Hell, arrggh! He thought to himself

“They (Our problem makers) must have someone to blame for their complete inadequacy to function in any professional or personal capacity right?” He would share with his customers.

“And, by being pig ignorant in a smarmy fake, here’s your pile of horse manure and smile whilst we force feed it down your desperate useless unappreciated worthless throats, kind of way. Our enemies, that is.” He would tell his clients. They all laughed at his hilarious anecdotes on their lives, how they laughed, or cried if the moment fitted.

Thank you for teaching us humility, we accept your absolute fascistic, insulting and obtusely childish professionalism or inability to survive normal adult relationships, after all, beggars can’t be choosers. David thought about his more obtuse clients.

“There really is a Hell, and now I’m absolutely sure I don’t want to go there. I’m sure its economy is in extreme decline.” David said on occasion. His customers would say similar things about their own personal lives and their working lives also. They all felt like they were waiting for something, but they weren’t sure what.

“ Redemption, God is waiting for you to return to him.” David would say. “He doesn’t mind you being a pseudo Buddhist-Pagan-Masonic Christian, Alchemist, it’s all the same to him.” They were told most bemused.

Outside his home office the scream of local traffic flowed past his open window on a dark late winters evening in November like waves on the beach. Warm for this time of year it surely was. Warm and peaceful, he thought, just as he likes it. Fit for an angel. God’s country, the tip of Autumn he would think to himself, all the glorious rustic colours and shades that mother nature could throw at us, her willing audience of the mysteries of this enigmatic season.

He did have his own problems, especially at work, where he was being treated like a slave and also given no quarter regarding his rights as a worker, often insulted by the secretaries in charge of personnel.

He would wonder to himself, where they really possessed by demons? Well, he knew the answer to that one. Yes, absolutely, just more afflicted by them on alternate days. The other lesser secretaries he spoke to would show their discomfort about the often inhuman treatment that was dished out to them and everyone else that came within the radar of the beast in charge. The big one, the monster by the doorway into the office.

“Take the good with the bad.” He kept repeating like a mantra, over and over, until he self-soothed himself like a baby in training.

I know, he thought to himself, that millennium life is meant to push us over the edge, bring us down to size and squeeze every last drop of hope from us until we lose our humanity. Entirely, until the moment passes and our blood cools back to its usual temperature.

Then it’s up to us to recover from the anger moments, think positive thoughts, collect our composure and breath for a while. Well said soldier, don’t let the empty vessels get you down, after all, the older you get the more you remember how to survive the bloated windbags that destroy not only your financial future, but their own in the process.

He was a great believer in karma, that’s when the Devil punishes our tormentors, and God is watching.

“After all, they’re only angels in disguise, like Nazis on Hitler’s birthday and you’re the one wearing the yellow star, hit me oh master, I’m your allotted free to murder meaningless being. Please favour me with a bullet to the head, actually why not kill my whole family first then let me live as your toilet cleaner, then pull out all my gold teeth for my birthday is next week, oh master.” He chuckled to himself.

“Thank God I’m was Irish, we were used to being treated like sub human’s by sub human’s, especially the corporate kind you’ll find after the Celtic Tiger crashed. Like a bloated bank managers favourite politician from eating too many children. Be jakers, what is life? Why stress, it’ll be over soon. Yes, modernisation has finally arrived and were all secretly pining for a simpler time, just a simpler time with oil heating, modern medicine, safer roads and cars, laws, policing and freedom to live as we please. Freedom is all in the mind, like a prisoner that’s found God, were all doing time in this Purgatorial millennium madness.” He said to Jake, one of his American customers that called David regularly ever since his company in Limerick went bust during the great collapse.

“Oh, thank you sir, may I offer you my leg as an appetiser, how about my second mortgage oh holy father that replaced the un-holy fathers of the pre good times eh? He told Jake as both men laughed deeply.

“Maybe there was evil in the ordinary mundane world after all, surely not, I hear the metaphorical masses deny to themselves collectively. After all, there was always the dole if we give up completely, right?” He continued.

“Be brave, keep listening to the telepathic voices from supportive others coming through the airwaves. Keep going, keep the faith, just stay away from priests, nuns, algebra and teachers so your inner child can roar again. Ok Jake buddy?” David said, as Jake laughed again, thanked David for cheering him up and hung up the phone.

His customers loved his little rants and so far no one complained in the office, either they just didn’t care, or they let him rant and rave as long as it kept people on the line.

One of his favourite theories for his depressed customers was that we lived in a world full of baleful abused bullies, seeking solace in their amusement, their sociopathic tendencies and need to take it all out on the more sensitive others, i.e. the rest of us. “They’re just bored demons. He would say.

“Here be monsters, this period of human history is all about the rhetorical metaphorical monsters of our past, coming back to haunt us from their eternal resting places via the bodies and minds of their creations, the possessed antichrists. The zombies of the apocalypse, just like in the movies, soulless dead eyed hideous animalistic brainless morons, out for our blood, in a desperate attempt to keep their headless selves from expiring in a whirlpool of their own making. A cesspool and a conglomerate of lost souls, working collectively to drive us into a Hell of our own desperation. All before breakfast.” He would say, and his customers loved him for it.

“We are living in an alien place, an un natural space and we all know it. Even if we try to explore the factual truth of this new situation we all find ourselves in, there’s still the catch 22 clause. It’s still reality, even though it’s all airborne and we are travelling through time and space to tell us things and teach us something.” He gabbled on to his next repeat caller Michael Wallace whose wife had left him two years before for another woman. Even though his wife was six weeks pregnant at the time. Mike was extremely depressed and David saved his life, there was no doubt in Mikes mind about that whatsoever.

“Reality isn’t making sense anymore, we are living in a vacuumed void a halfway house between the physical world and the spiritual world. Or should I say we are living between the true spiritual domain and the illusionary physical plane we call reality, or The Planet Earth.” David had realised this, but could not share all his theories with every client. Some of them just needed some good old fashioned support and what they thought of as normal conversation.

Of course customers like Michael Wallace wanted David’s apparent ramblings, they were therapeutic, educational and entertaining all in one. Always with the promise that what goes around comes around.

“Life repays us for the crimes we are subjected to, as long as we can forgive our persecutors and move on into a future without fear or feelings of loss.” David would say, and they all listened willingly, lost in the therapeutic opiates of his wise words.

For the most part, many people had figured out that the lessons of this millennium where that everything is an illusion. The physical world had nothing to offer but vice and treats. The illusion of partnership also was dissolving, this whole universe we called reality was dissolving all around us. Yet we still existed in a Limbo of illusion and metaphysical fantasy.

David would share these kinds of secrets with people who were ready to hear them. “It was a solitary revelation for us all.” He would say. Out on the street there was some collective consciousness communication or even verbal communication but mostly from idiots who forgot what they said, soon after they said it.

“The physical world is still here.” He would say to his clients. “We could see it, touch it and say to ourselves that what we were looking at existed. But as soon as we looked away, we would see some proof of an alternative reality manifesting around us in some small or greater degree. Awareness is the key, breathing the secret to success.” David told them time and time again.

“It’s all in the mind.” He would say.” Perhaps were all watching too many movies and this world has always been this way. It’s only that we are ready as a whole, to become aware of the secrets behind the veil.” David spoke to his clients.

“It’s not all bad, there is an army forming on the other side, against the evil Nimrud’s we have to life with, work with or for, a great and powerful anti-evil force trained by centuries of upheaval and suffering. We have our good ancestors to thank for that. Survivors., guardians, saints and angels, doing Gods and man’s work.” He told their eager ears.

This war, he thought to himself, is an internal one. Some of us are working on it, transforming ourselves into a more acceptable soul body, preparing for a time of judgement and apocalyptic forces, unleashed on an unsuspecting world ill prepared for such illusive and subtle forces.

“Outward manifestations of inner turmoil, caused by the seven deadly sins. For him the monsters within humanity where manifesting clearly in the faces of the dysfunctional, incapable, obtrusive people in the world outside and in the personal world of the workplace and in his personal life. Or with obtuse neighbours.” He rambled on to his depressed customers.

“What was happening to this world?” He continued. “Why isn’t anybody talking about how weird and un-natural things appeared to be?”

Even though he had been fenced in until he realised that it was an all purposeful act of God. In fact nothing negative that had happened since the millennium had begun to lead to death or destruction. Just more of the same please for some. As long as we practiced temperance, monogamy or celibacy, as much as we could do, the tidal waves where only ripples in disguise. He mused to himself.

It was so obvious to him that the shallow world of modernity was going to be tested and ripped apart by the spirit of the eons. After all, humanity isn’t God, it’s just thinks it is. Religion took a great unmerciful bashing for being so fascistic and masochistic in its beliefs and practices, also for the multitude of evil that had been subjected onto the innocent children under its wing. Now they’re adults.

Does experiencing celibacy cause people to suffer from negative thoughts or evil spirits? Hounding them to do stupid things or do bad things? Or is it just a side effect on incomplete celibacy and all adults suffer from the negative entities or thoughts out there? Nobody wants to know. Were afraid of absolute truths and David knew it well.

“That’s something else they don’t teach you in school, that your brain may be susceptible to negative thoughts. Thoughts that can lead to worry, stress, paranoia or over compensation in your personality.” He told his customers.

“All adults face mental stress eventually.” David would tell his customers. “Intense mental stress is the making of you as an adult. It usually starts with a partner who is dominating or obsessed about details in a neurotic way. It also helps if they have a vendetta against the opposite sex for an insult or injury to their intelligence and ego from their past experience in relationships. The battle and the ballet of love goes on.” He would laugh, as his customers laughed also.

“Letting out aggression is healthy and a normal part of our adolescence.” He would say. “Break a few dishes, it feels great. Even create a ritual where you buy dishes or wine to smash and offer as a sacrifice to God, your gods or to act as a sympathetic type of magic that rids you of the problems your suffering from. As you smash those dishes, or break those wine bottles and pour the wine onto the earth as a sympathetic representation of the blood lost in suffering. The metaphorical blood loss, sometimes that actual blood-loss.” He would say.

Some of his colleagues customers did actually take their own lives at some point.

David had been blessed that his track record was impeccable, for none of his clients or customers had ever taken their own lives. He had become very close to his repeat customers and once and a while they would just let go and give up a little.

It was a normal part of his work to help the victims and as a grief councillor, he was professionally qualified to support the families involved when a suicide had been reported.

David believed that modern medicine was to blame in nearly every single case of actual death. Mostly over the side effects of anti-depressants. He had tried these himself before to deal with anger issues over his work stress, but found them absolutely useless. Xanax did work, but for him only in minute quantities and after a very short period of time, he found them repulsive. For him, celibacy was the cure for most of what he termed millennium sensitivity.

That and a revolutionary Russian herb used for Olympians, called Rhodiola. Without the support of some supplements, life could be just too damn hard sometimes.

Here be monsters, just not in his world. That’s one good thing the millennium has given us is solitude, the last bastion of sanity, the only true escape. He thought.

Everybody else he knew, was hiding behind their old crutches, wheezing away into a cancerous future of denial and oblivion, poetic in its own ridiculous and pathetic way.

At least he was surviving financially, for the moment anyway. Hopefully he would continue to scrape a living from the company he worked for. Even though they had halved his wages this year and told him recently that he could not do overtime. Ahah! He proclaimed out loud, there was a plan, there must be, otherwise this was too weird. Too un natural and coincidental that so many bad things would go wrong at the same time.

When your faith was being tested, you’d better be damn sure that you truly and completely believe in God. And that’s what he told his most desperate of clients. When you think it’s all over, when the police have taken your children away and you have to live in a shelter for women or a homeless centre for men. This is when you need God the most, you need to give in completely and utterly to the plan. Understand that there is a reason for all of this and it will be revealed when everything returns to normal. You survive or you give up.

When things go truly pear shaped, when the fat lady has left the building, there is nothing left to do, but, eat, sleep and wait.

For David, his life had taken a temporary good turn as he had decided to emigrate to the south of France for six months. His aunt had left him some money in her will and this would tide him over, God bless her. He could still take calls from home. But soon after he moved, the call number dropped to an almost dead stop. His office said that things were just slow and it should pick up, but it didn’t.

That was the day he realised, they were possessed, truly possessed by evil spirits and that these spirits could, in turn begin to serve him, eventually. After all, how else would the holy one teach us, as the mysteries behind all things without showing us the true soul of a failed system. A system built directly in his name, for the higher good of rich men and the system that fed them. A system that had crashed utterly and completely during the prophesised time of the apocalypse.

This would end up being more of a holiday for him, a time of reflection, and that’s exactly what it became. It was time for floating and faithfulness, after all, God will provide. There was no denying that there was a message being delivered to him, follow the path or live in denial. Of course as soon as you relax and unwind because you feel that God is watching over you, you get another anti-Christ from Hell, giving you grief that boils your blood. The Devil works in mysterious ways, God is just watching

Yet humanity lives in denial, hopes it will pick itself up and brush itself off, like it always does, on the outside. So, even though being the runt of humanity, having a soul, and suffering truly evil people that make the blood in his face heat up like a screaming devil on overtime, he wondered, what rewards have been already delivered? will again be delivered, to him, and all those who kept their hearts and spirits free of blame. So too, would they be rewarded.

After all, human beings are too stupid to create evil all on their own, they’re just the messengers, the delivery personnel, the servants of what ails them, poor babies, right? What a wonderful life it really was, he thought.

Something is bending over backwards to get him to end it all, and all he has to do is wait out the storm. Dust himself off, and help like-minded people to do the same. After all, it was his job right? Don’t sell doom and gloom to suicidal people, sell them success, it’s always there at the end of the proverbial stick, the metaphorical carrot that is hope. Halleluiah! He proclaimed out loud. Faiths eternal promise.

The arrogance and negative, twisted attitude of the secretaries in the office was bad enough. Especially those insulting messages they emailed to him a couple of times a week.

But telling him that he was logging on too much, even though over the last month, on two occasions, he only earned 30 Euros after being online waiting for up to 100 hours in one week. He had to log in less they said.

What that meant was he couldn’t log in to work for much more than fifty hours a week.

Working on the phone, waiting for calls, calls that barley trickled in, forced him to log on for work up to one hundred hours a week. From the privacy of his office at home. He only got paid for the calls that he took, paid by the minute. So if the phone didn’t ring for three days, which was normal these days, he earned nothing. Yet they complained all the same that he was logging in too much.

Knowing well that complaining about such an obvious problem for him would fall on deaf ears, he eventually accepted that this would at least cure his cabin fever, if nothing else.

How did he end up with a job like this, it used to be great financially, when it was busier, back in the day. Although there seemed to always be an ever-changing replacement of management. Hiring and firing by the people “In charge” .

Always using his ideas, then never thanking him or registering where the ideas came from. Ah well, he thought to himself, the Devil works in mysterious ways, God just watches over us in the long term. That’s what makes hope and faith so important. Without it, were all goners’. Thank God I had that gift of cash from my auntie, he would think to himself, otherwise the conspiracy to ruin his life would have been a master achievement indeed. The Devil sure knows how to rid the earth of true believers he thought to himself.

It was becoming obvious, at least to him, that the stupid people’s army of imbecilic retarded numbskulls who controlled the work environment and certain aspects of the outside world, were working together as some kind of collective consciousness. Millennium conspiracy, he called it, it was too weird to think otherwise. His customers agreed, collectively about their own lives, obviously.

Another revelation the millennium has brought to our attention. He thought and shared his thoughts regularly about his theosophical revelations. After all, he would say, were all living through the same tirade of negativity.

His explained that in ancient Jewish culture, the scapegoat was a ritually sacrificed goat from a pair of two goats. One white and one black. The black goat was lead out into the desert and sent to fend for itself to represent the hope that sinners have in surviving the harshness and dangers of leaving the safety of society and civilisation behind. They would hold a celebration and eat the white goat.

For David, all good people were scapegoats for idiots. After all, people aren’t born evil, they just become evil or negative because they make idiotic choices, illogical choices, irresponsible choices that often lead to the wrong people being blamed for what they do.

“What was the greatest pain a human being had to endure, outside of physical pain?” he would say.

“ Mental and emotional torment, caused by other people. Taking away a person’s peace of mind and not even knowing it. You and people who have no one to turn to for help are curable by providing one on one therapy in schools and even colleges in youth. People care, even the people causing the pain care sometimes if you just tell them what you’re going through.” He said to Rebecca, one of his busiest repeat clients.

“Life will force you to do this at some stage.” David would say.

“You will take a stand eventually, you will have to. It’s amazing sometimes what happens when you do, people back off, sometimes completely, sometimes you have to remind them. But you are responsible for your mental health, not the people who abuse it. Of course, with loved ones, you have to look them in the eye and tell them that you’re on anti-depressants and Xanax because they cause you so much misery, depression and anxiety that you simply can’t take any more. They will stop and think at this one, believe me. Then try and dodge the bullet, until the message gets home.” His words of wisdom saved many lives during the testing millennium time.

His customers who took his advice where usually at the end of their tethers in their home life. The secret was to get the person who was causing pain to accept responsibility for doing so. To register the pain first, many family members have no awareness whatsoever of the pain they cause. They’re oblivious, completely oblivious to the situations at hand.

“By becoming more and more sensitive as a collective whole, the human race is more susceptible to pain and stress ever since the millennium began.” David would say.

“In fact, the loved ones who cause pain and stress were usually under pain and stress themselves. It’s hard.” He would say.

“But it’s necessary to change things when they are wrong, again that’s hard also. After the initial discussions and tears, a way forward will be forged. Hugs of course help and heal a lot. We used to get a lot of them when we were children, remember?” David would say.

One of his favourite techniques for avoiding problems was what he termed, tempering the dragon.

“Face the problem person head on, every time you meet them, but with kindness. With family for e.g. don’t say anything more than hello, then wait, wait for a response. Whatever they say, weather its long or short, don’t say anything back, except for maybe, ok, or nod your head a bit, that all. The initial meetings with family are usually by the front door, or car and within the car on the way home to visit or for dinner, or if you live at home, going home obviously. This first meeting is a vital moment for you to stop any kind of situation from emerging in the first place.” David shared his wisdom.

“Now, if your already at home and the door knocks, it’s your mother etc. you open the door and try to keep any verbal greeting to a minimum. Let them in and stay away from them completely for as long as possible. The key to absolute success with mothers is to kiss them on the top of their heads.” He would say. “As soon as you can. This will have a miraculous effect and you will see the results of this immediately. A wise silence will follow, bizarre as that is, it is true and will change your life.” It changed David’s and eventually, over the decades, many of his clients lives also.

So many of his customers had asked him for his advice on dealing with parents and the stress they caused that he himself knew well of. “Why is my father trying to kill me!” Some people would say, or “Why is my mother driving me insane!” They would call out through their Xanax-anti depressant fuelled haze.

“Many reasons.” He would tell them. “But the first one is usually high blood pressure. Think about it, your parents are living in a world gone mad, a word full of semi trained professionals who cannot design a business plan that survives six weeks never mind having to work well into their seventies these days. That’s an absolutely new perspective for the over sixties, eternal occupation without retirement, think about it.” David said.

“They are already on edge by the time they meet you, the sensitive soul awaiting mother, father, sibling to come home or to get a lift home with them etc. They live in a world full of mind numbingly immature, stunted idiots, just like we do after all, right” He would say.

“Yes, that’s true.” They answered.

“It’s like God is away on business and we are left floating. So specific techniques with family is absolutely necessary. Technique is everything, and practice makes perfect.

First rule, David would say, is the kiss on the top of the head, it’s a miraculous rule, so don’t forget it. Silence should follow, if not, keep all comments and replies to an absolute minimum.

Do not, at any time, give any positive message about your life at any stage of any conversation, especially after food.

If they comment about their lives, you say, that’s good, only. Nod your head and thank God David’s techniques really are working.

If they ask you how your day was or what’s happening in your life, you say, fine, or same ol same ol, nothing more, they won’t push for more, believe me.

Now, if you make it home without any negative body language or subtly insulting words, which you should do, if your very careful, everything is fine for the now, he would say.

Get in the door, and remember, stay away, after you have helped put away any shopping, but still try and do this when they are not in the same room as you.

Greatest rule of them all.” David would say. “Stay away from your loved one or family member for a minimum of forty minutes after any kind of food. If you value your ever increasing sensitive souls existence. In all seriousness. Any eating on their part is a danger to you. Large meals are an absolute need to clear out immediately from the eating room and also avoid all contact for that allotted forty five minutes.”

“Yes, I’ve got it, I’m listening David.” His clients would say.

“If you forget, which you will do, and your all watching the television after dinner and are even getting on really well and laughing etc. The night will end with a huge argument over nothing. That is also an absolute guarantee.” David shared his knowledge of family survival mode.

Something is messing with our lives, indeed it is, we all know what that may be and it sure as Hell aint God right?” David would ask of his customers.

“So, after trial and error, you get the techniques down to a tee, and they never fail. They will bring a sandwich into the television room well after the forty five minutes after dinner. You will think that this will be ok, it’s just a sandwich. But low and behold, five minutes before bed, they shout at you to come into the kitchen because you forgot to put out the recyclable trash, maybe only a couple of milk cartons, if that.

What? You say to yourself, why are they freaking out over nothing? Ah, there’s the rub my friend.” He would say. “It’s a sign indeed that it’s over nothing. You broke the rules!” He would say.

“Whatever was going on, as weird as it was, as strange as it could be, explaining why things went this way, was not as important as following the rules to a tee.” David would say.

“Because if you played to situation with the numbers, as I have laid out, all arguing would stop completely, forever. You could even start pushing the envelope and not do chores, leaving the kitchen chock a block with recyclable items left to overfill in their place by the sink to dry off.” They listened intently.

Why? How? “Were unimportant, follow the rules my friend.” He would say.

“Your home life will be changed forever. Break the rules, even just a little, even just once and the heartache caused by trivial comments and arguments will happen again, over nothing at all but one wrong word, one negative word, or one piece of paper in the wrong place at the wrong time, it’s just not worth it.” He explained.

The only exception for fraternising with the problem person was chocolate or sweets but not before the forty five minute rule, not deserts, they are too filling. Ok, alright? Cool.” He would say. “Don’t worry, all will be revealed in time, welcome to sanity, welcome to a new world where you no longer contemplate death as an escape for your problems, goodbye Xanax, goodbye yee anti-depressants, it’s all over. The evil has gone, never mind why, just spread the word, I am, right? He would say.”

“ I have, he would tell his customers. And after a certain amount of time at home, you can even tell the person who was causing all your pain, about why you are doing these new things, they won’t even comment, now that’s even more bizarre!” He would say.

“ It’s not them, it’s just negative forces at work in the lives of the people of the millennium, forces we can overcome. The only place where they can’t be overcome is in the workplace and in the world outside, where monsters’ roam and danger waits in the shadows. Vigilance is a must to survive this new age, this new era, and breathing is the key.” David would say, and they loved him for it.

“Now that same goes for strangers, neighbours and work colleges, just in a very different way.

Stress, is the universal path towards psychic and spiritual development. Repression is an obstacle to our mental health. We have to overcome repressed minds, oppressive atmospheres and the people who love to create havoc. Never stopping to think until it’s too late is not how the rest of us plan to exist.

Stupid people are subconsciously controlled people.” David would laugh out loud at this one.

“But seriously, stupid people cause havoc by doing what their subconscious mind tells them to say and do. They don’t breath before they think, therefore, they don’t consciously think, ever, unless they are angry or hungry. Animal verses Human.

Now they may not be physically hungry, they may well be hungry for energy. They hold their breath in so much they don’t utilise the power of protein in the blood. Life force can only be found when they are thinking stupid thoughts or being angry, or hungry.

We should stay away from the people who think , rather than listen to their subconscious mind. Come on people! Its Hell!” He waffled on to whomever was lucky and happy enough to listen to him.

“Psychics believe that we are using our subconscious mind all the time. It uses its own inner monologue abbreviated language, like a dog trying to speak, words such as, I ove oo (I love you) or I ee oo (I need food) Or hidden behind normal conversation like “I’ll meet you in town” may mean “I’ll eat you in town” Who knows? Were animals! Big, godless, red riding hoods and ready to devour. Vowels being the expression of the inner child, the attempt at connecting to having a soul, via the stomach area. Being a pig and then detoxing is better than living the abstaining suffering life of a spiritualist, then pigging out from stress and divulging in the will of evil or empty vessel spirits unbeknown to yourself. “ David said to his last caller Marie, a fellow Psychic Medium, whose friends had ostracised her from their weight watchers club because she had trimmed down to a perfect weight by doing callanetics.

“Like many people I know who don’t even speak properly, like “I’m going into town” sounds like “Ieointitoun.” All from the stomach and the chest. I’m going into town as one word. You know the type. The don’t move their lips when they speak as the mouth hangs open relaxed and flaccid. Because the mind says it perfectly, but the stomach rules the use of the jaw and the lips and tongue. “David said as Marie laughed and agreed.

“Therefore the subconscious rules the actual pronunciation of an alternate message. Like “I’m going in titta” which for men means town brings young women to look at and enjoy, see?” He asked her.

“Yes, David, I understand Freudian slips.” Said Marie back to him.

“Subconscious Freudian slip mumbling comes from the stomach and chest area mostly. We know this subconsciously and allow for it to become a kind of tick or habit by which many of us mumble constantly and never speak clearly at all.

Primal beings are stupid people. Academics can be stupid too, en mass.” David would say.

“But it’s a choice to be stupid, it’s not a birth right. Consciousness and conscience brings moral discipline to our awareness. When we speak clearly we become aware of our stomachs trying to slip us up.

We think about moral choices all of the time especially if we are men, we have to. Our inner wolf or bear wants honey all the live long day. We developed a new race of beings that came from cavemen and inter-breeded with cavemen to bring us to a civilised race, clean and fresh faced, educated, disciplined and still warm and loving and playful animal-like at the best of times.

They choose consonants more than vowels, they are in tune with their brains, rather than their emotions, there may be love in my life, they would think. They are angry also, but in a more pedantic way.

We, the well balanced other people, also use the inner monologue of the subconscious mind, but our subconscious is aware that our conscious mind is editing what comes out of the deep. We deliberate a lot, during the day, inside our heads. As I deliberate a lot here now with you Marie.” David said to her.

“That’s ok David, I love the sound of your voice, I could listen to it for hours, forever in fact.” Marie said back to him.

She was just one of many customers that was experiencing transference with David, after all he was an angel in disguise. He never took advantage of women thought, strictly professional at all times, after all he had already stretched the boundaries of his work utilising his psychic abilities where nobody had ever dreamed of before on a suicide support line. Whatever worked was fine with the company that ran the line, as long as it’s legal and the customers don’t complain, be free to rule. He was told.

“We think about practical things, emotional things, we are vigilant about our thoughts and we have a conscience when it comes to the quality of our thoughts. We are aware of consequence and we care about how we effect other people, we are benevolent, who cares why, we know why, were not stupid. Responsibility, accountability and maturity, we want these things, stupid people do not. They choose to be illogical disruptive and unaccountable for their effects on the rest of us, including themselves. You may even be married to one, you are certainly working with some of them,” David would laugh it out.

Chapter

He could tell how dumb a person was just by the sound of their footsteps. It was more the presence, or lack of presence of intelligent life that vibrated less around idiots than it did around normal people. The best of times always followed swiftly by the worst of times.

“Headless imbeciles and glorious angelic saints, this dualistic world of ours was indeed separating the chaff from the wheat. It is war.” He would say. “And in war, you fight or you lose. What you don’t do is warn of the causes of spiritual dysfunction, that’s anger, and anger causes spiritual dysfunction, what you hate you will become, so learn not to hate your worst nightmares and life will be bearable. Show sympathy with their ailment instead, after all, all ailments ruin lives. Never let your anger become your ailment.” David shared with his most stressed out clients.

The lost souls of the apocalypse were both ghosts of their microcosm and their own living ghosts wrapped up in an enigma of ignorance with a cloud of evil Hell following them around every dark corner they chastised. He called them belly button fluff monsters, living in a wasteland of mess, never having clean sinks in the kitchen and always making a mess wherever they go, just by their energy alone, the jinxes, he would say create a mess by osmosis. An eternal spanner in the works of our lives.

He just had a call from a wonderfully sensitive African American lady who was being bullied at work by the people working as employees for the shop she was manager for. “It was Hell.” She said, and she couldn’t believe how quickly David knew what she had to deal with.

“It’s a spiritual problem.” He would say. “It was a subconscious collective idiot matrix conspiracy, a mental conspiracy that the people involved where only subconsciously involved in. So, they couldn’t help themselves from falling about the place like retarded imbeciles.” As they were.

“Just look for a new job, then quit when you’re ready.” He told her. She agreed, and they laughed away at David’s humorous anecdotes on the joy of surviving idiots. “The zombies of the apocalypse.” He called them.

“The living dead. The plague, the virus of incapable morons that were desperately trying to spread recession, bankruptcy and dysfunction throughout our lives by making it impossible for us to work.” He would say.

Spectres robed in darkness with forked tongues, oh what a man with second sight must see, yet fear not. The simple truth that forces us to need the king of kings and the lord of lords, by Christ!

This job for example, that he was gifted at and in itself had some of the dumbest customers the world could possibly produce from the bowels of the fallen angel himself, wrapped in toilet paper and dipped in Jezebels vomit. This he thought was more a compliment than a critique of their personalities. Unaccountable dumb-bells.

So stupid where some of these idiots that breaking their defences down and finding new ways as to how to actually get them to listen became a challenge for him. If he could get them to conform, just a little and show some form of respect perhaps he could survive this evil tide of destruction after all. Perhaps his life as a stooge-beggar man would lead to salvation and the supreme justice he yearned for. Modern day messiahs have to be half starved sacrificial lambs, right? It’s not fair if they’re, not right?

After all, was the immense disrespect he was subjected to by his colleagues and their tyrannical attitude to the self-employed status he held not a sign that the plague, war, famine and pestilence of the four riders was not going to end his life, just because it couldn’t.

Customers complaining about him were usually pumped up on nervous energy addiction, borderline personality syndrome, cocaine or alcohol, caffeine or even glue, who knows? They even forced the company to restrict call times from forty minutes to ten!

He had his financial earnings cut again by people who complained that jumping through the system from operator to operator was costing them to dig into their paid allotted time. Complaining was something he should have been allowed to do but knew not to.

Also, because the technological side of the telephony system was badly created. Therefore, to allow customers only 10 measly paid minutes, inhibited their ability to move from one operator to another

Not having a union to protect him because he lived outside of the country really didn’t help either. But, accepting the tyrannical diabolical situation of his job just made it easier to accept. In fact, he began to see, that after several years working for this same company, they never fired him, he never quit and once and a while, it all came back to him. Just in time to pay the piper.

Three months here, six months there, it was busy, or a new management team allotted a safety net to pay for a normal work week by the hour on top of calls taken. If less than two calls had been taken on the hour. Which meant he pretty much got paid for the full week, most of the time. Just not this year.

He knew that this was what the universal energies wanted him to see, that this was the true world of commerce. Chaos and adversity. Bad management and idiot secretaries with no place in the business world whatsoever. Their only training was typing after all.

So, even though more recently he had been treated like a slave by the new management team, they would soon be replaced by another. Just give it time, he thought, the beast will move on, it always does, followed by a brief reprieve, then some hopeful return to financial reward, followed by the same ol same ol. Four letter word. Millennium madness. Payback must be Hell and death for his insane enemies he thought to himself on many the occasion.

This was the millennium madness for everyone to a greater or lesser degree. Something was messing with us, mentally physically and spiritually, in all aspects of our lives. It was war, it was famine, it was pestilence and death. “All of the below.” He used to say to himself and his minute pocket of friends that worked similar jobs, handpicked support groups for necessity and survival.

Some days he found that he just insulated himself from the never ending myriad of abuse. After all it was mostly atmospheric, floating in the atmosphere like a mutated demonic angel, seeking refuge in the collective energies of Gods children.

The face of what he termed the mother in law, the image of hatred and blame that manifested around people like bloated warts of vengeance in a whirlwind of shame and guilt. Morbid moths of sin, plaguing the festering airwaves with isolated pockets of negativity. Still, if we were good little guinea pigs, there was nothing to fear from these illusions. They became almost like eternally ignored old furniture.

He felt really good physically, ate well, exercised, found solace in this prison-like yet monastery-like existence. Saw the solace in solitary existence, accepted what was needed from him and knew that he wasn’t alone in the island life that was now absolute for all humanity.

It was too obvious to him that there was method in this madness. Any contact with the outside world regarding services needed was also like dealing with demented imbeciles with rotted rat carcass for brains. Even though it tested his resolve, it began to become a normal exercise, getting untrained monkeys to provide even the simplest of services. Again from staff whose terms in service were usually short, therefore making their experience in serving the public all the more comical and for many completely impossible.

Adding to that their insulting unprofessionalism, inability to communicate and absolute wrong placement in their position in the workplace. Secretaries. Cerberus.

Wonderful, fascinating experiences trying to get a phone service and internet provider set up in a new country. His order having become so confused by the parasites working for the phone company, that when he finally spoke to someone with intelligent life, they were flabbergasted with how confused and messed up his order had become.

In fact they had never seen such confused, multiple wrong orders in a new customers account before.

Story of my life he thought to himself. “Still this one takes the biscuit doesn’t it?” He said out loud. After spending a whole week in an animalistic rage, after being insulted by the French helpline employees and hung up on countless times or left waiting for forty minutes then hanging up himself. Patience tested makes sociopaths.

What wonderful work the antichrist has achieved this week he thought. This is a work of pure genius. Even if strangers that have grievances with us, or the company that hires us, and those grievances are both the customers fault and the companies fault. We all have to pay, he thought.

It’s all about the residual energies and why their work is never done.

It’s all about dreams creating positive energy that gives us hope, he thought. That’s why they say hope springs eternal. They say a lot of things. David thought.

At least the prophesies about people wanting to die and hoping that God would take them early were right on the money! He exclaimed out loud to the wall, his ever increasing friend in this immensely insane yet strangely sedated existence he and everybody else were living in.

Dreams stop us from becoming depressed, they inject a positivity of angelic proportions, after all there has to be an opposite to all this destruction, he mused. Perhaps dreams were the only true form of positive thinking, even when you actually realise your dreams.

That’s when they transform into nightmares. In the physical world where everything goes wrong and other people destroy the reality wherever and whenever they can, he thought to himself.

It’s like marriage, it’s all good until other people involve themselves in your children’s lives. Bad teachers, anarchistic classmates ruining your child’s ability to concentrate. Bullies from dysfunctional homes that introduce your child to early childhood trauma, creating phobias that eventually lead to violent reactions to any bullying in later years. He pondered to himself. That’s only one aspect of marriage he would tell his callers, there are many, many more, he would say.

One thing leads to another and when one person gets blamed for what another did, your child ends up being expelled for what another child did. Labelling you and your family as wild rebellious dangerous to know types. Your wife will never live that down, what will the neighbours think. Many of which are inbred troglodytes, oh dear, he wondered. What has colonisation doe to my country; David would think sarcastically and laugh to himself.

In fact, ever since the millennium began, so many terrible things had happened to him that pushed him closer to death, yet so many great things happened also, to keep him alive, there was, absolutely some kind of mechanism at work here, he thought to himself, that it was so obvious everybody else was in absolute denial about such things. Yet they too were also experiencing the twilight zone of the apocalypse, he would think to himself.

It’s as if they were petrified at the thought that their lives were out of their control. Bad things happen, you deal with it, you suffer, you move on or you stay stagnant and give up. Then good things happen, you rejoice, you live the good life for a while and then bang! The sky falls on your head again.

Usually it’s a false alarm, but it’s enough to push you over the edge. After all the woeful experiences we have all had since the year 2000 began, he thought, ever so vividly, in his experienced brain. People still blinded themselves from the amazing revelations of our molecular reality, and why wouldn’t they, what else is there to do, he would say. What else indeed his customers would say and laugh, because they were allowed to laugh, and he wanted them to. He wasn’t a fascist, was he? No he wasn’t. He wasn’t a yuppie either. The crème de la crème of the demonically infested.

After all of the obvious educational suffering, the obvious omens that he himself found direct and undeniably straightforward, like an arrow through the brain of a sleeping watchman, like a sword slicing ever so effortlessly through the cranium of a slumbering king.

Omens that opened the Pandora’s Box of millions of self-delusionary headless zombies, denial take-aways.

His philosophy leant towards straight-talking, direct explanations of why things go wrong. Bad things happening to loved ones that were directly attributed to past mistakes, past sins, that in themselves were reflected in the punishments acted out on the loved ones as a karma shooting “This happened because of what you did!” Arrgh! We all understand that. But what’s hard to grasp, at first, is suffering for what someone else did, that nobody related knows about. Real hidden reasons why bad things happen to good people. Original actions over distracted minds.

He could see the connection between things he had done and things that happened to both him and his loved ones. The message was clear, stop sinning and this will stop, keep sinning and this will keep happening. He wondered also why friends and family members seemed oblivious to these obviously directly delivered omens. He knew they knew, yet no one spoke of it directly.

For example one Christmas one person in each of his immediate family crashed their cars over around the same two week period. One had a near miss and David could read between the lines. Something was happening because someone had been up to no good.

It was during heightened stress inducing periods when David realised that his spiritual gifts where developing in giant steps.

Premonitions of accidents or preferably accident avoidance kept coming to him in dreams or psychic flashes.

He had psychic flashes before as a child and had also been developing psychic abilities via mediation around the Christmas period and the New Year.

More and more David began to realise that mental projections were actually projections of images from our minds eye before us that could be utilised to connect to the real world as premonitions of the moment, or the near future.

The minds way of connecting its powers of emotional deduction. After all, we use such a miniscule portion of our brains that cannot be utilised until we open them. He thought to himself.

It’s like the millennium was punishing us for having a good time, or causing suffering to innocent others. Whatever it is David knew, it was time to batten the hatches and dig deep into the inner world of the spirit; otherwise the four riders would surely come to get him. He didn’t want that, no sir-ee, not our David, the master of the inner world of man.

Its human nature to avoid talking about omens, as if it’s a sign of madness and insanity. An embarrassment to speak of the sins in question, any effort was met with anger and insult. Immediate dismissal of the subject and intolerable rejection of you the speaker for long periods of time afterwards.

Absolute denial, the last bastion of the ignorant, the nervous anxiety ridden inexcusable fools. That’s what we have to support us in our time of need, useless others, family rivals and enemy/friends. He thought again about their subconscious awareness and how he could see their awareness was indeed on another level. Whispering sickness.

People are not totally stupid, they have worked some things out. They have seen the spirits of friends, family and enemies manifesting through the bodies and faces of other people around them.

A car drives past and suddenly they see your face inside the face of a stranger behind the wheel. Or even sitting beside the driver, in spirit, then on second glance, your image vanishes. You see, he thought to himself, they do see, they just don’t talk about it. They push spirit experiences back into their ignorant subconscious mind. Blind to revelations. Listening evermore to the left hand paths advice, see-deny, see-deny. Idiot wise-men go to the devil, he thought.

Their minds allow them to be aware to a degree, then tell them to keep it to themselves. Millennium isolation helps, it’s all part of the master plan. Yet to David, all this secrecy is impotent. Where could he find people who would speak about these experiences?

The internet? Psychic groups? The rarer open-minded customers who thanked God they weren’t losing their minds and agreed with everything he spoke of.

Probably, but instinct told him, even then there would be mental ignorance, a rejection of normal human behaviour.

He feared this would also become a solitary journey. After all, why would the Devil allow people to support each other in this time of extraordinary tests and experiences. Surely other people would ruin any chance of supporting each other, wouldn’t they?

After all, that’s what people are for isn’t it? Disrupting each other, in the hope that they will then overtake each other in the rat race that is their lives. Sibling rivalry is where they learn that trick. Status complex shenanigans. He thought to himself.

A truck pulls past outside just as he stopped thinking about his philosophy, the timing itself was bizarrely coincidental. Almost as if it was some kind of space craft, carrying the soul bodies of his rivals, all mushed in together in a molecular mess, somewhere in the fuselage of the chassis, some sitting in the seats along with the invisible goon drone driver.

He had wondered this many times over the last few years, whenever the sound of traffic seemed to connect to his thoughts of other people. Like a thick soup of heavy energy seemed to abruptly leave the room suddenly as soon as a car, truck or bus passed by outside.

The coincidence was too strong to ignore, he thought. It then was always followed by a humming sound, like the humming of a large portable generator, the kind that road workers used to feed electricity to their instruments and tools. I’m not alone with these experiences he thought, many of my customers are having the exact same things happening around them.

He even researched the humming sound and found that many other people around the world were hearing it too. Some were absolutely sure that it was airborne and a spiritual form of communication for the collective consciousness of the millennium. Others, of course, were sceptical, hiding behind the safety of denial. It must help them avoid major guilt trips he thought. Or offer opportunities to practice control over the rest of us. Eureka!

Avoiding guilt trips is probably why people deny what’s going on in their heads, in their everyday lives. After all, human beings are very subconsciously aware of themselves, of their true inner selves and all the accumulated wisdom, experience and knowledge of their past lives. He mused to himself. Ah yes, David the muse. The philosopher, the creator of successful realities, what a healer!

It was obvious to him, they would never see intelligence in people like him, never want to. No matter how he applied himself, no matter what complicated musical instrument he became proficient at, he noticed. So called intelligent people never registered his abilities. It was always the other manipulatively driven stupid people. The people he knew to be emotionally intelligent, they too lived in a world where they were treated like sub humans, spoken of as dumb or monkey-like by giggling idiots obsessed about their makeup, there goatee or what their bodies looked like. Outwards appearances verses inner truths, interesting, he thought about the duality there.

What was the point in life? Suffering fools and suffering insult and injury just to scrape by and be treated like a sub human by inferior minded imbeciles. No wonder he delved into hedonistic pursuits in his youth to numb the pain and boredom of the meaninglessness of the world around him and its obsession with work and the financial responsibilities expected of academic studious others. The drab pursuit of trade subjects never appealed to him either. Too earthy a pursuit.

It was musicians, artists and talented people that he was attracted to. Bringing light into his life, to share with his enthusiastic peers, who effortlessly embraced the possibilities that the future holds for dreamers, dreamers with talent, dedication and self-belief.

Always and eternally feeling inside the absolute truth and excitement, that the art of music and good times was their calling.

He philosophised that when people challenged themselves, they were in control of huge forces. Forces that most people only experienced when their lives where in financial turmoil or when dealing with emotional disasters caused by failed marriages or relationships. The eternity that awaits within the yearning mournful mind of an infinitely romantic fool.

People who lived lives of great challenge would find oceans of excitement instead of deserts of fear, anxiety and oppression. They blinded themselves to suffering, used it to fuel their muse, exorcised it in song and dance. Painted it as a kaleidoscope of human emotion and expressed it as an enigma wrapped in the mysteriousness of our complicated dualistic psyche.

The youth of today wanted more than any other generation to fly high, to create things with their hands, with their minds. Life will break you, David would say, or you will break the mould and live as an artist and pay your way where other before you did also. As freely as a lark on the wing on a summers day in June.

Knowing also that is was a business and a serious one at that. Nobody was messing around in the scene he was aware of. Either on television, radio or locally. Musicians seemed to be absolutely dedicated and concentrated on perfecting their art and sending out a message of professionalism that to his eyes, was absolute. Even locally, some artists and musicians were quite successful, even internationally, for a small city of 75 thousand, that wasn’t bad, he would think to himself.

When you have a calling in life, you should always listen to its message, the message never ever stops. It’s what you were born to do, chosen to do. If the world of fame appealed more than becoming a local musician, then so be it, if that’s the road for you, he thought, then that’s what you aim for.

And as David did, he had had some success himself, nationally and internationally as a musician, as an actor and as a psychic healer. Even now there were client from all around the globe calling him for his counselling sessions over the phone and face to face from his office at home. Although some small lawsuits had cleared his will to continue working from home, he wasn’t wavered from his path as a healer. Thus working over the phone for the dreaded suicide support line became his only option for the time being.

The mountains of self-destructive others who seemed to dedicate themselves to the destruction of everything and everyone around them taught him that none of us are safe from jealous eyes and intrusive self-destructive others that cannot function without dysfunction.

Some of them were famous already, but he could see that deep within them there was a need to self-destruct. Usually always over emotional issues and nearly always to do with family phobias and from feeling un-loved or un-lovable. Immaturity at its best and a string of lawsuits built on lies and personal injustices to boot follow their ruptured testimonies like a shadowy phantom wherever they do roam.

The rest of us lie in their wake, he would say. Unless, like David, you know about the law and have a great solicitor and barrister at hand, for any occasion. The wolf within, is there for a reason, a fearless beast to help us survive the trolls, the headless imbeciles and their mothers, he would say. The souls of incorrigible negativity swarm through our world like a slithering worm, bent on devouring the innocent child whose only sin is to be born from a family that owes some debt to the dragon of misfortune.

The only people capable of having any semblance of professionalism were sober, responsible, respectful, hardworking people that had not time for party-animal wasters. Of course their main reason for developing such an attitude was after suffering the latter, mad hatter idiots who ruined all their hard work in the past. Not only that but any good word or reputation that the artist had built for themselves. The devils work is never done.

The world as he knew it was changing after all, now you could go to music school and study electric guitar, organ, saxophone etc. even if you couldn’t read music. There where schools for the unemployed popping up all over the country. Supporting the youth and telling it how it is in the professional world of music session employment. It was no longer necessary to become a part of a self-destructive drug fuelled, alcohol fuelled group of freaks from Hell. You could be hired by them to record their albums and then go home to your dinner afterwards, get paid and just move on. Without contracting aids, syphilis or their enormous moronic self-destructive personalities.

His work on the suicide hotline, which was paid work after some initial training by professional councillors, was well paid, just not as busy as it used to be. As was discussed before. It did lead to having ample time to work as a musician in his spare time, so life, as tough as it was, had its little perks, absolutely. Until the millennium recession of the millennium hit. The end of the beginning.

Chapter Two

The millenniums apocalyptic destructive force had a direct line into his personal space. He knew that in many ways he had set this up for himself, his inner genius was on the ball and awarded him absolute knowledge as to people’s favourite game, blame. The apocalyptic rider of war, insurgence recession and destruction globally and locally.

The blame-game, bastion of immature adults of both the academic mind and of the emotional intelligence kind. You know, sensitive neurotic borderline personality syndrome sufferers. Your ex partners, their grandmothers and their energy vampire spirit guides, all out to stop your dreams of a successful love-life and career.

Their stress, became his stress, it wasn’t really a suicide hotline for the good Samaritans, but more a dump your problems on some unsuspecting human being that the world also uses as a doormat and a stooge.

Just look at the people he worked for, for example. Even though they were the only company left that he would actually work for. All the others had dried up completely or were offering a wage that basically couldn’t cover the cost of his weekly electricity bills.

The fences were closing in, although, once and a while, he realised that even evil pedantic people can show their human side. It’s not their fault that demonic forces rule their countenance like an academic loves meaningless empty waffle and the fact that to them, there are no gods, no souls, no after-life, no innocence and only the monument to anal retentive spiritual failure to give them a reason or ignorance.

Hey, at least they had Xanax to buffer reality and keep emotions at bay eh? God bless consumer drugs, they’re better than Gucci handbags and suicide right? Apart from euthanasia, if things really get that bad, God bless.

Eureka! So there was a reason why he had stayed with this company through thick and through thin (Touch wood) only a devil could hold down the fort of such an insidiously managed profession, doing good to depressed people. Gods work done by devils.

When you think about it, that’s what all “Healthcare” professions experience, huge forces of opposition trying to create problems for everyone. The only real problem in the workplace that is completely intolerable is sexual harassment, especially the psychological kind. He thought. Who would expect it in a charity based government funded company like his? No-one, that’s who...,

“I mean, people who make your flesh crawl, even if they never even speak or look at you, he mused to himself. I mean, I’ve seen this kind of problem escalating in my callers lives, it’s why I took a solitary job myself, he thought. At least you’re alone at home away from the mindless demonically possessed yuppies you work for right?” David laughed to himself.

Just last night, there was a woman on the line whose job situation was abusive beyond belief. He told her about his conspiracy theory, that many colleagues were attracted to certain people that they felt were open to bullying or insult. They yearned to abuse the unsuspecting innocents like us. People who only wanted to do good and help others. Eternally vilified for our sins.

“The ever increasingly overly sensitive world we are all now living in was highly unusual and very alien to what our lives were like before the millennium began. We are all thrown into the deep end of what can only be described as a hyper transformation of the human race, mentally, and spiritually.” He explained to her.

Not only was she experiencing extremely bizarre human behaviour in the people around her, but was also experiencing bizarre spiritual energies around her also. She, like many of David’s clients that had found they were being pushed beyond their breaking points in every aspect of their lives were in shock and awe at how some colleagues were so damned evil.

He used to inject some humour into his work by explaining that from his point of view, the millennium existence was in itself hit with a type of culture shock internal virus, planted by human beings from the future. To force us to take responsibility for the extremely fragile status of our planet at this moment in time.

That out new world indeed came with miraculous new mental abilities, that only stress could induce. Because, with greater stress in our lives, we are forced to make decisions, solutionary decisions for survival.

For more discipline, more responsibility for our health, our emotional and mental health and that means making real choices. He dished out practical advice that would save many lives throughout his working career. He even took up studying psychology and psychiatry in his spare time, gaining diplomas in therapy and even gaining some private clients locally by advertising for free over the internet.

For a brief period of time he had finally achieved a dream he had had for many years, respect as a therapist. Until the glitches of the millennium bug found him in his self-made Nirvana and crushed his realities back into a pulverised shadow of their former selves.

To keep us humble, he told himself, to keep life normal and also dreamlike at the same time, yes, weird and bizarre and mundane all at the same time.

It took him some time to realise that he was being given an education from some outside force. An unseen force that was penetrating his personal space like a superhuman poltergeist on poltergeist amphetamines. It took a while to accept but there was no denying that there were huge forces at work in the world around all of the people on this planet.

“Everybody was in denial, it’s better than completely losing the plot.” He would say.

“Necessary forces that via stress would get our attention and teach us, educate us, show us clearly and without any doubt, that we were not alone. Not in the sense that we were not alone the way we used to mean, but that there where alert, alive, aware human beings all around us on or from another level or planet or time zone, directly affecting our lives.” He said to Rebecca, one of his recent clients.

“Something I have read in the past explained to him parts of this philosophy, or reality. It was scientists, pre millennium, who spoke of an invention that close to the beginning of the millennium a scientific invention would affect time, accidentally. Or for a distinct purpose moulded by people, or purpose from the future. Einstein had predicted something along the lines of a worm hole and the folding of time.” He continued.

“Hadron colliders we have a plenty, and these forces are huge, already beyond our wildest imaginations, right here right now on our planet. Humming away.” Rebecca replied back to a bemused David.

His own theory was that people from the present, were being awoken to their own actual futures. As in the communication we will have in the future with people we have either yet to meet, or with our future selves.

“There are many aspects of this situation, but the people who are already in the future that are, at any given moment communicating with us, the people from their pasts.

Linking with us in our present and allowing us to link with them in the future. At any given moment of our lives ever since the very first day of the millennium, year 2000.

String theory and worm hole time folding, or time travel itself are infantile to the people of the future, who can bend time whenever or however they feel like it. “He waffled on and she lapped it up.

“Modern science has to catch up with ancient spiritual and psychic achievements. In fact, the serendipity and zeitgeist factor, the coincidence factor the destiny of our whole universe, its reason for being and its practical gifts and opportunities will all be revealed over the thousand years of the millenniums time period, up until the year 3,000.” David said to Rebecca.

“It’s astounding the possibilities humanity has at its fingertips.” Rebecca replied.

“Human consciousness has evolved in jumps, not slowly over time. Zeitgeist theories have proven that when one caveman found fire, cavemen thousands of miles away found fire also. By absorbing psychic, mental information. Art, language, music, mathematics, spirituality and religion, they all sprung up collectively around the globe.

Now we are entering a time where we are collectively aware that other people think, other people are aware that we think, that we are self-aware, we hear voices in our heads, we send out messages from our hearts, our bodies and we know the receiver feels these messages. We also know that other people think that we think they exist. Still this is not enough for us to believe that that’s actually true. We understand that good people appear to exist and that bad ones don’t. Because they are carriers of mental and spiritual bacteria.

All throughout time, stress has been the deciding factor as to the limitations put on our mental abilities. Fear and stress have forced some people to believe in one thing or the other, for example the existence of a divine being, i.e. God, or gods. And fear and stress have forced an exact opposite number of people who don’t believe, or don’t want to believe for their own reasons.

Possibly emotional turmoil for a start, sibling rivalry as a very young child can last a lifetime; it is a nasty spirit that ruins all of our lives, at times.” He mused as he hung up the phone and ended the session with Rebecca.

Not long afterwards the doorbell rang and Jessica, one of his favourite clients was standing there for her four o`clock session of healing energy work, psychic mediumship and the endless perambulating theosophical musings David supplied to his willing clients like Jessica.

“Hi Jessica! welcome! Come on in, the heat is on ad the kettle has just boiled for the two of us. Take a seat in the therapy room and I will be in shortly.” David told her as she took off her coat and smiled that friendly warm smile she had for the special few.

“Thank you David. I have been writing every day like you told me and have finished editing my twelfth chapter only yesterday. Whew! Thank God!” Jessica told him as she sat down on the sofa his clients used for their therapy sessions.

“Fantastic.” David replied back to her as he brought in some herbal tea with honey, just as she like it.

“My ex-husband is envious of my new life and wants to inhibit my spending on therapy sessions, writing and those short holiday breaks you told me would energise my spirit.” Jessica said.

People can’t help but reflect their ears onto their chosen targets of blame. Especially the ones carrying the virus of jealousy.” David replied as he sat down by his work desk.

“Anger and hate, the little Hitler’s that try to dominate our lives. They are the biggest victims of all, poor little unloved egos, mummies got a new baby, it’s the end of the world, the end of being special. Never will they get over it, they never get clearances and even if they do, they don’t want to change inside, where it counts. Horror is not something that is easily banished from the spirits of our relatives or ex partner’s retarded thoughts, damaged souls, possessed of some kind of negative energy and full of blame.

“Too true, it’s all over now though, I only see him when he is picking up the kids and even then its only for a moment, then I am gone the second he opens his hypocritical mouth.” Jessica said.

If you believe in God.” David said to her, “Then knowing why other people don’t, or don’t want to accept divine existence, explains their behaviour.” He continued his session with her until she had relaxed enough to accept the healing energies and divine presence of the higher angels were again supporting her life’s work. They said their goodbyes at the door as always and Jessica went her way home with a feeling of absolute safety within. “God bless that man!” She sang to herself as she drove on her way.

This, support of angelic people, one of his many understandings of the human psyche, helped him, help his ever increasingly sensitive yet desperate for moral and spiritual support customers. People just like Jessica, a God believing true blue angelic healer.

Many of his customers agreed with his theories, albeit the shorter version of them. Some of them were on the exact same wavelength and couldn’t believe they had found someone who understood the world they were living and suffering in.

Other customers were just in need of a crutch to lean on and didn’t want anything but a pep talk and the number of a local psychologist. Which once and a while they would use, to his amazement, his reputation locally started to shine and some psychiatrists even sent clients his way. “Wow.” He thought. “It really is possible to grow up and become an adult, against the wishes of our rivals and peers.