Nico Nuthouse Here:

Hello corpse! I'm Nico Nuthouse. The publisher of "Introvisionary Copying" was on the phone line again. I asked him, what is it this time? He said Nico, I love you, but... and right there and then I stopped him. And I told him. What you say is impossible, by far. For you love someone or you don't as yet, and buts or ifs are nonsense if you love someone. So what can I do for you? And you know somehow, he was finished speaking, about what he was going to say. And then he said, Nico you're right! I love you. Period! And then I asked him, what else can I do or would you like me to do. And right then, it sounded as if he was crying, from deep within his heart, or somewhere thereabouts. He didn't speak for a long time and then he guffed quite a bit. I think he gets lots of practise.

He said Nico, keep on writing your Writing Creations, because I love them, and because of room in the Copy we produce, we have to skip you once in a while. So there, he said. Well, I told him not to worry one fimble, for the people that read your Copy, will demand that you start printing daily all I write, so why worry? I also said, that in a little while, because I know so, many and many people would phone line him, about printing what I got to say. Because they love it, and neither you as a publisher, not the people themselves know it to be so. For first of all, they have to get used to me, and to what they are going to miss. But then they will stand in line to get your Copy and read Nico's 'gumbo'. How come you don't know this, I said. I thought of all people you would know this most of all. What kind of outfit do you run? People you know, I said, have to be trained like chickens. They have to learn to pick their own food. Nico's 'gumbo' is their food. It's knowledge! And if they don't get it, they die and/or stay corpses forever.

He said, I see your point, but why am I the one to print your 'gumbo'? I told him right there and then, because the Cosmic Force that lives in me, and lives in you, has told me so. I have heard it loud and clear, but somehow, you are a bit mind-deaf. You're lucky, it's curable. And I am here to help you cure it for good! Anyway, he phone lined a long time yet, and finally he was totally flabbergasted by all that I know, and he didn't. Actually, the point he had trouble with was the 'spook' article. He said it was too much. And since I remembered Hank, I said, what is too much? And what is too little? He got the point! For he didn't know either, but I did! Nothing is too much, and nothing is too little. Things are the way they are. Just right! I also told him that he suffered a Social Consciousness and from a desire to be accepted by normal folks. Maybe I told him something I shouldn't have. However, he agreed with a big grin on his face.

After all this phone lining I was tired and slept like a bear in hibernating condition. It help be good, for when I woke up, I remembered the talk I had with my Guide from StarTrack, who was with me all the way. He said, Nico, tell them! Tell them like it is! Somehow they know, but forgot! And don't become too excited if they don't know right away. It takes time. For you live in Time and also in Space. So give them Time, and also give them Space, to cure themselves in. They need it plenty! I said, I understanded him right to the bone, and told him not to be concerned for the people on Earth.

After all I said, also spend some time, and space, if you need any, to look after all the other creatures on your unlimited Star-Journeys and thereabout. He said he would, but somehow, he was most concerned with Earth, for these, he said, are my people, most of all. I mentioned the spook to him, and he said, spooks are just as real as people. And the fact that you can see them, and others can't, is their trouble. So there! I wish the publisher could have heard him. But ala! Whatever that means.

My Guide said, spooks are of a different frequency and 'thickness'. That's why some people see them and others don't. Anyway, I knew that already, but I just put it in scribbles for the publisher to know. He knows little. Maybe he is where Hank is! Hank says that he knows nothing. Anyway, this publisher is not far behind. Or ahead! Who knows, and who cares? All I know is, what I know, and that is plenty for me. For it helps me to love all people in the world, and a few on Earth. For all of them are the same as me, and of the same face. No face!

For all faces are the Face of the Universe in different beings and forms. And I know this super-best! And if you don't, you only think you know something, but it ain't worth a fart. So there. I got it out! And I do not mean to hurt anyone by this, for if I do, I'm hurting the face I am. For I am all faces. Including a black face, a white face, a yellow face or a brown face. Male or female. Well, that's the way it is! And if you don't know this, you will have no two minutes to turn around at the end of Time, or there abouts. So, be prepared for repeats after repeats and then still not know it. To not know, means that you were born on a double yesterday, and pretty far from high noon. However, it is not a shame, or incurable. For other-wise, the whole thing would be useless.