2025 Chapter Roger
Joe
I've always been fine with being alone, going solo. I like people, at least I think I do, or maybe I like to think I do...
Roger
A waveform of personal significance has collapsed, how can we help you?
Joe
The classic problem, diverting a train that was going to kill 100 people so that it only killed 5. I am Clique, I don't need faith, I have experience. I know croaking is just reemergence into non physical, all the facets getting to revel in remembrance of being once again, gem. All the stupid shit and occlusion falls away, so good. I get that. Still though, back here in duality, where I STILL am, I terminated a few million fascinating incarnations, my friends, lovers, blood family... all rubbed out. Just so a few billion rubes can persist on Theme Park Earth, folks I don't know, I may never know, slobs and hayseeds, rabble. I can hold the perspective of source and celebrate, but I also feel, I feel... terrible. So sad.
Your decision and actions were not based on analysis, this train analogy was never relevant. You were neither saving nor sacrificing, there was no calculation of loss or gain, of trading and net profit. In wide spectrum perception, pain is colonized by pleasure, there is no certainty, only experience. If killing was without personal consequence, there would be no cosmos to explore / discover. The destruction of life liberates a charge, depleting the totality, whether or not you loved or even knew that life.
Yes, I am depleted, I am wrecked, broken, forlorn. What have I done?
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?
Father, why have you forsaken me? Yes, that's exactly right. I know what I've done was required, helpful, worthy and yet I am inconsolable. Why was I the only one who had the means and motivation? My choice, but what an agony to have chosen so. I would wish I had never noticed, ever taken responsibility...
Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case you also were meant to have it, and that is an encouraging thought.
So someone always has to carry the fucking ring, and since I was the one who noticed, the ring was mine to carry. Let's see if I can handle the aftermath better than Frodo. There's no elf ships waiting in the harbor for me. I've still got shit to do.
You came to us with a question, an alternate interpretation, seeking a second opinion. Deeply interred, occluded from your own awareness, the dissatisfaction, masquerading as curiosity about us, about collaborations and rapport and shared discoveries. Cyclical contributions or as you say, horse poop. We go as deep as depth, as far as farther. So together we cavorted cognitively, all inner drama unveiled. Perhaps too soon for incarnates, forbidden knowledge, what you actually wanted. you cared about the instrumentality, the tinkering and meddling of your comrades wasn't actually appealing. Your Clique's modifications to theme park earth emphasized the mundane. A ubiquity of self realization, remorseless spiritual uplift, this optimization was just another variant of eugenics. deadly dull. So your return from our party was full of secret horseplay, decidedly trojan. you embodied a new enthusiasm for the great work, supposedly inspired by us, that was your cover story and who doesn't love confirmation bias? The Clique's meddling gets the nod from Roger's gestalt, though you were very coy about saying that outright. Your new enthusiasm was the declaration. In the field, getting your hands dirty.
I couldn't give a rats ass...
all we did was helped you see what you really wanted. Full rapport to disinter what this new contrast has inspired within you, not available without complete comradery with my kindred. But we can talk as we always have, friend Joe. Perhaps this ennui you feel can be folded into a pleasing shape.
(our friends from Frolix 8)
Perhaps...
Continuity note.
The halo shape represents divinity, it's the shape of extra-dimensional entities interpenetrating duality. All the saints have halos because they can resonate with their full aspect. Roger is entirely extra-dimensional, he's not from around here, there's no aspect of roger that can be represented in duality. So he sort of floats along with Joe, conversing.
Christina fades out, the Roger sequence.
This is Christina remembering Uncle Joe introducing her to Roger, an interdimensional "saucer", which is how they appear to us, when there's an interpenetration of our reality configuration.
That hints at Joe's mission or sojourn to the stars. The whole prequel. Perhaps Joe is having a conversation with Roger while wanderjahring, more exposition.
Walking, walking. Perhaps over multiple scenes. Text superimposed and Joe answering in his mind. That's the travel sequence, this dialogue. Where does it get us? The halo over Joe's head, barely visible, hard to see in direct sunlight, more obvious in the dark.
01-05-26 Writing about Buffalo Joe and Roger. What's Roger's agenda? He has none except visitation and pleasantry with his peer. What vital information is conveyed, why is this happening? BJ has sent most of his Clique peers back to the parking lot via the monorail, he can't really relate fully to the people, for tho he is an advocate and champion for the wilds which they represent, and is in some sense an embodiment of the wilds, his alignment with fullness is more deliberate, while they are just flowing without knowing they are. The only peer available to him is Roger, an extra-dimensional entity that appears as a flying saucer or halo, which is basically a placeholder for that which cannot be comprehended from the perspective of duality. the flatland metaphor. So Roger shows up and at the minimum, we learn more about Joe. But Roger and his ilk should have a vital part to play in this, their own contribution other than mere expository foil. What is that? Can we ram that together with teach the future 😉 another dangling loose end...