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Adult themes, mind-bending dreams and profanity

Part 1 of 2; originally published on May 9, 2008 at 17:29 and read by seven people. Reprinted now to reach the larger audience since the original seven readers have all since moved to the Constellation of Orion or maybe they all went fishing in the Gulf of Mexico since they like their fish oily.

As an essayist with a passionate curiosity in the infinitesimal milieu of inter-dimensionality and how other universes coexist. There has always been a preponderance of evidence to suggest far more is going on beyond the tips our upturned noses. I am not alone in this universe and neither are others, although for those who do not subscribe to other life forms I do not castigate their beliefs. The trade off is simple; non believers need not trivialize me, nor me, them.

While I will not embellish on the whys I purport to have discovered a transportation device capable of bridging the endless stream of time through worm holes, black holes and other spaces. My treatise on the latest end-of-the-world paradigm is not meant to insult the Mayans, Aztecs, Christians or the innumerable religiosity scattered across the planet.

The device weighs only a few pounds and is proficient at operating complicated systems.

You have one, too.

It is called the brain.

What other small spongy tissue, constrained only by the skull, lest it fly away to higher, more noble and altruistic exploits, is clever enough to take a vacation while physicality is at rest wearing pajamas with heart patterns?

Name anything we have created that works better; certainly not the myriad governments dotting the landscapes, forget Windows Operating Systems, the Internet and Space Shuttle technology. We have barely begun understanding thinking. Let me repeat that; understanding thinking.

Uh-Huh.

When we sleep our minds are free from the enslavement of the body and even though the brain has to remember breathing, blood flow and bladders not emptying into your heart jammies, it doesn’t have to wake us to scratch an itch.

I’ve always found perverse pleasure in the realization that while I may never be capable of fully understanding how my mind performs I’m appreciative that is works at all! If all the scientists can agree on anything its, collectively, they do not have most or all the answers either. DNA (Deoxyribonucleic acid)can tells us so much except scientists can only decipher 5% of it and call the rest “junk DNA.”

Now, doesn’t that make you feel special?

It’s only junk to them because they haven’t created new phraseology that would be clever and more fucking profound than the word junk; this from the highest IQs on Planet Earth? No wonder advanced extraterrestrial races stay off the earth except in science fiction movies and late night in the boondocks. Are ETs really our future selves as time travelers who come back to fuck with us because they figured a way around Einstein’s Reality Theories and bent the space time continuum with wormholes and temporal warps?

Goddess, I hope so. When aliens land here now and see how “illegal aliens” are treated, what happens to gays and lesbians; catch televised episodes of trashy reality shows and see what we are doing this lovely planet it’s a shame they don’t just vaporize about 95% of the population so the 5% who give a shit can actually restore the beauty and sanity.

With the other dimensions accessible only once the mouth and appendages are stored in their downright positions we can now look towards existentialist pursuits. Time to breech the hypnagogique state where the resplendent colors are more amazing and dreamlets drop like dew onto the console of your transporter. After plenty of wildly irreverent episodes of imagery and sound the body relaxes and on to REM, then S-Sleep (Rapid Eye Movement, Slow).

Before embarking on the dreamscape it is conceivable to take a detour from hypnagogia and forgo the easier trips into sleeping. Now all manner of dimensions are within reach through portals down endless vibrating hallways in the Panopticon; based on the concept of a 19th Century prison design, panoptical – from “all-seeing”- allowed guards to see all prisoners while the inmates could do the reverse. The Panopticon is my mental starting point for journeys. For years I have visited this configuration with an expanse larger than anything constructed in the 3rd Dimension. It combines art galleries, schools, malls, theaters and many other familiar daylight reality accouterments that are no longer bound by physical laws.

From the Panopticon the copiousness of gateways beyond the conscious state are staggering. Beside traveling within the known, albeit safe, confines of customary awareness there are other directions and times worthwhile to explore.

During a recent dREaMbandit excursion I came upon Flemish painter Hieronymus Bosch (1415-1516), who resembles a corpulent Robert DeNiro bulking up for a sequel to Raging Bull. I did not recognize him but as soon as I was transported to a hill overlooking the hybrid creatures torturing the damned I knew I was observing one of his most famous and recognizable works, the Garden of Earthly Delights, circa 1510. The amazing triptych depicts the Garden of Eden and the most disturbingly prescient visualization of Hell ever depicted with the aforementioned hybrids bestowing the most exquisite punishment and torture to sinners; especially tormented are Cardinals, whisked immediately from their coffins, still dressed in their splendid red attire, and suitably astonished that the underworld, and not heaven, awaits them for eternity.

While the central panel represented innocence; the left, evil invading the world (we see Adam and Eve here); and the right, hell and the widespread tangible fears that dominated the Middle Ages.

Like any good artist, Bosch illustrated Hell in such a manner that upon viewing the populace is a mixture of the religious, with nuns, and the average offenders of the plethora of sins that dominated religious beliefs.

Bosch seemed affable and consented to an interview on my next visit to the era prior to Protestant Reformation. In a swirling of paradox of cerebral intuitiveness I was able to leave an indication of which portal transported me with a Mentor.

Mentors are usually elderly male dREaMbandits who are specters; no matter how vision tries to view them they remain peripheral, however, they are helpful and will accumulate data that ordinarily is lost upon awakening and disseminate when needed.

Mentors are multilingual and can translate any language, dialect, signage or enigmatic hallucinations immediately and thus save time. Bosch remembered out encounter; apparently 16th Century mentors are as adept as their 21st Century counterparts, and who was not at all surprised that his resurrection of karmic energy was needed principally to comment on the end. He knows all too well how many of his countrymen expected the beginning of the 1500s to initiate the end of the world.

We contemplated how it will end; with the planetary and universal alignments on December 21, 2012 could some galaxy interference cause an earthly disturbance? We considered the catastrophic floods, earthquakes, cyclones, droughts, hurricanes, tornados and starvation of the overpopulation to which he pondered how so many more people crowded the eco-landscape since his time. Global warming was a concept he admitted never pondering.

Comets, asteroids and meteors seemed feasible. “It’s an immense sky full of nuisances we barely regard because we cannot see them with our eyes.” True. Just because we cannot see a moon sized body on an eventual collision course does not mean it isn’t coming soon.

Explains Bosch about his era:

“It was just before the Protestant Reformation and Western Europe was in turmoil and we were more than a little discontent with the Catholic clergy, which while perceived as corrupt was far too powerful and capable of worst travesties than any everyday sinner.”

Bosch’s version of Hell is equally accessible for the average everyday sinners of the day and the religious hypocrites. By depicting eternal torture and pain for all manner of humans he seared the collective fears into everyone’s brain. I doubt most people who were sinning stopped.

Concludes Monday evening: Bosch gives artistic suggestions on visualizing the end of the world on December 21, 2012 and we examine how a Presidential Candidate could use the Apocalyptic Platform to finally “get things finished so the next intelligent inhabitants of planet earth won’t view us all as uncaring, selfish and short-sighted egotists.” Since the election is long since over at this re-posting it seems frivolous to consider another candidate. President Obama at least proved that he is no better than the last fifty plus leaders who each thought they were going to solve the nation’s problems rather than increase them exponentially.

With luck I’ll have finished Proust’s Masterworks for the second by 2012 and this time be capable of articulating it to my readership, dear ladyship on the good ship esotery.

gee whiz.