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♪ Silver sea across the plain

♪ Clouds dissolve and melt away

♪ Close your eyes and wander backwards
through the days

♪ We're just sleepwalking

♪ Sleepwalking

♪ Living in a daze

♪ Wandering in a maze

♪ Thinking that we're seeing

♪ But never really being

♪ Poised between the future and the past

♪ Pretending that we know

♪ Where there is to go that really lasts

♪ We're just sleepwalking

♪ Sleepwalking

♪ Frightened to awake

♪ Wondering what's at stake if we let go

♪ And surrender

♪ To the river's flow

♪ Just these strangers in the world

♪ See the planets in the sky

♪ Nothing we can buy

♪ Heart it hears a sound

♪ And the mind it reasons why

♪ And again the moment's nearly passed

♪ And they try to grasp again

♪ Wandering in the maze again

♪ Hungry for the bliss

♪ That we keep losing

♪ By choosing

♪ This is what I really want

♪ That is who I really love

♪ This is what I think I really need

Over.

Your message received.

♪ Purple sea across the plain

♪ Evening chorus sounds again

♪ Another spider's web complete

♪ And we keep hoping

♪ Hoping, hoping

♪ One more problem to be solved

♪ One more question to be asked

♪ And another moment's passed

♪ Thinking that we're seeing

♪ Never really being

♪ Pretending that we know

♪ Where there is to go that really lasts

♪ Frightened to awake

♪ Wondering what's at stake if we let go

♪ And surrender...

♪ To the river's flow...

This is my anxiety
survival broadcast...

ensuring a past-future programming.

My brain is recreating a
negative repeat pattern.

Hello, Radio Olympia. This is direct television
from the studios at Alexandra Palace.

Our army is maintained
solely for the preservation of peace

or for the restoration of peace
after it has been lost by others.

♪ I'm for you a hundred per cent...

MAN. New evidence of communist activities
in government circles

is promised by the House Committee
on Un-American...

If I should ever find a rotten apple
in any barrel given to my care,

it won't take me three and a half years
to get rid of it.

And who knows but that millions more
of innocent people

may pay the price of your treason.

Professor JD Zanov's lecture

on negative energy, incest
and the probability of an event

will commence in three minutes.

There is no doubt as to where
a real communist's loyalty rests.

Their allegiance is to Russia,
not the United States.

...end of the Communist regime,
Stalin's place as leader was
taken by Georgy Malenkov.

Sir Winston Churchill
returned from the South of France

on the same day that Mr Eden
came back from the Mediterranean.

You have been touring the Mau Mau areas.
How did you find things when you left?

Yes, that's right. I went on a short tour
of about four days.

As you probably know,
there's not trouble all over Kenya.

There's a large part of Kenya
where there's no trouble at all.

When I got back to England, I saw a fella
walking down the street, a Jewish friend,

with a roll of cloth under his arm.
I said, 'Where are you going?'

Now you too can enjoy
all the security and protection...

We have learned that
the free world cannot indefinitely remain

in a posture of paralysed tension.

We have files
on most people we think we know...

...and talking tapes to fit categories of types
we Call characters.

We love to say, 'I like him',
or 'I didn't like her',

as though it has some kind of relevance.

Some of us have very sophisticated files...

...In which we think we recognise behaviour
that fits theories on the human personality.

Next time you are
handed a file on character...

...put it aside.

Imagine you have one minute together
before the apocalypse.

Facing annihilation...
does help to suspend judgment.

Dream three.

Zanov is speaking to me through a radio.

But it doesn't wake me.

The human personality
is not the result of our life and times,

cause and effect.

But a massive evolutionary coding...

At this point
everything went dead on the radio.

Happy birthday, Mother.

The present is terrifying
because It is irrevocable.

Hello. Good morning, Sir.

Name? Name?

Would you please sign the bill, sir?

Try to think.

Try to think.

Do you notice anything unusual?

Nothing. Except I'm very, very tired.

Try to think.

Why are you in this room?

I kept hearing this noise in my ears,

like some kind of interference on a radio.

Billions of tiny threads
seemed to be drawing me to one event.

...tiny threads...

Billions of tiny threads...

...tiny threads...

...one event.

...one event.

...one event.

...one event. ..one event.

...one event. ..one event.

...one event. ..one event.

Thanks a lot, sir. Thank you.

..one event.

...one event.

...one event.

...one event.

...one event.

...one event.

...one event.

The clock is a
key object in your habits.

Goals keep you mobile.

Your relation with money
operates at a primary level...

...and interlocks with time.

...Interlocks with time.

...with time. ..with time.

..visualise this first item
from the hierarchy?

For this exercise I'd like you to focus
about six feet ahead of you...

...on the floor.

And I'd like you to see every detail,

every colour,

shape...

...every texture.

The key object... The key object...

And at the same time
I'd like you to focus inside

to that place
where the bottom of your breathing is.

And breathe.

Don't try to see.

Just let yourself see.

Remember, we are only trying to be aware.

We are not trying to change anything.

The way of reaching it is not trying.

Somewhere inside your
mind there's a switch.

It is impossible for me to
understand space if I have no idea of time.

It is impossible for me to understand time
if I have no idea of eternity.

The meter is saying to you...

...that it's very easy to go away,
to go into a quiet place.

And that's a beautiful quiet place.

Now, there is a danger
that you could be using that to run away,

to not see what's in the world.

Now you see with the eyes closed,
with the attention turned inward,

he was producing alpha.

And that's the large...
the large brainwave here.

We want to use the meters now
in just the opposite direction.

That is to bring you in touch more
with the world that we're in.

It's very easy for us to lose conscious...

...Of.. today.

Of here and now, of this minute.

The object of bio-feedback

is complete emotional freedom.

SAPHA. The infinite sphere by which
we represent the universe to ourselves

is constantly changing.

...constantly changing.
..constantly changing.

The infinite sphere... The infinite sphere...

...constantly changing.
..constantly changing.

- Victor Two. Over.
- Victor Two, your message received. Out.

Victor One-One, did you receive
my Two-Two-Three-Zero?

First of all I must affirm
I cannot feel the plane on which I live.

It's 1:38 and the truth is,

that I travel on a journey
that was accomplished before I set out.

This street is already a foregone conclusion.

But I'm always too late to understand it.

At each moment of turning the corner...

...1 catch a glimpse of the eternal process.

But I am forever a half a second too late.

Sex?

Female.

Five feet four.

112 pounds.

29.

No erotic zones.

They died under attack.

I'm not in the room.

See the place very clearly.

Are you outside?

It is irrelevant to answer
that I am with her...

.."cos I have never left her.

The primary imprint remains.
The primary imprint...

Who's with you?

Make sure you keep breathing.

I live with my mother.

She's a depressive.

She failed to function in a world
that admired nothing else.

The recommended treatment was shock.

You see, it was fashionable in 1954 to
recommend insulin for disobedient women.

Non-conformist ladies
were either 'dykes' or 'frigid bitches'.

Now... orgasm has become a social necessity.

You see, my mother wasn't very successful
at placating men.

It's a genetic flaw.

It runs in the family.

It's a genetic flaw. It runs in the family.

...in the family.

Yes, I was married.

He was a scientist.

A rational thinker.

Men hate need.

He wanted submission...

...without need.

And I was the lunatic
that wouldn't be lobotomised.

The primary imprint remains.
The primary imprint remains.

The primary imprint...

It's a genetic flaw.

It's a genetic flaw.

It runs in the family.

- Name?
- Sapha.

Joseph Dimitri.

- Date of birth?
- 29th of May, 1953.

- Occupation?
- Gambler.

- Project number?
- Seven.

Negative energy, incest,
and the probability of an event.

Unit Director, JD Zanov.

At the centre of our
universe is a puzzle picture.

And the laws that govern this cosmology...

...are self, plus event fantasies.

You see, our whole life has been structured

by naming and defining...
on preferences and disinclinations -

on things that gratify and things that repel.

But the origin of these assessments
is a puzzle picture.

..puzzle-picture...

...puzzle... puzzle...

1:44.

I'm going forward like a blind man...

...who feels the paving stones
and the walls of the houses with his stick...

...and believes in the existence
of that which he touches.

That which has gone has disappeared...
and will never return.

But I can see nothing...
because I am a blind man.

I sense the route
which I have travelled...

...and expect that the
way ahead will continue.

I grope my way for I cannot see.

To say that I can see would only be possible
should I know the past and the future.

In order for this to happen it
would be necessary for me to
liberate myself from matter.

It's 1:40.

The square is bleak and cold...

...and ahead of me I can see the hotel.

In three minutes,
I am due for my third interview with Zanov.

Can you remember yesterday?
Last Wednesday?

The summer before last?

Do you believe in luck?

Do you think you have choices?

So...

if the precognition subject...

By this I mean he or she
who perceives time ahead of time,

what we normally call the future.

If the precognition subject
has a different perspective on reality,

or put it this way,

he or she sees the happening
from a wider view.

This is my reality here.

These two glasses.

The precognition subject
sees these two glasses and also this glass.

He has a wider perspective on reality.

He sees these two
glasses and also this glass,

as though witnessing life
from the top of a high building.

Witnessing events at
the far end of the street.

Whereas you or I with our average vision,

see only our limited surroundings -
these two glasses.

The precognition subject
sees these two glasses and also this glass.

Now...

whether he or she can
prevent the happening
- the car accident he witnesses,

or, if you like, predicts -
is quite another matter.

It would entail reshaping
massive energy structures

which are inter-connected
with everything and everyone.

In fact, incredibly,

each most minute action is interlinked
with every atom in the universe.

I toy with the idea of choices.

But I know I operate on automatic control.

If I ever believed I had a will,

this illusion has been taken from me.

And so my thoughts create my forms...

...and my past actions
a perpetual labyrinth, a web.

...a perpetual labyrinth, a web.

Professor JD Zanov's
lecture on negative energy,
and the probability of an event

will commence in five minutes.

You see,
my brain can only keep in focus,

like my eye, one small segment of reality.

At a sub-atomic level
there is no time or space.

It began with a paradox.
But this is the paradox.

Here is a light wave coming towards you.

It passes you at a certain speed.

Now, if you move towards the light wave,

then it passes you at
exactly the same speed.

This is the paradox.

Suppose we agree that we can never tell
if we are in motion or at rest.

Then we have to give up
a certain idea about time.

The fact is, you and I,

neither of us,
can decide which is really moving or not.

And therefore when I say two things happen
simultaneously, you say they do not,

we are both right.

Nothing can move faster than light.

Things get heavier as they move past you.

If a clock moves past you it goes slower.

Time is not what we thought it was.

E = MC-squared.

And somewhere beyond my shadow
lies anti-clock.

The potentiality of an event.

Or, rather, the source of
the potentiality of an event...

forks out and stretches back
beyond my mole vision.

And therefore, responsibility,
or the notion of it, becomes absurd.

I'm merely
a mental snapshot of myself.

The probability of an event
is the square of something.

When an event can occur
in several alternative ways,

the probability amplitude - this 'A' number -
is the sum of the 'A's

for each of the various alternatives.

We are not averse
to using the theory of probability,

that is calculating odds,
when a Situation's very complicated.

If you throw up a die and
it spins so many times,

and the air with the various resistance
and atoms and all this complicated business

that we're perfectly willing to allow,
that we don't know enough details...

And so we calculate the odds.

So it's 50-50 probability
because, like a die, it's set sort of at random.

It seems to be in some sense intrinsic.
Someone has said it this way.

'Nature herself doesn't know
which way the electron is going to go.'

The future, in other words, is unpredictable.

But here what we're proposing, is it not,
is that there be probability all the way back

at the fundamental laws.

That in the fundamental laws of physics
there are...

Who are those figures in white?

♪ Are they the angels of light?

- Or are they spiders on the wall

£ About to fall... on me?

- Is that a table or a chair?

I Is it there?

- - Or are we atoms

- Whirling round in space?

2 Is that a kindly face'?

♪ Who are those figures in white?

...the gentleman is quite likely to have it
on the fold of their stomach...

...West Ham have Bobby Ferguson...

- I have a gun. Hurry up.
- A voice print.

I have a gun. Hurry up. I have a gun.

Hurry up.

I have a gun. Hurry up.

I found the segment of the tape
I want to analyse and I've clamped it on.

It's 2.4 seconds long around this drum.

I'll put the paper - spectrogram paper -
on the marking drum.

And prepare to analyse...

And 80 seconds later, all of the information
found on this segment of the tape

will be recorded on this piece of paper,
time versus frequency.

But the real bit came
when the electroencephalogram...

...was being used as a Clinical tool.

And they saw small
50-microvolt changes in the brain.

Could read it out, moment to moment.
Second by second.

We know there are these
peculiar faculties of the psyche,

that it isn't entirely
confined to space and time.

You can have dreams
or visions of the future.

You can see around corners.

What do you think of Prohibition,
Professor?

The minute doses of alkaloids
Sap your will.

2 Little Man You've Had A Busy Day

♪ Time to stop your scheming,
time your day was through

♪ Can't you hear the bugles softly say?

Time you should be dreaming

♪ Little man, you've had a busy day...

And so the mirror game
had begun again.

Switching itself on and off.

And now the process of waking
is hardly different from sleeping.

And everything that happened
seemed quite uninvited by my will.

Well, Sapha,

either the future is
waiting for you, or it's not.

Either you control your destiny or you don't.

Can a pattern form itself other than it will?

Do you remember... your dreams?

Sometimes.

Do you have much fear of arousing hostility?

Survival fears?

One or two.

You eat till you die, Sapha.

Then you don't eat any more.

2 Little Man You've Had A Busy Day

Now, the management proudly presents
Mr Joseph Sapha, thought reader.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight it is my very great privilege
to read your thoughts.

First of all I must affirm
I cannot feel the plane on which I live.

It's 1:38. Now, for the rational -

that is, those who believe or want to
establish the difference between in and out,

then and now, real and illusory -

I'm going to blindfold myself.

This room is full of your thoughts,
ladies and gentlemen.

And not just your thoughts...

...but last night's thoughts,
last week's thoughts.

Endless thoughts.

Thoughts hang around for a very long time
indeed, ladies and gentlemen.

To be precise, for ever.

The name of the eternal
reality of all thoughts...

...Is the akashic record.

Now, for the doubters and the sceptics,

and those who like to think of space
as somewhere new to go,

I'm going to blindfold myself.

This way, I'll be unable to decode any clues
trapped in your facial expressions.

I'm blind.

Therefore, I have no sensory contact
with my subject whatsoever.

Headquarters have just issued
communique number one.

In a few seconds, I will read it to you.

Communique number one.

Right, I'm picking up something.

It's not difficult to hear.

Just hard to find the right station.

I'm receiving someone.

A woman. Yes, it's definitely a woman.

About...

five...

...seven rows back.

I'm receiving a woman.

You, madam.

Three minutes.

Two minutes.

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

Gentlemen! I said, gentlemen!

So...

...how well would you
have to understand history...

...to affect one thread in the web?

Events are merely collisions
occasioned in the stratosphere.

But the unfolding of that event...

...leads back to the source.

Are you reading my thoughts?

Suddenly I noticed that among
the words which he was saying...

...were thoughts being directed at me.

He was smiling,

but he was provoking in me
a very strong emotion.

Stonewalling you.

I'm trying to make you feel you don't exist.

No acknowledgment.

It's a very effective torture.

A small dose weakens the will,

and deflects the opponent long enough
to give one the ascendency.

Stonewalling.

Larger doses can paralyse the life force
completely.

Do you know, with all the...

Something began to formulate itself
inside my head.

But just as I tried to
translate these thoughts,

everything disappeared.

Only love can tell me
what is the breadth, length,

depth and height.

When the heart dies,

the door to reality closes.

What would happen
if you felt angry?

Just keep feeling that anger.

Enumerate inside what would happen
if you felt angry.

Deep in my molecules
were memories...

...unscreamed screams...

...soured with years of non-expression.

..why you're angry,

who you're angry with,

what have they done?

I can't...

...remember.

I was drilled to stifle pain.

And in stifling pain,

I held my breath against joy.

The fear of feeling had armoured me
against my life's essence.

I can't remember.

No memories.

Fear is my cohesion.

Letting that go might shatter my existence.

No memory.

2 In the good old days gone by

2 Do you remember'?
- Oh, I remember.

Well, of course you do, dearie,
you're much younger than I

- Do you remember? Do you remember?

Do you remember?

What are you doing?

Listen to your programmes.

Listen to your programmes.

Listen to your programmes.
..programmes.

..programmes. ..programmes...

..this witness be recommended for

indictment for contempt of the Committee,

then come before the Senate as a whole...

Who pulls the strings?

The government...

...God...

your mother...

the state?

Do you understand words?

What is a word?

What do you believe in?

What is a belief?

Who gave it to you?

Oh, I can't remember!

I want you to go back in time,

and see a scene...

...that made you very, very angry.

I think circumstances
at the time it was committed...

...savaged internal relations...

Remember!

...second factor, sort of X is hereditary, Y is...

Begin visualising it now.

I see you went into red.

So what we'll do is turn on the feedback,
which is his signal to relax,
and terminate the scene.

Queen and country.

That's it, just relax again.

Check his arse! Check his arse!

OK, relax. Forget that scene.

See, the response is very rapid that time.

That's often the case as you get down
toward the end of the hierarchy.

What's your name, chummy?

Sapha, Joseph Dmitri.

What's this, uncle?

Shit and snow?

Our chummy's a pusher.

Our chummy pushes shit and snow.

These your samples, chummy?

Had a good night, have you?

Where's the shit, chummy - the big pile?

- Running from your mouth.
- Cut!

..it will probably take several repeats
of that scene

in order to accomplish
the desensitisation at that point.

...your three dots.

Eventually we hope to have him
visualise all the items in the hierarchy,

while keeping lights
green for the most part -

that is, keeping them out of
the red region which indicates a
high tension, high anxiety level.

Do not restrict your breathing
under any circumstances,

no matter what that means.

Where are you now?

- 11:35...
- See the people in the room.

His aged, bony face
comes back around the light bulb.

What room are you in?

I pour my tea
and wait for the game to commence.

He pours a little of his
liquid comfort into a glass

and looks down at his very few chips

and touches them,

almost tenderly.

Opposite me, the dealer is spilling his energy
by moving his chips into piles,

perhaps hoping to magnetise them.

I drink my tea...

...and wait for the game to commence.

It's five-card stud.

It's £100 to play.

You are thinking.

And I prepare myself to move
through the gap in the laws of probability.

I snatch his thought as
he examines his card.

Ten...

of clubs.

Somehow, he knows something
has been taken from him.

Bullet to bet.

Ace, four.

Seven, two.

Two eights.

Jack.

Queen, ten.

Eights to bet.

The table's energy focuses
on the old man's dilemma.

Forlorn as a child,

his skin is taut and strained.

And he touches his chips as though
trying to give them life.

Then, and in final recognition
of the emptiness swallowing him,

he rises like a sleepwalker from his chair.

To trace the origin of the simplest event...

...we must slow down...

...and observe...

...without judgment.

I light a cigarette and close my eyes.

And the vision of precognition
manifests before me.

All right, close your eyes.

Close your eyes again.

We are each other's murderers.

And across the table,
the dealer throws a wreath upon my grave.

Two sevens.

No improvement.

Same possible.

Two little ladies.

Bet's 200.

Ladies, two...

with one.

As I watch... the insolent boy,
too eager to win,

the other, blind with greed,

I feel my hunger rising.

Three sevens.

No joy.

Confrontation with disaster
is etched on his face.

And called on by a powerful opponent,

he will limp towards his doom.

The ladies have the power...

for 500.

I move my chips
to the centre of the table.

The climax ts in sight.

With 1,000.

Three down.

One to go.

And he reaches in his back pocket
for the last of his capital.

He feels his collateral draining away.

Accusation is written on his face.

I'll take a look at it.

I turn the hidden card
to reveal the fourth seven.

You...

- He halts me with his hands.
- ..on drugs?

And his words are like stones in his mouth.

The hard stuff?

The name of the eternal
reality of all thoughts...

...Is the akashic record.

Now, for the doubters and the sceptics,

and those who like to think of space
as somewhere new to go,

I'm going to blindfold myself.

This way, I'll be unable to decode any clues
trapped in your facial expressions.

I'm blind.

Therefore I have no sensory contact
with my subject whatsoever.

He is training you
as his time travellers.

Not across the linear earth,
or the moon, Mars or Jupiter...

but to the soul...

Right, I'm picking up something.

...ease your way through
the barriers of the clock.

It's not difficult to hear.

- He is training you...
- Just hard to find the right station.

Not across the linear earth,
or the moon, Mars or Jupiter...

I'm receiving someone.

...SO you can ease your way through
the barriers...

A woman. Yes, it's definitely a woman.

- What time is it?
- I don't know.

- It is impossible for me
to understand space...
- My watch has stopped.

- You haven't got a watch.
- If I have no idea of time...

I'm thirsty.

...It is impossible for me to understand time.

If I have no idea of eternity...

...despite the splitting of the atom...

What's wrong?

Nothing.

...I am trapped.

I had a funny dream.

What was it?

I was in a shop window.

...trapped. ..I am trapped.

I had no clothes on.

...I am trapped.

I couldn't move.

Hold me.

...I am trapped.

Do you love me, Joe?

Do you love me?

Dream two.

The calling bird is telling me

that this life, that I believe to be outside,

is simply a reflection in
my own distorted mirror.

I have fallen asleep in a prison,

drugged with fixed ideas,

automatic responses and blind beliefs.

Automatic responses...

Automatic responses...
..blind beliefs.

synchronicity.

Both kinds of connection exist
in the selfsame event.

These coincidences
are connected in such a way...

...that I cannot possibly explain them...

Very good, Ethel.

Smile, Ethel.

Smile at the nice people.

Now... what were we learning
about yesterday, Ethel?

I can't remember, Victor.

- Yes, you do, Ethel.
- No, I don't, Victor.

Yes, you do, Ethel.

I don't. I don't remember.

We were learning about...

...femininity.

Fem-i-nin-ity.

Fem-i-nin...

- Good!
- ..Ity.

Fem-i-nin...

Very good!

Now, what does the word 'femininity' mean,
Ethel?

- I don't remember, Victor.
- Yes, you do, Ethel.

No, I don't, Victor.

Femininity means...

une femme du monde...

...a lady of charme.

And what does a lady of charme do, Ethel?

Lie through her fucking teeth!

You haven't learned your lesson, Ethel.

Sorry, Victor.

Never mind.

I'm going to take you to a cocktail party.

To a cocktail party?

I'm going to a cocktail party!

And you're going to meet this man.

What kind of a man?

Just a man.

OK, OK, don't be cross, Victor.

Now, where was I?

I was meeting this man.

Right. This man.

He puts his wet, greasy hand on your...

And what do you do, Ethel?

Smack him! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

No... no... no.

Sorry, Victor.

It just popped out.

Why was it the wrong answer, Ethel?

I don't know, Victor.

Because...

...If you insult this nice man...

If I insult this nice man,

I'll fracture his ego!

And he won't be able to
go out into this world.

And build a nice house

where he can put his wet,
greasy hand on me any time he likes.

Check his arse! Check his arse!

Name?

Sapha, Joseph Dmitri.

Queen and country!

- Date of birth?
- 29th of May, 1953.

Negative energy, incest,
and the probability of an event.

- Date of birth?
- 29th May, 1953.

Not the first time, Joe.

Not the first time.

1.9 grammes of hash
- a piss on the highway.

Pretty small stuff.

This time, it's not.

- What's not?
- Small stuff.

This time it's not small stuff.

Where did you sleep last night?

Room 209.

Begin visualising it now.

Dream four.

I'm in the video room.

And someone gives me a code word.

I believe this word to be 'scrutiny'.

I'm told that I can unlock it,

if I can focus with enough
mind concentration.

Later, the hidden word is revealed to me.

It is 'spy'.

This tells me I must look into my secret self.

Dream four:

the transmutation of electromagnetic
energy into future predictions.

There is no time or space.

There is no time or space.

...time or space.

...space.

When I got back to England...

Where do you get your living, Joe -
honest livelihood?

I manufacture Valium and gin.

And as a sideline,

I sell reject birth pills to the Far East.

It's legal -

100 per cent.

- Where did you get the gun?
- From a Christmas cracker.

- Look, laddie, this is a lot of money.
- What's a lot?

£6,000 isn't loose change.

It depends... who's carrying it.

Where's the gun, Joe? Where's the gun?

Lodged... in your brain.

See this pencil?

How did it get on this desk?

Take it back...

...right back to when it was a tree.

It was a tree.

But the difference between you and me...

...Is you think it arrived as a pencil.

- So plead insanity.
- What's the crime?

Subversion. I know you, Joe.

You stink.

You want it all to fall.

...the fucking Jew boy anarchist.

Without me...

So what we'll do is turn on
the feedback, which is his signal to relax,

and terminate the scene.

OK, that's it. Just relax again.

Where do you live, Joe?

Where I find myself -

with you.

Where are your possessions?

In the bag.

- Where's your family?
- I'm a world citizen.

You have some bad feeling towards me, Joe.

It's against my religion
to tell people what I feel.

OK, relax. Forget that scene.

Now let's take it right
back from the beginning.

You like a smoke, right?

I like a drink.

We're the same, Joe.

We're the same, right?

- How do you get a living?
- I'm a thought reader.

Where did you get the money?

- From my mother.
- Mother? Where's your mother?

In Bolivia. Untraceable.

OK, would you visualise
this first item from the hierarchy? Begin now.

SAPHA. It is easy for me to accept
that this world is moving,

flowing, drifting particles of energy.

It is myself, as transient as raindrops,

flowing into preordained patterns,

that is hard to accept.

Life, from the first,
is bound up with transformation,

to be separated and reunited,

change form and condition,

die and be reborn,

act, cease, wait,

rest and act again.

That is the universal condition
of being in this world.

You know,

finding out about me
isn't going to be difficult.

I'm not hiding.

I've owned up,

lost face,

or whatever you want to call it.

Which one?

All of them -

colluders,

flatterers,

controllers,

consolers.

What do you say you hate most?

Cross-examination.

Being vulnerable...

...exposed...

...open to attack.

Is there a war?

I've forgotten.

My biorhythms were disconnected
at an early age.

You come into this room...

...-and there's this man.

Is he lying down or standing up?

He's lying down.

What's he wearing?

White.

Are his eyes open or closed?

- His eyes are closed.
- Why are they closed?

Begin by dismantling illusions...

...that cling around self-event puzzles.

It's a foul habit.

And lethal.

Watch promises
and fulfillment of desire bargains.

Desires are never fulfilled.

Yeah. Habits are lethal.

So, what do you hate most?

Security,

comfort,

property.

The con.

As soon as you arrive
at what seems like fulfillment...

And the coolers,

employed to persuade you
you haven't been conned.

And the sex educators.

And the love teachers.

You are being urged on
to the next craving.

Craving stops by letting go of craving.

So what do you want?

Now,

if I can find it.

Where is it?

Squeezed...

...between the future and the past.

OK, don't control the breath
with your mouth. Just let it come.

Angry type.

OK, go back to your normal breathing
for a moment.

Feel the state that you're in right now.

Now, it's very important
to continue breathing,

so keep part of your attention
at the bottom of your breath...

...and breathe very deeply and very clearly
through your mouth.

Visualise that symbol.

OK, visualise a specific scene of anger.

I'll take you down into something.

Relax.

These imprints,

these duplicated
programmes in my cortex...

...these concerns, false ideals,

and half-remembered phrases.

Small lies, big lies.

Told.

Breathe deeply.

Censored.

Relax. Relax.

Retold.

Falsifications, identifications...

...that have made of life
dead convictions and concepts.

While I have been spinning
these thought webs,

I have been as unconscious
as in the state I call asleep.

I have been clinging to
the phantom called survival.

Being vulnerable.

Exposed.

Being vulnerable.

Exposed.

Exposed.

Exposed. Exposed.

No erotic zones.

No erotic zones.

No erotic zones.

No erotic zones.

No erotic zones...

All sex techniques are manufactured
and broadcasted regularly by the network.

How to put some feeling
into a dead organism,

without actually waking it up.

How to get some satisfaction,
without stumbling on the incest nightmares.

Mummy and Daddy
ghosts haunt your bedside.

So you must learn to get the better of them,
and yet suck your thumb at the same time.

7] remember'...

seems to us like the past.

That is, if we are running
along a straight line.

But try and imagine circles, infinite circles.

Then we could be anywhere

in an eternal present.

What time is it?

Mother.

Mm?

I don't know.
My watch has stopped.

Why did you say those things about Father?

Things?

What things?

Why did you say them?

I'm tired, Joseph.

I don't want to talk any more.

You're not tired.

You're lonely.

Just a minute ago,
you were in a very lovely place.

Where was it?

It's coming back now.

Strengthen it.

Mm-hm. That one.

Yeah.

See it more clearly. Stay with that.

Does that place feel uncomfortable?

I just told you, I'm tired.

You're glad he's dead.

You mustn't say things like that.

Not ever.

Why must we pretend?

You're a bitch!

A fucking bitch!

I don't know.

But we must.

He's your father, Joseph.

He's inside you.

He's inside you for ever.

Come on, boy, keep up.

What causes an event?

How many factors are involved?

MAN. It is not due to lack of
detailed knowledge that we
cannot make the prediction.

If I didn't turn on the light,
I should get this interference pattern.

If I have a circumstance
in which I get that interference pattern,

then it is impossible to analyse it
in terms of saying it goes to here or here.

The future,
in other words, is unpredictable.

..interlocks with time.

...Interlocks with time.

...Interlocks with time.

...Interlocks with time.

...Interlocks with time.

...Puzzle.

. Interlocks with time. ..puzzle.

...puzzle. ..interlocks with time. ..puzzle.

We're perfectly willing to allow

that we don't know enough detail,

and so we Calculate the odds that the
thing will come this way or that way.

But here, what we're proposing, is it not,

is that there be probability all the way back
at the fundamental laws.

That in the fundamental laws of physics
there are odds.

Now, open your eyes.

Open them.

They are open.

Then why can't you see?

Because I can't remember.

You can't remember
because you are sleepwalking.

Our decisions are not
made with our thoughts

but with our memories.

It is as though one spot of your embryonic
essence has been magnetised...

and is dragging you into another orbit.

...is dragging you into another orbit.

...Is dragging you into another orbit. ..orbit.

...orbit. ..orbit.

...orbit.

I began to be aware
that the patterns inside me
were beginning to disconnect.

By patterns, I mean those cycles
or spirals of thought or behaviour

which I have been taught to call myself.

That deadly enemy of the life pulse.

And it descends upon me...

...the realisation...

...that |am not my emotions,

thoughts,

perceptions or beliefs.

I am not what I have done right or wrong...

His eyes are closed.

...-achieved or failed to achieve.

His eyes are closed.

I am not a conglomerate of voices of
instruction, education, doubt or derision.

His eyes are closed
because he doesn't want to look at me.

- But this 'I'... is simply space.
- He doesn't want to look at me.

- He doesn't want to look at me.
- And where the strands of energy cross...

...Is a dot.

- And this dot...
- I want to kill him.

- ...Is the delusion...
- I want to kill him.

...called my identity.

His eyes are closed

because he doesn't want to look at me.

He doesn't want to look at me.

I want to kill him.

I want to kill him.

His eyes are closed...
..because he doesn't want to look at me.

His eyes are closed...
..because he doesn't want to look at me.

...he doesn't want to look at me.

His eyes are closed
because he doesn't want to look at me.

- This is my anxiety
survival broadcast...
- ..he doesn't want to look at me.

-.Ensuring a past-future programming.
- ..he doesn't want to look at me.

My brain is recreating a
negative repeat pattern.

I want to kill him.

- This is my anxiety survival broadcast...
- I want to kill him.

...survival broadcast...

...broadcast... .. my
anxiety survival broadcast...

...broadcast...

My brain is recreating a
negative repeat pattern.

...repeat pattern.

...pattern. ..pattern.

My brain is recreating a negative repeat...

...repeat...

...repeat pattern.

..because you are sleepwalking.

Would she be committed in a crisis?

In a crisis?

Would she be committed in a crisis?

...you are sleepwalking.

Tell me about this woman...

...you are sleepwalking.

Would she be committed in a crisis?

It is now 20 years since
the execution of... -.in a crisis?

Tell me about this woman...
..you are sleepwalking.

Look into this mirror.

...because you are sleepwalking.
Tell me about this woman.

Look into this mirror.

...because you are sleepwalking.
Tell me about this woman.

Would she be committed in a crisis?

In a crisis.

...because you are sleepwalking...
..mirror.

Would she be committed in a crisis?
..this woman.

In a crisis.

Would she be committed in a crisis?
..because you are sleepwalking.

Would she be committed in a crisis?
..because you are sleepwalking. ..crisis?

Tell me about this woman.
You can't remember...

because you are sleepwalking.

Your organism can regulate itself.

And your ill-educated
censor must be retrained.

Life force cannot be controlled
by your little brain machine.

So, the radionic camera

and diagnostic instruments

have shown that blood retains,
photographically,

energy structures from the hosts
from which they have been removed.

There is a continuum
which links all living things together...

...so that the smallest cell does not pulsate

without its effect being felt

in the furthest reaches of the solar system.

So, everything being one
is not some romantic ideal...

but an indisputable scientific reality.

When this information
seeps into our consciousness,

it must change the moral
structure of society...

...and destroy the value system
of the rational world.

Is your broadcast
controlled by the network?

Listen to your programmes.

Observe how much they are automatic
or mechanical.

If your responses are out of your control,

then perhaps the whole world is.

Stop thinking about what you believe...

...and be aware of what energies
you are transmitting.

...really commands a
punctuated clock training

that started you running towards the future.

The future's a very real
place where you suffer.

Where you constantly hope,
with more effort,

you will arrive.

At each moment
of turning the corner,
I catch a glimpse of the eternal process.

But I am for ever a half a second too late.

...a half a second too late.

...too late. ..a half a second too late.

But we have penetrated an equation
that must move us towards the infinite.

And to 'Who am I?"...

...I reply, 'lam here.'

OK, would you visualise
this first item from the hierarchy?

Begin now.

And bring yourself back into the room.

Open your eyes slowly.

Try and retain that state.

Don't work at it.

Just let it stay.

It has been my whole life's will
to decode this puzzle,

as though, inside the
answer to this equation,

was the insurance of that peace of mind
that had eluded me.

But there is no puzzle.

And the mind is never peaceful.

And dawn's already here as the stars appear.

- Do you remember when...

Open your mind's eye
and see that scene very, very clearly.

See that scene clearly.

See what the people were wearing.

There aren't any people.

You're alone?