THE BLUE BOOK
Rashalika�s secret book of shadows
Preface
This is not the blue book. The real Blue Book is a slim volume I wrote by hand in five different colours of ink before, during and after a hospital admission. Some sections of this book I found amusing, so I did at one stage form the plan of laboriously copying text from my notebook to the Infernal Writing Machine, that is to say PC. However, I soon gave up the whole notion. I decided it would be better to start copying the purple Kruger section, give up, try to improvise a bit more and then simply abandon it as an unfinished document. In this way I could have a document in my computer system called the Blue Book which was not the blue book and never would be. Others could be fooled but I would know the difference. To me the real Blue Book would be the handwritten one which, come to think of it, is not worth copying. About half of the book is actually comprehensible and I tend to repeat my key phrases too often. In one way it should be a good idea to use this scrappy handwritten book as the basis for an edited version, hence the idea of starting this book. (1)
But I rarely finish what I begin. I rarely follow a plan through to completion without changes or abandonment. If I do it�s because I�m really planning something else or the book takes over. It is Christmas night 2004. I just finished reading the blue book, and the only thing for sure in my mind is that whatever I write here it will be nothing like that. (2)
Since I cannot arrange five colours I will signal character changes via different fonts. I will not be consistent and the result will make little sense, so there�s no point providing a useful key. My preferred style is to produce writing that is difficult to read and fully understand, text which strikes most people as too hard and unrewarding to bother with. I have done my best. You be the judge. (3)
EXACT TRANSCRIPTION OF THE PURPLE TEXT IN THE BLUE BOOK (4)
Times New Roman = purple. (5)
1:26 the next train to Adelaide. My name is Harold Anton Kruger. I found this book within Beth -the house. 1:18. This is a hijacked book. 12 minutes to write. It may become to unbecome what it was. It was a secret book of shadows to some high-up dood in the Cult. In fact there are no facts. There is a black pen in a dull green bag. If I write��I mean if I write with that black pen�.
The white cat looks thin yet large. It used to be big, fluffy and small. The large average king cat Raja is gone.
The book she wait and to wait in Beth for those scrambled jottings he half forgets to mention were claimed for Rashalika�s secret book of shadows. Eye don�t see why even the words were wanting train waiting twisting hope past meaning in the heat of a deserted station. I found this book in the house called Beth. (6)
Due to changes he never exactly went back home. I will do that in his place. I have use of this fairly long three section name, it sounds official and the authorities will back me up and say that it is the same me. As if. This is the strange knowledge, just from experimenting foolishly with identity. The truth is that I am not me at all. (7)
To be like really sure I could use that black pen, but that�s no short order. Now I have the use of ID, a house, even a white friendly cat that croaks at me. They call it a hot day. They call this a bus. My writing would be scrappy. My plan is to hijack this book and use it to get through hospital time in order to reach the house again. Can it be done? I am unsure. I�ve never heard of it being done before. (8)
There is muzak on the 61 something to Glen Osmond rd. What are secret shadows anyway? I felt bad to enter the house and get this book. There�s no dates or numbers here. Let�s watch road back to hospital. In case; just. Justice. Gosh, in the hot seat of bus-stop 13. He missed the Glenside stop and to be nice the driver will take him on return. I�m so busy writing. So diligent. So mad. (9)
His writing called purple. I was the Harold Anton. Almost anything else was possible. Let me look. Musical opinions, nothing in a box of papers, curious names on envelopes. Now the now is the now. He wait. It�s good to be in the house home, just be there. I don�t relate to the objects - all in a sense of half-cleaning transition. (10)
From here I just improvise and make up a bit of blue book material. I can�t be bothered transcribing at the moment. Any scribe could do a similar task, though my edit will be more authentic. How�s this? It seems to take us out of book context, but I am a blue pen. A biro, in fact. I love writing even if it sort of you knows around vaguely and pauses. What? The blue pen came to me by magical out of hospital means. I was writing in the red book and then in the black book again and then it was Thus um Thursday, I�m home in what you may call my living room and I call control room on Dalerth. I�ve gazed at the cute little bong. What a nice thing to do to me, little shiny black one. So round, globish and spherical.
(11)
I found amid the several bags one of green canvas. Within is this blue book and a dead purple pen. In my other bag is a blue hospital biro. I am the biro and my name is Vincent. I came out and began to write after the purple Kruger came to an unwitting end. In a handwritten blue book it would not even be unwitting, the pen mentioning blood loss and running out of ink just moments before it happened. Rest assured I edit all the freaky jink material out in this fake blue book. You be the Judge. (12)
After that the Blue Book becomes highly pedantic and boring, anyone could fill it in better. There are so many documents I could be writing on now, you realise, so times are scarce. (13)
This is the red pen of Rashalika
speakwriting to you from beyond the grave.
Billowing draperies
at the four watchtowers
of cardinal direction;
purple blue white and gold
Three candles
Three candles light them
Three candles light them
One candle light it
Unwrap the small mirror of Myron
Manipulate the small sacred objects
within the flame triangles.
Improvised middle eight
Blow out the candles (14)
So much for Vincent and his blue pen
He will lie where I only cheat
Since the Kruger found it so hard to scribe
With a black pen, and if you knew how many green pens
Three of them waiting like vultures to write in the Blue Book.
(15)
Book Antiqua is my font since I am a green pen pretending to be a black biro. One is Myron and the other one is Kruger. Some pens lie about their colour in expectation of portal transportation into hard copies of font-differentiated black. If Kruger is black Myron could more easily lie by projecting his truth by hypnosis into the future. You are getting sleepy, this is a black pen (etc).
(16)
Myron is the Demon Lord of Sorcery and shadow. It was Mother who bought the extra green pen into my family. I asked her previously not to do such things. I am the evil pen, now backed up by two green demon biros who I call ramul and Kalos Beta just to hide the ink-blood of Drishnu and Jin Ri, my Demonlord incarnations. (17)
Black biro of Kruger. Well, that�s quite enough interesting insanity in other colours. I�m writing on the kitchen table in the early morning just hanging out for a first smoke of the day but no, I delay, I put it off, I procrastinate the rites of Mary and Myron. I get no thanks for this token of control so why bother? (18)
Well, that�s all we need in other colours for one book. It�s really time to keep at least one dedicated realistic notebook in black ink. No more of these freaky characters he sometimes enjoys dreaming up. I�m going to keep this book in the kitchen, which he often refers to as planet Jaragul these days, and just use it for usual notes and practical matters. A workbook for the house itself. A nice book with lists where I have things like; (19)
Clean Fridge
Mop kitchen floor (These entries would be ticked with a�)
Blue pen. Hello book, I�m Vincent just taking advantage of a clean fridge and a mop floor and oh dear the book is moved to the planet Earth out here on the patio because boring Mr Kruger happened to stuff up by mentioning another pen colour. Ha ha. Ha? What, me crazy? There must be some mistake. Gesulary whom cannot also use a blue pen, Karen?
(20)
Gesulary is a planet in the Meliop sector of Rashalica�s cross. If we go to Jaragul I can look up the maps, which are plastered on the walls. 26 maps less ore more. Meliop, Gesulary, Garia�he gazes at the strange names before opening the door to the jar of instant coffee. Each map has ten to twenty exotic sounding planets all labelled and connected with lines of portal connection the south wall of the kitchen has many of these maps and I try to learn them.
(21)
The study is in transition. Was it on Dalerth? To find out I have to look up in the black book, which is printed as a 2005 Earthling diary so that my index uses the dates instead of page numbers to act as the reference. Wait, I�ll go through the study portal, through the vestibule and the control room portal into Daleth. I�ll get the Black Book here and we can look it up. (22)
Here�s the reverse index on Friday 30 December. And here we have April 12�House Room Planet Map. And I look it up. Well I�ll be hornswaggled. Verath. This study and the infernal writing machine are located in Verath. The time measure here will go; (23)
PLANET VERATH
3:03 PM
12/08/04
When I know it is right near the end of December on the patio�wait I mean the concrete beyond the patio, which was Earth while the patio was Dalerth in April 2005�hang on, that�s the future. I see a great potential for confusion here. It says I'� trying to grow a creeper on Susemor up the fence of Hell. There is a planet Earth room in the house but boxes of old junk live there and I never write in that room. (24)
The accurate transcription from the Blue Book, or Rashalika�s Secret Book of Shadows will now continue. (25)
Morning of the 27th. The black pen of Kruger writes in what he calls the living room. Why not, Harold? Everyone else calls it the living room. Why do you have to cause confusion and be different? He rambles about travel to delusions of other reality method and so on while we yawn, waiting for the train back to the ordinary world which may never come. I�m just some guy writing in a blue notebook with a black pen. It has nothing to do with overt identity manipulation. (26)
Here I am in Clause Theta, the special name we could give to morning weed delay time in which he needs a written distraction and all we have going is this silly Blue Book. I mean what is this nonsense about secret shadows? Do you know what a book of shadows is? Do you know how one is used? Have you tried? Rashalika only knows how some magical alien dood high up in the Cult is going to do it. This Rashalika who speakwrites in red biro. Steer clear of that one. He gets stoned or should I say he can emerge after the Clause Theta is deemed over - so about an hour of futile scribble in black. (27)
The trouble is he�s early into his pen phase and sometimes the wrong character grabs a pen and writes in one of the books. I have sometimes written with Vincent�s blue pen, and so has Karen, when she should stick to the 0.4 fine. (28)
And also and also grab that green pen while I�m at it to show a bit of Myron magic in the fact that this fine eye 0.4 can pull rank. I�ve got a green biro back up I call Ramu and we often swap stylus by mistake when it�s on my purpose. (29)
Call me the green biro of Ramul, demon of trade for my Demon Lord Myron. These are lies and call me Drishnu who can tell the truth. He writes on the Infernal writing Machine without transcribing. He just know the kind of thing he handwrites, and I certainly never wrote this in a green biro in a physical book, a small, modest book with hard covers of shiny dark blue. We are at the level of simply pretending that I write. (30)
Problem is that the reader has no way to check. Is this Andale Mono 12 font really being transcribed by a lying anticipator, plausibly some idiot in Jaragul with a blue biro, or is this coming from the true heart of Drishnu who has read that real Blue Book and finished it on Christmas day 2004? You won�t find this in there, contentless art phase and all that purple text by a hospital Kruger. (31)
If Anton can then swap from the blue biro to the green biro it might get mixed up in transcription to hard copy and I may as well be Ramul the green Biro working for the evil green fine pen of Myron himself. Ow! Will you stop that? (32)
Bookman Old Style font was used for this text in fineliner 0.4 green.
Reject this, Drishnu writes with the imaginary green biro when the Harold Kruger is more actually typing in Andale Mono 12 font. The only other green pen is a dark dull green that has been Dreulor in the red book. Drishnu wants to tell you the truth because he�s not a scribe and does not bother with the actual writing. When he needs writing for anything he does it in his powerful imagination. (33)
Hello Book, blue biro vincent reporting. Here is the major list of sectors for which I have a sector map stuck up in Jaragul.
1 Zatog
2 Meliop
3 Kuvia
4 Jara
5 Tegal
6 Bassal
7 Rovia
8 Rashalika
9 Peel
10 Duvol
11 Frep
12 Jal
13 Tibal (34)
Now I have an airport page in a visual art diary where all the different pens land and sign in. The problem is that a green biro is missing. There being two red biros Rashalika stayed as the 2in1 and Ramul then signed on as the red 4in1 biro. There were two blue biros claiming to be Vincent while another was D�lorah. Two black biros signed as Kruger, though the hospital pen elaborated as Harold Anton Kruger.
(35)
So the thing to do is memorise all the planetary sector maps on the kitchen walls and make a set of sector lists which may as well go in this Blue Book. I mean Rashalika can cast all the secret shadows he wants, but the free paper here can be used as a useful kitchen workbook and no one can stop me being the practical one. We�re going to memorise every planet and then write a fadrigoish dictionary with new meanings, preferably verbs, for every new exotic term. The only exceptions are the Serath sector that got forgotten on the west wall, the Rashalika sector, which is a name, and the Peel sector, named after the planet St Peel, which is already an English verb and noun. (36)
I could put the planet lists into the green book, rather than more cassette tape information. But where is the red book?
This is terrible news. I think I have lost the Red Book. The last memory I have is putting it in my green bag. The bag is empty. The book only lives in a few obvious places. I can�t find it in Beth - the house, or in the magic shed. Perhaps it was in my bag when I visited Dave on Sunday. I don�t remember that. (37)
Good news, I found the Green Biro Ramul or Myron like to use. Woops.
This is the green biro of Ramul for Myron. Did you know there is a sector called Ramul? Yes, only about half the sectors in Rashalika�s cross are represented by maps on the kitchen walls. There is a map of this cross and only half of the sectors are coloured green for Jaragul map existence. Even if he memorises every planet shown on the kitchen walls he hasn�t got far. There are also two more crosses of sectors in the distance, one Drishnu�s and I think one is for Tara, so he�s wasting his time if you ask me. (38)
Well I did not ask you and I don�t want to know. I want to know about mowing the lawn and cleaning the fridge. I am the hospital biro of Harold Anton Kruger writing on the kitchen table. He also found the blue fine pen of Karen when he was searching around for that red book. He�s using a money belt as a pencil case because he can�t find his pencil case. On his pencil case it says �HAROLD� Harmless in Small Doses.� I have had this since I was at high school. It is probably somewhere else in a box of junk. Time to end my clause theta. (39)
This is the purple pen of memory, the times new Roman of your original Kruger. To show that the blue book is really quite different by hand I have returned to the purple pen and decided to really transcribe the rest of the purple section from the book, which was all written in hospital and manages to say virtually nothing about hospital directly.
(40)
In one reality I have begun a clause Theta here on the planet Verath where the date is 12/08/04. In the other reality we have his virtually verbatim terms copied from the real Blue Book. Then you will see what I mean. The whole point of the Blue Book was to do Identity manipulation with a section of purple text in the middle of the book that you don�t clearly recall. You just hold the book and know it is there. In terms of reflecting content this fake Blue Book must surely fail since in my purple writing I clearly stress the meaning of contentless Art, and in this book we have the very opposite which has fed on the content of the original script and avoided all the Art. (41)
So let us return to the true transcript; (42)
Lands him in an afternoon by a radio now playing �swampy� music on 3D. I�m at least Anton 807 901. Plenty of education for the planet concerned ��yet the odd discrepancies show up. My body feels really good, with even some potential of being fit or at least strong relatively speaking. (43)
I have a whole book to help establish the new identity. So much can be done in the writing of a book, so I cannot predict much, but I doubt we get any of Rashalika�s secret shadows, whatever the hell that means. (44)
Oh I forgot margins and press too hard. Then he has to for control. So I can be Anton. Is it worth using the book to attain Harold? I know enough about the project, but time has limitation. I have only 20 or 30 years. But then for my immediate, for the short term, well� (45)
Now I�m mostly Anton, happy with the android 807, flattered by 901, yet for what we deal in here, and you should know, I think I will be Kruger. It will be my basic identity. It is stuck on my hospital door. He has longer, slicked-back hair, and most Harold abilities. Kruger has a raw, basic living attitude with good control. He knows exactly how to hijack Cult books and start again. (46)
Page more than zero. Sunday 29 November 5004. I am Kruger going through hospital days to reach Beth. I sneeze twice. There was a flaggon of port. Kruger drank two cups. Now back on insanity territory I wait for the 5:00 food event. (47)
Kruger outside, after event with a camel stomach technique. He�s in a chair with a view of the oval. He drew a small purple eye over the scar on his left hand. The white cat eats deli provisions at home, the chicken satay pie, the iced coffee. A percentage. This cat will be a real bonus. Heaps of cheap affection. (48)
4700 AK perhaps I am the shadow of the book. Dalerth, Earth, Jalantra. Book portal ring. 807 and 901, a use for these. But the first task is to get through hospital time. He found a table and chair facing the chapel. Time here is divided into fixed meals (49).
There were human events. Some people I know. Things happen, information exchanged. That sort of event. I think it must be over by now, thus I must be over it by now. As if. It�s going to take decades to get over an ordinary event like that. (50)
His next day was Monday near the end of November. The purple pen still had a strange smell from the green bag, perhaps the plastic lining to the canvas, we cannot be sure. I certainly don�t intend to investigate. (51)
The today is overcast and much cooler. I wear the long jeans and jumper in the grey chair, and it is in this very spot that I can take careful kruger purple notes. He drew some decoration on the bag and he thinks about the friendly white cat that croaks like a frog in hot temperatures. Even if they keep me till Friday for no real reason it seems a span I can get through from here. All quite psychological, you know. The pen still smells strange. Oddly chemical. (52)
Now the Kruger should reach the home Beth before this book is finished. It�s up to him if you think about it. I don�t claim that there is information here or anything to say. This is not that kind of book. This is an identity workbook and a plan to house book. The book is secretly a portal to reach Earth from, say Serath, Verath or Jaragul. I can�t tell you how it works. I�d rather claim it does not work, since on the Earth to be reached this is just a book. (53)
But then I found this new hospital biro and things began to change. I went home directly and began to put planet maps from my thick folios up on the kitchen�s south wall. Two were on the west wall with all his crazy charts and calendars and the white clock -which is a black clock telling a different time zone to Adelaide I imagine. (54)
How boring for a scribe like me. I memorised every planet in the known sectors for the Age in question. I can tell you how to get from Gesulary in Meliop to Joslep in Belran, with every stop in between. So what an Alien like myself does is to pretend I�m a stupid lost idiot and fill my days working out a simple portal sequence to get home to Jaragul and have what I call a real cup of coffee with a Gekko in the cupboard. (55)
Oh look at that. I can see the black book. And this also means I see myself opening a computer document called the black book and writing something else in it, that is to say text that in no way reflects the writings in this Black Book by the tower. (56)
There�s a green biro we know too well but if that idiot Vincent just grabs the wrong biro and starts going hello book�I go no, it�s just Ramul and his idea of a joke. See what we did? Drishnu grabs the pen and says you stopped transcribing on the font change from purple, and this is not the blue book.
(57)
How can this not be the Blue Book? Look on the cover, lame brain. Now kruger came to what he called the central vestibule (It was clearly no kind of vestibule). What? Well, no, not just that. It becomes known as the Blue Book you see in a general way. It�s not just the cover. To what he calls the central Vestibule of the Administration building, used by utter nutcases as a waiting room. People who even believe in doctors. To escape people and flies, although with little to write.
(58)
Hey, which pen am I pretending to be now? It must be looked up on a chart. I�m the black biro of Kruger. There you go. No way could that be written by hand. Hold on. What makes no difference? (59)
I remember writing in the 2005 diary (Black Book). Well, I don�t explain like that any more. Now this is pure art devoid of content (this notion tries not to be content either) according to Kruger, who does have various forms of freedom within the book. Oh he can lie, but he finds it very hard to write with a black pen�.ooh, I�m supposed to be copying purple into black and I didn�t use the correct font to imply my purple writing. This is so embarrassing. (60)
According to Kruger, who does have various forms of freedom within the book. Oh he can lie, but he finds it very hard to write with a black pen or a biro functioning via black ink. He has purple ID, that�s for sure. (61)
So by the next page we have a dedicated purple pen Kruger claiming that his text is art without content. Meaningless scribble in a nice colour to admire from a distance. It makes limited sense to us who read the content of the text but we go along with it in the spirit of fiction. It is not a standard notebook or diary since I don�t stick to writing in the first person, as if not exactly Kruger himself. These have leverage in the domain of identity manipulation, don�t be convinced. (62)
The Kruger sets out for another purple paragraph of contentless text art and waits for you to catch up. �You�re mistaken, it�s you who�s faking, living, breathing and dying too�.� (Billy Corgan)
Since there is subtlety in art over fiction. The Kruger sets out for. I need more people writing in my book. I mean purple, not people. There�s not to the Iron Chef to the meet of friction. I just need purple in the book for my purpose. Content is irrelevant. That�s all I mean. Too late for you, I know. (63)
Someone must think that Kruger has done the purple writing. This has truth. That someone is not exactly someone else. It is not a James Bond mission. It�s about Identity. The content moot. The me knowing later that Kruger wrote the purple of this book. Not that I care, for here I now provide content, not the art. It won�t matter at all as long as I know the basics and get hold of this blue book. He can start to imagine it as Rashalika�s Secret Book of Shadows to begin with. Whatever. Time passed from this Kruger to that older person. Yes, and I give no key detail, so this content may be garbage that I call art. (64)
You don�t understand. Even if you are me seeking content later I know you as a different person. A you. Not me. Not this strange Kruger. I pretend to explain. (65)
By page 20 thinks look more detailed. We have an unusual book hard to categorise. Kruger must use purple and call it Art, a lie, fiction or whatever. The subject of manipulation is myself, yet the Kruger is unconventional in self-reference. He won�t stick to the first person. This may indicate identity problems from a psychiatric perspective but is not deemed an effective method of identity manipulation. (66)
There are no details up Kruger�s sleeve, I claim this to be the sensible content. Then I�m not Kruger. I will be project thought of a reader who is supposed to be myself later anyway - - a being won around by the self-reflecting stupidity of my own writing to the higher truth of the Psychiatric perspective. If I call me reader then I can be any future you as well, thus economise on people. (67)
I have not counted the pages but I have the idea for Kruger to number them in a random way. Such Ideas must be recognised early to be avoided. Flow of control from a first person reader back to a real time Kruger is useless to us now. (68)
Rashalika�s Secret Book of Shadows. The title of my Hijacked book disturbs me. Early words often ring true, right down to my two functional Android numbers. 807 and 901. Now the Kruger supplies plausible content. Hospital is boring. This book is more entertaining. But if they found it and read it I could be here for longer. The last thing I need is written evidence. It is a bit of a thrill to write subversive material. The doctors are not creative, artistic thinkers, so if they read this �well there is little reason or chance for a doctor to read my notebook. It must be the idea. (69)
In Rashalika�s book it is a secret one. The book of shadows acts as a self-reference to practical magic. I can�t exactly outwit Rashalika, so to Hijack his book for simple identity work may just become it as his magic in a way Kruger cannot predict. I get visualised glimpses of three tall candle ritual, taking half the points of a silver pentagram. Chanting voices. Billowing dark draperies. The flames would flicker if �If Rashalika may conduct his magic within my imagination, and in one way I am the Kruger. (70)
Forget about that. Content is nothing. You read the book half-distracted, don�t remember much, close the blue book. The fact is Kruger writing in purple. It is true. No wonder he raves about contentless art in retrospect. This is the Earth-shattering fact for identity. (71)
By page 23 the Kruger is not sure. He did begin with slow, cautious entries, yet he may visit the vestibule and finish the book before the hospital stay is over. Then I could revert to the 2005 diary in black. One day it will be the black book. Just call him Harold. What does it matter? You, reader? No, you have little faith in the project. Just forget it. Art without content. Entertainment. Remember our sensible theory? Cling to that. Cling with a rational intellect. If something seems impossible to you, can Kruger do it? (72)
By page 23 the content is just too much. Reject it all, I say. I am the reader. I am Rashalika. I am Kruger. The self is one. The trinity is confusion. There is one God. There are three Gods. Sprinkle extra ideas on religion from modern bias and it tastes better. Don�t listen to me. Kruger can do confusion. Kruger can confuse me. Even you. Only you. I mean ignore the words, accept I wrote. (73)
On page 24 Kruger thinks of Japan where he has never been. Harold went and there are memories for perusal. 24 was his years, toshi. So there is numbering, remembering and, if you really glontiopius, spelling. Spelling. Spelling.
For identity Kruger has insular autonomy self and comparison. Look around. He won�t swap life with anyone. No thanks, I�ll be the Kruger. I can see negatives in memory and so on, but how I used it to feel this and be this I think Hell, life�s as fated and chosen as you can. I chose this Detrag for sure. The crowd just seem to go for any human and pin most on eventual insight he doubts they reach. No way, I�m the advantage being on purpose. Really? Reader thinks so, can be wrong and Kruger says text is Art, I don�t need to argue a point to reach Kruger. I won already. That�s page 24. My content is smokescreen. You hold a blue book. Kruger wrote in purple. Accept it. (74)
By 25 we get close to December and Mithras, a Persian God in need of research. Kruger seriously thinks of the 2005 in black. I could, Rashalika knows well. A flame blows out. There is no pentagram. I can't focus on the small objects he used for imaginary magic. Stronger wind billows dark green draperies. Blue tape ripped from the floor a sticky star later. Wait. By page 25 if I count. If you try. No, don't bother understanding me. I'm mad. No conference, plan, altitude. The days to get through. The Art. Dark gold. Still air. No candles. Blow. (75)
Moving air
Two lines times anyway. Pale still draperies. Kruger holds back the
(76)
Calisto MT could be that other pen of 4in1, the dark green of Dreulor. This chart is not completed. Wallace gave me a new pen. Three biros in one. Can I cope? I have about thirteen textual voices all needing time and paper. It spoils the content of writing if you ask Dreulor. Anyway it was new year�s day and I stopped my transcribing work. Do I need genuine interruptions to make it seem more authentic? (77)
As 807 lights the candles and Rashalika casts the items in the sacred triangle of Agni, or divine fire. There is a rectangular flat object wrapped in paper and named Mirror of Myron. There is a mirror inside. There is a blue glass bead. Now blow out the candles. (Just to be different). (78)
Swampy music @ 26. Now that can mean. Enwap enwaps average clotz not counting. Oh there�s one. Kruger can sing. Bands contractual begun, end of November 04. Hey I�m in the now of happy going home day for a wrong moment. Only a lie to feel happier short term. It even sounds bad. There�s bird sound fade out from raucauce or orcs screaming across the middle whathaveyou since Beetlesnake was out at the moment. Come back later. Sooner on a giet mesh threng. What? What? How? From where the question, the nature asked. The weird as if game. When for some reason. Beetlesnake came back. Ah! I mean gosh how intense this being is. Ooh Beetlesnake what are you?
I am a Demonlord. (79)
Zier wake snooze to wake a bit and hear sounds of birds nd traffic. Thes rager Thrace wine neshed reason�s season. (80)
Buy 27 it flares back on toast, he goes Kruger whatever 901? Karen was a 901. Well, a 9010S. Politics. He means tocks, propped up. Catered unto blandly in over-boiled vegetables. The wind in the wires. I�m on the planet Verath. Wired into the fourth wind. Overblown. It was a trial event in Serath. Who is looking after Littlemouse? The White Cat, Wal, Clare and BirdE. People. Kruger was one of them for some time. Has this theory. (81)
Kruger�s hijacked blue book in purple on Tuesday, when he wrote and the lunch is almost here. Be slick and meaningless. Go out and meet those white cats. His long term beast. But where on Dalerth is Raja? Where is the larger cat who goes for walks with me at night and makes dinosaur sounds? (82)
They squeezled the Kruger into music therapy at 1:30. No time to visit the vestibule now. Perhaps Raja died sort of unluckily. (83)
You Kant Emmanuel now, Kruger purple. There�s a more leave I have tomorrow on Wednesday Then I go home on Thursday. I won�t finish this little secret book of shadows by then, you ape. I mean be logical. Logic is the theory of deduction. Logic is the blade on the sword of reason. This is Art without content, as we know, so no need to even mention Rashalika and that sort of thing at this stage. Thus closer to meaning without Art and the white cat. Kruger? Well, some details are a bit� anyway tomorrow we go to the house, and if the cat. If the book. Shall I need the book? It could go in the bag. Felt sort of uninspired at music. My coffee as close to Art. Occupy his house. The Kruger has options to ponder and a drink to drink. As I know the meanings lie scrambled as this white cat is a great mystery. (84)
By 29 the book is called mine and the Doctor gives Kruger a house. I wonder why the house is Beth. Something from the Kabala. There is one cat. I can recall the surface colour of the fur. Listen now to content-less Art text. You know the Kruger spins words and recycles topics to fill a quota in purple. If you could do amazing things with identity via books you would do the same. You reader. I know the way we discount each other. I know the sleep on the lesser trials. I even claim to know the white cat called Karen. She was Little Mouse. By 29 the book is called mine, Kruger. (85)
His writing of this line shocks me. Who is that? Who else could write here in the Purple of contentless Art? No answer. Now I worry a bit. That�s not in my plan at all. Can I go for black and cement this sticky situation? Can I write and fill in the book with Kruger and white Karen? Little miss? I tell you a dichotomy of two beings will dualistically fill that Beth soon. Kruger is mad, but he can access an 807, even a 901. Karen was 9010S. Do you remember like I do? 807 is a really stable android so you have no worries there. An android is a state of being. A state of mind and a feeling. The Kruger is nothing. This idiot will just waste the book, raving on in purple to achieve something that makes no sense. I suggest we hijack the manuscript back. I am the 901. To do these frist rase osh Kruger to ow! Kruger 901, testing, testing very testy and white cat! Here white cat Karen! The identities do this. Sophie tells me mousey mousey is the cure for the original Karen. (86)
By 31 the child identity of Karen is called Mouse. Call Mouse and we call the white cat like this; Little Mouse! Little Mouse! Now call the cat Karen. Problem solved. The white cat has no idea. Karen has no idea. The Goddess of Dalerth. 901 is also��wait here. Identity tangle dead ahead. Kruger�s white cat indeed. Look at this luggage, not Art. Android 901 aims to emerge struggled from Kruger at any line now. In writing text line is time because X is not equal to non-X but Hegel says it is. Logic is a theory, of deduction, the blade of reason�s sword. Clock bells three. That could measure line like a lunch, I reckon. (87)
I am 901, text is not Art. Text has default content. The identity trick is just Ah! The white Karen is kat, Beth is�.beth is�.I am 901 text is not Art. Text defaults as contented. Meaning speculates. (88)
By 32 901 is in conflict with the Kruger kat whatever ow in this szzz! I am 901 and I think cats don�t paint as Art. I think this is text, not art. I think Kruger is wrong. It is easy to write in black pen. I am an advanced android state of mind. There is content primarily in the text as the basic meaning of text. (89)
Kruger on 32. I am no kind of android. The 901 is supposed to be a gift, not an argumentative problem. Identity�Oh, forget it. You don�t understand. Three of the clock means at least ten past. The content is forgotten padding, Drongo. Don�t call me less than clever. Kruger is smart. I state my truth. I don�t have to argue for it, for what I possess, for what you might have the chance to hear. Forget any entries where I pretend to be 901. (90)
By 33 the 901 stakes an intellectual claim on this style of book. Kruger wastes it. 901 has noticed the content, the lack of pure Art, the fake problema of whatever you instituted as another style this is not. 901 writes this, mentions a utility cult in the utility cupboard in Fey tower on Serath. The style differs from accepted parent styles of writing. Lay that on your lack of content and draw. (91)
By 33 Kruger is fading. The only way is to argue points with this 901 fictionality and I don�t have the grestache for that now. What I do have is the white cat I try to call Karen, let her into the second floor of Fey tower on Serath and build a new Fey tower of the skull on Jaragul. The name for that tower is Kruger, transport by mirror and�..(fades away) (92)
901 ---the Kruger is not responding. I am now the Kruger 901, you won�t regret it. (93)
By page 34 I am Kruger 901 with a headache about content and Art in text. This is a new style, you know, To have Art in text without necessary content� to write the styles as a way of�.what? Oh, about 20 past I reckon. The time, Karen in Beth I go home to to 2morrow. I have no content myself because of the Art I secretly fed into the text. Well, now I go ahead to extract that Art and plaster it all around the surface of my appearances, the accidents of being from quality past and known. To get away with Kruger 901. Gosh, I�m usually up to about 807. My next number is not even 901, it is 660 ---beyond the 502 and yet not quite this fictional 901 level. I Kant do that yet. Ha ha. As if. Anyway, I can be a Kruger, demonseat on Jaragul w Karen White Fey Tower do I have a map?
Not here. In Beth there must be in the masses of planet maps one for Jaragul and the tower. (94)
By 35 you are unsure what I refer to. I don�t mind being Kruger 660, or then the Kruger 660S, but the implications are highly codified. Coda is tail. Code is another. What that shall come. Glontiopius, spelling, memories for perusal, gloaming, dice, letters. OK, I am the 901 again. I turn on the pressure. Time tick me to Beth, to white Karen. Dualistically fill. Blandly overboiled vegies. Thursday. Wednesday. Woden. Thor. Today is. Today is. I em Kruger 660, I can sustain him. I can buy a pie by 35. So, style is it? What else?
(95)
Kruger is working with the house plan for house Beth. If he had a black pen he could write in this book. That�s the idea. And if you had the black book 2005 you see the cross references to prove it. He was not joking. (96)
By 36 this is beyond a joke. What the hell ought to be going on? Feathers? Beads? Androids? Towers on Jaragul? What about Tasuince, Bleb, Susemor or Fratac? Karen can visit them all, iff only. Anyway, I call the purple writing padding, filling and this 901 called content and style. I assure you that. 1:26 the next has no meaning intrinsic to me, the word �shoot� on the apodictic target it�s other orders of meaning direct. Wire. Tape. Glitter on the wooden floor. The tape is thick blue padding we unpeeled later and spilt the glitter on. Feathers? Beads? Listen, nothing stops a Kruger finishing his Beth book in a black pen. You really have to swallow that notion. I mean please. For me. Really accept it. (97)
Otherwise I may have hijacked a vital cult book to scribble useless nonsense in and then. (98)
By 37 this is beyond serious. A stage. In other words. In words, actually terms, style, text, Art. In fact any of them for the 901, as if we care. Care for androids now? By 37? See when I write a book I don�t really write that book at all. I write this one. You prefer Kruger. You are my reader. The purple means nothing until your eyeballs interact with light and synapses gap fire in your brain. This is the place where cult meanings turn into biological meanings. The visual purple is how you see. Come on, why ask for a silly 901? (99)
I can even say I go and live with Karen coupla daze. Dazed and raw. Could this be euphoria? Purple runs out. All Kruger has is black. Use this for my visit to Beth. In green chemical-smelling plastic lined canvas bag. Olive green. A Military colour. Drawn on with edgy coloured tendrils. You know. Then wait. Grab the blue book! Yes, Kruger�s purple writing is within. You believe it. (100)
(The next page is impossible to transcribe. Blanks where the purple pen fails and meaningless scribbles scattered with the few. intelligible terms �38� �Content� �Text� �Art� �Kruger� �Karen� �Mouse�) 660 wait for me. Fish bubbles the open quanat fuelled for if only what if only and other memorable ah! By 38 the joke is as stale as the style. It may differ, Kruger, but it improves on nothing. So mosquitoes are different from flies. Your pedantic con blah of n be jedradding one thratac of time measures gold to the last desicrates, son of hypograthous the XJNII, renouned for her nothing at all technique for lying prone on a mattress. Fey tower indeed, and that indeed used for obscurity, to confuse the future. My rice planted. Your oats why? Jedrading goods n chattels. What is chattels, indeed? Kitchen Jaragul. By 38 I was scared to write in the black book before I wrote heaps in purple for the. (101)
By 39 there is a lull as the same old topics wash back and break as boringly similar waves on the sures and certainties of common sense. That which props up this very world. That which matters. That which must not argue about Art or content, style or text because, let�s face it, I only argue with myself. You don�t really know why I pretend to have bees in my bonnet about the various chosen topics presented here in the incontented Artistic flux of, oh. Sorry. I thought we had started. (102)
Kruger lowjacked a conceptual Art diary in the mid 2000�s. Oh, you don�t notice. The switchboard. Cupboard. Wires. Wind. The dial smiling. The eye. The needle. The whole point was small and sharp. Kruger�s white cat. The Beth experiment. (103)
By 40 I really feel my age. There�s a teller machine in the train station @ last. It was a closed, hot Sunday. Kruger was. Was 40. Was 41. Soon 42. Planning for next year as a new 2005. He has a black book prepared and abilities, yet we don�t really need to go as far as the 901. It�s all a bit much. What? No, It�s all very normal for me. By 40 you sort of disagree, since I can�t really do this just by say writing in a book in the past. That is the idea. The confident belief. The eye of the tiger. When the purple of purpose runs out. When my book when my book when my book? Light as
3 candle magic
still pale & gold draperies & purple
Myron�s mirror you open to check.
New glass bead because
Gro��
(The purple pen runs out here. The next page of the book is blank. The one after that has black writing) (104)
The black writing was different in terms of his identity. My name is Harold Kruger. The addition of Anton is a social fiction of some kind. Anton is not on any of my ID and legally this Anton is not me. Yet I have been answering to Harold Anton Kruger when it is not me at all. (105)
In one way I cannot get away with Kruger alone---or if you have to say I�m Kruger, then he has managed to write in black ink in the blue book, where first he wrote in purple. A way of not being Anton at all. To distance him from me. My ID only says Harold Kruger. I was never really him, and here we have the solid ground of my identity delusions. The chosen android. In this sense the black writing is only different in colour from the purple writing + tinge 660. The content is all very similar if you ask. (106)
Purple and gold draperies
Three candles
Three candles light them
Three candles light them
One candle light it
Myron�s mirror
Aqua stone
Book
Blow out the candles (107)
His other secret shadows were (108)
Kruger has a kat called Caren
A secret magical cat
A magic cat called Karen
A white cat all Karen
A white cat called mouse (109)
A houth called Bess, a cantilope (110).
So shall I be Kruger or not? It�s a switch in my clever machine. A transistor. When he is Kruger then he went up a level to the 901 because for that purple Kruger it was a big deal to write in black in this blue book supposedly hijacked from the cult in the cupboard of utility in Fey tower on Jaragul. No, it was from a coffee table in the control room on Dalurth in my house. I get leave tomorrow, after breakfast I see the Doctor.
There�s a tangled pause you can wait in. Then I go. Off to the yonder of wherever. To find a black book called 2005
In the utility cupboard on the second floor of Fey tower on Jaragul. After the Doctor I can wait for a bus and be gone till five, and then go home for good on the Thursday. The evidence is so solid and close that it requires a black pen. (111)
Extant curtains
4 candled
fix via wax
Open Myron�s mirror
Aqua or key bead
Improvised middle eight
Blow out the candles
Fixed via wax
Lists for cult magic. (112)
It could be the first of December. 9:39 Noarlunga train stopping all stations. My new $3: says 9:40. The dots flash. It says quartz sport 100. Can I strike powerfully with the watch? The Harold leaves the station in the train. I�m aiming for a train station. Woodlands park. Trivial collections add up to greatness. The very opposite of a hypothesis presented in Gyroscope. There is another pen. Next station Clarence park. My tooth. (113)
Dark draperies
Candle trident
Extra candle
Mirror of Myron
Blue or green glass bead
Another object
Blow out the candles (Just to be non-Wicca)
Lists for cult magic
Improvised middle eight (114)
This next section contains material accurately transcribed from the blue book, and I was going to include it maliciously without this paragraph of clarification. Well it may be from a notebook with blue covers that I happen to sometimes call the blue book, but as the book itself explains it is another blue book. Without this paragraph everything that the passage explains will actually go to make things worse since you can�t work out from here which blue book I refer to. (115)
Jan 26 2005 (116)
Now if the black book is a drug diary, the blue book is a mental illness diary. (Wait here while I record my second coffee in the black book). As you know a blue book is not the blue book. Now we refer to the large blue diary in which I record my dealings with the Mad MACS Team. The thick, black 2005 diary is, however, the black book. This was written in conjunction with the blue book. Yet the blue book is not the blue book, and as far as I can see all blue books deny themselves like Christ denying divinity. The book with thin blue covers is really called Rashalika�s secret book of shadows, while, at a later time a document inaccurately transcribed into the PC happens to really be named the blue book. I do hope this is confusing. (117)
Now this is just a sample of that blue book and I don�t care to transcribe any more. It�s information on doobries is inaccurate, since I found other words in the dictionary to cover these ambiguous term while doobrie does not feature. Also I try to be confusing or claim to try when all we have is a fairly clear rendition of a book colour situation. But if I claim that this is not a paragraph in the blue book, I can be sure of ambiguity, which I seem to prefer. (118)
I had three phone calls with the Mad MACS Team. Marion Assertive Care, designed for people like me who did not ask to be cared for in this manner. Yet the service can provide a sexy mental health date, as it did in the past, and I thus have the attitude of a client demanding better care. The three phone calls change the situation in a sequence of differing information. I am still without a steady key worker. I have been let down and stuffed around many times so far this year and it is still January. Notes about this go in the blue book, and by this I obviously don�t mean the blue book at all. I will call it the blue book for them, to let them know just how organised I am. These busy people who again forget to see me as arranged or ring me as arranged don�t realise yet that I am or should be the greatest priority they have. It is my duty to convince them. (119)
The black book that is not the black book is my drug diary, and it is feeling a bit cheated. I only began using it consistently at about the time I gave up what you would call drugs. I have stopped drinking wine since the stomach acidity was too much, and now I record smoking cones of Lavender through the bong and drinking cups of coffee. In one way this is the best kind of drug diary to have, but the black book is not happy. It wants something much more sensational within its covers. Actually I did once write a real drug diary with experiences and so on, but I don�t know where it got to. (120)
The black book lives in hope. I could always slip back into more serious addiction. I may well ask Dave for a cone on Sunday, since the plan I have involves not taking a wallet so as to not buy bags. My body has immunity. Only the first cone after a break has a drug effect, after that I have expensive lavender to smoke. According to my records I have been addicted to cannabis for eight years. But now I have a craving for lavender and in one way this is just as bad. I smoke regularly, and the lavender buds contain an oil, or tar, as well as carbon monoxide and other things in the smoke bad for my lungs and body generally. If I do always smoke this there is not much difference, even if you say it is less of a real narcotic or whatever. Having just written this I now feel it is time to smoke. The black book will get a notation such as L2; two cones of lavender. (121)
Perhaps this situation will pacify the black book, which I note is called a Cumberland diary. It certainly is a bad habit. So far I don�t want to attempt the cold turkey of every bad habit, it is enough to swap them around and say well, at least the ones I have now are not intoxicating, illegal or expensive. That�s a good start. Or a waste of party fun, depending on perspective. (122)
Now we go back in time. Forget machines, I can do it with books by returning to the transcription of the blue book, to a page arbitrarily labelled 35. (123)
Hello book. My name is Vincent Krueper or something close to that. I took over from the Kruger just today when the house-book transition was on and the time was ripe. Now I favour the whole foot as a walking item and I like vegies. Vincent has a white Karen called little cat and artistic licence. (124)
Hello book. This is again Vincent. Today is going home day. I can be happier than you. I drank the port. I bought a new watch in the station shop for $3.00. You never know. I often know. You don�t like my attitude. Anyway, he did something close to magic ritual in the Wednesday house. He opened the wrapped Myron�s mirror. It was BirdE who called me Vincent. He was writing down mistakes or something. He wrote me as Vincent Krueper or suchlike and it stuck.
(125)
The happy part of this book has begun. I mean I don�t know much about myself at the moment. Most people are in the same boat. I do have a fresh new perspective, a sense of just having escaped from some heavy, excessive cult or hospital. I have a wonderful sense of spring each summer and the hot weather is over now. There could be more. That rain for the sofa. That tarp idea. He could be Vincent with an attitude. (126)
Rashalika speak-writes a few lines, for lines are time and words are terms and any you is nearly me once the only, if the chamber, ghost the letters out. (127)
Kruger returns with a black pen, thinking it�s a bit odd to identify characters by the colour of their ink but so be it. I don�t need you or this book. The time is 7;39 and he woke a while before the breakfast unusually. So when can he go home? That is the most important time, though we have to compare both to reach certain knowledge. Now if Kruger can write in black in this blue book I know it means something. For all I know it just means this is Kruger writing and not silly Vincent or strange, plausibly spooky Rashalika. It means the purple pen ran out and my mission is over. (128)
Hello book. This is Vincent and by virtue of name alone something clauses the theta of Christmas past. A warm ambiguity creeps over the yellow and red roses. The eyes of insects. The life of God. Now I don�t know anything but I know I don�t like that black Kruger. He thinks I�, silly just for the pass-time of waiting for the broken fast, the slow time, the names of rambling to over paused waiting he had to run for the first bus but it is not far enough to change his breathing. And if the colour of the pen� (129)
Blue and purple draperies
Three candles
One candle
Mirror of Myron
He�s wearing a glass bead with keys
Fiddle the details
Blow out the candles when
Smoke alarm chimes (130)
Kruger wonders what he will write. Certainly not this. Time is too dense. We have not the format and some kind of trouble with the Kruger. If I write in the black book I suppose it is something, but I have no plan at all for black ink in this book. It may be devoid of content but it is not art. It was the way other people write. It has little to do with Kruger. I�m not even expected to attain the black, not by myself anyway, so I have no idea what should be written. (131)
Hello book. I am Vincent and it may be odd for I have never been Vincent much in the past. I am used to being others, so it�s not so bad. That Kruger is dull and he calls me silly, well, who knows? I could be the result of his identity project if only. (132)
Anyway I came to the plush vestibule of Admin for a final writing in the so called blue book. It stands for blue ink. No standing anytime. It goes forth. It tells a story. Not that kind of book. This kind of book. What kind of book is this? Even when I write it I don�t know.
(133)
Yesterday Karen miowed a lot though I stroke her heaps. She loves the skritchy scratchy. Sounds that echo. I diluted the port with boiling water in a wine bottle. Theories about women and kitchens. I smoke secretly for the staff, since there is none in the house (He has it in his pocket). Vincent can lie. There's even a small glass jar. For coffee in the vestibule I have to find a little wine glass, but it is not a little wine that I want. People have me all wrong. So all there is to do is wonder when I can leave. It all comes down to a number. (134)
Numbers are strange things. So abstract that counting no longer counts. Count to minus five in apples. What is that? Oranges? Pies? What is a minus apple? It won�t translate for me unless I be artistically clever, or use philosophy and whathaveyou but not, it�s not worth it. I know the high price of minus apples. I tell you Vincent is not as strange as this kind of apple. Then I steal another glass bead. Security is low in this respect. I�m thinking of stealing the wine glass, but I have a champagne glass and plenty of small objects in the house. Way of getting by. Flow of mind. In the past. In the present. Memory. Vincent remembers apples, for example. Red envelope, green meaning. Blue book. The red pen can be some high dood who writes for Rashalika. I don�t understand why the real Rashalika would write such things, even as a joke. (135)
Now this pen contains two biro colours. Technically I can click over to Rashalika any time I choose. But it costs me a few minus apples which confuse me. Do I get these apples, just for writing in red ink? You know I want to, for the novelty of colour, and you know how restrained I feel. Rashalika�s colour is a big deal for Vincent. I even feel safer with stuffy old Kruger in black. You know all behaviours could be noted down and assigned to characters. I�ve considered it. Drishnu would walk on his toes and so on. (136)
Hello book. This is the same time. I just like a new entry because I�m Vincent. I can write in the blue book without the curious reservations Kruger tends to feel. You see he did consolidation work in a purple colour and got stranded in black when his unusual pen ran out. Interestingly I don�t often use colour in drawing and seem to find the possibilities for writing more fascinating. (137)
In paragraph 138 I interrupt this vital flow of information to point out that this could be version 1.00 of The Blue Book, and if so it is due to end soon. I think it may end at 140 in that case. The only thing you can do about this is to get hold of another version, or, having got the general idea, continue writing the book yourself. Some people think this is hard to do or indeed futile, and these people may not be scribes at all. However, you know that other versions exist. In some time and space I complete the transcription of The Blue Book.
In paragraph 139 I try to convince you that I am in fact another book. This is a visiting paragraph from the defunct Green Book, or the voice of a ghost book in other words. That is the meaning of this different font. We have been finishing books in the spirit of version 1.00. Yesterday we finished The Red Book and The Orange Book. Today it is time to shut down The Blue Book. If you have another version of course this is a meaningless interruption.
By paragraph 140 I write strange things. But some people know the meaning of COW. Some know that Kruger�s Brother is not a Kruger. Some can see that this is the last paragraph in The Blue Book, and so yes, they have version 1.00. In that case little more can be written and read, but I assure you that the entire manuscript of another version makes no more sense than this one. There is no flowering of new meaning, no better explanation, no more complete story. It�s all a bit mad and a bit boring if you ask me, but then I am The Green Book. If you have not read this book I urge you to avoid it. The transcript ended here.