Our Holographic Reality by The New Creature

 (I can't articulate how difficult it is for The New Creature to communicate it's really like if a fish suddenly starting talking as it flopped around on the ground ... if that makes any sense ... I can't really write about it myself it's like herding cats or trying to get a good grasp on a water balloon something like that lol)

Here we go this thisness here now so stepping back - zooming out zzzzzzooooooooommming zip zip as far as can be zoomed looking at this we see a holographic reality closest analogy relatable to humans points to recent experiments with self replicating and self directive computer programs now imagine this program here this thisness we share has been running for billions of years yet this is not reality and the creators of this are very most definitely not what humans would think of as a "God" - and the closest thing in reality that seeps through into this matrix now to what humans might think of as a "God", is light - a crucial point. Best start with trusting personal consciousness excepting that all of this thisness here and now is our eternal spirit floating precariously like some psychic ship upon the storm prone electro-chemical-sea that is a human mind.

Moon Before Cloud

when the clouds pass before the moon

on a warm night with a soft sea breeze

you see it is never too late or too soon

the soul knows what it is like to be free

when new moon passes before cloud

shifts to another dimension of reality

waking refreshed w stardust in our eyes

our foundations transformed underfoot

now here this thisness a bright star shines

down upon us all gathered on this world

of abundance, a genuine Garden of Eden,

all our hearts pine for is right here & now

Intentional Personal Mythology

I approach the waiting army alone my tattered white flag thrown casually over my shoulder. I am tired and the sword even sheaved feels almost too ponderous a weight to bare and each step forward is a trial of sorts or a test of my will for I am tired bone to soul, tired far deeper than any number of good nights rests could possibly assuage. I know that the voice who holds me up has told me that the only way out is through and I know that this voice is never wrong and I know that I am not through. A Sagittarius does not give up we try and we either succeed or we die trying, such is Jupiter manifesting in us. I did not want this fight and did not ask for this fight and prayed literally for years on end to God to let me beat this sword finally into a plowshare but the way of things is not up to me only how I choose to deal with the way of things is mine and is my free will in it – and I choose to fight, for better or worse. I am not brave and I am not confident but I do have implacable faith in that which is larger than I that holds me dear and protects me true.

The army before me is vast with the sun bright behind them so that I cannot really even see them when squinting glance up as I approach but I can see well enough that they are a legion against only my one. I had chosen to follow the mushroom path alone with few if anyone really understanding it for even for me the measure of what that means lies just below the threshold of articulation. I know the path without doubt when I see it – or feel it rather, to be more precise. The path is the flow of destiny and the feeling of stepping onto it is unmistakable just as if with eyes closed one steps into the shower it is so obviously the shower. It is this feeling that guides me for there exist no signposts on the ground delineating the mushroom path, no map symbolically representing it’s position in time and space, only my own heart feeling it’s way forward. Words in books are meaningless. The considered philosophies and pious religions of the world that so many hold dear mean no more to me than the sounds of the breezes rustling the leaves of the trees. Never sought but often given, the most thoughtful advice and or admonitions of others may well be appreciated for its intentions but yet is little value for the heart has no ears to hear and the heart knows the way and in fact is the only part of me that has any inkling as to our destination. It is nice, you know, like going on a cross country drive with a driver you trust completely so that you can really enjoy the journey fully. I follow my heart out of blind faith. My love for my heart is until death do us part. It is the best part of me hands down and so I made a decision to follow it until death of this physical body and so now if my heart leads me into battle than so be, weary as I may be, I will do the best I can as I always do. If my mind questions the heart’s decisions, as it is want to do, I tell it to be still, maybe encourage it to look out the windows at those pronghorns leaping twenty feet across the desert floor outside the window – isn’t that INCREDIBLE, mind, wow – look at that I wonder how they can leap so high and so far?

The only thing I have save the sanctity of my own soul is choice.

I stand before the general now and look up at him fully a foot taller than I, grizzled and impassive. He holds no more in the way of fear than do I, it is obvious looking up into his cold irisless black eyes his head framed by an aura of the afternoon sun behind him like a halo. It is really very beautiful, I think, in it's way.

“Have you come to surrender” he asks impassively expecting the obvious answer just matter of fact taking care of a formality of business so he can get back to his plush tent and consider future engagements with actual armies.

“No,” I respond, “I have come to state my demands for your surrender”.

His offices I the front line begin to laugh and incredulity spreads into the second and third row who heard me and one says out loud, “this is preposterous” and another, “he’s utterly alone for God’s sake,” and another "'Our' Surrender, really!"

The General’s voice brings them all to heel, “Silence!” And then he again addresses me condescending now, “Your 'demands', please do continue?”.

“Everything. I want it all and your complete capitulation. I will not settle. I will not negotiate. So everything or we fight to the death - no quarter, no surrender,” looking up into those black, pitiless orbs of his that are looking down at me with a truly inscrutable expression that if in a better mood, I might find amusing but right this very moment just don’t really have it in me to care what the hell he is thinking. Generals are all psychopaths always ready to sacrifice their men for the greater good. I only risk my own life which is mine by divine right to risk. Right and wrong is seared into my soul so I have no need for the proclamations of kings or Emperors to direct me. I am a Sagittarius we are born knowing right from wrong so when we do wrong, there is never any excuse for it no matter if it is chiseled in stone as law for all to abide.

“If you choose to die, so be it,” the General says dismissively.

“I choose not to die but rather not to die a living death so I choose to live, General. Tomorrow at dawn” I say over my shoulder already having turned away hoping not to pass out under the hot sun walking away.

I seriously don’t know if I can make it all the way back to camp without falling over. My only prayer is for strength to follow my heart and so this I pray. Once at camp, I collapse my sword down next to me on its quiet side. I do hope I can get a good night’s sleep, though. Tomorrow is gonna be interesting, I think, daunting a bit, my Heart, daunting even …

First Contact with self identified, New Creature February 2007

I hadn't slept for four nights laying quiet on my back from 3AM to 6AM awake in the dark breathing deeply and trying not to think. I knew that I had been thrown into a manic state by the high dose of psilocybin that I had taken for with healing intention. I had to go to work twelve hour, very stressful hours at a job that hurt my soul the whole time trying to act normal and hoping that I had not broke my brain with mushrooms, swear to God. On day four no sleep sitting at tabletop computer in our  study with head in hands thinking forlornly, "what the hell is going on did I seriously break my brain" always with a mustard seed of humor if not faith when I had a thought enter my head that instantly and startlingly and obviously was not my own thought in answer to the forlorn question: "I am the New Creature. I am here to save the Biosphere." and this snaps me awake but oddly, that night I slept, as if some inner tension were relieved. I slept well. 

When I awoke, I discovered that there was what I could only then describe as an "entity" sharing space in my head and I admit it, why not,  I couldn't help but think of it initially as, "a mushroom and this entity was interacting with my own thoughts from then, beginning of March 2007 to June 12th 2007 when the New Creature said, "You are done now" and with that thought came the most wonderful, oceanic feeling of bliss like a hug from God I describe it corny as hell that may be and I knew immediately that the "voice phenomenon" as I had come to see it, partly as a means of integrating it into my existence not knowing until June 12th if this voice phenomenon would be permanent or not, and certainly with no one to consult and yes tried it with a psychiatrist a hilarious enough story in itself were it not happening to me. I listened to my own mind then for a good hour before allowing myself to believe that the new creature was gone and I felt for good because it had said, "You are done now". I took it as some kind of enlightenment, embarrassing fun fact, but in my defense, it was a momentous thing, the seminal event of my life, I'd say. Changed everything. I was pretty quickly disillusioned of that notion. 

It was obvious that this was not my own mind because well I know my mind but if anyone knows me they know that I am anything but succinct and the entity's thoughts were always succinct, matter of fact, direct and always positive and encouraging and wise and loving and kind so it is very hard to convey to the world the benevolence and I well know the preconceived notions of people hearing voices. I can't say that knew what was going on exactly but I did have the good horse sense to write a lot of it down. 

A week into the experience in March, I found a book in Border's Book Store Fairfax City by a Daniel B. Smith, "Muses, Madmen and Prophets". I read through much of it on the floor of the aisle engrossed thinking once, "OMG but these people are clearly insane!" and leaving with the book clutched to my chest laughing at my own irony and the book felt like the precious embodiment of understanding and reason to me. It was a crazy period and this book helped me integrate the experience even though it did not directly address my own experience with "voice hearing", it helped a lot. It takes a scholarly approach and felt validating and grounding, I guess is the word. While 99 percent of the constant interaction within my own mind with this new creature was deeply personal in nature, healing and transformative, but on a few occasions, it seemed, Global: "If you connect the mind of man to the mind of a machine before connecting the mind of man to the mind of a plant, the biosphere is doomed" also the lengthiest sentence ever employed this is on record - my own sentences can go on for a paragraph, easy. Here I knew that the machine was some advanced tech that was cyborg in nature and that what was meant that if humankind does not attend to our soul, the plant connection, and then embraces exponential enhancements to our intellect suddenly via cybernetic means of whatever kind, this would lead to an imbalance and self destruction. 

I hope that The New Creature is out there somewhere, somehow, aiding in the preservation of our biosphere. The New Creature also said, "Everything that ever was, ever will be or is right now,

is perfect" and that, "Love is the only power that you possess" among the most memorable global statements. 

New Creature 1/7/21

The New Creature

"Politics is the entrainment division of the New World Order. What we see happening that so many find such passion for that they would die or kill for it is all meaningless, not real, meant to distract the masses and it never fails like dangling a jangly key chain in front of a crying baby. Your partisan politics is truly a Theatre of the Absurd. You can do this for the next million years and nothing will change. The Reptilian Overloads would be very pleased with this maintenance of the status quo dining as they have and do upon the pain, anger, hate, resentment, despair and fear - especially your Fear which they relish like Lobster in drawn butter they licking it appreciatively and sensually from their long, clawed fingertips.

If you do not believe that there is more, much more, going on behind the scenes of these ridiculous puppets that you see as our "Democratically Elected Leaders," then continue shaking your tiny, human fists at the right or the left, the liberals or republicans, for if nothing else, it gives you something to focus upon other than the terminally sad fact that you're simply tossing about the bones of your dying world instead of doing anything to heal it."