Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Life Is A Dream/Game/Ride/Energy/Vibration...

"Then a human arose amongst them...And the human had a dream, and an inspiration. And walked amongst it's fellows and told them...
'Dream! Dreams shape the world. Dreams create the world anew every night. Do not dream the world the way it is now...Dream a new world. Dream a world of human beings. Dream a world in which we are the dominant species, in which we are the Kings and Queens and the Gods. Dream a world in which we will no longer be hunted and killed...I do not know how many of us it will take. But we must dream it, and if enough of us dream it, then it will happen. Dreams shape the world.'
And the word spread amongst the humans. And some of them believed. And they dreamed. And, for a while nothing happened. One night, enough of them dreamed. It did not take many of them. A thousand perhaps. No more. They dreamed...and the next day things changed."
---Dream of a Thousand Cats, Sandman Vol3 Neil Gaiman

"First up, what happened to you in Kathmandu? What was the alien visitation experience like?"

Grant Morrison
"The short version is that I was sitting up on the roof garden of the BajaRat Hotel and this thing happened and - it's hard to describe, we're going into areas that are unusual, so all I remember is getting back downstairs and laying on the bed and - some unusual things happened, and then it seemed like there were entities in the room it was like those silver morphing blobs you see in rave videos. It was like computer generated things and they claimed to be cross-sections of fifth-dimensional entities as expressed through four-dimensional spacetime and they claimed that I was one of them and that I had to come back and see what the old homestead was like. And that was when I felt like I was peeled off the surface of spacetime and they took me out of my body and then to what seemed to be the fifth dimension because I could see the entirety of space and time as a dynamic object in which Shakespeare was over here, and I was over here and the dinosaurs were here and we were all in the same object, and time was a thing.

So, I appeared to be in a fifth dimensional fluid, an information space that I could say was maybe kinda bluish, extending out infinitely. These things swam through it and interacted with it and they told me that what the universe was, was a larval form of what they are, which is fifth-dimensional entities. And the only way to grow a fifth-dimensional entity is to plant it in time, henceforth our universe."

Richard Metzger
"I remember you telling me this story once before and you were saying it was like you could pick lint off of your sweater and then throw it up in the air and it would surround you in a different kind of environment."

Grant Morrison
"I was trying to describe how they make universes and they said they could make them by detaching parts of their substance and plugging them into the surrounding fluid, the medium, the fifth-dimensional information fluid that we're all swimming through and when you did that, when you plugged in a fractal component of yourself into the universe it would grow around you and become another one of these universes and the idea was that those of us who knew, who had this experience were supposedly midwives for this larva. Because we remembered and you'd go back and you're constantly trying to encourage the larva forward because it has to go, I mean it could die, it could just as easily die, but this one seems to work, I've got a feeling this one works."

Richard Metzger
"So it wasn't scary."

Grant Morrison
"Not at all, no. It was monumental, it was soul-shaking but it wasn't scary."

"He saw that he was standing in front of two houses, next to each other, and there were two men sitting in the veranda of one of the houses, fishing with the lines in the pond below.
'I seek the King of All Night's Dreaming.', called the monk. 'Am I going the right way?'
'How can you not go to him?' Asked the first of the men. 'When all the ways are his?' The second man said nothing and seemed sad. The monk unfolded his token to show it to them. And it was then, it he had had any doubt before, that he was dreaming. For he could read the characters on the paper he carried. They were simple characters, so simple he thought ir a wonder he had not been able to read them before, and they all described one who shaped, who molded and formed things from chaos and from nothing, who transmuted things from formlessness and shapelessness into that-which-was-not-real, but without the real world would have no meaning."
---The Sandman:The Dream Hunters, Neil Gaiman

Last night I had a dream I was having a dream and the earth froze up/ it split open wide there was something inside but I couldn't tell what. A voice said to me, 'Boy have you had enough?' I said, 'More, more, more.'/ That's when I saw the game I was looking for was looking straight at me.
----The game, Monster Magnet

"If it was true, my dream( and lots of it is sort of hazy, lots of it dosen't seem to make sense any more, although I'm sure it did at the time), then...then...then nothing makes sense. If my dream was true, then everything we think we know is a lie.
It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about. It means more than that. It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired or bored.
---Rose Walker, Sandman Vol 2 p 221-222

"The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities." James Allen

"The world is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride...” But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. Jesus - murdered; Martin Luther King - murdered; Malcolm X - murdered; Gandhi - murdered; John Lennon - murdered; Reagan... wounded. But it doesn't matter because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace."
Bill Hicks: Revelations

"Uhh...but...the end of the world. That's a bad thing, right?"
"'The World', Isn't the planet, or the life and people on it. The world is our systems, our politics, our economies...our ideas of the world! It's our flags and our banknotes and our borderwars. I say end this filthy mess now."
--Alan Moore's Promethea

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