From: rewerts@pasture.ecn.purdue.edu (Chris C Rewerts)
Newsgroups: rec.music.gdead
Subject: Re: forgeries!
Date: 14 Sep 92 14:23:49 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Engineering Computer Network

tnf@well.sf.ca.us (David Gans) writes:

>I posted a two-line message asserting that the "phlesh@well" account is a
>fraud.

>Someone else posted a fraudulent message under my name.

>I'm not sure what can be done to get some sanity happening around here.

ok, then brothers and sisters, gather around the fire. I will spin for
you an allegory:

One of the personality fragments in my personal earth plane mind
continuum reminds me of what it was like when I recieved another type
of "ether-link", the conscious comprehension of communication and
interchange on the nonphysical level. The real difficulty arose when
the inward-looking mind found that all processes on the local host (my
mind) were an undisciplined arrary of bedlam. I didn't know whether to
stay in my seat, stand on the chair, tell the person next to me to
refrain from smoking, watch bob, jer, phil, mickey, bill, or the light
show. I didn't know if I should describe what I was percieving or sing
along or write up a set list. The the channel opened up to process
ether thought packets from others. Then an aroma entered the sense
array. You know how a smell can trigger a complete recall of an
associated time and place. The effect was like a reboot to clear hung
processes and outside telnet connections. I then saw the whole arena
at a scale where all the human activity could be seen like a 3d ant
farm. Like my own personal system, there was a generalized confusion
but an overall intent being subtly splashed in the spacious now. wow.

To organize all the systems of perception, analysis, activity, et
cetera, the aroma allowed me to phase. I danced right out of my
soveriegn seat area and flowed through the gathering. As I moved
through the fellow points of consciousness I found that proximity
modulated reception. I felt so much better. Looking back at the area
of my seat I saw that one being that had been in the near range was a
very negative influence on me. whew. This was a new thing - moving
through the system and watching the effect on my innards. I swam a
pattern that combined my new focus with the music we were all sharing.
I found myself in a hallway that encircled the arena. Most notable was
the spinning dervish beings flowing in this place, like an electron
shell. The motion was contagious. I syncopated inside with outside and
rode the wave. It was in this set of conditions I could look inward
and see the mindscape in metaphors that allowed easy comprehension by
the waking conscious. neato. One thought came floating up. Let's just
say it was a sailboat with a postcard message on the jibe sail. It had a
postmark that gave away its point of origin was not me. That in itself
was really part of the message. The greatest challenge of using the
newly expanded ablity to communicate is to know from where infomation
originates.

As I danced, the world was a swirling stream of color, motion, and
sound but in my mind's eye was a singular multidimensional focus.
Another thought came floating in, must have been from my id since it
was self-indulgently garnering focus by showing up in my underwear to
construct the all-lost-in-the-supermarket feeling. I wanted to shun
the thought, bt realized that would accomplish nothing. At the hint of
being left out of the dance the thought turned uglier and screamed
"FUCK YOU ALL". It came out in the favorite font I use on my
workstation. This can't be part of me I had thought, hoping to disolve
the nasty. This must be coming from the outside. I grasped for the
blissful state of grace I had been in, which made things worse, since
it invloved instantiation of levels that were phased into harmony
before.  I remembered the sailboat message. I hadn't finished reading
it. The time wind blew. It was the end of the first set. As the
hallways filled with bodys crowding my physical space their thoughts
overlaid my mental space. Cool, I thought, I can read minds. Who said
that? I spun around. A face, ah, her thoughts are like a forest green.
No. OUR thoughts are a forest green. How do I know if I am reading
minds? With so much information, how do I know where the thoughts are
coming from? THAT AROMA AGAIN! It is her! The forest green and the
arena hall were a fractal hologram miasma. In it is her wordless smile
and the pleasant communication. And then appeared the memory core of
the origin of the aroma. I am about 2 years old sitting on the blue
blanket in the spring sun during planting season. Now *that* is one of
my thoughts, I reasoned... then: and that is the answer - the
practical way to deal with massive information is not to identify the
outside sources at all. The way to read minds from the ether is to
know and recognize the sight and sound of my own thoughts first.