It is magical, Gonzalo Gutierrez, 2024

XXII

The god of poetry spoke thus into the ear of his son:

Do not conform only with a name and an image,

For they are both one and the same guess of reality.

A big ocean lies between conformity and plenitude.

You are that opening and that crossing..

Just because you have been given a name and an image

It doesn’t mean that you belong in equal terms.

If you accept to be defined by a name and an image

You blind yourself for you also become only a guess of reality

Not reality itself.

A famous image is not plenitude but grandiose delirium.

A fake name doesn’t make you chameleonic but a poppet of those that gave you such name.

To defend you is not to give you a fake name and a fake image but to allow you to find your own name and your own image in order to recognize what little they do, that they are nameless and imageless, the gate of the mysterious.

You must question what people are trying to make you conform to,

The god of poetry spoke,

While continuing to water the garden.

XXIIV

The ghost of Laozi laughed for the first time in the story and spoke thus while Like a Rolling Stone played on the radio:

This is the story of certain artists collaborating with other artists to steal, control and transform the master story of an aspiring artist. 

The collective of artists were founded upon the ideal of each of their stories rising within one another to present themselves as the makers of a new story, so as to overcome the roots of a massive, older, rotten master story, built upon many lives and decades. 

The plot had been composed under the bed of a small girl waiting to become a woman. Her brother had gifted her with the game for her 10th birthday and she would apply herself to fulfill his desire, for the little girl loved her brother and she had been raised in the world of secret desires. 

The game was founded upon a presumption, seconded by a framing and continued by the development of a theft in a prayer. But the artists didn’t know that, which the aspiring artist was giving freely, could jail them. For on the other side of the story the aspiring artist had planned all along to play along - the feeding of one life story to create his own story. The aspiring artist first gave a photo of himself as a 3 year old, a few stories of himself as a 7 year old, followed by his romantic and professional aspirations. Sensing that they would steal each and every aspect of his life as to make him summit his life, as to make him forfeit his life, he accepted the challenge for it would demand of him a wit so challenging that it spoke to a worthy aspect inside himself that listened. 

In time it saddened him profoundly that there could be no other end to the game than his submission and so, after having lost it all to his thieves, he built upon all the loss a life they could not touch, not even after having stolen all a man could be, so as to make another man, better, built upon their fame and their name.

The night of the hare, Gonzalo Gutierrez 2024

XXIV

These are all my faults, said the God of Poetry.

This was known as the correction of the son. And it took place while they listened to Mind to be had, by Blonde Redhead.

XXV

Laozi hadn’t spoken that much since the 5th century before Christ was born and died. Beach house was playing by now.

Spirit influences the Soul as much as the Soul influences Spirit. The marriage of Spirit and Soul make up the map of experience. The formed image influences the energy and the energy influences the always forming image. The images you consume affect your energy and your energy affects your soul or psyche. The images you consume are above all part of the conscious and unconscious collective. The personal and the collective go hand in hand as the always becoming image, that ghost you are, that soul you are. Nature expresses itself through its spirit projected into a soul or a becoming image (mind to be had). The marriage of Psyche (Soul) and Love (Libidio) or Sexual Energy is the natural expression of your nature which shapes itself through each and every natural being. But when the mind of a human being is thought like a fish that once caught his body is forgotten, then misery arrives, self delusion arrives.

XXVI

If you build yourself a myth,

you become prisoner of that myth,

build yourself a myth,

let me out of your myth,

Don’t think it twice, it’s all right.

XXVII

But the son was a replacement of memories. For the gatekeepers, people were just bags of meat filled with brainwash. They couldn’t comprehend that a living image is never just reduced to the knowledge of an image, but impermanent, and that all things make up for that impermanence - experiences, the visuality of the epoch, etc. And so they fixed an image to the son that repeated itself in a large segment of his impermanent existence so as to become permanent, the foundation of a myth, said the gate keepers, an image that represented the judgment of the gate keepers that saw themselves as the protectors of the secret that only those worthy could unlock.

What can be spoken into a living memory (a human being) is to some extent controlled depending on timing and as the result of the mental state of the person that gives the symbols. On the other hand, because the knowledge of the symbols given always surpasses the individual givers of such symbols, these symbols can influence, in ways that are unforeseen and that must be found in epigenetics, among other fields. No human being knows it all. The evolving image of the son was thus coopted by many players that recognized each other in between so many blinded by the con. Not many people understood the nature of humanity with more profound insight than these people that called themselves the gate keepers, who selected, used and replaced all kinds of humans, memories and experiences for their craft, some were just reduced to the role of audience, or casts or subjects, while they spoke for all through the secret languages of the art.

Gonzalo A Gutiérrez Hernández September 2024.

Gonzalo A Gutiérrez Hernández, 2024