The Lamp-post Shineth, The Gorith Lazeth

The wind stung my face. It seemed the whole world was covered in snow. I stood there at the entrance of the coffee shop for a moment holding a capuccino in one hand and a book in the other. I lifted my gaze above the bustling bodies of New York and into the gray, lethargic sky; for a moment I lost myself.

In the dream, the sky would open up and swallow us.

I almost winced.

The Dream.

There has always been a close connection between that which we know and that which we dream; or rather there is a connection between that which we feel or almost know and what we unconsciously perceive as reality in our dreams. The connection is greater, I'm sure, than one would readily admit. Perhaps it is true that our dreams are nothing more than utterly unimportant thoughts being disposed of, those seemingly insignificant and wordless ideas.

Though all our dreams may simply be that waste disposition rather than visions or messages, there is truth in what we dream, and why we dream it. I recall something that Descartes said regarding -

Splash.

I turned around. The man who bumped me was already far off.

Stupid fuck, I think.

I am then faced with two choices: Should I or shouldnt I go back in the the coffee shop and buy another damn capuccino?

I'm already late for a date, but decide that the warmth of a coffee at least will make my walk more enjoyable. Ah, the comfort of the inanimate thing. It often bests the company of the living.

Once inside the coffee shop I wait in line and order my coffee with the money I have left and walk back out onto the frozen heart of Winter; that world lost in its metamorphosis, silent and empty and perfect.

Splash.

Son of a bitch.

Descartes had the idea that intuition was more reliable than we give it credit for. Intuition, he reasoned, was not an emotion playing tricks on the mind, blind and useless. It was, as he put it, "not the fluctuating testimony of the senses, nor the misleading judgement that proceeds from the blundering constructions of the imagination, but the conception which an unclouded and attentive mind gives us so readily and distinctly that we are wholly freed from doubt about that which we understand." To Descartes, intuition was more than a feeling.

It's the director letting us know who the villain is. How we see him prowl, not walk. Growl, not talk. It is the combination of the traits that the camera pieces together. Descartes' point taken into consideration, we have in this state of existence our own personal director which takes such traits that we would otherwise miss and pieces them together.

I walked into the museum but didn't see my date, so I walked to a bench at the far side of the building and sat down. With winter as bad as it was, most people stayed home and so the museum was nearly empty except for a group of girls in the gift shop, a woman with her two sons buying tickets for the laser show, and a group of men talking in hushed voices near a rock display.

Intuition, being the product of an attentive mind, indicates that it is a messenger of sorts. It watches; it analyzes; it concludes. What, one may ask, does this have to do with the purpose of dreams? Well, I'm not sure, to be honest. Perhaps at times intuition catches things which it considers unimportant for whatever reason. Are those the scenes we see in our dreams? And if so, why do they go ignored and why are they so easily forgotten? Could there not be just as much importance in those scenes as in those we keep ("those we keep" being the ones we do not dream)?

Is it possible for a mind to play tricks on itself? To take certain things, deem them worthy of consideration and throw out the rest? If this is the case, then our realities would be skewed practically out of our ability to fix them.

Hearing footsteps, I looked up and saw my date half-running to where I sat. She was holding a capuccino in her hand. "Sorry," she said. "Am I too late for whatever it is you have planned?"

I looked at her and felt like I could love her. "You're not late."

"You know," she scolded, "You never tell me what it is that you want to meet me for. You could have been abducted by aliens for all I know."

I don't use the phone for actual conversation. Phone-tapping is common practice in the CIA. They tap practically all phones, but not all. This does not mean that some people are being watched and others are not. As part of the New World Order officially put into effect by President George H. W. Bush (who was actually head of the CIA at one time), the monitoring of all Americans is necessary. Most people don't believe such a thing and simply disregard it. After all, something so sinister could never happen in a free land.

What irked me was - aside from her mentioning my phone habits - her reference to aliens. The CIA was originally formed by President Harry Truman to handle the UFO problem in the United States, but was at the time called the Central Intelligence Group. The National Security Act having been passed, the name of the organization officially became the Central Intelligence Agency. Many more organizations were formed for the sake of creating a buffer between the President and the information regarding aliens. This buffer was needed in the event a government official leaked something to the press. If this happened the President could truthfully testify that he had no knowledge of whatever happened to be revealed to the public - in this case, the presence of aliens.

The secrecy regarding aliens and the CIA was called into question by one Mr. James Forrestal who was at the time the Secretary of Defense. He believed that the public should remain completely informed of the CIA's activities. At that point, he was asked to resign by Truman, and was later declared to have had a mental breakdown. He was then committed illegally by the government to Bethesda Naval Hospital. Forrestal later "fell" out of a window at Bethesda following his brother's declaration that he would be taking James home. James' notes about the government's activities were taken by the government and released in a "sanitized" version. Later Forrestal's notes were compiled and made into a book purported to be fiction. The name of the book is Majestic.

The cover-up goes on and on to the point where aliens supposedly made a treaty with the United States during Eisenhower's presidency. According to some people, the event was taped, but no footage has appeared.

Part of the New World Order's plan is to make the people feel less threatened by aliens, which is why the Roswell incident has become less and less of a secret. One of the places in which almost total acceptance of aliens exists is the Mojave desert in California, where UFO sightings are so frequent that they are no longer reported. This is note-worthy since long ago, that area was said to have been holding an underground haven for the alien "ambassadors" to the United States.

"I can't promise I was not abducted by aliens, but I can promise that you will be amazed at what I have brought you here for."

She smiled. "Let's get going then."

Walking down a hallway, we passed some bones and rocks that the museum labeled "Fossils." There were figures labeled "Homo Erectus" and "Homo Whatever" and a few dinosaur bones.

The problem, basically, with evolution is not its almost complete lack of facts at its conception - or rather, its basis on mere observation - but its presence completely, and its power. Having only heard various arguments for and against evolution, I have never bothered to believe or not believe in it. I have tried to make people question evolution as a whole, just as I have tried to make people question religion as a whole. I find that in attempting to do either, I cannot tell which I am debating.

Scientists have stated that "evolution is not a religion," but one must understand what a religion is before making such a statement. I dont mean that one must understand what "religion" means, but simply what it IS. A religion is something which tends to run one's life. It is a set of beliefs that, in actuality, limit a person's ability to truly perceive reality - something which a person, once in posession of it, will find difficult to deviate from. In short, religion is something which limits a person's ability to perceive. Because whenever anyone has any set of beliefs, their mind will not - cannot - deviate from those beliefs without a personal effort (which the person will probably be unwilling to exert).

British author, David Icke, explained it better than I. He said that "...we dont see with our eyes. We see with our visual cortex, in the brain...between the information entering the eyes and hitting the visual cortex, where we actually "see"...it passes through other parts of the brain which, as experiments have shown, change up to, and sometimes, more than, fifty percent of the detail coming in. We edit things out that our belief system doesn't believe should be there, and we can actually see things that aren't there but we believe should be there."

He is, of course, talking about actual, physical detail coming into the brain, but it works the same way with non-physical detail - that is, thought or verbal information. If our belief system is set on one thing then we will no longer be able to see beyond that. This is what I mean when I say that the problem with evolution is the power it has. Once it is accepted by the majority of scientists (or even a powerful minority) then it controls science. Scientists will no longer be able to see anything which conflicts with evolution, and will discard facts that do as "unimportant". This is likewise true for any religion.

One would be incorrect in assuming that we are beyond the dark ages in which religion holds the reigns of science. One looks back on Galileo and his thoughts and considers him a genius. They consider those who held him back (i.e. the church) to be tryannical. Yet, the same thing occurs now, only the tyrant is Evolution.

From what I have seen, many of the worlds most eminent scientists have discarded evolution as "a fairy tale for grown-ups," but that proves nothing concerning Darwinism. For example, survival-of-the-fittest is a concept which holds great truth. But as for the whole theory of evolution, I believe the matter has to be taken less lightly than it is. It is not fact. It is a theory. A theory which has many times been proven inconsistent with certain facts presented.

But whether evolution is or is not true is of no concern to me at this point, since even if proven false, many will hold true to it. What I think is important is taking a step beyond your belief system and your personal limitations. Perhaps we will in time come to realize that our reality is, as David Icke said, "an illusion, and we are creating the illusion." Without that, there can be no spiritual evolutionary jump. (Or is it vice-versa? And if so, then it is impossible.)

Walking down the hallway, we eventually came to an opening. We stood then in a giant, circular room with many displays positioned in such a way as to give the effect of a modern Stonehenge. There were stands on which stood diagrams of the spiritual universe, some maps of various dimensions and many others on which were structures completely foreign to us. The ceiling had large wires that supported a model grey whale. It was usually the sea exhibit room, but had for the weekend been transformed into what it now was.

"What is this place?"

She looked at me intently, almost smiling. Looking at her, I walked to the opposite side of the entrance. She followed.

"Close your eyes," I said, "and concentrate."

I had studied the human experience leading up to this point and discovered something. Life truly is an illusion. I had come to understand the way human's perceive and create their reality. I was now able to manipulate it, and so I had prepared.

There is an entire group of people teaching a certain doctrine and another group of people absorbing this doctrine. The doctrine is that there is no reality outside of one's perception of reality. Any intelligent person will realize how silly that is by noticing that what one person believes to be true often conflicts with another person's belief of what is true. Obviously, conflicting beliefs cannot simultaneously be true, or not in the true sense of the word. So one belief must be true, and the other false. Therefore, simply because one person perceives something to be true, builds their belief system around it, and claims it is the truth, it does not mean that a certain reality outside of that perception cannot exist. Or it cannot if the former perception is untrue.

Basically, it cannot be that there is no reality outside of one's perception of reality because one's perception is of reality. It does not constitute the whole and should not be construed to be so.

"Concentrate," I told her again.

She began to relax and soon, slightly above the ground, a swirling vortex had formed.

"Open your eyes," I told her, "and look."

Having caught sight of the vortex, she became visibly confused and had taken a step back. "What is that?" she asked.

"It is a hole in reality."

"But -"

"But nothing. It is a hole in reality. Reality is not solid, as you might think, but, really, very empty. You know, we are made of atoms, as well as everything else around you. Yet, what is an atom? It is merely something which holds very little within it. It mostly contains empty space. If we are made of atoms, therefore, we are made of mostly empty space. Reality, then, contains within it numerous gaps, and when this is realized, such gaps can be seen. Not created, mind you. I did not create this gap you see here. It was there. Only now, it has become visible by your concentrating mind allowing reality to simply flow and to reveal its true form. This hole was here, and only now do you see it."

Straightening, she murmured, "I dont understand."

Staring at her, I waited for the the scene to sink in. She opened her mouth slightly, slowly waiting for her thoughts to turn to words.

"Why - why don't I see anymore holes, if reality is filled with them?"

"Your mind isn't registering them. You see them, but this is the only one to which your attentive mind is listening, and considering."

She stepped forward in cautious curiosity.

"Get in," I said.

"What?" she almost screamed. Looking at her, I said, "Get in."

She stood there for a moment, then opened her mouth to say something, and then walked away, flustered.

"The average person cannot handle it."

"You're a fucking freak, Allen."

Words I had heard many times before. The modern world is filled with people who kill, who steal, who ravage, without thinking. In a world of destruction and lies I am a freak, a bringer of reality into the circle of myth and secrecy.

I am a fucking freak.

I stepped into the vortex.