Look! Over there at the man sitting at the table, writing by candlelight. Listen to that tune he whistles! Let’s get closer and see what he’s writing. Be quiet though, we mustn’t me heard. We don’t want to disturb his flow. I’ll whisper it to you, close your eyes.

I’ve been sitting here for a while now writing spider songs and whistling an ant leg tune. Seems like it’s been a while since I woke up before the afternoon, and I just thought that I would play a little one two three hip hop tip tap for my eight legged friends. I think I’m really starting to get the hang of this, but every time I look at the floor I seem to forget that feeling. I feel a longing for something else. I feel there is something that I have forgotten. Something… important.

I can usually figure it out if I retrace my footsteps and see what I did previously. It’s kind of like rebooting a computer. I can put myself back into a similar situation that once worked and know that it will work again because in a sense I have done it before. That’s quite a task for an old man like me.

There are things I know that I haven’t told anyone ever before. There are things I have seen that will melt your heart into lava and you will see the sunset from not one but ten billion perspectives all at the same time. I have learned the language of the others and I realize they speak through channels. They themselves may not be intelligent but the souls embodied within them may be attached to a larger existence. The antennas on their heads make them work like little radios. Little radios that are tuned into the consciousness of another being, on a distant plane of existence. A place where things are far more complex.

We humans work like radios as well to another plane of existence. We are just a product of what happens in the dimension above us. How do I know this? Because I’ve been farther than three dimensions. I’ve seen every damn dimension there is. I’ve seen it all. Except… I can’t help but think that there is one more. You know the one I’m talking about. Or is it that there are… two more…yes that makes more sense to me now! The thirty-third dimension and the thirty-fourth dimension…one is lower than the other, three plus three equals…four plus three equals…isn’t the mark of the…666…and…celestial perfection…777? Yes I think I understand now that there are 34 different dimensions. I must see them all.

But in order to do that then wouldn’t I have to go through Hell first? Clearly the thirty-third dimension is Hell, it would only make sense. The thirty-forth being heaven, or better put God, but if it’s God then God is heaven because God is everything. Wouldn’t that also mean that God is Hell? That sounds a little blasphemous to me, but I’m pretty sure I’m just having an innocent thought here. I’m playing the Devil’s advocate, if you will. Will you know how to understand that? I have a feeling some will understand while others will simply throw this book aside. It doesn’t matter to me. I haven’t got time to care about what others think because I know what I write is correct and if anyone thinks that I am wrong I am open to discussion about it as long as they realize that sometimes in order to get all of the answers you have to look at everything in a far bigger spectrum. Some people seem to get this. Every day I am meeting more and more people who are thinking like me and talking like me. Am I manifesting this? I don’t think that’s how it works; I think that we are all collectively manifesting this because we are all one single being with 34 different layers. Literally everything that we do has an effect on a different part of the dimension that we’re in (the third, but you knew that!), and the damndest thing about it is that everything that happens in the third dimension is a product of what’s happening in the fourth dimension and it goes on in this fashion. So really, everything that happens in the third dimension is completely controlled by what is happening in the fourth dimension, and everything that happens in the fourth dimension is completely controlled by the fifth dimension and…you see where I’m getting at? This is truly a frightening idea, but I feel that it only is if it were to be taken the wrong way. Everything that happens in the thirty third dimension is controlled by what happens in the thirty fourth dimension, so if I were to replace these dimensions with the words Devil and God then I would have to say that everything that happens in the Devil is controlled by what happens in God, meaning that the Devil is a product of God. I’ve heard that argument before but I just thought I’d play it out in my head and see where it went.

Now, in order insure that I will go to Hell I will need to die by my own hand. I want to be sure of all the dimensions, and feel that if I am to do that I must kill myself because if I don’t then I may skip the thirty-third dimension and go straight to the thirty-fourth, skip Hell and go straight to God instead without ever experiencing it. I am no longer afraid of Hell because I understand now that it is all the same…All one…We all depend on each other…I’ll be back soon.

Hmm… that’s odd. He’s done with the letter but he’s not picking his pen up from the paper. What’s that? Is he crying? Does this man doubt his own theories? Clearly he must know what he’s talking about. It seemed so reasonable when he put it that way… so why does he cry? He even said that he’ll be back soon!

I look at this and I wonder to myself. I wonder why I am here. I wonder why existence is so special. My consciousness feels like a stream of pity. I’m sick of the people I’m supposed to respect. What am I supposed to do? I feel trapped by the people I care about. I wish I didn’t care about them. I’m so upset.

Listen to me vent. People vent to me a lot. They like it. It pisses me off. They don’t think that I have feelings. They treat me like I’m not even human. Fuck them.

I hate the things you tell me. I hate the lies that are portrayed in front of me. You would never admit to the lies you commit.

That’s not very fair though is it? I shouldn’t be so harsh! What I meant to say is that there are a lot of things that people just don’t understand because they are too caught up in themselves. Tis’ only natural! People have to be caught up in themselves because they are themselves, and if they stay in that constrictive thought pattern then the world will become a series of adjustments of conditions instead of actual improvement. It's time to break on through.