Threshold of the another Reality
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The next transcribed story is his last writing before leaving this world together with Sonya, his passionate partner of many years of fights, trips and adventures. They with their death affirmed that they promulgated so much through the Egonism. (The last two years they lived in María Farinha, a solitary beach of the Brazilian northeast, where died in August of 2003.) Today the Egonism has own light and whith his clarifier message will continue displacing the absent information and waking up those who sense that beyond this empty reality the Other Reality exists, infinitely transcendent. Lic. Catley Bonney
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Last night I dreamt that of my dream I woke up and I was alone in front of an enormous wall.
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And "Without pocket neither medal" is a short, ironic and lucid story of who could not reconcile the eternal dream of the fools.
I elevated my look to the night sky where a moon illuminated the place where the human intentions were developed.
I had a headache and when passed the hand I withdew it colored of blood; then I observed in the wall a hole of the size of my head, but.... perfectly square. Then I understood that my lacerations were made by the edges of that hole. Did I try to introduce my head there?
With my temple palpitating I looked around myself and in the vastness of the night I noticed that it was not alone; beings' thousands along the infinite wall, they remained with their heads embedded inside geometrics, perfects holes and naturally squares.
All were calm, quiet and some seemed to hum some song that only they heard; others murmured things, prayers or confessions. I don't know if the holes had absorbed or they gave energy to those brains that remained in attitude so passive. I found both possibilities disturbing.
¡All with their heads in the holes and so serene; all less me!
Unexpectedly I was surrounded by two people dressed with white overcoats: The man, fat and the scruffy aspect said to be the doctor Mefisto and the woman that it accompanied him, colored of blond and daubed as a parrot, the nurse Medea. After they introduced they were observing me with concern and strangeness.
-Are you well?- The doctor ask.
-Why you don't have your head in the wall??- the nurse interrogated.
-I don't know... it is all so strange.- I responded doubtful.
-Strange? What is strange?- the nurse saiid.
But before the doctor could respond, he sat down me in a stretcher and he told me: -Please; take off the shirt. I will revise your back.-
I obeyed and after some exams I listened his exclamations: -Look at this!-
-Jesus Christ, How it is possible!-
-What I have...?- I asked with apprehensioon.
-Your problem is that you don't have!- thee doctor exclaimed.
-Don't have what....?-
-You don't have medal!-
-Doctor, look!- the nurse indicated: -Neitther has the pocket to keep it!-
-But, what medal do you speak?- I asked lloudly.
-As what medal!- the doctor replied in thee same tone -The one that allows you to be in this world-
-What allows me ...?- I asked but they ccontinued observing my back respond me with another question: -All lifetime did you live on this way?-
-.... Yes, I believe that yes.....-
-But you could not come to this world withhout medal and without pocket.- the doctor said.
-Therefore, wretches like me come to this way.- Said ironically to decompress the situation.
-No, no, you came to a mistaken world.- thhe nurse reaffirmed with serious tone.
-I don't have doubts; but that medal... Execute the function of the heart, or of the soul?- I asked with strangeness.
-Soul? What absurdity!- the doctor said, tthen he took me an arm and carried me up to where a steel data file and opening one of the lockers, he said: -I will show you died people's medals.-
The enormous file was full with plastic bags and the doctor with resolved expression took one of them at the time that he told me: -Look, this is what you don't have.-
Then I setly looked a piece of human hide that the doctor upheld, apparently intersected into the back in the scapula area; that outgrowth had the form of a small bag, like the marsupials. That was the famous pocket.
-And this is the medal that takees in their interior.- he said at the time that showed a small iron disk. I was fascinated whith the observation of the object that had recorded on both faces a simple bar code.
Just when I was to ask him about their utility the nurse said:
-The iron medals are the most commmon because the seventy percent of world populations take them.
-Oh, yes?-
-Of course.- the doctor sought something iin the bags responded and then extended me another medal saying: -Look; this it is made of gold and it belonged to a very successful person.-
-There are also of silver and of brass.- tthe nurse clarified.
-Ah; the same as in the olympics.- I exclaaimed, but the doctor that seemed not to understand the irony arbitrated with solemn tone:
-....but one cannot live without pockeet neither medal.-
-Why not?- I asked.
-Simply because it determines the life´s pprofile ; the level of luck or misfortune; in sum, everything is recorded in the medal.-
-But so that you keep all the medals of the deads?- I asked again.
-Yes, they always return.- he responded aand then added. -Always; looking for to obtain a better one, or another equally. That is the base of the system.-
-And do you give them the one that they deeserve?-
-And you what believe?- He told me looseneed a guffaw while he went away with the hands in the pockets.
-Doctor, doctor!- the nurse exclaimed.
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-What do we make with this patient?- she aasked.
Then Mefisto stopped and hardly rotating , said with a casual tone:
-Just don´t do it! We don't have any recorrd of him! What can we make with somebody that is not inside the system? Anything! Beings as him don't exist.-
I stayed looking how he went away while tried to understand the extent of their words; but Medea, taking of an arm told me:
-Then you are not a patient, and I have a lot of work to carry out; it is better than you leave and get ready with your life and with your death, here we only assist those that have the privilege of belonging.-
Said that she made a half turn and went away hasty in the doctor same way.
I stayed perplexed some instants and alarmed by my condition until I thought:
-It seems that the privilege of being< belonged pays putting the head in the hole.-
And as if guessing my thoughts the nurse Medea screams me from far:
-Connected to the wall there is not anguissh, there are not questions; For what reason do you want to be lucid?-
-Witch!- full my patience I screamed him aand she responded me with lowering tone:
-I don't want to see you here when I returrn of my patrol!-
I will scream him a grossness but I controlled and then I thought:
-Good, at least I have the freedom of leavving.- and looked the night sky again where a mocking moon continued illuminating the place where the divine creations lived.
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