Dear Sir,
the mission is going extremely well at the present time. Ever since my last
wobble over the Easter period, I have really shifted into gear. I had a wild
revelation concerning reincarnation and past lives, revealed to me in God’s
Holy Word. If you thought that the enormity of the task at hand was daunting
(and it was), then this stretches beyond the pale. I have finally found out who
I am.
I had a good
old tussle with a tarantula possessing human consciousness during the recent
relapse. I pushed the amphetamine hard and handed myself over in to the clasp
of the demoniac. I spent time with that unexplainable thing of a woman again to
serve my selfish sexual desires, that woman who shoots arrows into my back from
the shadows. This sinfulness attracted the spider.
I almost
left my home. Where’d I’d be now is anybody’s guess. I’m pleased to report that
now both the arachnid and the woman are kaput. I believe that the enemy
believed they had me with that foul pair. I myself was relieved to come through
unscathed. But alas here I am now alive and well, striding gainfully towards
Fair Weather once more, a place where all my problems seem halved.
Far from
being sunshine and roses, my recent success has only galvanised the enemy’s
enthusiasm for my demise. They are now attacking me on a minute-by-minute
basis, responding to every nuance of thought process in my head. Their relentlessness
is both tiring and draining, Alan. Their pettiness is hard to believe. They repeat
themselves, over and over again. I could save the world and they wouldn’t give
me credit for it. They say I am nothing. They treat my peace and virtue like
battle cries to war. For several hours on a Sunday afternoon I could understand
it, but their persistence belittles me around the clock and has done for years.
I get through the day only to be greeted by yet another dawn of hatred-mongers.
If I’m lucky, I’ll have an inspiring dream to break up the affliction. If not,
it’ll be a painful night terror to consolidate the worriment.
I wish I
could guarantee you 100% success, but addiction is such a cunning, baffling and
insidious foe that I can never have confidence in my flesh ever again. That
being said, I will try my darndest to fulfil my duty. I had a hard time getting
over a Satanic Ritual last week. No, I wasn’t at one! I just perceived one. Its
dark delights resonated with me. I felt a genuine fear of helplessness
regarding my carnal instincts. The women present were a mixture of goddess and
harlot, participating in an orgy lest of ethics. Fortunately I discovered a
Holy Rite not long after which restored my faith. The Rite involved little
angels basking in glorious light. I was worried that the Good Lord might have
no answer to Satanic Ritual.
Hope you and
your family are well, Alan. Jon Connor, signing out.
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