Interviews: The Hyper-Real BUNRAKU's Josh Hartnett and Kevin McKidd Speak

Interviews: The Hyper-Real BUNRAKU's Josh Hartnett and Kevin McKidd Speak

The Kingdom (An Other story)

“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk

The Kingdom (An Other story)

Once upon a time, not so long ago, i build a T-antenna but not one according to the electrical manuals but one according to shamanic principles. I made eight hoops out of wood and tied them together. Every hoop was a dreamcatcher, the two in the mddle were the hub or heart of the antenna. on opposite sides another hoop, each holding two windhoops. In every hoop i made symbols that belonged in that certain compaspoint. From every hoop hung bunshes of crowfeathers. The antenna made it possible to be aware of everything in the world faster than anyone else in the world. The antenna was key and door to the universe. I found out much later that the idea of the T-antenna came out the electronics science. I read about it in the Montauk papers. The T-antenna is used to enhance and change awareness of people. I lived under it for three years with no ill effects. It helped me to program the ghost of my shell to embrace the transdimensional knowledge. That is the reason i can write about it at this moment. Even back then i wrote a lot, describing and sharing my exeperiences of The Kingdom, where all worlds converge. 

Maybe one day i will build another one.

An end.

On the inside, on the outside. (An Other Story)

On the inside, on the outside. (An Other Story)

Twent years ago or were it ten, can’t really remember that, reading comic books and ackowledged they were writing about us. They called those beings superheroes, heroes. All those i know live a life in the shadows, use their powers only in the dreaming, at home but never in the arena of the human world. Humans wouldn’t understand that there is not something as fantasy, everything is real, its just that not everyone can see it because it doesn’t fit in their world view. And soe we are all relegated to the sorcerers world, i never felt like a sorcerer, don’t really know what i should call my self. Would it be necessary to call my self anything to be functioning as i will in the world or the amalgamates of worlds the humans occupy. Not really one being just is and does what he or she can, when he or she wants or needs to…….that seems to be the whole mystery, if we like it or not, humans and Others. Secrets are best kept safe right under the noses of the nes you keep your secerts from and here they all are. Can you read behind the lines !? 

My life as an Other. (a story)

Great writers are indecent people
they live unfairly
saving the best part for paper. 

good human beings save the world
so that bastards like me can keep creating art,
become immortal.
if you read this after I am dead
it means I made it.

” Charles Bukowski

My life as an Other. (a story)

As a child i had an image of me as a sorcerer, it thought it to be a fantasy. But i became one, i know how i got here and not really with the help of Others. I thought i was alone as a child, now i know how alone i ‘really’ was a child. No one around me to talk to and now it does not matter anymore, the word has no meaning anymore. Sometimes i thought i had friens, thats the opeartive word, i thought i had friends, i never really had friends, Others only think about themsleves, just like humans. If those experiences could leave scars, i would be covered with scars like that. Now i am used to be alone, not thinking about friends or even companionship. I live my life and now even starting to fight to live life my way, Others can be very petty. i will murder an Other to make a point about living life my own way. Now everyday i am confronted with the pettiness of Others, even use weapons these days. I was a healer once, now i am only fighting to live life my way. 

An end.

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In a galaxy close, very close to home (An Other story)

In a galaxy close, very close to home (An Other story)

‘There should be a reference to something, anything’, he said and the Big hair said,’some have to deal with a past in the ghost and others only have emptyness in the ghost’.  Sharktooth nodded, Big hair had been in the game for more than twenty years so he should know. It is hard for the young ones noticing that their ghost is empty and they are still living like they have a ghost when they were still human. ‘At moment in time’ Big hair said,’Everyone becomes stupid and all knowing at the same time’.  ’Isn’t it fun to hit the baddy with his or her own shit and you are jsut sitting there’, Big hair was getting enthousiastic, smiling and eyes glazing over as of thinking of other times. Sharktooth was busy chewing on the words, it always took some time before the wisdom of acts could be seen or understood, although understood is the wrong word, nothing is understood, it can only been seen as possible, do-able and ultimately enjoyable. Suddenly Sharktooths eyes lighted up and he started smiling, ‘Soooooooh,………..it means i never have to use those magic spells ever again, just use the baddies own spellbook !’.  Big hair clapped in his hands,’You got it Sharkey, you never have to get your hands dirty ever again. Sharktooth stood up, stretched his arms out to the sky and screamed;’Thank you spirit, huyaaaaaaaah’. His scream echoed over the area, many people shaken form their daily slumber for a moment and then fell back in to it again.

An end. 

A stand, battle for life. (An other story)

A stand, battle for life. (An other story)

There i was on the battlefield, i had changed in to my panther form, towering eight feet high, my claws out. Opposite me, the enemy, alien interdimensional beasts taunting, leering. I roared and i screamed to them; ‘If you want me dead, do it, go ahead and do it’, i roared at them, i saw the soundwaves burst over the field and hit those monsters. The leering and taunting stopped, they showed surprise, bafflement, they fell silent. I head my hands ready, heard the roar in my throat rising up, ready to fight and slay as much of those beasts as i could before they would have me. Nothing, they drew back, left the field and i changed back to my normal human form, my claws still ready to rip those beasts from the darkness to shreds. The dark feelings of anger, dissipated, the shakes of anger and adrenalin slowly powered down. I was alone, had made my stand, would they appear again, would they dare to return. Deep inside me i hope they will, i can’t wait to show my true being and make my stand for the human race. Although humans are irritating and most times not very smart, i would fight for them any time. I rather have human stupidity around me than alien occupation. 

Enter the Mythical Zone. (An Other story)

Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.

Timothy Leary

Enter the Mythical Zone. (An Other story)

The Mythical Zone, the place where anything goes, all rules applicable to the human realm turn to dust, warring angels, leprecauns, fairies and humans, gods long forgotten but not dead, all living and well in the Mythical Zone. There is only one constant, an earth or planet where upon we walk but everything else changes, shows a new face, returns to its original form. Everything i already saw under the facade of what is called human society, it is returning to its true form. 

They say the 2012 threshold is being entered at this moment, a lot of strangeness will hit the human realm and anyone and everything in it. That is what they say, if they say that i am naturally sceptical, i only know about the strangeness, the great amount of anger, frustration and fear that seems to building up under the human realm, i wonder when it is going to blow. They say the signs have already been on the news, lets stay sceptical and just watch the direct wolrd around us, keep our circle of importance free of unwanted business. 

I feel the restlesness of the humans, the restlesness of that whole realm, it is under the cover of normal behaviour but it is there, falling back on the old rules and laws to keep the head above water, it is especially mental stuff brewing, reaching critical mass leading to…………………

An end.