The Invisible Visitor

Excerpts from The Invisible Visitor

“O

’ Cassock, as I live and breathe-”

This was my Cassock, the foul-mouthed apparition who sought only to shine the light on me.

“The Devil never even lived.”

“He’s talking in palindromes again,” I said, smiling sarcastically at him, hoping he would be amused at the statement.

“Do go to God,” he replied.

I groaned.

“A

re you just a ghost who can’t make it into another body or something?”

He looked up. “Well, sort of. I am currently assuming the image of my last known body, or LKB as we call it, because that was the highest life form, so to speak, that I achieved. In my last life I reached one of many plateaus. At this point, I have to serve others. They give you breaks from your earthly life, so that you can spend time helping earthly beings.” I looked a little surprised. “Yeah, I know. Some break. So I have to help others, and then when I develop substantially enough from that, I’ll be stuck back down on Earth to do more work on myself.”

“Huh. So this is an actual learning process for you as well?”

“Yeah. Freakin’ great.”

“So this is what your LKB looked like, huh?”
“We don’t really call it LKB. I just made that up.”

heard ice fall into a glass. He brought the drink over to me and made one for himself, a drink two men would share in an old movie. I might have felt more delicate if he had served me a Cosmopolitan, but instead I suffered the fate of a scotch on the rocks. Ideal or not, I gulped it favorably and winced at its sting.

“Holograms,” I sighed through my post-gulp exhalation.

He smiled at that, as if it was a statement of admiration. He sat back in his chair and said through his grin, “Yes, holograms.”