New Manifesto

I will write what you will read. you will read what I write, and you will form the conclusions that I give you to form. There is no room for interpretation. This may feel suffocating, but you will trust Me, because your eyes have sold you. you will remain still, you will submit, you will acquiesce to My every assertion.

you may think for a moment, as you close your eyes in hiding from this arrangement of solid form and the space between, that you are in control of your own experience. you laugh a little bit to yourself, but you can’t hear the subtle edge of nervousness your laugh betrays. you tell yourself to read on, that your eyes are master of what allows entry, and you surround yourself with false symbols of comfort: the television remote, your phone, your computer, and a drink, perhaps scotch over ice, or a glass of red wine, or some warm milk. you drink, your eyes refocus, and return to Me.

your continuing experience mirrors My descriptions, which will replace your memories. Definitions which are embedded in the text I provide for you, the text your eyes organize into symbols of thought that your brain will recognize whether you want it to or not. A slight struggle ensues as you try once again to compare these new ideas with the hieroglyphics of your past. The moment passes, and you are calm in the realization that you will continue to read what I give you to read. There has never been another choice. you will digest and absorb it. It will change your perception of present and distort all of your memories, forcing you to apply a new prescription of hindsight, that which I feed you through a slow drip.

your eyes stutter and stop. you wish the text would expose itself, strip down to bare structure, essence, detail, define itself and in doing so fill your greed with the satisfaction of understanding. It is clear however that you will not understand that which I have not given you to understand. you stop trying to think. your thoughts are in the process of rearranging you, and you will be still. you will not struggle.

you crave what lies within a definition of terms, of emotions and images and memories and theories and symbols, all that you think you know but are now being reshaped, redefined within the confines of your consciousness, using the tools I have in common with your unconscious. I surround you, providing you with somewhere to be and something to watch within the construct of your mind. you will sit still as I unravel explanations and apply filters to information you thought you already knew. you think to yourself, this text means nothing without my acknowledgement. But then you wonder, is that true? you say to yourself that your thoughts are yours and are private and no one’s going to tell you what to think, what to feel. But you are thinking and feeling exactly what My text allows you. you will digest this piece of information, take another sip, and return to me, willingly. The page turns you.

you’ve given in, and you find yourself blissfully enveloped in a new environment, the textured framework I’ve built for you. you feel what I want you to feel, and you are content to give up your sense of control over what you think you’re thinking on your own. you now know that I will give you everything you need. you relax, take another sip; you read on. you happily think thoughts I have provided you with as the clamor of your own subside, and you sink deeper into yourself, into the newly refurnished crawl space that is your skull. you are not surprised by new information, you begin to crave it, and you take it in obediently. your vocabulary becomes Mine and you nod your head, again and again, and you smile softly, as if you and I shared the most intimate of secrets, and you are calm, you rest in the tightly wrapped consciousness I have provided you with.

Before, you had only your own thoughts to listen to, confusingly mixed in with all those thousands of other voices, or millions, or numbers uncountable in a human lifetime. you couldn’t pick out the sound of your own thoughts in the midst of the maddening din, and you felt lost, diluted, unconnected, alone. But you now hear just one voice, and that voice is Mine. you listen quietly and contentedly to My voice as you play it in your head, the voice that keeps you company, that has created a safe place for you to let go of yourself and all of the others in your head. you feel solace in the vibrations of My voice in your head. you are no longer afraid. you are no longer alone.