After 40 days of isolation he has risen… the story is about this hero, well not actually a “hero”, but a “Rirou”. That was his nickname and when pronounced in Portuguese sounds exactly like hero. Rirou has always had a weird black and white dream that he was little, and everything around him was getting bigger and bigger, he would scream but nobody would listen. It felt like he was losing his soul in the dream. This dream kept reoccurring in his life, to a point he was afraid to sleep and dream that dream again.
On a Monday somewhere back in 2013 Rirou was already 33 years old and he was having another case of the Mondays. Like most Mondays, he got in the room for another therapy session.
This time was different. This time Rirou sat down and said to the therapist: “- Well, today you are going to talk. Can you please tell me my diagnosis?” All this year in therapy Rirou have never asked that question, because he was afraid. The therapist said: “ – Sure but can you tell me why?” He just replied: “- Nothing is real until you feel it, and in order to feel I need to hear it. I need to know that I am not crazy, and I need to know why the f*** I am back in the same f*** place as before” as he started to cry. That was the first time Rirou cried in therapy. After 10 minutes of intensive crying Rirou look to the therapist and said “The dream is true, I need my soul back. I want the red pill. I need to save me from myself”.
As the years went by Rirou was little by little reconnecting with his soul through writing, and when his son came along everything started to get more clear, after all Rirou always heard, when you become a parent you will understand. He got fully reunited with his soul, but he still didn’t understand. Well, he did understand, it wasn’t the way he was told. In fact, was the complete opposite.
One day while writing Rirou had an idea of creating a Religion out of spite. However, out of spite was not really Rirou cup of tea, after all he tries hard not to be an asshole; but the idea of creating a religion was very inspiring for him. So, he took the story of his life and made an “evil” plot to Punk the world.
Rirou had all figure it out, I mean his visions, his deja-vu, his signs, everything fitted like a beautiful puzzle. He was finally looking/feeling good naked, (Looking good naked is a matter of mind, body and soul) but he was still paralyzed due to his emotional issues. Yes, Rirou is a procrastinator. Well procrastination it is a side effect of depression, and part of Rirou’s depression is because he is a “sinner”, and now 7 years later after he took the red pill it all made sense.
Rirou had decided that 2020 was time for healing and started pretty well, but on March, Friday the 13th (Friday 13th has always been Rirou lucky day) the world went insane in the brain with the corona virus bringing a global existential crisis. The reality is that the global crisis has started way before that, but that day was when USA declared state of emergency and we all got in quarantine to avoid spreading the virus.
“God gave man the truth, the devil came along and said: “let me organize for you”East Indian proverb
Rirou went on isolation, during this period the “devil” came along and whispered let’s organize your visions and take it to action. On day 40, the rocker that has risen, but there was a glitch in the matrix, the rocker dad is not a hero. That is ok, since his friends always sang to him, “we don’t need another hero”, and they were right, we don’t another hero, we need a punk. Now the punk is awake, the plot is organized, and he is naked and not afraid.
Now the story can be told….