And there are entities there. It’s not about calling them
up or the whisperings of them. No, they’re IN YOUR FACE. (laughter)
And they're right here, and they’re worse than in your face,
because what they do is, they jump into your chest and then they
jump out. And you have to keep saying, “Keep breathing, keep
breathing, don't freak out, pay attention.” And the entities
speak to you, and they speak both in English and another way which
we’ll get to in a minute. But in English what they say is,
“Do not give way to wonder. Hang on. Don’t just go gaga
with disbelief. Pay attention. Pay attention.” And
what they’re trying to do is they’re trying to show
you something. They are very aware of the fleeting nature of this
encounter. And they say, you know, “Don't spiral off into
amazement, and start raving about God and all that. Forget that.
Pay attention to what we're doing.”
And
then, what they’re doing is they’re dancing around,
they‘re jumping around, they’re emerging explicitly
out of the background, bounding toward you, jumping into your chest,
bounding away, and they offer, they make offerings. And they love
you, that's the other thing. They say this. They say, “We
love you. You come so rarely. And, you know, here you are. Welcome,
welcome.” And they make these offerings. And the offerings
are objects of some sort. And now remember, you are not changed.
You’re exactly the person you were a few minutes before. So
you're not exalted or depressed. You’re just trying to make
sense of this. And the objects which they offer are like, Faberge
eggs, or exquisitely tooled and enamelled pieces of machinery, but
they don’t have rigid outlines. They objects are themselves
somehow alive, and transforming and changing. So when these creatures
-- I call them tykes — when these tykes offer you
these objects, you like, you grok it, you look it and immediately,
because you are yourself, you have this realization: my God, if
I could get this thing back into my world, history would never be
the same. A single one of these objects is somehow, you can tell
by looking at it, this would confound my world beyond hope of recovery.
It cannot exist. What I’m being shown is a tiny area
where miracles are transformed.
And
the creatures, the tykes, are singing. They are speaking
in a kind of translinguistic glossollalia. They are actually making
these objects with their voices. They are singing these things into
existence. And what the message is, is “Do what we're
doing. You can do what we're doing. DO IT.”
And they get quite pushy about this. They say, you know, “Damn
it, DO IT!” And you're saying, “Bu...bu...bu...bu...”
And they say, “No, DO IT! Do it NOW! DO IT!”
And you say, “I can't handle this,” you know, and then
this kind of reaction goes on for awhile. Well, then, I actually...I
don't take credit for it, it was not willed, but like something
comes up from inside of you. Something comes out of you, and you
discover you can do it, that you can use language to condense objects
into existence in this space. It’s the dream of all magic,
but here it is, folks, happening in real time. And then they’re
just delighted. They just go mad with delight and turn somersaults
and turn themselves inside out and they all jump into your chest
at once.
