Elements found in Patient 38210's room:

Note 16:

In the vastness of the Indian lands, I found myself immersed in a lively dialogue with a man altered by opium. He was a man of scattered words and erratic gestures, yet his fiery gaze hinted at a deep and ancient wisdom, an intimate connection with the mysteries of the universe.

Our conversation meandered through the winding paths of music and spirituality. We delved into the infinite evocative possibilities of Western harmony and its capacity to transcend earthly boundaries, to touch the thresholds of the divine. It was then that the man, altered by opium, with surprising clarity, offered his unique insight: "Harmony," he fervently proclaimed, "is the cage of sound. It ensnares us in its webs, envelops us in its spells, and denies us access to the deepest truths of the universe."

After this declaration, he invited me to his humble abode and presented me with a flat disc. I had seen them operate in France, but only one of my friends had a gramophone. Grateful, I accepted the gift with a blend of curiosity and respect.

Upon returning to my abode (if it could be called such at the place where I resided at that moment), I borrowed the gramophone and resolved to explore this treasure. As the notes began to resonate through the old gramophone, I experienced an unexpected sensation, a surge of nausea that threatened to overwhelm me. The sounds seemed like demonic creatures dancing amidst a plague of crickets.

But fate is capricious, and just as night yields to day, so too did my perception change. At dawn, I decided to give the gramophone another chance. This time, as the noises began to flow, I experienced a revelation. The sounds, far from being monstrous, took on a transcendental beauty. I felt as if I were struck in the head with the vajra of Indra, the lightning that awakens enlightenment. For the first time in my life, I realized that I too was part of something greater, a cosmic symphony unfolding before me.

From that day forth, my obsession with the gramophone knew no bounds. I would listen to its haunting melodies day after day, allowing myself to be enveloped by its hypnotic strains. With each listen, I delved deeper into the mysteries of my being, exploring the dark corners of my mind in search of hidden truths.

I became a voyager of the soundscapes, charting courses through unseen realms that lay beyond the veil of ordinary perception. Each note became a portal to another dimension, a gateway to the unknown.

It was then that I began to grasp the true nature of my existence. By surrendering my body to the whims of another being, I forged a sacred communion with the cosmic forces that govern the universe. In the ecstasy of that divine union, I found release from the shackles of the material world, transcending the limitations of mortal flesh to merge with the boundless expanse of the cosmos.

And so, I devoted myself wholly to the practice of relinquishing my selfhood to the caprices of that otherworldly entity, allowing it to inhabit my form as my consciousness ascended to higher planes of existence. In this act of utter surrender, I discovered the ultimate truth: that true freedom lies not in the pursuit of individual desires, but in the surrender of the self to the infinite expanse of the universe.

First reference to VAJRA as an entity. It's necessary to find and analyze the mentioned sound. It's likely to be the medium of contagion.