The Metamorphosis of Fred Ralista?

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug.
The trying of men souls comes in many ways at inconvenient moments. Even as waking from a dream…….
Replace Gregor Samsas name with Fred Ralista and the familiar beginning of Kafkas story takes on a new life. Well, the idea of anxious dreams and the opening and closing of doors is not new to Fred.
Neither is the nightmare of becoming what the world wants of you and offers you instead of following your heart. Maybe it’s not such a new story. Maybe Fred is living this story that we all must live. What is different though is that unlike Samsa, Fred is rather concerned about this change into something verminous.

These past seven days were like a roller coaster, a nauseating roller coaster ride at that. More of the self-anointed that like to be in charge of us have fallen; and fallen hard. So then, the media thrusts apologists at us that CRY tragedy. While at the same time they try to cover up the insidious tyrannical behavior flashing across the screen. The stories of other unsuitable people doing unsuitable things in the never-ending campaign for president won’t stop. The wildest ideas of who owns the Kingdom of God and who will bring it on earth are running rampant. These ideas are not new. All cults come from the same ugly origin.

The pressure from outside forces to blame Fred for the downfall of others won’t stop. This juxtaposed with forces to push him into the limelight, and to make his run for president an official endeavor are like a mortar and pestle. If that’s not bad enough, Fred‘s been offered a different covert operation to work on. His current one and the new, one are both important for our security, both life threatening, and of course worthy of Fred’s legendary talents …but even Fred can only be undercover in one place at one time. Well maybe he could do both operations if the pressure to run for president wasn’t so intense.

So this mortar filled with all manner of elements being pounded with relentless pressure by the pestle is starting to make Fred look like a monstrous verminous bug. That will not do well for his status as the ultimate ladies man. You know Samsa‘s family didn’t recognize him after he changed, and now Fred wonders if the adoring ladies will recognize him anymore. He states matter of factly “It has always been about what’s in my heart William.” Then he asks me. “Will they miss what’s in my heart?”
After recalling more anxious dreams Fred summarized some of them for me and then said stoically, “Well as can really be recorded in history, most people miss most things. So I predict most people will miss what’s in my heart.”

As our secure line was starting to break up, it sounded like Fred was getting down to the true meaning of his anxious dreams. But interrupted his thoughts and said, “They’re trying to hack into our line!” He was gone.