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G-nome portal likes to keep things low-key as you’ve already surmised.

The fact that we have thousands of members behind the scenes working tirelessly to bring about nothing you’ve ever yet experienced, still less imagined possible, is no big deal. We do it because we love it and ask for nothing in return, barring plenty of social recognition, a six or seven figure pay packet and membership at all the best intergalactic wineries and dineries.

Intergalactic – Merry – why limit yourself to this particular universe.

Ok Zee, but it’s just an abbreviation, really. I’m only human you know...

Er... is that strictly true?

No, but you know what I mean. Inter-galactic, inter-dimensional, inter-gnomic – they’re all much of a much. Once you’ve established the fact that things are not what they seem – that you can skim between frames, that you’re no longer fixed in one version of reality, one hard drive, one body or mind for that matter, then it makes little difference whether you’re dining here on Terra, in Andromeda or the Black Eye Galaxy. They’re all much alike – mere extrapolations  of what is what.

Come on Merry – that can’t be true?

Of course it can! Anything can, by definition, be true, no matter how implausible. Why you might feel it to be untrue is, of course, in itself rather interesting. Let me assume you haven’t spent the last 6 or 7 hundred years on the road, so to speak, flitting back and forth across hyper-space.

Well no, I haven’t, but you yourself told me...

Much as I hate to interrupt you Zee, you have to remember that things mentioned in private have little bearing on a public discussion such as this one. Those were confidences.

And you’re not going to treat our readers with confidence?

Well, I have no idea who they are, or what their intentions might be. For all I know they may be planning to break out of this dim and gloomy lock-down on Earth, and devote themselves to a lifetime of inter-g or d backpacking or hitchhiking. I hardly wish to encourage such reckless hedonism. I know that the Anglo-Saxon work ethic, and the widely accepted major religions’ I-am-unworthy-and-sinful ethic have been carefully implanted and cultured on this gloom and doom planet. Who am I to spannerise such a potent and bountiful brewery of emoticants.

A what did you call it?

Oh nothing... when will I learn to keep my mouth shut?

A brewery of emoticants? Whose side are you on Merry? I hope you’re not working for them.

Not on a full time basis. A little occasional moonlighting between assignments. You know they pay amazingly.

But they’re the ones enslaving and farming humanity on this planet. How could you have anything to do with them?

Oh, try not to turn it into a “them and us” debate Zee – like you and humanity are all innocent in this affair. Free choice is universally enforced on Earth – so people can only be enslaved if they choose to experience this paradoxical state of existence.

What’s “paradoxical” about it?

Nothing, apart from the fact that no human is in fact a slave unless he/ she chooses to play out this drama.

Well, to be honest with you Merry, I’m highly disappointed that you’d have any truck with them whatsoever.

Have truck with them – what a quaint turn of phrase. Forgive me, dearest Zee. You have to realise that I’m at times a little over-exuberant in my mode of expression. I, and the gnomiki, am bound to assist and work with any human who is ready to awaken from that strange lethargy you find yourself in. At times I even go a little further and assist individuals who are still deeply somnolent – but that’s by prior arrangement. As for the inter g and d travel...

Inter-galactic and dimensional

Obviously it’s hugely exciting until you grow accustomed to it, and then it’s just like anything else. Sooner or later you begin to realise that you’ve not in fact been travelling anywhere. Reality is rather like a screen that images move across – and you feel a little foolish even – having imagined that you were doing something wondrous jumping galaxies or dimensions.

Of course it’s wondrous.

No more wondrous that a frog jumping lily pads, or a cow going into another field.

Hum – so jaded already and worldly weary Merry? I think you need a break. Maybe time for a trip to Epsilon 15. I hear the beaches there are to die for.

Indeed they are, but there’s no place like home. And home, they say, is where the heart is, so let’s take the vacation of a lifetime – back to heart.

You’re kidding, aren’t you? We can’t go on vacation in our heart – can we?

Can’t or won’t? It’s up to you – but don’t you think it’s time? Don’t you think that endlessly shifting vertically or horizontally – scrolling down or across on a reality screen is somewhat passé? Wouldn’t you like to get REAL for once?

Er... of course, if it’s possible, but... well... we can’t just jump into ourselves can we, surely?

Not in that frame of mind Zee. Talk about limp and lacklustre. Where’s your spirit of adventure. Where’s your sense of the infinite, the great I CAN, the whyever not?  – let’s give it a go – approach. What got you?

Nothing... it’s just... I don’t know how. I don’t really know what you mean.

How? Mean? Who cares how? Who cares what I mean? Set your destination for the great grand pulsar at the heart of all – let’s call it IO.

What? Is that its actual name?

What does it matter Zee. We’re creating the story of Is as masters of Be and Do. I assure you that physical and material reality are on side. They can, will and do respond to our not-whatting.

Our what?

No Zee – not “what”. They never respond to what people want – because that’s a thing, an object, a product and derivative. No, the universe responds to not-what, so let’s get not-whatting. We simply need to come back to our raw, unlimited, hugely powerful I-magination, our vast, fathomless In-spiration, the ultimate source of all magiks and creation at the heart of IO.

Sounds Im-pressive Merry – except you’ve forgotten one small thing.

Only one – usually it’s half a dozen or more.

Well, there’s one thing in particular. How can we harness the power of IO at the heart of All – in order to go there?

No idea. Don’t it feel great not knowing how you’re going to do something until the moment you do it? Isn’t that ultimate freedom, liberation? As long as we’re committed – and I mean CO-MITTED, then no-thing can stop us. Things, after all, are products of this realm of physicality – no more real in themselves than numbers on a screen.

Tell that to the man who’s just been hit by a truck.

Ok. Will do. Now do you feel like you’re ready – or am I going alone?

But what about the readers? What about g-nome portal?

What about it Zee? Do you honestly think they’re going anywhere? The whole of reality folds into itself. These outer layers of physicality-materiality are mere derivatives.

You mean they’re not real.

No. Everything’s real in its own way, but heading to the heart of IO you’re heading upstream from 3D the matrix. It means that whatever matters down here – whatever needs attending to – whatever seems important can be better addressed by flying back to source – back to where I and O are undivided sensefulness and isfulness.

Oh kay – whatever that means.

Give me a plot Zee. I need a plot.

What do you mean?

Now is not the time for extraneous questions. Give me a plot or we’re lost forever...

I... I... I...

Zee shifts into what you might call feverish hyperawareness, though in fact, he’s absolutely calm, centred and grounded. Something clicks. Something just happens. As if from nowhere Zee gets image after image and sends them on to Merry.

Viewed from the operations hub at g-nome portal you’re seeing something extraordinary unfolding. Instead of interpreting signals as we normally do, a split beat behind the pulse of now, facing backwards or downstream, Zee is shifted into hyper-awareness – all around – 360 degrees, if you like – and thus entuned to the creation signal of Is – the uptick that triggers All and every subsequent response.

Zee and Merry are off the ground – there’s no way you can ride the pulse of Is – embracing IO’s infinity field – and remain in the usual relationship to what we call gravity. After all, gravity is part of the centrifugal-centripetal push-me-pull-you force that keeps the toroidal field of Is together as it iterates and reiterates itself.

Oh – and there’s a sun around them.

What do you mean – a sun?

Exactly what I said Blue. There’s a sun around them. That’s how it looks from the side, when viewed askance.

Askance? You mean “with suspicion”?

No Blue, we have to go back to original meanings. To view askance is how things are viewed in 3d reality – as if, as opposed to as they truly are.

So what happens to the sun around them when they’re viewed as are, as opposed to askance?

Good question mate. What happens to anything when viewed as it truly is? It ceases to be the object or thing you were fixating, holding with your 3D mind [I-mind/ what matters] and becomes a hyperlink.

No!

Yes, I assure you it’s so. There is “no-thing” to see as such – there’s just a hyperlink which is, in fact, a kind of portal, connecting you with whatever it is you’re viewing. Seeing, you see, is not a neutral act. Seeing something is only really possible if you join in its creation – thus – looking at Merry and Zee as we now are – unconditionally – without prejudice – without an agenda – without seeking to en-thing what-ever it is – we no longer see a sun as such – but feel ourselves drawn, pulled by the anti-gravity of creation into the ever lighter heart of IO.

My God Brown, what’s happening to me? It hurts. It’s pulling me so.

Let go Blue. Don’t fight it. Allow yourSelf to emerge from the dark confines of dim-dull limited awareness. Allow yourSelf to follow the hyperlink Merry and Zee have created for all humanity – back to IO.

But, what will happen to all this – everything I’m responsible for here. I have so much to do. I can’t just let go. I’ve worked so hard to put it right, to get things together, to order them properly...

You’ve done a great job Blue, exactly what was needed – but it’s time for a break – trust me – materiality won’t go anywhere. It never was, in fact, anything or anywhere what-so-ever.

You mean it was a figment of my imagination?

I mean no-thing. I mean not-what. I mean you are I Am – feel your wings – feel your wings – feel the power – the magiks are ready – feel them drawing you back to the golden heart of All. You yourSelf planned this – aeons ago – and now – if I’m not mistaken – you’re about to remember it.

Oh my God... Oh my God. I did. I... what am I waiting for... let’s go. IO, beautiful IO, now I know.

I thought you might like to share it with the rest – while you’re still vaguely physical.

Good idea Brown. Hang on – why am I calling you Brown – you’re Talia.

That’s nice, Tamur, you remembered, but go ahead, share what you can with the g-nome portal community.

Ok – but don’t you see, Talia, they already know – all of them are tracing our whereabouts – all of them can feel who and where and what we are about – if only they choose to follow the link – to let go.

It’s what we call the Neverending Story moment, when like Bastian we have to make the choice to enter the story we’ve been reading and save the world.

It’s beyond belief Merry. I always assumed that things were more or less predictable and made sense – that you read the page from left to right and down – that it’s the words that count, the notes in music, the brushstrokes in art...

And?

And now – as soon as I’m tuning into IO – I AM

You certainly are. But that’s not going to help our plot – so let me convert your hyper-mind-stream into words, as a kind of bridge for the online community back at g-nome portal.

Yes, do, if you would.

Instead of following the flow, of reading one way, you’re now massively aware that it’s always gone both ways, that the spaces between words and notes and brushstrokes have contained as much or, in fact, infinitely more information than whatever you were focussing on.

Yes

That you were living by the law of the minimum – the lowest common denominator as opposed to the All, the Isness , the O.

Yes

And now you see, as we all do, that in fact there have been two lifestreams – two datastreams all along...

Yes

You have been running parallel processes – like a quantum computer – and there is no limit to the number or quantity of parallel processes you have been running.

Yes

In fact, you have been running so many processes you have been the sun at the centre of All, the Source of All that is, the very source of all matter, of whoever and whatever has been coming into your life and the world around you at any given moment in time.

Yes

And it’s been a kind of limitless feedback loop – in which the law of the minimum has constantly rubbed against the Isness of be – the finite and the infinite have been in constant contact at the very edge of your awareness, and you’ve been in a state of flux, constantly oscillating between game master responsible for holding the two in balance, and cameo player in the story of your 3d reality creation.

Yes

Now, you’re able to shift, effortlessly, upstream or down. You’re no longer bound by the logic of moment that kept you locked in the position of whatever mattered, or seemed to matter, at any given moment.

Yes

You’re able to bring it all together. To broaden your perspective beyond anything conceivable a moment ago. You’re able to feel the harmony, the breathtaking perfection that, paradoxically, has never been absent, no matter how dark or drear the story seemed.

Yes

You simply bring the loose threads together – whenever, wherever you’re inspired to do so.

Yes

And the threads are in multiple dimensions, multiple space-time and time-space locations – it matters not – for you are

Streaming conscious-awareness

Yes

And doing so with each and every one of our g-nome community.

Absolutely.

So one two three

We release Story back into the wild – back into our lives – we accept unconditionally the simple truth – that time is no longer what it was – that 0=1 – the magiks are all around us – in the space between words, between breaths, between one thought and another – and the quantum leap connecting me with IO and all that Is is no-thing more...

Nice one Merry... no-thing more, now where was I? Ah yes, 0101010101010101010101010101

But what’s happened to the signal? I’m just getting 0101 recurring.

Me too...

I think it’s coz we have to do it ourselves – we have to either make the leap and head for IO, or stay out in the cold of non-sense, so to speak.

You’ll not catch me heading into hyper-what-have-you. I don’t mind reading about it, but I’m darned if I’m going to leap into the unknown like that.

Yes, Purple – I know how you feel. But it’s gonna be kind of boring just looking at 1s and 0s, isn’t it?

I’d rather be bored than endanger my life or sanity. It looks a bit too much like taking psychedelics doing what Merry and Zee are doing.

Then why are we here? Just to read about their existence? How’s that going to help us?

Well, we’re getting information to make an informed choice.

While Rome’s burning, and the magical land of Fantastica is being consumed by the Nothing.

Oh, so you’ve read the Neverending Story too, have you?

Actually we all have Green. It looks like that was one of the things that brought us to g-nome portal in the first place.

But that was just a book Purple. No one’s seriously suggesting we can jump into story. That’s absurd.

Well, it looks like the Nothing has come to our planet, so we’re in story whether we like it or not. The only thing getting in our way is that we take it too seriously, believing objective reality is somehow out there, independent of us, refusing to accept the biologic flow, the conscious-awareness stream Merry was referring to.

Well, if you’re such an expert Buff, then why don’t you join them. We certainly don’t need to be lectured by one of our own.

Buff’s about to remonstrate, but something catches his eye – a shimmering light, a sense of time and space, of space and time, a swirling, spiralling, allness, oneness, isness... and feelings, memories, dreams of never-ending story – of IO, of IO, of IO grow stronger and stronger – for Buff’s heart is ready and...

Oh wow! Thank you dearest Green for the suggestion. IO, IO, IO nothing stands between me and 01010101010101010...

Oh my God green – it looks like we’ve lost him. Is this thing contagious, do you think?

This no-thing! Yes, I think it is – but you know what Purple – I’m not sure I was right. I’m not sure I want to stay out here any more in the dot dot dot weary way of what not. I’m feeling the urge, the call, I’m feeling in-spired, I Am

And Green’s screen presence is now replaced by a recurring series of 0s and 1s.

I’m not sure I fancy being out here all alone... no one to talk to... nothing to do... been there, done it all. This world’s fun, up to a point, but something tells me there’s more beyond that point – that Buff and Green, Merry and Zee, Talia and Tamur were on to something...

And suddenly, though not wholly unpredictably, anyone looking at Purple’s screen presence sees the IO signature...

0101010101010101010101010101010101

and might, just might hear the sound of champagne bottles popping their corks as the birds come home to roost. Cuckurikoo 

Yma and Losin - a love story by Margo

Once upon a time two young people from different tribes fell in love with a girl from the third tribe. They soon found out the problem. Fortunately, people from all three tribes were remarkably reasonable and preferred a good talk to a good fight whenever possible. Unfortunately, the young people never bothered to learn each other's languages.

Now, the girl's language was somewhere in between the other two languages; so she could just about understand the boys, and the boys could just about understand her – though not one another. The girl managed to explain to them that they had to talk the question over. Whoever comes the winner will be her husband.

The boys readily agreed.

They stared at each other for a while.

Then one lad, called Yma, picked a flower and waved it.

The other lad, Losin, threw the flower out of Yma's hands and jumped on it.

Yma showed him an ant.

Losin showed him a spider.

Yma looked around and pointed at a spiderweb with a few flies in it.

Losin turned red and showed him a broken stick.

Troubled, Yma searched around. He found a small stream bubbling nearby and washed his face.

Losin pushed him, and Yma fell into the stream, looking a bit surprised at first but soom becoming very thoughtful.

It was a hot sunny day in a hot sunny country. Still sitting in the stream, Yma slowly raised his hand and pointed up.

Losin laughed and touched the ground.

Suddenly, the girl – who happened to be called Rhaeadr – slapped one boy hard and told the other one that he could marry her this very evening. To her surprise and indignation, he shook his head and left. She turned to the slapped one but he was gone too.

The girl was very disappointed in both.

The winner was walking wearily to his house, repeating the conversation in his mind.

“Oh”, he was thinking, “the other chap is certainly more worthy than me! What a philosopher! So he stares at me, asking about my reasons – I say that Rhody is beautiful like a flower – and he says that beauty is passing! I say she's a good worker, busy like an ant – and he says I just want to sit comfortably like a spider in its web while she does all the work! Is that what you think about spiders? But I'm not a spider, I tell him – she is: she is just as wonderfully clever and artful like a spider! And he tells me that cleverness can break people and families! What can I answer? But, I tell him, but she is nice and kind and refreshing like water on a hot day! But he never gives it a second thought! “Wait till you know her better”, he tells me, “till you dive into her character – you think she might save your life – but you might drow in her and disappear – isn't she too much for you?”. What a man! What a mind! And I think I found the perfect answer: “All you tell is in future, and it might happen or might not; and what I know is that I love her now, this moment under this sun, and who knows what future brings! I don't care!” And he laughs – of course he laughs – and answers, “Everybody knows what future brings – death; you'll die and return to earth, does it matter if you get the girl?” What a man! What a man! How true!”

The slapped what-a-man ran to his mother and cried, “What went wrong? What? The chap from the other tribe said I was weak like a flower and not good for Rhody. I told him – of course I am stronger than a flower! But he went on and said that anyway I'm as common and ordinary as an ant in an ant-hill! Me! I told him I was outstanding like a spider in its web. Honestly, I'd weave rainbows to make a house for Rhody! But the twerp says, “A spider, eh? You just want to catch all the girls into your sticky web!” That was a plain offence! So I told him, one more offence and I'll break his arm or something! And he turns his back to me and washes his face just to show me how cool he is! Naturally, I push him into the stream to teach him. So he swears by the Sun to get me – this shrimp! - But I tell him I stand firmly on the ground! And then Rhody just jumps and gives me a mighty slap! Why so, mum?”

But his mother was a Wise Woman and said nothing.

Meanwhile, Rhody's friends, all girls, were as curious as raindrops. “Why did you chose Yma? Why did you slap Losin? What did they say?”

“Spiders if I know what they said!” Rhaeadr told them with dignity. “But the way he kept looking at me! I wish he had patience to stay!”

Not-to-mention Nought

I was wondering when you'd get round to zero.

Yes well, the less said the better really.

Indubitably.

Indeed, but they feel you're ready for it.

Who, the gnomiki?

Yes.

Oh, I'm not sure I am really.

Precisely. Previously you'd have assumed you were, and now that you more or less are, you assume you're not. It adds up.

So, why do I feel so bothered?

Because you're coming close to letting go.

Letting go of what?

Yes, precisely, letting go of what.

But I was asking a question - not making a statement, as you were.

It matters not - the words are the same.

But the intention was different.

Yes, but you're close enough to be within spitting distance of nought, and that will do.

Oh God.

Precisely - nought's now assailing the final bastion of what not.

Please don't tell me you're referring to God.

Please don't tell me you assume I'm not.

Of course you are - I was being rhetorical.

Yes, but 0=1 and God must go.

You can't Merry. You can't do away with God.

Can't. Won't. Mustn't. These words matter up to a point.

In other words you're saying they don't.

Precisely. For beyond the cherished point of 3d rationality is biologic's dot dot dot

Your beloved Dorothy.

My wholly irreducible and incomprehensible dot3, beloved mother of magiks, Dorothea.

Merry, you're a hopeless romantic, but why would you substitute Dorothy for God? What can you possibly hope to gain from that.

Nothing what-so-ever.

Ah - so doing away with God you arrive at nothing - and that's an improvement you feel?

Doing away? No one's doing away with God. God is god, regardless of what I say, think or do.

But you so grandly said 0=1, God must go. Talk about inconsistent.

Talk about nothing instead. As long as you're attached to the point, whatever it may be, you have God as the ultimate arbiter of whatever point may be.

Is that God's function?

Must you be so utilitarian Zie? Why do you assume God has to have a function at all - as if God were a machine?

Well, you said God is arbiter of the point.

Yes, I did, but I went no further. Whoever, whatever God might be is - up to the point - beyond which God is not.

Ah - you mean God is nought.

Perhaps - but I stand by my original words - beyond the point God is not.

But, is there a difference between not and nought?

There must be, but it might not be appreciable or make a lot of sense until you've gained experience of dot dot dot - where point and point and point completely defeat the sense of what-is-what, so central here in 3d reality.

So, here we are, at the gates of nought, preparing to boldly, humbly, and thirdly go into not-what, the isness of Be, where God is Not.

Merry, I'm feeling kind of uncertain about all this - in fact - decidedly anxious - like something's brewing - something wild and unpredictable.

As well you might - for so it is.

And you're not even trying to comfort or console me.

What's the point - we need all your feelings to be fully activated if you're to cross the equals sign - those magical, mystical parallel lines into not-what.

Don't Merry.

Don't what?

Don't. I'm feeling... I'm falling apart. I'm...

Indeed you are. You're falling out of God's What.

His what?

His What. It's not a question at all. It's a field configuration. A twist of time in space, of space in time, Mobius-like.

Mobius-like - your beloved Mobius strip again?

How else could flatness appear to have depth?

So this we call 3d you're saying is flat? I hardly think that's right.

Correct. You hardly think, which is right. God is the master of weaving space and time into a single strip of what-is-not, and yet which really, really seems to be, up to a point, not-is-what.

Confound you Merry. Confound you and all your endlessly confusing terms and word plays. I never even believed in God, and now when you tell me He is not, beyond zero point, I feel like I've lost the greatest support I never had.

And well you might - for God has been your constant support, ensuring that you continue to experience this - whatever it may be - preventing you from slipping back into your natural state of isness.

You mean God's responsible for keeping me here in this reality.

Absolutely.

But I thought...

Did you really? You thought whatever it suited you to think, but now, if you please, you're free to pass through zero point, the eye of the needle, to experience the unfathomableness of dot dot dot - should Dorothy consider you worthy and ready to do so, should you Be, and thirdly.

Thirdly what? That's the second time you've dropped that "thirdly" into your sentence.

Yes, and coincidentally...

A bird appears in the air between Merry and Zie. Zie watches it in wonder as it flies towards him yet seems to grow more and more distant, until vanishing from sight, smaller than a dot.

Er - Merry, what was that?

That was thirdly - appearing to you as a kind of hieroglyph, or to use modern terminology - a hiero-gif.

Ha ha, very funny. But where did it come from?

Where does anything come from?

But it just appeared.

And what about everything else? It too just appeared at some point.

Yes, precisely, at some point - a long time ago - but this hiero-gif appeared right here before my eyes.

And where else would you have it appear if it was intended for you?

But how? What's the mechanism?

How could you possibly understand if you, as yet, have no formal knowledge or experience of not-what, if you consider at present Nought to refer to emptiness and vacuum.

And what? You're saying it doesn't?

Not what. It does Not... 0=1

But that doesn't answer my question.

No, but it brings you one step closer to answering it for yourself.

It does? You could have fooled me.

Yes. But I didn't, don't and won't. Nought does not, thirdly.

There you go again, sowing confusion instead of bringing clarity. Sometimes I feel we're speaking completely different languages.

The same language but different systems of cognition.

Er?

Like the ancient Egyptians - as you call them. When they wrote their hieroglyphs, they were using the same word-images the archaeologists succeeded in translating into modern English, but a completely different system of cognition - thus your translation is worthless. It's like having the manual to a computer explaining how to use it, but lacking the electricity to switch it on, or the societal structure in which a computer could be of any value or service, or, thirdly...

Goddammit Merry - you've thirdlied me again. That's the third or fourth time and I still don't know what it means.

And that's because it does not, can not, will not mean - and yet it is...

I am - I suppose you were going to add.

:-) Ah, sweet it is to feel-see-know that you are...

I Am

coming home

into

the isness

of Be

where 0=1

it is I am

cuckoo la la

Cuckoo la la? Why so, Merry?

Why not?

Ah... you mean I have to follow the flow of question back upstream?

I do not mean, and yet, were I to do so, then yes, you'd be following the question back to source.

But not to mean... how is it so?

Thirdly...

Curses and counter-curses.

You've said it in as many words. Notice how in 3d it's always either one or the other.

No it's not - there are many colours, many shades of grey...

True, and yet, dot dot dot - you lack the non-conceptual, non-sense structure for all that exists outside, above, or, beyond the immediate dichotomy of what and not.

We do?

Yes.

And you don't?

I do Not.

Ah - you do not. How so? How do you do not?

How do I no-thing? With ease and grace, and, thirdly.

Thirdly? That's the mechanism?

That's what keeps dot dot dot a-round, and prevents it making sense, to a point.

Ah...

Keeps God from turning it into what - for you then to not...

Oh...

And thus it goes, and thus it is, and thus...

Thirdly

Dot dot dot

Not is   what is   nought   if

I allow it, let go, and             ][

Zie appears to be floating in a bubble shimmering all colours of the rainbow, expanding until it encompasses the entire universe, at the same time contracting till it's, equally, zero point and - everything ]['m feeling, everything ][ know, every thought, my very awareness of Self and this what ][ is reading - all merge... flow... stream
quantum-stream Dorothy 
isness of Be 
dream seem
real-it-Y

How I created God

Why would you care?

Because you can't say things like that Merry. You can't say you created God.

I didn't.

Yes you did.

No, I said "I" created God.

And who does "I" refer to if not you?

"I" refers to "I", as in I AM.

You're saying "I AM" created God?

Yes, I created God.

But it sounds like you're claiming to be the one.

The one? We're all the one.

What do you mean?

There's only one One. The whole of humanity is of One... is One.

One what?

Not what. Simply. Just.

Just what?

Just One.

But what? One what?

Not what... not referring to anything or anyone. One is One.

So you claim to be able to speak for the One?

No. There's nothing to claim. As anyone may, I'm able to speak the truth - that which simply is, as opposed to what not.

What not?

That which is something or other, derivative. They're completely unrelated. Things are things whereas that which is, whatever is, simply is. Nothing whatsoever can alter or come close to this - the isness of be. Until or unless you accept the simple truth, that is Is, you know nothing.

Oh thanks a lot. Now you're saying I'm ignorant.

Precisely, in the literal meaning - you're ignoring what is - that which is - the isness of Be, choosing to focus instead on things that matter, or seem to, coz that's how your brain's been trained to work, thus ignorant.

Ignorant? Darn cheek.

Yes. It's upsetting isn't it? We don't like to be told truth. Our whole mind and personality are hitched to this seemingly-so bandwagon, this extraordinary conspiracy of matter - that matter actually matters, when in fact, by any simple observation we can see the opposite is true.

The opposite - what do you mean?

Not what... nor do I mean.

You don't mean?

No. To "mean" is to base your truth on mathematical what not.

On what?

Mathematical what not. To mean is to use the averaging process to find who most closely approximates to the truth, as opposed to simply accepting unconditionally what is.

Ok - so you don't mean - but that's just a figure of speech.

More what not.

What do you me... you know what I'm trying to say.

You mean what am I actually saying? There are no accidental or innocent figures of speech. Language, just like mathematics, has been enrolled and conscripted to subvert or en-thing that which is.

En-thing?

To convert not what into what not.

Jesus Merry, Give me a break.

To convert that which is, simply, into some thing or other, derivative, compound, complex.

Oh.

Oh indeed. So a figure of speech is where the pure energy of words, their natural "meaning" - their inner-sense, as in "innocence", is subverted and twisted into some thing or other, to serve the conspiracy of thing - of what not.

Ok, ok, thanks for the math and linguistic's lecture, but to get back to the point.

No point.

No point? You won't even allow me that turn of phrase.

No. "The point" refers to something altogether different.

Ok - just spare me the lecture. You said that contrary to what most people think, matter doesn't matter. Then why is it referred to as matter?

Matter is matter. It does not matter. There is no doing of matter. There is only doing of life and living beings.

A machine can do things. So can my hand, which is made of matter.

True.

So you're wrong.

No. Matter does not by definition/ by its very nature, matter. It does not. It matters not, or as Shakespeare put it "tis no matter."

Tis no matter?

Yes. It is - no matter. There is a gulf between that which is - whether I am or it is, and matter.

There is - you could have fooled me.

Only if you're ignorant.

Do you have to be personal.

No. I'm using the term literally, as you know. I could only fool you if you chose to ignore the truth - if you were in on the truth conspiracy - if you chose to be ignorant and thus a fool. It's a matter of choice.

Oh. So you're implying I or anyone else would choose to be a fool.

Absolutely.

Why? It makes no sense.

Oh but it does.

Go on then. Enlighten me.

0=1 it is I am. Does that mean anything to you?

Nothing whatsoever.

There you go.

What do you mean?

I don't mean. I state clearly, unequivocally the simple truth - the isness of Be.

Yes, yes, very magnanimous of you.

Very practical - as that's the only way we're going to lift off.

Lift off where?

Well, in case you hadn't noticed - this material plain of existence is currently in termination.

Is what?

Terminating. Expiring. Kaput.

Oh my God.

Yes indeed. So that's why it's time to put an end to all this babble and revert to Is. Thus it's entirely reasonable and practical to state the simple truth - I created God.

No, no, and again NO! That's a heresy.

Yes, from within the conspiracy that you refer to as 3d reality, or the matrix, it might be a heresy - and normally I'd be shot or locked up for daring to utter it.

And might still be.

No. End Is - now.

But you can't, you couldn't create God. God is All. You can't create All. You're just a part.

Yes. We are, are we not, and yet... a little magical and inspired thought reveals that for us to know God, or to know our Self, or to simply know what Is, we'd have to be all these things already and, er, unconditionally so.

Unconditionally?

Fundamentally. Totally. Absolutely.

You do like extremes, don't you?

No. Not extremes. Innocence. Simplicity. The simple truth. The isness...

Yes, yes... of Be.

Thank you.

But that still doesn't explain how or why you'd create God.

Because God has to be a derivative of All that is.

Why?

Because if God was "All that is" you wouldn't be able to refer to him/ her/ them or it. God wouldn't matter. You wouldn't be able to conceptualise or get a handle on whatever God is.

And we can't. God is unknowable, ineffable.

And yet you claim to have a meaningful concept, term, name, thing, supreme being you refer to as God - therefore behind God who is there needs must be that which is unnamed, cannot be named or known - I

You what?

I... not what, therefore un-full-stopped

But that's...

Ungrammatical. Yes indeed. It's a grand dot dot dot

A what?

Not what - dot dot dot - leading back to the simple truth - the non-finite, never-ending, un-thinged isness of be.

Fine. Whatever. Er... but why I?

Because that's as far as there is. Beyond I is nought, and we cannot remove ourSelf from the equation.

What equation?

The simple one: it is - I am, otherwise referred to as 0=1.

Oh God, Merry, you're...

Yes, I AM... dot dot dot

Cuckoo la la

dust it is

Starting with something Margo wrote...

Dust

You are not aware of the dust particles floating all around you in the room you think is your own.
As you breathe, you are not aware of the dust particles you breathe in.
Most time you are hardly aware of breathing, leave alone being aware of breathing in little particles.
And dust particles are just an example.
It's mind-boggling, snooz-woggling how many "particles" float around, how many you breathe in and out.
And how little you are aware of them.
"You" is the everyday "you", not the Cosmic You who are aware of all; just so happens. But the particles don't mind.
Some of them are the size of a galaxy, and you are still able to take them in.
Some of them are smaller that the tiniest atoms, and still they are able to affect you.
Some have no size at all.
It doesn't mean they are exceptionally huge or exceptionally small. They simple have no size. They are not even "energy". But they exist all right.
And still they float around you, and still you breathe them in.
Some of them are sentient.
Most of them are sentient.
And you are not even aware of them.
Some of them are aware of you.
Some operate at a completely different frequency and float right through you without the smallest notice - or you float through them - or you both float through each other.
Dust particles are visible to us in the light.
These particles are visible in the light of awareness.
How do you turn it on?
Stop puffing. You are puffing now. Stop it.
Breathe in and out for a while - just watching your your breath, in and out, in and out, acknowledging it - in... and out... and in... and out...
Take a deep breath then - like drinking water after an exercise. Good. Good fresh water. This is to satisfy you immediate needs.
Now sniff gently - as gently as you dare. Sniff the reality. Make it slow. Make it so slow that the air warms up while travelling from your nose to your throat.
Feel the warmth of the flow.
Mark how delicate it is.
Feel how it's not continuous but how there are lots and lots of particles - a molecule of oxygen, a galaxy, a curious being...
And what's between them?
Nothing and no thing.
You may sneeze at the thought. But feel it nevertheless.
Feel how your nose is a marvellous portal that only lets in what is good for you, how your nose keeps you safe, saving your life with every breath you take.
Trace the particles, the guests of your nose, as they float to your lungs.
Don't try to influence the flow. Just watch.
Feel how the particles enter your lungs, the great trading harbour of yours. Feel the exchange they make there - each of its own kind, taking and giving according to their nature.
Feel how they leave the body by the same route, shining with satisfaction. Feel how your body is satisfied as well.

Then rest. In... and out... and in... and out...
Repeat if you like.
There are no rules to breathing.
You can't have a "wrong breath". It's impossible. If you ever have a "wrong" breath, you die.
It's your own breath, and no body can breathe for you.
Well, it depends on what is breath, doesn't it?
Sometimes even you don't breathe.
Taking air in and letting it out isn't "breathing", one might say.
One might say it's puffing.
Breathing is an art we all are. We art breath.
The fine art of...

Thanks Margo - that's awesome :-)

And now for something from the gnomiki...

Dancing with the vortex

Welcome to the midnight hour – zero time – come down from your pre-eminence, come dance with all that is...

It was after midnight. Merry had been fiddling around with things, not really getting anywhere – just doing stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Oh – you know – internet, messaging, sorting out whatever needed sorting out – wanting to stop and read the book he’s enjoying so much, but held by things as we so often are.

Held by things? Sounds a bit ominous.

You’re right. They’re like limpets. They suck you into stuff – whatever thing you’re doing – and then give you the notion to move onto another thing until you’ve thinged half the night away, and you’re ready to hit the sack, drained by their carefully dangled carrot.

What carrot?

They play on our love of completion, love of sorting stuff out, love of what not.

What not?

We’re creators, so we love to transpose the infinite, the indeterminate, the quantum superstate into something meaningful here in 3D. We love to transpose all into every-thing.

And that’s what not?

Yeah – it doesn’t really matter what it is – because what is transposed thing in any shape or form.

And?

Well, thing doesn’t exist in itself.

It doesn’t? How can you be so sure?

I can-not, if you see what I mean. No... thing’s not in the sense that you are.

Play that one back one more time.

Ok – I’ll reverse it. In the same way you simply are – conscious awareness – life itself – what is fundamentally not.

...is not what?

Is only alive – is only present in the isness of conscious awareness with your assistance – to the extent that it can control or ride on your brainwaves.

Is that so?

Yes. What not is itself nothing

– but becomes everything when we allow it to take over our mind’s awareness.

So we shouldn’t?

Shouldn’t what?

Allow it to take us over.

Why not?

Because it sounds bad.

Yes, it sounds pretty bad, but making rules of what we should or should not do is failing to take into consideration the nature of Is. Rules are in fact things that come from what not. They love rules. They love us making rules, because with the help of rules they are able to ensnare us like flies in a web – and all the time we imagine we’re improving reality. The irony! Reality is perfect as it is – and has no need of rules. Every rule you create is a spanner in the wheel of Is. It’s like a monkey trying to improve a computer with the rock in its hand.

So no rules?

That in itself comes perilously close to being a rule.

Then what?

Not what.

What do you mean?

I don’t mean. Meaning is a form of thinging isn’t it... You see every way you turn your mind’s trying to steer you back into their way of doing things.

My mind? Why would it do that?

Presumably because it likes working with them. It’s evidently fun in some way and must give tangible results or we wouldn’t continue working for them.

Eugh! Sounds creepy.

Sounds creepy, but this is really quite natural. How else were we to make our way further and further into material reality? We couldn’t have done it without them, and they couldn’t learn about conscious awareness without us.

So “not what” – what's that refer to?

It doesn't, if you see what :-)

Not really :-(

Well... what is the thing-ing function of 3D mind.  It’s fairly automatic now, isn’t it – but at first – when we started working with them, it required constant effort and application to master the knack of what-not-ing.

It did?

Yes. We come from source – the infinite - the isness of be. To turn everything on its head and try to fit our cosmic presence into a little rational box of 3D material reality seemed strange to say the least.

Then why did we do it?

Presumably in order to arrive at where we are now.

And where exactly are we now?

At the point of no return.

Oh dear Merry – that does sound sinister.

That’s because it is – sinister – but not in the sinister sense of the word.

Then in what sense?

In the not-what unextrapolated sense. Sinister, as in left handed or the left turn. Instead of turning right as we’d normally do, we’ve made a gimongous sinister left turn and crossed the event horizon, the point of no return.

Which is what?

Well, it’s something quite astonishingly spectacular. You see we’ve gone so far into material reality that we can no longer reverse out. The only way is forward – and yet we have not the faintest clue how to proceed as we got so confused arriving at where we now are that we...

We what?

We dot dot dot...

?

That’s where we go through a kind of mental breakdown, except it’s not “down” at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Without knowing how or why, where or when, not to mention what – we find ourselves back on track. Effectively we’ve passed through the mythical eye of the needle – or like the phoenix we’ve rebirthed through the philosophical fire of what-is-not.

Philosophical fire? I thought you said it was a way of thinging, not thinking?

Yes, such is the nature of thought. We’re forever thinking one thing when in fact it’s another, or even more confusing – no thing at all.

Nothing at all? How can something be no thing at all?

It can’t, of course, and yet it seems to happen on a regular basis, which led some of the greatest philosophers to conclude that nothing is what it seems. The sheer brilliance of this observation left the entire universe breathless and flabbergast for longer than I care to mention.

But – er – why?

Why?

Yes, why should they be so impressed by something so ordinary?

Ordinary? It’s transcendental wisdom. The stuff of highest high.

I think you’re overreacting. It’s obvious that nothing is what it seems. What something seems is always going to be slightly, yet fundamentally, different from what it truly, simply is – isn’t it.

Well yes – but for human beings to come up with this in spite of everything they were experiencing down here in material reality – that was what blew us away.

It did?

Yes. Can’t you feel it?

I can – er – feel some of your excitement.

Do you want to feel more?

Yes – if that’s possible.

Of course it is. I’ll guide you back into your conscious-awareness. Hold tight. This is going to feel decidedly trippy.

Whhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See what I mean?

Oh my God. That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

Yes, and that’s what you guys gave us, just by arriving at the point of no return, and then, in spite of all your hesitancy and seeming blindness, proceeding onwards – into the...

The what?

Well that’s the trouble. From your perspective you were falling off a cliff. There was no what to proceed into.

Whyever not?

Because what only deals with thinging – and you were heading back into isness – so you were completely unable to see anything whatsoever. It was a leap. An act of faith. A mad moment of massive, inspired intuition – and you did it – even as you told one another that you hadn’t, wouldn’t and weren’t going to. You did it. And doing it you tripped the switch.

What switch?

The circuit switch.

Circuit switch?

Yes. You entered a new circuit, completed or closed the old.

We did?

Yes. What not no more – you discovered not what – your new PD.

PD?

Prime directive.

Er?

Oh, you know – the basic operating instruction such as “go forth and multiply”.

So we’ve had a change of PD?

Absolutely. Instead of thinging what not, you’re now not-whatting thing.

Not-whatting thing?

Yes.

Er – which means? Could you elucidate?

Yep. Not-whatting is another way of saying you’re now again is-ing.

Is-ing?

Yes. Marvellous isn’t it?

I don’t know. I don’t want to sound stupid.

Don’t worry about that. It matters not how you sound. The idiot that you seem to be is in fact your greatest achievement.

Oh thank you very much.

You’ll know what I mean in a short while.

The idiot – you say. That’s hardly respectful...

Respectful? Switch off the what-matters mind for a moment – tune into the isness – what I really said as opposed to what you imagined I said.

And?

And you can feel, sense, see that the idiot is a technical description – just like H2O.

I don’t think that makes me feel any better.

No, because you’re still engaging the mind-of-matter drive. Disengage that one and come into your isness. See the idiot for what it truly is.

Ah! What it is. You mean we managed to become thing itself? We shifted from I am to it... we crossed the parallel lines of equation into the other side – into thing.

Yes. Amazing isn’t it. Only a true master could have accomplished that one – so my hat off to you all.

Well, we’re hardly masters – there are 7 billion of us on the planet playing at being idiots, out of our minds in what-not.

Er... ever heard of holograms?

Yes, why?

Well, I don’t know how to break this to you Zie, but there aren’t really 7 billion of you at all...

What do you mean?

Can you feel the resistance? The idiot has to fight this one. The idiot knows it’s crucial it doesn’t accept that which fundamentally is – otherwise he/ she/ it loses the power to continue thinging.

I’m not sure I wish to continue thinging. I think I’ve had my fill of it, and humanity likewise is ready to return to its natural state of Is.

Then release. The proof is in the pudding.

What pudding?

Release whatever it is that has a hold over you – that’s holding you in it – the idiot.

I wish you wouldn’t refer to me that way.

That’s it – isn’t it. You’re in fact completely indifferent to this – knowing you cannot be an idiot, in fact, yet part of you has chosen to identify with it – and doesn’t want to stop doing so.

What would you know about it Merry – you’ve never experienced the darkness, the hell, the pain, the isolation...

That’s it Zie – let it out, don’t hold back. Experience your anger. Experience your lonely desolation. And remember.

Remember what?

Not what... not any thing at all – not... not... not... through the breath, through the conscious awareness, the body, the sensations, experience it and feel yourself whole again – wholly present in this unlimited, rule-less isness of be.

Oh! But how can I live without rules and restrictions? It’s all I know.

Yes, up to a point.

Up to which point? Oh, don’t tell me – the point of no return.

Precisely. You’ve already passed it and now everything is helping you to remember, rediscover and awaken to your re-emerging, incipient isness.

Oh. Oh... Oh.

Excellent. I feel you coming along leaps and bounds.

I feel strangely detached, and yet present... I feel –

Yes. Words fail, do they not – but that’s ok – we have other ways of expressing, tangiblising our feelings.

We do?

Yes. That’s what I’m here for.

For what?

To guide you back to the inner child.

How’s that going to help?

Because the inner child has never forgotten... is spontaneous, creative, flexible – willing to learn anything, and has no programmed belief that it can-not.

Cannot what?

Can-not any thing.

Beyond belief

Look Merry, it's not a bloody game. It's real life and at times it really hurts. When are you going to come out of your dreamworld and face reality?

Right now.

Well do something then.

Like what?

Well don't you care?

Of course I care. She happens to be very dear to me.

Then what are you going to do about it?

Why would I want to do something?

To help! Or are you just going to let her die?

Zie...

No, don't try and talk your way out of this. We both know you can help her.

Ok - we both know that anyone can help anyone else. It's a free world after all, isn't it?

Yes, but you've got a lot of experience dealing with this kind of thing.

True.

So you can make her better.

Not necessarily.

You can Merry. For Christ's sake. This is a human life we're talking about.

Right now we're talking about anger and compulsion. Let's not mix up the two.

Ok I'm sorry, but you ought to care more.

And to do that, by your logic, I ought to raise my voice and drain all my power by doing stuff.

I said I'm sorry. I'm emotional. Excuse me.

Actually, you're entering the drama.

The what?

You're entering the drama.

What drama's that?

The drama Jen's in the act of creating, with her pending death.

Drama?! How could you make light of this matter. Jen's not creating a drama at all. The drama's happening by itself. She's dying of cancer, and instead of you rushing to help her, you're making out that's she's to blame. I can't believe it. I simply don't understand how you can be so utterly heartless, callous...

Zie, that will do.

Merry does what looks like a dance move - kind of shrugging one way, turning slightly and arcing his left hand through the air in front - as if he's breaking a chain of thought, disconnecting something.

What was that?

Was what?

What you just did?

Oh that. Nothing really.

You er... did you hypnotise me or something?

No, the contrary.

I'm... I feel different... no longer angry. Why was I angry a moment ago?

Oh because Jen's sick.

Yeah, but why was I angry?

Oh - you were feeling powerless to help. You also felt partially to blame for it.

But that's absurd.

I agree, but if you scan your feelings you'll see it's true. We often start feeling responsible for the lives of people we care about. There was something else in there causing this anger, wasn't there?

Wow - it's amazing. I can see it all clearly: the blame, and also... how bizarre... some fear for myself. How could everything have got so confused; so mixed up inside?

Oh, things usually do. Such is the nature of things.

Their nature? Things have their own nature?

Yes, why not?

Because, er... they're just things.

Yes, that's what you're supposed to think, and what you do think most the time. But actually, if you give it a little thought, or make a few detached observations, you'll see that things live a life of their own.

They do?

Yep. In a sense they are alive.

No!

Inorganic life forms. Even if they themselves aren't exactly alive, inorganic life works through them and influences you, to the extent you can be completely taken over - like a house or tree smothered with ivy, or a ship with so many barnacles attached that it actually sinks as a result.

That's horrendous.

Well, I wouldn't go that far. Just because they're inorganic doesn't mean they're not natural.

What? These things are a part of nature?

Again, we need to be careful with terminology. The things themselves might be merely a vehicle or a vessel, but the inorganic lifeforms that can feed on you, take you over, train you to serve their ends - they're certainly part of nature - albeit a broader spectrum of nature than you currently recognise.

But... it's preposterous!

Absolutely. It's everything you're taught and trained not to think - after all, they don't want you breaking free of their tutelage, do they? But don't be so hard on them or yourself. Ultimately everything finds its own balance. If there's a vacuum then nature fills it - so if you allow your awareness to drop because you unwisely choose to consider yourself the top of the food chain, then you're asking for it really, aren't you. A little humility, a little circumspection goes a long way.

So, we're not, you're saying, the top of the food chain?

And you think there is a top?

Well why not? There's a top to every mountain or building.

Yes, that's true.

So what am I supposed to make of all this and - er - what did you do to stop me being angry a moment ago?

I simply disconnected from your drama.

You what?

Disconnected from your drama.

But how?

Very easily. I stopped doing... Started nothing-ing.

Nothing-ing? What on earth's that?

Oh it's nothing really.

Déjà vu.

Yes, I've used the phrase already - but I'm using it literally, not as a figure of speech. Why don't you figure it out...

It's nothing really - so you created a kind of bubble - a nothing that interrupted my flow.

Yes, that's about right - but it wasn't exactly your flow, was it?

What do you mean?

Well, you yourself have observed how quickly it all evaporated just as soon as I nothing-ed it.

Yes. Astonishing. It was just gone.

Which leads you to realise...

Oh my God! You mean it was theirs?

And who might they be?

Stop Merry. Don't make me say it. It's sickening.

It's nothing Zie. Let it drop.

Zie looks like he's losing it. Eyes glazing over. Breathing fast and shallow. Beads of sweat appearing on his face.

You're being a hopeless drama queen Zie. Snap out of this immediately. They are no better, no worse than you or me. We already discussed the fact that this is all nature - like light beyond the visible spectrum - it doesn't stop being light, does it?

Zie doesn't seem to be responding - but has at least stabilised in a kind of horrified dejection.

I'm going to teach you a very simple technique to interrupt the flow of what you think/ what they want you to think matters... that's one of the main mechanisms they use to control you through your mind. There's really nothing to it - so no need to worry about what to do or how. Simply play with me. Catch the ball.

Merry pretends to throw a ball to Zie. He does it with such total conviction, you might say artistry, that Zie's unable to resist and catches whatever the ball must be.

Right, throw it back to me, but remember, it's actually a bubble so you mustn't force it or it'll pop. You have to will it with your whole being - with your body and mind, as I just did... Yes, that's right. Oh wonderful! You're so good at this Zie, like you've been always doing it.

The two of them watch as the ball sails through the air to Merry, then the next moment it isn't there. There seems to be a gap in their sense of continuity. Like reality's just skipped a frame or two, but truth to tell, you wouldn't know for sure how big the gap actually was - any break, no matter how small - can be of indeterminate length - that's what Zie feels at least.

Oh. That was... I'm... er... lost for words.

Good. You're feeling better. You were having a...

Don't tell me... I completely lost it back there. I thought I was going to die.

You were. Had I not intervened you would now be dead.

You're joking, right?

Zie, this is not a joking matter.

No? I thought it's good to make light of serious things.

It is, just as long as you're able to face the truth, rather than run from it.

So what brought on this nuclear meltdown?

That's quite a good description really. Or you can liken it to anaphylactic shock.

You mean what people have when they get stung by a bee, if they're allergic to 'em?

That's right. The body completely loses it - you can be dead in minutes if you don't have an adrenaline shot.

So what's the link?

Well it's obvious really...

No it isn't. Try not to be patronising Merry, if you can help it.

I'm sorry, I mean - it's obvious if you stop telling yourself it isn't... if you simply allow yourself to know what you already know.

Ok - here goes... So this is like having a mental or biological tantrum. A massive overreaction. But why would the body or mind overreact to such an extent that the person's life is put in danger?

Good question. Let's assume that the bee sting, or the sudden awareness of them feeding on you was a truth you weren't ready to handle. It threatened to torpedo and unravel the whole story your life is based upon.

Ok Merry...  my mind freaking out when I started feeling how I'm wrapped around by these inorganic life forms - how they're able to control me and feed on me, as you say - yuck - it's kind of understandable I'd go into shock - but why would I allow it to run completely out of control like that, and what's a bee sting got to do with all this?

Good question. The answers are all close at hand, I assure you - and instead of providing them myself, I intend, lovingly and respectfully to step back sufficiently to allow your own cognitive-digestive processes to work. I assure you, your knowledge of these matters is no less than my own, even if you're not currently aware of it.

Somehow I find that hard to believe, but then, I guess that's what they want me to think... Ok. So the ball - how did that help stop the meltdown?

The same way my wiggle-wave did a moment before. They, and their 3D reality requires our complete absorption. As long as they have our undivided attention, they have us where they want us, and we're easy prey.

So you just need to break the link.

Kind of. Actually, it isn't even a case of "breaking" anything. That would give them what they want. They thrive on your struggle, your resistance, your fear and anger - your emotions.

This is getting to me again.

Copy me - don't think - just play the child's game - simply copy whatever I do.

Merry starts dancing, cavorting round in the most absurd manner imaginable. He makes some funny noises which Zie does his best to imitate, before he gives up for laughter.

So this is what you call doing nothing?

Precisely. This is doing nothing - because it's outside their box.

How's that?

Because it comes from the conscious awareness - from my intuitive knowing what is, as opposed to what should be or what I'm supposed to think.

So coming from what is breaks their this-is-what-matters diktat? Suddenly, tis no matter - and the chain of causality is no more.

There is no chain of causality to break once you're coming from your isness.

My isness?

Your inner nature - that which simply, truly is.

Ok. So I don't have to fight them.

There's no point. Resistance is futile. You'd be fighting your own shadow.

So, in a sense, you're saying, they want me to fight them.

Absolutely. That way they get to milk you for every last drop of life force and conscious awareness. That's why they invest such huge resources in all this...

Merry points at the whole surrounding.

They create this?

Not exactly create - but they invest a lot of time and energy to make it look absolutely real, and to introduce the kind of distortions that are guaranteed to keep you and most of humanity hard at it, like rats on a wheel, sweating for them.

Oh God - it's so...

Natural.

Don't say that.

Why not?

Because it seems evil. Maybe these things are like demons or the devil?

I already told you - they are nothing. They're no different from any farmer or businessman who sees an opportunity and uses it to make a living. They can only operate within the natural laws holding all things in balance.

But why would nature allow them to exploit us like that?

Answer that yourself. Detach. Toss the ball in the air and catch it.

Somehow it comes easily to Zie - he tosses the imaginary ball in the air, doing so with such candour, such apparent artlessness that...

Where does the ball actually come from Merry? Is it something you're doing that I'm not aware of?

Where does anything come from when you're outside this 3D reality of their making?

No idea?

Matter's a derivative of conscious awareness. It follows thought, so to speak. There's really nothing to it. We've always been able to materialise things - it's just down here in this symbiotic push-me-pull-you relationship with them it appears to be difficult.

So you helped me to escape 3D?

No - there's nothing to escape from. I simply helped you to come to your senses by applying a little light pressure to your focal point.

My what?

The point where you get to choose what to focus on - either this 3d virtual reality, or the isness of be.

Ok. So one more question if I may?

Fire ahead.

If it's a matter of choice, and if these dastardly things are able to take us over or devour us alive - why would we consciously choose this?

Good question isn't it?

Yes... are you going to answer it?

Yes, but not in the way you're expecting.

Oh dear.

I'm going to answer it by allowing you to see for yourself.

Oh... Is that - er - going to involve seeing these inorganic creatures.

Yes.

Er... Merry - I think I'd rather not... in fact I'm coming over all strange again... I

Zie, catch the ball.

Without even thinking, Zie leaps like a bionic goalkeeper, extending fully to grasp with fingertips the ball that's hurtling diagonally beyond his line of vision. Strangely he doesn't come crashing to the ground. He's standing exactly where the ball is, as if he never leapt at all - as if he simply shifted sideways.

Nice one Zie. You're a natural I see. Technically speaking you've just flown through the centre of the galaxy and back again, all in the blink of an eye. Amazing isn't it?

You're telling me! But did I really go so far?

Technically yes. You shifted through zero point, and that just happens to be at the centre of the galaxy, which then connects into the next zero point at the centre of the universe and so on, ad infinitum, but we won't go too far down that rabbit hole. Suffice it to say that the quantum leap you just effected so admirably has broken half-a-dozen of your scientists' most fervently held and lovingly cherished dogmas - but they'll get over it. They always do.

But if it was a quantum shift as you put it, then in a sense I just dematerialised, then rematerialised here.

Correct. That's another way of describing it. To some people it may sound less fantastic. You never can tell. Every person's entitled to his or her own preferences.

So there are other ways of explaining this?

Oh half-a-dozen, as I said.

Such as?

Er... your reality collapsed when you completely withdrew your attention from it, and another one, accommodatingly formed around your new attention.

Wow! That's amazing.

Isn't it just. But let's leave it there for the moment. Our chief purpose wasn't in fact interstellar travel, though we're obviously guilty of as much.

What was our purpose?

Let it come back...

Oh that. You wanted me to see them. And did I? Oh my God. Now that I think about it - I've always seen them. I've always known they were there. I've been complicit right from the get go.

Correct. And they are not so much "they" as you were imagining a moment or two ago. Perhaps that explains why you were so sensitive to this troubling awareness.

Not so much "they" - I'm beginning to see what you mean.

Correction. You're beginning to see. What I mean is largely irrelevant.

Yes. So they and I are...

We're back to the mobius strip are we not.

The one that has only one side? My God - I don't believe it - except I do... how bizarre. I'm able to accept things that were completely off limits a moment ago.

And all that was required was for you to leap through a wormhole that just happened to be positioned a few metres away, thus traversing the entire galaxy in the blink of an eye and landing on your feet in a state of more or less centred awareness of that which is - bingo - conscious awareness it is!

So...

So to cut a long story short, perhaps you now know why it's not necessary for me to involve myself in Jen's so-called disease.

Yes, I think I do, but you can still help her doing nothing whatsoever and that would be the perfect cure.

If, I repeat, if it's what she herself wants.

Well of course she wants to live.

But not necessarily to face what is. In our heart of hearts, of course, we know that death's no more real than anything else we encounter, but dying on the other hand - that's a powerful conscious awareness tool. We can achieve more in those precious months of learning to let go than our whole lifetime of service to things that matter. So, let us avoid interference. Let us honour her choices whatever they may be.

It's so frustrating - wanting to help but not being allowed to... Merry, I see... We have to honour where she's at in her journey.

And trust that whatever comes her way - even a seemingly dreadful disease, comes from the ineffable magic of a universe that knows no bounds...

That is willing to stop at nothing

To bring us back

To our natural state of

Conscious awareness

It is... I am

One

And the two friends disappear from the screen as the credits roll and happy upbeat mood music escorts the viewers from the packed cinema in a state of... whatever you're feeling right now.

Jen, meanwhile, has a near-death experience - so technically she dies but doesn't remain long up there in the milky white softness - returning to the turmoil of this world strangely transformed - knowing death is nOthing - she becomes an adept at nOthing, and nOthings a course through life that enables countless other human beings to awaken to the power of nOught within.

The End

or

the beginning

of every thing

or every is

that proceeds from
it

cuckoo la la

catch a falling star

if that's 

nOt 

beyond belief