False Layers

The non-conscious layer

The homogenous layer

The awakening layer

The pseudo-enlightened layer

The mental state layer

The Heaven Layer

1. The Non-conscious layer

What primitive part of my soul has seen these spattered chestnut shells
on another concrete pathway aeons ago? Crinkled crisp packets, mud, the
smell of fresh acid rain that has washed away all the pavement shit and
filthy leaves. Deja vu, you bloated slug, you Cannabis Sativa
muck-mollusc. Crawl into my ear, on a mucus trail of paranoia. It's my
own fucking moronic fault you know, all bored of orgasms and ethanol
warm suffused. I swallowed a handful of hash brownies even though I
hate chocolate and unlocked the unconscious, found no Huxley door to
perception just an unending shattering scream of agony, terror. Fuck
I'm panicking again, this isn't real its just a cruel joke a game with
no prize and the dice are weighted against me and I want to hold on to
someone soft. Someone away from this madding spin. I flipped and lost
control. The non-conscious layer is a dangerous place for me; all
steely tooth traps and barbed wire. I pray for it to end. Lord I
promise I'll never be bad again.

2. The homogenous layer

My hair looks good today.
Bzzzz ting ting but I'm up before the alarm clock.
Clean my teeth.
Smile.
Tea no sugar.
Baker Street tube and no sign of Sherlock Holmes.
Enter the office
"Morning Carol"
"Morning Judith"
Routine work
Mental note to polish shoes tomorrow.
Photocopy
Lunch, I like this chilli, its not too hot.
Home to cook supper
Listen to the radio wine program but never more than a glass for
me.
Boyfriend visits.
Kiss.
Bed before midnight. There's no danger of me turning into a
pumpkin!

3. The awakening Layer

There is so much space above the heads of the clubbers. Each stretch of
music, holds in technocratic glory, the story of a piece of passion
energy coiled tightly into so many beats per minute. Uncoil, release,
the ejaculation of percussion from the soft strokes of a sensual
song.
I swallowed two "Mitsubishi" ecstasy tablets in the near past. My mate
said they were tops. I love my silly space man trousers and plastic
fluorescent jewellery and the glow of life in my cheeks. Empathy in all
the surrounding voices call my soul. Oh stir me all these new
awakenings. I fling my head back and rub my scalp, the tingle-tingle,
of fuzzy niceness spreading across my cranium. Beautiful bronzed boys
hug me in music juice - the slick sweat. Gyrating girls acknowledge and
laugh. Big black bouncer on the door in black tie disappears when I
close my eye. All is left in the mind's eye is the bouncer on the gates
of heaven denying entrance to anything that may cause me to ache.

4. The pseudo-enlightened layer

Studying science split my spirit; a poet and a scientist opposing in my
world, battling for my universe within the Godhead curled. I loved
taking my scalpel and spreading and cutting a teleost fish apart, the
scales under a microscope spawning the illusion of an alien world.
Physicists know now that indeed the first cause theory falls flat on
its face when quantum mechanics in its abstract glory tells me that
indeed something can come from nothing. So the mystery of the universe
and I the conscious cell are once more the great mystery. The angels
are fighting a new war. Phoney intellectualism, cheap meals and
cigarettes in the refectory. I learned in population studies why we're
doomed. The starving, the poor, the wealthy the lepers, the beggars,
the "you's" and the "me's" are dehumanised and I see only in terms of
mathematics.
I learned in ethology why mammals are bound to infidelity and didn't
see an abandoned family putting some groceries back on the shelf in the
supermarket, when the cash register gave a demonic laugh with the total
bill.
I thought that what I learned was so important and you know, in a way
it is.

5. The mental state layer

Summary.

Jill Pole and Eustace Scrubb are Transported to Narnia, at a time when
King Caspian is old and nearing death. He is sad, for his only son and
heir Rillian has been missing for 10 years. Rillian's mother, the
queen, was killed by a serpent shortly before Rillian's disappearence.
Jill and Eustace accompanied by Puddleglum (a gloomy yet noble
marshwiggle) set off in search of the lost prince after Jill has been
given "signs" and instructions for their quest.
On their journey, they meet a lady dressed in green accompanied by
a
silent and masked knight, who they only realise later is the lost
Prince. We later discover that the green lady seduced Rillian away, and
then kept him captive under enchantment. After some more
micro-adventures involving trolls and giants, our three heroes
accidentally find themselves in "The underworld", the lady's dark and
lifeless underground kingdom, and learn Rillian's identity. A seemingly
ill-mannered, yet sane, Rillian explains that he is in sane mind now,
but will not be later whilst he is bound to the silver chair and that
nothing he says whilst in the chair will be valid.
Most importantly he says that they must not release him from the chair,
as the insane man he will become will kill them all.
Of course when Rillian is in the chair, he claims that it is now that
he is sane, and begs them to release him. One of the signs given to
Jill at the beginning was to follow the instructions of anyone who asks
them to do something in Aslan's name, which the chair-bound prince
does.
A debate follows, focussing on the fact that they could be in danger if
they release him, and yet Puddleglum eventually does: obedience to
their instructions is more important to him than possible consequences.
All ends well; the "real" Rillian was the one in the chair, and after
Puddleglum has released him he destroys the chair and the
enchantment.

Theory One
-The Chair's enchantment symbolise a certain state or "disorder" eg
Bipolar.
- The "Green Lady" who imprisoned Rillian are the "environmental
factors"
- The Chair itself symbolises biological circumstance (Genomics
and
Biochemistry)
-The Overworld is Amor Vitae - Love of (one's) life, "Where there are
trees and grass and sun and stars"
-Medication/ therapy (or other "help" forms) are personified in
Puddleglum or rather his actions. Or rather, we could say Puddleglum is
someone who is trying to help, and he does this by releasing Rillian
from the Chair. The "mode of release being particular help form
employed"
-The "Underworld" is the darkness of an illness
- Under enchantment, the "Overworld" (Or any state of happiness) can
only be visited by Rillian after he has spent his nightly due in the
chair, and only in his Mask. The mask we can say symbolises mania. This
in itself provides him with no real comfort. He returns only to the
overworld permanently and without the mask after Puddleglum releases
him from the chair.

Theory Two
- The Chair and enchantment symbolise the bonds of medication, and the
oppression of coerced convention.
-The lady who imprisons Rillian under the chair's enchantment is moral
weakness. The lady "Seduced him away"
- Puddleglum is Moral strength to resist permanent binding to the
chair...
- The "Overworld" Is Mania
- The "Underworld" is depression

Quotes

Prince Rillian: Friends, when once a man is launched on such an
adventure as this, he must bid farewell to hopes and fears, otherwise
death or deliverance will both come too late to save his honour and his
reason.

"Good morning, Guests," [Puddleglum] said. "Though when I say good I
don't mean it won't probably turn to rain or it might be snow, or fog,
or thunder.You didn't get any sleep, I dare say."

(There is irony in Pudddleglum's Valour and integrity, coupled with his
ridiculous pessimism. Always says it probably won't do any good, but
does it anyway!)

6. The heaven layer

One day I am going to die. Heaven calls down by the gave, I know
because I saw all the falling dust in a dream I had. Its so like the
world I inhabit. Is it my poetic heart or a diamond shard of God in me
and me in him? Fuck, I wish you would stop pulling your faces into a
snarl and see what I see. Wish you would seep in silence, listen.
I don't think I will be able to return to you once I have passed from
the land of shadow and cool moss. Save fragments of my spirit onto a
floppy disc for my son? I do not know where I go only a definition in
what I am and that is that I will never be the same. Daisies on emerald
dew, descended rainbow in a water filled chasm. It is the same on these
the London streets. Always a celestial thread, any place where there is
a person like me to hold it in existence.