Gephyrophillia | Watch This Space #162

Originally Posted onn 01/07/2008 by Jeff Harris

I've had an eye on this world for as long as I can remember, but I've only been chronicling it online for about a decade.

At first, I created a revolution.

The revolution basically introduced a concept on an unsuspecting world. It was something different and something needed at the same time. This revolution, which began in a city but was reborn in a bigger, better zone, brought together like-minded individuals with fans and, surprisingly, creators. The individuals spread throughout this world and, to their surprise, helped create an image, a defined vision of what the world should be like. We got the attention of those in power, inspiring and guiding them to mold this vision of the world to our whims.

At the dawn of the new millennium, common sense died and those in power felt the need to ignore those that helped them get into power, namely us revolutionaries. If they didn't ignore us, they basically used us to further themselves to higher positions. It was time to break our link to the powerful and rebuild a link to the people. A bridge that would take people in many directions, some they liked, others they didn't know about.

That was the first awakening, and that was the time the truth had to be told. More and more people heard this truth which demonized some and opened the eyes of many. Of course, the truth is always something people are uncomfortable with. I'm not always comfortable with it myself, but it has to be told. And some truths I kept denying, partially out of the fact that even though I've exposed it, people would continue on their destructive paths. Mission statements became null and void. Spirits were no longer present. The Almighty Dollar mattered more than the viewers and fans, and those in power became demographic addicts, even going as far as selling a precious asset to a competitor that embodies the Beast that some see as a savior rather than what it truly is. The Beast is a destructive force, claiming to be an entity for kids, but in reality, more interested in creating cash-in fads rather than durable brands. The Beast's spirit is present in those in power. The Beast has been around since the days of coonskin caps and mouse hats and began to ferment a new generation by living in bliss, and enjoying high school way longer than they should have. Two schools by the side of the bay are one too many, and I don't have to break out into a song to say that.

Bugs Bunny isn't dead, but his absence from the airwaves is troubling to say the least.

At this point, I grew frustrated to the point of actually leaving everything I created behind me and just walk away. I grew tired of fighting the Beast. I was tired of the idiocity around me. I was tired of not being heard or, at least for selfish reasons, not feeling wanted around here anymore. I fought hard and strong, but it seemed like I hadn't even made a dent. I got tired, and I needed a break.

So, I rested.

And dreamed.

I dreamed of a world where the truth was hidden, and those that chose to expose the truth were seen as rebels. I dreamed of another world where a pair of brothers travelled many roads to discover their strengths, their powers, and themselves. I dreamed of a reluctant individual with the power to create change in the order of the universe. Then, I saw a cat, a rat, and a duck, each with unique personalities, each with their own insecurities, and each unafraid of what they're facing.

I enjoyed these worlds and wanted to talk about them, but I couldn't wake up. I saw a familiar face walking around the ruins of a legacy wondering exactly what went wrong. I saw the face of the ones responsible for the destruction of an institution. I saw things that could have and should have been and things rebuilt again. I saw things that are indescribable at this time but certainly surprised me.

And I saw the face of the Unseen Behemoth.

It was something I thought was gone forever, but I recognized him. He changed and matured, yet, was still angry and ready to fight the Beast. The Behemoth was armed and ready to attack. Then, I noticed something. It wasn't a window I was looking through.

It was a mirror. The Unseen Behemoth is me. The Unseen Behemoth is the spirit that guided the creation of the CNX/The X Bridge ten years ago this year.

I woke up.

It's 2008. Ten years ago this July, I introduced myself online. I launched The X Bridge. Change is coming, and a revolutionary spirit is back within these walls. I'm ready to fight. It's a new year.

*begin transmission*

Jeff Harris,
The X Bridge Creator/Webmaster
January 7, 2008