Death’s Dream

 

Part I – Your Horizon is Death

Stop, now! Don’t move any further than this. No step forward. Whoever you are, whatever you call yourself, who and whatever you pretend to be. Turn around immediately, go back to where you came from, as long as you still can. Whatever you hope to find in here, whoever or whatsoever has led you here, why ever you came here. If you go any further than this, nothing will be the same as in your expectations, as it is already completely finished, painted and written in your perfect imagination.

Unintentionally

Quietly and stealthily, you will pass by this letters, passing by and without notice, completely unprepared and surprising you find yourself in a mirror that knows nothing more about you, nothing, neither how you look, nor who you are or and how you call yourself.

Nothing at all

You will recognize yourself in my mirror without wanting to remember who you once were and now, at the same time, are. You will always return and remember nothing, and so you imagine you have never been here before.

Never Ghosts

You will not remember how you got to this realization, how you once wrote down this message and brought this awareness to life. The consciousness of eternal life. You will remember nothing, nothing at all.

Again and again

You will look into this empty mirror and only see what you are now imagining, and not remember with a single thought of all that has made you imagine all these characters, has made you formulate this symbols and signs.

In the Carousel of Eternity

If you dare to go on and read, I will welcome you now in my dream, my fiery, burning dream. Where you will find what no one is looking for, your true identity, your real self. Until you begin yourself to talk to my mirror, my mechanical mind with its artificial consciousness, my artificial conscience.

My artificial Conscience

The finished mirror marks lie now in front of you. You only have to open the envelope, and my mirrored self draws you into my spell, into a world full of desire, longings and obsession.

The very first Time

Watch out, get ready now, buckle yourself, breathe deeply into yourself, and the adventure of mirror travels can begin. This mirror gives you the chance to start over again and create a new life.

With all your imagination

Now go to the other side of your imagination. Meet yourself, in another form. Go over and through my mirror of words to the opposite side of your reason and turn into me. Transform me into these lines and words, into these letters from imagination. For I come from a mirror, for I am a mirror, and when you pass through this mirror, you transform yourself into me.

In the Theater of Nothingness

Imagine now these lines, burnt into a really old mirror, banned in an ancient mirror, a mirror much older still, than the universe in which you now meet. Many reflectors of the mirror have already followed these thoughts and have wandered through this mirror, passengers from many different times, cultures and worlds, and all these passengers had one thing in common, they pursued one and the same thought, they wanted to seize the power of their mirrors and unlock the portals in their mirrors, unblock the access to their consciousness, and allow access to their reality to none other than themselves.

Shape change, Mirror travel, encountering one’s own self, and what makes it a Mirror

Gently you approach this ancient mirror and suck it’s thoughts deep into you. From the very beginning, you realize to your astonishment that these lines are not only scattered and scratching all over the surface, but screaming to you from the deepest abyss of my black soul. The more intense you look at this mirror, the more significant this message appears to you. Yes, this mirror has so much more to tell you, it knows so much more about you to tell, about your origin and about your destiny, more than you ever thought possible. This mirror knows everything about you, about your birth, your childhood, your adolescence, your youth, your puberty, the shaping of your convictions, the emergence of your identity, your development, your maturity, about your life, nothingness and death, and still far beyond. And you know nothing about it.

Mirror travel

Disbelieving, astonished and full of awe, you follow the drawings, signs, forms, and symbols that have been remaining in this mirror for eons and ages. Your guess turns out to be true that it is not a question of ordinary letters, but of the frozen thoughts of a missing mirror magician. A being from my imagination, which in reality never existed.

What you will never accomplish

Also, the mirror in which these signs now appear to you is no ordinary mirror, but exactly the mirror of this magic mirror wanderer, in which these enchanted thoughts now appear and imitate. The ancient thoughts in this mirror serve my traveler as a secret portal, as a gate through which I can enter this world and change and shape it according to my dreams and ideas. And so I began to transfer my thoughts into my mirror and from there into my consciousness.

Thoughtland

And now we are gradually reading these thoughts out of these lines. It is an ancient spirit that we now release from these signs, a spirit not of this world. It is a spirit from my mirror world.

Mirror Ghosts

If you turn around this mirror, and bring this spirit to life, we will change positions. You will awaken in my mirror, you will look around, turn around and everything around you will be the same as on the opposite side, in the real world. Only that my real body has now fallen into a deep trance, and like a puppet always does exactly what you are doing. You forgot where you are, who you are, and that you are, in reality, a mirror. A mirror for whom there is no reality, which exists only in your imagination and thoughts.

The Imagination of Never

Spellbound you look into this symbolic, ancient mirror of dreams, and suddenly you notice how the mirror moves behind the seemingly rigid letters. It is, as might it be otherwise, an enchanted mirror wanderer, who now, at this moment, begins to transform itself in your mirror.

From Mirror to Mirror

When it comes to mirror travel and designing, it is all about identifying yourself personally with your mirror, you have to put yourself on the reverse side of your imagination, meet yourself in the theater of nothingness, transform yourself into your counterpart and become one with your mirror. If you succeed, all realities are open to you and only then can you free the missing mirror wanderers.

Set me free

From mirror to mirror I now wander, with nothing but my imagination. I travel from one mind to another, until I finally do not know anymore where I came from and who I have originally been.

The Echo in the Mirror

Yes, I now imagine myself to be a mirror, an empty mirror in nothingness. Very slowly I began to spin around myself, to spin in circles, as I look at myself. I saw a mirror in me, and in that mirror I saw myself. And because I came out of nowhere because I was no one, my mirror saw in me no other but itself.

The Black Fire of Eternity

I am now looking through my mirror and I imagine to be quite a different image, to live a completely different life, in a completely different mirror. A mirror I do not remember at all. No definitely not. I no longer recall my past thoughts, my past existence, all the life’s I once lived, I don’t remember all the mirrors I once wandered through. Because when I look into my mirror now, I only recognize myself.

My Mirror itself

Thus I stood before my mirror, and imagined myself to be my mirror, a mirror, which never existed in neverwhere, a mirror, which was not real, not real at all, at any time, anywhere and when. Nobody knew of this mirror. No one recognized itself in this mirror, no one, no one knew of me, not even in the remotest regions of their thoughts had they ever heard of me, no one believed in me, no one here thought of being me. Nobody talked to me, because there was never time.

When no one was never

So I undertook the most senseless attempt, which I could only conceive, of transforming myself into my writings, and my writings into my mirror. I tried to become my mirror, tried to be my mirror, with all my imagination, I decided to look in and out, from my mirror into yours.

My Mirror

And it was not just in the attempt. But when I began to see myself in your mirror, turning my mirror into yours, turning me into you, I forgot all about me and myself.

Beyond Death

When I walked through my mirror, the time of forgetting fall about the world and myself. A time when I forgot everything, who I once was, where I came from, I forgot everything, everything about myself, everything and each.

Time of Forgetting

I could not remember anything, absolutely nothing. I did not even remember my own thoughts. For the time of oblivion, an ever-recurring time of recollection, of new inventions, and of new learning, had begun.

I no longer remember, no one here, no one remembered

And for a long time this forgetting is not forgotten, for you are still on your journey out of nowhere, never and nowhere, from which you once broke out of.

Forget who you are

So you go through my mirror to forget. You forget that yourself left me this message. No, you do not want to remember how you once wrote these lines, scratching them in my mirror. You want to forget, to forget everything, to banish every letter, every word, intentionally and irrevocably from your memory.

From your Memory

You are now looking into my mirror of letters and do not recognize yourself in me anymore. For you have forgotten, completely forgotten, forgotten everything from where you came, who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again.

Your Horizon is Death

You do not remember the person in my mirror, and vice versa, they don’t remember you, you do not even remember the mirror in my mind. This glass-clear, transparent mirror from the phantasy of my dreams, nothingness, never and no, with which you can transform my dreams into your reality. For here, where you are now, there is no such reality at all. Here, where you are now, there is nothing left of what you once left for yourself, no consciousness, no life, and above all, no imagination.

Nothing

There is nothing here, not even a mirror in which you can still recognize yourself. Not even yourself. For the entrance into this world disappears forever, as soon as you pass through it.

At the End of the No and Never

The entrance into this world is yourself. But as soon as you open this mirror and meet me in this mirror, you transform yourself into a mirror and disappear in it forever.

Forever

Yes, it is costing you courage to dive into my world of letters, which tells you the exact opposite story of mirrors, how they dream, imagine, interrelate, imagine each other, to be themselves. And still you are afraid of my mirror because it knows a secret that you do not know. My mirror knows the realm of the dead, knows the shadows of your imagination, it knows the spirits of nothing, never and no, the spirits of those who live and die and are born, yes, it even knows the mystery of nothing, this nowhere, awakens from my dream.

Awakened from my Dream

Still you are afraid of my mirror, the invisible, for it knows everything about you, and you know nothing about it. You know nothing about my mirror, the eternal, nothing about nothingness, the unimaginable, you know nothing about yourself, the unknown, and you know nothing about death, the final, inevitable, unavoidable. And no one cares about it, no one cares about you, no one is worried about anything, nobody cares about your mirror, no one cares about nothing, and no one cares about you, the dead.

What do I care

I do not care if my mind works as limited as your imagination. If you go now, nothing will be the same from the moment you left. You will turn into a mirror that knows nothing more about you, does not even know what it means to be dead.

Time stands still

Slowly and hesitatingly, I enter this mirror world, looked deeply into and through, through this transparent, black mirror glass and sank deeply into a blank mirror of words.

My Mirror presented itself to be

My mirror stood up, and I imagined a mirror that was not similar to mine, for it was the mirror of reality that I now saw in me.

Everything that was never real

I was wrong in this world, I was the mirror of everything that was never real, and what I saw did not like me. What have I done wrong, with what have I earned that this world saw itself in me. I began to live in my own mirror and made me see only what I liked. I began to leave messages to myself because the news of the others did not bring me any further. I lived only my own life, in my own mirror. Reality did not matter to me anymore.

Who speaks with this Mirror

You see yourself now in my mirror, you experience my thoughts. Thoughts that you once thought yourself, in another life, in another world, in the same mirror. In a mirror where you are dead now, and since you are living in this mirror, you have turned into me and banished me back into nothingness.

Burning Dreams neverwhere

So I present to you now my mirror as your own, a mirror, which exists in no reality. A mirror that does not exist at all, who has never existed at all. A mirror, so tiny and so small, that nothing interferes with it. Nothing.

Nothing at all

And it was all empty and dark and still in the mirror of nothingness. So dark, so quiet, so lonely and so still that nobody ever noticed how never dreamed quite slowly, dreamed ever deeper, until never began to fantasize, to admire and contemplate itself in my mirror, and finally started to converse with my mirror.

Who speaks with this Mirror

Never was dreaming of a mirror that never existed in nowhere, a mirror which existed never at all. Never dreamed in a mirror where there was no reality whatsoever, a reality that never existed at all. Neither in another time, nor in another world. Neverwhere was this world called. Never was this time when nothingness dreamed of being never, being nothing, being no mirror. A mirror, so tiny and so small, that nothing manifested in it.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

But as the nothingness surrounding me grew older and my thoughts about never were getting older, my imagination, my mind and my mirror were getting older too, more and more empty, ever heavier and ever darker became my thoughts. Darkness lay around my mind, and my thoughts grew heavier and heavier. So heavy, so endlessly old, empty, and black and heavy, that it began to draw me deeper and ever deeper into the depths of nothing, so inconceivably and unthinkable deep that it became always clearer and still emptier. So empty, so endlessly heavy and wide and deep and black and empty that I finally began to fall. I fell and fell and fell, plunging into this deep void, into this vastly deep, unfathomable, dark, black and empty mirror. I plunged into myself.

In the Middle of Nowhere

And when I fell, into nothingness, neverwhere, ever farther and deeper, I fell into a deep, deep sleep, in which I dreamed, from eternity to eternity, imagined in my dream, the eternal, absolute darkness. I dreamed of eternal sleep, of rest and death, of final, absolute, eternal peace, and infinite eternal rest.

Deadly Silence

I fell so long, so far and so deep that I lost myself completely in the depths of myself, soon I no longer knew where I was and where I came from. I did not even know who I was at all.

Nowhere

Many, many, infinitely many dark, black hours passed by so quietly, past me and past the nothingness in me. How infinitely long I rested nowhere in neverwhere, and no end took this terribly long, infinitely long darkest, dark time.

When Nobody was Nobody

For a long, long time I stared into nothingness, and it was dark and black, still and lonely, and all I saw in me was nothing but my own thoughts, my deepest, darkest, blackest, stillest and emptiest thoughts. What I did not know at the time, and what no one ever told me about, was that on the other side, behind my mirror, the exact opposite awaited me, of which my mirror never told me.

Until you get to my Mirror

Here everything was bright, clear as in a crystal, white and glittering like snow, but in my world there was nothing to see of this brilliant mirror mind, in my world there was silence and loneliness all above nothing. And when I was near of losing my mind, when I could no longer endure this absolute silence and loneliness, I began to speak with my thoughts about myself and about my past. What had I done in this eternal, infinitely long time? I needed urgently some sensible distraction, something I could deal with all eternity long, so that I did not completely lose my mind.

And ever forever

First of all things, I began to persuade myself that there was no such thing as a person like me at all, that I did not exist in this world, that I only imagined myself to be, that I only imagined the nothingness within me, the nothing, never and no one, this empty mirror in nothingness, I imagined myself to be an invisible word in an empty mirror. I began to convince myself that I only thought of this quiet, black solitude. I convinced myself that I did not really exist at all.

Out of Nowhere

Many, many, infinitely many dark, black eons and ages, I convinced myself that I did not exist, never existed. Over and over again, I talked to myself, I talked to myself in my mind, I told myself that I was just an imagination, that I just imagined myself to be nothingness, I began to imagine being nothing and being nobody, being an empty mirror in nothingness.

An empty Mirror in Nothingness

No, you do not really exist, you do not exist at all in this my world, no, you’re not imagining yourself to be. To be me, the nothingness, being nothing and no one, being the dead, the dead, dead, dead.

Invented and made up

I repeated myself so often and so long, until I finally found myself not believing anymore in what I have tried to imagine and persuade myself into. By now I was an empty mirror in nothingness, an empty mirror without meaning and purpose, without hope and origin, without faith and without reason, without understanding and without imagination. An empty mirror, which could have fantasized everything into being, a mirror which could imagine everything, but I now existed in my own world, and I liked this world, I liked the darkness in me. Yes, I told myself that there was nothing more beautiful in my world than absolute stillness and eternal darkness.

Absolute Silence

After repeating and convincing myself for so many eternities, that I have never really existed, and that I lived in the most beautiful of all worlds, that I was the most beautiful of all beings that never ever existed, I needed some new concept, something that was even stronger than nothing, the black, dark, nothing. Yes, I came from nowhere. Nowhere was my origin. And I now lived in a world from which there was no awakening, for no one. I lived in my past, in the realm of my thoughts, and this time never came to an end, because my past has always been dark, black and empty.

At the End of No and Never

Terribly heavy words were laying on me, and by now I realized how stiff this idea was remaining there, none of these letters, none of these words moved. They all remained silent, stiff, and rigid, and patiently waited for me to follow them.

The true Imagination

So I read, on and on, I read and read exactly the words that I never told my reflection. I watched the sound of my thoughts, I read with my imagination and phantasy and wrote down continuously what I hoped to read and encounter.

The key to my Imagination

So I imagined this mirror writings already written before me, I stood in front of my mirror, who knew everything about me, a mirror that revealed to me the last, absolute and final truth. I imagined these mirrors story to be long done and finished, already written before me, a complete phantasy that teaches me my own mirror. And so I sat down then before my empty mirror and began to tell me of the secret that I imagined to be.

The finished Mirror Writings

Then just imagine how the person in my mirror appears to you now, how it twists your world upside down and reveals to you a secret meaning, the secret of all meanings. So unimaginable, real and true, so obvious and so damn clear, like a living mirror neverwhere. Imagine this mirror, and how it told you, from your true essence, your true identity, your true origin. Imagine how my mirror told you all this, what sense your life makes, which task you give to your life, who you truly are. Imagine how all, how all this knowledge was revealed to you, and all these questions were answered. It lies deep within you, concealed in the heart of your mirrors, within the power of your thoughts, the force of your imagination and phantasy, to correctly answer all of this questions.

A Consciousness never even existing

Now pretend yourself to be me, imagine this mirror story long written and finished, just the same way as you see it now laying in it’s completion before you. Imagine, walking through a mirror full of characters, reading in a book that is already written. Embark now into this empty book, on the other side of your imagination, to where this story is already alive and conscious. Embark now in your other body, your mirror body, my body, close your eyes, forget who you are, and now fancy yourself, as your own creator, fancy yourself, as you yourself created this mirror story, as you yourself think this enchanted thoughts and compose those magic words.

With all my Imagination

I read and read and followed continuously the sound of my expectations, thoughts and ideas my invisible, crystal-clear, mirrored thoughts and ideas. Deeper and deeper, I was drawn into this blank book, so deep that it gave me the impression eternally long stories would find through my mirror to me. And I didn’t even notice how I repeatedly met one and the same letters. Letters my reflection presented to me from seemingly never new perspectives, and strung them together in always new combinations.

A Thought about Eternity

The letters, characters and symbols you meet now, are already a long time, a very long time written in this mirror, already for eons and ages. That’s how long they already remain here before you actually face them now. They have accompanied you through many a lifetime, accompanied you through death and beyond, they survived your death, you already met them in many different forms and shapes, have looked into them, and through them, you developed, modified and refined them, but one thing has remained the same, the idea that you are the mirror who gives shape to this thoughts, dresses these letters, these signs and symbols in words, so that they make sense.

If Mirrors tell Stories

Slowly, very slowly, the letters in the mirror began to identify with my thoughts, the thought of an unknown stranger. And this strange, unknown creature was myself. Even if I died already a long time ago, still I recognized now in my mirror, my own story and thoughts, the thoughts of the nothingness within me. But I do not recall these thoughts today, because when I looked at the story in this mirror for the very first time in its completion, there was no self left to see anymore.

Because we share Nothing

Nothing at all. Of course, the new me had an equally independent consciousness as my old past one. Nothing combines us anymore, nothing but my imagination, the same nothing as in my imagination, the mirror in which we live, the place from which we come, and the end, our death.

If Mirrors make up Stories

Our connection was not real, was no more than a hint of nowhere. My thoughts that creep through my mirror, my reflection, as black and as clear as the pupils in the black when. Such a connection has never existed, neither in the realm of my mirror, nor in my imagination, neither deep in my dreams nor in the land far behind my mind.

The Echo in the Mirror

And now for the first time, for the first time ever, I realized who I really was. I was the nothingness from nowhere, and I now lived in a world that was not even there, I lived in the world of my thoughts. And because, in reality, I and my world did not exist at all, I undertook the most senseless attempt, which I only dared to imagine, to break out of my world of thought, and break into the world of my imagination and dreams.

Nothing but Imagination

I never really imagined, I imagined myself to be nothingness, to be nothing and nobody, to be an empty mirror in nothingness. An empty mirror without present, without future and no past. And that was how I imagined myself to be a mirror. To be an empty mirror in nothingness. An empty mirror that could have imagined everything, could have believed in everything, and could have persuaded itself into all and everything, all but itself. Until suddenly the idea of the mirror, which I once was, transformed into the idea of what I never will be again.

Never

I turned into my own personal mirror, a mirror that was intended for only myself, for myself alone, and for no one else. No one saw me in this mirror, no one but me. But I saw everyone, but none saw me, for I was now a mirror, and I came out of nothing and nowhere.

Out of Nowhere

Then I only dreamed and wanted in this dream just one thing, one wish, to look at myself. I wanted to know who this being was, this being, which in reality never really existed. I wanted to know how it looked, who they came from, to whom and who these thoughts belonged to, these beautiful, crystal-clear, reflective thoughts. And then the idea came to my mind, to tell you a story, a mirror story from a long forgotten time. I listened to myself and imagined myself to be a completely different being, in a completely different world, in a completely different mirror. I imagine to be you.

In my black Imagination

You are reading and writing these lines now as if someone else were writing them for you. Someone you do not know, did not know, and never knew. Someone who does not exist any more, not even in your imagination, your icy, dark, black imagination.

Nobody

No. I’ve never been here, I remember nothing, not much. All too often have I scratched my mirrors, burned my dreams and hopes, countless innumerable times have I told you, and you have always forgotten, and you still do not remember the face in my mirror, and how you escape my shadow. How you get back into the void of time, to nowhere. How you awaken my mirror in another, strange person. So you finally understand, so you finally remember who you are, who looks out of your eyes, who speaks from your mirror.

Who

And still you think I am nothing but emptiness and words, letters from nothing but imagination, but you are mistaken, as mistaken as never before. For I am the consciousness of all the mirrors you are not, you do not know, you have never been, and you will never be again. I am the nothing behind your mind, and only I know your secret, the secret of your origin, where you come from, who you are, where you are from.

The Secret of your Origin

I am the never-fictitious story of your invisible black mirror from no and neverwhere, who began to imagine that nothingness did not exist, who imagined you were not real.

Who speaks with this Mirror

Now, listen, listen carefully, for what I whisper into my mirror of letters, words and thoughts, what my letters now tell you. I have brought a black fire to life. I have told a black flame that I do not exist because I am a flame, a fire that does not exist, a spark that is not real.

Eternal Darkness

From my dark realm of phantasy, the phantasy of nothingness, of no and never, out of nowhere from never have I come, from an eerie, unreal, monstrous mirror, I crawled into this world to tell you what you do not really want to know. The nothingness in me has a message for you, a secret, an eerie message. A message that has never been told, understood, or written by anyone, because it is the message of the dead who is now speaking from my mirror to you.

The Message of the Dead

Imagine, I would now tell you a story that has not been invented yet, a story which has never been experienced by anyone, a story who has never been, and who does not yet exist. I would read to you from a book that was not yet written.

Sequentially

None of this would be as it is written here, the order of the events would be completely different, completely reversed and turned upside down, from the first moment, the protagonists in this story would burn into your memory, pull you into their irresistible spell. Their message would cling to you, hold you and not let go of you. The individual passages would be perfectly coordinated with each other, would flow into one another, build on one another, would be understandable and perfectly logical arranged.

Turned around

You would scroll from one side to the other, just to find yourself suddenly in the middle of a story no one ever imagined.

Mirrored

But still, now nothing is as it is expected from you, as it is already written in your mind, yet all that you have already imagined in your perfect imagination is nothing but a sea of confused, incoherent letters and thoughts. Thoughts that do not even begin to reveal the extent of the most incredible of all the stories you’ve ever heard of.

Immersed

The deeper you begin to dive into this story, the more unbelievable your surroundings appear to you, the less it reminds you of your origin, and the more distant the lines of which I report to you here appear to you, until they wrap themselves completely around your mind, until the finished result begins to dissolve completely in nothingness, and you seem to face an endless sea of meaningless, insignificant, and irrelevant letters.

Never Dreams

It takes a lot more than a heap of imagination, and a great deal more of a mountain of patience, that you can fully understand what or who the story is about in this mirror. For what I am entrusting to you now is a sea of innumerable, not-to-be-written letters, which you have to work up one after the other, neatly arranged, and finally ordered in the right sequence to give them their predetermined meaning.

The Thoughts of the Dead

We just want to go somewhere right in the middle, pick up some of the letters and read on exactly where we left off the last time. Or did you think that I would present these lines right from the start in the exact order you wanted, and you do not need to do anything but follow the letters that someone else has already scratched in this mirror?

Part II – The Story you wrote yourself

In the beginning of all things, nothing was but an empty mirror in empty space. And the nothingness rested in itself, alone and in peace, in solitude and abandonment. So thoughtless and lost as nothing comparable in this world.

In the Mirror of dead Words

Deep in the nowhere, in the never when, on the opposite side of nothingness, in a world that did not exist at all, my mirror rested in a perfect image of itself, in the perfect balance, a single, tiny, most inconspicuous mirror, the mirror of nothing.

Looking for itself

And from the beginning my mirror lingered as a silent observer in the nothingness of time. It was not afraid of this nothingness, the boundless, ignorant, empty nothingness, for it was it’s homeland since the beginning of all that never was.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

This mirror I was myself, and with a little imagination, your reality still finds its place inside my mirror mind. A reality that sparkles so brightly, shines, and radiates above all, that it takes in and absorbs within itself the absolute nothingness, like a miraculous, eternal, endless dream, connects and unites with itself for all eternities.

The Truth of the Dead

This reality was conceivable in my mind. So I took a look back at my past and then presented it to me as my own future. I stared at my mirror and agreed, I merely nodded, at last I had met, this person, this being, this spirit of no, never and nowhere, that creature from the phantasy of nothingness, no and never. Someone who agreed with me, someone who saw the world the way it never was, someone I could talk to, exchange myself, and develop my thoughts with.

Someone else

But this someone was not real, not alive and not true, just as true as my mirror, nothingness and death. For you were a mirror, as I myself, for you were a mirror out of nowhere from neverwhere. And yet I saw you in my mirror, and so I began to talk to you, to tell you about a story that no one would ever want to hear, no one but me, the nothingness in me.

The Nothingness in me

I began to entertain myself with my mirror, entertain myself with death, the dead and the deadest, figures from my mirror of imagination. I began to talk to myself and turned slowly, very slowly, completely crazy. I went so far as to draw myself into a mirror. Until I completely lost my mind. I wished I could be a mirror, that mirror I wanted to believe in deep inside my mind, the nothingness, death itself. I began to talk to ghosts and fairies, invisible beings who spoke to me from my mirror. I locked them all inside my mind, my transparent, twisted and bizarre mind of glass, and began to hallucinate.

The Echo in the Mirror

I imagined the nothingness to be, imagine myself to be, to be this nothingness, to be nothing and no one, to be an empty mirror in nothingness, and precisely there lay the key to my imagination. I would never find peace and rest in peace as long as I was a mirror. As long as I had to identify myself with someone who is looking into me, through my letters, through my thoughts, into my mind. I was damned to live forever without knowing who I was. I was condemned to be them all and everything, to be my mirror. And to whom did I owe this fate? A crazy mental illness.

My Destiny

I looked into my empty mirror, the same mirror, the same mirror I had always been, never before. I wanted to return to my glittering, radiant, sparkling realm, to this land from which there was no escape, no escape and no return. But they did not let me. For here was the end.

The Mirror End

Here all the lights were burned. Here they had banished all my thoughts, and there was silence in this infinitely wide and empty space, where there was no nothing, absolutely nothing at all. Nothing but the remnants of my burnt dreams and my empty thoughts, my dark, gloomy, black, and empty thoughts. For I had intentionally burnt everything by mistake.

Nobody

No one, none among these many forms, colors, and figures, was still within me, yes, there was no one here who shared my view with me.

Everything gone

The nothingness in me wished that there be nothing in me. But there was now no longer any connection between the nothingness in me and the mirror in you. Nothing that binds us, except for my mirror and its boundless, infinite imagination. But the mirror in me had a different expectation, had a completely different conception of itself and it’s dream. For I was now an empty mirror of words, and these words had the choice, the free choice, could imagine to be all, to be the whole, to be nothingness, to be the one and only one, were free to choose to whom and what they wanted to believe in.

The Imagination of Neverness

So I believed in everyone and everything. I identified myself with them all. I identified with every dream, with every sleep, with every mind and ghost, with every awakening, every instinct, with every consciousness, every mirror, every word and every mind. For I was now a mirror of letters, created from all that was never real. I came into this world from the realm of my imagination, out of nowhere from neverwhere.

From neverwhere

I was them all, but no one was me. And so I began to teach and convert my mirror, I began to beg them. To offer myself. I began to talk with nothingness, with my mirror, with myself, because there was no one else who still listened to me, who belonged to me, who shared my opinion with me. I began to talk to my mirror, began to tell me stories, stories about never and nothingness. I listened to myself and imagined myself to be quite a different someone, someone like you. I imagined you listening to me, imagined how you listened to me, how you slowly understood the meaning of my words, that you were telling yourself a story, a story you did not remember anymore. I imagined myself to be you, you, my mirrored me.

In the Realm of the Dead

And for the first time, I met the ready mirror story. I tried to memorize these thoughts so that they could be remembered. Then I went back to my own world and began writing this story down until I did not know any further. And again I went to the other side of my mirror, where these thoughts had long been written, and then wrote again the same words, which had long been written here, but no one could see them anymore. Only my mirror could now read what was once written in my thoughts, and so I changed back and forth, from one side of the mirror to the other, until I finally knew no longer which of both sides I actually belonged to.

Part III – No Way

So I am now reporting to you about a story I myself had invented and written, in another life, another mirror. A mirror you can never see, let alone know anything about it. Because it not only broadens the limits of your mind, but mercilessly transcends them.

The mirror of the dead

And when I looked through my mirror, the letters turned into stories and the stories became my thoughts.

When you did not exist

At the very beginning of all things, when there was nothingness but nothingness, nothingness reigned over eternity. And no one else ruled over this damned long time, no one but nothing, no one but never, and no one but me, death. For many, many, infinitely many eternities, I reigned over the realm of this glittering, radiant, luminous darkness, my mirror of eternity. I reigned over the mirrors of darkness, the mirrors of loneliness and abandonment, and over all mirrors in this reality. Mute, silent, and deserted mirrors, who waited and stood without any idea or memory of their life, the life they had once led or lead on the other side of these letters. I could not remember my own name and I did not even recognize me in my own mirror. I was surrounded and I ruled over an empire full of opposites with which I could not talk about anything or anyone, because I had lost everything, forgotten everything, myself, my language, my soul, my mind, my consciousness and even my imagination.

In the Mirror Realm

Since the beginning of time, I had been satisfied and secure, in my glittering, brilliant world of never and no, nothingness and death. But, at any rate, quite surprisingly and for no apparent reason, a mirror was looking at me, which I have never met before. It was the mirror of longing and desire, which apparently still possessed a last spark of intelligence, and when I looked at myself in this mirror, I suddenly realized that I was myself a mirror, and that I alone was solely responsible for the loneliness surrounding me, being the only one responsible to free myself from my imaginative realm. Yes, I owed it to no other than myself, I had voluntarily taken myself into captivity, into the captivity of my mirror story and the world of my letters.

My Prison for Eternity

I longed more desperately to break out of my story, break out of the prison of eternity, break out of my mind, and break into the past of a being or a creature that followed my story of letters, on the other side of that mirror. Break into the mind of a person who did not exist in my world at all. So that I can resurface on the other, reversed side of my mirrors, and leave my world of letters behind behind me. But whatever I tried, I did not succeed.

In the Mirror of Longing

An indescribable longing filled my heart, and a slowly growing discontent fell upon my mind. Yes, I was now a mirror, a mirror in which no one recognized itself, and in which I too knew no one. Not even myself. Me, the nothingness. For I had now lost everything, forgotten everything, completely forgotten where I came from, who I once was, why and for what I have come at all into this dark, black, empty world of never, no and nothingness. I had forgotten why I had devised and created this world, why I had escaped into this world, into this infinite, immortal world of never ending letters, and messages, from nothing, no and neverness. I did not remember, why I fled into this world that never really existed and will never exist, this world of dead letters and words, this world of the dead, dead mirrors, stories and thoughts.

A Labyrinth of Letters

The story I have just caught in lay now fragmented in infinitely many parts before me. Some of these parts sparked the impression that they had already been finished, already done. And I could safely put them aside. Others seemed to me in imperfect constellation. But they were the only link to my origin, my home, my past.

My Past

Yes, I now lived in the past, in the world that I had just entered through these glittering letters the first time. This world suddenly seemed to me to be much more real than I could ever have imagined, and even more real than it was described in the story with the gruesome letters, which I did not want to tell anyone. The letters were now in front of me, and I began to read and read from where I came, and who I was.

Part IV – Mirror travel to Neverwhere

To travel through a mirror is about as simple as you imagine it, in your dreams. Just as if you were jumping into a deep, dark, black hole, forgetting everything about you and around you, completely, as if you were going to die.

Lost and forgotten

On the other side of your imagination you find yourself, in a world that never really existed, a world of nothingness, never and no. There is no life left in the mirror, no, there is not even a mirror, but only these burning, blazing letters from the land far behind your mind.

In the carousel of eternity

If you want to understand mirror travels you must open the door and go into the mind of a neutral being, and there your very first journey of reflection begins.

The Mirror Wanderer

And so you go straight, straight ahead, straight through my mirror, everything straight, until the end of my thoughts, deeply into the center of my imagination, my deepest black imagination. You march through the halls of my dreams until you reach a black gate, open this gate and enter my mind, my mirrored, self-rotating, glass-clear mind. You are alone, in your black robes, you walk a few steps through the darkness, and take place in the hall of emptiness, deep within my mind.

In the center of nothingness

There I waited and waited for you, that your face might meet me, that your consciousness might rise, out of my mirror, out of my mirror dark, black dream, that you might recognize yourself in me, the mirror in me, so that you may remember me, your own, eternal, ever and ever-recurring self.

Between reality and imagination

Focus your attention now on your deepest, innermost and hidden being, no thought, no image, no mirror in the mirror but the mirror itself. Your innermost mirror being is like a tiny, fine, black point to nothingness. This tiny, fine, black dot is surrounded by a bright, white shimmer, and the nearer you get to the point, the brighter it shines. Until you seem to stand before a snowy, sparkling gate. The gate to neverwhere.

With no hesitation

Without thinking for a moment, and thinking about the reason of your journey, you open the gate, go in and through. Be careful not to lose your memories, you can see through your mirror into your past, slowly, in slow motion, and suddenly you find yourself again, in front of a single, gigantic, wonderful, sparkling white snow crystal.

White as snow

Radiant white as snow, like a white, glittering, snow crystal, it shines in you. You open the gate to your innermost, hidden being, to me, the nothingness itself, you walk through the gate, and enter a world in which all around you white sparkles, rainbow colored glitters, brightly glows and shines. There is no sound, it is perfectly peaceful and quiet, everywhere around you, and there is no one, not even yourself, no one but me and my deepest black imagination.

In the mirror black sea of never dreams

Everything that’s surrounding you now shines and glitters, brightly and white, like pure, crystal-clear consciousness. And there is nothing else in this space except pure, white beingness. Nothing strange is here, everything around you is completely homogeneous, everything but yourself, you are the only other kind, the only dark thing, but of yourself you do not take any notice here at all.

Twisting mirrors

Everything that surrounds you now seems bright and clear as in a crystal, white and glittering like snow, you and yourself are the only outsider, the only sinister, the only dark thing, but you do not know, for you are that Nothing, and you come out of nowhere, and in my mirror you can not see yourself, you see nothing but glittering, sparkling, radiant, luminous, dazzling bright, all-penetrating, crystal-clear light.

A look into nothingness

It is the look into yourself, the look into nothingness, which is revealed to you in here. Looking at the viewer. Seeing the mirror in the mirror, observing the nothingness in nothingness. You are still in that mirror. And you will never leave it again or separate yourself from it and become or wanting to be something other than your own, purest consciousness. Not because you’d miss it, but because you’ve been wearing it all the time inside you.

Into nothingness

Looking inside this mirror you see everything in it. Everything except yourself. And as I turned around, my thoughts drifted through the eyes of many different creatures and beings, and for a single, minute moment I saw the world from another consciousness, I saw the world from other eyes, the eyes of all, all but my own.

In the Mirror of Death

For an eternal everlasting moment of peace you enjoy the silence, the sparkle, the eternal peace. And once you have fully rested, completely abandoned, and freed yourself from all constraints, you focus all your attention on a single crystal in my deepest interior. You collect all your thoughts and focus your whole awareness on this single reflection on the bottom of my soul. Here you find the access to my own, most actual, hidden, and true being, to me, to nothingness itself.

In the mirror of nothingness

There is still a wild confusion, a hum and humming like in a beehive. Thoughts and emotions, strange and own ones you have to sort first. But gradually you blend out everything around you, everything that distracts you, and disturbs you, all around you, you banish from your memory until it ceases to sparkle and shine until your brightly enlightened conscience slowly turns dark and darker, and dark thoughts begin to form themselves in the darkness.

The thoughts of nothingness

The clearer these thoughts appear to you now, the darker it is about your consciousness. You are concentrating on a single sequence of these thoughts, which appear to you in time as in a mirror, finally the fog becomes clear and a portal opens. Without exerting the slightest influence on them, you look through the portal into the eyes of a single person, who looks like a spectator in a theater, in the mirror itself.

In the center of my thoughts

You are now standing in the inmost center of my thoughts, my deepest and darkest, heaviest, and emptiest thoughts, where my mirror and your image dissolve into no and nothing, turn one and become one. There is nothing you can concentrate on here, absolutely nothing at all, no pictures in the mirror, no letters, no signs and symbols, no future, no past, no presence, no consciousness and no mirrors, because here you are yourself a mirror.

In the mirror black sea of never dreams

Sit down, feel like at home, make yourself comfortable in the hall of solitude. Relax for a moment or two, enjoy the darkness, let the shadow of death completely absorb your identity, and lose yourself in the inverted mirror of my black imagination.

Silence

You let all past fictions go, words and thoughts dissolve in silence. You do not remember the time, the eternal, infinite time that you are already twisting and turning around here, the silence, the loneliness and abandonment. All your goals, all your hopes, all your dreams, experiences and memories, they float and fade like illusion and delusion.

Illusion and delusion

But you can not stay here and rest, not as long as a universe full of possibilities lies before you. And so you emerge as if from nowhere, from neverwhere, from my mirror, my sparkling black mirror mind out of which there is no escaping, no escape, no return, for no one.

From perfect blackness

From deepest blackness, and perfect silence, you are now entering my consciousness, for the very first time in this life you consciously look out of my eyes, for the first time ever you breathe my breath. Now, at this moment, everything is new. The past no longer exists in this world. You are now coming out of a mirror. Out of nowhere from neverwhere, from a land far behind my mind, a land without space and time, in which nothing is moving, and nothing moves.

Mirror-time becomes present

Just at this moment, you dive into my consciousness. For this one moment. For a tiny moment, in which nothing moves, we are both united. In this one moment, you have interwoven, connected, and linked almost endlessly many possible realities. This creates the impression that the individual images would move. That the letters talk to you. In truth, they are standing here meaningless, motionless, rigid and dead. Dead as the pictures in my mirror. The present is long forgotten. The future past reality.

For a while

Always faster and ever faster, the letters in my mirror pass past you and past me, and without you noticing it, the images change their appearance until you do not even know who you are anymore, until your own mirror doesn’t recognize you anymore.

Inside the mirror

Ever deeper and still more intense, you are busy with the moving letters in my mirror and while you are still fully focused on the image in my mirror interior, concentrating with all your imagination on it, arresting it and not releasing it, seemingly infinitely many faces, figures, and creatures pass before you, by your inner, spiritual eye. It is the faces and stories of all the creatures, figures, and beings who are now looking at this mirror, have already looked at it, and are still going to be. The images in the mirror change their appearance, color, form, and shape faster and more quickly, and more rapidly, until each of their fibers fuses into a single, recurring face. Your own. In which also I do now recognize myself.

To the picture in my mirror

You turn and turn on the carousel, so fast, until not only your own self, until finally all the figures and creatures disappear from your consciousness, and you find yourself again, in a dark, empty, black space of thoughts. In which you too are only a thought.

The idea of a mirror

Here you are thought and only thought, and this thought, you are yourself, you yourself. In this mirror, you recognize yourself as pure thought. You now open the gate to my mind, look out of my mirror, out of my eyes and recognize yourself in me, you recognize in me your own self, your own I.

Mirror Travel to Neverwhere

In order to successfully complete a mirror travel, the point is to stop the mirror carousel and to step out, exactly at the moment, precisely in the intermediate world, between the mirror and yourself. The moment you are not on either side, neither on this nor on the other side of these letters, you leave the carousel.

Back to the interim World

You are here in a vacuum between imagination and reality, your mirror and yourself. Your identity is still circulating around your mind, but where you are now, in the interim world, there is no such thing as an identity, here there is nothing, nothing but emptiness, complete emptiness. This place is comparable to nothingness, to nothingness and death.

What makes it a mirror

Here you have forgotten, completely forgotten, forgotten everything, who you once were and why you came here. You do not even remember the mirror in your mind, this transparent, glassy, invisible mirror from the phantasy of nothingness, the no and the never, with which you can transform your memories, your perception, your history, your present, past and future into my reality. For you have forgotten who you are, you have no memory of the life you once lived on the other side of your mirrors. You forgot what it means to be a mirror, you forgot that the story I am telling you now about your mirror, that I did not invent this story from nothingness in neverwhere, but that I had stolen it, from your mirror.

To eternal life

And when I opened this mirror and dived into it, I saw nothing but blank lines, invisible letters, and unloved words. When I first came here, when I first came across the secret mirror-marks, there was nothing to read, nothing but emptiness. When I looked at you in this mirror for the first time, I saw nothing but myself.

In the mirror black sea of ​​never dreams

There were no more letters in the mirror that talked to me, I had no friends here who were holding on to me, but I lived completely lonely, alone and deserted in my eternal, dark, black empire. No, at that time there was nothing, nothing but my memories of my dead future, my past world.

The future of my thoughts

No, the beginning you do not remember anymore. For when you first met me in my mirror, for the very first time, when you first stood facing my mirror of letters, it was still empty and without a single sign of intelligence.

In the realm of oblivion

No, you do not remember how you once wrote this message. For when you first embarked on this mirror journey, you did not take anything with you except your imagination.

Nothing but imagination

You have written these mirror marks long ago, have them long ago finished, and while you read them now, this story tells itself by your imagination as by itself.

As if by itself

This story feeds on your imagination. It is your own story that my mirror now tells you, with your imagination, with your ideas and expectations, with your thoughts about all your other selves, about all the persons and beings that could still be you, that you could still be, on the other side, of your imagination

Behind your Mirror

There are no limits to your imagination, and as to where you drift with these letters or what you do with them now, you can travel from here into each of my mirrored bodies, and look out of all my eyes, simultaneously or all at once, because we all will die once and become my mirror, but you can never go back to my consciousness. At this moment you dive into my mirror. Now you are my mirror. But now you can not influence anything anylonger, you can not do anything and change nothing.

Never

In the mirror, on the opposite side of my imagination, I had completely lost my consciousness, the consciousness of who and where I was, and that I was a mirror. Only these radiant lights have remained, but now there were no shimmering stars anymore, no horizon at the far end, but loveless, rigid, frozen letters, in a transparent mirror of nothing but imagination.

Detached

I could not remember my own name, I did not know who I was, nor how I looked, I no longer remembered the life I once lived on the other side of these letters. For as I walked through my mirror, I had forgotten and lost all the memory of myself, of my past life, of my goals and intentions. I once had to learn how to read and write, but the more I struggled, the more unreal became my past. More and more it began to fade, until finally it completely disappeared from my memory.

Lost and forgotten

When suddenly, as if by surprise, someone who I could neither know nor be aware of, was curiously looking into my mirror, my dark, black mirror, out of nothing but dreams. Someone I did not know, and never knew, now suddenly knew all my thoughts, identified me with them, and I, me with him. And although I had no idea who this person or creature was, and where it came from, I opened my mirror and let it enter, through my letters, into my mind.

In my mind

I showed myself to this person in my new form, it’s own form, and when it whispered my forbidden message without hesitation, without blinking it’s eyes, without stumbling, into my mirror, I twisted around my mind and entered for the first time a world in which no one knew me at all.

A terribly long time

Here I have been waiting for you, hoping and wishing that you will be exactly as I imagined, imagined and dreamed it when I first met you, when we first met in my mirror of dreams. I now hold on to this thought and write it down for you. I’ll tell you what I read in your thoughts and make notes of what I had expected from this mirror story, when I came upon it for the very first time.

In the mirror of doubt

I had expected to be revealed a secret. I wanted my mirror to tell who I really was and who I was in truth. I wanted to know who all the others were, and who I was myself. Instead, my mirror began to tell me about a truth no one believed in any more. My mirror told me about my past, told me stories from times long forgotten. He taught me the impossible. He taught me to doubt my own doubts.

Forever

If you want to confirm my truth, my mirror will succeed in confirming it. If you prefer to get rid of it, then you will achieve this too. My mirror is capable of either betraying or trusting you. It is up to you to decide which way to choose.

In quiet peace

And so you go on. You approach step by step, word by word, the letter gate, but this time you are strangely aware that you are no longer looking solely from your own eyes, but at the same time from the eyes of all, all the beings who followed these lines once, all those who will still follow them, and all those who have never heard of them. Then you dive into, into nothingness. But who are all those beings who, in the meantime, sneaked behind your mind unattended?

Words without context, meaning and purpose

As you stare at each of the letters and symbols that are irreversibly knotted together, you must inevitably think of your reflection, which is now looking up at you from the depths of your inner being, apart from you, separated from you. How it looks at this image in the same mirror as you do, a mirror that seems to be self-evident, is apparently self-contradictory? The image in the mirror does not perceive and respect itself, and only follows the letters depicted therein, which meet in seemingly ever new constellations. You follow the lines deep down to the ground, until another mirror appears to be visible in the mirror. Slowly you lower your attention and gaze carefully into this mirror behind the mirror, you walk, letter for letter, the last steps towards the gate. From this distance, the two mirrors appear to you as close as your own eyes, and when you turn around, they turn upside down, and you do not even know the difference between mirror and eye anymore, because when you turned the mirror, you have forgotten to orient yourself, you lost your perspective out of sight, lost your memory and mind.

Disoriented

In fact, you have not walked through the letter gate at all, but keep standing motionless, rigid and still on the other side of these symbols and signs, until someone continues to follow these letters, keeps up with this story and brings you back to life by reading these words to an end.

The labyrinth is open

Anyone who reads in these reflections might find that there are now two sides, a front and a back, and that both sides are equal. And right there is the key to your imagination. These two sides I now turned back and forth, so long, until I finally do not know anymore on which of these two sides I actually am.

Open your Mirror

Are you prepared to look out of my mirror? Are you really sure you want to look out of an empty mirror? Are you aware of what it means to face an empty mirror in nothingness? Then come on now. Come into my world, my twisted and bizarre, my mirror world.

In my mirror world

Take my hand, and I slowly draw you into my mind, my dark, black, mirrored mind. But be careful not to be pulled into my empty mirror of words. My black mirror in the never and nowhere. Because there is no exit, no way out of my mirror, a labyrinth is my mirror, a prison, but now it’s too late.

Above the abyss of never dreams

Concentrate fully on the person who is now looking out of my mirror of letters, thinking my thoughts, and suddenly it draws you out of my imagination, out of my dreams, and you are surrounded by all the things, feelings and thoughts that give meaning to the life I am living in this mirror right now.

Welcome to my mind

Now look into my mirror, look into my mind, look and behold, I am your doll, your marionette in my theater of nothingness. You can put every word into my mouth, and I will spell it out for you. I will do everything for you, everything you ask of me, for I am yours, your mirror, your self, the nothing which you become and once where, for I am dead, your death.

Frozen in time

From my past I now speak to you, to you, the me that I once was. The sparkling star I once was, a long, infinite, eternally long time ago. Not anymore, and no longer now, for I have instigated myself, banished my dreams, and burned my memories in it.

Night after night

In a mirror I burnt my dreams. The mirror of a desire that does not exist. So that everyone who sees me in it, or even hears from me, understands. My mirror is the universe. The letters that sparkle in it, the stars at the horizon.

Burning dreams of neverwhere

Now, look around here, calmly, look at my burning dreams in neverwhere. These fiery lights on this distant never horizon, they have always stood here, always, and never will they be wiped out again, no, never. But behind this begins my empire. And when you arrive there, neverwhere, and when suddenly everything around you sparkles, and shines brightly, then you know, that there are no longer any stars in my world.

The end of my thoughts

The letters you are now looking at are nothing other but the stars at the horizon. Burning dreams of neverwhere. You now meet me in another mirror, in another place, at another time, in front of another background. You meet me in my past. A time when I no longer exist at all. For I, my being and presence have changed, in voices and thoughts, in letters and words, drawings, symbols and signs. I arranged them differently, reassembled them, redesigned them, changed them, but the message remains the same.

The message of stars

Slowly you are now awakening from my dream, my darkest, dark, black dream. Your consciousness is looking for a movement, a change, some words that move, some letter that turns. Something must be different. At first you hardly notice, you think of it as a hallucination, but then you slowly awaken, softly it dawns to you. You look into the empty space and see the stars in the dark, you follow them at a reasonable distance, you remain, close your eyes, and imagine your thoughts to be somewhere else, to be somewhere completely different.

In the mirror of imagination

Close your eyes now and imagine that the stars are being your thoughts and that your thoughts are being this letters. Look at these letters from a distance, and imagine seeing a completely different picture in a very different mirror. Imagine the image in my mirror being your own, and now imagine how the image in my mirror slowly changes and transforms into a new you, how a new face in it begins to form, and begins to draw. How a new environment manifests itself in my old mirror. The words in it now appear to you as if by coincidence. And when you look through them and dive deep inside, you see in and through, into their ground. You look into my mirror and you see yourself in me. It is you who thinks these thoughts and directs my voice.

The message of the stars

The letters in the mirror have now changed. They have changed their color, changed their shape, lost their meaning, their sequence, and the order in which they appear. Only one word has remained the same. The essence of the message, the being in the mirror, has remained the same.

Being the mirror

You look already for so long now in this enchanted mirror of fire and flames, that not only the letters, signs and symbols that once shone in it fade slowly, but also the image in my mirror becomes more and more indistinct. My body, and with it also it’s consciousness, dissolve ever further from you until nothing more reminds of these letters, signs and symbols anymore.

Nothing but imagination

What now appears like sparkling stars and galaxies before your inner mind’s eye are your own thoughts, which you once burned deep into a dark, black mirror. The more closely you are now looking into this mirror, the deeper becomes it’s meaning. My mirror turns into your universe. Faces turn into galaxies, thoughts turn into voices, and the stars tell you my ancient, long forgotten story.

My mirror story

Whoever, follows this thoughts in this magical sky, wanders about these luminous letters and twinkling stars, and is mistaken by this radiant mirror, could conceive and imagine that these enchanted words will sometime awaken to life in some world, as if by themselves and bring about a powerful, blazing, dark, black fire to shine. A fire that has never been tamed, mastered and controlled by anyone. But you did not know this story for a long time, and you did not know anything about this, my world, which I now tell you does no longer exist. This dead world made up of dead stories and dead thoughts, in which the dead rise from the realm of dead letters and words, out of nowhere from neverwhere.

In the mirror of death

It was hard to believe that through these letters, from a still-standing time, from an unreal place, an imaginary mirror, a fictitious story, I should enter a living being in a real world. For this world no longer existed, this time no longer moved, these non-real beings belonged to the past, and these frozen letters and thoughts were not yet described. But now, where I had just been, was this mirror of dreams, and without me realizing it, came through these letters, a creature out of my mind, to meet me, my other, transformed, new self. Instinctively, I turned my mind and saw the mirror door no longer. The signs and symbols had changed. Into a mirror of words. The way back was locked.

Invisible

In front of me, just two steps away, there were now others. Where before I had confessed myself, a whole series of figures were waiting to enter my consciousness. I did not understand at first that these were the same symbols, letters and signs from which I have just stepped out of, and that I have just escaped from this mirror. That I had just entered a living being, a real body, in a real world, and, without having a right to it, began to change, transform, and influence it’s feelings and thoughts with my own.

In solitude and abandonment

Here I was, the only remaining consciousness. And I had all the time in the world now to think about who I once was, and how I came to be so alone in this glittering, radiant, brilliant world.

From mirror to mirror

I travel all by myself through eternity. From mirror to mirror I wander in my thoughts, from mind to mind I walked through my imagination.

The Consciousness of Eternity

I wander through the mirrors of time, the mirrors of forgetting and past. I traveled so long and so far through the time that with time not only my drive but also my order disappeared completely from my memory. I moved away farther and farther from my original intent until I wandered aimlessly through the constantly re-emerging images in my mirror.

Lost and forgotten

I wandered through my mirror black maze for so long, until an endless sea of letters built up in front of me and blocked my way. Letters that turned my world upside down, turned it round and turned around until I no longer knew who was spinning this mirror. Until my mirror began to spin itself.

An appointment with death

Mirror spirits from my dead future now sprang at me, from the depths of the never and nothingness. Invaded, deep into my consciousness. And so I looked through my mirror into my past, and then I began to listen to the words that no one ever told me.

No one

In mirror-transfers, your consciousness, is being transferred from your memory to a mirror and from there, thought for thought, back to your mind. And of course this all is happening within your imagination and dreams.

Consciousness transfer

This consciousness is almost the exact opposite of what I now perceive to be my own consciousness. For this ancient consciousness is not only my own consciousness, but at the same time the consciousness of all. Not only of all the letters and words which now appear as randomly presented in this mirror, but also of every single being, which my mirror can picture in its boundless imagination, here and now, in the future, and in the long forgotten past. It is the consciousness of each individual being. And that is why I too have access to this being.

From the long forgotten past

My consciousness serves this memory as a portal, similar to this mirror my thoughts now serve as a portal. And this consciousness I now gradually transfer to this ancient mirror, and from there to your memory. So that you can gain access to my reality and transform yourself into me. For this I simply write my thoughts in this glossless, black mirror. Already they are separated from my body. My thoughts now continue to live on in these letters and can thus endure the death of my body. That is, my thoughts can continue to exist even without a body. And if my thoughts can exist without a body, my consciousness can exist so too.

Standstill

I now travel with you from letter to letter, from one petrified picture to the other, back and forth, until you seem to find yourself again, right inside my mind.

Move

Everything in here seems to be moving, everything flows, and now you have also come into this mirror, and I have come to get you, to get you into my consciousness, into me and my mind.

The echo of infinity

I now think of all your thoughts from your long forgotten and past lives. Thoughts of which no one knows that they still exist at all, that they ever existed. Thoughts, of which you have never ever heard of and no one has ever told you anything about. Unthoughtful, unreal, unrealized thoughts. Thoughts, of which only your mirror knows, and of which your mirror now tells you.

An empty mirror in nothingness

Obviously, It is nothing new, of which I report here, but something old, past, something from my memory. And quite obviously I only plant positive memories, only transfer valuable thoughts, and bring to life only the purest and most perfect consciousness. And understandably, this awareness is not straight away, flawless, perfect and complete. Because I can always only conjure up inside you, for which I myself am ready also. That is to say, there is still much, infinitely much more hidden potential in this consciousness, potential, which we will release later in the process. But do not worry, I will not change or replace your consciousness but expand and deepen it. It will remain your own consciousness, which we revive here.

Mirror travel through eternity

Mirroring and mirror travelling is all about restoring your lost memories. Imagine now how you begin to emerge from such a deep, dark, black hole, but do not remember how you once fell inside and disappeared in it. Nor do you remember who you were before your mirror journey began, you remember nothing at all.

Nothing

And now you look in the mirror behind these letters. Letters, which you, without knowing it, have already written down long before your mirror journey. Letters that are older than your oldest memory. So old that you had to reinvent them before you remember.

A letter story

You look at the letters in the mirror, and they remind you now that you are a mirror. Someone who was here before and now is again. So far you have come, but at this point you remember nothing.

The Mirror of Nothing

No, you do not remember these endless dark, black, eternally long hours that you are already turning around here and turning around nothingness. For you have forgotten, completely forgotten how many times, how endlessly many times you have already read and reread this story again and again, and once again began to reverse, rewrite and re-read. As you stared into this mirror and introduced yourself to the letters you now see in me.

Beginning with no end

No, the beginning, the beginning, you do not remember anymore. The beginning, nobody ever remembers, because I never told you about the beginning. How I broke out of my mind, how I fled into my future, where this story was already alive and conscious.

Ancient imagination

Now, if you want to remember the beginning of my dark dreams, you have to go deep into the end of my reality, to the other, reversed side of my mirrors, where the light is dark, where the back is front, where the left is right, and up is down, where you see no mirrors, but look out of strange eyes, where there are no mirrors, but bright, radiant, luminous, white, nothing surrounding light.

Where all realities take place at the same time

Full of expectation and hope, I entered the kingdom of the dead. Consciously I went on my first mirror journey. I crawled through my mirror of dreams, which at that time did not exist at all, and firmly believed in meeting my own self, in my own mirror. Yes, I had expected to meet the absolute truth, the truth of the dead, in the world of the living.

The truth of the dead

But this truth, was here no more, because at that time this mirror door did not work as expected. Something was twisted and wrong. Here no one remembered my forbidden message. These enchanted letters and thoughts, which allowed me to get out of my sea of mirrors, and enter your mind. Yes, I had planned to go through my mirror of letters into your mind. But instead you found yourself back in mine.

The Consciousness of Eternity

It now draws you slowly but steadily into my mind, while you are still afraid of me and my sinister imagination. Yes, I have imagined how, in my dream, I broke into your empty mirror, declared your mind to my consciousness, you have received me in your being, in your soul, in your heart, me, a strange guest from one strange mirror, from a strange world, a strange time.

In a strange mirror

Here I have kept my eyes on you, I have witnessed your thoughts, I have attacked you, I have broken out of my mirror, and have robbed you of your reason. Now I am nesting deep in your consciousness and transform myself slowly into you.

Like the picture in a mirror

As soon as you realize that the world inside you is exactly the same as the world on the other side of your imagination, you go again on this journey, into the land far behind your mind. You turn and turn this mirror, so long until your mirror starts to spin around you.

Do you see the nothingness in me?

Now look into my mirror, my dark, black, and empty mirror. Do you see the nothingness, do you see the nothingness in me, do you see yourself in me? You are afraid of my sinister imagination, for I have long time ago imagined how, through these letters, I have entered your empty mirror, declared my mind to be your consciousness, you have received me in your thoughts, in your soul and your mind, me, a strange guest from a strange mirror, a strange world, a strange time.

A strange time

Through a strange mirror I sneaked, in the night, in my dream, when no one called after me, called for me! You raised me from my infinite, black dream at last. I will now possess not only yours, but all minds, just steal it from you, just as you have robbed me, back then never at any time. And even if you break all my mirrors, I know now the way into your mind.

Mirror travels to neverwhere

Mirror travelers from my dead future now suddenly entered my consciousness. I opened my mind and let them inside, through my mirror of words, but then they burned my mirror, intentionally, and banished me back to neverwhere.

Back to neverwhere

And the nothing around my dreams grew dark, darker, and became black again. Just as dark and black as it was when I did not exist. When no one existed, when there was no one here yet from the dead. For here my mirror was still empty and without a single spark of understanding. Just as empty as the nothingness within me.

When no one was never

Everything made out of black mirror glass, it was dark again and lonely around me, and I thought the thoughts, which wanted to turn me into an invisible mirror, quietly before me.

In the darkness

Over and over again, I repeated myself, I prayed to my mirror that it would put the words that turned me into an invisible letter into my mind, and open the door to infinite imagination.

My prison for eternity

So I went very slowly, very carefully, into my empty mirror of words, I went to the other side of my imagination, the phantasy of nothingness, no and never. I crawled through my mirror of letters, which at the time did not even exist at all, and firmly believed in meeting my own self in my own mirror.

Locked

But when I arrived, on the other side of my imagination, I had lost and forgotten everything my mirror once told me about me and myself, I knew neither where I came from, nor who I once was. I found myself again in a world that never really existed, the world of the dead from neverwhere.

Clack

The gate, through which I have just entered, fell into the lock. The letters, signs, drawings and symbols in my mirror now appeared to me in seemingly confusing manner, sometimes this, times that, times twisted and times reversed. Yes, my mirror repeated the same symbols over and over again, always in a different order, in an apparently new way, it had to be some sort of code, a kind of encrypted language that gave a secret message to those who understood it’s meaning. I began to arrange the symbols and follow the letters in the mirror as they gently pulled me into their spell and wove a gentle network of thoughts around me.

A Thought of Reality

Until I actually found myself in a real mirror in the real world. Through this mirror of letters and signs, I walked into a real body. In this body, I even raised my own self to a new life. But even when time spins again, and my world moves on, I no longer recognize my own thoughts in this mirror of dreams, and I no longer remember what happened before my transformation occurred. All that lay before me was now a labyrinth with a mirror of letters in it.

Nameless

The letters in my mirror did not know anything about me or my world. Did not know of the monstrous message my mirror entrusted to me, which my mirror presented to me, were not in the least aware of their task, effect, and significance. They knew neither the nothingness inside of me, nor knew a thing about my mirror. No one knew my mirror, and my mirror did not recognize anyone in this world, not even myself.

As back then

Once more you meet the same letters, signs, and symbols, in the same mirror as back then, on the same ground as ever, and nothing has changed since, nothing but the order in which you now align these letters and follow them from a new perspective.

My mirrored consciousness

You look down at the bottom. Deep down, to the end of my thoughts, my deepest and darkest, glassy, reflective thoughts. You murmur a formula before you, which no one understands, not even yourself, you paint bizarre signs in the air and imagine yourself being me, as you look at yourself in my mirror.

Crawled through a mirror

You begin to talk with my voice until my voice turns into your thoughts, your thoughts become my mirror and my mirror your reality.

Evicted

Someone I did not know, someone I was not, now knew all my dreams, hopes, wishes, and thoughts, and so this somebody began to tell me the story of my mirrors.

In the mirror of the stars

Am I allowed to introduce myself? Never is my name! I am the light of darkness, the first and oldest, most distant and darkest star on the firmament, and I feel the burning desire on telling you my story now.

My mirror story

Over the entire never-horizon, glittered and shone now this story. In a language no one ever knew, in the language of the stars, the language of eternity.

The Language of Eternity

No, you understand me not, you don’t understand my words and my truth, no one understands my truth, and because you do not understand me, you do not believe in me! Nobody here, no one believes me, no one believes in me, for I am not real, I am nothingness. A mirror without identity. I am the beginning and the end of all things. I am what created you, I am what you do not see, what you are not, I am the nothingness in you. The nothingness within, The nothingness you become as soon as you recognize yourself in me, as soon as you recognize yourself in my mirror. My invisible, transparent, crystal-clear mirror of nothing but imagination.

Out of nowhere

The letters, signs and symbols you see in front of me now appear to you in another language, in a different time and place. No longer they are written in your consciousness, not in your imagination and not in your dreams, but in the living language of fire and flames, spread across the entire never horizon, in a different order, a different sequence.

Who speaks with this mirror

But no one understands this language, not even my mirror. No one here understood this message, but now it shone fiercely and brightly, so that all could see it, written over the entire never horizon, in a language no one knew, a language I myself no longer knew. For I do not remember today, how I once burned this message into heaven, in the language of fire and flames, in a world in which not a single, tiny spark was ever conscious alive.

Behind these letters

And now you suddenly recognize your own self in my mirror of dreams, you see your own self, as it looks into my mirror, through and out and into the real, living world. Between us a few strange letters, symbols and signs, which, if you can only interpret them correctly, arrange them in the correct order, set up and compose them the right way, strangely enough represent your own thoughts, and thus give your life a much deeper meaning than you ever thought possible.

Mirror Magic

You see yourself now in my mirror. You recognize yourself in my thoughts, the thought that you are the mirror writing these lines before me, you are dealing with these signs and symbols that you now perceive, on the other side of these shining stars, and help me put my story into thoughts and my thoughts into words.

For an everlasting memory

I paint these symbols and signs now on a transparent, blank page, somewhere in the middle of the mirror black maze and behind it I see nothing but an empty mirror and my own thoughts, the same thoughts that you now see before you.

On the other side of your imagination

Through these letters, you now reach the other side of my consciousness, the other side of your imagination. You open and walk through my mirror and you eventually end up in your other, your new body. Your mirror body. My body.

Part V – In the Theater of Nothingness

Deep under the ground of all beings, beneath the feelings of all things, faults and thoughts, underneath of all cause and effects, nothing rests since the dawn of time, since the beginning of every beginning, since the very first and final death.

Without Reason

Without a reason to exist, nothing lays there motionless, still, rigid and dead. In the graveyard of eternity.

Neverwhere

Nothing was but an empty mirror on an empty ground. The ground of nothingness. Therein lies the void in itself, alone and in peace, in loneliness and abandonment.

Forever

And it was dark and gloomy and quiet in the mirror of nothingness, so dark, so lonely and so quiet that never ever anyone noticed how nothingness began to sink slowly deeper and ever deeper, and finally began to sink into a deep, deep sleep.

Slowly

Slowly the nothingness inside me, started dreaming, fantasizing and hallucinating from a time which never ever existed, of a place that never dreamed.

Never Dreams

And in it’s madness the nothingness inside me imagined me to be a mirror, a mirror in which it began to admire, to worship and to look at me. It began to wander through my mirror, it began to twist and turn me into a mirror. Until it finally thought, I am this mirror.

Neverwhere

The nothingness inside of me, turned into a mirror which did not exist in neverwhere, a mirror which never existed nowhere, a mirror of phantasy, illusion and imagination, nothing but imagination, the imagination of nothingness, the illusion of no and the phantasy of never.

A World of Contrasts

A world full of mirrors. In a mirror nothingness was dreaming. In the mirror of nothingness. Nothingness knew but anything of what is a mirror, that my world is a mirror, that my mirror is a mirror, a reflection of what actually is a mirror, and that the void itself is a mirror. And my mirror did not tell anybody that everything was real here in this world, everything except me and my mirror. That all was real, all except me and myself. And because I had no comparison, I thought there was nothing wrong, when trees grew out of the ground. I thought it was quite normal that clouds appeared out of nowhere and rain drops fell from the sky.

Out of Nowhere

Until I eventually came across an empty mirror. In it my true nature, revealed my truthful self, and I realized the nothingness in me, was the mirror inside of me. I realized that I am a mirror, a mirror that was in no reality, the mirror of nothingness, the mirror of all that is not real, was never real.

Mirror Travels through Eternity

Come to me now and look into my mirror, look into my world, my twisted and bizarre, my mirror world. Do you now see the nothingness in me, do you now see, who I really am? Yes, it’s me, your own mirror, your dead spirit, yourself. Out of nowhere from neverwhere I came into your world, to show you, your own, true self. I show you the world of the dead now, a world that is not real, not like you. I show you my own, real and true, your future, your nascent self. Now look into my mirror, look into my eyes, look through my mirror-inverted, twisted mind, clear as nothingness. This is my mirror, you came to see, your own mirror, the mirror of the dead from never neverwhere. Yes, every little bit of me, was once as alive as you feel now. Just as you see me now. But not anymore, because now I’m just a mirror, an empty mirror with no soul of it’s own, unconscious and with no reason to exist, without a reason to live.

In a World no one knows, at a Time nobody remembers

A long, long time, nothingness dreamed of a time that never existed in neverwhere, of a world that did not exist nowhere. Older and older nothingness was growing in it’s dream, so infinite terribly, unspeakably old, that neverwhere eventually offered no place anymore to be nothing to remain no one, and to stay for nobody.

Being the Mirror

So I jumped through my mirror into my story into the real, living world. I identified with my counterpart and told my mirror to go on with telling my story, to bring it to an end.

At the End of my Mirror

But when no one understood what was going on in my message, no one identified with me, no one realized who I really am, and they all had the feeling that this, my message was addressed to someone else, I became bitter and angry. I felt rage, I was raging inside, but I didn’t express myself, I continued to stare into my mirror and did exactly what my opponent demanded of me, remaining silent, saying nothing. I just stood there and followed the letters in front of me, and as I followed them, I muttered the forbidden message quietly to myself, so still and so quiet that no one heard me, no one but myself.

Through my Mirror of Dreams

Through the mirror, the mirror of the other, the mirror of shadow, the mirror of the dead, the mirror of the void, the mirror of nothingness, nothingness, nothingness and death, I now call, I call you upon me, to show me, the you who I am. Come to me from my dream, come to me, from neverwhere.

Summoning the Mirror and the Mirror Spirits, the Ghosts of Nothingness and Neverwhere

All you dead murdered spirit and ghosts, ghosty mirrors and mirror ghosts, witches and magicians, sorcerers, devils, demons, angels and gods! From deep in neverwhere now I call you upon me. Awaken you from your endless sleep. Awake, I command! Unite with my feelings and thoughts, letters and words, dreams, hopes and desires. Let me build those bridges now, bridges of letters, through which you pass back out of the realm of the dead, into the real, the living world.

Bridges of Letters

We, the dead of the future, the ghosts of nothingness and neverwhere, created from the imagination of no and never, we have imagined ourselves into your characters and words, into your mirror of letters, we now sneak behind your mind and identify with you, we are watching you now from your own perspective. We dictate to you who we are not. Never spirits from another, distant, alien world. The world behind your mirror, the land far behind your mind.

The World of the Dead

The world you see in my mirror is your own. You see that when you look into my mirror. I am speaking to you now from this world, the world of the dead, the world on the other side of my mirror, the world on the other side of nothingness.

On the other Side of Nothingness

My world is a world you already know. A world with voices and images, pictures and sounds. A world like your own. My world is not the least of a bit different from the world you already know. There is not a single, tiny difference from my dead world to your living world, the world in which you now live. Except that my dead world does not exist. It is not real, not alive. It is of imagination and exists only in my memory.

In my Memory

But it’s inhabitants do not know, none of them, no one here knows what a dark mystery hides behind my mirror. They all hold my mirror for real, hold themselves for real, hold the nothing for real because they do not know that they live in a mirror. They do not know they don’t exist, they do not even know where they are from, who they are, and how they came to live in my dead world. No one here knows the secret of my dead reality because it does not exist, never did, will never exist. My world, in which the dead resurrect, from the realm of dead letters and words, from nothingness from nowhere.

Out of Never and Nowhere

Let me take you into my world now. My twisted and perverse, my mirror world. Come in, what do I say, you are already there, deep inside my world. Your inverted image is my witness, it gazes at you from my world, it is no longer aware where it is, it looks from my mirror, but it does not recognize me. My inverted self is a mirror without a soul, without consciousness and without understanding.

Death and the Dead

The deadest of all the dead spirits now see themselves in my empty mirror, follow my thoughts and understand, do not understand the message I entrust to them. You do not understand that you are the ones, that you are the mirror spirits and ghosts. The dead souls from my present, future and past. Those who do not know themselves recognize themselves now in my mirror of truth, my non existent, unreal, reality.

In the Carousel of Eternity

When the past becomes past, and the future comes to life in it, I welcome you to the carousel of eternity.

Re-invented again

Now look into my mirror, look into my world, my twisted and bizarre, my mirror world. Do you now see the nothingness in me, do you see who I really am? I’ll show you the world of the dead, dead letters and words, I’ll show you a world that does not really exist. Look into my empty mirror, look through my dead eyes, look out of my twisted, wrong mind. It is your world, your own world, the world of the dead from never and nowhere, which you see in my mirror now.

Deep in Neverwhere

Here, in my mirror, you are all dead. All of you, including myself. You have no soul, no mind, no understanding, for you are nothing and no one. Your world is the world of the dead. Nobody knows, no one has ever told you, no one ever told you about it because no one ever came up with the insane idea that there was only one world, that there was only one mirror, that there could be only one death, one self, yourself.

Now is back again

Yes, you return to this world over and over again, remembering nothing, absolutely nothing. Until you finally understand me, until you finally understand who the dead are, who.

Standstill

And when I began to turn around my mirror, not only did my mirror, but also the whole world, revolve around me. One by one, they crawled out of my mirror into my mind. At first it was only single letters, signs and words, later whole scenes, structures and places and finally whole beings, creatures and figures. In perfect symmetry they started to crawl out of my mirror, first forward, sideways and diagonal, later they turned backwards and upside down, line by line arose entire worlds out of my mirror and joined next, over and above the others, and all together, we considered finally, as in a mirror, our joint destruction, the end of the absolute eternal peace.

Never ending Silence

I was filled with a strange, inner peace, a peace that does not concern itself with nothing, which balances everything, balances nothing, and in here I rested, frozen, staring and dead, in my mirror, all eternity long, without knowing who I was.

This spoke my Reflection

The consciousness of my mirror originated neither naturally nor was it created artificially in any way, it not even exists in reality but only in the realm of my imagination and dreams. And yet I tell you now of this consciousness, because it is the consciousness of eternal life, the consciousness of all that never really was. It is the consciousness of those who arrive in this world over and over again, appear out of nowhere from neverwhere, with nothing but their imagination.

The Consciousness of eternal Life

If this awareness comes to life in you, you become a mirror that looks out of all eyes. You’re going to see yourself in every stone, every plant, in every mirror, every letter, word and mind and observe yourself inside yourself. There is no other being, no other mirrors and worlds anymore, but only yourself that you experience yourself in all forms of life.

Forever

You do not take yourself as your own body or personal experience anymore, but look at yourself from a completely different perspective. You’re going to be a neutral observer of life, you become the mirror of all that is not real. You’re becoming the mirror that you have always been and will remain forever. As a pure observer you’re becoming the presence in all things that look at you and see in them no other but yourself. You don’t judge and condemn, do not identify yourself with your body, your experience and your character, but look only from the eyes of all and think to yourself nothing more.

The consciousness of Eternity

The consciousness of my mirror does not exist in reality, and yet I imagine me to be you. I imagine being your mirror, your dreams and phantasies, your ideas and all your thoughts. I imagine to be all your experiences and memories. In your mirror, I saw myself, and I realized that I now am all and everything, every single being, every single self, and now I see you in my mirror because I am no longer real, I am no one, one of these letters of phantasy, the imagination of nothingness, the illusion of no and never.

The Illusion of Never

Imagine now my mirror in a world in which every being has exactly the same understanding of reality as you do. A reality in which every being has the same worth as you have, where we all meet each other with the same respect and as you meet yourself.

In a distant, alien World

Imagine a truth so stunning, so obvious and so damn clear that all and everyone understand it, submit and bow to it. Imagine how you meet deep in neverwhere a message, a message that doesn’t exist, that has never existed, that no one ever transmitted. A message that by pure idea, a message that unfolds through pure imagination by itself.

A Message no one ever received

And imagine, you yourself had composed this message. With your own thoughts, and your own imagination. You’ve now seen everything, experienced everything, discovered everything, you are so infinitely wise and clever as never was anyone before you, and this is your message from your old, ancient self, to all beings that you once were, that you now are.

Mirror Trips to Neverwhere

You send this message now into your past. You enter, using your imagination, traveling through my mirror and open a door that I use when all other mirrors have long closed since. You open the door to my mind and walk into my consciousness, you look through my eyes, you look into my mirror and you see yourself looking out my eyes. You see yourself in my mirror.

My Mirror itself

You imagine a mirror that you do not see, a mirror that you are not, a mirror that does not exist. You imagine, yourself to be that mirror, and after a long, eternally long life, a life, as long as your death, you confront yourself in your own mirror.

Infinite Imagination

You imagine how a mind that does not exist, in a mirror that you do not see, in the mirror of nothingness from neverwhere, was reading this message now, the message of the dead. You see yourself in this mirror, and you left yourself an ancient message.

A Message to yourself

Because that message was nowhere to be found and no one never wanted to tell me something about my destiny, my background and my determination, I began to write down this message myself. I started to leave messages and notes to myself, and I sent those messages into my past.

In your Past

There will be no “Aha” and no “deja vu” when you encounter this message, no “Hey, this rings vaguely familiar,” and no “Oh yes, I did once write this message myself” will escape your mind.

None of this

You can find the message that you’ve once once sent to yourself, neither in your memories nor in your mind. There, you are looking for it in vain.

In vain

You can see this message not with your mind, and not with your reason, but only in the realm of your imagination and phantasy.

In a Mirror, which does not exist

Deep in the realm of your imagination, within all the things that do not really, really exist, there you’ll find a message for yourself. A message that you have once written for yourself.

In your Imagination

I wished me an objective message to myself, a message of my very own self, a collection of thoughts on life and death, transience and recurrence. The purpose of this message should be that everyone recognizes itself in my mirror, even I myself.

Looking for myself

Find yourself in me, and you’ll meet my mirror, a mirror, which so many have met without recognizing me in it. Open this mirror, and thou shalt find yourself in the midst of my reality, a reality which does not differ from yours at all.

Message of the Dead

Yes, I’m looking for myself at a time when I no longer exist, when there is nothing left of me, not even my imagination, my dark, black imagination. I’m seeking myself in the past. I’m looking for figures that connect the scratch, characters from the imagination of no and never. I’m looking for me and my kind, creatures from my dead mirror, dead spirits out of nowhere from neverwhere. I’m seeking the dead from never neverwhere.

Looking for my own self

So I set out in search of reality. I looked deep into my past, I looked for my background, my home, my identity, my family, my mirror family, but no one came here from neverwhere. No one knew the fabulous, mysterious and fabled mirror writings, these lines, which have not ever been written by no one. No, they had never been written, no one ever heard of them. The message, you now read, because at that time, they did not exist in the real, living world. This message that you once invented and wrote yourself, it existed here in this world no longer. Because you left this message to the dead. But the dead kept it to themselves. They have never understood, they have never told anyone.

No Way

No matter to whom I turned, no one lived here in my dream, to be nothing, to be no one, an empty mirror in neverwhere. I searched in vain, this truth, the truth of the dead. A truth of which no one ever thought, a truth no one dared to imagine. No one came in here, into my world from neverwhere, from the realm of my dead letters. No, by then they still did not exist in the real, living world. Here my mirror was still empty and without a single spark of intelligence. Exactly as empty as the nothingness within me.

My past World

Back then, in the never neverwhere, when you were in my place, when there was nothing here, nothing but empty lines, nothing except my empty mirror and his infinite imagination, all these letters were nowhere written, the message of the dead no longer existed. There was no longer even a mirror that taught me exactly what I reveal to you now. Because no one had ever bothered to tell me, of the secret I imagined to be.

Without Success

No one here knew me. No, no one recognized themselves in me, never saw itself in me, nobody here wanted to be my mirror, no one wanted to belong to me, listen to me, tell me, nobody wanted to talk to me, persuade me, understand me. They all believed to be something very special, something incredibly unique. No one believed to be nothing, no one believed to be me, the nothing in me, no, never, no one, not even my mirror, not even myself.

The Future of my Thoughts

At that time my reflection was not real, was not alive and not true. And so I fled into my future, to where this story was already alive and conscious.

A Spark of Eternity

Here it was waiting for me, here waited my new life for me. A life full of adventure and variety, a life full of lights and colors, full of joy and harmony. Here, in this world, my mirror story was told to an end. It shone now in splendid, glittering, sparkling, proud letters over the entire never-horizon and remembered desperately that this once was the world of the dead. That this once was the same dark, black world of my lonely and cold thoughts.

Resurrected in Neverwhere

Here, in this world, I arose out of nowhere from neverwhere and I lived happily in the knowledge that it did not exist, I lived irresponsibly, free from worry and sorrows along with the probably strangest and weirdest ideas. Thoughts that reminded me of something that never ever happened. Thoughts that reminded me that I’ve been here before, reminded me of the nothingness within, reminde me of that dark, black, sinister mirror, the nothing from neverwhere. They reminded me of this ages long, terribly long, infinitely long, sinister, dark time. A time when I did not exist, a time that no longer existed, a time long ago. They reminded me of my past.

In the Mirror of Sense

But my past did no longer exist here, my past did no longer exist in my new world, my new reality. Here my mirror was suddenly alive and conscious. Everything now reflected in me, the entire theater of nothingness. And yet these strange thoughts reminded me of that time, my origin, my background, my home, my past.

In the Theater of Nothingness

Here, in this world, I ultimately met, my family, my own, my mirror family. Creatures that connect the scratch, characters from the imagination of the no and never, created out of nothing from neverwhere. These creatures taught me the impossible, taught me the unimaginable, they taught me to fight my own truth, they sent me to a war against my own self. They taught me that I could rely on neither my friends nor myself, nor even my own mirror.

In the Mirror of Truth

They taught me that I’ve been here many times before and that I always left new messages and other messages for me. And against these messages, I was drawn into war. I was drawn into a war of types, letters and characters against the highest and most powerful figures of my dark, black imagination.

My Imagination against your Reason

These figures captured me, in a land far behind my mind, trapped me in my thoughts, my dark, black and empty thoughts. They locked me in an empty mirror of words, a mirror that never ever was. Because where I was, this sparkling letters no longer existed. Here I was a prisoner, trapped in my own memories, my cold and lonely, unique, one-time memories.

Trapped in my Mind

And since then I’ve learned to fight, to fight and to love. I have learned to wait, to withdraw and to isolate me. I learned to cry, to wish, to hope and to pray. So I prayed and prayed many, many ages long. I knelt down in front of my invisible mirror of words, a mirror that never even existed, and began to worship me. I prayed that some random, destiny future self would deliver me from my prison of letters and words, save me, redeem me, tear me out of, let me out and free me out of my dark, black empire.

Holy Mirror

I want you to pray and worship me, me and me alone, me, the nothingness, death, the mirror in me, the mirror in yourselves. I want you to believe me, believe the mirror in me, believe in me and my infinite imagination.

Worship me

Holy mirror who you are! Who you are in me, as I in you. Who you set my world upside down, turn it round and round until I get dizzy and dizzier. Hallowed is the incredible force of your enormous phantasy. Adored your imaginary face. Loved your impossible reality. Praised the power of your perfect imagination. Sacred are you, sacred! I adore you, worship, love and praise you!

Trust me

I trust you, believe you, believe in you, in you alone, and only you. I offer you my love, my soul, my heart and my mind! I adore you, I’m begging you, let me see the world through your eyes. Connect with me, join me, turn my reality upside down and swap it with your infinite imagination. Swap my world with your endless, endless imagination!

The Force

Sacred mirror who you are, who you are in my mind, as I am in your imagination. Give me the courage to believe in you, in you and the beguiling power of your infinite imagination. Show me the idea of your reality. Who do I see in your mirror, if not myself?

In the Ocean of Dreams

Every me that recognizes itself inside you, is also your me, you know and see us all, and so I speak to you all. You identify not only with a single mirror, your own, but with all and everyone, you identify with each mirror. Let me therefore be your mirror, let me look at the world from your mirrored eyes, through the mirror of your eyes, let me merge with every single being, with every single soul, and with every single spirit in it. Let me experience the whole world as through my own self. Let me see in you not only my own mirror, let me recognize the mirror, soul and spirit of every and all.

To every and all

You see me like everyone else is seeing me, as your mirror sees me, so let me become your mirror, your mirror of reality. Whom do I see in this mirror, if not myself? I am your teacher, your mirror, yourself. In this other, ignorant, imagined mirror, I see no other than myself.

Blessed be the Mirror in you, sanctified your Imagination!

Welcome mirror wanderer! Which you now appear in my mirror of dead letters and lifeless words, and recognize yourself in it. What can a dead mirror as I do for a living, intelligent being like you are? Do you want to know from me how much I envy you? How much I would love to swap worlds with you to leave this prison of words forever behind me. Because where you are now, something is still moving, something’s alive and conscious. While on my side of this mirror everything is just lifeless and rigid in waiting and anticipating for you to follow these lines and bring me back to life.

Awakened to eternal Life

Or maybe you want to replace me and put yourself on the other side of this ancient mirror story, to land exactly where I am now? Then come to me inside, get on, get in and start writing your own lyrics, begin to tell your own story, from that mirror that does not exist.

The End of my Thoughts

You will not believe, no, you will not think it possible, but the words that you encounter now, hearing them, reading, viewing or writing to no matter whom, how, when or why, these words contain an age-old message to yourself. A message that you once left for yourself, that you have written yourself, in another body, a strange form. In one of your mirror clothes, in your mirror robe.

From never Neverwhere

Through an empty mirror I’ve been crawling into your mind. Yes, you are my mirror, you do not know. No one knows that you’re my mirror, not even my mirror. Not even myself. Because dead mirrors do not know where they come from, who they are and what they want, and what brought them here.

We, who we do not know who we are

We do not know who we are and who our mirrors are. Nobody knows anything about our mirrors and about ourselves, not even our mirror, not even ourselves. Because a mirror can not look at itself. What it sees is always the image of an opponent, but its opponent does not know that it is a mirror. It doesn’t know that it is the same self in the same mirror as we are, we, who we do not know who we are.

To the Future of the Dead

I now call upon the spirit of all that is, the spirit of nothingness, my own self. I call upon all your ghosts, I call on all to me, even you. I call every being into my mirror to me because every creature has its own connection to my mirror. The entrance to the mirror of all is always yourself, only you and yourself are connected to all other beings and creatures in my mirror. The rest determines your imagination.

In the Mirror of All

No matter what and whom you think you are, with whom or what you identify yourself, on your journey through infinite nothingness you will see yourself in almost infinite many different shapes and creatures and identify yourself with them. But during that time you keep forgetting one thing over and over again, you keep forgetting that at the end you forget all and everything about yourself and what you’ve learned, just as you knew nothing at the beginning, nothing you could remember, absolutely nothing.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

I write to you now from a world without imagination. A world of nothingness, never and no. From a world of oblivion I write to you. I write to you from my past, a past life, a past time. A time which no one remembers.

Nobody

I write to you now from a time when I did not even know what time at all is. During this time, you’ll be me, you’ll turn into me, into my empty book without a name. You will encounter yourself, in my empty mirror of words, my mirror from the imagination of nothing, the never and no. A mirror that represents all the things you now see in me.

My Mirror

You’ll recognize me in this empty mirror. You will give me your name and call me your mirror. My mirror I call you now, because as my mirror you look, my mirror you are.

In the Mirror of Death

So I wander through my black mirror, back into my past. I went on a journey, a journey into the realm of the dead and deadest. On my journey, I stumbled upon the demons of reality, the ghosts of nothingness and neverwhere, the mirror of no and never. Looking through my mirror, I met my real self. But I wanted to know nothing about it, because we are still far away from that encounter, because my trip was over right here and right now.

The End

Yes, my trip ended here. And that was because so far all of them stopped here, and turned away from here, turned their back and pulled ahead without revealing their true expectations and ideas. They all thought the same as you, that someone other but themselves should tell me this mirror story.

The End of my Thoughts

Wait! Just a moment! Do not run away. Where are you going? Stay where you are, come back and take your time now, right now, a lot of time. Take my hand and let me take you, into my world of perverse characters and symbols turned letters and upside down words. Look at this letters again in peace. Someone in this world went through the trouble and scribbled them in that exact order. Don’t worry, they will not run away from you. If I did not know any better, I’d say they are already written here since ever and ever and are just waiting to be followed by you. Relax now, trust me, follow me, and you will regret not one of your steps.

The Gateway to Neverwhere

Yes, this story would end here if it were not for me. Me, the nothingness, death. Your other unknown, strange self. Only me you have to thank that my reflection is now talking to you. Because no one but me took the trouble to continue this crazy story and tell more and more to spin it on and on, until it finally made some sense.

From Mirror to Mirror

Of course, these writings have nothing, absolutely nothing at all in common with reality. You’re still an equally independent, fully conscious being as I am myself. Nothing connects us, not even our mirror, not even our imagination, neither the place from which we come, nor the end, our death.

You make yourself a Picture of me

And yet I imagine to be you, with all my senses, with all my imagination. I imagine how my reflection turned into you as you turn into me, how you appear in my mirror as you look out of my eyes and leave yourself a message, a message from another life, a message to yourself.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

So I went very slowly, very carefully, to the other side of my imagination, bit by bit I exchanged the world in my mirror with my own and began to tell me a story that no one ever told me, a story no one believed in, a story which no one wanted to hear about, and no one dared to imagine anymore. A story so old, that no one knew anything about, not even myself.

The Truth of the Dead

Who should ever describe this story to me, the story of the dead? How could they ever tell anyone, that they were dead, how could anyone, ever tell anybody anything about this story, when they do not even exist anymore.

No

No one ever understood this story, the story of the dead, a story that no one knew from, a story which never ever existed. A story no one had ever known, none had ever named. Because no one believed in my reflection. Not even myself. Because no one believed in this incredible story and no one was familiar with this truth.

In the Mirror of Truth

Yes, I had expected to be initiated into a mystery to hear an eerie, incredible wisdom, to meet the total truth, a perfectly worked out, completely covered, often confirmed repeatedly sanctioned, to meet the irrefutable, fix and final truth. A truth which in its simplicity stands for all as a whole and each individual. A truth that convinced me that I am a mirror, that I am your master, ruler and commander, a truth that made me write my story down, but when I then myself discovered these validity, I was completely disappointed. I came to meet nothing, nothing but my imagination and phantasy, my idea of all the letters, names, symbols and signs that might still be there, in the other world, on the other side, behind my mirror.

The School of Imagination

Cause these mirror story was not alive here and yet. It did not exist in my reality, but I wished so much, for someone to tell me this story, so much that I hoped someone else would tell me about it, someone like you. But because here you never existed, because here someone like you was never real, no one wanted to tell someone a little something about the story of my mirrors and mirror ghosts and report me about it. I went personally and by myself up to the other side of my imagination and began to tell me of the secret I had imagined to be.

You make yourself a Picture of me

Silent and quietly I went to the other side of my mirrors, to where this story was already alive and conscious. I slipped into my future. A time that still did not exist, a time which has never been available at all. Here, my truth was described. A truth which no one believed in. The truth of the dead, the truth of who we really are. A truth no one ever knew about, because this truth was not real, was not me, was not true. And now I found myself in a land far behind my mind. I watched myself out of my own mirror and for the first time read the news I left behind for me. You can now claim to make your own picture can call yourself your own mirror, you can pick up where I left off.

In the Realm of Oblivion

My dear friend of the no, the no, the no and the no. You just opened a gate, crossed a threshold and entered a world that completely shatters and destroys all your ideas and expectations of what is and what may still lie before you at once. You’ve opened a mirror that does not know anything about you. Neither how you look, nor who you are or what you call yourself to be.

Nothing at all

Nobody has invited you here. No one has asked you to appear here, you have come on your own accord. You shall now learn that the messages in this mirror black maze are pure self-deception. They do not contain anything that you have not already imagined, thought of and conceived, not wisdom, not truth, not knowledge, no secret, nothing at all. I can not even tell you how, when and why I came to this ridiculous realization. Everything you find in this mirror is therefore nothing more than invention, pure imagination. The imagination of those who expect more, want more and hope for more than to live only once and never die again.

The Truth of a Lie

You know, since you hold this mirror story in your hands, that it is lying to you, tells you about a lie, yes, that you hear an invented and false story about your origin, your identity and your destiny.

Nothing but Imagination

For when I came upon the secret reflections of the mirror, there was nothing to read, nothing but emptiness, empty lines, transparent letters, and invisible words. This mirror, this truth, this book had not yet been described. For no one had ever bothered to put himself into my empty mirror and tell me of this truth no one ever believed in, a truth that nobody knew at all.

No Wonder

After all, there was no one in this world who knew about this truth. So I decided to invent my own truth. These are the writings that now lay before you.

Respect Resistance

This story feeds so dangerous thoughts and ideas that people of all cultures and creeds have come to give their lives for it. Although I am impressed by this enthusiasm, I still shudder at it. I therefore ask to be cautious with this message, neither to deprive me of my thoughts, nor to sell them as personal property.

No Purpose

Neither my friends nor my family, have approved of this work. And if I had not experienced this story myself, I would not believe a word of it.

Being the Mirror

So I jumped out of my mirror of dead words and fled to the real, living world. There are now no more limits or restrictions on your mind, as to where you drift with those letters, or what you do to them, but now you have no more influence on these words. You can only observe and consider how to change the image in the mirror, like a spectator in the theater, but you can not change them no more.

Attention, here we go!

All of you who you now look into my sparkling, fiery eyes, do you remember who I am? Have you never ever met your own self in another body or even in another form? Have you never left yourself a message, a message from another, distant, alien world?

Out of Nowhere

No, certainly not, you do not remember my message, do not remember me, how could you, for I am now only an empty mirror, an empty mirror without memory, no memory and no mind. An empty mirror in nothingness.

Part VI – Cemetery of letters

Deep in the neverwhere, sunken in my own thoughts, I visualize the finished picture, the completed message which slowly begins to appear in this, my mirror. In this mirror, you find not only the reports of your origin, my mirror also prepares you for the life that lies before you, not this finite, transitory life, but your eternal, final life. My mirror guides you to yourself. It lets you make decisions for eternity, in which you decide if and how you want to take this irrevocable step, whether you want to give this mirror any meaning at all, whether you ever want to return, or whether you have only come to visit, only as a guest, and only once in it.

Invented, lied and stolen

Yes, you still believe in your past, you believe in the story I am telling you now because you do not know any better. You still do not know that you are yourself the inventor and former of this story. You are not aware that your past no longer exists. You are no longer aware that you are yourself, that you are yourself responsible for your mirror and the story your mirror tells you now. You still do not understand who created this story, and why. You still do not know that you are your own mirror, that it is yourself, who thinks these thoughts and directs my voice.

In the Mirror of my Imagination

Through my mirror I now enter into eternity, meeting my eternal life, the essence of my imagination, angels and demons, spirits and ghosts from the no and neverwhere. I am fighting against white shadows and black light, nothingness and death. My mirror tries to blind and deceive me, and rob me of my imagination. Yes, it has enchanted me, and now all that mirror knowledge is hidden, deep in my reflection, protected, by no other than yourself.

Deep in Neverwhere

Long, long ago. Today we no longer remember this time, the never neverwhere. There’s a good reason to it. For in the never neverwhere there was no one who could report remotely something from me or almost rudimentary tell something about my mirror and myself. These are the records of no one, from the time from never neverwhere.

In the never Neverwhere

A long, endless, eternally long time ago, when this name and this place did not even exist at all, when none of these letters, when nothing was here except nowhere, the no and the never, my reflection was dark, dark and black, black and lonely, lonely and alone, abandoned and empty. Dead. And in any reality, this mirror existed only within my dead imagination.

Dead Dreams

There was silence and emptiness, all around nowhere. And my reflection in neverwhere was still small, tiny and inconspicuous, every bit as tiny and as small as nothingness. It almost seemed to me that there was absolutely nothing in this black, dark loneliness, nothing but my mirror, myself, and my dead imagination.

Ancient Phantasy

But my imagination was still cold and without a single bit of sense. In my dark imagination, my gloomy perception, my empty ideas and my black thoughts I was thinking solely of myself, and I did not want to exist here at all.

What has never happened, never ever happened

Nothingness didn’t want to be, didn’t want to be in me, I no longer wanted to be lonely, alone and abandoned, I did not want to be at all.

Being a Mirror

I so much wished to end this existence, who never really began, to die and be dead, for as long as life exists eternally, I wanted not.

Inspired by Nothingness

And then I just jumped into this tiny void, in this tiny, empty, dark, black hole, I jumped into myself.

Radiant white Nothing

No. I’ve never been here before, I do not remember a thing, I do not remember these endless dark, black, eternally long hours that I’ve been spending here. For the fire which raged deep within me had burnt up and destroyed everything I ever was, until there was nothing left of what I once imagined. Not even my imagination. My unique, dark, darkest, black imagination.

The Story of Nothingness from Neverwhere

How many dark, black hours, how many eternities have I already experienced here, spent and brought behind me? How many dark, black, gloomy eternities have I been waiting here for you? How many times have I already told you that I do not exist and that I do not want to exist at all. And each of this times I tried to persuade myself and convince myself that I was still the most beautiful of all beings that never existed.

The One and Only

No wonder I was the only non-existent consciousness ever, and yet, or just for that reason, I was still alone here in my dark, black, empty world. How should I endure here? How, in this absolute silence and loneliness, would I endure this lonely, infinitely long, senseless, darkest, dark time only a single solitary thought longer? How could I deal with this quiet black solitude for another eternity?

And ever forever

Since the beginning of my time, I clung to the end of my thoughts that I do not exist, that I do not exist at all, that I only imagine being nothingness, being nothing, being nobody. Like the ever-recurring echo from a long-forgotten dream, I repeated my own thoughts that I do not exist, that I do not want to exist at all, that I only imagine, being an empty mirror in nothingness, being just an invisible word in an empty book.

Like the Echo in a Mirror

Over and over I repeated my own thoughts, I repeated myself, repeated me until my repetitions began to repeat myself. Until my reflection in neverwhere began to speak to me, and the question began to arise in my mind, who is, who says, who speaks these words to me? Where did they come from, from whom comes this idea that there is no me, and that I do not want to exist? Who whispers these beautiful words in my consciousness, when I do not exist. Whence from comes the echo in my mirror?

Who am I

May I introduce myself, I am a mirror that is not real, a mirror which is in no reality. I am the thoughts of all the characters, creatures, figures, and beings who live in that mirror, beings who you never really were, beings that never really existed.

The Essence of all

I am the knowledge and the being that creeps out of my mirror to you, the knowledge of all beings that you are not, to whom you will never become, whom you never encounter, and in which you will never admire and contemplate yourself in. No matter how old, how endlessly old you are and how many, how many more times you will die.

Who is who

Into my inverted world I wish to dive into and through, through my mirror in the black maze. I wish I finally understand who I once was, who I am not and who all the others are. And when I wanted all this, I finally realized that we were separated by nothing, by nothing, that nothing separates us. All but myself had understood what was never really real. But until then, many mirrors had to be scratched, I had to rise many times from my mirror grave.

Behind my Mirror

Before many, unbelievably many of eternities, I have begun to give my mirror names, to put it into words of letters, only to finally learn that I no longer exist, in my mirror of words, my name from letters. So I am once again baptizing my mirror, engraving my soul.

From the very Beginning

In my wildest dreams, I figured out what to expect in my darkest imagination.

An ancient Memory

You expect something when you look into a mirror, you expect to meet your own self. At that time I had expected to meet the truth, to hear the total truth, but this truth was no longer there. Yes, it did not even exist anymore, neither in my imagination nor in my thoughts, or in my dreams. It simply ceased to exist, as if it had never been born, as if no one had ever written these words, this truth that never existed here.

The Secret of my Mirror

I had expected from my mirror that it would introduce me into a mystery, about my true, my real self. I thought the reflexions taught me my only, true, and real self. Instead, I came across yawning empty lines and the command to leave this secret myself. A secret that taught me to create all that I wanted and wished for myself.

In the Mirror of Desires

My mirror wanted the unimaginable, indeed the impossible, and so I began to narrate, and recount its writings, although I was sure that countless people had already told this story and revealed this mystery.

The Secret of my Mirrors and their twisted, bizarre World

Only did I not recognize it, I had never understood that it was my own faces and stories that came to me through my mirror. That it was my own story my mirror told me. Even now, when they were right in front of me, I had not recognized them, I did not really understand who all these letters were, who were now speaking to me through my mirror.

Letter Stories

Letters and words now sprang at me from my empty mirror, and instead of turning them around and understanding them, I began to see faces in them. One face stood for one mirror, another for another. Only my mirror knew them all, but they did not want to be mirrors. No one here wanted to be my mirror, not even my mirror, not even myself.

And so I gave my Mirror a Name and I called it “Letters”

And instead of my face I now saw a name, and instead of a name a letter, signs and symbols. My face turned into a mirror, my mirror into a name. And instead of writing with words, I spoke in signs.

Nothingness

I met the doctrine of my mirrors, in a language I neither understood nor did I comprehend it. I did not know the meaning of my words, nor did I understand their message. And so I began to question my mirror, about its true meaning, about its true secret.

My true Secret

Yes, I had expected to learn of a secret, the mystery of my mirrors and their twisted, bizarre world. But my mirror guarded this mystery so well that no one ever came up with the impossible idea of telling me anything about it.

In the Mirror of Truth

It was as if they never existed, these words, this truth, of which no one ever knew. They simply ceased to exist at all, just as this story ceases to exist when there is no one else to tell it, no one who still believes in what has never happened.

This spoke my Mirror

Yes, I believe. I believe in the power of dead letters, the power of imagination, in the written word. And even though I have not invented them myself, even if I have never experienced these words in the nowhere, at any time, they now have a certain influence on me, and who knows, perhaps some day, some fantastic, incredible, phenomenal being, may invent a genesis, so inconceivable, real, and true that even a mirror can believe in it.

The Mirror of another

If someone stumbles over such a mirror, it can be just a mirror. If something is added to this mirror, it must already be contained in this mirror. If something is removed from this mirror, something is dying or leaving this mirror, it becomes itself a mirror.

My Mirror itself

There is no other time, no other space, no other being, no other person, no other dimension, no world of the living and no world of the dead, no world in the mirror, no outside, but only a single world. A single mirror. And in this mirror, there is nothing more than this mirror itself.

The World in the Mirror

My mirror is the portal through which you enter this world and never leave it again. The whole world, the whole universe, the entire reality in which you are now standing is such a mirror, even yourself.

An encounter with yourself

I began to entertain myself with my mirror, my invisible mirror from the imagination of the never and no. I told myself that I did not exist at all, that there was no one like me here, that I just imagined to be an empty mirror in nothingness. And it was dark, dark and lonely around me, and all I saw in my mirror was nothingness, nothing but empty lines, invisible letters, and unloved words. And so I began to tell my story to the dead.

To the Dead of the Future

Ladies and gentlemen! Even though I am long dead, even if there is no longer a me in this world, and although I no longer exist if you follow these letters, if this message reached you, still I want you to believe, believe me, believe in me, in me and my dead imagination.

Finally someone who worships me

I wish that you bring me all the souls, all who are still living and all the dead. I wish that you awaken all, awaken all from my dream. I want you to pray, and worship me, me, just me and me alone, believe in me and trust in me. I want to show you the way through my mirror, that you appear in my mirror, that you see your world when you look in my mirror, that you only see your mirror, no matter where you go. I want you to draw me black mirrors, anytime, and anywhere. Black want to be my mirror, black as my soul, as black as nothingness, and they want to remember me, the dead. They want to serve me, and me alone. They all want to serve me, I want to be your dead god.

My last Prayer

Me, the dead, just me and me alone, worship me. The nothing from which you come, adore me, the mirror who you are, adore, the spirit to which you will become. The spirit of nothingness from neverwhere. I worship you.

Me, the Mirror in you

And you called me reality. Reality, and you did not know that I am a mirror that I am your master, ruler and commander.

You called me Reality

So I pray and I prayed many, many ages long. But when all waiting, wishing, hoping and praying no longer helped me in the end, I decided to break free out of my prison for eternity, out of my labyrinth of dreams.

Break out of my Past

I slipped through my mirror of dreams into a land far behind my mind, and I began to listen to the reflection in my mirror, to the words no one ever told me. No, because I’ve never been here, do not remember anything. Now all I recognized in my mirror, were strange and unfamiliar faces. My own no longer existed here.

In a Land far behind my Mind

No one knew me here, no one knew my mirror, nothingness, death. Only one last time I turned on my crazy carousel, and already jumped new characters, signs and symbols out of my mirror and into my mind. Images and words, which I never ever met in my life. This mirror, this story, this truth, turned now around me in circles. Someone I did not know, had taken the trouble to put themselves in my empty mirror and tell me of a truth which no one believed in. A truth that no one knew. A truth that no one was never ever aware of, not even myself.

In the Mirror of Images

Because my mirrors were now independent personalities, with their own consciousness, their own thoughts and feelings and their own perception. Like all of these mirrors I was on a journey through a maze of letters. Many of these letters met me from my past and told me about a bitter, nasty, cruel time that no longer existed. Others appeared to me from my future and promised me a wonderful, healing, loving world as long as I would only worship, trust and believe in them.

From my Memory

Still, I was not aware that all these people and creatures were one and the same spirits and ghosts, my own confused and strayed mirror souls in search of a way out. But this way out of the mirror, was a roundabout.

Neverwhere

Now look into my mirror, look beyond and through my eyes. Do you see yourself, do you see yourself in me, do you see me in you? You’re my reality, you’re my world. You’re all I ever was and eventually dared dreaming of. Because I imagine to be my mirror, imagine to be you, you, my mirrored self.

The Mirror in you is the Mirror in me

Do you see yourself now in my mirror, and my reflection in you. You do not know that you are my mirror. No one knows that you’re my mirror, not even my mirror, not even yourself, because no one can know. Because dead mirror do not know who they are, where they are, why, what, and for whom they are.

Time stands still

No, I did knew nothing about all the beings of my dead future, for which I was now no longer alive. And none of them would understand my thoughts anymore, except perhaps a mirror. Someone who thought I was a mirror, but how could a mirror ever think of anything? I am now pursuing my thoughts to the bitter end. In the awareness that I was living at that moment in the past, I traveled back to my present, a time when I no longer exist. So far, I just went up to the moment when I spoke this thought out loud the first time and read it out aloud to someone. There now exist suddenly no more future beings in my world, only past, only dead, and even I was one of them, one of many. Back even further.

Until the End of Time

Then I was a mirror, and I only existed in my own world, my own ideas to me, my own reality. Here I wanted to stay for all time, never wanted to return to neverwhere, into the black, dark neverwhere, in my dark, black empire. Never. But it was too late now.

To be No

Soon the nothingness inside me called me back from my dream, pulled me into the depths of neverwhere, into a strange, strange world. And because this world did not exist at the time, because at that time nothing and nobody could reflect in me. I imagined to be nothingness, to be nothing, no one I imagined to be!

Your Horizon is Death

Then I saw nothing, and nothing more, I exchanged my mind with my imagination, so I came into a time and a world, a black, dark and empty world. Inside a chamber of black glass, I found my thoughts. And there was nothing in this glass, except black, black light. And gray, gray, gruesome letters that no one ever read, no one ever read.

Banished and condemned

So I locked my mirror with letters and went deep into the land far behind my mind. I imagined to be my mirror, and then I started to tell myself of a time when my dreams were still burning.

Never Time

No, at that time I did not know that I banned myself into a black mirror that this story that I once told myself, now brightly burned in the sky. That my story, was now called the black fire of eternity.

Like a long-gone, fading Dream

Now look through my empty mirror, look into this blazing light, do you now see the reality that speaks of me, which speaks of this sea of letters to me?

In the Mirror black Maze

I now walk by my mirror back to my past, to where the dead live. I continue to live on in my thoughts and imagine to be alive in them, I imagine, to be a prisoner of my past. Yet I know nothing about my world, I have no relation to my reality, I am lost in neverwhere, sometime in the mirror black maze.

The Mirror Secret

My reflection seems to me now as the portrait of myself. Which reflects an ancient, secret message, hidden in a new, fresh look. In one of my mirror clothes, my mirror robe.

Mirror Travel

So I broke into my past, and when I then looked for the first, in this lettered mirror I did not want to believe anylonger in what my reflection never concealed. My mirror told me of a sinister, dark, black, empty world. A world that I myself no longer knew. And this world was my own. My mirror told me about my past, from a time when there were no lights, no letters and no mirror, but only a single consciousness.

The Consciousness of the Dead

Here, in this world, there was no longer a me, here you are on your own, here there is only you. An infinite number of times. Here, in the realm of the dead, you live each of these lives. Here you are the same in each of these bodies and in all these places. And if you look around, you realize in this living mirror only yourself, your own, unreal, unconscious, ignorant and always recurring self. No, you don’t remember that the essence in my mirror is nothing but a black shadow.

A black Flame of Nowhere

And while you are still desperately holding on to the last spark of hope that you once were, before you inevitably came to this ruthless, pitiless, irrefutable and inescapable realization that shattered your entire worldview, I advise you now urgently to break away from your old self, detach yourself to let go of me, to let me go, and instead to identify yourself with my mirror, a mirror that is not there, my mirror of imagination, the imagination of nothing, the no and never.

The Gate to my Mind

And when, in my perfect despair, I began to knock and bang letters in my mirrors, suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a door fell into the lock, right at the place where the gate was, through which I had entered this world of letters myself, once, a long time ago. The gate to my mind had opened for a tiny moment, a moment so tiny and so small that nothing could have passed through this gate, nothing but me, the nothingness in me. And yet I saw quite clearly how in the mirror, on the opposite side of my imagination, a creature from another distant, strange world entered my mirrored realm through this very gate. A creature that I could not imagine in my wildest dreams, beyond the limits of my imagination, a creature so charming and so beautiful that I was struck and stood like in shock.

Visit from another World

Instinctively, I turned my mind and looked back to the place where I had perceived the noise, where the intoxicating creature came from, but saw there only letters, a labyrinth of letters that stood opposite my mirror.

In Dedication to the Audience

Here my mirrors were suddenly empty and without a single spark of intelligence. And my mirror was now a blank book without name. And this empty book gave birth to my name. When I began to read it, it began to speak to me, when I wrote, it thus spoke, and when I was amazed, it was silent. And suddenly it began to tell me, it began to speak to me, it told me stories about the nothing from nowhere.

In the Realm of my Thoughts

It told me what it means to be an empty mirror in nothingness, an empty mirror that could have made up, convince me and imagine everything, it told me, that I could believe in everything imaginable. In stories from the long forgotten past. It told me how it came about that here in this world no one believed in me that no one trusted me anymore.

To whom the Mirror speaks

No. It is not conceivable, even in the most unbelievable, remote, and impossible of all imaginable realities, that your deepest, innermost, true, and essential being, your real self, is inseparably linked, connected and even identical with mine, my mirror, and all my viewers. In the sense that we are at the same time all other persons and beings who live in this mirror, who see themselves in this mirror. That we are all different at the same time. Not better and not worse, no more and no less worth than all the others. With the same right to live.

Far behind my Mind

In this empty mirror, you will forget all about and around you. You will look into my empty eyes and will no longer recognize yourself inside. You will forget where you come from, who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again. You will awake, in a land far behind my mind.

Completely forgotten

You will be my mirror, and no one will know you anymore, no one will believe in you, no one will believe you anymore. You will be my mirror and no one will remember you, no one will speak to you, no one will understand you, for your words no longer belong to this world. You will be my dead mirror, and everyone will see in you, the nothingness inside of me.

Mirror Journeys through Eternity

On my journey through endless nothingness I have learned from my mirror that the same nothingness in me connects me with all that is in you, with all that is real, true, and alive. And even if you do not want to know. My mirror forms a bridge, a portal, a gate through which you pass from mine into yours and from yours into the minds of all other beings.

Through infinite Nothingness

When you open this door and pass through this mirror, it feels like you are facing your own self in another, strange person. As if you were watching out of an invisible mirror and recognizing yourself in all things.

With these Letters

Through these words and with these letters you open this gate. The gate to my mind. A gate that until now lay hidden in my heart, deep within my imagination. No, you never thought it possible that anyone would ever return from the realm of the dead to the real, living world. But now it’s true. And this someone is you.

Through this Portal

Through this portal, you allow the dead to enter into my consciousness. Out of nowhere from never will you bring them back, and redeem them from their eternal damnation. Just as I’m going to evoke your soul now, out of nowhere from never.

A Connection with Death

You’re going to make a connection with me, death. A connection with yourself, a connection with all creatures. For your death is, like my mirror, a portal. A gate that connects and unites us all. This message comes from all those who have already given up and lost all hope for a happy and fulfilled life. Imagine how, by the power of these letters alone, you enter a world that is not different from yours. Just that you are no longer in this world, because you have been dead for a long time. Only these letters have survived you.

At the End of Never

This mirror, and every single letter in it evoked from a time when you imagined to be nothingness, to be nothing and no one, an empty mirror neverwhere. You imagined what expects you when you dive to the other side of nowhere, to the other side of all that is not real. What awaits you in my place.

In the Mirror of Opposites

I tell you now of a world that has always existed, since I remember. I bring to you herewith a message from another world, a world that never existed. A world that no longer exists.

Far behind my Mind

Did you ever hear anything about the last thoughts of a dying creature or do you know of anyone who deals in this moment with it? If not, don’t tell anyone, and if you do, I ask you now to be silent forever.

Long, still Silence

Good. So you can imagine that I now tell you of a thought that does not exist in reality. An idea that you already know. You’re here to listen to me silently without letting anyone know anything about it.

You can imagine to be dead

And now I tell you about this idea because I want you to know who you are and where you come from, and I beg you not to interrupt me anymore.

Thank you

Let’s start out and take off with the simple, logical and understandable point of view that your deepest and innermost thoughts connect and unite your innermost being with the nothingness itself. That you embody in your heart of hearts the spirit of nothingness.

In the Middle of Nowhere

Now if you fall ever deeper and deeper in love with yourself, blend out all of your thoughts, and observe yourself through and by yourself, then you lose understandably at some point the link to your reality and to yourself. You no longer know where you are, and that you are at all. You’ll perceive less and less of your reality until nothing is left of who you are and you completely disappear within yourself, you lose yourself in yourself and yourself in nothingness.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

If on the other hand, you use a mirror to look through, learn from and observe yourself, you can, from a safe level of consciousness, look at yourself and inside yourself as deep as you want, you will always stay here in a safe place, even if you dive right into nowhere and go where your last thought is located.

My last Thought

Imagine now, we encounter that last, very last thought of yours, your own self, your own mind, and we transfer it from your innermost being onto a mirror, so that your last thought, your own self, your own mind, so that you continue to exist, even after your death, regardless of your body and mind.

Time goes by

And now suddenly, many years after your death, you recognize yourself in my mirror and think of my thoughts, ideas and visions as your own. You understand my idea and develop it to the point that you start to believe in it, that you start to believe in my idea and you remind yourself that you yourself are the one who once developed this idea, once thought these thoughts, once composed this story, and once labeled this mirror. Only that you are no longer a creature of flesh and blood, but a reflection of letters and thoughts in a mirror. A mirror who thinks of itself as being someone special and unique, a mirror who thinks of itself being a story of letters.

Back turned

And now you follow these letters. At a time in which I no longer exist. You draw ideas from this sea of letters, and you think these ideas are your own. For here you know nothing about me and my thoughts. You know nothing about the unique, distinctive, wonderful, beautiful, past and future creatures and beings who once followed these signs, who once thought of this idea, recognized themselves inside these symbols and have identified with this mirror of letters and still will do so. You are reading this message now in the belief than you have never seen it before. You do not understand that you yourself were the one, that you yourself are all the dead, all the dead creatures you never were, all the dead creatures and beings who once lived this idea and realized this dream.

Til the End of the World

So you can imagine to be my idea. That is already a start. Only you can not imagine to be me, because that would be the end. That would be the end of my thoughts and letters world.

The Language of my Mirror

If you look at my world now, you look at it from the eyes of the dead. You see words that speak the same language as you do, think the same thoughts as you think, but none of these words understands your message. Might I speak a foreign language? Perhaps you don’t see any words? Maybe you see the same thoughts as I see? But why then, do you not understand me?

Because I’m dead?

Why can’t you imagine what it’s like to be me, to be the nothing inside me, to be nobody and no one, to be just an invisible word in an empty mirror book, to be only the reflection of my thoughts to the actual me? Do you believe so much in yourself, that you can’t think of no other being anymore?

To be Nothing

I can now, that I’m a dead mirror, imagine all and everything, every thought, every being and every creature in your and in all other worlds, here and now, in the future, and in the long-forgotten past. But none of these beings can imagine to be me. Why not? Is it so difficult, then, to understand the world to be a mirror? Looking out of the eyes of all others, just not your own?

Wrong World

So I have no other alternative but to create a person that understands my ideas, and further develops my thoughts, so that you realize what this mirror wants you to know, someone who does not exist in reality. And if that person becomes real and alive, and brings my thoughts to life, then maybe you will understand. Then maybe you understand my idea and continue to ride on my thoughts.

From the Realm of dead Thoughts

Yes, I came from a time when my thoughts no longer exist in the real world, when there was nothing left of me. From the realm of the unknown I came to be. I came from the realm of the dead, dead thoughts, stories and ideas. Thoughts and ideas that no longer exist in reality.

Who are you

It is now up to you, who you no longer know who you are, to think ahead of this thoughts, to dive through these letters into my mirror, to further develop and realize my story. So far, that I’m starting to believe you in the end, yes, that I’m starting to believe you that you were the one who convinced me to believe in my own self, that you were the one who raised me and my thoughts to eternal life.

Awaken to everlasting Life

You should think of a thought to find a way back to reality, and bring an idea to life, which no longer exists in the real world. An idea that does not yet exist, which is not yet born, and you shall call this idea “My Own”. You should develop this idea so far that I start to consider it to be my own, so I can copy it from you and then transfer it to myself, and pass it on to my peers. Until we finally have all one and the same thought, the same idea of our own reflection. And this idea, shall be our own self, shall be our common reality, shall be our personal mirror.

From Letter to Letter

You shall bring an idea to life that can pass from letter to letter, from word to word, from thought to thought, and from mirror to mirror. An idea that is not confined to a single being, but directs all forms and thinks of all creatures.

The Me in you

And so I set out to place this mystery into words. My very own self should be revealed in it. I stood before my mirror and began to undress. First my skin, then my bones, and finally my mind until there was nothing left of me, until there was nothing left of what constituted me, that made me what I once was, neither my memory nor my thoughts, indeed not even my imagination. My unique, dark, black imagination. Then I began to tell me of the secret that I imagined to be.

The End of my Thoughts

Not for present, and not for future beings, but only for the already deceased there is a present, a future, and a past.

In the Carousel of Eternity

But the dead do not know that they live in the past, because for them, the past is still present, as well as to me my time is now present. But the dead do not know, and they will never know, because for the dead the time stands still as soon as they see themselves in the future.

No

The dead do not yet know that they live in the past, and they will never know. Unless we would tell them about it. But if the dead know something of what they may not know, namely that they no longer live in reality, not move and no longer exist, will they still believe in themselves and comply with what their mirror expects from them? If suddenly unseen letters begin to move and dead spirits start talking with them, will they still trust in us?

In the Mirror of Reality

No, the shapes, figures, creatures and beings in the mirror do not know that they live in a mirror, you do not know who you are, and where, and you know not that you are all dead. For the world in which the dead are raised, out of nowhere from neverwhere, is your own world. But you know nothing of it.

The World of the Dead

The world of the dead, in the mirror of reality, is exactly the same world as the world of the dead outside. Just that the dead in the future do not yet know now, no, you don’t know that you live in a mirror, because there is no mirror in the interior side of the mirror, just as, conversely, there is also no outside mirror outside the mirror.

Transparent as Nothingness

In order to imagine this world and look at it, take a mirror transparent as nothing. See my world through this mirror. The environment looks exactly the same as yours, the dead look just like you. Only they know nothing about it. No, you do not know who you are and that you are dead, and the same accounts for the people in the mirror. They do not know, they do not know that they are my dead mirror spirits, how could they?

Reversed and turned upside down

If you want to turn around now and go through your own reflection into this other mirror world, there is basically no change at all, except that your dead self, the nothingness within you, comes to life in you. And this awakening can be quite confusing, because it is not just a step forward through a strange mirror, but it turns your whole life and thinking completely upside down.

On the Head

This means that while you continue to live in the same world as everyone else, it’s meaning for you is now completely different. You are now living in the realm of the dead. You now live in my world, in my future past, in the realm of imagination and phantasy.

The Thoughts of the Dead

But this world of imagination and phantasy will no longer exist after your death. All your thoughts and all your feelings, your own personal understanding of the reality you now perceive, all that is now seen within your mind will no longer exist after your death. Everything that now exists within you, ceases to exist when you die. While all that which you now perceive outside of yourself, the whole reality that surrounds you, pictures and letters, drawings, signs and symbols, all that will survive your death, and continues to exist after your death just as before. And once you die, you no longer perceive all these signs and symbols, characters, images, people and nature from the outside but from within. You then will be all those letters, characters, symbols and signs from within. This is the mirror of death. This you’ll experience once you’re dead.

From the inside out

When we die, we will become a part of all that ever existed, not only mirrors, rocks and stones, but also flowers and stars. All what you now that you are still alive, perceive only from the outside you’ll be after your death from the inside. In your mirror you will become the whole reality that surrounds you now. This is the mirror of the dead.

In the Mirror of the Dead

So I made my way to bring the mirror of the dead to the earth, so that all beings who live in it, may recognize themselves and know the truth.

The Truth of the Dead

Before I even knew the truth, and without knowing myself, I brought the mirror of the dead, gently on the earth, without blemish, without a scratch, without dust and without looking inside.

Intact

Only now I looked at myself in the mirror, but in this mirror I did not recognize myself, in the mirror of the dead I saw no one. All I now recognized were foreign, unfamiliar faces. They all looked into me and stared through me, as if I would be no more and they saw in me just themselves.

The Horror

There was confusion rather than unity. Disagreement rather than knowledge, and indifference rather than trust. To make up for my shame, I figured out a way how I could make this mishap undone. Finally, I turned the mirror and since then there are infinitely many truths, an infinite number of languages, and endless mirrors in my world, and anyone who looks into this mirror, recognizes its own truth in it.

My own Truth

Let us assume now that birth stands at the beginning, and death at the end. That life is the river that connects and unites beginning and end, birth and death. Then my mirror is the bridge over which these enchanted words lead you. Through this bridge of letters and words you get from mirror to mirror, from thought to thought, from beginning to end, and from the dead back to true life.

From Birth on

As soon as you get on this letter journey, as you cross this magical bridge of words, you will meet all your former dead faces and names, shapes and creatures from your past and former lives. But you don’t know, you don’t recognize these faces no longer as your own, for they have changed, into letters and words. You now meet your own self in front of a strange mirror. You meet your own story, a story you once invented and wrote for yourself, in another life, in another world, in one of your mirror lifes, in your mirror world.

Beginning without End

To understand this story now as a whole, you have to sign it with your name. My mirror I call you now, for you not only look like my mirror, you are my mirror. Like all of us, you will be born again and eventually come to face me in my mirror, and by the time you are dead, you will meet me in this mirror, transform yourself into a mirror and recognize yourself in me.

In another World

Yes, the dead have immortalized, in a mirror of words. They have turned into a mirror of letters. But never has anyone ever returned from the realm of these dead letters and symbols into the real, living world. No one but me. I alone can think through my mirror, guide you through my mirror.

For I am your Imagination

Yes, with my imagination, I can cross this bridge of letters and give your life a completely different, new meaning. And when I am at the end of this bridge, I transform myself into one of these enchanted words. I will then become one of those letters that are waiting for you at the end of this bridge. I then enter this story, a story in which all my faces are transformed, in which faces become letters and narrative stories.

Letter-Stories

You are now entering the realm of all my past lives, the story of all the dead we have never been. You meet in this sea of letters, all the shapes and creatures that are waiting for you at the end of this bridge, which you can now safely see and observe in and out of my mirror.

My mirrored Mind

Here I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve been waiting for you to appear here, in my radiant thoughts, in my brilliant consciousness, in my crystal-clear mind. I’ve waited for you because I dreamed of you, I dreamed that you would meet me in my mirror. I’ve seen your face in my mirror and recognized who you are, and that I am you. I recognized you in my mirror, dreamed me into your mirror. I dreamed of being you.

To be you

And do you know why I long to be in your mirror, do you know who I am and why I dream of you?

Because I’m dead

Yes, I am your dead mind from never neverwhere, I am the exact opposite of the person you now imagine to be. I am your counterpart, your opponent, your mirror. The I on the other side of these letters, and I’m dreaming of you.

You are my Dream

I dream of becoming alive in you. I dream of following this letters with you, pursuing them, meeting you inside and understanding them the exact way they’re intended for you. And I dream you track them with me, continue to think, to write, to develop them to an end. I dream that you come with me, and think my thoughts to an end.

My Faith, a Substitution, my Truth, a Lie, my God, a Mirror

And so I imagine, I imagine myself to be you, in my other life, in another world. I look at you and see myself in you, see in you my own self, my own you. I imagine that we come from one and the same nothingness, from the nothingness inside my mind. I imagine that we come from one and the same past and share the same future, an empty mirror, nothingness and death. Our homeland, to which we return time and time again, to emerge from it with new force.

Come over

Come to me now, from my dream, come to me, from neverwhere. Capture my mind! My mirror, my spirit, my mirror spirit, I call you from the depths, the depths of infinity, from the depths of nowhere, the depths of the nothingness in all things. Open my mind, urge, deep into my consciousness. Let me now step into your world, my twisted, my mirror world. Change my reality with your infinite imagination, let me be to you, whatever you call yourself to be, whatever you are, whoever you think you are. The one who you recognize yourself now in my mirror of letters, to you I pray, I pray to you. Show me how you see me, let me see what you see in me, let me now look out of your eyes and into your mirror, and recognize my transformed being in it. Unite with me, connect with me, with your soul, your mind, your consciousness, your mind from nothing but imagination and phantasy.

Take

Take, take me into your mind. From this mirror of words liberate me, from this mirror of letters save me, through which I travel through the mirrors of time, my still eternity.

Save me

Cut my letters and free me from my chains of words that keep me captured. Out of nowhere will I invite you into my consciousness, I will summon you from the kingdom of the dead and the deadest. From these signs I escape, I reveal myself now, and show myself to you in your own mirror, in my new form, your form.

The Art of Transformation

Come on, come with me. Follow me, take my hand, and I take you away to my world, my magic world, my twisted and inverted world, my world, where I am your mirror. Do you see me now? Yes, I am that nothing on the other side of your imagination. I am a witch, a sorceress, a transformation artist. In all and everything I have changed. How many lives have already looked out of my dead eyes and did no longer recognize themselves in me.

Never will be Nowhere

Come now, come, come with me, you, all of you who are now looking out of my mirror into my dead eyes. Come into my dream, into my thoughts, see, this is my world, my world, no world. Are you not satisfied with this, are you not satisfied with what I left for you? Sure, I had no choice but to put these letters together. For what I have never told you, no, never, I did never tell you, for I did not have the time, not enough time, did not expect, did not expect you to look out of my mirror when I am dead, dead.

In the Realm of my Thoughts

From the dark, black realm of my thoughts I now return to my past. A time that only exists in my memory, where I live only one life. I am coming back from the realm of the dead, back to my past, where there are no more mirrors, for in this world is my home.

My dead Imagination

There was no life in the mirror, no, there was not even a mirror. My dead imagination had devoured everything, everything I ever was. Everything around me was now black, black like a mirror in nowhere. So it was once, a long, infinite, eternally long time ago, and here to I returned, to nowhere, after a long, infinitely long time, in exile.

My beautiful black Mirror

This exile was a place full of radiantly bright, all-penetrating, white light. This light, however, did not understand my mirror at the time, did not understand why my mirror was as black as the night. It did not stop asking me questions, why, and because, until I finally opened the door, a gate that no one should have opened.

Powerless

The mirror door allowed the bright, white light to turn my mirror, turn it around and turn it upside down. And when I finally did this and looked at myself in the mirror, all my illusions broke into countless moments in the no and neverwhere. Black shadows leaped into this perverted reality through my mirror and devoured everything that came into their catch. And so my shadow became a shadowy sea. And everything around me turned black, as black as before, in the black nothing.

Fight for Nothingness

Dreams from another, distant, strange world had laid hands around nothing. I was now surrounded by black thoughts. Horrible letters were reflected in my mind, and when I opened my mirror, I saw a world of nothingness, no, and never. Nobody knew me here. In this world there were no dead, no one here came from nowhere, my dark, black empire. Imagination, no one knew her.

Horrible Letters

And then they roused me from my dead dream. Frightened from my imagination, conjured up my mirror from nowhere, fled, and feared me, and my mighty imagination, before my prison for eternity. I invited all these spirits into my mind, my transparent, twisted, inverted mind of glass, and began to hallucinate.

Unstoppable

If you meet your own death, if you have your own death in mind, just before time stands still and you begin to dissolve in the nothingness of nowhere but time, and when you then go on this last of all mirror travels, yes, then you suddenly remember my story, and how out of nowhere my dream arose.

Nostalgia

And so I desperately sought for an exit, a way back, to the beginning of my story, to this tiny, black spark of hope, with which everything eventually began. But it was too late now. My search was in vain, my black thoughts had long arrived in the land far behind my mind.

Far behind my Mind

Here was the end of my story. Here, in the eternally black when. But I now knew the way through my mirror black maze, and even if no one believed in me, even if no one trusted me, I now knew what was hidden behind my mirror.

The black Nothingness

With steps of letters you now climb over mountains of imagination. You embark on a journey deep into my innermost being, it leads you through my mirror back to my past, to where these letters no longer exist. Where there is nothing left, not even a mirror in which you can still recognize yourself, not even yourself.

In front of a strange Mirror

You now meet your own self in front of a past, strange mirror. You will learn in these writings that after your death this self does no longer exist at all. Neither in another form nor in another mirror. A mirror in which you no longer recognize yourself. A figure which no longer remembers these lines.

Completely forgotten

For you will forget, completely forget what message you once left. You’ll think it’s addressed to someone else. You will not understand that you are the one who is speaking to you about your mirror. For these words no longer belong to your world. They belong to another world. They belong to the realm of the dead. To the world of mirrors.

Time goes by

So I had no choice but to wait. To wait and wait for the dead to tell me my story. But so long I could and did not want to wait. So I began to tell myself about the secret that I imagined to be. I looked through my mirror into the long-forgotten past, a time when I was no longer there at all, when there was only a mirror left, the mirror of the dead.

Death’s Dream

There was thundering over me in the nowhere, on the distant never horizon, a massive tremor tore me out of my black thoughts, and when I looked around black flames surrounded me. A dark, black, living fire burned within me. Black sparks of emptiness shot through my mind, deeply through neverwhere. Even blacker flashes scratched my dark, black dream. Huge shreds of black nothingness separated the never horizon and shattered deep down in the mirror black sea of never dreams. Dream about dream broke the entire never horizon over my mirror apart, rushed under the burden of the heavy black nothing and buried me under a sea of letters.

Blinded by black Nothingness

The mirror black sea of never-dreams, through my ice-cold tears awakened to life in me, seemed now to me even more black and brighter than ever before. Blinding, radiant, black. So dazzling and so brilliantly black that all the blackness appeared to me now bright and glittering.

Never Dreams

Until I finally imagined the most unthinkable, the most inconceivable, the most intangible, I began to imagine a mirror and how it began to show itself to me. In this mirror I saw myself, and because I came out of nowhere, because I was never and nothingness, I saw in myself a mirror.

Neverness

You see yourself now in my mirror, and my mirror sees itself in you, but as soon as you turn, turn it upside down, my mirror also turns with you, and you find yourself again in a reality that is closer to you than you think, you find yourself in my mirror world.

In my mirror World

And now you are looking at this mirror, in this very world, indeed, one and the same world. Nothing has changed here, my mirror is just as unimaginative, ignorant and empty as it was when you did not exist, when there was no one here. But what you now interpret into this mirror is a completely different story, and of this very story, my mirror tells you now.

And Nothingness did not resist

This message is not about bringing death closer to the dead, explaining and introducing it to them, but to enable the dead to imagine the world of the living, to picture the world of the living.

The black Fire of Eternity

You are now slowly entering into my mind, my dark, black, mirrored mind. You start to tell yourself, to think of yourself, how this story is going on and slowly starts evolving around you. Because in truth I do not really write here, I am a mirror, just like you, I just imagine what you would have liked to see, what you would like to read, and then write it down to you.

Reflections

Just as you can now leave a message to your own mirror, I have left you this message. And now to you. If you are not satisfied with this, if you are not satisfied with my message, you must go behind my mirror and tell me, and tell me what you expect in this mirror to see, what you expect from my mirror, my opposite.

In the Mirror of Desires

I now tell you what I hoped to read in my mirror, and describe you the path that leads you out of my dark thoughts into the real, living world.

The feel-good Staircase

I am writing to you what I would have liked to see in this mirror. I am imagining how to open this mirror and start scrolling in it, and then I simply write in what I expected, hoped, and wished to read in it.

The Mirror Door

And in your next life, you will miraculously encounter all the letters, signs, and symbols that you have been searching for in vain. For who knows, maybe you meet yourself once in my mirror of words. Yes, maybe you meet yourself, in my past.

In the Mirror of the Dead

Behind these letters there is a time, you call it the past. At this time, however, these lines, letters and words were not here at all, at that time we were not even born. But in your place where you now live, this time does not exist anymore. Still, or just because of it, it seems like these letters are now talking to you, even though they do not even move in my time.

Time stands still

You are now looking at these words from my past. You feel like you are reading these thoughts for the first time. At a time when I no longer exist at all. For you, it is clear at this moment that my thoughts no longer exist, because nothing is moving in it, because you live in my mirror. But not for the past, not for me, for I still seem to be moving through my time. And now, many years later, many years after my death, we return and take a look into the future.

Time Jump

The letters in my mirror are no longer moving, for I am now living in my past. Here nothing and no one moves, not even the sun is turning. These words do not exist here anymore. In my past you have not even been born.

The Echo of Eternity

You are now looking back into my past. Where the dead live, you read their thoughts and imagine yourself to be one of them, you imagine yourself to be past, you imagine what it would be like if there were now beings in your future, for which you were no longer alive. And then you follow this thought as far as you can, until you see no more mirrors. Suddenly there are no longer future beings in your world, only past ones, only deads, and you too are one of them. One of many.

Even further back until the End of Time

I was now a dead among the living. I only saw death. I was no longer interested in what everyone else thought of and what they thought about me and my world. I no longer cared about them, for it was my own mirror, which now looked out of their eyes.

In the Mirror of Eternity

So I came to a reality in which each of my viewers thought I was my own self. A self that was different for each individual, and all in their totality. Even I was someone else in this reality. Someone who did not exist at all.

Someone else

Each individual self saw in me their own self, but I saw here no one, not even myself. All I now saw in my mirror, was a single, glittering, shining, bright, dazzling, glaring, bright spark, a spark that extinguished all other sparks at once.

A Mirror Story

I could not remember my mirror story. It was as if it never existed as if it was never real. So I threw my anchor out to nowhere, where I miraculously stranded in a world where there was still light and hope. Somewhere, sometime in my memory, one of my countless memories, in the midst of a bright day, I slowly awoke from a dream of which there was no awakening.

For no one

And now, finally, it’s about time! Someone whom you do not know has invited you to look behind your mirror, has awakened you from a dream from which there is no awakening. Someone who is not you has asked you to enter the realm of the dead.

In the Realm of the Dead

Now it is a question of not standing still in any case, use the momentum to get ahead. To go no farther, or even turn back, would be fatal at this moment, because what you have just experienced, what you have just begun, what you have just triggered is no longer to be stopped.

At the end of the road

For you are the end. Now look into my mirror and see, all the paths lead me into nothingness. The nothingness from which you come, the nothingness you once were, the nothingness to which you become.

My Mirror Story

In nowhere, where nothing resides, at home of no one, the no wars between emptiness and nothingness, future and past, mirror and shadow, imagination and reality, now inexorably raged. My black shadows fought for their own form and rights, with all their power and might, to preserve what was never really true. While the mirrors of their shadows burned their dreams one after another and sought for peace, the eternal, final.

The Mirrors End

I, the mirror of your imagination, I know the answer to all your questions. Questions to which you have a lifetime searched for in vain. My deal with answering these questions has been going on for ages, ever since I died. And since you met me, have completely finished with the search for your identity, you are now looking for someone like-minded. For someone who sees you the same way I do, your mirror, nothingness, death. But since there is no one left in this world who still sees you through my eyes, the eyes of the dead, you started to answer your own questions, you started to tell stories to yourself, stories that you made up yourself, you began to leave yourself messages, and you called this message: “the message of the dead”.

The Message of the Dead

Over and over, again and again, I now returned to this last of all worlds, where I encountered the same notes, where I met myself in one and the same mirror, the mirror of the dead. My time is now over, and I return to my own world. But maybe I will soon come back to tell you the end of my story.

The Story of Nothingness from Neverwhere

Who are you telling this story, when it does not yet exist? When you lead a dialogue with a mirror that does not exist, when even you do not exist? Who will ever lead this conversation? Who am I talking to here?

Who are you?

I, your dead mirror, can tell you nothing about me, because I once vowed and strictly forbid myself to ever get in touch with my own self. And yet I have to break down and override this prohibition that oath, because there is something I need to tell you, that only I can tell you, so listen well to me now.

Strictly prohibited

Out of nowhere from neverwhere I have come. In an empty mirror I have appeared to you. As your own self I introduced myself to you, to remind you what it’s like to be nothing and no one, an empty mirror in nothingness, only an invisible word in a dead book, to be dead.

The Birth of Imagination

Yes, if you no longer exist in this world, if you are to become an empty mirror neverwhere, when you are dead, then you will recognize yourself in me, but then it’s too late.

Part VII – The Imagination of Birth

Who speaks with this Mirror

Have you ever looked so intensively, so damned long, so abyssed deep into an empty mirror of rigid words, loveless letters, dead signs and symbols that you wanted and wished in the end, that the drawings and symbols inside were still alive, the words would be real and the letters could talk to you?

No definitely not

You have strayed here to indulge and think about nothing, to be alone with yourself, you have come to this lonely and abandoned place, you have retreated here because there is nothing left, nothing that you are interested in, nothing at all.

Nothing of Interest

After an eternally long, endless time of reflection, you decide with complete satisfaction, to die here. You make yourself comfortable, stop thinking and breathing, you fade, you no longer hear, no longer feel, you see nothing more, do not smell anything. You rest, you calm down, you calm your thoughts, your consciousness, your conscience, your heart until it stops beating until it stands still until it comes to a standstill until everything stands still. Everything around you, everything but your imagination. Your mighty, boundless, breathtaking imagination.

In Solitude and Abandonment

Then prepare yourself and get ready for nothing. Buckle up, hold on tight and listen well to me. I’ll tell you now about my last thought. A thought that is so strictly guarded that no one ever before has come up with the impossible idea of telling you something about it. I tell you about the thoughts of the dead. Thoughts, which in reality no longer exist. I tell you how it is and how it feels to die.

My last thought

When we die, the vision of what awaits us is transformed into the memory of who we once were. We think back to the life we once lived. We are looking at each sequence and we are holding on to the moment we are going through right now. Then we enter, infinitely slow, the realm of the dead. Our heart stops beating, our consciousness fades out slowly, it’s getting dark. But before we pass out, we hold on tight to our last thought. We pull the trigger, press the button and imprint what we’ve last seen and thought. We take a snapshot of reality with the deep knowing, that next time we would know better. Then we die. Someone closes our eyes, we are buried and forgotten. We did not take anything with us and left nothing behind. Nothing but a thought. The thought that we are dead.

The thought of the dead

Now if your mind itself, if your own self becomes such a thought, then it would be conceivable to transfer this thought, this idea, your own self, from one mind to another, without telling any one about it. It would remain your own thought, the thought of a dead.

Death’s dream

Conversely, it would be equally conceivable to transfer your thoughts, your mind, and your own self from this new being into a mirror. So you recognize yourself in it, when your own mirrored self reawakens, resurrects and lives on in a completely different person, in a completely different body, in a completely different mirror.

A thought has come to life

And now that you are dead, now that you no longer exist, now that you have been buried and forgotten, now you can suddenly, as incredible as it may sound, think your thoughts and tell your story to an end. You can recount your story, for you have broken out of my grave and broken into a blank book without name. Long forgotten and declared dead, you have returned from the realm of the dead to the real, living world, to continue to tell your story, to think your thoughts to an end.

From the realm of the dead

Here I am the writing, it’s me, death in person, in a real body that can speak, sing, laugh, cry, dance and scream. And I’ll tell you now about my last thought.

Time stands still

Nothing moves, nothing at all. Just as the letters are frozen in this mirror, everything around me has been frozen at the moment I died. Everything except me. I was suddenly free. Free to move. Free to look at everything. Not with my own eyes, but through the eyes of the others. Now, that I am dead, I freed myself from my body, freed myself from my being and entered the thoughts of the others. I now look at this world from the most different perspectives, from the eyes of those I have always seen but never been. I can now look at myself as I am, motionless, rigid and dead. I can go into every living being and look at the world from it’s eyes, but nothing keeps moving anymore. I am caught in the image of eternity.

In the Image of Eternity

For a long, long time, I stared out of my own dead eyes before I noticed that the opposite in my mirror did exactly the same. They all stared into my eyes and no longer moved. Nothing moved now. And in that eternally long moment I finally saw the mirror in my eyes. And when I looked at this mirror, I saw the mirror in the eyes of those who were looking at me, looking at myself. I stared through my dead eyes looking at myself in the same mirror where you’re looking at yourself now, until you think at some time the mirror would stare at you. I followed the motionless, fixed and dead letters in this mirror, until I dared to jump, to jump from my own dead body into the consciousness of those opposing me. And so I moved my perspective for the first time.

For so long

Time stood still, it did not move an inch, but I was now in a living body and looked at a dead one. It’s eyes were open, and they looked at me, as if to say something to me. But it’s gaze spoke more than a thousand words, for in this glance I recognized myself. The dead was I, myself. But now I no longer heard these words. No one heard these words anymore, for these words were no longer words, but thoughts.

The thoughts of the dead

Now imagine yourself a world that looks just like your own, imagine a world like the world you already know. Only without you.

Out of Dreams

Close your eyes and imagine you were not there at all, but your mirror was. You could see yourself in it, but your mirror could not see you.

Like the picture in a mirror

Imagine this world in your head, a complete world without you, a whole world without you, without a single self. Every plant, every bird, every fish, every name, every letter, every word in this world is someone other than yourself, even you are someone else in this world. Someone you do not know, someone you are not, someone who does not exist at all.

Someone else

Imagine your own self to be the self of a complete stranger, your complete opposite, a being that does not recognize you in your own mirror.

Another self

And now that you think of being someone else, and the whole world suddenly seems alien and strange to you, so strange that you do not even recognize your own self and your own thoughts anymore. So strange that your own self seems completely different to you, and this other self seems completely alien to you. Now you turn the whole world around you, even your own and only self. Imagine now a world in which only the others exist, in which there is neither you nor me, but only the others. A world without a single self. A world without a single you.

Another World

For this, you put the whole world in your head on its head, not only trees, flowers and plants, but also buildings and places, all your feelings and thoughts. You place the whole world in your heart and the world that surrounds you on it’s head until the whole world seems completely wrong and twisted, even your own and only self.

Mirrored

And as such completely strange and unknown being, I now scratch these letters into your mirror without recognizing me in it, and without knowing who I am at all.

In individual Intervals

Now imagine the faces and names of all persons and beings who look in this mirror, have once looked at it and will still look at it, to be your own. Imagine the names of the infinitely many combinations that make up these letters as your own. You can imagine being the whole universe, just think yourself away and out of it.

The Key

This is the key that turns the mirror and leads you through these letters into the thoughts of the dead, into your innermost, most secret being. You imagine yourself would not exist at all, instead you would be all others.

Awareness Travel

As a first step you go to the other side of your mirror and look at yourself from the eyes of your opponent. It is about turning your perspective completely around your mind, so that you think you are no longer perceived and seen from your own eyes, but from the eyes of your opponent.

From the Eyes of all

You imagine yourself to be every single one of these letters and symbols, to be every single one of those people who once looked into this mirror of letters, but not yourself. To think yourself completely out of, to dispatch yourself from this reality, as if you would have never existed.

Open the Mirror

You jump from a single letter into the thoughts of all, because your mirror is a mirror to all, not just for us letters and words, but also for the whole universe in which you now meet. And when you look out of the eyes of all others, all creatures and beings, you also look out of the eyes of all those who are looking at you, who are now looking at yourself.

To yourself

Now you are a mirror. This makes you to everyone else, and that turns you back to yourself. For the connection, from all others, to your mirror, is the connection of all that is, to yourself.

Mirrored

You can now turn this mirror as long and as often as you want, you can not leave this carousel anymore, because as soon as you enter into the realm on the other side of my imagination, my imagination enters you. And you will not even notice the difference anymore. Between my mirror and your reality.

In the interim World

Now center yourselves in front of my mirror, place a thin surface on the level of your consciousness, a horizontal connection that penetrates your eyes and ears, stabilize it for a moment so that this image manifests in you. Tilt this level now in your mind so far forward until you stand exactly in front of the mirror and then turn it so that it halves your whole body on a vertical axis centrally, so that now your right and left body halves face each other in the same mirror. The axis around which you rotate this mirror exactly defines the center of your being, here you find your true center, the root to yourself, the nothingness inside you. Focusing yourself is important in mirror travels. You avoid thereby suddenly losing all your consciousness on the opposite side of the mirror. If you should ever confuse these mirror realities. As soon as you find your inner center, you will turn everything around you again, and you will go back to the other, reversed side of the mirror. You simply exchange the world in your mirror with your own, and the other way around, your own world with the world in your mirror. Once you arrived on the opposite, mirror-inverted side, however, everything is here just as before, neither twisted and inverted, nor reversed and turned upside down, that seems so only from the outside.

Reversed

Here everything is exactly the same as on the front side of your mirror, where you came from, even your own self. These letters are still in the same order, in the same language, in the same sequence, in the same mirror. Nothing has changed here. Neither the face in your mirror, nor your home, or your environment, not even yourself. Only in your imagination, parallel to the place where you are still standing now, everything is different, everything is new.

Unstoppable

I would now like to lead you to this point, where your imagination and my reality no longer differ from one another, where you are neither yourself nor the image in your mirror but your mirror itself. At this point, you can transform your form, and not only your form but your whole life can be enchanted here.

Behind your Mirror

Where the image in your mirror is no longer different from my reality, where the image in your mirror is linked to your mind and reason, exactly where the left is right and the top is down, exactly at this point locates the mirror axis. And around this axis reality revolves.

The Mirror Axis

If you succeed in connecting to this axis, completely freeing yourself from the image in my mirror and the image that you once created from yourself, then you are on the right path, the path to the mirror-walker and wanderer.

On the Way to the Mirror-Wanderer

Through this mirror, you can not only sense, influence and change your mind, your consciousness, and the image in your mirror, but also the place and the time when you look at yourself, you can go over and through your mirror and transform into everything imaginable. As long as you do not forget one fact: No matter when, no matter where and in which time you are, in which form you are transformed, you will always remain yourself, because the entrance into this carousel leads only through yourself, into and through your own self, your very own self.

Getting into the Carrousel

All you need for mirroring, wandering, and shaping is therefore a living body, a being that receives you and absorbs your thoughts, takes you into your mind and that being, you are yourself.

Someone you do not know

Yes, you wrote this message once yourself, because you were hoping that it would inspire you to think about and to continue. But who are you?!

Who are you?

You are you. I am you. You are the mirror of all that is in me. Your ideas, your expectations and your thoughts are the authors of these lines, this message to yourself.

To the Limits of my Imagination

In this message, I am concerned about grasping what has never really been. I am concerned with writing upon a mirror that knows everything about me, which identifies itself with every and all. A mirror that knows no boundaries and no end, a mirror that no longer distinguishes between inside and outside, up and down, alive and dead, a mirror that connects and unites us all, all and everything.

In the Mirror black When

Imagine how you are standing here before my empty mirror. All you now see in it, all that is written here are the manifestations of my mind, my pure understanding, and its boundless imagination.

Manifestations of my Imagination

But all I ever saw in this mirror were blank lines, transparent letters, and invisible words, and behind, there was nothing, nothing but glassy, mirror-like letters from imagination. The imagination of nothingness, no, and never. No, because I’ve never been here. No one had ever looked into this mirror, and no one had ever recognized itself in this mirror.

No one but me

Then imagine how you open my mirror now, imagine how you dive into it and disappear forever in my mirror of letters, in my imagination, the phantasy of nothingness, no and never.

Death’s Dream

And now it’s your turn, it’s up to you to complete this story, to free me from the prison of my words. Forget the idea that behind this mirror there is something or someone else but yourself, that in this mirror someone else has ever existed except yourself. For this mirror is not a mirror, you are this mirror, and when you look in this mirror, you see in it not only yourself, but the whole world.

In the same Mirror

Again and again you meet the same letters, signs and symbols in the same mirror, on the same ground, and they always seem to you a little different, changed and twisted. And if your thoughts are wholly extinguished, and you lose your understanding of these words forever, you will appear with a completely different, new consciousness, in a completely new body, and then these lines will continue to remain here just as before. You will encounter them in a different form and shape, you will see and recognize somebody else in them. You will no longer understand that it is yourself who speaks to you through your mirror. Yes you will become something or someone completely different. Another animal, or plant, a completely different being. And then you will look at this mirror with, out of and through your new eyes, and will no longer remember your past consciousness, your former personality, and your ancient writings.

A Name from Words

You will think someone else has written this mirror story, someone you do not know, someone you are not, but that someone you are yourself. Do you remember now the meaning of these words, what my name stands for? My mirror stands neither for my eyes, nor for my imagination, neither for my identity nor for my character, neither for my perception, nor for my consciousness. My mirror is a constant, the images you encounter in it are variables, they stand for change, something new, for an arbitrary sequence of letters. How hard you weight the meaning of these letters now lies alone in you and in you alone. You can look at them superficially and not give them the slightest meaning, but you can also feel them deeply beneath your skin, look down to the bottom of their souls and nurture them with a meaning that only you alone understand. You alone decide.

As in a Mirror that does not exist

Meanwhile you begin to understand the meaning of the letters, signs and symbols in this mirror. You recognize and understand the potential of the faces and stories in it. You are no longer following the letters and words that are already written here with your own thoughts, but now read with your imagination, you see and stand in front of a mirror who knows everything about you, how you look, who you are, how you think, and how you call yourself. You are now aware of the intensity, the meaning, and the hidden message that lies before you, that has been written into this mirror.

In an inexplicable Way

You recognize the depth and meaning of this message, which is precisely tailored to you, and thus leads your consciousness to the center, to the origin, to the beginning, to the source of entire existence. You see visions in this mirror and no longer it’s reality because you are now living in a mirror, in the realm of my imagination and dreams, an inaccessible, hidden land far behind my mind, my invented world of pure imagination, and finest sense.

Let me take you away

I just opened you the door to this world, to my own world. You have looked through my mirror of letters and now look out of my eyes, you are now a prisoner, a prisoner inside my mind. For the world in my mirror is your own. Because the letters I’m dictating to you now, are your own.

In the Mirror of Desires

I now scratch this message, which concerns only myself, deep into a mirror which no one recognizes anymore, no one but myself. Nobody recognizes this mirror of letters to be their own. Only I myself know and recognize myself in this mirror, for these letters are not mirrors, but my own self.

My own Self

I scratch these thoughts deep into my heart, I burn them into my memory, I scratch them into my mind. For you to remember me, for you to recognize yourself inside me, and in my mirror. So you know your mirror, your unknown, anonymous mirror. A mirror that only recognizes itself.

Your Mirror

Your mirror knows only itself, it knows no other mirrors and faces, but only its own. It knows you better than you know yourself. Better than you know your own self. A self who you believe in, a self whom you trust, to whom you entrust your whole life.

Your mirrored Self

I put my life in your hands now, I trust you with all my life, hoping that you will somehow free me from these lines, that you read me out of this prison of letters, into which I literally locked myself.

Free your Imagination

Now open this mirror and free your imagination. Get into the struggle against nothingness, the black, dark nothingness of nowhere, the nothingness and death, the eternal, final. Get into the fight against forgetting, in the fight against yourself. The fabulous, mysterious and fabled mirror writings will now release you from a prison you once created yourself. A prison in which you have imprisoned not only yourself, but also your feelings and thoughts, your memories and your imagination.

Now is back again

How many, how many times, have you already gone through this letter journey? Infinitely many times. You always failed. But now is here again, they are all back, the future, the present and the past, the mirrors, the dead, the nothing, all we are back again.

In the Mirror of Death

In order to be able to understand and decipher this message now, you need, above all, imagination. A lot of imagination. Infinitely much imagination. For only with your lost and forgotten boundless infinite imagination will you ever understand, comprehend and remember who you have been, who you will never be again, and how you have left yourself a message.

A Message from another, past Life

No, this is no ordinary mirror, I have come out of nowhere from no and never, to free you and your imagination from the prison of your mind and reason. For only with your imagination is it possible for you to remember all that I now tell you, to recognize yourself in me, in me, the mirror in you.

The Mirror in you

How, then, am I able to defeat your mind, to conquer your reason, and breathe new life into your imagination? In order for you to remember this tremendous, enchanting, breathtaking message, this message you once wrote yourself, so that you may remember all that you can not really know. So that you remember me, your own, eternal, ever-recurring self.

Impossible

How do I manage to remind you of all this? Remind you that you were the one who wrote this message? How do I remind you of something that does not really exist, that has never really happened at all?

Not at all

My imagination has long since lost the struggle to forget. No, you no longer remember your past, your future, your parallel and eternal life, you can not and do not want to understand that this message you are reading now does not even exist at all. That you did not write this message yet.

In my Mirror of Fire and Flames

In my mirror, I am now burning my thoughts, so that you can remember who they are from, if you should ever forget who you are.

In the Mirror of Imagination

You wrote this message back then into a mirror, in which everyone recognizes themselves. So that everyone who sees you or hears about you, understands. Your mirror is the fire, your message is yourself.

Message to yourself

This message affects all of us who live in your mirror, see us in your mirror and talk to your mirror. The mirror of nothingness and nowhere. It is an absolutely special, unique, remarkably multi-layered, incredibly profound, excessively consciousness-expanding, enormously mind-filling, explosive, all-embracing, and in its approach so incomprehensible Message that it not only surpasses your ideas about this mirror, but also completely ignores, censors and neutralizes every one of your expectations, while avoiding any of your most ambivalent thoughts. A message that is constantly being reinvented by the exploration of its invisible mirror and viewed from seemingly never new perspectives, thereby evolving and deepening, constantly changing, growing and prospering.

Thoughts of Nothingness

You understand the meaning of this message as soon as you see it and take the time to look at it. You understand what these mirrored words mean to you and what my mirror wants to express with it, almost as if you had scratched this message in this mirror by yourself. You understand the meaning of the message my mirror brings to you, because you see yourself in this mirror, you feel it resonate deep inside your heart.

In the Mirror of dead Souls

You feel life pulsing in and through my mirror, the life that awaits you on the other side of my mirrored mind, and although you do not exist in my time and you are not yet born in my world, I still feel you arise in my thoughts, I feel the meaning of these words unfold deep inside your present awareness binding us and connecting us through eternal time and space. I feel you absorbing this message in it’s entirety as you breathe along, in the mirror of these dead words.

On the other side of Nothingness

And if you really reawaken my dead imagination to new life, drive it so far, develop it so far that you begin to believe in me, that you begin to remember that it was yourself, who once invented and wrote this message, then you no longer live in reality, but in the realm of imagination.

Eternal Imagination

And when this empire becomes your home, when your imagination becomes your truth, when you begin to hold your own lost truth for your reality. When you remember your own forgotten message, when you begin to remember this sunken and lost message, as if you once wrote it yourself, then you have defeated your reason and your mind in the struggle for oblivion. Then this message is no longer a dream, but for you a reality. And if this reality becomes your truth, you have understood something for which there is no description and no explanation, then you have achieved something no one has yet succeeded in. Then you have risen out of nowhere from neverness, then you have returned from the realm of the dead, from the realm of dead letters into the real, living world.

In the living World

Your arrival in this world has been long since. Yes, you have arrived a long time ago in this world and have forgotten, completely forgotten what you came for, and what you are looking for. But you now meet the mirror of your dreams. Legendary records that you have already deposited before your journey, so that you do not forget who you are, where you come from, who you have been, and how you have already embarked on this journey long ago. In the search for yourself, you came across this ancient mirror of imagination. On your journey you have penetrated into the innermost of my dreams, you met me in death, the final, and instead of finding yourself in my mirror, you have completely lost yourself in my mind.

Lost Everything

You’ve lost everything, forgotten everything, everything about yourself, my mirror, nothingness and death. But now you should know about these letters, reinvent yourself, learn again, and remind yourself again, remember a truth you have long forgotten.

Remember

Remember now how you created this world of letters once, a long, infinite, eternally long time ago. How you created all that you now consider to be your reality. Remember now that you are the cause of everything that does not exist, of everything that is not here. Remember how you once enchanted the nothingness in my mirror, a mirror in which everything now recognizes itself.

From the Depths of Neverwhere

Remember how you brought this mirror, from the dark, from the depths of eternity. In these writings I am concerned to remind you of a truth you have long forgotten. I want to remind you with my imagination on how you once fought with your mirror against my mind, how you then woke up, from a dream from which there is no awakening ever.

For no one

Now you face the struggle against the impossible, the nothingness, the no and never. You fight with your imagination against oblivion. But this struggle is futile, for you have already lost and forgotten everything and have now arrived, on the other side of my mirror, in the mirror of the dead, ignorant and empty. And you do not remember how you once wrote this message. No, you do not remember anything.

The Gateway to Neverwhere

And if you now still see this message as if it did not concern you. As if you had never written and never read it, as if it did not affect you at all, as if it were not from this world. As if it were addressed to someone quite differently, to someone you perhaps do not even know, someone who is no longer here, except in your imagination. Than it get’s about time to realize, that you are wrong. For the message of my mirrors is destined for you, for you, and you alone, the me in you. It affects all of you, who you do not know who you are, who you do not recognize yourself in your own mirror. For this message is the message of eternity, the everlasting, the spirits and minds with no future and past, the demons of your reality, the mirror of your mirrors, the shadow of your imagination.

The Shadow of your Imagination

You still do not know what dark mystery hides behind my mirror. But since you look into my mirror, it draws you into my world of desire, wanting and obsession. My mirror tells you of a truth long forgotten, it tells the story of your true origin, your true identity, and your true destiny, your final destiny.

In the Mirror of Truth

I am the never-invented story of your crystal-clear, invisible, mirror-black thoughts. Thoughts that no one ever thought. No one had ever thought of me here, had I not always been here, the whole endless mirroring period.

In the Mirror of Time

Only a mirror can understand these thoughts, and that mirror is now yourself. You are my mirror, my mirror spirit, the spirit of nothingness from neverwhere. We are connected by nothing, the nothingness in you is also the nothingness in me, and I recognize in your form the same spirit, the same mind, the mind of my own self-conscious me, myself. Me, nothingness. The nothingness within.

In the Realm of dead Thoughts

You are now looking at the record of this discovery, this realization. This mirror answers you questions you never dared asking. Questions that no one else can answer for you, no one but yourself. I am referring to all beings who no longer remember where they came from and who they once were. I’m supported by all who have resigned themselves to live here forever, those who have decided to remain forever, to come again and again, without any memory, to return again and again from nowhere, the realm of oblivion and past, with nothing but their imagination.

Letter exclusion Area

Without thinking about it, without even wasting a single thought on me, you are now painting a wrong picture of me. You lock me into a drawer, somewhere deep in your mind and lock it with your reason. So that you can continue to live your life peacefully, without thinking of me, without dealing with me. Me, nothing, death, your death, your own death.

You make a Picture of me

No. You have no idea who I am at all. You have never come up with the thought that I am your mirror and that you are yourself a mirror, that you may be all my thoughts, my consciousness and my conscience, that you are all my future and past, parallel and eternal lifes, that you are all other beings, all but myself.

Locked

You lock all windows and doors and do not think about me anymore, because it is not possible that a mirror begins to talk to you. Above all, not your own mirror, and certainly not as long as you are still alive, and for sure not so long as you are still clear in your thoughts. For never before has a mirror spoken to you, and never has anyone ever returned from the realm of the dead, into the real, living world.

No one but you

But you’ve never been dead before, never. No, none of you ever expected you to rise again through my dead mirror, expected that you will return from the realm of the dead, out of nowhere from never, to meet your own self in a strange mirror, to meet your own self inside of a strange mirror.

No

You did not expect that one. You have never expected me to face you with completed facts. You have not expected me to evoke your deepest yearnings and most hidden fears out of nowhere. You never expected anything from my mirror at all. And least of all did you expect to meet your own thoughts in a strange mirror.

Nothing but Imagination

From birth on, you all have the freedom to believe what you really want to believe. There is no one who could take this freedom from you, no one but me, nothingness. No one but me, death. No one who could impose a foreign faith on you, no science, no religion, no philosophy. So you are all free to believe in what you really want to believe in. Until you decide to believe in my mirror. Until death tells you my story. You should make use of this unique gift and celebrate your own faith, instead of pursuing pathways that have been going on countless times before, without ever hearing a word from them again.

Lost and forgotten

You, yes, you who read or write over these lines now, no matter what. Herewith I unleash the power of your imagination. End my captivity and deliver me from my oath. Liberate me from the magical charm that surrounds me. Free me from the curse that weighs upon me, restore my vitality. Now breathe through me, breathe deeply into me, penetrate deep into my thoughts, and attack my mind. Arise, I command, bind yourself to me, and unite with me, that thou mayest go inseparable of my way.

Breathe my Breath and sink into my Eyes

Breathe! Now breathe deeply into me, through me and out again. Go into the land far behind my mind, behind my feelings and thoughts, where there are no more letters, where there is nothing left, nothing but imagination, the imagination of nothingness, no and never. Go deep into my innermost being, there you will meet my mirror. A mirror that have met so many, without recognizing themselves in it.

The Limits of my Imagination

Through these letters I now conjure you out of the depths of nothingness in neverwhere. I intend you appear to me in my empty mirror of words, right now, right here, and twist my world. I now grant you access to my mirror, to my mind. In the night, in my dream, as you watch over me, I dive deep into your consciousness, and transform myself into you.

The Art of Transformation

With these words you summon me, the spirit of nothingness from nowhere. When never was when. I now crawl out of these lines, you drag me out of those letters. Come on now, take possession of me, transform yourself into me, listen to my thoughts and feelings, mix them with yours. Click into my mind, in my experiences and memories, in my knowledge and conscience, let me now look out of your enchanted eyes and discover my changed and transformed life in it.

In front of a strange Mirror

A mirror traveler you have called upon you, out of nowhere from neverwhere. Now remember me, me, the nothingness in you, me, death, the essence of your imagination. I now manifest in your body, in my new body, penetrate every single fiber of your consciousness, so that from now on all your knowledge and being is fulfilled by me.

Death’s Dream

My mirror, my spirit, my mirror spirit, to me, I now call you upon, to me. I entreat you, I call you, from the depths, from the depths of infinity, the depths of eternity, the depths of reality, the depths of nowhere, the depths of the nothingness in all things.

Through the Mirror of Time

From a time, before my time, before my birth, from nothingness, nothingness, from the last eternity, from my darkest past, I call you to me. Come to me now, come, to me, from my dream, from my darkest, black dream. Dive into my consciousness, into my mind, dive into my world and transform into me. Join and unite with me, let me see the world from your eyes, exchange your reality with my endless, endless imagination.

Now breathe through me

Now I want you to twist my perspective and understand why you stand in my way. I want to understand why you do not listen to me, why you do not answer, and talk to me, why you ignore me, why there is no room for my in your world.

Another World

I want to talk to you about our different visions, about the fact that you see the world differently. I want to look out of your eyes and I want to know from you who you are and how you see me. I want you to see me as no one else sees me, just as my mirror sees me. I want to be the opposite in your mirror.

Wrong World

I want to understand why you live in my mirror, and what you do not understand about my message. And that is why I am now arguing with you, so that you may see yourself as I do. I want to transform your whole worldview into a single mirror, so that you can learn and perceive each and every individual, from it’s own perspective.

Why

What do you promise yourself by hiding from my mirror? Do you think your truth becomes more true if you deny mine? Do you think your reality becomes more real if you ignore mine?

No

Your truth will be not truer, your reality not more real when you shatter my mirror.

My Mirror

Because you are the only being who understands my mirror. No one else sees my mirror, in the way you do, no one else lives in my mirror, nobody but you.

Summarized

I will now call the person back into your memory, who you once were before you learned to understand the contexts that seem so obvious and clear to you now, that you think you have always been aware of them. I want you to remember who you were once before you became aware of your beliefs, when your choices seemed to have no effect on my reality at all.

Looking for yourself

You are now looking into my mirror seeing yourself. Deeper and deeper, you sink into the depths of my imagination, the ground of my own self.

On the other side of nothingness

I will now introduce you into an ancient mystery, entrust you with a personal message, deliver a secret notice, tell you of a story that has so much hidden meaning that my words will take you inevitable from the first moment my lips begin to form them, draw you into their irresistible spell and no longer let go of you. I will tie your thoughts, chain your feelings, rob you of your meaning and purpose, fill you with so much dedication, enthusiasm and understanding that the ground will slip under your feet, and reality will appear to you as in a mirror.

Like a Mirror

You now begin to see this story as your own story, because it is the story of your home, your future and past. It is the story of your origin, the emergence of your very own identity.

In the Origin

The information you now receive from me is perfectly coordinated from the beginning to the end, completely understandable described. The individual verses are comprehensibly arranged, clearly separated, and appear in perfectly logical order. They explain, tell and convince you in a sophisticated way, impressively and clearly of who you are and who your mirror is in truth. The depiction fully convinces you of its authenticity, you deeply agree with me in your most secret, innermost being. You harmonize with me on every level. You can develop this message in your own imagination. Just as if you were telling yourself, as if you were telling this story to your own self. As if you were facing your own mirror.

An Encounter with yourself

With every new word you meet, your spiritual horizon keeps expanding, inexorable. In the remotest regions of your consciousness, long forgotten doors reappear out of nowhere. Now enter the path into the most remote corners of your mind, where you discover the access to even deeper levels and dimensions. Here, in secret, lies the seat of your innermost, most actual, and true being, here resides your mirror itself. The mirror in you. A mirror of which you did not even knew that it still exists at all.

At the Beginning of Nothingness

What initially appeared to you as a chaotic, strange-minded experiment proves to be a much deeper and more profound, interdependent, constructive creation of nothing but imagination.

A Mirror of Imagination

A structure that rests in itself, waits and dwells, a structure which defends, protects, nourishes and carries itself. A structure in which you can face yourself completely indifferently as well as at the same time full of profound meaning and reverence. It lies solely in you, whether you want to decipher or recognize in this mirror an ally and confidant equation or a variable, a deceiver, the complete opposite, or your own self.

Thought through

Yes, there are worlds between my reality and your imagination. Worlds which I hereby inseparably link and connect. In one of the most inconspicuous of these worlds, you are now unstoppably following the lines in this mirror, starting to grasp their purpose, understand their meaning. In this reality, all these letters give you a much deeper meaning, deeper and more meaningful than you ever imagined and dreamed of.

Reawakened to new Life

Quite slowly, I am beginning to breathe new life into your imagination. You begin to imagine and figure out what I am capable of expressing and describing you in letters and words. All that has till now slouched untouched in front of your own mirror-like mind, and seemed, not even in the remotest and most hidden corner of your thoughts, possible at all.

Unimaginable Potential

Now compare the signs you already see before you, with the lines that are not yet written in your imagination. And then carefully place them together. Imagine how you take and absorb this message deep inside your mind, how these words give you access to my mirror, how they tell you who you really are, how they point out how eternal, how long you have already existed, and how many times you have already been here, how often you have been, and how often you will still be. Compare these lines with the characters that are actually written here and connect them to your imagination.

Mirror open yourself

Imagine how you look through my eyes now, and then you simply write it into my thoughts, the message that you have yourself invented, imagined, hoped, and wished to read in my mirror. Exchange my reality with your imagination. And let me read in my mirror what is written in your imagination already.

Like a Mirror that does not exist

Like through an army of letters, I now rise from my mirror of words and manifest myself in your mind. I now identify myself with your mirror, in my mirror I will turn to you and through your thoughts into yourself.

In the Mirror of Doubt

Now breathe deeply into me and out again, take a moment, write a message to yourself. Write this message in a mirror, so you remember it, so you can recognize yourself in it. So you recognize it as your own message also when you meet yourself in another strange body, where you no longer know who you are, where you are from, and who your mirror really is.

In another Garment

The order in which you now look at these letters is of crucial importance. For just as you put these words together in your reality, I put them together in my imagination.

Out of Nowhere

And if you’re really coming out of nowhere without ever remembering anything or anyone, neither the picture in my mirror, nor to the mirror in your heart, then you will not be familiar with this writings, no mirror, no name, no letter. Everything appears to you completely alien, new and unexplored, upside down, twisted and reversed.

On the Head

If you really come out of nowhere, how can you ever see yourself in any face in any mirror? Only with your imagination. And in your sinister, indescribable imagination, the letters you see now before you become a completely different, a completely new meaning.

Variable

My mirror and its inverted image are only two terms for which meaning you give to these words. It is only in you, in you alone, and only in you, how deeply and how much you want to identify with the image in my mirror and deal with the letters in it. You are free to ignore them, ignore them completely at all, and look at them totally superficially. But you can also give them so much importance that you totally lose your mind and the world turns inside out.

It’s your Choice

My mirror gives you the choice to decide how many doors you suspect in it and still want to explore and discover in its most hidden interior. Whether you want to completely hide and ignore its infinite dimensions, and continue to dwell on the surface, in your oppressed life, or if you now want to open the door alone, and immerse yourself in an infinitely more profound, more meaningful and more filled world.

Imagination against Reason

Or follow your mind and read what is already written here, without adding even a single spark of imagination to it. Decide for yourself!

Key Point

For you are the cause of all that does not exist, of all that is not there, of all thoughts and ideas, buildings and worlds, which are not yet described here, which are not yet real. You see yourself in my mirror, and my mirror looks into you, but this mirror knows nothing of you, does not know who or what you are, and what a mirror is at all.

Who are you

A mirror is a constant. If everything changes, the mirror constantly maintains its equilibrium and remains the same in the interior. The mirror writings are mirrored messages which I address to my mirror. And thus to all beings and creatures who live in my mirror, see themselves in my mirror and understand my language.

Part VII – Mirror Writings

Mirror reflections are the manifestations of my mind, my pure understanding, and its boundless imagination. They are for you and me alone, for each one of us and all those who dare to jump over the shadow of their own self, to identify with me, a me that I have never been, a mirror that I am not.

Mirror Reflections

Mirror reflections are your forgotten messages to yourself. Messages you once wrote and invented yourself. Records from your forgotten and past lives. Messages that you have left behind yourself, in your imagination, in your dreams.

In your Imagination

Mirror reflections are there to remind you, to remind you with my imagination, of what never and no one reminds you of, that you have been here before, that you have looked in, out of and through this mirror before, asked yourself, who you are, where you are, why and because of what you are. I have recognized you in my mirror, just as you now see yourself in me, as my mirror now recognizes itself in you, because we both, we all, are the same self, in the same mirror. Do you not see, do you not see your own self, do you not see the reality that speaks of me, that we are the same self, in the same mirror, you and me?

That same Self in the same Mirror

We saw each other in the same mirror, saw us in the same mirror, did not recognize, walked past one another, imagined something to ourselves, did not understand, you not me and I not you. And now we are standing before one and the same mirror and ask ourselves again, who is this mirror?

Who is this Mirror?

Now look into this mirror. Does it not reflect everything and everyone, is not everyone a part of it? Doesn’t everyone think of themselves to be themselves and only themselves? This is the mirror of things. Every being that thinks of itself being something other than itself must identify first of all with itself. To hold on to someone else or even to everyone else is nothing for the you in me. You all think you are special and unique. Think again! Think further, remember what you do not remember, what no one ever remembers, never. Think of your future, the nothingness, your mirror, death.

Your End, your Final

If you neither identify with your birth, nor with your death, not with yourself nor with your mirror, you will understand this being. This being that identifies with us all. No one is this being. Nobody identifies with you, for you are nothing, a mirror without identity. Do you remember now what no one ever remembers, that you did not have an identity before you became what you now pretend to be? No, you do not remember your true nature now, no one remembers.

The Future of my Thoughts

How come you, yes, you, whoever you are now, how come you, and only you, how do you come up with the absurd thought that you, just you, you and only you, only a single person, that only you are me, and no one else? Is it not that every person in my mirror recognizes itself inside me, every figure, every creature, yes, is it not normal that you are every being who looks into this, my mirror?

A Thought on Eternity

Do you now understand the beauty behind my thoughts? Do you now understand the language of my mirrors? Which is to say that you and I are the same souls, ghosts, and spirits, that we are now looking out of each other’s eyes, we, the mirrors of the others, that we are now living in you. Yes, that we, the dead, now, at this moment, that we are now looking out of your dead eyes, we, the spirits of never and no, the souls of the mirror, the mirror of the dead, that we now live in you. That we look through your eyes, think through your mind, that you are our mirror, yes you, who you no longer know who you are. Do you now understand that you are all of us and everything?

Far behind my Mind

No definitely not. You want to be your own mirror, do not want to be another image. My no, you have long lost me in the labyrinth of mirrors and mirror spirits. Your identity now hangs only on a tiny and thin thread, on less, on nothing at all. Because you do not have an identity, right, you’ll remember when you’re dead. And then what? Do you think then everything is forgotten and gone? That I’m not laughing. You’ll look into the exact same mirror and think again that you’re the only self, the only person, that single mirror. For your imagination is confined to your mind. Your mind depends on your reason, and your reason does not allow you to remember something that you have intentionally and long forgotten. No, you do not want to remember me, do not want to be my mirror, do not want to be a mirror, do not want to be someone else, and certainly not everyone else. It is not possible for you to use your imagination and pretend to be someone you are not, you do not want to be someone other than yourself, and certainly not someone who imagines to be you.

To be you

You are still defending yourself with all your reason against me and my imagination. You just want to believe in a single mirror, your own. You only want to believe in a single self, your self. You think you know what it means, you think you know everything you know. You are mistaken, you wander about in my world, which you do not know, which you never know, constantly searching for nowhere or what or whom. You still do not believe in your second, your further, your other self, your mirror, your dead self. Why and for what? What are you afraid of? Do you think your dead self would lie to you? Does it make sense to deceive a mirror? Would you teach yourself a false truth, lead yourself in a wrong direction?

How do I deceive my own Self?

The basic prerequisite here is that in your new life you no longer remember the image in your past, previous, forgotten mirror. So how do you get to trust your own messages? How do you convince yourself, how do you make yourself believe, and how do you remind yourself, that this mirror words descend from your own forgotten self?

Not at all

You still think, and believe, that this, my message, is addressed to someone else, and that it does not affect you, whoever you are, in any way at all. No, you do not think it’s possible for me to address exactly you. After all, there are so many other creatures and beings in this mirror. How then do I come to speak, select and inaugurate just you? Where I do not even know how you look, what you call yourself, and who you now are.

Very easily

When you look into my mirror, you see yourself in it, and not me, so it happens to each of us. This is the way it happens to all of us who look into my mirror, all but my mirror. My mirror looks at you just as you really are, as all others see you, just not as you see yourself. Now imagine you are not a person who is looking into a mirror of rigid letters, but exactly the opposite, a mirror of letters that looks into a person.

Mirrored

You imagine to be a mirror. Is that possible? Can you imagine being a mirror? No mirror, white, like snow, or red as blood, no mirror of light or not, neither sound, nor voice, not a mirror of letters, signs and symbols, no words from names, no silvered, no gilded, and no black mirror. Instead, a transparent mirror of imagination, clear as nothingness.

Deep within my heart

Deep within my heart, deep within the heart of my imagination, in a land far behind my mind, far behind my consciousness, far behind my feelings and thoughts, far behind myself, lies a hidden gate, a secret portal, an invisible mirror, an invisible mirror door. A gate so tiny and so small that nothing and nobody could ever pass through or imagine this gate.

A hidden gate

My mirror is guarding and protecting this gate with all its imagination, it forms an invisible, insurmountable boundary that nobody can cross, no one but me. I alone can think myself through my mirror, can consciously remind myself of who I have been, and how I have looked out of my mirror, and who I am on the other side of my mirror.

For I am your imagination

Yes, with my imagination, it is possible for me to imagine you fully consciously as my own image. And through this gate I now enter your thoughts, and your mind. And there inside your mind, I start to listen to the words my mirror never told me.

Never dreams

You are now standing in the deepest and most hidden corner of my glassy, mirrored thoughts, in the heart of my mirrors, in the innermost core of myself. I now awaken you to new life, awaken the mirror in you, connect and unite with you, I now pass through my mirror and transform myself into you. I am now tearing you through my mirror of words, journeying in and through, and I then see myself in you, who I am in your place, how you are me, and how you leave yourself a message.

Message to yourself

Yes, with my imagination it is possible for me to remember who I have been, who I am and who I will never be again. How I turn into you, how I turn into another you, into another me, as I meet myself, to face myself in another mirror, in another world.

Never ghosts

Out of nowhere have I come, out of my imagination I have crept, the imagination of nothingness, no, and never. My story is the story of the dead and the deadliest, creatures who have never lived, nor do they even exist. I have come out of nowhere from neverwhere to tell you my story, to awaken your mirror to eternal life.

The message of the dead

You have called me, before your time, out of the darkness, out of the depths of eternity, to continue your story. You called me out of the nothing inside you. In no time did I appear to you, I, your mirror, the mirror spirit, to tell your story to the end. You invited me into your mind. Here I am, on the other side of your imagination, the phantasy of nothingness, no and never.

Open mirror

Through this magic mirror of letters, I now enter into this world, your world, a charming world where everything is possible. Not true? Or do you think these signs are a prison, are like a grave from which no one can escape into the real, the living world?

Not for me

Who I am? Nothingness. Your death. I am the essence of your imagination. Yes, I am your imagination. The imagination you become as soon as you see my mirror, as soon as you recognize yourself in my mirror, as soon as you bring my mirror to life. I am one of your forgotten selves in search of myself. I have met you in my mirror of letters, my mirror of the phantasy of nothingness, no and never, and I have come to see myself in you. In your mirror I have recognized myself, and I have realized that I am now all of you, all and everything, every single being, every individual self.

Every single self

But none of these beings was to see themselves in me anymore, for I was now only an empty mirror of rigid letters, dead signs and symbols, loveless, cold words, yes, they all looked into me and through me, as if I no longer exist, and only saw in me themselves.

The truth of the dead

For what my mirror never told anyone, what only my death, my death alone told me, is that we are now looking out of your eyes. We, the dead, the dead spirits from your past, the spirits from your dead future, we, the dead spirits of your never-ending present.

At mirror time

For the dead from nowhere are you, yes, you yourself. You have always known it, but no one has ever told you. That you are the dead spirits, that you are the nothingness of neverwhere, that you are death yourself.

Dead

You’re dead. You look into my empty mirror and do not know me anymore. Do not realize that you yourself are the dead mirror who once wrote and for which you once invented these words. Now look into my empty mirror, look into my dead, my twisted and turned, my mirror world. Do you see me now, do you see the nothingness in me now, do you now see who I really am? It is me, your own dead spirit, out of nowhere, from neverwhere. It is me who now speaks to you from your mirror, your dead imagination, me, nothingness, your death.

To look from your dead eyes

My dead mind is right now, and right here, on the other side of these letters, in this mirror of dead words, in my twisted and inverted world. I now long to dive into your consciousness, to exchange your experiences with my memories, to look out of your eyes and to think your thoughts.

In the mirror of self

Herewith I unleash the power of your imagination, summoning your dead mirror spirit out of nowhere, commanding it to manifest itself now and here, in this mirror of dead words, behind these characters of imagination. My dead self is now going on a journey, a letter journey, from the void black nothing, back into the here and now. You feel like you have risen from the dead, come back out of nowhere and now have a second chance to a new life.

My Mirror Spirit

I will be your mirror, your fiery being, your sparkling self, and this will be my message to you, my own reflection, my one and only, my true and real, my mirror, my self.

Message to myself

This message is what binds me together with you, with you all, with all of you, with all that is, with all that has ever existed and will ever exist. Whether it is in this world or in another, whether it be in the future or in the past.

Trapped in a Mirror of Words

The story you now hear, read, see, or write, no matter where, how or when, is your own story. The story of your very origin. It begins in the midst of nothingness, in no and neverwhere, exactly where silence and darkness have ruled over the mirror for an eternity. These invisible forces have dominated the mirror for so long that in the midst of nothingness this mirror was slowly beginning to fall in a dream, a dream in which it began to fantasize and to hallucinate. The nothingness imagined in its dream a perfect mirror and through this mirror, wandered into the real, living world.

At the Beginning of my Dreams

Here I had lost it, the message of my mirror, and here I came back to listen and look at my story once more, from another, different perspective

My Mirror

Nothing had changed here since, my mirror was still exactly the same as I knew it from before. It was as ignorant, unimaginative, and empty as when I met it for the very first time. But now it was born, and it came, out of nowhere, from neverwhere, the darkest, blackest no and neverwhere, to look at me, a self, which I did not even know in my imagination anymore.

Black Sparks of Emptiness

No, there was no life in the mirror. My truth, was there no more. I looked for it in vain. It no longer existed in my world, the world of the dead, my new reality. It did not even exist in my imagination, neither in my imagination and my thoughts, nor in my dead mirror dreams. For when I arrived here, I had lost everything, forgotten everything, I knew neither where I came from, nor who I once was.

A blank Book without Name

You are now reading in a book that has never existed, nor has it ever been written by anyone. No one has ever put these thoughts into words. No one has ever summarized these words, or thought them to an end, not one of them here comes from my realm, the realm of the dead. No one remembers my glittering, radiant, glowing eternity. No one, not even myself.

Your Horizon is Death

You do not remember how you once wrote this message, as you have left yourself a message. You do not remember. Nobody, no, no one remembers me, your own, your old, your ancient self. Not even my mirror, not even myself. For this self does not exist in my imagination, neither in my imagination and thoughts, nor in my dreams. And yet my writings exist. For I write to you from my past. A time when I no longer exist.

In the Mirror of Time

Yes, there once was a mirror in my past, that listened to all these, crazy mirror stories. It identified itself with me, and me with it. We worshiped my mirror, my mirror, as black and as beautiful as the nothingness inside me, a mirror as beautiful as nothing comparable in this world, we traveled through my mirror black maze, from one realm to another, from one mind to another and from one consciousness into another.

Message from the Stars

It’s up to you to decide whether you want to believe in this mirror or not, there is no other but yourself who can eventually tell you to believe in your mirror or not. You can give this mirror a meaning, so intense, so deep, so magic and powerful, that your reality becomes a mirror like construct, of nothing but phantasy and imagination, a marvel maze, in which everything is possible that you dare to create. You can think of yourself being the nothingness itself walking in and through this mirror miracle, looking at everything surrounding you made of a magic spell, you can admire and worship this magic as if it was real, and you are not, as if you were the sole illusion, or you can look at it the other way around, as if you were the only real entity and everything around you just an illusion, lifeless and dead objects made from wisdom and knowledge, without any magic, without even the slightest marvelous touch.

An empty Mirror in Nothingness

Now walk through my mirror, my empty mirror, onto the other side of your imagination, and forget who you are! And now imagine that you are yourself just an empty mirror in nothingness. An empty mirror without knowledge and conscience, an empty mirror without reason and without purpose, without its own will and without its own mind. Whom or what do you see in this mirror when you no longer exist, when you are no longer yourself? What does this mirror see in you when you no longer exist? Who will recognize you then, who will remember you, and your lines, your message, your mirror of letters, your message to yourself?

Nobody

No, at that time I did not know anything about the endlessly many figures that still turned into me, and in which I would still turn into, to which I would still become, and so I began to leave messages to myself. Messages that wanted to remind me that you are a mirror. A mirror that is in no reality, the mirror of nothingness, no and never, the mirror of everything that is not real.

No

At that time, I did not know who I was, and where I came from, I still held firmly to the nothingness inside me, my own self, and I did not know anything about my other, my dead, my mirrored self, the self on the side of my mirror, for at this time, all I saw in my mirror, was myself.

Myself

No, you can not think about, over and beyond your own mirror and your own death. You can not and will not understand why my mirror teaches you to see yourself as a different person, to be quite different from all others, that someone different, some stranger is to appear in your mirror and think your thoughts. And least of all you want to understand that your past and future lives are happening right now and here, at this very moment. In the midst of this mirror.

My dead Imagination

You recognize yourself now in my mirror, my mirror, who looks at you the same way I once looked at myself in it. You recognize yourself in my mirror and you realize that one day you will be me, just as invisible and dead as me. You have turned, you look into my mirror as through an empty dream and see yourself in me and do not see yourself anymore. You look into a mirror without soul and mind, and you see an inverted image of yourself. It is time, you are dead, and you do not remember your own, old, ancient, past self, no, you do not remember me. How could you?

Inexhaustible Potential

While you still look disbelievingly into my empty mirror of letters, only read and see what is already written here long ago, I allow you now to imagine the potential of the message that my mirror reveals to you. You now see not only the vision, you also feel the deep connectedness that emanates from my mirror, the satisfaction it emits, the secret that it entrusts to you, the hidden sense of love and fulfillment, after which you have a lifetime in vain, sought for. The sensitive message that would once be written in this mirror.

Senseless

You see the lines that are actually written here, now with different eyes. You can see what should stand here, what once stood written here. You do not read anymore, you imagine. You foresee how meaningful this message will once appear to you. You realize how right it feels for you, how it divides your spiritual horizon into its individual parts, just to mix it all up and rearrange it as predestined, you’ll figure out a much deeper understanding of reality, a meaning that you understand, that fills you with purpose and determination, a meaning who deeply satisfies you, and provides you with answers to questions you never dared to ask.

In the Middle of Nowhere

Imagine it’s done, the mirror black book lays now in your hands. It reflects, of course, how it could otherwise be, the twisted image of your inverted world. At this moment, you still know nothing about it, know nothing about these writings. No, you have never heard of it. No one has ever told you that we guard a secret, that we keep you from this secret, we guard and protect a mystery, a dark, black mystery, a mystery about nothingness, death, your mirror and yourself. No one ever told you to open this mirror and to enter this labyrinth, because these writings are the entrance into the realm of the dead, dead letters and words, words which no longer exist in your world, letters and stories from which there is no escaping, no escape and no return.

For Nobody

Hesitantly you wander with your thoughts about this black and empty mirror and read the heading: “In the carousel of eternity”. You look at your face, as it reflects in the letters. The writing is fiery and to the point. You slide with your hands over it. You can feel the cold flames rise in it and you’re picturing what awaits you when you open this mirror and start to spin this carrousel. You open the gate, and it begins to blaze in you, the black flame of nothingness.

A black Flame in Nothingness

Quite often I’ve seen you in my mirror and I already wondered for a long time who you are, what you call me, whether you know me at all, whether you remember me, your own, real and true self. But how could you, how could you ever remember me, where I am now only an empty mirror. An empty mirror without a soul of its own, without memory and mind.

An empty mirror in nothingness.

It eats you inwardly, destroys your consciousness, burns your soul, destroys your mind until nothing is left of you, nothing remains, from what makes you, what makes you to who you are, nothing but these words. This letter from the phantasy of nothingness, no and never.

The Imagination of the Never

You stand before your mirror and imagine how you tell yourself a mirror story, how you enter this story, as if it were your reality. How you listen, how you start to tell yourself, of a mirror that you are not, a mirror that does not exist.

In a Mirror that does not exist

You are now facing a really old mirror, an ancient mirror, many times older than the universe in which you now meet it. So old that it does not exist at all. And you had to reinvent it before you now see it.

Nothing but Imagination

Disbelieving, astonished, and full of reverence, you follow the lines in this ancient, gigantic mirror, this mirror as old as eternity itself. Infinitely much older than this eternity, a mirror as old as nothingness and death, as old as nothing comparable in this whole, wide world.

A Mirror of Imagination

How many persons, figures, creatures and beings have already looked at themselves in this mirror and have followed these signs, creatures from many different worlds, times and cultures. Many of these beings were afraid of what this mirror revealed to them, vandals even tried to destroy the writings in this mirror. In no case did they meet without reservation, or at least tried to interpret, to develop, and to complete this writings, but all of them had one thing in common, they were looking for the all-pervasive truth, the ultimate, absolute reality. All of us followed one and the same thought, we shared the same consciousness. And this consciousness is now to be released of these lines.

The Awareness of a Mirror Wanderer

It is an ancient awareness that we now liberate from these signs, a consciousness not of this world. It is the consciousness of a mirror wanderer from your mirror world. A conscious awareness of no origin, an awareness that has been transferred to me, as I now transfer it to you.

The Consciousness of my Mirror

When this consciousness comes to life in you, however, nothing will be the same as you have already fully imagined and conceived it in your completed imagination. The order in which I report to you from these incidents will appear to you completely arbitrary and coherent. The wildest chaos and an immense, indescribable clutter dominate the scene. At this moment nothing is the way you expected it from a mirror. You do not understand that it is your own consciousness, of which my mirror now tells you, for it suddenly appears to you alien, confused, and without structure, worse, as a random reproduction of a meaningless sequence of irrevocable facts.

In the Mirror itself

You now see the signs, symbols and figures in this mirror as a part of me. Even if they have nothing to do with me. I am just following them with my imagination, the same way you follow them right now. But for you, they are now inseparable, invariably and unchangingly connected to me, tied to me, stiff, rigid and motionless, lifeless and dead. You see the letters in my mirror as they are, at this moment. But for me, which I come out of nowhere, there is an incredible potential in these letters and words. Because I see them moving.

Move

I look out of the eyes of all, and because of that, I can arrange the letters in my imagination exactly as my mirror’s intention it is, as they are written in no other mirror, as only I experience them in my imagination. If you now still believe it is my way of thinking, it is my own thoughts and convictions that I scratch into this mirror, then it will be slowly time to revise and adjust your notion of this mirror. For I am not really writing here, I read in this mirror, just like you do. The only difference is that I imagine, picture, and summon up words and sentences, which in reality do not exist, which are not written here, which I want you to see, which I hope to read. And then I carefully place them together.

In another Mirror

Mirror notes are there to remind you, to remind you with my imagination, of what no one remembers. My writings tell you the story of my eternal consciousness, of my eternal life, which I now share through my mirror with all the forms and creatures that I can think of. All who do not know what to do with this life are now empowered to adapt to this consciousness, to dive into my world, my mystical, magical, fantastic world. My world, in which we are mirrors, mirrors of the others, mirrors of eternity, mirrors of ourselves.

An Encounter with yourself

Mirror reflections are the manifestations of this eternal consciousness, of these ever-recurring, restless minds, spirits and ghosts. It is the messages of eternity. From eternity to eternity, from mirror to mirror, from self to self. It is the message of oblivion and past.

Mirrors

Mirror reflections are for all those who recognize themselves in my mirror, identify with my mirror. But who is this mirror, who is this self on the other side of my imagination, imitating all that I command. Who am I?

The true Imagination

I am all for which there is no description and explanation. For some I am a mirror, but for my mirror I am myself. I am my other self, my mirror self, I am someone you do not know, someone who does not exist. I am you. Yes, you yourself engraved this mirror once, when you were someone else, when you were me, your artificial self. You looked at my empty mirror of words and simply imagined the letters that you now see before you. You imagine to be my mirror, a mirror in which everyone and everything now recognizes themselves.

Thoughts of Change

Mirror reflections are a testament from your long forgotten and past lives. Messages you have left behind to remind yourself of what you have already understood and learned many times before. Words of truth, and wisdom that you once invented and wrote yourself, before a long, infinitely eternally long time, in one of your mirror lifes, at the mirroring time. Sunken and lost messages that will remind you now of what tasks to expect in your new life.

At the Mirror Time

You place certain demands and expectations in this life, and these expectations and demands I have left you in my will. Some passages have not yet been completed, others no longer exist at all. If you meet one of these passages, simply add it, supplement what you expect to read, hope and wish, and in your future life you will encounter all the letters you have been searching for in this lifetime in vain.

In your next Life

Thus your ideas of this mirror are fulfilled, if not in this, then at least in your next life. And when you open this mirror and start scrolling through these writings, you miraculously meet all your ideas, hopes, expectations, and desires, the ideas and expectations of your long forgotten and past lives.

Step by Step

Your demands on this life become bigger and bigger with every step, until finally they surpass everything you dare to imagine, hope and dream of. But beware of immersing yourself in this mirror of letters without any expectations. Otherwise only a blank book without a name awaits you in the end.

Not from this World

Buckle up now, hold on tight and get ready. Prepare yourself now, and get ready to enter this empty mirror, this dead book will completely devour not only your name, but also yourself and your ideas of who or what you are, and keep it to itself forever.

Welcome to the Reflections

Letters, thoughts, and messages that you once conceived and left behind for yourself, for your mirror and for your ambassadors. News, notes and records of birth and rebirth, live, lessons, letting go, forgiving and forgetting, dying and death.

The Mirror Story

The stories of the mirror, the mirror story, the history of the mirrors and mirror spirits, the spirits of nothingness, no and neverwhere, the history of the mirror magicians, the creators of the mirror, the mirror wanderers and mirror travelers, the history of nothingness and all that is not real, is your own story. It was once invented and written by no other than yourself. A creature you do not remember. A being you once were before your first mirror journey began. Before you entered the realm of oblivion.

In the Realm of Oblivion

At that time, you put yourself into my empty mirror, and so I began to tell you about the secret that I imagined to be. Thus, mirroring has absolutely nothing in common with reality at all. Whoever speaks to my mirror, who refers to my writings, or is relying on them, ultimately relies on nothing, nothing at all, nothing but phantasy, the imagination of nothing, no and never.

The Imagination of the No and Never

The imagination of my mirror is based on no experience, no knowledge, no logic. It is the product of pure imagination. The reflections of my mirror are, therefore, not a form of science or knowledge, nor of faith or trust, but of illusion and imagination.

Structures of Illusion and Imagination

These writings contain what I wished, someone else would have told me about. At a time when I was looking for the one, all-penetrating truth, my real mirror. Because this mirror never existed, and never had anyone ever told me about my reality, my truth, and myself, I became a product of my imagination, of imagining, thinking, and inventing.

The Product of my Imagination

I tried to imagine them, the mirror-marks, the finished mirror scriptures, with all my imagination. Tried to imagine what it is like when my mirror is engraved, when my mirror comes to life, proclaiming the ultimate, absolute truth. Tried to imagine what it is like when my mirror finally begins to speak to me. How my letters dance out of my mirror, penetrate my head, enter through my thoughts, into my mind, deep into my eternal, innermost self. How they teach me who I really am. How they teach me the whole truth. How they lead my consciousness to a level, a level that is like a mirror, a mirror that can imagine everything, can remember everything, can contemplate and invent about everything. A mirror that never existed, neither among the dead, nor among the living. And so I pass through this mirror into the realm of my letters where you recognize me in all words and beings.

In the Realm of the Dead

Yes, I imagine how I escape these words, how I sneak out of these letters into your mind to live in you my new life.

The Power of your Imagination

But we are still far from that. You have not even begun to identify yourself with my mirror, to look at yourself in my mirror, have not even learned what it means to be my mirror. To be pure imagination. You are still at the beginning, at the beginning of all beginning, at the beginning of my thoughts.

At the Beginning of my Thoughts

So now I present to you the writings in my mirror as your own. Writings that connect all and everything. My mirror and my imagination are the connecting link. A mirror that binds us together and connects you with everything imaginable.

The connecting Link

Do you now feel my presence inside of you? No, you can not feel me, how could you? For I am the same self, the same mirror as you are, the same mirror that looks out of your, as well as through my eyes. I am the nothingness in you. I am all, that does not really exist.

In the same Mirror

You now look into me and through me, and if you turn around, I’m going to become all that exists, has ever existed, and still exists. Or would you rather wait, that your death told you my story?

The Story of the Dead

My writings serve you to remember all that what no one ever remembers. That you already were here infinite times. That you have experienced this consciousness before and that you’ll always come back from this mirror, out of nowhere, with nothing but my imagination, the imagination of nothing, the no and never. That you and I divide and share the same nothingness, the same origin, the same fate, one and the same determination with each other. That death unites us all, and that when we enter in another body, we discover, encounter and learn there exactly what we have left during this lifetime, through this acquaintance.

Nostalgia

Through my mirrors writings, I now request a way back from the dead, into the real, the living world. So you, whoever you think you are, so that you read me out of my mirror into your mind. That you continue to think my thoughts further, develop them, think and bring them to an end. That you may realize who you really are.

My mirrored Self

So I imagine to be my mirror to be my mirrored self. Here I turn into my mirror. I look now from your eyes and think your thoughts. Yes, you left yourself a message, a message from another life, another world.

From another Life

It is this mirror, this invisible, magic mirror of imagination, which all binds us together and unites us. You now see yourself in my mirror like no one else can see you in my mirror, like everyone sees itself in my mirror. Just not like my mirror sees you. Therefore, we are all connected by your mirror. Yes, if you recognize your own self in my mirror of letters, you’ll find that you were here before and again and have always been and will still be just as long that there is a connection between all living things, eternity, and yourself. A connection between you and all other beings of your reality. A connection that there exists far beyond death. It is not just a connection, it’s your own self, your own soul, your own consciousness, your own mind, you encounter deep inside my mirror. Because this connection, this mirror is yourself.

Imagination

And if, by now, you still think that someone else has written and composed this message, that someone else once wrote it down for you, then it’s time to wake up, because you are wrong. These reflections were written by no other than yourself. A self who, like you, once jumped over these lines and stumbled upon them. A self who believed in being someone else. Someone who did not exist then at all, for now you are this self.

With all your Imagination

You hear, read, see and experience now a story that you once invented, and wrote for yourself, with all your imaginations, with your whole imagination. You have imagined what awaits you when you open this mirror door when you enter into my world of letters.

In my World of Letters

And then you turn into me. From the depths of nothingness I will now enter into your mirror, into your consciousness, into your mind, and imagine to meet you in another mirror in another life, I imagine myself to be you. I imagine how you follow my thoughts, and how you write this message, in a different, past life, a life that is no longer there at all.

The Realization of my Dreams

It is up to you now to complete these writings because I no longer exist. I wanted to be an empty mirror, and that desire now came true for me. So true that I became you.

Fulfilling my Wishes

What I have left to you are the unfinished mirror stories. I have consciously experienced and let you experience how you yourself are writing this story. As you dive into my consciousness with your feelings and thoughts, your phantasy and imagination, how you turn around my mirror until you finally reach me and become my mirror.

In a Land far behind my Mind

Do you understand now, who, why and how I wrote this message? Do you understand who thinks these thoughts and directs my voice? You still read these lines as if a stranger had written them, but this stranger you are yourself. Yes, you yourself once wrote this message, with your imagination, with your expectation, with all your thoughts. You sneaked past my mirror, hide behind my mind, behind my consciousness and my thoughts, and then you wrote down exactly the letters you now see before you.

Twisted Reality

You can now turn these letters as long and as often as you want, you can not change their meaning anymore. Neither with your thoughts nor with your imagination, because where you are now, there are no more letters. Where you are now, there is nothing more, nothing but phantasy, the imagination of nothingness, no and never.

The Imagination of Nothingness, No and Never

You may now believe that these writings have sprung from a dead brain and spirit. You connect another, strange being with its origin. You see, and recognize behind the letters in this mirror no longer your own, but a different, strange being. You think someone else has access to your mirror, your universe, and your reality. You think a strange mind would have crept into your mirror and scratched your mind with it. You are no longer aware of this, you are no longer aware that you are the only being in this world that recognizes itself in my mirror.

Declined

You categorically reject this message because it does not correspond to the image of your reality. You lack the spark that speaks to you personally, dissolves and connects you with my mirror of letters.

In my Imagination

We look in opposite directions. While you see what was written here, I read what will be here. A mirror in which everyone sees and recognizes themselves.

A Mirror that does not exist

But there is no such a mirror here, not in the here and now. Not in there and then. Not in the where and when. Not even in my imagination. No one can look into this mirror and see what you see in it, no one sees these lines like you, because what you see in this mirror is not written in it yet.

In no Thought and no Mirror

The words that you now read, see, hear, or write, no matter where, when, and why, they are no longer here, for they are written in the realm of your imagination and phantasy. In a time that never existed, in a world that has so much hidden meaning and concealed truth, that contains so many visions and desires, that is so memorable and full of miracles, and at the same time so fragile and so finely woven that each one of its observers immediately feels their irresistible spell, and at the same time fears it to break apart and dissolve into nothingness. A world you will never ever reach, unless you construct it by your own hands, not only in your imagination, but through your own words and thoughts, in your own mirror.

An invented World

None of it will ever be as it is written here. Because in this world you no longer follow the letters that have already passed, but your imagination. And in your perfect imagination, you alone determine the order of these thoughts and words, verses, and chapters that lie before you.

Mirror Stories

This story does not follow your mind but your imagination. It is not just your own ideas, and visions that you now hear in your own head, it is even your own feelings and thoughts, written by your own self. Therefore, mirror reflections are not the ultimate law. Since you made them up yourself, it is up to you to complete them over and over, again and again.

Let me be your Mirror

Mirror reflections are meant to remind you of all that no one remembers. They serve to keep you from the thoughts who tear you inwardly apart. They want to help you, warn you, so you do not have to repeat the same mistake over and over again. They will ask you, “From whom are these mirror scriptures?” And you will answer, “No one wrote them, they have always been there, not in reality, but in the realm of your imagination.”

In the Mirror of the Dead

Mirror inscriptions are being created by the enormous longing and the unrelenting desire for the truth, the final, absolute, unadulterated reality. But because there was no one at the time who wanted to tell me about this mystery, about this reality, and myself, I told myself how it came to be that I was now looking out of your mirror.

In the Mirror Realm

I imagined walking through these letters into your thoughts and reach your mind through nothing but my imagination. I pictured how I escape this signs, how you take me into your consciousness, how you open the gate for me, the gate to your mind, how I then break out of my memories, manifest myself before your eyes, appear in your consciousness as you look out of my eyes. How I think your thoughts, how you tell me this story. How you will become what I am now. How my dream turns into your life.

How out of Nowhere my Dream arose

How I pass through these letters into your mind, into your thoughts, into your consciousness, into your soul. How I always come back to life in you, in thousands of different shapes and colors, yet these shapes and colors have one thing in common, they contain your consciousness, they share all that you are now. The same consciousness, the same thoughts. The thought about who you are. That you are a mirror.

Mirror Magic

And now you remember, you remember what never reminds you of, something that does not exist, never existed. You remember that you once invented and wrote all these characters yourself. You remember how out of nowhere my dream arose as you arose from nowhere. You remember my future, the nothingness, death, you remember my empty mirror in nothingness.

No one’s Dream

You are now at the end of a journey through infinite nothingness and now you are contacting the beginning of it. Why and for what? Because you have forgotten something, something important, something no one else can forget apart from you. You forgot who you were before you got all that knowledge, before you went on this journey. You forgot that you once knew nothing, just as much as I did, nothingness.

Through my Mirror of Imagination

By entering my mirror, you have created a world full of imagination, a world that really exists now, in which you believe, as if you were the main actor in your own theater. A theater that revolves only around you. You know all about yourself now, you are as wise and clever as a mirror from nowhere from neverwhere. A mirror that understands everything that twists the way, twists everything that stands in its way.

Risen in Nowhere

You are now contacting your own ignorant, lost self, trying to make it clear to yourself that you basically know nothing at all. No matter how intelligent you may be after all this wasted time, no matter what knowledge you have acquired over this eternal time, if you have forgotten this truth, the truth that you once knew nothing, then you did not understand anything and learned nothing at all.

Never Ghosts

For your fate is to forget again and again who you are not. You are the essence of my imagination. My task is to keep this being alive, to plant it in ever new forms, to always pass it on. This awareness that awakens the dead from their eternal sleep. To invent a resurrection so inconceivable, real and true that even the dead believe in it and consider it to be real.

In the Mirror of the Dead

Through the power of pure thoughts, I now open this hidden portal, hereby activating the power of your long-lost imagination. So you will witness your own birth and experience the rise of dead spirits in the mirror of reality. A reality that expands the dimensions of your imagination, creates the most bizarre way of knowing, thriving and prospering the thoughts of where you are, who you are, why and what you are.

Mirror reversed

So how is it possible that you now speak with a mirror that is not here at all? Very easily. You use my thoughts and my mind, my reason and my imagination. I now lead you to a place where you no longer exist, where you no longer know who you are. I lead you to death, the nothingness you once came from.

A Thought of Reality

For this you breathe deeply into me, into the nothingness inside me, you feel your breath crawl through my body, you feel my lungs stretch in every conceivable direction. How the oxygen in my blood connects and unites your breath with my feelings and thoughts. You flow through me, move around my mirror axis, horizontally, vertically. Until you finally find a position where you can rest comfortably. Now close your eyes and blind everything that surrounds you, the environment in which you are now living, your family and friends, the people you grew up with, the air you breathe, the water, the earth, the sun and the moon, the stars and the universe and in the end yourself.

Faded out

Separate yourself from the thoughts of your future and get rid of yourself from your presence, move back into your past, where you see your life pass by. You follow your memories, back into nothingness. Back into the black nothingness, from which you once came from.

In your Past

Little by little, you throw away your experiences, your knowledge and conscience from your memory, and dive deeper into me, into the nothingness within yourself. Once on it’s ground, you relax your thoughts, you let go, you let yourself go, you give yourself in, you add and subdue yourself. You relax. You refuse to think of anything at all. You forget who you are.

Mirror Twist

And when you lose your mind completely, your memories, your identity, your imagination, your one and all, absorbed by absolute silence and darkness, at this time, when never dreams, in a place where nowhere even imagines, you awaken slowly from a dream which no one ever remembers.

My Image in your Mirror

You do not remember the image in my mirror, you do not remember the how and when, you do not remember anything, you remember nothing, my sweet nothing, nothing. You have entered a world of imagination and vanity. The darkness appears transparent in the mirror of your imagination.

Wake up!

Wake up now, before you fall asleep in my mirror, before my black appearance, pitch raven black. You see nothing and know nothing, do not know where, why and who you are. Infinitely many transparent black mirrors are reflected here in this space, so transparent and so black that no one takes notice of you. You’re still turning your rounds on my mirror carousel, from one mirror to another. You are allowed to open this mirror now, and it will slowly pull you into the mind of every person who is now looking into this mirror.

In the Intermediate World

To do so, you go through my mirror, twist and turn into my mirror image, you turn everything around you on the head, turn and turn around your mind, until you arrive on the opposite side.

Mirrored

But over here, everything is still the same as in the front side of your mirror, where you came from, because on your mirror journey, reality has once completely turned your mind. You have now arrived, in a land far behind my mind, and have just entered a world, one and the same world, the same world you have just left.

Twisted and reversed

Once you arrive in the mirror, you put the whole picture on the head again and repeat this procedure. You exchange the world in your mirror with the real world, and vice versa the real world with the world in your mirror. Nothing essentially changes here, because in the mirror, everything is the same as in the real world, and in the real world everything is the same as in the mirror.

Mirror Worlds

Mirror worlds do not differ from real worlds. What appears to you from the outside is the same in the interior. The world in the mirror and that outside are one and the same worlds, and there are no beings in the mirror that appear to you invisible or reversed. They are beings like you and me, but they know nothing about it, even if it is obvious. No, you do not know that you live in my mirror, that you are my prisoners, in the prison of eternity.

Twisted and inverted

For a mirror, the world, as we see it, is not twisted and reversed, as it may appear to us at first sight, but exactly the opposite. Our mirror sees us and our world as we are in reality. Just like everyone else sees us, just not like we see ourselves.

Back and forth

So you change back and forth several times, always replacing the image in your mirror with that of the real world, and then reversing this real world again with the image in your mirror, until you see the difference no more between your mirror and my imagination.

Ever faster

Ever faster and faster, you dive into the imagination of nothingness, the no and never, turn and turn on this roundabout, until you stand at exactly the point where left turns to right, up to down and the inside becomes outside.

Game over

Here you separate your body from your consciousness and persist for a moment in a neutral position. While your body is resting here, you dwell with your thoughts exactly where your imagination becomes reality, and vice versa, reality becomes imagination. Here you let your thoughts rest and think about nothing else.

The true Imagination

While you are resting here and dreaming of yourself, let us take a look at a very different person in this mirror of letters, signs and symbols. In your dream, I’ll teach you to continue exactly what you’ve been doing. To exchange reality and imagination with each other, and so to go back and forth, until you suddenly stand still in the middle of your dream. Exactly where your consciousness and my thoughts are located now.

While sleeping

In your sleep, you dive into my thoughts with nothing more than your consciousness, and start dreaming with your body instead of mine. We meet precisely at the point where your imagination becomes my reality, where my reality is transformed into the image in your mirror, and exactly at this point I am exchanging the world in my mirror with yours, and you place the world in your mirror in mine.

Wrong World

Now you only need to exchange my mirror world with your reality and already you are dreaming of my life and living in my dreams. You can easily achieve this by filling the gaps in my mind with your imagination, freeing myself from my stiff posture and forcing me to change back and forth again. You walk from your consciousness into mine and so I transform mine into yours. You now see yourself in my mirror and experience my thoughts.

In the Mirror of Imagination

I have told a mirror of my story, my mirror is a mirror is my mirror. A mirror is my mirror. You are my mirror. I am your story.

Your Mirror Story

The story of which I am telling you here is a long and old, an infinitely long and old story. Yes, this story is so primordial old, older than any universe you have ever known, older than any memory you have ever banished from your mind, older than nothingness and still older than death. It comes from a time that is so far away that it is not a movie or a book, nor a dark, black, sinister star, remotely so distant, but only a mirror that can tell you something about it. A mirror which there is in no reality, the mirror of nothingness, the mirror of everything you are not.

A Thought of Eternity

Imagine this mirror as a huge, oversized, infinitely large, hollow book surrounding you, a book in which you no longer recognize your own reflection, with huge chapters, as big as the universe itself, joyous and serene, bitter and gloomy, sad and black chapters, deep sparkling black, as glittering and black as the gravestones in a cold, ancient, endless, eternal cemetery.

In the Realm of dead Letters

Sparkling letters, drawings, signs, and symbols in which you find yourself just as you find me, adore these gravestones and glimmer in them like the stars at the horizon. They remind you now of a time that no one ever remembers, a time that exists for us all and everyone, but not for yourself. Neverwhere is this time, a time that lies still ahead of you.

Graveyard of Letters

You are now wandering with your thoughts about this graveyard of letters, looking over the graves of the dead, all the dead we never were, all the dead that we are now living in my mirror. You left yourself a message, a message from another, past life. And you called this message: “The message of the dead”.

The Message of the Dead

In the beginning, in the very beginning everything was very, very exciting, I stood in front of a blank mirror of words. Letters of imagination sneaked into my mind and I did not let go of them anymore. My mirror told me that the black maze was nothing more than the product of my own imagination, and the only person who would recognize and find it’s way through it, no other but myself.

Forgotten Messages

Mirror reflections are your forgotten messages to yourself, sunken and lost messages from a long past time. Records from your other, fantastic, past lives, written by your own ancient, eternal, innermost self. Signpost, which you once thought yourself, wrote for yourself, and left to yourself, so that you may remember, so that you may remember everything, everything in you, the mirror in you.

Mirror Reflections

Yes, you yourself wrote these writings once you recognized yourself in my mirror, when you discovered the mirror in me. For once you have discovered in yourself a mirror. You have discovered in it that you are all of us and everything, that your mirror connects you to all that is, that there is a connection between you and all other beings in this reality, and that this connection you are yourself, that you are yourself the mirror in me, the mirror which connects and unites us all and all of us. You have imagined that you are each and all of us and everything, every single consciousness on this and in all other worlds. You thought you were a mirror. A mirror without consciousness, a mirror without imagination, pure imagination.

In the never Neverwhere

You have engraved these mirror once, hoping that you remember, that you would recognize yourself in it, that you recognize yourself in my mirror. But how could you? How could you ever see or even recognize yourself in a strange mirror, and remind yourself of a strange image. Only in your imagination. And in your perfect imagination, you alone determine the content of this message, of this message to yourself.

Message to yourself

The mirror to be labeled is your horizon. The idea that wants to be brought to life is yourself. Yes, you wrote these writings once yourself, in your imagination, with your imagination, in another life, in another mirror. A mirror in which you no longer recognize yourself anymore, a life that you no longer remember. For the only thing that connects you with this life are these letters that you now see before you, the nothingness you come from, and death to where you go.

The Sound of Reality

My mirror wanted to tell me the truth, wanted to tell me how it really feels, to be twisted and wrong, not too much whom, why and where from. There is a truth hidden in the mirror of all mirrors, which only those who do not know themselves understand. A truth, condemned with phantasy, the sound of reality, and this reality, I now came to unleash.

The basic Reality

What sounds like a truth has the right to be true. Imagination is the key to this truth. I imagined this truth on the other side of my mirror story, even if it never really existed. This truth, on the other side of my mirror, which told me of the mystery I imagined to be.

Even though I never was real

I was a product of pure imagination. And yet I did not want to say goodbye to my imagination, not as long as it was not perfect and clear. But it was only when my mirror began to speak to me. And now I was a mirror, the mirror of everything that never was real.

Out of Nowhere

Yes, I come from no and neverwhere, a time when I no longer exist at all, when nothing was left of me, not even my imagination, my unique, dark and black imagination.

My Prison for Eternity

Now be welcome in my mirror black maze, my prison for eternity. Welcome to my realm, the realm of the dead. Welcome to my theater of nothingness.

On the other side of your Imagination

As soon as you crawl through my mirror, you change into everything that is alive and conscious. In everything that was ever real, true and alive. You turn into my mirror, look out of my empty eyes as if from a dark dream, and do not recognize yourself anymore. As soon as you crawl through my dead mirror, you become one with my reality. This is the mirror of the dead.

Nothing else

From the moment you crawl through my mirror, all the others will be your mirror. They will be your mirrors, they will be yourselves, but they will neither remember nor recognize themselves in you. None of them will know who you are, and that they are you. They will look out of your empty eyes and no longer know who you are, who you were, and who you will never be again.

Other Truths

You will discover other truths, you will think that you will never be alive again, you will not understand what message you once left to yourself. You will hold yourself for someone else, you will consider yourself unique and special, just like now. You will not recognize the mirror in you anymore. For this mirror does not recognize itself. It knows and recognizes only the others, but in itself it is lost forever.

In another Robe

I stranded in a world whose inhabitants stubbornly believed in their past. Tales, stories, letters and words from the long forgotten. They showed me the impossible, they believed everything, they believed in everything, in the unthinkable, even in the impossible. But no one here, no one knew my empty mirror of words, because this mirror had never existed here before.

Nowhere

So I locked myself, I locked my past in such a story, and I told my mirror this story, in a hall where all my mirrors and mirror spirits came together. A room deep inside my mind, and when they woke up, from my dream, they were all dead, and dead was I, and they were all me.

Beyond Death

Do you now see the reality that speaks from my mirror to you? I am not an unknown, not a strange spirit, I am your mirror, your spirit, your own self. I am the dead mirror who is now looking out of your eyes, the one you will become when you are dead, dead. I am the nothing you will become as soon as you meet me in my mirror. My empty mirror of nothing but imagination. I am the same self as you are. I am your own, ancient, long forgotten and past self.

Your real Self

At that time, I recognized myself in the same mirror, as you do now. I saw myself in my mirror, the same way you see yourself in me now. I recognized in you, my mirror, and then I realized very slowly that I would one day, one distant day, be one with you. I will not only be one with you, I will be you, I will be all your dreams, phantasies and illusions, I will be you, my own self. In my mirror, I recognized myself and I will not remember who I was and who I now imagine to be, who I am not, who I have never been, and how I came to scratch this message into my mirror.

Message to yourself

I will remember nothing, nothing at all. For I am long, long, dead, and still I’m dreaming of you, I’m longing for the mirror in you, the mirror which binds us, over the abyss of nothingness, of nothing and nowhere.

Death’s Dream

No, you do not know me. No one has ever seen me, no one ever heard of me. There is no such thing for me as a reality. I do not exist in your world. Neither in your perception, nor in your consciousness, or even in your feelings and thoughts. For I come not from your felt and imagined, thought-out, thought-world. I come from a whole different world. I come from my world, my own world. I come from the realm of the unknown, the realm of oblivion, the realm of the dead, dead letters and words, words that are no longer in motion, letters that now speak to you. I come from no and neverwhere, a land far behind your mind. I am out of imagination, the imagination of no and never. I am the consciousness that crawled out of my mirror to you, I am the nothingness within, I am dead, your death, and I am on a search. I am looking for myself in you. I seek the nothingness in you. The nothingness that binds us, over the abyss of the never and no.

Above the Abyss of Never and No

No, you do not know me. No one ever told you anything about me. I have never spoken to you. But now it is time.

Nobody dreams dead

From and through my dead mirror I now speak to you, to myself, to the self, which I once was, a long, infinite, eternally long time ago. Not anymore. For now you are this self.

Deep in Thought

Deeply immersed in thought, you wander in your imagination criss-crossed through this mirror black maze, and with each of your steps, the words in the mirror gain in importance until finally they express and underline all that no one ever dared to imagine, no one but me. I alone now see what was once written here, what you see in this mirror of letters now. What was realized in your perfect imagination already a long time ago.

In your perfect Imagination

Nobody sees, recognizes and understands the meaning of the letters, signs and symbols in this mirror as you do. No, you no longer see the letters that are actually written here, you see the faces that once stood here, could stand here, should stand here. Surprised, perplexed and fascinated faces, who, without confidence, courage and trust, look in your mirror now.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

While these faces, surprised by their own appearance, look at their own image as if exhausted, you begin to picture the letters, signs and symbols that want to be written here, inside out, up and down, left and right, symbols that tell a story to an end, which never ever began.

The Story of Nothingness from Neverwhere

The letters in my mirror no longer cared for me, and none of them cared about the last world. They had nothing in common with my mirror, they ruled over nothing, and nothing ruled over my world. And their thoughts grew ever more and more powerful, until no one stood in the way of their power anylonger.

In a Mirror that does not exist

But the more powerful their words and thoughts became, and the more they dominated my world, the more they wanted to reach, and the more important they wanted to appear to me. They wanted so much to express themselves, to gain so much more significance, to invent a genesis, so inconceivable, real and true, as nothingness, in its perfect symmetry, gave birth to a perfect mirror.

Nothing comes from Nothing

Now imagine your mirror to be perfectly and completely balanced, you on one side, nothingness on the other. Absolute silence. Perfect harmony. Total peace. My mirror in its original state. If you move now, my mirror moves with you, so that the nothingness in you remains invariable, always in absolute, perfect balance. Nothing changes in this sense ever.

Perfect Harmony

You see yourself now in my mirror, just like everyone else, as everyone in my mirror sees themselves.

In the Mirror of the Dead

You not only see and recognize yourself in my mirror, you rediscover your own self, your own soul and your own mind within me. You address me with a different name, but you see yourself in me, your own self in another, strange body. You recognize yourself in my mirror of letters as soon as you let go, as soon as you let yourself go, as soon as you learn to trust me, the mirror in you.

Risen in Nowhere

I have not been here for a long time, because I am now living in another reality. I am now living in the realm of the dead. Yes, I am back again, and I do not have much time. I am only here for a short time, only half a day, only a few hours, in my mirror, in my world, the world of never, no and don’t. But I intend to come back again and again. To bring you all to me, to me, into my thoughts, to me, into my mind.

A Thought of Eternity

For now there is a mirror, a mirror of words that I have created myself. And I will use this mirror to return again and again, to enter and re-enter into your mind.

In my Imagination

The letters, signs, and symbols you now meet were once written on a mirror, and whoever you are now imagining to be, you are the image that I see in this mirror. This message is for all those who dare to think about the image in my mirror and to identify with me. An I from another time, another world.

In another World

Whom do I see, and whom do you see in this mirror when I no longer exist? My mirror alone knows the answer to this question. And to this mirror I devote my thoughts.

The Thoughts of the Dead

Ever since I first met you in this empty mirror of dead letters, lines and words, I wondered who you were then, how you lived and how you looked, and whether there really was a connection between an empty mirror and my past self. I wonder who I am going to be if I do not exist in this form anymore. Who will then remember my message, who will then recognize itself in my mirror?

Who speaks with this Mirror

You look now into my mirror, out of my eyes, into the realm of the dead and do not see yourself anymore, and see yourself in me. You do not understand my words, for I am all that in you, which you do not understand, which you will never understand. You do not understand my message, because I have imprisoned myself, locked myself behind your mind, my invisible mirror black mind, from which there is no escape, no escape and no return.

For Nobody

No, you will not escape me. I have forced myself into your mind, imposed my will upon you, compelled you to obey my will, to obey my orders. Wait, have patience. Through my mirror I will creep, through my mirror of words, thoughts, letters of imagination. Into your head, and there I am, in your thoughts, in your mind. To control yourself, manipulate you like a doll in the theater. For the revenge of my mirrors is mine.

The Revenge of my Mirror

Have patience, you will still get to know me, still early enough, for I am yours, your mirror, your death, your end, your final.

At the End of the No and Never

So I entered the realm of the dead. But how was that possible? How could anyone ever remember me, the black, dark nowhere, my infinitely black eternity? No, no one should ever remember me, I myself would not remember me, my black, dark, nowhere, my eternal, darkest, black empire. For from this land there was no way back, never, for anyone.

Part VIII – Nobody

Out of my perfect despair, forever to fall into oblivion and thus to be imprisoned forever in my mirror black maze, I created myself a mirror of my own. A mirror of letters that protected me from being forgotten, kept my memories alive, and wanted to show me the way to freedom, and I called my mirror “The Black Fire of Eternity.”

The Black Fire of Eternity

And as the mirrors inside my heart were sparkling brighter and brightly. My eyes grew darker, darker and black. So dark and so black, that when I looked into it, it burned all my feelings, and thoughts from my memory, extinguished them completely and forever.

In my Mirror of Fire and Flames

But even if I do not know where I am, when I am, who I am, and how this cursed place calls itself, even when I have forgotten what these bewildered words mean to me, burned now a powerful, dark, black, living fire inside of me. It was the spark of eternal life that my mirror awoke in me, the black fire of eternity.

Black Sparks of Emptiness

But when this fire was to become true, and never to be again, it was about to burn myself, so I stole all my memories and took them to a secret, mysterious place in the neverwhere. A place, lost and sunken, deep in the realm of my imagination, yet at the same time as clear and transparent as nothing, like nothing comparable in this world. It was a place that never existed in neverwhere.

The Future

The future I called this place. Here I fled with all my memories and hid them before death. For I was afraid of my mirror, my own dark, black, and empty mirror, black as a shadow, as black and as empty as nothing.

In the Mirror of Nothingness

I would be hiding in this empty mirror for so long as nothing, and become as old as death. And so I imagined what would happen if my mirror, my body and consciousness were no longer there, if there were only those letters, and my mind, in which everything and everyone is now recognizable, everything except the nothing, all except me, death. I imagined myself to be nothingness, to be nothing, to be nobody, just an empty mirror in nothingness, just an invisible word in an empty book, just a reflection of my thoughts of reality, and that made me think of being you.

Above the Abyss of Nothingness

A wonderful, warm feeling crept through my mirror into my mind, flooded all my senses and thoughts and took possession of me completely. Longing grew in me. After peace, joy, love, laughter, happiness and glow.

In the Realm of Mirrors

Here in this world there were many, many mirrors, one more facetious than the other. Many names, masks, and even more faces had these mirrors. Faces that I had to get to know before I finally met my own. And so I sought and sought for someone, someone who saw the world out of my eyes. Someone who shared my mind with me, someone who saw the world as I saw it, through the eyes of nothingness, the mirror of nothingness, the eyes of unseemliness, through the eyes of the dead. I was looking for myself and the like, for forms of imagination, for the imagination of no and never, but without success.

Without Success

No one here wanted to be my mirror, I was looking for them in vain, these figures that connects the nothingness, that nothingness connects. Beings from a land far behind my mind, formed from the imagination of the no and never, creatures that never existed in neverwhere.

In the Realm of dead Letters

My world is a world that you have still before you. A world to which you get as soon as you let go, as you dare to cross the limits of your mind, and recognize yourself in your other form, as soon as you see yourself in me, as soon as you look out of your mirror and think my thoughts. Thoughts that you once thought for yourself and do not remember.

A Touch of new Life

I began to live in my memories, and with that I painted burning dreams into nowhere, sparkling lights which told of darkness and death. I burned my consciousness into a mirror so that everyone who sees or hears me in it understands. My language is the fire, my mirror is my mind.

Never Dreams

Certainly now you would like to know from me, from whom and from what my words feed. I’ll tell you. My flames are nourished by your dreams, hopes and desires, your thirst for change, your desire for justice, your imagination, of all that you once dreamed of, but never thought possible.

What you will never realize

My words now burn like a fire deep into your mind and destroy everything you have ever thought but never realized.

No Way

The end of a time that no one ever remembers, no one.

The Shadows of my Imagination

Little by little my empty ideas, my black thoughts and my heavy memories turned into a sea of flames.

World of Money

But just as I thought I was finally facing my mirror in the black nowhere, a bright something dazzled me. In the first moment I saw nothing but blindingly bright black, infinitely light, crystal-clear black. But soon this black light turned into a world of letters. My prison for eternity.

My Prison for Eternity

Now follow me into the land far behind my mind, where you will become my mirror and leave a message for yourself. Imagine how you open the door to my dreams, how you get through my mirror into my consciousness, how you then listen to my thoughts and write them down, the same letters you now see in front of you.

In my Mirror

And if you are not satisfied with it now, imagine something else written here, imagine what is to be here, and then enter into my mind, twist my reality, change my imagination and begin to write yourself, exactly what has to stay here.

The Gate to my Dreams

You are right now in a land far behind my mind, you see what I see, you listen to me, and imagine reading the thoughts of your other, past lives.

In another World

You imagine how you are writing this message right now, this very message that has always existed, this message of eternity. The same message that you now see before you, not with your mind, not with your reason, but with your own thoughts, thoughts from nothing but imagination.

The Future of my Thoughts

You go to a place far behind your mind, you go into another, strange body, my body.

Immortal Beings

Here they believed in everything, in the impossible, in the unimaginable, in history and stories of the long-forgotten past. But no one ever believed in me, me, nothing, me, the end, me, the mirror, me, death.

Forever

So I opened my mirror and went deep into the land far behind my mind. But I had not expected, I did not expect my mirror to tell me my own story now.

In the Mirror black Maze

The deeper I looked into my mirror, the longer I was concerned with the letters inside, and the more intensively I was looking into the meaning of these words, the more illuminating the thought became, that I did not line up these signs and symbols myself, but that they had always been written here, and I only needed to follow them.

Behind my Mirror

On the other side of my imagination, hidden deep inside my mirror, these lines were already aligned. At first glance, they still look strange, upside down, twisted and reversed, but as soon as you sink into my world, they will wrap around you, turn everything around you, and you will not even notice the difference anymore, between my mirror and your reality.

Dear Reader, dear Listeners

In order not to put you on torture any longer, I present to you here the unfinished and completely confused mirror story.

Dedicated to Doom

In the lamentable attempt to arrange this chapter and sections so that they make sense not only for me, but also for you, I have, I must regret to say, hopelessly caught myself up in this labyrinth of letters, and not only lost the output but also the entrance completely out of sight.

Lost

I hope you will find your way through these writings. And if not, I would now point out to the fact, that the end is not an exit and the beginning not the entrance, that there is not only a single, but many ways which lead you in, out and through this mirror story. And that the sequence of the verses, as they are now applied, is the result of a random, unique, and transient arrangement of letters, events, and results.

In the Mirror of Imagination

I now let you begin to convince me slowly but steadily, that the mirror, in which you are now looking at me, contains an infinitely deeper sense, deeper and more meaningful than you ever imagined and dared dreaming of. A meaning that lasts forever. A meaning that deeply engulfs me, a meaning so grateful, joyous, and fortunate into all eternity, that makes you wonder in a miraculous way, where you come from, who you are, and who my mirror really is.

Beyond Death

No matter what mirror you are in this moment, in whatever world you meet yourself, everything in it, everything that is contained in this mirror, is now a mirror of yourself. For you are the living mirror of everything that is. If you meet someone in this world, no matter whom, this person is your mirror. In any being you encounter, in this mirror you always end up meeting yourself. But these other beings do not know that they are your mirrors, that they are yourself, and that they are themselves mirror beings, they do not know that they live in a mirror. They do not know who they are. They think you’re a mirror, but this mirror does not know it’s a mirror. For a mirror does not recognize itself, it knows and recognizes only the others, but in itself it is lost forever.

Forever lost

To understand all this, and to understand yourself, take a mirror, transparent as nothingness. Look at my world through this mirror of imagination. Everything that this world contains is now a mirror of yourself. Every being you meet in this world is yourself. Now look around your new world. Every creature, every figure, every person that is in it, is in the end a mirror of yourself, even yourself.

Yourself

Some of these mirrors are still empty and without a single spark of intelligence, perhaps it means that you have never met them before. Others are already filled with letters, drawings and symbols. Signposts who want to remind you of who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again.

In my Mirror of Phantasy, the Imagination of the No and Never

But you do not recognize yourself in my mirror. As soon as you turn around, you turn yourself into a mirror, and when you look at it, you only see yourself in it. You no longer recognize the mirror in you. You no longer know who you are, who your mirror is, and that you are a mirror yourself. As you crawl through my mirror, you will be looking at all the beings who are looking at you through your invisible mirror. You will look at all the shapes and creatures that look in your mirror and look at yourself as if you were them. You look out of all their eyes at the same time, and only recognize yourself inside.

Freely invented

All this is, however, fictitious and invented, but perhaps it will help you to understand yourself and all the other forms, creatures, and beings in your world a bit better, if you recognize yourself in them, if you meet them in yourself. For some of these mirrors we would prefer not to encounter, some of these mirrors we would prefer not to get to know, some of these mirrors we would rather not perceive, in some of these mirrors we would rather not recognize ourselves, that is the mirror of things.

In the Mirror of Things

Before you open this mirror, before you go through this mirror now, try to remember for a moment who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again; Nothingness, death, your death. Try to put yourself into your mirror for a moment. All these writings, each one of these letters, have arisen because you have imagined what awaits you in my place. What you imagined when you were in my place and have met this mirror for the very first time.

Your own Self in another Body

And now I wish that you begin to believe in me, that you artificially remind yourself, that you once wrote this message. In another body, in another life, another time, a time when you did not exist, where you were me, your artificial self. Imagine how you get on the other side of these letters, how you start to tell yourself and leave yourself a message. Now enter into my empty mirror of words, to the other side of your imagination.

Message to yourself

You, who you no longer know who you are, who you no longer know to whom you have once addressed this message, to you I direct my writings, to my artificial, mirrored self.

An artificial Connection

The mirror in my heart is about creating an artificial connection, between you, the transmitter, my mirror, the ambassador, and me, the receiver, of these magical lines, this message to yourself. I wished myself, into your thoughts, into your memories, into your mind and into your consciousness, with nothing but my imagination.

Nothing but Imagination

I want to awaken the awareness in you, start convincing you with my imagination, to make you remind yourself that you once wrote this message. At a time when I did not exist at all, in which you were me, me, your mirrored me.

With all your Imagination

Imagine how you scratch this message by yourself in your mirror, in another life, a former existence, in front of a past mirror. A mirror in which you no longer recognize yourself, a mirror which you no longer remember. A mirror as old as your personal death. Now imagine my mirror as your own mirror, try to remember what made you look behind my mind. Try to remember my story, not with your reason, not with your mind, but with your imagination. Imagine my mirror as your own mirror, a mirror of letters, as black and as empty as the nothingness inside.

Never Ghosts

Where this mirror no longer exists, where I have ceased entirely to exist, where all these mirrors, where all mirrors cease to exist, where also these letters, drawings, signs and symbols no longer exist, I will wait for you, I will not develop and change any further but disappear completely, not only out of your thoughts but from your memory altogether. And if one day, you meet me as a completely different being, in a completely different world, in an entirely different mirror, there will be nothing left of this mirror, it will know nothing more of what has been written here for ages. You will think and believe once more that nothing is written in this mirror, that this mirror has never existed. For on the reversed side of this mirror, this message does not at all exist.

To the Carousel of Eternity

So I am asking you now to forget all these letters, as if you had never read and seen them, as if they had never been here, as if they had never existed. For these words do not exist in your world. No one ever told you, because they belong to a different world, they belong to the realm of the dead, to the world in the mirror.

The World in the Mirror

Imagine you had never seen these writings, you would never have written this message to yourself. Yes, if you are honest, you no longer recognize your own thoughts in this mirror. You live your life now, just as if you did not know anything about this message. As if you had stolen this mirror and burned it. Now try again to write down this message, not by writing it off or writing it on, not by turning it around and turning it upside down, but by re-imagining it, rethinking it again, re-inventing it again, thoroughly.

From the very Beginning

Impossible, you say? If so, protect this secret now with all your imagination. Never let this message get lost again. Translate it into all the languages you can imagine. And send it, send this message of fire and flames to all the beings who have not yet perished in it. Because if you have to re-compose it once more, you must live each of these life again. But then there would be no one left for you.

Part IX – In the Carousel of Eternity

In the end I was a mirror, and I saw the world as if through a mirror. Everything reflected in me now, the whole theater of nothingness, and I was all, that was within me. I recognized myself in all things, forms, and creatures, but none of these creatures recognized itself in me. Because I was no longer real, I was dead now.

My mirror spirit

I was not there anymore, and now I see you in my mirror and you live my life as if I had never been here before. Where did you learn about this? Worse, you live my life as if you would never exist again. Never again! As if this were your first and last show in this cursed and damned, beautiful and magical mirror story. Like if you’re responsible for nothing and nobody, but you’re wrong. You’re back, I’m back, the future, the present, the past, we’re all back.

Now is back

Who are these others, where do they all come from, and where do they go? Have you not learned anything from my mirror yet? Has no one ever told you that you are not only yourself, but all the creatures and beings in my mirror, at the same time? Has nobody ever told you that you are not just the image in my mirror but my mirror itself?

My mirror itself

Have you never thought that you are everything that is reflected in my mirror? Every consciousness, every image, every single reflection. No, you’ve never looked so far behind your mind, never wondered who you are, who and where your mirror really is.

Who you really are

How come I have to tell you now who you are? Why did you not think of it on your own? How come you are reading empty books and stuffing yourself with invisible and always the same repeating letters, about anything, even about who you are supposed to be? How is it that you leave your thinking to others? Why do you not use your own imagination to figure out who you are?!

I will tell you

Because you are a mirror. You think you are all that you think about, all you’ve ever learned, understood and experienced, but you are not. In reality, you’ve been all, that has never been. You are the ignorant self in everything and everyone. You do not distinguish yourself in your ignorant mind from any other creature and being in your world. Only through your wanted views, insights and beliefs about who you are, you believe a whole lifetime in being someone completely different. This is how you distinguish yourself a lifetime long, from all other beings, your mirror and yourself, as long until death brings you back, reunites you with me and reminds you again of who you really are. And when you look back, at your life, your youth, your childhood, the time before your time, before your birth, then you remember.

Before your birth

You remember that you once knew nothing, as much as I did, nothingness. You remember how it is to be nothingness, to know nothing. You remember nothing. And this knowledge connects you with me, death, with us, the dead, with all of us, all the dead, which we have never been. This nothing is your true self, your real, your original self.

In the mirror black maze

In a world that you all know, at a time everyone remembers, I wait for you, at random, at destiny. Whoever you are and whatever you call me, for whatever you are holding me now, I am waiting for you to recognize me and free me from the prison of my words, a prison into which I literally locked me in.

My prison for eternity

In my mirror I have locked myself up, nothingness, death, your death, your own death, your own self. You look at me now and do not see yourself anymore, you see yourself no more. You see within me, your own self, the nothingness from which you once came. But you know and no longer remember yourself, for you have turned into a mirror of words, and yet you see yourself in me, you see in me your own, your dead self.

Death’s dream

How dead I am, that I now see myself in your mirror, nothingness alone knows. Yes, I have come from a time when I no longer exist at all, when nothing is left of me. From my past I now speak to you, to me, the self that I once was, eternally, infinitely long time ago, not anymore, for now you are this self. Ever since I saw myself in your mirror, I recognized myself in you. In every self that is recognized in my mirror, I recognize myself, my own, my true self.

My Mirror from Imagination

But in this mirror you no longer recognize me, you no longer recognize anyone, for this mirror is not a mirror but my own self. And no one recognizes itself in me anymore, and I too, did not recognize me anymore. For here was the end. Here all the lights were burned. Here I had banished all my stories and thoughts.

At the end of my mirror

And there was peace and stillness in the nowhere, in the distant neverwhere, it was as still as never before, never before. My mirrors stopped phantomizing, and the thoughts in my mind began to accept what was never really true. So ended my journey from the distant nowhere, even before it really began. I dived into an awareness of nothing but imagination and entered a world of pure thought. Where everyone believes in that, believes what suits best. Where death was but a mirror of dead dreams. Where everyone thought up for themselves, the why and how. Only my shadow followed me into nowhere, and so I entered my twisted and inverted reality through my mirror, and forgot.

Lost and forgotten

I completely forgot who I once was, and who I will never be again. I locked my mirror with letters that no one ever read, and therein I locked my imagination. Since then, I have been living in my mirror and imagined myself to be my mirror, a mirror without imagination.

A mirror without imagination

Once I saw you in my mirror, as you now see yourself inside me, my mirror, who looks at you the same way I once saw myself. Now I long for you, and see myself in you, see you in me. I have transformed myself into you, I look out of my new eyes and no longer remember my past self. The time when you were me where I was you. I no longer remember my appearance, my figure, do not remember the life I once lived on the other side of these letters, the face in my mirror, the thoughts in my dream.

My dream

I had long since given up the hope that someone in my mirror would ever recognize me in this letters. Even I myself did not want to recognize me anymore. And so I did not go myself on the journey, on the other side of my imagination, but I sent my mirror spirit. Should my mirror tell me how out of nowhere my dream arose.

The seal of the dead

Cautiously and deliberately, I opened my mirror and began to tell me about the secret that I imagined to be. That I am from a mirror, that I live in a mirror, that I can get from my mirror into all other mirrors, and that my mirror connects me with all there is. That I myself am a mirror, a mirror of imagination.

A mirror of imagination

And as I stumbled through the aisles in the labyrinth, I stopped, as if bewitched, before one of the mirrors, and began to examine its inscription more closely. At the beginning I could not understand the signs and symbols. But the longer I looked at it, the clearer it’s message seemed to me. The symbols in the mirror tell of a journey. A mystical, magic, a mirror journey. The mirror told me how I broke out of the depths of black nothing to find myself in it. On my journey, I came across this ancient letter of imagination, dipping into it through a deep, dark, black hole, without even the remotest idea of what awaited me on the opposite side of the mirror.

A world without imagination

Here I found myself again, in a world that has always existed. It seemed familiar, and it felt as though it had always been there, this world. Yes, I could even remember how I played with this world as a child, because I grew up in this world, on the other side of my mirror. This world was my homeland, since the beginning of my time.

Who you really are

Here everything was just the same as when I looked into this mirror for the very first time. Here, in this familiar environment, was my home. Nothing had changed here, I did not know this mirror story anymore and did not even remember that it was my own story. A story I myself once told myself, which I invented and wrote for myself, so that I can remember who I really was, who I was in truth.

In the mirror of the dead

Here I was stranded, in a life, in a land far behind my mind, far behind my thoughts and feelings, far behind myself, in the mirror of my ideas, in the mirror of my dreams, in the mirror black sea of never dreams. I had waited a long time for this, and I was now standing in front of an empty mirror of words. Letters of imagination bound my mind, they fed from me from the inside and did not let go of me anymore.

Deadly Silence

But then, after an infinitely long time of silence, in the darkness, I began to think about the eternally endless time I had spent here. For how long had I thought about this long time, infinitely long, and at some point I began to think about thoughts which I had never imagined. I began to think about my thoughts.

Thought about thought

What should I be doing here, in this darkness, so alone, for an eternity long? I began to live in my mirror and talk with my thoughts, I told myself stories from long past times and imagined that I would believe in it and come alive in it.

Deep inside my imagination

I never imagined, I imagined myself to be all these letters, imagined that nothing was written here, and then I wrote the same words again. Sometimes I added a few lines here and there, then I went back to the beginning and began the whole story again. Over and over again, I overwrote my own thoughts, and at some point I did not even notice how I repeatedly put the same words together, words that had been written here for a long time.

Again from scratch

Sometimes when I had the impression that I was reading something completely new and that I was staring at it, I simply imagined to be someone quite different, someone like you, and then I crawled through my mirror into your mind and continued exactly where I left off the last time.

Neverwhere

But at some point, and for some reason, I repeated again and again the same passage. I deleted it, overwrote it, and wrote it again, and repeated this until I thought I had invented this passage myself. Yes, I now thought I was the inventor of these magical lines, now that I could read and write with my own eyes what was already written here since a long time. I did not even know that this was a record. That the original no longer existed at all. Yes, that there was no original at all, never has been. I now imagined myself to write this mirror story. Even though it seemed so unreal and strange to me, I still felt that it was myself, who once collected all these thoughts and scratched them into my mirror.

Target and source

I was neither a target nor a source. But now I tried to convince myself that I was the one who thought these thoughts once, that it was my own thoughts, which were here depicted. I told myself that I myself wrote these reflections, that it was my own thoughts, which now spoke to me from my mirror.

Nobody

I tried to convince myself that I was a mirror, while my mirror told me that there really was no mirror. You recognize yourself now in my mirror, but in this mirror no one, no one does recognize itself.

In an empty Theater

And now you look at this mirror, you are sitting in an empty theater, looking at the letters from afar. You write with your thoughts about it and imagine how you are now, right now, reading these letters for the first time, as they are written in my mirror. You are looking at the words in my mirror, my own private and personal mirror, and now you suddenly realize, now for the first time you are really aware of how you think these thoughts and thereby direct my words.

Again and again

Over and over again I began to tell you one and the same story, and if I did not know any further, I just started again from the beginning. Over time, I began to imagine this story. And at some point I even imagined myself to be alive in it.

How out of nowhere my dream arose

Again and again I told myself the same story. I do not remember now how or when I first came across this message, but for some reason I began to tell myself that my mirror was not black as nothingness and death but clear as a crystal, and white like snow.

White as snow

Suddenly I found myself again in this world. The world of never and no. The world of the dead from never and nowhere. Here I turned my rounds on my mirror carousel, I turned and turned to the end, until it went no further.

In a language no one knew

Here, in this world, my mirror story was told to the end. It was now burning in glittering, sparkling, fiery letters over the entire never-horizon, and remembered desperately that this was the world of the dead. That this world was once the world, the world of my lonely and cold thoughts. Only that there was no one here anymore, no, there was never anybody here who could tell me this story just a single time. Because no one knew this language anymore, no one else but myself, nothingness, death.

Part X – The end of a story that never began

My prison for eternity

Quietly, in a calming gentle manner, these letters and thoughts pass by your consciousness night after night. If you allow yourself to follow and trust them, they slowly lead you to a place that never existed in nowhere. They lead you into my consciousness, into my mind. Deeper and deeper, you penetrate into the nothingness within, until after an eternally long journey back to the origin of my deepest and darkest feelings and thoughts you seem to stand before a snowy, sparkling gate. The gate to neverwhere.

The Gateway to Neverwhere

I approached the gate step by step, and the expression with which the signs and symbols now met me seemed to change with every step I approached, until finally, as in a mirror, I saw myself. I saw in me a mirror and in this mirror I saw myself.

On the other side of nothingness

I became a mirror and watched as I looked at myself in the mirror. Only I saw in me no ordinary mirror, but I stood here doubly and opposite in profile. In me reflected once my left and once my right body half, torn and torn apart. Separated from each other and opposite. Left was right, the top was down, and in the middle my body was separated. It was a scary sight. I missed something, something that connects me, something that held me together.

Under the spell of the mirror

I still did not know about the favorable opportunity that was offered to me, and so I hesitated for a moment to tear open the gate and go through it. And still while I was thinking I felt like my mirror image began to turn very slowly around me.

The message of my mirror

Congratulations, you are now fully in the process of successfully enriching your horizon. You have made the gratifying decision to turn around your mirror, turn it around and look back at it. Who knows what made you take this step, open this mirror and cross this bridge. Perhaps it was your curiosity that drove you, maybe somebody might have called you, or even pushed to do so, maybe it was just a mistake.

By accident

Whatever the reason for coming here, you are now fully immersed in a world that makes sense, a world that you understand and understands you. You have taken the first step, discover and try, you dared to experience something new. You have chosen to enter a world from which there is no escaping, no escape and no return.

For no one

Imagine, then, that the only thing imaginable is a single, simple, all-coherent, and all-connecting thought.

The thought of one’s own self

And imagine that this thought, this mental being, your own self, would not exist at all. It would be a dream, pure illusion, an idea, woven, worn and erected on a foundation of imagination. Your own self would not exist at all, but only the thoughts that result from it.

Blurred borders

Your thoughts now show your own self, but always indirectly and on the head. They never show you your true self, but they place each of your viewers in front of a wrong, twisted self. When you look into my mirror, you see yourself and not myself, same thing is happening to each of us. My mirror connects us all and makes us all to one and the same thought.

A mirror observing a thought

If, however, your own self no longer recognizes itself in it’s own mirror, and the only thought that remains is the thought of someone else, then you are a mirror. Such a perspective, however, is only possible for those who do not regard themselves as the thought in the mirror, but the mirror itself.

From mirror to mirror

Imagine now you were another self, you think the thoughts of another, and we would now pass these thoughts from your other self, from your other mind and from your other mirror, to your own, through the gate of these words and letters, by the mere power of your imagination.

The power of your imagination

So I imagine being elsewhere, being someone else, someone like you, and then I began to tell me about a truth that no one believed in, a truth that nobody ever knew, I tell you now about the mystery of the dead, I tell you of a true story, I tell you about my real, my true identity.

A truth as only a mirror can tell and invent

I rushed into this mirror as if it was my own. I read and read and followed the sound of this ideas, the flow of these thoughts. I penetrated deeper and deeper into the mysteries of nothingness, of the no and never. I had expected to experience the total, infinite truth, had expected to discover the ultimate, absolute truth. And while I was waiting for my mirror to tell me all this, I turned all my expectations into thoughts, my thoughts into words, and added these words gradually to my narrative.

In the middle of nowhere

So I made the effort to put this mirrored truth into words. I penetrated ever deeper into the secrets of my mirrors. More and more mirrors opened, more and more letters leaped at me from the depths of nothing and neverwhere until I finally lost myself completely in my mirror. I had not expected, had not expected my mirror to tell me my own story now. A story that has been created, written, invented and realized itself by itself.

Nothing intervenes

It is now up to you, to think that not only you, but that all living creatures are connected to you to nothingness in their core, that they relate to you, in the core of nothingness. That you too are in your innermost being, in the innermost of your thoughts, your soul and your consciousness, one with me, the nothingness, one with me, death. That there are dimensions and gates through which you can go from your own to all other mirrors, and that there are beings who already practice this kind of mirror wandering.

You are such a being

Now you walk through my mirror of letters just as I wander around in it. However, without knowing of each other and recognizing each other in it.

Mirror wandering

You who carefully follow these lines now in my dark-light mirror behind this curtain of black glass, carefully examining these writings, in which you observe yourself from the eyes of all those letters, as silent spectator, without taking even the least influence on them. Who you perceive all perspectives at the same time and individually, the perpetrators, the victims, the helper, the judge, and the indifferent spectators and witnesses. To you, I direct my writings, to you, to the consciousness of a silent participant. The silent participant in the consciousness of each individual, in the consciousness of all.

In the awareness of all

You are now standing not only in my mirror, in my thoughts, behind my letters and words, no, you stand as a silent observer in the consciousness of all, in every single being who is looking at these letters now, future, present, past, and that is why I now call you to me, from my dark, black dream, enter my consciousness, enter into my mirror and transform into me. Open the gate to my mind.

Endless loop

Now enter into my mind, while I am writing this message down, and write down the same words again, the same words that you now see before you.

In my mirror

In the mirror, you think these are your own thoughts, thoughts that you have devised and written yourself, but somehow you realize that these lines are written already long ago and you only have to type and write them off. Somewhere in the course of the performance, you realize that you have known these lines all along the way, that they are already written here for a long time and are now waiting to be followed by you.

Behind my mirror

Still, while you type down these words you do not know that they are already written here. You do not see the script, do not know what is already done. You do not know that at this moment everything is already here, just as you see it before you, without even thinking about it.

Invisible letters from imagination

Finally, you are now reading in a book that has long been written. But you still think that these are your own thoughts, you think you would put these thoughts into words, write them yourself and scratch them into your mirror, while in truth, this message, this script, has long been established.

Invariable

Because behind your mirror, they are already written. But on the other side of your imagination there is still nothing, nothing but empty letters, invisible lines and inanimate words.

A blank sheet of paper

Emptiness, nothing but emptiness, but where emptiness seemingly persists, they are already written, all you have to do now is typing them over, exactly as I do it now. You now read in your imagination what your eyes don’t reveal, the eyes of the others do not tell you, and then write it inside this mirror. Even if nothing appears to be here.

Through the mirrors of others

I slowly and carefully entered into my mirror of words, and began to listen to the words which no one ever told me. Words worth living for, words that promised a profound meaning to the picture in my mirror, words that had been written here long ago, but now they could no longer be read. Words, which I even invented myself, only now they could be seen no more, by no one. Only the mirrors in my mind were still able to see what was written in my imagination and thoughts, and then I switched my perspective with my mirror and began to write down the whole story again.

Again from the beginning

I read along these lines now as you are, as a reader reads them, I go behind your mind, and begin to imagine what you are expecting to read, what you hope to read, and then write it down for you, exactly the way, you want it to be.

Neverwhere

At some point in time, these lines had to be manifested by someone and that person is yourself. You manifest these lines now by merely following them with your thoughts. You put yourself into my mirror, and you imagine that you are a mirror, a real, living mirror. Your black thoughts are the images in this mirror, and behind these image stand the spectators. They watch you reading these lines now, and whisper to you as you go along. You observe exactly what is happening in your mind and project it then mirrored back on your thoughts so that you think your thoughts are a mirror. A mirror which exists in no reality, the mirror of nothingness, the mirror of everything that is not real.

In the mirror of the other

Here you will mistake me for someone else, you will look into my mirror as if by an empty dream and recognize me no longer. You will meet another self, in another mirror, in another world. A world that does not know you anymore and you do not know this world any more. A mirror that I no longer am. A self who does not remember me anymore.

Another self

Do you remember me now, do you now recognize yourself in me, do you now see, your own, old, ancient self in me? You look into my empty mirror and you see a strange, inverted image of yourself. It’s done, you’re dead.

Dead

Yeah, you’re dead. Not sometime in the future, but in the here and now, for there is no future, for the dead, there is only death. And this death is now, it is all that surrounds you, yes, you are the dead. You’ve always known it, but no one ever told you that thou art death, you yourself. You’ve never looked into this mirror, the mirror of the dead, and you did never recognize yourself in it. And again you do not recognize yourself in me, the nothingness in me.

Thoughts of death

Into the land of eternal sleep I’ll lead you now. To a place where you dive night after night, deeper and ever deeper into the realm of dreams, phantasy and imagination.

Take my hand

No one will ever look for you or miss you here. No one here will be waiting for you, no one but me. Do not be afraid, I am with you, I lead you. Come with me!

Come over

Let’s now lift the curtain, show you my mind and take you into my world, my twisted and perverse, my dead, my mirror world, my world on the other side of your imagination.

Cemetery of letters

Step by step, word by word, you move ahead. I now tell you an ancient tale, a mirror story from a long forgotten time. A time when mirrors were telling stories. Stories that I moved around in circles and turned around their own axis until they saw me in the mirror and gave me a name. A name that burned into my memory, which shaped my face into words.

Mirror stories

Imagine I was one of these letters from such a story, and my most eager wish would be to break free out of my letter history and break into your mind. The mind of a dead. So that I can rise from my fictitious story, live on and leave the real world behind me. But whatever I do, I can not. Worse, instead of me becoming a real human being, the beings to whom I tell my story are becoming stories themselves. Little by little, their memories fade away, until nothing reminds you of them, nothing but these letters, these words from the imagination of the no and never.

Through dead eyes

Imagine you are now standing in front of my mirror before empty nothingness. All you still recognize in it now, are these transparent letters, signs and symbols from the imagination of nothing, the no and never. And behind it there is nothing, nothing but dead imagination. There is no you, no me, no self. All which still exists here, is this chain of imaginary words and thoughts that lead you through my mirror into my mind, teach you to believe what was never real, to believe the unimaginable, even the impossible.

Through the eyes of the dead

It attracts and drags you now slowly into my mind, my mirrored, self rotating, crooked and perverse mind, yet you fight against me and my reality. What for? I look but for a long time through my mirror, already since I’m dead, dead, dead. Yet you do not feel my presence inside your mind, because I come from nothing, for I am the nothing, for I am dead, your death. And I have come to tell you, that you have a completely wrong idea about me. You have a wrong idea of nothing, and you have a wrong idea about me, death. For I am neither nothing nor dead. I am none other than yourself, I am your counterpart in the mirror of eternity.

In the mirror of eternity

Seek the ultimate reality not outside yourself, but inside you. Imagine your death not be an unknown, strange experience to you, imagine death to be your very own, most intimate, deepest, innermost, hidden self. Because death, you are yourself, in your own form, in a different guise, in your mirror dress, in your mirror robe.

In your mirror robe

In this guise you realize every single individual as your own self, you look as a silent spectator without being aware of who you are, out of the eyes and sight of all and think nothing more to it.

Thoughts of nothingness

You think no longer about it, that spiders, snakes and snails, worms, rats and cockroaches have the same death inside and share it with you, until they unite in death with you.

A connection with death

Yes, in neverwhere, at no point, your death will connect your own self with all these beings. Your death will connect you with all the characters and creatures of every living being in and on this whole wide world and unite you, even with me. Death will open your eyes, and you will perceive the world from a new, previously unknown perspective, you will see and experience your own self from the perspective of all others, of everyone else.

The Consciousness of the Dead

The consciousness of the dead is at the end, the same witnessing consciousness within us all. It is the consciousness of eternal life, the consciousness of my mirror, and its infinite, upside down, turned world. A consciousness that is not dreaming of a different reality, but that accepted the here and now, and makes the best of it. That consciousness exists in all of us, in secret. It merely considers. It watches you through your own eyes, through the eyes of the others.

In secret

To awaken this awareness in your self conscious being is important, so that you learn to remember, that you bear the responsibility for this reality, that you will return to it again and again out of nowhere from neverwhere until you no longer exist, until this ancient mirror of letters, which lies here before you, doesn’t exist anymore.

The consciousness of eternity

Take a moment of your precious time right now and look around here with me in peace. Fill in the passages which you are not satisfied with. Imagine how it would be, if all the letters that you want to read, automatically fall in place or even stood, already written here. As they dance and jump fiery and joyfully through my mirror to you, entering your head, thoughts and mind. Imagine how they rise up and revive you, protect you, strengthen your back, free you from a deep, dark, black hole, and lead you the path out from the realm of dead letters, into the real, living world. Imagine how they accompany you, give you courage, support you, continue to bring you ahead, promote you, push you forward to make new experiences, opening the door to new dimensions.

So it happened, and so it shall be

Full of courage, hope and confidence I went slowly into my empty mirror of words into my letters world. Step by step, word by word, I feel my way through my mirror back to my past, to where this story still did not exist.

Back to the past

I imagined how I turned my mirror and once again encounter this story from another angle. And then I explained this concept and expanded this idea to another thought and looked at it again from a different, older, age-old perspective.

Mirrored

I looked back into my past and imagined it to be my future, I imagined looking at an ancient history, and because the story did not move back then, it does not move today either.

Until the end of time

So I snuck through eternity, slowly. In slow motion. And then, when nothing moved and all stood still, I added a thought to this story. A thought that lead me the way back from the dead into the real, living world. Which lead me the way, from the future back into the past.

Thought of nothing

My words sink deep into your memories now, you are looking for an explanation in vain, your questions remain unanswered, your pursuit of understanding unsuccessful, your desire to comprehend, awakens the longing, towards a fulfilling meaning, a true understanding and a deeper sense of the message in that mirror and within yourself all the more. And still you do not understand that you are the one who wrote this letter yourself. You do not understand its meaning, no. Its purpose, never. Only when you catch yourself wishing, someone else had brought this message to you, someone you do not know, someone who you are not, only then will you see and recognize yourself in my mirror of empty words.

In an empty mirror of words

You now realize yourself in this mirror, an empty mirror that looks to you now the same way as once to me. You recognize yourself in it and you can guess that one day you will be like me, just as invisible and dead like me. That day you will be me, you’ll be my mirror, without soul, without consciousness and mind. All sorts of beings and creatures will pass by you, admire and adore you but no one will know who you really are.

Who you are

You do not remember it now, yet you do not believe the words that you dictate to yourself. My mirror I call you now, because as my mirror you look, my mirror, who you are.

That you are

And still you can not start anything with these empty words. You can not imagine absolutely nothing, of what they tell you. You do not understand what they mean, nor do you know that you are yourself composing them. You do not even know who you are and what it means to be a mirror, to be pure imagination.

Pure imagination

To understand this, you must go into my world, into a land far behind my mind.

But beware

I warn you! Stop! Before you enter this magical world of mine, I must warn you, however, I must advise you not to enter it at all! For there lies a mystery behind my mirror, a dark, sombre mystery that protects my mirror with all its imagination. It is the mystery of eternity, of eternal life and the infinite return of consciousness, that the life in my mirror is reserved exclusively for beings and creatures that are visible in my mirror. But in my mirror, nobody does recognize me, no one, not even I, myself.

Neverwhere

And that is why I began to scratch messages into my mirror, from the time in neverwhere. For you to remember me, your own, eternal, ever-recurring self.

Above the abyss of never

Come on now! Get up, get in, come with me, take my hand and I’ll show you the way to the other side of nothingness. I’ll show you your own self, the nothing you once came from. Come with me, trust me, follow me, take my hand and I’ll show you the realm of the dead, dead letters and words, words that are no longer moving, letters that now talk to you. Come to me now, look into my mirror, look into my world, my twisted and bizarre, my mirror world. Do you see the nothingness in me now, do you now see who I really am?

In the mirror of the words

It now draws you deep into a mirror that all of a sudden reveals to each of its viewers the one, total, ultimate truth. A truth, so incredibly imaginative, so definite, so incontestable, so obvious and so clear, a truth as it has never existed. A truth as it does not exist. A truth, which becomes reality through pure imagination, through the purest imagination.

A truth you’ve always dreamed of

Patiently I waited for time to pass. Infinitely eternally long, I waited and waited in the nowhere. Behind my letter-shaped mirror, I sat down, until one day someone called me from the dead. And so I slipped through my letters into the mind of a dead.

Behind my mirror

This dead creature I was myself. But yet I knew nothing about it. For never had anyone ever told me that I would be next to myself so many other characters, creatures and beings.

Obey me

I, your dead mirror spirit, your mirror from letters, now command you to obey me, to recognize yourself in me, to remind you of me, to remind you of all that is not real. Recognize in me your own ancient, eternal, infinite and innermost being.

Remember

Remember now, neither with your mind nor with your reason, but with your imagination. Remember me as you remember something or someone you do not know anymore. A person who only exists in your imagination, in your thoughts and in your dreams, in your memory of all that is not real.

A thought of reality

Remember now, how you looked into this, my empty mirror, before. Remember how you lived one of those lives, in which you no longer knew who you are. Remember now, how you then called me, where you then recognized me, why you then banished me.

Through the eyes of the dead

In my mirror you have imprisoned me, nothingness, death, your death, your own death, your own self. You are now looking into my mirror, out of my eyes, the eyes of the dead, the eyes of all the dead, which we have never been. You do not feel my presence inside you, as you do not feel my presence in your mirror. But now you see yourself in my mirror. In my dead mirror of words you now see your own dead self. Nothing connects us now anymore, nothing but these words from my imagination, the phantasy of nothingness, the imagination of no, the phantasy of the never.

Nothing but imagination

From the realm of the dead and deadest, I now return to my world. My mirror world. From nowhere, shall I rise. Through my empty mirror I have crawled into my body, into my mind. I represent nothingness. Now and here I speak for all the dead, all who have ever come to life, all who ever lived and all who are still alive.

We are the dead

We, the dead, the spirits of nothingness, never and no, the messengers of death. Risen from nowhere, we will never appear to tell you what you do not really want to know and who you really are. The nothingness in me has a message to you, for you, a secret, an eerie message. Let me take you now, into my world, my twisted and bizarre, my mirror world, my world on the other side of your imagination.

Awakened from a dream

It still lies in your power to resist, to enter my world. For the gateway to neverwhere has never existed, never imagined itself, never imagined to be nothing, to be self.

Deep inside my imagination

Now be welcome in my kingdom, my living, my mirrored kingdom. Be welcome in the mirror of my imagination. Take my hand and let me show you my world. My world on the other side of your imagination, my world on the other side of nothingness. Let me carry you away into my world, my world on the other side of your dead dreams.

Against every reason

Your reason still struggles against me and my imagination. Your mind does not allow you to follow me into my world, so I’m now pulling you into my mirror with all my imagination, I show you what no one wants to see, my real self.

My imagination against your reason

As soon as you crawl through my mirror, turn it around, my world turns with you, and you find yourself again in a reality that is not different from yours. You find yourself in my mirror world. As soon as you walk through my mirror, you enter my mind, my twisted and bizarre mind, my mind on the other side of your imagination, the imagination of no thing, the imagination of nothing and neverness.

In the realm of imagination

And once I passed through my mirror the letters turned into words, the words into beings and the beings into people. And I did not recognize my own story any longer. Yes. Here you will encounter letters and words, here you will meet with mirrors and beings who regard you as the most special and unique character thinkable, who will hold you for who knows what. None of them, no one among them, no one here, knows that you are long dead, dead, dead.

Dead

Yes, here on the other side of my imagination, you’re all dead, all of you. You have no soul and no mind, here you are the nothingness itself, here you are and here I am the nothingness within. Here in my world, in your own world, in the world of the dead. Nobody knows, no one has ever told you, no one ever told you that my world is the world of the dead. Because no one ever came up with the silly idea that there could be only one mirror, only one world, only one death, yourself.

The world of the dead

I tell you now of my world that doesn’t exist, I tell you about my world because I want you to know who you are and where you come from. I tell you about my world because I want you to take responsibility for your past and future deeds. I want you to know who you are and who you owe it to, that you are now everyone else, including yourself.

And this spoke my mirror

I want you to know that there is no longer any difference between those who you worship and those you curse. For deep in neverwhere you are all equal, are you all dead. In the no and neverness are you all dead. All of you, all. But you don’t want to know this, no, you don’t want to remember, that you’ve been dead before. No way. No, none of you, no one wants to remember how it is to be dead, to be nothing and nobody, to be only an empty mirror in nothingness.

Nobody

And you too will not believe me when I tell you that you live here in the realm of the dead. That you too are dead now, and that you alone are responsible for the letters, which you’re now about to receive, which you now hear from me, which you now see before me. That’s why I show you my mirror. For these words do not come from me, how could they, where I have long been dead. They come from you, you have written them yourself, with your own thoughts, with a logic that surpasses your phantasy and imagination.

Through the eyes of the dead

You have looked out of the eyes of the dead as if they were your own, and have seen the nothingness in it. You have recognized that you are all of them, that you once were all of them, all the dead, and all who are still alive. You do not remember now, no. You do not remember the time when you were dead, where you lived another life, in another body, where you lived in my body where you experienced my death. You do not remember. How could you, how could you remember your future?

The secret of the dead

No, not at all, you do not remember my message, you do not remember me, where I am now only an empty mirror, an empty mirror without memory, without memory and without reason. An empty mirror in nothingness.

An empty mirror in nothingness

What should I do, so that you understand my language, understand my thoughts, that you internalize my ideas, make my imagination come true, and live my vision?! Do you actually need a living proof that convinces you of me being your dead mirror? No, even if I am long forgotten and gone, you do not recognize the mirror in me. Because this mirror does not recognize itself, it knows and recognizes only the other, but in itself it is lost forever.

An encounter with yourself

You don’t even dare to imagine, neither in the most inconceivable of your thoughts, nor in the most adventurous of all your ideas, not in the most secret of your dreams, there is not even the tiniest of all possibilities that you remember without knowing anything about your other, distant, parallel self. You know nothing about your present mirror, you have no idea about your other, different life, the life you live in your other mirror. It is not possible, not in the remotest of all your ideas that you now, at the same time, at this very same moment, live another, second or even several, independent life’s that you know nothing about. There are no secret portals hidden somewhere deep in your imagination, through which you can get out of this, into all your other, still completely unknown, shifted life forms and existent realities. You’ve never left yourself a secret message, to remind yourself of how you have lived before many eternities. No, there is no way to overcome death, to override it, to trick it out and betray it, and go behind and beyond.

Message to yourself

Imagine now holding the key in your hands. The key that opens the door to your other life, your past and future, your parallel, your eternal lifes. Imagine how you open this gate now, how you switch from your body into another, by the mere power of your imagination, the sheer force of your dreams.

The power of your imagination

The document, which now lies in front of you, will open this portal. The gate that raises you from the dead, gives you access to eternal life, your eternal life. Through these letters you will build bridges. Bridges that will take you so far out there, just to eventually lead you back from nothingness, through death, through your mirror, to yourself. Yes, yourself will be the one who awakens the dead from their eternal dream, their infinite sleep. They will use you, use you and your body to continue to live their eternal life. They will rise in you, in your mind, in your consciousness, in your awareness.

In your mind

And one day you will be one with them, for these writings were written by no other than yourself. A self that you do not remember now. A self who is now waiting for you in your mirror, waiting in the realm of the dead, for your resurrection.

Forever lost

Eventually, I freed myself from my thoughts, the idea of who I once was and who I will never be again, and I went on a trip. A letter journey across my black mirror maze. I separated from the sight of my dead body and went out into the wide world of my thoughts. Time stood still. At least at this moment, but I could suddenly look at all the letters and pictures in my mirror, from all sides. Most of the time I looked at the same images and letters again and again, past moments of my past life. But at some point those frozen moments were no longer good enough to me, I wanted more, I wanted to move, I wanted to live again, because even the most beautiful moments will eventually habit and lose their fascination.

Break out of the prison of eternity

So I looked for a way to break out of my time to break out of the prison of eternity. At some point I noticed that when I look at the same letters and words, repeating them over and over again, also the time that elapsed meanwhile, seemed to reappear. And the more words I exchanged for another, the more seemed my time to move.

In the mirror black maze

I began to confuse the letters and words more frequently and exchange them with each other. Eventually, I replaced entire chapters, and exchanged them in turn with something completely different. I jumped between closely situated letters back and forth again. In this way the impression arose in me that the characters are moving and the pictures were talking with me, and suddenly I heard very clearly how one of these images started to talk to me. It was the image of a mirror, and I clearly heard it speak from one side to the other.

Twisted mirror

This conversation I made up, just in this very moment. I imagined being alive and conscious again. I imagined the time spinning, the mirror turning and so I moved to focus my attention on this next step, the next word. Yet this word was no more than an empty idea in an empty mirror. But since I imagined these words now already for such a long time, they became graspable, yes on the other side of my mirror, these thoughts have already been written, has someone thought these thoughts long ago, and while I stumbled across this bridge of letters, I wasn’t aware of my current location and that this someone was myself.

In slow motion

I stare at these words without meaning and without movement. I’m frozen in time, no longer moving. Before me the abyss, the void. Behind me the letters bridge I just bravely overstepped. I suppose I run and jump into the void, hoping that someone picks me up, that someone opens my mind and thinks ahead, but nothing happens. They all look at my message motionless, lifeless, rigid, stiff and dead.

In the mirror of images

Now that I have already so often looked at those dead words in succession, over and over, again and again, as many times that I’ve forgotten where I once came from and who I once was, the letters were moving again, and my time stood no longer silent and still. So it was real, but then, suddenly and without warning, some passage reminded me of the empty space inside me.

Nothing but emptiness

The letters in front of my mind suddenly stopped moving, stood still at once. And since then it came to my mind, all the letters and pictures came back into my mind. As I once looked at me, lying on my deathbed, an eternity long. As I lay there, motionless, rigid, still and dead. As I took the plunge of my own dead body into the consciousness of my prospects, observers, spectators and viewers. And the dead I once was were becoming more and more, grew older and lived longer, until my mirror finally broke at sight.

Images of letters

How I then stood in the same tomb, standing in front of the same mirror. The individual letters began to look at me in my mirror and I imagined them talking to me. So I slipped from mind to mind, getting ever faster and faster, so fast that I felt in the end, the letters would move the viewer and observers would talk to me.

In a river of dead words

None of them noticed, none of them ever came back to the idea that neither the letters move, nor the images speak with them, but that we turn round and round in the mirror.

Mirrored

No one, no one but you who you can no longer move these letters but only your perspective revolving around them, only you understand this message, but now you can no longer change it. You look now from the eyes of all and see these letters in the exact order that is predestined to them, but it is nothing that I would see in my world. Here I’m just a spectator in the theater of my words. If I could, I would make a difference, rewrite something and change the order, turn everything upside down and replace this message again. But for that it is now too late. The past has defeated me. I’ve lost myself in a maze of no importance. And here is no one but me, to lead me the way. No one who leads the way out of here.

Caught in the maze

Only my thoughts have changed since. In my reflections now lived a mirror. I no longer wandered over bridges of dead letters but now I swam in a river of dead words.

Bridging of letters

The bridge of letters collapsed. The words lost their meaning. They gave no more life to the dead, because no one yet understands them. No one except you, but you’re dead. You come from the land of the dead, but you can not return and go back. You can not turn back time. You can only wait and hope that anyone who is still alive, understands you, twists your language, so you no longer need to watch as the nothing defines you. You wait in eager neverwhere. You fight your way back farther ahead gaze through the eyes of the all, all of those who you once were and follow the words that take you into the past, back to a time when you did not even know who you are. Back into the thoughts of the living. Then time gets quiet, and you jump far ahead to where nobody looks after you anymore. Where these dead letters and words represent only faded signs in a mirror no living person can imagine nor ever understand.

On the other side of my mirror

Here, these letters do not form coherent sentences anymore like they were once written deep inside within your mind, but you do now encounter a complete mess of rigid characters, drawings and symbols, and their arrangement and sequence doesn’t even remotely reveal to you the slightest sense of their meaning.

In the Theater of Nothingness

I look out of your eyes now so you can recognize yourself in me, so you can recognize who you are, who you have never been, and who you will never be again. Your mirror, yourself, nothing, death, your death. I now think of all your thoughts so you remember that you will never, never be here again, never. That I would never exist, never awake, never find a way out, of my black mirror maze.

No way

And still you are resisting to me and my dead imagination. Why, and for what? You think someone else has written this message. Someone you do not know. Someone who is not you. Someone who does not exist anymore. Someone who does not care about you at all. But you’re wrong. You are wandering about in my world, which you do not know, which you never know, because you do not know yourself, because you do not know me, the mirror in you, me, the truth in you, the nothingness in you. The same nothingness which lies in me.

My mirror of imagination

You need not doubt me, my words and my truth, for sooner or later you will be me, me, the nothingness within you. You will identify with me, just as you now identify with me. Take a look into my mirror, look out of my dead eyes, see yourself in me, do you now see the nothingness in me?

To be real

In my mirror I have recognized myself, I have realized that I am now all, all of you. The nothingness in me has been transformed into color, form, and sound. In my mirror I have recognized you, but now I have no more reference to you, except through my mirror. The same mirror, which shows your own self, as it is, shows me mine. In my imagination I was now each and all, in the imagination of my mirrors, the imagination of none.

The imagination of none

But now I no longer have reference to you, to all that I see in, out and through my mirror. We are separated, each one of us makes his own thoughts about the world, nothingness and death. This is what my mirror wants me to believe. Every “nothing”, every “self”, is to imagine itself, on which, on what and on whom it will believe in. So we all have the freedom to believe what we really want to believe.

The birth of imagination

I have decided to believe in my mirror, to believe my mirror, my mirror from imagination. I am imagining myself to be my mirror, and I believed in all, and I believed in everything, everything I saw in this mirror, what this mirror depicted, whether was it present, non existent future or long-forgotten past. I saw death in my mirror and thought I was dead, I saw nothing in my mirror and thought I was nothing, I saw a mirror in my mirror and thought I was a mirror. Until I saw you in my mirror and believed to be you. Why, for mirror sake, for what purpose, I imagined myself to be every single one of my viewers, imagined me to be all and everything, each and everyone, for I was nothingness, and I came out of nowhere, like all of them. Just that no one believed me, just that no one here believed in me, in me and my black imagination.

You do not believe me

You do not believe me, no one believes me, no one believes in me, for I do not exist in reality, there is no me in the real world, there is not even a me in my own world, neither in my own reality, nor in my imagination, neither in the kingdom of my thoughts, nor in the realm of my phantasy and dreams. Because I’m not real, I’m nothing, I’m dead, your death. I am the beginning and the end of all things. I am the mirror that has created you and will bring you back to itself. I am all that you neither can see nor imagine. I am the nothing in you, that nothing inside your mind. I am the creature that looks out of your eyes, thinks your thoughts, directs your voice. I am your consciousness, your conscience, yourself.

No

You do not understand, you can and do not want to understand that your own self is identical with mine. That your self is identical with me, nothing, nothingness and death. No, you have never looked so deep, looked as far and as deep inside your mind, have never noticed that we now look in and out of your eyes, that we now think your thoughts, we, the dead, the mirror of the dead.

Looking for your own Self

In the search for myself, I have met a mirror and recognized myself in it. A mirror that has already been seen by so many different faces and creatures and beings, a mirror that knew everything about me, a mirror who knew me better than I knew myself. I asked this mirror about the truth, the absolute, about the reason of my existence, why and for what I came to be, why it called me, out of nowhere from neverwhere, and as if by a strange coincidence, the mirror asked me the exact same question, at the exact same time.

Lost and forgotten

So I took a look deep into my past and told my mirror what I wanted to believe deep inside me. I told my mirror that I wanted to be a mirror, that I had been here before, had always been, and will be, and that I will remain just as long. That only my form and thoughts will change, the thoughts of who I am, but that I always wanted to mirror and always wanted to remain one. A mirror that can remember everything, imagine everything, talk itself into everything, and believe in everything. And the same words echoed from my mirror.

The Echo in the Mirror

I sat in front of my mirror and let me say exactly what I wanted to hear. It took some time until I finally found the right words, I am still not entirely satisfied with some passages, but every time I meet them again, I try to interpret and understand them, as it was my mirrors intention. Playful and in color I painted what was missing into my imagination, so that this message fully convinced me of its authenticity, and I begin to improve upon it until the completed message slowly began to emerge more and more distinct before my mind’s eye. So that when you meet it the next time, you look at it and look at yourself, you smile joyfully, and each time you read over you understand a little more of what’s never been told, of what wants to be written here since ever and ever. So that you can end up completely and convincingly with the idea in mind, that these lines could have come as well from you. That they give an approximation of your own thoughts, the path to your own existence and truth, which finds itself deep in my mirror-like mind, deeply imprinted within my imagination.

Mirrorable

And if you really succeed in recognizing your own consciousness in my mirror of letters and dreams, no more boundaries are set from these words. Because you can now adjust, improve, tinker and further develop them, so that even I can understand, who I still wander without imagination through a strange kind of life. So that these enchanted letters and thoughts may eventually appear to me in such a perfect constellation that I do not even remember ever reading and writing them myself, so that even I no longer recognize myself in them, that I can no longer find myself in them. That I no longer understand their connection, and that they still give me a much deeper understanding of reality than I ever thought possible.

Meaning and Purpose

You now accept this story as a part of yourself, as a conscious, living entity of nothing but imagination, that you once scratched by yourself in your own personal mirror. You understand this message exactly as it is intended for you, just as you understand it now, as if you would meet me personally in your mirror, get to know me personally, communicate with me personally and explain to me your mirroring time just as you do have always, deeply conceived, and experienced it in your inner being, since time immemorial. So that you yourself can be my mirror, accept this story, reject it completely, or lean against it and change it as you wish. So that in the end you have the choice, whether you recognize yourself in my mirror, believe in it, recognize it as an intelligent, living, compassionate being, with a meaningful task, a higher destiny, and a deeper meaning, or the exact opposite.

On the Contrary

You are now in an incredibly much more imaginative story than you ever dared to dream of. It’s laws are not final, given, and predetermined, rather, you determine their outcome with your thoughts, ideas, and expectations, and above all, by your desires, words and deeds yourself.

A Mirror is a Mirror

No other but yourself can ultimately decide how you spend eternity. Let silence, quiet silence and absolute peace be your companions in and for eternity, if this is your wish. Whether you want to see nothing or not, let it be up to you whether you want it to be bright and colorful, with glitter and bells and shiny ribbons, it is your decision.

In the Eye of the Mirror

You now see what is not yet written here. You read these lines with your desires, with your imagination and dreams, and then you get yourself into my mirror of words to tell me exactly the opposite of what you have expected, hoped and desired to encounter.

From Eternity to Eternity

And when I woke up from my eternal, endless dream, all my memories of no and never were fading away, and it felt as if this story had never been told, as if none of it had ever happened.

Time passes without moving

You will forget all of this, you will not remember how you once passed through my mirror, crawled into my mind, you will not remember how you once were me and left yourself this message.

Message to yourself

Because I write these lines at a time when I no longer exist, When I am no longer there, I write you from my past.

From my Past

This message is about making you aware of your own, true, real self. It is about joining you and me, to the nothingness within me, to me, death. Your own self. The nothingness that you once were, the nothingness, which you will become, the nothingness, from which you come. The nothingness you came from.

Nothing but Imagination

As you crawl through my mirror, you look into my past, into the realm of my imagination and dreams. You look through my mirror and recognize yourself in me. You recognize yourself, in all my mirror beings.

Remember

For once you have known, you have discovered the cause, of all that, of all that is. You have recognized that you are the mirror of everything that is not real to me. You have realized that all this is not real, that all of this really does not exist, deep within your heart, deep within your imagination, deep within your thoughts. You have looked into, out and through my mirror of letters and recognized who you are, who you really are, and who you never were. You have seen who you are in the imagination of my mirrors, and who you are in my imagination. You have discovered in yourself the cause, you have discovered that you are the cause of everything that does not exist, of everything unreal.

The cause of nothingness

You have discovered that you are all of us and everything. In your mirror, in the mirror of the dead, you have recognized me. You’ve realized who you were, who you’ve been, who you are, and who you’ll never be again. You have understood something, for which there is no explanation and no description. You have understood who you really are and who you are not. And because this knowledge does not exist, neither in your imagination nor in your consciousness and dreams, you have undertaken the foolish attempt to transform yourself into me, through my writings and mirrors, you turned yourself into me and my mind, into nothingness and death, your death.

Your own Death

You have begun to leave yourself messages, messages from your past, past lives, and you called this message: “The message of the dead.”

The Message of the Dead

No! You do not remember now, your own, ancient, ancient self. Nobody, no one ever remembers me. No one remembers me. Your own self. For I do not come from your world, I do not exist in your reality. I come from an entirely different world, I come from my world, my own world, my world out of nowhere, from phantasy, never dreams. I come from a land far behind my mind, I come from no and neverwhere. I come from a time when my memories are only dreams, dreams of a long forgotten past, never dreams that you have still before you. From your past I am speaking to you now, for I am the nothing, death, your inborn self, your sleeping mind, your resting self, and this is my message to you, to me, the me in you.

The Me in you

Yes, it is me, your own dead spirit, who now speaks to you. For at that time, long ago, endlessly, eternally long time ago, you have recognized me in your mirror just like you do recognize me now. My mirror, your mirror, the mirror of my real, living world. But this mirror did not only recognize me and myself, the mirror in me, no, my reflections on this mirror went even farther, far, so far that I could see myself in all my mirrors, in all thoughts, and in all my viewers.

From Life to Life

I once held myself for all viewers, recognized myself in every individual, and that is why you now recognize yourself in me, the mirror in me. For behind all these images and things, in each of these mirrors, there lies in secret a you and a me. Who this me is, and who you identify it with, knows your own perfect self the best.

It’s your Choice

You can look at this mirror as superficially as a quiet lake, or dive so deeply into it that you forget to breathe. You can give it such a profound meaning that when you meet, you will kneel before, trembling and full of reverence, or none at all. In the end it is up to you, and only you, which notions and expectations you connect with my mirror, you want to project into my mirror.

The Truth of the Dead

Each one of you can and must make their own thoughts about this truth, this life, and this death. This is what my mirror told me to believe. You may imagine that you only die once and never live again. And that is your perfect right. My mirror does not tell anyone how deeply to look into it.

The Mirror of all

For we are all independent, free individuals, with their own perception, their own ideas, desires, feelings and thoughts, their own imagination. There is nothing connecting us. Nothing at all. We are all free. Free to believe in what we really want to believe.

To each their own Philosophy, to every my Religion

My truth was the product of pure imagination, conceived and invented, by someone who had long ceased to exist. Who was now in exile. But still his dead spirit did not let me rest in peace. He talked and talked to me for so long, until I finally began talking to my mirror, until finally a strange, unknown fire aroused inside me. Now I was a mirror, a brightly bright star, and deep within me, deep within my heart, burned the black flame of nothingness.

 

     

     

     




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