Forming. Forming. And I thought the afterlife was for fulfilling. Try resurrection some time! I died. I came back. Who does that? I must be, yes, I am a God. Yes. Yes. Feel it. I was the formless spiritual and now I am the Allfather, Adam Kadmon, the heavenly man. Jesus Christ I’m a magician now, the magician of the beautiful! Oh yes, I am back. I was never an ordinary person. I lived the life esoteric, and look at me now! Get a glimpse of my elemental! Not so blurry today. This is the virgin birth, right here. In this space. At this time. Soul reinserted into body. I am God!
Wait, what just happened. Who are you? Why did everything just freeze in place? Why are you blue?
Krishna: I have stopped time. Listen to me, I will tell you the secret of life.
I already know the secret of life. I am the secret of life! Look at me. I’m back, baby. I’m here. I’m in a library talking Hamlet with a kid and an old new critic. And I am the only one here who knows the truth of the afterlife that the kid dances around.
Krishna: Those who are without faith in my teaching cannot attain me; they endlessly return to this world shuttling from death to death.
Ah, but that’s where you are wrong blue man, I haven’t been reincarnated. This is not your ordinary metempsychosis. You are looking at resurrection! This is altogether a different kettle of fish.
The Ondt: [Clipping the end of a cigar. Havana. A fine Romeo y Julieta] You smell like a kettle of fish, Æ, your Auric egg’s gone bad.
Krishna: That rotten egg smell is your sulfuric breath, Ondt. What are you doing here? How did you get into this moment? I stopped time, this is our now. Out, Ondt!
The Ondt: [making faces at himself in the window] Honey, this is my space. I can crawl into your now through spaces smaller than red globules of man’s blood and back out through Blake’s buttocks into eternity if I like. You hold to the now all you like, but it is the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Krishna: Fine. Æ, we shall proceed regardless. You have not become deathless; you have merely become manifest without a rebirth. You are most certainly not God or even a god. I am God! I am known by everyone as the many, the One; behind the faces of a million gods, they can see my face. I am the ritual and the worship, the medicine and the mantra, the butter burnt in the fire, and I am the flames that consume it.
The Ondt: [Taking the form of the Lord of Loaves] Got a light? And hey, don’t burn up all that butter.
You both need to cool it. Look, I used to think that the world’s revolutions were born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant’s heart on a hillside, from the people for whom the earth is a living mother. But I don’t think so anymore. The world’s revolutions are born from those of us who say this verily is that. I took my own fate by the balls. The point is I am the point. I have free will! I used to think that God is a stage manager in the theatre of the eternal, but I am beyond that now. I am God if I say I am God. What of it? You can be God too if you like. And look there, you see that person breathing all over us? That one who clicks instead of talks? And stares and stares, eyeballs moving here and now here and then over to here. There is God. God is a click in the street.
The Ondt: [Blowing smoke rings] The peatsmoke is going to his head.
Krishna: [Crossing his arms defensively. He is caught between the devil and the ocean of Theosophy] I know all beings who have passed, and all who live now, Æ, and all who are yet to be. In the face of the one who can see all temporalities, how can you be so distressingly shortsighted? How can you believe your will is free?
You guys can blow smoke up my ass all day if you like, I don’t care. I know what I know. Talk until you are blue in the face. I’m making plans.