He woke up.  Everything seemed different from the day and night before.  He didn’t altogether remember what happened.  He looked in the mirror.  The face didn’t seem so familiar. It looked different somehow.  He didn’t remember how he looked before but he knew he seemed different.  The body felt different even though the same as yesterday.  The eyes looked almost black, the same color tone from yesterday.   Something seems very different he thought-much different than the wake up states of the past.

He liked the face in the mirror.  He knew it as the same face as always and that others who knew him would call him by name and recognize him and their previous conversations.  He looked down.  Naked.  Penis hard and throbbing more insistent than he could remember.  He remembered thrusting it in varied patterns into a woman and moaning and ejaculating, firing some sigil into the deep mind.  He pissed into the toilet while the turgor waned.  He felt at home even though very changed. 

He walked into his kitchen.  It looked unfamiliar though he knew where to find everything.  He found a fresh bottle of purified water and drank it down.  He sat in a chair at the kitchen table.  Hair clasps from the woman were on the table and a cup from a fast food restaurant, half full of a stale soda.  Urban morning had its day started outside and he listened to the traffic and people talking in their houses and apartments.  He heard them pissing, shitting, and fucking, and having breakfast with children.  It all seemed so bothersome so he concentrated, making his ears ring and finally attaining complete silence.  In the silence a thought came to stretch his body.  It looked like yoga but actually came to him intuitively and made him feel very good.  He finished with a light sweat covering his naked skin and looked at the clock.  Six AM.  He knew that outside the temperature would go high today.  It seemed like he had a job or a business but felt no remembrance of where to go.

He found a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top hanging on the door to the bedroom where he awoke.  He put them on and wished for something to drink.  A vanilla protein drink and a hard, cold, red delicious apple waited in the refrigerator and he consumed them slowly, thinking how strong they would make his morning.  He found some Rooibus tea and turned on the stove burner for the kettle. He steeped it in a small glass pot and sweetened it with honey he found.  Soon his bowels moved and he wiped, flushed and turned on the shower next to the toilet.  Washing he remembered the red haired woman he fucked from the night before.  He had fucked her hundreds of times but he could not remember her name-just her body and the sound of her voice.  She felt sweet and came passionately and often.  The old god forms welled up in her and she gave and took divinely.  Great power came from coupling with her; she neither expected nor asked for little except to spend time and trade affection.  He knew she’d call or come by later. 

 
Some clean denim pants, belted and plump with cash and a wallet hung from a hook hanging on the inside of the bedroom door.  Towel dry now , he put them on, and found a short sleeve cotton shirt in the closet-a blue plaid like a madras pattern.  The dresser had socks and shoes hung on a rack in the walk in closet;brown leather shoes, handmade in England to the sole of his foot.  Everything fit and felt soothing like never before or so it seemed.  He found car keys hanging on a hook inside the front door.  Behind him the back door from the kitchen went out into a small back yard, graveled and filled with desert acacias, cactus and various other plants.  He looked out the window and felt a smile coming.  The car sat in the garage.  Metallic gray and silvery.  It smelled almost new.  He got in and began driving on an eastbound street toward a wealthy part of town. 

After about ten minutes he parked the car, got out and began walking up and down the sidewalk.  This street was lined with banks and investment firms.  He found a coffee house which had outdoor tables and sat down with an iced blueberry tea.  Stacks of financial dailies and magazines as well as the New York Times and the local newspaper were scattered amongst the tables and wrought iron stands.  He somehow knew the day’s stories without reading them and tuned out the conversations which occurred nearby.  Soon, a beautiful forty something woman with dark brown shoulder length layered hair and large, almond shaped blue eyes walked up to him and sat down.

 
“Are you an investor?” she queried, obviously liking his countenance.  Those eyes roamed his face and seated form hungrily.  He could smell her beneath the dress and panty hose.  Musky morning, getting wet.

 
“In the past.  Now I look to cash in.” He stopped, looking at her open stance.  She hadn’t sat down yet and it seemed overdue. She scooted the iron meshed chair next to him bent forward, kissed his cheek while perfume wafted out from her cleavage making him feel a little drunk. He still felt excited from the smell of her dampening crotch.

 
“Funny, I have thought about doing the same thing this morning.” Her eyes lit up and got wetter, “However, I really like something about you.  I don’t know you but I feel like I can trust you and that you can do things for me that haven’t ever gotten accomplished…”, her hand found his crotch and caressed his perineum and the bottom of his scrotum through the denim.  At that they rose almost simultaneously and ran to his car.  After three hours of the stuff that high def pornos make he drove her back to the coffee place.  Lunchtime. 

 
“Hold on, Mr. Cash-In!” Her smile warmed him almost like intromission cuddling.  She sat him down and wiggled her squishy well dressed ass to a nearby bank.  His semen began its drip out her pussy.  He had come three times.  The last time seemingly more voluminous than the first.  Nice morning.  He ordered organic salads with hearty breads and a dressing platter array.  She wiggled back with a bank bag full of hundreds and a cashier’s check of a rather large sum.

“Let’s call it a gift or a finder’s fee, or what the hell, expert consultation…” the corners of her mouth wetting as she spoke almost huskily but mezzo soprano.  “I have to lose this cash.  I made too much this quarter.  You earned it big boy!”

 
He grimaced painfully,” I don’t need money.  I loved the sex.  You needed to come like that…” he remembered how she wall crawled backward like a spider while he licked and sucked her pussy. Truly this remained his pleasure and his indulgence, “You are so fine, so sweet, and so full of ecstasy and spontaneity.  How could the gift not come in enjoying and sharing our bodies?”

 
“Put it in the bank Mr. C.” She knew his initials.  She sat down.  The salads arrived.  They ate and laughed.  “Time to get back to my office and you will come with.  I have a few other investors for you to meet.” Her smile never waned.  They went to her office and made some stops at other offices and banks along the way.  He deposited 4.7 million dollars that day.  He didn’t understand that this had lingered as a fond desire from days past when he had tired of his daily drudgery at his job.  Five thirty.  She kissed him long and softly, lapping tongues with eyes open and smiling into each other.

 
“Gotta catch a nine o’clock plane for London, sweetie”, she kept smiling, “Will you be catching up with that beautiful redhead tonight?”

 “Vonda, I don’t know.” He felt puzzled.  Didn’t remember that conversation and where they’d left it last night.  He didn’t want to admit he didn’t remember her name.

 
He smiled back, “I think I will go for a long walk and spin and dance under the stars on the mountain at the park by my house.”

 
He drove away westbound.  She didn’t look back.  Didn’t need to. 

 
He parked the car on the ratty end of this street where the cars seemed older and beaten and the buildings needed a lot of restoration.  It struck his gut that he had to walk around down here and listen and see and smell and touch.  People moved at various paces on this sidewalk.  The hookers had the corners and the homeless had the nooks between entrances and buildings.  The hustlers moved according to the drugs they had taken and the stage of their addiction.  He soaked it all in.  He had conversations with almost everyone that would speak.  He heard all the sounds.  The blow jobbed johns in the alleys.  The hustle and scams.  The homeless hugged him and the hookers let him reach inside their clothes to feel their real emotions.  All of it wound out beautiful and terrifying.  Horrific and enlightening. 

 
The trance of the day went into the beat of the night.  He felt the gurgle of the sewers and the pulse of electrons through the cables and phone lines.  He saw and felt the radiance of the photons in the fiber optics and felt vibrated by the microwaves and radio waves. He heard, felt, touched, and smelled the movement of people in transit in all the varied methods.

 
A portal now appeared in the swirling low clouds above the building.  It had a strange orange glow at its center with a lot of blue sparks and bolts arcing.   He felt his aetheric double rise off him and ascend upward.  He went along and also remained in his body seated on a cold, concrete bench in the park.  This park has desert mountains with winding trails and ramadas not very well lit this time of night.  Very few people stirred.  Even the cruisers had gone home, rectums dripping or stretched to satiety. 

 
The double rose up into the vortex which swirled violently in an electrical sort of way.  A lot of flashing and streaking went past him.  He felt brushed and shoved from these entities.  He heard and felt great deal of conversation and communication.  It happened so lightning fast up there.  It seemed like getting plugged into a giant nervous system.  The top layers seemed cloudy and electrical-very amorphous.  The next level seemed like open space with large bodies or collectives of forces which he could feel the presence of but could not discern shapes.  Some of them appeared as sentient entities and others very colonial and most had some kind of human basis in them.  Some of them had symbols on them resembling companies like banks or the cable company.  Others resembled monstrous entities like things out of the Lovecraftian paradigm or other unknown mythologies.  More prevalent than the rest he encountered a large entity that resembled the logo of the city itself to some extent except that it had pipes, cables, and microwave transmitters sticking out of it and had millions of sound tracks blending and booming outward, most of them muffled by the lurching of its largesse.  This entity seemed in and out of this world at the same time; a multidimensional presence.  He knew that all the business deals, technical plans, and academic ideas of the city found their birth here. And that its headlong sprawling course found itself charted from here. 

 
This one had formed and remained completely out of control, moving and growing like a fractal of human intent.  He soaked it in and it empowered and drained his double almost at the same time.  He had to move quickly to gain some net energy.  Around this entity floated several different Jesus entities some larger than others, each looking a little bit different and of differing size and power.  Some seemed resurrected and all of them like they had never lived and died.  They floated in and out of the city entity like bees swarming a large hive...