Rawnsley David

SPEED by David Rawnsley It seems like only yesterday that I was checking those numbers on the Lotto Max. One correct, two correct, twelve (?), twenty four (??), oh!....no!....they were our numbers, our numbers!!! It started there; in that very moment – a one-way ticket to oblivion. Struck down by fate’s cruel humor, I was taken from a life cruising on “comfortable” and accelerated to hyper-speed. My every waking moment full of possibilities the likes of which I had never imagined possible. Would I like to have a fulltime driver for the car that I had yet to choose? Was the morning massage to be before breakfast and could the cook have the day off on Wednesday? Would I consider a donation to the “friends-of-G20 refugees”? Would I fund the appearance of Amit Goswami, self-styled Quantum Activist , in Cornwall this fall? The list was endless. Would I like an assistant to assist with the list of possibilities that were queuing up for my attention? It may well have been yesterday. My ability to discern time has been obliterated by this disease. All I know for sure is that I am racing headlong into a black-hole and there is no escape from that destiny. Who would have believed that numbers could do that to me? I now understand the expression “he’s got your number”, because “he” has certainly got mine. Seven numbers, oh for sure there is power in the number seven and that power is draining my energy by the moment. Try as I might, I cannot yet undo the winning and let myself free; I cannot go back and not win that prize. Possibly I am back to tomorrow but getting back further means changing gears and I am uncertain whether there is fuel enough in the tank. Of course it wasn’t always like that. I liked the celebrity status up front: “Mr. Green spent a comfortable night, he passed wind a couple of times around 4:30a.m., but he did not stir from a faultless sleep.” And I would read about my farts on the Internet and in the news rags. It was fun to be recognized by name: “You’re the one who won the big jackpot”; fun to hide behind false identities and appearances; fun to watch the paparazzi as they scrambled to get a picture of me picking my nose. But it all became too busy, too demanding, too damned fast, and it was about then that I realized I had “speed”. Now you may not have heard of “speed”. The fact is that most governments are keeping their knowledge of “speed” a top secret, or as I like to think; “something that if we told the masses might translate into anarchy”. Shortly after Heisenberg and Schrödinger discovered quantum mechanics, the theory that governs all science today, the world also discovered “speed”. Seems we operate in the left brain most of the time. The “ego” hangs out there. This is the person we think we are. We respond to stimuli in a predictable manner and we operate at 40 gigabytes a second. But the transcendental “me” that I think of when I am describing myself, the “real me” that hangs out in the right brain that only operates at 4 kilobytes per second – kilobytes! When we engage with the fact that the science of quantum mechanics dictates that all possibilities are possible, and we recognize the potential for the right brain of using the left brain’s power, then we are infected with “speed”. And once you’ve caught speed, once you understand how that little neural network change occurs, then you are accelerated somewhat abruptly to your finale and curtain call. Poof and he’s gone. It probably took me a couple of weeks to fully comprehend the situation. Early “speed” is very exciting, very youthful, very appealing, however it rapidly undermined any inbuilt constraints the mind might have towards acceleration. The ability to cope with a life that is suddenly occurring at breakneck speed is seen briefly as a great accomplishment and welcomed with open arms until it starts to get too much, starts to become unmanageable, overcomes speech, overcomes movement, overcomes thought itself, until all that is left is the shell of who you were as you pass peacefully across the threshold of life. That said, you know me, I wasn’t about to give up, accelerate myself to confusion without some sort of fight. And fight I did, and fight I am, or I wouldn’t be telling this story. Fought so hard to get back to tomorrow that I feel I have a lot of eyes on me; followers who could benefit from a way back; governments scared of the impact of knowledge; groups wanting to see the knowledge horizon lifted; a worldwide audience of interested readers. I found “speed” and I vowed to take it on. To be continued…I hop