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THE MIND OF THE MULTIVERSE

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Written By Adi Cox. (C)2016.
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CONTENT.
Introduction.
Chapter One - Surreal Geometries.
(1) The Office Of Sound.
(2) A Lesson In Magnetism.
(3) The Scene.
(4) Our Changing Earth.
Chapter Two - The Lovely Lady.
(5) A Female Perspective.
(6) Cheeky Miss Cup Cake.
(7) A Passionate Piece Of Work.
(8) Well Swallow Me Up!
Chapter Three - Medical Marvels.
(9) The Waiting Room.
(10) Baby Sitter Blues.
(11) Working From A Paternity Drive.
(12) A Visit To A Mental Hospital.
(13) Quite.
(14) Jaundiced Racists.
(15) The Merry Dance Of The Wheelchairs.
Chapter Four - Traffic Of The Little people.
(16) Freaky Car!

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(20)
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The Inspection.
The Booze Bottle Brothers.
When Things Go Wierd.
The Cockles Of My Heart
Arti Intel Goes Rouge
'This Geezer' And I

Chapter Five - Security Services.

(23) Egos And Motives.
(24) Top Secret Mission.
(25) Dummy Diversion.
(26) The Strange Man And A descent.
(27) Suspicions.
(28) Heading Home For The Weekend.
Chapter Six - Puzzles And Problems.
(29) Yellow & Brown Swirly Chocolate Pie & Custard.
(30) A Need For Greed In The Face Of Abundance.
(31) This Is Out Of Order.
(32) "Get Over Your Self!"
(33) Checkmate.
(34) Perversions Of Time.
(35) Looking For The Solution.
Chapter Seven - A New Level Of Insanity
(36) Just Am.
(37) I Cannot Tell Myself.
(38) Slices Of Time.
(39) Bashar's Big Board Of Dentures.
(40) Music Is My Passion.

(41) From The Oblivion.

(42) The Memorylessness Of A Knowing.
My Truth.
--------------------------------------------------------------------Introduction.
Welcome to my surreal novelette. This project was
started on Sunday 9th October 2016 and was
finished on 14th December 2016. I have written up
my dreams on waking up. The following list shows
the number of words in the various classifications:
Novel
over 40,000 words
Novella
17,500 to 40,000 words
Novelette
7,500 to 17,500 words
Short story under 7,500 words

Before going to sleep I fill my 500ml bottle full of tap

water. I drink half the bottle (250ml) and then go to
sleep so as I wake up in the night needing the toilet.
When I wake up and wonder if I have dreamed. I do
not always get the dream immediately. I have to do
some searching in my mind and then little by little
the dream may come back to me.
These are the records of my travels in Astral.
Language is my aggregate. Grains of sand and

cement are my words and punctuation respectively. I

mine for dreams in my sleep and these are the bricks
that will build my house of dreams. I am a fan of
work when I can do it in my sleep. I dream of my
success and it is surreal.

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Chapter One - Surreal Geometries.

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The Office Of Sound.

A Lesson In Magnetism.
The Scene.
Our Changing Earth.

(1) The Office Of Sound.

It is explained to a group of us that the corridors
were designed to be a doughnut shape so that sound
can resonate well in these old buildings. This may be
good for listening to music being performed and
while choirs sing, but in certain parts of these
buildings you can be inundated with all the unwanted

sounds throughout the building, creating an acoustic

confusion with the mingling of all the echoes
generated throughout the building.

(2) A Lesson In Magnetism.

There is a group of us all stood outside this rubble of
a building looking into where our instructors are
instructing us. There are copper coins, but they are
not real copper coins because we magnetize the
coins together. I make a right angled triangle of coins
magnetized together and then I inspect it by
unpicking the coins one by one. There is a little
French lad in front of me and an instructor is picking
on him. This French lad cannot do right for doing
wrong with this instructor, 'old man Cripsy.' It is with
uncomfortable amusement to me that the instructor
threatens the French lad. He reprimands him with his
sharp tongue and then the old man Cripsy walks
around behind the French lad who becomes more
and more intimidated the closer that the instructor
gets to him. I witness the old man Cripsy's frown and
glare of displeasure focused on the little French lad,
repulsing him like a magnetic detraction.

(3) The Scene.

People wanted to know details about a bridge and
the police force who were represented by this man
with a megaphone, was shouting out the details.

People came rushing to get the details, but only the

first person to arrive got the details, 'because people
wanted to know.' But on giving the details across
they were fumbled and the details tumbled and the
people were unhappy as to how the details were
handled. We were on the bridge during the whole
time. It was a pedestrian bridge with ramps either
side. What the bridge was going over is a bit unclear
as it was foggy, but I think that it might have been a
river? This is probably one of the details mishandled
by the police. I was an observer in this scene. I was
not the police and I was not the public rushing
forward for details. It was a young lad about twenty
years old who arrived at the police first followed by
some women. The fumbling between the lad and the
police was represented by a square which was about
an inch square and as it tumbled it tumbled down
through a model of the foot bridge. You could see in
the public's eyes that they were annoyed. It was a
silent disgust aimed at the police through the eyes of
the public who were indignant. As with so many other
details there was much more to this story that has
been unremembered. what has led up to this scene
has been unremembered?

(4) Our Changing Earth.

I watch the people. I can see how the people have
changed around me, as I interact with them and I
know for sure that our Earth is changing, because I

can see the corner of the people who have changed.

I am looking at a geometry. There is a point in front
of me to the right. There is a horizontal line that runs
from this point and infinitely to the left. There is
another line running from the same point which is
also infinitely long and this makes an acute angle
with the horizontal line. The point is the vertex of this
acute angle. There is an arc centred at the vertex
point and this arc joins the two lines as a symbol of
an acute angle. This angle is the corner of people
who have changed. This angle is getting larger and
one day it will become obtuse.
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Chapter Two - The Lovely Lady.

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A Female Perspective.
Cheeky Miss Cup Cake.
A Passionate Piece Of Work.
Well Swallow Me Up!

(5) A Female Perspective.

This girl is writing and the structure of her writing is
tied up into her hair. Her hair is dark with a pony tail

high up onto the top of her head. Carefully she is

crafting and brushing her words as she bunches up
her work and then she ties it up into paragraphs,
laying it all out into her hair. She has beautiful layers.
She is pretty you see.

(6) Cheeky Miss Cup Cake.

There are two types of fruit. There are the natural
fruits and then there are fruits with bad attitude.
These fruits have been used to cook with. At first I
only eat with natural fruit. It is often cooked and
prepared in cakes, but then there becomes a
shortage of natural fruits and I get some cake that is
made from bad attitude fruit. It is a squidgy peach
cake. Two sweet squidgy peaches are joined together
in a cup. I take the sticky sweet and juicy peaches of
cake out of its cup and I taste just how good the bad
attitude peaches both are in this cake and they are
so nice and they are so naughty that I swear. I savour
the flavour as it goes to my head. I eat it all up and
it's such a pleasure in bed.

(7) A Passionate Piece Of Work.

We are throwing each other around and I am
passionately shouting, "I love you!" You see she has a
dark side and I have no fear for her. I am working on
her. I keep shouting, "I love you!" And I keep
throwing her around and she is love and I am love.

There are people watching us and I never let up

violently expressing my love for this girl. She is
dressed in blue as I throw her around and I shout out,
"I love you!"
I say, "watch this." I set it up. I make the white arms
of this girl lash out. I make the white arms of this girl
swing out. swing out and hit my face so hard and she
is alarmed and she is ashamed and she is so sorry.
"You See?" I say to the people, "You See?" I say so
passionately, "You See!"

(8) Well Swallow Me Up!

This woman, who is obsessed, was on the news. The
report just said that she gave flowers by the
hundreds and there was a lorry full of flowers being
shown on the television. It said that she had an in
depth knowledge of flowers and that she knew the
names of all the flowers in latin. She would give
these flowers to people that she was obsessed with. I
was just reading about her in a newspaper whilst sat
down on the ottoman. The ottoman gave way and I
fell through it.
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Chapter Three - Medical Marvels.

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(9) The Waiting Room.
(10) Baby Sitter Blues.
(11) Working From A Paternity Drive.
(12) A Visit To A Mental Hospital.
(13) Quite.
(14) Jaundiced Racists.
(15) The Merry Dance Of The Wheelchairs.

(9) The Waiting Room.

I am in a waiting room. It is an old fashioned victorian
waiting room. There is a bloke who walks through
uttering something and I call him a silly bugger,
quietly so that he does not hear me and he
disappears behind a glass panel. There is someone
else in the waiting room with me, but I am not sure
who that is? Suddenly there is a continious ring. like
a glass has been tapped and someone is running a
wet finger around the rim of the glass. A big friendly
Alsatian dog jumps on me. The glass ringing is in his
big ear. I am in a waiting room and I am not waiting
for anything. I am waiting because that's what you
do in a waiting room.

(10) Baby Sitter Blues.

I was put into a position where I had to look after a
baby. The parents just went off without taking their

baby and I was left with this baby in the street. I

could not just leave the baby. Somehow I found
myself in someones house and these people were
fussing the baby. I felt guilty that I had not looked
after the baby properly. I had a melt down and
exclaimed, "I can't look after the baby I'm only 22!
Not really I'm 51." The people laughed at me and I
said, "I need to get the police. Does anyone know
whos baby this is?" Nobody knew the parents of the
baby.

(11) Working From A Paternity Drive.

I am a medic and I am at the medical centre with all
the other medics. I have only just got back to the
medical centre from injecting an animal. It was a cat
or a dog or a lion, or something like that? So the
other medics are looking on the paternity drive to
find that they need to go out to give the animal that I
have just injected another injection. I have done a
right side injection and now they say that he needs a
left side injection. I think to myself, 'good luck with
that one, I've done my injection.' I hear one of the
medics say, "Yeah, well we can soon give it an
injection." and another medic says, "Yes, but poor
thing, it's only just had an injection." So the medics
ask, "Where do we have to go?" I hear the reply,
"Number ten, the party house. You know, the house
around the corner at the top." Then there was a
realization: "Oh you mean number eleven, the animal

house. Well that's what we call it." So they go off to

this house and as they do so I think to myself: 'I'm
going to have a look at this paterity drive.' So I see
this screen with skulls and cross bones and it's set
out like the computer game 'Space Invaders.' All
blocky, black and white graphics where the space
invaders are human skull and cross bones. I find this
very amusing.

(12) A Visit To A Mental Hospital.

I am at a place where there are cars parked
everywhere. I am looking for a parking space. I have
found a space but there is faded yellow markings on
the ground saying keep clear. I have found another
space, but I am blocking someone in here. So I am
still looking for a space.
I am in a documentary. I can hear a mans
commentary saying "This is a mental hospital for
underdeveloped and severe challeging behaviour
there is massive underfunding. The funds have been
cut by one hundred and fifty million pounds." I
understand that it is the politician Ian Duncan Smith
who is responsible for this travesty. The camera is
sweeping across the ground where there are
hundreds of crying babies laid on their backs. Their
undeveloped heads are like spots. I am thinking 'Who
would come into a life like this, what sort of soul?' I
am listening to the commentary and I am startled to

hear him say, "There is a new species with three

brains and two frontal lobes in each brain." The
camera is zooming in and I can see a baby with a
head and it is looking around very alert with a
serious expression of intelligent understanding. At
the top of its head are three small brains externally
visable and each of these brains are in two parts. I
understand that this is a new species of baby. I am
trying to empathize with this baby. It is all very
strange. My imagination is in a scary new place.

(13) Quite.
I am a care worker in this building and head nurse is
saying, "conditions change and that is why I do not
always hand over all of the details." She is concerned
whether she is doing the right thing here and I
reassure her not knowing if she is doing the right
thing either. It is all a bit vague. I am still quite new
here and so I still do not know quite what to do here?

(14) Jaundiced Racists.

I am in a hospital and someone has colour coded it. It
has been colour coded to make it more interesting.
There are white buildings and yellow buildings. I
wonder if the powers that be can code it between
Japanese and Chinese people or is that too difficult? I
get the feeling that this colour coding has similarly
been done before and yet when I think back, I do not

remember any colour coding exactly like this.

(15) The Merry Dance Of The Wheelchairs.

We are in the forest and the earth has been
disturbed. We are marking everything that we do into
the ground, every which way that the wheelchair and
client goes and it is colour coded; red, yellow and
blue. I am very confident that I know how to do this
marking down into the ground and colour coding and
I am watching someone else doing the marking and
colour coding for a wheelchair and client, but it is not
quite right. She is taking her time and the colours are
more black and white, but I know how to do it and
the earth has been disturbed. We are in the forest.
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Chapter Four - Traffic Of The Little people.

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Freaky Car!
The Inspection.
The Booze Bottle Brothers.
When Things Go Wierd.
The Cockles Of My Heart
Arti Intel Goes Rouge
'This Geezer' And I

(16) Freaky Car!

I am walking home. It is a long walk home. I cross a
road and get to a path on the other side and as I am
walking down this path and I see a car coming
towards me. I am wondering, 'is that car on the road
or on the path?' I can not make it out at first and
then I see that it is on the path and it is coming
towards me. Next I am wondering, 'is that a full size
car or a miniature car?' I decide that it is a miniature
car and by this time it has nearly reached me so I
walk to the side and the miniature car redirects itself
towards me, as if it wants to run me over. So as it
reaches me I jump on its roof. It is a silver four wheel
drive car with a black soft top on and as I am
standing on the black soft top roof of this miniature
silver four wheel drive car moving along there is a
slightly robotic voice saying, "stop!" Everytime I push
my foot down into the black soft top roof, the robotic
voice says, "stop!" So I am repeatedly pushing my
foot down and this creepy robotic voice is saying,
stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" So then we come to a full
stop.

(17) The Inspection.

I am at the job club. There is a lady who is taking the
job club, who is informatively instructing us at this
job club. So after the lady has headed the job club

and she has finished informing and instructing us all.

I end up working with three women. So this is the
collective that I am working with. We are all working
on our various projects. My project is a light aircraft
and I am there with my socket wrench and I am
racheting up the nuts and bolts of this white light
aircraft. I am not too sure about this light aircraft and
all the work that I am doing on it, but I am having a
good chat with the three women. I am explaining to
them that I really must be getting on with this job
because I really do not want to be in this job club any
longer than I need to be. I tell them that it is not
because I do not want to be chatting with you lovely
ladies but it is because I would really like to get out
of this job club A.S.A.P. as soon as possible. Whilst I
am chatting to the ladies, I am tightening up the
propeller. The propeller is a foot which is on the end
of a leg acting as a propeller shaft that in turn runs
along the side of this light aircraft. I have my
concerns about the mechanics of this propeller foot
and leg shaft, only because I have tightened the foot
up so tight that the ankle joint will not bend. I am
thinking that when the propeller shaft is turning, the
foot will kick the fuselage at the front of the aircraft.
Although I am still not sure about this propeller foot
and leg shaft, I have now finished my work on this
light aircraft. I say to the ladies that I am done and
there is an agreement that they will have to be there
when my work is being inspected. They have

generously agreed to stay there at the job club whilst

my light aircraft is being inspected. I am very
grateful to these three ladies for putting themselves
out for me like this.

(18) The Booze Bottle Brothers.

I am in the pub, 'The Bell And Ad,' it is in Scotland.
The family are here. There are many speeches. My
mum and dad are here. I am looking at some strange
ornaments. They look like big round drunk men with
strange hats on. They resemble short fat bottles of
booze with screw top hats and label clothes. I look
through a cupboard of booze and this big loud lady
asks me with a suspicious look on her face, "What
are you doing?" I smile at her and tell her, "I don't
even drink." She looks at me with a frown, as if to
say 'hmmm,' as she walks away I delve deep into the
drawer of drink.

(19) When Things Go Wierd.

I am talking to my dad about football. He is sat down
at a table and I am across the way in a railway
station. I am talking about football which I usually
know nothing about, but I feel at this moment that I
have something to share with him about the game.
So as we are talking across to each other so that
everyone can hear our conversation, I surprise
myself with my confidence on this topic. So I am sat

on this chair in this train station when I am

surrounded by a large number of football supporters.
Bearing in mind that I know nothing about football
some bloke joins in a conversation with me about the
game. I tell him, "I've got a confession to make. I
know absolutly nothing about football." It was hard
for me to admit this, but I feel better for being honest
to the man. I am sat there looking through a glass
partition and I can see a train in the distance down
the tracks, wobbling from side to side slightly with
speed when suddenly it thunders through the train
station without stopping, each rattling carriage
pulsates the station as they pass through with such
speed and force that I am shocked.
"Why are there little vehicles following this train?" I
find myself voicing my sudden awareness that there
is an unruly convoy of small cars and trucks driving
over and along the railway lines following the train
that has just passed through. This is very surreal.
They have no hope of catching up with the train.
What are they doing? this has just got wierd and then
there is a little vehicle crash and now it has just got
wierder!

(20) The Cockles Of My Heart

I have my little white tub of cockles as I drive up in
my massive motor home. I make a wrong turn,
looking back I see the arrow pointing to the double

doors that I should have driven through, but I carry

on driving on a pedestrian way. There are signs and
symbols and arrows pointing here there and
everyway as I drive ever higher up the green slopes.
As I find myself and my motor home in the highest
room in the house. I have a problem though. There is
only parking for the disabled. I look around and all
the parking spaces have disabled symbols in them. I
take my sealed white round tub of cockles out of my
pocket and place them on a table in this room before
descending the steep decline in my motor home
down the green ramps. I am aware of a large group
of pedestrians outside this building. Then as I
descend the steepness of the decline it is so
overwhelming, but I manouver my huge motor home,
my massive motor down these green cliff like ramps.
I know that I will meet the pedestrians ascending as I
make my descent. I know that they will be going up
into the room where my cockles are. 'I should really
have put those cockles in the fridge and here I am
driving down a pedestrian way.' These are my
thoughts and I am unsure.

(21) Arti Intel Goes Rouge

I remember seeing a flying train crash. I watched it
as it came off its horizontal launch pad. The train was
high up and essentially it was driven off a cliff. I
watched it as the big clumbering mass arced, arched
downward. I wondered what it was going to crash

into at first and then there was an unreal splash as

two columns of water shot into the air and arced,
arched back in opposite ways to each other like two
chunky water snakes. I could hear almighty
quenching sounds of the crash as it reached into the
river water. I was excited that the train had crashed.
It was in the direction where I was heading back
through, but then I felt guilty for being so excited
about a disaster like this. So I was heading back and I
had my push bike with me. I had gotten off my push
bike and was walking with it because the ground was
grassy and uneven. I was doubious about going over
this land because it was not a public space and I was
not permitted to cross this land. I was not
comfortable with trespassing. So as I got close to the
crash site. I first heard a fuss and then some
shouting and I saw a military man pointing his rifle. It
was not pointing at me. The military man was
silhouetted up to the right of me on higher ground
and he was pointing his rifle in the opposite direction
to me, as he was shouting and ordering aggressively
to people who were out of sight from me. I thought
'Shit!' He hadn't seen me, so I gingerly carried on
making my way accross this waste grass land and
then I was spotted. Before I knew it I was
intermingling with other people who were being
rounded up and I, like these other people, was
reluctant to go in the direction that we were
instructed to go. So by now I was walking without my
push bike and there was a woman who was watching

me and was there to entice us all to go through this

narrow pass to be detained. I recognized this woman,
it was Arti Intel. I went up to her and we connected. It
seemed to me that she was not happy with her job
role, with having to round us all up like we were
sheep and all. So together we made our exit
incognito from this private wasteland and onto a
more public space.

(22) 'This Geezer' And I

We was having a bit of banter 'This Geezer' and I. He
had thick dark side burns and a dark mustache and
spoke in a gruff voice. We were slowley chasing each
other in old fashioned gangster cars and coming up
with catch phrases. He came up with "Don't chase
me round again" and I came up with "Don't say those
words again." There were others there too who were
also involved. It all came to a head when 'This
Geezer', who I have never met before, pranged his
car. The next thing I know the pavement is opening
up and he drives himself and his car under his house.
I watch in detail as the pavement closes back up and
seals back up with his six foot high house wall. With
that I am on my own, everyone has gone and I wake
up.
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Chapter Five - Security Services.

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Egos And Motives.

Top Secret Mission.
Dummy Diversion.
The Strange Man And A descent.
Suspicions.
Heading Home For The Weekend.

(23) Egos And Motives.

We share out the money between the three of us and
although we all have a thick wad of notes each, I
can't help but feel that I have been short changed. I
am in this car with the thick wad of notes in my top
pocket. We are the tories. There is the prime
minister, Boris Johnson and myself. The prime
minister is in the back of the car with me, Boris
Johnson is the driver in the front of the car. He is
turned around towards us as we are getting a
briefing from the prime minister. All I want to do is to
get out of this car and to get on with my job, but the
prime minister just goes on and on and on prepping
us up with his talk, then all of a sudden the prime
minister concludes with, "fucking love this attention!"

(24) Top Secret Mission.

There are three of us and we have traveled in the

back of a lorry to get to an undisclosed destination.
There is Ivan Teller, myself and someone else who is
unknown to me. We are there so that Ivan can meet
some beings. Ivan gets briefed on what to say to the
beings by our unknown travel companion. As Ivan is
going to head off to the beings someone jokes by
saying, "Recite some Morressey to them." This makes
me laugh and I say, "Yes that will cheer them up." I
see Ivan smile as he walks off.
Ivan arrives back and he surprises me by giving me a
chocolate bar, I am thinking, 'does he not want a
chocolate bar? Maybe he is on a diet.' I am very
grateful for this chocolate surprise and even I'm
surprised at how grateful I am. So I think to myself,
'calm down lad.' I throw the chocolate bar to a safe
place in the back of the lorry before we all climb back
into it, for our return journey home.

(25) Dummy Diversion.

We are on motorbikes. I am concerned about the
intelligence services following me as I am riding
around. I avoid a scandal by taking charge of events.
I place this dummy on a motorcycle and this dummy
is riding the motorcycle. I am being followed a lot of
the time. I think that someone is onto me, but I just
seem to get away with anything.

(26) The Strange Man And A descent.

I am walking the streets and there is this lad waiting
to cross the road. He has a card board box over his
head. I am thinking that he is dressed up in fancy
dress, but then he starts running down the road like
he is running away from something. I can hear a
baby crying. I am thinking, 'has he got a baby with
him?' Then I realize that it is the lad with the box
over his head who is crying like a baby. I end up free
wheeling down hill through the village streets looking
out for traffic to avoid so that I do not have to slow
down, but the streets are empty and as I am free
wheeling rapidly I lose my direction and I do not
know which way to go.

(27) Suspicions.
I had walked past a crime scene earlier. The earth
was dug up and I never even noticed. I only found
out that there was a crime scene because I was
walking back the same way as I had come and the
route was blocked off. I asked this lad why it is
blocked off and he told me that a seven year old had
been murdered there. I was shocked. I was stunned.
I feel that there is more to this murder and I am
suspicious of the man who told me about this
murder, but I am the one who has been at the crime
scene before it was discovered. I am the one who has

walked through those trees and I imagine that it is

my footprints that must be there!

(28) Heading Home For The Weekend.

I am driving this van back home from work. It is
Friday evening and the traffic is hectic. I am waiting
at a junction to turn. After a while there is a gap in
the traffic and I observantly make my way forward
turning right across the lanes, down through the city
street and I suddenly notice a massive articulated
lorry taking up most of the road coming from the
opposite direction towards me and I move my van
over close to a city wall and I squeeze between this
artic lorry which is an extra wide load. The vehicle
has flashing hazard lights. I think that I can hear the
lorry driver shouting at me cursing me from his cab,
but miraculously I manage to drive my van on
through this gap.
I am still traveling, but I am on foot now. I am making
my way along a long city wall. I come up to a drop at
the end of this long city wall and I notice the insects
on the stone slab ground. They are long black and
wriggly with pincers at both ends, like earwigs but
longer. I watch in amazement: 'That earwig has just
jumped off the stone wall.' With intention it had
hurled itself off. I watch the long body wriggle in free
fall, which makes me laugh. I make out a path to
descend the city wall, but I am aware that I have still

got a long way to go before I am home.

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Chapter Six - Puzzles And Problems.

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Yellow & Brown Swirly Chocolate Pie & Custard.

A Need For Greed In The Face Of Abundance.
This Is Out Of Order.
"Get Over Your Self!"
Checkmate.
Perversions Of Time.
Looking For The Solution.

(29) Yellow & Brown Swirly Chocolate Pie & Custard.

It was a quiz on food. You had to answer the question
in two parts. If you got the questions right, you got
the food. I had my eye on a yellow and brown swirly
chocolate pie And custard. There was a black lad and
I was being polite. I was wondering did he want the
pudding? I smiled at him as I made my way to hold
the silvery spoon in the yellow and brown swirly
chocolate pie And custard. He was okay with me and
so I was thinking that it will be okay for me to have
this pudding, but then I woke up before I could get a

chance to eat it.

(30) A Need For Greed In The Face Of Abundance.

Dreaming of an abundance of words, the abundance
of words was represented by the word 'all', which sat
on the top of a pile of other words and these words
became a slice of bread. So I ate the slice of bread
and the problem was solved.

(31) This Is Out Of Order.

I get into trouble with the police. I blame it on the
ginger haired lass. There are a few other people
involved also. I cannot remember much about the
incident, but it is the ginger haired lass that ropes me
into this incident and then the police make an
example of me because I give them some cheek.
This whole episode takes months to deal with us,
with the court and everything and it is still not done
with yet! I don't even remember the incident. I get
done for disorder, but I would not have been there if
it was not for the ginger haired lass. I think that
maybe they are making an example of me for
pleading not guilty.

(32) "Get Over Your Self!"

I go round to this party. All the table is used. There
are no places to sit around the table with everyone

else. So I find a seat with a seperate table. I am not

keen to be at a table on my own at first, but I notice
that other people are still arriving at the party, so I
am okay with it then and so as other people are still
coming in, Big Bob has got a deck chair and he is
having problems with it as he is very large and
extremely over weight. So as he sits down onto his
deck chair he is also underneath the deck chair too
and he sits on himself? I am just witnessing this, as
Bob is both sat on the deck chair and also on the
ground underneath it. I do not look at Bob sat on the
deck chair, I just know that he is, but I watch Bob
underneath the deck chair roll over on the ground
and free himself from under himself. It is not strange
to me that Bob is in two places at the same time,
because that is something that Bob is likely to do. I
am just concerned to see if Bob can get free from
himself.

(33) Checkmate.
I am on the shop floor joining in with the tasks of the
day getting the stock put away into the stores and
generally making myself look busy. The queen is also
working on the shop floor with us so we are all really
making an effort to get our jobs done, but I cannot
help but take time out to watch Philip Scruffy who is
energetically getting the stock of shoes which are all
in their boxes down a hatch and into the basement
below. Philip is firing the boxes. He is throwing the

boxes. He is pushing and shoving in all manner of

ways to energetically get these boxes of shoes down
into the basement below. Then the boxes get stuck in
the hatch and another woman joins in and she is
jumping on the boxes when she starts to fall through
the hatch. The shoe boxes are eating her up and she
is in shock that she is sinking when the queen
intervenes to get the woman out of the hatch, but
the woman becomes still. She is now up to her waist
and she dares not to move. She is terrified. She has
the look of terror on her face and I am laughing to
myself at the spectacle as the woman is shocked at
her situation and the queen knows not what to do, as
precariously the woman is in limbo. She is in balance
with the boxes of shoes in the hatch, too afraid to
move for fear of falling through the hatch down into
the basement below.

(34) Perversions Of Time.

I am out with The Markness and this lass. We are
messing about or as they say in the U.S. goofing
around. I say, "Oo I'm in love with electronics. I love
cookers and all the electrical appliances." As I start to
kiss the twelve inch dial of a white kitchen clock and
put my arms around it. This lass says, "No, I don't
think that you are quite there yet." Unconvinced of
the authenticity of the actions of such a perversion.
She smiles at the absurdity of me being sexually
attracted to electronic equipment.

(35) Looking For The Solution.

B = (A-x)/y + z. I am going through tests. Doctors say
that it is a miracle that I am still alive. To myself I
thank the prime creator that I am still alive. I feel
special that the doctors don't know how I have
survived. I take this as a sign that I am in this life
with a mission to do and that I am not meant to be
taken out just yet. I still don't know if I had an
accident or if I just had some kind of stroke or
seizure. I have been out for a walk and now I have
some maths problems to do. The nurse said, "I have
got some times tables for you to do." But these
problems are more than just times tables:
If person A is x years old and was y times older than
person B, z years ago, then how old is person B now?

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Chapter Seven - A New Level Of Insanity

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(36) Just Am.
(37) I Cannot Tell Myself.
(38) Slices Of Time.

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Bashar's Big Board Of Dentures.

Music Is My Passion.
From The Oblivion.
The Memorylessness Of A Knowing.

(36) Just Am.

Hello, I am 'Just Am.' I am the entity who lives inside
your mind. I am thousands of years old. I am here to
meet and to greet you now. My memory belongs on
Earth. It is an extension of your mind and you will
find that you know so much more now. You see I
search for the knowledge of why I am here and I see
that 'I just am.'

(37) I Cannot Tell Myself.

I am looking into the future of this timeline that I am
at right now and yet there is nothing that I can
explain about it. Just that I can see the rest of my
family in this timeline. There is more to this than I am
telling myself. Maybe because its multidimentionality
does not translate into the linearity of this human
experience that I am in?

(38) Slices Of Time.

I am walking along with some beings and I am in a
strange place, but I keep walking through my
awareness which is aided by the ascension of the

Earth at this moment. This is not the only walk that I

can remember as there is a great deal of both
spiritual and extra terrestrial help for me at this time,
to be more aware and so my memory has become so
much sharper.

(39) Bashar's Big Board Of Dentures.

I am with a lad called The Markness and some lass
who I do not know, walking through the streets. We
are all chatting, but I am missing the cues because of
my age. I am lamenting about this to them, in a
joking way, as we walk through the streets. We come
across this house surrounded by high brick walls.
There is a ladder that we climb up. As we all stand at
the top of this ladder, resting up against this high
brick wall, there is a big board that The Markness
takes hold of. The board reminds me of a 'for sale'
sign and it has a picture of teeth on it. They are the
bottom row of teeth with a transparent cover over it,
with which The Markness is picking up and then
placing it back down over the background picture of
teeth. He does this constantly. I think that the
transparent cover has a picture of teeth on it also. It
might be the top set of teeth? It is something to do
with an Essassani alien from the future called Bashar.

(40) Music Is My Passion.

I am in my bedroom and it is going to be decorated.

There are musical instruments in my bedroom with

deeply varnished wood on cellos and violins. I throw
a new string onto the table and it springs open from
the circle that it was wound into. I am aware of Alison
from the shiny show and she says, "Well it's clear
what you are into." And she laughs.

(41) From The Oblivion.

Through my forest of dreams and then up onto the
astral plane. I find it incoherent and memoryless,
because as I awake I wonder where I have been.
Where have I been? This is the second time, the
second time tonight that I have done this trip. My
eyes are bleary and I have not got the foggiest.

(42) The Memorylessness Of A Knowing.

As I am at one with 'all that is' I feel that I had an
interaction and I recognize this not through a
memory but through a knowing. It is difficult to place
myself as to where I have been, because I am
suddenly not there anymore and the knowing has
gone.
----------------------------------------------------------------------My Truth
Pure mathematics is where I like to be, although
there is a debate as to what is pure mathematics.

Pure mathematics as opposed to the applied

mathematics of physics with its applications in the
real world. It is pure mathematics that takes me
through my imagination into a surreal and
metaphysical space/place.

I play with number theory and geometry with which

number theory underlies. It is through geometry that
I have found my merkaba. I have found a way to
travel through the astral. Through meditation and my
dreams I reach out to a metaphysical space/place
that is mysteriously symbolic in its language as I sort
this intranet of mathematical pattern and structure it
gives way to a fluidity and a language that is
somewhere deep within me. It is my truth and it is
my truth that I wish to share with you.

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