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be cleansed in the same way that the money-blinded of Tokyo had been cleansed. It would have appeased the souls of the young soldiers who had died for their beliefs decades ago, as I had been ready to do only seventy-two hours ago. They were betrayed by the puppet governments that despoiled our land after the war. As have we
all
been betrayed by a society evolving into markets for Disney and McDonald’s. All that sacrifice, to build what? To build an unsinkable aircraft carrier for the United States.
    But I had no phials left, and so I had to endure those unclean, chattering, defecating, spawning, defiling cretins. Literally, they made me gasp for air.
    I walked back down the hill under the palm trees.
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    In the palm of the left hand there is an alpha receptor point. When His Serendipity first granted me a personal audience He held my hand open and gently pressed this receptor point with His index finger. I felt a peculiar buzz, like a pleasant electric shock, and I was later to discover that my concentrative powers had quadrupled.
    It was raining on that most precious day, three and a half years ago. Clouds marched down from Mt. Fuji, an eastern wind blew across the undulating farmland around Sanctuary. I’d enlisted on the Fellowship Welcome Program twelve weeks before, and on this morning I had completed some business with one of the undersecretaries of the Fellowship Treasury. I had signed the papers releasing me from the prison of materialism. Now the Fellowship owned my house and its contents, my savings, pension funds, my golf membership, and my car. I felt freer than I had ever believed possible. My family—my unclean, biological family, my skin family—predictably failed to understand. All my life, they had measured every last millimeter of failure and success, and here I was snapping their rule across my knee. The last letter Iever received from my mother informed me that my father had written me out of his will. But as His Serendipity writes in the 71st Sacred Revelation,
The fury of the damned is as impotent as a rat gnawing a holy mountain
.
    They never loved me, anyway. They wouldn’t know of the word’s existence if they hadn’t seen it on the TV.
    His Serendipity came down the stairs, accompanied by the minister of security. The light whitened as He neared the office. I saw His sandaled feet and His purple robes first, then the rest of His beloved form came into view. He smiled at me, knowing telepathically who I was and what I had done. “I am the Guru.” And He permitted me to kiss His holy ruby ring as I knelt. I could feel His alpha emanations, like a compass feels magnetic north.
    “Master,” I replied. “I have come home.”
    His Serendipity spoke cleanly and beautifully, and the words came from His very eyes. “You have freed yourself from the asylum of the unclean. Little brother. Today you have joined a new family. You have transcended your old family of the skin, and you have joined a new family of the spirit. From this day, you have ten thousand brothers and sisters. This family will grow into millions by the end of the world. And it will grow, and grow, with roots in all nations. We are finding fertile soil in foreign lands. Our family will grow until the world without is the world within. This is not a prophecy. This is inevitable, future reality. How do you feel, newest child of our nation without borders, without suffering?”
    “Lucky, Your Serendipity. So very lucky to be able to drink from the fountain of truth while still in my twenties.”
    “My little brother, we both know that it was not luck which brought you here. Love brought you to us.” Then He kissed me, and I kissed the mouth of eternal life. “Who knows,” said my Master, “if you continue your alpha self-amplification as rapidly as the minister of education reports, you may be entrusted with a very special mission in the future.…” My heart leapt still higher. I had been discussed! Only a novice,