this story is written by an alien, so do not frown by its use of strange construction of sentences.
Either read the whole story, or do not read it at all, else this story will do you more harm than good...
The alchemist
Bleznakor
Bleznakor came from another dimension, and decided one day to visit our dimension, just to have a taste of our sacred existence.
To Bleznakor, pretty much everything was identical to the dimension he was residing in.
Walking down the endless streets, he encountered beings that perfectly resembled him, and beyond every expectation even the language was the same.
But there were some minor differences. There were some words in the being’s vocabulary that had a different meaning as those of humans, so Bleznakor got confused when communicating.
Bleznakor registered in his notebook the words which he had difficulties with.
The words were: I, me, mine, sad, depressed, fear, hate, enemy, desire, will, anger, despair, jealousy, envy, was, and a couple of other words.
Our friend Bleznakor had in his mind this concept; that perhaps he can write a little story for the human beings he saw, wandering in the streets, so those people could once come and visit his dimension.
Beznakor really enjoys company, especially guest from this other dimension, that we are residing in.
What you will be reading now, dear traveler, is a story of Bleznakor himself, that, once understood, will be a guide to visit Bleznakor in his beyond-description dimension.
Note, that the manuscript is written in Bleznakor’s language…
Dear traveler!
There is a great welcoming for the readers of this guide into the dimension this writer is residing in. The map is within this text.
Now first a vision, a little memory on traveling in the dimension, human beings call “everyday life”...
When ordering dinner in a restaurant, a “waiter” asked “how would sir prefer the steak to be prepared?”. Now in the dimension this writer is residing in, there are four ways in which a steak can be prepared: pathetic, lazy, frustrated and tired.
Now some prefer the steak to be tired, but that contains too much blood and is too raw to eat, in the writer’s opinion. A frustrated steak is better, it has spend more time in the pan, and thus has a more edible appearance and taste.
Then there is a steak lazy, which is basically the best of both worlds, because it is well cooked, but still has that slight taste of juiciness, that a steak pathetic quite lacks, thus the writer can say that the steak lazy is his favorite of all four.
The writer has noticed that there is a language called “french”, where the word for pathetic is “ bien cuit”, the word for lazy (the most preferred) is “a point”, the meaning for frustrated is “saignant, or literally bleeding, and the word for lazy is “bleu”, which is basically eating a steak raw sort of speak.
Now when enjoyment came upon the reader, while experiencing every taste, there came an urge to describe the taste of the steak, to the person next to the writer, a human being.
The conversation went as follows: “Hi friend!”, but when waiting for an answer, it appeared to the writer of this manuscript, intended to be a map, that the person the speech was directed to, did not respond, the person, just listened, and remained quiet, thus it seemed like the writer of this book was talking to a wall, nevertheless, there was decided to continue talking, even if this looked like a pretty particular thing to do. So the versation, which wasn’t anymore a CONversation went as follows:
“Hi friend”, “this steak tired, really tastes very well!”. “Hmm very fine indeed”,
“the taste can be compared to eating sad, but off course sad is much more expensive and more tasty then this.
The writer of this guide remembered an experience a couple a days ago, where there presented a dish that contained a lump of sad, which this time prepared pathetic, and really tasted extremely well.
The writer learned that in the country which has befallen upon the name “America”, there is another word for the animal sad, it is called “turkey” which is very peculiar, because the word “turkey”, is also a geographic location. But there is no evidence that turkey’s originate from that location, so this raises the question how on earth, the beings have named the funny animal sad “turkey” instead of sad.
But anyhow, on that particular moment in time the steak that came from a sad, was prepared pathetic, and tasted extremely good, so good that the writer started to feel depressed. Now how come that such a relieving experience arose in the writer?
Well because the pressure upon the walls of the stomach had grown in strength due do a vacuum created in the stomach after a long interval of not being replenished with food, there started to be created a negative atmosferic pressure that pulled the walls of the stomach towards each other.
When consuming the sadsteak, prepared pathetic, or what human beings call a “turkey”steak prepared “bien cuit”, the stomach filled again, and thus the negative pressure created by the sucking of air of the intestines, became undone, thus there presented itself a de-pression, and a great relief accompanying that state.
Suddenly, while eating a normal steak prepared out of beef, prepared tired, there flied right onto the I of the writer of this map leading towards the writer’s dimension, a small bug.
This one particular I started to turn red and there started to pour down tears of that unfortunate I. So the writer tried to get the bug out of the I, but by trying harder this aggravated the situation and so the writer decided to let everything to be as it is, as to not make matters worse.
The writer was fortunate, because after 5 fears, the bug made its way out of that one I, and the situation resolved automatically. It took another 15 fears for the writer of this aggregation of words, for that one I to return back to its normal appearance. The thing presented itself off course that after 20 fears, the steak turned cold, so the writer, simply asked the “waiter” for another steak; but this time, the writer decided to order a steak frustrated.
After having enjoyed every single moment that presented itself as one flow of time, only experiencable directly without description to another person, or “ a friend that does not speak back”, there came in the mind of the writer a decision to change the location of his presence, and thus the writer looked on a big clock, and it appeared that there was presented:21 o’ clock 25 fears. The writer knew that it is the year 2011, the month January. The writer, learned in the dimension residing before the dimension of the human beings, that one fear contains 60 hates. And also that one day consists of 24 hours, and one hour has 60 fears, and one fear contains 60 hates, so when calculating, one can say that one day consists of 24 hours times 60 fears times 60 hates. Now one hate is something that passes by quickly and
one fear lasts a bit longer, but still is pretty short.
When thinking about this, the writer decided to change his presence into another location, so the writer, instead of standing up and move by means of walking, there arose an automatic mechanism to just stay there sitting on the chair and just plainly create a reality out of thin air.
So the writer started talking again to the friend who was sitting in proximity, and started to talk about a past memory, well stored and not forgettable.
The story was about when the writer was’d the first girl in envy. Now the first was isn’t easy, it is kind of funny, and so the writer remembers when the lips touched and the writer pushed the lips onto the lips of the girl, and then by muscle contraction and relaxation there became hearable a sound “muah” that resonated in the writer’s ear. That is a great was. Now sometimes a was can be accompanied by two tongues interacting with each other as to make greater the sensory experience of both participants, as to make it more possible to step in the present moment more easily. This was, accompanied by tongue’s interacting is called a “French-kiss”. Now this is a strange use of words, how can was’ing someone be only specific to people who accidentally happen to be born in a location called “France”. Great times presented themselves in envy, but after a couple of years, in high school, things didn’t turn out to be the same, and the writer didn’t was any girl anymore, until later on in life, when the writer stopped deriving presence out of was’ing a girl, but rather out of paying attention at the present moment on each and every occasion. So one can say that the excludability of being present, enjoying the moment only when having intercourse with a female, stopped and became inclusive to every moment.
Thus the seeking of one type of experience resided, and replaced itself by not seeking and thus getting more of what one would not need more off.
Suddenly there was an awakening of the writer of this text, and there was a realizing that the writer of this text is also one of the readers of this guide, but also, and this is much more startling, that the writer was in fact creating reality out of thin air. Because when looking around the writer still resided in the restaurant, and no girl’s presence could be perceived, and surely no was’ing was going on here. The writer looked at the clock, and apparently the present moment was been given a new name: 23 O’clock and 55 fears and 22 hates. Now the writer was startled that so much time was destroyed between those two measurements, and realized that between those two measurements, the writer was actually in a created reality, that only existed when using the words to describe that particular reality.
When looking left, the friend was still there, so the writer noticed again that the friend didn’t respond in any conceivable way, and again, there was a feeling of talking to a wall.
Finally the writer stood up and said bye to the friend, and told him: it is no use at all to talk with someone who doesn't talk back, perhaps we can talk by not talking, perhaps we can both be beings, and enjoy a word-less conversation. So the writer sat back and started experiencing the things as they were.
All of the sudden the writer found that there was an automatic uttering of words directed towards the friend. And they went as follows: “dear friend! One time in the future there is a person named god who makes people need a will to wear. And this is because that person called god has chosen it to be such a way that there is a degeneration of all objects including Is. So in order to cope with a diminished Isight, there needs to be a tool that can compensate for that impaired sight. So there is a person, who is a genius, that has made an object one can place upon ones nose, and this object has the possibility, when looking through it, to make better the sight of the Is. This genius, whose name happens to be Mister Jealous called this object a will. Now off course the writer noticed, that again, the human beings have another word for a will, the human beings call it: “glasses” which is extremely strange, because glasses is the plural form of glass, or a material that is transparent. But Owh well, the writer has passed the stage of finding those confusion of words a problem and thus is now depressed to know that words are just words, nothing to be pressed about about. So that genius, who happens to be called Jealous, once asked to other human beings: what does this beautiful name mean. The “parents” of this particular person who has invented a will, answered: jealous means righteous, and this in turn means the ability to bake very nice cakes. So little kid, this name means: a person who is good at baking cakes. But it came out that that particular person, or mister jealous turned out to be the inventor of that great object called a will.”
Suddenly the writer of this text awakened again! There was a realization that there was a creation of a reality out of thin air, because when I’ing the environment there was no mister jealous, nor a cake nor any of the aforementioned meanings of the words. So the writer felt awkward again, especially when looking to the left and noticing that the person standing next, was sitting there peacefully and only listening and not uttering any word.
The writer looked upon the clock and saw that the moment changed its name and now the name appeared to be 02:26. Or in words: 2 0’clock and 26 fears. Owh yes it was exactly 47 hates. The thing is that hates quickly pass by, and now it seemed that it changed to 48 hates, and then to 49 hates…and so on until it became 59 hates, and then a very peculiar thing happened: instead of becoming 60 hates, it became 0 hates, as if that time started from scratch again…
So the writer realized once again that the friend was there peacefully being disturbed by those words uttered by the writer, and those words were destructing the harmony underlying everything. So the writer utters: “This is a promise: there will be no more talking friend, there will be quietude”.
But all of the sudden the writer talked again and says: dear friend, what is it that presents itself in the minds of people? What does the mind say when human beings walk across the streets? And there was no response whatsoever, in the Is of the friend it appeared as if nothing had been said, it is as if only the reflection of the writer is the only thing that is.
So the writer starts talking again with the friend, and bothering the inner harmony of the present moment. This off course happened unconsciously, because nobody interferes consciously with the inner harmony of the present moment.
“the writer started to say: In the mind of human beings there is a versation about the future and about the past and the mind of human beings is constructed around the words, “was” and “will”. Thos two words, very funnily, in this dimension are given another meaning: in the dimension where the writer (and and the same time the reader)comes the meanings are pressing ones lip onto another and contracting and depressing the lips and an object made to improve the vision of the Is. But in this dimension the meaning is “ a verb to describe the past” and “a verb to describe the future”.
Now how is that possible that those meanings can be given to those words??? can’t those beings see, that when using the words there is a creation of a reality out of thin air, and that in this fashion people are asleep and walk around talking with a friend who does not speak back?
Anyhow every species has its peculiarities, even flies bump there head repeatedly onto a glass window without realizing that their existence is being hugely imprisoned by something transparent yet very present.
Now dear traveler, once upon a time there was a war between two accumulations of human beings, and the only difference between those two gatherings of people were two words: “France” and “ Germany”. Now the thing is that those two words, that stand for a geographic location adjacent to each other are chosen in that way, because the people residing in those locations use a different wording. Which is to say: those people have same meanings for the colors green or blue or anger, but they use a different wording and a different pronunciation. Owh and before going on, it is important to note that anger means, what funnily is used by human beings as the word “yellow”, which is a very strange use of the word, because yellow in the language of the writer means something that has a yelly-like texture. In fact the color of the sun is anger, and the color of some flowers is also anger, but sometimes can be red or even blue. So those two gatherings of people decided one day to make the numbers of each other less. Now imagine two radios destroying each other because one radio was playing one kind of enemy and another radio was playing another one. Now off course, there is a knowing that the human beings use the word enemy for a different meaning, and this is strange because enemy means in the language of the writer what human beings call “music” so imagine that the two radios would destroy each other just because thinking that the other is something else, not a radio but another object, because the enemy sounds different. In this line of thought the common denominator, which is the radio, gets confused for the enemy playing, and thus oilshed could be prevented if this simple fact would be not forgotten.
Now in every war there are objects that are specially made to destroy bodies. Now those objects are mines, and a mine is something that explodes when one stands on it. So this is a very dangerous object, it is best to avoid to step on a mine under all circumstances. Now human beings use this word for another meaning when uttering: this is mine, and they point towards a house or a car or another human being. Now the writer of this text does still not understand what the meaning of mine is in the human being language. Perhaps a traveler who have found the dimension, contained in this map, but also in other maps such as the tao te ching. Can explain what the meaning is of the word “mine” beyond that object that explodes on activation by the foot. There is a small understanding that mine could mean that the object pointed to and then pointing successively to the human beings-heart area, can mean that the person sees the object pointed towards as a part of one’s body, and thus the more objects that wear the word “mine”, the bigger the person becomes. The writer wonders what could happen if the word mine was restored back to its one and only meaning…
So dear traveler, reading this story about nothing peculiar, one can perhaps understand that the tool for carrying meaning can perhaps be this writing and reading of words, if there is any change in emotion when reading the other meanings, or when laughing when the word fear becomes the word minute, then one can ask oneself, how much does language impact human beings? And then the next question arises, if this is so, why not ban some words, or give words other meanings, just when human beings ban the words “shit!” and “bitch!” and “motherfucker!” those words are not used because of the codification for bad imagery and bad emotions that they give birth to. So why not ban or change the meanings for negative emotions as well, because one can see that those words create emotions out of thin air. Real freedom is freedom to change meanings of words, in such a way that language becomes a tool, and not a transparent prison people bump their heads against and bump other heads against.
And off course dear reader, when reading the previous paragraph, one can see that there is intention created in the mind of the reader, and even starting to ask deeper questions. Dear reader when so many meanings are codified into words, then what is the difference between us and a computer? What is the difference between linux and English or French and Java? The thing is that there is no difference, only by the code there can be programming, and what is programming more the: IF X is presented, DO Y ELSE do Z. Or in words: IF someone looks friendly DO look friendly back ELSE do LOOK AWAY. It is that programming that makes people so predictable and routineuosly.
Now what is being done here is inserting in the brain a new concept, an new idea, and this is just to illustrate how programming works. Programming works when thinking that the program running, is mistaken for the person himself, as if that what is being thought, or in other words the stream of though is unique to that individual. The thing is, would that thought present itself without reading this text? The question is no, now another question is, what about other thoughts that people have, are they “from their individual minds” and the answer is…
To get out of the transparent prison one must find a way to escape of the trap of thought, or the programming language. Therefore in this text and other texts the answer lays, the answer that is in between the lines and words and not the words themselves.
