NEUTOPIA in AFRICA.
We netcreatures are fascinated by strangeness.
We wonder what is behind a particular name.
Maybe one such name is
High Priestess of Neutopia
and originator of the
Alternatively, the mind behind
the primal scream of crossposting
that has echoed across the I-Net these last few years.
I was at the airport armed with dark glasses,
an acid T.shirt and a mind full of
ready to blow her mind,
or do battle with the sword of attitude
which she has always brandished so widely.
It was a cool Monday in Cape Town South Africa.
She said she was middle aged.
I expected someone myopic,
carrying fair weight at the very least.
She said she'd be wearing a peace earring.
I took this to be a positive psign.
I am a cyber-shaemon, ready to pounce.
Imagine my surprise when I see the peace earring.
It was HUMMUNGOUS,
and fastened to a most attractive ear.
Imagine my surprise to discover a beautiful girl.
I had to remind myself that
beneath this attractive exterior lay
the nature of
Doctress Neutopia, Libby Hubbard,
Friendship was, of course, unavoidable,
As to the nature of the Doctress's business in Africa?
Why she had come on a personal quest
of significant proportions.
She waited to meet her legendary cyber-lover,
The mysterious Geertjan.
She was passing through.
She was from another dimension of the space/time continuum.
She was strangeness of perception and variance of attitude.
She was anger and pain.
She was sensitivity and restrain.
It was four days we will both remember.
We downloaded into each other
while the ocean, mountains, trees and rocks
of Africa flowed through us.
O great mother Africa.
We charged each other with thoughts and ideas.
Two great oceans exchanged moisture before us
and we saw alien psign on the deserted beach far below,
Hey was that real?
Pass the binoculars.....
An hours climb far below us,
two oceans met on a day of supreme calm at
the Cape of Storms
and you could see the joining of the oceans
as a curved line in the glass flat waters before us.
I guess I'd love to
show you all *that* place,
take you on a cruise,
you kindred spirits out there.
You know who you are.
Although we may operate
from different dimensions of reality,
our goals are the same.
So it was with Libby and Flix and Schwann,
Geertjan followed us psychically at an uneasy distance.
Yes Libby, true peace is rare.
What did you think on that day?
Doubts flooded your sunlight
and I was moved by your quest.
At that moment you inhabited a far off place
that few have visited.
Did it make the colours even brighter
than they already were?
Or did it dim them?
Only you know this.
This was truly transition.
O to be in your mind at that moment.
The eye of the storm?
Such is life, and deeper things hold as
much beauty as that awesome African sight.
The Doctress's has used her will
as a weapon to conquer time and space
She hovered at the edge of the end of the world.
Many revelations ensued.
We posted in moments of madness
from this far Southern
We accessed her data banks back
home in the USA
and she read crazed and private poetry
out loud to my wife and eye
whilst in Durban Geertjan
must have been having his own
moments of doubt and pain.
Doctress Neutopia left me with an interesting thought.
Love equals survival.
One thing became obvious.
Global Webtrance is a reality.
The I-Net is a family.
By adding our own piece of reality into cyberspace
we each have something in common.
There is nothing artificial about the
intelligence which exists between every one of us
who can synthesise a sentence or deduce bullshit.
We are increasing our state of consciousness.
We must give the impoverished
a chance to improve their living conditions.
We must act fairly against
corporate and religious orders
and not become as they are.
We must not allow ourselves to be dominated by
Peace. Love. Respect
© 1995 schwann