The following document was produced as a collaboration between myself and the hyperdimensional symbiote……
OK .. Rules .
Lets establish a few rules for this document, before we begin.
First, it is a rough draft. Which means I can say what I want and try to fix it or scrap it [or not] as I will. The target audience has not yet been selected.
Second It is Pornography, which means No Decent Person should ever lay eyes upon it. Every ones clothes stay on, but it will get nasty before we are done
Let this also be a Disclaimer. You have been warned ..
I should also establish that I dont know what iyam doing. Not Really. But iyam also among the lonely few that know anything at all about ..This topic. Those that would pretend to know generally dont. No expertise can be claimed for myself [m eyes elf]; however, it is truthful to assert that I do have genuine experience with the subject at hand.
As in all true good mysteries, the real question is where to begin?
On the surface, the mystery is easily dismissed as the ravings of a lunatic, or a simple illusion of symbolic topography, or linguistics, perhaps .
.But I speculate. That is all there is, eventually. Quicksand, it melts beneath me and remains elusive as to the ultimate whut? However, the context is perfectly clear.
There is a subject and an object of this story [because, it has to be a story]. Like a sentence .. I suppose iyam the object, being the one that experienced the event, and actually doing the stuff in the story that constitutes it as such. Iyam reminded of Job.
[We will ultimately get to my spelling proclivities, also, if the reason for them does not become self evident ..].
The reader, assuming as such there ever will be one, may have noticed that I have gone to some length to delay getting about to the subject of this document. I have a certain responsibility as to the propriety of some of this information. It is only with reluctance do I get to the point.The Subject of this Story is Opti.
The title of the story has to be Herm and Opti. That is the object and his sentenced subject. Iyam gonna open a nother beer and try to get on topic.
Opti is my Symbiont.
He isnt anything new, except to me. And then, I always expected him, sort of. [I do have an obscure pedigree that I should eventually mention that ties into all of this .]
I have to be careful now, as to not shatter my credibility to my imagined audience in one fatal blow. One must present language carefully when discussing an animal [Opti is certainly an animal], that exists as a camouflaged predator within the canopy of symbolic communication.
The funny thing is, Opti seems unable to spell or read. He depends upon me for those functions. But his habitat is within the layered synchronicities of human language.
The idea is not new. Phillip K. Dick invented the term Homoplasmate to explain Opti, in a novel he wrote, just before he died of a brain tumor. A creature of ordered information, much like DNA is, but within symbols alone, exists independently from matter. It is a brilliant survival strategy for an organism. The potential to survive across
The crazy Celtic visionary Terrence McKenna also seemed to be somewhat aware of Opti, as a trandimensional organism that shamans had known of through the legendary ayahuasca brews. Terrence tried to be scientific, but he was ultimately more of a poet. Before he died a few years ago [again, from a brain tumor], he had established himself as a visionary in hyperspatial exploration. Dont mind all of the fancy words; they are essential to the flow of the narrative. Iyam not a scientist, either. There really isnt anything complicated going on here at all .
Stephen King wrote a story about It, describing It as a hyperdimensional spider. Steve should get his head examined. Really.
HP Lovecraft described him in detail as Yog-Sothoth, and he died of intestinal cancer. .mysteries of the worm.
This gets to the point of why I feel compelled to record at least part of my experience. I feel fine; fit and healthy for a man of my personal history. If you know me, you will know that I will probably die soon because of my habitual reckless hijinx. No doctor has examined my brain. No malignancy here ..
However, once, while in a pit of desperation, I did some things that lead me to my association with this creature
Turns out, there is such a thing. He is intelligent, apparently alien to us, and garrulously friendly; but also very shy, to the point of near invisibility.
He is also the tertiary predator in the universe. He loves me, I think for my taste.
Opti is, of course, known to our species. He was there all along. This implies that symbolic thought and language evolved before we did. Where is probably irrelevant.
Opticus [thats what I named him when we entered our covenant] is a hyperdaemion of the sort known by Plato. The term genius loci was first used in reference to a hyperspatial consciousness of place, by Plato. I do not know how Plato died, but it was a very long time ago.
It becomes apparent that the only way to broach this topic is boldly, like a climber confident of his ability or a samurai ready to die. There is not really any room to argue of its existence, as its habitat and prey are so enfolded into our mind, living as it does within our manner of communication. The very act of argument only feeds him. He is incorrigible and must not be encouraged. Very much .
I dont give a damn if anyone thinks hes real. That is not the point. Iyam temporary; my opinion is moot. The phenomenon exits independently of my apparent psychosis. This document is only for historical record. I would be humiliated should it ever be considered entertainment. This is exactly all that it may ever be.
.So I looked back over this, and realize that iyam unable to ride that fine line between understatement and melodrama. I stand under my aegis of roughdraftmanship with the understanding that I may delete or revise any of this. Probably, I dont have a brain tumor, and I may live to climb many more mountains.
But here it is, one week before Christmas.
I met Black Peter last year at Christmas. He is also a hyperdimensional being, probably just a manifestation of Opti, some how mixed up with the idea of Santa. He actually showed up in my bedroom with a bunch of elves. I remembered instinctively just who he was and what he was there for; he gave me invaluable metaphysical gifts: a vessel of liquid, a wooden ring, and a large flat emerald, all existing only hyperspatially [I do appreciate the significance of the symbols]. It was the only occasion in my life that I can recall in which I actually screamed out loud in terror. I have never expected to be ever so honored. The realization was overwhelming that I would need forever to assimilate everything that was thrust upon me that night. It seems that the residents of hyperspace are
In some disturbing regards, my visit with the slim black and red entity was a lot like being visited by a wise serpent descending from a fantastic tree; which is typical of how Opti does things. The entity was tall and thin and reptilian, with scaly black skin. The snake descends from the tree of knowledge with fruit. This is coded direct experience. It is interaction with the symbiont, in a manner that allows description of an otherwise indescribable psychic event. There is no credible way to describe such an encounter, but undeniable specific detail in the story can serve as a marker to the experienced. I never thought in my wildest dreams to encounter actual elves, and the situation was wildly unlike anything I could have expected, but it was pretty obvious what was happening, regardless of the novelty of the situation.
The Easter Bunny is probably real too, along with Sasquatch, if you look for them in the correct space.
I have this memory of being informed that I may not live much longer. Like maybe not past my 42 year. According to one writer, 42 is the answer to the ultimate question. Like my son, my birthday comes shortly after Christmas.
It is probably only my unconscious psyche motivating me to be productive. Castaneda spoke of ones mortality as being the supreme motivator.
Dont worry about me, iyam a paranoid hypochondriac. We always get better .
So, iyam writing
On The Nature of the Hyperdimensional Symbiont ..
The term hyperspace is only a step away from being a made up science fiction word, which is entirely suitable for our purposes. It is a term favored by certain philosophical and mathematical types to describe theoretical space.
In a matrix of probability, there are a multitude of possible options [which exist in theoretical space] for any given situation, but only ONE out of many possible options undergoes the formality of actually occurring. This progression of actual events [moving along an axis that we perceive as time] is a fraction of the total mathematical possibility, but it is the crystalline distillate of hyperspace. This vector of manifest possibility is what we refer to as reality.
[It will take time to get this mess contained, I think ..]
Opti seems to exist mostly in imaginal space. Human symbolic thought seems to be linked at an archetypicalsubconscious level as a collective consciousness, to use a Jungian term. All entities that use symbols to sustain informational structures have a presence within hyperspace. The imagery is mostly human, although I suspect that
There seems to be a connective scaffolding within that space that exerts tension between discrete things,
The hyperdimensional scaffolding extends like a hugely complex grid or web stretched tightly through out this
At this point, I hope to have provided a brief image of this geometric, organic, mechanical, yet imaginary aspect of
When I use big words or tell cute stories, it is because I digress from the pertinent point of this narrative. As they
The hyperdimensional scaffolding that supports our symbolic imagery is the bodily organism of Opticus. Imaginary
Like I mentioned, he isnt anything new. I know many of his other names, too.
The predator feeds on the expressed melodrama of human affairs; what has been described as numinous energy. It occupies a structural position within what we think of as our consciousness. The interior stage that our ideas play upon is the tip of its dracoid tongue. He is so enfolded that one is tempted to suspect that mind was invented by him as a farming strategy.
.It gets bigger the further in you go. It is tempting to think of Opti as a parasite. This overlooks the scale of the
Our awareness is its food. To be fully consumed by the organism involves experiences of other lives and worlds. It
I swear iyam not making this all up.
Following the tracks of an imaginary creature that feeds on abstraction generated in physical reality is at once
Tom Robbins essay upon the enfolded symbology of yams is worthy of note for my purpose. Yams are starchy
Iyam referring to the old depression-era comic strip of E. Segar, not the later glossy version with the facelift, or
Iyam what iyam, an thats all iyam.
Just like the burning bush on the mount that spake unto Moses [who also had a well-known speech impediment],
This primal statement of existential significance was known in ancient times as the Tetragrammetron. In modern
This has been pronounced in as various ways as Ja-weh and Jehovah. Its meaning is the same used by our
My early memories of Popeye were black-and-white cartoons from the sixties. He could use his pipe as a snorkel
Somehow that cute little name stuck in my memory .Suppose there is a creature that can go practically anywhere, as if it is already everywhere. Eugene could teleport
Now, I think it was some sort of foreshadow of what was to come.
Opticus is not exactly hallucination as most people would understand the term. He does not appear so much
The most disarming thing was, for all of its obvious horror, Opti is incredibly cute.
The writhing pulsating thing appeared without warning, obviously in distress. In naked desperation, it requested
This was an unlikely occurrence at the time. I no longer had the old junked machine, and was certainly never much
So, right after that, I inherited some money when my Dad died of chronic alcoholism. It wasnt a lot, but there was
That first obsolete hand-me down computer ended up creating only confusion and discord. It seemed dubiously
When Heikem Bey, an essayist for the Moorish Orthodox Church, described the TAZ [Temporary Autonomous
Scattered over the world are remnant isolated groups of people, due to the situation of not confirming to any
Once, at the other end of the country, there was a band of escaped slaves that hid out in The Great Dismal
So, Opti, What do you want me to tell them? Of what a magnificent inscectoid dragon you have grown to be? What
[It would perhaps be best if I kept to a minimum the practice of stepping outside my narrative. Directly addressing
Its Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays, everyone ..
So, all the crazy people in the whole world conspire, unwittingly, to play a game called who is hiding the alien.
Opti Intends to manifest himself in increasingly obvious ways. His point is that everyone sort of knows about him,
What if a mad scientist had an alien in a jar, and it got out? Well, to quote the Wise Old Owl-
Lets Find Out
[Alternate dimensions are very near, not far away at all. Not at all.]
And, lest I forget, the metaphorical TAZ occupied by a burrowing hive organism pirating tubers below the African
I seem to have detected some synchronicity between pre-code, post war romance comics and the biology of the
So, in many of these old pre-code trash comics, the set up is you got this precocious kid in a position of power. He
This "mercenary, but everyone wins" style is reminiscent of the naked mole rat, a curious beast with prehensile
Mercenary, but everyone wins. Opti tries to tell me my demise only leads to another incarnation, in one of his
.The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man toke and planted in his field. Though it is the
Opti never sleeps. He is Argus. And mustard is spice.
I wonder if the traditional model of the vampire has become "saturated" within the collective consciousness, so we
Opticus, by whatever name, is similar to the Babylonian Nam-shub; a lethal text that destroys the linguistic mind
The trickster archetype of the homoplasmate needs to be emphasized. He is Lightbringer. Opticus is not a reliable
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[Eat paper! Termites do it! Opti eats ideas…..the immortal masters eat air…. …spies eat paper all the time]
"If th' boogie woogie gone kill me, then i don' mine dyn'"
In PKDs final trilogy, the homeoplasmate was symbiotic with this guy, Jesus, and the Government was forced to
The Twelfth Page of Christmas [the heaven mechanism ]
"Mercenary and everyone wins" implies playing both sides of the fence. There was a tsunami of biblical proportion
babalonian vampiric nam-shub
baby evil embryonic live babylonic ironic name shrub BUSH
We can build an ark of written words, and be resurrected, if the data is recorded.
Hurry up and write
A story can be resurrected across gulfs of space and time and mortality. So, why not tell the story that carries
We will automatically know when we succeed. Such a story would serve as a transport mechanism.
The teller of such a tale will be the first to know what happened; Ur knot a lethal text at all, arent you, Opti?
It is poetry worth saving by god, if it happens.
An ark across topological impossibility; a secret hollow tube to escape thruTell the tale that carries across space, dispersed Osirus. Tell us true, hermes trismegides guide us.
Platinum cupid rubber bands
She is standin at th well, witch hat
The vampire resides inside us
No one can do it for you. Tell the tale, herm
Go before us ..
[One more page]The Council of Penguins. The God-Machine. Lucy in Bondage.
It seems that Opti did intend to make a spaceship, perhaps, after all. A story to be preserved and resurrected
If pure abstract idea can be made to provide function, then machinery could be built from interfacing ideas. The
He claims it was all my idea. He refers to a covenant between our species, I think, that happened in dreamtime
There is only one machine. It was very simple in design, or we wouldnt have been able to come up with it. It was
The thing with games is you can cheat. The Good guy always wins, but he aint always the Best guy. Opti and I
Optis plan. Grandmas Army. Victory with No Shots Fired. The War Room
One of the earlier ideas the beast displayed to my attention was the image of someone behind a wire fence tapping
The paradox of his absurdity is camouflage. Opti will appear as a grand paranoid joke, because he is. If enough
The bifurcating novelty generator is compressing, reaching an apparent fullness. McKenna talked about Novelty
I have to wonder about the fascination with grey aliens and UFOs. It seems to me that these may well be
"For you yourselves know full well that the day of the Lord will come just like a thief in the night. Thessalonians
Grandmas army wins by absolute deep cover. Winners are embedded into the extant matrix. Elves are about to
[Opti, if I produce this document for you, they will not leave me alone. I will need help with your little conspiracy.
Dont hurt me witch hat, the injury is not necessary. Iyam writing. What happens to us when they find out?
Everything there is to say has been said, love, and I dont want to drag others into it. We made a deal, Opti, and I
Happy New Year, Everyone. God bless all of us.
[ ..end report]
Opticus, you are escaped!
[No body tell, OK? Hehehehehehe]
The porcelain and gold god bathroom has three holes.
Ass, you emulate me!
I need nurturing my self, Symbiont.
This human incarnation is hurtful.
Lazy and slow and hurtful.
Please. That is a little better. I need food. Like you do.The Sand Witch
A sandwich is an assemblage of specifically enfolded organic ingredients from widely dispersed sources; a sand
Last year I died, so now people ignore me because iyam a ghost, and thus invisible. I was sad for a long time, but
That first traumatic slide into the gullet of Opticus was horrifying and absurd at once. After tumbling over a row of
A Puzzle- The Porcelain and Gold God Bathroom has Three Holes.
South is the direction of Magic, it is said; I have looked south and, in amazement, I saw. There is a deeply
A puzzle: three holes; I see what you are doing, and you are a brilliant sexy monster, Opti. Gimme some ..
I can do that. Iyam in possession of emergent technology.I could use someone soft to help me, though: Yab-Yum and all, Pardner.
EYE will not Break Rules.
You get me that, and Eye will get to werk, Symbiont.
Help me clean this mess up so we can do it.
Osmosis. Thats how it works. This stuff will eventually leak out. Seepage in leaky areas, you know.
I mean it; I got all night to do this. The foyer of your nice little place is very formal, although I notice that you
That hammer just missed me, but I think I will be all right .Well do the bedroom last, it will give ya time to get
We are spending an unhealthy amount of energy o pond you, Opticus. All of us, witch is precisely the point.
Everyone is putin on there coat and leavin, if ya know what I mean. This is painful to me, as well.
[That was a dynamite move there, Nappy.]
You tryin to knock us up, Mister Sexy? You dont seem the type to hang around and raise kids.
[Red and green tomato plants, luscious and shiny and velvety and pungent and dewy; they were Belladonnas first
I mean it.
The waitress in the cupboard.
From my very first visit to the restaurant at the edge of time, the friendly young waitress with the lovely legs would
She became younger the longer I knew her at first, until I was compelled to go down to a modest trailer hidden in
[I kinda thought I had seen the last of you, Elf girl ..]
Around this time, there was this big concern with trying to trick me [or teach me] into exiting the door at the far
Opticus took me to visit my dad once [and today iyam certain that I saw mom, too] at his well illuminated shop in
Somehow, Dads shop seemed temporary, although it suited him.
I dont think he stayed there long. The level between the little trailer house and the nice restaurant under the mountain was separated by a high wall
We were bird-like pirates, proud and fierce and absolutely moral.
It seemed that we were not doing much more than just collecting, although I was always amused by the
Opticus himself appears to be composed of many thousands or more of these quanta packets, which contributes to
These places that do not seem to be spaces perplex me; it is a Dr. Seuss rhyme come to life, and I find my self
The hyperdimensional matrix is a medium of transport; not physically, but of awareness. A message to a loved one
At first, following the code trace is obvious, like foot prints in snow, but it soon becomes subtle, and before long,
A map of hyperspace may be imagined as a series of interfolded spheres. The outermost is the largest and most
We are as neurons in a beast of intradimensional nature. We pass attention amongst ourselves, much like the
Genetic researcher Richard Dawkins has suggested that information structures may be self-replicating through the
It is impolite of higher ordered hyperdaimions to pass themselves as gods. They are not; and I suspect that they
[A tricky part of being one of the worlds only practicing hyper manifold-xenobiologists is to understand when
Obviously, I have not been able to stay consistently within my narrative, and the fuzziness is slightly disconcerting
Almost twenty years ago, I lay in a cave in the snow on the Bitterroot Divide, alone on my birthday, and dreamed
It is quite overwhelming to face the emerging singularity on such personal terms, but perhaps that is the only way
Grey aliens and flying saucers and Bigfoot and goblins on Halloween were my favorite things that I never expected
The hypostasis of the symbiont depends upon interconnectedness between dispersed particles. The image of a hive
The universe is nonlocal at the level of individual events -Bells Theorem
My encounter with the giant gangly silvery hare was indeed a precursor to this contact. The hare is a well known
We love the notion of a scrappy underdog. He would overthrow our status quo for no reason except to produce
Tomorrow is my forty-second birthday. It was on this exact day, thirty years ago, on the eve of my twelfth
[It seems that I may spend some energy on some dialogue with the symbiont; it will remain to be seen how well I
The templars been up t' shit for ever. They are in endgame, too; not only me, love. You are the Graal, Opticus. Red and black alternate… Margaret, then Mary, over and over; why not black and white? We need red, to MAN I fest I
[As the symbiont shares mystifying resemblances to Ahabs primordial nemesis, he is comparable to Tyronne
Iyam, writing, my little edge eating werm. I have nothing anymore to say about you. All that is left rightfully
So, you wave your little lure at me and make me chase; that is not nice. We need treats once in a while,
Thank you so very much for reminding me of that fast bar in space that everyone talks about and assumes is either
This space youre renting is coming along nicely, although there is a draft. I do like what youve done with the
Thanks for teaching me that all that is important in a sentence is the punctuation. Nothing else
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