(1)

"I am that I am."  An unfamiliar voice seeped into my subconscious while I wrestled with a familiar dream.

"The debt of a man's soul is paid by his children."

The stranger's voice floated past my consciousness and fell into the pit of my being like acid. 

"Make sure the Witches of Which, Witch, Wicca, and Wich don't succeed in bringing George Orwell's 1984 to mankind in 2012."

The haunting words thrust me into a nightmare, as I felt my soul currency being filled. In my haunting memory, I found myself  lying on a filthy, tattered mattress in the center of a room with stark white walls and no other furniture. Panic set in, when I realized I was alone in a room full of large, hairy spiders.

Sweat drenched, white, satin sheets enveloped my naked, shivering body  like a cocoon, as a solitary black widow gently made its way across my petrified white face and whispered into my throbbing ear,

"Pray you flow. Flow and you will pray for more." 

I tried desperately to wake up and escape the nightmare but a dense heaviness kept my tribally, tattooed arms outstretched like Jesus on a cross as the black widows gentle voice tickled the hairs inside my ear. My body trembled as I felt the hands of the devil trying to shake the soul currency out of my body.

 "Just be and all your prayers will be answered. I am that I am. Find that and you will find happiness." 

I looked around in horror at the encroaching walls and ceiling as the spiders morphed into Rose Haired tarantulas creating an ominous ebb and flow of rhythmic movement along the ground. I fell into mouth foaming convulsions.

(2)

"You are about to embark on a journey into the New Age."

I heard strange words in music and saw pictures flash across my blank stare as the black widow danced inside my head. My eyes meandered like a cracked out cuckoo clock  as my sanity caved in on itself. 

"You will meet a handsome man who calls himself Christ C. Crist along the way. This charming white haired man will be part of an exclusive club that hangs out at a curious Florida Bar near Tallahassee, where white haired men of all colors pay the price to congregate with the most powerful witches in the universe."   

Like a dark angel, the black widow sang lucidly into my fiber of being, "Do you understand, My Love? Do you understand?"

A blessed trinity of muses appeared in a rainbow of colors as the wisdom of generations of witnesses pounded inside my aching chest. The harsh voice of a spider, inside my being floated into a stream of profound melody. I surrendered in wonder as The Three Muses sang to me.

"Honor your father and mother that it may be well with you and that you may live long on the earth. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil and his coven of supreme legal counsel, the enchanted law firm of Which, Witch, Wicca and Wich."

Like a spinal tap through my instinct, the voice of the black widow downloaded basic information into my fiber of being. 

"You will come across a man who claims to be a poor Jew. He will float in and out of your life. He will challenge you. You will recognize his name but not his face. He will morph into things, strange things, disturbing things. He will tempt you. His birth name is Crackhead Jesus."

Trillions of tiny feet tap danced inside of my head at the sound of the name Crackhead Jesus. For an instant that seemed eternal my being felt consumed by an existence of spiders. The frenzied patter of their feet tickled words and phrases in my head that sounded like the following:

"Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus, every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the Glory of God the Father.

Beware the path and people you choose to trust. One will introduce himself as the Christian Mr. Roger's and the other will claim to be a Jewish attorney from a Catholic Law University named after St. John. You will hire this Christian educated Jewish lawyer to evict a high ranking corporate CEO crack-head who thinks he's the Second Coming of Jesus Christ."

The Black Widow's voice flowed through me like warm Absinthe as a legion of Red-Haired Tarantulas,  infected with Nematode Worms, danced around her.

"This individual will identify himself as an attorney before the court of public opinion. The Witches of the Florida Bar will condone and promote his actions under cloak and dagger. Amongst his peers he will be known as The Clown, not only because he is two faced, but because his false pride empowers him to mock the court, by laughing out loud in the eyes of the Judges that stand before him.

Before the Court of Florida he will raise his right hand and introduce himself under oath as Rumpelstiltskin. His aliases include Aar-Aaron R. Cohen, Aaron  "The-Rogue" Cohen, and Aaron R. Cohen."

Trillions of feet became sixteen in a holographic instant, when I felt the black widow joined by a carnivorous ego inside my head.

"Rumpelstiltskin is a partner in the notorious law firm of Conde, Cohen, Gaeta, Shakur, Martinez, Weinberg & Biggie-Smalls. If not stopped, this fallen angel will be allowed to commit perjury before the court and rape the Constitution,  forcing the unholy union of Ego and Greed in the name of the law."

I could feel the heat from the loins of the black widow as she seduced a naive male suitor with the words she whispered within my throbbing head. 

"This instance of gross conflict between Ego and Greed threatens to infect the general public with terminal distrust in all leadership and courts. The politics of the penis could bring man-made economies to their knees."

I sensed the black widow getting mounted by an aggressive tarantula.

"If allowed to spoil, human nature will create a credit drought that could potentially starve billions of innocent people in a catastrophic tsunami of hunger."

I felt the black widow sink her fangs into the male after insemination. My body tingled and spasm, as strange fluids dripped onto my being and traversed the fractals of my brain. 

"The first with Greego instinct will be born to a woman inseminated by a man without testicles. This unholy miracle will herald the advent of new revelations and portals of existence in the Holographic Universe. The creation of this new breed of supremely unethical and incompetent attorneys, judges, and world leaders will introduce the New World Order to the Modern Dark Ages. 

The union of Justice and Peace within the human fiber of being as instinct will be threatened for all eternity if this event is allowed to transpire to its predicted conclusion."

(3)

My swollen bosom heaved and strained. A bittersweet cold danced over my skin when I realized spiders had begun to envelope the ceiling and walls that surrounded me. Sharp hair on the legs of the black widow, devouring her limp suitor, scratched the inside of my ear canal. This bizarre sensation reminded me that I was alive and cognizant, but not at all well. 

"Beware of the witch which calls itself judge and is nicknamed, Donald-The-Duck-Hafele, he speaks one thing but does another."  I heard the Three Muses sing inside of me.

"Judge Hafele XXX holds a very important position in the Temple of Peace. He presides in the high court of Florida, a death penalty state. Judge Hafele XXX is an interesting man, observe him carefully. The Duck will show you that it is not easy for any man to always be a fair and impartial judge." The insatiable spider whispered inside of me. 

"He will boldly defend the fiber of his being before journalists, taxpayers and his beautiful sobbing wife, Mary. Judge Hafele XXX will testify before the world that his decision to recuse himself from a high profile murder case involving a sixteen-year-old black boy was gut wrenching. 

The lawyer defending the accused killer will have served as the campaign treasurer for Judge Hafele XXX during his re-election campaign in the year 2000. The powerful Witches of the Florida Bar will convince the judge that no conflict of interest exists and that his fiber of being is perfectly in tune with the universe.

The XXX Judge will rise up and proudly declare that he sees no conflict of interest and that his decision to step aside in the case goes against every fiber of his being. The ghost of a bright young black boy named G-Rod Miller will challenge Hafele's public credibility and remind the XXX Judge of precisely what his metaphysical testimony implied. 

G-Rod will help you introduce Neuroscience into the Florida courts to analyze the XXX Judge's profound statement. His pure instinct will guide you to where Judge Hafele's fiber of being is weak and help you prove in the Court of public opinion that there is a void in the vortex of justice threatening the future of democracy and freedom."

"Angels will use your ability and talent to spread a message of Peace."  The Three Muses sang.  "Do you understand, My Love?"

I closed my eyes and saw the face of a young black man staring back at me with a great white smile on his face. I saw hope in his eyes. His ghostly image blacked out the spiders I sensed crawling all around me.

"Crackhead Jesus will weave in and out of global historical influence like a spell cast upon the principalities and the world rulers of the present darkness." G-Rod said.

"Crackhead Jesus will try to convince you that everything is broken beyond repair but do not be fooled by this. Nature is the great equalizer. Be. Just be." G-Rod said before disappearing into memory.

"Witches will attempt to distract you from your path by changing your birth name to something it is not but fear not what anyone calls you in a corrupt court of Witches."

I recognized the voice of the black widow in my head.

"Do you understand, My Love?" The Three Muses sang to me as they re-entered my stream of consciousness. "Do you understand?"

"You are the messenger of modern artists and voice of the lied to generation. You will keep a diary of the world on canvas. You will also represent an imaginary man who represents humanity. You will be his lawyer." The black widow whispered as she exited my ear.

A spider scurried across my grinding teeth to the top of my head, shouting, "Crackhead Jesus is coming! Crackhead Jesus is coming!"

"Do you understand, My Love?"  Voices filled with purity echoed from the mouths of the red, white, and blue haired muses hovering over me.

"But I'm not a lawyer." I cried. "I'm just an artist."

"A coven of witches is controlling the standard of ethics and competency for all attorneys in a few states. They are creating enough beautiful chaos inside struggling democracy's to keep populations dumbfounded and fearful. They are preparing for 2012, The New Age of Aquarius."  G-Rod said as he rematerialized in front of me. 

"You must inspect the U.S. justice system and see if it is operating properly. You must do this for sake of all humanity, and you must do this now, for if there is no justice, there can be no peace and there will be much bloodshed."

I watched blood leak out of the bullet wound that ended G-Rod's life, as he spoke to me.

"Do you understand, My Love?" The Three Muses whispered.

I blacked out as the overwhelming physical beauty of the Three Muses swallowed my fear whole.

"You have no name. You feel no pain. You are one in the same. Be." Enthusiasm sank fast into my loins with a pure rush of adrenaline as I felt The Three Muses sing into my open soul.

My soul currency ceased to be liquid as the truth of the matter, that I no longer had an identity, sank in to my brain. I was no one and everyone. Life meant nothing and everything in an instant.

"Who am I?" I thought to myself in my bizarre reality. "Am I who a black widow spider says I am or am I that I am?"

The Three Muses entered my fiber of being through the wide open iris of my eyes.

"You will forever be ethereal. You are The Backpacker."  

I vaporized into myself as I visualized my aura hovering above my realm just outside reality. 

I could both see and feel the word 'BACKPACKER' being delicately tattooed into the inside of my spine by The Three Muses

"Do you understand, My Love?" They whispered lovingly into my heart. "You will understand, soon."