Interferences from Venus 3: Outerspaces, «beyondyo» facts and realities.

Listen while you read: This is me – The greatest showman – KealaSettle

Pictures: self-us.

Letters from the moon. Chapter … Een.

Music while you read: Huecco – Mirando al Cielo

Dear nephew,

There are many things that I might have told you already and yet those letters continue growing in my heart and my hard drive with no clear intention nor accumulation of facts.

The station, you know, suffered dramatical impacts of an asteroid fragments not far. Life seemed to have stopped for a glimpse on our hearts, souls were just awakened and brains would fail to work hard.

Some were ejected to Mars, as you probably could picture with the previous notes. Communication is poorer on the red land. And interferences from Venus would easily overlap. I was on that bunch.

Días extraños no wonder, my little beast. There was a bit of ignorance of any further bite, a bit of obscurity and anguish, some bits of anger and pieces of pathological happiness when the base was still to be properly staffed. Still a thread of hope would breach into anyone chest and head, desperation, so we choosed not to let through any.

Take a rest now

Be prompt later .

Love, Uncle J.

Interferences from Venus 2 aka Drank Pirate monologue aka wassap-i-pities 2.0.

Listen while you read: Standstill – La familia inventada.

¿Pero quien sabe de esta Realidad?,
frustrante caricatura del desear.
Plagada de verdades sin contar,
de mentiras poderosas,
ángeles y demonios, siempre quieren jugar.
Dío con los dados: esperad una mano más.
Os he clavado unos pareados, perdonad por el spam.
Es fruto del respeto a la Verdad, esa que nos esforzamos por buscar,
con mucho cuidado de no llegarla a encontrar.

To A., not personally of course.

Jc

Letters from Mars 3 aka PlaySafe my dear beast.

To the gamified beloveds and the unknown nephews.

Image: Lekeitio Sea Kariotype

Listen while you read: Sharman Den: Low hombre

Dear nephew,

The unexpected happened in the moon station. Not that I’m able to explain. I could only hear a howling sound for a few seconds before finding myself and some others in the transportation unit in the way to mars.

Since arrived here, the strange light, the heavy atmosphere and the crackling floor have gotten me into self-safety quiescencent mode. I have been thinking a lot since, a ‘new planet’ again. A new orbe full of opportunities and menaces. As any other time, I can the change in material reality has made me question my inner-self simultaneusly.

You know, querido, you don’t need to think something consciously for it to be important or truth. You don’t get to have something in your hands, on your view, and only by making it real in your mind. You don’t get to lose something or someone only because you are not able to perceive it anymore: the persons and people we love live within us, beyond the real world we are able to detect with our limited senses.

Beyond consciousness, there are millions of ideas, stimuli, people, colours, energy… living within you; and they are always there to help and to give you strength.

As when you go to sleep. It might be terryfing: it might seem you are not there anymore, it might seem the world fades away and there is no guarantee it will be back when you are up. It might seem as your beloved disappeared…. But:

• It is not true. Even while sleeping, as Everything is part of your brain (memories and emotions) That Everything (and Everyone) will be by your side.
• Sooner or later you are about to wake up, and, even when having a wonderful dream, waking up is just better, and you know it in your inner-self. Yes, even when sleeping.
• Not because one thing or the other are more real. There is not such a thing as “more real” here. The point being, in the dream of being alive, you are able to continue your tale by using your own power and will (as in the dream) but the milestones are not determined by the self-ish need of your inner-being alone, but by the sun dawn and others needs; a tale in communion with an infinite universe of beings, the ones you know and the ones you don’t. It means being part of a tale you can not so easily control, but you can very much fully enjoy; because it has not beginning nor end, it is part of a bigger tale.

So, my dear, while during sleeping the plot might seem more intense, real, better, because it’s written from the inside for the inside (brain training, cleaning, thinking…); while awake you might have less control of what’s happening but the tale itself is just better, because it’s infinite.