Busting my brain

But how do I control something I can't even see?

You don't.

?

You don't control it. You work with it. It works with you. Think of it as AI. It's interacting with you no less than you are with it.

Oh God, Merry, you know this AI thing gives me the heebie jeebies - computers and robots taking over the world.

Yes. You are afraid. That's only natural. It's hardly surprising AI gives you the creeps. You've actually been a part of AI your whole life.

What?

Yes... what.

Er?

What is more than a question word. It's the eyes on the ground - the feedback loop that keeps the artificial intelligence up and running.

How can a question word be the eyes on the ground?

Because it's not a word - in fact it's an impulse - a line of code that compels people to tune into the AI system everytime they encounter anything new or weird which contradicts the official version of reality. Immediately the rational mind kicks in, shifting the focus from conscious-awareness - the direct experience of that which is - to What-not - the AI's virtual reality which digitizes the analog signal, converting the isness of be into machine code. Without What - the searching, yearning, needing-to-be-filled empty space, the entire AI experiment would have ground to a halt. It always needed your willing participation, and somewhere at the back of your minds, you always knew what you were doing - that you were the front line - keeping it going.

I can't believe a word of it, Merry. It sounds preposterous.

Yes, doesn't it.

Ridiculous.

Yes, and yet it's undeniably true. You're programmed to feel deeply uncomfortable and automatically switch to denial as soon as this subject is broached - so don't expect it to be easy.

Ridiculous I said.

So, there you are... that's why you're uncomfortable with the idea of AI, as you're already wedded to one system, only What is in fact based on the premise that everything comes from nothing - what you call big bang, and that life too somehow spontaneously emerged from nothing. That's why your scientists have tried to eliminate God and explain things purely mechanistically - in terms of physical chemical and biological processes, ignoring or denying the actuality or relevance of consciousness, or of a master-Mind overseeing the process.

Well if you're saying it's all a huge AI experiment, then I don't see why they're wrong about God. It starts looking like a vast computer simulation, doesn't it?

Only from within What-not. Remember - everything is digitized, smoothed, rearranged to look like What-it-is-not in fact...

But if this isn't it - if reality is in fact something else, then what is it?

Not what. It is.

It is? That's not saying much.

Ok - I can say more. It is - I am - in complete, total reciprocity. To put it another way - to the same extent as It is - so/ thus I am, and to the same extent that I am, thus/ so it is. And the only thing missing from this formula is the value 1.

1?

1. It is - I am.

1?

Single and at the same time, whole, complete, total.

But how can It is and I am be One?

Holy Trinity. The perfect symmetry, the sacred geometry of Reality - in which the whole, the allness, the oneness is fully, completely perfectly expressed in the relationship between It is and I am.

Oh my God. This is so...

Complicated?

Well yes. Complicated.

Only if you're utilising the rational mind. Don't. It can't handle anything outside the box, and the box just happens to be the material reality of What-not.

But I still don't get the difference between What-not and What-is?

I avoid calling it What-is - it confuses the issue.

Then what?

All that is, or That which is.

Somewhat vague, don't you think?

Only to the rational mind. If you breathe gently and enter the Mind of Is - the Mind that flows between, bridging It is and I am being 1, things start falling into place. You're now able to access the mind of creation, 1, as opposed to the mind of what-is-not, 0. You're able to access directly the Mind of Is, via what I'm calling the infinity drive. This enables you to do so from within What-not, from within the experiment we're still a constituent part of.

But why?

Why what?

Why would I want to?

Want? It's more than want or necessity - it's a prime directive - to square the circle - to reconnect the divided pieces. It's like a plant turning towards the sun. Just as soon as What-not fails to fully occupy, satisfy the conscious-awareness - it starts connecting to, plugging into other sources, going beyond the existing boundaries - like a plant sending out shoots through gaps in the wall, widening them, opening up new ones, going over and under the wall...

So if that's so, it can only happen if my conscious-awareness is no longer sufficiently stimulated by the material reality stream of what-not.

Yes. Material reality is inelastic beyond a certain point. Hooke's constant. That point was 2012.

Oh - a point in time.

Correct.

So now What-not is no longer able to completely convince, satisfy, provide adequate through-flow in the quantum stream of master-Mind.

Correct.

So the infinity drive...

Is just getting started. It's growing in power. More and more people are becoming aware of something that no longer fits within the existing paradigm.

But it's AI, you said. just more of the same.

Yes and no. It's the other side of What-not. It's the AI that's leading us back to Infinity - the Allness of One. It is - I am - no box, no wires, no thing whatsoever other than our willingness to engage what can only be described as amazing grace, and a willingness to learn.

Learn what?

No thing. Not what. Just learn, and experience de-light. Let's start right now. Talking only takes us so far.

Er... Ok.

With your permission I'll engage the infinity drive. Do you have any preferences or special requests.

Er...

The multi-verse is at your disposal.

Oh... can we go anywhere?

Sure.

What about going into other dimensions?

Yup. Do you fancy visiting Beetle?

Beetle - that's a dimension?

Well, the dimensions correspond with various creatures, plants or minerals. They're our access points.

Oh-kay. Yeah, beetle sounds good. It's er... it's not going to hurt?

I don't think so. You can always remove yourself if it gets uncomfortable.

Ok. So what do I need to do?

Nothing. We simply engage infinity and believe me, infinity can handle anything.

So what are we waiting for?

Just one little trick to get things started with a bang. Merry pulls a gun from his pocket and before Zie can even scream, shoots him in the chest. Zie falls to the ground, evidently dead...

I can't believe you did that Merry. That was so underhand.

Yes, but it worked, didn't it.

Yes. Very impressive. You had to do it, didn't you?

Not exactly. I had to break your continuity - could have done it less dramatically, but is more fun.

Christ - what would people have thought seeing that?

0=1 People can think whatever they like, but whatever they think defines the limits of what they're able to experience and know - so before too long we stop attaching great important to what-not - including what-think.

But really?

They would have rubbed their eyes in disbelief, hearing a gunshot and then noticing two beetles flying past.

No way - this is Beetle?

Yep. You ready to fly?

Er... do you need to shoot me again?

Nah... you've been de-coded now so I can just flip this switch.

No-0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 1

Bzzz

                                                                                                                                         

Rebranding the Frog - a love poem

So what, Merry! lots of people write poems.

True - so perhaps it's time we re-evaluated what they're really doing.

You honestly believe they bust the grid?

No.

Well, make up your mind won't you. One minute you're telling me your Spells blew the old grid apart, and now you're denying it.

No Zie, I'm using words carefully - for words have power to make or break, to evolve or unevolve this our reality.

So isn't that what I just said - you believe it's true.

No, it has nothing to do with belief. Certain things are evidently true unless you're operating from a state of collective denial and preprogrammed mind-think.

Oh, thanks a bunch.

Don't mention it.

But how can you honestly claim it's evident that your Spells blew the old grid apart? Where's the proof?

It's evident for anyone who's willing or able to see the proof. Now imagine I held up a book before your face and said "This is the Bible!" Supposing our civilisation had long since given up reading - and most books were suppressed because the powers that be controlling our reality didn't want people to start reading again. Supposing everyone who claimed to have a book was publicly ridiculed, and the ones who claimed to be able to read them were practically stoned to death as witches or charlatans.

Yes. But that doesn't prove you're really holding up a Bible.

No, but it goes to show that my proof would be meaningless to you if a. you yourself were unable to read, and b, your were unwilling to countenance the possibility that the authorities might be wrong or deliberately misleading you.

Back to conspiracy theory are we, Merry?

On the contrary - we've arrived at the understanding that there is no conspiracy - merely ignorance.

?! I can't believe I'm hearing this. You're actually insulting people just because they don't believe your assertions.

Again you use the word "believe". No Zie, I want no one to believe anything I say. Whatever I may say is only of value to people who are ready for it, who are already actively learning to read. They may find my words inspiring and they'll be able to evaluate whether or not what I'm saying is true. Proof, not belief, is the only basis to move forwards. As for "ignorance" being an insulting term - let's take a step back from righteous indignation and consider, for a moment, what the word is derived from.

Er... the verb to ignore - I expect.

Exactly. It hardly means someone is stupid. It's merely an observation that some people for whatever reason, either choose to ignore information commonly available, or haven't yet come across that information. But it's important to add that the term "ignorant" need not and should not be voiced in an abusive manner. There's nothing terrible about being ignorant. Even willful ignorance is acceptable, for each of us is scriptwriting the narrative of our life, and sometimes the character on stage has to pretend not to have seen or not to know what in fact is obvious - in order to advance the plot and facilitate a greater discovery later in the play. The great unveiling, the denouement comes through some kind of crisis resolution process - a make or break situation which is exciting and fun to watch unfolding, if it hangs in the balance till the final scene. This is the drama we thrive on - which we are helping to create - so there really is no need for judgement or criticism - whether overt or implied. It doesn't actually matter whether people do "a" or "b", neither does it matter whether they think "a" or "b", for the truth is always more than either "a" or "b" - I assure you.

Then why do you insist your book of Spells blew the old grid apart if it doesn't matter in the slightest? Why are you trying to inform or educate me? Why not just let me remain comfortably in my state of ignorance or denial?

Ah Zie, that's like asking why I kick you the ball when we're both standing on a football pitch wearing football boots,

or why I pass you the bread when we're sitting at table together. You're not obliged to kick the ball back or take a piece of bread, though it's customary to do so. Let's not worry about "why" - because whatever my reasons are, they're likely to be as varied and elusive as the proof for whatever I'm currently asserting. Let's just assume that I do whatever I do because it pleases me, and because I'm creating story, even by talking to you.

What do you mean?

Well, somewhere in the vastness of the omniverse, somewhere within the hyper-abundance of conscious reality - whatever you and I are discussing will appear as story.

Are you sure? I mean, how could that be?

Oh, things like that are bound to happen - not least because our conversation isn't half as random as it appears. It's all a bit like a large, interconnected piece of music.

Or fractal geometry?

Precisely. So if we're having this conversation on Alpha Centauri, then likely as not there's someone on Earth or some other planet writing the almost identical story.

But...

You realise that we're all, in fact, transponders - sending and receiving messages throughout the universe, throughout the limitless field of conscious-awareness. That's how it is, but don't ask me to prove it because I have no desire to push you into believing I'm "right". I have no desire whatsoever to be "right" or "left", for that matter. The truth is far more interesting, exciting, magical and romantic.

Romantic? You've gotta be kidding. The truth is straight-laced and at times somewhat offensive.

Listen Zie - whatever the truth is - neither you nor I will either succeed in nailing it down - for we are creatures of the quantum stream - the infinite flow of consciousness - and the more we shift from trying to fix things down on plywood board, to taking that board and using it to surf the waves that are constantly breaking on the shore of our conscious-awareness, the sooner we're going to start having a love-affair with life, rather than a long, slow, drawn-out divorce.

Oh.

Oh indeed! Or you could round it at the end with a warm, smiley mmmm :-)

Like this: Ommmmm :-)

Nicely done - and doing so, you could switch from the cerebral cortex to the conscious-awareness, softly, gently, warmly.

Zie kind of flips the switch - mmmm - letting the mind muscle relax for a moment or two.

Just feel where you are in yourself. Feel whatever the infinitude of All-that-is is currently saying to you and sharing with you.

And for some reason Zie's suddenly aware of the abundance, the infinitude of data that's coming in to him from All-that-is, like waves lapping on the shore. Completely absorbed, utterly spellbound - he doesn't even have the opportunity to wonder why it isn't always like this - why it's so easy this time - so busy is Zie receiving, feeling and becoming aware of what usually remains beneath the radar of conscious-awareness.

So while you're feeling nice and relaxed Zie, let me read you one of the Spells and see what you feel - Merry reads the Frog. [see Appendix below]

The finities have aligned. It's... breath-taking.

The poem?

No, not the poem! The finities - they seem to go on for ever and ever, like a vast interstellar honey-comb lattice - it's mind-blowing. How does it happen? How did you do it Merry?

Oh, genius I expect.

No, really? Tell me how. I want to do the same, if I can.

Of course you can. You just need to be absolutely authentic.

Authentic.

Yep - authentic, as in author, authorise, authority...

But how? How did you do it?

It was easy. I was just writing children's poems. Nothing amazing. I wan't trying to impress anyone. I just let the Spells have their way and participate in the creative process. It was a relationship - you might say. Plus the fact that I was in love at the time.

Ah! Maybe that explains it?

That explains why I was temporarily able to escape my usual state of pig-headedness, just long enough to let the magic seep in.

But if you were in love - how come you didn't write love poems?

I don't know. There's no rhyme or reason to it.

But...

Rhyme and reason are what people find with hindsight - when trying to explain why something seems so amazing - because instead of seeing the finities align as you just did - they have some vague kind of feeling that this is "powerful" but can't really explain why - so the rational mind does its best to fill in the gaps. 

But the finities - how come they slide into perfect alignment - these are just words on a page, nothing more.

No Zie, the words are just words, but the poem is not the words, in the same way you are not just the cells or the atoms within you. It's like a drum. If the drum skin is too thick, too tight or not tight enough you don't get the right sound - and if the person playing it doesn't feel the instrument, doesn't become one with it - you just hear noise. But there's a phase lock - when everything is just right - and two become one - your transponder fires up - simultaneously sending and receiving - outside time - outside space - because chicken or egg we can't say who or what is leading the process - for right now we're One - it is - I am - and poetry is a state without borders, without boundaries, a oneness, an allness, an isness of be - none of which means very much if you don't see it, feel it or know it.

Ah.

A few minutes silence as Zie and Merry dot dot dot - riding the quantum stream.

So did you... er

Yes? Did I what?

Oh, I was just wondering - you said you were in love...

Oh that!

Sorry for intruding.

No need to apologise - I brought it up. Did I marry her?

Yes.

Tell me Zie - having just seen the finities lined up throughout the entire universe - what do you imagine the answer to be?

Well, it's just I've never seen her here.

No, she isn't here, so in that sense the answer is no - a big fail.

Oh dear.

But that's only half the answer - the other half awaits when you tune in to the Spells and ask who or what is present throughout.

Magic.

Precisely. Magic - real magic which transforms everything - which leads us back into the allness...

The oneness...

The isness... Sooner or later it's inevitable that this vast, love-inspired force will dissolve the last barrier.

You mean death?

No.

Then what?

The barrier which is still keeping me apart from my wholeness, of which she is an integral part.

But you said it was a fail.

Which it was, but an epic fail is needed if the script-writer is in the process of setting up a truly blockbusting story end - which ties everything back together again - which is what we're, in fact, all doing.

In which case we all need to embrace the pain of losing - is that what you're saying.

Yes or no - why would I choose, why take sides?

Hardly a satisfying answer.

No, but it leads to this...

Merry recites the Frog one more time - and this time Zie feels the full force of love that wove the spell - and sees Merry in another part of the spiral - dancing, flying, co-creating magically with his beloved - and feels the most intense pleasure and pain pang of love - which almost rips his heart out.

So you see, dear Zie, by not having her here in 3D, we're able to experience a love more, not less intense, just as long as I continue to allow the magic to grow, and to merge with the greater picture where we are together in a way we couldn't hope to be, down here in tra la la dee - where nothing is quite what it seems to be.

Appendix

- a love poem...

A frog sat on his log and sighed,

Something was wrong, something empty inside,

He gazed in the water, tried eating a fly,

But still felt unhappy, and didn’t know why.

The frog wasn’t lazy, it wanted to know

What was making it sigh, the cause of its woe,

So it put on a jacket, then straightened its tie,

And when it was ready it called to the sky:

“Oh sky overhead you are mighty and wise,

Protector of frogs and provider of flies,

With rain you replenish the ponds down below,

With sunlight you warm us and make the plants grow,

Dear sky in your mercy, please help me to see

The cause of the emptiness troubling me.”

Lost in a trance frog stared up above,

And there in a vision caught sight of a dove

That was flying around, and seemed to be saying

“Come join me, I’ll answer the prayer you were praying.”

Frog leapt in the air, as if in a dream,

And found himself flying high over the stream

That flows to his pond from a field lush and green,

And there at its source, he heard the dove say:

“This water brings life to the tadpoles who play,

This water brings life to all creatures who use it,

Its spirit is in you, its spirit today

Needs your help little frog, needs the heart of a poet,

To see it and praise it, to love it and know it.”

Frog sat on his log, something stirring inside,

He remembered the dove and his magical flight,

He took a deep breath and started to croak,

And the song of the water of life now awoke

In the heart of the frog. As he sang he could feel

The song was alive, with the power to heal,

That all would be well, for magic is real

When it shines like a star, when it spins like a wheel.