Independance and Freedom

It often amuses me how people are so vehemently against Capitalism, yet they continue to support the integrity of the system by opting to be a part of it.

They complain of being constantly tired from being overworked, leading unfulfilled lives and how corporations continue to screw up the world.

And they will continue to defend Capitalism although they disagree with it by saying things like:

'We have to work, to maintain society and order.'
'I could not afford the luxuries of life, if I did not earn money.'
'I need to be a part of the system in order to put food on the table.'

...etc, etc.

We talk about equality yet we continue to want to uphold a system that is not fair. We want the homeless off the streets, yet we want to further our careers and be at the top of the professional ladder, because we fear being homeless ourselves. We have worked hard all our lives and we don't want to lose it, therefore we don't want to fall into poverty, yet we continue to create poverty by the very intention of not wanting to be poor.

Why are we taught to look at poverty in disgust? It's offensive to our nature. We fear that the system will not look after us, and it won't. The crisis of our times, is that the economy will eventually collapse, as more people go into retirement and there is less of a younger workforce to replace and support them. The government cannot promise to look after the elderly, and the young are too busy working long hours to care for them.

Would you really miss your television if you don't have one? Do you opt for freedom or slavery? Do you prefer love over judgement? When will you leave what is comfortable for you?

If enough people get together who have the same beliefs and philosophies, it's possible for them to become independant from the system. The idea of creating a commune where a group can be self-sufficient and live off the land was an idea that was prominent in the 60s. A movie like, 'Easy Rider', and 'The Matrix' both convey the same message. They appeal to people, yet they don't affect people to alter their own lives and be in control.

A commune is not a group of religious fanatics. It is a collective of people who want self-sufficiency and independance of tax and government. How I might suggest that it could be implemented, the seeds of change sown into a culture that has been feudal and capitalist for so long, is that the retirees can come together and buy land. Fruit and vegetables can be grown on this land, worked by those of the community. The elderly of the community won't have to worry about pension or care, since the young will have the time to support them.

So what I am proposing, is a system that can co-exist within an existing system, that allows people that believe in freedom to live together. This commune, can support the homeless and whoever wants to be a part of it. It works because people are not inherently selfish, selfishness and greed are values taught to us by the system that created us. We're naturally social beings, will naturally work together for the benefit of the group and help each other.

I have heard about systems like this working in England, although the self-sufficiency may vary, it depends on the group of individuals to decide. For example, there is a large mansion which has been bought by a collective of people and divided into smaller rooms. It works by joint ownership, and is wholly owned by the group. Those who live there, are free from extortionate rents, have a place for life, and the freedom to support the community in any way they want. There are those who choose to farm on the property, and those who continue to work their everyday jobs. It has been running for several generations, to the point where nobody owns the property, and new people are accepted into the community upon the basis of what they can contribute to it.

If we want equality, we must support it by action. It starts with our own lives; not other peoples'. To be self sufficient means to be able to not support those large corporations whose aim it is to control our lives, and rather take care of the poor by taking them out of the system that they depend on so much to be able to survive. If enough people support freedom, then the economy will eventually collapse, with government following, and then we can all live in a happier world where we can live the way that humans were meant to live. Less pollution, creativity, better environment, less waste and getting in touch with the roots of culture.

It sounds all very naive, and many people will say, 'Ahhh, that will never work.' but it starts with a dream, and faith in that dream. There are many who are too fond of their lifestyles, and they cannot give it up for the greater good of equality and happiness. However, if you are on the career path ladder for riches, you will continue to make people your slaves, and thus continues the cycle of unhappiness. Capitalism supports unhappiness because it can then sell us the things that we're conditioned to think make us happy. Happiness is simple really, it's appreciating the simple things in life.

I have money to invest in starting such a commune, if anyone wants to join me? Let's take a leap to become free and free others.

Here's some links you might find interesting:
http://www.creativeideasforyou.com/commune_land.html
http://www.creativeideasforyou.com/commune_land.html#Links%20to%20Communities%20from%20F.I.C.

The Ducks

There's a wall made of ducks.

Floating in the skies, high above the mountains, into the darkness that is on the edge of Earth's protective atmosphere, is an island. The island is a huge circular plate that revolves slowly. It has a lake, it's own land masses, shores and vegetation. The lake sits in the middle of the island and creates the island's own atmosphere.

Multicoloured ducks glide across the lake. Silver fish with mirror like scales dart to and fro beneath the surface. When a breeze stirs, it causes the reeds to shake and make the sound of tubular bells. There is no other life on the island but a large pair of disembodied hands whose job is to look after the place.

Every now and then, the large pair of hands, will pluck a stone from the golden sand of the lake's shores and toss it into the water. Crystal drops of water splash upwards, and as they land, they form more ducks and fish; making a soft popping as they do.

On one side of the island is a wall of ducks. The hands will come together to form a cup, carefully scoop a duck from the lake and carry it across the island to stack it on the wall. They are squished into position after being petted, they aren't hurt, nor do they complain. This structure is vibrant with the colours of the rainbow, you cannot discern the ducks from a distance.

Miracles

"There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle."

Albert Einstein

Truth

Truth

She wants to speak to me,
But I do not want to listen,
She speaks angrily,
But that is not her message,
She makes me angry,
That is not what she wants;
I do the opposite.

This is my relationship with her.
My emotions blind me,
they make me deaf.
I cannot see beyond her face,
she does not want me to see;
yet she is beautiful.
I am reacting.

She is the attraction,
and she is the distraction.
She is a lie, but she is the truth.
I know myself through her.
She leads me astray
Because I follow her
but do not listen.

When I see her, she disappears,
She makes me aware
That she is not there,
That is how she speaks,
That is her language,
That is why -
I want to know her.

The Letter

The Letter

The Letter is crisp and infinite,
I love the Letter,
I cherish the Letter.
The Letter smells good.
The words in the Letter are beautiful.
The Letter reads like silky petals.

I hold the Letter to my heart,
I love the way the Letter folds and unfolds.
I don’t want to let go of the Letter.
The words are evocative and truthful;
They are lying and deceitful.

Another wrote the Letter,
In another time, in another language.
The day I received the Letter,
I feared to open it.
When I opened it I loved it, I hated it,
I despised the Letter.

I, we, them wrote the Letter,
I forgot who made the words,
The sender wants a response,
I love the Letter,
The words are disappearing,
Time for a reply.

Understanding the Machine

A cog within a machine can only wander so far before the machine stops working. Therefore a cog can never see the machine as a whole, but only the pieces around it.

Can something which has never been a part of the machine be integrated into it?

Consciousness

There are a myriad of worlds or realities where we all exist. There are an infinite number of combinations for how each world is made up. Consciousness is a view point. It is a perspective. We choose our consciousness, and there is only one, we can only have one. It moves through each reality by its actions.

What is consciousness? consciousness is what we see as the everyday world. Our actions determine our perspectives, it determines our life. We are everything that consciousness embodies. It is a vehicle that moulds it's path and everything around it.

Experience is a form of currency within the universe. Experience can be exchanged to either make ones life better or to make it worse. Most consciousnesses decide that they want to use their experience to make more experience. Experience solidifies those things that appeal to our senses.

The types of experience that we choose, will affect our senses. By altering our experience, we alter our senses. By altering our senses we are able to step outside and take a look at our lives and change it for the better.

In all the worlds, we are given the choice. We are free to experience and earn that experience. Experience is also power, so it can be easy to be addicted to it. We should use our experiences to make it better for everyone.

Experience is also a form of energy that can be converted to different forms. It takes shape in different concepts but usually in the form of desire. Desire keeps us rooted to a reality and maintains it. To remove desire, we are able to allow our experience to free us.

Consciousness does not realize it's freedom. It can choose to be 'good' or 'bad'. Those are concepts that are subjective to the consciousness and are determined by the ego. Ego is a part of consciousness, it is the anchor of consciousness and keeps it rooted into realities. It allows us to experience our desires.

Desire is not always pleasant. Desire can take the form of self-hatred and self destructiveness. With our experience, we should not choose desire, we should choose to alter our reality. Desire feeds the ego, the anchor, which keeps us grounded in that reality, until that reality become over laden with desires. The greater the desires, the more grounded the ego.

Without ego, the consciousness is able to move freely through the world configurations and find a reality which is more apt towards it's goals. The ultimate goal of consciousness is to achieve freedom from the worlds. The type of worlds in which we move through, at the lowest level, is called Earth. That is how we understand it.

Once we understand that the monetary value of the lowest level is not money, but experience, and that the experience can be used not to feed ego with desire, but to enable us to swim through the constructs of reality.

We are conscious beings, and that consciousness refers to everything that it knows as life. Life is a term that exists on different levels. It can only be understood as a process of doing things. Everything is a part of life, even death. Death is also desire, because desire is related to conformity, the ego tastes conformity in desire when it absorbs it.

Consciousness exists in other beings. Some people do not have consciousness because their egos have grown too large from fear and therefore has swallowed up their consciousness. They become illusions that have little power to escape until someone gives them experience to free themselves if they want to.

Life is working these things out. The consciousness has been given the freedom to understand this and release itself. Ego allows the consciousness to remain rooted within realities.

On different levels, consciousness works or even appears different. At the lowest level of reality, the consciousness is perceived as many others, other people, objects, animals, but at the highest level, the consciousness is felt as one. Therefore consciousness itself can be moved through. The conscious levels start with many (time exists), then it will be the people who are with you at the moment (time ceases to exist at this point), one person who you will talk to (the other, like a spirit guide), eventually there is one (you are the whole consciousness).

Once one has entered the whole consciousness, this is the place where actions are decided, and the consciousness can decide where to go from there, although it is limited by ego, it is also the place where ego can be eliminated. Once ego has been removed while you are wholely conscious, your perspective will change, it is like cutting the string of a helium balloon and allowing the wind to carry it into the skies so that everything is visible.

Consciousness is able to work at different levels, actions performed on the highest level affect the lower levels. The lowest level is our everyday existence. At the highest level of consciousness, it is a thought action, at the lowest level, it is physical action. Major life changes can be altered at the highest level.

These are things that we all should know but have forgotten, so we have to keep reminding ourselves. I write this as a mid-level thought action to affect change in the direction that my higher consciousness has seen fit and laid out for me. You can bring desire to higher consciousness, but not the other way around, memory is a form of desire, so the thoughts of higher consciousness can not be recalled by lower consciousness.

I hope to refine this; hope it makes sense.

A Society that Judges

We are all trained to be judges. We live in a society which is based upon judgement. If we did not judge others, then the world would be a better place.

People judge based on fear of the unknown. They must overcome their fear and be willing to be subjected to the unknown to understand the source of their own prejudices.

Society is diverse. People come from different backgrounds, behave and look differently. We have to learn to accept them, because without acceptance, then there is no trust; but we must also judge ourselves for judging them. Everyone wants to be right all the time, but in reality there is no right, the only truth is love for your fellow humans.

Judgement is an enormous part of human nature, we like to judge, yet we are unhappy to be judged. Judgement creates fear, it stops us from being ourselves, yet we are watchdogs of each other, our own law.

Acceptance of others, accepting who and what they are creates unity and then understanding. The understanding allows the influx of knowledge to further ourselves towards a better world.

In all our lives, we have been everyone and each other. We have to treat others as we would have them treat us. When we are attacked, we become defensive and it creates negativity by making us aggressive. Negativity stops us from growing.

Non-acceptance creates war and conflict. By not accepting, we create pain and suffering to ourselves and others.

We must also accept ourselves, for if we don't then the suppression of anger and guilt will manifest themselves as actions that inflict pain on others.

Suffering is self inflicted. We hurt ourselves by hurting others.

Conversation about Life

Lee says:
hey
Lee says:
I'm stoned and I'm writing
Kerry says:
haha
Kerry says:
so that's what you've been doing all night.
Lee says:
yes getting stoned
Lee says:
I figured out the meaning of life
Kerry says:
42?
Lee says:
but because of the fact that I am insane, nobody will believe me
Lee says:
also that there is no such thing as insanity
Kerry says:
I don't think you're insane.
Lee says:
The meaning of life, is that you get to choose your life
Kerry says:
yes. I've always thought so.
Lee says:
and learn to stick with your choice
Kerry says:
well, I haven't always thought so, but I do think that.
Lee says:
I think you can actually change your life
Lee says:
I believe that the fabric of reality can be altered to ones desires
Kerry says:
do you mean in a dimensional sort of way?
Lee says:
there is no time, just a picture, you can blink, and the picture will change
Lee says:
if you have enough understanding, you can alter your life from start to finish.
Kerry says:
do you think you can do that? yourself, personally?
Lee says:
I have done it!!!!
Kerry says:
you have?
Lee says:
I am proof that it's possible
Kerry says:
when did you do it?
Lee says:
I have become self sufficient!
Kerry says:
in what way?
Lee says:
I think at 25 when I did a big lsd trip
Kerry says:
ok, go on..
Lee says:
the trip actually changed, altered my reality
Lee says:
but I didn't know it at the time. Now my reality is exactly the way I asked for it, but there is always a price to pay for that
Lee says:
But I can pay it back by explaining that everyone can do it
Kerry says:
tell me about the price.
Lee says:
and I am a living example
Kerry says:
what sort of price?
Lee says:
the price is constant paranoia from people who think I'm either crazy, insane, or too damn lucky
Lee says:
There was never any luck
Kerry says:
nor crazy or insanity
Kerry says:
how do you do it then? explain it to me.
Lee says:
I almost remember another life, where I failed to do it
Kerry says:
really? what do you remember?
Lee says:
I remember that it was very similar to this one, the alternate realities vary in an eternity of subtle ways
Kerry says:
do things look different, or just sort of 'feel' different...
Lee says:
but if you push parts enough, they can change radically
Kerry says:
?
Lee says:
I'm trying to explore whether the process requires much memory loss
Kerry says:
hmm... I can see how it might...
Lee says:
I know for radical changes, they will be harder to remember
Lee says:
Everyone has been looking for this answer
Lee says:
I realized I have to show people how to do it
Lee says:
Firstly they must understand and have faith that the reality in which they live in, exists in two parts
Kerry says:
what are the two parts?
Lee says:
one is mallible, and the other is not. One is the software, and one is the hardware.
Kerry says:
ok, that makes sense.
Lee says:
so in order to reconfigure your life, we must accept that we are able to do it
Kerry says:
ok, so once you've come to that realization, then what happens.
Kerry says:
if my questions are distracting, I can stop, if you'd rather just tell me.
Lee says:
we have to take a look at our lives, and find what we are looking for. If we really want it, then we should just take it as a path of exploration
Kerry says:
yes, that's right for sure!
Lee says:
hmmm sounds a bit simple
Lee says:
the problem with language
Lee says:
i just read it, and realized it conveys a different message
Kerry says:
that's true. its not easy to describe an abstract problem.
Kerry says:
ok
Lee says:
Okay, here goes...
Lee says:
every philosopher who has experienced this alter reality has seen reality from afar
Lee says:
they can't explain it.
Lee says:
But they were once people who really wanted to do it, and set themselves, their lives to it.
Kerry says:
ok, go on.
Lee says:
do you think you can change your parents? that is really the question. Can you change your past?
Kerry says:
no, I don't think you can. but at the same time, you can change the way you see your parents. your angle on what they're like can change - your perspective.
Lee says:
no! you're talking in the present
Kerry says:
that's what happens when people get older - easier to relate to them...
Kerry says:
ok
Kerry says:
you're asking me if I can 'actually' change them.
Lee says:
I'm talking about altering reality
Kerry says:
if I think I can.
Kerry says:
I'm not sure.
Kerry says:
I can imagine that there are ways...
Kerry says:
but then I start thinking about alternate dimensions where everything is different in some way.
Kerry says:
almost identical, but different in subtle ways that might be hard to see...
Kerry says:
is that more what you mean?
Lee says:
thats why when you change your life, it can only change subtley, the greater changes can only happen with faith
Lee says:
nobody has enough faith to change it for completely worse or better
Lee says:
but enough to make small changes to improve their own life and others
Kerry says:
so when you were 25 and had this LSD experience, can you explain what changes were made to your own life?
Kerry says:
I mean, do you actually know what they were?
Lee says:
yes!
Kerry says:
can you tell me?
Kerry says:
that might help me understand.
Lee says:
I imagined myself riding a scooter on lsd, I wanted a bike.
Lee says:
I won a scooter, in a competition
Kerry says:
oooooooooohhhhh
Lee says:
isn't that weird
Kerry says:
that's right, you did!
Kerry says:
that's very weird!
Lee says:
I wanted my parents to be successful
Lee says:
they became successful
Lee says:
my life is so strange, I have learnt to control it, but I know it sounds crazy
Kerry says:
It doesn't sound crazy, but its definitely bizarre.
Kerry says:
I believe that anything is possible.
Lee says:
the meaning of life is to learn that your choices will affect other people's lives and also punish you accordingly
Kerry says:
do you feel that you willed those things to happen?
Kerry says:
what about choices you make for yourself?
Lee says:
I did will those things to happen, and it happened
Lee says:
it was the choice I made, so I can do what I do
Lee says:
it sounds like just wishing, but it's not, it's about being open
Kerry says:
you made the choice during the LSD trip?
Lee says:
we've been programmed to think that we don't have the ability
Kerry says:
no, I understand the difference...
Lee says:
the distractions stop us doing it
Kerry says:
maybe you managed to tap into a part of your brain that other people don't know how to use.
Kerry says:
some kind of connection was made.
Lee says:
my life I have created, it is so strange
Lee says:
but it somehow works
Kerry says:
but what about for yourself?
Lee says:
although it has created interest, it has also created a clown image of who I really am
Kerry says:
aren't there things you would want to happen to your own life?
Lee says:
I am doing it!
Kerry says:
what are you doing then? right now?
Lee says:
next time you are here with me, something good will happen to your life
Kerry says:
do you know what it is?
Lee says:
What I want in my life, is freedom from slavery
Lee says:
and I got it, partly, not without repercussions of course, but that is for my ego to deal with
Lee says:
because the things I say, might make me sound better than everyone else
Lee says:
but I'm not
Lee says:
I was there once
Lee says:
that's why I've spent such a long time studying it.
Kerry says:
you were where once? better, or just thought you were better?
Kerry says:
ok, I understand that.
Lee says:
there is no such thing as better
Lee says:
there is whatever suits you
Kerry says:
so now you're saying that something good will happen with my life, does that mean you've been willing something ot happen?
Lee says:
we're afraid to ask for something, that doesn't seem right, so we end up punishing ourselves by dreaming of hardship
Lee says:
the thing is, I don't know if I have the ability to change your life, or whether people must do it on their own
Lee says:
for a start, I don't know your life
Lee says:
but I know that you would like to have more free time to pursue your interests
Lee says:
I think that's very important.
Lee says:
So you might want to be able to have that time, but you yourself have to think how you can change your past/future in order for that to happen
Lee says:
i'm actually am aware that this stuff sounds crazy
Lee says:
I have done things to alter my situation

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So you might want to be able to have that time, but you yourself have to think how you can change your past/future in order for that to happen

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i'm actually am aware that this stuff sounds crazy

Kerry says:
I'm sorry - msn kicked me out
Kerry says:
you've done things to alter your situation.
Kerry says:
do you mean in a general 'all encompassing' way, or specific things?
Lee says:
So you might want to be able to have that time, but you yourself have to think how you can change your past/future in order for that to happen

Kerry says:
I might have missed some of what you said when I got kicked offline.
Lee says:
i said that my life will have people that will help me out so I can pursue the discovery
Lee says:
okay it doesn't matter
Kerry says:
of course it matters. I probably didn't miss much.
Kerry says:
if anything.
Lee says:
I think it's hard to persuade you, as it would be to myself when I'm not in this zone
Kerry says:
don't forget, you were talking about this very thing on Saturday night, and i was just as stoned as you were.
Kerry says:
I've been thinkingn about it a lot ever since.
Lee says:
what would you say, if I told you that I had a dream of all the people that I now know
Kerry says:
tell me about it.
Lee says:
everyone says that 'life is not what it seems' have you heard this?
Kerry says:
of course.
Lee says:
because they are trying to explain this! Life works on a higher level
Lee says:
the mundane reality surrounds us with distractions, we must break out of it
Lee says:
and to do it, we must dream how we want it
Kerry says:
'assaulted by sound'... yeah, I totally get that.
Lee says:
not just sounds, but by feeling the need to comply
Lee says:
it stops us from being able to be in the zone and altering our lives for the better
Kerry says:
are you trying to tell me that you've dreamt about everyone you now know, before you even met anyone?
Lee says:
YES!
Kerry says:
I know not just sounds, that was what it made me think of.
Lee says:
we have met all before, at a different party
Kerry says:
when did you have that dream?
Kerry says:
you were saying that the other night!
Lee says:
when I was on lsd
Kerry says:
but I didn't get what you meant by that
Kerry says:
are you sure it was us?
Kerry says:
that was a long time ago...
Lee says:
you're all familiars
Lee says:
people appear familiar in the altered state because you see that you have met them
Kerry says:
no wonder you were talking about feeling disconnected (my word, not yours).
Lee says:
each time, in a different version of your life
Kerry says:
did you just realize this the other day? or have you always known this?
Lee says:
I could have chosen a life of homelessness or extreme luxury
Kerry says:
...that you had met us all before
Lee says:
I have kind of realized it before, but I got scared and paranoid, I thought I was going mad, but it makes absolute sense now
Kerry says:
you've thought you've met me before?
Lee says:
i have been scared and paranoid for my life since 25, and been living a life that is out of control, now I am able to control it
Lee says:
I remember, you said to me, 'I want to be your soulmate'
Lee says:
I remember you have said that to me before
Kerry says:
really?
Kerry says:
that's weird!
Lee says:
I know, I got more weirded out
Kerry says:
do you remember anything else about that?
Kerry says:
did I say that to you on the weekend? that I wanted to be your soulmate? I remember there was a conversation about soulmates.
Lee says:
i didn't talk about soulmates
Lee says:
my life is the perfect example of how you can control your life
Kerry says:
I think you did at one point... but it was abstract
Lee says:
I have made it weird, to prove it
Lee says:
I was talking about the levels
Kerry says:
yes, mostly.
Kerry says:
you were also talking about clues...
Lee says:
no, only in my blog
Lee says:
but those ideas are more refined now
Kerry says:
and about how you made it all happen.
Lee says:
I wrote them as they came to me, but if I wrote it again, it'll be more refined, although I risk losing the rawness
Lee says:
I feel that the people I know, and have met, I myself have created the situation that we are all together
Lee says:
I have drawn people that are intelligent and beautiful enough to understand what I have to say with an open mind
Kerry says:
you were talking about it on the weekend too.
Kerry says:
yes, that would be the difference. you've been thinking about it non-stop since I think.
Lee says:
I want to show people, but it does require them to be open
Kerry says:
you were talking about it on the weekend, not writing it. but you may have written about it before.
Kerry says:
yes, that's what you were saying!
Kerry says:
do you remember telling me that I weaved some kind of a trap?
Lee says:
oh yeah, I was just paranoid
Lee says:
i read it wrong
Kerry says:
what were you thinking though? its been bothering me.
Lee says:
i meant it in the sense that you caught me
Kerry says:
I caught you? how?
Lee says:
you brought me back to the truth
Lee says:
I have been lost
Kerry says:
it sounded as though you were angry with me. you kept saying "you know".
Lee says:
oh yeah I remember
Kerry says:
I still don
Kerry says:
I still don't know.
Lee says:
you know what that whole camping thing was about
Kerry says:
in what respect? I need some context
Kerry says:
all I know is that I felt blamed for something at the time.
Lee says:
you wanted me to tell you how to get there and be able to do it
Kerry says:
that's what it was?
Lee says:
yes
Lee says:
my life situation also closes me off to people, I have been opened by my experience
Kerry says:
I wasn't sure, because it seemed to be a very sudden thing to say, in the midst of everything else we were talking about.
Kerry says:
by your LSD experience? Or by some more recent experience.
Kerry says:
?
Lee says:
by the camping trip
Kerry says:
yes, I can see that.
Kerry says:
are you still feeling very positive about it all?
Lee says:
i wish i could prove my beliefs but you're asking for a miracle, and I can't do that
Kerry says:
I don't mean to sound like I'm asking for a miracle. I'm just trying to understand.
Kerry says:
Its becoming more clear
Kerry says:
in bits and peices
Kerry says:
its very hard to understand someone's entire thought process. it could take a lifeltime sometimes.
Lee says:
i was watching a documentary today that says that our lives are fucked because our culture is removed from the psychoative tradition that has been with us since the beginning of time
Lee says:
all cultures before this era, embraced the religious psychoactive experience
Kerry says:
that's true
Lee says:
we have other drugs to suppress us, to prevent us from being creative and free, but also to stop us from pursuing our dreams
Kerry says:
yeah
Lee says:
we free ourselves by belief and it changes our life
Lee says:
I have money in the bank to support myself
Kerry says:
you know, I wonder if there wasn't something strange going on in the sandbanks this weekend. there was an awful lot of introspection going on this weekend.
Lee says:
I have freetime
Lee says:
to think and share my experience with others
Kerry says:
that's a lot to have going on.
Kerry says:
really.
Lee says:
everyone can do it!
Kerry says:
most people don't have that luxury - the free time is the most important.
Lee says:
not just me! you can make it happen
Lee says:
that's what we're told to believe
Lee says:
and it stops us from allowing our consciousness to be what it can
Lee says:
those luxuries come with enlightenment
Kerry says:
how can it? too many 'earthly' concerns. that's the problem. we live in a world that has too much unimportant shit going on.
Lee says:
I'm trying to say, that you alter your reality, by willing it
Lee says:
I have done it to my own
Lee says:
I am living it
Lee says:
I have the freetime
Kerry says:
'freedom'time.
Lee says:
people are scared of freedom
Lee says:
they are scared of what it represents
Lee says:
they think that freedom is the end of everything that we know
Lee says:
freedom from compliance, allows us to change our reality
Kerry says:
we've created a world that doesn't allow freedom.
Lee says:
we are the writers of the book we call life
Lee says:
yes!
Lee says:
because alot of people don't want it
Kerry says:
that's right.
Kerry says:
they need to be told how to live.
Lee says:
we could all be living in a world with no rules
Lee says:
but we are programmed to feel guilty for breaking them
Kerry says:
exactly.
Lee says:
the rules are there to make us feel bad and to suppress us
Kerry says:
just look at all the single adults in their 30's who are a disappointment to their families who want them to be married with a house and kids.
Lee says:
and when we are suppressed, we forget that we can change our lives by raising our consciousness and therefore allowing our lives to be easier
Kerry says:
definitely!
Kerry says:
one small step at a time can change everything.
Kerry says:
the hardest part is getting past the fear.
Lee says:
no, I don't think you understand completely
Kerry says:
i'm trying!!
Lee says:
i'll give an example
Kerry says:
ok
Lee says:
imagine where you lived in a world where everyone was granted one wish, what would you wish for?
Kerry says:
is this a hypothetical question?
Lee says:
yes
Kerry says:
ok. so I have one wish.
Lee says:
anything
Kerry says:
ok, so you want me to answer! ok. I would wish for ...
Kerry says:
like Buttercup says, I would wish for true love.
Kerry says:
now what.
Lee says:
then if you wished for that, then your life will alter accordingly
Lee says:
I could not say what would happen
Lee says:
but you may end up meeting your true love, but it might end up being a woman
Lee says:
what I'm trying to say, is that whatever you wish for, you'll likely get something that you least likely expected
Lee says:
say if someone wished for world peace, what would happen?
Kerry says:
I would never have assumed that it could work any other way.
Kerry says:
world peace, true love, wealth...
Lee says:
those things can also have negative repercussions, although well intended
Kerry says:
those things are things that would happen in a miriad of ways.
Kerry says:
that's true.
Kerry says:
like the saying goes "be careful what you wish for, you might get it".
Lee says:
I've come to the realisation, that it is what karma is
Lee says:
you wish to be a multimillionaire with everything
Kerry says:
I was thinking that when you were talking about the punishment aspect earlier.
Lee says:
if you wish to be rich, then you will become isolated from people who are genuine
Lee says:
if you wish to be poor, then you will experience sympathy and care
Lee says:
but you will also suffer physical hardship
Lee says:
to sum up, you cannot be greedy
Kerry says:
what did you wish for, to bring yourself to this point?
Lee says:
i wished that I could share with people my knowledge
Kerry says:
of course not. but greedy people wouldn't care about this sort of thing anyway. those are the people who rule the world as we know it.
Lee says:
and my life has enabled me to do that
Kerry says:
that's why you're a writer Lee.
Lee says:
because my life has taken to the wish
Lee says:
i'm different from everyone else
Kerry says:
it has.
Kerry says:
that's a good thing.
Lee says:
I just need people to understand that I made it, and everyone else makes their own situation
Kerry says:
have you been talking about all of this all night? who were you with?
Lee says:
my situation is not ideal though
Lee says:
just by myself, I had a spliff with my housemates and decided to retire to my room and think about life, and it's meaning
Kerry says:
its probably a good thing. I mean, over the weekend with everyone else around. you needed time to yourself to process it all.
Kerry says:
do you think that other people understand this?
Lee says:
life is like a complex programme, but it's codes can be changed
Lee says:
program
Lee says:
sorry
Kerry says:

Lee says:
I wonder if other people get this or not.
Lee says:
I wonder if other people have done the same thing as me, or I am the first.
Kerry says:
I think they do. But everyone would think about it in different ways though.
Lee says:
Or whether I am the last, and everyone is just testing me
Kerry says:
You were describing things very mathematically the other night
Lee says:
I saw it in mathematical terms
Kerry says:
I think I can say, without a doubt, that no one is testing you.
Lee says:
well as an abstract construct
Lee says:
it was hard to describe
Kerry says:
see, math isn't a way I would choose to see this sort of thing. but I'll admit, I've done that myself.
Lee says:
i think that people know it, but are afraid to believe it, because society programs us that certain ways of thinking are 'insane'
Lee says:
The power of each person to change their own lives and shape reality
Kerry says:
many people are very closed-minded. more then I'm comfortable with, that's for sure.
Kerry says:
yes, I believe that Lee.
Kerry says:
I may be describing it in simple terms then you though.
Lee says:
there is more to life than meets the eye
Kerry says:
yeah
Lee says:
once we see the other levels, it is like discovering the other controls of a new car
Kerry says:
people decide the kind of life they want to ahve.
Lee says:
you get more control
Kerry says:
of course.
Kerry says:
the more options you know about, the more things you can accomplish.
Lee says:
they decide, but they don't just do it through work, they do it through understanding life, and manipulating the coding underneath
Kerry says:
I think this is the point where my understanding of what you're talking about falters.
Kerry says:
but I think ultimately I'm seeing the same (at least similar) result.
Lee says:
life is mathematics
Lee says:
every action causes a reaction, it is mathematical
Kerry says:
right
Lee says:
the smallest action, can have big implications
Kerry says:
chaos theory
Lee says:
yes, butterfly effect
Lee says:
it's much talked about
Lee says:
scientists question it
Lee says:
once you understand the patterns that make up what we understand is reality, we can start to change it, beyond physical manipulation
Kerry says:
the proof would be nearly impossible to collect. the science involved, the condistions... It can never be proven, really.
Lee says:
lets say that you wished to be rich
Kerry says:
you're telling me that you've worked out the code.
Lee says:
in order for that happen, your life must justify it
Lee says:
it could happen by you stumbling upon a suitcase full of notes
Lee says:
or being discovered for a movie, and you become a famous actress
Lee says:
you find the pattern that makes that happen, and you change it, life is made of patterns
Lee says:
or you could say that your parents won the lottery when you were young
Lee says:
or just working for it
Lee says:
it depends on which one you choose for you to happen
Kerry says:
what about the price. the punishment. did you decide what that was goign to be? Or is that just your lot?
Lee says:
the price depends on what you wished
Kerry says:
I don't think you deserve that kind of punishment.
Kerry says:
ok
Lee says:
if you choose to work for a living, you're with the majority of the planet
Lee says:
they will accept you because of your struggle
Lee says:
if you choose to have won the lottery, they will despise you, and you will always be paranoid about your true friends
Kerry says:
that makes sense.
Lee says:
i mean paranoid about people wanting you just for money
Kerry says:
yes, I got that.
Lee says:
but the fact is, that you can choose anything you want, just like that, and you wake up to a different reality than the one you left
Kerry says:
the wheels have been put in motion towards the desired result.
Lee says:
this is the new consciousness that people need to accept to make the world a better place
Lee says:
we could all live in paradise
Kerry says:
wouldn't that be nice.
Lee says:
but we have to not concede to our ego, but try our best to help others achieve what they want
Kerry says:
it seems to me that this kind of altruism woudln't warrant any kind of punishment at all.
Lee says:
there is always punishment, unless people learn to accept each other
Lee says:
once we learn to accept each other, then the world will be a better place
Kerry says:
that's true.
Lee says:
to accept others, we must learn to accept ourselves and accept our flaws and errors
Lee says:
everyone makes mistakes, everyone has that
Kerry says:
...and accept that other people are not looking for our flaws.
Kerry says:
that other people are altruistic deep down as well.
Kerry says:
not everyone, of course.
Lee says:
People are looking for flaws, all the time
Kerry says:
but they are out there.
Kerry says:
but they're not always judging the flaws.
Kerry says:
If I had to walk around all the time worrying that everyone was aware of all my flaws - or judging me for them - I couldn't be a happy person.
Lee says:
do you want to go to sleep now? you have to go to work tomorrow
Kerry says:
yeah, I was going to say that shortly actually.
Lee says:
okay
Kerry says:
I'm very interested in all of this though, so its hard to stop. lol
Lee says:
that's good
Kerry says:
we can talk about it more later.
Lee says:
your life will improve as if by magic
Kerry says:
lol
Lee says:
I'm being honest
Kerry says:
I'm not laughing at you, I'm just thinking about what that might mean.
Kerry says:
in general.
Kerry says:
I wonder what it would take for my life to improve.
Lee says:
once you start to understand, and awaken to it, you really can give yourself what you want and you don't need to feel guilty about it
Kerry says:
that would be nice, for sure...
Kerry says:
but we can discuss it more later on. Did you get my email earlier, btw? Wednesday maybe?
Lee says:
okay, wednesday is good
Kerry says:
ok cool.
Kerry says:
sorry to cut the chat short.
Kerry says:
...well, I guess its been over an hour.
Kerry says:
g'night Lee, don't forget to get some sleep.
Lee says:
g'night
Lee says:
can I copy and paste some of this conversation into my blog?
Kerry says:
sure, I don't mind.
Lee says:
thanks!
Lee says:
you have inadvertently helped me
Kerry says:
I was actually thinking of telling you to save the entire chat - might help you later - if wondering the questions other people might have.
Kerry says:
I've always believed in the socratic method.
Kerry says:
i'm not sure that's exactly what's been goign on, but question/ answer helps.
Lee says:
Logic allows freedom but at the same time prevents it
Kerry says:
it can. questions can divert.
Kerry says:
thats why I asked you earlier if you wanted me to stop asking them.
Lee says:
no I enjoy the questions, that's why I wanted to talk to you
Kerry says:
Ok cool.
Lee says:
no one can explain it, I never explained the meaning of life,
Kerry says:
no, I guess you never did get around to that part.
Lee says:
maybe it's easier through fiction
Kerry says:
maybe!
Lee says:
I can use characters to symbolise what I'm trying to say
Kerry says:
its certainly an other way to explain
Kerry says:
yes, I beleive a lot of writers do that.
Lee says:
but then people might misinterpret the message
Kerry says:
that's the danger.
Kerry says:
ok... i've got to go now...
Kerry says:
but write your fiction Lee
Lee says:
cya later
Kerry says:
maybe it'll be clearer then you think!
Kerry says:
g'night

Buying a Monkey: Part V (of a 5 part series) - Victory Edition

Fighting distractions so I can type what I want to say. Thanks for all the tips! Every little one helps me get along in life.

The Meaning of Life (as it should have been)

We all choose a life. We choose our history, our parents, our brothers and sisters, our friends, everything. We have the ability to control our lives and decide what we want them to be. This reality is malleable.

Choose a better life for yourself. You don't have to be a slave, make your family better off. Focus on luck. This affords you the time, to concentrate on learning about the 'machine' that you live in.

The illusion of 'reality' is designed for suffering.Everyone has a fear that has been programmed into them. Negativity feeds this reality and keeps it alive. Guilt, paranoia and fear feed it. The guilt of 'doing nothing' for me, feeds it and stops me from focusing. Everyone is being pushed to be slaves of the system. I have heard myself say before, that everything around you is an illusion.

The sure fire side to enter this 'higher' reality is by using drugs. Drugs are not mushrooms or lsd, they are the illusion of the concept that takes us to the other realm. In this other realm, we are able to alter our reality. The problem is to achieve this state, we must overcome the paranioia of taking drugs.

This higher reality does exist, yet it is not allowed to be talked about in the media. The government are trying to stop this happening. We need the whole planet to be on drugs*, so we can all simultaneously all be equal.

*note: 'to be on drugs', nobody stays on drugs, you take them and it allows you in*
Equality creates justice. Inequality creates difference. Difference creates prejudice. Therefore, we should not fear difference. Once you have seen others in the true light, you must realize that you have been all those people before.

We create our reality when we are on the other side. Everyone enters the other side, whether it is through drugs, sleep, or no sleep. We realize that this is the place to command things, to realter the coding, to change our lives. Then we forget. But the shaman is able to go back and forth, bring news and make changes.

The creative is the communicator, who is the shaman. To be able to bring the experience back to reality. My whole life has been very successful this time in giving me the opportunity to (ironically) crack the meaning of life.

Typing it is difficult. I am distracted, pulled away by an unseen force that is attempting to mess this up. I have been successful so far. I am in the most relaxed state now, although I am starting to feel distracted. This zone is further away from reality. Dammit I lost it.

We have to be careful for what kind of life we wish for. All lives come with an amount of pain and suffering. All lives come with struggle. Be humble and choose in between. There is struggle in all of them. Whatever life we choose there will be suffering. Be brave for whatever your life might be.

To be able to change our lives, we must be able to surrender everything that one desires in that life. Desire is the greatest distraction from achieving ones goals, don't worry, everyone goes through the same thing, but it makes it harder for you to change your life. One must realize that everything in reality is fabrication, an illusion, and see beyond the veil, it is easier to choose your life.

Every single experience enables you to complete another part of the puzzle. That's why we need to be on Earth, it's the only way to gain that experience. You can choose your experiences by altering your life. Everytime you are successful, your life gets a chance for being bettered.

What is better? There is no good or evil. There only just 'is'. Everyone is the same, we are all each other, the actions we perform to someone will manifest itself in another lifetime. Therefore we are taught to hurt each other and fear the same consequences.

Let me put it this way, we're in some machine that allows us to do whatever the hell we want, but be prepared to face the consequences. (what you do in this life, will come back to you, that is known as Karma.) Fear and paranoia affect those who have everything, hatred and anger affect those who want to have more; the truth is, that they chose to have that life.

While, I'm typing this, it sounds so dumb when I read it. I fear people will laugh at this, but I'm trying to help the... (there, the laughter again!) This has been the greatest fear along, the paranoia, it destroys me. But I have to keep faith in you (the people) that you can grasp what I am trying to tell you. We must alter our lives for the better, and we can make the world a better place. Everyone is rich, oh how it's easier said than done (oh he can say that because he's got it- you say), yes I do.

It's really hard to get these ideas out, they skip and jump infront of me, and then I get distracted, but I still have to write them out. Got an itchy arm, that is from the life that is pulling me back in. It is a real skill to write when in this zone, that's why I admire how Carlos Castenada did it. I feel sometimes that I have been Carlos Castenada and he has been me. I actually did believe at one time that he was just a bogus shaman, but experience has led me to believe otherwise. Hmmm, you're probably thinking fruitcake alert.

Another part of my easy life, is these grammar courses. The guy makes grammar like mathematics, should it be that way? Shouldn't true expression be much easier than that? Someone is inducing fear. Maybe they want me to be unable to communicate? Trying very hard to make some sense, there's almost a force that prevents me from explaining the experience.



Here is my story (the reader), but it is everyone's:

There is a group of 'familiars' who I see everyday of my life. They are 'familiars' because when you 'meet' them, you would feel as if you had known them forever and longer. They know things that are useful to you and help advance your life.

Fears become a problem when trying to find your 'familiars'. They make you feel scared that you are going insane, or that your life is going down the drain. In that sense, that stop you from doing the things that would otherwise push your life forward.

I must overcome my paranoia to be able to succeed. I decided to open my mind and I am back here again. This confusing place where I have alot of power to alter my reality for good or bad. Things will stop me, we all have this ability, just realize it.

I fear that I could do more. It's hard to control the bad things, I wonder if they just come with the good things. For example, bad follows good. The more good, the more bad. Other people have interests to change the world for the bad, those are the people we should be trying to convert! Didn't want it to sound like a religion.

What is good or bad? They are the goods that everyone wants. Everyone wants good, but to some, their good will be bad. Therefore there is none, they are concepts. Bad is something that you disagree with, good will always be things that you agree with.

How do you create a stable reality? Everyone should want nothing. But it's hard, we all want something, and we hold on to it. That's why we're bound to our 'lives', and why we use drugs to break out of it. We're tied to our possessions and our history. I may have asked for too much this time round, and I will correct it.

Then you have the crowd, who think that I'm totally insane, some people will agree with me who have shared my experience. Others will tell me that, 'I am not in any position to tell them how to do it.', believe me, I am. That is why I am here, and I have the time to do this. I have plenty of time to write. Writing is the way to pass the message, assuming that it is not censored for exposing too much. I have done it! I have done it!

When we ask for things, we should be considerate that it does not hurt another. We should not ask for much. We should accept the lives of others. For whatever reason, a person is the way they are, they chose their life in order to experience something, whether for humility or understanding.

People look at me as if to say, why I did not choose the life of a homeless guy for experience. I have fear, I shouldn't, perhaps it is because I am a coward. A homeless person sacrifices comfortable living, so they can have a life free from paranoia and need to conform. It is better to be well off and doing good deeds for people, rather than be poor and bitter. I have access to writing to tell you how to do it.

When I read this, after I am back to the mundane; the text will make absolutely no sense. The information will make me sound crazy, but I'm not! This is the way I did it, and this is why I am who I am. I did it, I made it happen. Let's make the way a better place. We can all lead by example.

We shouldn't judge a person by the life they lead, or how they look, or act. They are just all acting. Everyone is acting. Everyone chose the role that they're playing in this life because they made that life. The Earth is not real. Certain things hold me back from revealing more; I had to overcome the Ego to write much of this advice.

There is one truth, and that is Love. We should realize that we are each other, everyone has their turn. By loving each other, we learn to love ourself. Unconditional Love is the greatest gift you can give someone.

The choices I have chosen, have made me somewhat eccentric and a little boheme. Those things also drive my paranoia. If I can climb over the hurdle (my fear) that stops me from addressing you my findings. I will certainly read this and find it funny, it's sad because it's supposed to be serious. Language prevents us from describing it. Understanding language well, helps us conquer definition. Once it can be described then it is able to exist.

I think Canada is a great country. We are not afraid to talk, there is more freedom to be able to express ourselves, to not fear the unknown and speak of it. More people will listen to me, if I do not fear them. I have a fear of opening up to people, it makes me cautious and paranoid. These cause me to stay rooted in the boring luxuries of earth and become wasted and unable to further myself. It is no life, but I have the ability to speak to have a voice.

These ideas are fleeting, it is like walking through a field of butterflies with a net that is too small for me to catch them. There are certainly more things that I can learn. I've given myself the opportunity to explore the truth in this way. This is life, this is the true meaning of life. Positive thought will reduce the distractions within your life, so you can meditate on improving your situation.

Suicide is waiting for those who cannot cope with life. Life is life, you cannot control it, it is your choice, you have to accept others for their choices as they will accept yours. You are your own punisher. Your own worst critic.

I may do things quite strangely. I have done this many times before. The lesson is not to judge others less you judge yourself. This creates unity. We accept each other for what we are - the beauty of diversity.

Ego makes this writing, but the paranoia of having Ego can also prevent you from doing things that could be beneficial to others. Therefore, it is best to think that you will strive to make the world a better place.

Writing is somewhat magical. The magicians of the past, were the learned writers and readers. Language transforms the world. My life is in total synchronicity right now. Everyone has their demons and angels, and with the inspiration of the signs and clues, I am now able to turn words into reality.

What is reality? Reality is the language that humans use to communicate with themselves. Alter your reality, and free the time in your life for your pursuits.

Everything I have written sounds crazy, I can see that. If I saw it, I would throw it out. I wish I could show somehow, how I have managed to be where I am.

Buying a Monkey: Part IV (of a 5 part series) - platinum edition

When they created the entity, which we understand as the Earth, it was happy. Earth was one spirit, but it was also an unstable creative being. It's natural inclination was to try to be different things, and it had the ability to do so, but for whatever reason being one thing at a time wasn't enough, so the spirit known as the Earth became divided and broke itself into different shards of itself; like a puzzle, the spirits of the Earth were scattered like sand into a breeze.

The spirits of the Earth acquired forms which we are familiar with as everything around us. Spirits worked at varying levels, although the ones which caused the most conflict were those spirits who are know as humans.

Humans have always been aware of the existence of spirits, although they weren't accustomed to the idea that they themselves were spirits, or part of a larger identity. Beings from the other planes of existence outside of the fragmentary illusion of the Earth became interested in the Earth entity, and wondered if it could ever piece itself together again. Now and then, visitors from another part of the universe would put a piece of Earth's puzzle together again.

Creatures outside of the Earth's influence found that the spirits of the Earth were all smartly encoded with information. What this information is, nobody knows, but how we understand it, is a form of energy that is stored inside every physical body. The day that the Earth would be one again, is when are the spirits united.

Some of the humans became aware through drug experimentation or other acts of consciousness expansion that the Earth was once a single entity. Those people came together and although they did not know the implications of uniting, they had a feeling that it was good. The Earth, being made up of separate entities had forgotten who it was and the power it held to bring all consciousnesses in the universe to another level. It was a key, but a broken key, and in order for the key to work, it must be slowly reassembled.

Humans are naturally social animals, although they can also be constructive and destructive simultaneously. The need for the company of others, is the spirits natural inclination to be joined and to be one. Groups of humans formed together, with different interests, many of whom did not know the reason why they were drawn together. If a group reached a critical mass, the total sum of it's energy would multiply and affect the other groups on the planet. The biggest problem was that the groups or divisions of people had different interests, and the two biggest groups were divided in those who did not want the Earth to be reconfigured as a whole, and those who preferred to remain divided.


Capturing the Flag: The Clues

Some of the people on the Earth were different from others. People were encoded with parts of information that did not make sense until they were united, but also that information could only be read when a person with 'catalyst information' could open it up. The Catalyst or Clue information was encoded into certain people so that the spirits could understand what they were doing by reading parts of the whole without being completely united and allow them to reach a critical mass towards their goals.

Each Clue was hidden inside a random individual who was not aware of it. Groups knew whether consciously or unconsciously that they wanted to add these people to them in order to complete their knowledge and to allow them to reach another state of understanding that would gain them an advantage over groups against their own interests. The Clues were highly sought after, and those groups would fight for these individuals.

The Clues would unconsciously make their presence known like a beacon and people would be drawn to them. Clues were often discussed, written about and praised in works of art or science. The Clue was contained inside an individual but was also not the person. The burden of carrying a clue, was that it made you do things that drew attention to yourself, so that other people could find you.

When a group is formed, the information within each individual is shared, although that information is not understandable until a clue has been connected in order to decipher it. This information can easily be unravelled when individuals leave the group. When the Clue leaves, the information once again become lost. This means that the information can only be remembered as long as the group remains cohesive, otherwise it is lost once again.

What we understand as information, is that it is power. The idea that pervades our societies is that Truth, the ultimate knowledge, can help us attain a form of Enlightenment. The information of the whole Earth entity is what is know as the Truth.

The search for the Truth is within every individual. It makes us curious creatures and therefore explorers at the same time. The will to look for the Truth requires a form of energy within us known as Faith, which also functions to maintain information gained. When the Truth is incomplete, it cannot call outside of itself but only within, so as an incomplete whole, it ends up calling within itself and therefore repeating. This also has the function of solidfying itself, and making itself known, so that the quest for completion will continue.

Buying a Monkey: Part III (of a 5 part series) - gold edition

Click here for Part II of this exciting five part story.

'I must question who I am, for who am I to question when I do not know what or who I am' - Tolza the Angry

There comes a time when evolution moults so fast that it leaves bits of dead skin all over the place to feed the cockcroaches that walk in it's tread...

A small bunch of monkeys had decided that evolution just wasn't happening fast enough and therefore devised a way to speed it up. It involved peeling away the scalp, then cutting and removing the top half of the cranium to reveal the brain, and finally sewing the flaps of the scalp back without the bone. The radical operation allowed the brain of a young monkey to grow beyond the size limitations of the skull. This created a soft part on top of the head which was thus protected with a metal helmet.

This operation was performed on all the young who lived in the megatropolis that sprawled a large area within the rainforest. Scientists had isolated a compound found in a rare species of tropical fungi that stimulated brain growth. They also discovered that the brain, beyond a certain size, would in ratio to mass, decrease rapidly in efficiency and function. This was overcome by injecting a microbial parasite into the cerebral cortex of the host which targeted specific receptors that sped up the brain's processes.

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Jim-Ma-Ha-Jan yelled a tight raspy hiss, he was asleep and couldn't wake. Paralysed, he endured the remainder of his nightmare in which some strange looking beings had abducted him, strapped him down to a shiny platform, and proceeded to chop his head off with a blunt axe. THUP! The last swing of the axe came down as he suddenly sat up in bed, sweaty and shivering. Shakily, his hands inspected his neck, and when the concept occurred to him that it was only a dream, he relaxed and took a deep breath.

Jim-Ma-Ha-Jan, or Jim Jan as many of the villagers called him was also the mayor. He had been elected as leader for being the strongest alpha male monkey within the tribe. This small community lived as close to the sea as the trees would take them; their houses were constructed off the ground, perched in the higher branches and foliage; safe from predators, or most of them anyway.

Ever since Jim Jan was a youngster, the elders had shared stories about a civilization of monkeys that lived inland. These monkeys did not live in trees, so they were nick named ground-walkies. He heard that the ground-walkies had opted to pursue a life that involved making and collecting 'things'. The pursuit of things had caused many of them to become hideously deformed, their bodies mutated and their minds inflicted with madness.

Up until recently, the ground-walkies had not been a threat to Jim Jan's village, but now it seems that some were not intent with living in the megatropolis because of crowding and wanted to move away from it to live in the tranquility of the coasts. In order to make way for construction, soldiers had been sent to force out the primitives, but the soldiers had scarcely any experience in jungle combat. The combination of being ill equipped with survival skills had considerably weakened the mens' morale and strength; by the time they got to the village outpost, the soldiers had been easily overcome and captured by the natives.

The sun was beginning to crawl over the horizon, casting long shadows from the trees, and causing the waves in the sea to shimmer. The villagers had locked the captain in a hut, his men were in a caged pit filled with muddy water. It was going to be a long day for Jim Jan who had taken it upon himself to interrogate the captives from the night before. With a few guys from enforcement, he made his way to the makeshift prison where the captain was shackled.

The captain of the ground-walkies army was a tall creature, I said creature because he barely resembled a monkey or any other known life form. His legs were bald and spindly from lack of use; before they removed him, he had been attached to a seat with motorized wheels. A large belly with tubes connected to the device attached to his head. Eyes, the size of plates, stared blackly into the light when they opened the door of the dark space. They dragged him out to the village square and tied him to a tree stump.

Villagers were already awake, Jin Jam could see faces peer through the windows, too afraid to come out but curious enough to linger at a safe distance. He looked back at the creature on the ground and grimaced with disgust.

'What shall we do with him?' asked one of the guards.

Jim Jam continued to stare at the vile being, he did not even look at the guard to reply, 'Remove the attachment from his head, I want to see what's underneath.'

The guards proceeded to handle the device, forcing the captive's head backwards as they tried to figure out a way to detach it. The creature made a noise, a series of meaningless grunts and howls; they kicked him hard, and he stopped. There were some knobs on the side of the helmet, and the guards proceeded to loosen them. Finally, the device was removed with a loud hiss and a pop.

They stared at the strange pattern that presented itself on the head of the creature. It was a maze-like texture that protruded through from beneath the skin, and when they prodded it, the captive would twitch. There was a thin black tube that still attached the head to the helmet. Jim Jan grabbed the tube and tugged it, it wouldn't move, but when he pulled it, it would lift the skin into a tent; he pulled it up and asked the guard to cut the skin with his knife. It came away easily, they tossed the patch of skin that was attached to the tube. They were gazing at the creature's brain which glistened in the brightening morning day light. 'I'm going to consult the village shaman.' said Jim Jan.

A small crowd had gathered to watch the shaman poke sticks into the stranger's head as he twitched and shouted. The shaman had ordered some villagers to boil a pot of water and put some rocks in it. He wrapped a towel around the creatures head so that it formed a crown shaped vessel, and proceeded to carefully drop the hot rocks in it. The smell of burning flesh could be smelt as the brain sizzled from the heat; a couple of guards held the victim as he entered a seizure. A few moments later he died.

The shaman reported to Jim Jan who waited patiently at the edge of the spectacle, 'It seems that the parasite that resides in the creature's head controls the body. By killing the parasite, I have also unfortunately killed the host.' The shaman handed Jim Jan the brain which he had prised from the captives skull, 'Here is the parasite.'

-to be continued...

Buying a Monkey: Part II (of a 5 part series) - Alpha Redux

Click here for Part I of this exciting five part story.

Once upon a time, when the land was dark, before the Great Macabadee was bothered to go to the dollar mart and buy a replacement light bulb, which we now call the sun, a monkey philosopher, Tsing Tao Chikun said:

There are times, when you know what to say and it is the truth, for the truth is ethereal as the light of day and brighter than a thing that gives off an awful lot of brightness; and there is no truth but that truth which is deemed to be true.

Our beloved monkeys, for there were only one kind before the later devolution period which introduced the birth of homo sapiens, roamed the earth for billions of years, looking for the meaning of life. These humble creatures, greater than the sum of their parts; basically, a hairy skin bag, containing calcium scaffolding and untasty squishy red meat lumps, decided to start a religion.

What is religion? once asked a not too incredibly wise, but immensely curious creature; a beast with fierce piercing eyes, a dangerous pointed beak for a weapon, sharp talons and majestic wings: a chicken to be precise. The wise monkey philosopher called, Brack Brean Solce (by his friends), explained, as he clipped his toe nails into a steaming hot bowl of noodles and weiners, 'Religion, is something that is, what it is, it is not what it is not, for it is the being, not included or exclusive, a word that represents the representation. In essence, the insubstantial containment of the matter which we pertain to be what eludes us.'

The chicken, whose name was Fred, nodded in agreement; although, he really had no clue what the monkey had said, and was only doing so in order not to appear stupid. The monkey was wise enough to know this, in all actuality, he had set the chicken up in the first place, and now the monkey laughed mockingly behind his hand. Later that day at about three minutes past five pm, Fred's life came to a nasty bloody end, when he happened to stumble upon a gathering of druid monkeys, who immediately sacrificed him to the alien overlords.

Having discovered religion as a viable way of getting stuff from the alien overlords that they appeased, they started to use religion as a form of control to make other monkeys do their every bidding. In reality, it wasn't really that hard to get the primates to what they wanted, these hairy beings were very good at copying each other; rituals and ceremonies were easily learnt, but it was for the same reason that practical knowledge could be passed on too. Then science eventually replaced religion, and science enabled an abundance of wantable objects to be made, and then the new religion of commerce was born.

'Things' that's what the early monkeys called them. 'Things' were what all bipeds wanted, they loved to own things; particularly shiny things that did things. Everyone loves things. So a society was created, where things were created, and bought with things that was earnt by making things. Things became fashionable, and then they became unfashionable and back again.

Some of the monkeys loved things so much, that they wanted to write about those things, praise them and sell them. They wore the things with pride, and because these were influential monkeys, all the other monkeys wanted those things too; as if the things themselves imbued the wearer with a magical power.

A great monkey thinker, bothered by the obsession with 'things', solemnly remarked:

Things, who needs them? Is it the monkey who wants the thing, or is it the thing that wants the monkey. I don't know, all I know is that I don't want anything but a Rolex gold watch.

So the monkeys eventually stopped thinking. The process of buying things, does not require much brain power, all it needs is the basic function of the brain to imitate. Some of the monkeys, came to a sudden realization that they were nothing more than hairy skin bags of red stuff supported by white calcium logs with a pair of eyes and tentacles who were programmed for the acquisition of things. They were angry; firstly for the things having failed to seduce them, and secondly for the fact that they couldn't get a refund for many of the things that they had bought.

The enlightened monkeys could see what their society had become. Through carrying heavy loads of shopping, their fellow beings had developed an arched back, a wide gait, and stretched arms that swung near the ground. They no longer groomed the fleas off each other because they were too busy shopping, and therefore became covered in large glowing red hives which often became infected and oozed with pus. Enraged by all this, the enlightened ones left their forest dwellings to live by the sea where they would have wild parties by the campfire on the beaches.

The alien overlords, Mary and Jeffrey had moved house, they left the locker labelled, 'The Earth' to the new alien overlord owners. The locker was discovered by the new occupants in the attic, covered in dust. When they finally prised the door open, because the key was lost, a few million years had passed within it's stuffy, cobwebby confines, and when the alien overlords looked at the piece of paper that had originally been covered with ink blots, they found instead, that it was now an advert for Walmart.

-to be continued...

Buying a Monkey: Part I (of a 5 part series)

There are some things that one should know and not know, and other things that one should know to distinguish from each other.

Purchasing a pet, particularly a carbon based life form is no easy matter.

A monkey, similar to a human but far more superior in terms of intelligence and physique. Michael Jackson kept a monkey that he codenamed 'Bubbles' to act as his manager and commander.

What is a monkey? A monkey is composed of a brain, a pair of eyes, a pair of nostrils, a pair of lips, two arms or tendrils which divide into five separate tendrils, a pair of legs or tendrils which culminate to a pair of stinky feet.

The creature is fairly symmetrical up until the molecular level. It has a solid system of scaffolding, that some rather peculiar human beings decided to call bones. The bones support the lumps of flesh that make up the majority of the organism.

The monkey can be compared to a smeared drop of ink on a page, a nuisance, but more often than not, a beautiful sight to behold. Why is the monkey's hair so inky black? Because the alien overlords created them with a broken fountain pen.

Allow me to indulge to you, the story of the creation of monkeys:

A couple of alien overlords, feeling quite bored after a game of table cricket, decided that a fun pastime would be to create a few new creatures and add them to the storage locker that they labelled 'The Earth'.

Each alien overlord (for there were only two at the time) decided that they would take turns going to the bowl of excrement, and produce forth from their testicles a tablespoon of milky white substance to be placed within a translucent container with a 'Hello Kitty' logo emblazoned on it's glass. (note: before some stupid human thought themselves clever enough to call the milky white substance, sperm)

One of the alien overlords, incapable of manufacturing this substance that modern day humans call 'spunk'; cheated, and put phlegm into the provided vessel. The 'Most Important Record of Times' show that the alien overlord went by the name, Mary.

Mary died a few billion years later from a boob infection.

The other alien overlord called himself, Jeffrey. His greatest achievement was creating a biological unit that functioned as a thinking device by the name of Albert Einstein. That is another story and it ends right here.

The alien overlords with their pots of milky white substance, skipped merrily into their back garden while looking up at the sky and thanking themselves for such brilliant creators; they made themselves, and were happy for being worshipped by themselves.

At the back of the garden was a small forest. It smelt terrible. There is a being that lives in the darkest shadow of it's undergrowth, it's name is Unmentionable. The two alien overlords, high on life, found Unmentionable sitting at the base of a tree. It was slimy and shaped like a sausage.

Once upon a time, a silly human, being not very happy with the state of the vocabulary of it's language, and terrified by an almost paralysingly morbid fear of not being able to communicate to it's tribe, invented the word 'shit'. The creature previously known as Unmentionable became shit.

So the two alien overlords consulted this being that we now refer to as shit.

'Hello...' said Jeffrey, smiling uncontrollably and licking his lips as if some strange twitch had seized his tongue.

Uncomfortable silence. It smelt bad. Nothing. Strange pause. The two alien overlords looked at each other and shrugged.

'Uhhh, I hope we're not disturbing you at the moment, we can come back later?' continued Jeffrey after a brief but polite period of inhaling and exhaling a jittery halitosis breath.

The shit looked like it was about to move; and then, it didn't. Jeffrey and Mary left and came back later. Upon the second visit, the shit spoke:

'The information that you seek from me, is hidden in you, but because you are too lazy to look within you for the answers that you seek, then I shall tell you. The formula for making an interesting and superior lifeform is to mix one part milky white substance with a jet black permanent ink, and it must be expelled from a pen that's had it's voice consumed by anger.'

There is a fountain pen that lives in Jeffrey's unwashed underwear drawer. Nothing special, just something bought from the dollar store, passed down through generations of alien overlords as a family heirloom. It sat there neglected, seething with hate, the hate of a thousand fountain pens that had been discarded in a similar fashion. It was so bitter and twisted with hatred for Jeffrey and his family, that over a period of centuries, it's nib had warped into a misshapen shard of metal.

That was the pen they used; that one. It smelt like Old Spice aftershave, Brillo cream and dirty cum stained boxer shorts. When Jeffrey, or The Jeffrey, as his friends preferred to call him, attempted to remove the said item from his drawer, he discovered that it had developed a fond attachment to a pair of his soiled Y-fronts. The two lovers, the pen and the underpants were inseparable.

They had mixed the blacker than black ink with the substances that they had acquired from their slightly uncooperative bodies. Filled the reservoir of that angry pen, and when they wrote upon the lined A4 paper, it produced a series of offensive drips and blotches on the clean surface.

When the paper was placed into the locker called, 'The Earth', those ink marks evolved into monkey beings. The alien overlords, Jeffrey and Mary were not amused. 'Those monkeys are too good for their own good...' Jeffrey would mumble everynight for a week after their first appearance in the locker, while he slept.

-to be continued...

Visiting Fred, Self Engineer

Fred. A civilized living corpse, testimony to the will of man to modify oneself beyond the intentions of our alien forefathers. What a human being will do unto himself to insult the original designers. Fred, a father of early bio-modification of the crudest kind.

I sat opposite to Fred, in his living room. The man was heavily scarred, wired up to the latest Vizo-Life support machine that gurgled beside him on a trolley packed with painkillers. I glanced at what was left of the man, a torso with rotten limbs attached to it. I cringed.

We were watching television and drinking beer. The programme was a gameshow called Fear Factor, where the contestants were put through a series of tests for a chance to win the million dollar prize money. A competitor was munching through a bowl of some squirming giant insectoid larvae. The shot cut to the distressing closeups of his fellow contestants who watched the scene with disgust; freakish wannabe celebrities, who had spent most of their lives working out in gyms and under the knife of a plastic surgeon. Fred hissed a throaty laugh.

This being who calls himself Fred, for that is what remains of the man, nothing more than a consciousness and a will to exist, has spent his life removing parts of his body and attaching miscellaneous replacements from other species to itself. The boldest operation which he performed on his head with a chainsaw, to remove a part of his skull diagonally, and slowly reduce the mass of his brain by gradually slicing away small pieces.

He showed me the video of the D.I.Y operation over a year ago. He had taken enough PCP to negate the pain, as well as injecting his scalp with an illegal numbing agent. The lower part of his right forearm was a haphazardly sewn on chimpanzee hand, he used this to pick up the chainsaw, and with the komodo dragon claw of the other, he guided the machine into place.

Blood spurted onto the mirror as the teeth of the saw began to tear through the skin. His upper forearms tensed as he fought to keep the tool in position. He put the chainsaw down and wiped the mirror, smearing blood across it repeatedly until a dull reflection could be seen. He shakily popped a couple of valium pills, then proceeded to cut the other side of his head.

Two thirds of the way through the operation, the skull was thin enough for him to be able to pry it open with a screwdriver. As he poked the screwdriver into his head, large volumes of blood and liquid spilled from within. With a loud crack, the part of the skull peeled away to reveal his upper left lobe. He looked into the mirror and smiled, although the man had cut his lips off with a pair of scissors, the smile could be seen as his cheek muscles tensed and the corners of his eyes wrinkled.

Chew Your Food Before You Eat IT!

I was hungry; I needed some fucking food.

I sauntered over to my urine stained fridge. Human faeces were smeared on the door to form the words, 'FOOD'. I stared at the letters and started to cry, I stopped abrupty and kicked the fridge door. The strange machine teetered on it's unbalanced feet, and moaned angrily at me.

'I WANT SOME FUCKING FOOD!' I loudly demanded at the fridge as my voice became hoarse at the end of the sentence. I wiped the blood that was cascading onto my face from my brow. My head hurt.

I examined the large white box. I sniffed it, and looked at the protrusions on it. They looked like they were designed for grappling onto. I lifted my hand in front of my eyes and flexed the digits a few times. I laughed with tears in my eyes, as I wrapped my hand around the door handle; it fit perfectly. I pulled, the magnets which held the door closed came undone, allowing the door to freely swing open.

Inside the refrigerator, on the top shelf, was the flesh of some creature. It had been sliced off some animal, and packaged in some clear plastic film. I stared at it curiously.

'I'M GUESSING THAT YOU ONCE FUNCTIONED AS THE MUSCLE PART OF SOME FUCKING CREATURE THAT ONCE HAPPILY ROAMED THIS PLANET' I shouted at it. I looked at my hand once again.

I noticed that at the end of each of my fingers, there appeared to be a short claw. I curled my fingers and growled in disgust. Suddenly, without any forethought, I screamed and thrust my claws into the meat. The nails dug into the plastic wrap, tearing it and allowing the meat to ooze it's bloody juice.

I stabbed it repeatedly with my fingers, I could feel my nails sink in and it felt good, satisfying.

I screamed 'FOOD!' at the top of my voice, and then collasped into an unconscious heap on the floor.

Keeping Up With the Jones

I was polishing the glass case where I kept the decapitated corpse of a decomposing pigeon when the telephone rang.

The telephone was stored on the bottom shelf the refrigerator, where I normally keep the meat. I picked up the receiver and pressed the cold earpiece to my skin.

'Hi Jack!' said the caller.

'Who is this?'

'It's Phil! Just calling to see how you were doing?'

'Not bad Phil, hope you're okay.'

'I don't have much time to chat right now; very busy with work. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up for a drink tomorrow night?' said Phil.

I had met Philip Jones a year ago on a part time writing course. He was the youngest student, only seventeen when he started and turned eighteen when we finished the ten month programme.

Everyone who joined the programme had little or no previous writing experience, we all began from scratch. From the start, Philip worked harder than everyone else, and it proved fruitful when our final assignment, a short story, earned him the honorary title of 'Outstanding new writer' in a prominent writing contest.

I have always admired Phil's ability to consistently write ingenious prose, although I admit that I have been jealous at times. The man hardly ever slept, he worked tirelessly and always completed his projects.

I had agreed to meet Phil at a bar beneath the hotel where he was staying. The lobby interior was a luxurious affair with plush velvet seats and crystal chandeliers. Adjacent to the elevators was the entrance to the bar, 'The Mischievous Monkey'. I found Phil seated at a table inside a booth, smoking a cigarette while busy scribbling in a notebook.

I quietly sat down on the opposite side of the table; I knew better than to disturb a writer in the middle of his thoughts. He finished writing and looked up at me, 'Hello Jack, it's good to see you!' He shook my hand feverishly.

'What's that you're working on?' I asked motioning towards his notepad.

'This,' he stabbed a forefinger at the page, 'is an idea for a commissioned short work, it's already absolutely amazing, if I do say so myself!'

'You get paid much?'

'A lot and with recognition! But that's not what I'm concentrating on at the moment, I came to town to talk to a major publisher, they're interested in the novel that I've just finished.'

I pulled the corners of my lips into a tense smile and widened my eyes to feign a polite amount of interest, 'That sounds awesome! You're doing well for yourself!'

'I sure am! I've also got a few other projects on the go, and I'm getting paid for all of them!'

'Great!'

I gazed at the man who was ten years my junior with a measure of disdain. Here was a bright young lad with an even brighter future ahead of him. What had I achieved when I was his age? -absolutely nothing. I had wasted my youth being a hedonistic party animal, constantly getting drunk and high, then finally dropping out of university.

To add insult to injury, not only was he young and talented, but he was charmingly handsome; a well proportioned face with perfectly attractive features. He was always spoilt for women, the girls would often talk about how gorgeous he looked, yet he would treat them like objects. I looked at the mirror on the wall next to me, a pair of unevenly set eyes perched upon a bulbous set of nostrils over dried flakey lips stared back at me.

'So how are you doing?' he asked, 'Still writing?'

'I'm actually working on...' His mobile phone rang.

'Hold on a minute!' He took the phone out of his pocket and apologized with his other hand.

I sat with my shoulders slumped as I was forced to listen to his conversation. I looked around the room, and noticed a couple of girls sitting at the bar. They were whispering behind their hands to each other, giggling childishly, preening their hair, and all the time looking at Phil. I sighed.

He finished his call and smiled at me, 'So sorry about that,' he returned the phone to his pocket and began to collect his belongings in a bag, 'that was my agent, he's invited me to an impromptu party, so I can't really stay long.' He zipped the bag up, and looked at me, 'So what were you about to say before the phonecall interrupted?'

'Oh, it's nothing...' I conceded.

'Oh really? Well, on that note, I'll take my leave. Stay in touch, we'll talk soon...' He stood up, hastily shook my hand and hurried out of the bar.

Wanker! I thought to myself.

Your Kind

Danny Tang swung the yacht towards the dock, he called out to his best friend Liam, 'Hey Liam, you want to help me drop anchor?'.

The Irish man, smiled and nodded, 'Okay Danny!'

It was about three in the afternoon when Danny's yacht finally docked at the harbour.

Danny, a self made multi-millionaire, had come to Canada from Hong Kong just before the handover to China. He had also brought his family over, his wife Natalie and their two teenage children, Joe and Katie.

Liam was the family friend, the kids called him 'uncle Liam'. Fifteen years ago, Danny and Liam were business partners, later on, they branched out to run their own separate corporations.

'Who's hungry?' asked Danny to the small crowd that had assembled on the pier waiting for the last man to get off the boat.

The kids yelled in a broken unison, 'Me! me! me!' Nobody had eaten lunch that day.

'Howabout we go to the yachting club for lunch?' said Liam.

'Hoooray!!' shouted the kids.

'I'm not a member of that club, Liam.' said Danny.

'Oh really?! I thought you were.' said Liam with surprise.

'It's okay, I should think about joining anyway.'

The yachting club was a large three level timber frame building with long balconies that wrapped themselves around it's exterior. Tall glass windows shielded by wooden shutters provided privacy to the members inside.

Liam was not a member of the club, but he had been there before as a guest, he led the family to the entrance. Liam walked into the building, but just as the family were about to enter, a security guard stopped the family by blocking them with his arm. 'Members only!'

'I'm so sorry!' replied Danny, his angled upwards to meet the unemotional eyes of the man.

Liam came back and told the security guard that they had come to sign up for membership at the front desk. After a slight uncomfortable hesitation, the guard feeling defeated, reluctantly let the family through.

Liam walked towards the front desk past the small water fountain as Danny followed. His wife Natalie and the kids took a seat on a curved bench in the foyer. Joe slouched forward on the edge of the seat with his hands supporting his chin. Katie scolded him to sit upright.

A lady wearing a the yacht club's blazer was tiredly gazing into a computer monitor at the desk.

'Excuse me!' said Liam.

The woman looked up. Danny had just arrived and his movement caught her attention first. She stared at him, expressionless, then she turned over and noticed Liam, her face stretched into a smile. 'Yes sir! how can I help you?'

'We're interested in joining the yacht club.' replied Liam as he glanced quickly at Danny.

'That's not a problem sir.' She tapped her keyboard, 'What's your name please, sir?'

'Er, it's not for me, it's for my friend over here...' He smacked his hand onto Danny's shoulder.

She turned her head towards Danny as she slowly blinked, 'The membership fee to join this club is very expensive.'