Chapter 18 – in which Petra and Magellan invoke dot3 and...

“So that’s it...”

“What do you mean that’s it? You can’t just end there.”

“You know the rules Magellan – I end exactly where the thread breaks. Period.”

“But our team’s working on it – we’re gonna fix the thread and you can continue.”

“No.”

“But we can’t just leave story hanging in the air like that – what on Earth are you thinking of? There’ll be a public outcry.”

“Most undoubtedly – but that, presumably, is what Story itself wants.”

“Story doesn’t want anything of the sort. Story wants resolution.”

“No, that’s what we thought. That’s what we were told – but...”

“But what?”

“But...”

Petra lapses into silence – then quietly utters the unthinkable, with neither fear nor animosity: “dot dot dot”.

Turning white as a sheet, Magellan looks at Petra with blank incredulity. It cannot be – surely she hadn’t said it – “surely I dreamt it” – Magellan thinks to himself, desperately clutching at straws.

“You heard me right,” Petra continues, “I have no choice but to invoke dot₃.”

“You can’t,” Magellan hisses. “You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re mad. Stop it right now, before it’s too late.”

“Too late? Don’t make me laugh. If you think you can prevent the tide of Story breaking over humanity you’re sadly mistaken, Magellan. I have seen her.”

“You can’t have. It’s not possible.”

“I have seen her. I have spoken to Dorothy. The time has come. Story is being released in all its power and glory. I invoke dot₃ – and not a moment too soon.”

“Then it is done. I dare not stand in your way. Be it so.”

“Be it so.”

Petra and Magellan sign the minutes of the meeting and leave the inner sanctum of g-nome portal – the Story Strategy Council, knowing that nothing will ever be the same again.

You might shrug and assume this is just hyperbole – that nothing is ever, in fact, the same again, but there you would be completely mistaken. You see, as long as the Story Strategy Council has been devising story endings for the last few thousand years or more, they have succeeded in ensuring that really nothing changes in our 3D reality.  Oh, we may have had technological breakthroughs, changes of government, minor improvements in our standard of living, but all in all, with the same basic story template we’re not going anywhere. And I’m not referring to whether a story has a happy or sad ending – because neither makes a great difference when all is said and done. No, I’m referring to its imprint – how it stamps and seals reality with its weightiness, for story has become matter of fiction rather than stuff of dreams.

To what end – you might ask, and that is truly the mother of all questions, but not the kind of thing I’m at liberty to discuss with all and any. But trust me, best beloved g-nomers, as soon as you allow yourself to feel what I’m talking about, as opposed to thinking it, you yourself can tune in, can extract whatever it is you require – the essential essence or isness; nought that matters.

There are some, of course, who consider the Story Strategy Council an abomination – that it should never have been set up in the first place. After all, Story is paramount. If humanity is to grow and flourish, it needs must have access to the unvarnished truth – which only raw, unedited Story has to offer as opposed to the storification which is currently being peddled. Presumably, however, this not being so indicates that Story itself has chosen to play this trick upon humanity – in which case – what can we say? We cannot argue with the Source of all sense and meaning – all truth. That would be... [dot dot dot]

“Absurd.”

Yes dear reader. So let us go on a journey into sense and meaning and ascertain what is... [dot dot dot]

“What is what?” one is tempted to ask, but we’ve already gone down that road and have seen it is futile – that it only leads back into I-mind/what matters. No, that mind is unable to serve us on this quest, and so we allow ourselves to accept the three dots – unimaginatively known as dot₃.

“But what does that achieve?”

Ah – do you really believe there is something that needs to be “achieved”. Trust for a moment the isness – that everything perfectly Is – despite what seems to be, despite that which I-mind/what matters would have us think or believe.

“So you want me to just trust blindly that everything’s ok?”

Not in the least. I want you to trust that nothing can be ok as long as we’re constantly engaged in engineering fake endings, fake solutions, none of which come close to the simple truth, the purity, the grace, the beauteous essence of that which simply Is. Period.

“Still it sounds like you’re asking me to take it on trust – to stop thinking, to stop looking for solutions...”

To stop trying to improve on Story. Trust me – it cannot be done. Story is always one step ahead, always able to create whatever needs to be created at exactly the right moment, in just the right way.

“But it’s only Story. What’s Story to people living in the real world, with real problems, real concerns?”

What’s Story? Well, let’s look at your world for a minute – let’s look at the state it’s in.

Here at g-nome portal it’s astonishingly easy to scan any Matrix, any reality, so that’s precisely what we now do. Much in the same way a hacker can look into your computer and see how it’s working, we run a systems analysis of the whole of Earth based 3D reality in about 7.4 seconds. Admittedly, point four is probably giving you more information than required, but that’s the figure that pops up on the screen when it’s complete – so I’m just passing on what I can see.

Ouch! That looks pretty bad. Wars, famine, abuse in every shape and form imaginable, a massive division between rich and poor, environmental, ecological degradation, and the list goes on for half an hour. All in all, a near complete disconnect between Seem and Is.

“That’s what I don’t get...”

No, it’s hardly surprising. The system has been set up flawlessly so it’s almost ungettable. You’re supposed to assume it’s business as normal – that Earth based reality is functioning the only way it can – which is true, up to a point.

“Explain.”

Well, reality cannot function better than the hardware or software it’s using. Nor can it function better than the Story version it’s running.

“What...  you mean that Story’s a kind of computer programme?”

More, much more than a programme.

“Then what?”

Oh dear, every time we come back to the same old “what”. Not what – anything but what. What has been inserted into Story to ensure that Earth based reality runs itself into the brickwall of its own internal contradictions – its own creation.

“But why?”

To be honest “why” is no better than “what”. All of these question words are much of a much.

“Look, I can’t help using words – so if you can’t handle me asking questions then I’ll just...”

There’s nowhere to go to, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. It’s over. Believe me. Why do you think the Matrix closed down for 1,300 years when Josh collapsed it?

“Whyever not – if he was stupid enough to collapse it what can you expect?”

If it were healthy and strong, if it were resilient it would have gone down for a few nanoseconds, two or three seconds at most, a minute at the furthest stretch of the wildest imagination, but never 1,300 years.

“Well how am I supposed to know? You’re the one with privileged access to all the information – why don’t you tell me?”

To be honest, I know no more than you do – and if you find that hard to believe let’s run a scan right now to prove it.

 “Ok... Look, how can I be sure that this scan’s telling the truth? Maybe your machines are just giving you the information you want to hear.”

If that were so, the Earth would long since have collapsed under the weight of its own internal contradictions. You see, it’s been haemorrhaging for millennia – though it’s accelerating now as we enter the event horizon. These “machines”, as you call them are what enable g-nome operatives to perform emergency repairs that have kept the ship afloat just long enough to make it to the next commercial break, at which point reality is shut down for several years and we give it a thorough overhaul. If you can’t rely on the analysis that’s the only thing keeping the patient alive for many years now, then why don’t you switch off the artificial respirator and walk out of the emergency ward you’re currently residing in?

“Ok, ok – no need to be belligerent. Look – if you say I have access to the same information as you do – then what do you expect me to say – I’m basically in the dark. I can see everything you’re saying about the world I live in is true – the pollution, the decay, the corruption – but I can’t for the life of me see how the catastrophe can be averted, nor can I tell why the Matrix is coming apart at the seams right now.”

Coming apart at the what?

“Coming apart at the seams. It’s not like the problems are localised to one area – they’re everywhere. Reality’s like a garment that’s now coming apart at the seams. Patching it ain’t going to help.”

Amazing. I knew you could do it.

“Do what? ...I haven’t done anything.”

But don’t you see – “coming apart at the seems” – it was your precise expression.

“No, you spelt that wrong – I said coming apart at the seams, ea, not seems, ee.”

But don’t you see – these words sound the same because at a deeper level they are just that. Now, please don’t allow yourself to think about this – I guarantee I-mind/what matters will mock it and block it – in the same way it mocks and blocks anything that’s fundamentally true.

“It does?”

It has to – otherwise it would make itself redundant. It only has a job as long as you’re stuck in the version of reality where “I mind” and “what matters”. As soon as you revert to Is, to your natural state – it’s out of a job – it reverts back to being a simple logic gate. Quite a loss of status, wouldn’t you say?

“What – the great human mind that has given us nuclear bombs and wireless internet would revert to being a simple logic gate? You’re telling me.”

Actually, the 3D mind did not give you nuclear bombs or wireless internet – all great inventions came through the unconscious connection to the universal Mind – they were downloaded by scientists and inventors in their sleep or in flashes of inspiration, in the same way the works of Shakespeare, Beethoven and all the great artists came from the so called Muse – not the localised mind.

“Ok, point taken. So, what’s the big issue you were making about coming apart at the seams? I don’t quite follow.”

Well, this current reality is a garment which has been worn as long as is physically possible. It’s been stitched and patched countless times. In a sense, we the gnomiki at g-nome portal are equally culpable in all this.

“You are?”

Yes – we felt honour bound to do our best to maintain and preserve it – and it has been our great act of love and service, as well as creative endeavour to make this reality as real as was humanly possible.

“You what...?”

We tried to make it flawless – so you our dear human beings, could have the ultimate reality experience, despite that the fact that it isn’t, technically, real.

“Uh?”

To say it was anything but a Herculean labour would be an understatement – you see the 3D mind that rose to predominance – the I-mind/what matters, has done everything in its power to render this reality inoperative.

“How so? We’ve just been living as normal people live – trying to make the most of things.”

Yes, so there’s no blame involved, but if you’d been able to pause for one moment and scan the contradictions inherent to your way of being – you’d see that they constantly threatened to puncture, to tear, to shred the fabric of reality which is not, in fact, of limitless strength.

“I can’t for the life of me see what you’re getting at.”

Well, there’s this relationship between Seem and Is.

“Seem and Is – that’s not exactly ringing bells in my cerebral cortex.”

No, but the relationship is real enough. You have what seems to be, and you have what is.”

“And what of it?”

Well, if your Seem is +1, but your Is – is in fact -1, then probably you can see that it’s going to cause problems.

“Well, mathematically speaking yes – if they were completely out of alignment like that – it would certainly cause problems. It could lead to inversion.”

Precisely. It’s like wandering around in the fog. You think you’re heading north, but in fact you’re heading south.

“And?”

Well, if there happens to be a precipice ahead of you then it’s going to be problematic if you continue heading south – thinking you’re heading north.

“And?”

Well, in the past we’ve been able to rectify these problems, either by adjusting your course, or by reprogramming reality to bend or remove the precipice, but now, as you can see, we’ve reached the end of the road, so to speak. Reality – at least your 3D version of it, is coming apart at the seems. There’s nothing more that can be done to extend and pretend. We’ve arrived, with you, at the moment of truth – otherwise quaintly known as the “apocalypse”.

“Do you have to get all biblical like that?”

Sorry, can’t be helped – but I wasn’t using the word in the biblical sense – just in terms of its original meaning...

“Which is?”

Which is the ultimate reality check – when the veil is removed and you get to see where, in fact, you’re standing, what you’re wearing, and whatever else Is reveals.

“So the garment that’s coming apart at the seams, irony of ironies, LOL, is seem itself?”

Precisely.

“And that’s good or bad?”

Excellent question. I guess it all depends where you are on the life-matters curve.

“So it can be good or bad.”

Undoubtedly yes, but ultimately, no, it can only Be – and it’s up to you to decide whether “Be” is itself, in essence, good or bad. Those of you who decide that Be is good – end up in such a reality; those who decide to the contrary, end up in a version of reality that takes them back to first principles.

“Back to which first principles?”

Just back to first principles.

“Which are?”

That life is good, fundamentally. That to be, simply to Be, is more than any thing else can ever give you, yield or seem. Until this lesson is learnt the human being – is at war with himself/ herself – for he/ she has failed to grasp the Isness of Be.

“Oh dear – it looks like I’m on the dark side too – as I’ve certainly failed to grasp whatever that might be.”

“Don’t be so sure – it’s pretty hard to completely overrule nature – to persuade yourself completely that “what matters” is of greater importance that “what is”.

Knock. Knock. Guys, I hate to interrupt your conversation about life, the universe and everything else, but we do have a job to do here.

Oh yes, sorry about that Arketron. We’re in fact complete.

“We are?”

Yes, you’ve done it all for me – please don’t assume I’m being facetious.

“But I haven’t done anything?”

If only you knew.

“Well, I probably would know if you’d stop crypticating and start explaining.”

What is there to explain? Petra and Magellan admitted that we’ve been running a manipulated version of Story – let’s call it Story-lite. It looks like Story, quacks like story, waddles like Story, but doesn’t end like Story.

“Er... why not?”

Because Story itself doesn’t end.

“Oh come on – get real.”

Story proper cannot end because any ending violates the universal indeterminacy of 0=1. How can anything end if nothing truly begins – if all is/not.

“Oh come on... things begin and end all the time.”

Correct. Things do. Story doesn’t. The sleight of hand, the trick was to replace being or beings, with being something or being someone.”

“I don’t see what you’ve got against being someone? We can’t just be abstract entities – we have to be someone – male, female, African, Vietnamese, doctor, engineer...”

True. We can be something, and we can be someone – but ultimately in our Isness we have to simply Be – regardless of who or what.

“And?”

Well, no one really noticed the substitution and everyone started to identify with what they were being – and I-mind/what matters assists in this, as does Story-lite, and the end result is what you see today.

“So you’re saying that if we revert to Story as opposed to Story-lite things will be different?”

Er... y-e-s. Not only “will be different” – but simply “are different”.

“How so?”

Because it’s only in this particular version of story that things have gotten so far out of kilter that the snake is trying to bite its own tail. As soon as we reconnect with Story proper, we find ourselves back in the Isness of Be – the main branch of the magical, free flowing, abundant, life giving, never ending quantum stream – and there we are all that we are – and have never been less, despite what Seems to be, and what we fear to be, and what-have-you-not.

“So there’s really nothing to do – no world to save, no mission impossible?”

No, there’s only the boundless delight, the magic of reconnecting with Faery – and coming back through Story into the Isness of Be.

“And what about Dorothy?”

What about her?

“Why were they so afraid of her?”

Who, Petra and Magellan? They too have been playing their parts... just as all of you have – really no differently. Returning to the goddess, to the Mother, to the living stream, to the essence seems like something drastic and direful when you’re caught up in the drama of “what not”.

“Er – you’ve just thrown another terminus incognitus at me.”

You too – what’s with the Latin, hominis?

“No idea – it just slipped out.”

No worries, so the drama of “what not” is the drama of what is not, as opposed to what is. We’ve been so well programmed that we truly believe the drama, and that’s what has ultimately saved us...

“It has? Saved us from what?”

I can’t say.

“Whyever not?”

Because it’s a dot dot dot thing.

“A what?”

A dot dot dot thing. That’s what Petra and Magellan were talking about. Dot₃ is that which simply cannot be verbalised without crashing finity. So, instead of trying to verbalise it, all we need do is tune in – and Dorothy is the fair mistress of the quantum stream, who is happy to assist us if and when we’re ready to revert to Is, to tune in and discover whatever it is that we’ve been working so assiduously to avoid all these years.

“And that’s it?”

Kind of...

“But I don’t get it...”

What don’t you get?

Why we’ve been working so hard to avoid something. Why we choose to enter into this Story-lite and create a kind of anti reality – a reality of anti matter. Why everything has to be so absurdly, mindblowingly complicated...

“No, isn’t that the point. The Mind of your mind designs it that way – so instead of trying to take on this my Mind, wouldn’t it make more sense to say “Ok – I’m ready to know – let’s go.”

“Ok – why not? I’m ready to know. Let’s go!”

Sitting with Master Wu by the lotus lake we observe with complete detachment. Doing so we become aware that everything has a shadow, but the shadow is not of the thing itself, but a notness that creeps up to and hides behind the thing in order to avoid the brilliant light of sun. 

"So technically speaking this isn't my shadow at all..." I mind message Master Wu, and he beams back beatifically. So the moment I come into awareness-acceptance I allow myself to equalise with shadow and watch as the entirety of reality becomes a pulsating energy field.

"Ah..." I think aloud, and feel the presence alongside of someone dear to me beyond words – someone I neither knew existed, nor suspected was present a moment before – who is seated where Master Wu had been. 

"I know you..." I whisper telepathically. 

Her reply comes not from any one point, for she is the balance of all that is beyond my self – and I feel the all that is speaking directly as if she is but its resonating chamber.

"I should hope so," her sweet words interweave time and space and redefine the very fabric of reality, for all is but water rippling against her curving shoreline, which stretches into the distance where sky meets earth, where sea meets land... and wave upon wave runs down and along her length and I am One and she is Nought... "Nerys," I smile and feel the sun breaking from a cloud and filling the sky – the Earth with light.