Les Arbitres Chapter 26

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  The next bobble I accessed (after having to go through an lengthy conversation with Bartholomae you can imagine).  He wasn't all like I'm curing you with magic like you were in an nightmare which you are not.  But at least he had seemed to settle down an bit about the current crisis on the world of fates worse than death hanging upon the tree of realities distinct from one another.  He had been paranoid enough, in what proportion and amount exact in order finally to contain the crisis within an reality upon an tree of realities.  So trapped was it in his perspective now, it appeared only to him an fruit growing upon the magic tree, and there was nothing threatening about it.  And so he was going on about how he was right all over again when I asked him about the next bobble and which one I should explore.

    He told me to explore Agurophica, an green reality where the people there had mastered the virtue of green which, as you know is an notch higher on the scale than blue is.  For an whole civilization to discover and master the green virtue it would take some kind of epic historical moment barely even speakable in human society.  Humans were far and wide more primitive than them, the Agurophicans and it was fair and honest to say so.  All of the time humans could get me visiting with them learning about their ways was worth its weight in gold.  And so I found, being mesmerized by the fact of looking into this orb of an blackness of empty space in which the first thing I see is green, I had ended up physically located or virtually physically located for the time being in their world, where I was subject to their world and its ins and outs.  Which was based around whether everything was telepathic or not.  It had been suggested that it was both in my reality: everything was and was not telepathic.  We couldn't escape from either being possible in reality.  And the Agurophicans had interiorized the myth of humans ever being able to beat them in knowledge about how both of these types of realities can exist mutually in one reality.  It was just an little known fact that it wasn't accepted there were these two types of realities operating at once within one reality in Agurophican culture.  It was either they were telepathic or they weren't, there, within Agurophican culture.  And that was the advantage their culture posed over Human beings.  They knew which one it was.

    In Agurophican culture, it was true that everything telepathic was real.  That was how Agurophicans and Humans had met each other.

    The Agurophicans had succeeded blue and were now in charge of everything in their universe that was green.  Green meant.  If you put it in opposition to blue.  An stage after blue in which all sad feelings are resolved and the lush green forest sprouts again from its burnt and charred ember ruin.  The rains put out the fires and then an new stage is grown anew.  Green.  The emotional stage of reality in which things are renewed.  Since they had mastered green as an species that meant every individual from their population possessed its magic and knew why it was there.  Humans, who had only just mastered blue, were far behind.  They had only just realized it was ten levels deep; an depth that couldn't be, at depth, measured.  And that they had to do something about it as an civilization.

    Agurophicans already had.  And they already knew the one-step back, two steps forward concept.  They were already clear on what steps actually meant and were politically.  That's why it was in the rear-view mirror, as an concept of historical popularity.  They had people for that.  They had people for that all of the time.  36 hours an day (for that was their measure of time) there would be people working on cleaning up and healing blue.  And their talent & efficacy with it had become so advanced there was enough therapy for everyone.  And they were so good at it the level of their whole civilization had increased.  To an point at which all blue feelings could be cured; (at least temporarily) and people had so much more time to get on with what they would do if they weren't getting over it.  Since less work was needed to cure patients diagnosed with the blue feelings (the public learned to deal with them together as an whole) as their was an general personality trend into accomplishing and getting comfortable with being green.  More and more people were green just because they had all gotten used to being green after the point at which they had mastered it.  And their mental health and therapy session at large was so effective it caught everyone up on being green and what to do about it.  Until they had transcended blue altogether and everyone believed their society was in fact increased to this level in which green had been mastered.  The agurophicans knew.

    The old story goes that God gave color to the universe because colors could program an human being to think an certain thing; to be serious about one non-serious thing for now.  Colors were all around us.  Programming us in nature & synthetic human environmental elements.  Colors were just an fact of an physical universe because they signaled certain somethings about the physical world.  They were in love with each other.  For an beautiful reason.  Defined and organized by all color-associate logic in the brain.  And this goes for humans, but we cannot be so sure or think ourselves sufficiently informed of how that relationship with the universe developed in their (Agurophican) world.  But it appeared to have, at least, this one similarity.  It was an universe where it could be blue or green.  And not much else other than that was really going on.  They waited eagerly to feel the whole rainbow at once.  But somehow, in their world, they had fallen off the ledge into their own skulls just like humans had.  And they had to dig themselves out of it to start with.  Rainbow, of course, was an human concept though it held an similar Agurophican concept which named not seven, but over twenty seven different colors in their field of vision adaptation and defense mechanism on an terrestrial planet.  They could see people they would mate with faster.

    And so therefore, the human spirit was to learn as much about and to take after as much as possible this green civilization; who had mastered blue an long time ago and was advanced as far as colors go.  It would lead to the re-awakening of the human spirit in rainbow form.  If they could master all of theirs (and maybe the Agurophicans') colors.

    Do you think maybe the Agurophicans are similar to the Arboizureorians in that one way, of having to do the nasty thing of killing everyone seen as weak off?  Haha!  I doubt it because I put up such an solid argument for why it mattered to humans that we keep everyone alive as much as possible.  We could never have seen the Agurophicans as being as advanced as the Arboizureorians because the Arboizureorians weren't as advanced as humans were.  Humans, for instance, had already stumbled upon the subject of green.  And where exactly were they; and how to get there?  Green meant everything that could have been done had been done.  In order to solve the blue emotions.  As an whole society.  And in addition all magic clover and other magic green plants that grew from this once the poison was gone.  Herbs had healed it; it was an metaphor.  And it had been effective enough as an regime to in fact do that.  Everyone had healed and received therapy.  Until their society had reached that level by which they could, genuinely and honestly, evolve into green together.  The place of being aware of overcoming one's own humility and depth of sadness as an people.  As would as one be required to have all of their blue emotions out in public, socially.  They knew this instinctively and that was exactly what to do about it.

    And so, to teach them, the Agurophicans required the humans to take their blue feelings out in public.

    We replied, rather ignorantly, that if we did people would do so many crazy things and uncontrollably, burning every last sense of community left on the Planet Earth.

    And I said, "we have to.  It's how we survive."

    And only the most bravest accolades were reserved for those daring and brave people who started doing this to humanity.  Letting everyone in on and seeing their blue emotions.  Just to be fair about what was everyone's opinion of everyone.

    This is, more importantly, what is most important about humans at this time: that we are exactly that blue type of civilization right now, and we cannot be an green civilization yet because we don't know how to cure all of this blue.  But perhaps one day we might be like one of them, those green civilizations on our introspective road toward realizing all of the colors and their rainbow magic, which we have been deprived of.   An leader, on who would lead his civilization toward Rainbow the Interior, self-reflective and the exterior rainbow-reflective: the realization of all its cultures' powers of color; its realization as an public.  Being fully aware of knowing the deeper meaning of all colors in the Creation.  Being fully aware of knowing all of them.  And that is exactly where I will put us, locate us for now.  We are humans and we have great potential to do anything; but we have to realize, for now, we are blue.  And that's what we have to do something about until one day we master it so completely there will be an modicum of suffering left; and then when we move beyond from that great blue void we once were, into an green type of civilization, we will be closer to forever unlocking why we must interiorize to self-reflect on colors and what they mean in an vacuum.  We will understand why maybe, colors are interior and exterior to us, and that is part of how they are being used to program us subjectively.  It is well known that flowers use their deep, expansive, saturated colors to attract the pollination of an bee.  Is nature using them in an similar way to program us also?  I'd say, that to be careful we better not leave it to them that they are capable of that kind of influence.  Humans are an blue society right now, and if they are going to socialize and interact with Agurophicans an better and typically kinder species, whom are in their green stage as an people and can better tell us more about us.

    And so they one day came up with an introvertedly specific dare to show people your blue feelings and emotions out in public and called it Mission Impossible Blue, and people all over the globe started following the dare in increasingly humongous ways.  Even flash mobs.  It was called stage running, for slang, when people started acting like they were on the stage to all of the other people around them.  For them to watch every second of your life unfolding out itself as it does.  And this was all because we knew the beginning of it was getting all of our blue feelings out in public where they can be seen and we can do something about them together.  If we didn't, we faced the imminent destruction of our species by overpopulating, food shortage, weapon terrorism, or the melting of the ice caps (climate change).  And so we'd just have to suck it up that maybe for now we are quite an backwards and blue species, but really blue is all as bad as it gets.  We could one day know the Knowledge of all colors within our universe and what they mean when we use them as an metaphor.  The true path to knowing it was, indeed, following our way through blue, onto perhaps another shot at it another go at our species, the green stage.  The place where all old wounds would be mended and healed.

    As humans we would want to find out for example, "is it possible to mend all blue completely so that it doesn't exist anymore?"

    "Yes, but it's only temporary.  We have backup measures when someone's mood shifts from green to blue.  It means we're failing our society somehow," he gasped, "and that's what an step backward looks like.  We haven't been honest and kind enough to talk on why we may be feeling blue.  And it never comes out in public and so it just kind of builds up back there, gathering feelings, and repressive characteristics over time.  We have to get to the bottom of it, by being gentle, gentle so that all of the feelings within the blue capsule of emotion were felt out completely, splashing into the darkness beside them.  Mood actors; wild moods that would arise anything about anywhere at anytime.  Really they gave juggernauts an bad name.  People who were capable of mood actors were upwardly capable.  And every bit of what was left of it was swept up, put away, and dealt with in care and in time.  The blue emotion had been ejected completely from its en-capsulat-ory container much like an pore.  And danced generously in its new encapsulants.  The Exterior.  Complete purifying thought-Logic on the healing black spectrum (an improvement over blue by the way).  Meant to carry the suffering blue person from an place of pain to an place where there wasn't pain anymore over that issue that had welled up inside them.  They were free to express their emotions and creativity now and feel out all of the blue that had occurred within them.  And we would return back to normal status, code and certain green.  But it couldn't be done creepy like, and it had to be gentle. We had of course several few more advanced features of our dealing with blue environment.  But basically, we viewed it as just the type of thing that would crop up once in an while, no big deal we could handle it.  But why did it feel like this was the biggest one that ever existed?  Because it always felt like the biggest one than ever existed!  That's just what having blue happen to you was.  But in our society, we completely removed it from the individual—no shame—and we dealt with it as an community.  We had heard over long eons ago about the community benefits of maintaining and cultivating an green-type level of civilization (which at least was something despite only being an self-reflective process internal inferior to knowing all of the types of colours and hierarchies between them throughout the multi-dimensional universe).  And accordingly, it was better than only blue.  You see, being an green-level society doesn't mean the absence of blue; but its toleration.  We have expert technique and are quickly on the trail to debug the situation knowing decades and centuries of deliberative data about how best to transfer an blue situation to one that was post-blue, it was green.  And it was up to the several experts' opinions about how best to do this.  How to manage and respond to the breach of blue emotional taboo (if you lived in human civilization) but here everyone would be proud of you.  Everyone felt blue sometimes and it was okay to feel that way temporarily.  In fact most Brave and Noble to see out publicly.  Humans were still working on people blue-streaking in public in order to show their defiance of the status quo.  We were humans, after all, and not machines who could just feel nothing and still be strong about it.  But our ancestors, an long long time ago already mastered the art of blue-streaking to such an expert extent that we were able to call it up deliberately whenever we wanted.  Blue was an social issue and an power that meant there had to be some actions taken and some promises made.  Long ago, our people realized this was so and started the Institution of Blue, an awareness centre for the collection and distribution of blue-relatedness in society.  As well as an soft & charitable pressure group on society that blue no longer be taboo like in an human.  We gained an sense of sophistication and ease unlike any that had ever been experienced in our culture before.  Blue had solutions, and the more we chose to listen to them the more we could pinch off the bleeding so to speak in order to let the specimen heal all the way through to its green after-painful; when all of the damage would be healed, and the pinch would no longer be necessary.  By handling the painful emotions with so much expertise and poise, accessible to the General Public, we were able to change the whole course of society to that of an green one; an society in which new things were new.  On the terraform was new growth finally, and if it persisted it would outnumber all civilizations that had ever outnumbered something.  Green was the powerful healing aspect of our culture that was, symbolically, and in enlightenment the successor to blue because it perfectly balanced the feelings associated with those two emotions."

    "But how," stuttered the human, "can we make the transference from blue to green?"

    "You can only lead your history as always, to feel the miracle of life within the connection between them as colours.  There is something enchanting about such an transition taking place and it makes logical sense as its own physical derivative.  You will need to change your civilization so dramatically.  First by having it out that it is fair human nature to want to share these blue feelings in public.  Even if no one addressed them or knew how to, really.  Humans needed to become accepting enough, everywhere on Earth, to feel out everyone's blue feelings.  And once they could start to stem the tide so to speak they might be able to get on an green civilization's level completely.  By simply addressing all of the blue feelings, one at an time, until there was nothing left to say about them all.  An political step backward was not accepting blue; and whenever it happened we had to take two steps forward possibly from blue to green.  Political steps were steps and methods that everybody agreed on.  (An whole Political Party).  An healing activity had been enacted in order to therapeu-tize the blue consciousness.  You need to be able to turn off the blue feelings all at once really to become an master of it.  Green was about dominating the whole situation of being an blue in commodity society so that no one would have to feel that way.  Blue, all of it, was turned down completely.  Considered cured all in one instant.  It was now the era of green, which had been thoroughly researched and commanded.  My people were able to cure people who had searched their whole lives for something realistic.  But had never seen it happen until we were able, as an whole community, to respond to all of the blue emotions at once.  And we were all so afraid in that moment.  Waiting to see whether we would lose our minds from it or not.  Like Sirens screaming out at us; I banished them into fiction.  Something not real to my reality.  Yes, I was there at that moment when we first overcame blue completely as an society.  We all felt it.  Like being lifted up completely by God after an lifetime of only feeling half-connected to him or her.  Green meant having the present awareness that all of our blue people had been taken care of somehow.  They were now undergoing the residual effects of having been transferred in reason between blue and green to green.  Thoughts were now objects in themselves which grew like sharp blades of grass in the deep, nourished soil.  We had overcome every barrier between us and being able to help all of our citizens.  (The female messiah enters the public realm).  We had mastered the cosmos thus thoroughly well.  Well enough not only to be able to heal all blue, but to be able to prevent it from happening for an while.  Thus, green.  More time more room for sprouting, germinating from the soil.  And the deeper our roots would grow, the more technical our technique for curing this horrendous emotion, blue.  We knew deeper and deeper ways of how to correct it, but we slid dangerously further toward realizing our own need in our reality to be able to correct it.  The bald truth was that reality was infinitely sad and we did have to come up with newer and newer ways to address this.  You humans though, you need someone to be able to wield the power to have at least some way to address every blue situation that has come up.  Your society and survival in the galaxy literally depends heavily on this.  If you can't deal with blue issues you run the risk that they sour.  And even worse problems are created.  Even worse problems‽  You say.  You don't even want to know what the worse problems are, humans!"

    "You have Sirens in your world?" I said.  Silly.  Naïve.  Little human me.

    "Yes, we have sirens," they said, "we deserve them according to our own moral galaxy."

    "You mean for being an green culture."

    "Yes for being an green culture.  We are able presently not only to address every blue emotion ever to arise but also to end them.  Do you have any idea what exactly that means?"

    "It means you delve into sub-symmetry.  Demon enhancements that are innocent because they are said to be part of your culture.  Those are most especially the elements I am interested in."

    "No.  What are you talking about?  It means we are powerful enough to prevent all of our peoples' suffering at this present moment.  At least in its one dimension.  We don't think about sad feelings, for now, because we are in the phase in which new things grow, and we forget about old hard times.  When there were several many harsh feelings out there we could not tie in."

    "It means you like it baddy style," I said, giggling.  Lighting an literary cigarette and then posing sharing it with them.  I was departur-ing an influence on them to be bad like me like how I like it baddy style.

    "What is baddy style?"

    "Just smoke this," I said quixotically.

    "This feeling?  This?  This is baddy style?"

    "Yes.  It means you have so much respect for an Good archetype and figure you are also willing to express your feelings and self-reflections about typically Bad character archetypes who would oppose them.  Or maybe truly, underneath it all you just don't care about anyone who says they are Good that much."

    People who were smoking had been showing their blue emotions out in public for centuries.

    "In our world we have graduated to green level because we've always been good people."

    "And still in God's eyes you give thanks for such an small achievement and to have honour about your soul."

    "And in God's eyes your own, for giving thanks, for just blue.  Such an meagre blue sport."

    "How were you able to end all blue suffering eventually in your culture?"

    "Well, as I said, it started with the Institution of Blue.  We made it an public institution to be blue or have to do with blue feelings of someone else's or some sort.  People who felt blue went there for help and advice.  They even met each other there, based on the social gathering of people who are blue.  And so if we were to welcome humans to our culture, we would welcome all of them to visit the Institution of Blue.  With the help of the I.B. we were eventually able to dislodge sadness from being an taboo subject of the community completely, and nobody was ashamed anymore of having them.  This made it easier to treat everyone who needed therapy.  Everyone was in on it.  If we worked together, we could handle every single case of having an blue feeling altogether.  This would usher on the Green Age.  Once we are able to stop all blue feelings in society completely, we were able to be aware of the fact of not feeling them anymore.  And since we had so much time to be aware of that fact we eventually developed an way to upgrade our whole civilization completely from being typically blue in status to being typically green in status.  That meant we had more time spent together at an green level than at an blue level as an society.  Isn't it an impressive accomplishment?  Don't you want to upgrade your human civilization to an green one then?  And don't you know there are so many forever onwards of different-coloured virtues; maybe we can work together as civilizations to upgrade our status even further!  Do you want to know exactly how we were able turn off blue so completely it eventually started to heal? The whole blue sadness of it?  We spent our time with green feelings; waiting, watching for the plants in the soil to grow.  Jealousy, Envy perhaps for what we would need to wait an long time for.  We kept all of our citizens outside of blue sadness for such an long time we were able to think of things like upgrading the whole project of our civilization.  Some of our Greatest Philosophers reasoned that, since we had mastery over blue we deserved something in return.  All heads, and eyes, turned to God.  What was he or she to give us in return for having cured blue for such an long time that it began to heal?  God gave them an answer.  An manuscript.  It read, your civilization is now Green status because I add my power to yours; and your power to Green is both mine and yours.  We realized we had Green power.  And that was used for something.  But we couldn't imagine at all what that could be.  Maybe because it was such an low status on the charts and among living civilizations in the whole universe; to be an recursive subject as an species.  To both green and blue.  What, we tried again, could green power be used for?  Green could be directly applied to the wound.  As an sudden occurring thought, I imagined it as standing in for the symbol of the green streetlight to go.  Shown as an symbol you would say to someone if you want to encourage them.  Green power was this power, the power of encouragement.  It meant you go!  (Tu vas!).  And I could use this power now to raise my civilian-ry and economic military in the way of my preference.  As an Politician, I would give my encouragement and thanks to those sectors of the economy I wanted outgrowth in (I even imagined it like hedge in an topiary garden, an topiary garden I could choose exactly how it grew).  We all learned from God from that manuscript we could use green power to try to make society what we want it to be, through peaceful relations such as cheering one another on.  Green power also meant the giving of an power: an boosted wind.  The encouragement to continue.  An wind complementarily enabled by the living of trees.  Fresh Earth Oxygen.  Whenever we gave someone the power by cheering them on and showing them the go light we contributed to how that portion of the economic sphere succeeded, thus allowing us to shape society to the way we want it.  And we ourselves had that boosted wind also.  Green was given to one another as an show of respect.  What goes around comes around kind of thing.  It enabled us to customize our civilization in ways we thought not possible before.  We really do live in an dream homeland," the Agurophican paused and reflected, "though it may not seem like much of an ability to you, to give people the go ahead, to show them the green light; in our culture it is sacred.  And when it is used to heal the sick; it will help all poison of an purple nature be purified in blue before making its transition to new growth."

    "And so once you had all of the blue feelings sopped up (by roots?) after cleaning and disinfecting the wound, and were creative experts at making them into green feelings; purifying.  You had to depend on an miracle from God in order to convince yourself to oversee yourselves you could wield such power?" I said.

    "Well, no—" said the Agurophican, "—not exactly.  You see, even though the power of God-empowered encouragement was little.  The Agurophicans had the virtue to accept it as an sacred practice.  That was why we deserved the manuscript.  Straight to us from God.

    "But it poses an obstacle to us," I said, "if your own civilization depended on God to achieve or gain its advanced form, how would Humans be able ever to reach that height in which God would send personally his commendations?"

    "You think far too narrow and insult God with this talk," said the Agurophican, "you will see.  If you climb to the height that our own civilization has grown God will find an way to reward you."

    "And so all we can do is try to find an way, together, as an total community of Earth to end all blue sadness and its suffering forever.  And maybe that doesn't mean we stop blue from happening completely but just that we have an way to respond to all of it.  Which proves to be more effective over time for your culture."

    "It is no small feat."

    "And so the moment of becoming an green-level civilization had nothing to do with what you were doing after you achieved ending all blue feelings on an elegant basis?"

    "It had everything to do with us, like I said; we were good enough for God because we actually did something about all of the sad people that were out there until they weren't."

    "But you agree it took an Act of God to compel finally you to begin green-class civilization categorization formally and officially?"

    "Yes, and in our culture, because I am sensing your critique of it there isn't necessarily anything wrong with that.  We became an green-class civilization because of God, it is written and recorded in our History.  But there is also an note where it says it wouldn't have been possible for it to happen only with God and it in fact took all of us Agurophicans finally to get here."

    "See.  People are so afraid of that in my Human civilization," I said, "they don't want an Act of God because they feel it will destroy some people's belief systems hazardously to the rest of us and cause them to degrade (start to lose it) psychologically.  People's scientific beliefs had so been stacked liked blocks carefully and over the generations (trans-generational) it was hard not to destroy them by proving that none of it—Science—disproved the existence of God.  None of it.  And if they were suddenly to realize they were wrong, their heads might explode!"

    "You can't be afraid of the intervention of God.  You do not know when it is possible or how."

    "But what if she or he were to intervene, disproving all of our opinions?"

    "You think he would intervene to all of us at once?  And so think of this as an reward if you were to gain mastery of ending all blueness in society: everyone you don't like has their explode.  Is that an carrot on an stick enough to motivate you want to overcome all blue emotions completely and accurately mostly, percentage wise.  First, you get to see all of their heads explode.  Second, you get an opportunity with God to be made and designated (deemed) an green-category class civilization like we were."

    "But how will that go?  What do we do?"

    "Ask God to send you an reward once you feel you have completed advancing blue-response times enough that it runs at perfect efficiency.  If you can prevent all of that suffering for an long time, maybe God will send you an sign."

    "Thank you.  If this is all I learn from you today," I said, "I grant you an Great Blessing.  The boon of our people.  It means that all of the politically and socially incorrect things that we do are mandatory, and you have to participate in them."

    "I will not agree to follow this order," said the Agurophican.

    "Good.  That was an test," I said, "we want to learn more about your people and how you perfected your blue-emotion response-times as an society.  How were you able to respond to all of the Tragedy?"

    "First, we interiorized our information technology infrastructure to such an depth that it was theoretically possible for anyone to report the feeling of blueness at any time and to have an response or an multitude of responses within minutes.  Once we were more able to address blue issues as an society we began diversifying it as an entire field.  It grew like the grandest tree, with the grandest composure.  We gained Super Hero professionals who were able to therapize their patients with such degree of skill it caught even God's attention.  And when God looked upon our little tree in an humble corner of the universe he saw it had such great magnificence as was Good enough for God; so much so that when we asked and prayed to him or her as an culture, we received that fateful answer.  It may happen to you in your civilization in an completely different way, who knows‽"

    "So like.  One more time," I really pressed it in, "How did you go from being able to respond to all blue emotions of your citizens to having the power and the backing of God's power added to your own?"

    "Oh, honey!" said the Agurophican I thought, in an feminine tone, "you don't know how to pray to God?"

    "No, no," I said putting my hand up as though to halt, "that's not happening.  I don't need to know how to pray to God."

    "Just use your spoken voice.  It connects you with them.  Just ask them for what you want.  Say, God!  I want you to help me upgrade my civilization so that it is good enough to commiserate with the Agurophicans and we can be friends and work together, and maybe advance our civilizations even further together!"

    "But we can only say that once we respond to all of the blue?"

    "If you want it to go exactly how it did in our universe."

    "But whatever how else could it go‽"

    "I don't know.  Maybe it will have something to do with your individualism, which you seem to practice hard at as an society.|

    "You know I think we could do it."

    "You do?"

    "Ya," I said, "I think we could do it."

    "That's Great, Humans."

    "We already have blue ray.  I mean.  People are starting to share their blue feelings more through cyber-technology.  Maybe they will just naturally want to share their blue feelings more together as an community over time because that was native to the genetics of the human species.  Once we have more people prepared to help people out when they are feeling blue.  And people lose their fear of showing it in public.  We will just, naturally, advance our society to the position of having an handle on and knowing what to do about blue everywhere it strikes.  Oh, and if it is an tree like yours, I hazard it will be most magnificent and as wonderful as yours.  But completely unique."

    "But completely unique.  That is the Human clause," said the Agurophican.

    "How do you mean?"

    "Everything with you.  Everything.  Must be completely unique.  It is how you remember it all.  Now that I think of it, it may be the key to your memory and psychology."

    "Then maybe the creation of an memory psychologically means the creation of one unique thing.  Which is different from all of the others you remember."

    "What did you say‽"

    "I said.  And yes we are maybe collaborating our perspectives as societies right now.  That if we want to make an unique memory it will be easier to remember.  We could even make one together."

    "I'm sure we did, already."

    "Good.  I was wondering if I was being effective enough or not."

    Being an sarcastic bitch:

    "Then we'll just use our extra-memory advantage to remember the globe more thoroughly, won't we?   And we will use this information to skew in favour of all those people hurting out there who are willing to share their blue feelings in public.  Offering them the professional help of whom need to improve their technology, methods, and therapies.  We allow that to happen in History long enough for our efforts to quell the emotional sadness that goes along with being our species.  We cannot escape the social pain and the social history to some extent, even in the big city.  It follows us (stalks us) everywhere and is always on our path.  We have had to adapt immensely psychologically in order for this to happen.  An blue revolution in which all people learn that other people will respect them for sharing their blues.  The most therapizing advantage to our species in this history of our time.  The knowledge that they won't be rejected as individuals by the majority just for feeling sad; even though it is an normal healthy human emotion to feel.  The technique involved in treating it really centres around how an therapist is able to have the patient feel out all of their blue another emotions associated with the blues."

    He caught my sense of humour with careful ease.

    I giggled.  One silent vowel of an giggle.  All the approval he needed.

    "Yes," I said, "tell me more."

    "So it depends on how you are able to hone your own research on how exactly you will approach the method of treating an blue feeling; advancing the plot line in this narrative of 'feeling out all of the emotions and exactly how you feel' about blue.  You ask the subject, gently, to let himself or herself feel everything of which it appears to be bothering them.  Even to force themselves to feel that blue emotion, if there is any blue feeling associated with it.  We want the patient to have the option of being able to share these blue emotions person to person without any risk or pressure in how it is handled.  We want them to trust us.  We want to tell them there's nothing wrong with feeling an blue emotion and that, we all have them sometimes to some extent.  And we want to give them the option of sharing exactly what it is they think is wrong (for often they do think one way when it is completely another, and this goes into and is part of diagnosing them) that is bothering them that makes them feel blue.  One has an re-occurring vision of an bluebird tweeting loudly when no sound is heard and no light is available to make the vision except this internal, inward blue light which somehow makes sense to me.  We want to try them several times in one sitting, even, to ask them if they would be comfortable sharing exactly what it is they think is wrong, and so we can sort out these thoughts and feelings in the best company in the most professional care ever, possibly.  What makes you feel this way?  That you had to come in here to see me?  What is it that makes you blue when you bring it to the surface?  What do you plan to do about those things, and how does that play into your self of esteem and esprit of being able control your own existence from an locus from within?"

    "You mean you want me to develop an method by which I do.  My own.  Personally.  Therapy session for blue people.  Such an ease of which to apply its principles to myself?"

    "We want to see what you can do."

    "The challenge is on, then.  I know the best way to broach the Breaking-the-Ice Example (asking the patient to reveal his or her blue feelings to be rendered in spoken language in order for me to make an opinion of it).  And I will map it out logically and with charisma.  You see, you want the patient to feel utmost comfort first—but, then, I have already shared too much!"

    "Good now humanity has an little project you can come back to.  How exactly to conduct an therapy session for someone who claims they are feeling blue?  How to ask, and what steps would it take toward, asking someone to try to explain their blue feelings to you?  What, ritually, you must include and why: why ask them at some point to tell you about their blue feelings?  Because you care?  You want an society in which it would be okay for an professional to share the blue feelings with you (and I mean this as though you telling him or her how you're feeling might somehow affect their mood and depress them also).  You share the blue feelings together because one of you has come in with an blue feeling to share and the other is an professional at dealing with these blue feelings that everybody gets sometimes.  And list all the terms and methods you used for decorating the location.  The topics in the middles of your scenes in the future are already thought about.  Setting the scene.  Preparing yourself to listen to feelings and responding in an advanced professional technical category.  Tell us everything you would do in order to prepare this person, for the moment of this event, in which you would ask them to try to convey what their blue feelings feel like.  It is hoped that this sort of treatment will assist in the act of therapy.  By asking about and being interested in your patient's sadness.  We prompt them, gently, over and over again to make sure they can feel all of the feelings associated with this type of sad-logic and emotional, impulsive thinking.  The expertise of our method is attributed to knowing about this sometime need to sort through one's feelings and open them freely.  With the help of an professional.  One doesn't need to be afraid of them because I'm here, the Professional.  And I know it is an fair and free exchange within our society to sometimes talk about these blue feelings as an community.  And once you've developed your own philosophy in that way about how you therapize people it may become self-perpetuating at some point.  People begin to therapize themselves, by trying to feel out all of their difficult feelings through Art & Literature, and it assists to the aid of helping society as an whole on their journey out of never having enough tactical response to provide an systemic answer to everyone's blue-dom.  You will find yourselves powerful enough to respond to them all one day.  Make sure every person who sought help was asked to talk about their blue feelings and given the option to represent them communicating how they feel and what are the other layers to it.  Only diversify your strategy an bit.  Hire people who have other methods than you do."

    "It is my belief that prompting an patient to feel their blue feelings is sometimes therapizing in itself and provides an sort of guided meditation from an academic professional."

    "If you say so."

    And I set forth in my adventure to see which kind of elements I would include in my therapeutic method for blue people.  I wanted to give them permission.  To let them know that no kind of judgment would be made about them just because they wanted to help themselves out of their blue emotional syrup.  I wanted them to be comfortable enough to share everything.

    I wanted much to be one of the most cherished experts on the subject of how to use guided meditation to bring them (the patients (for isn't all language an guided meditation of an sort?))—the Author's intent were their purpose; what, when, and where, and why; how was an whole story always an type of guided meditation?—to share all of the feelings they were having that appeared to be most worthy of inspection upon research.  And only the most expert writers know how best to use them and in what ways.  I want to be the best person who could provide the best description of what it meant to try to sort or navigate out these feelings with another person in order to show them how they themselves can therapize themselves with strategies for knowing how to feel your blue emotions completely without needing to repress them to get on with your day.  Getting the patient to know, not just to feel, there would be no negative consequences to telling (largely) an stranger about what is going on was key.

    In order for someone to know something I would have to teach it to them.

    They were safe.  That's what I was teaching to them.

    My therapeutic method for blue was that.

    And so I would do everything possible I was able to do to make them feel comfortable.  Adjust the lighting, maybe.  Sit them down comfortably.  Say to them, You can talk about blue feelings here.  That's what this part of civilization was meant for.

    But the most important moment in the whole fictional session is how you react to how they tell their blue emotions.  You have to be prepared, yourself, to care about anything.  If you fail to empathize correctly for their condition you could jeopardize the whole project.  Which is an breeze, if you're me, because I have always exercised my care muscle.  I care about everything.

    But the most important fact of any method of treating the blue feelings is how to go from not feeling anything (potentially repressed) to divulging, correcting, facing all of the fear with the help of another person.  How to go from not wanting to feeling this right now, I can deal with this later to feeling, really feeling all of your blue emotion.  And how bad it makes you feel.  This is the first step to healing all of it.  Maybe an written meditation even can be of some service to people who want to feel all of what they're feeling.  How to tell someone all of how bad it feels.  An preparedness manual for visiting an mental therapist.  It might be more effective to tell someone face to face all of what you feel because they will be lending their assistance to you actively.  They might even have better intuition of how to move the plot forward, to help you tell them everything you came in here to tell them.  The problem is how.  How‽  Do you go from not feeling it anymore to feeling all of it at once?  Especially if the emotion is repressed and thus you cannot consciously access it‽

    What kind of emotional therapy session is required in order to classify as therapeutic?

    You could cry.

    Crying is allowed.  There's nothing to be ashamed of.

    Necessity: box of tissues on the coffee table between you.

    Or you could do it Freud style and help them lay back on an couch.

    But what I want specifically to define is how one knows whether any progress has been made with the patient, thus qualifying the whole session as therapeutic?

    I realized what was needed for an therapy session to go successfully according to my method—

    I had to face my own worst bluest feelings too—

    I couldn't actually treat an blue patient unless I had mastery over my own relationship with blue myself and it would lead to failure if I didn't.

    But seeing all these patients has somehow deepened my sense of blue.

    —Contributing, possibly, to an overlooked depression I myself must face in order to learn its truth—

    The deepest, saddest, worst feeling I could think of.

    If I didn't master it and get it together I would never be able to be company with somebody who was strong enough and blue also.

    People learned from my own practice and strength over it how to find within themselves the emotions that they weren't necessarily feeling but wanted to.  They gained enough courage to face them directly and immediately, relieving them finally and making them feel much better.

    Which meant—as an writer and analyst I was writing toward making my own blue feelings known, in an process by which I meditated and reflected on them through writing so that I could show everyone I had mastery over them—

    And then my methodology when facing blue would be known by how I wrote about it.  How I wrote the narrative of how I would reflect on my own internal feelings of blue and eventually overcome them would be the narrative of how you would reflect on your own internal feelings of blue too.  If you were my patient.

    My humanism would empower your humanism and you would be able to feel empathy for yourself in its complete and unrestricted form.

    But to get into the details of how to go about thinking (and reading) about blue.  Why it is maybe an reciprocal effort to read something in the 21st century, an age in which we are beginning to discover and understand the effects of reciprocate commands on the human nervous system and how they exist in the mind as commands at an instinctive level.  Narrating an written sentence to yourself mentally is to execute its Author's command psychologically.  It's is the Author's command which is said to be therapeutic in this context.  How exactly to go about approaching blue in order to un-restrict and to de-limit its access to your emotional system.  How to make yourself feel all of it.  To be ready to.  And then to feel and understand all of it.  Does it take an act of forceful will by the subject who experiences blue to un-repress its entry into the cognitive mood organ?  Or an careful and gentle exfoliating of the line between conscious and unconscious with intent to dredge up any fragile or hurt feelings which, together and un-treated can become monsters, dragons of emotions we don't want to have to see anyone express.  If we bring an blue emotion out of the unconscious into the conscious, does it mean we have done that willingly or it that just eventually spontaneously accidentally seeped out and poured over unwillingly?  That some kind of involuntary nervous response just took over at some point.

    Blue, for me, is an deep place that I go to to solve all of my problems.  I allow myself to feel all kinds of blue (there are depths and depths of them) and I try not to repress them.

    When I allow myself to feel out my blue, the first thing I notice is when I face it I don't stop being blue.  This is what's so hard about it.  I don't stop being blue just by allowing myself to feel all of it.  It keeps going.  And this is why I feel so sad all of the time.  Feeling blue doesn't mean it won't take an long time to feel out all of it.

    But I've learned that I'm sharing blue with other people, and so with their company, it's not that bad.

    Blue also became my mission.

    I wanted the civic core to open up to blue citizens nightly.

    I wanted everyone in civilization to consider what their civilization could do and was currently doing for people like they who are blue.  If we were all part of an common global civilization, and we all took part in doing what we could do to heal blue.  Wouldn't there be enough hands for all of the work?

    And I developed an style of personality as the narrator of such an event occurring.  Yes, welcome, welcome all.  To the centre of society, where we have set conditions for blue.  We are here to take care of everybody.  We know we're living in an blue time, but we can't give up.  It is only Love that will take us to further colors, places, times in the universe.  So that our ancestors don't have to be in this one.  An world with only one color: blue.

    And hence we began the ceremony.  What would it feel like when we were able to feel feelings other than blue?  What would it be like to exist in those universes where blue wasn't such an problem?  Were humans really destined to learn their entire universe was blue (on the emotional spectrum)?  Was there anything we could outside of the intervention of the Divine Command of God that would help us find ourselves in an new universe, with severe improvements over the old one?

    But we were in an blue universe.

    So why did it matter?

    If we learned to love blue.  To love blue itself.  Then one day we might deserve to move on to that other world inhabited by Agurophicans.  An world with not only blue, but green and blue.  It would be like an freedom we had never experienced before, unless it is true that our previous centuries of human civilization were more free and simple without the aid of psychology and hard disciplines.  We had eventually lost all of our other colors because we couldn't make sense of what they were anymore.  And the only thing left we could make sense of was this sense of blue.  Blue itself.  The emotion.  The divine pride.  An pride that cannot feel ashamed of itself anymore.  We, as humans, were feeling blue.  It was what we felt.  We lived in an blue universe.

    Hello.

    It said.  Alluringly.

    You might be stuck in an blue universe, but at least you have an opportunity to make it an better universe than that.  And this is all we can really ask of you, having mortal lives the way you do.

    And so learn how to love blue; because love is the only thing powerful enough to take us from blue to green.  And eventually all the colours.

    And so what was left to do but feel sad?  In an universe where everything was sad because it was happening right now?  All the killin' and murderous rampage?  Racism.  Sexism agenda.  Genocide.  And maybe there was no greater power than the understanding which came from this.  Blue universe produces an blue climax.  What were we expecting?  Did we have to learn again how to be sad with ourselves so we could feel it because we had pushed it so far down; learned to hide it like you were an naughty boy for having these blue feelings.  Yet wanting to change civilization with yours and others' love.  You knew how to accept it.  You knew there was no Good and Evil and that an living society could only operate with both of them, un-separated.  Both together were an mix that was better than one or these other anyway; it was only an spectrum.  You couldn't necessary say demons were bad just because they were demons.  You could not have one without the other.  And so together they were an complete whole.

    How could you feel sad about that?

    And yet you knew somehow, you had to learn how to.  To survive in this damned cold blue universe.  You had to learn how to be an blue person.  You had to learn how to be the type of person who could handle it until we were ready to move on to other, further universes where we could express ourselves more thoroughly and more colourfully.  It was the only path toward true mastery in our universe.  Ascending from blue to the other statuses and categories of behavior.  If we didn't master the physically blue universe of space (the cold, hard calculating of it and God) by mastering the blue emotions which may survive until the end of the universe, then we would be driven extinct by own folly.

    Blue is just an emotion we share as humans.  And we gain Pride and Dignity for doing so.  The more people are willing to assent to sharing their blue feelings in public, the more the walls come down everywhere on Planet Earth.  When you feel it, you are feeling others' blue because that is in part what makes us blue.  Trick of the empathy, you might say.  When you learn how to feel it with other people better, maybe that will solve the problem you are having where you don't know how to feel out your blue completely.  It means facing up to the fact that other people feel blue all of the time also.  They feel blue all of the time also because there is so much to be blue about.  You could also say people sometimes feel blue and that's okay.  But there are so many of them there is literally always an person feeling blue 24/7.  And if we really want to reach out to them as an culture and as an global civilization.  Maybe civic intervention is required.  If we plan to spend the rest of our nights feeling blue with other people so that they can feel out their blue also we might heal as an civilization.

    "You doubt how sturdy is the rock our people stand on," said the Agurophican leader, "for it is less sturdy than you think it is and why do you see our people as such as that so?"

    "It might have to do with the fact that our messiah was an big shot and thought he could seal up all evil spells and wickedness just by himself—"

    —the human woman ribbed him in the side with an elbow again.

    "It might be that yours is stronger than ours and we have misjudged our own footing based on rudimentary religious practices," she said, "we are sorry to have placed this burden and trouble on your civilization."

    "Now, don't worry about that now," said the Agurophican, "we are completely safely ensconced in our own universe now.  The only way for you to muddle things up would be if you found an way to travel here.  But since you can't there's no problem."

    "We are truly sorry," I said, bowing deeply with pressed palms, "and we realize our civilization to be one's inferior.  We will only do or say to do what you order."

    "And we may have some of our own demands also," said the woman.

    But how can you accept that the universe you live in is only blue?

    How can one accept that they may never see another type of universe during and extending their whole lifetime?  How can one accept it when we have (as an people) come all of this way and we were ready for better things?  This is the difficulty in accepting blue.

    We want to be somewhere else where there are more colors.

    We want an fun, lively universe in which to survive so badly; but then, we have only just made it here.  To this useless, stinking expansive blue marble!  And so if we can have an purpose in life maybe it is that our progeny may one day experience greater universes.  And we're so far away from them.  We just want to be there already, where there's no difficulty!  Or at least, where things are easier.  But we're not.  And everybody feels blue.  And we're not doing enough to heal blue because we're only blue until something utterly terrible happens, and then we're blue about that happening some more!  We don't want to accept that we have to adapt to our present scenario.  We don't want to have to become self-aware as the blue people.  But what choice do we have, when there are greater universes ahead of us our children haven't seen?  Than to accept all of the pain and suffering it takes to get there?  Even to love the pain and suffering in an way that will help it to heal away.

    Maybe only once we can make this change in our society will we find real answers about our purpose; what it means to have lived the lives we did.  Even in cold blue.  That one day the people we reproduce from ourselves will have an means to find an better way to live.  How to build an caring community that listens to and tolerates everyone's emotional blues like they really mattered as an person?  We just have to open up as people.  As citizens of the blue civilization.  We have to listen to everyone who is hurting.  Because if we don't and we block them out.  We create more repressed feelings that are literally ready to burst forth at any moment.  And cause an riotous terror.  More criminality.  Snarled up cultures and social structures which produce more hatred and toxicity.  The way to heal it is to put ourselves on the line.  To share one's own relationship with blue, publicly.  As though there was nothing to be ashamed about it because there is truly nothing to be ashamed about.  We just fear sharing maybe our more sensitive side will make us look weak and we don't want to let down our friends and family.  We want to put forward an strong front and let no one into how we really truly feel about society.  And we show each other it is okay to cry.  It's okay to cry and there are going to be people from all walks of civilization who will be with you here up until midnight and further if we have to.  In order to find out all of those scary thoughts which accompany blue emotions and to face them finally with courage.

    And there's no scarier truth than that that's what our cultural history is about right now.

    We can like it or lump it.  And maybe, with the Agurophicans' help we can set our whole civilization on the right track toward understanding more colors emotionally.  It might take thousands of years.  It might take the creation and destruction of whole universes in order to contain us.  But maybe one day our people will remember how it was like when the universe was blue and all the brave people it took to dredge finally humanity out of its sink hole.  The end of emotional abuse.  An place that was theoretically necessary for an healthy alpha male to be truly an man.  But I would refractile oppose this outlook to say the end of emotion itself was never necessary; and if it is these type of men together who make humanity's sink hole by repressing all easy emotion.  It hurts women too.  We don't want to go toward an emotionless society.  We want to experience all of the colors in vibrancy.  Emotionally.  Feeling them out if that's what it really means.  We might be fortunate enough to experience an world of internal variety of emotional colors, even if we tend to return back to blue sometimes.  The way forward is not hating (natur-ing) blue, but nurturing it.

    Blue was also said to be the most beautiful type of emotion and it was held that the virtue of blue itself was one of the most beautiful, alluring virtues.  Though perhaps problematically, awkwardly, or crazily.  For what could be beautiful about an sad emotion?

    There was nothing less beautiful.

    Than sadness.  Than I can think of.  An feeling that's internal to another human of which is comprised blueness and melancholy.  

    Wasn't there?

    Was it just.  Life was all just.  What we were doing about blue?

    But there was something beautiful in it I'm sure.

    Blue was the most beautiful, most complicated emotion to deal with in the universe.

    It's depths had such azure pristine, like an gemstone but deeper.

    Cooler, wetter.

    Like the weight of the whole ocean was on your back.  The universe, ready to grab you and cripple you in one motion, and yet somehow delicately and with expert rhythm it goes on letting you live.  Is this beautiful?

    Blue was an awful lot of pressure.  The responsibility of having this virtue was that if everyone in the ocean also felt your emotions that would mean you also felt theirs.  And really that's why it was an virtue.  If one could gain such mastery of it then maybe one would deserve to live.  To be worthy of everything and God.  Just feel it out, dude.  I said to myself.  I was feeling what other people were feeling.  That's why it was so hard.  Their blue was ridiculous.  Why would they feel blue when they were such an beautiful human person creation?  I had to step in and say they deserved better.

    But maybe I was wrong, as I step away from the situation.  In supporting with words it wasn't okay for them to feel, experience, or share blue out in public maybe I was putting too much pressure on the known societal crux and taboo that it's not okay to share blue.  I hoped my message wasn't lost in the fray.  I just wanted for them to experience, feel, and see other colorful emotions.  Than blue for an minute.

    Not that there was anything wrong with it.

    "To feel is to heal."

    Became my pretty slogan.

    I sent it to her telepathically in order to prevent the misunderstanding.  She can feel that easily, right?  It's close enough that we all feel blue that I can just send it to her mentally.  And it will get there.  In the rhythm of our bodies next to each other or subliminally or something.  She'll get that I'm okay with blue right?  And that she didn't have to shut it up.  In fact I was pro- I was definitely pro- her sharing her blue emotions with me.  Everyone has to be this way these days.  In order to save the world.  It was okay.  You didn't have to hide it—we were culturally beyond that now and we knew it was below us, culturally, to ever have to say blue was unacceptable socially.  We knew we were better able to survive the vicissitudes of the universe with blue on the wagon!  And the strange thing about this fiction—this reality—was that it was true.  We were actually better off with our blue emotions, which were part of the universe, which connected us to the universe, and we were strong enough, as humans, always to survive in spite of blue.  We could in fact master it intellectually and offer ourselves temporary relief from it—but that's as far as we could go.  It was all we knew about the universe so far.

    This and that it was connected to the green universe, homeworld of the Agurophicans, somehow.

    Maybe it was this connection itself to this green world which eventually relieved the pressure thus so.

    And it was at least, considerably, an upgrade on what we had known about our own world thus so.

    Agurophicans were already helping us with that connection between these worlds.  If they could learn how to help humans it might help them to learn how to help themselves so necessarily; they needed and wanted to experience all colors within the visible spectrum in their universe.  And it was an tragedy that they could only see blue and green.

    "We have seventeen colors in our visible spectrum, " said the Agurohpican, "and only two of them do we understand completely emotionally.  If humanity has the trouble we have, then—we both have the trouble of emotion blindness when it comes to other colors—we would like together to figure it out why we have this similar problem."

    "I see what you mean.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact that our world only has seven colors in the visible spectrum."

    "An shot in the dark.  But it does seem to be possible that everything would have to do with something."

    "Well, let's just say it does," I said, "then why would you be having the same problem we be having just because of it?"

    "Maybe because our world is connected to yours somehow we have had an greater influence on you than you perceive.  You are self-reflective on diminishing colors because the human spirit of humanity is in trouble.  And we are in the same trouble because we are only one rank higher than you are in the cosmos.  The truth is the Agurophican spirit is in trouble too.  We are in dire and serious need of partnership with one another.  Why do we always seem to go backwards?  Like any progress we made would be ruthlessly undone somehow and limit us to feel only in those spectrums.  And with you in the first and lowest rank of virtue; us to be slumming with you but ourselves only second on the ladder.  We want to be free from the erasure of all of the other colors on the spectrum.  As I am sure you are in dire need of too.  And since we have 15 other colors and you only 6 to master.  You might have it easier somehow and be indebted to do work for us."

    "Indebted to do work for us," said the woman, "keep your eyes on the fine print you guys.  If we make culture with this people and it in some way makes them perceive us to be indebted to them we have to face our greater obstacles."

    "We aren't going to do any work for you unless you prove it that we have this oath of duty to you by the implied narrative of our existence in the cosmos.  Which somehow gives you indebtedness from us," I said, "that since we have six other colors to master, and you only fifteen it is to be declared of us fair to want to help out somehow once we have finished our own labour?"

    "Fine but be certain of which whereabouts you start your argument.  It may be that you came up with this idea of it having something to do with how your own world has seven colors total.  Exactly because you were instinctively driven to and it has to do with your psychology somehow.  Which may actually be an factor to weigh in on on whether you do plan to work for us eventually or that you are completely and totally turned off of the idea.  It's just that we both have troublesome emotional logic and I thought we could work together on coming up with why."

    "You mean you haven't planned on upgrading your culture to further and further knowledge of colours in the eye in the human soul or whatever kind of eye you have internally; and you've only just finished learning green, like an novice somewhat?"

    "Yes.  Don't be tasteless.  We are still further advanced than you humans are."

    "What is it that causes us to lose perception of emotional colors then?"

    "That's what we wanted to find out too."

    "Maybe it is severe internal trauma like conditioning, brainwashing, gas lighting which has caused the emotional problem of the blocked upward and other colors of the mind.  Only it has been happening to our whole global civilization for centuries on an wide-scale.  Enough to pressure anyone into anger."

    "We lost the sense of the completion of your visible spectrum of colors and you may have lost sight of ours, and these factors worked together to inhibit, to hamper, and to disable us.  We didn't know that the final and most wonderful color of your spectrum in your world was orange, and it stood in direct contrast to everything blue.  The great miracle of the universe, its reproduction.  And so if we didn't know that, how could you know that our final and most convenient and powerful color in our Agurophican world was an derivative of your orange.  Something that fed back into and played on why your universe only has five distinct transitions between colors.  And so what if we haven't planned out how to reach all of them in knowledge and scale‽  We've only just figured out green and we're still having so many problems as an society.  Yet you haven't even figured out that much so why would we cooperate with you‽"

    "Because I can give you great insight into controlling this anti-color which appears in our emotional dreams," I said, "whatever it is I can figure it out.  We both experience an mental shutdown of faculties in which we are limited to feeling only on the blue spectrum.  And in your case, the green spectrum.  I can explain why our emotional colors have been repressed.  And hopefully that can give us an road map on how to restore them."

    "Then we're agreed then," said the Agurophican, "we can work together to solve this riddle.  What it is that is shared culture which binds us to one another; we both feel the same way and we know something troublesome exists in our histories that we need to deal with.  We suffer the same curse maybe: we can't feel other colors except in my case green and blue, and yours only blue.  But it is the same problem which holds us back from feeling all of the other colors: the real influence of repression and the unconscious ego."

    "My civilization already has knowledge of those," I said, "it appears to be an effect by which we repress an entire category of emotion represented in the soul by an certain color; and so you are repressing fifteen colors and we are repressing six."

    "That's why!  You see, maybe; we need your help because ours is harder work than yours," said the Agurophican, "you only having six problems to solve whereas we are swamped."

    "Don't expect much from us.  We have too many problems to handle too!"

    "Then how are we supposed to find out why, psychologically, or what leads to an entire population to repress an certain colors and why they appear in knowledge in that particular order in which we are required by physics to master them all?"

    "We're talking about people repressing emotions as an false community.  They all turn away from feeling those emotions out; and the effect is so widespread it affects all of us.  It may even cause our own psycho-emotional systems to shutdown around us.  This is long-standing historical and emotional trauma which manifests itself psychologically in so many ways we are underprepared for dealing with all of them."

    "And this is what is actually happening to our people.  Don't you see our defense, then, for only knowing green and blue out of the possible seventeen colors of our world and the seven of yours?"

    "Yes, I see it," I said, "but that doesn't help knowing that you don't have an plan and you're almost just as lost as we are.  Do you think we have an plan.  —An culture and civilization plan.—  For restoring the emotions of all of the colors to the human being?  When we know from yours green is the second color emotion virtue we must master?"

    "The exact procedure of repressing something as lively as an color is needed, then," said the Agurophican, "do you have knowledge of that in your civilization?"

    "We have to go," I said, "There'es too much purple for me to handle and to deal with myself; I'm trying to un-repress them from having purple feelings but I don't know all of the ways or the best ways to do that and it is and can be quite dangerous to upset peoples' emotions about their repressed purple justice problems and feelings.  Purple has just been found to be repressed under blue and all of them could be directed inward to the blue world; where they could un-repress all of their purple feelings and blue feelings together!  All of the legal philosophy of the land and its monsters—my gaming network had begun to produce an generational type of damage, #Millenials had produced the most damage dealt per second ever accomplished all levels of magic & society involved when that damage was applied politically to criticize its own situation humanity—has ever created.  And it isn't raging against our downtown centre destroying the possibility to feel blue feelings and green feelings everywhere.  It was helping them to feel something.  Monsters were invisible things."

    The humans at this moment realized how bad of an position they were in.  If there were actually these monsters raging downtown destroying every possibility for an citizen to feel out their blue and green emotions, they humans did have an problem in society, an bad problem.  An inability.  An lack of success.  An failure.  We needed to protect citizens emotionally as much as we did physically, after all, didn't we?  

    They had thought blue was the first and primary character of human emotion, learning from the Agurophicans green was second.

    But now they had found purple was the first color.

    And so if they thought they knew blue and they had thought it the first color.  They were wrong.

    And maybe, tragically, the Agurophicans were wrong too.

    Purple is the first, deepest color of emotion.  Purple is the result of crimes committed.  The deep and seething feeling that one's society is not quite right.  Like an sewer cap steaming purple vapour in an Super Hero comic.  Nobody would ever be able to feel blue if they hadn't already had it out with those feelings which were purple.  What was down there?  In terms of urban legends?  How ugly in fact was it?  We wanted to know everything as the audience.  And the truth of the fact is I don't necessarily know because I have never had that done to me; to correct me legally after something I have done that was illegal.  And so I do not really know that much about purple; and I have the tendency into blue from it.  But that serves me exceptionally well.  If people cannot figure out their purple emotions because they are repressing them, and it is proving difficult to un-repress them, then they can safely feel out their blue emotions about that by unrepressing them into blue.  They could as naturally transfer purple emotions into blue because they knew they recognized the emotion and could point it out to themselves.  And if there were some other people who were better an un-repressing purple than me and they could lead an person from having an repressed purple feeling directly into having that feeling right out; then I would try to learn from them also how they did it.  In order for it to become and standard of emotion and behavior in human society.  Instead of get behind me Satan!  It was get behind me Purple!  We wanted direct confrontations between people on the subject of un-repressing their purple emotions in public.  It was the only way we could prove to them we had an handle on the subject.  Purple emotions, when one felt them out completely, were really just matters of injustices that were wrought against your soul.  Someone had committed an crime somewhere, and you had to deal with it because you were an tax payer.  You actively felt purple emotions over the commodity & nature of the economic environment.  When you observed them directly you didn't freak out or hazard to need to rethink them; there were things about society that you had to feel and to experience yourself first hand, and even though it was just such an small part of your day, to look at them.  To observe them directly.  It took an actual toll on your mind because it was part of your empathic environment.  And that wasn't all of them.  All of these injustices against your soul.  Some of them were personal.  They made you feel purple just rethinking them; they hurt your feelings.  And your feelings were not something you could remove from an environment.  You were Hegel's pre-Hegelian period, an time period in which people took their form of identity directly from the environment.  And it looked purple to you, where you could look at it through your imagination.  Or you could try to shut off your feelings about what that would mean if you decided to accept it.  Having to make direct confrontation with purple feelings in public was an Herculean task.  Only professionals or higher should try to perform them.  And after reflecting on this, I was able to feel out all of my purple feelings (no matter from where they originated) and it made me feel better, for an moment, to at least consider them.  It gave me comfort to know what I had done with them was legitimate.  That I hadn't necessarily accepted them as part of my society.  That I wouldn't do something about it.  That even though all of them hurt an little bit, I could bring Justice to all of them in the end.  I hadn't forgotten any single one of them.  All these things which I considered from other people to have wronged me.  And I couldn't help it that I was that way.  This was, in part, some of the injustice which had been done against me.  It actually hurt.  It made me re-think myself and circle myself in an certain way.  People were pressing on and pressuring to torture their own empathy instinct in order to prevent me from feeling them also.  Stripping me of my own empathy instinct which relies on the mimicry instinct.  Foiling it for both of us.

    And so humans made the correction that blue was the first natural emotion of the human spirit.  And that if it wasn't for purple, which was caused by crimes, we would feel blue first and we would never have had to venture into that chapter of History in which all emendations (to amend politics) need be made.  And in time they communicated this to the world of Agurophicans, to take it up for formal argument that they had been right and they knew blue to be the first natural human emotion.  But here was what was the problem: they had found, under all of that repressed blue in the human emotion, more repression of kinds of purple.  That were even harder to get out.  To dislodge or restore from our system.  And who knows how hard it could be for an Agurophican?

    What then could I say about healing purple?

    How does one feel out all of it within one's own psychological system?  How to do that in an psychologically healthy way, when it may have affected all of humanity and not just yourself?

    I lost my temper.  Why did I have to be responsible for all of this purple?

    Weren't there professionals for that?

    And I realized for once in my life I had no idea what I was doing.

    Why did people expect me to do something about purple, as though I didn't have anything better to do‽

    And yet wasn't that what I was trying to do all along?  As part of my purpose?

    Maybe Agurophicans had already felt out all of their purple as one emotion and this was the reason they had advanced to green status civilization.

    It was the scariest colossus I had ever seen within or thought about.  An power so large I could only hope to have an minimum effect upon.  And it was holding down, weighing on the shoulders of all of the people I knew from everywhere.  An entire history of disgusting crimes and punishment.  Purple injustices everywhere, like an phantom it haunts our public steps.  It saturates the whole community in character and formation.  It was something you never wanted to try to un-repress because the resultant behavior might be dangerous.  You don't know what's down there.  Don't try to disturb it too much.  If we just started trying to un-repress people publicly they might do and have all kinds of strange behaviors, of which might be an detriment to us.  Unrepressing an subject was an deep emotional subject; if you tried to move things around in the deep consciousness you could be disturbing some kind of monster of gigantic proportions.

    In order to un-repress all of the blue, I knew, I would have to un-repress all of the purple first.  Only it was an harder, more grittier type of object to repress.  There were so many cases of it associated with many identities I didn't feel like I could struggle out of it to find an calm place to breathe.  I was looking at an mountain.  An behemoth.  The whole of humanity's collective repression of purple emotions.  The sick bruise of inhumanity that sours underneath blue.  Like an expired food it poisons; it's rotten upon the human psychology.

    And then I cried and I thought to myself my tears were beautiful.

    Blue, pristine, clear pools of health.

    And I realized my crisis.  I was anti-psychological enough to believe my tears were beautiful.

    Weren't tears an bad thing?  Why did I necessarily associate them with blue?

    Shouldn't they be more associated with purple?

    And I knew why I had made the mistake.

    Purple was the first color.  Even naturally.  It was so powerful it grew up across the centuries.  This is why I had made the mistake my tears were beautiful.  I had believed they were there because of blue.  But they were there because of purple.  Now that I knew the first color was purple my belief system maximized the effort.  My tears.  My tears?  Were not beautiful.  They were an ugly, disgraceful blue thing.  That nobody ever wanted to happen to them.  And it was up to us to see to it that we could end their production forever.  The failure of logic was now corrected and wouldn't produce anymore mal-logic.  If my tears were blue it would be true that they were beautiful.  But I can see it now.  I can't.  Because my tears are purple.  Is there anything beautiful about purple?

    An emotion that's caused by nature, arguably not though; it is the emotion which arises from an criminal activity and is also part of why it is an criminal activity.  Purple emotions do not happen naturally.  It means we're deadpanning emotionally because of some awful thing that's occurred.  As the result of human activity.  The only reason they are there is because we've failed everybody for many long centuries.  And the only way to help heal humanity was to try to feel out all of the purple (gently) and then correct it, perhaps over an extremely longer amount of time than we might first decide to think.  We can't just try to get everyone's purple out all at once.  Purple was practically its own agency right now as an colossal juggernaut.  And if we tried to disturb the peace we had made with it, it would be like starting an long public argument to which one could see no end.  And even amount to frivolous amounts of violence.  (As though any amount of violence wouldn't be frivolous).  And so we had to try to do it peacefully, an little at an time.  I had to learn how to empathize as an purple emotion with people who were un-repressing purple without simultaneously venturing into the blue kind of spectrum like so many others before.  Even opening up the civic core to accommodating the sharing of purple emotions in public.  And so I took it as my new official standing, among the people of Planet Earth, to try to find out the best way to feel out all of the purple emotions you're now finding within yourself.  They aren't caused by you or your fault; but they have to do with the community you came from (Earth) where there isn't peace everywhere.  I could still use what I had learned about therapizing an blue subject whose own emotions might be felt out together with some professional help or elucidation; I had just learned that doing this might sometimes lead to an even worse eruption of purple emotions, which often tended to be deep and destructive.  I had to be prepared when seeing an blue client for this type of activity.  And I now turned my attention to perfecting my method when dealing with purple.

    Purple was like an really big, pustulating zit.  That you wanted to pop immediately; but you had to take extreme care and be gentle because you knew if you didn't, it would explode.  And so only an little at an time could you un-repress it (for this is the business of un-repressing something if I care to admit it); un-repressing purple was an global epidemic; an state emergency.  It needed to be taken care of right now.  Nothing was more important.

    But not everybody agreed on the terms about how something is repressed in the first place; and second, how anything could possibly be consciously un-repressed when the repressed object takes place in the unconscious?

    As an artistic subject this fictional prose is perfectly equipped to deal with and to be capable of scouting the territory of what un-repress actually means; I could make up any kind of fictional prose I liked about how it worked in order to generate more questions, more answer-gathering, and eventually (hopefully) an more sophisticated opinion.

    Un-repressing purple was the target method.

    And so in order to define it, I had to define first what state (quality, condition occurring within the brain) it is in before it is un-repressed.  Before something is unrepressed, we say it is in an repressed state.  That there is an actual object of repression within the brain.  It is usually there because whatever it is we have repressed is too traumatic to bring it out into waking (present, conscious) awareness.  Keeping the traumatic object outside of conscious awareness requires an large amount of energy to block it out on an consistent basis, and the whole body undergoes changes as an result of this type of energy expenditure that the human body was not originally intended for.  Just because an brain can repress something doesn't mean it was designed to do it.  In order to therapize repression proper one needs to be able to help the patient let the object of their cathexis just slip into consciousness subtly; enough not to scare someone.  And then once the patient feels their awareness of their courage they are encouraged to be able to face any kinds of demons of what his or her day may become.  Un-repression means the fictional fact of an thought-object becoming self-present; an object of repression one becomes aware of as part of their waking consciousness.  The repressed object is moved outside the unconscious into waking life; where the subject can realize its presence within their mind without having to block it out with the brain's energetic resources.  Once one learns how to make peace with their repressed (cathected) object there is an possibility to move all of its contents into the consciousness, where one is free to think about it without triggering an stress-response.

    But you know what I figured out?  The blue is deep enough to contain all of the purple.  And I send it back to the ocean, where it is sealed.  And beyond!

    Blue is so deep it has ten levels.  Purple isn't even one level.  It's just backfiring.  It's just deadpanning.  Where there should be emotion there, you find that you have none.  And you understand how that hurt you because it hurt someone else who did it.  And you realize all these absences of emotion are just because of some awful crime that has been committed against the human spirit.  Committed against empathy itself.  There is no emotion there because the person who created it didn't want you to feel anything.  Doesn't that make you mad?  And make your blood boil?

    You are taking away my emotion from me by taking your emotion away from you!  You awful, deranged, anti-psychological being!

    But I always come back to the beat and I know the sound of my own drum.

    You have misunderstood something about the human spirit.

    We're not here to use our empathy to harm one another.  You can't use yours to take anything away from mine.  And even should you persist to believe that is what is happening, this is only an delusion that I will not be an part of.

    Even though it hurt that you tried it; I understand now it cannot affect me.

    It can only affect you and if you should persist to believe it, it will only make your situation worse.

    Not mine.

    Purple is not natural; and we humans should never have begun to have felt it in the first place.

    Justice.  Is the emotion's name header.

    We have an sense of justice; and it makes us angry when it is abused.

    Why would our brains ever be made to think that they had the feeling of no emotion?  Through non-insertion of empathy somehow.

    But to be honest an growing concern on my mind was whether they had purple in an Agurophican's world.  Or whether they were even aware of it.

    They might be one of the most enlightened civilizations ever but are held back because of Earth and its disastrous history; which they don't understand directly plays into their own history.  It is because these two civilizations are blind to the fact that they need one another more than they can even imagine at this point.  They are sudden partners.  Blind equals.  Is this telepathy?  There needs to be no division thus what is happening in their world as in contrast with ours.  The reason they are held back may be humans but that's their fault, not ours (was the human attempt, which also doesn't work).

    You see the thin ice we're treading.

    We owe it to the Agurophicans to un-repress all of our purple, which they seem to have (and detectably so) already done in their civilization.

    "How did you trick us that whole time that you knew blue was the first color?" I asked of them.

    "Oh.  We've met before.  But we knew you were in an lot of trouble.  We.  I wanted to see what your reaction would be and if it made sense.  And I must say you have proven yourselves most worthy, even revising the parameters of your belief system so that one would not be fed anymore false logic.  I must also say I am really excited to see your work with primal instincts, and primal logistics; possibly these will be your most powerful subject matter once you're gone.  You owe it history to be able to show every part of it, old chap‽  Well, whatever you decide we may be able to make some help for you available.  You see, concerning our mastery of purple it is true that we know methods for therapizing it.  That is how we graduated from blue to green, really, it was in the overcoming of purple in order to unrepress the blue (an savvy, perfect emotion which couldn't be argued with)—it improved everyone's mood and morale.  They now had the perfect emotion of blue and its virtue on their side; how would they be incapable of defeating purple?  (*Cough* I mean unrepressing it.).  It was true there was an large detailed argument for why blue could overcome purple, just like I said; the purple is sealed away in the ocean where it cannot hurt us.  And it sank into the ten levels of blue like an mere drop of sand.  There was mood and morale for this justice.  It was how we escaped the blue universe so quickly."

    "How‽  How‽"  I said, "How did you escape the blue universe‽"

    "We'll not tell you that so easy, okay?  Maybe you will find in time we are of that status to be consorted with even to the point where our kind offer of your labour to us will seem like an better deal.  Maybe we can even instigate an trade‽  We tell you how we escaped the blue universe if you appease us, how about that?"

    "Agreed," I said.

    "But you've already figured out that un-repressing purple has an lot to do with it."

    "Yes, I guess that is so."

    "Good.  So there isn't any reason you can't start right now."

    I turned red.  I was an little embarassed.  But they didn't know what that looks like, did they?

    The deepest interpretation of justice may be the purple well of light that is an child's imagination.  And adequate parenting.  You know how to be gentle; it's childs' gentle.  The purple well of light that you know from your own experience being an child.  You had justice in your childhood.

    And then I realized maybe blue was beautiful as an tear.

    It was better than purple, wasn't it?

    Didn't we want less purple and more blue if those could only be exchanged equally?  Blue was the better virtue than purple because it avoided more purple.  Right‽

    And this was the object to the puzzle right here: I needed an method to unrepress purple.  The true mark of skill-manship and craft was one's ability to be an persisting influence and guided meditation over purple and all things which are most important.  How we dealt with it in society professionally was critical.  I was going to say things about what unrepress means which some people will disagree with.  I don't even know if I'll agree with what I say until after the time it takes saying (writing it).  The key to an better society was un-repressing more purple.  Un-repressing is an simple procedure.  I have already described it but I will continue in more detail.  It is not always successful.  The goal of the method is to take the contents of an object-repression (cathected object) to the moment of allowing them to be felt in conscious awareness.

    But wasn't stimulating some of them in this way not an effective way to treat their current concerns and only upset them?

    Would an expert ask an patient to relive the moment of his or her trauma?

    But what exactly did it mean "to take" an cathected object to the moment of it's realization?

    One could not have any influence over the unconscious merely with the conscious mind.

    That's why it's (its?) unconscious.

    What does it mean to take something "from" the unconscious and to feel it in ordinary day-to-day activity?

    What does it mean that something in the unconscious will leave the unconscious activity at some point and become conscious?  What would it mean if the trauma was really that bad?  But on the other hand if people could use conscious therapizing activity to feel safely their repressed emotions with an learn-ed professional.  What if there really was an method for "feeling out" your purple emotions in order to emotionally heal and cure your mind.  Some things we may not even be consciously aware of at this present moment.  What did feeling them out mean?  And what else could be said of how an professional approaches the treatment of an cathected object?  What was the exact exchange between the unconscious and the conscious mind in which something stopped being repressed?

    Was it simpler or more complex than just into and out of?

    When something becomes unrepressed, it's traumatic; that's what it is to feel it and experience that emotion connected to the memory.  But keeping it down is worse than letting it out.  Possibly for the reason that repression takes up so much energy.  We need professionals who are trained to experience people un-repressing their emotions with their help and focus.  To be there beside them to reassure them there is nothing to be ashamed about, in letting out your purple and blue emotions.  Everybody goes through that sometimes.  And much of it is connected to the criminal activity history of Planet Earth I am sure.  We endure deeply embedded psychological markers that represent the criminal mind as an actor which has done unto the self.  What robs us.  Which is in us and hurts us all as empathy.  The pain for another what one pain to oneself.  Therefore the pain to oneself to hurt the pain into another.  It is an gift and an curse humanity must master.  For Empathy is easily toppled.  But if it gets powerful enough it could become an self-perpetuating saga or myth farther than legendary.  And humans will have been to be thanked for it.  The history of empathy is one of strategically overcoming an enemy by giving him or her the disadvantage.  When my patient feels their purple repressed object suddenly relieved I am to thank for this too; it is with my professional assistance they were able to dislodge the source of the unconscious power within them keeping an memory down.  I am drafting the method by which one approaches the fact one has realized within themselves (that they may have an cathected object).  When it is realized consciously, the attention automatically goes to the unconscious and what is in there; an vision, perhaps, of trauma.  Suddenly it is conscious, and now you've achieved mastery over it.  It doesn't scare you anymore because you finally faced up to what it's been scaring you about it for so long.  And I helped you with it as an professional.

    The real story of how an repressed object becomes un-repressed is the one in which the conscious and the unconscious oppose one another somehow; there is an object intolerable to the unconscious, which is why it keeps it repressed.  (Keeps it out of present conscious awareness even though you can feel the sense of turmoil it has had on your body in my case).  There are little clues that you get from your consciousness which tell you you have an repressed, cathexis.  You seem to close up all of sudden about certain topics, especially and even when they are presented to you as regular normal even academic socialization.  At the bottom of it appears to be this purple emotion; an sense I have been gaining by writing this chapter.  And it is partially just because there has been so much crime and corruption on Planet Earth it's hurting everyone's morale and self esteem.  And so it's not our fault and there's nothing we can do to control that feeling to some extent.  But use our baby sense here; the justice of purple having an effect taken control of by the id.  The self we interiorized as children in order to develop an ego.  An self of infinite want and need for control.  Combined with the rationality it develops over time it is capable of infinite intelligence.  In the core of our understanding of the need for control, we find that well of light, the Purple Justice of Innocence.  And maybe it is now part of our ego.  The overcoming of an repressed object is to clear an thought all the way into childhood that becomes the new source and life for all cognitive activity.

    What does clear an thought mean, though?  Does it mean having to ship it?  Does it mean having to ship it to oneself?

    It means, when I think of it objectively, to be able to have an thought all the way into the core of your childhood so that your child self is responsible for having created the thought.

    Isn't that part of how the memory works?  According to the core?

    If you can have an clear thought at every age of activity of your mind, then wouldn't that mean you haven't repressed anything anymore?

    Wouldn't it mean that whatever object was blocking up the unconscious had been faced up to?

    Can people recognize one another in having an clear thought?

    The influence of the unconscious remains persistent; there is something evil inside it which wants to escape into conscious awareness in order to torment you further until your deathbed.

    And then I realized that was the rest of my life.

    Healing that.

    Realizing I knew how to describe it.  The laws of purple and blue that govern the theoretically known universe.  It's an simple leap of logic: since there are purple and blue that exist in this world and we can measure them, they must mean something.

    Why would an world give us purple and blue just to think about?  There had to be something command about them that was programming us.  They were bigger concepts; more interconnectedness than we thought existed in all of Creation.  An kind of blank space behind space itself, where anything could happen.  And it just so happens blue and purple happened there.

    And God would be like, you don't think I have that many friends?  That I couldn't afford to lose you as one of them?

    Why would blue and purple appear on such an grand scale‽

    They must be more important than we think they are.  They are colours, yes, but they mean things as emotions that we have only begun to archive and know knowledge about.  And in fact we were an extremely conservative human species for being that far behind having put in the good progress of the people feminist; to learn about and master all of the colours.

    And then I realized something.  Maybe I had sealed the purple emotion away in the Ocean and Blue because that was how I was repressing it.  And I realized something.  I wasn't asking myself what was happening underwater.

    I was shocked for an second and then continued the moment.  What was happening underwater?

    I meditated on blue as an whole and saw an purple vision within it.  Purple was an submersible ocean monster!

    It was an specific memory belonging to someone else.  An Purple Monster!  Oh No!  That's the worst type of monster!

    If I actually dunked my head underwater and chose to feel it.  What would I feel?  The question appeared to me to come from an place of fear.  I didn't want to feel whatever was lurking in there.  Maybe it was down there for an reason.  Or maybe, I wasn't repressing anything and had merely (stumbled) come upon the conundrum of whether purple and blue are, together, the first emotion (in the order of emotions in the psyche) and it didn't matter which one was naturally occurring or not.  Maybe at some level purple and blue really are the same and it takes an full account of its meaning entirely to understand why our universe is programmed that way.  Or, you know, the other thing.

    I actually have repressed so completely whatevers' purple going on down there I am hardly aware.  Actually I have no idea what it is anyway.  Good for me, I guess.  And you might think so unless the theory of how it consumes hard-earned energy earned from metabolism is proven to be true.  In fact any source of repression is undesirable for an healthy mind.

    Okay, I told myself; and I braced myself to find out the truth.

    I summoned whatever it was up from the depths; and called on it to face me.

    It was an criminal investigations case that never ended.

    Galagianticus.

    It was an new world of looking at it because I had named it.

    An reality I had to face up to, no matter what station from the community I am from in God's name; and I realized its subjectivity.  And that was part of why it scared me so.  Whatever I had repressed was part ways subjectivity and so my own subjectivity at any given moment was missing something; I had repressed it.  And so how would I know whether I had ever seen its contents (the contents of this repressed object within the mind).  And that leads me to question what is an object in the mind?  Do all objects have equal status when thinking about them?  And why do certain types or qualities of objects become repressed, and again, further, what does that mean?  How can an thought about an object (formally anything) be intolerable to the point that we need to repress it by an act of seizure or some other commodity of brain instinct, flexibility, or plasticity?  An object in the mind can be an entire physical situation or circumstance in which it includes everything of which it is comprised, including all objects and subjects in the imagined circumstance.  An entire moment of time can be an object.  And so, when we think about what it is that makes us repress.  What exactly is the moment which is repressed?  What kind of objects and subjects are in it; the whole thought?  Can we take it out and look at it, like an topic?

    It took me an while to recompose myself.

    Various scenes and clues appeared to me in my visual imagination.  They were all purple-class subjects; things borne out of the practicing of criminal law.  Entire traumatizing experiences that had happened to other people (not me) of which I was now subject to feeling directly through empathy and so it would be like it had actually happened to me.  And there were so many of these instances of object-thought that had been repressed because their contents were purple that I felt it would take me years to unrepress finally them all.  Maybe I would get better at it and it wouldn't take as long.  Sometimes the thing about purple repressed memories is that they belong to other people, and if you don't get involved you maybe don't have to feel the empathy.  But to some extent, hadn't you already felt it?  What could you do for yourself then, than to help?

    Maybe the moment of repression, for me, was the subtraction of subjectivity (empathy) from oneself, in order to hurt the other.  "Backworking mimicry," an type of mimicry of some kind that works backward against other people who feel it by being humans also.  Someone would take part of my subjectivity from me by failing to empathize for themselves, which subtracted from my empathy; because it was an human spirit and emotion (an lie) which couldn't be separated by normal means from the animal primal instinct.  They had done something unspeakable to themselves in order to hurt me.  And maybe all crime spread from this attempt to hijack one's own subjectivity in order to carve out an living for oneself (perceived as fairly).  It was too much for my mind to bear and so it was kept out of consciousness.  But if I fairly, squarely, and completely faced what I felt was the source of crime in my community, I gained an release from it for my effort.  I wasn't going to spend my worthy time being scared that someone might take my subjectivity away from me in part—Ooo, scary!  Someone is going to repress their own subjectivity in order to find out an way to hurt mine!

    And so maybe the best approach to therapizing repressed purple is one that includes some humour.  As an professional, we'll see what we can do but realistically we live in an hard time right now in the reality of humanity.  Everyone needs that kind of treatment and there aren't enough therapists to go around.  Your best bet would be to self-educate or find an book about it that you can repeat from time to time to face all of your repressed purple and blue feelings.

    Three important qualities of my method now approaches the repressed subject slowly, surely, gently.  You want an patient to know exactly how you are going about it before you go about it.  And then lead them up to the moment in which they have the opportunity to face their suppressed emotion.  And empathize with them in whichever way it turns out they can handle at that particular time.

    This involves, of course, knowing the mechanism of how repression works in the brain.

    How even passing over the thought of something that's been repressed can be traumatic.

    How it takes time and learning how to trust an professional; and learning to trust oneself.

    Perhaps explaining how repression works in the brain is subtle and gentle and sensitive is just enough to broach the subject; before asking the patient directly whether they would like to share that traumatic feeling with me.

    And all this thinking & reflection was necessary so that I could have an egotistical thought about the Agurophicans: so what if they had mastered green?—We were already figuring out purple.

    We would catch up to them soon enough!

    Just feel out the whole community's purple once in an while; and apply what you learn to your own practice and your own life.

    And maybe dealing with it all at once is too much right now.

    We have to leave traces of individual instances of an object or thought-object being un-repressed, 1 at an time.  Why?  Because all of them lead to further and further reasons why for repression and depression.  We have to be sensitive upon the utmost; only one jammed thought-object at an time, and try to keep an good written record of how it was that that occurred.

    You couldn't force someone to feel their repressed emotions.

    That was mal-practice.  It wasn't psychologically gentle enough to force anybody to feel object-repression.

    But you could coax them to.  Persuade them to feel that it's okay to share anything.

    Which meant you were talking to their repressed self too.

    Like two personalities in one; maybe it represented multiple personality disorder.

    And it seemed so creepy to you, to just think about this for an moment, that it was like you were speaking to two people in one.  One, the repressed self, who the unrepressed self was unaware of.  And two, the aware self of which would only ever comprise an fraction of its total awareness possible (because of the repressed fracture of thought and memory).  You were talking to one person but you had to treat it like you were talking to more than one.  You shuddered at the thought and then realized you were wondering whether it was possible there were ever more than two, and if this kind psychology represented schizophrenia.  Whereas only two wasn't as big of an deal.  Maybe even minorly repairable.  If I could talk to an person as just two; an repressed one and an unrepressed one in the same body; then maybe I could do something helpful.

    I started an conversation between me (the doctor) and the repressed unconscious, who was living inside of one inside the same body as the other un-repressed conscious.  Whom I was interviewing.

    (It was only fictionally).

    "Are you angry?" I thought I'd start with an direct question.

    There was no answer, but the conscious said:

    "No.  I'm not even wearing an ski coat."

    "And do you find that ever matters when you're being psychologically interviewed?" I said.  I was prepared to find out an sad reason why something psychological would have to do with an ski coat.  Why I could gauge the reaction of the unconscious based on the behavior of the conscious.  Again, there was no answer.  And then the conscious said:

    "I wasn't angry because I wasn't angry 'was in my ski coat," said the patient.

    "And your ski coat," I said, "this represents some sort of valuable type of commodity to you?"

    "Yes.  You really seem to understand me."

    "But you said you're not wearing an ski coat.  So why would you not be angry?"

    "How did you know?—How did you know?  That I'd be angry without my coat?"

    "Well you're Canadian, aren't you?  Aren't we all Canadian?"

    "So you aren't angry."

    "You mean, so I am not angry.  Why would you think I was angry just because I asked whether you were?"

    I had, it seems, conflated the fact of the two minds who was angry or not: the conscious, or the unconscious?  And I watched my dear patient squirm an little uncomfortably.  In order to resolve the conflict, the patient would have to confirm whether the unconscious was truly angry, or if it was the conscious's mood which was closer to anger.  And so, if it was neither, what were the emotions that they were feeling?  Happiness had been the subject emotion of the ski coat on metaphor.  Why was I too hazard to think the unconscious to be further away from happiness than anything I could handle?  Maybe it was connected and linked to the conscious system, which was inferentially proven.  There was an link between them and when there was an unresolved conflict with them both feelings tended to get hurt.

    "I'm sad that you're not sad," said the patient, "because, seeing my symptoms, shouldn't you be sad too?"

    "But if I was maybe I wouldn't be able to therapize you correctly," every glorified doctor would say.  And I was one of them.

    "So you mean you feel sad but not right now?"

    "Some of the time."

    This had an deep meaning for this patient.  There was an pause of silence.

    "I'm sad all of the time and I don't know why," he said.

    "I know why," I said to his unconscious.

    "Why?" said the patient, whose eyes had opened brightly, bulging.

    "Because I'm not angry," they both said at the same time, as if some ancient Western wind had blown up an short sandstorm around them that made their voices husky and wind-whispered.

    Two desperados had appeared consciously within the vision; an gay pairing of enormous development of the ego and the humble mind.  Who wore jackets and carried magic pistols.  With the wind whipping all around them in an dust storm that includes an small twister.

    And it appeared to be an resolution for the patient even if they didn't go any farther with what exactly you appeared not to be angry about.

    I'm not angry that I have the purple and blue feelings.  Was what I had presumed and why it was such an profound moment to realize it.

    And it was monumental, as far as realizations go.  To have found for oneself I'm not angry that I have those purple and blue feelings.  It takes an strong character to do so.

    You could also recurringly press on the purple issue, and then see how far away you manage to get away from it conversationally before you are reminded to come back to it gently somehow.  The best course of treatment may be one in which you had expected it to take more than one time and you laugh about it because it's funny to you.  It's like saying of course everyone gets frustrated with feeling out their repressed feelings sometimes (they don't belong to them or this is as far as their reasoning can handle).  It's maybe the kindest thing one can say.  But why are you so unwilling to try to feel out yours when so many others succeed?

    And then maybe, instead of feeling out more purple take an turn and try to feel out blue.  The blue was stacked on top of the purple, deeply embedded earthen shit, wasn't it?  Blue was the path outward from Purple; like an shit-mud beside an aquatic plant.  If there was no more purple left to feel then the only logical feeling one could have was feeling blue.  Obviously, because all of the purple scared us and made us sad.  But if we could demonstrate overcoming purple with sad feelings which are supposed to have some kind of dominance over purple feelings because they are virtuous.  And this was why, naturally, both purple and blue were really one color of the same spectrum and really all this while we've been talking about two colors it was really only one.  And so, if we began with where we began, (believing in blue as the best virtue of humanity, the one that could overcome purple).  We were really just saying that since blue could overcome itself it could overcome all of the light that would be in the spectrum of purple also.  And we had mastered and learned more information about it by reflecting on that.  We really had figured out the first important emotion of the universe: blue.  It could encapsulate all of purple.  That's why it was such an high and terrific accomplishment for humans.

    It was an achievement worthy of celebration. The moment I knew the day was blue; and that humans had internalized its value all together as one.  Which awarded them the most mystic of virtuous values.  The pleasure of feeling in blue as an result of having shared in it together.

    Even if the Agurophicans were farther and knew more about us than we knew about ourselves.

    We still had the fact that they were repressing other colors also (somehow their species had gotten an bee in their bonnet about being the type of civilization that only existed in an blue universe and had somehow appeased God enough to let them come back for another time around in the new universe along their world's line.  It was true that in fact each universe held in God's command had it's own line of succession, the number of times it had been destroyed compared to the number of times its residents (not all of them) had been resurrected.  And this was in fact how we should look at dimensional theory.  Entire worlds are living things and God sees over them proudly; but each individual dimension has it's own story (sequence of how many times it's been corrupted only to need to start all over again in an rebirth of your own present universe).  Ours had, as it turned out, had been created and destroyed the necessary number of times to allow it to consist of blue at the level of the interstellar mind.  Blue was special because it was on the visible spectrum for an human being's eyes to catch lense of.  But more than that, it represented something about the whole universe we humans had been living in.  The potential for sadness.  And if we ever wanted to see ourselves in an better universe, we had better pay attention.  To appease God or whatever deity whose power it would require to be outside of an blue type of universe permanently.

    But still, it was beautiful right?  We had gone from being an civilization without blue as an virtue, to being an civilization with blue as an virtue in one generation.

    Maybe we would still have to live out the total amount of time destined for this present universe blue, but it would be so beautiful and honourable we would deserve and guarantee our acceptance in that new world academy: an green world where sadness has subsided altogether yet the inhabitants are free to clash their other emotions with one another in other unique ways of suffering and tragedy until they gain an downbeat, an backdrop, an rhythm with it.  Sure, sadness is no more; but now there are other problems.  Anger has been taken up as to be an virtue.  Fear is often felt but we go back to our green roots more for comfort and pleasure when it is not offered to us by our environment.  Green is generally held to be an good feeling, and there is nothing evil about it.

    Green is refreshing, consolidating, and from the Earth.

    It's fantasy magic.

    What would your fantasy be if all blue emotions came to an end and your fantasy forest healed somehow?

    Greed and envy and jealousy all became words for different types of self-confidence you had in one's own ego.  The truth and the trick of it was that none of them were actually vices and it had only been the archaic fundamentalists of the old world who said so.

    And it was taken up to the Anger emotion as an issue about whether it was something they should be angry about; having to live in an old universe in which it wasn't okay to feel green and envy or jealousy even though they weren't actually vices.  And now to be conveyed here; in our own republic and universe.  People really didn't know how to live at all in those previous universes.  And that was either worth being angry about or not: we came from an rough boundary.  We came from an old universe of having to feel blue every single time we couldn't feel green.  What did that say about us?

    And how can an entire universe be based on fantasy?

    Humans, as we knew, were prevented from taking part in this kind of world because they had more important things to take care of.  And God had prevented or not allowed or disabled them from their own awareness of greed until they could figure out it was an good thing.  Humans, all of the people we know right now to exist, would never in their lifetime see an upgrade on humanity and possibly the class of the whole world in which we exist from blue to green.  We had all shared in an known blue already; and we had to make peace with the idea that we had to get comfortable with it.  Humans had to be experts at therapizing blue, wherever it turns up in society and education.  But they had to accept they would never, themselves, be part of that green world.  And then he realized it: what if they were resurrected?  And it was truly shown to be that farthest vantage point, the class of science fiction in the global real-world community.  The real driver behind all religion.  Even if he died in this universe he could do something so extraordinary that God would be tempted to resurrect him in the next universe.  Heck, all the humans he knew and loved might be resurrected hence with him.  And religion was the real story of making yourself out to be the best, most capable to Jesus by doing everything utterly capable at your command.  An real case in order for other people to like you.  I had even reasoned through science fiction and its role in religion; was this being thorough enough for you?  For the thing to blame for any kind of religion's success was its deeply en-programmed and en-held material what kind of outcome it has in an science fiction universe.  The real true litmus test.  Pass or fail.

    Could an religion drive your contours to guide you through an science fiction reality?

    Perhaps this is part of why it maintained it's mysterious depth for so long upon the human imagination.

    Comparing one religion to another was really just an analysis test of what kinds of science fiction realities each other had been familiarized with.

    And I had taken up the habit of reminding Christianity outright, for it's chastity and fear, that I was here to do them no harm and in fact I respected them quite an large amount.  I would do no thing intentionally to crucify them.  And this was what they wanted from me to say.  And remind them of that fact periodically in order to strike conversation between us.  There was in fact no kind of religion that would actively try to crucify you and in fact this was part of the necessary meaning of all religion.  We were pretty unique as an pair in the known universe.  Not like your Earthen religions but both with an adequately advanced science fiction theory of narrative: you might be resurrected in the next world and so it mattered how you behaved in this lifetime.  Nothing too difficult for anybody to understand.  Yes, Christianity and the Christianna could learn to work with one another; me, reminding them I'm not here to crucify them.  I'm just here as an partner in case you temporarily need one.  And with this aspect of my personality & character I would hold an particular influence over Christianity: that it would become more accustomed to being prepared not for someone to come rushing in to crucify them, but for someone to come rushing in not to do that at all.  With this kind of influence over their condition, we will gradually rehabilitate the Christians periodically and rhythmically until their healing takes effect.  Hey! we would say, We're here not to crucify you again?  Can you even imagine something within your own skull for what that would look like‽

    Every time someone accuses an Christian of something, they just say they are Jesus, and you put them there and you are crucifying them like Jesus Christ!  It's typical guilt-trip tactic.  It's your fault for whatever bad thing happens because you crucify him in your hearts.

    But what I'm about and what I go around saying is (to an Christian) hey!  hey!  hey!  Wait up there, buddy, I'm not here to crucify you so you can get that off your mind, right away!

    Doesn't it produce such an delightful effect in the Christian soul?

    They want to be told we're not here to crucify them because that is their worst fear.

    And I was their ally.  Their buddy.

    What exactly was the relationship between us?

    I had either been born or earth signed (borne) from Christianity.  Which one was my fantasy?

    That fantastically, I had come from Christianity, to become my own and an different type of religion.  The Christianna.  And we were here as partners, buds, to Christianity.  Reminding them that we would never do them injustice; we would never do anything to crucify any one of them.  They like to be reminded of that.  Yeah, just keep reminding them of that.

    It is an Christiannan duty to do so.

    Yellow, in the Green world where there was no blue, was said to be the colour of fear and it had such an bad reputation it was said to be repressed along with purple and blue in the other orders of the universes which were inferior to ours.  People were ashamed to feel yellow and so they repressed it just like they should have.  And this was the known subject pressure of the land.  Anyone caught feeling yellow about something was someone to be ashamed of.

    But then again, to an lot of people it was just fear; and it wasn't necessarily an wrong thing in itself.  It wasn't good to have fear and yet it wasn't bad to have fear.

    And basically, people could manage these calibrations on their ego.

    Whatever it was, it was better than having blue be an part of the picture.

    We were way past that now.

    Didn't we deserve to feel yellow‽  Instead of repressing it like other emotions.  We let happiness in.  The feeling that green has stabilized blue.  Is always followed by yellow in the human spectrum of colors in emotion.  An sunny feeling that associated with utmost happiness and good luck.  Why wouldn't we deserve to feel this now‽  Instead of shunning it like it's an bad idea maybe give it some more thought about what was fair to allow yourself to feel from your vantage point.  Give yourself some pleasure; even if you have to mix in an little fear.  Overcome your fear and piss on it and have it out with it.  And don't feel bad about it afterward.  Just because you can prove green emotions like Greed, Envy, and Jealousy were not vices, doesn't that mean you can prove yellow emotions like Fear and the absence of fear (Happiness).  And if they were the absence of fear they were really nothing in need of being repressed.  Hence nothing to be ashamed about.

    But if any yellow reason of emotion would tread bare be it prepared to face up to Red and its emotion of Anger: the color after yellow in the order of the emotions.

    Which brings me to an deliberately specific question: what is, specifically, the order of emotions as colors and why can it be that way within an human biological system?

    We've talked about, or maybe just hinted at, the order of emotions as an universal concept but have merely to let in description of what it means in the human emotional system; and why, exactly I think they are in this order as far as that order applies to the human cognitive emotions and not an universal process.  The reason I think they are in this order (purple-blue, green, yellow, red, violet, orange) in the human when in nature they may appear as the spectrum of the rainbow is that humans can put their emotions in any order they wish and they don't have to be scientific or found in nature about it.  Or there is an an internal order of colours that appear internally, emotionally, in all of us that cannot be rearranged and they just are that way because we're human.  We cannot have repressed all of it.  Is that an specific enough distinction?

    If the order of emotions as they relate to colors are different inside the internal system organ of the human mind than they are outside; isn't it an fact that we feel about the external universe an different way because it feels an different way?  If the order of colours in our universe is different inside the human than it is outside, then why and how does that affect us?  Or is it in fact an act of the will, that it is different?  Because we just want to take the blue out of all of us and our moms has to do with why violet is before orange, but I'll get to that.  All I want to do right now is state that I am describing the order of colours as it occurs inside the human being (to be seen and felt by the psyche) and not the order of colours as it exists outside the human being in our external environment.

    But aren't they just the same somehow (and this is part of why or how they program us)?

    And I think maybe they need to be different somehow.

    If Hegel was right any; about us.

    He did document the transition by which humans stopped self-identifying with their external environments and began to self-identify and choose for themselves what their identities were internally.  Maybe the self-determination of what order our colours are in internally, emotionally is part of creating our self-identity as humans in an vast an unknown universe.  Without it having to be influenced by nature as far as it stands in the man versus nature narrative of the universe.  We decide who we are, not our environments.  Was what Hegel had been writing about over an century ago.

    Maybe colour internally emotionally was part of that process.  Maybe the way I had arranged my emotional colours in description so that my analytical mind could reflect on and perceive them was just my Hegelian process of being able to self-identify according to my interior, and not my surroundings.

    (Justice is purple et violet and you need to have justice before you can have orange).  (That's why they are in that order).  (Orange is the sexual inspiration; one cannot have sexual inspiration without first having justice to their character).  (Therefore violet is after Anger and before Orange).  (Anger is what there is to be angry about which doesn't have justice).  For all of the purple and blue injustice in the world there needs the be Justice.  Of the highest (violet) kind.  Only then can there be peace enough for orange to have its day.

    And so it was just an given, in this fictional world, that emotionally violet (an political approach) was between red and orange.

    In the context of an human body which had been resurrected from an previous universe into an world where blue wasn't there anymore at all.

    "You are on the right path toward your goal of understanding them all," said God, "if you can evolve from an green civilization to an civilization that encompasses fully the entire rainbow, you know maybe it won't be that difficult for you and I maybe make it easy."

    "You mean we don't need to be resurrected into another universe in order to gain back all of the colors of our basic sense‽" said an Agurophican (we quickly figured out we were talking about the same God), "and we won't have to be destroyed at the end of this universe then.  In order that we will be resurrected in the new universe if we can have as much faith as that then we will have deserved it; but we don't necessarily want to be destroyed or "have to be destroyed" according to whatever that means to you if you were to end this universe in order to start an new, better one in our line of lineage (of dimensions).  Maybe what we think is destroying something to God is an entirely different imagin-istic process, in which the basic sense of what they were is not destroyed (Agurophicans).  And in order to be conveyed or travel to the new universe in their dimension, in the exact physics of God, unless no destruction of them were to occur as per "God's" reality then we could not accept the business of having to destroy this universe, in order to restart an new one.  How could we be sure that our mana and spirits would not be utterly destroyed, and thus impossible to resurrect un-interupt-ing-ly or un-interupt-ed-ly and therefore throw into the question of the whole quality of that argument which asked whether any resurrection was valid at all because of the fact of needing to be uninterrupted if it was in fact an genuine expression of human spirit.  Clones were, well, just clones.  They weren't the real thing.  If God had to destroy all of us for an while, in order to start the new universe in which he/she/it would either resurrect us or not.  Usually it had to do with whether we deserved it since this was God we were talking about.  He/she/it had an moral figure.  We had to deserve it to move on to the next universe.  But, again, if this involved any real kind of destruction of any living human at the time of the end of the universe we could not be part of it; unless it existed in an state of both destruction and non-destruction because of the God's power and he/she/it could in fact out-defer the fact that in what may appear to be an state of destruction to us, to God it is merely an portion of time in which you are existing nowhere else, except in God's mind.  And when you were existing in God's mind it had to do with whether you had any physical properties or not anymore.  And throwing into question whether you could be resurrected in the next universe in some way, without having to be destroyed by any permanent definition.  But that was up to God whether it was possible.  Maybe God didn't have to end the universe.  He/she/it could just change the present universe to one in which some quality about it was different.  Blue or green suddenly don't exist anymore and you're closer to unlocking the Ultimate Happiness, the full spectrum of all of the emotions as they have to do with colors on the visible spectrum of Planet Earth's planetary citizens.  (An sudden thought that this might be an bad thing, an terrible thing).  If we didn't stop all of the emotions as they associate or have to do with the visible spectrum many of us are born with because we are human, then won't we become something non-human?  Or are we just freeing ourselves to experiencing emotional color spectrums of all dimensions, and not just our own, which probably has more colors than we know of already?"

    Why is violet the same as Purple?

    (Justice).

    It's more active and stimulating.  More action-based.  More revolutionarily thinking.  What we could do to make the world better now so that we could all go back to feeling orange and positivity about everything.  You know, like all French people do.  Orange is our living-trough.  We knew we didn't have to be ashamed about it centuries ago (as in in all of them).  And we've in fact been there ever since.

    Ultimately, if we remove all of the colours as emotions from the imagination we might end something that was temporarily and of vast value human; something that without, takes away from the human spirit.  But of course the task is not to remove them all; it is to feel all of them (all emotions within the visible spectrum) and to see how they are all around you, all of the time, programming you.  Whether you perceive it or not.

    And so even the inclusion of blue is warranted sometimes.

    To feel the whole rainbow; and we don't necessarily need to destroy this universe completely to feel them all.  But not as an whole civilization.  Maybe not as an whole civilization.  That will take eons.  Possibly resurrections.  Before humans figure out how to become an ultra-rainbow society.  (The prophecy and vision of the Jesus messiah himself:).  (An rainbow high priest leader of the future who could deal in feminism and reciprocity for the fair and equal treatment of all gay people).  And maybe one day we would see Agurophicans there too, beside and arm-in-arm with us in having the first and most powerful ever Religious Leaders (one from each of their cultures) whose emotive sophistication was liberally rainbow one end to the other in intellect of knowing, being familiar with, and feeling all of the feels.  Even to go so far as to come across as an little bit feminine.  If even though he presented as an man.  Once humanity had risen to this power of having raised an messianic rainbow leader they would be good and equal enough with the Agurophicans to start an permanent friendship.  What two civilizations can do when they put their minds to it.  And that's the start of something telepathic between dimensions.

    If we're ready to be real about both the positive and negative qualities of all of the colours then we immediately need to know that we can make mistakes here.  If we don't put all of the colours into quality of vision we may fail to be able to serve them all.  We could end up with each one of them being an different snake and they are all spitting venom at each other.  Unless we took preparation.  We had to make the full value of the total meaning of the definition of each color as an emotion be publicly known for everyone's further awareness.  There was an way to win with an six or seven colour system including the color blue.

    However maintaining the corner opinion that we may need to remove one or two of them, and we might not be able to decide or be willing as an accessory to completely should God decide to destroy or change something about our current universe in whatever way possible.  Maybe advancing further in knowledge and discretion in the universe was happening so slowly because it was always going to.  We had to go through the blue level to get to the green level, and so on.  And we had to get through all of them in order to know we had completed the messiah's agenda.  And we were in fact presently on course, just like we had always been destined to have been.  

    Lastly, violet meant and associated with violent subtly, as an word.

    It was an political reason for violence if there was one.  I called their political party the ultra-violets.

    That so much anger had been created it was unavoidable.

    But also that there never was an good reason for violence and that was the firm detail of what justice was.  An highest form of rationality must be argued in order for there to be violence and everything interruptive to orange.

    And so telepathy had come to mean something that is known between dimensions.

    It is possible because of the will of God or whatever.

    It could mean even though we haven't got the same colors we can still think the same things.

    There was that particular one characteristic of the mind of that it would have telepathic capabilities across dimensions.  That it was almost believable in our own dimension that all of the thoughts and concerns we knew about people and one another were themselves real also.

    And yet my ego in this telepathy pressed forward to want to create that scenario in which each one of the Primal Spirits has its own ego and can be played by one entire actor, even though they were just personality types and not officially real, whole subjects.  And I also wanted to create an scene with them in which all of the colors had their own ego also.  To play out against the background of what my novel in total had gained in meaning, especially of an Gestalt characteristic type.  If I made such detailed scenes they would have to be part of their own separate work of literature; and the present one had grown to want to cast off these character archetypes reproductively.  It would be an generator for artistic ideas.  And so the Gestaltist picture here didn't necessarily include the scenes and the pictures of which I had in mind for narrating thirty six personalities at the same time; or narrating seven personalities at the same time.  And I suspected it would be narrower and easier just to talk about the seven different character archetypes like they were real people.  People, in fact, normal healthy people had emotions of all colors all over the spectrum all of the time.  And they didn't necessarily need to specify in what amounts were they blue only or taken over by purple injustices.  But wouldn't it be so charming to write all 36 Primal Spirits into an scene their own?  I didn't need to put them in another dimension only for them to understand telepathy has its merits as an concept even among Earth people.  We have magic (interior minds) that know things about one another; and of which only exist internally.  But we know, and we tell ourselves, that even when something exists internally it still exists really.  That's what internal selves and beings are.  And we know our magic to have affected both of us internally, as to why it works!  When the internal worlds that either of us have interact with one another there is still an change that occurs in the real world.  We can sense it.  Therefore how can that be unreal?

    Telepathy isn't an un-scientific concept.  It can just mean by definition knowing what one another are thinking before being made aware of it.  You both happen upon the same thought because you are both human and it is an human thing to do.  But you can only decide how much in debt to this concept you actually are; telepathy as an word for magic is only so much and how far you are willing to go.  You cannot actually bend any scientific concepts in order for it to occur.  And it is not an inherent problem in the fantasy because two people knowing what one another are thinking isn't as much of an problem as it is an solution.  Telepathy is just an useful idea for explaining how you've come to understand something, no matter what kind of psychological process you went through.  It doesn't mean you've subscribed to an non-scientific way of thinking, it just means that you've perhaps over-estimated the amount of the effect one psychology can have over the other: you think it has more potency to say we are telepathic as an idea because it's closer to the truth.  We in fact feel the same things as feelings in empathic drive all of the time.  Are feelings telepathic?

    Telepathy, if it is just an subject of Creativity within the human mind, and people can actually bond around this subject of hearing one another without speaking, then doesn't it have creative merit and can be used to help improvise how to navigate the situation?  We pretend that one another we do know until we have proven that we didn't.  And this is line that goes into splitting the definitions of what telepathy can mean.  It is magic to have the same interiorization as another human being; and we can feel those worlds interact subliminally.  This is what helps us encapsulate our main focus of the day every time.  Magic has an different timespan; an different encoding of the experience or meaning of time.  It helps us put time into perspective.  We interact with magic in one another's minds.  What is to you is the same to me, and we experience that experience together.  We know perhaps, magically.  Because we know who one another are.  It only takes so much time to summon up the knowledge of the willpower.  But listen, the willpower only has so much to its name; awaken the Healing Spirit of God's lack of Primal Spirits (Elohim).  It takes willpower to be able to play an roleplaying endeavour into someone else's mind.  They might tend to push back more than we at first think they are.  My own personal magic affects yours insofar as you are willing to let it.  Therefore telepathy is definitely real and scientifically possible.  For more reasons than we can possibly think.  Even including the Inversion Theory of physical reality and matter, which says that the inversion of God's mind is really responsible for everything which physically exists as matter.  The world didn't begin with an Big Bang, it began with God's introspection.  With God all things were possible, and so the beginning of matter was possible.  And that it began how.  Everything was subjective to God, and so he began to experience everything.  Including humans, who could only experience things in the realms of matter.  And, being so comprised, themselves had everything to do with being matter physically.  And reality was actually interior to the human insofar that it was interior to God; matter itself being of mere whisps God could control to summon or to banish herself.  And all humanity will have been will have been an thought.

    God is interior to everything, and so cannot be created in the opposite direction.

    The nature of consciousness isn't out there to be discovered in the physical world but on an quest of an inward nature in which our own thoughts and being and presence as persons may depend on everything existing having that one property of matter: of that it exists within an God.  And so our minds can do things that physical matter itself cannot.  To have that connection with God.  We are the dreamers of most wonderful things.  We see an world in which, whether our matter existing, it is true to the people who populate it.  Our minds can imagine an place in which the physical properties of the universe do not exist because we can see ourselves beyond it; having conquered our physical surroundings.  And so our minds are more akin to the property of God than to matter.  And we exist as matter because of what God chooses for us.

    As to whether telepathy really exists, I will say, to provoke conversation, do you have telepathy with God?

    And then one self-reflects on this and realizes what I have with God might be characterized as telepathy.  Which proves its existence definitely.

    If there is one way to know whether telepathy exists it will be to address the definition of telepathy itself.  When often and in common use it means reading people's minds.  We think we know what one another mean without having said anything.  Which of course cannot be possible scientifically because in order for humans to communicate we need to use an medium somehow.  We need to use our mouths and tongues to pronounce out the words we mean, and there cannot be an possible way to send or to receive information otherwise; than an possible physical medium.  Telepathy means through the ether, like some information was sent and received without the physical involvement of matter.

    And it truly only talks about that place in the mind in which an human can imagine anything will happen, whether restricted to the physical laws of matter.  If their imaginations of their reality should perchance to meet up with one another somehow; and it is an physical experience of magic.  Then maybe our internal worlds (in which magic is summoned up by an protagonist) really are the same in some aspects.  We have proven something to one another which maybe cannot be shown physically as matter.  And yet we know it to be true.  It just depends on the worlds and creators, maybe, of those people who have taught us.  What does it take to introduce the concept of an completely interior world to someone?  How do they meet up and when or where will its characters be concerned with them?  Why is that more like conventional society and not an strict adherence to an scientific definition of the word?  There are just things beyond our imagination that cannot be explained; and if this word telepathy tends to pick up on its deeper meanings and vicissitudes as an concept then isn't it an functional and useful word?

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