You can do this for literally hours on end.
For Advanced Players only…
When you become really really experienced at it, you can place a glass-mounted picture frame on the wall, and instead of staring directly at the green light on the wired-in smoke alarm, you can view the reflection in the picture frame glass.
Please note, this is strictly for very very advanced players, who are well in excess of eighteen years of age.
Now, by repeating, up-down; up-down; up-down-up… left-right; left-right; left-right-left, motions for several minutes, with both eyeballs, you will find that there are no longer just two half-moons.
Two new half-moons will now appear directly above your head…
Some people say that these new half-moons are being projected by your guardian angel…
Others believe they are now seeing through their third eye…
Warning…
Never attempt to perform any of these procedures unsupervised, no matter how old, or experienced you are…
But always remember to press really, really hard!
DISCLAIMER… Stanski accepts no responsibility for the horrendous injuries that will most definitely be inflicted on anyone who participates in any of the above procedures.
When the curtain is drawn down
On ears that refuse to hear
And voices that will not speak
Then eyes that no longer see
Can no more bear false witness
To the illusionists lies
When they do away with words
The silent minority
Have cause to celebrate
Not one syllable stated
No debate, no argument
Muted moral victory
A quiet satisfaction
An unspoken prophecy
Fulfilled by unchecked default
Unwritten suicide note
Undelivered, unaddressed
Language’s self-destruction
Assisted by apathy
The process begins with speech
Complacently corrupted
Silent H’s, G’s and T’s
Word mispronunciations
Ignored communications
Inarticulate voices
Colloquial expressions
That nobody understands
Deaf ears, dismissed instructions
Render vocals obsolete
Illegible handwriting
Transmitted to printed words
Completes the transformation
But few will even notice
Because eyes will be tight shut
When the sun no longer shines
And eternal darkness reigns
Over disillusioned eyes
Voices will no longer speak
Because ears don’t want to hear
That the end is soon to come
Defiant in denial
A new beginning beckons
Human nature steers its course
In the place of sights and sounds
Tactile communication
Expressing thoughts in feelings
Touching hands and hearts and minds
Inspiring understanding
Subconsciously accepted
By subliminal consent
All hands are joined together
All hearts beat in unison
And all minds become as one
Future, present, history
Height, length, width; irrelevant
Thus condensing time and space
To a single dimension
Senses dulled, but sense sharpened
Witnessing without seeing
Speaking though never talking
Listening without hearing
Ambiguity banished
Controversy defeated
The blind are blind no longer
Mute voices are amplified
And the deaf, at last, can hear
Mankind – created equal –
Recreates equality
8.What Goes Round
You wouldn’t have minded so much, would you? If it had just been a case of going into free-fall for a few seconds, hitting the bottom with a thud… and that was it… Game over.
But it isn’t like that at all, is it?
And you do mind…
Of course you mind… because that slippery slope, which is not quite so slippery as it’s always made out to be, can be a very long and uncomfortable journey… a very bumpy ride… depending of course, from where you begin. But let’s not do things by half measures… Let’s start from the top. That way we can see just how long it can take to reach the bottom… And don’t expect to hear a thud when we get there, either… You usually arrive quietly, inconspicuously, in a place where everyone ignores you, no matter how much noise you try to make. In fact, the more noise you do try to make, the more they ignore you. They’ve heard it all before, you see… all of it… And they don’t particularly like the sound of it… and they don’t particularly want to hear it again… any of it…
I sussed you out man
From the moment I laid eyes
You made it easy
I seen you coming
In the corner of my eye
I got your number
Ain’t got no reason
For the things you wanna do
You got a problem
You gotta learn man
To accept the way you are
And take it easy
Just how many times
Do I have to tell you why
How many times man
Tell me so I know
And we’ll try to go down slow
Like in the movies
Tell me which way turns you on
We’ll do it all man
What more could you want
From your fickle style of life
What do you need man
Don’t take my word man
It’s a racing certainty
It’s safe as houses
I’ll catch ya later
When the mood suits me just fine
Know what I mean man
You take it easy
And remember who you are
I’ll teach you how man
You make it easy
I can see it in your eyes
I sussed you out man
And don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re a special case… or that there’s anything unique about your particular situation… You’re not… and there isn’t… It’s as simple as that… Or is it…?
Voices in your head
Speak foreign languages
Meanings lost in translation
For reasons you don’t understand
Impulsive urges
Trigger wild reactions
Play havoc with your senses
For reasons beyond your control
Extreme perversions
Erotic; immoral
Pleasurable sensations
For reasons you won’t go into
Arrogant gestures
Cynical responses
Inconsiderate actions
For no particular reason
Erratic mood-swings
Illogical questions
Unpredictable replies
For reasons that never make sense
Distorted focus
Blurred edged images
Lapses of concentration
For reasons that remain unclear
Incomplete concepts
Confusing ideas
Lacking continuity
For reasons you cannot explain
No recollection
Misshapen reminders
Irretrievable knowledge
For reasons you can’t remember
False accusations
Fictional evidence
Spurious allegations
For reasons no one will admit
Records deleted
Identities altered
Anonymity preserved
For reasons that do not exist
Guesswork conclusions
Disorganised chaos
Inaccurate estimates
For reasons that have no basis
Download aborted
Insufficient data
Unavailable signal
For reasons that will not compute
They say ‘what goes up must come down… Aren’t they clever…? Well, no actually, they’re not…not that clever anyway. They’re just repeating a statement which describes one of the laws of Physics… But that still doesn’t make them clever, does it…? Smart-arsed; yes… Clever; no… not necessarily, anyway… The thing is, they just don’t care… and why should they, anyway? It’s just not their problem, is it?
So, instead of spending your time feeling sorry for yourself… and let’s face it, you’ve got loads of time on your hands now, haven’t you? And not just on your hands, either… In fact, you’re covered in it, aren’t you? Furthermore, you’ve got so much of it, you may even think you’ve got time to spare… time to give away… time to take away... time to dispose of… time to waste… time to burn…
But you haven’t…
So…
Getting back to the point…
Instead of just spending your time feeling sorry for yourself, get your lazy arse into gear and do something constructive… And make as much noise about it as you want, because, although everyone will still appear to be ignoring you, they’ll still only put up with so much, won’t they? And after a while, they’ll have no choice but to listen… or at least, hear… and find out what all the fuss is about…
And this is what marks your first victory… your first step on the road to recovery…
You got a reaction… and don’t worry about whether that reaction is positive, or negative… a reaction after all, is a reaction, and that, sure as hell, has to be better than spending your life looking at faces which display only a continuous expression of indifference…
The next step, of course, can be even more difficult, but, as they say, you’ve started, so you’ll finish… And you can show them that what goes down can get back up…
I
See
A light
At the end
Of the tunnel?
A distant promise
Beyond the horizon
Beckoning us tauntingly
All efforts to reach it thwarted
Remaining constantly elusive
Such is the nature of our destiny
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About The Author
Stanski is the kind of guy who doesn’t do things by half measures.
For example, he’s the guy who went to Thailand in 1999, to see in the New Millennium.
He enjoyed it there so much that he decided to stay on for a while.
He didn’t return to the UK until October…
October 2010…!
Stanski began writing in earnest in 2005 while recovering from a motorcycle accident, in the northern city of Chiangmai, in which he sustained serious head injuries.
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