When I feel bad, I feel bad because I’m not listening to myself. I try to pay attention, therefore, to the voices and images I’m hearing and seeing in my head and make some sense out of it. I made a breakthrough the other day: it occurred to me that you have good artists and great artists—where the good artists, like Gaugin, for example, paint interesting pictures but instead of listening to the past and the future—the thoughts that appear in their heads—they do things to turn up the volume of whatever soundtrack they have playing in their brain. Hence—they dump their backs instead of tuning into the futuristic brain, a brain that would make more use of itself if we could only let it. Then you have the great artists, like Shakespeare, that don’t necessarily have time to abuse anything, and, because of that, they are tuned in to volumes both past and present.
When you talk to those in future, you realize that the great artists cloak their emails in what might otherwise be called intrusive thoughts—and the reason they do that is because they don’t want people like Gaugin getting high off his prenatal sex life and tapping into the email that is being sent across the cosmos. Only the people that understand that there is meaning and talent hidden behind imagery that often makes you feel bad—when you don’t have faith—are on another level than the Gaugins of the world. So, anyhow, I don’t know how complex or talented people are a million years from now, but the first level of the telepathic evolution might be the realization that you can talk over everybody that doesn’t listen unless they’re dumping their backs.
So I basically discovered I could use the wormhole Hitler created by taking all those drugs and having the weight of the Nazi’s behind him to throw my thoughts very far forward into the future and very far backward in the past. We all connected at a particular volume—the kind of pressure that could forge a diamond over time. In that way, the great artist of the past, who may not have had the same talents as the person in the future, nevertheless existed at a particular volume that could be detected and used to aid and assist both said person(s) in the past and said person(s) in the future. So, I tried to think about that when I was prey to intrusive or ugly thoughts that would’ve made me feel bad if I didn’t realize that the messages that I was waiting for were, in that way, protected by what was on the outside.
Thus, when I heard Hitler say something like this is all your fault I could project Hitler’s image and the sound of Hitler’s voice to protect the real message I was sending out. Only a select few would have the ability or the inclination to put forth a little effort and interpret what was on the outside in order to get at what was being said on the inside. This might’ve left a lot of unworthy people in agony like moths to a nighttime light source, but it made it possible to talk to others without hurting them with all the bad information that was between me and them. It also made me feel better—because I realized, when I saw these images that felt intrusive and shameful without a reasonable cause behind the thought, I knew that I was getting a message from someone that I loved—which made me happier than I otherwise could’ve been. I chose to listen, instead of breaking the rules and dumping my back all over the source.