Saturday, 20 February 2016

Notes from the Overworld


Dimes finely balanced on edges, your names being called out by the departed - sometimes things mean something and sometimes they don't. If you cannot decipher the meaning, then best to forget all about it. Obscure communication is best understood in dreams, and the message forgotten when you wake.

I love the fact (if it is a fact) that reptiles do not dream. Think of the implications of this - no need for a subconscious. Think of the implications of that - no need for a subconscious = no need for an underworld. No wonder snakes feature so strongly in mythology.

God punished the snake in Eden by removing its legs and condemning it to wander the Earth on its belly, ceaselessly passing through the open gate between life and death as if there were no difference between the two. For the snake, there is nothing left to find out. The world is devoid of mystery. How boring.

The most useful chat I have ever had with someone from another dimension was at the end of a childish Ouija-board session when I was about 20. We asked who was there.

"I am the sun, I am the wind, I am the rain. I am everything that God - in His divine wisdom - has chosen to create".

We asked if there was a message for us.

"Yes. Stop messing about with this stupid game and get on with your lives".

So we did.

The first book that attracted me to Will Self was called, 'The North London Book of the Dead'. How could you not want to read a book called that?!

In it, he is wandering through North London one day, and runs into his long dead mother. Of course, he is surprised to see her, but she explains that all dead people go to North London, where they continue to lead a boring life, buying groceries and living in small flats.

I like the story of the recently widowed woman who contacts her husband through a medium. She asks if he is ok, and what his new existence is like.

"Oh, it's fine," he answers through the medium, "I awake very early every morning and have sex, then I have something to eat, then I have more sex, then I have something else to eat, followed by more sex... this goes on until nightfall, when I go to sleep and do the whole thing again the next day. It's a great life".

"Is that what it is like in Heaven, just like the Moslem fundamentalists have told us?" she asks.

"No. I was reincarnated as a rabbit".

23 comments:

  1. This is the picture that wouldn't upload yesterday.

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    1. I tried reading his other books, but didn't really like them. He uses obscure words for the sake of it, so you are constantly having to trawl through dictionaries like he does.

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  3. Nice picture of your parents. You look like your old man.

    Will Self is up his own arse.

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    1. That sounded facetious, but I meant it. Yes, I do look like him, in almost every respect except that he was a fuck sight more handsome than me. I have an identical body now, thought.

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    2. Though, not thought... oh I'm going to bed. I am upsetting everyone now.

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    3. He looks v handsome and your mum too in a female way. I like her purple outfit. Your hands are like his. I didnt take your comment as facetious, just a brief nod of approval in my direction

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    4. How do you know what my hands look like? I don't remember photographing them up here, but there are a lot of things I don't remember doing when pissed.

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    5. I've seen your fingers gripping a few things, about as much of them as I can see here of your Father's.

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  4. I have to agree with Rachel about Self. Cocksure and self-satisfied, he gets on my tits.

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  5. I forgot to mention this yesterday. My friend Michael died when we were both 30 years old. The day after his funeral, he showed up in a dream. I said, "Michael, you died!" And he said, "I KNOW! Ain't that some shit?!" And then he laughed. And mixed us up a couple of cocktails. He always did have a great sense of humor, and we loved having drinks together. It was a comforting dream.

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    1. That was as real as anything else could have ever been. Nice thing to happen.

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  6. Good thing few of our dear deceased are skilled at dime balancing and other such things, or we would never get on with it, down here.

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    1. Shame that they were never any good at balancing books and bank accounts though, eh?

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  7. One of the few people i have ever disliked with a passion is mr self

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    1. Did you mean 'myself', or 'mr self'? I Will accept either.

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    2. Well the last bit was right anyway.

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  8. I have been accused by H.I. tonight of not remembering stuff that I have already told her. She got quite angry about it. The trouble is that I don't know if it is her losing her marbles or me. Difficult,.

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    1. Same happens here. I have also not worked out who is losing it and have given up although it troubles me each time it happens. I prefer to conclude it is him not me but i am really not sure.

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    2. Well whoever it is, alcohol plays quite a large part in it. I got quite pissed last night - I must remember that having a couple of shots of salty caramel vodka in the pub is not a good idea, even if it tastes nice. I've got a bloody awful hangover today.

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