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- LOVE IS THE IMPETUS OF CREATION -
Hank tells me...
that dreams are just as real...
as ordinary life.
Hank says... Everything is Real.
Or rather... Everything is Relatively Real.
Which means that it is not really Real.
It happens... Yes... but it is still only...
Relatively Real.
The only Thing that is Real...
according to Hank...
is Consciousness.
Consciousness... or God... is the Absolute.
! Consciousness... or God... is the only Thing Real !
All the rest... including the entire Universe...
and all the Things in it...
are Aspects or Dreams of Consciousness.
Consciousness... or God... is a Dreamer.
The Dreamer is Real... Hank says... the Dream is Relative.
I find all this very complicated...
but Hank says... that does not make it less True.
And I agreed.
Well anyway... my dreams are real to me...
and although Hank says... that they are only relatively real...
like taking a shower or bumping your head...
my dreams are my Reality.
Some of my dreams scare me... and others are quite pleasant.
So... since I dream a lot...
I thought... I'd share my dreams with you.
Some dreams are longer than others...
so be prepared for a long night.
I really like my dreams... and I hope you do too.
Here we go.....
- - - - - - -
Many a night... I dream about Hank.
Sometimes he is a Clown...
and other times he is a Totem Pole.
Most often though...
he is an old hippie with a very long beard.
His beard hangs far below his waist...
and quite often he stands there combing it.
He's very proud of it... because it is snow white.
In my dream Hank speaks to me...
and he tells me that his beard...
is combed seven times a day...
and that it is designed to hang straight down.
The only time it doesn't... he says...
is when I have to relieve myself of Solidity.
Then... he says...
I wrap it around my neck...
for in no way whatsoever...
do I want my beard to hang in the can.
I nod my head very wisely...
and agreed with him in the broadest terms.
Beards... Hank says...
are the signs of God's Rascality.
Beards are super Cosmic.
For sure he says...
God has the longest beard of them all...
and never has to wrap it around his neck.
God is the only One...
who is Clean... inside and out.
God is the inventor of beards... and dearly loves them.
While I look at Hank...
he takes a comb from behind his ear...
and starts to comb his beard.
When he's finished... he glances at me...
and slowly without messing it all up...
he starts to wrap it around his neck.
It's not very easy he says... but it has to be done.
I turn my head...
because I know what he's going to do.
I wake up laughing.
- - - - - - -
Another night...
I dreamed that Hank was a Totem Pole.
As this Totem Pole...
Hank speaks in grunts and does not move.
Hank says...
out of respect for the Braves...
I have no beard.
It would look absurd... he says...
and besides...
it would become very messy...
because I have no means of combing it.
I ask Hank... how do you know when you're an old hippie...
or when you are a Totem Pole.
He looks at me... and right away I know...
that I have asked a stupid question.
The beard he says... the beard.
I thought you would know a thing like that.
When I'm a Totem Pole Hank says...
I am dearly loved by God in reverse.
Yah... he continues...
these animals never leave me alone...
and by now I've seen them all.
Most of them are males he says...
and I don't like them one bit.
However... there is not a damn thing I can do about it...
because my hands are tied.
And I never stoop down to chase them away... I just let them.
I look at Hank's face way up at the Totem Pole...
and I see tears in his eyes.
I suggest that I could wipe his eyes for him...
and he says... that would be very nice...
but don't use your sleeves.
Sometimes sleeves have buttons... he says...
and they scratch my eyes.
Before I know what's happening...
the Totem Pole bends all the way down...
and a great big ugly face appears in front of me.
Never you mind... Hank says...
I'm only Relatively Real.
Please wipe quickly...
it's awful hard on my back.
I do what I can... while I hold his neck.
When I'm finished I let go of his neck...
and he snaps back like a big spring.
He utters a big yell...
and then he breaks off at the bottom and falls backwards.
I run to where his head is supposed to be...
but it is stuck in a pile of old cut-up totem poles.
I can hear Hank mumbling aloud...
the same thing happened to them...
the same thing happened to them.
Damn animals... Hank says...
I underestimated the strength of their solution.
It broke my blessed foundation!
You better get out of here Muranda... he says...
because the Braves are going to be upset about it...
they will start cutting right away.
They'll figure that you broke their Fertility Post.
To them I am a very important Token of Masculinity...
and now that I am laying down...
I am a useless Sign of Impotence.
At all costs the men want to prevent...
the women from seeing me horizontal...
it infuriates them!
Get the hell out of here Muranda...
I can hear them coming.
They've got saws... and scalping knives.
The last thing I heard Hank say... was...
I'll see you at the bus stop... come early.
... and Muranda... bring the Miracle.
I wake up... and my neck hurts.
I have tears in my eyes and I have trouble wiping them...
because I have been sleeping on my arms.
My back hurts too... because I never sleep on my tummy.
I don't like Hank as a Totem Pole.
- - - - - - -
One night when I dreamed...
Hank did his Moses act.
Watch this... he said...
and he became a burning bush with pink flames.
The sounds of the flames were words...
and I could make out what Hank said.
Pink is the colour of Love he said... Moses was a great Lover.
The bush talked a lot...
but most of it didn't make any sense.
The flames uttered a laughing sound...
and then Hank said... Heh you lovely redhead... I spoke Hebrew.
No wonder you stood there gaping.
I told Hank that he should speak English...
and that if he didn't... I would make him disappear...
by quitting my dream.
He obliged immediately.
The pink flames were hard to understand...
and the only thing I caught was...
I am the Light...
I am the very Light...
I am the Light of Consciousness.
In Pink.
It continued with...
I am hot... I am hot...
I am the hottest thing around.
I am the Light of Consciousness in Evolution.
Then the bush cried for rain...
and by golly... there it was... by the ton.
There was water all over... and the bush floated away.
I looked again...
and the bush had become a dry old Saguaro Cactus.
It was at least twenty feet tall...
and Moses crawled out of a little door on the side.
As soon as he was outside he became bigger.
Here I am... said Moses...
the burning bush and I are but small symbols...
of the Love We Really Are.
Then... very slowly...
as if he was doing Tai Chi...
he turned around and looked at me...
saying... Muranda... are you alone?
I said... yes my friend Moses... I am all alone...
and then he spoke with great authority.
I felt that he was going to reveal Universal Secrets.
Don't believe what you read in old books... he said...
check it out against the Records of the Heart.
They never lie.
And by the way... do the same with new books.
Some of them flatter the Ego a lot...
and you end up with a head full of Garbage.
I said... yes my friend Moses...
and what do you think of my book... so far?
He stood there for a while...
and I knew that he didn't want to discourage me.
He looked as if he was peeking into somebody's memory.
Finally he said...
I do not have the honour to be acquainted with your book...
because it does not have a title.
However he said... title or no title...
all Books are the Word of God anyway.
Well Muranda... he continues...
I suggest you name it before I go...
so that your book has the advantage of being judged...
by the Image of God... called Moses.
I stood there... watching Moses smile at me...
and before I knew it... I said...
" LOVE IS INVISIBLE "
Moses started to smile...
as if I was a fumbling baby... and he said...
the title is kind of pretty.
Cosmically however... he said... it is a Limited Truth.
Because... Love is not Invisible.
All Things around you...
Universally... as well as all the Things in the World...
including Egos and Garbage... are Love.
Love Expressed.
There is only Love.
Moses looks at me...
and I blush... and blush...
I feel that I had made a blunder of Cosmic Proportions.
Moses smiles and says...
I understand Muranda... I know what you meant.
I'm only pointing out...
that what looks invisible in your World...
in actuality...
is the very Essence of Existence.
It is the Love of Consciousness...
or...
Consciousness in Love with Itself...
that is the very Creator of all Universal Existence.
You... and I... are this Love.
So Love... is Visible as well as Invisible.
You see Muranda...
the great majority of people in your World...
are subjected to a Cosmic Illusion.
The World they see or recognize...
is but... let's say... ten percent... of the Total.
Ninety percent cannot be seen or measured by them...
and therefore they think that it doesn't exist.
They are only aware...
of the lower frequency part of the Total Spectrum.
You see... Matter... Mind... and Spirit... are One Continuum.
You live in an Unobstructed Universe...
but Human Perceptions are limited to the Physical only.
There is a lot more than Physical Vibratory Existence.
The Physical Range is the Visible Range...
and the Ranges beyond the Physical...
are the Invisible Ranges.
In other words... the Universe is not broken down...
into Visible and Invisible Realms or Sections.
The Universe... in Term of Vibrations...
is an Undivided Manifestation.
You... and almost all of your Brothers and Sisters...
see... and feel but very little of the Totality...
because you are still blinded Visually as well as Intuitively.
Only by raising your Level of Consciousness...
will you be able to participate...
in the many Dances of Consciousness... or Total Reality.
The People of Earth...
are in the Beginning Stages of the Dance of Life.
They are learning Dancers or Creators.
Anyway Muranda...
to come back to your title...
I just wanted you to know...
that I didn't like to see you only half right.
Love is... Visible as well as Invisible.
LOVE IS THE IMPETUS OF CREATION.
I hope Muranda... Moses continues...
that our discussion is real enough for you to remember...
because I want you to put it in your Nameless Book.
For tonight I have been your Teacher.
He bowed to me... and said...
I'm very glad that I have seen how beautiful you are...
thank you... for sharing your time with me.
I have to leave now.
I said... thank you my friend Moses...
I am glad you were my teacher tonight.
You are a lot clearer than Hank.
And then Moses became small again...
and disappeared into the Saguaro.
He bowed to me again... blew me a kiss...
and just before he closed the little door...
he pulled a little flag from his robe...
and placed it above the opening.
The little flag said... I love you!
I pondered about Moses for a while...
and in my idleness I didn't notice...
that the Cactus had burst open on all sides...
and at least a hundred children tumbled out of the openings.
One of them was Hank... but a lot smaller.
Hank recognized me... and he started to jump around for joy.
Finally he stopped jumping...
and spoke to me.
Yah... he said...
all of us are born out of the same Light as Moses.
Moses is the Buddha and the Christ all in One!
Moses is the Original Magician.
Moses was an Occult Master...
before Siddhartha or Jesus got their diapers wet.
Eventually... Hank became serious...
and in a very low and sincere voice he started to speak.
Yes... he said... listen to this.....
Since we as Miracles... are born...
in a World full of Miracles...
we do not see...
the Miracles as Miracles.
I thought about this for a while...
and since it apparently took too long for Hank...
he started to fidget with his new tie...
and then scratched his head.
How come he said...
when I play Moses...
you understand everything right away...
but when I play myself...
and utter the simplest Truth...
your brain buckles like a pancake.
What's the matter with you?
Have you become immune to the Wisdom of Hank?
I felt quite uncomfortable...
and then I thought... this is not the Hank I know.
The real Hank never makes me feel awkward.
Anyway... Hank continues...
I think that Moses spoiled you...
by Mutual Mental Operation... and that's why...
you thought that you were doing the Understanding.
I don't blame Moses one bit... Hank said...
because after all...
it's the easy way of conveying Personal Realization.
Anyway Muranda... when you are with me...
or rather when I play myself...
I want you to do your own thinking and feeling.
I don't like Mental Hanky Panky and Piggy Rides...
via the Mentality of a Cosmic Developed Consciousness.
We are dreaming... in order to learn our own Lessons.
And don't you forget it.
I felt really awful...
and the only way to deal with a Hank like this was...
to assert my self.
So I said to Hank....
if you don't quit your aggressiveness immediately...
I'll fold up my dream...
and I'll make you collapse like a balloon.
It shut him up like a trap.
Muranda... he said...
I'm very sorry... I thought you were my brother.
He used to tease me sometimes.
Please forgive me.
I was as proud as Punch...
for I thought that I had won the Battle of the Brains...
and I felt worthy to be awarded...
the Cup of Consciousness by a very Wise Wizard.
Since I was curious about the relationship...
between Moses and Hank... I asked Hank...
are Moses and You the same Guy?
With a most satisfying smile on his face...
Hank straightened out his tie...
and said... I Am Everybody in the Universe... including you.
I am the very Light of Consciousness...
and the Infinite Source of Love...
but in the day time I play Hank.
At night... I sometimes play Moses...
or whoever is needed...
to further the Evolution of Consciousness.
Well... Hank... I said...
why do you bother to become so many people?
Wouldn't it be easier just to be the Light?
It would eliminate a lot of suffering.
There you go... he said...
if I give you the answer to this one...
you will become too lazy to do anything for yourself.
That's exactly what is wrong with Moses...
he gives you the deepest Truth... like it was a candy.
In no way do I agree with that.
Anything that is given to you lightly...
is not worth remembering.
So... I'm sorry Muranda...
I cannot deny you the privilege...
of discovering your own Truth.
Anyway... Hank said... enough of all this...
let's deal with the Self Created Reality System...
according to the Principles of Hank.
Which are...
Nobody fools around with Hank...
or the Reality of Hank.
Not even God the Creator... or Anybody!
However... he said... I have no objections...
to fool around with your reality anytime you want to.
Thus... Hank said... I can't see any harm...
in trying it out for a while...
because in the Game of Creation... we can't really loose.
You see Muranda... he continues...
I'm in favour of mixing our realities...
because I feel...
that our Individual Plans are synchronized.
I would never mention this in the daylight... Hank continued...
but in mutual dreams I never hold anything back.
I'm sort of flabbergasted by this approach...
and I tell Hank that sooner or later...
I'll let him know my decision.
After all... I said... I'm Beautiful!
And I have the right to contemplate my future thoroughly.
However... I continue... as a sign of goodwill...
towards you... as well as towards Moses...
I admit that I love you both.
Beware... my Love is equal to the Love of God... I added.
Right Hank said... I'm going back inside...
and tell Moses...
for he is more anxious than I am sometimes.
He's the one who set this all up.
Moses... Hank said... knows the score from way back...
that's why Moses is Mighty.
Yah... Hank continues... Moses was never Holy.
But by golly... he sure is Mighty... he's Mighty Moses.
So to say... Holy Moses... is an insult to him...
he should be addressed as... Magnificent Mighty Moses.
It will do him good to be addressed properly.
He's been abused long enough.
And you know what else Muranda...
before I came out of the cactus...
Moses said... that Man's Mind is like a Flicker of Fleas.
Man's Mind according to Moses...
always comes up with new schemes...
in order to delay dealing with God.
God however could care less...
but by golly it sure hurts Man.
Man's Mind... Moses said...
is a Danger to the Universe...
that's why the Earth is trying to get rid of us.
The Earth knows better than Man's Mind.
What is missing Moses said... is Heart.
And then Hank said...
well I think I'm going back inside the Saguaro...
and untangle the Metaphysical Proliferation of Garbage...
with the Magnificent Mighty Moses.
He's good at it.
Moses is a Wise Weirdo... and I like him a lot.
So... good night Muranda.
I said all right Hank...
it's about time for me to fold up my dream anyway...
so good night to you... and please don't upset Mighty Moses.
I rely on his Magnificence.
I wave to Hank... and he waves back.
We both signal to each other in Waves of Pink Light...
and Hank looks up at the little flag above the Saguaro door.
He reads the sign and says...
Magnificent Mighty Moses is unfair competition.
I wish she would hurry up...
and make up her mind.
And then he disappears...
behind the little door in the Saguaro Cactus.
I wake up...
and I feel... as if I am some kind of prize...
Hank and Moses are bargaining for.
Well now... don't they know...
that I am my own woman?
Since it was almost time to get up...
I got out of bed and made some notes about my dream.
My dreams are very real... but quite manageable...
I can do what I want in them.
I find dreaming quite the feat of Consciousness.
I wish my ordinary life was as manageable as my dreams.
Hank says that it is...
but for me it does not seem to work that way.
- - - - - - -
My best dream was... when Hank was God...
he was phenomenal.
In this dream he said...
that He was God the Creator.
Yah... he said... that's what I am...
but I'm bored with it.
That's why I became Hank.
Being Hank... he said... is all right.
For as Hank... I have a choice.
Now I can love whomever I want to.
As God... I had no choice...
I had to love everybody equally.
It's boring as Hell.
God... he said... has no Favourites...
but as Hank... I can be very picky.
As God... initially Hank appeared as a huge search light...
and when he spoke... the light blinked in beautiful words.
There were different hues for different moods...
but the words all blinked in white.
Around the bottom of the search light...
was a band of green light with gold letters.
It said... " Don't get me wrong... I'm Hank "
At the bottom of this...
in very fine print it read...
- I am Everybody on Earth -
- Fools included. -
The search light...
stood in front of City Hall on a special platform.
The whole thing looked like a UFO on its side.
Many people had gathered in front of the platform...
but God wouldn't speak until everyone was quiet.
This took a long time.
Finally from the middle of the light...
the Image of Hank appeared...
with great sincerity and confidence.
The search light was just a little bigger than Hank's Image...
and finally...
the Image lifted its arms... spread its legs... and spoke.
The lips and mouth were moving...
but the light was blinking... the words the Image spoke.
For now... the light said...
I have to appear as the Image of Hank...
for you people are too restless to see the real Thing.
The light continued... and it said...
Hank... as the Image of God...
has the guts to speak... when I am him...
but as Myself... as God... I am the Silence of the Sky.
So... from now on in... for as long as Hank will last...
he is the Chosen Speaker... and don't you forget it.
The people... mumbled a lot... but somehow...
they seemed to sense that there was more to come.
Naturally... the light said...
you people do not have to believe what Hank says...
for believing is but believing... Knowing is the Task.
The image of Hank seemed to become more solid...
and before long... Hank is completely physical...
The light now... is radiating from his Bodily Being.
From now on in... Hank says...
I am the Light... with a capital "L"...
instead of a search light that projects my Image.
Please note... that the Light I am...
blinks from within the very Being I am.
Therefore... I will put this outdated search licht...
in the Background of Creation or any other Invisible Place.
And then... Hank picked up the huge search light...
and tossed it into the air... where it vanished into nothingness.
People started to boo... and one of them shouted...
I want the Great Suffering Jesus to be the Spokesman.
Hank is a Charlatan.
Hank... naturally... well aware...
of the Mass Thinking of Churchianity...
rolls up his sleeves and makes motions...
as if he blows up a huge invisible sphere.
By golly... by about three or four blows into this bubble...
he manifests a huge cross with a man on it...
who is dying a horrible death.
There Hank says... listen to his Father.
A tremendous voice...
thunders from the sky... and says... Now Hear This!
The great suffering and dying of my Son Jesus
as depicted in Books and as you believe in
is a Symbolic Representation of the People on Earth
who suffer the Burden of the Matter Cross in Ignorance.
The Matter World is a Playpen and a Creation of your Mind
so that you may grow towards the higher understanding
of who you really are.
All of you are my Sons and Daughters.
I am the Father. So Be It.
And right at the time that the last word is spoken...
there is a bold of lightning...
that incinerates the Cross.
Jesus included.
You see that... Hank says... it that convincing enough?
Everybody is absolutely flabbergasted...
and about half of them clap their hands...
and the rest of them leave for the nearest church.
Hank nods his head... and says...
anybody who stays... is responsible for his own welfare.
If that is too much... please follow the Followers.
We all must do... what feels best.
No questions asked.
Now then... Hank says...
the Time has come to manifest our Power of Creation...
and if you will let me...
I'll show you how great a Magician we all really are.
The people clap their hands and Hank continues...
first of all he says... I show you what it means...
the be the Chosen Speaker.
By speaking for God... he says...
I blow air through this voice box here...
and it sounds as if it is me... but it is God.
The very Consciousness in my throat...
moves my vocal cords and the Light I am blinks in Words.
I know... Hank says... I'm the one doing it.
You think... that the vibrations of air...
are responsible for your understanding... he says...
but it is the Second Order of Energies... or Mind in Action...
that permeates and conveys...
my thoughts into your Consciousness.
Words are only Symbols in Sound.
It is the Consciousness within you... and within me...
that makes it possible to communicate.
Words or Noises...
are but the necessary camouflage we need to adhere to...
as long as we live in Bodies.
While Hank speaks to the people...
his Bodily Being flashes Light like crazy...
and everybody is awed by the miraculous and dazzling rainbows...
that emanate from Hank's Bodily Being.
What you see... Hank says...
is my Body radiating Thought Forms...
slowed down to a Frequency of Light you can see.
This whole show is an Astral Dream Spectacle.
What you really see... Hank says... is God in Action.
There are still some people shouting at Hank...
and they accuse him... of telling them fairy tales.
They want to see the real God.
God the Invisible.
Hank tells them...
that God only appears as people... and as other ghosts...
and that we... like all other things...
are only relatively real.
This... he says... is the best God can muster.
The people shouting at Hank... becomes restless and ugly.
They do not like what Hank tells them.
Calmly... Hank blinks in Light...
that he understands their reaction...
and that they are welcome to leave.
The noise makers leave... to join their friends in church.
Hank looks at them... and says...
all of them are my Children.
The people that are left watching Hank...
amount to exactly twelve men... and one woman.
I am that woman.
Right... Hank blinks... we are here to Celebrate our Greatness...
and this is always a bit difficult to do en masse.
Masses never celebrate... they only demonstrate.
Then... with great solemnity...
Hank walks to the edge of the Platform and raises a flag.
It is a Moon Flag.
The Moon Flag has the Face of the Moon on it...
and Hank tell his Disciples that the Face of the Moon...
is not just an Accident or a stroke of Cosmic Luck.
It's been put there... he says...
to depict the Face of God... smiling.
The people of Earth were supposed to see their own Image...
every time they look up and see the full Moon.
Especially so... Hank says... when they are in Love.
However... Hank continues...
since God's Face was always there... people blocked it out.
Most of their time was spent...
looking at their own little face.
Somehow it seemed more important.
God compensated for that...
and put our Big Brothers in Charge.
So... now from the Moon... Hank says...
our Brothers in Consciousness...
are watching us... instead of God the Almighty.
There is no difference anyhow.
Listen... Hank blinks...
just to make sure you get this straight...
I will blink at a million and a half watt per blink...
and at a very low speed... so that you can't miss it.
Our Big Brothers in Consciousness...
are the Beautiful UFO People...
and some of them live on the Moon.
Several of the big craters there...
function as their Satellite-Disks...
and they know exactly what's going on down here.
Don't you kid yourself.
Just to prove I'm right Hank blinks...
I will invite them to land on this platform...
and in no way... will I allow you... to make jokes about them.
And by golly... Hank is right.
From within the Moon Flag... right where the mouth is...
UFO vehicles are spat out by the Moon.
You can see the Beings inside.
They circle the platform like enormous mosquitos...
with speeds that are beyond imagination.
They all appear relatively real like anything else.
They seem to overemphasize...
that the speed of Light is a phony speed limit...
and they fly their vehicles...
with a craftsmanship that only God could have taught them.
Hold on to your hats Hank shouts...
them Babies don't fool around much... do they!
They fly around us... like scientists portray...
the whirling of very complicated atoms and their electrons.
They buzz around like millions of enormous bees.
Finally... they land side by side on the platform...
the vehicles are about as big as a small car...
but they have the shape of a very smooth doughnut.
There are rings of Lights at different levels.
All together there are seven vehicles and fourteen Beings.
And by golly... the little Beings come out of their machines.
They grow about twice as big...
as soon as they step outside...
and they all walk up to Hank... to hug him and shake hands.
They're still a little smaller than Hank...
and they look like the children that came out of the Cactus.
They're all over him... and tears are running down Hank's face.
He remembers them from the last time... he says.
I never thought I'd remember all of you... he blinks...
after all... it is more than Thirty Five Thousand years ago.
We were still building Pyramids then.
Yah... Hank blinks... we built them Suckers...
by means of the Law of Reversed Efforts.
The Beings know exactly what Law he means...
for that's the Law they use when they fly their Vehicles.
The Beings leave the platform in graceful hops...
and they seem to float rather than jump.
Without any formalities they mingle among us...
shake hands and hug us... and by golly... they're very cute.
They communicate by mind... and they tell me...
that Hank is absolutely nuts about me.
I tell them... what else is new... everybody is!
I ask them... how do you know this about Hank...
and they say... he was already nuts about you...
when he was a pyramid builder and you were the water maid.
I blush... and leave it like that.
One of them indicated...
that he wanted to speak to the audience.
Yes... he said... we are here as a Gesture of Friendship...
and in honour of Hank's request.
Usually he says... we only come down to intervene...
when you people have made a terrible mess of the Earth.
As of yet... he says... we're only monitoring you.
The time might be very near however...
to have a thousand Divisions of Fifty Thousand Vehicles...
assume the responsibilities for your Planet.
It's up to you... he says... it's up to you.
Somehow... I felt as if he was not supposed to tell us that.
They began some kind of ceremony...
and Hank is being honoured as their host.
Hank has the honour of raising a new Flag.
It is the Flag of God.
All Hank does... is pull a long cord or rope...
for God's Flag... is Invisible Silk.
Hank turns to salute the real Moon...
and says... there is the Place I want my Mansion.
He looks at the fourteen Big Brothers... and says...
yes... my Big Brothers are certainly not Big Physically...
but each one of them... has at least...
the mental and spiritual capacity...
of at least two Buddhas and a couple of Saints.
So... when you get back to your Moon Base... he addresses them...
I hope you will prepare a place for me up there.
I deserve it.
I think you Guys are just Marvelous.
Thank you for coming here.
At that very moment...
Neil Legstrong appears... and he walks right up to Hank.
What are you talking about Hank... Neil said...
I was up there some time ago...
and I never saw any UFO Beings up there at all.
Hank looks at Neil...
and says in very slow blinks...
I'm sorry Chap... please don't complain to me.
In order to see things clear and straight...
you should have taken off your sunglasses.
Why didn't you take them off?
Neil shakes his head in disbelief...
and starts to study speed limits.
He becomes utterly confused...
and finally Hank tells him a thing or two.
Neil starts to smile from ear to ear.
His face is cracked in two.
Hank tells him some more Cosmic Secrets...
and Neil's face lights up as if he truly understands.
Aha... he says... ahah...
if dreams... as well as ordinary Life...
take place in a relative reality... and are not really real...
the Whole World must be... a Colossal Communal Dream.
Therefore... Neil said...
The Universe is a dream... within a dream... within a dream.
I got it... he says... pretty neat.
However... he continues... what the Hell is Really Real?
Hank tries to assist Neil in his dilemma... and says...
you see Neil... what you were looking for on the Moon...
you could have found in your back yard.
For what it is... is Yourself...
Because that is the only thing that is Really Real.
Neil starts to laugh like Hell...
and by golly he looks as if he understands.
Then however... he says... Hank you are absolutely nuts.
You're a first Class Crackpot.
Right then... one of Neil's buddies appears.
His name is Edgar... and he's about as weird as Hank.
Hank is right... Edgar says to Neil... Hank is right.
Hank knows... for he is God.
Neil can't appreciate this big chunk of Truth...
because he can't grasp that he is God also.
In the mean time... the UFO Brothers are ready to take off...
because they understand...
that their presence might confuse Neil even more.
We all watch them become small again... climb inside...
and take off in their Flaming Chariots.
We all stand there flabbergasted...
because their speed is equal to Thought.
Edgar and Hank look at each other... and they start to embrace.
Big tears are rolling down their faces...
because they have the same knowledge in common.
They're both God the Creator.
They know... that they are the same Being...
with different Functions... because they are different Aspects.
And I feel that the two of them...
know a hell of a lot more than Einstein ever did.
Finally Hank and Edgar let go of each other...
and Hank walks over to me.
He bows to me... and says...
Muranda... please sit down over here.
I want to comb your hair.
It's most beautiful.
I wake up... and everybody in my dream is gone...
and now my room is relatively real.
My dream is memory.
Then I think... well maybe it's the other way around?
My hair is all over my face...
and Hank is nowhere to be seen.
What about combing my hair?
I try to dream some more...
but I can't enter my dream again.
If Life is a dream... how come I can enter Life?
Maybe... I really never entered... but only think I did?
Maybe... I always dream and have dreams in dreams?
Anyway... somehow my dream was more real than this dark room.
What's going on?
I think about Hank...
and I see him in my mind.
I can also see Edgar... and Neil.
They were all phenomenal in my dream...
especially Hank playing God in his Bodily Being.
Then I just lay there... wide awake... thinking.
I think what is the difference...
between thinking and dreaming?
Is dreaming more fun... and thinking more real?
What is 'more' real?
All this realness confuses me.
I get out of bed... and walk to the bathroom.
I pee a bit... and comb my hair.
Hank is right about my hair...
it's absolutely beautiful.
My hair is dark auburn... and I truly love it.
I decide that all Things could be Relatively Real alright...
but that Beauty is Really Real.
It's three o'clock and I hop into bed.
I ponder about Hank and his performance in my dream.
My dreams are reality itself.
They're so real that sometimes I'm more scared in bed...
than I'm any other place.
Life is a funny experience... isn't it?
I think about the only Thing that is real... according to Hank.
Consciousness he says... Consciousness.
All the rest is but relative.
What the Hell is Consciousness?
I think I know what its Nature is... but what really is it?
Is a Thing... its Nature?
Before I fell asleep... I told myself...
that I wanted to remember the dream I just had.
I'm glad I did.
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