Rat in the Kitchen

What am I Gonna do?

“Never accept a story for how it first appears to be. Stories are dangerous things, and they can trick you so bad that you don’t know who you are anymore” - An Old Man, Carrier Wave

Vikid, The Hero of Truth, was laying down on his favorite chair. He had spent a month freely flowing in the Wild West. Now he was back in the desert facing reality. He had plugged back into the Matrix and it had been a rude awakening.

However, the process had been interesting. The Matrix was a subtle beast, it encroached upon you subtly, until it had you firmly trapped in it’s vertiginous rift, then it began to squeeze…

He felt the suffocation and then the worst part of it all, the realization that with every struggle for a breath of air, the vice clasped tighter. You were inside a Venus Flytrap, being digested slowly by your own thoughts. Or were they the thoughts of another?

The great Sri Sri Mahavikid Maharishi had spoken. Sometimes in his sleep this sage appeared to him.

“1 + 1 need not equal 2”, he would whisper.

In fact it rarely did. Once you could see this or feel it in the belly, thought no longer served its purpose. Belief no longer acted as a bedrock or foundation to rest upon. Instead, it appeared to be like sand, worse, a quicksand swallowing you - hole and sole.

The real trick was learning how to navigate this new predicament. At first you searched for a rope, a stick, some guru or book, to hang upon. You prayed to God for mercy and salvation. You prayed hard into the silent void, only to hear the echos of your own voice. Abandoning all hope you searched for some metaphysics, any physics at all, to silence the echos of your own mind.

1 + 1 still did not equal 2 and by extension, 2 + 2 didn’t equal 4. These were always convenient fictions but your building in free fall.

Ultimately, no question has an answer. Not a real one anyway. Just convenient stepping stones on a collapsing bridge, on which you ran ever faster.

Then you tried acceptance. Zen. A fools errand. Sticking your head in the sand. It isn’t a solution by-the-way. It isn’t much better than hard drugs. The Superhero had verified this. It’s just another state of trance. Drugs take you there in a jiffy and bring you back hard. Zen and its many variants are not much better. Perhaps you shave your head and wear a robe. Perhaps you sit and meditate for hours, zoning out into some kind of bliss. With Zen it takes considerably longer to reach that state of Bliss, Nirvana or whatever you want to call it. And then you come back, perhaps a decade later, maybe two, much much harder and ignorant.

“There’s a rat in mi kitchen what am I gonna do?”

“There’s a rat in mi kitchen what am I gonna do?”

The Vikid Truth had no answers. The answer would presuppose the validity of the question.

The answer was perhaps,

“I’m gonna fix that rat, that’s what I’m gonna do”

“I’m gonna fix that rat”

except you’re the rat. And the kind of solution Ali Campbell had in mind can’t be self administered. You need a Tom for every Jerry.

There was an old solution but whether it is effective in the modern world was anybodies guess.

It went like this.

Embrace the quicksand and dive-in. Get swallowed, whole and soul.

But the results were highly unpredictable. The result for Vikid was to wake up in a dream world, inside another Matrix. Matrices within Matrices.

There was another solution. He called it,

“A Commitment to Truth”

This wasn’t so easy and required a split personality. One that dived in, while the other thrashed on the surface.

The thrashing required some serious effort, that’s where the commitment came in. It required facing some harsh truths while the deep-diver simultaneously went off grid, off planet and even off universe. Every North Pole having its opposite. Invisible lines of force in the field connecting the two. Duality subsisting in pure potential. Binding it into whole, supraconsciously.

One such commitment might be to listen to this conversation, 3 hours in length. Watch two minds (or rats), circling the drain, hinting at a greater force while trying to stay above it, while the vortex tries to suck them in.

Contemplate the mystery. Revel in it. Let your North connect to the South.

And that’s,

The Vikid Truth