The Reality Engine was turning slowly in the vast blue dome of the sky, far above my head. Sleeker than a billionaire’s sports car, more awe-inspiring than a flying saucer, the Reality Engine was busy creating the fabric of existence itself, along with all of us beings who are part of that fabric. The Reality Engine has a giant, shiny, metallic cone attached to its underside and this is the Projector with which the universe itself is brought into being. This is the Reality Projector that creates everything there ever was or ever could be. ‘The Reality Projector, the Reality Projector, the Reality Projector…’ I intoned numbly. I was awestruck, at a complete loss as to what to do next with myself, and also stuck for words. And then the next thing is that I was afraid, which is what always happens. Stupendous awe turned into stupendous fear and so I started running. I run and I run and I run and I never stop running. I had entered into the Lower World. I had been subsumed within Continuum of Fear, which is also the Continuum of Running.
It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it? It’s funny how once you get into the habit of running then you can’t ever stop. Running doesn’t just become ‘a way of life’, it becomes life itself. It becomes the whole world and everything you do is only ever a different form of running, a different manifestation of running, a different variant of running. There’s nothing but running and so you don’t miss ‘not-running’ – that’s just not a concept for you. It’s not on your map. It’s not on your radar. All you know is that you mustn’t ever stay still for too long because you’ll get dreadfully uncomfortable if you do. You’ll get edgy. You’ll only feel good (or at least not too bad) when you’re busy, when you’re safely distracted. You never stop to ask what this means of course, you’re not the reflective sort, you’re not inclined so take an interest in the bigger picture. That’s just not on your radar, it’s not anything you ever think about. It’s as much as you can do to keep up with your running and making sure that you’re successful at it, never mind anything else. Somewhere deep down in your unconscious mind is the stubborn little belief that if you keep on running then eventually you’ll get somewhere good! If it weren’t for this belief then you wouldn’t be able to carry on, of course. There would be no meaning or hope in your world without this stubborn little belief of yours…
We were never meant to see the Reality Machine. We were never meant to see it and if we’re lucky we never do. We were never meant to gaze upon it, never meant to observe it slowly revolving in the fearfully majestic way that it does, slowly turning above us like a Great Celestial Wheel. That moment is too solemn, too grand, too magnificent for the human mind to take in! You will catch a little glimpse of it and then you want to escape from it straightaway. You’ll wish you hadn’t seen it. You want to return to the squalor and sad desolation of your familiar existence as fast as you possibly can. You’ll become horribly homesick for the memory of that familiar existence, you’ll long for it so badly. Your routine everyday existence is as barren of joy as anything ever could be but you’ll yearn to have it back all the same. You’ll get all nostalgic about it, even though you weren’t by any means enjoying it at the time. That’s what it’s like though. That’s how it works. If you are ever unlucky enough to find yourself gazing at the forbidden splendour of the Reality Projector then that’s what’s going to happen to you – the Fear is going to get inside, you the Fear is going to get into you big time and you’ll never know anything else but running from that moment onwards! You won’t even know what you’re running from – you won’t know and you won’t care either. You are now nothing more than a ‘machine for running’ and that is your Eternal Fate….
