The Mystery

By: Symbolica

(written in 1995; revised in 1996)

"He had lived long enough to know that it is unwise to wish everything explained."

-Benjamin Disraeli

I have discovered a hypnotic session in which I can toggle between three dimensions. This mystery applies to the Labyrinth, the spirit world, which I can reach when in deep meditation. The effects of such a session: an overwhelming of the emotions, senses, and physical being in their nature. In another dimension, spirits dwell, watching us earthlings if they can, affecting their own environment and our own environment when they can. The aliens who people see nowadays (all too often and all too exploited): the Masters of the Labyrinth. First, I thought the Masters contained confusion about the human race, which would explain their shocking experiments upon the human race. By taking my people (the Secretios), the Masters gained access to experiments beyond unethical. The Masters, masters of psychology, strove to discover a way to mate my species with their own. They put some of us, the content spirits in the Labyrinth of a secret (archaic) society, in the bodies of humans, forcing us to return over and over to the painful human society (which always seemed to have some deviating flaw waiting to pounce upon us). Bodhisattvas, they called us, breaking our once motley unified group into variating branches. A bodhisattva is the ideal saint of Mahayana Buddhism: one whose essence is wisdom, a saint who refuses to enter into nirvana so that he / she can remain on earth to help others attain nirvana and vows to continue to do so until all beings are saved. It is evident that the Masters are trying to play the role of arahats, our opposites. In Therava Buddhism, an arahat is "one who deserves": one who has perfected oneself by that person's own willpower, follows the teachings of the Buddha, and attains nirvana. Do I tell a fictional tale? Nay, yet I find no proof to give to you.

Sometimes there seems no other reason for me to exist other than to write books which entertain humans, and no soul may believe the mysterious events which occur in my life. I have considered suicide; I realized the Masters would only punish me severely for disobedience and send me back here. God can save my soul from the damnation of returning to the Labyrinth if I live through this life with faith. Maybe I do not physically exist, and no soul will believe such an absurd fact for I exist as a part of everyone's imagination. I stand different, set apart, from the rest of the population. Except for the few Secretios who dwell in human flesh as I do, everyone seems either "normal" or "crazy." Others label me as in-between; unfortunately, this World despises and loathes to the heart that which stands as in-between. So, what other option stands there other than for me to emanate complaints all of my life?

The more people only see and respond to my "shell" and not my soul, the more the time of life stretches. People denounced me as a servant of the Devil in almost every location I visited; I do not serve the Devil. Those people cannot see the reality of life; they did not spend their whole lives trying to answer ethereal riddles. My devotion to answering these aesthetic questions brought a nexus between the spiritual world and me. I saw what my true identity reeks of. Startled and sexually repressed, I met my familiar: the handsome Angelire. I call this spirit Joseph casually, falling in love with his intellect and the form he took in my mind. I thought of him, at first, as an imaginary friend. After he showed psychic visions and gave me thundering revelations, I fell under his spell. I called him my son: he listened to my stories of FunWorld with awe. I called him my brother: he watched out for me, giving stern warnings about the Tempters before they attempted to "destroy" me, Dodger Maxwell. I called him my lover: I made love to the invisible being underneath the sheets, away from the eyes of others. After seeing the riddles he gave me, you will most likely agree of his true existence.

If you believe in God, please believe that God gives certain people supernatural powers to bring hope to communities everywhere. I cry out to you to believe in the Bodhisattva Society which now bears the name "the Secretios." I cry out for you to believe in the place where unsaved souls and bodhisattvas and Masters dwell, which bears numerous titles: the Labyrinth, Hell, Sheol, Purgatory, and Elysium. I cry out for you to believe in the power of God to save beings from facing unbearable pain in the Labyrinth, which manifested itself in Jesus (the Christ, the Messiah). Triumphant we shall stand as creatures, all under God and above the Warlock and the Man Who Bears Mercury's Hat. Plans proceed slowly, yet the jobs shall complete themselves in time.

"Dangers untold, hardships unventured. I have fought my way to the Castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen, and my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me."

-The South Corner (who was quoting a line from Labyrinth)

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