#mrjonmoore audio adventures episode009

Sound Collages - audio adventures

I see the Goddess revealed in an old lady's toothless smile.

birth

life

death

beginning

activity

cessation

creation

growth

grave

parturition

heart

exit

nascency

zest

silence

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It was through many incarnations the Captain learned to understand both himself and this plane of being. True enough with each reincarnation he forgot the lessons from the last but these were always remembered as he lived through each life. In this incarnation, his final journey upon this plane, the Captain had re-formulated his theories before I re-met him.

He has chosen a difficult path this time around. It looked difficult to me and to others. Looking in from outside is never a way to fully understand another but what else do we have? When I met the Captain he was in physically less than perfect shape. The ancients considered the circle to be the pinnacle of perfection so maybe he being round was more perfect than our culture gives credit for. Short by the standards of the day, 5 foot, 3 inches in height, he was definitely short for his weight. The medical profession would have said he was heavy for his height but I remember the Captain from other lives. He was short for his weight.

Given this, his tendency to chain smoke until every available cigarette was gone meant his height to weight ratio was not as severe as it could have been. He was not fussed where his smokes came from, he was not fussed what physical acts he had to endure/enjoy to ensure a steady supply of nicotine. So long as he was supplied he was able to continue his mission during this incarnation. In much the same way we know nothing of Charlemagne's childhood yet he became Holy Roman Emperor, I know little of the Captain's. In a way this does not matter. What matters is his well developed theories of existence and how these related to his mission in this life.

His physical incapacities were the least of his worries to those of us looking in from outside. The Captain had chosen to live as more of an outsider this time. He was diagnosed by many and varied medical types as: intellectually disabled, a mental spastic, a schizophrenic and as borderline personality disordered. None of these truly fitted the Captain as I saw him. By choosing this culture at this time, he was always going to be labeled this way. Had he chosen this configuration in earlier times he would have been a shaman, a mystic, a hermit. It was in those terms I came to see him.

I understand that to many who knew him and many who read this, the medical definitions seem more accurate.

The Captain's understanding of this world and his mission in it are so inexplicably linked that to separate them would be to diminish the greatness of his vision. Metaphor hidden in simile wrapped up in enigma and tied off with question marks were the looks on people's faces when the Captain’s full understanding of this world were explained to them. I took some time to come around to the Captain's view myself. Yet as his rememberer I was in a different place from others when it came to seeing this way of looking at the world.

As succinctly as I can, I will now outline the Captain Sputo Hall understanding of this world. There is a street in Melbourne called Brunswick Street. In this street is a black box. It is disguised as an electrical supply unit. From this box the entire world we see and understand is generated. The world of existence as we perceive it is an illusion. When I asked the Captain about this, pointing out his nicotine addiction was just part of the illusion and therefore not real, he smiled. The cunning part of this illusion is even those who see through it are trapped by it. Indeed, those who see through it are more fully trapped as only they understand the enormous power of the illusion.

The illusion will be smashed and peace will break out upon Earth once the Captain fulfilled his mission. Now this is the part which confirmed the medical understanding of the Captain. It is also the part which shows the genius of his choices for this incarnation. The Captain's mission is to locate Elvis, recite the magical words which will destroy Elvis forever and in doing so the box of illusions in Brunswick Street will collapse in upon itself. The real world which lives just behind the veil of illusion will be obvious to us all. Elvis was fully aware of the Captain's mission and had chosen to fake his death to go undercover and maintain the illusion. Naturally this made the Captain's task so much more difficult. Yet as the Captain was fond of saying, great works require great trials. If finding Elvis was easy, the theory would have been clear to everyone.

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A man walks into a grocery store with a notebook. "Do you have sausage?" "No." He makes a note. "Bread?" "No." He makes another note. "20 years ago, they would have shot you for making notes like that," says a woman waiting in line. "No bullets either," he writes.