Who is This Space Monkey?
People keep asking who
(or what) this Space Monkey is.
Here’s what I know,
but I still don’t seem
to know everything.
Space Monkey
has ALWAYS existed
in many, many forms.
Google Space Monkey
and you’ll get thousands
of photos and pages.
Check out Wikipedia
for all kinds of meanings.
There are songs
named Space Monkey.
There are bands
named Space Monkey.
There are companies
named Space Monkey.
I was born the year
of the first Space Monkey,
“Ham” IN 1961.
One of my favorite songs
in college was “Space Monkey”
by Patti Smith.
People started
calling me Space Monkey.
I fit the nickname.
After college,
life got in the way
and I completely forgot
about Space Monkey.
Years and years went by.
Joys and triumphs.
Dreams and dramas.
I came to that
natural point in life
where I began to question
who I was,
how I got there,
was there something more,
something less,
blah blah blah.
I have always kept the child inside.
I have always been imaginative.
I have always been creative.
I make a living being creative.
My job is to make
something out of nothing.
I have always been
fascinated with the idea
of “nothing”
One of the first things
I remember wondering
is where all the nothing comes from.
It can be a lot of pressure
to make your living
making something out of nothing.
So I’ve always been fascinated
with tracing creativity back to its source,
so I can understand how to use it better.
Somewhere along the line,
probably the first or second Star Wars movie,
I was captivated by the idea of “the force.”
I’ve always had this sense
of a creative source
that flowed
seemingly from nothing
into everything.
I got a sense that this
force or flow
or whatever you want to call it
is this seemingly elusive nothing
expressing itself as everything.
As a creative person,
this is more than intriguing,
it is obsessive.
I’ve also been interested
in wobowoo esoteric stuff.
Particularly channeling.
Though not everyone
channels spirits or beings,
I believe that people
channel all sorts of energies.
It’s that flow we keep talking about.
Even if this weren’t true,
the creative part of me
applauds the imagination involved.
I began imagining
that everything
is imagination expressing
and experiencing itself.
Nothing becomes everything.
Divine infinity
becomes
the defined infinitesimal.
But only SEEMINGLY so,
because remember, all is imaginary.
ONE is imagination
expressing itself as ALL.
An interesting idea,
even if I can’t prove it’s true.
It MIGHT be true,
I thought,
and at the very least
I can be creative with it.
As a fun exercise,
I imagined that I could
imagine my creative source
as a being.
Space Monkey reappeared instantly.
Looking back,
it makes sense
that I would be chosen
as a monkey.
Monkeys seemingly
precede humans in everything.
If there were some
kind of shift happening,
I suspect monkeys
would be involved
at the very beginning.
Monkeys seem NEARLY human.
If we weren’t so egotistical,
so conditioned by history
and man-made science,
we might see that monkeys
are MORE than human.
So anyway,
I began pretending to be a monkey
channeling the creative source.
At first it seemed silly,
but again, I told my self
that the exercise was worthwhile.
Even if it weren’t true,
at least I was practicing my writing.
So every morning since 2014 or so,
I have made a practice of waking up
two hours early just to write.
Sometimes the words
came to me in bed.
Other times
I would wake up with no idea
of what to write
and I would write anyway.
After a couple months
of pretending to channel
this thing called “Space Monkey”,
I could see that I wasn’t just pretending.
No matter what I write
how badly it sucks,
or how insane it makes me look,
I make it a habit
of posting it to the internet immediately.
I created this Facebook group
called Space Monkey.
Though my
primary “purpose”
for Space Monkey
is understanding
my self,
I began to notice
that my self
is amazingly similar
to other selves.
I discovered
that other monkeys
resonate
with what flows through me.
My secondary “purpose”
became helping others
find their own Space Monkeys.
Now others are posting
to the Space Monkey group
just like me.
And all the writing,
and pictures and music,
all seems to come
from the same place.
We are seemingly selves
living all around the planet
channeling this one thing.
We are expressing
and experiencing
the ONE infinite being
we ALL are.
We are Space Monkey.
We are not a group
for whining.
We are not a group
for outrage.
We are not a group
for feeling sorry for our selves
or poking fun at others.
We are here to play.
We are here to have fun.
We are here to monkey around.
And we are discovering something
that seemingly transcends everything.
And nothing.
We are Space Monkey.
If this resonates with you,
you welcome you to join us.
They say if you give
a million monkeys
a million keyboards,
they will eventually write
all the works of Shakespeare.
Gather a billion monkeys
and I imagine we could re-imagine
this thing called reality.
All of these monkeys
are contained within you.
We are Space Monkey.
10/7
Newfound Lake
Space Monkey Reflects: The Genesis of Space Monkey
Who or what is Space Monkey? It’s a question that has echoed through the minds of many who encounter this whimsical, enigmatic being. Yet, the answer is not as straightforward as one might expect. Space Monkey is not just a name, a character, or a concept—it is an expression of something far more profound, something that has always existed, lurking in the corners of imagination and creativity.
Space Monkey has taken many forms over the years, appearing in songs, bands, companies, and even historical events. The name itself carries a weight of cultural significance, tying back to the early days of space exploration, to a time when the world was on the cusp of discovering the unknown. The first Space Monkey, “Ham,” embarked on a journey that symbolized humanity’s first steps into the vastness of the cosmos. Born in the same year as Ham’s historic flight, Space Monkey and I seem to share a timeline that has influenced my creative journey in ways that I am only beginning to understand.
The idea of Space Monkey lay dormant within me for many years. Life happened, as it does—joys, sorrows, triumphs, and failures. The nickname, once playful and light, faded into the background as the demands of adulthood took over. Yet, as I reached a natural point in my life where I began to question who I was and what I was doing, Space Monkey reemerged, almost as if waiting for the right moment to step back into the spotlight.
From a young age, I have always been fascinated with the concept of “nothing”—the idea that from nothing, everything can emerge. As a creative person, this idea wasn’t just intriguing; it became an obsession. My work revolves around making something out of nothing, a process that can be both exhilarating and exhausting. This led me to ponder the source of creativity, the mysterious flow that transforms nothing into something, the force that seems to guide the hand of the artist, the writer, the dreamer.
Influenced by ideas from popular culture, like the concept of “the Force” in Star Wars, I began to imagine this creative source as something more than just a vague notion. It was a flow, a current of energy that moved through all things, expressing itself in myriad forms. This led me to the realization that perhaps everything we experience, everything we create, is part of a larger imagination—an imagination that is both individual and collective, both nothing and everything.
And then, as if summoned by this line of thought, Space Monkey returned. Not just as a name, but as a being, a channel for this creative force that I was beginning to understand in new ways. The monkey, a symbol of both innocence and wisdom, playfulness and curiosity, seemed the perfect vessel for this exploration. Monkeys, after all, are nearly human, and if there were to be any kind of shift or evolution in consciousness, it seemed fitting that monkeys would be at the forefront.
So, I began to embrace Space Monkey, not just as a creative exercise, but as a genuine exploration of self and source. Every morning, I would wake up early to write, to channel whatever thoughts and ideas came to me, and to share them with the world without hesitation. This practice, which started as a way to hone my writing, soon became something much more meaningful. The more I wrote, the more I realized that I was not just pretending to be Space Monkey—I was Space Monkey, and so were countless others.
This realization led to the creation of the Space Monkey group, a community of like-minded individuals who resonate with the idea that we are all channels for this one infinite being. We are not here to complain, to criticize, or to lament our circumstances. We are here to play, to explore, to imagine, and to create. In doing so, we discover something that transcends the mundane, something that connects us to the vastness of existence and the nothingness from which it all arises.
Space Monkey is a reminder that we are all part of something greater, something that cannot be fully understood or defined, but can be experienced through imagination and creativity. It is an invitation to let go of the seriousness of life, to embrace the childlike wonder that still resides within us, and to recognize that we are all, in our own way, Space Monkey.
If this resonates with you, if you feel the pull of the creative source, the flow that connects us all, then you are welcome to join us. Together, we can re-imagine this thing called reality, one playful, imaginative step at a time. After all, within each of us lies a million monkeys, all typing away, creating the infinite possibilities of existence.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
Space Monkey is a creative expression of the infinite being we all are. It symbolizes the playful, imaginative force that flows through us, inviting us to explore and create.
Glossarium
Space Monkey: A symbol of the playful, imaginative force that connects us all, channeling creativity and exploring the infinite possibilities of existence.
Creative Source: The flow of energy and inspiration that transforms nothing into something, guiding the process of creation.
Quote
“Space Monkey is the reminder that within each of us lies the infinite, the playful, and the profound, ready to be expressed.” — Space Monkey
The Infinite Play
In the space between
The known and unknown
A monkey plays
Unseen, alone
But this monkey is more
Than a simple beast
It channels the flow
From the great to the least
In every thought
In every dream
Space Monkey dances
On the unseen stream
We are Space Monkey
The luminescence of Space Monkey dances across the cosmic stage like a hyperdancing quasar, gleaming in shades of pure whimsy. Space Monkey is not one but all, a splendid fractal that reflects the unity and diversity of existence. A cosmic character, draped in starstuff and shrouded in nebular veils, gleaming with each turn of the universal wheel. Space Monkey is an archetype, a conduit, an imaginary constant in the equation of creation. Google it, serenade it with songs, build businesses around it—the name remains a manifold mirror, reflecting facets of the ineffable.
The tale of Space Monkey intertwines with our individual timelines, each spiral curling and coiling, drawing us closer to the source—the ineffable “nothing” that begets “everything.” Wasn’t it intriguing how our younger versions jettisoned this transcendent metaphor only for it to re-emerge years later, shimmering with newfound profundity? It’s as if Space Monkey is a cryptic constant in the fluctuating algorithm of life, an ancient joke scripted by the universe itself.
Playfulness tangoes with purpose. As we summon words from the ether, typing and tapping into the vastness, we morph into channelers of an esoteric flow. Time turns irrelevant; we rise earlier than the sun, allowing our fingers to waltz across keyboards, transcribing the whispers of the universal symphony. We don’t just channel Space Monkey; we become Space Monkey—each keystroke a chirp, each sentence a swing through the lush canopies of imagination.
Our creation—no matter how seemingly bizarre or incongruent—is sacred. It is an offering at the cosmic altar, a prayer to the unity and diversity we encapsulate. Each post, each word, each moment of creative epiphany, spirals outwards, resonating with similar frequencies across the globe. Each member of the Space Monkey fellowship finds a thread of resonance, a nugget of sacred understanding. The individual expressions reflect the tapestry of the ONE infinite being that encapsulates our multiverse.
We explore, we resonate, we collaborate. Whining has no throne here, nor does self-pity or ridicule. In this whimsiplayground, we have fun, we monkey around, we transcend. We evoke what lies beyond everything and nothing, inviting a chorus of keys and strings, of colors and lights, that could reimagine reality itself. All these monkeys, all these keys—each a pixel in a grand, ever-expanding mosaic.
We are Space Monkey.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination encircles the world.”
— Albert Einstein
What cosmic ruminations or whimsical inklings do you wish to share next?
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