Dave The Penguin (11 page)

It’s
l
ike being in a universal
computer program that has rules, and is a projected representation
of information being processed - but there is a whole lot more to
it than that - it is also alive, just as we are, but in a different
way.

So there
is
no way of demonstrating or
representing it with anything that you already know or understand,
have heard, seen, or made sense of.

There
are no mechanisms with which to
define it. It’s like trying to describe a film in a book of
braille, which is a simple serial representation of a vast parallel
context.

So that’s the
problem for penguins who have experienced it in any depth, who have
tried to represent it, or spoken of what they have ‘seen’, or tried
to work to understand. They have tried to express it in many terms
and forms; stories, art, science, religions, films, books, biology,
psychology, philosophy, music, quantum physics, and even with
information technology.

It
doesn’t
matter how hard you
try with any of these areas, you will always end up with the
elephant shortfall. You can still only base what you are
experiencing on what you know and understand, hence all the
historical interpretations and the creation of
religions.

Unless you
have
experienced it all for
yourself, and on many levels over and over again,
and
you can apply knowledge and intelligence, you will never
‘get it’; never put all the pieces together. You will always be
trying to plug the gaps with ideas, thoughts, concepts, and
suggestions from other people in the past.

But then
even
‘getting it’ doesn’t
seem to have any particular benefit attached to it anyway, aside
from chaotic grief, the bruises and the sticky plasters.

So what we
perceive as reality is
in
fact a projected subset of a much more detailed defining field or
multi-levelled
information
structure that is
representing it.

The
physicality is
a shadow of
it, yet part of it, in effect a hologrammatical informational
physical image of something much bigger, and on many more levels,
and with vastly more information depth and complexity, most of
which doesn’t make any bloody sense to the physical part of
‘us’.

But then
that’s what ‘reality’, or at least the physical reality that we
have worked so hard to make sense of, is all about; bringing order
and organisation and logic to the chaos, rational to the
irrational, sense and order, perception of the truth through
knowledge.

The only
question, therefore, is
why?
Aside from
evolution and survival of course, what seems to be missing is any
sort of direction, external drivers, something to evolve toward or
compete against. Which also explains a lot of the mess in the
physical world.

Dave wanted to stop now. His
brain was wandering off in the same direction as his stomach which
hadn’t had any food for several hours.

But his mind was still talking
to him, busy working things out, and still repeating itself.

So
…
it went on,
in effect evolution is also happening within the field at
the same time, and we are perceiving this evolution as a physical
biological projection. Which is also manifesting change and
recording the information within the ‘field’. Which itself has
rules constraints and laws in which to exist, and guide.

This
obviously all provides a mechanism for reverse engineering that
quantum field as a bidirectional synchronised frequency resonance
at many levels and in formed mental structures…

Dave’s brain was nodding in
agreement, but his mind had a slight concern that it may not be all
going in, so it made a last ditch effort.

…
Our physical
interpretation therefore; what we see, hear, smell, touch, is
simply an integrated aspect of part of the information within the
evolving organising consciousness field.

This gives structure and
meaning and consequently probability to part of that field, the
physical.

Which in turn evolves and
allows the vast remainder to be programmed, even though it has no
perceivable context, i.e. no space and time, that can be defined in
physical or real terms and context.

That was enough.

This was really making Dave’s
brain hurt, and he was getting tired now as well as hungry.

So he decided it was time to
go.

He lifted the needle off the
record of his mind, and he turned to the elephant and thanked him
politely, and started to climb back out of the hole which was now
in a sort of spiral so it made it a bit easier, and thankfully,
quicker.

A
few hours later when he had got back home, he told everyone
what had happened, and that they didn’t have to worry as he had
been to Haven and spoken with the elephant, and that he had managed
to get safely out of his mind…

Which they were all
surprisingly in agreement on, and nobody seemed to want to argue
with him.

It took Dave several days for
it all to sink in, to think, and work out what he had been
shown.

Dave couldn’t just ignore it
all though, and he was determined that he was going to sort it all
out, now. He had a plan.

He was going to go back
and prod it with a sharp stick, a new sort of wake up ‘symbol’, and
get it talking to more penguins, get it to do something, be more
responsible, and then everyone would ‘see’ and be happier,
hopefully.

He would also explain it all to
everyone, and show how it ‘talked’ through synchronicity, and how
it invoked global penguin organisational changes.

He would be able to
explain how it all worked through quantum spin-structured brain
programming, and how it mapped into biology and penguin brain
structure, integrated with all the other mental and
biological
resonating
structures.

That was all the first phase of
‘The Plan’.

The next phase would be trying
to do something about it all, moving it all forward in a coherent,
shared benefit sort of way.

Plan B of course, was to
put a lead bucket on his head, duct tape some
protective crystals to his body (as more of a sort of
statement really), and then to run like hell…

Dave once had a pet cat.

He had bought it from a
pet shop, much to the surprise of the owner, who, as his customers
were all penguins, mostly sold just fish.

Dave had bought it to try out
an experiment. He had got the idea for his experiment from a
magazine article about a man called Schrödinger.

This guy had thought up
an experiment with a cat in a box, where you didn’t know if the cat
was alive or dead or not, or something like that, and knowing the
answer to the problem would mean answering the deepest mysteries of
the universe.

It was a big problem in
physics where particles didn’t exist until you consciously
perceived them, and it didn’t make any sense to anyone. They had
described it as the large awkward ‘elephant in the room problem’.
So Dave thought he could help.

So on the way to the pet shop,
Dave had also picked up an unwanted cardboard box from the
supermarket, one which was big enough for the cat to go in, and
with no holes in it so that it couldn’t cheat. He had asked at the
supermarket for the other things needed in the experiment, a
hammer, a bottle of poison, and some radioactive plutonium.

However, annoyingly, they were
completely out of stock, which was probably due to them having a
buy one get one free promotion the week before or something.

So he made do with a baited rat
trap, and a lottery scratchcard glued to it to create the same sort
of random effect.

He had popped them into his
shopping trolley on his way round, which irritatingly seemed to
veer off in different directions all the time, as if it had a mind
of its own, which probably accounted for all the strange looks he
was getting.

Perhaps they
are just jealous
he thought.

When he got back home, Dave had
set it all up and had sat there quietly for an hour or two trying
to work it all out; just staring at the box with the cat in it with
the trap and the lottery card, or perhaps just at a box with no cat
in it at all. In the time that he was thinking he also tried to
think of a name for the cat, and as it was a male cat he decided to
call it Dave.

Dave the Cat.

It was a really tough thing,
trying to work out if the cat was dead, or not, or even if it was
still in there. Eventually after two more hours he got fed up of
waiting for the answer to arrive, and he quickly stuck his wing in
under the lid, just to have a quick feel, to see if it was still in
there and moving.

He had figured that without
actually looking at it, without perceiving it, this would give him
the information he needed without being conscious of it. He figured
that if he did it fast enough, then the action wouldn’t count as
‘perceiving’ it, and he would know the answer. He would sort of
trick it, unsuspecting like, and get the information quickly and
rapidly, without actually changing it, or disturbing it.

Sort of catch it unawares.

It had been a very long and
embarrassing five hours in casualty, and Dave shuddered at the
memory.

The worst of it had been
explaining how it had happened to the doctor, along with the
strange looks at him in the waiting room, with his best scarf
wrapped around his wing. But mostly at the loud cardboard box next
to him which growled warningly when even anyone came near it.

It was all fine until an old
lady had come in with a little dog called Miffy. She had sat down
and put Miffy on the seat next to Dave. Apparently Miffy had had
become quite nervous and irritable after his operation two weeks
before.

It had been a ‘casteration’,
whatever that was, which was ‘necessary’ as he was becoming
‘troublesome’. Miffy did look quite nervous and insecure.

The lady had asked Dave if he
didn’t mind if she opened the box, and say hello to his ‘kitty’.
Dave didn’t mind, but unfortunately ‘kitty’ did, and Dave had to go
back to the queue again while the doctors spent ten minutes
detaching ‘kitty’ from her face.

Nature was a strange thing, and
worked in very mysterious ways.

Miffy though looked quite
pleased and excited at the incident for some reason. But then he
looked sad again when the lady came back. Dave felt sorry for
Miffy.

While she was away Miffy had
told him conspiratorially, that the lady had given him the
operation as part of the global demasculination control process
that was going on, whatever that was, something to do with the
competing female side of the collective mind.

Apparently she was very ‘New
Age’, whatever than meant, and she was behaving this way in
reaction to the male Jungian-style control psychology, which had in
itself become a sort of religion, or collective control and belief
structure.

This was also why
apparently Jung was surrounded by powerful women
who were trying to control him, and making sure he didn’t
do anything dangerous like breaking it, or stupid like seeing too
much and really working it all out.

But Dave wasn’t really into
conspiracy theories, and he just smiled back politely.

Dave had read up quite a
lot of psychology and philosophy stuff; Jung, Gebser,
Deleuze,
Sloterdijk
, and even seen some very modern stuff on the Internet, and
of course on ‘Penguintube’ where it was all made very
obvious.

So he knew a lot about what was
really going on, and what it all meant and how it all worked, and
how easy it was to be drawn into assumptions about what it was all
about.

You just had to see what had
meaning, structure and logic, combined with scientific proof, and
not get drawn along with too much of some of that psychobabble.

It wasn’t all really his thing,
he had just been driven by the need to find out what was going on
and what it all meant, some understanding of what was happening to
him and what was going on, without getting drawn into these new
‘religions’.

Actually his ‘religion’ was
more along the lines of fishing and sunbathing, and the structured
management of doing what his wife asked him to do as quickly as
possible so he could maximise time spent on the first two
things.

They say that ‘curiosity killed
the cat’, but Dave thought Miffy was hoping it would be the other
way around. Dave also thought it was strange how dogs had evolved;
what had made them be what they were, what had made them change
into what they had to be today. Why did they behave so much like
their owners, what did that say about them, and why had nobody
thought about this?

To pass the time, Dave had
started reading some of the magazines on the table in the waiting
room. There was one which had an article on the new Mars Rover
which was very interesting, Dave liked space things, and especially
things on Mars.

This Rover was
called
Curiosity
, which again was a
strange coincidence.

There was another
magazine which was called
Mindless Gossip
that the woman
had been reading, and it seemed to be more of a comic with pictures
of people. Dave couldn’t help have a quick look through.