Johnny P. Orion

Ryan Enterprises / Ryan Entertainment is the studio producing 'The Sylvia North Story', 
The Film within a Dream within a Film 
[within a Dream] 
in Mulholland Drive.

O'Ryan means 'The Son of Ryan' 

Orion, The Hunter - the only mortal man etched into the The Heavens in stars -  is esoterocally coterminous with 
Adonis, The Fatherless Self-Concieving 
Divine-Royal God-Man-King 
of Shakespeare's   

Venus and Adonis -

119

911

I just wanted to come here.

To Winkie's?
 

This Winkie's.
 

Okay.
 

Why this Winkie's?

It's kind of embarrassing...
 

Go ahead.
 

I had a dream about this place.
 

Oh boy.
 

You see what I mean?
 

Okay, so you had a dream about this place.
Tell me.
 

Well... it's the second one I've had...
But they are both The Same...

They start out that I'm in here but...
 

It's not day or night.
It's kinda half night, you know?

[ Twilight / An Eclipse ]

But it looks just like this... Except for the light.
And I'm scared like I can't tell ya.
Of all people, you're standing right over there...

By that counter.
 

You're in both dreams. 

And you're scared.
I get even more frightened when I see how afraid you are and...

Then I realize what it is.
There's a man... 

[Who isn't a man - it's Diane, The Wicked Witch of The East ]

in back of this place.
 

He's The One Who's Doing It.

[ She is The Dreamer. ]

 
I can see him through The Wall.

[ Veil ]

 
I can see his face...
I hope that I never see that face ever... outside of The Dream.
 

That's it.
 

So... you came to see if he's out there.
 

To get rid of this god-awful feeling.
 

Right then.



Lula/Laura :
That woman's laugh creeps me out.
Like something I've heard before.
Sounded like the Wicked Witch.

Sailor :
Just sounded like an old gal having a good time to me.




Lula/Laura :

 Did you ever think something... you can hear a wind... 

and see the Wicked Witch of the East come flyin' in?

Burden

I respect The Law just fine, I'm just not in awe... I'm not even encumbered by it. 

If The Great State of Illinois can't meet its Burden of Proof -

if I walk, with a guilty client, 

It's on YOU! 



You are... The Soul of The Age...

Undeniable perfection that plagues my soul. 

So, Why IS She a Princess, Exactly...?

51   EXT DAGOBAH SWAMP - X-WING 

Luke wanders back to where his ship is sitting. Artoo beeps a greeting, 
but is ignored by his depressed master. Luke kneels down, begins to 
help Artoo with the ship, then stops and shakes his head dejectedly.

LUKE
I can't do it, Artoo. I can't go on alone.

BEN  (OS)
Yoda will always be with you.

Luke looks up to see the shimmering image of BEN KENOBI.

LUKE
Obi-Wan! Why didn't you tell me?

The ghost of Ben Kenobi approaches him through the swamp.

LUKE
You told me Vader betrayed and murdered my father.

BEN
You father was seduced by the dark side of the Force. He ceased to be 
Anakin Skywalker and became Darth Vader. When that happened, the good man who was your 
father was destroyed. So what I have told you was true... from a 
certain point of view.

LUKE  (turning away, derisive)
A certain point of view!

BEN
Luke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend 
greatly on our own point of view.

Luke is unresponsive. Ben studies him in silence for a moment.

BEN
I don't blame you for being angry. If I was wrong in what I did, it 
certainly wouldn't have been for the first time. You see, what happened 
to your father was my fault.

Ben pauses sadly.

BEN
Anakin was a good friend.

Luke turns with interest at this. As Ben speaks, Luke settles on a 
stump, mesmerized. Artoo comes over to offer his comforting presence.

BEN
When I first knew him, your father was already a great pilot. But I was 
amazed how strongly the Force was with him. I took it upon myself to 
train him as a Jedi. I thought that I could instruct him just as well 
as Yoda. I was wrong. My pride has had terrible consequences for the 
galaxy.

Luke is entranced.

LUKE
There's still good in him.

BEN
I also thought he could be turned back to the good side. It couldn't be 
done. He is more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.

LUKE
I can't do it, Ben.

BEN
You cannot escape your destiny.

LUKE
I tried to stop him once. I couldn't do it.

BEN
Vader humbled you when first you met him, Luke... but that experience 
was part of your training. It taught you, among other things, the value 
of patience. Had you not been so impatient to defeat Vader then, you 
could have finished your training here with Yoda. You would have been 
prepared.

LUKE
But I had to help my friends.

BEN  (grinning at Luke's indignation)
And did you help them? It was they who had to save you. You achieved 
little by rushing back prematurely, I fear.

LUKE  (with sadness)
I found out Darth Vader was my father.

BEN
To be a Jedi, Luke, you must confront and then go beyond the dark side 
- the side your father couldn't get past. Impatience is the easiest 
door - for you, like your father. Only, your father was seduced by what 
he found on the other side of the door, and you have held firm. You're 
no longer so reckless now, Luke. You are strong and patient. And now, 
you must face Darth Vader again!

LUKE
I can't kill my own father.

BEN
Then the Emperor has already won. You were our only hope.

LUKE
Yoda spoke of another.

BEN
The other he spoke of is your twin sister.

LUKE
But I have no sister.

BEN
Hmm. 



 

To protect you both from the Emperor, you were hidden from your 
father when you were born. The Emperor knew, as I did, if Anakin were 
to have any offspring, they would be a threat to him. That is the 
reason why your sister remains safely anonymous.

LUKE
Leia! Leia's my sister.

BEN
Your insight serves you well. Bury your feelings deep down, Luke. They 
do you credit.

But they could be made to serve the Emperor.

Luke looks into the distance, trying to comprehend all this.

BEN  (continuing his narrative)
When your father left, he didn't know your mother was pregnant [with twins]. Your 
mother and I knew he would find out eventually, but we wanted to keep 
you both as safe as possible, for as long as possible.  So I took you 
to live with [Anakin's estranged Step-]brother Owen on Tatooine... and your mother took Leia 
to live as the daughter of Senator Organa, on Alderaan.

Luke turns, and settles near Ben to hear the tale.

BEN  (attempting to give solace with his words)
The Organa household was high-born and politically quite powerful in 
that system. Leia became a princess by virtue of lineage... no one knew 
she'd been adopted, of course. But it was a title without real power, 
since Alderaan had long been a democracy. 

Even so, the family continued to be politically powerful, and Leia, following in her foster 
father's path, became a senator as well.  That's not all she became, of 
course... she became the leader of her cell in the Alliance against the 
corrupt Empire. And because she had diplomatic immunity, she was a 
vital link for getting information to the Rebel cause.  That's what she 
was doing when her path crossed yours... for her foster parents had 
always told her to contact me on Tatooine, if her troubles became 
desperate.



Luke is overwhelmed by the truth, and is suddenly protective of his 
sister.

LUKE
But you can't let her get involved now, Ben. Vader will destroy her.

BEN
She hasn't been trained in the ways of the Jedi the way you have, 
Luke... but the Force is strong with her, as it is with all of your 
family. There is no avoiding the battle. You must face and destroy 
Vader!

Master Luke, People Will Scrap You,

Violate Your Mind and Enslave You.

Every one of them’s Bad — You were right, R2.

"There are Two Reasons Things Fall Apart." - Jordan Peterson

1) The Best lack all conviction. 

2) The Worst are full of passionate intensity.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre  
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere  
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst  
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.  
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out  
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert  
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,  
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,  
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it  
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  
The darkness drops again; but now I know  
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,  
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,  
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

A Midsummer Night's Serious Sex Crime Unit - The Quantum Sexual Politics of Farie in The OtherWorld

" The Celts didn't mind dying too much. 
After All, they believed that when you left This Life, you woke the 'OtherWorld'

The thing is you could also die in the OtherWorld... then you were reborn into This World. 

Then you die and go to the OtherWorld, then you're reborn,
Then you die....


Not quite  right -- but mostly-basically  , the Cosmology being described here is accurate, save in one respect --

We find the same tradition, here : 

T'Challa: 
In My Culture, 
Death is not The End. 

It's more of a stepping off point. 

You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, 
they lead you into The Green Veldt where... you can run forever.


Natasha Romanoff: 
That sounds very peaceful. 

T'Challa: 
My Father thought so. 
I am not my father. 

Natasha Romanoff: 
T'Challa, Task Force will decide who brings in Barnes. 

T'Challa: 
Don't bother, Ms. Romanoff. I'll kill him myself.

Louise Marcus: 

Okay, now let me just see if I can get this straight -

You come from another [ Quantum Reality ], 

and you're mortal There, but you're immortal Here.

Until you kill all the guys from There who have come Here.

And then you're mortal Here. .

..unless you go back There.

Or, some more guys from There came Here --

In which case you become immortal Here.

..again.

Conner MacLeod: 

Something like that.

When You Die Here, 

You Become Immortal There.

ALL SPIRIT BEINGS ARE VIRGINS -
Darkness is the Creation of Light, Therefore Light Cannot be corrupted by Darkness.

Therefore, when Oberon roofies his wife, and tricks Queen Titania into having beastial sex with a donkey-man, it is merely embarassing (to her), and teaches her a lesson.

Creatures of Flesh, however, have Free Will.

Philip Gerard :
Please give me my medicine.
I can feel the change.

Dale Cooper :
What change?

The drug found in his possession contains trace elements usually found in Haloperidol.

Do you suffer from schizophrenia?
Multiple personalities?

It's too late.


You know this man, don't you? 

Why'd you lie when I questioned you?

It wasn't me.
Don't you understand?

Give him the drug, chief.

Not yet.
If we give him the drug, Coop, you'll never see the other side.


Give him the medicine.


No.

MIKE :
There is no need for medicine.
I am not in pain.

Who are you?
 

MIKE :
My name is MIKE.


What are you?

MIKE :

 I am an inhabiting spirit.

Who is Philip Gerard?

MIKE :

 He is host to me.

You spoke to me in my dream about Bob.

He was my familiar.

Where does Bob come from?

That cannot be revealed.

What does Bob want?

MIKE :

 He is BOB! Eager for fun!
He wears a smile! Everybody run...

 
Do you understand the parasite? 

It attaches itself to a life form and feeds.


BOB requires a human host.

MIKE :

 He feeds on fear.... and The Pleasures.
They are his children.

I am similar to BOB.
We once were partners.

Through the darkness of future past

Through the Darkness of Future Past 

The magician longs to see - 

The magician longs to see  -

One chants out between Two Worlds 

Fire Walk with Me

MIKE :

 But then I saw The Face of God and was purified.
I took off the arm.
But remained close to this vessel.
Inhabiting from time to time for one single purpose.


To find Bob.

MIKE :

 To STOP him.
This is his true face.
But few can see it.
The Gifted.... and The Damned.

Is Bob near us now?

MIKE :

 For nearly 40 years.


Where?

MIKE :

 A large house made of wood.
Surrounded by trees.
The house is filled with many rooms, each alike.
But occupied by different souls.
Night after night.


The Great Northern Hotel!

Unto

There is only one way to fix The Holes -

We Must find a DREAMER





YOUNG MAN! -


Don't Knock Your Self Out

The Prisoner(2009) AMC Clip [smoking] Episode 5: Schizoid

 

    

The Architect: 
Hello, Neo.
    

Neo: 
Who are you?
    

The Architect: 
I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. 

I have been waiting for you. 

You have many questions and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. 

Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, some of them you will not. 

Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, it is also the most irrelevant.
    

Neo: 
Why am I here?
    

The Architect: 

Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. 

6

 You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. 

While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control, which has led you, inexorably, here.
    

Neo: 

You haven't answered my question.
    
The Architect: 

Quite right. 
...Interesting, that was quicker than the others.
    
Neo Monitors: 

Others? 
What others? 
How many? 
Answer me.
    

The Architect: 
The Matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.
 
    Neo Monitors: 
Five ones before me? 
Bullshit. 
Liar!
    
Neo: 
There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me...
…or no one knows.
    
The Architect: 
Precisely. 
As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.

    
Neo Monitors: 
You can't control me! 
I'm going to smash you into fucking bits! 
FUCKING DEAD! I'll fucking kill you! 
I can say whatever I want! 
You can't make me do that! 
You old, white, prick!
    
Neo: 
… Choice. 
The problem is choice.

    The Architect: 
The first Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect; it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. 

A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. 

The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. 

Thus I redesigned it, based on your history, to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. 

However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. 

Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another: an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. 

If I am The Father of The Matrix, she would undoubtedly be its Mother.   

 Neo: 
The Oracle.

    The Architect: 
Please. 

As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near-unconscious level. 

While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise-contradictory systemic anomaly that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. 

Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.
    
Neo: 
This is about Zion.

    The Architect: 
You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed, its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
    

Neo: 
Bullshit. 
[The monitors have the same response, but in anger]
    
The Architect: 
Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. 
But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.

    The Architect: 
The function of the One is now to return to the Source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the Prime program, after which you will be required to select from the Matrix 

23 individuals - 
16 female, 7 male 

- to rebuild Zion. 
Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash, killing everyone connected to the Matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.
    

Neo: 
You won't let it happen. You can't. 
You need human beings to survive.
    
The Architect: 
There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. 
 However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.

    
Neo: 
[pauses to consider]
    
The Architect: 
It is interesting reading your reactions. 

Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species for facilitating the function of The One. 

While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific - vis-à-vis...love.
    

Neo: 

Trinity.

    
The Architect: 
Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.

   
 Neo: 
No.

    
The Architect: 
Which brings us, at last, to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed and the anomaly revealed as both beginning and end. 

There are two doors. 

The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. 

The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. 

As you adequately put, the problem is choice. 

But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? 

Already I can see the chain reaction. 

The chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. 

An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple and obvious Truth: 
she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.  

[Neo walks to the door on the left; the Architect sniffs]  

Hope. 

It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.
 
    
Neo: 
If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.
    

The Architect: [matter-of-factly] 
We won't.

Michael Burn 'em

The Prophet Sarek :
I must return to Vulcan.
There are evolving details to the plan that must be considered.

Michael :
What evolving details? 

The Prophet Sarek :
I sense you are uneasy.

 

During my mind-meld with Saru, 

I learned of your attachment 

to the Klingon spy and what he did to you.

 

Such events are clearly troubling.

Michael :
 I'm fine, Sarek.
 

The Prophet Sarek :

I remain, unconvinced.

There is irony here, of course.
The man you fell in love with was a Klingon.
 

Michael :

He - I don't know what he was.
 

The Prophet Sarek :

There is also grace.
[ This, coming from you?! ]
 

For what greater source of Peace exists 

than our ability to Love Our Enemy? 

Michael, Burn 'em :

I've made foolish choices.
Emotional choices.

The Prophet Sarek :

Well, you are human.
As is Your Mother.

 
There is no telling what any one of us may do 

where The Heart is concerned.

We are at War.
Logic dictates that each farewell 

may be Our Last.
 

Do not regret loving someone, Michael.

Admiral Cornwell requested a status report.
This is the last of the mycelial transport vessels.
We will be able to launch by the time we reach Veda.
 

Michael :

I just said good-bye to my father, and it felt... different.
Final. It won't be, right? 

Did you ever think, when you signed up for Starfleet, 

that you'd be forced to see War and Death? 

Death found me when I was a child.
So, yeah. I knew what I was getting into.

I don't think I did.
Not really.
Does that make me naive? 

It makes you optimistic.

When we were in the Terran universe, 

I was reminded how much a person is shaped by their environment.
 

And I think the only way that we can stop ourselves from becoming them is to 

understand The Darkness within us, 

and fight it.

 
Tyler needs you.

 

Michael :
I'm told he's doing well.

That's not possible, 

not when you've lost the person - 

you care about the most.

Michael :

He killed a Starfleet officer.
And he - he tried to kill me.

And those crimes are reprehensible, 

but Tyler is not the person who did that, 

at least he's he's not anymore.

He is something other, someone new.

And what we do now, 

the way that we treat him, 

that is who he will become.
I know you still care about him.

I do.
That does not mean I should.

Michael, he's been stripped of his badge.
He'll never fly for Starfleet again.
He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up 

in a lab or a cell.
What kind of future can he have? 

Say what you have to say, 

even if it's good-bye.




Earth, Andor, Tellar, Vulcan.
Every planet of the Federation has made the odyssey out of darkness into light.
So too have the Klingons.
 

The war is over.
There were triumphs.
Victories of spirit.
Courage beyond reason.
 

But make no mistake.
These were bleak times.
Times we cannot repeat.
Times we cannot forget.

 

 
Isik for your thoughts.

 

 
What’s an isik, anyway? 

 

Oh, I don’t know.
It’s something my mother used to say to me.
 

 

Thank you for coming.
I’m glad to see you.
Is everything okay? When I was growing up, you told me not to forget my humanity.
I didn’t know what that meant.
I didn’t how to do it, I didn’t know why I would even want to.
I get it now.
So thank you.
For not giving up on me.
That’s What Mothers Do.
Michael.
Father.
 

SAREK:

What the Federation chose to do on Qo’noS 

was unprincipled, and I had a part in it.
 

Michael :

The Klingons made it clear they would fight us to extinction.
You were desperate to save us.
I know the feeling all too well.

 

 Sarek :
And yet, you were able to find another way.
I am not alone in finding your commitment to Starfleet'€™s ideals commendable.
 

I asked if I may give it to you.
Your record has been expunged, 

your pardon by the president of the Federation is official.
 

Commander Burnham.

 
The Federation is as grateful to you as I am to my daughter.
Your mother will stay in Paris for a few days.
I will travel with Discovery to Vulcan.
You are picking up your new captain there.
I'm glad we’ll be making that journey together.
 

Michael :

We are no longer on The Eve of Battle.
Even so, I come to ask myself the same question that young soldier asked the general all those years ago: 

 

"How do I defeat Fear?" 

 

The General'€™s Answer: 

The Only Way to Defeat Dear is to Tell it "No." 

 

No. We will not take shortcuts on the path to righteousness.
No. We will not break the rules that protect us from our basest instincts.
No. We will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.

 

I am guilty of all these things.

 
Some say that in life, there are no second chances.
Experience tells me that this is true.
But we can only look forward.

 
We have to be Torchbearers, 

casting The Light so we may see Our Path to lasting Peace.
 

We will continue exploring, 

Discovering New Worlds, New Civilizations.
 

Yes.
That is the United Federation of Planets.

The Tyrannical Father and The Terrible Mother

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

Your child is lost.

THE TYRANICAL FATHER: 

Do not confuse my ward with yours.

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

My daughter was a singular example of brilliance until one foolish choice doomed her world.
Sound familiar? 

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

If I understand correctly, my ward saw through the man who brought down not just your child, but your empire.
Perhaps best not to make comparisons.

Why have you requested my presence? 

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

You were summoned, Vulcan, for one reason.
I want to help you end this war.

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

The information you provided Michael has already proved valuable.

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

I told her as much as she could handle.
Our daughters are not so unlike after all.
In my world, Qo'noS is little more than a blackened mass of dust.
The Klingons fight for scraps and fear certain death.
But it took a great deal more than a mapping drone in a cave to get there.

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

You assured Michael that your plan would prove effective.
 

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

And it will, momentarily.

But they will regroup.
Their longing to destroy the symbol that is Earth runs far too deep.

What if I could show you how to bring them to their knees once and for all? 

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

The Federation does not subscribe to what I imagine are Terran methods of combat.

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

You face annihilation.
Is it not logical to do anything you can to save the lives of your kind? 

Give me what I want, and I can assure victory for the Federation.
 

THE TYRANICAL FATHER:

What are your terms? 

THE TERRIBLE MOTHER :

Freedom.

O, for a Muse of Fire..

O, for a Muse of Fire...

O for a Muse of Fire! That would ascend

The Brightest Heaven of Invention,

A Kingdom for a Stage, Princes to Act

And Monarchs to behold the Swelling Scene!

Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,

Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,

Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire

Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,

The flat unraised spirits that have dared

On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth

So great an object:

Can this cockpit hold

The vasty fields of France? or may we cram

Within this wooden O the very casques

That did affright the air at Agincourt?

O, pardon! since a crooked figure may

Attest in little place a million;

And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,

On your imaginary forces work.

Suppose within the girdle of these walls

Are now confined two mighty monarchies,

Whose high upreared and abutting fronts

The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder:

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts;

Into a thousand parts divide on man,

And make imaginary puissance;

Think when we talk of horses, that you see them

Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth;

For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,

Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,

Turning the accomplishment of many years

Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,

Admit me Chorus to this history;

Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,

Gently to hear, kindly to judge :

Our Play.