“When you’re dealing with a 43-23 that is a verbal gunslinger, nobody is ever going to know what the hell they’re talking about if they’re starting the conversations—nobody, nobody. It’s the most bizarre babble-speak you can imagine. Nobody. They’re freaks, after all. The fact of the matter is that the moment you ask a 43-23, the moment you open up for them the opportunity to express their knowing as a response, as being recognized as a projected element, when they’re invited to make their contribution, everybody pays attention, and everybody gets mutated.
I know so many people who can be so clear at the mental level and nobody’s listening to them, nobody. This is really the saddest part, and the most bitter part of the verbal gunslinger’s life. The perversity of what it is to be a human is that the moment the verbal gunslinger doesn’t have anybody listening to them because they’re not entering into things correctly, they shout louder. It’s like being an American in Paris. “Where’s the bathroom?” You know?
Yeah, you figure that if you do it loud they’ll get it, because you don’t know how to talk to them. See, you just get louder; the verbal gunslingers just get louder. They become screamers, and yellers. They’re the kind of people that everybody says, “They shoot from the hip.” They don’t shoot from the hip. They just bubble and vomit. And everybody says, “I don’t know what that is. I don’t know what they’re talking about. I don’t understand a word they’re saying, doesn’t make any sense to me.”
~Ra Uru Hu