Humanocracy - Part 6

The room was pitch black.  I stood there for a minute or two waiting.  The silence was almost overbearing.  At about the same point that I wanted to turn around and get out of there, the strobe lights began again.  The voice began to speak.

“So, you made it past Nisbub, eh?  Good going.  Many Quacks don’t even get passed the Quacktails, the large tables, and the conversations.  And you, all in two nights!  Ooh, I’m excited now.  Walk forward five paces for me.  Good.  Hold your hands out in front of you.  Do you feel the door?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“No need to talk, I can hear your thoughts.  Conserve your energy.  Feel for the handle on the door and open it.  Go down the stairs.”

I left the strobe light voice and walked down into the ground.  There were about fifty steps or so, and there wasn’t any light.  The only light that remained was the flashing of the strobes above my head.  The stairs rounded a corner as I descended.  I ended up in a cellar.  There was a hanging light bulb in the middle of the room.  It was too dark to see into the four corners of the room, and I did not know what to expect.  There was a door on the opposite wall, and I headed towards it.  When I got to the middle of the room, I was told to stop.

“Wait,” a voice said from behind me.  “Stop right there.  I’m going to push a chair your way.  Sit down in it, but don’t look back.  Keep facing the door.”

I heard the chair scrape along the concrete floor.

“Sit down, please,” the voice continued.  “Nisbub sent you.  I’ve been told you’ve only been here once before.  Quite unusual, I must add.  Nisbub thought the same, but I trust his judgment to send you here.  He can spot a fool in an instant.  Do me a favor; hear me out for a couple of moments.  Then tell me what you think.  Nisbub thinks you can help us.  I still have my doubts.  You are, however, a Jones’ Quack, and those are the types that have gotten us this far in the first place.  I am going to turn the lights out and set it up so we can see the sign.  Close your eyes and stop your thoughts while I do so.”

I closed my eyes and felt the light go out.  My eyes began to burn and my head began to spin.  I literally thought I had been turned upside down.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

I had been turned upside down!  I was now sitting on the ceiling and the floor was above my head.  I was startled.

“Don’t fret, I know it’s strange, but this is the only way we’ve figured out how to see the sign.  And it took us centuries to figure just this out.  Look, over on the wall, on the door, do you see it?”

I stared at the door and let my eyes focus and my head readjust.  I could see a faint drawing on the door.  The more I stared the brighter it got.  There was a circle with arrows and words.  As I stared harder I saw it in its entirety.

I continued to stare, wondering what this meant.  As I did, I began to see writing appear on the wall above the door.  It read:

Four Parts of Man

The words, Four Parts of Man, continued to flash.  Other words appeared to the left of the door on the wall, half a foot from the floor, which was now the ceiling.  One after the other, four areas of writing appeared on the wall.  In the top left was Body.  Bottom left was Heart.  Top right was Soul.  Bottom right was Mind.

The voice from behind me began to speak, “Those are the four parts of man: Body, Heart, Mind and Soul.  There is nothing more and there is nothing less.  Each of those parts combines in this four-dimensions of reality we exist in.  Each part represents something.  They get their names from the old idea of Earth, Fire, Water and Air.  The Body is Earth.  The Heart is Fire.  The Mind is Water.  The Soul is Air.  The Quacks have figured out what aspects are dealt with under each of these parts, but we don’t know the word that describes their relationship to Human Existence.  Thus we are stuck at this impasse in our Humanocracy.  Nisbub thinks you will know the answer.  Watch as the specifics of each area explain themselves on the wall, and then tell me the first word you think of after you see them.”

I looked to the wall and watched the following be written.

BODY

-          listen to what it says

-          take care of it

-          organ of sensation

-          flow with discipline

-          eliminate vices

·          

“What word comes to mind, fair son?”

I paused for a second unable to think of anything.  Then, all of a sudden, “Physical,” exploded out of my mouth.  The word itself was written after the dot in the list of specifics as such.

BODY

-          listen to what it says

-          take care of it

-          organ of sensation

-          flow with discipline

-          eliminate vices

·         Physical

Then the following was written below:

HEART

-          fill with unconditional love

-          be happy where you are but work towards goals

-          keeper of the truth

-          feel it beat

-          eliminate negative emotions

·          

Out of my mouth flew the word, “Emotional,” and it was written in as such.

HEART

-          fill with unconditional love

-          be happy where you are but work towards goals

-          keeper of the truth

-          feel it beat

-          eliminate negative emotions

·         Emotional

Next I saw,

MIND

-          meditate

-          simplify

-          see life as the Dream

-          don’t analyze

-          focused energy and attention

-          eliminate anxiety

·          

I yelled out, “Mental, and it was written as such.

MIND

-          meditate

-          simplify

-          see life as the Dream

-          don’t analyze

-          focused energy and attention

-          eliminate anxiety

·         Mental

Lastly I saw,

SOUL

-          energy

-          consciousness

-          phases

-          levels

-          immortality

-          BE

-          eliminate attachment

·          

Finally, I bellowed, “Spiritual,” and it was written as such.

SOUL

-          energy

-          consciousness

-          phases

-          levels

-          immortality

-          BE

-          eliminate attachment

·         Spiritual

It was at that moment when the door began to shake on its hinges.  It began to rattle and shake more violently each second.  Oddly, at the point when it seemed the door was going to fly out towards me, it disappeared.  A spiraling cloud containing every color imaginable in kaleidoscopic fashion was spinning in front of me where the symbol of the Four Parts of Man had been.  I could not see through it or around it.  I heard the voice behind me shriek in astonishment.

“You got all four of them!  You got all four of them!  I can’t believe it!  Nisbub was right.  So was Jones.  You got all four of them!”

In his excitement, the man began dancing.  I could hear his feet scuffling on the concrete floor.  At one point, I caught a glimpse of him out of my peripheral vision.  The man had long hair, a long beard and mustache, and wore monk-like robes.  He was very old.

From behind the colored spiral came a strange voice.  This voice was extremely deep, almost fiendish, but spoke in riddle like fashion.  It said:

“To enter this Gate the Quack must have the key.

However, this key one cannot see.

It exists in words that can be told.

But only by men who feel as bold.

There are two sides, existing in space.

There are two sides among your race.

Conflicting Existence is how it’s described.

And because of it many men have died.

The names of the two sides are what I seek.

I need these names within a week.

Look within these words I now say to you.

The answer is immersed in the clues.

Two sides compete every day.

Their names I must hear you say.

One side deals in the past and the future.

They analyze both to try to control the present.

This gives them a false reality

as they are stuck to deal in space-time limitations.

The other side deals in the present.

They sense the moment with their organ of sensation.

Their mind registers and catalogues the sensations and the experience

as they deal in the Here and Now.

The two names I need, within a week.

These two names I seek a Quack to speak.”

The old man ran up and gave me a huge bear hug expounding words of thanks and gratitude.

“Thank you.  Oh, thank you, fair son.  You have helped us immensely.  Nisbub was right.”  He slowly released his squeeze and came around in front of me.  “My name is Nameno.  I am the eldest Quack.  Come with me.  We must find Jones and a Quacktail.  The two of us walked up the stairs, through the strobe lights, and into the Quack House’s main room.  Jones was sitting at the table closest to the door.  I saw Nisbub in the corner standing.  As our eyes met, he smiled and then bowed.

“Hey Nameno, it’s been a while since we’ve seen you up here.  You look elated.  What happened?”  Jones asked.

“Your fair son, he’s another Jones’ Quack.  Where did you find him?” Nameno asked.

“He found me,” Jones answered.  “What happened?”

“He figured out the four words, and the most amazing things happened.  I’ll tell you more later.  We need to have a Quack Tale right now!  Drink this Quacktail first.  It will help you calm down and think clearly.  I’ll round up the others.”

Jones got up while Nameno and I drank our Quacktails.  I didn’t know what was happening, but I followed Jones’ previous advice and went along for the ride.

Humanocracy - Part 5

The next day came, I went to work, and drove to the Quack House.  Jones was already there.  I jumped out of my truck and got in to his car.  He asked for a cigarette, gave me a joint.  We lit ‘em both up.  I spoke first.

“Jones, can I ask you something?”

“Depends, I guess.  Ask anyway.”

“Well, I had this strange dream the other night, after I left here.  I was wondering if you’d hear me out for a second and then tell me what you think.”

“I can do that.  Go ahead.”

“Well, it started with me on a bus.  I had no idea where I was going.  The bus was heading down a sandy road, towards this city.  I could see the city in the distance.  I see all of these people lined up along the street watching us proceed into town.  We pulled up to a bus stop minutes later.  As I got off the bus, a strange man runs up to me carrying two cages - one large, one medium.  He says, ‘Sir, you forgot these.’  I reach out and grab the cages.  Only, when I look in, I see two, odd, monkey-like creatures in the large cage, and another in the medium-sized cage.  I continue to walk towards my hotel room, which is directly on this large lake area.  I put the cages in the closet as I shower.  After I dress, I get both cages out, talk to the creatures for a few minutes in a tongue I have never heard, open the doors to the hotel room and the cages, and watch the creatures run out into the lake.  When I reach the shore, I see the three creatures at the bottom of the lake, relaxing and smiling.  The water is crystal clear.  And then I see even more of the creatures coming out of everywhere – from behind trees, cars, bushes, houses, shops, trucks, and buses.  It was odd.  I had this overwhelming feeling that they had always been there.  They had just now decided to come out and let me see them.  I panicked.  I called out to the three under the water to come back.  They just laughed, floated up to the top of the lake, and ran away, on top of the water.  I chased after them.  I rounded two of them up pretty quickly, but the third was nowhere to be seen.  All of a sudden, I heard this man screaming and shouting.  I rounded the corner and saw him with a bowling ball.  He was tossing bowling balls at the third monkey-man.  I couldn’t believe it!  I ran up to the man, confronted him, but all I got for it was an ass whooping.  I lay there on the ground looking up.  I got up, ran for the monkey-man, grabbed him, and took off.  I put him in his respective cage.  Then I woke up.  What do you think?”

“Don’t fret, fair son, it will all make sense.  You see, the monkey-men are here.  They are everywhere.  That was just a vision.  More will be explained a little later, after a Quacktail.  Ready?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

We got out of the car and went in.  The door was propped open as usual.  Billy saw us and began pouring from his machine.  Two full Quacktails were there when we hit the bar.  Jones grabbed his and nodded at Billy.  I said, “Thanks,” and grabbed mine.  We went to our open table.

“Take a sip,” Jones said as we sat down.  I took a large one to prepare.  “Okay, you want to know who those monkey-men were?”

“Of course,” I stated in anticipation as I leaned forward and lit a cigarette.

“Okay, can I have one?  Thanks.  The monkey-men are here.  They are everywhere.  The dream you had was a vision.  It’s a good sign you had one your first night.  The monkey-men are truly here.  They just lurk behind things.  It’s their nature.  Most of the time they exist in a different time-space realm, but every once in a while they can be seen.”

“Huh?”

“Think of this.  What do you think ghosts are?  What do you think shadow men are?  What do you think demons and angels are?  What do you think God is?  All of those and more are out there, right now, with us.  Only we can’t always see them.  They exist on a different vibration level.”

“Vibration level?  How so?”

“Well, everything exists.  It just depends on where.  Haven’t you ever felt as if someone was watching you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, there probably was.  Ever seen something you thought couldn’t be true?”

“Yes.”

“Probably was true.  No. Let me rephrase that.  Was true!  It always is.  Everything you experience is true, no matter where it comes from or if you believe it.  It’s simply a matter of fact and realization.  Drink up.”  Jones toasted me.  We drank.

“What does all of this mean?” I asked.

“That depends on what you mean.”  Jones continued, “you must explain further.”

“Where did the notes come from?  What do the signs in this bar mean?  What is that room with the voice?  What is going on here?”

“Now, fair son, do you really want to know all of that just now?  Doesn’t the suspense and the intrigue do anything for you?”

“Yea, but I always like to know what I am getting myself into.”

“None of us know what we are getting ourselves into any single moment of time.  To think that way is just a mirage.  Just ride this one out.  Don’t analyze it, just sense it.”

“Okay, but please tell me what Humanocracy is.”

“That’s simple; it’s a tenet of our race.  That’s all.  It gets us by.”

“Tenet?  Gets you by?”

“Yeah, gets us by.  As I told you the other night, the hard part is dealing with society once the knowledge is gained.  Humanocracy gets us by.”

“What does it entail, exactly?”

“That is what you will find out along the ride.  Drink up.”  Jones finished his Quacktail, rose from his seat, and asked Billy for another round.  I finished mine as Jones brought the Quacktails, and the next round of conversation.

“You want to know what all of this is, do ya?  Well, I can’t tell you all of it.  Actually, I can’t tell you any of it.  It is something you have to experience and understand yourself.  I can only guide you along the way.  Show you what others have seen.”

“What have the others seen?”

“A lot.  Let’s toast.”  Jones raised his Quacktail high into the air as the room went silent.  He began, “Here’s to you.  Here’s to me.  Forever friends we shall be.  But if at ever we disagree.  A Quacktail it is for me.”

Once again the room rang out in bellows of “Here, here.”  I said the same.

“I have to tell you,” Jones continued.  “Something a bit different is happening this time around.”

“What do you mean?” I queried.

“Well, to tell you the truth, there is someone who wants to meet you.  Rather unorthodox if you ask me.  But he’s in charge.”

“Who’s in charge?”

“Well, not in charge of everything.  That’s not what I mean.  It’s just, he’s in charge of this one area.”

“What area is that?”

“Hold on, come with me.  I’ll let him tell you himself.  Take a big swig of your Quacktail first.  You’re gonna need it for this one.  You see that big guy over there in the corner?”  Jones pointed to the corner furthest from the door.  It was the only corner in the place that remained dark without any light.  “He’s the guy you need to meet with.  I’ll grab us another couple of Quacktails and meet you there.  He always likes meeting people one on one at first.  Says it gives him a sense of who they are without the distraction of anyone else.  Good luck.”

“Jones?  Uh, what’s his name?”

“Just go along for the ride, my fair son.  Good luck.”  Jones walked away towards Billy and the machine.  I, on the other hand, went towards the dark corner.  As I approached, I could see a lone man in a pinstriped suit sitting at a long table in the shadows.  He was looking out at everyone in the place staring intently at times on one conversation or another.  It was as if he could hear the entire place and what was being said.  I was a bit nervous.

“Please, do sit down,” he said as I approached.  There was a chair across the table from him, and I sat down.  “My name is Nisbub.  How do you do?” he continued as he reached out his hand towards me.

“Fine,” I replied.  “Nice to meet you.”

“There is something I need to know.”

“What might that be?”

“Well, I was sitting here two nights ago and I saw you walk in with Jones.  It has been a while since Jones brought in another Quack.”

“Sir, I am no Quack!”

“Fair son, that is not a derogatory term.  It is what we are.  All of us who pass through those propped open doors.  It is our inherent nature to be so.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You see, it has been a while since Jones brought in another Quack – you.  I’m not sure what to make of it, but I overheard your conversation and was intrigued.  Where did you learn all of it?”

“All of what?” I asked confused.

“You know, all of it.”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Humanocracy, fair son.  Humanocracy.”

“I don’t know anything about it.  That was what I was asking Jones about before I was told to come over to you.”

“Yeah, I needed to make sure of something.  But everything is okay.  I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your soul.  I see Jones heading over here.  Grab your Quacktail and finish it for me as soon as he gets here.  I have something I need you to do.”

Jones handed me my Quacktail.  I swigged it down.  I could feel my head begin to spin as soon as I began.  I gathered my wits and looked at Nisbub.

Nisbub began, “Go back into the room over there.  The one you went in the other night.  Jones will be waiting for you when you come out.”

I turned around and started walking.  I felt anticipation and wanted to turn back, but didn’t.  I opened the door and went in.

Humanocracy - Part 4

The next morning I woke up, brewed some coffee, and picked the notes out of my pocket.  I began to read.  There were only a couple of pages of notes, and it did not take me many cups of coffee to get through them.  I was intrigued by the simplicity of what the voice’s notes had to say, and I could not wait until I saw Jones in another day.  An excerpt of the notes is as follows:

Notes:

Humans = animals = part of nature, not outside of it but connected with it; as a race, humans typically think they have no relation to nature because they wrap themselves up in a social world and don’t live in harmony with the natural world.

-          humanity consists of different colors, religions, beliefs, sexes, regions, nationalities, sizes, shapes, ages, etc.

Society = man-made creation existing outside nature

-          destroys nature in a pursuit of conquest in which to keep the social creation existing (but it only exists because man allows it to)

-          basis for society’s existence = MATERIALISM – business, money, power, greed

-          society is a creation in which humanity must “play” games day after day which creates a hierarchy of power struggles and castes (such as rich/poor)

-          there is no interior thought or rest within this “game” of creation

Reality = existence; Here and Now

-          the moment within time and space (3 dimensions of space; 1 dimension of time)

-          it can be described as “experience in between the seconds of the ticking clock”

Basis of Life = energy – consists of positive and negative

-          always has been = never dies or is created – only the form comes in changes

-          positive promotes consciousness; energy conservation

-          negative destroys consciousness and confuses the mind; energy usage

-          anxiety, fear, shame, hate, anger, depression, worry, etc.; all lead to confusing the mind by energy usage instead of energy conservation

-          negative reactions only happen because of the individual and do NOT occur from outside stimulus or phenomena

Mind = consciousness comes through this organ

-          when it is completely at rest, true existence is seen

Essence of Existence = 1) consciousness = reality of the soul and spirit

2) Here & Now = where the physical world is seen through the        

                             senses; the moment (or point) of existence

Meditation = simplicity in its finest; the mind without thought

-          the only place true peace and energy exist (freedom)

-          the unclouded mind = in this state, a being is consciously aware of everything around it as the senses teach the physical body while the mind rests thoughtlessly within itself

Definitions:

1)      conscious = aware of one’s own feelings or things around one

-          able to feel and think in the normal waking state

2)      consciousness = awareness – morality, reality, spirituality

-          a being is exactly what it is = a soul, spirit, energy, awareness

3)      unconscious = not able to feel and think; not aware

-          part of the mind in which are stored feelings, desires, attachments, etc. that one is not aware of

Dreaming = physical body (physical energy) at rest thus allowing the mind, the point of existence, (through which pure positive energy from the source comes into the physical realm) to be able to show humanity how existence as consciousness (energy in purest form and highest vibration level) really is, thus giving humanity a glimpse of what transcending time and space will be like

-          this state is a mental existence in full understanding of consciousness because it gives a being the ability to transcend time and space

Humanocracy - Part 3

As I closed the door, it was completely black.  I reached out in front of me to feel for a wall or something, but as I did, a strobe light turned on.  I was in a small room from what I could tell between the flashes.  There wasn’t anyone else in the room with me.  As my eyes adjusted, I heard a voice.  The voice came from all sides of me, not from any single speaker or amp.  It was a deep voice, monotone in nature.  And I heard the following:

“The arena Jones spoke of is the arena of consciousness.  The arena of the tamed mind.  The arena where anxiety is eliminated and the soul flows, as it should.  The arena of Humanocracy.  Don’t fear it, fair son.  It was bound to happen to you sooner or later.  You did not just happen across this little place.  It was destined.  It is destiny.  Hear me out and then go back to Jones.  Tell him you would like to see my notes; he will understand.  Just remember.  It is a dream.  There is nothing you can do about it except understand what the dream is.  You see, fair son, consciousness is a simple existence confused by the negativity of the world in order to keep individuals from realizing the simplicity themselves.  That is all.  Now go back.”

The strobe light stopped, the door swung open, and the ground moved as if to tell me to get out of there.  I walked back to Jones and our table.  He had already ordered two more Quacktails for us.  I sat down.

“I was told to ask you for his notes, Jones.”

“Yeah, I figured he would let you into the arena.  I have them all laid out here in front of you.  From start to finish.  Very good reading if you ask me, but I am a little biased to all of this.  Do me a favor.  Drink your Quacktail, relax here with me for another hour, then take these notes home and read them.  I’ll meet you back here in two days.  You will have them finished by then.  Then we can talk about what is really going on.  Pick up the notes, put them in your coat pocket, and then lets relax.  It has been a long night for you, my fair son.  Soak it all in, it is worth it; trust me.

Jones and I sat there for an hour and hardly said a word.  I looked around the room, but didn’t notice anything strange.  The signs still hung where they were before; the people still sat in their places engrossed in conversation.  It was like nothing I had ever seen.  Normally when I go somewhere there is someone who comes over to bother you.  Here, in the Quack House, no one bothered anyone.  You could roam free as you wanted to.  A conversation was all that there was, and all that there ever would be in the Quack House.  When the hour had passed, I bid Jones goodnight.  I had a hard time standing up, and Jones just laughed.  He spoke.

“In two nights.  I’ll meet you in the lot, then we’ll come in.  Okay?”

“Yeah, around four thirty?”

“Yeah.  Good night, fair son.”

“Good night, Jones.”

I walked out of there and drove home.  The entire drive, my head kept spinning.  Not a drunk spin, but a different kind of spin.  I was completely aware of everything that was going on around me, but it was almost too much awareness.  That is what the spinning came from.  I got home, undressed, and fell into bed.  I had the strangest dream.  I dreamt of monkeys, small monkey men.

Humanocracy - Part 2

Jones reached down under the table between us, pulled out some papers, and laid them in front of me.

“If we are going to get started, I might as well throw you directly into the fire,” Jones stated.  “If you want to know what this is all about, the first induction is the Quotable Quackables.”

“Quotable Quackables?  What the hell does that mean?”

“Read these,” Jones said as he slid one of the papers out of the stack and placed it on top.

On the sheet were six quotes.  Well, five quotes and a haiku.  Each was written in different handwriting.

“Read each one carefully, and in order.  Don’t skip around.  This is how all of this came about, and the order is significant.  After you read them, we’ll discuss anything you might want to know.”

I looked down at the paper and noticed that the words were beginning to dance on the page.  I blinked my eyes a couple of times, and they rearranged themselves into a neat order.  The Quotable Quackables were as such:

 “Okay, what is this place, the Quack House?” I asked cautiously, as I was well aware of the strange happenings and cults that exist in my land.

“Nothing unusual, I will tell you.  Just the truth.  It’s hard at first, but you begin to get the hang of it.  The really hard part is dealing with the rest of the world once the knowledge starts pouring in.  This absorbing knowledge stuff is easy.”

“Easy?  I don’t even know what is going on!  Can you please explain all of this to me?”

“What is there to explain?  It’s everything you already know.  You just have to accept it and flow with it.”

“I am trying to, but all of this is making my head spin.”

“This information is not making your head spin, it is the Quacktail that is doing the spinning of the mind.  The Quacktail might not be the answer you are looking for, but it is a key, a catalyst so to speak, into the arena.”

“What arena?”

“The arena of, well, I’ll let you see for yourself.  You see that door back there, between the Men and Women’s restrooms?”

“Yeah.”

“Take your Quacktail right now, down the second half of it, and walk through that door.”

“What?”

“Trust me, just do it.”

I downed my Quacktail, wiped my lips with my coat, and headed for the barren door.  I looked back once at Jones, but he just nodded and waved his hands towards the door.  I reached my hand out for the handle, pulled the door open, and walked in.

Humanocracy - Part 1

“Tenet of Our Race”

I met Jonsey Boy at the Quack House. The Quack House actually was a bit like its name suggests – a house full of quacks. Not duck quacks. Not insane quacks. Just quacks. Human quacks. Every person that came into the Quack House wanted two things. The first thing they wanted was the famous Quacktail – an odd drink that did wonders to a person’s soul. The second thing was good conversation. It wasn’t conversation you’d find at the local bars where men and women are trying to pick up men and women. This conversation was actual conversation. I think it was the Quacktails that caused this type of atmospheric condition.

Billy, the owner, was an 80’s pseudo-Merry Prankster, and still looked the part. He would come in to open the doors around four o’clock driving his refurnished mini bus. You could see Billy’s bus coming, and it smelt as if the fumes of the bus itself emanated an odor of peace and funk. And that is what Billy was. An odd combination of peace and funk. He would open the Quack House doors wearing his famous jester hat all green, red and blue. Even the bells on top still rang as he went about his opening ceremony. The first thing Billy did was start up the Quacktail machine. He would drink the first batch to make sure it was working properly. I think he did this to get him in the mood for the evening. Then, before he did anything else, Billy propped open the doors. The propped doors were the only way to tell if the Quack House was open. You see, Billy had the Prankster blood and would vanish for days on end for no apparent reason. Billy said he did it to feed his soul. He didn’t lie, so everyone believed him.

Jonsey Boy, Jones as he liked to be called, and I met one day as I pulled into the parking lot of the Quack House. It was a cool evening. I was bundled up in my trench coat, cigarette hanging out of my mouth. Jones was in the parked car next to mine wearing a Mexican parka and asked if he could bum a smoke from me. I said sure, and followed his direction to get in on the passenger side. I gave Jones a cig. He gave me a joint. Good trade, if you ask me. He lit up his cigarette. I lit up the joint. The two of us sat in his car talking of subjects I had only pondered about in my head. At one point, Jones started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. I’ve never seen you here before. First time to the Quack House?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, if you can talk to me out here like this about these things, I can’t wait until you get inside, have a Quacktail, and let your mind really go. You think that joint is good. Wait until you taste one of Billy’s Quacktails and feel it hit your soul!” Jones let out a loud roaring laugh, handed me the joint, and continued, “Let’s go in.”

I hit the joint one last time, snuffed it out on my way in, and put the roach in my cigarette pack for later. Jones opened up the door, and we entered the Quack House.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got in. There was Billy in his jester hat behind a small bar with this big machine behind him. The bar was full of empty glasses waiting to be filled. The rest of the room was full of large, long tables. There were a dozen or so people at the tables with papers strewn all across them. No one looked up when we entered, because they were too intent on their Quacktails and their conversations. Jones walked up to the bar. I followed. Billy poured us two Quacktails, smiled, and said, “Good hunting.” I followed Jones to an empty table and sat down. He smiled at me and began to speak.

“Just remember one thing, it’s all a dream.”

“What?” I questioned.

“You’ll see.” Jones raised his drink up to toast. “Here’s to the breezes that blow through the treezes. Where we dig for bones, down on our kneezes. Which reveals a spot that oh so pleases, but confuses us completely by Jesus.” Jones looks up and toasted the sky while he said, “Thank you, Christoph.” He looked back to me and went on, “so, over the lips and through the gums. Watch out stomach here it comes. Born in a sweathouse, raised as a slave. Talking and drinking, that’s our trade.”

“Here, here,” the room bellowed as they all clanked their glasses and drank their Quacktails.

“Here, here,” I said following suit.

The Quacktail tickled as it went down my throat and sank into the depths of my stomach. No sooner than it hit the lining did I feel my world begin to spin. It took a moment to catch my bearing, and as I began to focus once again, I saw the largest smile I had ever seen on a person gleaming from Jones’ face.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Sure, but for what?” I queried.

“Stop for a second. Look around. Let your eyes see what they see.”

I looked around. Besides the scene I have already explained, I began to see other images surge out from the background. Above Billy, on top of the bar, there was a sign. At first I didn’t quite catch its meaning, but later on, as you shall see, I caught its full effect. The sign read:



There was another sign above the mantle of the fireplace. This sign was more of a definition, and I completely understood its meaning but didn’t understand why the sign was in the Quack House. It read:

It was at this time when my eyes began to burn. Jones just told me to close my eyes, as the sensation would pass in a few moments. While I closed my eyes he told me to listen to what he was about to say. He said if I listened carefully the pain would subside.

“Fall down fair sons

upon thy knees

soak in the essence of eternal existence.

Space-time, a mind creation,

is a limitation

of the physical self.

Tap into the corporeal

the arena of the conscious mind;

tap into the consciousness of everything

all is related and interdependent

all is energy.

All is what one is . . .

when one becomes the moment.

Tamed silence is all that exists

in an enlightened mind.

Nothing matters.”

At the end of his prose, the pain was gone. When I opened my eyes, it was as if a Kaleidoscope had been placed in front of me. Everything was swirling in colors. Everything was emitting its energy, and I could see it. I began to panic, but Jones quelled my anxiety.

“Don’t worry, friend. It’s all good. This happens every time you drink a Quacktail. You eventually get the hang of it.”

“What does all of this mean?” I asked.

“In due time, my fair son. In due time.”

The Duck & The Crow - Part 7

Part Seven - The Being

44.

Al and Ernie wasted no time in deciding on what to do.  Ernie pointed, and Al jumped in.  Ernie followed.  The two of them swam down a few feet through the water and entered onto the other side with the shack and the fire.  No more water.  Just an old shack and a roaring fire.  The two of them looked around, but there was nothing else.  They decided to approach the door of the shack.  On the door, they noticed a piece of tattered paper.  On it was the following:

Become a vegetable of motion

eliminating all thoughts

focusing all energy

into the moment

watching life unfold

in front of your eyes

manifesting itself

into impulses

of feeling, sound, touch, sight, smell

brain being, never doing

rest until the sun falls

sleep until the rains sing

moving with the flow

flowing with the move

one and all in the same action

release and be free

What a strange yet deep piece of writing thought Ernie and Al.  Who was this strange Being who wrote it?  They decided to find out.  Ernie reached out and pushed the door open.  Inside, they found a simple place with nothing but a bed and a desk.  There were some interesting paintings hung carefully on the tired walls.  At the desk, they saw the Being the Lion spoke of.  The Being turned around slowly to look at his new visitors.  He looked like an old wise man from the East, dressed in the same garb of that philosophical era.  He spoke clearly and deliberately.

Being - Hello there.  I will get to the point quickly.  Ask me any question now, for I will soon be flooding you with wisdom that can’t be interrupted.  What would you like to know?

Al and Ernie wondered in their minds why this Being looked just like them - Human. The Lion said no other Humans had made it this far into the Void.  In an instant, their questions were all answered.

Being - I am not human like you.  My energy just chose to take this form in order for you to process all of this easier.  I am nothing but pure energy, vibrating on a level you have yet to attain.  I have slowed my energy down to create this place and this form.  Physical existence is created on a plane where the vibrational waves of the source’s energy are much slower than itself. The waves become slow as matter becomes dense creating a four-dimensional plane.  Three dimensions of space and one dimension of time.  The slower the vibration, the faster time seems to go - and the more real time seems.  At the higher vibrations, there is no time and there is no space.  The only thing that exists at these levels is pure energy, pure Consciousness.

          Let me tell you a bit more.  When I existed on the material plane many vibrations ago, I was lost in a sea of confusion.  So much was expected of me, but I did not seem to understand why.  I did not understand true reality. Then one day, I met two odd beings - a Duck and a Crow - and my life suddenly changed.  Just as your life has changed from the meeting of their curious minds.  After meeting them and learning from them, I began to think of what was truly happening in the world and came to some profound understanding.  Thus becoming enlightened. 

          One day, I was sitting, looking out my window into the eyes of my fellow race which encompassed nothing but male and female - every white, black, brown, red, yellow, blue, orange and green one of them - each either man or woman, tall or short, fat or skinny, boy or girl, youngster or elder, child or adult, everything or nothing.  And as I gazed deep into their souls through the eyes, I saw negative energy manifesting itself as simple fear and confusion in every single, individual’s brain, while as a race we grasped at the existence we mistakenly conceived as our reality.  I asked my self why we are so confused about what this physical journey means to our souls, why we have routinely gone on in acceptance of the social games we are forced to play day after day, and why fear and hatred have overtaken our minds as negativity consumes our entire race?

          In that momentary fleeting fancy of the mind, I captured a fluttering in my sight and a visual vision of what a “bang” feels like in an insect’s world. A tired wasp hit his flying head on the wall above where I sat.  I looked graciously down on him, glaring at the unformed stripes on his back, the angel-like translucence of his wings, and the complete simplicity of his soul as he stood stunned for an instant.  He shook the crash off, looked casually up at me, and smiled in his insectual way.  In a normal relative response of a human psyche, my physical body should have tossed its hands up into the air, flailed at everything and anything, and run to the other side of the room in order to hide from this voracious beast.  Instead, I decided to sit and confront a fear that exists only in the material mind but not in the conscious soul.

          The wasp wandered about his way, getting closer to my hands, as I felt nothing but complete simplicity in the existence of another being.  And deep down, in my natural mind, I knew he would not sting me in this infinite moment of time and space of which we both shared.  He silently stepped onto my pinkie as I held perfectly still, accepting that this existing being on my hand is in search of nothing but itself and would only hurt a fly if that was the meal of the day.  I questioned where his traveling spirit was going and what endless path he might be on.  But realize, in simple clarity, that we are both truly one with nothing but peace between us, and we both know where each of us is eventually heading.  Fear has disappeared in my thoughtless mind, and the wasp can not smell me except in understanding that Consciousness is a simple existence confused by the negativity of the world in order to keep individuals from realizing this simplicity themselves; all the while, Humanity is continually used as a robot for society’s paranoid wisdom and a vehicle for the maddening game of deceit and destruction.

          I continued to sit, silently looking on, soaking in the entirety of the moment through the nature of my bare-boned being, quietly resting in the understanding of the mind, and asked if there is a chance the rest of the world will see its insane follies and the compassion that rests within every living thing.  As I glanced back down, to the wasp on my material hand, he conferred to me I was correct in my manner of thinking - as he too is continually dreaming his own days away in the magical moments of wonder contained in the Here & Now; however, he is momentarily asking himself why I, as a traditional human, am not habitually afraid and jumping crazily at his mythical presence.  He curiously looks me up and down, planting his antennas in my curbed knuckles in an energetic search for an ounce of confusion or fear, then moves along with his day, flying into the glass of my window, only to crash one more time.  Such a simple being, with a simple mind, not capable of grasping the concept of a window, and only stinging when negativity arises.

          Think about it.  If you two have ever meditated, which I know you must have if you are in my presence; you know what simplicity does to our thinking minds.  Resting at peace within the mind - perfectly unclouded - it’s as if the world stops revolving on its revolutionary axis and time finally catches up with itself.  There is nothing quite like the simplified, human experience of being consciously aware of everything around you as your senses teach your body and your mind rests thoughtlessly within itself.  That is the true nature of our mind and our physical existence.  In all honesty, while in this state of essence, there is no physical existence as we know it, but rather there is an emergence of consciousness into the maddening hum of the momentary Here & Now.

          Humanity, unfortunately, has lost its simplicity by creating a society in which rest and interior thought do not exist.  Instead, we fill our days with menial, frivolous, and maniacal concepts of reality based on the sole goal of gaining material attachments.  We forget the only real existence we have is the Here & Now - the single, ever-present moment.  And instead of filling these moments of reality with peace and compassion while continuously working for a better world, we destroy, compete and struggle to survive.  To me this mode of thinking makes no rational sense.  Everyone knows everything around us is consisted of and constituted from energy.  We are energy wrapped up in a material form from which we are intended to learn about our true essence. However, we focus our energy in countless pursuits of happiness we feel exists in the material world we perceive.  Happiness, on the other hand, resides simply in the soul.  

          Most of Humanity, however, is afraid to take the tireless time to contemplate and learn what makes them who they are.  Human have forgotten how to figure out the true meaning behind their existence.  Individuals are too frightened of what they will find inside when they take the time to look since most will not like the reality of their current state of affairs!  So, instead, to avoid the positive process of self-introspection and Consciousness, they habitually go from thing to thing, object to object, activity to activity, material to material, and fill their days with countless negative pursuits manifested in the material realm.  

          Not once does Humanity take time out of the day to figure out where they come from and where they shall go when their physical energy is exhausted.  Rather, they try to “fill” the empty space within by attaching themselves incessantly to the material world without ever realizing that exact “empty” space can only be filled by the simple search of what their infinite being is.  And each being is Consciousness in a material form!

          Anyone who looks at the caste system of the material world can see there are only a few at the top controlling the masses every day in search of nothing but material pursuits, as the rest of humanity’s animalistic race can do nothing except follow blindly in the Do-ers’ wake.  It seems Man is stuck on this social path, going thought the motions in an every day, continual pursuit of what?  Man has lost control of his basic freedom and wanders around more confused than ever.  The only real resource Man has left is to look within himself - but, then, when he does contemplate his existence, he understands that none of this materiality matters anyway.  It scares him to his core to come to this rationalization.  

          So, Man continuously walks down the path of self-destruction and negative consumption.  Once an individual looks deep into one’s silent, conscious mind, the realization of what existence truly consists of comes into complete focus.  The dream begins to unfold, and a pursuit of a different path begins at this step.  Introspection takes control as the individual searches for nothing but his or her own essence.  And this essence releases the power of the ever-present moment and the capture it has over each person’s life.  The paradox that results is that those who do understand the reality of the Here & Now can’t quite comprehend why the rest of the world can not see the simplicity contained within our Consciousness nor understand the fact their energy goes on forever.

          I just hope, in due time, the conscious spirit will manifest itself through the material plane while Human culture shifts towards the realization of the Here & Now and the understanding that each individual’s Consciousness transcends both time and space.  Once Man has figured out this concept and begins to practice the moral implications of the conscious way, he must remember to live his moments in constant acceptance of the possibility he could pass on to the next phase of existence at any moment without a hint of warning.  

          Consequently, Man must continuously ask if his simplified mind I peaceful enough to continue on to the next phase of immaterial existence.  If Man’s mind is not, his actions need to manifest from the positive energy contained within the conscious source and not continually generate the physically manifested negative ones his material form craves.  The physical form simply serves the purpose of teaching Man’s Consciousness that, in order to transcend this sensory perceived material plane, negativity must be eliminated - thus allowing his soul to get our of the constant cycle of physical attachment and back to the source of positive energy, or unconditional love.

          Therefore, the ultimate question I pose to the two of you, Al and Ernie, is - Are you ready for your Consciousness to leave the material reality and head into the immaterial unknown without and ounce of fear for what is to come and without the negative grasping of attachment for your physical existence?  If you cannot answer “Yes” to this question, then I hope one day you will be able to.  However, if you can answer positively to this honest question, then I bid you farewell in your travels, and I’ll truly see you on the other side . . .

With that, the Being, the shack and the fire disappeared as Ernie and Al were thrown back to the intersection of Vinci Drive and Leo Lane.  It was 2:58 P.M., and there was no one around.  Ginotia Main was unusually quiet.

The sun hit its afternoon, 3 P.M. peak in the sky, but there was no sign of the Duck and the Crow.  Al and Ernie wondered if they would ever see the two of them again. The ride with those two little creatures was definitely a strange one thought Al.  The ride with those two little beings was definitely a knowledgeable one thought Ernie.

Then, from the corner of their eyes, Ernie and Al saw one little form materialize on the street corner.

Duck - I have come back for only a moment to thank the two of you for completing the Crow and my cycle.  This is the last you will see of me, and the journey ahead of you is still a long one.  Once again, I want to thank you.

The Duck disappeared.  Al and Ernie had tears welling up in their eyes.  They could not imagine the future without the Duck being present.  And where was the Crow?

At that moment, they saw another form materialize on the street corner.  It was the Crow!

Crow - Hello there, fellow beings.  Do not worry about the future without the two of us.  Instead, immerse yourselves within the moment and live completely Here & Now.  Do not forget what the others you met in the Void have told you, and begin to teach through your actions.  Simply pass on your knowledge to those who seem receptive to understanding or else the two of you might face the same cycle of coming and going that the Duck and I have existed in for quite some time.  I want to thank you for releasing us from our cycle.  There will be no more coming and going from one plane to the next.  Now, however, it is time for the two of you to live out your lives freely and completely without the delusion of this material reality.  You must complete the circle by existing in the positive.  Through the positive you get back to the source.  Remember to complete the circle.  Don’t repeat the cycle.  Once again, thank you.

The Crow de-materialized.  The Duck and the Crow were never to be seen again by Ernie or Al.  As a matter of fact, the Duck and the Crow were never to be seen by anyone ever again.  Their energy had completed its circle and moved on to higher vibrations . . .

As for Al and Ernie, they began to live their lives with a newfound purpose.  They had learned so much over the past two years on this odd little intersection of Vinci Drive and Leo Lane.  So much that it could never be forgotten . . .

THE END