Wednesday, 24 July 2013

ASUU


Drama Title: Strike and the strikers
Characters:
Mr Jona Lucky-goody, president of the Federal Republic of Nigger-yard, a country in the West
Mrs Pati Lucky-goody, the first lady
Akpos, special advisor to the president
Professor Rollins, ASUU chairman
Dr. Afo, ASUU secretary
A Newscaster, a security agent


                                    First Motion Page
                                     At the presidential Villa
Jona: Akpors

Akpors: Mr. President

Jona: I have not been feeling well since all this while

Akpors: Neither have I

Jona: What do you mean?

Akpors: The cook must have over-cooked or (let me say) over-spiced the food we ate yester-night such   
               that despite the quantity I devoured, I still find myself purging.

Jona: That’s not the point

Akpors: I thought so. So, what’s the point?

Jona: I perceive these days that my enemies are multiplying and they have refused to drop

Akpors: Of course /takes a pause then continues/ the people, I reckon.

Jona: Yes, but not all of them, except for some.

Akpors: Hmmm

Jona: Tell me Akpors, what have I been doing wrong?

Akpors: Nothing.

Jona: I can’t believe that.

Akpors: why?

Jona: because if it’s nothing, there must be something I am doing wrong

Akpors:  Mr President, there is absolutely nothing. That is to say, you are nothing a thing or anything
               that should be called wrong. Like our fore-fathers would say /framing a disjointed proverbial 
               flapdoodle/ the coco-nut tree does not hurt the ground with its leaves even tho’ the ground
                frowns his face at each falls.

Jona: What does that mean?

Akpors: The people are only making you think you’re doing something wrong, whereas you are not. At
               least, I am a living witness. I could remember how I was before you appointed me as your
               special advisor. And now I can testify to the glory if God, of how you’ve blessed my purse and
               belly. All my family members all have good works and even serve as good connective link to
               others.Through them, you’ve helped a lot. Nobody can deny that they’ve not tasted your dainty.
               It is what we share daily, except God wants want to punish whomsoever denies it
Enters Mrs Pati Jona

Mrs Jona: what’s happening Horney?

Akpors: He is just complaining about the people.

Mrs Jona: people are an ingrate;
Akpors:  /silently/ chai!
Mrs Jona:  so ungrateful that you have to be very so careful so that they don’t give you strokes.
Akpors: /breathes out heavily/

Jona: Never. That will not happen.
Mrs Jona:  /smiles/ well done than easier said.  /To Akpors/ can you please see the television so that we
                   can switch what is been casted?
Akpors: what?
 Jona: stop pretending as if you did not understand
Akpors: okay
(He switches on the television. The newscaster reads the news)
Newscaster: The Boko-haram sect has decided to upgrade their intelligence. They maintain they will
                       stop at nothing till they ensure that western education is eradicated including every form
                       of anti-islamic religions. According to our correspondent, Mr Ibu, the Boko-Harams
                       demonstrated their claims by suicide-bombing some schools as well as churches in
                       Damaturu…the activist, professor Swagz said that such an act has been ‘’ too pasquinading
                       for humanity to bear’’. In conclusion, he says ‘’the sect is delineated to have been
                       clippered in a somewhat religious homoterrorism’’.
Akpors: thank God nobody mentioned the government
Newscaster: Many strictures have been directed towards the government for not making any attempts
                         towards the Boko-haram threats…according to Barrister Ken, the government have been
                         deliberately and diplomatically paralytic in their essays…
Jona: what does this need do with an essay Akpors?
Akpors: /silent/
Jona: Akpors
Akpors: /silent/
Jona: Akpors!!!
Akpors: I am trying to check the Collins dictionary on my phone to be sure
Jona: so what does it say?
Akpors: I think they mean our attempts
Jones: Nonsense
Akpors: they can’t understand!
Security: Sir, some people came just now.
Jona: who are they?
Securtiy: They said they are having an appointment with you
Jona: is that their names?
Security: Just three of them
Jona: Their names?
Security: /stuttering/ em professor…I can’t re-collect…they are the ASUU people
Jona: ASUU what?
Akpors: Mr. President, I don’t think this guy is competent for the job!
Security: but sir
Akpors: Shut up there. Were you not taught the question-answer theory in your secondary school?
Security: I did sir.
Akpors: May be to get a full understanding of it, you need to go to the university. /Hisses/
Jone: Wait a minute. Did you mention ASUU just now?
Security: Yes sir
Mrs Jone: Those people have come here again with their wahala. I don’t even know why you keep fixing
                   appointments with them.

Jone; Am sorry dear, we just have to meet with them
Mrs Jone: You and who?
Jone: I mean us
Mrs Jone: you mean me and you?
Jone: Don’t worry dear; it’s just Akpors and me
Mrs Jone:  It better be. /after a short/ and tell them to let those children go back school and stop
                    keeping them waiting. Besides, whose rights are they fighting for, the children’s or theirs?
Jone: You mean the students?
Mrs Jone: whatever! Just tell them to release them. /She leaves/
Jone: I will do that.
Akpors: What will happen now?
Jone: /to the security/ is the secretary with them?
Security: they were just two. But which is the secretary, sir?
Akpors: President, you need to fire this man here.
Jona: We don’t need that for now. I think the secretary is with them.
Akpors: What about him?
Jona: He is my only problem. I don’t want his grammars this time. Even those who are still managing to
          speak in clear languages have not had their requests answered talk not of these heaps of
          confusions. Besides, you know how things are run here. The answer to their requests does not lie
           with us. That’s the kind of system we’ve always had.
Akpors: consulting, consulting, consulting.
Jona: that’s it /to the security/ anyway, bring them in
Security: Okay sir

                                                Second Motion Page
        (After some minutes, both the ASUU chairman and the ASUU secretary come in)
Akpors: You people are welcome.
Afo:  And who is this pumpy, chumpy lump of a stump?
Akpors: I am the special advisor to His Excellency
Afo: On what matters
Akpors: On internal matters of strict private emergencies…the one and only
Afo: What does that mean-----
Rollins: That’s not what we are here for Afo.  /To Akpors/ where is the president?
Akpors: In the conference room.
/they move to the conference room/
 Both Rollins and Afo: your Excellency
Jona: You are highly welcome gentlemen. I am glad to see you again.
 Afo: We bring to you our august accosting in the most intrepid gratulation of heart.
Jona: Thank you very much. You may have your sit.
(As they sit, the chairman motions to the secretary to take charge of the line of discourse after which the secretary brings out some documents and pretends to peruse them, with much seriousness).
Afo:  Mr. President.
Jona: yes
Afo: /picking his words bit by bit/we are quite apprehensively enschooled hitherto, by the very deckle-  
        edge of your erstwhile dictum, which however reliving it is to us is the noodle-presentment of this
        conventicle. In other words declaring to you the pith of our approximations will be an injurious                               
        tautology to your mind’s palabras
Rollins: /sighs/ chi-ne-ke
Afo: so without much ado, we will like to hear from you, what you have decided.
Jona; /remains silent/
Afo: Mr. President?
Jona: /remains silent/
Rollins: Mr. President?
Jona: /remains silent/
Afo: /speaks silently to Rollins/ why does he remain mute?
Rollins: /whispers back/ thaumaturgic imbecility, of course…jujued by some spell: or maybe he is rather
              too conscious of being jujued and so tries not to make himself vulnerable. You know, this is
              Africa! African magic is always a-stake through the visors of some over-lords; just a pity that he
               now looks like somebody seriously needing a chiropractic surgery.
Akpors: Please continue sir
Afo: are you the president?
Akpors: But I am his mouth speaker…
Afo and Rollins: Spoonerism!
Akpors: I mean his mouth piece
Afo: …Having a debacle, an oracle? This is a stark zingiberaceous hokum!
Jona: /silently/ I said it!
Rollins: Mr. President, we need a quick response from you now! Time is not by our side
Jona: /silently to Akpors/ I said it /sighs/ this people are plotting against this administration
Afo:  /to Rollins/ A Trojan Ambuscade I sense, abuscadoes brooched to Odysseus’s witticism!
Jona and Akpors : / silently/ Chai!
 Akpors: /silently to Jona/ His Excellency
Jona: yes
Akpors: you look morose!
Jona: what is that supposed to mean? Do you want to add salt to injury?
Akpors: no sir
Jona: In fact, where is that your phone?
Akpors: On point sir.
Jona: you need to do something.
Akpors: like what sir?
Jona: As we can both see, they are speaking in a tongue that seems impure to us, which means that they
          are trying to build a scandalous propaganda in order to threaten this office.
Akpors: so what would you have me do sir?
Jona: get that your Collins, immediately
Akpos: I’m on it, just that those things are coming too fast
Rollins: His Excellency
Jona: gentlemen, I think this calls for fasting and praying
Rollins: /laughs loudly/ what!
Afo: a riff of Berean diplomatism!
Akpors: sirs, I think, what the president said, was said technically and figuratively.
Rollins: Mr. President, we shall make it clear once again that we do not mind letting the strike persist
              adnauseam.  We wish we had had some other mechanisms by which to beetle out our
              propositions. But as it is now, the students will have to stay: and it would appear too Bezonian, if
              not Gothic, not to pity the students, as the president of this wonderful country. This, I have
              reasoned from a pater familias view point.
Afo: besides, Mr. President, these demands are necessitous! In fact, statistically and zoographically, a
         copious quantum of the results compiled from the phizog-analysis as well as the sensual responses
         of the students shows that, they are very much disillusioned, if not bolted in a Cimmerian rile!
Rollins: this is a noetic datum which implies that the aggrieved souls shall be conflagrated to evoke a
              massive ruckus. The students shall zero in on the state a bubonic hurly-burly, if you don’t meet
              our desiderata
Jona: /shakes his head tragically/
Akpors: /silently to the president/ I understand what is going on sir, but this is not the time to shed tears
Jona: /angrily/ Are you out of your mind? Which tears do you see now?
Akpors: But your eyes are red
Afo: are you done contriving, even though in taciturnity done?
(There is silence everywhere for a while)
Jona: /hay-hems/ gentlemen, I think we will have to prose-pone this meeting
Both Rollins and Afo: why?
Jona: decisions cannot just be taken like that!
Rollins: Why?
Afo: but you are the president. Whatever you say is final
Jona: I assure you gentlemen that, when we meet again, something benefiting will be yielded
Both Rollins and Afo: His Excellency?
Jona: that will be all for today
Both Rollins and Afo: special Advisor?
Jona: and please, when next you are coming, bring an interpreter
Rollins: /as they all rise to stand, he whispers to Afo/ Like I said, he must have been zombified:
              And not until his gods-or those stones of Heraclea behind his marsupial- bid him, he is not yet
              bided
Afo: maybe he is not the right person to meet after all; maybe his gods or our God, or some godly gods
         aside his ungodly ones will be the righteous right
Rollins: Paronomasia has nothing to give here, because, this is a disparaging kakistocratic zombiism.
Afo: or maybe we just resort to prayer and fasting as his paromeia interprets earlier
Jona: gentlemen, I think we are done year. You may now take your leave………..TO BE CONTINUED

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Against literary Paperisms: Prose and poetry as Dead Artisteries, by Anish O Cornel

Man is but tired of prose, since the lust to sit before his table with the illuminator to bifurcate such a highfalutin narrative of endless wonders exist no more. His eyes are weary of letters. Yet, the writer speaks prose in mechanical deluge; sets of binoculars, specs, to cloak the skeleton of every graph, wether with the beauty of it or for its beauty's sake. The appreciation of it does not scape its bounds. Plenteous jeremiads and ecclesiastes, satirical scorches and comic intellects all for the academia of man only but grow or die within one circumscription and walks no further. The writer pours out his inks upon papers of blood-with papers and inks- yet the whole kingdome which they are to hit do not dare to touch. Even those who 'dear' to touch it, only speak of it's beauty, beauteous madness, madness or constructive attempts at purifying the evils embedded in forms and souls and not it's kineasthetic through-put in the reality of resultative change, since no change-in soothe- is witnessed or caused (tho' attempted). Even this which I much prettified in order that it be emboldened before the world, doubt I if it would be bought, loaned, taken or even borrowed, for the sake of what it carries. But at this hour, Life is but pathetic. Too many faces there be for one heart to dear. Withering hands of the world are too cold to hand either the fire or the coal. Clouds gather with such thickness, weaving silks and drapes 'gainst Light. And as darkness draws nigh, we hardly see what differences persist beneath. How pathetic a world! Behold! A new Army has risen in curtains of man's interior walls, to woo him to a court of custom which he shares with his house-holds; the largest cycle, (almost fallen by this Army) into a pool of samness. And a sameness of tradition and taste appear before us. Poetry is the wickedest, wretchedest and 'more' ironic of the other. Perhaps, if I may ask, what evil reeks in poetry saying to a rebrobate lone-wolf, 'stealing is bad', by such lightness found in a light verse or verse of light? This manner of tongue, I believe is too simplistic enough for that one. Yet the poet with paromeia, and exaggerated paintings; rhymes, rythms, figures and runic comparisons, falsifies and puffs up undue emotions; emotions vile enough to drag the minded soul to say how beautiful or lovely it is and nothing mor. But the most instrumental, and productive of them, lies in my heart. This is nearest to man all day long. It catches man by his eyes and ears. With this one in the world, man can never dugde. I respect him because he does not recede in coffins and graves of mere scripts and crippled papers. It walks and talks. It speaks beyond the academia. It teaches the soul that is unlearned- even the very soul that can never be affected by simple or rigid prose and poetry, just because of the incapacity to know or read. It arises to become man in exactitude and transacts with him daily. That is why I say, reformation comes from the heart and then proceeds thro' the mouth. Little will your pen do. Words spoken and actions wrought would move the world to endless catharsis. But very little will your ink do. And from this point again, I begin anew as a writer and a dramaturge, yet-within few or most of the times- I shall never forsake my classical past, for 'Art's sake', because if I do not allow it walk and talk but make him lie in crippled papers, it may cripple the limited observer. Let prose or poetry be not hopeless, for in him they have perfection and complete fruition.

Dreams

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                                                            Dreams
------By Anish O Cornel------
For the world is twain wherein we live; everything, by physics termed, having a spirit which in metaphysics dwell (not one, but all that is nomenclatured of feeling, sight and touch), so that by night (the earliest hour of morn or the blackness of the earliest dawn) one's spirit visits the spirit of the Earth wherein is the body of his spirit, for the Earth's metaphysics is the Earth in its spirit form where everything in the physical world be the same as in the spirit form that are the spirit-versions of their physical forms.
And so it is called dream, which doth open by the extension of sleep (the mode of the body's spirit's resurgence; a means to the earth's twin (which be spirit) by which it be perceived.
This is where all spirits arise to adventure basically at night and scarcely in the afternoon. Only the Dark (i.e., humans in principalities and powers) become conscious of their beginning moves, right from the very moment of their spirit's protuberance from the body, as translated into some passages leading to this world (i.e., the Earth's spirit). But the Ordinary is unaware of his preliminary moves to this world wards, for as his spirit protuberates, he (his spirit) is extemporaneously encircled by some forces, energies or impacts, so that he becomes unconscious of his preliminary moves. And getting therein, with his consciousness unveiled, he uncovers himself only to see himself to have arrived-JUST LIKE THAT- not even knowing how, like one narrating would say, 'When I arose at that hour, a mighty strong wind came and threw me thro' the ceiling/walls into flight and as I flew, I saw some others, together with whom we both entered the spiral bounds and dissolved into the Nine rings'. This-assuming the descriptions were real-would be inspired to be the chronicle of one, who has been conscious of his nocturnal-protuberantism (which one may term to be similar to astral-projection).
In this place (i.e., the Earth’s spirit), so many things happen that man’s psycho-genic-calculi can hardly or never comprehend, especially when such a one falls out of the rank of Powers. For example, one wonders how the Ordinary sometimes get guillotined or merely attacked without any physical concerns, especially at this (unreasoned) hour of the night. This, however, occurs, when the Dark one (human/or principality) leaves his body, at the most careful watch of that watch, and moves there to, that be the Earth's spirit, to find the Ordinary; and as his subterfuge and slates be evil, the ordinary-unequipped or unrobed of guard-is quickly attacked or destroyed, the effect of which is impacted immediately on the body in the physical Earth or concealed within the body so that others (as ordinary as he is) cannot comprehend what has happened to him (whether his body be found dead or paralysed or affected in some way that he cannot relate), for it becomes a riddle meant only to guess out.
So at his attack-assuming he is killed- he (i.e., his spirit) goes to the borders, that bifurcate, and that (thus) cone off the Earth's spirit from the new World (beyond) which is of/by spirit made. In this place, there lies a gate opened for the dead to amble thro'. Often times, the newly dead roam about this gate or tarry there   till it is opened. It is, however, at this delay that some of them be manipulated. For instance, being a part of the ordinary, one might have just met somebody at the Earth's spirit, and may not occur to one that, that person has just been newly dead. And so when one comes back to the physical Earth and hears that the same person seen thereof is dead, it becomes starkly impossible for one to go back, to call or drag such a person to the physical Earth. One could only have done otherwise, given that, when one saw the person-assuming he/she was being attacked- one was swift to help such a person from the attack. It is when this occurs that it becomes easy for such a person to ride back to the physical Earth safely, in which case, he/she would not have died, nor would one have come back to hear that the person has died. Unless this be, the former is not possible, tho’ it is true the dead can be manipulated.  
In so many countries of the world, especially in Africa, the spirit of the dead can be summoned, by some powerful enchantments that tend to stir the chronometry of the Earth’s spirit. Scarcely at times, it might include appealing to some strong forces, energies or impacts to help bring the spirit of the dead back to the physical Earth, in which case, forces guarding the gate are interacted with. When this happens, one (of these forces) is assigned to take the spirit to the conjurers, for their exercises, after which such a one takes the spirit back. The force is not seen, yet the spirit is seen. Samuel himself, a servant of God in the bible, too was summoned from his infinite sleep (i.e., death) by a sorceress bided by King Saul (1samel 28 VS 7-21). These conjurers themselves-of whatever cult or tribe- cannot go to drag the person there from, as the time allotted to this gate is unpredictable and unknown; and the gate could open anytime as long as it wants in order to consume whatever treads its path. In some cases, when the spirit of the dead is conjured, it is a demon, disguised in the figure of the dead that appear to the conjurers. All these happen in and thro’ the umpteenth acts surrounding what you call 'dream'.
You call it dream or dreaming, but I call it transposition, a move, a journey, by a stirred protuberance in which the protuberant (i.e., the spirit of the person) leaves his body and adventures, into a world that is exactly the one he leaves (or where his body lies). This is a world that his spirit can contain. That is why the world itself is a spirit, being the spirit (a deific macrocosm: an imperceptible copy) of one (which is the physical macrocosm/ the Earth). This, by transpositionism, is possible, not dream. For to me, it is not just a dream which one deems 'roused by some mental manipulations or by whatever, aside what I have here writ. It is but transpositionism processed in protuberantism. This is no myth, dear reader, since the descriptions I have been making are truly experienced almost by all, including me. In fact, some of the exempla shared here, especially of the one that tells of a protuberant’s encounter with a newly dead person in this world, whom he later discovers to be dead in the physical Earth, are excogitated from the transpositonal experiences of people.
The Time Phrasing of the Earth’s Spirit
As for time and season, both the physical Earth as well as the Earth’s spirit maintains some dissimilarity, for since the Earth's spirit is influenced much by diverse spirits, it defiles the rules and logic of time. It is-let me say- the perfect place for time travel, in that, many a time, one travels only to find one's self ahead of the time one left the physical Earth. For example, one leaves in the night and, having arrived, finds that it is morning or afternoon or evening there. Even some of the activities that occur there tend to influence-on rare occasions-one's time in the physical Earth. For example, one might experience being beaten (or ravished, cheated, jilted, wounded if not helped, defended, pampered, comforted, fed, saved, courted, wedded etc.) by a friend there. This experience is transferred into the physical Earth, maybe aft’ a day, two or more of the experience, whereby the experience is re-experienced as it was. This, I call proto-experientialism or proximate receptivism, in which an experience in the Earth's spirit is duplicated; one primarily serving as the source experience, the second of which is now transferred-by the influence of time and purpose-on the physical Earth and then on the person. In some situations, the experience may not occur (or be transferred) on the Physical Earth as it was exactly experienced at the Earth’s spirit; instead, the experience occurs in another form as distinct from the original. This, I call disguised receptivism. In whichever form (whether disguised or not), the Physical Earth receives the experience from the source experience and then impacts it on the person who has experienced it. This process becomes simple, since the spirit of the person together with the spirit of the Earth are both relating their actions on the spirit's body, thro' the Earth's body, with both tugged in themselves.
And so, it is a world where powers and principalities visit; where the longings of the heart are met (for with the super-nature of such a world) anything is possible. Here, the spirit of a person is easily flexed and persuaded by its super-nature, such that, such a spirit finds itself doing some extra-ordinary things, like flying, shooting fire-balls, walking on the air. Hence, it is incalculable, logically unreliable and intractable, capricious, unfixed, unpredictable and untameable. Sometimes, one might have an experience here which may not tend to occur in the physical world, instead such events-having occurred and gotten one's reason flummoxed-are then related to some specific persons, at the Physical Earth, unto whom this event appears as a symbol, a phenomenon, a parable, a proverb or a sign that is provided with meanings. Hence it is a mysterious phantasmagoria (of/by spirit made). It changes its form to whatever it feels just, the way its body does. But as the change of the Earth’s body is sometimes predictable- for example one can tell when it would rain or not-that of the Earth’s spirit is not predictable. And so, it sometimes creates confusions and even disappoints one's expectation. For instance, you may plan to visit your friend there and say something to him/her so that you might ask him/her by the time you are back to the Physical Earth, if he/she saw you and should also tell you what you told him/her. By this, you may be/will be disappointed. So times out of mind, your imaginations (I mean, the expressions of your mind which are mostly your wishes) may be manipulated, fulfilled and sometimes discarded.
How does this become possible?
Your mind is a factor of your spirit and as long as it is a spirit thing, which is more or less your brain's spirit, serving as the brain of your body, its functioning is easily emboldened (or say, embossed); because spirit-forms are translucent and/or transparent such that spirit influences spirit, just like one's body influences another. Hence, the Earth's spirit is very broad like a canopy, such that it easily partakes in every spiritual contact.
This is the Earth's spirit, which is multiply indescribable. It is where you see familiar and strange people either in their real forms or disguised. It is a place where evil spirits sometimes reveal their real selves or just get them disguised so as to scare you or even battle you. More so, it is a place very close to Eternity: the name for another planet entirely.
As part of the Ordinary, I know I travel (not dream) because I really do travel, scarcely in the afternoon, and mostly at Night, to this place, whose position and location I don't know. And whenever I travel, I'm usually guarded by Jesus Christ or by any of God's angel that I may not be attacked. Sometimes, in the Earth’s spirit, whenever I am being chased, I am thrust up high by Him or any of Him, so that I see myself flying without wings towards the rims of Eternity. But once they are repressed that chased, I am sent back to the Physical Earth, for I shall not enter Eternity at that time. So call it not 'dream', the spelling and pronunciation of which I can only permit if it be allowed an exact synonymy of transpositionism be.

WHAT ABOUT THE SOUL?
The soul is a property of the spirit. It is a form of spirit or, say, it is also spirit in itself. As the body moves, with the soul and spirit concealed inside of it, so does the spirit travel, with or without the soul. However, in the case of the body, the body can't do anything active (I mean life-centred) with the soul and spirit excluded or removed, for once both are excluded, the body be dead. This is not slightly so for the spirit, for the spirit acts in both forms, that is, with and without the soul. But once the spirit moves with the soul, the body is dead. Hence, in transposition, the spirit leaves the soul behind, so that, as spirit influences spirit, the soul maintains life by being resourced from the spirit in the Earth's spirit.  For example, whenever the body is called or interacted (by whatever means), the soul-being inside the body tho' unseen- influences the spirit. When this happens, the spirit of the person rushes, at full tilt, (possibly more than speed), back to the body, given that the person's spirit is in the Earth's spirit and that all the process had been triggered by an 'extension of sleep', in which case, protuberantism has taken place.
It must be an extension of sleep: because a set of eyes shut with the soul and spirit minding the body and their surrounding is not yet sleep, talk not of an extension of sleep. So with the-spirit- influences-spirit principle, it is quite much consequential to note that, whatever message is received by the body (whether orally, manually, or by whatever means), the soul picks it and, at instant, the spirit knows about it. Scarcely at times, the Earth’s spirit is also influenced by the soul’s message. And so, when this happens it may do some manipulations by creating the messages via some animated representations. For example, assuming your mother calls on you to awake, what you may/will see, at the moment, may/will be a figure like a lady, not necessarily her spirit-tho' her spirit is still networked. In some other cases, you may here the call JUST LIKE that, or thro' the mouth of a stranger, a non-living object or a substance.  Also, because of the spirit-influences-spirit principle, the Earth’s Spirit might also decide to represent the spirit-form of somebody who has not been transposed or even gone to bed (probably he/she is working in the field or engaged in some things), yet one who has been transposed-probably in an afternoon sleep-claims to have seen the spirit of this un-transposed person there.  It is not, in the real sense the person’s spirit that is seen, but a mere imitation effected thro’ a xerox. In other words, this process of representation, by means of the spirit-influences-spirit principle, should be called auto-xeroxism or mimetic transfiguratism.

Conclusion
We cannot do without spirit-things, because they are the essence of our being. Today, a great deal of enigmas swarm around us simply because our world is very much controlled by them. Inexplicable attacks, temptations, situational conundrums, quagmires, para-psychological pressures, theological paradoxes etc. are brooks of spiritual wonders that attend to our spirit-forms every so often. And because one is much abstracted from one’s spirit-form, pursuant to the physical elements that surround one, it is much easier for such spiritual things (both being and non-being) to attend to one’s spirit-forms. For example, one can be influenced of a demon either by possession or by a subtle canvass. Hence, our spirit is as naked as our body is and can be easily approached to be wooed just as the body can approach another to woo it. This is the mystery of the life-forms around us, which, as delivered unto me, shall be a portal to so many other mysteries.



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