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A Chapter by Bob

John lay on his bed ready for what was next, hoping that all would go to plan. When he got home he headed for bed, sleep definitely was the answer nothing else. Sleep did help and he was refreshed besides experiencing what he thought to be the first stages of hyperthermia. His mother questioned him about his choice of clothing but he just waved it off and she didn’t bother probing any further. As soon as he got out of the shower, he got a phone call from Jim. “Hey I was going to come check up on you man but I’m soaked “he sounded as if he was shivering. John thought the effects of his workplace helper must have worn off by the time he left for home “Its fine I just needed to sleep it off I feel much better now. Trust me what you need now is a shower it’ll feel great” Jim was laughing and John thought it must’ve not completely worn off “Thanks man anyway the reason I called was to tell you to drink some tea”. The tea Jim was talking about was one of many psychedelic plants he had grown. “I’ll bring some over if you need man” “No I still have some Salvia but why would I want to drink tea” “To talk to the voice man. The way you explained it seemed like it was cut off like you needed practice or just a way to better expand your mind, alter your consciousness. The tea will do all that improve your concentration. Everything you’ll need to have a quick chat with it.” “Sometimes I forget how smart you are, too bad all the drugs will probably take care of all that smarts. That’s sounds like a great idea man Thanks I’ll try it.” “You crack me up young Jonathon; now go take that sweet sweet medicine” He sipped the last of his tea and after lying on his bed for what felt an eternity he disappeared. He couldn’t feel his body or anything else. Couldn’t remember anything he was in the consciousness that opened its door only to the clearest and most spiritual but in John’s case the one with the secret recipe. This was where he would drift between memories and live moments in his past. He would wake up in his old home or his grandparent’s old living room but today he somehow managed to regain a small bit of his awareness and ordered his mind to speak. “I know you’re there. I want answers.” He could feel himself very slowly slipping away, his eyes would shut now and he would wake up somewhere else. “Johnny you came to visit bud” the voice was delighted just as before. “Who are you, what do you want, why, how, everything I want to know everything no nonsense just give me answers.” The sound of the voice woke him up and brought back that motivation he had the night they had talked but John knew he didn’t have time he could feel it gnawing at him like a clock hanging overhead. “It’s all good Johnny I’ll spill the beans. I don’t have all the answers but you know those naps you took sure re-energized my batteries bud” “No nonsense” John was practically yelling which was surprising seeing that he usually couldn’t even say one word in this state. “Cool your jets. I know only what you know Johnny. We are the same I am you. You see Johnny I don’t know the reason but one day when you opened your eyes I saw it. I saw you so I tried talking to you and it worked. I’m not the zombie anymore we’re connected now and it’s beautiful bud.” “Are you a different person or something?” “Nope I know everything you know. All the memories you can’t access I know, the things you too lazy to do, I do them Johnny but now we can do everything together.” It sighed in relief as if it its work was done. “Why and how? Speak.” John commanded, he just took all the information in but didn’t process it yet. “Don’t know bud. Thought we could figure that one out together, you see this is only the first step Johnny we’ll be chatting all the time, soon enough. Hey sorry about today it was funny as hell though?” John knew that time was running out but he couldn’t help himself “What about today?” “I kinda figured I’d have to do something drastic so.... I let the beautiful sun shine Johnny but I’ll tell you bud if you didn’t recharge plus this nice trip you’ve got going here we never would have been able to talk now.” It wasn’t that farfetched so John wasn’t taken aback by the act itself but by the power this... whatever it was had. “Jo...Johnny” and it was gone again. Complete silence and while John floated in Limbo, slowly and with extreme difficulty he processed everything the voice said. Firstly, Schizophrenia was definitely out of the picture now. It did not bring as much relief as you would expect but good news nonetheless. It was real no doubt about that. However, what difference does it make? Is it a new power and after the fact what was he supposed to do with it? John couldn’t remember the last time he put this much effort into anything, especially anything concerning his life most times he just went with the steady flow of things and that may have answered all his questions. In Mary’s bedroom Johnny sat on her bed, this was the really good tea. He could smell her scent all around, he knew the buzzer was going to sound soon and he’d wake up. He’d wake up somewhere else so he just lifted his feet on the bed lying on his back he let go and let it take him to wherever the next stop was.

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