A METAMORPHOSIS - PART 1
I had been taking a combination of prescription drugs for severe headaches and depression. One night after having taken these drugs daily for the past month, I had a strange nightmare. In it, I saw myself changing by degrees into an animal. My facial hair became thicker and furrier. My limbs became stronger, and my feet started to become larger, the toes curling outwards. Then, the nightmare stopped.
I awoke in the morning, terrified; I showered and noticed that the wads of hair on my chest were thicker. My normally sparsely haired legs grew more hair!
When I trimmed my beard, I noticed that hair was sprouting to other parts of my face. I shaved them off immediately. As I brushed my teeth, I noticed the upper teeth seemed to protrude more. There was a wild piercing ray reflecting off the glass,coming from my eyes. I still looked normal and put all these manifestations to my imagination.
I had a client meeting that morning in the office. I was as usual immaculately dressed in my suit. I greeted the client and proceeded to do an analysis of his case.
As I was reading some of the papers, he had brought at that meeting he said,
"Are you okay? I don't want to be personal, but your ears seems to be pointing out at an angle."
I excused myself and went in the next room where there was a mirror. There was no mistaking it, my ear looked very odd. It looked so large and inhuman!
I told the client that I was not feeling well and quickly made an appointment with my doctor. He was a friend of mine and was only too pleased to see me at short notice.
After a couple of hours with no further noticeable physical changes, I walked the short block to his office. Walking was becoming difficult. It seemed my feet wanted my shoes off as my toes felt that it was curling outwards. It was a fine summer day, so I took the damn things off and walked the rest of the way barefoot, it felt so much better. Although I was walking at a normal pace, it seemed me, I was swiftly passing other pedestrians who were staring at me as if I was a freak.
The mile walk to the doctor's office took less than two minutes judging by the time on my watch!
When I entered the waiting room, the ten or so people in there were staring at me. I went to the bathroom. The hair on my face sprouted all over the place on my face. My trousers seemed to be stretching from the thick bulging muscles around my legs. My chest was also ripping through my shirt. When I undid my shirt, my chest was completely covered in very thick hair. The protrusion of my teeth became greater. My ears grew larger. I was beginning to look inhuman, and I sobbed hoping that Bob, my doctor, could stop this from happening.
When I went back in the room, I managed to find a chair that shielded me from most of their embarrassing stares. Oh God help me.
Bob came running into the waiting room and ushered me into his office. He said,
"What happened to you?"
"I don't know. It all happened suddenly this morning. I thought it might be to do with the drugs you've been prescribing to me for the past month."
Bob told me that was impossible and proceeded to examine me. I was in perfect physical health, but he could not explain the transformation of my body. He suggested that I admit myself in the hospital for observation for a few days. I told him I couldn't as I had very pressing cases to do. Bob said,
"You may have no choice; if this carries on like this, and it becomes worse no one will want to have any contact with you."
I thought hard. He was right. I felt an itch on my backside and complained to Bob. When he undid my trousers and looked at my bottom, there it was, unmistakable, the beginning of a tiny tail!
Bob was confused and shouted out,
"My God, what the hell? You must go into the hospital immediately. I will call an ambulance."
As I waited for the ambulance, I kept thinking what my long deceased grandfather had told me when I was a child when we lived in that mysterious island in the Indian Ocean. I remember his words exactly, and it brought tears and my heart broke in anguish,
"You are a Brahmin-priestly blood runs through your veins as it did through your ancestors thousands of years ago, and you must always be close to God. I had a dream that you will one day have to leave this human world and go find God, and your own peace in the jungle. If He finds that you have deserted Him, you will be forced to leave!"
What did granddad mean? Why this? My wife had divorced me, and my kids had long gone to university making their own life, so I was alone, perhaps I should go to the jungle as I was no longer fit to live in this modern human world. I cried in that loneliness as I felt my thickly haired face. Granddad was right, I had been drifting away from God in the past months.
I decided I would go to the hospital to see if I could be cured of this insane illness. If not, other plans would have to be made.
I spent three days in that damned hospital, placed in a special room which they called the "isolation" room, more like a bloody "freak room."
The manifestations became worse, face and body covered totally in thick dark hair, limbs like a body builder, thick, twisted and bent. I also had large teeth and fangs, eyes deep and wild, huge ears like that of a wolf, they became frightened of me as they poked and prodded me. My condition was getting worse as I could see in their terrified eyes.
I had about twenty thousand dollars in my savings account, enough money to go to the jungles of Nepal, the land of my ancestors. I would disappear. I called my office and left instructions to close the firm.
Everyone got their severance packages and was happy. Tom and I talked a lot at the hospital. We had a lot in common,we were both middle aged, alone and divorced. We joked about the agony of our mid life crisis as we drank beers a few nights a week at our local pub.
He was a great and very close true friend. He was sympathetic to my plight. That night I called him to visit me the following morning. He was there early, and I said,
"I told you everything, Granddad's premonition and this, it is all hopeless. Tom, I must go and I need your help."
Tom cried out, with tears flowing,
"I know, my dear boy, tell me what to do, and I'll do it."
The house was put up for lease. My passport and cash were secured. Airplane ticket booked to Katmandu, Nepal, a one-way ticket. The hard part was how from my inhuman appearance, they would recognize me from my passport photo and allow me on the plane.
Tom had an idea, very simple, a religious head covering. Due to my deformed body I would be treated as disabled and escorted in a wheelchair by Tom. I would shave my face quickly, ten minutes before I went into security, as I knew it took six hours before that inhuman furry mass would reappear.
I told the head doctor that I wanted to be discharged. He refused, so Tom and I planned the escape.
The plane was leaving at 10.00 a.m. the following morning, and that night I quickly walked out of the hospital wearing one of the doctor's uniforms that Tom had stolen and given to me that evening. Tom was waiting outside in his car, and we drove off to his apartment.
I had the best sleep I have had for a long time as I felt the surge of real freedom and my union with God in that great spiritual country, living as my ancestors did thousands of years ago.
Tom was crying in the morning as we had a light breakfast. He said,
"You know I feel so trapped in this modern crazy world. I have everything, but I have nothing. I need to do this with you. Like you, I am alone; there is nothing here for me, just this mundane life of money, property, bills and godlessness."
We cried together knowing that our release would come soon.
At the airport, everything went well and as planned.
When we landed at the airport, we drove to the little cabin in a remote village in Northern Nepal, we laughed all the way, so happy knowing that finally we would both have peace, and a great union with God.
END OF PART 1