A Pathetic Human Being -- on epiphanies...

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.