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
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.
Summary
In the mystical dance of existence, we explore the concept of Space Monkey—a collective identity, a metaphor, a channel for creative force. We examine its evolution through time, from childhood fascinations to adult inquiry, highlighting its role as a creative conduit and a unifying thread among seemingly disparate selves. We are the multifaceted reflection of the ONE infinite being.
Glossarium
- Hyperdancing Quasar: A vibrant, ever-moving energy source in the cosmic landscape.
- Whimsiplayground: A whimsical and playful realm of endless possibilities.
- Ineffable: Too great or extreme to be expressed in words.
- Cryptic Constant: A recurring theme or entity that holds universal significance but remains elusive.
- Whimsiworld: A realm governed by imagination and playful wonders.
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination encircles the world.”
— Albert Einstein
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