The Assassin and the Emperor

Simon: I need you to read something Perci
Perci: Sure, just let me finish up the dishes. Brb
Ok, back. What is it?
Simon: Sending you a .doc right now.

My father is a medicine man. He taught me that there are many toxins and evil spirits in this world. He taught me the value of Maintaining a relationship with the earth lest our sterile world kill off our last good medicine.
I’ve eaten the hash of the assassins. I’ve been sent to the earthly garden and seen through the moon and illusion of it. I have embraced the sacred feminine and married it to my warrior self.
The being I have created will be silent, moving through the crowd of this globe, amongst so many innocents in pursuit of my target. And when I am placed, undetected amongst the world’s tightest security, speaking casually of sports and weather with humanities most paranoid, I am my most calm and serene.
And when I am in distance to strike, to pierce the frail mortal shell of the VIP target, a president, a pope, a CEO or the head of a crime syndicate, I pull out my gun, aim it point blank at his forehead and pull the trigger. A flag pops out inches from their head and says live.
Minds are blow, empires fall, paradigms shift. As men in suits, soldiers with guns, news teams swirl around us, the target and I share an intimacy not even the closest lovers share. There is a look in his eyes and he is thankful for his life. No one dies, except me, maybe. But it hardly matters.
I’m transformed into a being of light and consciousness. The singularity has already happened and I’ve met my future self and we’ve shifted the timeline.
A suicide-less bomber. And when they search my body, the will only find a message; a single piece of paper.
Be lucid!

Perci: That’s really bizarre, who wrote it.
Simon: That’s the part that bothers me the most. I think I may have.

Brother, can ya spare a paradigm?

Every Ontology is an apocalypse.

Every Singularity is a paradigm shifter.

Simon Signet knew. 3 jobs in 4 years. He stepped out of the movie theater, his head swimming in thoughts.

Star Treks. Terminator. Transformers.

A summer of reboots, sequels and prequels.

A new way about thinking about what we think we already know.

Time Virus. Alternative realities. Ancient prophecies.

We are getting closer. To something? I donno what. A stone punk-crystal-shitting convergence. Why not.

The idea that when we gain access to this certain technology, everything changes. Everyone is connected.

Simon looked around the landscape of his life, of this city, of this world and knew in his gut that it had to be better than what was going on.

Things align, light and stars, clocks and ley lines. Peoples lives, the fate of a world. This produced passion in him unlike any other idea. The locks are coming out of place. Ancient, rusted and carbonated devices are starting to move again. The stars are starting to whisper to us again. Pressures are building up inside our world.

Simon went online. One of his patron saints had been canonized. He scanned through the smiley Illuminati triangle faces that adorned RAW's website. He smiled when he read the quote.

"You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very close-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as you and your friends."