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Subject: Rebecca Falls Epiphany


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Date Posted: 16:18:14 04/17/03 Thu
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From the book:

Rebecca Falls Epiphany


We wish that benificent beings from Outer Space
     would land on Earth and bring us the Vision we need
     to save us from destroying the world.
We wish a spaceship would come from Outer Space
     and transport us to its planet's utopia
     where creatures exactly like us but enlightened
     or creatures very different from us but enlightened
          exist.
We wonder if some of the people we know
     aren't possibly from Outer Space,
Or complete strangers of unearthly beauty
     or great tender geniuses of love,
          poetry, music, dance, art—
     are they not emissaries from "out there"?
We wonder if possibly we are
     Outer Space Reconnaissance Consciousnesses
     programmed not to awake till now,
Cosmic Reconnaissance Renaissance Consciousnesses
     programmed not to awake till now.
What is my Mission on this planet?
What am I here for? What am I here for?
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Suddenly we realize WE ARE FROM OUTER SPACE!
     WE ARE CREATURES FROM OUTER SPACE!
     EARTH IS OUR PLANET IN OUTER SPACE!
We don't have to go in a spaceship from Earth to the Moon
     and take Mescaline and look back at our Earth
          or walk in space after smoking
          millions of joints
     to realize we're in Outer Space!
We are just as much in Outer Space
     wherever we are on this Planet
          as we'd be on our moon
     or any moon in our solar system
          or any solar system in this galaxy
     or any galaxy in this universe
          or any universe in the pastpresentfuture!
We are as much creatures from Outer Space
     as lifeforms anywhere in this galaxy
          or any galaxy!
There's nowhere in the Universe
     that is more in Outer Space
     than we are!
We live in the Universe!
It's not "out there."
It's not just something we see in movies
     to eerie music.
We don't have to read science fiction
     to make love voluptuous cricketsinging nights
          under all the stars.
Thank you Mescaline and Marijuana for helping us perceive
     the mystical miraculousness of every day and every second
     and all living forms of life and every climate
     and geology, the seasons, the natures of
          seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, touching,
          sleeping, dreaming, waking, laughing, loving,
     and the transformation of death!
Each of us should be as much an apparition as Bigfoot
     or LochNess Monster!
Each of us should be as much an apparition as the Being
     coming down the ramp of the spaceship
          from "out there."
How dear this Earth becomes then!
How sacred every wild place and creature
     that remains!
How insidious and lamentable the vast factory's pollution
     and overpopulation disaster more disastrous
     than all the dead in every human war!
How clear it becomes to us then
     that no one should have to be a slave!
That everyone should be a creative genius of tender love
     and loving creator of music or poetry,
          painting or dance,
     endless continued gentle passionate creations
          of human mind!
Behold the lilies, they neither spin nor sew!
Think of the whales! They don't punch timeclocks!
     They don't need Christ or Buddha
          to be enlightened.
Everyone's life should be devoted to enlightenment!
Everyone should be free to receive Visions of Mescaline
     in absolute wilderness solitude!
Ah, I feel the key, for me, to perceiving, entertaining,
     and embodying Infinite Space and Eternal Time's
          Ultimate Implications
      is to be found in the deepest solitude I can find
          in the non-human Manifestation of Cosmos
     in that realm called Wilderness Reality.
What does Contemporary Poetry Scene in America
     have to do with this?
Do I live in America?
Do people who are dead continue to argue
     whether there is life after death?
This is Heaven!
I don't have to die
     to be Immortal!
I don't have to die
     to be in Eternity!
To feel in this flash of existence
     in the Antler form
     the unending Amaze!
O Poets are Emissaries from Outer Space
     descending their spaceship ramps
     and their visionary message to Earth
          shall be heard around the world!

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