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More than that, I’m now getting Vision, a time-bent greenish
tunnel vision, streaky monochrome cathode, live and direct!
I can see the broadcaster’s stiff profile in front of the huge mike; and a
bow-tied producer in Cubicle A creases his brow at the increasing number of
unscheduled departures from the script, not approved by the Talks Department,
let alone Lord Reith, while his technical assistant gestures at empty SFX
gram decks—where are these huge wind-machines coming from?)
“It was night when my guide reappeared.We made our way back to the hump
of the crude pyramid, now almost totally obscured by snow, where a group of
monks with spluttering torches were pulling back stones from the entrance.
“I was forced to creep under the dragon carvings of the lintel and found
myself crawling into a dark hemispherical space. As my eyes accomodated
themselves to the torchlight, I studied the wall carvings, with their intricate—
and highly explicit—conjunctions of gods, goddesses, humans and
demons . . . As I gazed upon all the writhings of the heavens and the hells I
sensed—nay, I felt in the very essence of my manhood—that universal spasm
of the life-force which transcends particular passions. I realised that the princess
in her palace is ravished by the same divine power that rogers the shopgirl
behind the dance-hall. We are all transmutable energy!”
(The producer looks in terror at his stopwatch. Minutes to go. Before
they’re saved by the second half of the Promenade Concert live from Queen’s
Hall. This is not sound stuff. How to remove this distinguished military man
and explorer discreetly from the airwaves?)
‘. . . I stared at the rock floor. The outline of a human form was etched into
the stone, like a corona of light around a darkened body. Needless to say, there
was no sign of the teacher in the chamber. The monks led me away in silence,
and my companion made it very clear that I was not to mention the matter
again nor attempt to revisit the chamber. We were indeed, asked to leave
within hours. Perhaps the abbot regretted his hospitality.
“Listeners might be forgiven for thinking that this account is merely a
colourful anecdote. But I believe that the deeper understanding of such supernatural
powers will be vital, not only for our individual self-mastery, but for
our national well-being and geo-political destiny. Let me speak plainly—my
European contact could see all too clearly the military and political significance
of these occult secrets. It is no coincidence that the powers now leading
his nation rally under an inverted form of the ancient Tibetan symbol of solar
life-force—the swastika, which—”
SHIT THE CRAZY NOISES IN THIS DAMNED BRAIN OF MINE/
CIRCUITS KEEP BREAKING/SPARKING PAIN like massive white noise
input, demonic cacking great hoots of the stuff . . .
Libros Libertad 