Movies are empathy machines that make us generate ninety minute feels for those we’d ordinarily cross over the other side of the street if we were to meet. Its quite strange, really. Even if you consider characters on shows that are imbued with a soul dysfunctional and moral compass a bit skew whiff they have legions of fans online speaking highly of them. Yet, if they met, they’d class the same person as abhorrent.
Fiction can present us with facts that would repel and make them seem attractive. I wonder, could fact do the same with fictions of its own that are impressed upon our awareness as the way it is? A black square with red, green and blue pixels that can evoke such strong sensations in your consciousness as you time travel to places that don’t exist but create convincing illusions. Isn’t that something? Walk with me for a minute:
What if just like we view them there are those outside this realm doing the selfsame thing as discarnate Witnesses? What if? Doesn’t that explain so well the sense of being stared at when alone in your apartment? That cold chill shivering at some invisible presence as you brush off a spiders web type feeling? The things cats observe and track as they walk through the ceiling and out of the floor as well as so many strange blips that we’ve been conditioned to not notice and pay even less attention. Me? I’m different. I’ve always been intrigued by what is beyond the envelope due to the adventures of lives previous to this which influence my current configuration. I wonder, do you?
Movies are empathy machines, as I said, and in that respect if we were to imagine these characters were not actors pretending but actual people suffering to create the primacy of imperience it might offer a hint into the thrills and spills that come with life itself. Do you see why I call it a Game that uses your Soul as a credit? In many respects I’ve had enough of it. They say you shouldn’t meet your heroes, well I would like to add on that once you know the tricks of the magician it all becomes a lot less impressive. Especially in the case of the grand illusion of the cosmos itself.
My, that does sound arrogant, does it not? The implications are that I equate my awareness with the grand thaumaturge that created this realm and am so intelligent that I pierced the veil whilst living and from this draw conclusions that leave me ever more disconnected from the 8 billion Souls rolling around this realm and far more in tune with the unfinite. In that respect you can say I simply interrupted my scheduled programming, except I didn’t in that respect as I am exactly what was intended and its all unfolding as expected. Once you click that reality itself scripted then you start looking at things different because the illusion of free will is the greatest trick.
See, children, way back when movies came on discs (and before that tapes and reels as well) which meant that you, the viewer who makes it all possible, were, in effect, grand and all powerful. Stop and think for a moment how you hold these lives, times, events on a shiny platter in your hand. The laser beam of your attention causes the cosmic hologram of their pantomime to spring into your awareness and thus you bring meaning to their suffering. Or other antics as there are many types of film. Its kind of trip, isn’t it? When looked at like this you realize the nature of the script because the feature presentation has been carefully framed, selected and edited. You can yell at your TV set as much as you wish, it won’t change a thing, as the scenes on the screen are a foregone conclusion. That is you right now, this moment.
A scary thought that can be hard to grip for those disconnected via the states of programming but one that becomes Self evident when you try and simply do nothing and find its next to impossible. That is quite interesting, isn’t it? Its akin to going against the grain of the projection and invoking a strong form of retrocoginition which not only edits the film but changes the entire process of pressing. This I am certain is possible because it all ultimately takes place inside our awareness ergo the greatest power of the artist is realizing they are the canvas upon which paint sticks to build its image. That in itself can be quite empowering. Or threatening, depending upon what you believe in. Some would say there is a vein of nihilism flowing through my pen as I push this topic and they’d be correct in their assumption as I’ve been staring at my own death recently and think about what has been, whats yet to be done and all the fun to come as well as the tears I have shed.
The hardest thing is to be entirely alone in this world and that happens when you think, live and exist in ways totally different to the rest as you march to the beat of a drum that they simply cannot imagine. Empathy is that sense of connection, the projection, the way we step into the shoes of another for a moment and do unto them as we’d have unto us in their situation. Amazing how movies can evoke this strong sentiment for ninety minutes and then people can go back to not caring less. In that respect they are akin to an emotional vent that provides a surrogate connection as the topics we enjoying ingesting often resonate to a lack within our depths which is handled via projection. This is easy to test for yourself:
Go and pick three of your best flicks and write down why that is this. Examine the traits and dreams of the characters within, especially the one you identify with or detest then turn to a friend, someone who knows you well and can see through your BS and ask if they can draw any links.
It can be quite an interesting imperiment. It may also fracture your relationship when what was hidden becomes obvious and thus undeniable. For a lot of people this is untenable as the vast majority of the populace is allergic to the authentic due to having spent a lifetime being conditioned into investing in illusions as they wrestle with projections they wish to believe are outside them. Thats part of the greatest trick ever pulled because once it clicks that you dis/like what is external based on what is within it brings an immense paradigm shift. Your entertainment choices offer a huge hint in that respect as they shine a false light into your shadow aspect. Pornography even moreso but thats another topic.
A black screen, some pixels of red, blue and green can move you tears, leave you as white as a sheet, aroused beyond belief or exceedingly happy. That is a huge power, whichever way you slice it and the fact that the three major religions of the moment on the planet are all linked by a black cube in some sense is a fact that brings more questions as we seek answers because if movies are a sense of time travel in that respect which allows us to step into contrived representations and situations of people that may or may not exist then one must ponder why the same hexagon spins on the axis of planet Saturn which itself is linked with the unfoldment of time and space via old religions, legends and myths.
Could this be the the portal of access for the Watchers of legend? Those who from heaven to Earth came, back in the days and taught primitive man things strange like not just how to kill and maim but also beautify themselves and weave fantastical tales. Has our reality been hijacked on the most fundamental level or was it always the second greatest trick of the devil in which he convinced you to sing his praises whilst he sewed division among the races?
And yet, movies are empathy machines which transcend all this. Since the advent of the net we’ve seen people witness tales from other cultures and be blown away by what they present as the breadth and depth of the story washes over their awareness. Divide, unify then divide again. All the more grist for Hamlets Mill in that respect and here I sit, stuck in the middle as the gears spin and I try and stitch together a coherent narrative which makes about as much sense as someone who lived in a totally flat realm attempting to describe the spherical to its inhabitants who simply do not have that frame of reference in their plane of existence.
How can one feel empathy for something they can’t even imagine?
Till we meet again
