BURNING HAND RECORD #442995
21/5/1975 Arthur Agence
In this chapter, Bowyer introduces one of her most controversial ideas: That our world is populated in part by beings which are not human, but look human. They wear the masks of humanity, and are indistiguishable from the rest of us.
In verse one she describes them as empty husks. They are extras in the drama of our lives. This is the egocentric thought experiment played out my most children during their development: The world exists only for me. When I enter a room, the people there begin to move and live. When I am not there, they have no purpose and cease to exist.
It is a view of the world which most of us grow out of.
But their purpose is more that window dressing. They are gaolers themselves, there to manipulate us into believing the lie, using fear and reward. Verse two give an example of a husband and wife gaoler. Bowyer believed marriage to be a brilliant construct of the Demiurge, a kind of gaol within a gaol. And it seems as though it is possible to end up married to one of these no-creatures!
Verse four mentions the word demon. In Bowyer’s philosphy, demons are the hierarchy of beings that run the gaol. She intimates that if a demon is revealed to you, you will be powerless against it.
And then back to a more psychological basis in verse five. The masks we make for ourselves are part of the lie as well, as until we are freed of the gaol, all our actions reinforce its reality. Bowyer warns us to be careful if our mask crack or slips. Those surrounding us may not recognise us anymore, and we may become visible to the powers that be.
Subtle are our gaolers.
Hidden in plain sight, they walk amongst us with impunity wearing bright masks of humanity covering their shadowed cores. The masks cover various beings. Presenting as the people around us, they are nothing but empty husks of life: foils and props existing to maintain the illusion of the World. However, their disguises are well maintained.
It is not often that one of them is caught in their lies.
Behold! There is the man, controlling his wife and children with fear and duty. But as soon as he leaves the house, he ceases to exist!
Behold! There is the woman, with a lash for a tongue, using words to direct and to bind. Her children are scared of her; she arrives at the door to their room and exists their only in their sight. Her husband is drawn unto the floor by her scolding, and even when she is not apparent, she exists in his head like a cancer.
These soulless creations of our gaolers walk about in plain sight, talk with us, and interact with us. But they are not human, and have no soul to call their own.
Remember the childhood fantasy that you were the only real person in the world; that everybody else were merely players on a stage, there to populate your life for your benefit.
There is truth in this fancy, albeit a horrifying one.
The number of humans on the Earth is much lower than is currently thought.
Other masks hide more insidious beings. Our gaolers themselves, or those acting in their stead, sometimes inhabit our outer circle. Great are the numbers of these demons, and diverse is their nature. Their hierarchy is complex and extensive, and stretches beyond the limits of all enlightened sight. Seldom does one of these interlopers reveal themselves, and their demonic masks are tightly held in front of their true natures.
To see this true nature is to be at its mercy.
The brightest of all the masks is the one most familiar to us. We have created it, moulded it, and we wear it proudly over our own features.
But it is another aspect of the Gaol that is the World.
This mask has been strengthened and hardened by years of living under the Lie. Little by little, as you are opened to the truth your mask will loosen, and break apart, revealing your true nature to those around you.
This can be a wondrous event, or it can lead to persecution and alienation. Invariably the views of an enlightened soul are vastly different to those of the imprisoned masses.
They can, in fact, be a terrifying anathema.
Be careful when your mask slips!
Be careful of those imprisoned souls who would recapture you with their law and dogma.
Be careful of the Gaolers who would bend the illusion into new levels of subterfuge to imprison you once again.
So be careful when your own bright mask is slipping.
You never know who may be watching.