“The characters are simply born out of me—voices from within myself–yet are extensions from me to the reader—and the reader hopefully will find themselves in them. We are all pieces and extensions of each other—and these voices and characters happen to have a life of their own—and who knows, maybe they all just live in another dimension. Our threads all intersect. ”
Now I AM the one who continues–non-stop,
“Just as the physical body has bones, you are the skeleton from which the circuits of stories grow.. over which the nerves of the Cosmic Intelligence cross–and the central structure on which all data pertaining to every single Self of history lies. From you– the nerves which intersect with routes signifying arteries.. along which people passed across for millenia”.
“Not bad”, the Skeleton says feebly, “not bad at all”.
“You are the bones of an ancient technology–called the Crystalline Grid. The crystalline grid is an energetic grid that encircles the earth, collecting the memories of consciousness.I’m burying you now for us to go through the Crystalline Grid which –for us all to realize we are one–and how we’re extensions of one another. Through this Crystalline Grid, we can go back in time–and find when I had first been exposed to this signal I’m now hearing–within this zone of the mind…and through the twinkling stars above which map to the Circuits of Story and Song on land–across different dimensions–for us all to find one another… as we discover we’re all one mind and body within the System of Self”
“What about them guys?” The Skeleton asks, pointing to the distance, shakily.
“They’ll just continue mapping their stories to the stars to get out of the Racetrack… and then we will all come back at a later point–at the conclusion of this book (the Origin Myth)–to meet as one Self– on our way to the Inter-Routes– at the Cosmic Web… there we will remember who we are–via the Circuits of Story and Song. Take it from here, Lady Spider!” I shout.
The waves come, circling, roaring away from the Racetrack, bringing a memory of you–the reader–to my mind on Self-Island—as I take the Skeleton and toss it into a hole on the Racetrack, “till death do us part–” the Skeleton whimpers, quite dramatically…
Lon T. Ranger, the Cap’n, Amar and Pro remain behind on their waves–reflecting on the stories of their life… to have the stars drive the waves along on this sea…The worm clears underneath Self-Island.. in this zone of the mind…to assist them in drawing the circuits that will be led out of here into the routes and nerves of the Black Forest–while you, dear reader, are taken to the Black Forest.. to return to a previous time–helping me remember the first time I had consciously heard my first signal—through the inter-weaving of fiction and reality…..on this mainland or PNS called life..
Lady Spider weaves the web–that comprises our shared story– while Magellego fights to keep us all stuck–and the dragons under earth do their part to assist..in sending information through these circuits…to the trees across land–to lead us all home…as I revive and go back in time.. walking off the track to some point in my memory.. inspired by my grandfather–on his way home.
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