SHOW ME.
i look at everything, his facial features hard to see in the
shadows,  his eyes  vacant behind the glasses , and in them, the glass,
to my reflection.

   The forest,  was not real, not the way I looked at it.
It was red,  an exploding rainbow of colour, that was hard to look at.
Seeing, seeing it brought about a feeling of calmness, it was there,
in its absolute strangeness, it was not the place for the educated.
It was  like a big food chain, it sort of got you thinking,
so much going on a round you.
I wasn't looking for a brain wave,
that wasn't in my nature to think too long about the same subject,
it was easier just to break words down than actually think.
When it was time to make a decision it was either yes or no it was the safer
way. The forest it had a flow to it, when it was wet the rain would
trickle down off the leaves making an endless flow that would please
even a lower class fool.

You would sometimes get caught up in the sound thinking it was your self,
make you want to go. At times you felt powerful,
like a pair of boots that you like, something to wear out,
a sense of power like no other, but it hurt.
It was a little in evidable that the light would be eclipsed,
and that the whiteness underneath would come through
in a little peak a little ray enough to uncover some of the shadows
and all the horrible objects which were both grizzly and arousing.
Visually it could be stunning a painted scene blurred
and shifting or devastating to your eye.

I didn't wear my cap and felt trapped somehow,
like something was there to get me.
It was alienating as if I were in a place where there was no light,
and where there was too much light.
At least there were no walls, except for invisible barriers which were
no more physical than psychological, they were real and they were emotional
  You could walk into the forest, stop at a river,
get a drink and sit by an old gum, jump up a tree, there was pleasure in it,
even taking a breath was a temporary way of feeling free from pain.
You felt closer to the centre, you could bring someone else with you
and take a journey together, it was being aware, without thinking,
that was what you wanted, but rarely reached.
Yet you would think without thinking.
Thinking that sprung from some place deep within the caverns of your brain
and which arose to the surface from the depths,
a redish swamp without insight.
This is so nice theres a butterfly theres a bird, it would be lovely
  must think theres a river listening now what does it sound like?
Taking breaths that choked
the soul since it was a breath that would last momentarily
and that was difficult to hold onto forever.

Earth belongs to our consciousness, which in turn belongs to the masses.
What is common to one person  is similar to another, and to the masses,
otherwise it may be determined that a particular level of consciousness
is abnormal. This untruth applies to cultures world wide, both historically
and at present. Only the quality of any consciousness changes,
changes with revolutionary struggle, and with spectacle, some themes remain
in consciousness, others do not.
It is possible to say that the male and female both were present throughout
history, and a conscious distinction may have known long.
Indeed, female figures were depicted in art forms century after century,
as were animals these themes have been drawn since cavemen ruled earth.
So it seems some things stay the same, though the amount impact, context,
level of provocation these images causes varies widely from time to time,
culture to culture. History. What is history? Does history have any relevence?
Or have we surpassed a point where the past has ceased to matter,
where the symbiosis of man and machine has closed the doors that are needed
to be open for any kind of comparisons of past to present to be made.
That is, is mans mind further from the natural, to a point where the
question what is human can no longer be answered.

"He's inside the mother unit"

"He has access to levels of consciousness 80000 through to 90001. These include active imagination, voice synthesis and more importantly birth experience.

The part of his brain that stimulates movement is initiating virtual movement."

"It is said that the most unique state for any human is birth, bypassing every culturally born experience thereafter, and the ultimate goal then must be

rebirth."

"The memory channels have been activated. It is back in orbit"

"There is no past and no future. Most memories are false.  Memories are abstractions and they materialise its difficult for the novice to find himself."

"For the first hour the feeling of immobility will remain We are not ourselves unless we are disconnected from the body. The simulation of movement enables

us to generate new true realities. Learning to move, to roll over are the first lessons, and end with crawling, pushing. Feeling seperate from the experience

is a natural effect, a comparable thing would be sleep walking, for most people this is impossible the body naturally becomes paralysed by the brain during

sleep. Simulating walking is a trying experience of human involvement and getting past the paralysation stage is most difficult and achievable only in a

selected set of individuals. Consciousness is elitist naturally."

" We train people to transcend their meaningless lives and experience a rebirth. We have the technology. The workings of the machine are complex, but it

involves sounds which appear and ring out at appropriate times, memories as images and sound scapes are created but the average person is not used to

distorting reality. Some people try it once and forget it, others are more successful and become pilots whose existence is not limited to this life. They

understand life through the mothership."
Here are your muscles (tight tort muscles)
Skeleton, Flesh and Bone. (all the things that make you nice)
Here is your body new born take it and use it wise
Here are your shins and calves now (muscles for you to walk with)
Try Crawl then Walk.  
Now you can move your body, Look learning to walk.
Your arms, later you can use them for Golf (to run, to drive a car)
All this human movement, Growing stronger. (your body)
Or weak?
Body Breaking Down Perhaps (aging slow enough)
Awkward Dance Life.
Awkward, but here I can see you (with my eyes eyes, in light)
I See you,  
to me you are light
Pupil dilate.
Light Refraction.
How is your body now? (does it look the same in time)
In this world of movement
How do you look in this wolrd of light?
Broken In Horse Dance for us !
Here you have come and we have shown you to walk!
We have shown you, your life is your will.
Calf you walk like mother and father.
Calf you walk like sister and brother.
Run now Run to the high hill and the rocks and dance upon them
Come down again down the hills, and run through the paddock!
Feel now Feel !
Horse you are faster than light!
As you look as if you have never learnt.
Running rugged, coming back.
Which Stallion did you see out there!
That tells  you now which way to run?
Where will you go now, will you hide, will you stay?
Do you know death? In nature?
Have you known it?
Moved from it.
Do you ask what will come of me, if I do not run?
Can you have life in the unbroken stables.
What is the low ground where there is no rock?
Where the rider sits upon your back.
Broken In Horse you have climbed stairs before
Is your stable hell for you now?
When you cannot dance any more.
When you cannot dance any more.
Are you a puppet with string            Or do you know heaven?