The Maddish Scientist part two: Journey to the inner mind

I received a letter yesterday, to be honest, it freaked me out a bit. I woke up and there, on my desk ,was a gray envelope containing the message below. The REALLY freaky thing about this message was how well it related to my previous post. The first post was just something I made up or at least something I thought I had made up... I didn't even know where I was going with it before this letter showed up.

Just read the letter...

Mad scientist log 16 July 2009,

After decades of toiling, I’ve finally completed my miracle solution. Its properties are unique and quite astounding. Years of sourcing rare ingredients, traveling, failed attempts and pioneering alchemical techniques have finally paid off. The solutions secret ingredients and preparation techniques will go with me to the grave. For in the wrong hands, it can be used to devastating effect. I must safeguard it for the sake of humanity (well, not really but it makes me feel more important when I say it like that). Also, I’ve worked bloody hard on it, why should I share… surely a mad scientist is entitled to hone a sliver of selfishness.

You see ever since I was a child I’ve been ridiculed “look here comes that demented boy, lets throw overripe figs at him…” the other kids would say. They constantly mocked me, belittled me and made me ashamed of myself. I wouldn’t respond to their abuse, would you if it was just you and a tuna sandwich against a group of 13 year old boys with beards?

In any case, one fateful school day we all had to stand in the front of the class and give a 5 minute talk on what we wanted to become when we grew up. Each child went to the front and stuttered their way through a badly rehearsed speech on becoming a doctor, lawyer, teacher or some such rot… I, on the other hand, presented the vision of my future as a great interviewer. I would meet, talk to and question some of the most talented and famous humans alive. I would have my own studio and audience. My show would be broadcast to the world!!!

To my dismay, my talk was received by the class in the same manner I was. They pointed, sniggered and even openly laughed at me (even Mr Brandt, the teacher, visibly struggled to contain him self). Were these goons bent on destroying my self confidence and utterly ruining my dreams? It was at that point that something inside of me snapped.

The passive, emotionless, rotten fig covered boy with tuna breath would never be the same…

From that day on, my brow was riveted into a permanent frown. My eyes peered through shrunken narrow slits under the weight of my temple, the load of my anger, the burden of my emotion and the determination to prove THEM wrong. I shunned the light, stayed away from social interactions with others and longed for the activities of the day to end so I could return to my quarters wherein I could continue the relentless pursuit of my goal.

This solution is the key. It will grant me access to the inner mind. A different dimension if you must. The inner mind is that neglected part of the human brain that perceives the world differently to the easily controlled and manipulated outer mind. The workings of the inner mind are sometimes perceived when people act on instinct to make a split second decision, have recollections of things that never happened and is quite possibly even related to this women’s intuition I’ve heard about.

In any case the inner mind tends to be subdued and passive in most humans. People who deny its existence and actively restrain their inner minds suffer subconscious inner mind attacks or SIMAs as I like to call them. Simas are perceived by the average human as a nightmare. Instead of acknowledging and nourishing their inner mind after a Sima, an ignorant person would simply shrug it off, have a cup of tea and go back to bed.

So back to the topic. Inner minds, contrary to their name, are not contained within ones head. When a person is asleep, their inner mind is uncaged and allowed to roam in a dimension I call the “inner mind dimension” or IMD (that’s the best I could do I’m afraid). Rules are different in the IMD, Newtons laws don’t even apply. It is altogether, a very easy to manipulate environment (although some prior knowledge of the dimension does help one to take advantage of this).

With practice, I should be able to use my solution to roam the IMD with my outer mind! The physical world rejected me and stopped me from achieving my lifelong goals. Now I can escape. I’m free to live my life and pursue my goals in the IMD. As for my communication with the physical world, I will do my best to enlighten people willing to learn about the IMD and become aware of their own neglected minds.

Baby steps… they will come.

I have decided to relay my adventures in the IMD to a single mystery man who tells me that he will spread the word in his own way. I don’t understand him or the way he works, all I know is that I can trust him (his inner mind told me so).

The Maddish Scientist: Prologue to EEbEE's arbitrary interviews

It’s 1:15am on a dark stormy night. The entire town is asleep or at least hiding under the sheets. Only one soul stirs, a young bald man in his mid twenties. He dons a frayed and tattered lab-coat. What is this man up to? Why is he up so late? Why has he chosen the tallest, darkest, most isolated tower of the old Kasteel to conduct his late night affairs?

This scene is so stereotypical. Surely this individual is a mad scientist (or maddish at least) working on some crazy and despicable invention. Something everyone wants to know about, it has a 95% chance of being pure EVIL! Hopefully we will be enlightened before the end of this post. Hopefully we will not have to pursue the maddish scientist through the streets with pitchforks…

Lightning crashes in the distance. A flash through the window gives a brief look at what the maddish scientist is doing. A concoction is carefully being brewed over a Bunsen burner. Ingredients lay strewn across the old pock-marked and chemically eroded wooden table. The only easily identifiable objects on the table are a half eaten Niki bar ® and a nearly empty bottle of milk. All other vessels contain various coloured powders and solutions. In fact, were it not for the setting, we may have assumed that the maddish scientist was an untidy chef preparing a midnight snack…an EVIL midnight snack (raisin, liver and cabbage pudding or something).

As we draw closer we can hear music in the background. The tune is instantly recognizable as Petrovich Mussorgsky’s “Night on the Bare Mountain”.

(here's where you have to press play and read on. It's not a "watch me" video, more a "hear me" one)

The Maddish scientist’s movements seem to be in time with the violent and powerful tones and themes exuded by the music. Occasionally he stops dead and looks nervously towards the ancient doorway or window half expecting a knock or a spying pair of eyes. Reassured that he is working in secrecy he turns back to the task of adding miniscule amounts of ingredients to the concoction upon the burner. Constantly muttering to himself, we come closer to hear what he is saying.

“rubarubabaglacktysweetness… a bit more chocolate for taste …grumblegrumblegrumble …just a bit more… almost there …rhubarhubarhuba..”

He smirks before turning the Bunsen burner off and carefully removes the concoction from the stand with a pair of oversized tongs. Off and onto the untidy mess of a table are flung the soiled pair of rubber gloves and his lab coat. Our maddish scientist makes his way over to the window and looks out at the rain, the unusually large drops relentlessly pound away at the panes.

One minute passes and he stands there…

Two minutes go by, yet still, there he remains…

Five minutes and he begins to show visible signs of impatience while glancing up toward the heavens.

Finally, a flash of lightning followed by the violent rumble of thunder. This is what he has been waiting for. The maddish scientist throws his arms into the air and starts laughing. A more contorted, high pitched and unsettling sound, the ears of an average man are unlikely to ever behold. There is no doubt that a child unfortunate enough to hear him would ever return to peaceful slumber and cotton candy forests in…Muffinland. He goes on for some time, his sinewy neck strains to contain the energy bursting from his lungs and throat. Every muscle quakes with the force and one might even guess that the violent outburst of otherworldly, manic laughter coming from this man is inflicting an immense amount of pain on his feeble underutilized muscles.

All of a sudden he stops laughing and folds over, exhausted, into an untidy heap on the floor. His arms are wound tightly around his gut and his knees bend up toward his sagging forehead till they make gentle contact.

The maddish scientist sleeps…

A beaker of brown frothy liquid cools as the storm passes over.

What has he prepared?

What does the liquid do?

Will he be pursued by agree mobs as a result of the brew?

Alas, we have no way of telling. We must wait and see what the maddish scientist has in store for us when he awakes from slumber.

(sorry. I had to end it here. The post was already over my word limit)