Mahrta stands in the room looking at Bodhilama.

"...But you said I could stay here for longer."

"The room is getting renovated.
We have a room free under the basement, you can shift tomorrow."

"What about your other rooms?"

"Renovation."

"But Palda,..".

"He is a friend of the house!"

"So you are saying I am not a friend of the house?
I am working my ass off on the fields."

"You are here since a week. so much work you couldn't do."

"No, I am here for..."

They tried to play tricks with him. More than two months he was here.

"Wait. You guys are saying I just arrived?"

"Yes."

"I totally forgot about that."

"Good!
So it is clear. You are leaving this room tomorrow morning.
I will give you the keys to the basement."

"Yeah sure!"

It doesn't matter. He will leave anyway. This full thing about renovating the rooms is only a strategy to disturb his grounding. They know, to Integrate and finally break trough the the cloak, he needs to be grounded. Little do they know, that Bodhilama's level was way higher than it was official. Manipulating the system beyond, is one of his hobbies & it adds some extra fun in the equation. His resilience is much higher than they know. They probably think now, he totally bought their story of his recent arrival.

"They don't know that I'm almost through.
If they would know, they'd bring out the other guns."

A meagre strip of sunshine shines through the only window in the room.

The next morning, he shifts to the basement. While breathing stuffy air, he cleans the small chamber with an old, dusty broom. He takes the carpet, which covers the entire floor out onto the balcony & beats it out.

"Integrating, integrating, integrating.."

Bodhilama mumbles to himself as thick clouds of dust fly up from the surface of the carpet.
In the morning, immediately after getting up, he had unofficially implanted a 2x integration module. That speeds up his integration process and now he just has to wait till his mind is ready for the next step. After finishing the carpet and coming back to the basement, he finally is ready.

"Okay, feels like it is working, I have the need to write now. I will find my answers on paper..."

Before he takes the pen, Bodhilama sits for meditation. While sitting, he utilizes some breathwork techniques to regulate his nervous system. Than he writes down the first question:

"What is off about this reality?"

Mentally, he makes a check mark.

"That is easy. Harvesting sunflowers every day. Each other day, being on the same field.
Feels like it never ends. Every day is the same.
The behavioural change from funny-I-would-go-for-a-drink-Martha
to mechanical-I-don't-give-a-shit-about-anything-Mahrta.
And now this made up renovation thing.
Too many repeating patterns & abrupt changes without sense.
The Officials did a shitty job by creating this."

By answering the first questions, Bodhilama unlocks a deeper level & he writes down the next question.

"Who is making me believe this?"

"For sure the Officials. They let me believe that I only can stay here, harvesting sunflowers every day.
They want to keep me as a captive. Their only motivation is, the longer I stay the longer they exist. They want me to believe that mediocrity is, what I have chosen for Life. That adventures are a waste of time. That boredom is the pot of gold. That Bodhilama evaporates in time, never existed, so I become a grey mass like them. For them it is just a game. Yet, I also play this game. And the game belongs to nobody, so everybody can make their own rules. It is just a matter of remembering."

The sound of an imaginary lock opening in his head tells him that he has reached the final level.

"What is keeping me here?"

Bingo! That was the question he needs to sit on.

"I have to think about my attachments. What is holding me here?
Why can I not just leave? Something in my heart is keeping me here.
It is not the Officials who are holding me here, I am holding myself here!
I am attached to this place, or something in here.
A thing? A room? A broom? A person? A friend?!!"

Bodhilama
integrates.

These are the Letters of Bodhilama, a guy who lives in a time of transformation.
A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
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