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Systematic Magic Published by Jean-Nichol Dufour at Smashwords Copyright 2012 Jean-Nichol Dufour TABLE OF CONTENT DRAGON DREAMS 8-SYSTEMATIC MAGIC 1/4 2/4 3/4 FIRE UNICORN DREAM 9-MUD STREET 1/4 2/4 3/4 First things first This is part 5 of a suite forming the book “A Flower To Life” I published in 2011. I decided to make it available as a suite for several reasons. First, no publisher accepted to publish it as paperback, and the main reason is that it is too long. Second is a size problem as all publishing sites on the internet, except Amazon, are limited in file size, and my book is too big for them. Third, I wanted my book to be free which was impossible on Amazon, so the book as a suite will be free while the book as a whole will be sold. Finally, the book is about starting a new reality on earth, and so it must cover a vast range of hard philosophical, spiritual, political, logical and fundamental subjects, and separating my subjects as books will permit people to have a better idea of the whole book, not only the first chapters, and they’ll better understand the why of my style. While some will argue about my style, I believe I have chosen the fastest and best route to get my arguments read by a maximum of people, so I hope you’ll understand. DRAGON I made the first part of this dream around 25 and my last revisit at 30. I start in a castle, the castle of my mother (I don’t see my mother but I know it is). When I open the front door, I find myself in deep water and I swim to the surface. It is a small lake. I swim to reach a little beach south west, almost drowning several times, each time seeing the castle deep under water, now very little and far away. When I reach the small beach, I stand on it nude and look around. The place all around is almost totally razed and devastated, but there is a track of thick forest less than a kilometer wide that follows the exact sinuous way of a dirt road for a single car. The dirt track is covered under the thick cover of the trees so I don’t see it but I know it’s there. It comes from out of sight somewhere around the north to out of sight to the south curving near the lake to the west of it, never reaching it. There is a camp on the beach a little away facing the lake; there is a padlock on it. Everywhere except the track, the forest have been razed at the chainsaw then burned. The north is a rising plain covered with this black and gray, mixed with stumps, expanse of ugliness, except for maybe 20 camps thrown about at almost regular intervals. This part of the décor covers my vision when I look north. When I look east, there is a big devastated and abandoned airport. No planes or any parts of them around, only a few destroyed structures. I feel that, at an axle between the rising plain and the airport, there is a large body of salt water, maybe an ocean, it is to the north east. When I look south, I see an unknown place, there is nothing except flat grey devastation to the end of sight, the sun is setting and you can feel and see the heat rising from the ground. When you look around, the décor don’t move normally, it switches like photography. It is like the places are inaccessible and separated existing only for me to know they are there. So if I look at the rising plain I can’t see anything from the airport but I know it’s there. When you look at one or the other place the rest disappears. I’m standing in this environment in total silence, not a sound, not a sign of life. I’m facing the north plain because I feel the only movement I’ll see will come from that direction. I’m seeing some movement from far away behind the plain and there start raising the biggest beast of a red dragon that could exist, its wingspan covers the whole plain in shades. It is an ordinary red dragon, just flabbergasting big! Then I get to see his face, not friendly but not totally hostile either, just a “don’t fuck with me” kind of face. It doesn’t open its “mouth”, which is more like a beak, so I don’t know if it’s got 300 teeth in rows in there or something. I see only 3 damn big ones coming straight ahead out of the maw like a bird with a very long beak. They are about half a meter long things more ivory than teeth, two in the lower jaw slightly curving upward and one in the upper jaw slightly curving downward, serrated between the two others. That seems to be enough sightseeing as I wake up. In the second part of this dream, it is early dusk and I’m with my dad in a gravel pit securing the canoe on the pick-up, he is smiling his “surprise” smile, we’re going fishing, in fact we’re going for very big fishes as our poles are very long and heavy things made of steel, they are beautiful with stars engraved on the handle. For our lines, I must climb an electric tower with cutters. For our worms, we must jump in the sand like crazy until big snakes come out, which we catch alive with our bare hands, I get bitten but I’m immune to poison. We each catch one and put it in a 5 gallons. Then we are on a dirt track in thick woods going fast. Driving fast in whipping branches is the best and I’m all excited. We’re slowing down to a stop and I see a lake and realize that I know where we are; this is the lake of another dream. We put the canoe down in the trail, get back in the pick-up and now we’re rolling incredibly fast, so fast that it look like we’re plunging through a dark tunnel in the forest made from the cover of the trees, this is action, this is noise and father is very seriously concentrated. Then we pop out in total openness, with an ocean stretching before us. It is almost night and cloudy but I can see one abnormal feature; from the shore and plunging straight in the ocean is a stair made of rock that climb into nothingness. I wake up. The third part of this dream starts with me crossing the lake in a canoe with cutters; I’m going to pillage those camps. I’m very motivated so I’m padding like crazy, and while crossing the lake, I see the castle of my mother underneath, then I paddle harder. I reach the small beach and the camp near the lake. I cut the lock and enter finding absolutely nothing, not a grain of sand, perfect cleanliness, perfect whiteness. I’m out of the place and walking quickly toward another camp on the plain when I look in my hand; I still got the padlock, why a padlock if there is nothing in the place? There must be a secret there; so I return to the camp and start tearing the walls down. The walls are loaded with working, light flashing electronic equipment. I load the canoe with it and cross to the other side and there, sitting on a stump in the only green spot around, is a woman siren on two fishy legs. I won’t describe her because she is too much of a perversion but she’s unforgettable. She sinks my canoe with all the stuff in it and she transforms me into a freak I’ll never forget either, and we make explicit sex the kind that can’t exist. I wake up. In part four, I’m at the airport. It’s been repaired, there are many new structures and military personnel are working everywhere. Everybody is very happy to see me, they all want to shake my hands. There are policemen too, patrolling on two wheeled skateboards with a handle and a police light on it. We race together as a platoon with those skateboards; they are fast, fun and flashing. I win easily and I climb a three steps podium that give access to the opened door of a gigantic blue plane like I’ve never seen before, it doesn’t look fast but it look very technological. Once inside, three people encased in a plastic dress that look like steel are waiting for me. They are seated in a four seats small triangle cubicle full of equipment on the bottom of a spherical bubble that moves. There are no windows anywhere. I put on a suit, take the last middle seat and I wake up. In the last part, the dragon is dead. I don’t know how but it’s dead in front of me. No blood, no weapons, so maybe he died of a heart attack. I have the three teeth in my arms, someone is passing by and I give him one, I go back to the lake and throw one in it. Suddenly, I’m a ghost floating in the air enlaced with a ghost woman. I wake up. I’ll come back to this place a few times in other dreams, only for the pleasure of going there it seems. I’ll never see the remains from the dragon again. I went there to visit the work of people building houses and taking care of grain fields and I slept in one of the old camps taking some useful and expensive things along. I know there are other people, but I don’t know where they are. In another dream I went skiing with a woman down a 90 degree sand slope at the back of the plain with the ocean in front, even if there are small trees sticking out in the slope and it’s quite dangerous, all goes well and we have lots of fun. The last time I remember dreaming of the place, I almost did not recognized it. I was following an old cattle fence, a grain field to my right, and to my left a dark coniferous and profound forest feeling like an absorbing wall. But there is a clean floor for some length, on the other side of the fence, where there are a few old plank camps, they look like children things, I enter one, feeling unwelcome, but I notice people away and a home and the small lake. I think it is a bit later in that dream that I met the old elves puzzle camp tree for the first time. THE SHELLING PART 8 ************ SYSTEMATIC MAGIC I happened to think that “pure” socialism, if it had not been too aggressively competed by capitalism, could have started something better. But it had a country while it needed a continent, it had competitors instead of helpers, it was born inside an overwhelmingly ego reality and it was made of ego pyramids (systems) of control too. It was based exactly on the same mentality of the single powerful being at the top. The voice of socialism, as the name implies, should have been the people, multiplicity. But it was all bullshit, a manipulation, a deception for believers in powerful beings. It was run by an institution with power, control and money hungry leaders seeking always the same form of control over the majority of population. Separating everything into controlled spheres closed to most people, profoundly dividing the population. It played on the same game board as others systems; PMBBD and, even if it look superior to capitalism in principles, it lead to the same end as it is, maybe even worst. The subject of this next part will turn around the best system. (Of the universe I should add; my dad is stronger than yours…). It is not the government that invented electricity or the telephone or that “liberated” women and slaves; it is the fantastic efforts of “good” people. In a sense the government is an ego institution of control that takes the people’s money to gain more control, or distribute it when it is too much trouble to manage. The government did not wake up one morning and said “let’s stop slavery” no, someone was ready to take unbelievable risks to realize his wishes of change, inspiring masses which became emotive and explosive (that’s situation dependent and the form may be different). The government system had no choice but to permit changes to take place, even if they were ready to assassinate to prevent the positive change, even if they were ready and waiting for it. The government, in most instances, profit from any occasion to make itself an image to become an invincible structure like a religion. When there is enough people, new dependencies, comforts, techs, visual artifacts etc, controlling ego conglomerates (gangs) that seek to take the best from people for their different division and competition goals of superiority, can go easier on their population, unless they are not served like gods or don’t have all they want in exaggeration; the only way to stop the baby crying is to give it everything it wants. But they’ll still try to give birth to more controlling gangs like themselves first. So governments, continually learning to control people better, continually develop better preventive ways to smolder people than making a fool of themselves with civil war, slavery, torture, waste of people and things like that. No controlling gang likes to be demonized by the waking up of consciousness in “its” populace. Today they know they need to leave lower people a minimal amount of money to survive unless they revolt, even under their PMBBD pressures. Anyway, it’s far less trouble controlling a population of self-accepted slaves watching a screen, to listen to authority, than with violence. And with PMBBD, entertainment, sexmania, dependences etc, all they have to do is to keep a façade of good…Yet, some made civil war because that changed nothing to the comfort of the controlling gangs and it got the population to obey their authority (when they’ll have seen enough actual blood and violence). So they did it, and still do, completely oblivious to the message of change that massive argumentation, and the building of protestation structures, carried; when civil war is developing, it doesn’t mean governments should evolve, it means it is too late, governments are retarded beyond any measure of sense to their population. The government, and its “lovers”, is always the last entity to change and is often the most retarded structure (mentally), whatever they are proud of all the structures “they” invented to grow their retarded system functional at a planetary scale. In a sense, they watch over things and wait for opportunities arising from the population to systemize things toward their vision of things; they don’t initiate change, they limit changes to an insignificant expression until they are ready to systemize them their way and for the like of themselves. They’ll change because they fear losing control, or to gain votes, they build infrastructures to profit from anything, and when they will work, they’ll leave it in the hands of the most ego profiteers that can exist, who like to live in unfair luxury, like themselves. In a control for ego pyramidal reality of de-responsabilisation and exponential injustice based on PMBBD, division and competition hype, the governments have jobs to do. And they mostly do those jobs, we must give them that, if not, they wouldn’t be there. But as the name of the reality implies they’ll mostly do their job in the worst possible manner, with the least possible efficiency, with the most possible incompetence, the most expensively possible and for the worst possible reasons, like for reelection, or like when they decided women were good enough to be worth a voting right (which mean nothing), why didn’t women had that right from the beginning of democracy in ancient times? They have been suddenly privileged by good politicians? They passed their tests and got accepted as a part of a reality. In some countries women were “liberated” to start right away to make ammo for assassinating others, enough selection, manipulation and seclusion was done. And that was not so long ago, and to think most of them passed their history listening to authority and destroying their independence, no chance science would study the effect of living as dependent castrated inferiors for thousands upon thousands of years, what is the effect to their mind? They passed this whole time closed mouthed about the reality men made to finally be given opinion worth when it is failing because it was not made from complementarity, love, but from submission to superiors, whatever it is one sex or the other. That’s the truth of democracy-capitalism, it’s a system to systemize unfairness, make everybody inferior except the most ego, profit from everybody by condemning them, even before they’re born with a debt to country competition, to the best system of the universe, a condemnation of the whole of humanity to a single view, the best for ego profiteers and their competition, and everybody must embark unless they live a hell of troubles. We even developed a reality to completion, completion, thinking one sex is superior, the other inferior, not even worth an opinion, then we free the other as equal, good for eternal unfair division and competition in the game. And it still works like that; when the system feels safe it will profit enough from it, then it makes a new pyramid to embark a new gang of inferiors it is tired to hear complaining. What I don’t like of the story is that the system was made invincible before women had the right to an opinion, even if it’s an opinion that mean nothing since you only use it for choosing your superior, which is a politician. But I’m wasting my time, anyway, isn’t it true that behind every man there is, or are, women? Maybe they don’t need voting rights, only a bed, and now they got both, the bed and the votes? Or maybe they had to pass by the bed to get at the vote, and still do, but that is worse than anything. As for present people boasting how great and good and fair the Greeks who invented democracy were, they should shut their PMBBD devices, democracy was PMBBD from the beginning, to the point that not so long ago, women had no voting right and slavery was a good thing. Now, even if it adapted to skip being discarded, democracy is still PMBBD, a façade to hide an ego unfair systematization. There are all kind of exceptions to governments impotence and incompetence, that’s for sure, but it is my opinion that they mostly are, I could do a better job if I wouldn’t be demolished immediately by the structures that gave them hegemony over earth, I’d just have to bloat my brain getting diplomas, then follow the way of the structure which would reject me at the voting level because that’s all there is to it, the rest is listening to lobbying gangs, bureaucrats, senators, technocrats, experts, advisors and many more, while using your manipulation skill to act like it is you that thought about and decided everything. The only “positive” change a politician will do is to expensively change some things that reinforce the ego reality, or that doesn’t truly make things fairer, while getting tired showing-off and traveling around at great expenses like a monarch. And now that everybody is working on pyramids, that we’ve got television and internet, the chances for a profound change or a true revolution or a massive sustained uprising are eliminated. There is no risk of a true fundamental change that would shake or transform the reality. It is accepted and encouraged one way or the other by most people. The fight and competition is mostly a matter of who will put his name on which rock with a small description of what he did to strengthen it, repair it, and maybe the things he regret not having done to help it. We may have been brainwashed to believe that it is because of the rich and powerful that we “evolve”, that they are the ones that bring good changes to this world. Even if they should (they’re the ones that took possession of money which is the action power of people, their life energy value, which is decided by who?) As I already told you, it is exactly the contrary; they are the last ones to react in good (good) form to something, and through history, whatever the good people, the worst systemize ego and they don’t want to change the structure that brought them there; are you living in a system that is a reflection of good and fairness? No, and who is supposed to govern? Who? WHO? They may, under a lot of pressure, compete between the like of themselves as to what controlling gang, or what form of, will accept a change or how to take a change and make a profitability gang from it, and people are brainwashed to believe that they must wait for brainwash or forced insensitive from the top to change things, as it kind of dissolve responsibility. We spend our energy blindly on pyramids because that’s the only system in all those we tried that worked they say, it is the best of all, not perfect but the best! If some other reality or system is worth trying, don’t worry, we’ll give it a fair chance in competition like we always do (Some sarcasm). But “normal” people must not think about such things, find yourself a job and be proud of yourself, pyramids are built on pride by proud people, pride is a great motivator; it can be good for willpower or for ego or both and you can live a long life on pride alone But pride is a very relative thing, you can even be proud of the many people that stay in misery by your attitude, proud of worthless structures that represent hype or ego or evil. You can be proud of absolutely anything, personally, I wouldn’t be proud in this reality. And I could have a good idea of how someone is in it by knowing how much pride he’s got, where it is, or what is the form of it in reality…So don’t worry people, and listen to big daddy, he always know what to do, and don’t forget he’s got armies of protectors of all kinds, soldiers, policemen, experts, scientists, counselors, psy etc, etc. Now, supposing aliens are everywhere, what will happen when another civilization finds us? If they live in a reality where judgment has a more global value, they may globally judge us as doomed or unworthy or unconscious or whatever. And who will be right between the judgment from the whole trillions of people composing their civilization and a few of our godly egos gangs (like the G7, but they can hide better, don’t worry…) dealing everything hidden from us before manipulating us to accept their decision with a few television meeting or Hollywood PMBBD? The way we have chosen is the default “no way”, if you prefer, our system is the evolution of anarchy, we never really tried something else, the best we did is compete ideals to twist them until they fit in the system, and that attitude is worth war, today we have strictly no knowledge or experience at doing things differently, and we are so ego that we boast our pitiful system as the best. Other civilized species may find us but they won’t help us because they know how difficult and expensive such an enterprise is, they may spend their energy colonizing other stars for future plans instead. It may be fun to have millions of vessels in a game, or millions of enemies you can crush single handedly, but it’s absolutely not a reflection of reality, always easier and better in imagination, and games transport imagination very well, that’s a reason why I wanted to do a game as a simulation of the workings of another reality. Science fiction books, and all movies are good at exaggerating and thinking big and light speed and all too, me too, but I try to stick to truth possibilities from already existing stuff because what I do is real and meant to explore such crazy possibilities. The reality is that the window of resources and exploitation and difficulties of all kind of sources and limitations will make it very unlikely we’ll meet with another vessel. And that is if we are able to do it. If we stop country competition, and the infinite ego competition, we may have a chance, but for now we have condemned everybody, past present and future, to the worst systematization; ego competition, not the best at all, and we made it invincible by letting people manipulate masses in communication, twisting everything and making a selection that fit. [...]... mentality will lead us We are not scared of everything for nothing; we’re so overwhelmed by fears, particularly of not having enough money, friends or popularity, that it encompasses our whole life to the point of making us an enemy to changes that could lessen it The only changes we’ll follow are the ones proposed by the reality, so our mind is fooled into thinking we’re making things better while governments... and I’m a traitor to it, so what! And by the way, I don’t much know what socialism mean, I abandoned all that long ago, I just judge from self-logic, and that is so for this whole book, I judge from guessing and feelings all along, is that a good enough an expertise? But everything is there, nothing change, the momentum increase, it’s just my memory that work by itself, and some new stuff too, do you... different ways to grow the ego pyramidal reality This reality englobe the earth so another reality can only be birthed by the good will of some already existing governing structure and since it is automatic that they’ll decide they don’t want to, then they must be awaken, pushed or even forced by the will of the people and expertise Even if that can’t be done since it consider itself a final permanent thing,... final permanent thing, not a transitory one that it really is, and with time we selected the perfect limited population to fit, even creating a self-reinforcing wheel of hype created by adults and indoctrinated in children by medias so they become part of the selection that fit, so the best system that forever grow a debt forever go on and is defended to the point that you prefer to create rich sports... works to help it…The solution is either another planet where another reality could be started or a just formula accepted by the pyramidal reality to permit the birthing and growth of another reality totally independent from any influence from it, or, as a last resort the imposition by force of another reality with another system of control than godly vision, since it immediately initiate the building... the one that directed us here by your attitude, then this is your tomb, where your failures end, dust to dust, your gods and all your servants, those that battled for you, can go in too, they’re too corrupt, a totality of arguments had no effect As for us, we take another path where we won’t come back to this place How many potential civilizations have been destroyed by ego people building temples... encouraging momentum by self-existence, and insignificant protesters just good to go kaput over insignificant things made big and related to their ego, limited to have a job and some entertainment; they just exist, totally expendable in their interdependence, making the reality impossible to change, invincible They’re a problem as they’re an overpopulation that will always need to be controlled by PMBBD, police... that You know what is my problem? I have a project that I believed possible, a big project, but every time I go over a hill thinking I’m soon done battling, I’m hit by a newfound vastness of hell’s innocent army, each time I’m more discouraged by what I see and have to fight against I just hope I’m removing enough of the charm curse on people that they’ll wake-up and start turning around to battle for... again It is a condemnation to live in this reality forever, because to keep this debt you have to keep a pyramid of unevenly separated by war countries forever, a competition of exploitation, to be the top country, the top 20, the top 8 and so on, and the goal is to win by becoming the one to whom people own the most money, creating an eternal wheel where one unfairly got the most means, he decide things,... together, social animal with a big brain run by hormones and chemicals, and watch some pub and movies with alcohol, drink, it’s good to embrace this reality I was not born with a sticker “Canadian 2000” in the face; I was born no better than the first human was, and sorry to disappoint you, but he was not chained to an ego philosophy So don’t try to control me by dumping the stupidities of your monetary . Systematic Magic Published by Jean-Nichol Dufour at Smashwords Copyright 2012 Jean-Nichol Dufour TABLE OF CONTENT DRAGON DREAMS 8 -SYSTEMATIC MAGIC 1/4 2/4 3/4 FIRE UNICORN. first time. THE SHELLING PART 8 ************ SYSTEMATIC MAGIC I happened to think that “pure” socialism, if it had not been too aggressively competed by capitalism, could have started something. birthed by the good will of some already existing governing structure and since it is automatic that they’ll decide they don’t want to, then they must be awaken, pushed or even forced by the