Sunday 10 September 2017

The Ride, in fact, is Made Up of Denial






"Today, a Young Man on acid realised that :

  • All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. 
  • That we are all OneConsciousness, experiencing itself subjectively
  • There is no such thing as 'Death', Life is only a Dream and We're The Imagination of Our Selves." 



"Here's Tom with the weather." 



"Wow! Did you see the fuckin news!" By the way that thing I just did about matter is energy condensed to a slow vibration, we are all one conssciousness experiencing itself subjectively, and dadada, that thing I just did? 



Einstein proved that...! 
[Cosmic Manic Joker Laugh]

Not Complete, Even Though Correct.




 It's called Quantum Physics. 


Anyway I was tripping one day with Al, which was really weird, 'cos he's dead.



 And I said 'Al do you notice the walls are fuckin breathing right now?'



"Bill I noticed the same thing, I've got to jot some numbers down real quick, I just had a fuckin idea" 



"I saw your head light up like a fuckin bulb Al, this is unbelievable. 


Its called Quantum Physics
its called The 20th Century... 
We'll get there one day. "



You've been fantastic and I hope you enjoyed it.




 There is a point - is there a point to all of this...? 

Let's find a point. 

Is there a point to my act? 

I would say there is. 
I have to.



The World is like a Ride at an amusement park. 
And when you choose to go on it, you think that it's Real because that's how powerful our minds are. 


[Audience member shouts 'bollocks'

There is a lot denial in this ride, 
The Ride, in fact, is made up of Denial.

"All things work in Goatboys favour". 


The World is like a ride at an amusement park. It goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. 

Some people have been on The Ride for a long time and they begin to question, 
"Is this Real, or is this Just a Ride?" 

And Other People have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 
"Hey - don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, 
This is Just a Ride..." 

And We... 
Kill those people. 

Ha ha !!

"Shut him up!" 


"We have a lot invested in this ride! 
Shut him up! 

Look at my furrows of worry. 

Look at my big bank account and my family. 

This just has to be real." 


Just a ride. 



But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok?


Jesus : 
Murdered


Martin Luther King :
Murdered

Malcolm X :
Murdered

Gandhi :
Murdered

John Lennon :
Murdered

Reagan : 
Wounded.



But it doesn't matter because


It's Just a Ride. 

And we can change it anytime we want. 


It's only a choice
No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. 

A choice, right now, between Fear and Love.

The Eyes of Fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. 

The Eyes of Love, instead, see All of Us as one

Here's what we can do to change The World, right now, to a Better Ride :


Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating The Poor of The World, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore Space, together, both inner and outer, Forever, in Peace. 

Thank you very much, you've been great. 
[Applause

I hope you enjoyed it. 

London, you were fantastic, thank you, thank you very much. 

[bow] [bow

[three shots ring out - Bill crumples to the ground


So we then move on you see to another possible response, not repentance, but that of resignation :

"I quit The Game, I won't play it." 


There are all sorts of ways of doing this but basically this is an aristocratic posture


"You ordinary mortals with all your Desires, and all your Involvements are deluded - You Get attached to Things.


But there are a certain minority of Us, Who are above it all. 


And since We've resigned We're not going to follow This now. " 


This as I say is an artistocratic, [be aware]  that it may be aristocratic in two ways : There's the aristocracy of the Hindu Sannyasi the people outside and above caste and there's also the aristocracy of the actual aristocrat - I get so mixed up with my British and American pronunciation on this - but 

The Aristocrat who comes on with the position of always being bored, who has complete sangfreud who is imperturbable 


Kaiser Ling's study of this mentality is marvelous in his book of Europe the essay on Hungary portrays the rightly he calls the grand signeur. 

He always identified himself as a type disrobe the grand familia cannot be saved,  who could always be always rise to the occasion under any social circumstances whatsoever, without trying to do so or without apparently trying to do so.

In other words if he goes to the Opera wearing blue jeans he will somehow make it apparent that everybody else is improperly dressed.

This is a very interesting type of person you know there was an essay written by someone whose name I can't remember in the Centennial Review which contrasted the Attitude to Time of the
aristocracy, the bourgeoisie and the proletariat

It said The Aristocrat lives in The Past because his ancient forbears have achieved everything and his very by the fact of his birth in his existence he has nothing to strive for and he somehow I never need overdo it - he's always cool.




The Bourgeois on the other hand feels that it's necessary to arrive 
and he's always striving for The Future

Whereas the aristocrat lives in  The Past, on the other hand, 
The Proletarian lives in The Present because he doesn't care about his reputation, and he just lives.


And so of the three bourgeois The Sucker 

because the formula is always cheated because, well, it's going to come someday, see, you're going to get it - even your money when you pull it out of your pocket,  there says on it 

"Promise to Pay" 

- watch out for that!

It's poverty and the bourgeoisie use the news on from the whole the whole economy is the United States being the great bourgeois country is in a state of expectancy of feeling happy, not on what you have but on what is going to come 

The Aristocrat is happy on what has happened, these great achievements of the past mean there's nothing left to do except sort of glory in it.

The Proletarian wants it right now, see and they often get it; 



About the poor bourgeois, my uncle once said 

The Poor have it given them 

The Rich have it anyway so 

The Middle Classes do without


So both the aristocrats and the sannyasi have resigned.




Now, the more interesting of the two types is Acosta Sonia who resigns from The World Game, let me review for you the role of the sannyasin in Indian culture you know there are four castes because the priests or Brahmins the caste of warriors and rulers called Kshatriya the caste of merchants called Vasia and the caste of workers called Shudra 

And to belong to a caste means that you are in  the state called grihastha, which is householder that is to say you are One Who is Involved in The World, you are engaged in what is called loca Sandra and loca means The WellSandra, upholding, upholding the going on of The Great Illusion and so you are playing for money for position for status, for success and hoping above all that you could win - You can beat The Game.

But it's supposed in the same culture that every man who attains the age of 45 or so, who has now a grown son to take over his work, will quit the game, will resign and so, when you come to be at age you're supposed to move from the state of grihastha, householder to vanaprastha which means forest dweller.

You give away all your possessions to your son, you change your name, you take off your clothes and go more or less naked, because you have abandoned status.

So in spite of the fact that he has no status, he is however respected in the culture for being an upper outcast, whereas the Aborigines of the Indian Peninsula are Untouchables, the lower outcast and the upper outcast always mimics the lower.

For example Buddha had his disciple wear ochre robes because ochre robes were worn by convicts. 

So in the same way if today, in San Quentin, they all wear blue jeans with special kind pants and a kind of a blue denim jacket and this could well become the uniform of a new kind of sannyasi in the
Western world and to some extent this is happening.

So this guy says 
"The Game is not worth the cap, 
the richer I get, the more miserable I get"

You know how this is, you think that your problems may be monitored and you get more money.

What do you do then we've got enough money, you start worrying about your health and you can never never stop worrying about that 

Or if you're not worried about your health you worry about politics, if somebody's going to take your money away from you, worried about taxes, about Who's Cheating You.

And so a person who goes through all that he's finally 


"I don't think The Game's worth it, I'm going to resign."



And so resignation or renunciation the difference from repentance it hasn't it hasn't got the same kind of passion in the resolve that the repentant person feels he's wrong who made a mistake has committed sin and wants to get better about the renounce first didn't concerns of that country he knows that better progress whether moral or material is an illusion and you have to understand this when you approach for example the study of Buddhism I think one of the most withering remarks I ever heard, from an oriental, he was Japanese he said once he was 

"Never forget that whereas Jesus was the Son of a Carpenter, Buddha was the son of a King" 

You know Wow! Take that! 

And it's choose it is something always about about that this is not the this is easy to see which Christianity historically was the protest of the slave class again if the Roman, establishment Buddhism was different it was the abandonment of position by an aristocracy  - That We've done it We've seen it all we've had it so now we check out and we will be therefore we will resign from all games and if you follow this attitude to an extreme you're going to make because it all goes to the center the same discovery that is made by the person who follows repentance to an extreme.


Just as The Repentant Person discovers that his contrition is phoney the person who tries to resign will discover that he can't, that 

There is no way of not playing games 

Let's go a little bit then into this Game Theory there are a lot of games that we play and not only the game of 
Can I get One Up on The Universe,  of Pretending That I'm me This Ego, With Its
Name and Its Role, The Man

but also we have what I call meta-games, for example the game 

My Games Better Than Your Game,

or the game 

"I Won't Play With You Because Your Game is Vulgar, Stupid, Banal, Inferior or Whatever." 

One of the most, therefore, effective games in saying My Game is Better Than Your Game is that 

I'm Not Playing Games At All.

You are now at the lowest level we find that in the form of :

You're Not Sincere, I am sincere 

You are Fooling, I'm not Fooling You and Being Honest with You 



Now, that's a great game and of resignation is a form of it as to say you are children claim with toys and you haven't ever really woken up to the important concerns of life you haven't reached the dimension of ultimate sincerity all, that is to say Ultimate Reality, and in order to reach it you have to 

Resign from Distractions 

You hear a great deal in the literature about meditation of getting rid of distractions wandering for well I you might ask when you think about all that what are wandering for what are wrong for what shouldn't I be doing with my mind, well they all say actually every day you think about this and then you think about that in your thoughts run on in an undisciplined way from one association to another and you can't keep your mind fully on the job or whatever so you see, you're supposed to announce that because that's True Reality all those wandering thoughts they're not about the
importance now what's important what should you keep your mind on well, something just as long as you keep your mind on.

In an instruction one of the Buddhist scriptures says about concentration, when they concentrate on a yellow square on the ground, on the burning tip of an incense stick, on your navel, on the tip of your nose on the, center between the eyes, or anything.

And then the footnote the commentator adds 
"But not on any wicked thing." 

As you know that commentators the world over, they never have any [sense of humour].

So anything will do just so long as you keep your mind on it, and don't wander, stick to it, so wandering is involvement in games,
by this kind of definition, so then you try to get out can you now get out can you stop competing with other human beings 

In ancient Greek society there was a place in the center of the community called the argon AG om and this was a place for contests where they had wrestling matches and other athletic events because all the men were constantly trying to show who was the
better and from this were the agonyax which means these the contest itself held in the argon we get our word agony, the struggle and striving to be superior and a lot of people that you meet among you,  you will recognize this among your friends all the time are not happy unless they are involved in the contest it doesn't matter what it is, so long as they're trying to beat something they're  happy 

And you may say over everything :
"You know can't we just sit around and talk instead of having to play a game, or bet or do something to prove who's the stronger...?" 

I was married to a girl who never was happy unless she was engaged in some kind of combat, when of course I had a game, it didn't look like one,  and so it was a very superior game just because it didn't look like one,  but it was a form of the game, my games that renews so you can't really not-play, you may go through the motions of not playing, but you still are. 



It's Old High Gallifreyan for 'Shadow'




VALEYARD: 
You have your Guardian and I have mine. 
You and I are on the same quest, Doctor, but whereas you have been scavenging across space and time, I have located the sixth piece here. 

DOCTOR: 

Oh. 

VALEYARD: 

Your are Inferior, just as your powers are Inferior. 
Once we have the Key to Time, we shall set not two small planets but the two halves of the entire cosmos at war, and their mutual destruction will be music in our ears. 

Unlike Others, it is not Power We seek, but Destruction that We Glory in. 

Fetch The Key. 

DOCTOR: 
Very well. 



DOCTOR [on screen]: 
Not like those innocents back on Atrios, you know. 
Time Lords sent by the Guardian to recover the Key to Time. 

VALEYARD: 
I know Who You Are, Doctor.

I have always known. 

(An image of Shadow's face fills the tunnel.

VALEYARD : 

I have been waiting for you. 
I, too, serve a Guardian. 
A Guardian equal and opposite in power to the one who sent you. 
The Black Guardian, 
He Who Walks in Darkness, 
and you are in 
The Valley of The Shadow. 

DOCTOR: 
No, no, no! No!

(The Doctor appears to fall down a hole.)



[Shadow's lair]

K9 [on screen]: 
The Doctor is captured, Master.

VALEYARD: 
You see, Princess, 
You Cannot Escape Your Destiny. 

ASTRA: 
My Destiny. 

VALEYARD: 
It is for this that you were born. 

The Sixth Child of The Sixth Generation of The Sixth Dynasty of Atrios. 

Born to be The Sixth and Final Segment of the Key to Time. 

Come, Princess, prepare yourself. 

ASTRA: 
I am ready. 

(Astra reaches for the tracer, and turns into the segment.) 

VALEYARD: 
Ah! 

MERAK: 
Astra! 

(K9 blasts through the wall, disrupting the Shadow's ecstasy.

VALEYARD: 
What is this? 
 
K9: 
Apologies, Master. 
 
VALEYARD: 
You Mechanical Idiot. 
 
K9: 
But there is An Intruder here. 
 
 
VALEYARD: 
I ordered her to eliminate him. 
 
K9: 
It shall be done. 
 
VALEYARD: 
Wait. Where is The Doctor? 
 
(K9 trundles past the Key and turns to face The Shadow.) 
 
K9: 
Ahem. The Doctor and Drax have been eliminated. 
 
VALEYARD: 
Good. Then these two shall stay and witness my moment of glory, my apotheosis
 
K9: (sotto) 
Master. 
 
VALEYARD: Mine at last! 
 
(The Shadow reaches for the tracer.) 
 
K9: Now, Master. 
 
(A panel opens in K9's side, and the Doctor and Drax jump out.) 
 
ROMANA: 
No, you'll break the time loop! 
 
MERAK: 
Millions will die! 
 
VALEYARD: 
A small beginning. Bwahahahahaha! 
DOCTOR: 
The stabiliser, Drax, now! 
 
(Drax restores the Doctor to normal height, then himself. The Doctor pounces on the sixth segment.) 
 
VALEYARD: 
You interfering fool. No one can resist the power of darkness! 
(The Doctor shines the light of the Key into the Shadow's eyes, and he recoils.) 
DOCTOR: Quick, back to the Tardis! Quick!





ROMANA: 
Right, I'll set the coordinates for Gallifrey, shall I? 

DOCTOR: Why Gallifrey? 

ROMANA: 
Well, that's where we're going, isn't it? 

DOCTOR: 
We have the power to do anything we like. 
Absolute power over every particle in the universe. 
Everything that has ever existed or ever will exist. As from this moment are you listening to me, Romana? 

ROMANA: 
Yes, of course I'm listening. 

DOCTOR: 
Because if you're not listening I can make you listen, because I can do anything. 

(The Doctor rolls his eyes back like a maniac.) 

DOCTOR: 
As from this moment there's no such thing as free will in the entire universe. 
There's only my will, because I possess the Key to Time! 

ROMANA: 
Doctor, are you all right? 

DOCTOR: (normal) 
Well of course I'm all right. 
But supposing I wasn't all right. 
This thing makes me feel in such a way I'd be very worried if I felt like that about someone else feeling like this about that. 
Do you understand? 

ROMANA: 
Yes. 

DOCTOR: 
What do you understand?

ROMANA: 
That the sooner we hand this over to the White Guardian

BOTH: 
The better! 

(Dramatic organ chords, and the Guardian appears on the scanner, dressed in white.) 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
My congratulations to you, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: 
Oh, thank you, sir, thank you. 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
You performed your task with admirable dispatch. 

The Universe has much to thank you for. 

DOCTOR: 
Well, it was a pleasure, sir. Wasn't it a pleasure, Romana? 

ROMANA: 
Doctor, that's not the President. 

DOCTOR: 
What's the President got to do with it? 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
I can change my form or shape at will, my dear child. 
I appeared to you as the President so as not to alarm you. 

DOCTOR: 
Just be careful who you're talking to. 

ROMANA: Sorry, I -

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
You have the Key to Time, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: 
Ah. Oh, I have, I have indeed, sir. Do you like it? 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
Do I like it? Yes, yes, I suppose you could say that I like it. 

DOCTOR: 
Yes, we're very proud of it, sir. Aren't we, Romana, proud of it? 

ROMANA: 
What? Oh, yes, yes. 

DOCTOR: 
What happens now, sir? 
You said, if I remember in our first conversation, that once it was assembled it would stop the entire universe and enable you to restore the natural balances of good and evil throughout the whole of the universe. 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
That is correct, Doctor. 
So, will you release the Key to me that I may do this? 

DOCTOR: 
Certainly, sir, yes, certainly, of course. 
Key to Time, I command you... 
Could I ask you something, sir? 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
Yes, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: 
It's just that, well, the Key is already assembled, sir. 
I mean, couldn't you restore the balances now? 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
Yes, Doctor, but I must have the Key for safe keeping. It is an awesomely powerful key. 

DOCTOR: 
Oh yes, sir, yes, and mustn't be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. I quite understand, sir, yes. 

Key to Time, I command. What about the sixth segment? 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
What about it, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: 
Well, I mean, as you know, sir, the sixth segment was in fact a human being, and I mean, if the pieces are maintained in their present pattern it means that she'll be imprisoned forever, sir. 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
That is, of course, regrettable. 

DOCTOR: 
Very regrettable. 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
But with the fate of the universe at stake. 

DOCTOR: 
Quite. You can't be too careful. 
I quite understand. 
Key to Time, I command that you stay exactly where you are! 

(The Doctor hits a TARDIS control.) 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
Doctor! You have fully activated all the TARDIS' defences! 

DOCTOR: 
We can't be too careful, can we? 
And it would be a terrible tragedy for the universe if it suddenly turned out that I was colour blind. 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
Doctor, release the Key to me immediately! 

DOCTOR: 
Unable to distinguish between the White Guardian and the Black Guardian. 

ROMANA: 
Doctor, what do you mean? 

DOCTOR: 
Look. 

(The Guardian snarls and turns into a negative of its former image.) 

DOCTOR: 
Don't you see? The White Guardian would never have had such a callous disregard for human life. 

ROMANA: 

Of course. Astra, the sixth segment. 
He would have dispersed it immediately. 

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
Doctor, you shall die for this! 

DOCTOR: 
I think not. Remember, the Key to Time is still mine, rage all you like.

GUARDIAN [on scanner]: 
I shall destroy you for this! 
I will disperse every particle of your being to the furthest reaches of eternity! 

DOCTOR: 
Ah well, I wish I could stay and watch you try, but you know how it is. 
Places to go, people to see, things to do. Romana? 

ROMANA: 
Yes?

DOCTOR: 
When I give the signal 

ROMANA: 
Yes? 

(The Doctor reaches for The tracer.) 

DOCTOR: 
Dematerialise. 

(He takes the tracer from The Key.) 

DOCTOR: 
Now! 

(And snaps the tracer in two. The first five pieces of the Key hurtle off into time and space, and the sixth becomes Astra again.)



DOCTOR: 
You see? I think of everything. 

ROMANA: 
Doctor? 

DOCTOR: 
Hmm? 

ROMANA: 
What exactly have you done with the Key to Time? 

DOCTOR: 
Key to Time? 
Oh, well, I just scattered it round through Space and Time. 

ROMANA: 
I see. So where are we going? 

DOCTOR: 
Going? I don't know. 

ROMANA: 
You have absolutely no sense of responsibility whatsoever. 

DOCTOR: 
What? 

ROMANA: 
You're capricious, arrogant, self-opinionated, irrational 
and you don't even know where we're going. 

DOCTOR: 
Exactly. 

ROMANA: 
What? 

DOCTOR: 
Well, if I knew where I was going, 
there'd be a chance The Black Guardian would, too

ROMANA: Oh. 

DOCTOR: 
Hence this new device. 

ROMANA: 
What is it? 

DOCTOR: 
Well, it's called a randomiser and it's fitted to the guidance system and operates under a very complex scientific principle called pot luck. 

(The Doctor sets The TARDIS going.) 

DOCTOR: 
Now no one knows where we're going. Not even the Black Guardian. 

ROMANA: 
Not even us.