It simply
was a depressing time. He simply was a pathetic human being. The
self-realization was compact, direct and… simple. It was as if he
himself brought to his presence a wonderful and tightly wrapped package.
So in his own reality he created a scenario:
The
contents were singular. In the package was a Yak Bak. This antiquated
ancient artifact added a retrospective element to his experience. He
knew what it was. It was an emblem of innocence. It was one tightly
wound and deep reaching symbol but the referent was not easily defined.
This
creature, being graced with an infinite capability for inner-reality
scenario creation did not take long to arrange the scenario in which
this Yak Bak was created and for what it was destined.
[[[
A moment to explain the importance of ‘inner-reality scenario creation’
(termed as such for lack of better symbols). As a pathetic human being
that spends the majority of time drawn inward and in solitary presence
it is quite difficult to be convinced by outward sources and inward
reflection that the scenarios created in the mind are less of a reality
than that which is experienced in the physical realm in which we all
assume we participate. One self-aware that they are subject to such a
tendency must consciously convince and remind oneself that a scenario
(complete with actors from their physical reality, actions, idea
exchanges, dialogue, etc.) created in their mind was nothing more than
an scenario experienced in their inner reality. They must remind
themselves that the actors in their inner reality that match actors in
the physical reality in appearance and name are not necessarily
co-dependent. One cannot hold resentment for a peer in the physical
reality for the actions they performed in the inner reality. For some a
meditative and conscious practice is needed to harness and control this.
Some have no control. Some are not aware. Some do not care. Many do not
compartmentalize and all realities blur into one mesh. We will not
speak to the ethics, what should or shouldn’t be, nor of the
consequences… it is how it occurs. ]]]
Knowing the Yak
Bak’s origins he was hesitant to push the ‘play’ button being fearful
of what he himself had recorded for he himself to hear. He knew the
actors in all realities represented one referent that shared all the
same information. But lost in his own network he could not seem to find
the memory among his countless libraries. He could not find the memory, a
caveat, to prepare himself for a more than likely epiphany. Perhaps
this is more than likely as he programmed it. Planned it. Formed and
molded what was to be.
He feared epiphanies. He feared
the existence outside of time. He feared the moment that could not
exactly be defined as a moment. Better said, it was an idea without
form. He feared the form he must place following the epiphany. As with
any great ‘ah-hah!’ there came the come down in which confrontation of
the self and others were necessary. There came the pain of growing and
changing. The pain of adapting. The unraveling of what the idea meant
and was meant to be; how it played out in his realities. Fear, pain,
unknowns… “Better it be me,” he thought, “for I am truly addicted to
functioning outside of my first reality.” Addicted to fear, or rather,
the beautiful consequences of confronting a fear, he finally pushed
‘play’.
He heard a voice of a child. He knew it to be he.
….
“You are to enter a great War. There will be a tearing of realities and
the soldiers of the future will not firing weapons but typing. Ideas
will be your weapons and practice in alternative realities. Be
comfortable being adaptive and perform actions mentally, digitally and
physically. Last of all, stop being a pathetic human being” ….
He
had closed his eyes as he listened and was willingly, dutifully and
intentionally existing in the margins of realities. Time became an
elementary concept. He was again wandering in an epiphany. At once, from
his center, simultaneously gazing and studying every reality. With
every perspective he took in the details while keeping the forest for
the trees. Then the rush of epiphany awakened every component and he was
ready.
It had been too long since he was not the
pathetic human being. It had been too long that he allowed the actions
of others in a single physical reality rule and victimize his story.
Ready he was and ready he is to jump in as a cog in a machine, a
universe among universes ready to function as one complete being and fix
these ruptures and cancer in our realities.
