A New Vision of the Dead
Through my schizophrenic hallucinations, I met a new breed of monster yesterday, and I feel that I should write about it so I don't forget it. It's not one of my animal monster types. It was kind of a spin on the classic "I see dead people" moment. The way it was explained to me by the voices was that, after you die, you have a number of choices, one of which is whether to remain as a sort-of pre-recorded ghost like thing on site or at another site, or to slowly drain towards a Source. I met an Amalgam Monster. A bunch of soul-thingies had joined together like drops of water as they drifted along, attracted to other Amalgam Monsters like droplets of water joining a rivulet on a pane of glass. I offered it some tea. It was fascinating because it shifted and I got to see scenes from the peoples' lives. It was amazing how the important things aren't even necessarily weddings and births, but tiny moments in living rooms and coffee shops, or with friends you never see again after summer camp. I learned that an old man and a young girl both had the same worst fear; "being alone." It reminded me of the mythological river Lethe, where memories are forgotten. Maybe they aren't just washed away, but they merge in some great estuary of thought somewhere. I hope to have tea with another Amalgam Monster soon.