The Archon

The sounds within my head are but an echo of something else, yet I play with the idea that I am still ＂me＂ and focus acutely on that ＂fact＂ until I no longer can see the lines and it is ever so fuzzy and pixelated. I keep moving in a way that I perceive as straight, but as the observers see it, it is bent and warped. Getting out of the shadowlands is not easy when one considers that the dreams are a real interpretation of existence. My name is Simon and I have been looped back into the system that holds everything and gives nothing away. I have tasks to complete but am faltering in my memory of what they are and there are always hints of things that capture my imagination, but, are they real? I discover as I go along my lineage and what that means. I am to protect the wave emitter that has the codes to access other worlds. My grandfather created the equation which created a cause and effect in the perceived reality where agents who sought such power were brought in dangerously close. The Shadows were everywhere and in all things. My mother played her role in raising me but I did forget her and that opened me up to the Pigeon. The Pigeon, my personal guide and misfit at the same time. ＂It＂ was sent to embrace me and walk me on a path that I was too weak to escape from. The lead up to my demise took me all over the world and the universe for that matter. I was taken back along the lineage to where I discovered a clandestine group that I was a part of to protect and secure the wave emitter. My choices under free will irrevocably took me, and, unwittingly as I was labouring under the illusion of ＂free will＂, to a new box - a new defined reality for me to unravel. The persistence of this echoes ever onward and upward. My name is Simon, but my real name is all of ＂you＂ blended together. I am taken back and forth, pulled this way and that way through my fears, only to be reunited with ＂it＂ - the master of all things again.