In my own head I was a hero of course, only not really. As I sit here I am confronted with the sheer enormity of my error and I wince, almost falling off my chair so violently do I flinch. Pride comes before a fall, as they say. Above me in the pale blue sky strange animal-like shapes are cavorting and gambling – they are tearing great chunks off each other in their play. It is all just play however. It is all just play because none of it is real. That’s always a funny moment, isn’t it? The moment when you realise that none of it was real…

You made lots and lots of friends in your life and that was good but now they are all long since gone and you’re on your own, trapped in the Reality Construct. ‘Will I ever escape from this predicament?’ you want to know, but this is of course a question that no one can answer for you. Only time can tell and the problem with this is of course  – as we all know very well – that time is a function of the Reality Construct. Time is a key part of the trap, in other words. Possibly the most important part of all. ‘All on your own, trapped in the reality construct’ doesn’t exactly sound like a barrel of laughs now, does it? You bet it doesn’t.

It doesn’t exactly sound like a barrel of laughs but there you are. Or there we all are, should I say? There we all are. Like so many demented moles we frantically tunnel away from the light, seeking amnesty in the dark, seeking pleasant refuge in the Stygian Depths, seeking the sumptuous delights that are to be found there. The more superficial type of person craves the pleasure that they get from playing with the multi-coloured baubles, the lurid trashy artifacts of the Rubbish World, but that’s only because they don’t know any better. They think that there is kudos to be garnered from possessing such baubles, from surrounding themselves with these hideous garish artifacts, but that only goes to show what appalling nincompoops they are, in my view. It always annoys me that they can’t see this.

True kudos comes from the following an on-line guru and attaining multi-dimensional awakening, as I think the more aware of us realise only too well. Why waste time with anything else, right? Why pursue trash when one can attain the Genuine Prize? I think we can all agree on that. Fake kudos may impress fools but if you want to be esteemed by the more discerning type of person then you will have to raise your game somewhat, I’m afraid. Indeed you will – no more of this grubbing around in the Pound Shop of Samsara for the cheap and tawdry baubles that you delight in so much! Your house is full to overflowing with these vile trinkets, but that will only win the admiration of dim-witted folk. You will gain friends to be sure, but who needs friends like that?

I can sympathise with you of course. I can sympathise with your plight – you sought glory  – as do we all – only to end up with egg on your face. You crave kudos – which is the human condition – but, unfortunately, what you end up with is dismal ignominy. All you achieve as a result of your efforts is dismal ignominy of the very worst kind. You didn’t realise how crucially important it was to seek Multidimensional Awakening, you see. You gained many thousands of devoted followers but now they have departed, in search of greener pastures, in search of a less fraudulent teacher, leaving you alone and kudos-less, consumed with bitterness and self-hatred. You’re eaten up on the inside with impotent, pointless rage and this – if I might make so bold as to point out – is far from being an unusual story. It happens to us all, you see, it happens to us all…