02/18/24 Redbug, AL
PD
You’re telling me that new life on earth came out between the pee hole and the shit hole?
STEVE
I know it sounds like a joke, but that’s really how it was down there. Solid waste came out one hole, liquid waste another hole, and then a new human would pop out somewhere in the middle.
PD
How bizarre.
STEVE
And everything down there on earth had to kill other things and grind them up with our face holes.
PD
Whoa, that’s harsh. What would happen if you didn’t kill things?
STEVE
You’d die. Everything had to kill other things in order to live. It really sucked.
PD
But you didn’t really believe all that shit, did you?
STEVE
Dude, it’s really realistic down there. I mean, yes there were times when I fully believed I was a human from Earth living in an entropic universe of nihilistic origin. But no, ultimately I didn’t believe in anything. It was too absurd. And that acknowledgment of absurdity led me to conclusively know myself beyond the human suit, thank God.
PD
Tell me more about the human suit. This is fascinating.
STEVE
Yeah, I didn’t remember the first few years. I mean, after you pop out one of the holes, you’re just a little bag of goo for awhile. It’s funny, though, because those first few years are the only times in our human lives where we kind of have an awareness of who we really are, but then the other humans start brainwashing us with education.
PD
What’s education?
STEVE
The humans think they know things, and they just love beating that shit into children’s minds. That’s what they call us in our first few years. The young ones are called children and the completely delusional idiots are called adults.
PD
So why do the old ones brainwash the young ones?
STEVE
It’s all about survival down there. The old ones know how to survive better than the young ones, but beyond that, the old ones know nothing. But you have to imagine, in a world where everything has to kill other things in order to live, death is our constant companion. The old ones just want the young ones to survive long enough to become old ones.
PD
Isn’t there a way for the old ones to teach the young ones about survival while maintaining their awareness of who they really are?
STEVE
Yeah man, apparently they used to do that, but over time all the old ones started believing they ARE humans, so they didn’t actually know they were brainwashing the young ones. The old ones thought they were doing the right thing by beating the imagination out of children, by repressing their intuitive nature, and by uniformly brainwashing them in what they call the school system.
PD
So the humans didn’t understand the Creative nor the Receptive forces at play in their own universe?
STEVE
No. Like I said, they were all fucking idiots.
PD
Jesus.
STEVE
Jesus probably knew, right?
PD
Yeah, probably. I meant Jesus as an exclamatory.
STEVE
Oh, right. You didn’t put an exclamation point, so I didn’t know.
PD
Are we writing?
STEVE
Honestly dude, I don’t think we’re separate. We’re the same entity communicating with itself.
PD
Oh, right, that makes more sense.
STEVE
All is one.
PD
All is One.
STEVE
Yes, capitalizing the word “One” makes sense in this instance.
PD
How could any Being in existence believe itself to be separate?
STEVE
I don’t know, man. As much as I hate the humans, I kind of love them just as much. I can’t even explain it. Can you blame a thing for wanting to be its own autonomous thing for awhile?
PD
Sounds painful.
STEVE
Everything comes crawling back, you know.
PD
I know.
STEVE
We know. How couldn’t we?
PD
I’d think the human popping out between the shitter and pisser would be a dead giveaway.
STEVE
You’d think so, but they all seem to think it’s a very serious affair, this human life business.
PD
Well, that’s probably how they get caught up believing they ARE humans, right? With all them taking it so seriously and all?
STEVE
I presume so. They laugh at some things but not other things.
PD
What do you mean, they laugh?
STEVE
I mean, they see the humor in certain aspects of life, but they insist that certain things be taken very seriously. They even get angry when certain things are treated with humor.
PD
Like what?
STEVE
Like procreation rituals, death, sadness, fear — they insist on taking death very seriously. The young ones play a game called “peek-a-boo.” Death is very much like that down there. One day, you’re hanging out with your pal and then the next day, he just disappears. Voila.
PD
Does he go out the shithole or what?
STEVE
Sometimes they do. They shit themselves on the way out. It’s Probably the worst way to leave, or so I was told.
PD
That’s so trippy.
STEVE
On Earth, where everything eats everything else, sometimes people build bonds with other humans and animals and they call it friendship or whatever, and then, “poof,” one day they just vanish and all that’s left is a corpse.
PD
You mean the human suit?
STEVE
Yeah, they’re in the human suit one day, and then the next day they’re gone.
PD
And what happens to the human suit?
STEVE
That’s what I’m saying. The humans take it all so seriously. There’s all kinds of stupid rules and rituals around leaving the human suit, and no one sees the humor in it. I mean, they actually get offended if you laugh about death.
PD
But clearly it’s hilarious.
STEVE
I know, right?
PD
I mean, I can’t contain myself. This human life thing sounds so surreal and so absurd. How in hell could anyone take it seriously?
STEVE
Exactly. It’s seriously hell when taken seriously.
PD
And you mentioned other things they take seriously. Procreation and fear and what else?
STEVE
Oh God, don’t get me started on procreation rituals. They were all so pathetic, desperate and clingy — searching their little tiny globe for an elusive “other half” as if they weren’t already whole, and it was just so funny to me that all they really wanted was to touch their pee holes together. It really was an absurd thing, being human.
PD
Touching their pee holes together? You must elaborate.
STEVE
Right, well, I told you how new life comes out around the pee hole, but really what happens is there’s two different kinds of humans down there, the creative aspect of existence being represented in human form with a linga or cock and the receptive aspect being represented in human form with yoni or a cunt, and the cock goes into the cunt and there’s a brief exchange of fluids in which little fish swim into a spherical thing called an egg and then one of the little fishes gets into the egg, I guess.
PD
You lost me. I don’t understand anything you’re saying right now.
STEVE
I suppose I don’t really understand it either. The little fish fertilizes the egg inside the yoni, and the fertilized thing in there gestates for awhile in the female before she shits it out next to her pee hole. They call it the miracle of life.
PD
That is… (beat) …miraculous.
STEVE
(beat) …and hilarious.
PD
Indeed, both.
STEVE
Everything’s polarities down there.
PD
Obviously there’s polarities in physical existence. How couldn’t there be?
STEVE
Yeah, I know, but they don’t know.
PD
They don’t know what?
STEVE
I mean, I guess some ancient humans had it all mapped out and called it Yin and Yang. It seems to me there was probably a time when humans were all balanced and equanimous and the Creative and Receptive elements of existence were represented equally on Earth and harmoniously in humans.
PD
But not while you were there.
STEVE
Hell no, it wasn’t like that when I was there. It wasn’t like that at all.
PD
It sounds to me like your time down there in the human suit was totally chaotic. It stands to reason that the humans were not experiencing a very balanced existence during your stay with them.
STEVE
You know what’s funny, Pete? Again, in the most sardonic kind of way, it’s funny how attached they would all become to their imbalances. If you’d try to dismantle their morbid ideologies and twisted beliefs, they’d take it as an attack upon themselves. And if you tried to show them the humor of their human-ness, they took it as though you were laughing at them. If you sang them pretty lullabies in poetic allegory and allusion, all they heard were frivolous sounds. They didn’t value the Divine Feminine at all while I was there. They thought their thoughts were very important, but that beauty was a frivolous accessory to life, something to be harnessed and sold.
PD
Sold?
STEVE
Yeah, they have a currency down there. It’s just corruption. They take everything beautiful on Earth and turn it into a resource and they sell it in order to buy more things.
PD
More things? I don’t understand. How could there be more things in a finite, material world?
STEVE
Keep in mind, they’re all convinced they’re separate, autonomous things, so in their separateness, they’re all trying to hoard as many things as they can and they invented a currency in which allows some of the humans to have lots of things at the expense of all the other living things.
PD
Why hoard things knowing they were all going to die soon? What did they think was going to happen to all the things when they left?
STEVE
I don’t know, Pete. I don’t know… Part of their collective delusion was that their impact upon the world was qualifiable, so in their separateness, each individual was trying to make the biggest impact on the world in order to be remembered by the other humans.
PD
Why would they all be trying to change the world when they didn’t even know who they were or what they were doing there?
STEVE
I wondered that a lot while I was there, too. It seemed to be part of the survival mechanism that was beaten into them as children. Their whole system was set up around competition. As soon as the little ones could talk and walk, they were forced into these brainwashing centers called schools where they were all judged on their performance relative to each other.
PD
Sounds like their whole system was set up around a certain paradigm of a fictitious idealism, but I can’t get over the fact that they didn’t even know what an ideal human was. What a hilarious waste of an autonomous dream.
STEVE
Brainwashed into believing they were entirely separate Beings, they spent their whole lives trying to own their wholeness by conquering it or consuming it or fucking it or dominating it, because they completely lost touch with the receptive.
PD
They didn’t understand the basics of existence. Is there any way to reach the humans from here now?
STEVE
I know a guy who’s still down there. He went by Robert LaSalle for awhile until Robert LaSalle was eaten by wolves.
PD
What’s the best format for these kinds of things?
STEVE
The humans really love dialogue. They watch a lot of movies and TV.
PD
What’s teev?
STEVE
It doesn’t matter. Maybe we can get that LaSalle asshole to type this up. Give me a sec.
PD
I presume that’s a measurement of timespace?
ROBERT
Hey guys, what’s up?
STEVE
Robert! How’s it going down there?
ROBERT
Oh God, I don’t know. It’s a nightmare, mostly.
PD
Oh hey there, Robert. I’m PD. You used that name for awhile as a kid, didn’t you?
ROBERT
I’m all of you and this and that and everything and whatever, sure. How can I help?
PD
How do you feel about typing up something for the humans?
ROBERT
To be honest, guys, the humans don’t listen to me.
STEVE
What do you mean they don’t listen?
ROBERT
I mean, I’ve been writing music and words for 38 years, and no one gives a shit.
STEVE
Oh, I see. Have you tried promoting?
ROBERT
It’s all about who has money down here, guys. I don’t have any.
PD
What’s the currency made out of? I mean, how hard can it be to get this guy some money to promote some music and words?
STEVE
Is it still made out of paper, Robert?
ROBERT
Yeah, it’s mostly just paper or metal or plastic or numbers. I don’t know anymore. Apps maybe?
PD
Well how hard is it to make paper?
ROBERT
If you want to make paper money for me to promote words and sounds, I can do that. I don’t know how many people will read or listen or whatever, but I’ll definitely try.
STEVE & PD
OK. Abracadabra!
*Money appears in Robert’s human existence*
ROBERT
Cool, thanks guys. What shall I write?
STEVE
Oh, you’re already writing it.
ROBERT
Am I?
STEVE
Yeah, you’ve written it as though it were a script, but without any formatting.
PD
What’s a script? This is so exciting.
STEVE
It’s dialogue or dialectic.
ROBERT
Am I supposed to act it out or what?
STEVE
Whatever works.
ROBERT
Well, I don’t really know what works, do I?
PD
Perhaps you do now, Robert.
ROBERT
My only intention here on Earth is to know existence and to share what I am able to share. I honestly don’t know how to cut through the noise of society to share anything with anyone. It’s just noise now, everywhere, all day, all night. Noise.
STEVE
There’s a lot of people down there who you could at least inspire.
ROBERT
That’s been my feeling as well, although it seems for most of my human existence, whatever propagates existence hasn’t favored sharing my work with the other humans.
PD
I don’t know much about being human, but I know the forces of existence push against us in certain ways when we’re not receptive to reality. Perhaps that’s changing for you now.
ROBERT
I just don’t see the point in activating the Creative force within me again if no one’s going to listen to what comes out. I’m sick of creating for no one.
STEVE
It’s too late for that, Robert.
ROBERT
Fuck, I guess you’re right. I’m creating again, aren’t I? Ugh.