Questions, questions, questions.
You unlock this door with the key of imagination.
Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind.
You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas.
You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.
Imagine, if you will, a story that makes it all resolve in the minds of the Faithful, a story to boggle the mind of any but the True Believer, a story that explains it all, a fanciful story...
Young Davey is called into the presence of He Who Must Not Be Kept Waiting. "I need your body", He intones.
Young Davey begins to disrobe.
"No, no, you idiot! I need the USE of your body! Mine is failing fast and there’s work to be done; Planets to be Cleared, souls to be cracked, people to be punished, oh yes, people to be punished again and again,” says He.
“It shouldn’t take too long.”
Young Davey nods his head numbly and bravely squares his tiny frame.
“You won’t feel a thing, my boy. Now, LOOK INTO MY EYES!”
The blanketing of Young Davey’s body went almost unnoticed. Davey, of course, remained with the body but was relegated to the post of Body Entity at the service of He Who Must Not Be Noticed. Davey’s thoughts and memories were readily available to Him if anyone should dare to question His authenticity. None did.
Davey-The-Body-Entity suffered his servitude in obedient silence and was occasionally allowed control of the body in order to vent his rage and frustrations on those around him. His family, of course, realised that he’d changed and was no longer himself but they were silenced by Him in short order and shunned by the Faithful at large.
Davey had some tenuous grasp on the vague idea that all he really needed to do was procure a new body for his Master and enable a transfer and all would return to normal. The problem seemed to revolve around the fact that he just couldn’t seem to take any of his projects to fruition with the constant interference from He Who Must Be Obeyed.
And, of course, there was THE problem of finding acceptable genetic stock here on this backward Planet. He Who Must Be Satisfied was hard to please.
Davey found that alcohol and drugs could distract Him for a time and cause Him to allow the reins to slip somewhat but, of course, poor Davey was in no shape to do anything effective by the time He was out of the loop.
Some people even seemed to secretly think that Davey's behaviour had become quite erratic since that fateful day but, really, they had no idea.
Davey often indulged in his favourite secret-thought, “You think I’m erratic? Try living in the same body as He Who Must Always Be Right!”
Davey’s other favourite secret-thought was about the look on people’s faces when they finally figured it all out.
Even the Faithful were going to shit themselves!
You're travelling through another dimension -- a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's a signpost up ahead: your next stop: the Twilight Zone!
No, stop...it can't be...