Tuesday, 23 April 2013

dispatches




dispatches

it was standing room only
it was very tight
but you got used to it in the end
and
it was only like that at the start,
it got easier as you faded…

it’s not the way it was
and
I can still remember sometimes

no time and no room, no sound but for breathing, no laughter, no noise,no beeping, no bleeping, no clicks and no ringing ,no singing…no talking, no walking…just breathing and being…and seeing life’s seething…

standing room only you see…

we have all that we want, all that we need and we own nothing at all

we are allowed the standing room
and
the space to breathe
enough space for the patchers and watchers to see and to move…

so there is just US,us,the masses and the patchers, the watchers, the guides and the carers, controllers, admin and birthers and owners…

who own all the masses and patchers and watchers, the guides and the carers, controllers and admin and birthers…

the owners decide who who stays and who fades
controllers and admin tap notes on their tablets
the guides and the carers check all and report
the carers control all the birthers and births

…decide all… for us all so that we don’t think…

it’s all new now, you see, new every day, everything new every day and you get all that you want and you wish for… and although we have nothing and need nothing at all there is still a price that we must pay…and we pay it and are happy because we get more and more and more and because we keep nothing and let it all go…as we fade…

…all except for the children…
…we remember the children…
…and…
…the children get nothing…
…the children are the workers and the birthers of new children so that we can move on and fade…
…there is no stopping them now, they just keep on coming…the automators see to that…

…there is now no force from anyone…we have no more pain, no need for tears, the patchers and the watchers see to all that…

…they come when the watcher has seen…
…and…
…give you a patch…

 …a green one for heartache, a red one for anger, yellow for hunger, orange for sex, purple for love and a white one to fade…and as all the children are birthed the admin knows who to fade, one for one it must be so all remains equal and the guides and controllers get on with their guiding, controlling the masses…

it’s standing room only
sometimes a bit tight
we’re used to that now
and
it doesn’t take long to the fading
once you’re on patches…

…I remember sometimes in between…

…it isn’t..
…the way…
…that it was…

the thinker

the thinker

 I have nothing to say…
…and…
....even if I did I wouldn’t say it…
…so what is the point? …

now thinking, is another matter altogether. I think an awful lot…

…I think all of the time.
…I think out loud.
…think when I sit.
…think when I walk…
…when I read I think…

I am a very slow reader…
 …and for me I think that thinking out loud is the best. You remember then what you are thinking as when I do all the other thinking I always forget what I’m thinking…
...so there is not much point to that either
….forgotten thinking’s not much use…
no point to it at all…
 …but..
…when thinking out loud you think things through, you work it all out, you know what to do…
…and…
…you know what to think…

 …now I read in the paper on page 84 a rabbi told one of his flock not to grieve , not grieve over the body of his dead wife, who was still very young and her parting was sudden…
...he said that her body was only the envelope that she came in, a thought with some merit, he said that that her soul and her being was etched into his heart…
and
…I thought he was wrong. I thought that if she’d been made in the image of God, to deny grieving would be denying the grieving for God…God may be pleased that she was coming home to Him again…but her hubby could not hold or hug a soul or spirit, could he…he would be lonely and grieving is ok, even if some of it was for himself…God would understand that…God knows grief is ok…He took back something he had lent, a bit of Himself…of course you could grieve…

…I thought that the Rabbi was wrong… 
…what’s that?, someone says…
…what’s what, say I…
…what you said…
…I said? …
 …oh, nothing…
…nothing to say…
…nothing to say?
 …no…
…thinking…
… just thinking…