Help Write the Story of X or the Fly’s Birthday

September 1997
by X

Again, I feel the limpness of my body as I feel myself slipping into a semi-conscious state. No! I can’t sleep! I remember one thing, that everytime I sleep I wake up in a different place, looking down into a different body, sometimes male and sometimes female. Always human. Always here, always now. Never knowing where or who or when, just waking and going with whatever is in front of me now. Like an actor, I watch, analyze the situation and become what I must to survive. I am not sleeping, have I learned a secret to my own survival? Can I rest deeply and maintain consciousness and still be mentally alert? Is this the meditation technique of the sages? How do I remember this? Is this a memory or an innate tendency of the human mind? Did our ancestors survive because of this skill? Have I reached a level of consciousness unknown to humans?