Now, when I shifted into Hitler’s head, I didn’t do it chronologically; that probably had something to do with my state of mind, or whatever served the interest of my futuristic self. This time around he was thinking about his dog, Blondi, a female German shepherd that was given to him in 1941.
You know what you experience, and you should experience everything under the influence of Pervitin—that’s the lens that shows us the future, and our place in it.
i look in the mirror, of course, until all the faces I’m seeing finish passing through—or until the water cools off in the sink when I am shaving.
you can look at my face and get a glimpse into the future because my face warps the light around it—carving a way forward that depends on my astrological sign, and all the things i like to do
i won’t let Blondi suffer at the hands of the Americans and the Russians in this my war-torn country, now decimated
i won’t be at the hands and feet of people that cannot understand what the future wanted from me, and what i wanted from the future—namely, heaven on earth
is it wrong that i want to be surrounded by my own kind, and master to all? people, to be happy, must be protected from themselves
nobody wants to do anything until they start doing it, we’re just feeling inertia, that will pass
and i will be the greatest fuehrer that ever lived
I used this occasion to project both the image of Hitler and the sound of his voice—which was basically how I broadcasted to everybody all at once, even if they were degrading themselves with drugs; even the Gaugins of the world could tune in: even they had information from a particular place in the continuum that interested me—which I tapped into when I projected the broadcast
“don’t do it,” I said, “suicide is not the answer; some things can’t happen, and, if they did, you’d be rewarded
“regulate your breathing, count the alphabet: e is the deepest sound, i is the highest sound: say, nen, nen, nin on the inhale, and non, non, nu on the exhale; don’t use the “a” sound unless you’re trying to pick up information in general or send it out in general: the “a” sound is the most primal sound
“think of me, if you want, and speak to your father; or think of your father, if you want, and talk to me: once we go to resonance we’ll arrive at our destination
“energy on the other side of the red sea
“fill me in—I’ll see your art on the walls, I’ll breathe along with your poems; but, rest assured, if you’re using, i shan’t let you in
“Not to me, personally
“Don’t murder Blondi—she can live a happy life with someone that loves her more than you love you
“i’ll let you in
“so think of a famous person: that’s your family, and think of a family person: that’s a voice of both the past and the future
“let me in, and live; identify me at this volume, on the nightly business report—that’s you, after resonance”
Basically I was teaching people how to talk to me—and, sometimes, I’d learn something new (that was the product of doing something constructive between the past and the future, such as making an artwork, or staying clean, or interpreting your thoughts, or all of the above.
I keep thinking of Gaugin: he’s asking, “where are we, where are we going?” But Gaugin doesn’t need me to speak directly to him—Van Gogh does; so, because they lived together, I project Gaugin to send messages to Vincent that Gaugin can’t hear us—and Vincent, if he listens to me, can tap into the future; not just his future, but my future, too.
Unless he’s chasing the bottle, which you can only deal with for so long; then you have to draw a line somehow.