He awoke, eyes still closed, to a strong and persistent silence. He seemed to be standing or rather floating free in some sort of confined space, though he could sense no hint of walls. Opening his eyes yielded no enlightenment. As he came to more focus, he began to notice the faint traces of small glowing shards all about him. It was as if he was embedded
in a cold bath of tiny sharp edged particles. Though he could not see them directly, he was becoming increasingly aware of their presence. What was this and where was he? Searching his dream soaked mind, he found that no memories or points of reference could be found. Panic gripped him rudely as his drifting thoughts sought logic in vain.
Lost and disoriented his mind found comfort some in the new study of these
small fragments that appeared now to give form to his container. It seemed now that he was floating within a sort of long tunnel. Off to his left, a low grade haze began to materialize. He also found that he could almost define these swarming shards now. Reaching slowly toward one of them, he found that he could influence it’s progress as to position. He noticed too that their edges held shapes that suggested they be mayhaps, mated pieces not unlike those of a puzzle display. Emboldened by this discovery, he began to try and join a few of them together. The result of his first attempts was less than pleasant. If the fragments did not bond quick and hard and form seamless unions he was punished by a searing pain that forced him to close his eyes and gasp for breath.
After several such plays, he began to question the wisdom of such deeds.
It was then he saw that, though many of his direct actions were not rewarded well, the side effects of the generated movement allowed a few of these travelers to find a joining. This random success coupled with a few victories of his own making, produced a growing tapestry of emergent design.
The ever enlarging display was forming a screen, upon which was presented an evolving pattern of some sort of framework for the understanding of his plight. He saw now that in truth he was not fully awakened but rather still encased in the fog of dreams and that this process was indeed his mind’s attempt to give reason to the 'three kings' of being, past, present and future and thus define his orientation the more.These small shards were the shattered remains of his fragmented memory. He was performing the basic steps in the
dance of enlightenment. Seeking and gathering, then re-assembling and constructing then finally projection and plan. He was creating a story that would allow his reeling mind a foundation upon which to justify a progress he must make to move forward and thus survive. Being false or true it is a means to the needed end, and so being, is his salvation.

http://www.gamlet.net/thekillingfieldsofjah.htm ((travel here to be a witness))

Stepping from the machine for the first time into his reincarnation Gamlet, the defiant looks about himself, takes a long first breath and armed with his self taught awareness smiles to himself and says:

"What seek ye here? Truth, Honor, Wisdom, Balance, Power, Wealth. What seek thee indeed. And why seek ye? You wish ta know thy purpose, har. This seekin' be a false hope. Who are we and what be this place, held high and clear neath changing skies and ever rumblin' geology. This vast field, this home of time, be but a 'play field' of the gods, and we be but toys molded from the earth and cast upon this ground as puppets, willed ta dance ta the strains of givin' fable and asked ta believe all such, as basic truth. In reality what is givin' is myth and concoction, created by the gods for their pleasures.

We strut and posture as if we caused action and resolved the doin'. We act in our own name or the name of the gods themselves, yet beneath this grand show, we are mocked, as the gods find amusement in our follies. Then the time comes and the gods grow bored with our foolishness. They devise a means ta start again, ta 'refresh' the 'scene'. They rain chaos and challenge our loyalties, and in their names, bid us bring 'War', sweet endless 'War', upon ourselves. With little thought or reason, we rush forward ta 'glory', the god's 'glory', and the slaughter abounds. Soon we have once again 'cleaned these field and set a new stage for the vain pleasures of the gods.Thus it begins anew. We fools move the cycle forward yet again. And forgettin' the lessons of time, exposed in blood and lost hope heaped in piles all around us, we seek the praise of those who use and abuse us so..

And so here we stand upon these rich and resplendent fields, looking ta the heavens for validation and guidance only ta gain marchin' orders and oblivion form these 'gods' who seek only their own fulfillment through our pain and endings.

Here we stand upon these tired and saddened fields, these 'Killing Fields of Jah'
As it is, So shall it be