We are worried

Dear Ryan, 

As you are probably aware by now we are concerned for your safety. We haven't heard from you in several weeks and as reclusive behaviour is not really your style we are worried. Look mate I don't want you don't think we are being intrusive or intend to encroach on your personal space in any way (we respect your privacy and consider your life to be your own) but we have dropped around several times this week and you haven't been in. Again this is unusual for you. Not to be morbid but I keep thinking about that woman who was deceased in her Sydney home for....I think was it 9 years??? Right here in the inner city. In fact only 3 blocks from you. Nobody knew! Her house became her mausoleum. Imagine the neighbours going about their business while next door...well, you get the idea. The point is Sydney, like any large city, can be a cold place and we really need to look out for each other. We talked to your neighbour. The Russian lady...Mrs. Ogiyecich I think it is? And she said she hasn't seen you either which is odd because you do seem to have a pretty regulated schedule what with your job and dealing with some of the psychological issues which you have talked about during our past conversations. I am specifically referring to the 'episodes' whereby you find yourself becoming disorientated. These are of particular concern to us. Temporal dislocation is a symptom of a much deeper ailment. Anyway in light of all this we decided to talk to the elders and asked what course of action should be taken and they said the first step would be to write this letter. Remember Ryan this physical existence that we all are so enamoured with and all the endless complications it incurs…it is all simply an illusion. Remember our training sessions? Behind this veil of flesh and bone there is true understanding and knowledge. If you are unsure, if you need reminding, strike yourself in the face as hard as you can. Do it now Ryan. Three times. That pain you feel? The mark left behind by your striking hand? The ringing in your ears. The rising anger in your primitive mind. All of these things are nothing but illusions. Brilliant illusions but illusions nevertheless. This goes for everything around you mate. Your house on Bryant street. Your job at the bakery. Your parents. The corn flakes in your cupboard. Your name. Mrs. Ogiyecich next door and her tired old dogma about in a big man up in the sky. (It astounds us that they still cling to this childish mythology). I am recalling our discussion when you told me she was trying to influence you. I wonder if this has swayed you in regards to the group? Don't be fooled Ryan. I heard them singing today, huddled together in one of their old stone temple in Surrey Hills. I have to tell you mate, to my ear it sounds like a cry of uncertainty to a mute and deaf God. We are different. You and I and all members of the Group. Make no mistake, transmutation will occur with or without you. The time and date of the ritual remains the same (3 pm on the 23rd of August, 2018). As you know the exact location is yet to be announced for security reasons.

This is the gift we have given to you Ryan. Please do not squander it. On that happy day, standing with us, all this artificiality will be stripped away. Your senses peeled back, you will see all the human gimmicks laid bare. Human history, science, vacuum cleaners, reality TV…all of it a dream we have become addicted to. I promise you Ryan...you will see again.

Your friends,

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