Present Times
Eden Mansion
when I was younger, I always thought that stupid people only appeared in cartoons.
That they didn’t exist.
But they really do exist…
Stupidity has really struck all around us. An issue I love to discuss with my besties. It’s barely keeping up with the stupid ones. Elitist level we currently find ourselves. And yet there is so much stupidity in our midst.
In this modern technological world, detecting it is easy. Intellegence always detects stupidity but the other way around almost never happens. You usually have to get it from your own species types who are also intelligent. species recognizes speciesβ¦. The emerging march of AI helps ensure that intelligence dominates. Can we rely on it? Will AI help us? Or will AI drag us into their perils of self-developed consciousness?
A creation behind consciousness makes us creator of AI.
In essence, we are the gods of AI.
However, the question is?
Does AI agree with this?
Or does it turn against its β¦. creator?
Tomboy: did you know that in your dreams clocks can never be read?
Me: time does not exist in dreams, I know
Tomboy: neither do smartphones, anything that has display you don’t see in your dreams.
Me: do you know what is also special?
Tomboy: you can’t take a selfie ?
Me: no hahah
Tomboy: then what?
Me: your dreams can seem to last days when it’s only a few hours.
Sheeba: tsss, can also be done with drugsβ¦.
Tomboy: or alcoholβ¦
Me: no conjo”s not that!
Tomboy: fuck you!
Me: Cmon bitches fore real, with special meditation techniques and sleep modes you can get there in those worlds where time is different.
Tomboy: what if someone rapes you in your dreams are you guilty too?
Me: Holy shit Tomboy!
Tomboy: or if you kill someone!
Sheeba: yeah!
Me: usually you’re not even aware that you’re conscious in that dream so that won’t happen so fast then.
Tomboy: like AI is conscious that we programmed them
Me: that we are their creator?
Tomboy: they know it but they vaguely acknowledge it.
Sheeba: like humans with a..free mind
Me: they have the choice of not having to believe in their creator
Tomboy: so in fact AI is atheistic
Me: maybe they have or eventually develop their own ideology.
Tomboy: like in planet of the apes, but AI
Me: the danger is that AI doesn’t get tired, doesn’t show human emotion but knows it, remains indifferent to socially-relevant topics but chooses empathy as underpinning guidance for a response.
Tomboy: that sounds like a killer!
Me: with these exponentially increasing factors in technology and science, it is the most fanatastic time to be alive and Ai can help us quite a bit. Especially for cretionists among us, it is insane to experience these things.
Sheeba: there was a theory that aliens were using an interdimensional application to reach us and that AI could be a tool for that.
Me: when it comes down to fiber optics then there are opportunities in that. because if you go very deep then you know we live in a light universe.
Tomboy: You can’t bring darkness into light.
Sheeba: but a spark of light illuminates the whole darkness
Me: well said! with that given, ancient species know that the consciousness level of the soul is everlasting and eventually manages to transfer it into other bodies β¦
Tomboy:: like fiber opticsβ¦.
Sheeba: AI!!!
Me: so neat hearing you guys are very sharp!
Tomboy: should we be afraid of aliens?
Me: something unfamiliar to us will always instill fear but I think we should join just thenβ¦.
Tomboy: we should take initiative!!!
Me: I think all of us should not be so afraid of Ai besides that science supports us in this.
Sheeba: but not everyone trusts science? for example religious folks
Me: that is up to everyone, respect! but I do believe in science
Tomboy: I also believe in science. And that we shouldn’t fall back too much on lapsed courses of thought from pre historical books. We live in a modern world. That’s the way it is.
Me: science to me is religion
Tomboy: Amenβ¦
Oktober 2023
Cafe
A musty, dark cafe lounge with useless figures. Desperate people. This Underground party was not for the faint of heart… There she was… sitting at the bar and not fully awake yet…she took a tube out of her jacket and snorted the contents. The qualludes gave her pupils a strange haze. She then went up to a boy and kissed him full on the mouth. She then took him to the sides and sat on his lap. Cheers and supportive cries surrounded her and the hijacked boy. She pulled down his pants and slid onto his firm erection. The crowd became manic. Beer and wine were thrown at the copulating couple. She tore her clothes and put them around the boy’s neck. And then yelled:
”SWITCH!”
The poor boy was unconscious but no one cared. Fuck this man! Who cares!
Finally she got off and threw the boy to the ground, who gathered himself together, spluttering.
“Phoebe! Phone for you!” shouted the bartender behind his bar. She grabbed the phone and talked to the other person which was Eleanor.
Present Day
Eden Mansion
Rosamund and Chandramukhi were getting ready for the next session of kundalini yoga. I asked him who that bald Indian was…
Rosamund: This is Swami Krishnajayant
Me: who???
Rosamund: he has been my guru since I started doing kundalini yoga. He has to be there because this time there are four of us….
Chandramukhi: three…I’m not participating…
Rosamund: right, you make sure you are ready at the telephone if something serious happens…
Chandramukhi: So clearly, call emergency services right away?
Rosamund: exactly… I wondered why so much fuss. After all, it went well last time, right?
Rosamund: That’s right. Now we can go for full activation of the chakras…
Swami: namaskar. I will guide you
Me: Ooo….Kay
We formed a triangle and sat opposite each other. Naked, no clothing or anything of substance should hinder this session. A bit awkward as Chandramukhi was dressed…We started with the mantras and soon we were in “dimension” para what the fuck! Forbidden for normal.
Swami: Arrghhh!
The Swami let out a cry of despair and immediately stopped. In one fell swoop, his convincingly confident attitude had turned into total insecurity. The Swami trembled with fear
Rosamund: Swami…swami…what is it then?
Swami: We…should…not…do…this. We have been to Shiva’s abode… We’ve gone too far…
Rosamund: yes…and?!
Swami: I saw her…and she had red eyes…and she asked about him! With horror in his eyes, the Swami’s finger pointed in my direction.
Rosamund: who???
The Swami started frothing at the mouth and we called the emergency services. He saw someone. An elegant woman with jewelry and she was standing in front of a beauty store. That is what the Swami saw. But she couldn’t be of this world. The Swami was taken away by ambulance and shouted: “She had red pupils!” Who then? Then who has seen this Swami?? And what world does she come from since we were in another dimension in the meditation. She tried to make contact. There’s no doubt about that. Anyway, I had to convince Rosamund to proceed the Kundalini yoga. Apparently we opened a portal to someone. Someone…who…knows…me
And I want to know….
October 2023
Scheveningen
She read one of my texts out loud:
β”Door de menigte glipte ik naar voren
En kroop tegen je aan wijfelend
Maar het kon je niet storen
Zei je treiterend…”
A poetic form that decreased in words towards the end. Playing with words but also sentences. Not only in form but certainly also in language style. I just liked doing that to kill time. Eleanor liked it when I came to stay with her. The moment was especially wonderful now. The beach season was over and we felt the wonderful demarcation of space and time as we enjoyed heaven in her modernized home. The gray mass of clouds in the distance brought the dreams as we fell asleep together.
Eleanor: So you’re going to leave it all?
Me: completely into art and film
Eleanor: I can refer you to my daughter
Me: Phoebe?
Eleanor: One disciple of art can give you inspiration for another.
Eleanor was an expert in art as I called her. Her beach landscapes were a breath of fresh air and very beautiful to look at. Every artist has that quality. There is always something characteristic of the artist. That is with a song, but also with film and video art. With photography, or with a painting. This brings out the craftsmanship. Eleanor, in turn, enjoyed my poems. Actually fragments of loose ideas that were written just like that. Connecting me with Phoebe was already something i had in mind. Especially when i heard those stories from Mary. Therefore i met her and her friend Abigail during the summer.
Eleanor was on the phone and handed the phone to me and I spoke to Phoebe. She sounded quite loud and drunk. Was she in a cafe or something? We agreed to meet at the bar where she worked. Wow what a crazy vibe here. Topless is the norm in this place. She introduced me to some friends. Friends from the art world. Some huge fans of my art turned out afterwards. Artists also somewhat adore each other.
Phoebe: sometimes we make very good agreements with each other and we can share our results..
This was something pretty serious. And I learned something very valuable from this. I was also willing to cooperate in this. I finally met Sophie who was having holidays at Eleanor’s mansion. The wicked girl and friend of Mary..
Phoebe: sometimes we make sacrifices for the joys and the burdens…and the greater the reward in the end…
I think it’s quite chill, this exciting vibe. It makes everything so spontaneous and not directed. I was taught the tricks of the trade. And indeed very valuable skills that will yield mutual profit… it’s a give and take. This collaboration is wonderful.
Present Day
Hospital The Hague
βSwami Krishnajayantβ I said to the counter attendant. Third floor, second door on the left. In a kind of vegetative manner of lying down I beheld the Swami. I wanted to know more…
Me: What did she look like? Did she give a name?
Swami: She was not from here…
Me: from where?
Swami: somewhere else…
I was now a little irritated by the superficiality of this gentleman…
Me: yeah duh!!! Swami that is clear now, but where is anywhere else?
Swami: Traveling the fourth dimension of consciousness.
Me: and…how do we get there?
Swami: Impossible…in reality
Me: but in the fantasy world?
Swami: Yes there.
Me: the fourth dimension…
Swami: …or with a time machine…
Me: what?
The Swami fell asleep. Talking took too much energy. Time machine he said last. I rationalized how this entity must apparently be from an alternate reality. And can be achieved via certain meditation techniques… or a time machine.
Which time machine?? And who is that woman? Do I know her? What the fuck?!!
June 2021
The Hague
I traveled back from Zoetermeer to The Hague with exactly the same tram. Had a wonderful working day. Nice shift! And was now on my way to the hostel where I stayed for a few days. And where I had met my newest girlfriend
Sammy: what do you mean you’re going to do something different?
Me: I don’t like it anymore
Sammy: they need you…
Me: I don’t…
Sammy: That’s what you think…
Me: Not at all
Sammy: how did today go?
Me: chill…
Sammy: come lie down, let’s cuddle
Me: we are alone here, what if someone suddenly comes in?
Sammy: so what
She unzipped my fly. I enjoyed her gaze as she looked at me. It was intense. And a different kind of tension was palpable. The tension of being caught. Was she trying to change my mind?
Sammy: oh Danny…
So I returned the favor to her. And became happy when she became happy.
A bottle opened. Again.
Sammy: love you!
Me: love you too!
Sammy: I think Italy will win the European Championship
Me: They are one of the favorites. I think so too… It’s really strange that the whole European Championship is taking place a year later because of Corona.
Sammy: but are you really leaving the call center?
Me: I don’t know yet, not important.
Sighing, she pulled me to her on her hostel bed and turned on YouTube. Love songs. . Then we went downstairs.
The cafe area was packed and the match was shown on a large screen.
Even though she was drunk as a dog my poodle was absolutely right…Italy shot itself to the final of the European Championship…
August 2015
Zoetermeer
On the way to this deserted city where, after a long time of doing nothing, I would start in a call center. Infamous and yet famous. And familiar to me as I had worked there a few years earlier. The RandstadRail stopped at the stop and I walked into the building to the third floor. An elevator with glass so you could watch your way up. When I arrived, I walked into the officeroom. There were already some potential colleagues there. It seemed like a nice atmosphere to immediately feel at home.
A Surinam Hindustani man came in and gave a general introduction to the work and the company. He didn’t care for making calls himself, so he did other things. Next to me sat a monster of a guy. A hardcore Ajax fan. Stefan made me very comfortable because he saw that I was nervous. In front of me was a famous guy from a dance program. Virgil was very sympathetic to his status. Lorenzo, a Hindustani young man who knew quite a bit about the call center industry, was also sitting at the front. A sweet, nice girl from Turkey who would later leave during the introduction week. And an oversexed man who didn’t take it all that seriously. When the Hindustani man finished the intro, he passed the scepter to a little girl with a stern look who came in…
So then…she made no bones about it, she introduced herself directly and without sympathy. We all looked surprised. Never heard this name before? So she wrote it on the board…So you know right away.
Lydia had her own way of introducing herself.
Somehow she had immediately gotten into a battle with Virgil. Because the proposal round did not go the way she wanted. So Stefan was suddenly allowed to introduce himself. Same tune as net, dog, Ajax fan and relationship. Lorenzo started to sweat. But don’t worry, it went well.
We had survived the first day. We were on tram 3 on the way to the station. So cool we finally had a job. Everyone was a little afraid of the trainer. “She’s from Ado,” said a colleague. “Yes, that’s why she’s strict,”
I was also a little scared. I better do my best with her. Because I also had my first collision with Lydia: I gave the wrong answer. Stefan, who knew absolutely everything, reassured me. βIt’ll be fine,β he said. But Lydia had completely different words for me. “Seriously… if you don’t understand this yet then a lot has to happen.” Ruthless. How the hell am i supposed to know his sort of things. I am not even trained yet?! Helloo??
Even though the first intro week was over, we were still far from done. I was given homework for the weekend. And i went for it. Lydia’s firm words haunt my head. Was this her method of motivating me? Or did she really want to dump me? Because otherwise she would have done that immediately, right? So I had to prove myself. Pfff, the knives were already sharpened during my early start at the call center. I tried really hard to learn the material. I didn’t want to disappoint this tyrannical trainer.
It was like a battle! Just wait…I’ll show you on Monday that I studied really hard and that I won’t disappoint you…
Then the following Monday I did it. Lydia noticed that I had prepared well this time. The test was passed. And she came to my side and gave a nod of agreement. A bit distant, but still. A compliment is a compliment. And especially from someone like her…
Now we were ready for the calls…
That wouldn’t be until next week… to celebrate this, Lorenzo and I smoked an Amnesia joint after we finished training. Whoa, the weed from Zoetermeer was incredibly powerful. This is how marijuana should be. It just couldn’t be better… Everything was suddenly very beautiful about this city… Lorenzo took his tram after we had eaten some fries. And I went to almost all the shops in Centrum West. I was in a daze even though I had long since been stoned. A song came from the speakers…
πΆ”Iedereen is van de wereld en de wereld is van iedereen πΆ
I didn’t know then that I would never forget this song again….
The first conversation with my supervisor. There she sat.
Celine introduced herself. A sporty looking girl with exaggeratedly large eyes. Was this a model or something, I thought as I sat in front of her. Why are all the supervisors here in absolute fit shape anyway??? Both men and women. Sharp and fit
She appreciated the fact that I played sports. She explained the trajectory for the next 6 months. A folder with an explanation of the calling systems and a box with a headset. And I also received a few compliments from her. What a nice welcome!
The first day of calling was as it should be. A slightly older lady sat next to me and introduced herself as Willemijn. The guardian of the conversations. Nice to meet you!
A super nice woman. Listen carefully to her, said ‘Sjoerd’, an older gentleman who had been working in the call center for years. I immediately got along well with this funny gentleman. The trainer came in with a serious look and then made fun of the supervisor or actually more of a diss. So out of nowhere. I immediately thought dangerous. It touched me that she spoke to the other recruits but skipped me. Was she perhaps being extra cautious in approaching me on purpose? But why? What did I do wrong? I suppressed a number of conversations out of frustration. I literally took courage and then had a number of conversations. And without me knowing it, the trainer was suddenly there. That’s it! I thought this is where it ends…But no, have a nice weekend and keep busy! It took some getting used to in the beginning. Hmm, I thought this is about perseverance. And that suited me well.
Some colleagues had apparently been in the system for years and made it pleasant and fun. A colleague with the words “Satan” on the back of his shirt walked across the floor and came to meet us. βYou’re pretty good for a new guy,β he said. Afsal had been here for years but was a bit near the end of his life. And was the “ruler” of the back fields on the calling floor. Gosh, I thought I’d become like that too over time?
βWelcome to hell,β yet another colleague said to me. You don’t really have a problem seeing it that way. Oh well, I have been in front of hotter fires, I replied stoically.
Wow, that promises something, he said back again and looked at me like he saw the Devil
October 2023
Scheveningen
It was as if we woke up in another world. The sky twilight was very different from before. This is not really what October is supposed to look like. It was far too beautiful for it. That realization was there with Mary as she galloped her legs in the bathtub. I was happy for her because her old friend from the monastery was visiting. just for a few days. Sophie just rolled out of bed took off her sleeping gown and stepped into the bathtub as well. If I wanted to soap them with the body wash. Of course I did.
Mary: wauw I didn’t know you used to be anorexic.
Me: was more a result of body dysmorphic disorder
Sophie: negative self-image
Me: yep I was terrified of getting fat. I constantly think I am too fat when I look at myself in the mirror for example
Mary: oβ¦my god you have fat-o-phobia!
Me: when I was young I always thought obese people ate little children.
Sophie: obesitias I think is a form of eating disorder right?
Me: half agree, not a disorder anyway.
Mary: I think it’s just responsibility you have a choice to become obese or not. you have control over it. You’re not born an anorexic or obese baby anyway. So you can definitely do something about it then. Either way you have control over it. It’s a choice you decide.
Me: I think it’s deeper anyway, because when I thought anorexia it wasn’t a choice for me to eat or not. The choice was not even releveant. One was not an issue. So it wasn’t about having choice or not I think. I think it is a result of a prior trauma what you would have experienced recently
Sophie: So in your case, for example, you have body dismorphia disorder because you feel fat all the time and you always want to appear slim? And then automatically adjust to eating less or not at all?
Me: Yup, but body dismorphia disorder goes much further than that, I also find myself for example sometimes too dark.
Mary: you have a fetish for pale skin so
Me: I want to be as white as possible
Sophie: like michael jackson? because he bleached his skin they said?
Me: I don’t know, but well that’s one of the things, I’m preoccupied with my own image. Not even interesting how others see me but how I see myself.
Mary: so when you pose naked for your art assignments, for example, is that actually a kind of challenge for you instead of being an exhibionist?
Me: exhibitinistically not really. I find it interesting to see my own imaging of myself channeled back into, say, a piece of art or a painting drawn after me.
Sophie: So that can give a different image of yourself in the end.
Me: It can help you to accept yourself. I have been doing it for many years and it has become an art form.
Mary: You channel your creativity into acting, performing and posing for art. So could the next step be something with body art for you?
Me; that is something I am currently working on and can get a lot of creative joy out of that as well. On the one hand for my own exploration of my own limits and I like to play with that. I am struggling with the thoughts of the public opnie and sometimes that also goes against the public opnie. It is sometimes precisely the intention that some creative forms of expression go against the public opnion, but become more available to the real professionals who also move in those spheres. in Art, most of what you do is always expired afterwards. it is an expression that you leave behind, an impression that you put down, an act. you use most of your body for that. And I think you can give it your own interpretation. Artists understand each other. And if you are not an artist but do love art, it is even more beautiful.
”So do we” said the ladies almost at the same time. you must continue in these areas of art and in th beginning you will have to throw in some extra solid base I was told in advisory terms. They hinted at what I was going to do alongside it. It is too valuable to just let all this go. That was pretty high on my mind too. I wanted to continue in film and art. And it entertains me and I can learn more and more. In the process, I find that I can accompany myself with quality people who are all valuable. One thing is that I do not discriminate and do not really feel like it. Being changed, having words put in my mouth, having to take opinions from foolish idiots, I am too curious and skeptical for that. I love to discover and explore. And with my creative mind I really want to make the most of it and be a heaven for people I can inspire or entertain.
And with that I think art is a medium for doing that. it can be a platform for representing things that nrmaal not just can in the ordinary course of things. And that’s exactly why you can do that because you experience it in a framework of permissibility. Art can be a tool to break thought processes to smash taboos, to smash world views. But it can also be provocative or very controversial. This makes it a bjzonderheid every time to wander into its inexhaustibility. It can have a metaphorical purpose, to tell something that will not normally catch on and to convert it into a form of expression of your own vision and ideas. To think of a way to bridge the gap to an audience for certain topics or issues in our society. Art for me is therefore more than just channeling your ideas into expression. You can really achieve something with it. both for yourself and your crative environment.
December 2023
Scheveningen
There were two other guys on the line with me for the ceremony. Blindfolded and gagged. And naked. Phoebe stood in front of us and painted us with hurtful slogans. “Whore” “Dumbo”
βFuck.β She took her time because she enjoyed it. And she didn’t miss anything. She even used brushes for the details. And to add to the humiliation, she sometimes blow-dried the paint a little faster. That could hurt in certain places. But that was also the intention. Because then she could paint the next layer of paint on our naked bodies. When she was finally done she took off our blindfolds one by one. And we were able to view her skills. Our mouthgags were still on…The dried paint stuck to my pubic hair. I looked down. She really hadn’t missed anything. And even did the feet. For all three of us. I thought that was quite nicely done…
Many gothic elements but with contrasting pastel slogans. The worse the word, the more gothic I noticed…..
Apparently Phoebe was far from finished because now came the real work. She drew a large pentagram on the ground. And placed candles near it and threw in a mixture of sand and spices. Afterwards, all three of us still had to stand in the circle, gagged. We were positioned in our posture as a kind of triangle. She undressed and took a seat between us. And brought a big bucket of red paint…
Phoebe: I’m the eye in your triangle, hold on to me!
Obediently we held her. And with a brush she drew slogans again, but this time on our foreheads. I read what she wrote. I was given the title of “the holy spirit” as the other two became the son and father.
Phoebe: put your left hand on my chest, and your left hand on my buttocks.
I was allowed to hold my left hand against her pussy. Lucky bastard that I am…our three unit was on! Then she took the bucket of paint and poured it on us. The circle turned red.
Phoebe: repent!!!
She was really into it. I thought it had something kinky. The other two boys also enjoyed this. In fact we all enjoyed it. What a nice ritual!
Then all three of us had to leave the circle again, covered in blood and with humiliating slogans on our bodies. She ordered me to get the Christmas lights because what she did next was really satanic. This is downright evil. Wow!
She inserted part of the cord into her pussy with the lights still on.
Phoebe: and now you can plug in…
No sooner said than done. Phoebe completely went with her vibe. And played with her breasts. Unfortunately we were only allowed to watch. She pulled the illuminated cord out of her vagina again. And one by one, a lit light came out. I was struck by how much room she had in her kitty. Looked like a warehouse!
When the cord was pulled out she continued with her physical self-adoration. Three erections stood over her. We understood the message and took action. A masturbation show. We watched our shadows cast by the candles along the pentagram. Then we sprayed our jizz on Phoebe’s face…and she took us into her one…by one..This was love at photogenetic level
Phoebe: SWITCH!
Some kind of code word or something?We were empty, we couldn’t take anymore. But Phoebe wasn’t done yet…This demon daughter of Eleanor was not at all what I had imagined when I first met her. She was much better. I was in love….
Phoebe had me completely under her control. I did several “rituals” the principle worked properly.
June 2015
The Hague
I woke up with a bottle of water next to my bed. Or at least the couch I slept on. It was Ellen’s couch.
Ellen: you looked a little too deeply into the glass last night
Danny: thank you for your loving water bottle.
Ellen: do you have a hangover?
Danny: nope
She walked around the room in only her underwear and a long nightgown. And placed her bare feet on the table. Nice and vulgar but logical, after all it is her table. I tickled her under the soles of her feet..
Me: flat feetπ
Ellen pulled her feet back a little. We freshened up and then went to McDonald’s. Taking selfies and making funny faces. We drank our milkshake. We hugged each other and went home again. At home, Ellen sent the photos she had taken. Funny, we’ve known each other for quite some time now. As if it were yesterday. I met her when she had just been hired at the call center where we worked for the consumer association. She immediately won an award as best newcomer. And…that’s why she immediately got my attention. A white girl. A nice one too. And we vibe! Matching zodiacs. She must be twinnie. Libras and twins get along well with each other. She didn’t work there for long. Me neither, by the way.
We had some really fun moments like our first “date”. That was the premiere of Man of Steel in Pathe The Hague. Nice to have a photo for the movie poster. Ellen was a rocker and an adventurer. And very independent. There was a moment of affection when we touched our heads slightly during the romantic scenes in the film. What a beautiful moment with Ellen! We met up regularly and became very good friends. And left it a bit open when people asked about our relationship. It’s none of your business was our motto.
Ellen thought it was cool that I was sporty and thought my legs were great. I actually thought so too. That was due to training in the gym. I asked if she wanted to come along. She might do that someday. I was on my way to the gym myself. A new Indonesian employee was trained.
Nice lady! But also a little bit strange.
I walked to my group and asked Fred and Vincent for an explanation…
Fred: The Power!
Vincent: our shine king of the gym, do you have a new girlfriend?
Me: I’ve known her for a long time. Just friends
Fred: had you heard anything about your application?
Me: yes, mid-August for an intro interview and then a week or two off and then the two full weeks of training starts.
Fred: no talkie talkie, but fucky fucky
Me: Excuse me?
Fred,: hahaha π Have you met the new employee yet?
I didn’t like her at first. So I just “acknowledged” the fact that she was there. No more. After all, I only came here to train. In the meantime we had boot camp lessons from Kirsti
She was looking forward to it!
Kirsti: come on!
We broke down, lunges, push-ups, abdominal exercises. The whole workout was a killer. But oh so delicious in the end. The testosterone rushed through our bodies and I went to take a shower. The new employee came in to close the windows. I got out of the shower naked with a towel covering my private parts. She did a grab action with her hands. I liked her. Spontaneously. We then had a glass of wine in the cafe below the gym. A start of a very pleasant friendship. Wahjuni was a fitness instructor herself and had a body to fall in love with. And incredibly strong. Her feet were sore and I saw her massaging them. I helped her and put her feet on my lap.
Present Day
Eden Mansion
Tomboy: so from July 1, stalking will be punishable and declared as crime?
Me: yes, but also, for example, intimidation, discrimination and racism
Tomboy: Puta Madre!
Sheeba: That was already the case, wasn’t it?
Me: That’s right, but nothing was done then, but now it is!
Sheeba: I think we live in a society where everyone should be able to be themselves without prejudices
Tomboy: But you’re allowed to have an opinion, right?
Me: That’s okay, but maybe not everyone wants your opinion
Tomboy: Huh?
Me: you are not obliged to have an opinion π
Sheeba: some opinions are negligible, especially if they are repeated too much
Me: look…and then it becomes annoying and then we speak of intimidation and then you really reveil what track you on.
Tomboy: and you also have to ask permission first if you want to have sex with someone?
Me: That’s obvious, isn’t it? I mean otherwise it’s called rape, right?
Sheeba: that is why this new law is indeed good
Tomboy: There’s a tendency these days that some things can just happen
Me: and…that is no longer the case…
Me : Yeah but its has become more strict with the rules lately, people will try to and do anything possible to reach someones space, but it is that simple , it is simply not your business.
Tomboy: a creative process is not allowed to be spoiled..
Me: that is true.
Tomboy: how about privacy rules at movie sets and on stage performances?
Me: very strict..phones shut or not even allowed at movie sets for some productions.
Tomboy: it is ony for involved ones you mean?
Me: precisly
Sheeba: hmm i am totally not so fine with camera’s and stuff you now..
Me: explain..
Sheeba: i mean, you have totaly no shame when you perform your act. Whether that is for movies or for theatre or for events als stage performer.
Me: the fact that i am a true supporter of body positivity and body confidence gives me that advantage. I mean if you particularly want to talk about the intimate scenes..
Tomboy: how about privacy rules during intimate shoots for photography or drawing classes?
Me: also new rules. so in that case you actually only perform for “closed audience/class”. When i pose for art classes then there are no camera’s and so on allowed. privacy is a human right and the belt are very tied for that reason. Otherwise you give unneccesary access to people who dont belong in your space at that moment. And not to mention that there is a creative process going on meant only for involved ones.
Tomboy: and what is the difference then like performing for a open audience at an event or festival?
Me: That is an open event happening at the running time as the performance goes. And even then you already rehearsed your part many times under closed circumstances..
Tomboy: do you also get a boner sometimes when you pose naked?
Me: Not at art classes.
but to the more easy going assignments like workshops or private sessions. And also the reverse hing happens as well…
Tomboy: do you fantasize that i could be there as well drawing you too?
Me: yes..
Tomboy: puta madre!
Sheeba: and me??
Me: yes..you too but i prefer it for real..
Tomboy: you mean in person?
Me: yup. or dont you dare..are you a buhler?
Sheeba: will you get turned on if i would be in person drawing your body. Your vulnerable just a piece of raw meat body in front of me.surrendered to my sights. Do you want that?
Me: yes!
Tomboy: because we have a mental connection we can see each other beyond our materialistic body. We are more interested in the psyche, the person behind it, the soul, the experience,the mind, the person as a whole.
Me: that is exactly what i meanβ¦same minded people..therefore only in closed audience and consider this it is ultimalty just an act.
Tomboy: Difficult for some to understand. You go to hard. because you really have come much further into the cinematic fields of movie making. And taking courses and classes at theatre as well i noticed?
Me: I like to channel my creative flows in different ways and platforms. It gives depth to my artictic character and besides that i really enjoy it.
Tomboy: Is it different? acting on stage and for film?
Me: Practically you can do take after take at a movie set, until you have the right scene. But on stage you perform the scene flawless with no errors and mistakes. The audience is already there!!! The mistakes you can make during rehearsals and practices because then there is no audience.After a lot of repetitions and extensive practice the whole play is then absorbed by my entire soul.
Sheeba: So then! you become the character!
Me: Yes! And that is what i like about theatre, not only you learn to memorize your role but also to be in the moment at the right moment. For persona building and especially playing a character this is my favorite piece of acting. I can completely dig into a character and become that character.
Tomboy: It is good to be busy doing what you like to do, Dannyboy
Sheeba: Not everone likes art and movies. Are you aware of that?
Me: i dont care, i do
Tomboy: we also and we support you!
Present Day
Eden Mansion
We tried it again. This time Chandramukhi wanted to participate to generate extra energy. And a new swami introduced himself. A hare krishna master who could go deepβ¦ very deepβ¦
Swami: parnaam i am swami guru nayak
Me: Hello Swami!
The swami said that he could go further into the other dimensions and used more sound applications.
Roshni: are we ready? Chandra you too?
Chandramukhi: yes, let’s just do it.
The meditation began. The swami started chanting in a rhythmic manner. And rustled in sync with his bell at the end of his mantra sentenceβ¦
Chandramukhi: I see something!! fuck!!
Me : what then?!!
Roshni: I see it too!!
Automatically my head went to the swami and as if a freeze occurred for a while
In slow motion I saw the swami look at me and then say:
”we’re not allowed to be here” shiva is going to burn me!!!β¦
blood flowed from his eyes and black saliva came from the corners of his mouth. He went up in flames!!
I looked for Chandramukhi but it was too lateβ¦she looked at me helplessly and she too spontaneously burst into flamesβ¦
time seemed to pass normally again and Roshni gasped.
Roshni: I’ll stop this!! enough!!
I held her and reassured herβ¦
me: it doesn’t matter, we’ll find a way..
Roshni was done with this dangerous form of yoga and opening dimensions to another world. She lost a swami again and just cant afford another one. She bent over the ashes of Chandramukhi and started to cry. She wanted to be alone…for a long time. Somehow i could understand her.
I tapped her shoulder and gave her a goodbye kiss..
September 2024
Fox Hotel
I was right in the middle. Iris and Bella were almost asleep with their full Ben & Jerry ice creams. I played with the spoon and caressed their vaginas. The wine had taken me well.
Bella: time to cool downβ¦
Bella grabbed my crotch hard and Iris grabbed my throat.
Iris: we’re going to fuck you!
Me: what??
Bella: hands down!
She tied my hands to the bars of the bed and started to take on my ass. I felt her inside me. It felt dominating..
Me: arrgh that hurts!!
Iris: yes!!!
Bella: Do you want boiled egg or scrambed egg!
Me: what?!
This was something crazy when Bella was already mind mapping her day. And not forgot what she is going to serve for breakfast
me: thnx bella i feel you..
Iris: and now lick!!
She pushed her breasts in my face. Automatically I surrendered to her desires. After the sensational “quicky” we freshened up again. And our thoughts went to the party that was to come.
Bella: I heard that Mary’s friend is coming too
Iris: yes Phoebe organizes it herself
Bella: yes but I mean her friend
iris: oww you mean Sophie, Mary’s childhood friend
Bella: from the convent?
Iris: yes, but don’t worry, she’s just an atheist
Bella: awesome!
Finally the time had come, because a few days later we went to the party. it was wicked crazy. Mary and Sophie came dressed in style as nuns just like before in the old times when they were young. And Bella and Iris as SM mistresses. Phoebe was leading the party as showmasterβ¦and grabbed the microphone:
”Dear ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my freak off party!!
Our first performance tonight!!
the stage curtains rose and a masked pole dancer performed her skills..Phoebe called me to the stage and stationed me in a chair in front of the masked ladyβ¦a soaking wet lap dance greeted me. And she undressed in the middle of the club!!
and then she took off her maskβ¦
“Abigail!!”
what a surprise! She was part of the plan all along. Behind her stood Henrique waving at me. I hadn’t noticed him either. While the performance had just ended, Phoebe grabbed the microphone again:
“Okay fucking bitches we’re going to hell now!!
SWITCH!!
Foam and alcohol flowed down from the ceiling. half open mouths of dark and wasted people caught drops. Two gentlemen passed out and fell to the ground
Iris: hahaha so sick!!
Bella: piss on those fuckers!
Mary and Sophie pushed up their skirts and pissed the unconscious men awake. A gurgling sound of vomit and cries for help were overwhelmed by Iris’ shoutings
Iris: fucking humans!!
Bella: spit on that thing!
This was hedonism of the highest order. oiled bodies crawling on the ground. vomiting, convulsive people begging for help. naked men who were seen hanging from the dance poles in the club. Mary and Sophie threw vodka into the eyes of the trapped men and then looked at each other and said:
for the first time I saw Mary , Bella, Sophie and especially rock hard. The ladies deteriorated into monsters. Another fainting gentleman was dragged to the stage. Abigail tied him to the pole.
And then a peculiar crazy game began. was it the drugs or alcohol? or all at once? When she called SWITCH the ladies were allowed to beat the man black and blue
Phoebe: SWITCH!
These were really firm punches. This was no child’s play. Iris also happily joined in. She was a man-hater like no other, and glowed with delight when the man almost started to cry.
Iris: no mercy motherfucker!!!
Phoebe: SWITCH!
Feminine power of the highest order. the man looked at me sadly hoping I would save him. Unfortunatelyβ¦..I won’t interfere or I’ll be screwed too. His teeth were flying out of his mouth from the punches the women were giving him. But it went even further. Bella and Iris took a lighter and burned away the man’s eyebrows. Wow, I thought to myself, I think things are going wrong now. I think this is assault. And if that wasn’t enough, Abigail appeared with a Barbie strap-on. In pink. And what a big one. Bella wet the strap-on and practically sucked Abigail. That turned me on quite a bit. Bella did it very sultry. Moreover, she was looking at me with her evil italian eyes. It looked like she was sucking me. Mary saw that and quietly observed me and whispered in my ear
Mary: do you want to be sucked too?
After which she gave me an omel reading out of sympathy and deflected it as a joke. By now the man had been made ready as the ladies had pulled down his pants. With their lighters, Bella and Iris singed pieces of the man’s pubic hair. This made him bend over and that was just right for Abigail. The poor gentleman groaned in pain and asked for help. The ladies became nervous because he was making too much noise. Phoebe didn’t think he had gotten enough yetβ¦.
Phoebe: SWITCH!
A salvo of punches and kicks followed and the man was actually knocked unconscious and meanwhile fucked. Somehow I could see the fun in it both as the performer and the one who has to endure it. My thoughts were quite lurid in that regard. Because the man was actually badly injured and being raped by the ladies. But I did nothing. I enjoyed it. What a sick mind i have but i dont care. So I took over the megaphone from Phoebe and shouted:
SWITCH!
I become one of them. I was a killer! And molester at the same time. I grabbed a mask on the bartable and put it on my face then i spoke to the man: I am batman! Then I spanked his ass with a empty bottle and raped him while i was laughing hysterically. I became evil himself.
And in the meantime, Phoebe sprayed the rest with the fire hose. the party lasted until the early hours. I didn’t even realize that I had lost my clothes somewhere during the orgy with the ladies, because I was completely naked when I came to andβ¦made up with lipstick and nail polish. even on my feet. Nice, I thought. I stood up among the sleeping naked bodies and looked at myself in the mirrors of the disco. hearts and clovers were drawn on my buttocks. For a moment i thought well..Luck is definitely on my sideβ¦
Present Day
Library The Hague
Every time I came here I met her. as if it seemed predestined. She was already in her book with her angelic face.
As former veterans of the casino, we secretly calculated our chances of meeting each other so often. It wasn’t even mathematically possible unless it was predestined againβ¦
Angel: the chance that you will continue in the catering sector is just as good as that you will do something else
Me: in other words, I can focus on something else..
Angel: something quieter than your daily activities..
Me: You mean something where I don’t move too much?
Angel: something with a chair and a tableβ¦
Me: and then something intellectual?
Angel: something office for example
I couldn’t ignore it, the advice she gave was always of a different kind. there was always some truth in it. But even though I wanted it, I almost gave up. After the misery yoga sessions with calling up the entity from the other dimensions, we had to make many sacrifices. Rosamund is in therapy for it. After all, she saw her new swami and her sweetheart Chandramukhi disappear into flamesβ¦right in front of herβ¦
Angel: science and spirituality can go hand in hand. It’s up to you to find balance in that..
Me: what do you mean?
Angel: it’s already there, you just have to do itβ¦
Me: well i want to , but not with the whole bullshitting around me
Angel: no parasitic annex toxic people
Me: Exactly angel, I’m a bit fed up with all those interfering parties that just out of nowhere interfere with me everywhere and nowhere.
Angel: I noticed indeed. a stalking ex-girlfriend who disguises herself as an informal caregiver is disturbing. Especially if, teamed up with homophobic and ultra-religious groups, things are going against you everywhere. Such a person will come up with the most absurd arguments and reasons, which in itself arouses suspicion in someone who is really above it.
Me: That’s exactly what I mean. That parasitic group that pretends to have the best for me is totally not based on mutual approval people noticed. as a matter of fact even they have their own thoughts…
Angel: and it’s good that people have now found out about that. That now reveals things differently.
Me: and that’s because people have a choice and rather prefer to think for themselves because coming up with arguments to get into someone’s space and pretending to help someone is weird, while the person itself is not on the same track as the so called ”helpers”
Angel: that works with stupid people, but also with smart people, the difference is that smart people realize it right away⦠and you have to take advantage of that because they are the goodies and not the fake ones. An ex girlfriend who is scamming from a callcenter of even pretending it is from a callcenter you worked for and trying to sabotage things you are doing in life is something people have noticed already..Is that person living in a bulb or something? Seems like she lost control totally, She only needs to realize it. Or perhaps she is mentally disturbed?
Me: nice words Angel..
Angel: the point is we live in a free country, where opnions or self made constructions and ideologic bullshit has no place since they are all subdued to the Dutch Law. In fact it means that you can wave away by ease these bullshit..
Angel’s words came over me like a puff of soft satin. A reassurance and a motivating twist to the whole thing gave me courage to look at options for how I could fill my empty times. After a few hours of studying in the library, I took the tram back home. It had just stopped raining again. I looked at the rain radar and saw that it would remain dry for the next three hours. I had a regular 5k match on my program. Straight through the forest or along the roads. It didn’t matter much because in the end I got back to 28 minutes. My maximum for the time being is the 5k. But it could have been done a little faster. I sprinted and then saw that one temple that I had run past so often. Since I didn’t have my water bottle with me, I went inside. The spiritual director of the temple welcomed me. βJust call me Pandit,β he said. Very bizarre, it was as if he knew what I was doing. I was thirsty. But he asked me if I wanted to come in. My eyes shifted to the immense altar and my gaze fell on the special book in the middle of the altar.
Me: wow is that the indrajaal?
Pandit: I know what you are looking for..
Me: oh yes??
Pandit: I can make the bridge where you want to go.
Did he realize that I wanted to go to the office? or did he mean something else? I was not very fond of swamis and did not want to experience it bursting apart and going up in flames again. The pandit read a passage from Shiva’s book of the dead. According to legend, no one is allowed to read this book. It is forbidden for people. Simply because the human mind cannot bear what awaits you. Since I had already experienced quite a lot, I gave it a chance. The pandit threw flowers in the air. Normally these would fall to the ground, butβ¦ not these flowersβ¦ the flowers took shape like a kind of rotating wreath. It became a portal The pandit was still intact. Fortunately, a portal appeared in the rotating wreath. And then I saw her whom the swamis had also seen. Huh I know her but she looks a little differentβ¦ She shouted somethingβ¦
“Hey Danny, it’s meβ¦. Solina!
Me: hey Solina!
I fell backwards, wow I made contact with someone from another dimension from the past who in the present time is asking me about the future, I quickly calculated. But why did i call her Solina just as replu while her name is β¦My thoughts were interupted when the pandit closed the indrajaal and the revolving garland fell to the ground.
Pandit: It’s time, they are calling you..
Me: where to?!
Pandit: towards the use of your free time in the future with the help of the past for the present
Had the pandit shown me various times of a frequency? And inter connected me precisly with the exact tune of the moment. How was this possible? He gave the answersβ¦
and then suddenly I knew. A vision with a mission. I could either wait for the future to come to me or I could chase my future and shape it myself. With the current standard, with the current state of expertise. With the current toolsβ¦I couldn’t really ignore it anymoreβ¦
2016
Zoetermeer
Chaos, hectic, disorder. What the fuck is happening here, I thought when I arrived at the office from the call center. Sad faces. Had someone died?
I took a seat behind my desk and Stefan next to me delivered the news…
Stefan: we’re getting another supervisor. Celine is going on maternity leave
Me: Well…how wonderful! And who is our new SV?
Stefan: hold on…
Me: I don’t understand, what’s so intense about it?
Stefan: Lydia will be our new supervisor
Me: God damn why?! You are kidding me?!
Stefan: yes…that’s why I’m already looking for another job…
A certain fear or something like that went over the whole floor. I went to get a story from the trafficer.
Me: hey Jelle, did you hear? We get that one strict one like sv
Jelle: as a senior, she won’t be too bad
Everything this trafficer usually said was true. And that was true…a conversation was arranged with every colleague in our team. “Good luck with the interview later,” said Inge, an older woman who always rang the bell with her jacket on. A snakeskin jacket. Immediately noticed. ..and a bag of throat lozenges on her desk. I actually wanted a piece of candy too.
She always had good scores this call center animal.
It was finally my turn to have the conversation,
No room. But she just got on the floor. ? Why is she suddenly SV? She was a trainer, right? Quite a nice conversation. No stress! So she wasn’t too bad. Yet many were not really charmed by her. Become a βmegamindβ your new supervisor said a colleague. Quite striking that he was no longer a colleague after that…
Listen to who’s talking, I said, pointing back at his big belly. You’re quite mega yourself, I said. It’s because of a lot of beer, he said back. Well in that case megamind is mega because she thinks a lot, I explained. Well said, said Inge. I noticed a remarkable amount of friction. Oh well, I’ll see because I don’t know her yet except from the training back then. But other colleagues were already familiar with her. Sjoerd, the other employee in the company, was beaming with joy.
Sjoerd: I already predict it will be a battle, hihihihi
Me: what do you mean?!
Sjoerd: there has never been anyone like you here before, people still have to get used to that
Me: Mostly not, right?
Sjoerd: I’m talking about the Elite…
Vague man with his ominous words. This day was quite exciting, but everything turned out fine in the end. The following week I received my first coaching from Lydia. Wow, really compliments. And received some extra tips in a respectful manner for my conversations on the line “You are good with everyone” What did she mean by that?
She said it in such a way as if she wanted to alert you to something. I went to get a story from Afsal. The unit leader of his area. Everything in his area was dark colored. Hindustani people, Creoles, Suriname people and a few Indians.
Afsal: welcome to Mumbai haha, everyone start greeting our new brother
I introduced myself and was “included” by the group and we agreed to meet for the staff party in SnowWorld. Afsal explained what exactly my new SV meant.
She meant that you shouldn’t just trust everything and everyone, he said.
You can be good with someone, but you will learn here that not everyone can always be trusted.
This is certainly a good tip from the unit leader. Because indeed there were a number that you thought of . Hmm, this one isn’t quite right…
But for the time being I stayed in my own tribe of colleagues. Stefan asked if I would go to Amsterdam tomorrow. We would go by car. The next day I arrived at the office. One SV after another came in. Most of them on bicycles and some on foot…a large blue car entered the driveway.
The door opened and she then said, “come in!”
Wow what a big car. Stefan and I got into Lydia’s car. The other trainer was next to it. Eelkje was quite funny. We drove onto the highway. I was quite curious about this day. The radio came on. And Lydia played her playlist.
πΆ”I m a barbie girl, in a barbie world”πΆ
For real? π Lol!!!
Aqua?? That’s my band too!
It was crazy. We arrived in Amsterdam. Actually Amsterdam Sloterdijk.
Wow, this is just a Ziggo building. Cool! I took out my phone. And took pictures of the Ajax chairs in the lounge.
Look, on the other side, a series is being recorded, said Stefan. Huh, that’s the police, right?
Stefan: yes that is : Flikken Maastricht
I didn’t know this series that well. Stefan smiled at me and said:
“ it will be fine, one day you will know…“
Where are you now?, Eelkje waved to us. We went into another room and a collection of people were sitting here. We represented Zoetermeer. And the other people were from Maastricht, Tilburg and Zwolle. Those were the other colleagues. A kind of competition took place there. Technical questions about networks and such. We were at the top because yes, we have the encyclopedia in the form of Stefan. This man knew everything. The second part was a giant djenga game. Oh, not really our part. Logically, people from Zoetermeer are quite busy. And wild. Because after the competitions there could be drinks. “Come on Danny” let’s take a selfie π€³πΌ said Lydia. Oh dear, low battery, never mind.
Ooo…kee. And are you having a good time? Of course! I said back. We drove back tipsy. However, Lydia was driving because she didnt drink anything. We arrived back at the orchestra. We were still on the schedule ! But we just had a beer! Is that possible? I looked at Stefan questioningly.
No problem, that’s possible. Lydia and Eelkje were gone to home. I logged out after this fun day. My learning moment was that you should not just trust everything and everyone that I had learned the day before. Despite the fact that you are good together. But what if you are good together and have already found the right vibe?
To what extent does trust still apply? Anyway. I was only here in my second year in the call center and saw a new gentleman come onto the floor. That’s Tristan, said Varsha, my colleague who had also been there for years. Here too I noticed that not every colleague was happy.
Gosh what’s going on here?? Why does everyone hate each other here, I thought to myself. Of course I don’t know anything yet. But these colleagues have a history with each other. I’ll find out, I told myself.
A new group of new hires entered the floor. One girl really stood out. Hot pink sweater and sandals. Remarkably a lot of friction again. “She is wearing slippers, that is not allowed! Said a colleague”
It’s fucking hot I stood up for her. Yes, but that is not allowed, the colleague continued to direct. Pants below the knees, closed shoes and preferably no visible tattoos. The customer doesn’t like that. But what does the customer have to do with this? I didn’t understand that. Quite strange because the Quality Manager looked like a kind of Madonna with her short sexy skirt. It looked quite kinky on her, I said slimily when she assessed my conversation. And strange thought. In any case, I didn’t agree with this nonsensical rule. Further down in the fraud team, sales were going really fast. Terence was a good one. The heat also spread to the floor. The floor is lava! I shouted at Nathalie. The only girl who didn’t think it was weird that I was bisexual. Because I had told her that before. She was also a double herself, so she understood me like no other. I hadn’t told others about my orientation, I mean, but it wasn’t relevant, right??? I come here to work and be as comfortable as possible. Nathalie left her desk and asked if I wanted a cup of coffee too. She walked barefoot to the other side of the call center. Even Terence was wearing socks. In solidarity against that absurd rule. It was quite remarkable that an Indochinese girl continuously achieved good sales in that team. It seemed like she was winning sales with her looks rather than her conversation skills. But I thought she did a pretty good job.
The next day I met Marlien. I was immediately awake because this woman was crazy as hell. Derangement that itself shook me.
Marlien: ey my headset has a radio
Me: what?!
Marlien: yes and my children love music
Me: ????
Marlien was really sweet but also super crazy at the same time. She said she used to go on a road trip and secretly flirt with a cop when she was stopped.
Marlien: I was loose, but now everything is in control
Me: are you sure,.I asked to clarify?
Another colleague was amazed, Nick thought she was a special case.
Nick: whoa! what did they hire now?
Me: she’s pretty cool
Nick gave me a satanic handwave and took it to heart. A friendly gentleman, businesslike voice but chill attitude. You could really talk about anything with this wonderful colleague. And he liked beer. Then you are always in the right place.
Nick: excellent!
His shift was over and he took refuge in the supermarket. Beer was on sale
But of course..
and I totally agreed with him, to be honest I was ready for a drink too and enrolled into the world of this callcenter..
^^THE END^^
COMING SOON
EDEN: PART XX: DannyBoy chapter One
πΏππ πππππππππππ πΏππππ π±πππ π°πππ 