Coincidance - Principia Discordia

224 COINCIDANCE
jars on you, I swear. It is I who am the real man and you who are the puppet
of my hallucination.
—That is the great lie of the conquerors. Sure they have been after
putting a bloody brutal scissors to our souls, in Ireland, and cutting out all
that ii Irish in us. They want us to be imitation Englishmen. And what is
James Moon if not an imitation Englishman?
—I will listen to no more of such talk from the likes of you, phantom that
you are. I am dying in a war against England and you are but a symptom of
my fever, I still say. To your face I say it.
—Peter denied Christ three times. How many times will you deny me?
—Don't be comparing yourself to God, now. That's too blasphemous
even for a goblin like yourself.
—But I am God, James—very God of very God. The True Self of every
living being is the one God. And you great fools, who are only masques and
shadows of men, are always after denying the starry Christ within, Pontius
Pilates and Peters that you are.
Please, anybody. You see it. You have been programmed.
The doctor asked Seamus, kindly, if he knew where he was.
"I am in an army field hospital," Seamus said. "In the colony of New York.
I am not mad, sir. I am only extremely nervous. Extremely high strung, you
might say. The Lord is a man of war, you know. An eye for an eye."
"Do you know how many days you've been here?"
"No." Seamus was surprised at that. "I am only nervous now, but perhaps
I was not fully in possession of all my faculties for a time."
"Do you remember how you got here?"
"An eye for an eye," Seamus said. "Do you know that way of it, doctor?
An eye for an eye, we say. An eye for an eye—it's our whole law and
religion. An eye for an eye: Deuteronomy that is. The Lord is a man of war. Exodus.
Smash the brains of the infants: Rosea. And that may we go, and an eye for
an eye and an eye for an eye and we all become fooken blind."
The doctor told the staff to keep Colonel Muadhen on laudenum.
—Ow. Be careful there. That hurt like bloody hell, it did.
—Be calm, sir. We are taking out the bullet. You will live.
And Seamus Muadhen was gone and it was a medical officer looking
down at James, because James was suddenly back in his body again, and now
he felt all the pain at once.
But at least he was alive.
Or was he? It seemed, after the operation, that James Moon was dead.
They did not have to saw off his leg—the bullet came out quickly, without
the blood poison setting in—but somebody had sawed off his identity.
Humphrey Bogart did not appear.
Colonel Seamus Muadhen—he insisted on being called that, now—