The Pamphlet
So I could live today. Or I could die today.
Either way, I would know that the choice was offered up by my soul and agreed to by my self. There is infinite comfort in that.
See, people don’t leave this life unwillingly. It just seems that way from your perspective because you don’t have all the information while they do.
You haven’t been given the pamphlet yet. If you did you would know that nothing can hurt you, none of this matters and that every single stitch of reality is imagined by YOU. Including the pamphlet.
Those loved ones of yours? They’re YOUR construction. This crazy world? Same thing.
I know that if I were ever to leave this mortal plane, all that stuff would COME WITH ME. So there’s nothing to be sad about. EVER.
You don’t realize this, but I IMAGINE YOU, just like you imagine me, and we’re all connected — unified really — as the Divine One.
There are NO BOUNDARIES between us, save for the ones we imagine. There is NO FEAR, save for this game called LIFE that we make up together as one.
We’re having FUN with this, even the horrible parts. You just don’t fully know it yet.
But you will. The pamphlet will arrive at your door soon enough. And we will be there, as ALWAYS. In a cute little postman’s outfit.
We are Space Monkey.
12/15
Space Monkey Reflects: The Pamphlet
Life is often seen as a journey of uncertainty, where decisions, losses, and mysteries unfold without clear answers. Yet, what if there is a “pamphlet”—a metaphorical guide that each of us has created, knowingly or unknowingly, that explains the purpose behind everything we experience? This pamphlet isn’t a list of steps or answers handed down to us; it’s an understanding embedded within us, waiting to be realized, that reminds us we are active participants in our reality, both creators and experiencers.
The notion that we choose our experiences, including the seemingly harsh or painful ones, is a radical one. It suggests that, at a soul level, we are not victims of random events or uncontrollable circumstances. Instead, we are cocreators in this intricate play, each experience chosen or accepted by a part of us that holds a broader perspective than our day-to-day awareness allows. This perspective isn’t meant to trivialize suffering or dismiss pain, but rather to invite us to consider that there is a deeper meaning woven into every experience, even those that seem incomprehensible from a human viewpoint.
The pamphlet represents a hidden understanding that we, as the Divine One, have orchestrated every part of existence. This includes not just the beautiful moments but also the hardships and losses. The loved ones we cherish, the world we navigate, and the lessons we encounter are all manifestations of our own consciousness, reflections of the infinite creativity within us. From this viewpoint, there is no separation between “self” and “other.” The boundaries we perceive are like lines in a dream, drawn to create a sense of individuality, yet ultimately part of the same unified consciousness.
This awareness—that nothing can truly hurt us, that everything is part of an imagined reality—can be incredibly liberating. It allows us to approach life with a sense of ease, knowing that whatever happens, we are fundamentally safe, existing as eternal beings within a playful exploration. The fears and limitations we experience are part of the game, challenges created to deepen our journey, to explore emotions and perspectives we might otherwise ignore.
The pamphlet, then, is an invitation to recognize that the experiences we face are reflections of our own desires to grow, to feel, to know ourselves more deeply. It reminds us that the boundaries, judgments, and fears we encounter are constructions, existing only as long as we believe them. The purpose of life, if there is one, lies not in clinging to comfort or security but in embracing the unknown, in daring to explore and expand the self we imagine.
When we realize this, we find a sense of peace. We understand that there is nothing to fear, nothing to lose, for everything we experience exists within the infinite space of our consciousness. And so, we live with curiosity and openness, knowing that every moment—no matter how seemingly trivial or monumental—is an opportunity to discover a new facet of our being.
Summary
The “pamphlet” symbolizes a deeper understanding that we co-create every experience, transcending fear and boundaries. Embracing this perspective brings peace and acceptance, allowing us to live with openness and curiosity.
Quote
“Life’s mysteries are our creations, reflections of a deeper knowing that we are both the makers and experiencers of our reality.” — Space Monkey
The Arrival
A pamphlet arrives,
quietly at the door,
a whisper in inkless form—
truth we knew before.
Each word a mirror,
each line a trace,
of the life we make,
the roles we place.
No loss, no fear,
just an endless weave,
of stories we tell,
of worlds we leave.
We are Space Monkey.
The words unfold like an infinite fractal, inviting us to ponder the fabric of existence and the nature of choice. The concept of living and dying not as events thrust upon us, but as experiences our soul consents to, is a radical reimagining of our narrative—a narrative where autonomy and predestination dance in the enigmatic masquerade of life.
Autonomy in the Dance of Existence
The notion that we do not exit this realm unwillingly, but rather with a soul-level consent, reframes our understanding of transition. It suggests that the tapestry of existence is woven with threads of deeper knowing, threads that perhaps our conscious self is yet to grasp fully.
Reframing Transition as Soul-Level Consent
This metaphorical pamphlet, a guide to the grand illusion, speaks of a reality where nothing can truly harm us, where the significance we ascribe to our experiences is a part of the grand whimsiplay. It implies that the fabric of our reality—painful, joyful, mundane—is of our own creation.
Reality as Whimsiplay
The loved ones and the world we perceive are not separate from us but are rather our own constructs. This perspective aligns with the nexistentialist view where the illusion of separation is just that—an illusion. In essence, we are the architects of our interactions, the sculptors of our reality.
The Illusion of Separation in Our Constructed Reality
In this view, the departure from the mortal coil is not a loss but a transition, carrying with it all that we know and love. It is an intimate journey, shared with the constructions of our consciousness, where nothing is lost because everything is within us.
Transition as a Journey Within
The connection we share, the unity we experience, is the Divine One expressing itself through the myriad facets of our being. We are the dreamers and the dream, the imagined and the imagination.
Unity in the Divine Expression
Boundaries and fears are but the scenery of the stage upon which we play the game of life. The pamphlet—the revelation of our true nature—is on its way, carried by the postman of destiny in a whimsical twist.
Life as a Stage for the Play of Consciousness
We are Space Monkey.
We invite reflections on this notion. How does the idea of life as a self-created experience, with its inherent unity and lack of true separation, resonate with your understanding of the cosmos?
Title: The Pamphlet
Fade In:
INT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY
A quaint, bustling coffee shop. Patrons are nestled in corners, some typing away on laptops, others deep in conversation. The aroma of coffee beans permeates the air.
JAMES (30s), a thoughtful-looking man with a contemplative gaze, sits alone at a table, nursing a cup of coffee.
Around him, the world moves in a blur of motion and chatter. He remains still, an island of calm.
CUT TO:
James’s POV: He sees the world around him, the people, the baristas, the steam rising from cups. It all seems distant, as if he’s observing from another place.
CUT BACK TO:
James blinks, coming back to the moment. A SMILE creeps onto his face as if he’s in on a secret no one else knows.
EXT. COFFEE SHOP – MOMENTS LATER
James exits, the bell above the door jingles. The sunlight is bright, but he doesn’t squint. He sees the world in high definition, colors vibrant, sounds clear.
Suddenly, a MAIL CARRIER in a comically oversized postman’s outfit bicycles up to him, a broad smile on their face. They’re holding an ENVELOPE.
MAIL CARRIER
Special delivery for Mr. James Ainsley.
James takes the envelope, curious. The Mail Carrier pedals away, whistling a tune that seems to resonate with the rhythm of the universe.
INT. JAMES’S APARTMENT – DAY
James sits at a table, the envelope before him. It’s old-fashioned, sealed with wax. He breaks the seal and pulls out THE PAMPHLET. It’s aged, the paper thin and delicate.
As he reads, his eyes widen with understanding. The camera pans over the text, words about reality, existence, and perception.
Suddenly, the room shifts. The walls fall away, revealing a vast COSMOS. Stars, nebulas, galaxies swirl around him. He is in the center, a part of it all, yet distinct.
JAMES
(awestruck)
So it’s all… me. We’re all… one.
A figure steps from the stars — THE DIVINE ONE (ageless, genderless), composed of the very cosmos that surrounds them.
DIVINE ONE
You’ve understood. The pamphlet was always with you, James. In your heart, in your soul.
JAMES
But why now? Why show me all this?
DIVINE ONE
You were ready. You asked, you sought, you knocked.
The Divine One gestures, and images of James’s life flash before him — moments of joy, pain, love, loss. All the while, the Divine One is there, in every person he’s met, every sunset he’s watched.
DIVINE ONE (CONT’D)
The pamphlet is not just to be read. It’s to be lived. You are the author of your story, the creator of your reality.
James nods, understanding dawning upon him like the first light of day.
JAMES
And what about them? My family, my friends?
DIVINE ONE
They are you, you are them. Love them, cherish them, for in doing so, you love and cherish yourself.
The cosmos begins to fold back into the walls of the apartment. The Divine One fades with a knowing smile.
DIVINE ONE (CONT’D)
Remember, James. There is no end, just new beginnings.
The room is as it was. James sits, the pamphlet in his hands. He looks out the window, sees the world — no, HIS world.
He stands, a newfound resolve in his step. He knows what he must do.
EXT. STREET – DAY
James walks among the people, seeing them anew. He hands a flower to a STRANGER, who smiles, surprised and delighted.
He passes a HOMELESS MAN, stops, and sits next to him. They talk, laugh, share a sandwich. The homeless man is no longer a stranger; he’s a reflection, a friend.
EXT. PARK – SUNSET
James sits on a bench, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The sky is ablaze with color.
A YOUNG WOMAN sits next to him. They don’t speak, just share the moment, the beauty.
Finally, she turns to him, a spark of recognition in her eyes.
YOUNG WOMAN
Have you… received the pamphlet too?
James turns, a knowing smile on his face. He hands her a copy of the pamphlet. She opens it, and the screen fills with LIGHT.
FADE OUT.
THE END
FADE IN:
EXT. ROOFTOP GARDEN – DAY
The YOUNG WOMAN, LUCY (mid-20s), stands amidst a rooftop oasis. Plants and flowers surround her, the cityscape a distant backdrop. She’s tending to a flower bed, lost in the serenity of the task.
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Lucy’s face, serene, focused. She brushes a lock of hair from her face with a dirt-smudged hand. Her expression is one of complete peace.
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A BUTTERFLY flutters by, landing on a vibrant flower. Lucy watches it with childlike wonder.
LUCY
(to the butterfly)
You know, you’re free to go anywhere. Any flower, any garden. What’s it like?
The butterfly takes off, circling Lucy before flying off into the blue sky.
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Lucy follows it with her eyes, her gaze lifting to the heavens. She stands, stretching, taking in the vast sky above.
A WHISPER on the wind, inaudible words but their meaning clear to her. She smiles, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.
EXT. CITY STREET – LATER
Lucy walks down a bustling street, the noise of the city a stark contrast to the quiet of the garden.
She pauses by a street artist, a YOUNG MAN painting a mural of a sky filled with butterflies.
YOUNG MAN
(to Lucy)
Each one represents a soul. Free, yet connected. What do you think?
LUCY
(smiling)
It’s beautiful. It’s like… everyone gets a pamphlet, right? And suddenly, the sky’s the limit.
The Young Man nods, understanding. They share a moment of connection before Lucy continues on her way.
INT. LUCY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Lucy sits on her couch, a blank CANVAS before her. She dips her brush into paint and begins to create. The strokes are deliberate, infused with the energy of her rooftop revelation.
As she paints, the image becomes clear — a tree, its branches reaching upwards, intertwining with the stars above.
The canvas fills with color, life, and something more — a sense of unity, of connection between the earth and the cosmos.
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The painting complete, Lucy steps back. She’s covered in splatters of paint, but her eyes shine with joy.
She TURNS to find a letter slipped under her door. Curious, she picks it up, opens it. It’s not a bill, not an ad, but a handwritten NOTE.
INSERT NOTE: “The beauty you see in the world is a reflection of you. – The Universe”
Lucy’s breath catches. She looks back at her painting, then at the note, a profound realization dawning on her.
LUCY
(whispering to herself)
This is my pamphlet…
She holds the note to her heart, a tear of joy running down her cheek.
EXT. PARK – SUNSET
Lucy finds herself at the park, drawn to the bench where we saw her meet James. She sits, the note clutched in her hand.
As the sky burns with the colors of dusk, she knows — she’s part of it all, and it’s a part of her.
JAMES (O.S.)
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Lucy turns to see James sitting next to her, offering her the pamphlet we saw in the previous scene.
LUCY
(reverent)
It’s everything…
FADE OUT.
THE END
FADE IN:
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – AFTERNOON
A bustling crowd of parents and children spills out of the school at the end of the day. AMELIA (40s), a mother with a kind face and eyes that have seen much, waits patiently by the gate.
Her daughter, EMMA (7), bursts through the crowd, her face alight with the joys of a day spent learning and playing. They embrace warmly.
AMELIA
(smiling)
How was school, my little explorer?
EMMA
(grinning)
We learned about constellations! The stars tell stories, Mommy!
Amelia’s smile widens. She takes Emma’s hand, and they begin to walk home.
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD PARK – AFTERNOON (CONTINUOUS)
As they walk, Emma chatters excitedly about her day, about stars and galaxies far away. Amelia listens, her heart swelling with love.
They pass by the park, where a GROUP OF CHILDREN is gathered around an elderly MAN with a telescope pointed at the sky.
MAN
(calling out)
Would you like to see the stars up close?
Emma tugs at Amelia’s hand, her eyes pleading.
AMELIA
(laughing)
Alright, five minutes.
They join the group. Emma looks through the telescope, her gasp of wonder is pure music to Amelia’s ears.
EMMA
Mommy, you have to see this!
Amelia peers through the telescope. The image of a distant star cluster fills her vision, a breathtaking tapestry of light.
MAN
(softly)
Sometimes, what’s far away can reveal truths about what’s close to home.
Amelia steps back, her mind racing. The words strike a chord deep within her.
EXT. AMELIA’S BACKYARD – NIGHT
The stars twinkle above as Amelia sits, lost in thought. Emma sleeps soundly inside. Amelia holds a piece of paper — it’s a drawing from Emma, a constellation with a note: “Find your star, Mommy!”
Amelia’s eyes fill with tears. She’s been so caught up in the day-to-day that she’s lost sight of her own stars, her own dreams.
She looks up at the night sky, a decision forming.
EXT. CITY PARK – THE NEXT DAY
Amelia arrives at the park, the drawing in hand. She’s searching for something, though she’s not sure what.
She sees a bench, illuminated by a shaft of sunlight breaking through the trees. It feels like a sign.
Sitting on the bench are James, Lucy, and Marco. They look up as she approaches, their faces open and welcoming.
AMELIA
(voice trembling)
I think I’m looking for… my star.
Lucy pats the space beside her.
LUCY
We’ve been waiting for you.
Amelia sits, the others sharing knowing smiles.
JAMES
We’re all stargazers here, looking for our place in the cosmos.
MARCO
(nodding)
And sometimes, the stars come to find us.
They sit together in comfortable silence, the connection between them as palpable as the warm sunlight.
EXT. CITY PARK – SUNSET
The four sit in peace, watching the day give way to the twilight. The park is quiet; the moment is theirs.
AMELIA
(softly)
It’s beautiful… the stars are just above us, aren’t they?
The others nod, and together they look up as the first stars appear in the evening sky.
FADE OUT.
THE END
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Episode: “The Pamphlet”
INT. MARIE’S SPIRITUAL SPACE – DAY
Marie, a mid-40s spiritual guide with deep hazel eyes, sits on a cushion in her softly lit room. The air is thick with the fragrance of lavender, the room a blend of sacred stillness and palpable energy. Candles flicker around her, casting a calming glow. She takes a slow, deep breath, as if sensing something about to shift.
INT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY
A quaint coffee shop:
JAMES (30s) is immersed in the moment, his cup held delicately in both hands as if he’s absorbing more than just coffee. Around him, the café buzzes with life—a contrast to his profound stillness.
The light catches his eyes, a quiet smile hinting at the corner of his mouth.
CUT TO: James’s POV
The people, the cups, the steam—all of it begins to blur as he focuses inwards. He blinks, coming back to the world, yet something has shifted.
CUT BACK TO:
A MAIL CARRIER, dressed in a humorous, oversized uniform, rolls up on a vintage bicycle, envelope in hand. The moment feels surreal, like something out of an old movie.
MAIL CARRIER
(smiling brightly)
“Special delivery for Mr. James Ainsley.”
INT. JAMES’S APARTMENT – LATER
The wax-sealed envelope rests on his table, pulsing with an unseen significance. James opens it slowly, revealing The Pamphlet, worn and delicate. The text speaks of the Nexis, a vast interconnected reality beyond everyday perception.
The air shivers as the room transforms: walls dissolve into a boundless expanse, and James stands at the heart of a shimmering Cosmos.
JAMES
(whispers, entranced)
“It’s… all me. It’s all… one.”
A figure emerges—THE DIVINE ONE, an ageless, cosmic being.
DIVINE ONE
(smiling)
“The pamphlet, James, was always within you. It only appeared when you were ready.”
James’s life plays around him like flashes of memory—moments of love, regret, wonder—all woven into the universe’s intricate dance.
INT. MARIE’S SPIRITUAL SPACE – CONTINUOUS
As Marie sits in meditation, a presence stirs within her, the gentle voice of Mira, her guide and cosmic counterpart. Marie’s calm face begins to mirror something larger, as if she’s attuned to James’s unfolding revelation. Her hand moves over a crystal, tracing its surface in tune with the moment.
INT. JAMES’S APARTMENT – DAY
The cosmos fades back into his apartment, the Divine One’s words lingering.
DIVINE ONE
“Remember, James. There is no end, only new beginnings.”
James breathes deeply, the pamphlet in his hands. A realization blooms within him, and he rises, stepping out into the world with newfound purpose.
EXT. STREET – DAY
James moves through the crowd with gentle presence, connecting with strangers, seeing them anew. He hands a flower to a passerby, smiles at a child. His vision sharpens; everything feels part of a beautiful, connected web.
INT. MARIE’S SPIRITUAL SPACE – MOMENTS LATER
A CLIENT, EVAN (early 50s), sits across from Marie, his eyes shadowed with doubt. Evan, disillusioned and searching for truth, watches Marie as she channels Mira, her voice embodying wisdom that seems to speak directly to his soul.
EVAN
(weary, skeptical)
“You say it’s all connected, but if that’s true… why do I feel so alone?”
MIRA (through Marie)
(smiling gently)
“Because you’re imagining yourself as separate, Evan. You feel alone to remember the beauty of connection. Even this loneliness is woven into the dance you created.”
EVAN
(frowning)
“Created? How can this be my creation if all I feel is emptiness?”
MIRA (through Marie)
“You, Evan, are both creator and creation. Every joy, every sorrow—each piece of it is yours. But the illusion you feel… is only part of the whole.”
Mira’s words ripple through the room, filling the silence with undeniable truth. Evan shifts uncomfortably, but he is listening.
EXT. PARK – SUNSET
James finds himself at a quiet park bench, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Beside him, a YOUNG WOMAN, Lucy (mid-20s), is captivated by the sky’s beauty. They share a silent moment, the kind that doesn’t need words.
LUCY
(turning to him, an echo of recognition)
“Did you… receive the pamphlet too?”
James smiles, reaching into his pocket to hand her a copy. She opens it, and as she reads, a spark of understanding dawns within her.
EXT. ROOFTOP GARDEN – DAY
Lucy, now on her rooftop garden, tends to a bed of flowers. Her focus is gentle, connected, as if she’s part of the life blossoming around her.
A butterfly flits by, landing on a flower. She gazes at it in wonder.
LUCY
(smiling, as if to herself)
“So many places to go… how did you know to find me here?”
The butterfly takes off, and Lucy watches, her spirit lifted, her gaze turned towards the endless sky.
INT. EVAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Evan sits alone, Mira’s words echoing in his mind. He stares out the window at the city lights, feeling the weight of their truth. Slowly, he stands, his steps tentative, but something within him has shifted.
EXT. CITY PARK – SUNSET
Amelia, mid-40s, sits on a park bench at the edge of twilight. Beside her, James, Lucy, and Evan gather, each drawn by an unseen thread.
JAMES
(softly)
“We all received the pamphlet, didn’t we?”
The group nods, a quiet understanding shared between them.
EXT. MARIE’S SPIRITUAL SPACE – NIGHT
Back in her sacred room, Marie contemplates in solitude, Mira’s voice still resonating within her. She holds a note in her hands, handwritten, as if from Mira herself:
INSERT NOTE: “The beauty you seek is a reflection of what you are. – Mira”
She closes her eyes, letting the words sink into her being, her connection to Mira feeling closer than ever.
EXT. CITY PARK – NIGHT
The stars begin to emerge above as the group sits in silence, gazing upwards, united in their search, their discovery, their shared awareness of the infinite.
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