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...presents...
JOIN US
by Flack
__//////\ -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- /\\\\\\__
__ Grand Imperial Dynasty __
Est. 1984 \\\\\\/ cDc paramedia: texXxt 427-08/29/2024 \////// Est. 1984
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/+/ PART I: JOIN US \+\
"Join us," they whispered.
I took a break from preventing my screen saver from kicking in and spun
around in my leather chair to address the people standing behind me.
No one was there.
"Join us," I heard again. The voices -- electronic and distorted, almost
dysmorphic in nature -- were coming from the hall. After forwarding my phone
to the snack bar and setting my online status to "In a meeting," I grabbed my
hat and shades and followed the whispers out into the hallway. I walked
quickly and quietly around the corner, but not fast enough to catch the
elevator doors before they closed. More curious than ever, I opened the door
to the stairwell and quickly trotted down the concrete stairs in hopes of
finding the source of these peculiar voices.
When I reached the lobby I saw the front door swinging open in the wind.
"Join us," the voices said all at once -- different tones and timbres,
but unified. Many voices, yet one voice.
As I stepped out on to the sidewalk, gray storm clouds parted and I heard
the voices again behind me. Close, now. I turned and saw the herd for the
first time.
"Join us."
It was then I realized they weren't asking me.
They were telling me.
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/+/ PART II: STEER CLEER \+\
I watched in amazement as the cows in the mural moved into position. The
herd of cows, now thousands strong, aligned themselves until they were all
facing the same direction.
South, I think.
Despite the pile of work and responsibilities waiting for me back in the
office, I felt compelled to discover what the herd wanted me to find.
Whatever it was, I wanted to find it for them. What I didn't understand at
the time was, all they wanted was for me to find it for myself.
I continued walking south, past the food cart on the corner and the line
of people waiting for their lattes, until I had arrived -- both figuratively
and literally. I found myself standing in the middle of the park. My job, my
car, my laptop... none of those things were here. The further I got from
them, the less their electronic static cluttered my mind.
It wasn't until it was totally silent that I could finally hear.
"Join me."
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/+/ PART III: THE TUNNEL \+\
I found myself drawn to the statue -- an idol -- and wondering, if
anything, what it wanted. I studied its shape while standing next to it. I
was in awe of its mass. I rapped the side with my knuckle -- the thing was
solid, must've weighed at least a ton. How I had missed a solid concrete
statue standing in the middle of the park I passed every day, I'm not sure.
I stared into the beast's cold eyes, wondering why I had been brought to
this place. The voices that had drawn me here were gone. The wind was still.
The park was silent. For the life of me, I could not understand why the cow
had called me here, to this place, at this time.
And then I realized, I was here because I wanted to be here.
That's when it winked at me.
The large statue slid aside, revealing a set of clay stairs that led down
into the red dirt. It was impossible to tell if the stairs had been there for
a day or a century. The same curiosity that led me to this park led me down
into the darkness.
The steps led to a tunnel. We -- all of us -- were there; perhaps not
physically, but spiritually. We were all flowing through that tunnel. I felt
unworthy to be a drop of water in that stream, and yet the stream was a little
bit different because my tiny drop was in it. There was no upstream. This
river flows in a single direction.
At the other end of the tunnel was another set of stairs. I climbed
them, soaked in the experience and enveloped in the warmth of the herd.
As I emerged into the sunlight, I found myself standing in the field, now
one with the herd. I didn't look behind me to see if the stairs and tunnel
were gone, even though somehow I knew they were no longer there. It wouldn't
have mattered; there was no going back at this point, only forward.
I had found the c0ws.
I was home.
Join us.
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