Extrovertive Mysticism = No Religion?

June 11, 2010 at 6:06pm

Beyond space and time, there is the eternal NOW. This is what the Eternal Now would tell us, "You can, using your ordinary senses, gaze into the eternal now and find ME there. In a extrovertive state of consciousness your perception of the world is changed and unified into one ultimate being, YOU."

In an age of cellular phones and computer modems there is a clearer vision than ever before, can we call God? Do we dare name the deity that we hold responsible for our sorrows and joys? For centuries we have been plagued with scenarios for Armageddon and the Rapture. A form of Extrovertive Mysticism is to see the "Spirit" in everyday life. Check the movie listings and read the TV Guide. The Death and Resurrection is symbolized in every screenplay ever written.

Laurie Anderson, a performance artist, said, "I don't believe in an such thing as TV. the just show the same thing over and over again." This reverence for television has turned a piece of furniture into a Pandora's Box of the Twenty First Century. It's all in there. You just have to look inside...

"How do you let the world in?"

"Can't keep it out."


Prophets have followed a path that the needle has lead the strings of time. Religious leaders have kept their followers on that path. Prophets and religious leaders are now part of the information highway.

Computer technology shows us a photo of the future and we all see the picture differently. A handful of us have been correlating our responses and we have reached a conclusion that helps us translate our culture. The media entertains us and helps us decide what to buy and sell. Is it a word game entrusted with the power of persuasion? The nothingness of existence is nothing but a word game. According to Meister Eckhart, "There is no idea, form, or likeness of God that we can make for ourselves." In Eckhart's life, no there was not. Their outside influences consisted of church language and bar speak. There was no communication through wire or cable. We now have information on demand. We now have wireless communication with virtually everyone, so why should we continue to wonder if the Supreme Being, which is not an entity or a thing or pure being or pure nothing, is communicating with us?


All faiths concur with the theories of a Universal Consciousness in one form or another. These include Pantheism, Stoic Pantheism, Identity of Opposites Pantheism, and the 17th century idea that the world and God exist in indissoluble unity. An Absolutist view of this theory is that God is identical with the world, both being absolute and changeless. Hinduism approaches this concept, that the inner self and the Divine are absolute and identical. The Identity of Opposites Pantheism is evident in Buddhist devotions. Monastic Pantheism grew out of the mystical movement of Sufism.

If God and the world are identical, are we not God? Meister Eckhart believed this and cultures alive today believe it. Forces of truth create human excellence. The Evolution of Consciousness has awakened the Divine Dream. Our cultural evolution, of which Eckhart and Buddhist monks have contributed, is alive with Spirit. History has completed a jigsaw puzzle to be assembled by the mystics and the scientists.


If the media...helps us watch the horizon, and, if we all diffuse the information in different ways, then the horizon is a very busy place. In order for even the most inconsequential communication to be effective it must first attract your attention, you must then accept it, so it can be interpreted and stored for future use.

This is a page of a letter that I wrote in 1986, when I first became aware of my existence:


I understand the concept of behavior modification, and I now understand the nature of the experiments (that) I have been subjected to. I will ask no questions now. I am in awe. I don't know who heads the operation or even if it is terrestrial. My father is...Verne (is)...others are suspicious.

I am honored. I can make it cause I can take it. FACT: I love all my "cd players". (I do have my favorites.)

I feel welcome in the machine. I will be happy to release any information about this deception of research. I am not bitter about the embarrassment or even the anguish. That only proves that I have succeeded in learning to deceive even myself. I can accept the charade because it could not possibly have happened any other way. I couldn't have written about things I didn't know if I did know them, Right!

I have been bitchy though, haven't I?


Culture made stupid.


Don't you get it? the Q-crew does not play Michael Jackson. It was the Pleasure Principle in action. Edgar was driving my car, so they were playing for him. I could tell you more that I've heard, but it would blow your mind. When you realize the scope of what's going on, call me, we'll talk!

Watch for Doctor Jimmy and Mister Jim when the snakes come marching in!

I know about the Control of Candy Jones. I've known about it for a long time.

69. p=12, f=$800, b=$4000, q=36 find A

End of letter...

That was the beginning of my quest for the cosmic answer. In my life, religion, faith and spiritual endeavors were absent. I knew what it all was but the subjects had never made me FEEL anything. But MUsIC did. (The real story here is how 7 disc jockey's at a rock and roll station showed ME my spirit.)

There are many descriptions of the exalted state of being that I am in contact with. The live wire of experience has brought me to a consciousness that I will try to describe in 21st century words. The condemnations of mystics over the centuries make it difficult for anyone to make this claim. The words used to illustrate this state of consciousness sound like the ecstasies of a lunatic. Is there no reality to the mystical consciousness? My delusions of grandeur make for a richer life. It has taken me many years to gain the strength to say this: I have passed through the purgatory, lingered at the sight of the divine illumination and I believe in the Union. The spirit and the mind are able to finally recognize each other and lead a fuller life this way.

It is still a struggle every day, but I believe in myself. Everything I see, hear and smell, touch and taste reminds me; IO can have no body yet appear to be.


If angels are agents of the soul, and the mystic really is "in touch" with the "other world", how do I interpret what I see? That is the questionable part of my intellectual plan. Unity shines through trees-hills-tables-chairs. We can realize this using our ordinary senses. Can we see the angels? Do we really hear HIM? What are the forms of imagery that stimulate the senses?


Blake said that Jesus is imagination. Today humanity is media bound. We have a culture that isolates it's people. Television is the largest force for separation of the family. At one time, when television was novel and almost supernatural, it was conducive to family life. The family "got together" after dinner to be entertained by television aimed at them, "the family". As the world grew and technology progressed the family we knew was formed into "co-habitating individual consumers".

Television is just one of the mediums responsible for the "quest for Oneness". We are bombarded with information every waking moment of our days. This was always so. Nature is the moving force of the world. The Air, the Wood, the Metals, and the Minerals kept our bodies alive. The Radio, the Music, the Television and the Books keep our minds alive. Medium Messages are the moving force of the world. (We are destroying Nature - What are we doing to our Ourselves?)

My personal philosophy of religion, faith, space and time, etc...is the view of a common (cosmic) thread in the theories, manifestos, ideologies, and the sacred and the profane, etc....Unlike Hume, I believe I do have Positive and Empirical Knowledge of a Divine being united. I have a reason to believe.*

There is NOW a Science of God (see Cyberspace). Sacred Time and Sacred Space have evolved into Wireless Communication Anywhere Anytime Always. We have come to a point in history where there is no new idea. Every story, every blueprint, Everyman can see the Other in Everyone they have ever Experienced. (see Eliade) (All spaces and all times are Identical.)

I can see clearly now the truth and falseness in all. My father said they were both sides of the same coin. That is the reality. Meaningless... I no longer share sacred space with my father.

I have done what I could to train myself to be logical...

Human tones

Runes and riddles

Glory that was

Glimpse the eerie

Free for all

Plus shipping secret

Mystical dancing

And that carried into my singing.


Sound is the key to time travel

Whatever you hear is happening now

In the 5th dimension

Synchronicity in the senses, movement and


Hello, I love you.

The theory of everything. Super strings = guitar strings.

Here come the Hooters again.


I Know the Secret

The 7 Last Words of Christ





Hearing is believing

The Sound of Music (Jethro Tull)

Music of Faith and Inspiration (Creation)

Starman (photo)

Angel (drawing)

The Mission

The End



~Donna Surles (written sometimes during the 90's)~

zone of proximal development

abandoned on the stairs.among

broken walls and smudged rainbows

can I depend on destiny to free me?

depend on destiny.to free me.no.

envelope me.envelope me in the.the

fields of light.dark.shattering void

giving substance to the emptimess

hanging from my frozen branches.

I.no not I.I watched you break

just break.not shatter.just break

killing my dream.at least I thought

light couldn't get in anymore

making my dream dark

no not dark

only shadowed.

pure. though it was

quite functional I discovered

revealing a

shred of light (magically now opening pure thought)

that in my mind that was no longer mine

universally it was theirs. it was

violated.yes violated


X number of strangers watched

you. or is it me now. no you.no me. as you

zoned my mind for proximal development.

On Consciousness

The Evolution of Consciousness Using Radial Energy:  A Collection of Thoughts, Quotes and Illumination

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

Jack fell down and broke his crown

And Jill came tumbling after


We shall assume that, essentially, all energy is psychic in nature...divided into two distinct components: a tangential energy, which links the element with all others of the same order...and a radial energy which draws it towards ever great complexity and centricity--in other words forwards.

                        - Teilhard de Chardin

Perusha is shining,

yet formless cosmic spirit,

the Self of the Universe

S/He is within everything,

and without everything,


untainted by either breath or mind.

S/He is beyond eve(n) the tendency to take form.

                         - Mundaka Upanishad

Complexity provides a benchmark for evaluating the direction of evolution...to contribute a greater harmony a person's consciousness has to become complex.

                         - Milhaly Csikszentmihalyi

['ontology recapitulates phylogeny']

-- suggesting that individual development follows along the track of species evolution.

And we can only stand in deepest awe and admiration for those isolated souls, perched on the mountaintops far away from their fellows, who were quiet enough in their own hearts to hear the call of the Beyond.

                         - Ken Wilber

According to Wilber, a few individuals of the late mythic period are said to have reached the higher subtle realms, where experience is characterized by a devotional sense first felt in the worship of the goddess.  And during the ascent of the mental structure a few gifted individuals are said to have achieved dramatic leaps into the casual realm and Eve(n) beyond the original source of Being.  These were religious geniuses such as Jesus Christ, Gautama Buddha of India, and Lao Tzu of China.

Contemporary theorist/neuro-psychiatrist Gordon Globus wrote, in the late nineteen eighties without the benefit of recent scientific work, that the brain is a system on the edge of chaos.  Neurophysiologist Larry Vandervert is well aware of the importance of chaos to the function of the brain.  He believes that the physical brain carries a remarkable intrinsic capacity for a much larger natural intelligence than we ordinarily see.  According to his thinking, this is in  part because the brain carries in its evolutionary inheritance internal process patterns, or algorithms, that match the subtle organization of the world itself.  It is thus not entirely surprising that creations of the human mind such as mathematics have their counterparts in the world of nature.

(above reprinted with permission by Allan Combs from The Radiance of Being)

The first thing to do in the sadhana [spiritual work] is to get a settled peace and silence in the mind.  Otherwise you may have experiences, but nothing will be permanent.  It is in the silent mind that the true consciousness can be built.

                          - Sri Aurobindo

One of the most visionary authors of recent time is William Gibson.  In Count Zero he created a world in which god like beings are auto-created in a future world-wide information network...like [Jungian] archetypes their appearance is often unexpected and charged with numinous power.

Unity of consciousness involves a network of energy...all this comes from behind a veil....but a time comes when it is able to...take command and turn all the instrumental nature toward a divine fulfillment...the soul is able now to make itself ready for a higher evolution of manifest consciousness.

                          - Sri Aurobindo

This [all] reinforces my belief that cosmic consciousness is a part/in essence the whole of technology.  Science and Nature are not separate[d].  The waves of consciousness are at one with electro-magnetic radiation.  I have done extensive research on/of .connections. between 'spirit' and media.  The ever-present process of chaos and broadcasting are 'in tune'.  The Matrix is alive and you are in it.

In 1995 I wrote prophetic paper that declared that a network would .become. that would be designed for the soul.  This is it.  It is here now.  We all share in the building of this perfect magic structure.  There are many here. that are laying the foundation for illumination at a cellular level.

Here and else where we shall not obtain the best insight into things until we actually see them growing from the beginning.

                          - Aristotle

We must become partners in our own evolution.  As evolutionary pathfinders we are on the verge of making an important contribution to a evolving humankind.  Just as when the emancipation proclamation freed the slaves, we are proclaiming freedom.  This is the emancipation from years of bondage of our consciousness.  This is where it will happen.  We can all participate.

This is the culmination of all divine thought [a priori experience] and energy with present technology.  You can see it happening all around you.  It is where evolution has always been taking us.  We have much further to go.  Let's begin.  Now we know what life is really about.  That changes everything.

The ways of individual development are many.  Choose your own ground.  We will be here if you have questions, not to guide, but to encourage.  And to help you find your own path to a positive pattern of bifurcation.

Turn your radio on..

...next we will examine the introverted and the extroverted traditions of mysticism.  and examine the true intelligence that sees into the sun.  and explore the genius of Robert Anton Wilson.  (we're not in Kansas anymore.)

To Witness:  There is no knowledge without objectivity of the intelligence; there is no freedom without objectivity of the will; and there is no nobility without objectivity of the soul.

This brings a sense of personal peace - which acts as a calming effect on others. The truth is not what you know - it is what you believe.

Turbulance comes to rest in the presence of a sage.

                       - Allan Combs

Have a bias toward action - let's see something happen now.  You can break that plan into small steps and take the first step right away.

                       - Indira Gandhi

I think, therefore I Am.  Logically speaking, that is true.  Let's break it down.  As far as we know, only humans have developed the 'concept' of logical thinking.  According to Jewish mystical tradition I Am is one of the seven names of God.  The phrase is found in many other religions, used to describe a Supreme Being.  If you think, therefore you are, you are describing yourself as a Supreme Being.  In essence, you are.  We all are.  We were [supposedly] made in the image of God, [therefore] we reflect the power of God.  Mysticism is a belief in unity with the consciousness of God.  BUT it is not the same for everyone.  Nothing is.  We each view (or think of) the 'world' in a different way. In non-religious mysticism, [as in the Goddess traditions] you become one with Nature.  ..Mother Earth..  I think, therefore I Am describes the moment of illumination.

Various mystics subscribe to one of two theories of Divine Reality: emanation or immanence. In the emanation view, all things in the universe are overflowing from God. In the immanence view, the universe is not projected from God, but is immersed in God.

                       - Alan G. Hefner

“The first and most direct outcome of the moment of illumination [the mystical insight] is belief in the possibility of a way of knowledge which may be called revelation or insight or intuition, as contrasted with sense, reason, and analysis, which are regarded as blind guides leading to the morass of illusion... The second characteristic of mysticism is its belief in unity, and its refusal to admit opposition or division anywhere ... A third mark of almost all mystical metaphysics is the denial of the reality of time. This is an outcome of the denial of division ... The last of the doctrines of mysticism which we have to consider is its belief that all evil is mere appearance, an illusion produced by the divisions and oppositions of the analytic intellect.”

                        - Bertrand Russell

"What I am trying to translate to you is mysterious; it is entwined in the very roots of being" — Paul Cezanne

When people see my art and read my stories and poetry sometimes they say "Ohhh, you are so new age."  That is one of my pet peeves.  The last thing I want to be described as is "new age".   It is not "new age"; it was going on long before I was born and will continue long after I am dead.  We just now have reached a point in history[now] where we can begin to decipher all the clues with our evolved brains.  Visionary artists have been illustrating the now forever.  Visionary art is art that purports to transcend the physical world and portray a wider vision of awareness including spiritual or mystical themes, or is based in such experiences.  Art and music tell the story best; everything is there.  Symbolism and surrealism are perfect examples of visionary art.

The Burning Man Festival, the Boom Festival and art spaces such as  Synergenesis and the Interdimensional Art Movement promote visionary art.  Check them out.  There are others breaking the code.  The code that the Masters laid down for us over the ages. 

The whole drift of my education goes to persuade me that the world of our present consciousness is only one out of many worlds of consciousness that exist. 

                               - William James



Writing (Mine)

SCREENPLAY TREATMENT: White Feather by Donna Surles

     The film will open with nothing but sound and vision, i.e. synchro-kinetic soundtrack and visuals.


     From there, the story begins with a woman, CHRISTINA ROSE, who is an upwardly mobile person of the 90's.  In her language, that just means she is the kind of person the Greek's were thinking of when they were 'seizing the day'.  She is quick.  She does free-lance reading and writing.  That is, she receives first editions of new books, reads them and writes reviews.  This she does in her spare time.  Her primary motivation is contact.  Just contact, with anyone and anything, anytime.  In her quest for proof of her existence, she has lived and loved on many different levels.  She has many outlets for these experiences, including a corral of bizarre friends, "one of whom is destined to appear at any moment", she thinks to herself, as there is a knock on her sliding glass door.  "Come in," she calls, barely glancing up from her newest book.  It had arrived today, 'Planet Fire' by Joey Malone.


     Enter PETER KING, her partner-in-crime.  He is a successful talk-radio host who is between jobs right now. The last station he had a show on was unhappy with the subjects he was introducing on his show, "Spotting Fakes", and he had quit before it got dirty.  Since then he had been developing an idea for a new show and was preparing to present it to another station.  Today he is particularly glorious about his unemployment and was wearing a silk kimono and grinning.  "Yo babe, you ready?'


     "For what?", Christina replies, sensing trouble already seeing how Peter is dressed.


     At the same moment, DAVID ROSE, Christina's brother enters the front door yelling, "It's Saturday!".  he especially likes to celebrate weekends now that he has a 'real' job at a community college teaching a few classes in Mineralogy.


     Christina jumped up and said, "David, knock sometimes, okay?"


     Peter and David quickly come together and start a heated discussion about a new television show that had started the previous evening.  "Remember that part?", says David.


     "Oh great, we're going back in time."  Christina leaves the room.


     On the screen appears a television screen showing the words LAST NIGHT.


     We're in David and BLAZE FLEMISH'S house.  The four of them are sitting in a room with the television on, but no one is watching it.  They are all working on individual projects.  Christina is sitting at a desk, typing.  Peter and David are playing chess.  Blaze is sitting by a window, with the moon shining in, building a mask.  The mask is glowing in the moonlight.  It has feathers and sequins and strings hanging from it.  It seems to take over the room, appearing much larger than life.  Over the silence of the presence of the four, we hear the television, "So, what will happen to the millions of people who listened faithfully to peter's show?  Where will they go?  Will we ever hear from them again?"


     Peter looks as if he is contemplating a very serious move on the board.  In fact he hasn't looked up once at the show that had interviewed him and others in his field, including the power-mad executives at the station he had last been employed by.  No one had ever said a bad word about him though.  It was made to look like he was well respected and that the network had valued his creativity.  "Thousands, pshaw, I want millions.  Checkmate!" as Peter blew every theory David had ever had about the game of chess.


     A shot of Christina's last typed page, which contains the word BUZZARD written over and over again, as if she had to type it perfect before she could stop.  She was like that.  No one knew though.  No one ever looked at anything that she wrote.  They knew it was her work, and as far as they were concerned, she sealed up and mailed away every word that she wrote


     Next we go back to Christina's home as she walks out of the bedroom, changed, and repeats, "Ready for what?"  Peter remembers his mission and tells her about a show downtown that is opening today.  The rest of the scene is Chris and David deciding where to meet later.


     Peter walks outside, checks his mail, and goes into his apartment, leaving the door ajar.


     Back to Christina's living room, overhead shot focusing on the floors chessboard pattern and the stacks of books and magazines placed there.


     Several days later, after checking his mail, Peter finds he has been offered a chance to pitch his new show to a network in NYC.


     He is pacing the room, mumbling about something.  he is leaving in three days.


     "During the next few years we are going to find out...what was discovered."  Christina is mumbling to herself also, while she types.  She finally has a chance to do something for herself.  She has been so interested in helping Peter retain the image he thought that he needed, she had almost forgotten about her own dream.


     She and Blaze are writing and costuming a film about the heathen festivals of the divine death and resurrection.  Christine is in the middle of re-reading her third re-write of the script when Peter came in.  She quickly slid it under the sofa.


     Peter looks as ashen as one of Blaze's fertility masks.  He has been struck by the realization that this is the offer he has been waiting for.  He tells her about the offer, adding "You'll have a great time there."


     "What's wrong though?"


     "I'm afraid, afraid of going there without you, and just as afraid of going there with you.", Peter answers quickly.


     Christina says, "I'll be fine.  You'll be fine.  We've been through this before."  They had been apart years before.  And this time when Peter came back they had kept separate apartments anyway.  She knew it already, that he was leaving again was something she had been dealing with since that night.


     Cut to television screen, that reads, THAT NIGHT.


     Pan of the same room we saw before at David and Blaze's home.  This time we see the walls of the apartment, which are covered with masks.  There are big masks, there are small masks, and there are masks that look like actual flesh faces instead of masks.  We hear the television commentator again.  He is breaking away to a commercial, repeating the words, "Peter King,  Peter King".


     "Christina, you've always known that I have to do it my way, sing on and on until I get it right."


     "Sure, Jack, your way."  She knew he hated it when she called him that.


     Wisdom for Peter was an entirely different thing for him than it was for Christina.  She was comfortable with her anonymity, while Peter thrived on the attention.  she couldn't say that she blamed him entirely.  He had established a financial security that she could only dream about. And she didn't want it to come from him.  She knew she could dream it, if not earn it.


     The next week, Peter had already left, returned and left again, to start his new show, 'The Atomic Angel Theory', reaching millions of households worldwide, on syndicated radio every Tuesday night, late.


     This evening Chris is with Blaze and DEVON STAYONTAP, a ballerina with the fastest footwork in thirteen counties.  "A true idea must copy it's reality", Blaze says as she places two masks on her lap.  She is explaining to Devon that there really was no difference in any of her masks, no matter how ornate or plain that they were.  "They are all the same mask."  She finishes her lecture, noticing that Devon has no earthly idea what she is talking about and that Chris was paging through a magazine ripping out pages.


     "What are you doing, Chris?"


     "Tearing out every page with the word Peter on it, and God there are a lot of them."


     "Why are you doing that?"


     "Because I miss him."


     "Oh."  Blaze rises to replace the two masks on the wall.  Devon gets up, dances over to her jacket, puts it on and leaves the room.


     "She's weird."  Christina has been watching her little dance.


     "I know."


     "Oh, well."


     Shot of television screen.  'THAT NIGHT EARLIER'


     Christina and Blaze are in the kitchen.  "You know, Devon got a part in the next play at the Fireside."  Blaze always knows all the gossip.


     "Oh, did she?  Who's she playing?"


     "The coroner."






     Blaze and Christina fall to the floor laughing.


     We hear the television at David and Blaze's apartment, "During this half-hour we will feature an interview with the nation's next shock-jock, Peter King."


     We see Peter and David setting up the chess board.  "That weird chick Devon came over today."


     "Now, she's a strange bird", replies Peter, "yesterday Chris was reading a book that I swear, had Devon's photo on the cover."


     "Oh, yeah?"


     "Except this woman had a bone through her nose", Peter laughs heartily, "can't you just picture it?"


     "Sure can," David laughs at the thought.


     Christina arrives home.  She walks into the bathroom, rubbing her shoulder lades through her blouse.


     Months later we are back in Christina's house. It is different, darker, except this time there is a large television in the corner and in the middle of the floor there is a mime, NEVIL KING, Peter's brother.


     "So anyway, Peter really misses you and I think you should go visit him."


     "Hey, mimes aren't supposed to talk.  What are you doing?"


     "This is the only way I could think of to make you listen to me.  Every other time I mentioned Peter you told me to keep my mouth shut."


     "Well, I'm busy right now, okay?"


     "You're always busy when it comes to Peter.  What's the deal here?"


     She knew she would have to make him leave soon.  Sooner than she thought.   Things were getting worse since Nevil had dropped in on her.  And she never knew when he would leave.  One time he stayed three months.  But this time was the worst.  Her condition, she didn't know what else to call it, had worsened in the last few days.  What had begun as an aching back, especially her shoulder blades, had developed into something she could not control or explain.  She had begun to sprout wings.  The worse had been her visions.  [She is shown in a laboratory, in a cage, in a circus.]


     Christina was soon lost in reverie.  She knew she couldn't tell Nevil.  She knew she couldn't let Peter find out.  She knew it would be soon before she would have to stop going out of the house.  They were growing larger every day and it wouldn't be long before she wouldn't be able to hide them under the large clothes she had begun wearing.  She knew she would have to tell someone soon.  How would she get food?  And her mail?


     "Hey, what's wrong?"


     "Hey," repeated Nevil, "I'm sorry.  I won't talk about him.  Okay?  Hey?"


     Christina came back.  "What is it?  I'm sorry, Nevil.  I've got a lot on my mind, that's all."


     "Well, I'll get out of here tomorrow.  I'll stop bugging you."


     Christina doesn't answer.  She is concerned about the day after tomorrow, and after that.


     Weeks later, Chris and Blaze are sitting in the darkening room.  Blaze says sadly, "What are you going to do?"


     "I don't know."


     That night, after Blaze leaves, Christina forlornly rises from where she had been lying on her side on the floor. The wings were quite large now and they were getting sore.  They needed to be exercised.  She did wonder what the span of the wings would be if she stretched them out.  When she had shaken them off after showering today; that had felt especially good.  She was afraid and ashamed of them though, so she didn't move around much anymore at all.  Blaze had been bringing her food and mail to her for weeks now.  As she moved around the room, not noticing there was a clear view to the courtyard, it felt good to be up.  "Up", she said aloud, at the same time thinking how she had always taken the meaning of that word so differently than she now did.


     "Wings, my Lord, what am I going to do with these?"  As she spoke she lifter the right one a little bit, then the left one, and quickly it felt almost natural to actually move them about.  "I can do this."  She moved slowly in a circle, feeling the motion of the feathers brushing against themselves.


     She thought she saw something fly by the window and this brought her back to her senses.  She said, "That's enough of this foolishness", and once again curled up oh her pile of blankets on the floor.


     What she had seen out the window was the frightened figure of one PHILLIP JESTMAN, a neighborhood boy, who had just been wandering, as boys do, in the courtyard.  He had seen Chris through the window and now he was running home as fast as his little legs could carry him.


     Television screen, with the words, 'NEXT NIGHT'.


     Christina is listening to the television.  It is a National Geographic show about migration patterns of native birds.  She is once again standing, stretching her legs, her arms, and her wings.  She is beginning to feel comfortable moving them.  She spins, she shakes and she smiles.


     Outside the window, crouching near the flower-wall, are two boys, Phillip and DALE DRINKWATER, a Native American boy.  "See, I told you!"  I told you I saw a lady with wings!", says Phillip to the wide-eyed Dale.




     "I told ya", repeats Phillip.


     As Christina loosens up she looks at herself in the full-length mirror.  She is naked.  She is beautiful.  She has wings.  "Maybe they'll just go away", she hoped.  She shakes them again and it feels so good she begins to dance around the room.


     "May the saints be with us", says Dale.


     "What's that mean?", says Phillip.


     Dale shrugs his shoulders.  "I don't know.  My dad always says it.  Hey!  Do you know why I was late tonight?"




     "My dad blew up the kitchen!  Yeah, no shit, he was cooking up something on the stove and it blew up.  No shit.  Smoke alarms went off and everything.  It was cool."


     "Let's get out of here, Okay?"


     With one more peek inside the apartment, the boys were off to their respective homes, to their less-than-normal families.


     Two nights later, Dale and his father, ROGER DRINKWATER, are sitting in their kitchen going over Dale's homework for the next day.  "Dad, can people grow wings like birds?"


     They weren't even doing science homework, so Roger was puzzled.  "No, son, I've never heard of it."  He was lying.  He had heard of it.  Sure, he was a cook by day, but he was an alchemist at night, and in his studies there was a story about a woman with wings.  He knew it by heart.  "Why?"


     "Oh, no reason, dad."


     That night Christina had been exercising her wings while listening to the television.  It was the local news, and when the entertainment part came on she saw Devon.  Devon was now serving on the board at The Fireside, and she was being interviewed.  Christina became so excited she did a little flip of the tips of her wings and caught them on the coat rack.  "I had better be careful", she thought.


     Later on that night Roger was thinking about what Dale had said, and was re-reading the story of the woman with the wings.  Blue lights shone in the room as Roger opened a drawer with a key, and removed some vials and containers.  He poured a bit of each substance together and lit a match.  As he held the flame under the glass containing the mixture, the lights turned to yellow.  He knew someone was in trouble.


     Weeks go by.  Blaze brings food; Christina exercises at night.  She watches TV by day.  Listening to every word, sometimes tuning the radio in at the same time, trying to hear something, she tries to calm herself by stroking her wings.


     At night, sometimes when Christina was up, the boys would watch.  By now Roger was suspicious.  The boys had been very sneaky about something and he wanted to know what.


     One night Roger follows the boys.  He sees what they have been watching.  He knows what he must do.  


     Christina had not even opened the mail from Peter that had been piling up.  She was out of control.  No one but Blaze ever saw her.


     One night there was a knock on her door.  "Who could that be?", she thought.  "I'm not answering that door", she said to herself as she peeked out the peep-hole.


     There was an Indian man standing there.  He had a concerned look about him.  He knocked again saying, "Please let me in, I know you're there.  I won't hurt you."


     She was considering letting him in.  She had always trusted Indians.  Maybe he COULD help her.  Without another thought, she opened the door.  Hiding behind the door, she said, "Why are you here?"


     "I can help you."


     "I believe you."


     Late into the night, they mixed and measured and changed the channel again and again.  He had the cure; the wings were already withdrawing into her back.


     When morning came they were exhausted, but her wings were gone.  She was so excited.  She could begin living again.


     Television screen, with the words, 'LATER'.


     Chris could hear the television when she walked in the front door of David's house.  She saw the back of his head over a chair.  She walked up to him and slapped the back of his head.  "What is it?  You haven't seen your sister in months and your not even worried about her?"


     David jumped up and threw his arms around her.  "Hey, they told me to leave you alone.  I knew you'd be back,"


     Chris walks out to the kitchen, holding a bundle of letters. thinking, "They?"


     Blaze comes home, throwing her arms around Chris, "Look at my new kitchen!"


     After Christina had read all of Peter's letters, she called him and arranged to fly to New York the next day to visit him.


     Television screen with the words,'NEXT MONTH'.


     Peter says, "Check.  You know, I'm going to ask Christina to marry me someday."


     David says, "Yeah-yeah-yeah."


     "No, really."


     Fade to black.



Copyright ©1994  Donna Surles


The Rock & Roll Strategy of the Second Coming:

The Rock and Roll Strategy of the Second Coming and It's Dependence on The Transcendental Relationship of the Beauty and the Beast and It's Links to Universal Harmony Through the Use of Symbolic Interactionism in the Mass Media


     "She was old when the earth was young.   She stood atop Cemetary Ridge when Pickett made his charge,and she was there when the six hundred rode into the Valley of Death.  She was at Pompeii when Mount Vesuvius blew, and she was in the forests of Siberia when the comet hit.     She hunted elephant with Sealous and Buffalo with Cody, and she was there when the high wire broke beneath the Flying Wallendas.  She was at the Fall of Troy and the little bighorn, and she watched the matadors face the brave bulls in the bloodstained arenas of Madrid.     She was there when man went to the stars.  She saw the Battle of Spica and the seige of Serius V, and she sat in Jummy McSwain's corner the fateful night he fought Skullcracker Murchinson.  She rode the spaceways with the angel, and watched Billybuck Dancer die beneath the red Sun of a distant world, and stood beside Santiago when Johnny-One-Note gunned him down.    She has no name, no past, no present, no future.  She wears only black, and though she has been seen by many men, she is known to only a handful of them.  You'll see her - if you see her at all - just after you've taken your last breath.  Then before you exhale for the last time, she'll appear, silent and sad-eyed and beckon to you.   She is the Dark Lady and this is her story"  (Resnick 1-2).



                 WOMAN AND THE CISCO KID


              She was followed by the little child

                inside the man.             

              Her presence always made him feel a little older.             

              Pretending age as a cowboy senses balance,             

              Always reaching,                  

              Ever seeking,              

              Never seeing that his feet won't touch the ground.


              The directions never clear,

                a roundabout way             

              Always somehow takes him where he wants to go.             

              A distant mission forever reminding him,             

              Still searching,             

              Now calling,                            

              Somehow falling, now he floats in the air.


              She watches him fly slowly through the sky,

                 liquid jade             

              Brings sparkling wings to help guide him to a jeweled place.             

              A space left ageless, like he, a corner of time.             

              Sometimes grasping,             

              Never holding,              

              Constantly hoping that time will let him slide.



     Although written by two different people, Mike Resnick and me,respectively, they tell the same story.  The characters are known by different names; Jesus and Mary, Beauty and the Beast, Winston and Julia, The Phantom and Christine, Romeo and Juliet.  We can. if looked at in a different light, take this interpretation all the way back to Genesis and use the knowledge to gain cosmic insight.  "Woman, in the picture language of mythology, represents the totality of what can be known.  The hero is the one who comes to know.  As he progresses in the slow initiation which is life, the form of the goddess undergoes for him a series of transformations.  She can never be greater than himself, though she can always promise more than he is yet capable of comprehending.  She lures, she guides, she bids him burst his fetters.  And if he can match her import, the two, the know-er and the known, will be released from every limitation.  Woman is the guide to the sublime act of sensuous adventure.  By deficient eyes she is reduced to inferior states; by the evil eye of ignorance she is spellbound to banality and ugliness.  But she is redeemed by the eyes of understanding.  The hero who can take her as she is, without undue commotion but with the kindness and assurance she requires, is potentially the king, the incarnate god, of her created world" (Campbell 40).  Over the centuries our ability to communicate has increased greatly since the visionary wanderers of  Jesus' days.  This time he's bad, he's nationwide.  Our sociological and psychological standards have made each of his descendants a vital part of this machine, Earth.  Which leads to my vision of the only possible outcome of all divine thought coupled with present technology, the birth of a network designed for the soul instead of the skin.  I haven't studied the myths of the bible, the Hermetic Writings,or even the  Kama Sutra very much in my lifetime, but I know enough about these legends that I feel its fair to surmise that these teachings have been centuries developing foundations.  When the foundation of a theory can be grasped, only then does the theory become plausible.  According to Joseph Campbell, "Being in touch with myth and mysticism is what binds us to the earth and one another."  Being in touch, what could that mean?  Looking to the millions of of heroes and heroines of literature and the arts, we can find long awaited answers.  When asked how some individuals have a sense of this even though it's not inherent in their culture, Mr.Campbell responded this way, "Well, I arrived at it by reading something that wasn't just sectarian in it's treatment of the spiritual.  I did comparative historical studies; comparative literature, comparative religions, comparative mythologies, and traveled around a bit and saw that one song is being sung in many different languages, that's what one finds out.  But few people get out of the bondage of their cultural environment.  Very few, it's amazing...the two - the hero and his ultimate god, the seeker and the found, are thus understood as the outside and the inside of a single, self-mirrored mystery, which is identical with the mystery of the (manifest) world" (Campbell 54).   Technology has empowered mass communication in many forms. Using the Shannon-Weaver model of the communication process, the message is encoded by its source and decoded by the reader, and it's apparent that feedback to it's source is the key to progress in the communication process.   The different mediums must reach many people, thus they require the use of technological devices, located between source and destination.  Who says what through which channel to whom?  Who knows?  There are competing technologies in Mass Communication, especially between the print and electronic media.   The Cone Effect applies equally to all media. Here, "real life" is the center and our perceived media reality is a selective process where we choose our media to create our own constructed media reality.  Tony Swartz, in his book, THE RESPONSIVE CHORD uses the resonate theory of communication to illustrate that there is a constant flow of energy from the sender to the receiver.  It is all one thing.  You are the beginning of the message and you are the ending of the message.  The media eye is a pretext of the known thing.  This philosophic endeavor of exploring the "Nature of Life".  We examine communication models for confirmation of our own "realities",  


     Print-books, magazines and newspapers-is an integral part of our world.  I could not name a single book that has had the greatest impact on my life.There are a few authors that I follow, a few subjects I can't resist learning more about, and every once in a while I will pick a book out of the blue that blows my mind.  The myths of our culture are a vital part of my character.  Books are all fun to decode, plus they are a permanent record of ideas.


     Warren Chappell said it best in his book, A SECRET HISTORY OF THE PRINTEDWORD, "It is possible that books as repositories of human experience and creativeness may be overshadowed, or in time, replaced, by microfilm, because of the requirements of space or research.  But, for an author, there can be no substitute for a well-designed, well-printed, and well-bound edition of his manuscript, that he can hold in his hands and see and feel as well as read...the feel and look of a good page is just as desirable in the twentieth-century as it was in the fifteenth (century)" (Chappell 241).  This book was written in the seventies, and is a relevant today as it was then and will continue to be, as some things are better delivered in print.  (The book is always better than the movie.)


     Although it has been said many times about books, I think that magazines must be the playgrounds of the mind.  Magazines are an entirely different format, and there is an abundance of them, on any subject that can be thought of.  Dependant upon advertising, magazines supply much more than entertainment or "beauty tips".  My favorite magazines, in no particular order are; Musician, Mirabella, Down East, The New Yorker, Rolling Stone, just to name a few.  I subscribe to many.  They contribute to my artistic sense as well as provide much needed humor in low doses.  I like the ads, often more than the content of the mag.  Ads are usually photographs, and photos help us structure the world.  In a career such as mine, I like to keep up with the architecture of the different publications.  This does NOT limit me in my perceptions of the world.  If anything,it builds on them.  Magazines reflect the real values of our culture, producing and consuming, both of which I have become very proficient at doing.   Newspapers, on the other hand, serve an entirely different purpose, but not without the advertising.  There are different types of newspapers, just as there are various magazines.  There are Big City newspapers, serving and international market,and there are local newspapers, serving the local trades,  There are tabloids, (cheap sensationalized publications) and there are Street Sheets, serving the deep city folk.  All of it is news.  Some of it is news we can use.


     "If any messages come through the mists and mazes of history, it is that we should never underestimate the power and creative capacity of the human mind.  As long as the challenge is there, it is the eternal quest of the artist, scientist, or philosopher to envision the invisible, comprehend the incomprehensible, understand the unintelligible"(Campbell 381).


      Now, computers tell us, as related by Raja Flattery in THE JESUS INCIDENT, "There is a gateway to the imagination you must enter before you are conscious and the keys to the gates are symbols.  You can carry the idea through the gate...but you must carry the idea in symbols."  What Jesus had hoped for was a metamorphosis of nature, human and non-human,a transformation to the whole earthly form of existence.  Why would his hopes be any different today?  And are we ready?  The best answer to this question was in the TIME-OUT column of the Patriot-News (Harrisburg, Pennsylvania), written by my friend, Jim Lewis, "As I walked out of the store, I could feel the Yuppie staring at me.  I wondered if I did the right thing.  Was it silly to buy a pair of fuzzy-dice?  Was it too impulsive?  In the hallway, the splashing water in the fountains seemed to make a  clapping sound, while the plants, stirred by the manufactured air, seemed to nod, "Yes".


     It has been said that the Great Secret, the only secret, is that all things are secret (Maeterlinck xii).  The evolution of consciousness has awakened the divine dream.  The bridge between consciousness and creationism has been gapped.  The outcome of centuries of written recorded video-taped information, rich with introspection, is a fountain of knowledge, to be plotted and mapped, in order to discover your own way of interpreting the Great Secret.  The great divide has been bridged by religious teachers, great thinkers...scores of humans dedicated to the search.


     The creation of the collective consciousness of modern culture started with the invention of film.  When Edison filmed FRED OTT'S SNEEZE, who knew that film would develop into one of the most ambitious businesses in the world?  Movies are moneymakers and myth makers.  If the culture is healthy, the theaters will be healthy.  Mythologies bind us together as a civilization.  Movies fit a diverse and eclectic society like ours.  They reflect values, dreams, and the forbidden.  Celebrities fill our need for royalty and heroes.  Our society is about POWER, and the image IS the power and it sometimes reflects the power we can't have. The images do empower the viewer though, and there is control in the visualization process.


     In this generation the disembodied voice is the norm.  In film, you can also disembody the person from time and space.  In his book, COSMIC TRIGGER, Robert Anton Wilson said, "Star Trek is a better guide to the emerging reality than the New York Review of Books" (Wilson 209).  On the other side of the proverbial coin, THE BIBLE SPEAKS TO YOU says "Mystery may, in fact, be the gateway to a deeper understanding of life than would be possible without the element of mystery" (Brown 307).


     Mystery is evident on the radio.  Radio creates a passive audience and it has no natural feedback.  Talk Radio does, but what about Alternative, Classic, County, Jazz, and Hard Rock stations.  Listen to them.  They are all saying the same thing.  Music, most notably, rock and roll, is as important today as the Gregorian Chants were to the Dark Ages.  Shaping and focusing generations of humans has been a historical process that volumes of writings and scores of music has documented.  Many people, as children, found their first sense of belonging with the radio, and they grew up with it growing stronger every day.  However, I see a loose thread that few have attempted to weave into the mystery of the musical experience.  


     "Jesus has left the safe harbor of hymns and gospel songs to walk across the turbulent waters of rock and roll" (Huffman 58).  Do you ever wonder HOW Jesus is going to get here this time?  I do.  I was talking with a friend of mine about the Second Coming, and I asked her, "How do you think Jesus will appear?", and she proceeded to tell me about trumpets sounding, the heavens opening up, and Jesus appearing like a thunderbolt.  It just so happens, in my dream, Krimpets are appearing, there's trouble in Paradise, and I saw Jesus hiding in a yellow Volkswagen.  Remember that commercial?


      Rock and Roll IS coming of age.  Peter Gabriel and David Bowie are just two of the individuals who are in their forties who are making the loudest noises in the recording industry.  They understand the compositions of music and lyrics that are in synch with the mystery of rock and roll.  It is not a mystery why so many people live inthe world of rock and roll with an almost biblical faith toward the music.  It leads to a fuller understand to the meaning of life, and "Jesus Christ is the 'clue' to the meaning of life" (Brown 309).


     "Two major developments...have transformed the media in the twentieth century.  One is the triumph of the technological society and the resulting institutionalizing of the means of communication.  The other is the rapid rise of radio and television to a position of dominance over the other media" (Tebble 323). Television has gained control of a grand portion of the daily thought processes of many Americans.  At any given moment you can turn on the television and hear (or not hear) thought control taking place.  Not only in the sub-conscious advertising motives, but in the shows that are most popular to the public mind sphere.  It's downright frightening to me.  "No other medium has so influenced American life as broadcasting, in little more than half a century, and since its audiences are far larger than those enjoyed by any other media, embracing nearly all of the population, it has raised profound social, political, and cultural questions" (Tebbell 355).  Television and radio was once thought to be a uniting force for the people, "when in fact, it has splintered them beyond any real hope of unification"  (355).  "One must remember that 95% of American homes now have television sets, and the people in those homes watch them several hours a day" (373).  Not me, I don't have the patience to sit and watch artificial life.  I'd rather watch The Big Picture, which encompasses everything, everywhere, all the time.


     We (humankind) come from a place far from here.  This planet has become a "land of confusion" and it is time to prepare the not so future generations for a move.  It has been made clear to me that I am to influence potential "voices" with my knowledge.  When I first began to "break on through to the other side" I was instructed to study two great mythologies, the Bible and Star Trek, and to combine the info.  This was a Godsend, as I am able to use one of two primary approaches in my instructions, either Religion or Technology.  Yes, this IS the Second Coming; the Exodus HAS begun.  Help me let my people go.  Believe it or not, the American dream is to rock and roll away the stone.  You hear, smell, think, and sing it every day.  Where do we go from here, sweet children of mine?


     And, YES, it does have a basic theme; TIME.  History repeating itself is a bunch of bunk.  We happened first, NOW.  Every single printed word or man-made visual image ever created, from the beginning of time, relates to, or is allegory for what is going on right here, right now.  The late great secret of time travel is the power of sight and sound.  If all that remains is the NOW, does that mean it's already too late for a second coming?  Has it already happened in the now of the past, is it hidden in the now of the present, or is it looming on the now of tomorrow?  I think he's already here, hiding out.  Maybe he's afraid we'll kill him again.  Maybe this time he wants us all to be ready for what his appearance truly means in this day and age.


     The signs are all here.  For eyes and ears to decipher in their own ways.  From SPORTING NEWS to WOMAN'S WEAR DAILY, if you know the alphabet the range of data is overwhelming.  Roger Rabbit, eat my dust.  You will never see this story on the front page of your local paper.  It is too tragic to be entertaining, too true to be told.  Remember Orson? Yes, it could show up in the WEEKEND section of the NEW YORK TIMES, where fiction and reality are blended.  The movies, the comics, the music, that's where you will see it, if you see it at all.  Because the resurrection cannot be rationally explained, it must be told in symbols, codes, second sight, and most importantly "reading between the lines".  The great secret is being shouted from the mountains, the rooftops, and the highways.  It has been exposed to many, understood by few, and known to one.  It is within reach.  "The Unknown Man", "The Stranger", "the collective consciousness"' is the force of the world.  Tapping in is a cinch.  Nirvana awaits.  All the cliches of the world apply here.  Being "born again"in the "new age" can be a reality for seekers.  Finally, religion will walk hand in hand with technology.  It has always been a "matter of time".  When will we know, where does the sidewalk end, and how will we deal with the answers when they are staring us in the face?  Do the majority of us believe in the concept of enlightenment and is it possible for everyone, or just the chosen few? (10,583)


     This is my next step.  The cover of a recent FINANCIAL WORLD magazine said, "Intelligent telecommunications is the single most powerful competitive tool available in today's expanding global market."  I have no where left to go.  Again Mike Resnick asks, "WHO IS THE DARK LADY? Her portraits span the course of human history, yet she remains forever young, forever seeking...an enigma of the eternal night, she calls men to their great deeds...and to their deaths.  Not only humans hear her sirens song to the alien art historian, Leonardo.  The Dark Lady is much more than a haunting specter- she is the key to his salvation.  He will risk much to unravel the mystery of this most compelling phantom, but the Dark Lady guards her secrets well" (Resnick X).


     In a study of the possibilities for communication throughout the universe, it has been thought that an extraterrestrial message will be much more like a discipline of learned study than like a series of headlines.  Owing to the fact that pathfinders in the past have been religious teachers, it should not be surprising that a prophet holds the keys to the doors to the universe.


"Stay awake", he said, "that's all.

"The DJ wants to be a story

And she wants to be a star.

They sing in their glory

While she writes in her car.


"Excuse me while I kiss the sky."

A hush surrounds my ears,

Emptying waves into the canyon.

The rage of the dead clown

Causes me to whisper and cry.


"My name is Luka.

I live on the second floor.

I live upstairs from you.

Yes, I think you've seen me before."

  -Suzanne Vega




Works Cited


Brown, Robert McAfee.  The Bible Speaks to You.

         Phils: Westminster, 1975.


Campbell, Joseph.  The Hero With a Thousand Faces.

          NJ: Princeton, 1968.


Chappell, Warren.  A Short History of the Printed Word,

           NY: Knopf, 1970.


Herbert, Frank and Ransome, Bill.  The Jesus Incident.

            NY: Berkley, 1979.


Huffman, Eddie.  "Jesus is Rverywhere - The King of Rock and Roll."

            OPTION Oct. 1991: 58+.


Lewis, Jim.  "Time-Out".

             The Patriot 24 Oct 1987: B3.


Maeterlinck, Maurice.  The Great Secret.

              NY: University, 1969.


Resnick, Mike.  The Dark Lady: A Romance of the Far Future.

               NY: Doherty, 1987.


Tebbel, John.  The Media in America. 

               NY: Crowell, 1974.


Wilson, Robert Anton.  Cosmic Trigger.

               AZ: Falcon, 1977.

(Reprinted with permission from the author.)


Quotes from Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix graciously,

                Came naturally.


(C) Donna Surles 1991-2010