Surviving Solipsist’s World- An Asian Psycho Story

Previously……………..

“You were right about her seeing death coming and she saw it in a different perspective, in a new perspective. In fact, all of us see death as coming to life again. We embrace death. We’ve been sick and the Council healed us. We’ve been imprisoned but freed. Sometimes in our life we desire death as of a scented heaven or an island paradise. We want to end our life knowing something great awaits us beyond. The truth is we’re tired.” Said Henrietta brushing Daniela’s hair by her fingers.
“So, do we have the lead?” asked the wife/actress laying the dress beside Daniela and helped Henrietta put it on her.
“I don’t know, it sounds familiar. I’ll remember it if you could give me a moment. One thing, we must stop at Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila and let her stay first at Marionnaud, Mall of Asia, we have to keep her there. The quest must go on till end. I have a feeling she’ll live again. Let your husband know of our stop.” Said Henrietta giving Daniela another stroke of caress and leaned toward the sunlit window. The wife/actress left her pensive.

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They landed at private hangar number three of NAIA in the Philippines. They transported Daniela as a porcelain doll in a bubble wrap together with the glittered granite floor tiles in wooden crates all the way from France as the manifesto indicated. It stated that the cargo will be used for Asia’s first Marionnaud. They passed after thorough checking.
The couple was billeted in a hotel while Henrietta kept Daniela at her quarter in Marionnaud as Point of Sale material for their spa launching.
Henrietta did her usual managerial duties until one day came new consignment deliveries. POS materials, regular stocks, testers and gift with purchase items all from Agent Provocateur which called Henrietta’s attention. She demanded from her staff that the new consignor’s merchandise be display in a rush for the Italians were scheduled to come for the brand’s launch.
Alas, a new hope dawned on her as Agent Provocateur’s poster unveiled. The message was clear. Daniela’s quest continue as shown in the poster. The agent- herself lie beside a conflux of river reflecting herself- a doppelganger. This means even if she’s dead physically, her soul pursue the quest. From afar, is a volcano erupting a coulee at full moon. Despite the impending apocalyptic catastrophe, something serene about the place. Or maybe, Henrietta and everyone else will see it that way for it’s about to be destroyed. The tree stood majestically above all other living things. She recalled the same tree in the lavender field back in Haute Provence.

‘This place is of Provencal. No, this is a tropical island paradise. Boracay!!!!!That’s it!!!……’ Henrietta’s mind screaming and racing with thoughts though Daniela told her beforehand of the enchantment about Boracay. It only confirmed she’s in the right place but there’s no volcano within the island.
She tried to think like an agent, like how Daniela would think as a key holder deciphering her clues before. She knew everything about Daniela so there would be no problem as to how she thinks.
‘First, who is she provoking thus calling herself Agent Provocateur? The Evil one was nowhere to be seen in the poster. As always it’s his manifestation, this time it’s the volcano. The perfume’s selling point is sex but provoke here means another thing, it could not be of carnal desire because the Evil one is never of a flesh. Yes!!!! the Evil one is of an adamantine ash!!!’ her thoughts gone wild at the discovery. ‘He is neither human nor immortal. It is some adamantine ash forged by the eternal heat of Oreco. Appropriately, the question must be what she is provoking for if the action is intended for the Evil one? If her soul is to face the Evil one, how would that turn out? The Evil one is never ethereal. Then big questions arise. What is the Evil one?’ Looking back to her first and several encounters with the Evil one, this is the first time the Queen tried to know more about the Evil one. She realized they’re too focused on the Evil one, they forgot to zoomed out a bit.

‘During the last phase of my reign of the New Kingdom, the Evil one ended it with an apocalyptic whirlwind. A sandstorm unprecedented of all time vanishing and burying everything into the netherworld except the great pyramids and the elementa palace. I saw the Evil one ablaze and put on brilliantine be jeweled crown as its victor completed. It acquired the crown of absolute power and gone astral in the night.’ She told herself and was reminded of the horror the night they had lost everything. What was remained was their soul. ‘Why did the Council let it happen? Why they didn’t defend its people. It was irrational to leave your people defenseless. The Council must have reason for letting their people be prey to the Evil one.’ She told herself credulous to every reason she made up for herself no matter how vague it was.

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‘I was detained at the turrets of soul and came my next encounter with the Evil one jeopardizing me into treason in exchange for my freedom. Wait!! How did the Evil one got into the Council’s dominion? Of course, I was saved by the nimbus clouds full of ashes- the Evil one’s manifestation pouring us and had given us body temporarily. Why did the Council let the Evil one got in? Did the Council deliberately allow the Evil one’s presence in their dominion and be on the losing side of the bargain? What was the Council up to then? Why did they let the Evil one on the loose and sent us everywhere in search for the weapon more powerful than the lost ichor while the Evil one was chasing us? Now that we found the weapon- the life force, the Evil one still prevailed. Is the Council failing us? What are we to do? Had we become fully ashen which give the Council a reason to abandon us like we’ve been infected by MOFUPHA contaminants? Where is the Council now?’ wondered Henrietta since she was disconnected from the Council. She wanted to ask the Council for all the ambiguity arising in her mind. Even the scribes were out of reach since Henrietta got cut off of Council’s communication. ‘Why are they preventing the scribes from feeding me information now? They must be hiding something from me that they let Daniela alone to have access to the enchantment. Were they suspecting me of committing treason again and in league of the Evil one? Well, that’s lame; after all I’ve done for them. I knew the Evil one’s power is diminishing but I knew so little about the Evil itself. I knew of God’s power and the Council’s power to be immanent. My encounters with the Evil one told me exactly of my perception about it. Revealing itself barely the way I perceived it. Maybe that’s the reason why the Council did not talk much about it. They would say you’ll see it for yourself. Truth can never be a straight line. Even my presumptions were so real. I assumed it can be whatever you wanted it to be. The Solipsist philosophy if you will . It’s the weirdest I’ve ever felt but then I’m dealing with a complicated entity. Then it became weird and complicated. Then a stark realization formed. Whatever my vision, dreams, opinions, feelings, beliefs toward the Evil one came back to me as I had inculcated it in. Therefore, I am the one manipulating it!! But why does it become so powerful? O my god!!! The Council must have made it powerful, their equal. But why create a monster?’ Henrietta’s thoughts maddening her as she walked to and fro her quarters at Marionnaud.

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She massages the bursting vein in her forehead. The pain was killing her but she insisted on delving for reasons the Council must have for all their actions. She’s praying for an answer to come just as she prayed for the bursting pain in her brain to subside but no definite reason she could sum up and the pain only worsened. It’s aching horribly she couldn’t ease the exploding nerves in her brain. So she stopped thinking much and flattered herself of having known the Evil one’s nature as one Solipsist would think of these contaminants as mere single celled microorganisms and nothing else. The thumping eased a bit. ‘A mind needs some fun.’ She told herself.
As her brain recovered, she went back to work. ‘Is that why they cut me off? Because eventually I’ll overcome the Evil one. Is this some game we have to play? Why? Why? So many questions, limited answers and the throbbing came back so she rewards herself a sleep instead.

Continue Here……………….

Note: Pop Culture has always been embedded in our lives. We are all ardent consumer of everything Pop. Earlier days of our lives or our formative years had been encroached with images shown by an intrusive media which turned out to be our go-to guide on what’s cool or not. Readily available Pop Culture had been the staple of what’s cool to be accepted by our peers. 

Peer pressure is a force to reckon with for it always sucked us in to be competitive- keeping up with those fads and crazes which from time to time leveling up the ante. Those who lead the game of Pop obviously become princes and princesses; and few who really raise the bar so high become King and Queen- but there’s a catch.

Raising the bar so high comes with a hefty price- what’s with the substance abuse to cope with the stress brought by the impossible demands of Popdom and thus we all are trap in a world that threatens to burst any given time. 

Follow their journey to the ever changing Pop world where their child’s game of retail therapy that Pop is known for leads them to find a cure or a therapy (that is not a pseudo science or pop science) but something Pop icons and Pop luminaries pioneered and led Pop world to achieve Mental Health. 

Discover the gift of Pop………

Disclaimer: This journal chronicle events from my past career describing activities on and off salesman’s duties. All events described herein actually happened irrespective of the order the blog was posted. Any resemblance to persons living or dead should be plainly apparent to them and those who know them and that the author is not responsible for any assumptions that may arise; to construe from the fact presented is discouraged as the author is still trying to make sense of it. You may do so at your own risk.

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