Mythical Conversations // God Descends As A Woman

Psalm Isadora, Sigmeund Freud, Taylor Lautner, Rudolf Steiner

(Psalm Isadora’s hologram enters the room, unbound as they are by the rules of gravity or their actual avatars out in the world, simply a reconstruction of who they were given all of the assembled visionary information about their character by the traditional news and informational methods, witness accounts, and even clairvoyent specialists that were employed for the educational-based task of historicizing all of the data in the world, the World Data Project of 2021) Psalm was an iconic celebrity icon within the grassroots hippie world, famous for being a renowned and respected s*x educator and proponent of female rights, who stood against s*x trafficking and gave speeches and huge workshops all over the world. 

P.I: “Don’t you think I know it, too?  Clearly my suicide was faked. 

Hundreds of holograms appear in the room, temporarily unbinded and astrally projected by the will programs of their former avatars and programmers, whose genetic codexes were set to unveil their influence at various topographical and ideological locales 

Genetic sequencing, splicing, grafting, and 

For a while in 2020, it looked like only a few corporations were going to own the entire world. The sort of communist-oriented hive mind of humanity (collective unconscious, as C.G. Jung put it) 

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Well, you know Alex, you get a good start, and that’s your hook. There’s always got to be that hook to een necessitate a first conversation. And once you find it, that opening line, a one liner, that just spirals out from there and all you have to do is be authentic, is uphold authenticity. 

Now let’s get Taylor Lautner’s hologram on set from the popular vampire trilogy, Twilight. As we all know, the Twilight trilogy grossed over a billion of dollars in profit and made hit star Kristen Stewart an overnight celebrity worth about $70 million. Now, she probably won’t do anything remotely productive with that sum, but imagine if she doubled as a philanthropist and had a greater vision of helping save the trees, the koalas, the world, the kids, the people, and the economy. 

Now, we have two holograms here with us tonight, and what we’re going to do is allow them both to make an opening statement, okay, to lead with an opening hook, and we’re going to see which one catches. Whichever one is spirited through the divine will with greater interest, greater intrigue, greater mystique… that will be the one of leads the conversation, the other playing a more responsive role and both will employ areas of expertise in which to engross followers. 

None of that cringey, might accidentally offend you, type of squaring up nonsense that we see rampant in the club late at night in the alpha contests in the bottle section attempting to determine whose going to win the girl. Tonight we have two of the manliest men on the planet, neither of which we’ve seen have a way with women. The eternal Apollos of the night, these arcane visionaries may wow you with their verbiage and all around wisdom and prowess, but they most certainly will arouse precious sentiments by the fairer s*x that get them put in the friend zone, moreover the artist friend, the intellectual friend, teh precocious friend, every.single.time, Freud, care to speak on the subject?

SF: No thoughts on this whatsoever, Alex, no thoughts.

Okay!, that one didn’t bite. More of an insult than a conversation piece, I suppose, though a true one at that. Taylor, any thoughts you’d like to share? Anything at all… opening liners, go:

TL: PEople need more money… or we need to abolish it. 

SF: (Is silent)

TL: um…

SF: … (leans over to Taylor: “You know that’s not my subject at all, right? I can’t even begin to respond. I never fathom money, never, I --)

TL: Alright, okay, don’t worry about it.  Hm. So, here’s something I was thinking of earlier in the kitchen, over a gigantic bowl of black bean spaghetti salad. So, I was thinking about why Melania is always in such a bad mood, and then I saw this morning Ivanka being introduced by her father, donald Trump in so lavish, caring, and overtly respectful a manner that it brought a beaming prideful smile and air of confidence to her that gave her the trust and bravado in which to execute a really stunningly beautiful speech, and it occurred to me; because Ivanka is his brethren, his kin, he bestows upon her every grace and flourish in the book, but Melania, the woman of his life, the first lady for crying out loud, is left in the dark, and I’m not even certain whether she’s allowed to speak, do you know what I mean? I’ve always found that peculiar, because wouldn’t you want to make a lavish display of the first lady, the woman you’ve chosen to be your other half as it were, and play up her skills and social graces, her spoken vision for the world right, which is always beautiful, always easy to understand with her, always profound. A vision. 

SF: Sure, I’m following. 

It took, folks! THe conversation took. (Freud glares at him) (Whispers: It’s flying)

TL: Well, and thank you Alexandria, yes, the spark just sort of generated and set off a rotational current there that I think we could all feel. I myself am just working this out aloud after a rough and raw primary processing of it this morning time. 

S: Yes, thank you. Well, get on with it then?

TL: So, women are oftentimes of two minds. From the fact that they are able, unlike men, to multitask and freeze-pause activities and pick up infinity of relationships where they left off (which is why they love to friendzone everyone, way too social creatures to have to suffer the abuses of attachment or ritual preoccupations, or seditious acts of vampiric energy siphoning which happens when a door is left half open, believe me I learned this after college which spun me into a crazy-loop of feigned kindnesses and structural vulnerability, always having to cast people away that are just too much and outside the bounds of normal conduct and prolific engagement regarding productivity and artistry). 

But they may want the structure of sort of a limiting factor in their lives, like a werewolf or even a warlock, if said island in the sea can provide a closed loop system of circumstances amenable for an angel or a queen. A certain kind of paradise, not to have to deal with society and people and the artificial world (World Of Artifice: See: Many to Most societal structures and proclivities). 

Something to consider in any respect. By its design thanks to your capitalism, I suppose, a society is a veritable cage for its occupants, and always endeavoring to devalue their fanbase, take them off their centers, trick them with different deals designed to encourage them to part with their belongings, currency, or life force, and full of weasley tricks.  Whereas, for example, the simple maxim that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, is sort of applicable a bit right? Anything that doesn’t poison you, fortifies you. 

But anyways, women can better compartmentalize and keep track of multiple projects or analogue streams. Sometimes, being so expansive and limitless, breathtakingly, stunningly so, they employ seemingly random outside coincidences of the destructive force, the bad boy, the obstacles, limiting factors, through which to temporarily suspend the task and reconcile the internal contradiction of sentimentality that they feel to a host of items, when really they are only one man. One human, that is. 

And, here’s the other thing. Women, at their worst, are the vampires. Men are the warlocks, werewolves, using emotions to put up walls and demarcate boundaries, rather than as a fanciful, expansionistic, interconnective notion in order to bridge worlds. And when they do collaborate, you can surely bet they are tuning into their inner anima, their innate feminine side. That is what is so attractive about it; there is a poductive balance of energies. The masculine energy is cutting, labeling, prone to the tendencies of overthinking, of judging, of condemning things to false titles that are always a fabrication, always susceptible to a manufactured (yet undoubtably beautiful) format of verbiage, of language, that attempts to render the impermanent permanent, the permeability and flux of life impermeable, opaque. Men are going to put up the No, the Do Not, the Not Now, the Not Maybe, nor Ever’s. Women, we hardly ever will see them employ such zealous profanities, and willful absolutes, such limits to the logarithmic, infinite spectrum of possibilities within neverending numeric fractals, because men are set up to be the gatekeepers and women are the recreational wizards to the warlocks of men, responsible for creating culture and increasing their personal power, beyond the illusions of separation and ownership, secondary emotions --

SF: Excuse me, sorry, secondary emotions, explain?

TL: Sure, of course. Secondary emotions is like, an outer shell of interpretation that we overlay upon reality, obfuscating true experience and creating a false reaction to that which we cease to experience directly. 

SF: Okay, such as?

TL: Such as greed. Such as jealousy. Such as the notions of fortune versus misfortune, ever striving to increase and suck out the most joy and pleasure and riches and gains out of every single thing and condemning it to the bowels of hell when we cannot get our paws upon it. Do you know what I mean?

SF: Sure, even in convents and on the highest peaks of the Himalayas, if you probe deeply into the minds of saints, sages, and deep meditators, beneath the discipline which fosters and operates from a place of peace, tranquility, and equanimity, in the backlogs of their formative experiences, sometimes, we might uncover a deeperset resentment for society that leads them to lead paths of purity and mental reconciliation. This is how the pendulum may swing. Apathy is only a coverup of compassion, and passion a fiery manifestation of true caring. 

And here’s the thing about all that, beneath even all that:

SF: My colleague and partner, in a way, Carl jung, spoke often about the language of the subconscious. The subconscious, which he trusted (whereas I did not, hoping instead to bypass it using uppers, cocaine, cigarettes, methamphetamines, so lustful as I was for power over understanding, which he rightfully held against me until that fateful day when our mere unspoken anger towards one another’s differing ideologies, methodologies, shattered the glass table that lay between us).  The fact that you can travel so far, using the ajna, the third eye, of the mind… without every leaving the ground, taking step, that is so petrifying to me, causing the freezing and defenselessness about my nature that led me to use stimulants to power through. Why? … I cannot say. I feel as Soren Kierkegaard described in his seminal text “Fear and Trembling” (the only existential state that could provoke us to supplementing our perfect source-come consciousness with alterations of that divine, innate perfection that is our birthright. 

TL: Woah! Didn’t expect to hear Lockian sentiments out of you! 

SF: It’s rare, I’ll admit, but less so when I’m not knocking back the good stuff -- I, I mean the bad stuff. 

TL: Freud, if Jung handled your finances for you, how’d you sneak in a coke habit beneath the cracks? Why didn’t he hold you to the straight and narrow? I’m just curious why this occurred and whether it actually did you any service.

SF: Oh Taylor, it’s so ironic. I was having night terrors, so sooner than treat that, or confess it to any worthy dream analysand, when I had Carl right there next to me, I just kind of went haywire from the lake of sleep and decided to transcend - well, bypass - the troubles of my own subconscious with stimulants. 

TL: But Jung was right… there.

SF (lowering his head in his hands): I know.  I know. To be perfectly honest with you, I was jealous of Carl… I just couldn’t let myself open up to him fully. 

TL: Jealous of him? But you.. You taught him. Had you given him the strength and go ahead to become an ascended master himself, simply by becoming vulnerable to him… you both would have shared the prestige of being ascended beings by design and cocreation. There is nothing more holy or respectable than that. It’s… it would have been a sight to behold. You could have healed millions together. 

SF: And I like to think we did… anyways? … no?.... We made people’s lives worse?

TL: I haven’t said a thing.

SF: No, you’re right, we made people’s lives worse, through giving them half baked mythological concepts from stories of ancient past - myth - without providing them any framework in which to deactivate our potentially dangerous dogma and ideas. 

TL (nods): As werewolves, we tend to curse zealots and refrain from all dogma. We are atheists, and intend to stay that way. 

SF: Well, I suppose there was a grandiosity in me, a God Complex, that led me to want to lift myself up as an icon and moreso than the actual truth of the law and of healing, to inculcate the masses with my words, my rhetoric, the Shakespeare of Psychology!... laying to rest, as an unfortunate side effect, the accessibility of the discipline for it to become an objective science. 

TL: And now here you are.

SF: In a way, in a manner of speaking only. I am here as you are, as a hologram, a pixelated recreation of all that I was, a total storehouse (encapsulation of holographic information) of all that I came here to create. 

TL: A mirage.

SF: A resurrection, Taylor. Let’s start with that. 

Alexandria steps in to end the conflict of the holographic machinations. 

Now now, you two. I brought you both here from the Holo-trix for a reason. We’re not here to argue over the details of your life.

TL: No, Sigmeund, I can’t judge you. I have something to confess too. 

SF: Oh? (narrowing his eyes over his spectacles) What might that be?

TL: Well, on the set of the Twlight series… well… it wasn’t exactly a dry set. A number of the guys from production used to bring and grind up oxy tablets for the vampire cast, to make their pallor and low energy vibe look more realistic… to make them more docile and weak tempered on set. And maybe just because they wanted to party. I… I swore I’d never tell but… it’s also just pretty obvious, I think.

SF: And did you partake, Taylor?

TL: No, never. I did not partake. But I think that set me apart from Bella… I mean Kristen… and made her distrust me. She evidently sided strongly with the vampires… she thinks they are misunderstood… but in all likelihood, she was like you, in your mega-conflicts with your own apprentice, C.G Jung likely blindsighted by addiction. You know those artsy, whimsical types… hard not to fall in love with, at least platonically, like a universal love. But she never loved me back. She left me there standing n***d in the rain, piercing eyes and flesh, with my bare confession, and decided that she wanted power, and money, instead, not my beating heart.

SF: (Manifests an old grandfather pipe, fills it with some tobacco, and takes a sip of the rusty and sterile air). I see, go on.

TL: You an analytical type will understand.

SF: Analysand, Freud corrects him.

TL: You’re like her, like Bella, I mean Kristen. Absolutely terrified… of emotion. And iwthout getting real about our emotions… no intimacy is possible.

SF: And without intimacy… no commitment. 

TL: Exactly. But - wait, what? I wasn’t committing my life to her, just my whole heart, just the promise to stay present with her, to remain in the mystery.

SF: (sips pipe) She wanted you to chase her, Taylor. Not merely to confess your love for her when it was convenient, to give her a pair of hands to work with you on your projects when it meant something -- these are aspects of familial love. She was your tribe. But she was not your lover. Look at you both - cut from a different cloth. 

TL: I could have protected her. 

SF: (looking awkward, drops the feeling, sips pipe): But she didn’t want to be protected.

TL: No. It was exactly as in the movie. She wanted to be converted. To be changed. To become immortal. To feel vindicated on her island of self-ness, without truly ever letting anyone in. So she chose her aptly gendered body double, Pattinson, in whose eyes to look into, in whose spirit to wrap around, in whose trust to feel whole. 

SF: She suffered with narcissism and codependency, Taylor, that isn’t your fault. (Tokes pipe) The real question is, why did you care? 

TL: (quietly) I loved her.

SF: No you didn’t. Keep going. 

TL: Fine. I didn’t. She wasn’t for me. But she was… I wanted to save her. 

SF: Because she was…

TL: Damaged. Evidently. But on the edge. 

SF: On the edge with Cullen. I mean Pattinson.

TL: Yes, she had her demon twin nearby to numb her out and give her a sense of --

SF: Of Supremacy.

TL: Sure. Of being above it all… outside of it. Something to take away her existential culpability, (he mutters, glaring up from the tips of the whites of his eyes).

SF: Isn’t that what addiction always is about? (waits a second for Taylor to formulate his own thoughts relative to this theoretical statement). 

[Suddenly, the full-length holograph of Rudolph Steiner enters the scene. Cue unparalleled surprise from the participants, Freud and Taylor.]

Alexandria (host; disembodied voice in the clouds, like a way more evolved version of Alexa, or Siri, with a more inclusive databank comprising dark and light web information from all over the globe): 

“Boys, boys: This is a surprise even to me, and I’ve a 97% accuracy rating at predicting the future. But we’ve (my creators, the team at Tesla and NASA spacecrafts and the Israel done the favor of giving the holograms ™, ™ ) happened upon a vibrational insurgence, a system not of a down, but of an up, a topographical disparity in the force. I was dialing along a harmonic under currency in order to prop up your dialogue there in the finest tasting shantih, but along the way it seems, we have here a parameter index rating that sharply dropped in order to allow up one of the other holographic corteces. Well speak up, speak up, shan’t tarry about. What’ve you to say, sir?”

RS: I have something to say on the matter. 

Alexandria: Right, right, excuse me, where are my manners. Rudolph Steiner for those of you who don’t know, is a pioneer in holistic education, using psychological wisdom in order to create optimal environments in which to learn on a full spectrum of subjects. In the words of Paul Marshall Alan of Englewood, New Jersey in 1959, “Rudolf Steiner shows that the insoluble link between man and cosmos is the fundamental basis of evolution.” How could anyone put it any better? Without further ado… Rudolph, an absolute pleasure and honor to have you here, welcome!

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SF: (shocked into stillness, quite the energetic feat for a man of such robust mental meanderings, dialogues, soliloquies, and quiet yet unapologetic deepset formulations pertaining to the analytical results of his mental inquiries, under furrowed brow and a long glossy wooden pipe). 

TL: Happy… happy to hear what you have to say, sir. Please… please continue. 

RS: Yes, well. (Looks around unhappily) I was meaning to teleport to the unicos of Peru, to some underwell grottos in order to film a small contribution for next year’s Sundance festival. Given that I am, after all (looks sheepishly at Alexandria) unbound now by the perimeters of space and time! … (looks around shyly at the grounds) given that I am.. Something of a free spirit, I suppose.  Like a genie.

TL (smiling sincerely): How nice for you. 

RS: You’ll have the opportunity one day, young man. To float and flutter about like a … like a fairy. Yes, a fairy. Or an angel. Whatever suits.

SF: Like a ghost, more like! (giroffs)

RS: Well, no, more like a bird in flight. Anyways, I have some insight to share, that’s why I was thrust into this dimension as a result of an unsettling bout of passion that thrust me into this particular timespace thanks to the quantum vortex phenomenon caused by the intersection of emotion, deepthought, and emotivity.  Wouldn’t have had it any differently. So shall I continue?

TL & SF: (emphatically) Yes. 

RS: Very well. As I was saying (he straightens his tie whilst saying so) there is a rule of thumb when it comes to the magnetic properties of sound. 

If you didn’t know, I wrote a book called Christianity as Mythical Fact. 

Alexandria: Oh, so he did. I just looked it up. 

RS: Yes, yes I did. Matter of fact, that which I promote in my writings and written discourses are actually uplifting our recognition and understanding, our comprehensive knowing about, the 5th dimension which pertains to the Holy Spirit. In the great triune of interactive forces, 

Simple speech is the most important thing, because most of us are sending out and receiving subconscious cues all day long, and not even wittingly being participant to it within our own selves and lives. 

Psalm Isadora (PI): Now, I'd love to contribute to this round table just a bit more before we sign off, for the posterity of the future time capsules and for the dutiful recording of the present moment impromptu performances by all of the very impressive holographic, simulation-savvy, VCR and Enhanced Blu-ray recording devices that are streaming this event live to the public via C-SPAN. I love that we can all be gathered here today, from wherever we may be, physically, in the cosmos along the divine spiritual path that we alone must take for the sake of the evolution of our soul, in this supremely complex world of cause-and-effect. 

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