Note by the Editor:
This episode was sent in by Hank.

Nico Nuthouse Here:

Hello folks, this is the voice of Nico. I used to live in your world, but now I live in a different one. Actually it is the same one, but it is, in a different mode or fashion. You see, what happened some time ago, I went to sleep some night, and when I woke-up, I was dead! Dead as a doornail, my body that is.

I myself, stood there looking at my body, and I could not move it anymore. It was cold and stiff and I got fed-up with the thing and left it for what it was, a real corpse, Nico's real corpse! Anyway, before I knew where I was, my neighbour comes in with the police, and they arrested my dead body, big deal! They put it in a little cubicle, and the stupid thing became as cold as ice. If I wouldn't have been dead already, it for sure would have killed me. Well, what do you know. All I am nowadays, is a voice, on a tape. Imagine!

Somehow you know, because I had promised you, I had to get back, to the world of bricks and stones. To do this however, was most difficult, for most of the guys where I am now, have never heard of you guys in the ordinary world of corpses. Where I am now, everybody moves by his own power, wherever they want to go, and don't want to go. As a matter of fact, things here are somewhat different, but yet, to many people they are the same. Most of them just move! Nobody knows where they're moving to, and nobody knows where they're from. For that matter, things are like they used to be on earth, or wherever my body was, when I was still in it. As soon as my body died, I became what I am now, which is, what I always was, ME!

The body I have now, is the same as my old one, except, that is a lot lighter, in all kinds of ways, because I can move through the walls of the world you live in. It is mighty easy, for I can go where I want to and sometimes I even go where I don't want to! It's most amazing, and sometimes I scratch my head a bit, and ask myself, what the hell are you doing Nico. This confuses me, because I do not really know, whether or not, I am still Nico! But then, if I am not Nico, who is this guy? And then I think, maybe I'm Nico, because I think I'm Nico. That's what Hank told me once.

Well, before I tell you about Hank, and his machine, I must tell you about, how things are with me. Because I know for sure, that you are mighty interested in knowing, how I could wake-up dead? Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know myself! But somehow, apparently, I am just as much alive now, as that I ever was before. There is no death, and now I know for sure! Here I am, talking to you on this tape. Or maybe I should say, Hank's tape! For Hank is the supplier of the tape, and the machine, I come out of.

It's mighty hilarious, and most amazing. Especially to Hank! For you know, the only way I could get back at you guys, and talk to you, was by means of Hank's taper. My friend here, my teach and I, have found a way of 'affecting' Hank's taper. We talk to this gismo through a filter of cosmic dust, that we fabricated out of condensed thought. It works like a charm, for here I am talking to you.

And I am sure you can hear me, because I have seen Hank's face when he heard me for the first time. Man oh man, what a sight that was. Hank damn near went through the floor, and he became almost wild! He looked all around him, and finally he discovered that his taper was talking with the voice of Nico. He recognized it almost right away, and started to talk back to me. I could hear him shout at me, and tell me to quit 'the fooling around'. Well, I sure told him on the next tape. Hank, I said, I aint fooling! I have to talk to the guys at "Introvisionary Copy" and this famous publisher. Hank finally understood, and now he is working with us as well, on this inter-planetary most important endeavour of the voice of Nico.

Imagine, even Hank now understands the importance of my desire to communicate with the world of bricks and stones. Hank said, well Nico have it your way, as long as you are 'stagnant' where you are, and want to chat with us overhere, who am I to stop you. One thing though, he said, make it 'sassy' for tapes are expensive. Well, I sure gave him hell about that remark. Who does he think I am? I am the voice of Nico, and I speak for the universe, my way. And just in case, all this sounds a kind of doubtful or phony, well, let me inform you, that within the universe I live, all things are possible and talking on Hank's tape, is a very small contribution in the cosmic scheme of things. So, smarten-up Hank, I told him. Put your money where my mouth is, and fill your machine with blank tapes. I want to speak to all the 'normalheaded-people' in the world of solidness.

My teach and I, have found a way to 'affect' Hank's taper, by switching it on by means of infrared cosmic power, of which my teach is full of. Hank's machine then starts to roll, and I talk through our cosmically fabricated, thought produced gismo, and by golly, Hank's tapes, electronically induce my voice on the rolling tape, and when Hank plays it back, he hears me! The voice of Nico! As a matter of fact if I stick around until Hank plays his tape, I can hear myself talk in the world of solidness, while I am not even there, in person, or as Nico himself. Or whoever I am.

Sometimes, when Hank sits still like a rock, he can hear my thoughts, and we talk back and forth, cosmically. And you know even Hank now, is very pleased that he was smart enough, to let me have my way, in talking to his machine, when loaded. For since I have 'landed' on the other side of dreamland, I have learned a whole lot about life cosmically and thereabouts. I even know now, who or what God is, but for your own sake, I, as yet, will be quiet about it for a while, because too many people in dreamland are too 'dopy' to believe it anyway. But sooner or later, they will wake up and enter the universe of mind, and will find, that their brain was nothing else but a nerve collector operated by a consciousness, that in and by itself is, what they really are. A consciousness. Imagine!

While the part they are not, as yet, is, what they still have to learn about. This is the part that is not really a part, for in the universe of mind there are no parts. There is only consciousness, and consciousness, somehow, and for the hell of it, appears to appear in parts. Well, anyway, you can only learn so much in each lifetime, and that is why I came over to this side of the universe, for in the world of solidness there was nothing I could learn anymore. The 'normalheadedness' that I had available to me was used up! To learn more, I had to leave, and as you now know, by means of this tape, I did leave and I'm glad I did it, the way I did it, by dying in my sleep. It's painless!

Anyway folks, I am the voice of Nico, via Hank's taper. I am not really Nico anymore, but yet I am. I feel the same as I always did, for I feel good, and full of love. Somehow though, I had to adjust myself to the crazy world I live in now. It is almost as crazy, or maybe even more so, than where I was before. You see, the world I lived in before, your world, is really an insane piece of solidness, in the form of a ball. The ball is not insane however, but the people living on it are. Nobody knows this however, for everybody suffers from being normal. There are but a few, in your world, that have a certain measure of saneness, in their bonnet. When they attempt to display this however, they are not taken seriously and most end up being locked-up or nailed on a cross sometimes. It seems that it has always been this way, and that the only way of finding out is, to croak and come where I am.

Many over here though, are still as goofy as they were on your side. They still live in their own little world that they brought with them, when they came here. And nobody, not even my teach, can change them one bit. They are most stubborn in being locked-up in their own prison of mind. It's pathetic, and sorry-like. We can do nothing with them, for they cannot be reached. Sooner or later, whenever their turn comes up, they fall asleep and turn up in the world of solidness and live another life of indulgency and self-importance.

One time I cried about a guy like that, and my teacher gave me a free trip into the stupidity of imprisoned mindedness and it surprised me a lot. There were people suffering in hell. And also there were people sitting on the right hand side of an old man they called God the Father. Now, I am asking you, I wouldn't have believed it on earth, but here I do! Because I have seen them, some of them were singing, and a few were gloating in holiness and sanctimoniousness until they passed out.

When Hank was listening to this tape for the first time, he shook his head up and down, as if he already knew about it. I wonder about this Hank! He must be a lot smarter than I could see when I lived in his world. Maybe the light he projects as a nimbus, is a sign of wisdomness or something. I don't know, as far as I know now, I miss him where I am now. My teach however, almost knows as much as Hank does, but then, it's not the same! I sure hope that Hank gives his/my tapes to the publisher of "Intovisionary Copying" to have him print it. For what is needed in your solid world is a bit of news from the world of the astralness of mankind. Although I called it news, it is not really news, for it has always been this way, since ever. We just don't know about it much, that's what seems to make it news.

Anyway, the world I was in before, and where me and my body were called Nico Nuthouse, and the world where I am now, or seem to be, well, both worlds are just about as crazy or insane like. It seems to me that there is a better world somewhere, but that I have not found it as yet. In other words, by leaving my body in the ice-cubicle, with a ticket on my toe, and coming overhere, I really did not become wiser one bit. And I am sorry about that, a lot. My teach however laughs a lot, just like I do, and we make the best of it. Why my teach, is my teach, is because he is somewhat more mature, and has been around the wheel many more times than I have. He said that he fell into earth-mind more times as that he can remember, while every time he learned something different, but yet he cannot really tie all the loose ends together. Whatever they are. Somehow he says, the only way to learn is, to do it on earth, the trouble is, that once you get there, there are so many other things that distract your attention, that it is almost impossible to keep your purpose in your nugget, if it ever was there! Anyhow, he should know, for he looks like a cosmic yo-yo, and I told him so. He laughed like crazy, and told me, Nico, you're as smart as my teacher's teacher. And he lives in the regions of casual mindedness. Vibrations are so fast where he lives, that we do not even see a blurr. So there, he says.

Wherever I am now, which is a certain place in mind, the cosmic mind, I find that I cannot learn as much, as I could on earth, wherever that was? You see, every time I start to think about something, I am doing it! When I think about Hank, I'm with him and I can see his nimbus. It glows like a rainbow in bloom! Hank writes a lot, and his thoughts are movements on the space around him. I try to catch them, but somehow my hands are leaky. They cannot grab onto anything in the world of solidness, and also not to Hank's thoughts. My mind, or whatever I think with, sometimes understands Hank's thoughts. But most of the time, Hank thinks beyond my mind. It makes me sad, for I feel that I miss what I should know. I should have listened to Hank while I was in his world of bricks. The world of 'acting-out' as I call it here, is a very tricky bottle of wax. It's real alright, but somehow, it seems to disappear on you if you don't keep thinking about it.

Sometimes it's boring, and other times I can't keep up. It's weird as hell! Whatever I experience over here, is what I think of myself! In other words, I seem to continually create what I experience. I create my own reality over here immediately. My teach says, that's what you always do, either here, or where you came from. That is what you are supposed to learn you dope! Don't you know that? And then I said to him, do you mean that the people in hell, and the people in heaven create their own surroundings? He looked at me, and smiled very sneaky. Anyway, he's right. We do create our own reality where I am now. And come to think of it, that's what I did on earth! Except in the solid world of earth, it seems to be different. But it isn't!

My teach says, that our reality, wherever we are in mind, is the product of our thoughts. So there he says! Whatever you think, either now, or thought of in the past, either is or becomes your reality. That's why, whatever you experience, is what you deserve! You are the creator of it! And he says, you might not be God, but for sure, you are the Creator! You are the maker of your own reality, miserable or pleasurable. You deserve what you get! I looked at him, and he smiled like a snake in heat. And then, slowly, he reminded me of Hank. For Hank told me once, Nico, he said, believe it or not, I cannot really help you, for all of us, all of us alone, are responsible for all we are, and experience! And all I can tell you Nico, is, project love, project love, until you're either dead or have reached the Kingdom.

Yah, imagine, that's what Hank said. Well, the only thing he could have meant is, that every one, wherever he is, should treat another as himself, and love him. For only by loving yourself, which is everybody, can you ever find peace of mind or satisfaction. Come to think of it, Hank told me many things, but at the time, I thought he was crazy! Hank knew all along, that there is but one being! Or one mind! And that you and I, wherever we are, are that one mind, seemingly divided into many beings, because the one mind we are, is dreaming to be everbody and his uncle. So there. That's what I think!

Knowing all this however, somehow does not make me totally happy. But my teach says, only by living what you know, and keeping your mind on the acts of helping others, can you promote yourself. While by promoting yourself, you promote everybody! For they are YOU!  Anyway, by listening to my teach, and by remembering what Hank said, I know that life is forever, and that it is impossible to disappear from the face of the universe. Because we are the universe! We are the creators of it, and by our thoughts, it is formed, created, or manifested, or whatever you want to call it. And although right now I cannot see any stars and galaxies, or whatever else I thought I saw before, was nothing but sensing. For seeing is sensing. My sensing or feeling was a mental activity. For I was the force, sitting right behind my senses, experiencing whatever creation was and is all about.

My dead body never experienced a thing for when I left it, I knew that I was the operator of a universal machine or spacesuit, that made it possible, to seemingly live on Earth. While earth, or any other physical place, is a place in mind or consciousness, and part and parcel of the dream we dream. That's why I call earth, dreamland. For everybody there, dreams and dreams, for everybody except Hank, is asleep! That's why Hank started to smile one day when I asked him, Hank, why is it that I feel as if I am fast asleep, while my eyes are wide open? Yah, he smiled, very sneaky. And then he said, Nico, only our dreams will awaken us, so don't worry about anything. Just keep chasing Devils, and do the best you can with what you have!

I told him, that I would, and I have done so ever since. Now however, now that I am in astral-land, I can see indeed that our lives on earth are but lessons or dreams, that seem to be real at the time. Looking back however, I don't know what all the fuss was all about for I have lost track of time, and the only thing I can remember is, that I tried very hard, and that my attitude towards myself and others was very pleasant. And that is what counts. Attitude is ALL! That's what my teach says, and I believe him. By the way, my teacher used to be Nero! Remember Nero? Well, he's all right. I love him! At one time, we went back over the time, he and I were in the world of solidness, and looking back, we laughed like hell. What a dream that was. Boy, oh boy! He can still shout, like he did then...

Well dear readers, I must leave you where you are and stick around where I am for now. I have no plans to leave here for a while. I need a rest my teach says.  We deserve to loll about and sense or feel what is going on here.  He says, practise makes perfect. I'm glad he is my teach, I love him...