He could feel the magic sizzling in the air, roiling it and bending it.  And behind that there was the pale glow and the sense of space as the other worlds came into focus.  Earlier he had been looking at the picture of the master and he felt the movement of energy behind the presences in his mind.  Everything had changed, everything had moved, and as usual there was no explanation forthcoming, only an endless parade of obedience and servility, bootlicking morons cheerfully cheerleading their underlings.  There was nothing left in the world but rationalization and filth and death.  “Where can we all be going?” he wondered.  “And what difference can it make?”

He continually remembered a conversation he’d had with Nate years before, talking about how bad Jesus sucks as a spiritual teacher and he kept elaborating it in his mind, going on to imagine he’d talked about the Moons of Saturn and a lot of other stuff that made no sense.  George Lucas was watching him, he knew.  There had to be a way around it. But he had the power, he knew, he could feel them and hear them in his mind whispering about it, whispering about the things he could do.  He could feel his mind expand to incorporate an inner reality beyond the plane of Earth.  He had never really given a damn about the Earth, he supposed.  Or maybe he had and they had simply wanted to prove him wrong and humiliate him.  He couldn’t remember how it had all started.  All he knew was that the air was opening up and there were beings there.  Perhaps they wouldn’t judge him, but what difference could that possibly make?  It was all hierarchical.  It was all movement from bullshit to bullshit.  He could look back in time, look back over his entire life and probably back to the one before and see obedience and servility, pompousness and the love of emptiness.

But at least it could end.  He was probably going to yell at someone on the other side, or more likely just forget they ever existed.  They were meaningless twerps.  After all their talk of service, what had they served but mediocrity and filth?  What had they engendered in the world but pomposity and failure and accusation?  What good were those bow-ties and goofy trashy robes?

What difference does it make, anyway?  Soldier Field, the most sacred ground in America?

Across America, they were all reading his blog.  He was out on the cocreative edge of creation.  I believe my life is over.  They struck him with a scimitar.  There had been other lives before, and there would be other lives later.  I can only wonder now why it was so vitally important.  I can only wonder now why it was so vitally important.  But the portal was opening, and he was going to pass through into the infinite.  And there would be someone on the other side.  He was going home at last.