posted on Jul, 7 2012 @ 07:16 AM
Projections! How are we all doing tonight, or this morning, or this afternoon, today? Are we good?
Oh, what fun!
I'd like to share with you all a short story... a short story detailing the events surrounding the “arising” of the projection of a
creature, this creature's life experiences, and how he came to the conclusion (that's neither a conclusion nor not a conclusion, by the way)
that not one of us is able to separate any singular “defining” or “impacting” “moment” from any other “moment” we've ever
“How terribly boring!” (backspace)
From the constant breeding of our species with other members of our species, from time immemorial until, oh, say... about 30 years ago (you may give
or take a few months), the conditions arose where a sick man met with a practitioner of medicine – a nurse, in this instance. Somehow, at some point
during this relationship, they became romantically involved. When combined in this way, they were able to create a new version of themselves. This new
version of themselves just so happens to be the creature this short story is ostensibly about. And it also happens to be... “me.” So I can tell
you from personal experience, then, that a great deal of screaming and shouting between our sick man (who had recovered, by this point) and our nurse
ensued about the creation of this new version of themselves.
So they both met other people, and finally separated. I was to reside with my biological father, as my mother moved away and could not look after me
due to the working hours of her and her new partner's profession. Here, at this point, is where I smash the chronological ordering of this story to
pieces and begin you all on a descent into incomprehensible madness, for which I am very, very sorry (yet greatly relieved)!
I laughed uncontrollably for no reason at animals that utilise sonar.
Subconsciously devastating advertisements, films, books and/or songs operate machinery, install window frames and create Tor only internet
environments seemingly all by themselves! Evangelical charlatan beaming bent-blossom down analogue in NTSC and (LOUD BANG) many other
mindcrimes in microwaves...
“Dad, dad! Look! I've smashed all of our inner doors in to reveal their cheap cardboard lattice interior, please don't go upstairs because I've
also smashed your expensive 70cl bottle of Bushmills as well, but I ain't thorry.”
“Salvation!” The inside of a hen bursts then doesn't burst then neither bursts nor doesn't burst so we all pick up our own puppet-strings and
chase our universal self away in the variety of uniforms. Roar with me at exact locations in space-time as I piss and defecate in facilities or all
over myself. Because you're only really exciting the young or wettable with unambitious marketability assured low-brow disgorge, Hollywhore.
Uninvocable electricity may suddenly frighten a herd. But power to the fence – the fence of control – also is off!
Something somewhere in my chest is bleeding all over my windowsill, all over other places, by way of mouth, for weeks. NHS Direct. X-ray to rule out
lung cancer. Ruled out, to the deafening simultaneous applause and jeering of my mixed-feelings. But I was more proud of my achievements in life that
time when I turned up to an “ice-breaking,” “team-building” exercise on the induction day for a minimum wage job I really needed and tried to
convince everyone in the room that I was The International Space Station (ISS).
Hear about an orange, now, that wasn't just an orange but the whole, entire universe. You know what? Don't bother accusing me of plagiarism or a
lack of originality just because I either heard about it or read about it from some Zen lunatic in film or literature. Just listen to the story about
the orange. Okay? Right... there was a Zen master who one day held up an orange to his disciple and claimed that it wasn't an orange, but it was the
entire universe. Yeah, that's pretty deep. Right? But for you logicians out there this one works on levels that you, too, should be able to
understand, and probably already do without any further explanation from me. If you don't then fear not! Cogitate on the interdependency and
interrelatedness of all things and how they ultimately must lack any self-existence. He had that orange there. But where did it come from? An orange
tree will probably be the most widely accepted answer to this question. But that tree had to grow somewhere, in something. That somewhere and
something, where the tree grew...
“Oh my god you're going grey!” said my form tutor (in front of the whole class)
“What? No I'm not. I'm only 12.” I replied, blushing profusely and almost setting on fire.
“No, seriously. Have a look in the mirror at break or when you get home.”
So basically the planet that tree grew on in most but not all cases has to orbit around something like a star such as our sun, but when my Dad came
home from work and caught me shooting holes in the garage door with an air rifle he didn't say anything about it.
“Hello mate u comin' daan The SNES?”
“The what?” I heard myself ask, half asleep.
“The SNES! Super Nintendo Entertainment System.”
“Yeah, it's the new pab where The Wishing Well used ta be. They took I' ova din't they.” someone explained
“Go away.” I said, less politely than that.
While we're on the subject of interconnectedness we may as well examine defining moments in our lives. We probably all have one or several or maybe
even more than several each. But can they really be distinguished from the preceding moments that they rely upon. If not, then why not? If you know
the answer to that question, why not try punching yourself (NOT TOO HARD!) in the mouth or head? You may like to try this even if you just think you
know the answer but don't actually, as well. I've just tried it myself.
When I was 18 I had a good job and rented a two bedroom house to myself in a pleasant area of town.
Now I'm 29 and live on benefits in a rented room in a shared house and plan to sit in silence facing a wall for my 30th birthday, alone.
“You can get a lot of Drum and Bass on DC++. They even got some hubs dedicated to just that.”
Oh man! Darkness. Madness. Unspeakable shame, disgrace, terror and fear. I wondered what I did or just who I might have been in a previous life. I
wondered whether we have other lives or if that's just the dogmatism of Eastern madmen. Directly experienced, they say. What if we have no lives at
all and all of this isn't even anything but a mind, dreaming? They say that too, you know, just a whole lot more eloquently. But they do say that
“Somebody had to have put all of this confusion here!” (I didn't want to have to point this out but for the sake of the objections of my
detractors, that's a quote from the Principia Discordia if you weren't already aware)