(Pictured: it's no use missus, he's
left the building)
So, I came back to Earth with a sound
like a slightly exasperated sigh that no one noticed. There I was,
manifest again; vapour coalesced into
matter. I had come from the place where nothing is everything and
everything isn't anywhere to be seen. I was Nowhere and it was
neither interesting nor uninteresting. It was nothing. You get there
by going through this thing that is like a thing, you know the sort
of thing, and then you are there and you know you're there because
there is nothing there and you are nowhere at all. There isn't really
much that can be said about the place other than saying that being
Nowhere makes you nothing and not existing can be quite relaxing.
Would you like to try not existing
yourself? I bet you would. It's all the rage with the kids these days. I'll show you how if you want.
Nonexistence is quite an easy state to achieve but be warned, the
process is often irreversible.
There are actually
two ways to achieve nonexistence. One is to die. People don't like
doing that. It goes against their nature. They are big into being
alive and all that (fair enough, each to their own) so the alternative route to nonexistence is the one that appeals to most. The
other way to achieve nonexistence is to stop living without dying.
Here's how to do it:
To stop living without dying you must
first discard the locus of all that keeps you moored to this plane of
existence. This is your corporeal housing - your body and the
identity it has been given. To dispense with this you must repeat
your name over and over and over again until it just sounds like a
load of syllables and no longer sounds like it has anything to do
with you. Do this while staring at yourself naked in a full length
mirror. Concentrate on your face in particular. Examine it and stare
at it until it cognitively reduces to nothing more than an amalgamation of features
and is no longer something by which you are defined. It is just a
communication tool, a conveyer of contrivance, something that is
either being insincere or involuntarily betraying your insincerity.
Your face is just a mask. Your head is just a helmet. Your body is
just a suit. These things are not you. Take them off.
If you have done the above you will
find you have upped anchor and sailed away from the grounded and
socially enforced sense of self that is considered the only one
possible in today's physicalist culture. What does this feel like you
may wonder? Well, it's pretty much an out of body experience. You
will become a spirit. You will regard your body and the name it is
called as things that are associated with you but no more you than
the car you drive or your telephone number. You will float in a world
unmediated by words and all the insidious
assumptions that come with them. You will be in a world of ideas and
potential. A world of mental energy. A world undecided. The world of
spirits. (Spirits are not the same thing as ghosts by the way, ghosts
are echoes of the dead, spirits are very much alive.)
You will float around (it's not really
floating but that's as close as I can get to describing it) and you
will see things for what they are and everything they possibly could
become, which is nothing at all. I can't really describe what it is
like to you any better than that because your ability properly grasp
the experience is akin to a goldfish's ability to get a decent idea
of the world outside of its bowl. It's beyond your comprehension but
believe this: if you follow my instructions and stop living without
dying you will be free. Remember though, once free it is very hard to
be recaptured. Unlike me, you'll probably never return to the prison
of your body. Your body will not be dead but it will be considered
catatonic and moved to a medical facility where it can be fed through
a drip and filled with flamboyant drugs.
What do you think the story is with all
those catatonic people? When you are looking at a catatonic person
you are looking at an empty prison cell. The spirit of the entity
that once was trapped there has long since escaped and now roams
free. This is what is really meant by the popular phrase, 'set your
spirit free'. Of course, you'd never hear Dobbo say that on the
Six-One News but that's because the powers that be want to keep us
all on the physical plane. 'They' need us here so 'They' have made us
prisoners in their invisible prison. 'They' are masters of this
illusory domain, this battery farm for brains, this cognitive concentration
camp.
'Who are 'They'?', I hear you ask. Well,
that's a story for another time. Not next time but a time close to
next time. Maybe even the time after next time or maybe I'll never bother telling
you who 'They' are at all. Who knows? It all depends what mood I'm in.
