The Seventh Chakra
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CHAPTER 26
Was he the only one who knew the truth? Michael thought.
Why couldn't he have died in the plane? He wanted a drink so he could be lost, like before in amnesia.
He felt disgusted with himself. He had to masturbate to achieve the sexual tension which allowed him to join during the opening, since he no longer was part of the keys.
There were so many of them there he couldn't believe it. The kid Billy had replaced him. That was why he had to do what he did to join them.
“John, why do I have to love you so, why can't I hate you?” He anguished.
“Oh God!” He cried aloud, then broke into bitter laughter.
What a joke. Was he the only one who knew? The knowledge was like a poison; oh so sweet to the taste, but bitter to the stomach.
He could still hear his Grandfather shouting, “You sniveling fool, God is dead!”
But then there's John, he grunted, and he doesn't know what's going on.
There had been so many of them there tonight. He felt so many others attaching themselves to those who were allowed to be there. He should not have been able to join them, but what else could he do? It was up to him—because no one else could stop what was going to happen.