Margo's mammoth

...and thus, according to the conventional point of... What?

The conventional point of what – beautifully said, my friend.

Why are you looking at me like I'm a magician from a circus?

Is that how you see it? Funny. But that's true, you're a great magician – I dare say.

I don't know a single trick and I'm surely not performing anything at the moment. I'm telling you about an old dream of mine, the Bountiful Human Empire. It's serious!

Yes, yes. Of course it's serious.

I'm not performing any tricks.

Aren't you?

(a slight pause) No, I'm not.

You are such an amazing performer, you don't even “remember” that you are performing your trick.

I'm not – oh, it's no use arguing. What is this “trick” you are performing – er, I mean, referring to?

You know that yourself. And if you think you don't – just watch yourself. Bring a bit of energy to yourself. Your body is stupid. It doesn't know the next thing about the mind's conspiracy. It's like that criminal from a detective story – no crime is flawless, for the sake of story if nothing else, and the criminals always give themselves away – if the detective is watchful enough. So be a good detective. What did you detect?

I don't know where to look, how can I detect anything?

Search for your noughts. Your not-doings, avoidings – they often give more indication than doings...

And how am I supposed to notice “not-doings”? Aren't they absent from my observation by not-being? Besides, I'm not doing many things, you know – I'm not cleaning my shoes, I'm not standing on my head, I'm not drawing elephants...

Aye, but there's a difference between “not doing” and “not-doing”. Not-doing is coupled to doing. Cast a net but look at the wholes – I mean, holes – between the ropes. Cast the holes.

I'm allergic to metaphors.

The ropes are your doings, your expected responses, something you can hold and see. Holding them makes it easier to find the holes – what you could have done but didn't. Remember, we are talking about the body's reactions at the moment so keep it simple.

Like what?

Oh goodness gracious! Like why are you not looking at the right corner of the room?

But surely that's not important! I look where I like, and there's nothing interesting in that corner, just a hairy sofa... There's nothing to look at so I'm not looking.

You're not looking now.

So?

Is it natural not to look at whatever you are discussing if it's right in front of you?

It's not a rule.

No, of course it isn't. It's an extremely common thing though, done automatically, requiring extra energy to cancel it... Examine yourself. What's “wrong” with that corner?

I don't like the sofa's design. The thing is too big and hairy.

I don't care about your mind's explanations. I want you to tune into the sensation, into your not-looking.

Alright, alright... Though I feel rather uncomfortable about it...

Good – that's the first gates... What's there? What's uncomfy?

A kind of... Shame and fear, and a bit of anger... I don't know... But that's just an ugly sofa!

Cool. Take my hand. Look at me. I want to tell you something. Are you here?

Er... Yes, I hear...

Then hear:

One, two, three -

In the Gnomikland are we.

Fear and shame account to zero

We've nothing to lose, we are story and silly.

Fear and shame all you like in the Normaland. The Gnomikland is free as we know we are not real. We are cuckoolaled. Your normality is safe and sound as it doesn't exist in this land and thus can not be damaged. There is no face to keep. Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

(an astonished nod)

Grand. Check it out. Can you look at the sofa now? You never stopped looking at it though...

Yes, I... But that's - !

Yep.

A mammoth!

Yep.

A living mammoth!

Yes, I know.

But they are all dead!

Yep.

And how can it fit this tiny space?!

Yep. Nice, isn't it?

And you never mentioned having a mammoth in your room!

Yep. So you see, your mind invents a kind of a dress-code and many a good sight can't pass it. Mammoths don't exist; it's too huge to be here even if it existed; and the vital social factor – if it's really here then where is the confirmation? - hey presto, you edit it out and miss the mammoth under the rug. And by the way, I'm not “having it” in my room. She's visiting me.

W-what?

And by the way, - a deep, pleasant voice sounds, - We did not die out. We time-travelled when the human race claimed dominance over the planet. We merely jumped forward to the year after the humans dried the planet up completely and died themselves, unable to live on the dead planet. Then the planet began to revive itself and we came back and helped her...

Careful, Anne, don't frighten this human. He's dreaming of the Bountiful Human Empire.

But that's fine. Doesn't he know? - Mine is one time-line of many, and there's still a chance to come to the Bountiful Human Empire, to the Bountiful Planet Earth in his...

But if that's true – oh, the time is running out!

Time?.. Who's talking about time? It's story.

And you are telling it.

Right now.

You.

Your actions, your intentions, your own doings and not doings decide your story and the story of your planet...

And that's the real mammoth under the carpet.

Speaking to stones - it sounds insane

Oh come on Merry - you can't be serious! I'm not a raving lunatic you know.

Merry remains calmly silent, unperturbed by my outburst.

Normal people don't talk to stones.

More calmness. 

There's a good reason for this you know.

Still more.

Coz believe it or not - rocks, stones - they're just things. They're inanimate objects. They can't hear a word you say. It's like talking to the wind.

Ever so slightly Merry's eyebrows raise, questioningly. 

And don't tell me you think the wind's alive and can hear when you talk to it.

I decide to join Merry in his strong silence charade. After a minute's absolute stillness I hear Merry muttering something to the wind. Don't ask me how - I just know he's muttering to the wind - and at the very moment I'm aware of this - I know what's going to happen.

Ok Merry - you've proved your point - I interrupt him - hoping to forestall what's coming. But Merry plays all innocent and continues muttering under his breath. In the meantime I feel pressure building - an electrostatic pressure - I know what's about to happen even before I see the trees start to dance in the mounting breeze.

It's enough - you don't need to show off! - but Merry appears to be lost in concentration. Now  I feel the wind dancing, leaping around me in a way that shouts beyond all shadow of doubt - "alive"! This wind is probing, feeling, advancing, retreating, touching me in ways that are both disconcerting and exhilarating. I'm torn between the desire to scream with unbridled joy or panic. Never have I known fear and delight so closely entwined. It's like the life force within me has just leapt off the scale, amplifying everything I'm able to experience in the moment of Now.

Enough - I hear myself say in a quite different voice - a voice I never even suspected I had. No sooner have I said it than the wind is like a genie back in its bottle. Merry is beaming at me - delighted that I've found my voice of power, the voice of Is - for with this voice - whatever we say, whatever we state Is - immediately so. No thing can resist it. The entire universe bows to its command. It is the voice of creation that nestles within each of us, waiting to be invoked.

So, I'm  ready to work with stones you're saying...? and at this moment I'm absolutely clear in my head - I can see how Merry is guiding me in this magical process of self-discovery, of awakening.

But why now?

Your perception of reality has shifted. You've become more flexible. You're able to adjust to frequencies within the core of human perception. It will serve you well to spend some time with your brother sister stones. Their wisdom, their perspective will help ground you - help take you beyond what you've hitherto experienced, into stillness and perception that may at first seem alien, but which is nevertheless part of your one and all. You are learning to engage the world around you - the whole of creation - for all of creation is the template - and there is not one piece of the puzzle that is superfluous. Everything helps to open the allness up, to reveal the magic of what you truly are.

Ah! Just hearing it - hearing Merry speak I'm feeling it within. I'm feeling the depth, the solidness of the fundament. I'm feeling how I'm now ready to start engaging my allness - that the entire physical, material world, the entire universe exists for this very purpose - like a candle's wick - for me to engage, to draw me out of my cocoon, out of my compressed state, into my fullness, my allness, my isness.

Are you sure I'm not going to repeat the mistakes of past generations - and become an evil sorcerer - a stone worshipper or the likes?

Merry beams at me - and I feel such love, such candour, such playful gaiety that my sombre fears evaporate. I have absolute faith in the light I see in him.

Ok Merry, I'm ready... I say with a seriousness that causes us to erupt in laughter. The absurdity of the situation takes my breath away - and yet for all the laughter it's a solemn moment - a commitment to shatter the old paradigm - to engage once more the living field of Is - the entire universe - even the stones. No longer can I pretend that they're dead or irrelevant. How can I truly embrace myself, my allness, my isness if I refuse to interact with any aspect of all that is? So now I'm talking to stones and letting their silence speak...

and here's what they say...

A stone looks dead, it hardly moves,

And stones can’t talk, which only proves

That they are far from being like us.

They live their lives without a fuss,

Ten thousand years, or maybe more,

Patiently lying on the floor,

The thought’s enough to make you sore.

The world of stones may seem a bore

But they would say the same of yours,

Our lives are so fragile, our lives are so short,

All floating and frothy, a moment of thought,

Then our light is extinguished, before we have caught

A glimpse of the secrets which occupy stones,

And all that remains of us – fragments of bones.

In fact, they can talk, but not as we do,

And a stone thinks a stone is as lively as you,

Although they don’t move in this world, there’s another

Where stones dance and sing, which you can discover.

I know, I know, no need to moan,

There’s nothing exciting about a stone,

It sits there or lies there, with nothing to say,

It seems to be lifeless, does nothing all day,

And that’s why no human would knowingly choose

To converse with a stone. I always refused, 

But then something happened, I dreamt that a stone

Which stands on the side of a hill near my home

Was calling me…

The song of stone is easily sung

If you’re ten thousand years and still only young,

If you’re ten thousand years and you’ve barely begun,

Let the song of stone take you out of this world,

Like a boat on the sea when its sail is unfurled,

Let it carry you safely through time and space

To the land where a stone moves with ease and grace,

Let it carry you safely through space and time

Till you come to my home in the wink of an eye,

Where stone is supreme, where stone is sublime.

I knew it was madness. I went there alone.

I stood by the stone and recited a poem.

At first, nothing happened, I thought I’d been wrong

To do as my dream said, to sing it a song,

But then something stirred, I felt the ground shake,

I shut my eyes tight for they started to ache,

I could still see the stone, like I dreamed while awake.

The song of stone is easily sung

If you’re ten thousand years and still only young,

If you’re ten thousand years and you’ve barely begun,

Let the song of stone take you out of this world,

Like a boat on the sea when its sail is unfurled,

Let it carry you safely through time and space

To the land where a stone moves with ease and grace,

Let it carry you safely through space and time

Till you come to my home in the wink of an eye,

Where stone is supreme, where stone is sublime.

There I stood by the stone in the dead of the night,

I thought I could feel a strange glimmering light,

Like the stone shone within me, like I was a screen,

And the more that I felt this, the more that it seemed

That the stone and the hillside were passing right through me,

For I was a vapour, a sunbeam or moonbeam,

I could see how the stone’s world and ours move as one,

Like music and words that combine in a song.

The song of stone is easily sung

If you’re ten thousand years and still only young,

If you’re ten thousand years and you’ve barely begun,

Let the song of stone take you out of this world,

Like a boat on the sea when its sail is unfurled,

Let it carry you safely through time and space

To the land where a stone moves with ease and grace,

Let it carry you safely through space and time

Till you come to my home in the wink of an eye,

Where stone is supreme, where stone is sublime.

Yes, I know that it’s madness. I know it’s absurd

To talk to a stone, to believe that it heard,

But something deep down tells me stone likes to listen,

So I sing when I’m passing, and stone seems to glisten.

Ah, life is a mystery wrapped in a vision,

So go meet a stone, let it be your decision,

Though others may laugh, never fear their derision,

For who are we, what are we, all of us fools,

Just braying and neighing like donkeys and mules.

flying balls and sticky tape - feeling the edge

Flying balls.

You've gotta be kidding Merry.

Nope.

But, there's gotta be more to it than that.

Oh there's infinitely more, but that's just why you need to use flying balls to get in.

You've lost me there...

Because this is an inter-dimensional portal. Anything that you can understand or learn in 3D ain't gonna work. It'll just further entangle you with your existing reality. That's why no explanation is mandatory. The no explanation protocol ensures that you arrive safe and sound, as and when you're ready to do so.

Then what about the g-nome portal access codes?

42 64 33

Yes, that's right. Can't we use them to get in?

You can try - I don't see how it's gonna help.

But...

It's not a zip code or an IP address. It's only of value to those who are already in the loop. Look Evie, I know this is hard to accept but there's really only one way to access g-nomeportal, and that's through your conscious awareness. That's why I recommend flying balls.

But it seems kind of ridiculous throwing a ball backwards and forwards.

Yep. "Kind of ridiculous" is the perfect medicine for anyone hoping to let go of the inflated ego and morbid seriousness of 3D material reality.

But if it were just a case of tossing balls backwards and forwards you'd have all sorts of unlikely people accessing g-nome portal.

Which we do, but there's a difference between people playing with balls for a 3D purpose, and those who are using them to access hyper-dimensionality.

In what way?

Well, when someone's focussing on getting good at juggling, basketball or football, that's where their attention, that's where their energy goes.

So we have to do it differently?

Precisely. It doesn't matter how adept you are with throwing balls, making them fly. They just happen to represent two things which you need to join the quantum stage...

Let me guess - the particle and the wave?

Excellent. And you're the observer, but also the collaborator.

Right. So our job is to find the balance? To begin to sense how the flying balls are neither one nor the other?

Or both.

And how they're not really things flying through space, though they can be perceived as such?

Yep. They're more like field fluctuations.

And how this 3D reality is not really half as finite and determinable as it seems. How, in fact, it's no less indeterminable: a form of energy that is responsive to consciousness?

Good.

And that our conscious awareness can expand beyond the narrowness of the 3D mind, and we can start to access hyper-functions which would seem impossible, if in our right minds?

Yes, yes and yes. It's a case of blowing the mind - but not destructively with violence. It needs to be done playfully - with a higher purpose guiding you. That way you won't get over-excited by strange anomalies which you encounter along the way.

What - like balls floating in mid air?

That and other seeming wonders. You see - you're using the flying balls as a kind of technology, a metaphor or zero point - in order to find what's been eluding you. You're searching for the edge of the reel.

Ah. The elusive end of the sellotape that no one can unpick.

Precisely. Of course, you can once you know what you're looking for. But you've gotta feel your way and be a little patient. Without that patience - you'll get frustrated before you unpick it, every time.

So 3D reality has an edge that can actually be located?

Absolutely. It's a self-imposed construct.

Mind blowing.

Well everything finite has to have an edge. It goes without saying doesn't it?

I dunno. I always assumed that it was somewhere up there in space.

Nonsense. The edge has to be within reach. That's not to say the physical universe doesn't have an edge as such - but you'll never reach it - not by flying in a straight line, at any rate. Actually, the Earth itself is also an edge which is why people sometimes disappear through Earth holes, but that's another story.

So training with flying balls is the best way?

Yep. You need agility of mind, body and spirit. Playing in any shape or form helps to balance you. It's like rubbing play dough into a ball. Your rough edges soon wear away, but more than this, the play is a medium into which you channel your intent. With intent you coordinate breathing, conscious awareness and body movements until you slow down reality, eventually stopping it.

???

Yes - well it's just another way of saying you sync with the wave form of 3D reality.

How on Earth...

Well, once you realise that material reality is a kind of programme or spinning projection, flashing on and off... then you're able to feel how it's interfacing the conscious awareness - it is I am - it's a two way process. Material reality flows into, through and over the conscious awareness, while the conscious awareness sends photon packets of quanta back into the universe of materiality. You might call it a closed loop feedback system. The trouble is the conscious awareness is so much more than most people realise that they never quite catch up with things, and thus remain unaware of the feedback nature of reality - that the universe is only ever responding to you.

Ah.

So, if you're doing something simple, repetitive, graceful and artistic such as tossing balls to one another with the explicit intention of doing so in order to become aware of how the two sides are spinning together as one - sooner or later you arrive at parity. They synchronise and reality seems to stop. That's the point where the average individual will go and see a doctor, assuming she's been training too hard, or worse still, start believing she's some kind of great mystic mage. Then instead of hyper-dimensionality she'll get bogged down in her delusions of 3D grandeur, and start trying to manipulate reality to impress other people or satisfy her personal ambitions. The results are never pleasing.

So what's to prevent me from doing the same?

Well, it all depends on your intentions, doesn't it? If your intention is to unpick the sellotape in order to use it to stick a picture on the wall, then sooner or later that's what you'll do. Likewise here, if you're intention is to access g-nomeportal because you've already outgrown 3D materiality - then nothing's going to stop you.

But how do I know I've outgrown this reality, or it's just my ego taking over?

Well, the ones whose egos have taken over usually find another less peaceful means to locate the edge.

Yes?

Yes. They usually do so through some kind of forced event in which they sacrifice another person or other people to achieve their goal.

You mean like black magic?

Yes, that or black politics. Most of what's going on in the world on the big scale - wars and the likes - have this black magic aspect at play. Someone is aware of what they're doing - but it never leads to freedom, for the soul is excluded when any force is used, so they only have two legs to walk on.

Sounds enough to me.

That's if you're walking in 3D space - but if you're trying to access hyper-dimensions you need mind, body and soul. Otherwise you'll crash in flames. Anyway, the beauty, the joy, the transcendent magic is what comes when you bring the three into balance. It's like the illuminati pyramid.

Oh God - not that!

Yes, but see it another way. When you bring the three together as one - and you do so in a playful, merry, might I even say "gay" manner, then laughter and fragrant light is what you experience. It's expansive and liberating. You start to realise that life's a magical game-like experience which really, in truth, has no limits, none whatsoever, other than those created by our own unwillingness to be whole, and our fear of seeing.

Fear of seeing? Surely everyone wants to see?

Not necessarily, because when the pyramid is complete the eye opens and we see with absolute clarity. That's where the all-seeing eye has its basis in fact.

But why would we be afraid of seeing?

Because to get there we have to first see ourselves thoroughly, through and through - and if we're deep in self-deception... there's no small discomfort in seeing the extent to which we ourselves are in fact responsible for both our personal woes and the greater world's problems too.

But you can't seriously be saying, Merry, that I'm to blame for wars in far flung countries - in Africa or the middle East?

How can it be otherwise? We are, after all, talking about the infinite. In order to access the infinite, to go beyond the cosy confines of limitation, you naturally have to see how all is One - it is - I am.

Well, in theory perhaps...

No less in fact. This is more than theory. This is mathematical certainty.

But I never fired a bullet in my life.

So, instead of trying to work it out here in the 3D mind - you simply need to use flying balls - for once you're busily studying the magics of particle and wave, it'll be easier for your mind-in-matter to let go of the bone of contention it's tightly gripping and start chasing balls in flight it cannot comprehend.

It sounds a recipe for suicide.

Aren't you forgetting something?

I don't know? Am I?

You're true nature - your isness. It's waiting to emerge - like a butterfly from the cocoon. It needs little prompting to start reactivating the DNA codes that will make all the difference, that will lift you out of your flat worldyness - and g-nomeportal is a small yet vital part of this process.

How so?

Because here the game of life and story itself meet and interact; here the spinning wheels of hyper-dimensionality start to be felt, shifting the gravities of matter you're currently experiencing.

Oh.

So, have no fear Evie. If and when you're ready to make the leap and engage g-nomeportal - do so gaily, creatively, magically, and the flying balls will certainly be a valuable tool to help you find the edge of life's sticky, sticky tape.