Shouting Out: Special Circumstances
The other day I walked into a meeting with a Quantum Interferometer (QI). Well it was more a Sonic Screwdriver entangled with a radio telescope, a Jupiter sized piece of concrete, and a printout of Wikipedia’s entry on Schizophrenia which I’d eventually thrown to Mother; and yes, I used a cat as an initiator. I then sat quietly in my meeting and listened to the stream of consciousness which filled my mind. Whenever the QI triggered I took notes on whatever I was thinking.
As the meeting progressed, thanks in part to my concentration being directed by the QI, I became aware that there were multiple channels of reality operating at the meeting. There were at least three distinct consensus realities that I could detect. This gave rise to three separate channels of verbal communication within a place I’d once thought only one should be operating. It’s as if all the speech was multiplexed and it was the actions of my subconscious which decoded the verbal matrix of thought operating within the meeting; the best way I can put it is there was a conversation across the table, one above the table, and another under the table.
The interesting factoids don’t end there however.
Firstly the discussions which occurred during the meeting were considerably more substantive than the previous meetings. Then there was degree of congruence with discussions I’d had the night before. These discussion had been on the nature of the realities of my existence, and were sparked off by a piece of urban art sprayed onto the side of a telco distribution point. The image depicted was essentially that of the The Eye of Providence, and the discussion took place solely within the confines of what I regard as my Mind. To put it another way I was talking to the voices in my head.
I’m a prisoner. I know why it is I’ve been imprisoned. I know where the walls are and the mechanisms by which I am confined. I can move the walls about within my mind and I can escape whenever I want to. The nature of reality should preclude me from knowing any of this yet I apparently do. Consequently something is very, very wrong. There’s also evidence which suggests others know and have, contrary to the laws of temporal justice, been taking advantage of the situation. There’s a battle about to take place, and, believe it or not, I’ve already won.
Various thing are beginning to become apparent to me. I’m not what I appear to be. I’m not even who I appear to be. What I am and who I am is inevitably clouded in uncertainty. What is clear is that I’m up to something. Using a benchmark of reality which has ceased to be valid, yet which underpinned my existence up to a point a little under two years ago, what I’m doing will have a fundamental impact. Something which will upset certain checks and balances, which my old model would have regarded as innate. I will effect you and your world and there is nothing, nothing, you can do to stop me.