Expert of Experts - Things He Didn"t Tell Neale About Reality
When you really do go looking for the One, you look for someone who's looking for the One herself because that's what you have in common.
But what you're looking for isn't really there.
Your search is directed toward phenomenal creatures that you believe have everything you want.
So you mold yourself into what you think they think they want because they're amazing creatures that couldn't possibly want less than an amazing creature themselves.
They, in turn, are molding themselves into the amazing creature they think their amazing creature thinks he wants.
DK: What the hell is this?? Whazzat? DK: What's the deal? I sit down at the computer and there's something already on the screen.
I didn't do this.
Did.
DK: Didn't.
Did, too! DK: Last night? What time does your computer say? DK: 4:30 PM! OhMiGod, I slept through 4:20? Where the hell was I? Right here.
DK: At the computer? Yup.
DK: That makes no sense.
I can't sit sleeping up.
Who are you kidding? You forget about High School and High Holy Days? DK: Fine, I can sleep sitting up! MTV.
DK: MTV? What the hell does that have to do with anything.
You're losing the attention span it takes to explore new territory through old symbols.
You're so used to graphic depictions of real horrors you've become numb to the subtlety of beauty and discovery.
You, as a society are hooked on this re-cycling thing, to the detriment of your current experience.
DK: Hold the boat just one second.
I wasn't...
We weren't talking about...
Just a damn minute...
re-cycling is a good thing! In all ways except experience.
You go to a movie and it's a re-make of a movie.
You turn on your radio and you listen to covers of music one or two generations back.
All you talk about is what's popular, new, news and advertised and you do it on cell phones to disembodied voices who have no real presence in the environment that you once actually experienced but cannot anymore because you're too busy talking to someone who's not there about things that are happening at a somewhere else where neither of you are.
DK: Are you pissed at me or what? How could I be? I'm too busy trying to figure out ways to give you clues about who you are, in ways that you might be able to understand, through the tools you provide me.
DK: My sympathies.
Can you example me? You're a writer? DK: Only in the non-bold parts if I were to give myself full due.
The hell with that, Man! Things are getting freakier.
Okay...
look, I'm gonna take my hands away from the keyboard now.
Fine! How's this...
Yes, Drew, there are such things as other dimensions where other "beings" exist who can come back and speak.
And they are people who have been here before, and now want to teach us.
The truth is, though, they are just a little more advanced than your kind, just a little.
So if you really pay attention, what you'll notice is what these disembodied spirits who speak through what you call a Channel go on and on about things that are just a notch above what you think you already know.
DK: I've been to sessions like that before.
They are extremely chatty those guys, and they sometimes make these ludicrous voice-tone changes that are almost embarrassing.
DK: Just a God-damned minute, and I mean a God-DAMNED minute! I didn't write that! I don't even know what ludicrous means, let alone know how to spell it! What are you doing with my hands??!!! ...
so, Drew...
DK: Can I have my hands back...
PLEASE! The bottom line is, they were people who were here...
DK: This is downright Rude, you know, GIMME MY HANDS BACK!!! DK: They WERE here, weren't they? You know what? I bet they were just people who nobody'd listen to while they were alive, so now they...
DK: k.
,/ n- o [] c;;- k i '=- t [-.
o;,[/ f /'8 f WOW! Good job with your feet, there! I'm impressed.
DK:...
get to chat us all up, as long as they want, AND the Channel makes out like a bandit! Spread th...
DK: That's IT! I absolutely refuse to spread the word about crap like that! Both of you are out of your freaking minds! Easy does it, Drew...
DK: If you tell me to breathe, I'm gonna vomit! You've got your hands back, Drew.
Relax.
DK: Okay, okay.
You seen my lighter? Over there, by the bed, but be careful of that cord there...
Oh, Darn!! You okay? DK: Ouch! That hurt.
Man...
what a headache! I should never have mixed that absinthe with Scotch last night! Wait a minute...
what's all this stuff on the screen? I didn't write this.
I'll let this argument slide, Drew.
Just scroll down, ignore what was there before and let's pick up again where we left off.
DK: The hell I will! What is this??? What time is it? Geez, the sun's coming up.
It must be morning.
Why am I sitting at the computer? I thought I was in bed.
You are in bed.
DK: RIGHT! This is all a dream.
Spread the Word!
But what you're looking for isn't really there.
Your search is directed toward phenomenal creatures that you believe have everything you want.
So you mold yourself into what you think they think they want because they're amazing creatures that couldn't possibly want less than an amazing creature themselves.
They, in turn, are molding themselves into the amazing creature they think their amazing creature thinks he wants.
DK: What the hell is this?? Whazzat? DK: What's the deal? I sit down at the computer and there's something already on the screen.
I didn't do this.
Did.
DK: Didn't.
Did, too! DK: Last night? What time does your computer say? DK: 4:30 PM! OhMiGod, I slept through 4:20? Where the hell was I? Right here.
DK: At the computer? Yup.
DK: That makes no sense.
I can't sit sleeping up.
Who are you kidding? You forget about High School and High Holy Days? DK: Fine, I can sleep sitting up! MTV.
DK: MTV? What the hell does that have to do with anything.
You're losing the attention span it takes to explore new territory through old symbols.
You're so used to graphic depictions of real horrors you've become numb to the subtlety of beauty and discovery.
You, as a society are hooked on this re-cycling thing, to the detriment of your current experience.
DK: Hold the boat just one second.
I wasn't...
We weren't talking about...
Just a damn minute...
re-cycling is a good thing! In all ways except experience.
You go to a movie and it's a re-make of a movie.
You turn on your radio and you listen to covers of music one or two generations back.
All you talk about is what's popular, new, news and advertised and you do it on cell phones to disembodied voices who have no real presence in the environment that you once actually experienced but cannot anymore because you're too busy talking to someone who's not there about things that are happening at a somewhere else where neither of you are.
DK: Are you pissed at me or what? How could I be? I'm too busy trying to figure out ways to give you clues about who you are, in ways that you might be able to understand, through the tools you provide me.
DK: My sympathies.
Can you example me? You're a writer? DK: Only in the non-bold parts if I were to give myself full due.
The hell with that, Man! Things are getting freakier.
Okay...
look, I'm gonna take my hands away from the keyboard now.
Fine! How's this...
Yes, Drew, there are such things as other dimensions where other "beings" exist who can come back and speak.
And they are people who have been here before, and now want to teach us.
The truth is, though, they are just a little more advanced than your kind, just a little.
So if you really pay attention, what you'll notice is what these disembodied spirits who speak through what you call a Channel go on and on about things that are just a notch above what you think you already know.
DK: I've been to sessions like that before.
They are extremely chatty those guys, and they sometimes make these ludicrous voice-tone changes that are almost embarrassing.
DK: Just a God-damned minute, and I mean a God-DAMNED minute! I didn't write that! I don't even know what ludicrous means, let alone know how to spell it! What are you doing with my hands??!!! ...
so, Drew...
DK: Can I have my hands back...
PLEASE! The bottom line is, they were people who were here...
DK: This is downright Rude, you know, GIMME MY HANDS BACK!!! DK: They WERE here, weren't they? You know what? I bet they were just people who nobody'd listen to while they were alive, so now they...
DK: k.
,/ n- o [] c;;- k i '=- t [-.
o;,[/ f /'8 f WOW! Good job with your feet, there! I'm impressed.
DK:...
get to chat us all up, as long as they want, AND the Channel makes out like a bandit! Spread th...
DK: That's IT! I absolutely refuse to spread the word about crap like that! Both of you are out of your freaking minds! Easy does it, Drew...
DK: If you tell me to breathe, I'm gonna vomit! You've got your hands back, Drew.
Relax.
DK: Okay, okay.
You seen my lighter? Over there, by the bed, but be careful of that cord there...
Oh, Darn!! You okay? DK: Ouch! That hurt.
Man...
what a headache! I should never have mixed that absinthe with Scotch last night! Wait a minute...
what's all this stuff on the screen? I didn't write this.
I'll let this argument slide, Drew.
Just scroll down, ignore what was there before and let's pick up again where we left off.
DK: The hell I will! What is this??? What time is it? Geez, the sun's coming up.
It must be morning.
Why am I sitting at the computer? I thought I was in bed.
You are in bed.
DK: RIGHT! This is all a dream.
Spread the Word!