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Dare The DevilChapter 18 - Spring Break“All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts as shown before you; take what I say in a different way and it’s easy to see that this is all confusion; as I see a new day in me I can also show if you, and you may, follow.” -- Yes, The Yes Album During the spring break in mid-March 1976 I just wanted to have fun during the spring break in mid-March 1976 I just wanted to have fun. I just wanted to have fun. Hey, I was just a kid, not even 18, and I just wanted to have fun. Play some chess, some ping pong, ride the bike, watch TV, that kind of thing. No Church, no Bible Studies, no talk of the end of the world, and I certainly did not want the records to talk to me. No Communion, not for this week, please. And no talk of AntiChrists or AnteChrists or voices or Voices or anything like that. I just wanted to have fun. And that’s what I was doing while I played the synthesizer that was plugged-into the stereo in my room. It was the fancy new synth that the school’s music department had bought a few months ago, the one I played at choir and band concerts, remember? Yeah, that one, and since I was Teacher’s Favorite it was real easy to get him to not break but bend a little the rule that said students could not be in possession of school property overnight. Heck, he liked me, I loved that machine, and he knew I would take care of it. So, when I wasn’t hard at work playing chess or ping pong, riding the bike, or watching TV, I experimented with the new-fangled synthesizer I had laying on the carpet in my bedroom. For a lot of people electronics in general, and music synthesizers in particular, are great mysteries, but broken down into its component parts it really is quite simple. It’s like this….All sound, yes, each and every single sound ever, has 3 (and only 3) components: Volume (how loud it is), Pitch (is it higher or lower on the piano?), and Tone or Timbre (is it a piano or clarinet playing this?). That’s it. Even the most complex sounds can be expressed in these terms. So, all that a modern synthesizer does it let you control Volume, Pitch and Timbre electronically, using the keys or knobs or whatever. And as I sat staring at this little thing I really was amazed….It was laid-out so logically left to right, as you selected your “basic” sound, then changed its Pitch, Timbre and finally Volume to create the exact sound you wanted. And it would do things automatically, letting you setup these amazing rhythms that would run all by themselves…And it was soooo cool, and I was soooo happy, and the only thing that could possibly make it better would be a little herb, a bit-o-the-bud, not to Commune, no, no, not going there at all this week, too much, just too much, need a break, but some herbage would be soooo cool and mind-expansive and so OK…. Light-up…. Wow… Cool…. Look at (cough) that thing… It can do, like, anything…. It appeared that I was gazing, through the multi-colored surface of that machine, at the underlying physical substrata of existence itself. Wow… Cool… And just listen to that rhythm…I have never heard anything like it…Amazing…Precise, constant, yet if I just touch this little knob it GoEs aLL pHuNNie…People have just GOT to hear this….If I could just get people to…. To…. If I could just…. Get…. Oh no…. It’s the Voice… If I could just get people…. Oh No…. The Voice…it’s here…. If I could just get people to hear this then I would be famous and would sell millions of records and do concerts and tour the world and everyone would know me and that would put me on the world stage and…. YES!!!!! I AM THE ANTICHRIST!!!! I AM THE ANTECHRIST!!!!!!!! I AM THE CHOSEN ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think…THINK…now….OK…Got to get this recorded, so I can play it for people, and I have to complete my powers, whatever that means, and become a perfected witch, although I am so far beyond Peter’s silly “witch” thing, he was just the forerunner to Me as I am to Christ, and I need to do whatever I’m supposed to do, yes I will, this is all so perfect…. And the lights danced in time with the dun-dun-dhun-dun-sun-sun-dun-sun throb of the synth and the Voice told me I was the One and as the drugs turned my brain into a fruit salad…Somehow….Somewhere…From deep inside…from a place I didn’t even know existed…A moment of what I can only call clarity…because….if all this is true….and I am the Forerunner….and if somehow all this really is true…then before I go on with this music and AnteChrist thing and all this other stuff….what I need….what is Really Important….and from the middle of my being I called out….with the one question, the only real question that mattered…And I asked and called and SCREAMED from the pit of my being…. WHO IS
JESUS??!?!?!?!??!?!!?!? At that moment Sam twitched, kicked the synthesizer that was laying at his feet, and the dun-dun-dhun-dun-sun-sun-dun-sun stopped, and so did the synchronized lights, and the Voice and the fog and the swirling all lifted, like the sun suddenly breaking through a cloud-covered day. I sat up. It felt, somehow, like I had passed a test. The answer was quite clear. The way, the Way, the only Way to answer all these issues, the only way to get my life into focus and establish sanity, to deal with all the questions about the Voice and Anti vs. Ante and music and the end of the world and all that, was to find-out who Jesus really is. I hadn’t hurt the synth when I kicked it. But its silence in the middle of the room seemed ominous. Something had happened here. I didn’t exactly know what, but something had definitely happened here. Who is Jesus? That was the only way I could answer all the other questions. |
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