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point of view, there was the sense of a real
dialogue now between him and us, as though we were both synchronized. Yet this
wasn’t because the past was inflexible, and he was simply acting out a role he
knew “from history”. He was really as distant from us as ever. It was the
looming presence of himself in the
real world which cast its shadow on us, molded our thoughts and fitted our
questions to his responses; and we all realized this now, as though scales
fell from our eyes. We weren’t guessing or fishing in the dark any longer; we
were being dictated to by an overwhelming presence of which we were all
conscious—and which wasn’t locked up in the VSTM. The VSTM was Nazareth, the setting-off point; yet the who Je world
was also Bethlehem, womb of the embryonic God, his babyhood, childhood and
youth combined into one synchronous sequence by his all-know- ingness, with the
accent on his wonderful birth that filtered through into human consciousness
ever more saturatingly.) MY OTHER SELF HAS ACCESS TO ALL THE SCIENTIFIC
SPECULATIONS WHICH I HAVE GENERATED; AND ALREADY I HAVE THE SOLUTION OF THE
TIME EQUATIONS. I SHALL ARRIVE SOON & YOU SHALL BUILD MY VSTM & I SHALL
ENTER IT; YOU SHALL BUILD IT INSIDE AN EXACT REPLICA OF THIS LABORATORY,
SOUTHWEST SIDE. THERE IS SPACE THERE. (Indeed it had been planned to extend
the National Physical Laboratory that way, but the plans had never been taken
up, because of the skewing of all our research which the VSTM had brought
about.) WHEN I REACH MY TIME OF SETTING OUT, WHEN TIME REVERSES, THE
PROBABILITY OF THIS LABORATORY WILL VANISH, & THE OTHER WILL ALWAYS HAVE
BEEN THE TRUE LABORATORY THAT I AM IN, INSIDE THIS VSTM. THE WASTE LAND WHERE YOU BUILD, WILL NOW BE HERE. YOU CAN WITNESS THE
INVERSION: IT WILL BE MY FIRST PROBABILISTIC MIRACLE. THERE ARE
HYPERDIMENSIONAL REASONS FOR THE PROBABILISTIC INVERSION, AT THE INSTANT OF
TIME REVERSAL. BE WARNED NOT TO BE INSIDE THIS LABORATORY WHEN I SET OUT, WHEN
I CHANGE TRACKS, FOR THIS SEGMENT OF REALITY HERE WILL ALSO CHANGE TRACKS,
BECOMING IMPROBABLE, SQUEEZED OUT.
     
                 (Sign Twelve) I WAS BORN TO INCORPORATE YOU
IN MY BOSOM; TO UNITE YOU IN A WORLD MIND, IN THE PHASE SPACE OF GOD. THOUGH YOUR INDIVIDUAL SOULS PERSIST, WITHIN THE FUSION. BUT YOU
ARE NOT READY. YOU MUST BECOME READY IN 35 YEARS’ TIME BY FOLLOWING THE MENTAL
EXERCISES WHICH I SHALL DELIVER TO YOU, MY MEDITATIONS. IF I REMAINED WITH YOU
NOW, AS I GAIN STRENGTH, YOU WOULD LOSE YOUR SOULS. THEY WOULD BE SUCKED INTO
ME, INCOHERENTLY. BUT IF YOU GAIN STRENGTH, I CAN INCORPORATE YOU COHERENTLY
WITHOUT LOSING YOU. I LOVE YOU ALL, YOU ARE PRECIOUS TO ME, SO I EXILE MYSELF.
     
                 THEN I WILL COME AGAIN IN 2055. I SHALL
RISE FROM TIME, FROM THE USELESS HARROWING OF A LIMBO WHICH HOLDS NO SOULS
PRISONER, FOR YOU ARE ALL HERE, ON EARTH.
     
                 That
was the last sign. He sits reading again and listening to taped music. He is
radiant; glorious. We yearn to fall upon him and be within him.
                 We
hate and fear him too; but the Love washes over the Hate, losing it a mile
deep.
                 He
is gathering strength outside somewhere: in Wichita or Washington or Woodstock . He will come in a few weeks to reveal
himself to us. We all know it now.
                 And then? Could we kill him? Our minds would halt our hands.
As it is, we know that the sense of loss, the sheer bereavement of his
departure hindwards into time will all but tear our souls apart.
                 And yet. . . I WILL
COME AGAIN IN 2055, he has promised. And incorporate us, unite us, as
separate thinking souls—if we follow all his meditations; or else he will suck
us into him as dummies, as robots if we do not prepare ourselves. What then,
when God rises from the grave of time,
insane?            .
                 Surely
he knows that he will end his journey in madness! That