Tuesday 23 November 2021

The Walls of Jericho






Are You Sure about This...? 
Trusting Our Fate to a Boy we Hardly Know...?


The Force is unusually Strong with Him.

He can See Things 
before They Happen.

Will I Ever See You Again...?

What Does Your Heart Tell You?

He can Help You.
He was Meant to Help You.


Anakin! DROP!!


Our Lady
Where were we? 

 JERICHO
I may have to write all this down

 Our Lady
Once this is over, 
be My Guest. 

JERICHO
But why are They attacking My House? 
What do They want? 

 CLAIRE
I think... me

 Our Lady
Why would they want you, Claire? 

 CLAIRE
 Because I'm one of Them. Look. 

(The skin on her hands resembles stone.

 JERICHO
Miss Brown! 

 Our Lady
This isn't possible. 
How long have you been like this? 

 CLAIRE
Er, physically, just tonight. 
But I hallucinated I had Angel-wings, 
and there was dust coming out of my eye. 

There's An Angel within me, Doctor. 
I'm certain of it. 

 Our Lady
 You're a Percipient, A Seer
You had a premonition 
of An Angel in Your Mind 
and now it's living there. 

That which contains 
The Image of An Angel... 
is an Angel. 
It's taken hold

 CLAIRE
Oh, my. But it keeps 
coming and going. 

Her hands return to normal. 
The Angels are heading for the cellar door. 



 JERICHO
 You're saying that because she had A Premonition, A Vision, 
it's taken psychic root within her? 
A real, genuine psychic manifestation?

Our Lady
Eustacius Jericho, proper Scientist. 
Under siege from The Impossible, 
doesn't even stop to be scared. 

Just wants to understand what's 
beyond his comprehension. 
 
JERICHO
Oh, I've seen many things 
Beyond My comprehension, Doctor.
 
I was one of the first British soldiers 
into Belsen at the end of The War. 

If you think a few stone statues 
will destroy my equilibrium 
you are mistaken. 

What do you need me to do


 Our Lady
We need a lot of eyes 
on a lot of Weeping Angels. 

Claire, I need you to look 
inside Your Mind. 

If there's An Angel in there, 
I need to get it out. 

Will You give me permission 
to enter Your Mind? 

 CLAIRE
Will it hurt? 

 Our Lady
I'll be as gentle as I can. 

 CLAIRE
Okay.
 
 JERICHO
You're going to place yourself 
inside Miss Brown's Mind? 

 Our Lady
Yes. 

 JERICHO
Let me take the readings, please. 
Permit me to record it

 CLAIRE
You're supposed to be 
observing the Angels! 

 JERICHO
Well, I can still do that. 
The Machines will record any activity. 
Please. This is unprecedented
An Experiment that goes 
beyond anything before researched. There. 

 (He has put the head sets on the women.) 

 Our Lady
Contact.






Phoebe Spengler :
Two Millimetres of plastic EYE protection -- 
are you sure this is safe?


Mr. Grooberson, 
Teacher of Science 
"Safe"...?! *
*scoffs*

HISTORY, is "Safe". 
Geometry -- THAT'S "Safe".

SCIENCE, is all 
Particle Accelerators 
and Hydrogen BOMBS.

It's giving YOURSELF The Plague 
and GAMBLING on The Cure.

Phoebe Spengler :
(She Grins)  
Science is Reckless.

Mr. Grooberson, 
Teacher of Science : 
TOTALLY!! 

Yes! It's Punk Rock!

A Safety-Pin through 
The Nipple of Accademia.

Podcast :
(Deadpan)
Yeowch.

A Selection of Magick Techniques which Will offend The Reason of NO Materialist






A selection of magick techniques which will offend the reason of no materialist can be found in Laura Archera Huxley's You Are Not the Target (a powerful mantra, the title!), in Gestalt Therapy, by Peris, Heferline, and Goodman, and in Mind Games, by Masters and Houston.

All this, of course, is programming your own trip by manipulating appropriate clusters of word, sound, image, and emotional (prajna) energy. The aspect of magick which puzzles, perplexes, and provokes the modern mentality is that in which the operator programs somebody else's trip, acting at a distance. It is incredible and insulting, to this type of person, if one asserts that our Mr. Nkrumah Fubar could program a headache for the President of the United States. He might grant that such manipulating of energy is possible if the President was told about Mr. Fubar's spells, but he will not accept that it works just as well when the subject has no conscious knowledge of the curse.








The magical theory that 5 = 6 has no conviction for such a skeptic, and magicians have not yet proposed a better theory. The materialist then asserts that all cases where magic did appear to work under this handicap are illusions, delusions, hallucinations, "coincidences,"* misapprehensions, "luck," accident, or downright hoax.

* Look up the etymology of that word some time and see if it means anything.

He does not seem to realize that asserting this is equivalent to asserting that reality is, after all, thermoplastic— for he is admitting that many people live in a different reality than his own. Rather than leave him to grapple as best he can with this self-contradiction, we suggest that he consult Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain, by Ostrander and Schroder—especially Chapter 11, "From Animals to Cybernetics: The Search for a Theory of Psi." He might realize that when "matter" is fully understood, there is nothing a materialist need reject in magick action at a distance, which has been well explored by scientists committed to the rigid Marxist form of dialectical materialism.

Those who have kept alive the ancient traditions of magick, such as the Ordo Templi Orientalis, will realize that the essential secret is sexual (as Saul tries to explain in the Sixth Trip) and that more light can be found in the writings of Wilhelm Reich, M. D., than in the current Soviet research. But Dr. Reich was jailed as a quack by the U.S. Government, and we would not ask our readers to consider the possibility that the U.S. Government could ever be Wrong about anything.

Any psychoanalyst will guess at once the most probable symbolic meanings of the Rose and the Cross; but no psychologist engaged in psi research has applied this key to the deciphering of traditional magic texts. The earliest reference to freemasonry in English occurs in Andersen's "Muses Threnody," 1638:

For we be brethren of the Rosey Cross
We have the Mason Word and second sight

but no parapsychologist has followed up the obvious clue contained in this conjunction of the vaginal rose, the phallic cross, the word of invocation, and the phenomenon of thought projection. That the taboos against sexuality are still latent in our culture explains part of this blindness; fear of opening the door to the most insidious and subtle forms of paranoia is another part. (If the magick can work at a distance, the repressed thought goes, which of its is safe?) A close and objective study of the anti- LSD hysteria in America will shed further light on the mechanisms of avoidance here discussed.

Of course, there are further offenses and affronts to the rationalist in the deeper study of magick. We all know, for instance, that words are only arbitrary conventions with no intrinsic connection to the things they symbolize, yet magick involves the use of words in a manner that seems to imply that some such connection, or even identity, actually exists. The reader might analyze some powerful bits of language not generally considered magical, and he will find something of the key. For instance, the 2 + 3 pattern in "Hail Eris'/'All hail Discordia" is not unlike the 2 + 3 in "Holy Mary, Mother of God," or that in the "L.S./M.F.T." which once sold many cartons of cigarettes to our parents; and the 2 + 3 in Crowley's "Io Pan! Io Pan Pan!" is a relative of these. Thus, when a magician says that you must shout "Abrahadabra," and no other word, at the most intensely emotional moment in an invocation, he exaggerates; you may substitute other words; but you will abort the result if you depart too far from the five-beat pattern of "Abrahadabra."*


* A glance at the end of Appendix Beth will save the reader from misunderstanding the true tenor of these remarks.

But this brings us to the magical theory of reality.
Mahatma Guru Sri Paramahansa Shivaji* writes in Yoga for Yahoos:

* Aleister Crowley again, under another pen-name.

Let us consider a piece of cheese. We say that this has certain qualities, shape, structure, color, solidity, weight, taste, smell, consistency and the rest; but investigation has shown that this is all illusory. Where are these qualities? Not in the cheese, for different observers give quite different accounts of it. Not in ourselves, for we do not perceive them in the absence of the cheese . . .

What then are these qualities of which we are so sure? They would not exist without our brains; they would not exist without the cheese. They are the results of the union, that is of the Yoga, of the seer and seen, of subject and object ...

There is nothing here with which a modern physicist could quarrel; and this is the magical theory of the universe. The magician assumes that sensed reality - the panorama of impressions monitored by the senses and collated by the brain— is radically different from so-called objective reality.* About the latter "reality" we can only form speculations or theories which, if we are very careful and subtle, will not contradict either logic or the reports of the senses. This lack of contradiction is rare; some conflicts between theory and logic, or between theory and sense-data, are not discovered for centuries (for example, the wandering of Mercury away from the Newtonian calculation of its orbit). And even when achieved, lack of contradiction is proof only that the theory is not totally false. It is never, in any ease, proof that the theory is totally true—for an indefinite number of such theories can be constructed from the known data at any time. For instance, the geometries of Euclid, of Gauss and Reimann, of Lobachevski, and of Fuller all work well enough on the surface of the earth, and it not yet clear whether the Gauss-Reimann or the Fuller system works better in interstellar space.

*See the anthology Perception, edited by Robert Blake, Ph.D., and especially the chapter by psychologist Carl Rogers, which demonstrates that people's perceptions change while they are in psychotherapy. As William Blake noted, "The fool sees not the same tree that the wise man sees."

If we have this much freedom in choosing our theories about "objective reality," we have even more liberty in deciphering the "given" or transactional sensed reality. The ordinary person senses as he or she has been taught to sense —that is, as they have been programmed by their society. The magician is a self-programmer. Using invocation and evocation— which are functionally identical with self- conditioning, auto-suggestion, and hypnosis, as shown above— he or she edits or orchestrates sensed reality like an artist.*


* Everybody, of course, does this unconsciously; see the paragraph about the cheese.


The magician, doing it consciously, controls it.

This book, being part of the only serious conspiracy it describes— that is, part of Operation Mindfuck— has programmed the reader in ways that he or she will not understand for a period of months (or perhaps years). When that understanding is achieved, the real import of this appendix (and of the equation 5 = 6) will be clearer. Officials at Harvard thought Dr. Timothy Leary was joking when he warned that students should not be allowed to indiscriminately remove dangerous, habit-forming books from the library unless each student proves a definite need for each volume. (For instance, you have lost track of Joe Malik's mysterious dogs by now.) It is strange that one can make the clearest possible statements and yet be understood by many to have said the opposite.

The Rite of Shiva, as performed by Joe Malik during the SSS Black Mass, contains the central secret of all magick, very explicitly, yet most people can reread that section a dozen, or a hundred times, and never understand what the secret is. For instance, Miss Portinari was a typical Catholic girl in every way— except for an unusual tendency to take Catholicism seriously— until she began menstruating and performing spiritual meditations every day.* One morning, during her meditation period, she visualized the Sacred Heart of Jesus with unusual clarity; immediately another image, distinctly shocking to her, came to mind with equal vividness. She recounted this experience to her confessor the next Saturday, and he warned her, gravely, that meditation was not healthy for a young girl, unless she intended to take the oath of seclusion and enter a convent. She had no intention of doing that, but rebelliously (and guiltily) continued her meditations anyway. The disturbing second image persisted whenever she thought of the Sacred Heart; she began to suspect that this was sent by the Devil to distract her from meditation.

* These two signs of growth often appear at the same time, being DNA-triggered openings of the fourth neural circuit.

Monday 22 November 2021

New York City



MAYOR
What am I supposed to do

Go on Television and tell ten million people they have to be NICE to each other

Being Miserable
and Treating Other People like Dirt is 
every New Yorker's God-Given RIGHT.

Your two minutes are up. 
Good night, gentlemen.


At The Stroke of Midnight,
On New Year's Eve, 
of The Last Decade of The 20th Century --

America's LARGEST City, 
is about to PAY 
for The Nastiness of it's Inhabitants;

When That Day Comes --

When The SLIME, Starts to RIZE....

( The Ti-TANIC Just Arrived...!!)
[ Better Late Than Never... ]

When GHOSTS Start Arriving, 
by The Boatload --

There's Only ONE Thing to DO :

"Sometimes, SHIT Happens,
SOMEONE Has to 
Deal with It --
And Who Ya Gonna Call...?"








Season 3










KIRK
Scotty! Get me out of here! 

SCOTT [OC]: 
That was quick. 
There's quite a bit of surface interference, sir. 

KIRK
Scotty!

[Transporter room]

(Two Teenaxi have beamed up with Kirk. Security deal with them as Kirk walks away.) 

SECURITY
Get it off of me! 

KIRK
I ripped My Shirt again….

SCOTT
How'd it go?

[Corridor]
(Spock and McCoy come up behind Kirk. McCoy scans him.

SPOCK
Captain, did you manage to broker 
a treaty with the Teenaxi? 

KIRK
Er... let's just say I came up short
Will you log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you. 

(He throws Spock the artefact.) 

MCCOY
Jim, you look like crap. 

KIRK
Thank you, Bones. 

MCCOY
You got that little vein popping out of your temple again. You okay? 

KIRK
Never better! 
Just another day in the fleet.

Captain's log, Stardate 2263.2. 
Today is our 966th day in deep space, a little under three years into our five year mission. 

The more time we spend out here, the harder it is to tell where one day ends and the next one begins. 

It can be a challenge to feel grounded when even gravity is artificial. But, well, we do what we can to make it feel like Home. 

The crew, as always, continues to act admirably despite the rigours of our extended stay here in outer space. And the personal sacrifices they have made. 

We continue to search for new life forms in order to establish firm diplomatic ties. 

Our extended time in uncharted territory has stretched the ship's mechanical capacities but fortunately our engineering department, led by Mr Scott, is more than up to the job. 

The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics. Some experiences for the better, and some for the worse. 

As for me, things have started to feel a little… episodic

The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we're trying to accomplish. If the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach? 

The Enterprise is scheduled for a reprovisioning stop at Yorktown, the Federation's newest and most advanced starbase. Perhaps a break from routine will offer up some respite from the mysteries of The Unknown. 

[Kirk's quarters]

MCCOY
Sorry I'm late.
 Keenser's leaking some kind of highly acidic green goo, 
and Scotty's terrified he's gonna sneeze on the warp core and kill us all. 
What the hell are you drinking? 

KIRK
I'm pretty sure it's the rest 
of that Saurian brandy 
we picked up on Thasus. 

MCCOY
My God, man, 
are you trying to go blind? 
That stuff's illegal. 
Besides, I found this in Chekov's locker. 

(A 30 year old malt whisky.) 

MCCOY
Wow. Right? I mean, 
I always assumed he'd be….

KIRK
A vodka man. 

MCCOY
A vodka guy, exactly
I wanted to have something 
appropriate for your birthday. 

KIRK
That's in a couple days. 
You know I don't care about that. 

MCCOY
I know. I know you don't like celebrating it 
on the day because it's also 
the day Your Pa bit the dust. 

I was being sensitive

KIRK
Did they teach you about 
bedside manner in medical school? 
Or is it just your southern charm. 

(Three glasses have been poured.

KIRK
Oh yeah. That's good

MCCOY
Lordy
Are you gonna call your Mom? 

KIRK
Yeah, of course. 
I'll call her on the day. 

I'm one year older. 

MCCOY
Yep, that's usually how it works. 

KIRK
A year older than he ever got to be. 
He joined Starfleet because he... 
he believed in it. I joined on a dare

MCCOY
You joined to see 
if you could live up to him. 

You spent all this time 
trying to be George Kirk 
and now you're wondering 
just what it means to be Jim
Why you're out here. 

(a toast) 

To perfect eyesight 
and a full head of hair. 

(Comms beep.) 

KIRK
Kirk here. 

SULU [OC]: 
Captain, approaching 
Yorktown base. 

KIRK
I'm on my way, Mr Sulu.
Let's keep this birthday thing 
under wraps, huh? 

MCCOY
Yeah, you know me :
Mr Sensitive.

Hiding






[Courtroom]

STONE: 
Court is now in session. 
The board will entertain motions before delivering its verdict. 

Counsel for the prosecution? 

SHAW: 
Sir, the prosecution rests. 

STONE: Counsel for the defence? 
COGLEY: Sir, the defence rests. 
(McCoy and Spock run in and whisper to Kirk and Cogley) 
STONE: Mister Cogley. Mister Cogley! 
COGLEY: Sir, some new evidence has just been brought to my attention. I'd like to ask the court to 
SHAW: Objection! Counsel for the defence has rested his case. 
STONE: Of what nature is this evidence? 
COGLEY: I can't tell you, I'll have to show you. 
SHAW: Mister Cogley is well-known for his theatrics. 
COGLEY: Is saving an innocent man's career a theatric? i
STONE: Counsels will kindly direct their remarks to the bench. 
COGLEY: I'd be delighted to, sir, now that I've got something human to talk about. Rights, sir, human rights. The Bible, the Code of Hammurabi and of Justinian, Magna Carta, the Constitution of the United States, Fundamental Declarations of the Martian colonies, the Statutes of Alpha Three. Gentlemen, these documents all speak of rights. Rights of the accused to a trial by his peers, to be represented by counsel, the rights of cross-examination, but most importantly, the right to be confronted by the witnesses against him, a right to which my client has been denied. 
SHAW: Your Honour, that is ridiculous. We produced the witnesses in court. My learned opponent had the opportunity to see them, cross-examine them. 
COGLEY: All but one. The most devastating witness against my client is not a human being. It's a machine, an information system. The computer log of the Enterprise. Can ask this court adjourn and reconvene aboard that vessel. 
SHAW: I protest, Your Honour. 
COGLEY: And I repeat, I speak of rights. A machine has none. A man must. My client has the right to face his accuser, and if you do not grant him that right, you have brought us down to the level of the machine. Indeed, you have elevated that machine above us. I ask that my motion be granted, and more than that, gentlemen. In the name of humanity, fading in the shadow of the machine, I demand it. I demand it!

Captain's Log, Stardate 2950.1. After due consideration, the general court-martial has reconvened on board the Enterprise.

[Briefing room]

COGLEY: How many games of chess did you win from the computer, Mister Spock? 
SPOCK: Five in all. 
COGLEY: May that be considered unusual? 
SPOCK: Affirmative. 
COGLEY: Why? 
SPOCK: I personally programmed the computer for chess months ago. I gave the machine an understanding of the game equal to my own. The computer cannot make an error and assuming that I do not either, the best that could normally be hoped for would be stalemate after stalemate, and yet I beat the machine five times. Someone, either accidentally or deliberately, adjusted the programming and therefore the memory banks of that computer. 
COGLEY: Could that have had an effect on the visual playback we saw? 
SHAW: Object! The witness would be making a conclusion. 
STONE: Sustained. 
COGLEY: Hypothetically, Mister Spock. Hypothetically, Miss Shaw. If what you suggest had been done, it would be beyond the capabilities of most men. Is that true? 
SPOCK: Affirmative. 
COGLEY: What man aboard ship would it not be beyond? 
SPOCK: The Captain, myself, and the records officer. 
COGLEY: And at the moment, you have no records officer. 
SPOCK: Affirmative. Until he was lost, our records officer was Lieutenant Commander Finney. 

COGLEY: 
Captain Kirk, will you tell the steps you took to find Mister Finney after the storm? 

KIRK: 
I instituted a phase one search. 

COGLEY: 
Describe a phase one search. 

KIRK
It's a painstaking, thorough attempt 
in and around The Ship 
to find a man who's presumably injured and unable to respond

COGLEY:
It presupposes, does it not, that A Man wishes to be found? 

KIRK
I beg your pardon..? 

COGLEY
If you start a search for A Man, 
you assume, don't you, 
that he wants to be found? 
He's not hiding

KIRK
Yes. 

COGLEY
On a ship of this size
could a man evade such a search? 

KIRK
Possibly

COGLEY
Gentlemen, I submit to you that 
Lieutenant Commander 
Ben Finney is not dead.

Right now we've got to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive.





The Designated Survivor
They can't get in. 
Old windows and doors. Okay. 
The older something is, 
the stronger it is. 

What else? 

Go and check the other doors! Move! 


JACKIE
What's happening? 
What are they? 
What are they? 


The Designated Survivor
There's been an accident in time. 
A wound in time. They're like bacteria, 
taking advantage. 


JACKIE
What do you mean, ‘Time’? 
What're you jabbering on about, ‘Time’? 


The Designated Survivor
Oh, I might've known you'd argue
Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining. 


JACKIE
How do you know my name? 


The Designated Survivor
I haven't got time for this…..

JACKIE
I've never met you in my life! 


The Designated Survivor
No, and you never will 
unless I sort this out. 
Now, if you don't mind, 
I've waited a long time to say this. 

Jackie Tyler, Do as I Say
Go and Check The Doors. 


JACKIE
Yes, sir. 


The Designated Survivor
I should have done that ages ago. 


STUART
My Dad was out there….

The Designated Survivor 
You can mourn him later. 
Right now we've got to concentrate 
on keeping ourselves alive. 

STUART
My Dad had —


The Designated Survivor 
There's nothing I can do for him. 


STUART
No, but he had this phone thing
I can't get it to work. 
I keep getting this voice. 


BELL : 
Watson, come here. I need you. 
Watson, come here. I need you. 


The Designated Survivor
That's the very first phone call. 
Alexander Graham Bell. 
I don't think the telephone's 
going to be much use. 


STUART
But someone must have 
called The Police. 


The Designated Survivor
Police can't help you now. 
No one can. 
Nothing in this universe 
can harm those things. 

Time's been damaged 
and they've come 
to sterilise The Wound
By consuming everything inside. 

ROSE
Is this because…? 
Is this my fault?





The Designated Survivor
I did it again. I picked another STUPID ape. 

I should've known. It's not about showing you Theniverse. 
It never is. It's about the universe doing something for YOU

ROSE
So it's okay when YOU go to other times, 
and you save people's lives, 
but not when it's me saving my dad. 

The Designated Survivor
I know what I'm doing, you don’t.




Two sets of us being there made that a vulnerable point. 

ROSE: 
But he's ALIVE! 

The Designated Survivor
My entire PLANET died. 
My whole family. 

Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them? 

ROSE: 
But it's not like 
I've changed history. Not much

I mean he's never going to be 
A World Leader. 

He's not going to start 
World War Three or anything. 

The Designated Survivor
Rose, There's A Man alive 
in The World 
who wasn't alive before
An ORDINARY Man. 

That's The Most Important Thing 
in Creation. 

The Whole World's DIFFERENT 
because He’s Alive.

That’s Silly












[TARDIS]
In The Doctor’s Study console room, 
Leela is playing with The Doctor's yo-yo, 
and doing it quite well.

LEELA
Doctor? 


Tom
Hmm? 


LEELA
Can I stop now? 


Tom
If you want to. 


LEELA
It will not affect This? 


Tom
Affect this? No, it's a yo-yo. 
It's A Game, I thought you were enjoying it. 


Leela drops the yo-yo.

LEELA
Enjoying it?!
You said I had to keep it 
going up and down,
I thought it was 
part of The Magic. 


Tom
Magic, Leela? Magic? 


LEELA
I know, I know —
There's no such thing as Magic. 


Tom
Exactly. To The Rational Mind nothing is inexplicable
only unexplained. 


LEELA
So, explain to me how this ‘TARDIS’ 
is larger on the inside than the out.

 Tom
Hmm? All right, I'll show you. 
It's because insides and outsides 
are not in the same dimension. 


The Doctor gets two boxes from a cupboard.

Tom
Which Box is Larger? 


LEELA
That one. 


The Doctor places it on the time console then goes over to Leela with The Other.

Tom
Now which one is larger? 


LEELA
(pointing away)
That one. 


Tom
But it looks smaller. 


LEELA
Well, that's because 
it's further away. 


Tom
Exactly. If you could 
keep that exactly 
that distance away 
and have it here,
The Larger One would fit 
inside The Smaller One. 

LEELA
….that's silly. 



Tom
That's transdimensional engineering, a key Time Lord discovery. 


(The TARDIS materialises.) 


Tom
This is the exciting bit. 


LEELA: 
What's exciting? 


Tom : 
Seeing what's outside. 


(The scanner shows that what's outside are metal walls and a sandy floor.) 


Tom
I don't…. It's metal
We've landed inside something metal. 


LEELA
But how can we? 
How can The TARDIS be inside something metal? 


Tom
One box inside another, 
I just explained it to you. 


LEELA
No, not very clearly. 


Tom
Well, it's a rather dull subject anyway. 
I wonder where we are? 


LEELA
You mean you don't know? 


Tom
Well, not precisely, no. 


LEELA
You mean you can't control this machine? 


Tom :
 Well, of course I can control it. 
Nine times out of ten. 
Well, seven times out of ten….
Five times. 

Look. Never mind, 
let's see where you are. 






(Leela picks up the Tesh Energy weapon.)
 

Tom
You won't need that. 


LEELA
How do you know? 


Tom
I never carry weapons. 
If people see you mean them no harm, 
they’ll never hurt you. 


….Nine times out of ten. 


(Leela has her knife drawn as she leaves the TARDIS.)





The Hole



This guy's walking down the street 
when He Falls in A Hole — 
The Walls are so steep, he can't get out.

A Doctor passes by and the guy shouts up,
'Hey you. Can you help me out?' 
The Doctor writes a prescription
throws it down in The Hole and moves on.

Then A Priest comes along and the guy shouts up, 
'Father, I'm down in This Hole can you help me out?' 
The Priest writes out a prayer
throws it down in the hole and moves on.

Then A Friend walks by, 
'Hey, Joe, it's me can you help me out?' 
And The Friend jumps in The Hole. 

Our guy says,
'Are you STUPID!?
Now we're BOTH down here!

And His Friend says,
'Yeah, but I've been Down Here before,
and I know The Way Out.'


Archangel MIKE :
?…..is it Future
or is it Past….?

Cooper gives him a blank look

DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

Cooper, The Zen Buddhist 
gives him another blank look.

Archangel MIKE :
I am The ARM —
and I Sound Like THIS :
• INDIAN WAR-WARBLING •

Agent Cooper :
Where is The Ring?

Archangel MIKE :
Someone Else has it, now.

Agent Cooper :
Where am I….?
…..and How Can I Leave?

Archangel MIKE :
Go Home!


Ben takes The Doctor's ring from Polly.

BEN
Now look — 
The Doctor always wore this
So if YOU’RE him
it should fit NOW, shouldn't it? 

And slips it on the man's finger. 
It's far too big.

BEN
There. That settles it. 

The Cosmic Hobo
I'd like to see A Butterfly fit into 
a chrysalis case after it's 
spread its wings. 

POLLY
Then you DID change! 

The Cosmic Hobo
Life depends on Change… Renewal

BEN
Oh, so THAT’S it — 
You've been ‘renewed’, have you? 

The Cosmic Hobo : 
I've been renewed, have I? 
That's it — I've been RENEWED!

It's Part of The TARDIS. 
Without it, I couldn't Survive. 





Dante went on to marry, and he and Signora Alighieri raised three children. 


Then, suddenly, at the midpoint of his life, he fell into a deep depression. 


His epic poem, Divine Comedy, begins by saying that he was walking along in the afternoon of his life and fell into a deep hole. 


No one has described the midlife crisis any better — You’re going along, things pretty well in hand, and suddenly you fall into A Hole. 


Dante finds himself in the Underworld, and above the portal into what turns out to be Hell is a sign, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.” 


Dante proceeds, and encounters Virgil, the poet from ancient Greece, Heaven-sent to guide him through the nine levels of Hell, which is a spiral downward, each level worse than the pre- vious one. In his writing, Dante peoples Hell with his own acquaintances— even a cardinal or two — which got him into trouble. 


Our present idea of Hell comes in part from Dante’s description. Virgil represents The Intellect. The guide for the first part of your inward journey is Your Intellect, the masculine traits of intelligence, proportion, and good sense. 


The lowest level of Hell is The Worst. It is FROZEN


To reach the coldness of life — Loneliness and Meaninglessness — is the worst experience a human being goes through, worse than the fiery aspects of Hell. Under the guidance of Virgil, Dante gets to the bottom of Hell and just keeps going


You don’t come out of Hell through The door you entered. You go through it and out the other side. On the other side of Hell lies Heaven.


Dante and Virgil are in the middle of the world, which is where the Devil lives. And Dante gets through that nodal point, the point of zero gravity at The Center of The World, by shimmying down the hairy leg of The Devil, and finds himself in Purgatory. 


Hell lays out what’s wrong — the hellish dimensions of life — and Purgatory begins The Repair, what you need in order to be restored. You need to be treated. The verb to treat comes from the Latin tmctus, front tractre, “ to pull or drag.” 


The earliest therapists had a series of stones with increasingly smaller holes in them, and you were literally pulled through the biggest one first, a smaller one next, until you couldn’t be pulled through any more. You came out of this experience minus a bit of skin, but you were treated. 


Dante is pulled through a hole from the center of the world and begins his ascent through Purgatory, its many levels and teachings.