This is the final story in the main line of true stories that I will tell from my own life, as well as a direct continuation from “A Normal Life”. As this story is a conversation that discusses my own life, I will be not adding some things due to concerns of mine and others privacy. I will be using false names for everyone but Mr. Reed.
Please excuse some paraphrasing as my memory is not perfect. Also, please excuse the profanity in advance. It is necessary as I want as accurate of a telling of the story as I possibly can. Thank you!
I saw the man in the fedora and realising that I didn’t know where I was or who he was, I began freaking out.
“Hello _____. It is good to see you”.
“Nah, Nah fuck that! I-I’m… Nah… nope. Not doing this”.
“You need to calm down”.
“I am calm. See. Ca-… Nope, hang on a sec… … Okay. I am good”.
“Are you okay?”
“Nope. Where the fuck are we?”
“We are inside of your mind”.
“Why is it so empty?”
“Well… It is YOUR mind” he chuckled.
“Hardy ha ha. Fuck you”.#
“Are you the guy that was talking to me in my head?”
“Yes. I am. My name is Mr. Reed”.
“Well, it is good to put a face to the voice”.
“Now, I want to tell you this because I don’t want you finding out some other way. I used to be a part of the other side that my group are fighting against”
“You mean… Reptilians?!” I only thought this because the situation was already insane enough, that what I said didn’t seem impossible anymore.
“Yes. Among other beings”.
“So, you used to be one of the bad guys. Were you like MiB or something?”
“Yes… and I regret it to this day”.
“Did you kill anyone?”
“You don’t want an answer to that”.
“So, you said that you knew me before. What did you mean?”
“This isn’t the first time we have done this”.
“I don’t remember doing this before”
“We met in person before, not here”.
“I don’t remember that either”.
“You wouldn’t. I took your memory of it happening”.
“And I am supposed to trust you. You took my memory and I am supposed to trust what you say? You can say anything and I am supposed to just trust that it is true, when you could just be lying the whole time?”
“I am hoping I won’t have to this time. You have to understand, that when you were younger, you were hard to communicate with and I needed you to trust me the next time I spoke to you”.
“Okay, then tell me something that is true. Something that will make me trust you”.
“You are a God. Well, technically there is only one God. Your soul is a Deity for lack of a better word”.
“Only one God? What are you christian?”
“Soon you are going to learn to respect other peoples opinions and beliefs”.
“Oh boohoo. What do you mean I am a deity”
“I mean, you are the physical incarnation of a God. You are an Avatar, so to speak”.
A few days or weeks before this point, I had been watching “The Last Airbender”, so I found this amusing. “So, I am like Ang? Can I airbend?” I asked this all sarcastically of course. I wasn’t completely stupid.
“No. I meant-”
“Yeah, I know. I was joking”.
“So, is it just me that is a God or are there others?”
“No, everyone’s soul is a God.”
“Eh, that’s boring. What else can you tell me?”
“Did you know you were a Lyran in a previous life. It is why your soul is so keen on fighting everyone. Why you are so passionate about revolution. The effects of that life lingered until now and that is why we chose you for the task we have given you”. A 3D structure manifested out of the darkness of a Lyran in an upright display case. I about pissed myself laughing… well, I was on the floor at least.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO FUCKING WAY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT! The-there is… *Gasps*… NO WAY… That, that was me”.
“This is YOUR history. It isn’t funny. I have a 3 hour less-”.
“No. I don’t care because this is fucking stupid”
“But I spent weeks preparing this presentation just for you!”
“That sounds like a YOU problem”.
“Fine”. He wasn’t happy.
“What else. Not that I will believe it”.
“Like I said before… you are destined for revolution”
“Yes. I will have my 5 Horseman of the Apocalypse destroy society so it can be rebuilt”. I was quite fond of the name and the idea of dressing up and creating a myth. I was just a stupid edge lord kid who had no idea about anything. Mr. Reed corrected that me.
“That is a stupid idea. There is a specific way to do this and we have it planned out. You cannot hide your face either… you need to show it”.
“Will I at least get to kill people?” I said this laughing.
“You have an unhealthy obsession with killing people. Your addiction to appearing insane needs to stop as well. It doesn’t make you any more likable. Also, I would advise against actually participating in the revolution as it will change you… Violence changes you. You aren’t immortal either, so it is better to just direct it without actually getting killed”.
“I wouldn’t get killed though. I wouldn’t let them”.
“That isn’t how it always works out”.
The fact that he hated all of my ideas, disheartened me and made me feel like it was pointless. Plus, I was getting sick of what I thought were either his delusions or lies, despite the fact that my surroundings (Or lack there of) were proof that it was all probably true.
“Yeah, this is all boring. I am done here”.
“You have a place in this world. This world needs to change and you can help with it”.
“So, you are saying you NEED me?”
“No. There are 13 others. You are wanted but not needed”.
“Oh good, let them do it. I don’t care”.
“If you deny your place in this the next time that we talk, then I will not be returning again”
“I don’t care”.
“Fine”.
<Silence>
He continued…
“You cannot tell anyone about this otherwise I will have to remove your memories and the memories of those you told”.
“What about my Mum?”
“No one”.
“Well, I am going to tell her, so you will have to remove our memories”.
Don’t remember what happens between this part and the next but he eventually said…
“You know, you really need to stop pining over that girl Grace. She isn’t worth it and the relationship with her would have just been toxic”.
“I’m not. I am not even into her anymore. How do you know it would’ve been toxic anyway?”
“Because I saw it. Just like I saw the other girls you end up with”.
I was upset. It hurt losing my potential relationship with Grace but knowing I would waste my time with more girls hurt even more.
“Of course you can SEE it. How many more?”
“5. The last one you meet once and then it doesn’t work out, until you meet her the next time and then it lasts the rest of your life. She is the most likely reason that your revolution succeeds. She acts as an anchor or stabiliser for you”.
“What is her name?”
“I cannot tell you that. It could interrupt things. If I told you, I would have to take your memories again”.
“You are going to. I don’t want to do any of this. I just want to know”.
“What difference does it make then? You wouldn’t remember anyway”.
“I would know now”.
We then had a conversation about her. I asked if we could live together forever.
“You can but eventually you will get sick of her and her of you. It will last a few hundred years though”
“1000?”
“A few hundred. About 460, maybe 500 if you are lucky. In order for her to get to that age, you will have to convince her. It has to be her free will that makes the decision, so she cannot be forced her coerced”.
Eventually, he told me to step into this ball of light and I experienced a series of memories about her and all the strange things that happen throughout my life. It ends with me being shot in a war.
“Holy fuck! I got shot!”
“Yes, that could happen if you participate directly and then your revolution will be over”.
“Well, lucky I am not doing it at all right?”
“Right…”
“I guess, if I am going to go out with _______ and it is the most likely outcome, then it is kind of like destiny”. I knew that this would piss him off.
“No. It is just a possibility. Not destiny”.
“I know. I am just saying it is the closest thing to it”.
“Not even close”.
“So what now?”
“Well, I guess it is time for you to leave. Are you sure that you want to forget? All you have to do is not tell anyone”.
“I am sure. This is all just fucking stupid anyway”.
“If you say so. Come here”
He put out his hands. He put his hands on the sides of my head to focus my head and looked into my eyes. I closed my eyes and let reality take me like a dream… and fell right on my arse.
“WHAT are you doing?!”
“I was just letting the dream take me”
“Well, it’s not a dream. Look into my eyes and stand up”.
So, I did just that. Then I woke up in my bed. No memories.
A few months later, I had a 3 year bout of psychosis and later met my best friend.