William S. Burroughs claimed to be possessed by what he called the Ugly Spirt. I call it The Intruder. The Intruder is a subtle but powerful thing that sits at the top of the brain stem and extends down the spinal column. It is immobile, however has agents all over the body. The most important are the ones in the hands, the guts, and the genitals. How many people are infected is hard to tell. The Intruders communicate with each other telepathically bringing together people of similar perversions. They read our minds and exploit that information to control those around us. They not only change our perception of our environment, they can manipulate the actual physical world in a very subtle way. When you have an accidental encounter with someone you are attracted to, beware. There are many levels of communication at work. One of these frequencies could be an Intruder com link.
I'm not sure when the presence of the Intruder became clear to me but I remember some instances when I was a child of fighting off an invasion of some kind. I could feel an involuntary twisting in my legs and arms as I lay in bed, maybe six or seven years old. I thought it was the devil and tried to exorcise him by imagining a large plate of glass being lowered onto my body and passing through me like a filter. When the glass passed completely through my body there was a large black stain left where my body had been. I imagined wiping the vile black grease off with a rag and flushing it down the toilet. It was from this time on that I felt I was never really alone. Maybe that's why being alone, even for long stretches of time, doesn't bother me.
Its not impossible to fight the intruder, he does not have control, just a profound influence. The real danger is in it's ability to find others and bring you in contact with them. It's the others, the other infected people who can have real power over you. They can make you do things that you don't want to do. Or even worse tell you the things you are thinking are ok, and encourage you explore them. Trust no one.
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that explains quite a few things about me...
The Intruder brought us together, my darling.
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