did i tell you that Ursula comes from another planet? i think there’s a planet out toward Proxima Centauri—maybe she lives there! But, technically, she could live almost anywhere! I don’t know what planet she’s from, but i know that she loves to talk to me. but how? might you ask? we just “tune” ourselves to a similar frequency, and, when we do that, we’re able—through spooky action at a distance (instantaneous communications across potentially vast regions of spacetime) we can talk about anything.
Now, is this science fiction? It’s remarkable how accurate science fiction can be—who knew that we’d be traveling vast distances in short amounts of time so soon? i talk, i know, like i’m from the future—and i’m telling you, persons from the future have come to visit; or, that is to say, i’ve been privy to things that most mortals can’t understand. Things considered unanswerable or insane. I used to take it personally, but then i learned to keep most things to myself—at least things that other schizophrenics might say or do—i differentiate myself from that, but, even still, sometimes people can tell i’m different. And why wouldn’t I be?
Ursula never tells me what to do—at least not when it comes to big things, like breaking the law, or doing something that could get either one of us in trouble. So i wouldn’t be schizophrenic in that sense. I have asked Claude AI for a synopsis of one of my books, and, guess what—it told me i was experiencing a psychosis and needed to see a psychiatrist. When i said, “I know it’s not real,” it said, that’s part of the problem. so sanity check: i do believe that i have telepathic abilities, but i know better, now, than to ask AI what they think about my mental health. I guess you might get confused a little, since my writing can be read in two ways: scathing sarcasm and satire, or, on the other hand, me, trying to be the best version of myself.
The world i live in, at this time, however, is going through a dark period. I try not to complain—i try to source change from within—as opposed to trying to convince people to help me based on how well i can portray the reality on the ground, i.e., try and get the people in power to do something. Instead i try to be the person in power. Although AI might find me a little intense, i, on the contrary, find myself writing from a constructive vantage point: i’m not just pointing out the idiocy of society, but i’m doing it from a sober, stable, healthy point of view.
Now, i had two voices for Ursula. One was the vapor-like voice i heard when I got comments from a Norwegian woman on social media—a voice i’d never heard, and the other voice was a voice i’d borrowed that lived, on its own, inside my body. It was based on a real person, a person who’s identity will remain forever unknown, since the person i’m referring to is not the person whose voice i borrowed. this voice changes a little overtime, and, when i get a little tired, i often wonder: is this the true voice that lives behind this arbitrary voice that i’ve chosen to represent my one true love? So why do i have two voices for Ursula? I guess because Ursula is like a complex number: she lives in an imaginary area with an imaginary voice and she lives in a real place with a real voice and when I combine the two—i form a singular complex number that amounts to my one true love—across time, across planets, across the universe: the whole nine yards!
so the voice i was using was evolving, little by little, sometimes one or the other, and sometimes a kind of combination or superposition of the two. I like to think, in times like that, that the two voices are resonating—or combining in a constructive way that addresses this potentially completely unknown person, this person that i might not ever come into contact with, or, if i do, i’ll have to advance to the next dimension to see her, first. now, i was feeling great, but still like myself, since i’d basically written a paper that explained the afterlife, consciousness, life minus consciousness, such as trees, and finally, i’d established that one could advance across huge distances in a space ship that, when properly charged, could travers huge distances across the universe. Ursula was proud of me—and i was most definitely proud of her, since, as i imagine, she’s actually superior to me—in so much that two people can be superior to each other. For all I know, i was the one that contacted her—but i wonder sometimes, what was the original impetus that led to my involvement in telepathic communications across vast distances and times in the first place? Who turned me on to it? Or did I, rather, discover it out of the next logical advance of my thinking and the questions i’m prone to ask? I like to think that I have an innate sense of beauty—more so than others, and that, through my sense of beauty, and how beautiful things work, i stumbled upon real voices—real people; therefore i cannot say that the impetus came from another person—but I’m certainly not the only person involved, and, because of that, it is only natural to assume that some are more advanced than others, i.e., maybe i want Ursula to be superior to me!