"L R III" by Raym. C. Hensley / April 2004 - 4:58 am LEFT BRAIN...Right Brain. Left handed. Right handed. Evil. Good. Wrong. Right. The left side is logical and rational; while the Right is illogical and irrational. One side comes to the conclusion of a problem with a thought. The other comes to a conclusion to a problem with a feeling. The Left groans Hmmm.... While the Right jolts Ah ha! One is judgmental. The other, forgiving. One is tied down by rules-mainly due to fear-and is therefore narrowminded. The other side of the mind is spatial: everything & anything is possible/the world is your oyster/do what you will/no one should tell you how to do something/there is no One Way or The Highway (as they say). On the Subject of War.... ...one is obvious to say, "All the facts point to yes. Let us drop the 'A'-for-America Bomb. The facts don't lie. It works for Math & Science." And yet, the other mind will say, "War is Wrong and you know it. This is so stupid; look in your Heart. This is wrong. Can't you see that?" In many cases, the Left even sees compassion and generosity as being foolish, unnecessary. The Right sees the sad eyes of The Left-there is a great struggle behind them. The Left do indeed understand the heinous act they are about to commit and have always committed for years & years. And yet they cannot change because the Facts don't lie and because they so believe in these logical facts and only in the rational, they are blind, and see things one-sided. They have their fingers on the red button and a tear runs down their cheeks while a fat woman wearing small paper wings stands behind a giant red curtain crying the opera. Since The Left can never change-just as there can never be a time without Evil-one answer is suppression. You may be wandering wouldn't Conversion be best. And it is a fine moral question, for don't we all deserve a choice? (And it is a choice; one can't fully convert if one doesn't agree 1oo% by their own free will.) The problem lays in the fact the Left is incredibly stubborn and will never change, just as a god will never NOT roll its eyes at you. The Left sees the ways of the Right as childish and useless in the "real" world. Math & Logic is the corn on its cob. So embarrassed is it of its younger sister, that it would rather die than learn from a girl. The Left Mind is a bigot and a racist. I believe with all my heart that if the Left were to be surgically removed, this hellish version of the world cease to exist. Before removal, it would surely complain as it always does. "Wait! You need me! You need math to handle income and to buy buy buy things, no? Even you can see that." "I've got a calculator." "Calculator?? Aren't you afraid that people are laughing at you because you're an idiot?" "Everyone's entitled to their opinion(s). Besides, a calculator does the job just dandy. When I become a millionaire-which I will because I can imagine it-I think I'll spend it all on booze and the whore." "You fool! You weird fool! The only thing you should do is buy your way into collage so you can impress your friends and family!" "Hey look there's an unfortunate individual! Let's give it all to her and her family." Left Mind's blue & yellow wires spark. (robotic voice) "Illogical, illogical, does not compute, er-ror er-ror er-ror...." (puts stereotypical black pistol to head) Bang. And all is right in the world. For years it has kept the Right in the background-sure, up to the age of 5, the Right is dominate, as if the Left, so confused by the curiosities of the world, sulked about tongue-tied. At such a young age, the child's imagination is strong, the mind is open to any idea and will listen to all and nod its head. A few years later though, and the child is tainted by the stresses of its surroundings-this usually results from bad parenting-and that's when the Left jumps in, shoving the Right to the side and onto the floor. "Listen here," says the Left to the child. "It's time to get serious; no more playing around." It takes out a stack of manila folders and a chart and pen (one color; black of course). "We must plan your future and discuss discuss discuss! Also, you must go to collage. It is the ONLY way you will ever find a job; besides, you don't want people calling you stupid, do you? What's that you say? The Arts?? No sorry, no good. "The Fact is, the odds of you making a decent living in the creative field is highly unlikely. Better you become a computer tech, or better yet, a lawyer and/or a doctor-anything in the medical field. As long as you get paid more than minimum wadge, yes? That's what life's all about kid: the money. Life's a struggle, and if you ever want to make it to the end, you MUST fallow this ONE and ONLY path. The facts don't lie, kid-o. Oh and by the by, you only get ONE chance in this life. "You fuck up here and it's into the NOTHINGNESS for you haw haw.... Now go make me a sandwich. You better get used to serving others, 'cause that's what you're going to be doing by age 14 or 15. Yes yes you're going to HAVE TO work crap jobs; you don't want people calling you LAZY and USELESS, do you? "Oh come now stop crying. Stop crying I say. You think you'll receive my pity, but the FACT is, your cries make me stronger tee hee hee! Now where's that sandwich???" At night, when the Left is asleep on the couch dressed as a nun hands gripping an iron ruler, the Right creeps out from the closet and takes the child away into a world of many worlds of endless possibilities. Many times pleasuring the child with various introductions to sexual activities-one of the many human acts the Left strictly forbids, calling it Satan-like and filthy-this is all out of fear, of course. God forbid if a child should walk around in the nude! The Left is an uptight frigid. Just as its parents before it...Just as its parents' parents before them...And so forth & so forth.... A lot of wonderful ideas are lost because the Left finds them either irrational or silly. Deep down though, you know you really want to bring them into fruition because-if anything else-it would be fun (another word the Left finds useless). One must suppress the left. It likes to be boss-has been for years-and will put up quite a fight. The key is to push it back just enough. It loves being at the wheel. Tell it off. Push it away. Put it somewhere where its whining can't be heard. Try the trunk of the car. Unless you enjoy hearing, "Why are you doing it that way?" "Why did you write it that way?" "Why are you purposefully not going to spell check?" "Whywhywhywhywhy?" It seems to have a trying time coming up with its own resolutions; which makes absolute sense, seeing how it will not allow itself to imagine. The Left Mind does not understand how anything can be made out of anything else but logic-saying that you did this or that, guided by emotion, confuses it so-almost to a comical state. The Left is a narrowminded murderer unable to fathom other options-even if these options were handed to him on open palms. The Left Mind scoffs at the Supernatural, makes fun of it-of anything magical, in fact-anything remotely Imaginative, really. "What good is it in the "real" world if science can't prove it? Surely something as dubious as a Ghost does not exist since modern science can't explain it in a cold lab. Because of this Fact, so-and-so cannot be real. There's no way around it, save for hard, cold scientific proof that is hee hee. I am skeptical because I am afraid of all the mysteries of the world. If I can even disprove them, I will, and I'd be happy. I like lying to myself. It's safe. Doesn't rock the boat." (Ah ha! Here we have realized the cause for bad fiction, print or electronic. Utter Fear.) Left: "I write trite." The Right knows better/knows the way to success/financially/spiritually. It keeps an open mind at all times, therefore exuding a more positive air. The Universe in turn rewards this back (call it Karma call it Greg call it whatever you want just whatever you do call it something). Ditto for negativity, if you can call IT a reward. At its core, it boils down to either choosing the Yes of things, or the No of things. Your mind's dominating hemisphere will choose for you, and in most cases-depending on which hemisphere is strongest-against your Will (the Left doesn't believe in Will either, which is not surprising, seeing how it discerns even Love as an illusion (can't believe in what you never experienced, it says)-therefore, that goes for anything intangible. Surely it would find that logical). Before such a choice can be made... It is important to know yourself. Not the You on the surface; the unconscious you; the True you; the You that even YOU didn't know existed! Of course I'm talking about the Right side of the mind; the quiet side; the shy side (and with good reason). This side will tell you-show you-who you really are. It won't lie to you like the Left, who will NOT tell you the truth for fear of being judged and ridiculed, at its and your expense. The Left is a grinning hypocrite. Don't be a Goople. Stream of Consciousness. An excellent way to self-discovery. Drawing or Writing non-stop for hours; not bothered by the complaints of the Left (this book was written in 1o hour bouts, pausing once or twice to commence urination and/or defecation; at around 5am, food time. Mainly tiny canned potted meat). A glob of blue paint accidentally falls across your painting of the sun. The Left Mind looks up from its division problem and shrugs and says plainly that you must start over; it is ruined. The Right then steps in and exclaims in amazement how wonderful your sun painting is now! What an improvement! What genius! Anyone can create the sun, why, look outside even to see the same old one. Your sun, on the other hand, is an original, therefore providing a new experience, joy even, and certainly inspiration in others, in most cases even hope. Now isn't that an encouraging thought? Art (the Right Mind) isn't a math problem. When creating, using your imagination, there are no wrong answers, only right ones. Curious that when many hear this, they laugh and walk away. There's a sense that they don't want to believe that it (or just life in general) can be so positive and free. This feeling comes with a horrible realization that these same people actually like living in some sort of spiritual dictatorship: fallowing the rules of one God or Government or person. It's understandable. There is indeed a certain safety there. If not also the lack of freedom and true joy. At first, usually during the 1st hour, the work comes out slow. However...when you make that switch over to the Right, you feel a little light-headed (same as being drunk-a bit intoxicating-you understand why people do Drugs-yet more ways to strangle the left into a mini coma-opening the world of the Right). Whether painting w/paint or painting w/words, writing with the Right at the wheel can be quite the revealing experience: the real you comes out/details are shocking/dormant memories rise up. There is no wrong way to do Art. Everything happens for many reasons, even if you are not aware of it on a conscious level. Something is Weird only because the individual does not have the imagination to apply a meaning to It. Limitation is a manmade word. God herself is a Creator, while Satan is the Plotter-the Mathematician-The Destroyer. Truth is all one can ever create. This book was written in a made up genre to be called 'Free Roaming', a series of events based on a theme tied around a singular storyline. As in real life, anything can happen at any moment; much like in the popular video game Grand Thief Auto: Vice City. It was a smash hit when it premiered on the Playstation 2. And why? Because it allowed the player to 'roam' about this grand city. The player didn't have to fallow the story if she/he didn't wish to. The player was, therefore, in control-exploring a strange new world. In the end, that's what we all really want: the ability the explore-to be able to taste the excitement of finding, learning something brand new. There's so much out there in whatever form that's so bland and ho-hum. Sucks to it all. The Reader here is a Goddess/or God. If you feel you must read from back to front, do it. Even reading from the middle is encouraged. As mentions earlier, Stream of Consciousness was the preferred method of writing this particular book. As always, it just felt right to do it this way, baby. Sentences run off. Words are spelt backwards inside out right side up every which way. The narrative every now and then takes on a poetic rhythm. I like that. It's lively. So lively that it feels a bit maniacal. One Ah ha! after the other in a perpetual visual stream. As I said earlier, the text is 'grammatically' incorrect. Such are Dreams. Peace.