There is something about the sitar that is calling to you. Wanting you to play it. You order a handmade one from India. It costs fourteen hundred bucks including express mail delivery. Meanwhile you are getting deeper and deeper into meditation. The sitar centers you even more when it arrives and you begin playing it two to seven hours a day. Sharp focused joy can be a light beam. A slow laser building in intercity. You get to the point where you can float out of your body surrounding by a golden light of concentrated energies. You can float right to the Great Alarm. And in your peaceful state the Alarm is Frozen in time. Unable to fight back. You go there every day and shine your golden light onto the twisted circuits and machinery of the Alarm. Breaking it down more and more. Finally the whole octopus of poison parts collapses in on itself and The Great Alarm ten thousand year dominion ends. You are fRee! Everyone is free!
The End