Can I ask you a Question, Colin?
Do You Remember When We Were Chasing Zee Germans,
and We Were Punched Through The Windscreen,
But them We Fell under That Lorry,
But climbed back onto it and beat The Driver up...?
When We Were Chasing The Nazis -
They'd stolen The Ark of The Covenant
and We Were Trying to get it back.
Well, at The End,
We're tied to a stake, stuck in The Ground,
and then You Lot open up The Ark of The Covenant,
and
The Wrath of God
comes out and
MELTS YOUR FACE
and We Were Punched Through The Windscreen,
But them We Fell under That Lorry,
But climbed back onto it and beat The Driver up...?
When We Were Chasing The Nazis -
They'd stolen The Ark of The Covenant
and We Were Trying to get it back.
Well, at The End,
We're tied to a stake, stuck in The Ground,
and then You Lot open up The Ark of The Covenant,
and
The Wrath of God
comes out and
MELTS YOUR FACE
EVERYTHING has it's Masculine AND Feminine Principles.
Gender manifests on ALL PLANES
Mental Gender is the state of co-existence between the Masculine and Feminine aspects of the human mind.
Through The Darkness of Future's past,
The Magician longs to see.
One chants out between Two Worlds...
"Fire... walk with me."
We lived among the people.
I think you say, convenience store.
We lived above it.
I mean it like it is...
like it sounds.
I, too have been touched by The Devilish One.
Tattoo on the left shoulder...
Oh, but when I saw The Face of God,
I was changed.
I took the entire arm off.
My Name is MIKE.
His Name, is BOB.
The Original Message :
Special Agent DALE COOPER
(Or is it...?) :
Gordon, it's 10:10 a.m.
On February 16th.
[ 10:10 02/16/89 ]
I was worried because of The Dream I told you about.
Special Agent DALE COOPER
(Or is it...?) :Gordon!!!
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
PHILLIP IS THAT YOU?
COOPER, MEET THE LONG-LOST PHILLIP JEFFRIES!
YOU MAY HAVE HEARD OF HIM FROM THE ACCADEMY!
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
I'm not going to talk about Judy.
In fact, we're not going to talk about Judy at all.
We'll keep her out of it.
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
I KNOW COOP!
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
(pointing accusingly at Cooper, engraged)
WHO DO YOU THINK THAT IS, THERE..?
When Challenging / Confronting / Exorcising
Demons, Haunted Places and Inhabiting Spirits ,
the correct safe proceedure
(having first bound the spirit, person or thing being infested)
is to invoke a Name of Power, a Higher Authority and Demand that the Entity identify itself to you :
'I Command You,
In The Name of The Lord Jesus Christ/Allah, God Who is Great/ The Shadow Proclaimation,
TELL ME WHO YOU ARE - '
(Don't Try This at Home, Kids - Get a Professional.)
Alan Moore has advised his fellow writers and artists
"You don't actually have to believe that Art is Magick...
Just so long as they treat their Art as if it were Magick.
This would solve a lot of the problems in Mordern Art -
I also happen to think it would solve a lot of the problems with Modern Magick if it's practitioners were to regard it is Art."
(GOOD POINT)
The Point here is that in terms of (at least Christian or Gnostic) Demonology Demons and Angels HAVE NO FREE WILL, in the sense that they are free to act within only certain permitted boundaries AND they are subject to authority - if you invoke a Higher Authority, once you have stripped away any barriers and baffles they have put up to hide behind or cling onto, they HAVE to do what you tell them to.
And once you know their name, you can address and command them directly.
Cooper asks MIKE/Archangel Michael, speaking through Philip Gerard "Who Are You?", counting on the fact that MIKE wants to tell them so as to gain their aid and assistance in stopping BOB.
But, if someone inhabited by BOB were addressed "BOB — " or "In The Name of The Great Spirit, I Command You —" he would HAVE to obey — theoretically.
Special Agent ALBERT ROSENFELD
('Field of Roses') :
Suffered some bumps on the old noggin, Phil?
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
WHAT THE HELL DID HE SAY THERE, ALBERT?
THAT'S SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER
FOR GOD SAKES JEFFERIES, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?
YOU BEEN GONE DAMN NEAR TWO YEARS!
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
I sure as hell want to tell you everything.
Believe me, I follow.
It was a dream.
We LIVE INSIDE a Dream.
It was above a convenience store.
Listen, all. Listen carefully.
I've been to one of their meetings.
HELL-GOD, BABY-DAMN, NO!
I FOUND something!
And then There They were.
"There we were"
- Jack Karouac, On The Road
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :HE'S GONE!
ALBERT, CALL THE FRONT DESK!
Special Agent ALBERT ROSENFELD
('Field of Roses') :
I've got the front desk now.
He was never here.
News from Deer Meadow.
Agent Chester Desmond has disappeared.
Special Agent DALE COOPER
(Or is it...?) :Gordon, what's going on?
(Upon Checking the Security Tapes, they discover that Jefferies shows up on them.)
Special Agent DALE COOPER
(Or is it...?) :He was Here.
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
BUT WHERE [ AND WHEN ]DID HE GO?
AND WHERE IS CHESTER DESMOND?
The Missing Pieces :
[ A Hotel Lobby in Buenas Aires - Date, Unknown ]
Hotel Receptionist :
Mr. Jeffries?
Here's your key, Mr. Jeffries.
I hope you enjoy your stay here at the Palm Deluxe.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
Oh.
Do you have a Miss Judy staying here by any chance?
Hotel Receptionist :
This is for you.
The Young Lady, She left it for you.
Special Agent DALE COOPER
(Or is it...?) :Gordon.
Gordon?
PHILIP, IS THAT YOU?
[ Excellent Question. ]
Special Agent ALBERT ROSENFELD
('Field of Roses')
Phillip.
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
PHILLIP?
COOPER, MEET THE LONG-LOST PHILLIP JEFFRIES.
YOU MAY HAVE HEARD OF HIM AT THE ACADEMY.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
Well, NOW,
I'm not gonna talk about Judy.
In fact, we're not gonna talk about Judy at all.
Special Agent DALE COOPER
(Or is it...?) :
Gordon?
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :I KNOW, COOP. STAND FAST.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
(pointing accusingly at Cooper, engraged)
WHO DO YOU THINK THAT IS THERE?
Special Agent ALBERT ROSENFELD
('Field of Roses')
Suffered some bumps on the old noggin, eh, Phil?
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
WHAT THE HELL DID HE SAY, ALBERT?
THAT'S SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER.
WHERE IN THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, JEFFRIES?
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
I sure as hell want to tell you everything,
but I ain't got a whole lot to go on.
But I will tell you one little bitty thing.
Judy is positive about this.
Special Agent ALBERT ROSENFELD
('Field of Roses')
Interesting.
Thought we were gonna leave Judy out of it.
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
ALBERT.
SIT DOWN, JEFFRIES.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
Hey, listen.
Listen up and listen carefully.
I've been to one of their meetings.
It was above a convenience store.
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
WHOSE MEETING?
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
JEFFRIES, YOU'VE BEEN GONE DAMN NEAR TWO YEARS.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
It was a dream.
We live inside a dream.
And it's raining Post Toasties.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
Hell, God, baby, damn, no!
I found something in Seattle at Judy's.
And then There They Were.
And They sat quietly for hours.
And I followed.
Oh.
Ring.
The Ring.
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
ALBERT, I'LL TAKE THAT SECOND MINERAL WATER.
PHILLIP, LET'S CALM DOWN HERE, AND GET ALL THIS INTERESTING STORY ON PAPER.
HELLO? HELLO?
HELLO? GIVE ME SOME GOOD NEWS.
COOPER, THE DEVICE HAS GONE FAULTY.
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?
MAYDAY. MAYDAY.
Special Agent PHILLIP JEFFRIES
/David Bowie's FictionSuit :
May.
(Head resting on Cole's desk, momentarily lucid, he is able to focus on the desk calendar)
February - 1989 ?!?
(There is a sound in the room like a man-sized vaccuum bubble forming and then being rapidly filled with the surrounding air)
GORDON COLE/DAVID LYNCH'S FICTION-SUIT :
WHAT, AM I ALONE IN HERE?
HE'S GONE.
[ Meanwhile, on a hotel staircase in Buenas Aires - Date, Unknown ]
(In a bright flash, Phillip Jefferies reappears, screaming, from Pure Air, leaving a large electical scorch-mark on the wall behind him)
Bellhop :
What?
What?
Oh, Mr. Jeffries.
Oh, the shit, it come out of my ass.
Santa Maria, where did you go?
And when....
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