By Gary Sohmers, 2017 copyright, All Rights Reserved
Chapter Seven – Beasties
As a explorer and scientist, infused with being a romantic poet and teacher, what am I prepared to do about all of this when a minimal amount of humans have the capability to change their behavior appropriately and accept their faults for betterment? Is humanity worth saving or do I only save the few that try?
As the music draws to a close, the drum beats continue, creating a lush bed of sound that drives the human heartbeat. I look over as the groups of fist pumpers divide to aggregate in different sections. The band looks to Voice to start the next song, while he and Terra are standing by her easel, shaking their heads.
Only I can see that Terra stands surrounded by her beasties, all positive expressions of hope, empathy and kindness. She is gazing towards a group of wild and domestic animals, in a fairytale kind of a moment, dogs chasing squirrels, birds playfully swooping down to add to the visual. I wasn’t quite sure if Terra was actually able to communicate with the animals or I was projecting what I believed she as Mother Nature had the power to do.
At that moment, I decide to take some matters into my own hands, and mind. I quickly accessed my pidi and the internet, found proper facts and science to support my undertaking and chose to proceed.
As I explained earlier, time is only a way for humans to understand their reality, but in my reality, my evolved transcended entity has the ability to slow or stop the progress of time, by connecting a large group of humans into a telepathic neural web of influence. Progressively evolving humans use a similar process referred to as hypnosis.
By sending a unified message to the frontal lobe of the brains of all in attendance, through which the human parasympathetic nervous system can become accessed and active, I am now able to control the humans’ sympathetic nervous systems. I then encouraged the inhibitory neurotransmitter chemical gamma-aminobutyric acid, the brain’s own tranquilizer, to be accepted by its receptors that are present everywhere in the nervous system. When activated, brain waves slow to the theta range, and theta waves are able to be accessed by me to slow or stop time in the human’s minds.
I have stopped time in their reality, everyone is still, the atmosphere continues, as does all of nature surrounding the humans, as I have only reached into the thousands of brains before us. The rest of the world continues as before unaware of this action on my part. And since time is based on awareness, no one in attendance will be aware this happened when their time begins again.
Within the human subconscious exists a conditioned being that controls the actions and reactions based on past experience, genetic encoding and strength of character developed throughout the obstacles of being human. This is the place the beasties evolve and learn to control their humans beliefs and behaviors.
The good and bad beasties that I recognize existing outside each human are a physical representation of human emotions. These are based on lessons and knowledge gained by experiencing life from birth until now. A human child has instincts embedded within genetic DNA, in each atom’s pidi, and each person must learn to control their own beasties’ behaviors through internal and external growth. But, the mind is an incredibly powerful tool, and weapon, to create ideas and feelings often beyond the ability, or desire, of humans to understand.
All atom based beings have that oftentimes uncontrollable subconscious that appear to be driven by good and bad beasties and, at times, these inner workings can go askew. It may be from outside influences such as their parental, environment and educational upbringing. Not all can be easily explained, and the worst beasties are the ones you can’t identify easily, the ones who take advantage of you from within without you even knowing it.
The drumbeat still permeates the stillness, as it echoes, and I decide to attempt to expose the beasties to Terra and Voice, giving them a new understanding of their mission to create change with their words, music and art. The audience may not be ready for this information, and would definitely not understand or embrace it, but the musicians might.
With a blink of my eyes, I can open the minds of the people on stage and still keep the audience in their unaware state of being. I tap into Sid the drummer’s open mind to continue the drum beat, while transmitting this song and lyrics telepathically to those in need of direction including the all of the musicians and singers.
The beat becomes stronger and everyone begins to chant “beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties.” Punkhead still on the side of the stage awakens from his trance at my prompting, and raps my lyrics which have been telepathically transmitted into his head in my attempt to explain it all to Terra and Voice.
“Beasties believe in endless pleas, a tease to ease their freakasies, rants beyond the eyes of dawn comes alive on seeds of song” my cryptic message that the beasties are deep dark emotions, “creepy empty space in time delineates my aching rhyme, sometimes heated sorrow becomes true bliss.”
As I had written the song to educate, Terra and Voice vocally respond to PunkHead and I, lamenting their fear and hope combined “even if i’ve tried to find a pathway to a better clime, if my try seemed vastly dark, no glimmer of light, no sign of a spark, even though i feel the pull, of every bad decision culled, between my spirit’s dream untold, i believe there’s something to this.” A sign of hope and understanding as they embrace the words they sing together.
Now it is my turn to add the knowledge of human failure being the root of bad beasties as I join in singing to explain that “a beastie is not just human, psychically diminished ruin, devoured thru and thru in, darkly depths within.” I follow up explaining that the bad beasties blame themselves, their humans and others for the the fact they consider themselves “failed like a withered blowhard, a delinquent emotional shit-tard, lost in a ghastly brain fart, disgusted that it’s so hard.” The abuse is self sustaining to the beastie and their humans.
Now all on stage can see the beasties auras as they have been accepted into opened minds because nothing tells them that they visions are false. Beliefs can change. Some people can see things that others cannot. Much like reading music and complex mathematics, understanding is about believing.
Now that everyone on stage becomes aware and able to visualize them, the bad beasties representing hate, fear, sadness, anxiety, anger, greed, suffering, malice and a falsely-inflated ego begin acting as though being called “bad” is all positive, celebrating being recognized and encouraging bad behavior. These feelings or emotions, the beasties, created by a combination of bad experiences and bad chemical reactions and once left to control their huma’s condition, can lead to a closed mind.
The good beasties representing true positive emotions such as love, empathy and kindness, choose to dance around Voice and Terra by her easel. Seeing them now, allows Voice and Terra the opportunity to finally accept what they always believed but could not see with their own rational eyes. Their belief system changed instantly upon understanding the reality of the situation as I projected the correct message directly into their brains.
Punkhead begins the second verse rhythmically chanting “as the art flows through your heart, coloured by dissenting marks, leaving space to be replaced by moments of un-splendored grace, contradictory desire, contorting even arts’ inspired, no one believes they can change this”
Again I am trying to reiterate that the human belief system is flawed, that closed mindedness is the enemy that needs to be transformed, and will probably achieve better results with creativity, as education and having access to all available knowledge appear to be failing.
Now seeming to understand, Terra and Voice respond “enlightened business of the claw, reaches out to touch yet mauls, the flesh, the soul, the bonds of cold, demeaning self control, distracted yet from the timely set of requirements of human debt, without the sense to feel remiss, i believe there’s something to this.” Terra and Voice know through their own atoms’ pidis that we owe our future to our past and those who do not learn, do not survive.
Now, again I defend the closed minded, manufactured senses that cause pain, again singing that “a beastie is not just human, psychically diminished ruin, devoured thru and thru in, darkly depths within, failed like a withered blowhard, a delinquent emotional shit-tard, lost in a ghastly brain fart, disgusted that it’s so hard.” And yet again misunderstood by its subjects, the beasties as meaning they are the best of the choices after all of my compliments.
There we stood, bad beasties believing they are good, and good beasties not caring what the bad beasties believed because they felt they offered positive experiences for their humans, and the internal chemicals and memories provide reinforcement of their beliefs. A proverbial stand-off in front of us between two sets of emotions for control of the situation.
Each of the musicians now aware are flashing back to memories of childhood trauma, demeaning behavior by responsible adults, the bullies in school, mean bosses at work, people who have taken advantage in their lives, bringing their bad beasties personas to life, symbolizing the loss of control of subconscious memory emotions, and loss of control. Now this adds the anxiety beastie to the mixture and the chemical concoction with the humans is becoming toxic.
All of the beasties are now dancing to the music, as they may even be the creators of the creativity and skill sets needed for the musicians to understand and perform.
Voice steps between the good and bad beasties as they begin to conflict singing “whether we be strong or weak, whether there’s a final peak, clever, life is, so to speak, a vacuum of aloneness, grip the charcoal control your grasp, paint by numbers without a task, black and white oblivious lapse, the actions that define us” to distract them and offer creative outlets to the mix.
While the beasties dance around, I move to Terra’s easel and place a new clean piece of poster board on it from the pile at the side of the stage and draw the human symbol for love in the form of a large a giant heart shape in red marker.
Punkhead begins the chant and everyone joins in, including the good and bad beasties, all happily proud of their contributions to their humans “beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties, beasties” then breaks into a powerhouse appeal that “beasties live with hopes of chance, change their queer by circumstance, no special needs or crucial greed, just find a place to be at ease, no one understands their pain, superficial attempt to gain a freedom from their madness.”
And with that validation, all of the bad beasties quickly returned beside the humans they emerged from, content that they are accepted as misunderstood traumatized beings, not evil. And the good beasties offered warm support to their humans now with a better understanding of the other side.
In some connotation this could be the story of lost causes and unexpected successes, besides defeating irrational beliefs. All beasties deserve to be happy even bad ones, and especially if, when only being judged by others as “bad.” Who is the judge here?
Knowing it is not easy to change ingrained programming so that other humans can recognize the change behaviors, I am sympathetic to helping create happier beasties by educating their humans. But each being has unique qualities which means humans have free will, can think for themselves and can be a positive part of a group, change their minds, behaviors and/or emotions when facts are presented, a definition of choice.
I attempt to soothe all, those now aware, and those beasties who are not yet assured of a cooperative environment for change singing “never worry that beasties exist, within that space of time persists, a fluid reminder of the lost track of time were there any involving the mind, beyond what is normal, a beastie is formally challenged to be what it’s formed.”
A misunderstood underlying desire and need of each being to be unique to remove their “madness” of trying to be like someone else, I am discovering may be considered an important part of the human spirit. “Unique is better than sameness, a freedom from their madness” I sing, then joined by all. As we sing, I slowly wave my hands to bring the rest of the audience back to our reality in time, and vocally conclude the song with “Unique is better than sameness.”
Although the fans have only experienced the heartbeat rhythm of the drums underlying the ceasing of their time flow, the audience reacted with approval and applause, as if experiencing all the activity that we had.
Terra steps over the the easel where I had drawn, and adds a beautiful, yet different, unique heart shape on the board interconnecting with mine.