The Trigyalon Complex - R.K. Galvez (e book free reading .TXT) 📗

- as if some new world[s] had opened up before my very eyes. This was surely something spiritual…

 

Despite perspiring heavily - causing small puddles to form around me - I managed to disinfect my portable electronic computing device [which I am now composing my record on, even though it is my benefactors' device; they have kindly leased it to me. It is often covered in strange sticky secretions; and pieces of tissue for some strange reason...I cleaned it thoroughly with sugar soap and boiled urine]….

 

…After this minor procedure, I immediately took off for Hampstead Heath. I never usually reached my destination, due to being dragged off-course by unexpected random events…I always expected these random unexpected events, of course. I remembered, this time, not to trust my eyes. I put everything to the back of my small mind - even my recurring dreams of being sectioned - and set off, on foot, to my leafy idyll.

 

This strange idyll, in pseudo-ruralized London, forced me to realize that I had a cold - an awful one at that. I then remembered all the perished - those unlucky sacrifices; the entire world's pain stabbed me like a crystal sword through the cerebral cortex. I now know that being powerless is like being constantly trapped in a hypostatic state…

 

…It is strange really but the majority of people are locked in their own tax/wage slave [or purchased existences]. I was locked in this strange alienation; I was sure I had become invisible at this point, which suited me fine, as people quickly walked away without noticing me. I had not become invisible on this realm since my encounter with Mr Napier…

 

…I was very cold in my ragged attire - which had always looked rather shabby - was in urgent need of repair. However, I had started to construct a crude blanket from the peel of the soft fruits I had consumed earlier [which I had kept as a possible power source if I found any need for it, maybe in the future]. It was a good idea as peel decomposes and, despite its strange aroma, it can be very warming….

 

O LIGHT! O LIGHT!

 

And, if you focus your mind on the by-products, you might be able to transcend all reality. Ecstatic Acid Regulator required. Flies plagued me and I knew I had been put under some primitive curse; it was also very hot. But that didn't matter to me - I had been cursed many times. I stumbled afar and found an ancient tree. It wasn't hollow inside - it was strong; its wet bark was warm. It was glowing.

 

As the sun set, I knew I would be transported somewhere. Where? Who knows or cares; I needed some quality time off Earth and that was all that mattered. But I needed to send some form of transportation back to attempt to help people on this hell-realm. I realized that maybe Noah's ark was really about a huge spacecraft [possibly alien] that rescued everyone who didn't want to kill each other and take refuge from some horrendous all-consuming conflict, erased from history [as history is always deceptive]. The innocent ark...

 

I felt a chill wind pass through me, and it ripped across the entire vista. It was a glowing wind: I heard it snap branches, and move litter, and clumps of earth; it was there - something from another realm. It might have been coming for me, as it was being piloted erratically, but it vanished before I could see it clearly. I cursed my luck, and stared at the ancient tree, making sure it was free from fungus.

 

LIGHT! DARK! SHOW ME THE FIRE!

 

…This gave me an idea of what to do and where to go [it might take immense time and inevitably cause me great pain] and I was filled with a hope which I had not felt for a long time. I was pleased that I didn't hug this tree; however, as the communal enforcement operative pulled me away quite sternly. He had over-exerted himself; tears were forming in his dull deadened eyes. Obviously, my invisibility had worn off. All I could do, in this case, was to kindly ask him if he was going to ask me to flow his tears... 

 

Chapter 75 Disciple Schmooze Orgy [Not another D-Scape-Mind-Mapping Dimension Networker Control Freak...Do I have to fuck someone who claims to be famous again?...]

 

The Realist’s View:

 

Looking at the extract, it made me think how it had missed its designated target audience. They definitely had no well-connected agent. As a researcher, and someone who regularly sells themselves as a business schmoozer, I knew how to read these things; common people are just unable to get it. The audience always needs to be comfortably middle-class[also known by the posh knobs as Miranda-Fleabag syndrome]...They have no confidence as they don't know ANYONE! Elitism has to be necessary, of course. It has become a form of quality control int he echo chamber...The whole piece creaked badly; obviously, it was the product of a delusional mind...

 

This hopeless idiot was too deranged to get it on and I concluded it was the work of a drug-addled trashy pulp hack...Not every original, of course...They will never schmooze enough contacts to get anywhere, I thought. They need to get used to doing whatever it takes. WHATEVER IT TAKES! They should play safe and make sure it flows in a nice linear narrative; please include an echo-chamber audience with a good dose of visually appealing, mostly privileged, vain-glorious people...Don't forget, there has to be some kind of neatly conveyed edge-of-your-seat ending. You know HBO or Netflix might kill for that kind of dross…

 

...They are really going to have to soley network for at least five years [five years! full-time schmoozing knows no bounds! FIVE FUCKING YEARS! Never thought I would need so many…]...Fuck all the people who are influencers...Oh yes, this sad individual might as well give up if they have not made it by the time they hit twenty-three...If you reach thirty with no respectable agent, you might as well give Digitas a call...Most people have to show potential in the entertainment whore- market by the time they reach twenty...The pornographic muse, Lakky Hardbang, was no exception either… Resurrected pornographic life-death was all the rage...The futuristic system chancing was going pan-dimensional...

 

...Don't worry: if you do not make one of them Future Star/One to Watch lists, you might as well swallow all your meds now...You’re usually washed up by the time you’re thirty anyway, as the pre-destined stereotypes tell you. What's the point of anything by then anyway? They can't live a celebrity lifestyle for free can they? How many times can you keep bankrupting yourself? Or even pretend to be dismayed by that so-called unknown sex film footage going viral. I wish I had a pair of those space boots Ripley wears in ‘Aliens’…I started thinking of the hacks I might know...Who could have sent me this esoteric drivel?

 

…Only a few spring to mind, like Galvez and his weird lot....They would print off their crude stream of consciousness toils on toilet paper, if you allowed them the scope to do so, of course. These toilet paper terrors are always slightly mad. Looking for TP for holes to bung. Thankfully commercial, conservative society bans these outdated eccentrics…Confine them to the underground, that sounds good to civilized society…

 

However, it did make me think (futuristically); I wondered if anything can be garnered from these useless ramblings? Probably not, but I decided to keep investigating; I needed to go back to 1975 but I’m tempted to fast-forward to 2345. It’s really good there, I will definitely go back. There must be a lot of exo-planets to have a good time on…

 

8. "The whole thing makes me sick!" [V. van Gogh.]

 

…Salutations [Censored for their own protection]; Thanks for your message; it's definitely one of the most friendly messages I've received from anyone on this [social networking] site, and I was pleased to receive such a delightful message...I can sense that your aura is one of light...I myself am in the U.K., I don't know if you mean you've actually moved [over] here to London, U.K.?... I don't know how long you're going to be here for[it's a rip off over here, isn't it?...]...But I am not in the USA, if there's any confusion there...I was a bit confused by that, but I get confused a lot and very easily...And yes, I'm pretty bad at pool....

….Of course, I am friendly but I would feel I'm somewhat taking advantage of your trust by the fact that I do not feel very sociable all the time...It's a meds thing, as I'm hoping you might understand...So, in short, I can have some pretty bad mood swings.....As you know, I try to harness my ego and use many forms of medications to do this, so I can refrain from being a permanently moody person on here, even more so when trying to be friendly to people...

…However, I hope you're not this forward to everyone you meet online...I would warn that the online world can be full of strange, dangerous, people and you should be cautious in distributing your information...Feel free to chat some more to me over [censored social network: needs to pay me for plug] so we can get to know each other a lot better and, hopefully, if you are in London we can meet sometime -- you must be familiar with London's Southbank? [Confusion aside, I hope you know what I'm talking about?...]......It's up to you if you want to send me pictures of yourself - that right is up to you and I respect your image rights -- though please do not feel forced to do so...I'm interested in people and their free spiritual essence; if you decide to send them and it pleases you to do so; but I am not really drawn by visuals -- I am of a different kith...], as I've lost the password for my [censored] account and I just use it as a username now; I usually forget to check emails for a long time anyway, as it's easier just to have these networking things...

…I am not exactly an oil painting, after an unsuccessful suicide attempt in 2005 after thinking I was possessed after taking way too much mescaline with modified magic mushrooms [Blue Meanies in the morning…Blue Meanies at night…] and for "breakfast", sampling some kind of Datura compound, a so-called acquaintance introduced me to, with a wash down of some San Francisco Sun... I recommend moderation...

…By the way, if you're interested in[the] arts - primal rage, wordism, esoteric shenanigans and the full gamut of psychotherapies – then, maybe, we can also meet on WEbook, or BookRix...I don't know if I've already mentioned that I'm not on [censored social network] much...I tend to contribute works to these kind of sites, mainly as I don't get ignored too much or weird too many people out...It's free, slightly non-competitive, not packed with adverts and trend-stuff [though it's creeping in] and you can exchange ideas and chat about all sorts of things.....I look forward to finding out more about you and if you ever want to know what I'm like, I'll sum up it up for you: I've lived, for the most part, in the UK all my life; my parents live separate lives but still get on swimmingly well: my dad is a bisexual ex-curator who spends most of his time in Spain; and my mum is a lesbian florist, who lives in Norfolk, England...

…My sibling and step-siblings are annoying, all are trendies in London, as I still see them now and again, they move around a fair bit... And they travel abroad a lot too, and I have occasionally gone with them [past and present, when I feel up to it and they're paying, of course]; but I decided to drop out of formal mainstream school before secondary level and was home-schooled by my uncle [who is now a woman, and my aunt...at the