Free Day 50 (The DMT Series Book 2) by Erik Hamre Page B

though. Cody was rotting from the inside out. He might well possess the ability to heal others, but he was falling apart.
    Alejandro closed the door behind him and proceeded across the field to the bunker. He needed to make a trip to Uruguay. He would have avoided it if he could; there were always risks involved crossing borders, and he assumed he was reasonably high up on the list of unofficial targets for the US government. Some tasks were too important to delegate away, however.
    Alejandro had finally acquired a valuable contact inside the highly secular country of Uruguay. In record time Codyism had achieved remarkable growth rates in most South American countries. Poor countries tended to be quite religious, but Uruguay had always been a problem. Alejandro’s advisers had told him to abandon the country altogether. The population’s reluctance to embrace a new religion had nothing to do with Codyism. It was anchored in history. The country had simply not had a large enough population of indigenous people when the Spaniards had arrived with their legions of priests on conversion-missions. There hadn’t been enough people to convert in the first place, and thus the country had never really had any chance to learn about religions. Alejandro knew he needed to educate them. Codyism wasn’t a regular religion. It appealed just as much to agnostics and atheists as to Christians and Muslims. People were sick and tired of not having something to believe in, or they were sick and tired of believing in a prophet who was supposed to have lived more than a thousand years ago. People wanted evidence, something they could see with their own eyes. And Codyism provided just that. Cody, the almighty prophet who spoke to the universe, was still alive and kicking. Well, not really kicking, but he did the occasional healing, and he had been to heaven and back.
    He was a living miracle.
    The only one.
    The best thing, however, was that one didn’t have to kill an infidel or blow oneself up to gain entry into Cody’s heaven.
    One could even visit it while still alive. That was the remarkable thing about Codyism; it felt real. One could ingest some Mescalin or drink some Yage, and one could immediately experience how the entire universe and everything within it was connected. The Americans’ ridiculous attempt to stall the growth of spiritualism, by imposing life in prison sentences for being caught with psychedelics, had had the exact opposite effect of the intended one. It was business 101; when something became limited in supply, it became coveted. The Americans had made Codyism a coveted religion. The few who were able to get hold of psychedelics shared their life altering experiences on the internet. Most of it was lies of course; people making up stories to make themselves more interesting. But it helped Alejandro’s case. The liars and exaggerators sold his religion to the world. The religion that the traditional faiths like Christianity and Islam were attempting to quash with their harsh stance on psychedelics.
    The public wasn’t stupid though. They understood their governments had their own agendas. And as more and more stories were shared on the internet, Codyism was growing into a real powerhouse religion.
    Soon it would be the most powerful of all.
     
     
     
     
     

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    Agent Fowler’s white van swirled into the oncoming lane. A black Mercedes flashed his lights, but Agent Fowler was already back in his lane. A grey cat had just crossed the road in front of his van. It had appeared out of nowhere. Agent Fowler quickly checked the rear mirror. The cat was nowhere to be seen though. He concluded it had avoided being hit.
    Instead he glanced down at the passenger seat. A gun and a mobile phone were neatly placed next to a red paperback in the seat. The book’s title was Codyism , and it was currently one of the top sellers on Amazon’s stores around the world. Agent Fowler had picked up a used copy from one of the few