Warning! Do Not Read In Bed

Passage six

Be thou a spirit of heath or goblin damned,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape

That I will speak to thee.

SHAKESPEARE

Recently I slipped away from The Fiend into the disc of a compact disc player. The spirit in the CD player I had not met before. Could this spirit tell ego enhancing tales? If ego had not done it then ego knew somebody who had. Apparently ego had perpetuated a huge new group of followers for The Fiend by passing into an object that has become widespread throughout most of the world, apart from a portion of Arabia. Even before the introduction of mass production. Ego bragged about it so much the Johnny Cash country and western disc I occupied ceased to be boring. Apparently to achieve the aim this smart arse spirit had to turn a really nice man into an utter bastard, a turn coat, one whose name would become synonymous with traitor. The act the man performed was such a simple gesture but its implications were devastating; turning a solid, honest, trustworthy character into a betrayer with one action. Ridicule for evermore. My irksome friend made the tale last a life time:

'I had to use all my persuasive powers to get the man to place the kiss. Jesus Christ was hung on the cross. Judas was eliminated as a boys' name for ever.'

The spirit bored on and on.

Apparently on the death of Jesus Christ my boring unkie flitted to the cross:

'Is it not amazing that that religious symbol became a world wide spread entity?' The spirit boasted.

The windbag bored a hole in my defences. I am sure you are becoming aware I was desperate to get out of that disc. My boring buddy was also an unashamed title tumbler:

'I was also responsible for the death of that well known singer. To achieve this I had to flit from guitar to girl, to hairdresser to girl, to Cadillac to girl, to cheeseburger to girl, to cannabis to girl, to double cheeseburger to girl, to amphetamines to girl, to heroin to girl, to triple cheeseburger, to my other legend.'

Ego suggested that he was responsible for the charisma of Jesus and Elvis Presley. What a bore!

'A friend of mine influential in the more interesting aspects of community could use a spirit of your skills. He rewards loyalty very well.' I suggested trying to appeal to his ego. Making the mistake of thinking I could use him. He had bored my defences down. I am now certain he is an informant, or worse an agent, of the Control of the Itinerant Animus. Worryingly he will have definitely secreted more of The Fiend's spirits closer to me, ousting my supporters.

The Fiend is getting nearer.

End of passage six.

NOTES FROM PETE

Hi. Thanks again to all those following.

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Pete