02/22/2020
Free Association Writers Group
THE WORD: Sealing
I see the introductory interviews prior to intake.Some are very, very dramatic. And sort of silly, if you ask me. Memories and regrets seep through the cracks in their minds. Does everyone go through the same experience? Nobody knows because nobody says. It's all very messy.
Have you ever dropped a bottle of olive oil on the floor? A jar of honey? How about a combination of the two. Just imagine it for a moment and you will understand why I use the word messy.
More and more people show up weekly. I am only in the conference room, several floors above the reception area, once a week, on Fridays. If every day is like the Fridays I've seen, we are going to hit capacity before we know it's even coming.
They, we, all are required quarantine and debriefing when we find ourselves at the tall, glass doors that lead to the interior of the next phase of our lives. It is an interesting process when looked at scientifically. Myself, being in a job that could loosely be described as the equivalent of R & D, can't help but look at the much wider, slightly chilling, scope of the consequences of what we do.
Without going into it, and you probably wouldn't understand it anyway unless you are a fellow academic of the sciences, I will merely suggest to you that you think about an olive oil spill and a honey spill converging and surrounding you.
Nobody every thought that memories and childhood dreams and trauma of every kind could require so much physical room. Or that they would demand the level of security needed to keep them all calm and contained.
Personally, I think that so many people are choosing to enter this realm because they are learning how to manipulate the system, rig the analysis reports, and custom build a state of being that they have spent a long time deciding upon.
The internet is filled with so many facts and so many falsehoods that you could decide to hand everything over that you have, that you are, and have your future in this realm built to what and how you think you want to be.
All of them forget, though, that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. It's a little bit sad, but mostly funny as hell for us to share stills and vid clips back and forth as we play "Guess what this guy was expecting". You wouldn't believe what I've seen, honestly.
So jumping forward to now, there is a growing movement to shut down the process that we've developed over so many years. They think that by shutting down and sealing up the operation, that will stop what we do, it'll evaporate into thin air. They think that life and society will eventually reestablish itself, like the jungle swallows up abandoned settlements. They couldn't be more wrong.
They don't know how many have willingly and enthusiastically moved forward to the next level of being. And how much more equipped they are and always will be to take on a challenge like this. They are doomed before the revolution ever begins.
Chapter 2
Nobody ever asks and I don't make a habit of announcing it, but my grandfather on my mother's side was instrumental, more than that, he was a pioneer in the sciences, social/mental/physiological, and was single-handedly responsible for creating the method in which we begin to groom those who either needed to make changes before they made trouble, or those who would be of help in the creation of and the maintenance of the operation as a whole.
So much goes into it. You would be, I think they used to say, "flabbergasted"...such a funny sounding word...if you even knew the half of it. I certainly had little idea of how vast it goes and I grew up in an environment of being aware of and being told of the improvements through time. Almost everyone, in one way or another, is involved in the workings of the system. It is so...let's just have you picture a complicated fractal image that you keep zooming toward. You'll never reach it because it never stops growing and spreading. The tighter the focus, the bigger it becomes.
Back to my grandfather. He was an odd one. For some reason, in his academic and life studies, he furiously gravitated toward advertising, I guess you'd call it back then. Truly, it is merely the practice of the manipulation of the masses. Let's not sugar-coat the process and what it really is.
Because of all the troubles and issues and push-back from society as the times became more chaotic, and anger and discord were starting to spark the organizing of those willing to rise up and fight back, there came the need to make society controllable. And to do that, they needed to become controlled.
Granddad had interests in the field of intentional ambient messaging as well as mental/emotional manipulation through audible stimulus. He also was a huge aficionado of those vintage television programs from the late 20th and early 21st century. Oddly enough, these two interests of his combined in his twisty brilliant brain and came up with the idea to pipe certain sounds into and throughout particular areas, troubled neighborhoods, areas that subversives were known to frequent. Places that too often erupted in the conflagration of social anarchy.
So he developed what they called "spheres" of ambient sound: birds, low voices murmuring, even just the sound of a breeze sometimes. These recordings were merely a thin skin over which a systematic barrage of messages were arranged. Be complacent. Do not rise up. Stay calm. Do not think too much. He put together a team of talented scientists and linguists that came up with probably hundreds and hundreds of subliminal commands that began to groom the inhabitants of these chosen areas to stop demanding what they want and start asking what they can do.
Granddad died when I was 13. He willed his books and his journals to me. I was elated. That library of his held most of my favorite bits and pieces of childhood. Before he was taken, that is. But I was in the process of emerging from childhood into young adulthood. It was a troubled time for most families but not mine. I'd grown up within the system so I didn't know any other way. It was weird, being one of the only kids I was aware of that were not pre- or post-processed. We were just living it. We didn't know any different. None of us did. And we never asked.
At first Granddad's experimental methods were tested in small, controlled environments. But as proof of their effectiveness emerged and spread, the areas were expanded to include parts of New York City, Chicago, Atlanta, Dallas, Los Angeles...the places you'd expect. But they went deeper with it. They created a web throughout Berkeley, hipster Portland, Austin, parts of Colorado now that the state had reinvented itself as a far-reaching and well-organized communal society, even Minneapolis, despite the long winters, saw its fair share of activity. Any place that showed a potential for or an emergence of free thinking became an area needing dampening. It was important to keep things controlled so the transformation of the individuals, once within the gate of the New Realm, was desired and was rarely questioned by those succumbing toward the new way.
So the ambient spheres spun and rotated. Every moment was new. Not one was the same as another. But out of chaos, there created order. Every moment was new.
Of course, with the subconscious bending of the will came the conscious creation of a visual method of manipulation as well. The two senses work so well together when hand-in-hand on a mission. Phrases like "selling ice to an Eskimo" resurfaced long after that group of peoples were disbanded, their history was white-washed, and the origin of their story as a people had been homogenized out of existence.
