It contained an accumulation of several years worth of auto parts. We had to unload it before we could separate the box from the truck. Fools for work that we are, we both reached in and got an armful of greasy metal.
Ned asked, "Where are we going to put this?"
I pointed with my chin into the empty future art studio and said, "Let's put it here for now."
Time stopped. Dust motes hung still in the air. I realized at that moment that I had just identified a new category of space and time -- the Herefornow. As in, "Let's put it Herefornow." We were inaugurating a material purgatory -- a place from which objects would seldom return. It is rare that, in the course of ordinary existence, one encounters a new metaphysical truth.
The Herefornow is a physical space where we put things we no longer care about. If we were mindful we would throw them away immediately, but we are unwilling to let go of them. Objects may only leave a Herefornow when they go to the dump, the thrift store, or the table at the garage sale. If a Herefornow were to burn up, the owner of it would not be able to state what it had held. This is a fact.
A Herefornow can be a garage, an attic, a basement, the back seat of a car, a purse or pocket, a closet, a shed, or rented storage. One couple I know dedicated their entire house as a Herefornow. They had narrow paths that led from room to room. It was all booty from garage sales. The bottom layers were composting. Other layers festered with mold. Small creatures inhabited portions of it as though it was some sort of urban nature preserve. The occupants, like rats, wandered the paths all their lives in a maze of their own devising.
People who have a Herefornow never see it. Whenever their eyes rove past it, the retinal image goes black. Nothing shows. When some object has fulfilled its usefulness, it is taken loosely in hand. The owner sidles over to the Herefornow with an absent expression and places the object on the pile. If you were to ask at that moment, "What are you doing?", the reply might be, "Who? Me? Nothing! I mean . . . I forget! Isn't that odd?"
You try hard and focus on the event horizon of a Herefornow, and it appears to be a blur made up of tweed cloth, edges of paper, vague wire shapes, cardboard and fog. A person walking into one can be seen only dimly from the outside. They appear small and indistinct and they cannot hear your voice. Cats know that to sleep in them is to be safe from dogs, raccoons and owls. Time passes slowly, if at all, and you look up suddenly, startled to see a shaft of light from a window and to remember your life outside.
A Herefornow can only be dismantled with great anxiety. Most people confront them when they have sold the property and must remove everything for the new owner. They will even avoid this chore if they can. I have personally moved into several houses with established Herefornows left behind by previous owners or renters.
I don't think they realized. I certainly didn't. I even added to them unwittingly. It was only when we thought of remodeling to gain more living space that we realized that stuff, like a malignant growth, was beginning to crowd us from our rooms, cellars and yards.
It has always filled me with wonder to walk into an absolutely empty room. I never realized why. It is such a mesmerizing experience for me that I sneak into buildings under construction just for the thrill of it. I imagine how astronauts must feel floating weightless in space and staring at nothing but stars. Consciousness is overwhelmed by raw potential.
Children have a different sort of awareness of a Herefornow. To them, it is a museum, a treasure house of imagination. Trancelike, they put oddments together in unlikely combinations and leave them posed in the driveway. Then they wander off forgetfully. Trancelike, adults with puzzled expressions manhandle the objects safely back to the nearest Herefornow.
The Herefornow begets numbness. An otherwise normal adult can stand in a Herefornow holding a broken toy or musty book and lose all contact with the external world. Commitments are forgotten. A cardboard box is kicked absently. A cookie tin is shaken. The thought registers that one should, "get rid of all this stuff." I suspect that many people who go missing have simply forgotten themselves in a Herefornow.
If asked what is in the back of the garage, we would likely say, "Oh. Just stuff, I guess." We would look at the floor for a moment as the numbness threatened to absorb us. Then we would shake our head and rally. We would likely suggest having a cup of coffee; an antidote. Our communicant would agree, having no wish to be disagreeable.
Nature seeks to defeat a vacuum. Create one and air and moisture will seek to penetrate its boundaries. Nature recycles itself; leaves fall and decompose. Old bones go to dust. But human endeavor creates detritus that has properties not bound to the laws of nature. The Herefornow seeks to displace normal space and time. It would, of its own accord, absorb everything, and us as well.
Why, I wonder, was it given to me to have that moment of transcendent realization? Is it a warning? It is as though I could suddenly see around corners or walk between atoms. The stuff of reality altered for me forever as I found myself able to comprehend the Herefornow. Do you see it too, or is it just me?
I asked Ned this morning what he wanted to do with all the stuff we took out of his truck bed. He looked at me without expression. He asked, "What stuff?" I tried to describe it, but I could only remember the grease on my hands.
More from the Insanity writer later...... (Flips the station)
Ah cartoon network,nahhh Oh hi boys and girls. Are you all ready for yet another exciting day? No? Howcome? oh yeah NBC told me to shove it. (Flips the station) Attention Earth, we've have tryed to convince your established goverments to help in evacuating the Earth now.Please Earth people,please go to the nearest open area. Within 3 hours........ (Runs to the garage) What the he-----(falls) Suddenly bodies vanish into light...... (mean time at the WhiteHouse) "Mr. President, there everywhere.... The sky(momentary pause) Sir,get down, get down".. (The mammoth building begins to softly vibrate) Attention leaders of the Earth, would you have really let them all perish?
(Broadcast goes dead) Suddenly the world as if it came to a dead halt, was finally silent. The sound of a thousand thunders roared the the ground became cold and broken and they fell,they fell. As we watched on from the heavens,the earth was as before without form. There was a moment of darkness. No sound was heard, no voice was spoken. A bit of light began to shine though my eye lids and then became blinding as I opened them. For hours I could not see. From out of no where came a voice. I could not tell if it was male or female. "Open your eyes"... Instantly I felt this fear that rushed me to my feet and my eyes were open. There was no one anywhere.I fell!
I sat up for a moment and relized I was alive. "Where am I"? A voice from within me,around me throughout everything replied to my very thoughts and said,"It is yours and to you I give this garden to seed and sow." Instantly an understanding of all things became a part of me. I was able to feel the very life force of everything. I fell to my face before all that stood before me. There was then the feeling of a oneness that consumed me when others from that place of old are standing with me and rejoicing with the very flow of exsistance.
All they once were is no more. Now they are a part of all things. From the sub-atomic partical to the Heavens itself. I am them and we are who we are.
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Hmm, I'm still trying to figure it out. Seems something like word association. Nothing wrong with that, I suppose. I suppose we all know what my "handle" means by now.
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short thread summary: 'What does your name mean, and how did you come up with it'.
HFN's name stemmed from that delightful little story, and it makes sense.
I think a lot of people here using aliases probably just found or thought up a meaningless name and said "meh.. it'll do"..
My name has a meaning, and stems from a certain time in my life... but, right now, I honestly don't know how to address it's meaning with a story; it would be long, and sad, and it would just kill the atmosphere in here...
suffice it to say, my name means 'Sad (blu) illusion of happiness (ducky)'.
I am interested in hearing of others' names also, don't you DARE let this thread fail! Grr!
To be honest with you guys, (Smiles) It was a developed thing that I feel was really different. One of the things I found by doing odd things in the eyes of people is about the same reaction man-animals evolved from. LOL
On the other hand, it does seam abit out there even to a free thinking person. Maybe it happened during my many tramas of being a headbanger from the 80's. Long hair, "holy" blue jeans,black concert shirt. Oh,yeah and atleast 2 black sabbath albums, Zepplin, Ozzy (solo)....... Then came (Master of puppets, Ride the lightning)Pantera(vulgour display of power,cowboys from hell.) And last who could forget "Alice In Chains"....
Sorry guys I was lost in a SawAndWent....
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I use my real name. However, Dorian Gray ragged on me a few years ago for doing that.
I guess he was thinking some of the things said here would come back to haunt anyone using a real name.
I'm not afraid of that.
If I had to use a stage name it would have been F6F Hellcat which is a fighter plane from the WWII era. That way I could patrol the forums and once I spotted something I didn't like I could do a wingover and line up the six fifties on target and feel the big cat shudder from the recoil of the fifties cuttin' loose.
As for 50 cal. Gotta love it. Baphomet- Here it what I found on your handle.There have been many strange idols throughout the ages but the idol of Baphomet seems to be among the most mysterious. All which seems to be known about this unknown figure it that it is sometimes called the goat idol of the Knights Templar and the deity of the sorcerers' Sabbat. Even the name Baphomet seems to be a composition of abbreviations: 'Temp. ohp. Ab.' which originates from Latin 'Templi omnium hominum pacis abhas,' meaning "the father of universal peace among men."
The many accounts concerning Baphomet describe the idol as a monstrous head, a demon in the form of a goat, a figure with a goat's head and a body combining the characteristics of a dog, bull, and ass. The body was thought to symbolize the burden of matter from which arose the repentance for sin. The human hands formed a sign of esotericism to impress mystery upon the initiates. First they represented the sanctity of labor; and by pointing two lunar crescents, the upper being white and the lower black, they also represented good and evil, mercy and justice. The lower part of the goat's body was veiled but expressed the mysteries the universial generation symbolized by the caduceus or the phallus. The goat's female breasts were the only symbols of maternity, toil, and redemption.
Most accounts of the idol Baphomet were from the confessions of the Knights Templar at their trials after the Inquisition. This is why the idol still remain a fascination and a puzzlement. Instead of definitely establishing the existence of the idol the variances in the Knights confessions did the opposite. Not only is there an uncertainty whether the idol existed but, also, whether there was just one or several idols. The uncertainty of the idol's existence arises because some of the heresy and devil-worship charges brought against the Templars were never proven, and Baphomet was thought to represent the devil. During the knights' confessions the idol seemed to change or was shown in different forms. It was described differently as having a frightful head with a long bird and sparking eyes; or a man's skull; or having three faces. Some said it was made of wood while others said it was metal.
Although some accounts give the idol a goat's body as previously mentioned and others are vague, others described the head in detail. It possessed horns and between the two horns was a torch which represented the intelligence of the triad. Still below the torch, on the forehead, is the sign of the microcosm, or the pentagram with one beam in ascendant symbolizing human intelligence. The situating of the pentagram below the torch was to signify that human intelligence is the image of the divine intellect.
Among the heresy charges brought against the Templars was that some had embrace Mahometanism even though they had sworn to fight against every pagan belief. The charge arose when a knight confessed that he was made to adore the idol by kissing its feet and uttering the word 'Xalla,' which was a word of the Saracens. This was seized upon for proving heresy against the Order, but it must be remembered that western Christians were constantly trying to attribute the idol to Mahomet as an expression of their desire to persecute the Knights.
The belief in Baphomet still exists among some occultists. They hold the idol of the Templars was really the god of the witches deriving from the nature god Pan. In the 19th. century the Austrian Orientalist Baron Joseph von Hammer-Purgstal discovered an inscription on a coffer in Burgandy which he claimed indicated the Baphomet came from the Greek words meaning "Baptism of Metis (Wisdom)." This seemed to exalt Metis or Baphomet as the true divinity.
In the 20th. century German occultists formed the secret order of the O.T.O. (Ordo Templi Orientis or Order of Templars in the East). They installed the English occultist Aleister Crowley to head their British section. Crowley took Baphomet as his magical name. Via Mars, as for the gist? I consider myself a hungry animal. I will also share my food with a stranger if they're hungry. Because of this reason, one should be careful about what they eat. We are all herefornow until that time comes...... Food for thought seems to better explain my intensions. bluducky- Thank you.. It seems you can see that I'm not insane. In all seriousness; No matter how blu one becomes, eventually everyone comes to love the color..... I say this because behind a tear is a heart that feels.... This makes what you are feeling a sign to you that humanity has not gone straying. For this, you can call yourself a minority... Now as for the ducky part; I see no illusion. You do seem for the most part, pleasent. I think that at times, your slightly misunderstood as am I. "Dude", it'll be cool. ^5 Getting back to the recoil of a 50 cal. machine "Gun".... Andrew, I must agree with you. I don't fear the consequences of my published works.... All it would tell me is, "You found something interesting". I would then vanish, content. : ) A marine friend of mine told me once," Some things are better left to wonder, leave it alone man"..... That was the start of my paranormal and science fact investigations. Now, I am into a good scare once in a while. I could tell you about some of the recon I've been involved in, but it may not be all that special to a military man. To any non-military civilian, it is a testimony of how ordinary people are capable of extra-ordinary things.
Making the most of our time Here, is all we can do For Now.
Yeah Calvin, I sniff rocks!!! Oh what a howl! For a sec I thought you had mis-typed "smelter"!!!
Via, I imagine it will be some day!
What I do is use rocks and minerals energy for making healing essences in distilled water. Woooooo-ooooo!
I swear that no rocks were harmed in the process!
You probably know that all rocks, minerals, etc. emit energy. Rock-Medicine goes back about 25 years and is the first standardized method of healing with rock & mineral energy. It works the same on all people/animals. I have been using this method for about 8 years.
i remember that now, rock. health and healing thread? anyway, have fun. i know i do when playing with rocks, field stone, slate, marble, etc.
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Calvin, My ribs are rock(!)solid and they can take it! As I said, I got a real howl from your comment...The Rock medicine material makes great sense, just one more science. It is not metaphysical, not intuitive. Easy to use and dirt(!) cheap!!
Via, It is our nature to pick up rocks and hold them, isn't it? There are currently about 120 rocks and minerals in use in Rock-Medicine. Many of them are commonly found everywhere, such as agate, jasper, petrified wood, pyrite, quartz, lava, amber, hematite, coal, diamond, gold, etc.
Essan, you look after small cottages for hillwalkers? That sounds like a really cool way to live.
Is it your source of living, i.e. income or is it a hobby and something you do just to keep the spirit of the hills alive by providing a place for the hillwalkers?
Via, you said the 2 was personal and I can respect that but can you tell us why you changed from VM to VM2? If VM originally was you cuz I ran into that monicker while reading old threads. (If you can without exposing what the two means of course.)
And the mysterious 4554. I thought I once read, while reading through old threads, that Smiley said something like if someone could figure it out she would send them and a loved one on a two week vacation through Old Europe or something like that.
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My moniker comes from two sources. The original is from the old Hitchcock movie, of course. But it is actually a nickname my friends gave me (bet you guys would be really interested in hanging out after hearing that, right?)
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nice of you to ask calvin. so, i will oblige. it was the result of a "cookie conspiracy", and the south dessert diet. not necessarily in that order.
but through sheer obstinance, i returned. new and improved, i might add. with more zest ... one might even say, more sassy. it's like going from tide to tide 2. you might not notice, but your clothes do.
in all seriousness, when you say something a little too outlandish (or truthful), here at conspiracy central, the "three-legged monitors" put the lock on your supercalc. sometimes this isn't as seamless as they would like, hence the peculiar problems (signs) that may present themselves, i.e. cookie problems, double writing, or ghost files, file rerouting to easily hacked microsoft venues (multitudes built into windows), ad nausuem. forgive my technical lexicon shortcomings.
well essan, if the safety syringe market ever avails itself to actually being "safety minded" and the market allows for "fair competition", (like that will ever happen) you may see me someday, cause i'm gonna hit the hills. first, off to west va - to fix up a small homestead, then on to the borderlands via the lake district. ah, the churches and castles and forests to see. my ancient homeland. it's in my blood. that's my dream. the only one.
... away from the supreme liars and cheats who rule from the roost of capitol hill.
Essan, A truely "elevated" vocation! They look really wonderful.....I hate to admit it, but at first glance I thought Essan was short for Essan-em!! Sorry!
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I've always wanted to go to Scotland cuz I'm a huge Highlander fan and if I ever do make it over I'm definitely going to take a trek out into the hills even if its only one day and definitely I wanna check out a Bothie.
Via....thats a great analogy to tide. I quit another forum because somehow someone got my email address and was blasting me so I had to change it whihc sucks cuz I had that one for a long time.
most of the regulars here should know by now why i chose my "name", but for the new members i'll explain briefly.
"moses" was skilled in all the ways of the egyptians. "RA" was the sun, of God. "RE" was the sun, of God. the pharoah was the sun, of God, made flesh, made man. the pharoah was "RE" incarnate. "moses" was the "second borne" prince of egypt. the "serpent" was a symbol of wisdom or gnosis. the "serpent" that was "swallowed up" was the precession of the equinoxes. the "two male messengers" of the sodom and gomorrah myth was the egyptian constellation/age of gemini. the "golden calf" myth represents the constellation/age of taurus. the "ram" myth represents the constellation/age of aries. the "fish" myth represents the constellation/age of pisces. the "baptism/baptizer" myth should have represented the constellation/age of aquarius. the "god" of "moses" ends the "bond AGE". the sun, of God, ends the "bond AGE".
hence the name, RA moses, prince of egypt RAmosis II RAmoses II RAmeses II RAMmosis II RAMmoses II RAMmeses II
"borne of" RA, "borne of" the RAM(aries) the sun, of God, on earth. "god" on earth. as above, so below. on earth, as it is, in heaven. so let it be written, so let it be done. AMEN AMEN-RA AMEN-RE from AGE to AGE.
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Docyabut, SpiritWalker, Petunia and Lucy Fur are the same person.
Docyabut, this housewife from Ohio, with nothing better to do than post nearly 4000 posts of inane banter just deleted another complete topic...... The Burgeoning EUGENICS movement ..... with over 3 pages of information and replies from numerous posters.
This is not the first time she has done this. After she deleted the entire Urantia Papers topic with over 3 pages of information and numerous posters replies she was warned about her socially arrogant and irresposible behavior. She ignored the advice and arrogantly responded that they were "her" topics and she could do whatever she damned well pleased.
In the future I will no longer respond to her in any fashion nor post in any topic she begins. be warned that this is her IP address
oh what the hell? since i alluded to mars cryptically in the banned books thread, i guess i'll just finish off the explanation to my handle - for real.
where to start? how bout the shrinks office where the inquiries into my "abilities" when i was a pre-teen seemed to be of interest to a few individuals. after forcefully liberating some personal records from a certain agency, partly due to a mix of lax security and curiosity on my part, i delved into the world of psychological voyuerism. later, while on mandated visits to a "three-legged monitor type shrink" during my late teens and early 20's it was mentioned that i had keen insight into my "condition". yeah, a few glances at the files before sessions made things interesting. btw, this really is too funny. okay, i digress ... so on to a passage or two:
dr. gordon g. writes - " ... a flair for magical thinking, yet oddly detached", " ... seems to have a certain militaristic mindset, even claiming his dad was a general or involved with the armed forces", "malingerer" ... note: if they even knew. dr. kathleen n. writes in pencil on the upper corner of a typed report - "this kid is out of this world". amongst the body of the summary - "extremely intelligent", "presents in a very animated demeanor when asked about ... ", "outstanding spatial abilities"(!?) "more testing needed" ... note: she actually thought medication was unnecessary and suggested placement in a group home. unfortunately the system wasn't so kind to me. the nice black lady who tested me often down in richmond and who after i had explained the word hyperbole to her said " okay we're done now - you're off the charts". note: she urged placement in a setting with advanced schooling. she was instrumental in getting me placed somewhere down in southwest virginia - out of the institutional grind.
eventually i made it back to the comfy confines of arlington where the moniker "space case" fell out of favor once my studious nature became apparent. but then i found some papers and met my father for the first time when i was 17. and so i started delving into all things mars and noticed some peculiar things here and there concerning one side of my family. and of course, mars hill. colonial virginia. pioneers and those who went west. interesting families of old. and the search has provided me with solace. i now know
i had proved the authorities wrong! i had survived! and yet, i still have more to do. it's in my nature you know. i can walk amongst the evildoers and know the necessity of things, though you wouldn't know it by what i write sometimes.
hence: via mars. the name, the birthdate, it all adds up.
there. i feel better now. kirk out
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Came from my time in the military. I was given the nickname Merlin due to my ability to "magically" find solutions to problems. The name stuck, and most of my friends just call me Merl. Nothing really slick or tricky, just a nickname that reminds me of "days gone by". I use variations of it all over the web.
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