What on Earth do you mean Merry?
Well think about it Zie.
Er... it doesn't seem to help.
Ok. Try the alternative.
What alternative?
The one you've not yet tried.
Which one?
That one.
What do you mean?
Precisely that. Give yourself a moment to feel comfortable.
How can I feel comfortable if I don't know what the hell you're talking about?
With infinite ease.
Infinite ease? It sounds bloody impossible to me.
Yes.
So what am I supposed to do?
Precisely not what you're doing right now. What could be simpler?
I give up Merry.
Excellent. I thought we'd get there in the end. Now recognise the fact that in your apparent defeat there's a victory for...
For what? For whom?
So where was I? Oh yes, a victory for...
Oh Christ - what's going on? Merry? Can you hear me?
A victory for...
God... This is terrible. Merry's finally lost the plot.
Ah... there you are Zie. You see, instead of trying to look for something weird and wonderful in the world around us - you just have to realise the simple truth.
Er... what simple truth is that?
But you'll never see it, you'll never get it as long as you want it to fit your scheme.
My scheme? I don't have a scheme.
Everyone does.
Do they?
Nothing is perceived to be of any value unless it fits into that scheme. Everything else is ignored, overlooked, rejected, denied, despised or nullified if it fails to slot neatly into allocated spaces.
This makes things sound pretty hopeless, Merry. If we can't even perceive what does not fit our mental scheme, we're most likely screwed.
On the contrary. All is well.
It is?
Yes. Watch this... Merry starts flickering then vanishes, flickers in a spot on the other side of the room, then outside the window, then in the car park behind the wall - and Zie's wondering how he can see that if he's here inside...
You saw, didn't you?
Yes - but how? I can't see through walls.
Obviously not. No one can see through walls, but we've activated the infinity drive. "Things" are no longer what they seem. Our minds are undergoing a creative readjustment process.
I don't think I like the sound of that.
No. It's hardly surprising. But you will love it... and again Merry starts flickering - this time appearing in multiple positions simultaneously, in various degrees of intensity or coherency.
Stop doing that Merry!
Oh, that feels better. You've no idea how uncomfortable it's been living in that ridiculous straight jacket where everything is pre-determined by the rigid mental "ity" scheme, rather than flowing naturally as "Is".
Actually I quite like it when things stay in their proper place.
Yes, notwithstanding the minor inconvenience of planetary annihilation.
You're such a doomsayer Merry. Things always work out in the end you know.
Tell that to the people of Maldek, Mars, Atlantis...
All just imaginary places Merry. You do have a habit of falling for these legends.
In which case, I'm now going to align with the consciousness of one of those so-called legends. You can see what it feels like first hand.
Er... perhaps that's not so wise.
Perhaps not - but I'm done with talking...
Oh Christ - where did he go?
Zie feels the room melting as the heat becomes unbearable. Sickening. A vision of hell. A racial scream as an entire planet falls off the edge into the infernal abyss. Lost. All is lost. Too late. Too late we accepted the simple truth... Too late...
Too late... too late... No... No... - Zie screams, convulsing wildly, writhing, flinging himself into violent contortions, spasms of unutterable terror...
He falls to his knees, sobbing for breath, racked by the grief of an entire planet laid waste, like an aborted foetus - unable to make sense of what has just transpired.
A healing energy washes over Zie as Merry disengages from the frequency of Maldek, reconnecting to the energy field of Mother Terra, Gaia, Earth.
This is not just for us, Zie - it's for them too. They are present here in us. They are appalled by our sickening complacency - for they know where exactly it leads. They expect more from us.
Oh my God...
And we are without a doubt ready to awaken - to re-engage the power of Is. To discard our compulsive obsession with ity - things that seem to matter - a perfectly rational yet soulless scheme that is, ultimately, completely devoid of meaning - despite being a masterpiece of logic and reason. For how can meaning be derived from "it" - whatever it may be? How?
But we can't just discard "it" and trust in the infinite? We'd be lost in the quantum stream and no better off than the people of Maldek.
And what, pray tell, is the quantum stream that you find so fearful - so destructive?
It's a place without refuge...
For those things that you secretly cherish and wish to hold onto. Things like money, status, things like ego and identity... the very things that keep you trapped in a sterile version of reality that lacks heart, that lacks the depths of meaning your soul most needs.
I don't know Merry. I... I'm afraid.
Yes. There's nothing wrong with being afraid. That's natural and a healthy state to be in - it won't kill you. On the contrary - it will carry you into a place of power and light.
You think so?
No, I don't think such things. It's first hand knowledge. Nothing less will do. You have seen. You know. You carry within you the pain, the fear, the racial memory - but also the light, the love, the joy, the gaiety, the infinite bliss of all that is - so may your journey be full to the brim with...
and for once Zie is quite content with three dots - without being told precisely what.
Well think about it Zie.
Er... it doesn't seem to help.
Ok. Try the alternative.
What alternative?
The one you've not yet tried.
Which one?
That one.
What do you mean?
Precisely that. Give yourself a moment to feel comfortable.
How can I feel comfortable if I don't know what the hell you're talking about?
With infinite ease.
Infinite ease? It sounds bloody impossible to me.
Yes.
So what am I supposed to do?
Precisely not what you're doing right now. What could be simpler?
I give up Merry.
Excellent. I thought we'd get there in the end. Now recognise the fact that in your apparent defeat there's a victory for...
For what? For whom?
So where was I? Oh yes, a victory for...
Oh Christ - what's going on? Merry? Can you hear me?
A victory for...
God... This is terrible. Merry's finally lost the plot.
Ah... there you are Zie. You see, instead of trying to look for something weird and wonderful in the world around us - you just have to realise the simple truth.
Er... what simple truth is that?
But you'll never see it, you'll never get it as long as you want it to fit your scheme.
My scheme? I don't have a scheme.
Everyone does.
Do they?
Nothing is perceived to be of any value unless it fits into that scheme. Everything else is ignored, overlooked, rejected, denied, despised or nullified if it fails to slot neatly into allocated spaces.
This makes things sound pretty hopeless, Merry. If we can't even perceive what does not fit our mental scheme, we're most likely screwed.
On the contrary. All is well.
It is?
Yes. Watch this... Merry starts flickering then vanishes, flickers in a spot on the other side of the room, then outside the window, then in the car park behind the wall - and Zie's wondering how he can see that if he's here inside...
You saw, didn't you?
Yes - but how? I can't see through walls.
Obviously not. No one can see through walls, but we've activated the infinity drive. "Things" are no longer what they seem. Our minds are undergoing a creative readjustment process.
I don't think I like the sound of that.
No. It's hardly surprising. But you will love it... and again Merry starts flickering - this time appearing in multiple positions simultaneously, in various degrees of intensity or coherency.
Stop doing that Merry!
Oh, that feels better. You've no idea how uncomfortable it's been living in that ridiculous straight jacket where everything is pre-determined by the rigid mental "ity" scheme, rather than flowing naturally as "Is".
Actually I quite like it when things stay in their proper place.
Yes, notwithstanding the minor inconvenience of planetary annihilation.
You're such a doomsayer Merry. Things always work out in the end you know.
Tell that to the people of Maldek, Mars, Atlantis...
All just imaginary places Merry. You do have a habit of falling for these legends.
In which case, I'm now going to align with the consciousness of one of those so-called legends. You can see what it feels like first hand.
Er... perhaps that's not so wise.
Perhaps not - but I'm done with talking...
Oh Christ - where did he go?
Zie feels the room melting as the heat becomes unbearable. Sickening. A vision of hell. A racial scream as an entire planet falls off the edge into the infernal abyss. Lost. All is lost. Too late. Too late we accepted the simple truth... Too late...
Too late... too late... No... No... - Zie screams, convulsing wildly, writhing, flinging himself into violent contortions, spasms of unutterable terror...
He falls to his knees, sobbing for breath, racked by the grief of an entire planet laid waste, like an aborted foetus - unable to make sense of what has just transpired.
A healing energy washes over Zie as Merry disengages from the frequency of Maldek, reconnecting to the energy field of Mother Terra, Gaia, Earth.
This is not just for us, Zie - it's for them too. They are present here in us. They are appalled by our sickening complacency - for they know where exactly it leads. They expect more from us.
Oh my God...
And we are without a doubt ready to awaken - to re-engage the power of Is. To discard our compulsive obsession with ity - things that seem to matter - a perfectly rational yet soulless scheme that is, ultimately, completely devoid of meaning - despite being a masterpiece of logic and reason. For how can meaning be derived from "it" - whatever it may be? How?
But we can't just discard "it" and trust in the infinite? We'd be lost in the quantum stream and no better off than the people of Maldek.
And what, pray tell, is the quantum stream that you find so fearful - so destructive?
It's a place without refuge...
For those things that you secretly cherish and wish to hold onto. Things like money, status, things like ego and identity... the very things that keep you trapped in a sterile version of reality that lacks heart, that lacks the depths of meaning your soul most needs.
I don't know Merry. I... I'm afraid.
Yes. There's nothing wrong with being afraid. That's natural and a healthy state to be in - it won't kill you. On the contrary - it will carry you into a place of power and light.
You think so?
No, I don't think such things. It's first hand knowledge. Nothing less will do. You have seen. You know. You carry within you the pain, the fear, the racial memory - but also the light, the love, the joy, the gaiety, the infinite bliss of all that is - so may your journey be full to the brim with...
and for once Zie is quite content with three dots - without being told precisely what.
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