At some point, and I can’t say when, the old demon had changed in appearance. As I watched, he changed more and more. He no longer had a tail that I could see, as he was now wearing pants. A red coat with a big, shiny black belt also took shape on his form. “As you can see,” he said, “your view of the world is changing now. You are actually skipping sideways in time. By now, the day of the surveillance pickles is near an end. I would be surprised if there was one to be seen a year from today. They were never my idea, you know. None of it was. It was all just a possible path for events, which was chosen by the collective will of all conscious beings. Most of it comes from local consciousness, but some from a larger collective encompassing all of space and time. If it was just you wishing for the changes, it probably wouldn’t happen. But many people are put out by pickle peeping, and reality was always moving away from it. You had a direct influence today, but it was already going to happen, if not as quickly. It’s still there, but now it’s only a remote and unlikely possibility. You’re still there, but your mind and will are here. You are living in a more positive light. It will change how the rest of your days unwind as well. You’re lucky to have Violet as a friend. This could have gone very poorly. I’ll be off now. If you need to call on the Christmas Spirit again, try some evergreen garland and some twinkling lights. You shouldn’t need more than that now. Merry Christmas, and give Violet a wink and a nod from me.” And he’s gone. As much as such a being is ever gone. Well… that was so much less magical than I had anticipated. It turns out that the entire universe is actually poop. But I guess it worked out okay, so… Merry Christmas.
At some point, and I can’t say when, the old demon had changed in appearance. As I watched, he changed more and more. He no longer had a tail that I could see, as he was now wearing pants. A red coat with a big, shiny black belt also took shape on his form. “As you can see,” he said, “your view of the world is changing now. You are actually skipping sideways in time. By now, the day of the surveillance pickles is near an end. I would be surprised if there was one to be seen a year from today. They were never my idea, you know. None of it was. It was all just a possible path for events, which was chosen by the collective will of all conscious beings. Most of it comes from local consciousness, but some from a larger collective encompassing all of space and time. If it was just you wishing for the changes, it probably wouldn’t happen. But many people are put out by pickle peeping, and reality was always moving away from it. You had a direct influence today, but it was already going to happen, if not as quickly. It’s still there, but now it’s only a remote and unlikely possibility. You’re still there, but your mind and will are here. You are living in a more positive light. It will change how the rest of your days unwind as well. You’re lucky to have Violet as a friend. This could have gone very poorly. I’ll be off now. If you need to call on the Christmas Spirit again, try some evergreen garland and some twinkling lights. You shouldn’t need more than that now. Merry Christmas, and give Violet a wink and a nod from me.” And he’s gone. As much as such a being is ever gone. Well… that was so much less magical than I had anticipated. It turns out that the entire universe is actually poop. But I guess it worked out okay, so… Merry Christmas.