Chapter VII - Wing Man

"Perhaps, you're only imagining things. It's all in your mind." Says Mahrl Detta (Being naive, playing the victim card). An anticipatory construced figment, of Bobbot's imagination.

"It's clear, classic, narcissist-manipulation strategy. Your plans would've eventually worked. Only though, if I haven't read the book." Says Bobbot's, imaginary counter defense.

He pondered multiple alternatives, for what would've eventually become the end result. Should he choose to remain stuck, on this unhealthy (toxic) relationship.

"Bobbot" already planned his escape. He had to endure, with utmost discipline, and extreme patience. In order to tolerate her domineering, for a time. Until he could manage to get out (board another ship, toil overseas, and save funds) in order for his plan to bear fruition.

He clearly saw, a vividly clear motion picture. Of a possible future, constantly playing inside his convoluted mind. A parallel reality, somewhere , in the fibro-vascular bundles, of the multifaceted alternatives. Wherein, various multiple choices, taken by our other selves.

There was relentless fighting, arguing, and shouting. Until "Mahrl Detta" got hold of a large kitchen knife, taunts him. Attempting to stab him to the chest.

"Bobbot" avoided the knife-thrust, by side-stepping, while simultaneously parrying the knife with his back hand, deflecting the attack. Then he managed, to disarm and wrench out the knife from "Mahrl Detta's" hand.

Upon gaining hold of the knife (un-aware that he's already "Tunneling", and beyond the point of no return), memory flashes of all those times (the compaunded, pressure build up), from years of being manipulated. The "Red Flags" he'd ignored, because of blind-faith, in giving his full trust to his better half. (For rich or poor.) Not once did he ever imagined, the she would ever stoop so low. Just so, as to deceive, betray, and made him into a "Zombified Muppet".

"Mahrl Detta" was such, a "Pathological Liar", a "Gutter Dwelling Lowlife", "Bottom Feeding", "Energy-Soul Vampire".

"You've been duped!" say's Arnulfo (his Wing Man)

An "Ectoplasmic Entity" of an impish-dwarf, a miniaturized scale of a man (5 inches in height, accoutred in black apparel) sitting crossed legged, perched atop on his left shoulder.

His invisible companion, ever since childhood (back when he was young, long before he ever dabbled into the occult).

"You were lured, into the delusion, of being financially independent. For the later days of your miserable pathetic life (living happily ever after). You've trusted the wrong person, and placed your eggs in a broken basket. She gave nothing but hollow words and empty promises (Stringing you all along). Making plans and decisions, all on her own. Without even having the common decency to inform her better-half (as any normally, decent couple would always do). Feeding you lies and half-truths, while you'd always end up in a bad compromise. Which she apparently, carefully plotted long before hand, without you ever knowing, until it's too dang late. You're being played by your very own wife.

You've given, oh so much, in the end. You have nothing in return.

The worst part, is that you're being ostracized by your brainwashed children (treated with contempt, and disrespected).

It had to take a "Covid-Apocalypse", and have been unemployed, for a year. In order for you to realize, that you were held in a mental mind-trap.

Oh, your so slow." Say's Arnulfo (tauntingly)

Then a background music, suddenly played.

"Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Why are you so slow?" (by Jo Ann Campbell)

When the thin line of patience, that keeps "Bobbot"on hold, finally snapped!

The music, suddenly shifted to "Tom Jones".

"I held the knife in my hand, and then she laughs no more." Arnulfo singing along with T.J.

"Why? why? why? Mahrl Detta?" Arnulfo singing, with T.J.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah... Deng! Deng! Deng!" T.J. music playing

"So therefore, when tear down the door." Arnulfo singing, with T.J. on the background

"Decieving Mahrl Detta, I just couldn't take ANY MORE!" Arnulfo singing (apparently drunk)

"Release me Mahrl Detta, I just couldn't KING IN A MOE!" Arnulfo singing (incoherently), highly intoxicated and happily blending with his merry band, of newly found friends. Called the 7 Dregs (DALMACIO, DARRIO, DEBBORAH, DELFIN, DEMI-TREE, DOMINADOR, and DEN-DEN).

Bottom Dwellers, from the darkest pits of the Terrestrial underworld. Drawn by the scent, of the endocrine secretions.

A highly concentrated, bio-chemical substance, made by the adrenal glands (which they called "Ballatrax).

Emanating through the pores of the dermal layer, with a sweet pungent smell. A highly delectable cuisine, savoured by "ECTENNIC" entities. Due to the spike of his bloodlust, coursing through the veins of the highly-crazed "Bobbot". As they feed off, his "BIO-ETHEARIC" (Soul) energy. (When they were allowed, temporal possesion of his body, thru his exponential fits of rage).

The Police, suddenly barged in! instantly knocking him down. Stunned, by their "Taser". Followed up, by tackling his large-set, heavy-weight body to the ground. As he was wriggling, they cuffed his wrist (Hogg-Tied) at the back. And brought him in, for incarceration.

"Book him! Carl." Say's PO1 (Police officer) Ricardo Delo Santos

"You have the right to: blah, blah, blah, (Miranda Rights)" Say's P. Sgt. Carlito Mannangquil

Such reality, forked in another dimension. "Bobbot" was grateful, that he was endowed with the gift of foresight.

Therefore, he half to take action, and make a decision. So as not to allow, this fatally-tragic reality to occur.

"Not taking action, is also a decisiion. If you can't decide, the world will decide for you." Said Christina, Gina, Becca, Alicia and Criss (his online spiritual advisers, and the rest of his other empathic friends).

Receiving energy-frequency signals, from various multiple strands. Which were picked-up, and decoded by these highly clairvoyant brethrens (like himself).

All coming from the a single source.Therefore, there are variants and sub-variants, but literally all the same. The very same self, dispersed in multiple dimensions, scattered all over the macrocosm (varying in locations, of space and time). A world of "What had Been" or "Might have Been". Should we have taken the other choices, other pathways that diverged and branched out in our life time.

Like the "Zodiac Twins", two or more different persons, of different genders. Born on the same zodiac signs. With similarities in traits and personalities, but their paths scatter in various directions.

Now it is seemigly apparent, that we are all probably in a simulation. Wherein, variants of ourselves are pitted in different situations, in order to determine the probability of the end results of their choices and actions.

Whom the "AETHERIALS" would deem worthy (of choosing), to lead the confrontation against an imminent threat, that they're expecting to encounter.

As for "Bobbot", the best option is for him to leave, and walk the other path.

By taking a big leap of faith, guided by his moral compass, following the road to righteousness.

For deep within the very core of his foundation, he always has this gutt feeling, and felt quite utterly sure, that he is being summoned for a much higher cause.

As he embarks on a mission, to bridge the gap. In between he realms of the physical and other multiple-dimensional planes of existence.

Achieving this, by lowering down his brain frequency to "Theta-Levels" (5 hertz). Whenever, he dives deep in slumber, as his conciousness ventures out into the "Astral Plane".