back to beetling

not God

Huh?

not God

I thought that's what you said. No idea what you're talking about Merry.

not God

Third time lucky -- am I supposed to get it now?

not thing

Here we go again.

not thing

If I keep quiet and say nothing I wonder if he'll say it a third time?

not thing

Predictable or what?

Merry vanishes the moment Zie utters the word "predictable". In his place a small, brightly coloured beetle appears to be doing some kind of a dance. The idea that Merry and the beetle are somehow connected does not, in fact, suggest itself to Zie, who is too shocked at Merry's disappearance to give more than a cursory glance to the beetle. You, the reader, on the other hand, immediately see things differently, immediately suspect that Merry and the beetle are in fact one and the same, not because you are more intelligent than Zie, but because you are at a distance -- and things are very often clearer at a distance, are they not?

What usually happens is that we forget things that are deeply disturbing, or simply fail to see them. Imagine, for example, that I turned into a beetle...

A beetle? What's the point trying to imagine something as ridiculous as that, Merry?

Oh just for fun. Abstract. Isn't that what separates us from animals -- our ability to think about abstract things rather than simply focusing on the bone, the banana or the crocodile?

Er... I suppose so, but there are plenty of interesting abstract things to consider infinitely more rewarding than imagining you turning into a beetle.

True, but we're in fact investigating the flexibility of our mind, and the extent to which it's able to move in any direction without prejudice. Think of this as a kind of meditation...

Oh... in which case the very absurdity of the task...

will give the greatest result. Precisely.

Ok -- I'm game.

But you might encounter some resistance.

Resistance -- I can't imagine why? That would imply there were some underlying fear, some kind of association too shocking to contemplate.

Yes, such as the fear that reality could all too easily slip into a dreamlike state of non-sense and ab-surdity ad infinitum.

Do you think so?

No, of course not, but irrational fears do tend to unexpectedly poke their heads up through the leaf mould of life. There's no denying the fact.

Well, I for one have no such doubts. I'm not the nervous type. I... 

Zie pauses mid sentence as he senses something inside revolting, refusing to be denied.

I...  not feeling good. I think I need to lie down.

What is it Zie? What's wrong?

Er... nothing -- I just had a turn.

A turn? What kind of turn?

A... I don't know -- it was so -- 

Strange?

Yes.

A strange turn.

Yes. It was weird. Like suddenly everything was moving.

Like this you mean?

Merry suddenly reverts back to the beetle form -- or disappears to be replaced by a beetle, if you prefer. This time Zie's ready to not block it. This is going to sound kind of weird, so bear with me, if you would. Obviously, as a reader safely removed from these events by a cosy narrator and containable, controllable medium of words on paper or screen -- it's easy enough for you to remain detached, to nod your head knowingly, indulgently, somewhat complacently in fact, as if you know only too well that such things can and do happen at the wild and wobbly margin of reality given the right planetary alignments and weather conditions, but Zie right now has no buffer zone, no comfortable degree of separation, no means of containing what he's just witnessed. It, like a virulent contagion, is dominoing its way through his conscious-awareness, ricocheting off the sides of his many biased and pre-conceived beliefs, ideas, thoughts and narratives -- none of which are particularly well integrated or correlated -- which causes further tremors and wobbling in the internal architecture -- throughout the plate tectonics of Zie's conscious awareness. 

Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Zie realises his entire what-is-what edifice, his house of chaos prevention, chaos exclusion, chaos elimination is paralyzingly ill-conceived and feebly founded. He has no defence against the beetle now that the first defence has fallen -- none whatsoever. The beetle may as well be his slayer, his ghastly death conjuror, his judge, nemesis and book-of-life auditor all rolled in one -- for the tenuous line separating fact from fiction, real from unreal, life from limbo has been irrefutably crossed. Zie lacks the tactics, the detachment, the wherewithal, the wit to step back and re-contain, re-define or relativise this tiny, yet fatal dose of in-finity.

Like I said -- Zie finds himself strangely disconnected -- I'm willing to give it a try, after all, what have I got to lose.

Absolutely. That's the spirit, Zie. It's only a beetle, after all.

Exactly. I've fried bigger fish. I've coped with 24 mile tail backs on the M25. There's no way I'm going to be affected by something as small and insignificant as a beetle.

Precisely. But don't forget to make the bzzzz beetle sound and dance around, flapping your wings if you see anything strange -- just for the sake of the experiment mind you, not because you actually need to.

Oh, the experiment -- yeah, why not. I don't mind. It's kind of fun to test the mind's resistance, in fact. Just because it feels childish and absurd -- there's no reason why I should let those feelings get the better of me. Otherwise I'd not be the one in control, would I?

No, I guess not.

Something in my mind would be able to hold me in a narrow band of normalcy -- in order to limit my life experiences, in order to eliminate the true, wild abstract, in order to keep me from the ultimate expression of my humanity -- my ability to experiment and study not only things, but how I'm reacting to things, even abstract no-things.

That's it -- I guess you've figured it out Zie -- you've cracked the code, now what's that...

Merry again collapses back down into the beetle -- dragging Zie with him -- for the attention seems to be hooked by such dramatic leaps from one state into another.

Without giving it a moment's thought -- instead of hyperventilating Zie seems to know exactly what to do. Simultaneously he starts making the loudest buzzing sound you've ever heard -- which amazingly, happens to be utterly convincing, while at the same time flapping his imaginary wings and flying round in a hypnotically beetle-like manner.

So intent is Zie on his beetling -- so desperate is he to assuage the panic, the insanity, the in-finity threatening to overwhelm him, that he crosses the critical threshold of beetleyness -- something like a mini sonic boom, and the reader nonchalantly notices another beetle flying alongside Merry -- evidently Zie -- which presumably indicates Zie has now shifted through beetle into an other dimension or world.

For a moment I felt kind of...

But before Zie could finish what he was saying -- a huge flashback compels him to do the beetle sounds again for all he's worth -- to flap his imaginary wings and run around the room. Evidently he's experiencing another panic attack. The reader of course knows why he's doing this -- there's evidently reason to his madness -- but Terence who just walked in, hoping to pick up a few grams of magic mushrooms from his flatmate -- hasn't a clue. He's watching bemused, a little concerned, in fact, until Zie suddenly, catastrophically-unexpectedly pops the dimensional membrane, vanishing in a puff of beetleyness.

Awesome dude! How the hell did you do that? – Terence inquires, looking in wonder and admiration at the spotted greeny-blue beetle that is now calmly flying across to the far corner of the room, where Merry is waiting under a pile of unwashed linen.

How come Terence doesn't flip out the way I did, Merry? -- Zie inquires.

Use your beetle vision Zie. Observe Terence's spindles.

His what?

There's a kind of sighful, yawnish being patient moment while Merry sinks into mental stasis -- allowing Zie to do a bit of go-figure-for-yourselfing, which happens remarkably quickly given the fact that beetles live short lives and have to get their thinking done between blinks -- but all things being relative -- it's still an hour or two in beetle terms.

Oh those! Strange -- I never noticed them before.

Such is the nature of strangeness, Zie -- a kind of protective membrane which keeps us from seeing what is what until it fish-tail slaps us in the face, cold, wet and stingingly.

Ouch. 

While Zie and Merry converse, in the minute or so that has passed Terence is unsuspectingly feeling with his spindles, allowing them to guide him, to align and draw him into whatever dream state is necessary in order to transition the veil between worlds, to join Zie if that's humanly possible -- and strangely enough -- something tells Terence it is. Let's stand back detachedly, dear reader, and observe.

So my beetle eyes see things completely differently. It's mindboggling!

If you say so.

Ok -- it's weird.

Absolutely -- the question being whether you’re the type who embraces and welcomes wyrd, or fears and detests it.

Oh... hey, wait a sec... what's he doing? His spindles are all over the place. They're even grabbing hold of me. Aaargh... help.

Calm yourself Zie. Do the snake slither if you can't handle the situation and need to pop another membrane.

The what?

You heard me.

And will I turn into a snake?

Not in this dimension.

That's not answering the question.

Well, obviously if you pop into a dimension in which you can perceive reality as a snake and move your spindles accordingly -- then yes, you might as well say you'll turn into one -- but that's hardly a categorical, definitive or emphatic yes, is it?

Er... ow! that hurt.

Terence felt some kind of spindly connection with the beetle slithering around on the floor down there by the pile of unwashed shirts, and the next thing he knew -- it was like he was off on a  psilocybin ‎C₁₂H₁₇N₂O₄P trip into infinity. 

Hi guys -- er, how's it going?

This was another bridge too far for Zie who realised he was going to have to do or die once again -- so he gets down on his belly and starts slithering for all he's worth.

What's he doing that for? - Terence turns to Merry with raised beetley brows.

Oh, nice to make your acquaintance Terence -- I've heard a lot about you.

Have you? Er... nice, whatever. I guess I can spindle Zie to figure out what's going on.

You could try.

Terence extends some of his spindles to Zie and feels what's bugging the poor dude. At the very moment Zie's about to pop into snakedom, a wave of empathy washes over him, as he feels Terence's concern, and suddenly grows calm. He lies on the ground, eyes closed, panting hard for all the exertion, before recovering quite suddenly...

Yo Terence -- what brought you down here? -- Zie trying to sound as laid back as Zaphod Beeblebrox when Ford Prefect emerges from the near infinite improbability of the vacuum of space uninvited into his shiny new, stolen spaceship, Heart of Gold.

Oh, you know, just wanted to... suddenly Terence, Zie and Merry all start sneezing and pop back into human form.

Like I was saying... another fit of sneezing -- actually not exactly sneezing -- more a cross between giggling, weeping and sneezing -- and they're apparently now trees standing in a rather beautiful forest.

Oh never mind.

Merry, Is there any chance we can hold onto human form for more than a minute before these spasms grip us?

This should be the last batch coming up. Suddenly they're hiccoughing and er... squeaking through an unrecognised orifice until they pop once more back into common or garden 3D reality.

Terence, dude, what are you doing here? -- Zie seems confused.

Merry winks at Terence who's about to tell Zie not to be an idiot. Terence gets a spindle alert from Merry letting him know that Zie is new to this field of awareness and needs time to strengthen his spindles before he's going to be able to jump dimensions comfortably -- without the disruptive memory loss of fragmented conscious-awareness. 

I was trying to figure what all that buzzing noise was, coming from your room.

Buzzing noise? No idea dude. I think it's those mushrooms you've been ingesting -- I tried to warn you about their deleterious side-effects.

Yeah man... I guess I'd better be more careful. Don't wanna lose my grip on reality.

Exactly. Fortunately you've got me to keep you centred dude. Anyway, what's up? Fancy heading into town?

What about your friend, Merry?

Huh? Merry? Who's that? Come on, let's go. I'm famished.

wriggle room

Governments from the bottom of their hearts do the best they can to make the system they head work. Unfortunately the system is actually a bunch of individuals, so called "people", and doesn't seem to behave as systems should. In short, it's persistently and stubbornly messy. Either because the people are incompetent, or wilfully disruptive: they fail to march in step. If, however, they're compelled to do so come hell or high water, as soldiers during the first world war were, they end up hacking, disrupting the compliance entrainment signal of submission and conformity, not with weapons or high technology, but almost absurdly antedilvially, by writing poetry! Poetry, I warrant you! like David firing a pea-shooter at Goliath, and yet it somehow seems to work. Their pathetic interventions shatter the fragile consensus, the delicate composure and uniformity needed for great, system making undertakings. 

So what to do about this messiness? How to bring the cogs in our societal machine to order? Such is the dilemma faced by rulers who honestly, sincerely wish to bring the rabble back into alignment, to transform the wild, unkempt heath on which chaos proliferates, into a model garden of thingfulness.

Er... Merry, who are you talking to?

Oh... hi Zie, I was just rehearsing my gardenomics lecture.

Gardenomics?

Yes, or gardegnomics we sometimes call it.

As in garden gnome?

Possibly, or perhaps as in garden om, for the great om, even the common or garden om, is at the heart of a vibrational science.

Can't say I'm too familiar with vibrational science Merry.

No, it's not being taught at the moment.

Perhaps because it isn't in fact scientific?

Perhaps, but we digress.

Indeed we do. Could you explain why you're suddenly into politics Merry. I thought you were above such matters.

Above? Whatever gave you that notion?

You mean to say you...

No Zie, I don't. Politics and politicians are of interest and valuable to the extent that they reveal the real rulers.

What real rulers are you on about Merry? Is this your latest conspiracy theory?

Actually your politicians are only able to make headway with their political projects to the extent that these correspond with the administrative systems you're currently hosting.

Administrative systems? What on earth gives you the notion that I'm hosting an administrative system? It sounds positively creepy.

Yes, but it's not just you Zie, it's basically everyone, and naturally you're largely unaware of the nature of these systems as you're living inside them and have little or no opportunity to see what lies beyond.

So you say... but I happen to think otherwise.

Yes, that's as intended.

Huh?

Well the minute you became aware that you're actually hosting administrative systems which basically run you, or run the only part of you which is of any interest and value...

Which part?

The part which interfaces in-finity, which gives you, or them, access to unlimited inergy and enformation.

Typo Zie, don't you mean energy and information?

No, it's all cart-before-the-horsely reversed in 3D. I say and mean inergy enformation, which is both similar yet fundamentally different...

Well?

Well what?

Aren't you going to say which part of me gives them access to inergy enformation?

Oh, I thought you'd joined the dots.

Sorry you to disappoint, Merry.

Actually it matters little what we call it. What's in a name? In fact it's the system administrators who insist on filenames for everything under the sun. Otherwise their digital systems can't function integrally.

So you mean to say the alternative natural system doesn't rely on names?

Actually I mean to say the alternative isn't a system as such. It's more like collaborative, creative chaos.

With no rules?

And no rulers, like nature herself.

Oh my God Merry, as I feared and suspected, you're an anarchist through and through.

Ah, you see the host you are hosting will always insist you digitize analogue reality, reducing it ultimately to ones and zeros. Thus the in-finity that I encapsulate, embody and amify becomes a thing to label or name, for how else can it be incorporated into your system.

Cut it out Merry. I'm a human being like anyone else. I don't incorporate a system.

In which case let it be known that they, the system administrators, are embedded into the conscious awareness itself, or the main access link thereunto. From there it's a piece of cake to run the show and ensure you spend the rest of your life putting the cart before the horse in every way conceivable, providing them with the vast resource of your conscious awareness almost gratis.

Poppycock!

Absolutely. You see how well they're trained the part of your mind that you still have access to, to think? It will automatically, always reject anything that comes close to revealing the inner working of their system -- but what they can't hide is the footprint of their system in 3D reality.

What do you mean?

Well, everything that's been set up in you and through you -- then gets incorporated in the outer reality -- at the societal level. In other words, those dreadful governments you love to hate and endlessly berate are almost identical in structure and purpose to the same governance systems, protocols and procedures which make your inner reality what it is.

Nonsense. Absolute nonsense.

In some respects you're actually worse than the government -- because you're better able to suppress the opposition. In other respects the external government takes the lead and guides you into an escalating systemic dystopia.

I thought you said governments are working for us -- at the beginning of your presentation.
As indeed they are -- to the best of their awareness, the problem being that they have no awareness of what they're really doing. That part of the conscious awareness is inaccessible -- you lack access codes - you don't have the necessary security clearance.

And who does?

Oh, system administrators whose job it is to ensure that the system continues functioning smoothly, continues to yield a rich flow of inergy and enformation -- which is astronomically valuable and jealously guarded.

So, supposing your insane theory is right -- supposing we're actually hosting them...

Supposing? Just look at what you're doing in the world, to the world. Does that look like normal, natural behaviour? And yet you can't help yourselves. You're working for them -- and they're delighted if you destroy the planet. It's inevitable, as far as they're concerned, but by that time they'll have cracked the code which you contain and they'll be able to move on to the next level, the higher level of your life tree - which actually extends to in-finity and beyond.

You mean we're currently preventing them from going further?

Yes. Amazingly they can't proceed further up your tree until they extract every last drop of inergy and enformation -- which paradoxically involves destroying the very body, that most precious conscious awareness they are feeding on -- yet in doing so they'll be able to ascend to a higher level of awareness and attach themselves to your father-mother level of conscious awareness -- the part of you that still dwells in the stars so to speak -- the part of you which is the consciousness or awareness of planets, galaxies and stars.

Oh God Merry -- this is sounding so...

Ridiculous. I know. My apologies but words are words and as soon as we use them we get completely the wrong impression -- completely the wrong idea -- that's the beauty of their control mechanism. It's almost impossible to countermand. It's so deeply embedded you're convinced that you're thinking your own thoughts.

Stop it Merry -- you're giving me the creeps.

But you missed the beginning, the title of my lecture which is wriggle room.

Er?

Wriggle room -- as in room to wriggle about.

Well I understood as much, but what does it mean?

It means that no matter how rigidly they control you -- they have to allow wriggle room, or the conscious awareness shuts down completely and they lose their source of funding and feeding.

So what does it mean?

It means that in spite of their tremendous resources, their amazing control, their prescience and what not -- you still have wriggle room.

But they're shutting that down too, aren't they. You yourself said that the outside and the inside are connected.

As they are.

Well, we can see how governments are clamping down on free speech, free thought, on liberties.

Yes, which indicates they're running scared -- because the more they clamp down, the more they risk two possible outcomes -- both of which are highly unfavorable to them.

Huh?

Either the conscious awareness will get bored and throw in the towel -- the moment it decides this 3D reality no longer has sufficient room to wriggle in -- in which case they lose their host.

And we all die.

Not exactly. You merely disembody -- but it's hardly the same as death in the general understanding of the word.

Oh.

Or, the other alternative -- they make the wriggle room so tight and restrictive that they draw attention to themselves -- and humanity suddenly, collectively, without knowing how, just does it.

Does what?

Goes ballistic.

Er... like fighting a war you mean?

Nothing so crude. You see, no matter how much they control the conscious awareness, you still have the truth sense -- residual awareness -- and once they've lost their secrecy, once the iron claw is felt good and strong -- something shocking can and does happen.

Yes?

I'm not sure I should say, but I guess it's inevitable at this stage of the proceedings that it leaks out, so let it be.

Yes? What?

Pause a moment Zie -- this is something to be felt and experienced multi-dimensionally. Be calm. Be of good cheer. Know that you are truly one with all that is.

With absolutely all that is?

Absolutely.

Even with them?

Even with them.

You mean?

Yes...

Oh my God.

Yes.

So what happens then?

It's an iceberg moment.

As in Titanic?

No, as in the iceberg suddenly flipping over because it's grown top heavy.

So what happens then?

At the very moment humanity becomes strongly aware that things are not what they seem, that the not-rightness of this reality is systemic and runs deeper than anything you can conceive...

Yes?

At that very moment there is what we might refer to as a Christing.

A Christing -- as in Christ?

Yes and no -- this isn't just about Jesus Christ. This is the same for any person, no matter what their background may be.

So why call it a Christing? Isn't that going to be a divisive term?

Not really -- Christ is more a title than a name -- an anointed one -- one who's rising or risen back into the root directory of the conscious awareness.

Shouldn't that be "descended" into the root directory.

Like I said -- things are inevitably back to front and inside out -- as long as we're operating within a system.

Ok. So what happens -- how does humanity manage to regain control of the conscious awareness? Surely they're waiting for us and guarding all the access points.

Absolutely -- but a Christing happens outside space and time -- outside anything even they can imagine. It comes from the other side of in-finity, or Source, or God, as much as it comes from our side of things.

And they can't defend the other side?

No, because the other side is not countable or containable -- and because they themselves are part of in-finity -- it's fundamental to them as much as it is fundamental to us.

So what happens to them? Are they removed or killed?

No.

What then?

Er... it's more like fusion.

Fusion? Oh my God! You don't mean.

Yes. We embrace what we cannot hope to destroy. We suddenly discover that we are in fact symbiotic -- that we have, without realising it, been trying to figure out how to harmonise, how to come together, how to unite. Doing so we become one. We grow. We reaffirm the life edict.

But they're alien. They're monsters. They're parasites. They want to suck everything from us.

Yes -- but they are nature's response to everything we were not, everything we failed to be, everything we refused to be. Nature abhors a vacuum. Nature created them, created it to rebalance us or, if necessary, terminate us. In any case -- the only way to overcome their systems defences is by doing the opposite of what is expected. They expect us to struggle -- to try to pull free, to resist. They cannot understand or expect the opposite -- that we can find it within ourselves to love them, to embrace them -- to recognise the great One allness present throughout, present within them -- and to suddenly - wholeheartedly harmonise with it. As soon as we do so -- convergence -- harmonic resonance -- poetry in motion, the music of life, of love, of dot dot dot -- words cannot, words cannot, words cannot describe.

But...

Understand Zie that this shift, this sudden flash of awareness known as the Christing passes through the very heart of creation -- is, in a sense, one of God's own heartbeats -- is a moment of complete and utter transformation. Thus the rules of the game, and the game itself, is no longer what it was -- evolveth -- and yes, this path of evolution is not something new -- hath happened many times already. It's written into our creation code -- is fundamental to the conscious awareness itself.

Oh...

OM wriggle OM wriggle... stop

prime time whym

      

Merry, you can't do that!

Do what?

Saunter in and abolish prime numbers.

Abolish?  Who said anything about abolishing them?

I seem to recall you stating that they're all divisible by other numbers.

Only where in-finity is concerned.

Precisely. Surely you realise that statements like that are beyond the pale.

Beyond the what?

The pale: unacceptable, indecent, unseemly...

absurd?

absurd,  and actually offensive.

Oh I really excelled myself this time, did I not?

This is hardly a joking matter.

I know, but I don't see what I can do. The truth is indeed, sometimes, rude, even indecent, no matter how vehemently I tell it to behave itself. It doesn't respect our compartmentalisations.

Our what?

Oh you know -- the way we divide things up and organise knowledge, ideas, data by compartments rather than keeping it all in one mega data pool of all that is.

Merry, you're attempting to shift the blame. Regardless of how we compartmentalise data, it's still monstrous to suggest prime numbers are anything but prime. You might as well say a table can be just as easily a fish or a chair. These boundaries are sacrosanct.

Absolutely - otherwise 3D would collapse and you'd have nothing but chaos.

So?

So what?

So - you've contradicted yourself.

I have?

Obviously. You've just admitted that you're statement leads to chaos - that it's inadmissible.

Oh - that's what you mean.

Excuse me?

I was trying to understand how you meant I was contradicting myself.

Well it's self-evident isn't it. You can't have chaos and order, can you.

No?

Obviously. Not at the same time.

Look Zie - if we observe nature around us - we're always going to see examples of chaos and order moving hand in hand - like the water flowing in a river, the waves striking a shoreline, the wind blowing and weather fronts in the atmosphere. Look within yourself and any organism and you'll see the same - at every level - cellular, brain waves, blood glucose levels, you name it.

What are you getting at Merry? Just because nature has a certain degree of chaos...

a certain degree? Where did you get that notion from? Either it's chaos or it isn't. Besides - do you really imagine you can have order without chaos, or chaos without order? Do you not see that the relationship between the finite and in-finity is fundamental, whether the rational mind is comfortable with apparently contradictory paradox or not.

So you're now saying that the compartmental boundaries are not sacrosanct - that a chair might as well be a table, that 13 might as well be 7, or somehow divisible?

I suppose I am - but honestly - I wish you wouldn't take it all so seriously. We're never going to get anywhere if you insist on being so serious about things - especially words. The next thing, you'll be trying to define them I expect.

Well I don't see how we're going to get things straight in our minds, how we're to get to the bottom of things if we're not serious about it.

True.

True?

True - you don't see - which is an honest admission - but I do.

You do?

Yes of course. We're going to start by having a little fun, adding a little humour to the discussion, turning things on their head and accepting that nothing is quite what it seems - especially things as categorical as prime numbers. Surely you can see Zie, that they're teasing you - encouraging you to be categorical yourself - to ignore the fact that all things are in fact, to a certain extent relative - even prime numbers.

!!? To a certain extent? How on earth can you quantify the extent to which prime numbers are "relatively so"? I've never heard such nonsense in all my life.

Neither have I, when you put it that way. It sounds ridiculous doesn't it - and yet I don't see how we can get around it.

Around what?

The fact that things get dreadfully out of step when we start to consider in-finity - especially when we do so without a sense of humour and humility.

Oh - it's humility now, is it?

Yes, I believe that too is an important part of the equation. Without humility we tend to take ourselves too seriously, and our prime numbers become even more prickly, rigid and self-absorbed.

You're talking about them Merry as if they're alive.

Well yes, I suppose I am.

Don't you think you should avoid giving them human qualities - let's try to be scientific, objective...

We can try but it's not going to get us very far.

What do you mean?

As soon as we start using anything - even numbers - they become an extension of our mind, our conscious awareness, they take on a life of their own. We can make them heavy and intractable if we treat them with too much reverence, if we essentially deify them, or we can keep them in a healthy natural relationship with everything else - if we bear in mind the limitations of the 3D paradigm.

Er...

You see your difficulty lies in the assumption that there's nothing beyond 3D - that in-finity is merely a mathematical concept which crops up now and then and is somehow containable.

Er...

Which is understandable - as that's the defining bias within the 3D system we're presently investigating so enthusiastically.

Er...

In order to make this 3D thing work we had to essentially wed ourselves to it mind, body and soul. It wasn't enough to do it merely intellectually. We had to essentially commit ourselves to being 3D creatures, even if it killed us - which sooner or later it invariably did - for that way we really succeeded in making it work - in achieving a critical mass, a massiveness to our 3D.

Which in fact it lacks, you're saying?

Which it has as long as we remain massively committed to upholding, sustaining it - with mind, body and soul, for the purpose of continuing the experiment.

I'm not sure I like you referring to this reality as "an experiment". It makes it sound somewhat two dimensional - like we're just testing a hypothesis.

Agreed. It does sound somewhat offensive - but words are never quite going to fit either way when you're stepping outside the frame and considering the paradigm itself. That's why we need a little humour or humility. Failing that we require a romantic sense of adventure - a passionate desire to journey beyond the evidently absurd limits of what 3D presents itself as. Once we get excited about confronting the simple, obviously absurd sounding truth, no matter what, no matter how - then we reach escape velocity - then our plane takes to the air - then we finally get to see how all those contradictions in fact make perfect sense - once we're able to un-dimensionalise.

Un-dimensionalise?

De-compartmentalise - to go beyond the compartments, to dissolve them without necessarily destroying them - for otherwise we'll ourselves get hopelessly lost in in-finity.

And you think you can do that?

No.

Oh.

Thinking you can do something is never enough. You have to feel it, and feeling it you start to know you can do it - and then you figure out how.

Oh.

And you've figured it out?

It's already figured out - like I said - nature itself is full of examples of chaos and order co-existing in easy collaborative harmony.

Oh.

The only thing stopping us from seeing the above and learning the lessons is our rational mind - which is compulsively committed to serving and perpetuating the existing paradigm - the status quo.

Oh.

So, screw it.

Uh?

Screw it - add a little twist - a little rotation, a little spin, flare, torque - a little poetry in motion. That way we get back to considering dynamic systems co-integrating, coalescing, harmonising howsoever nature itself can and does.

Weak Merry. Nice sounding words Merry, but nothing substantial.

Absolutely. Nothing whatsoever - but therein lies the rub.

It does?

Absolutely - in no-thing whatsoever.

Er...

No-thing - in the absence of thingness, the fading away of things, the deconsolidation of thing.

Oh God.

In the relationship between thing and me, between mind and matter, between er...

Er?

er... one

er... two

er... three

bite sized packets of in-finity

You're not making sense Merry - can you try to speak more clearly.

Absolutely - just as soon as we've transitioned no-thing whatsoever. Hold on Zie - we'll be through ni a minute or two but it's going to feel a bit weird.

Oh dear - I don't like the sound of this.

Courage Zie - be of courage... one... er... two... er... three...

by the way Zie, you'll find the manual over there on the shelf

oh thanks

you'll have to dance your way over there - straight lines don't really work up here - try to relax and enjoy the process - then you'll figure it out - try not to be impatient - time is not really a factor - in fact - time or those impatient feelings of time pressing down - the urge, the need to rush, to get there, to finish what you're doing - these are part and parcel of life in 3D but don't cut here. Think of it as moving forwards on ice. Pushing your foot backwards as you normally do won't generate forward thrust. You need to move obliquely. you need to accept the multi-directionalness of things - you're doing fine - and amazingly - from a 3D perspective you're now flying through a wall in your study and fading out of matter - apparently rising up wispily into the sky over that purported cherry tree, to the extent that any thing can be thought to thing.

Oh

indeed. Oh

mmm - I like this - it feels so full, so complete, so...

mmm, yes, so natural

chaos in order

interdivisible primes

ah

ahhhh

who would have thought that dancing could be so...

feelingful

so whymy whym

indeed

prime numb ers

did 

i men-

tion that

with in-

finity

there are

no prime

numbers

each being

divisible

by any

other

absurd though

this may

seem

for what

in fact

are num-

bers when

you can nei-

ther de-

termine

 flow dir-

ection nor

time of day

without

imposing

your own

personal

point of view

your locus

materialis

on things

sing

friends

sing to the

stars and moon

let the sun awake

and shine de-

spite the fact you

cannot state

numerically

a value

other than

reflections

of the span

of your nose

and eye-

brows

if truth be

told

cuckoo la la

correctly

describes

sci-

entifically

this

apparent

break in the

fabric

of reaso-

nubbliness

the e-

nd

feedback loop

what if each of us

is our own self 

organising

intelligent

feedback loop

what if in-

finity is

no less than what-

ever can con-

ceivably be

thought

what if 0

=1

what if i

and you be-

tween us

make be

nought

the perfect re-

positary

for every it-

eration

time can yield

in finitings

of broken thread

dead by

conviction

until i decon-

structs its

very own id-

iocy and

re-

discovers quan-

tum inde-

terminacy

what if

skies and birds 

what if 

 eye nose

mouth and

bodyness all

reveal the in-

ner workings of

mind is

code for 

f-

or

fl-

oor

 or

fl-

or-

a

flower-

y

1

 2

2

1 

.

3

apparently not

in-finity is

not what  

you th-     

ink

it is           

                      

              .                        

give me 73 thousand zeros

and I'll give you

a bicycle made of

time

said Austin Ruddlethwaite

impishly

between two

      and nine

             point taken ,

0i

1s

the end - don't try this at home

Do I have to?

Not if you don’t want to.

Phew. I’ve never been particularly into death.

Me neither, but this isn’t really about death Zie.

No? You could have fooled me.

More about liberating the life force within you.

By jumping off a cliff? I don’t think so.

Like I said, things have changed since you were born. Your reality is no longer what it was.

So you think I’m now suddenly able to fly?

No. You’re no more able to fly now than you ever were.

Then what on earth are you proposing I jump off a cliff for?

Liberation.

Liberation? Sounds like a funny sort of way to achieve liberation. I think most people would call it derangement or suicide.

Yes, that would have been a reasonable description in the past, but like I said, things have moved on.

So, not being able to fly, I’m going to be liberated by plunging to the ground and splatting myself into bloody pulp?

I’m not suggesting you do anything I wouldn’t do myself, Zie.

So go ahead then. Kill yourself.

Ok, but it works best if you go first.

I bet it does.

Nothing like a bit of blind trust, is there?

Or blind stupidity. Perhaps you could remind me of the physics involved before I decide to immolate myself.

Sure Zie. Since we entered the new paradigm, a few years ago, you’re no longer bound by space-time physicality. That’s why you’ve all spent so long playing around with the internet and getting used to the idea of virtual space. It’s a cut and paste generation which recognises that things can be stored anywhere and retrieved at will. The same is true of you and me. But we won’t figure it out fully until we give the system the chance to show what its capable of – how it now operates.

So we’ve been upgraded, you’re saying?

Precisely. You’re no longer in fact bound by space or time – though these appear to be determinants until you get round to questioning and challenging their primacy.

Well if this is true Merry – how come there aren’t more people discussing this new found freedom? You’d think half the world would have cottoned onto it by now.

Many have.

Many? How many is many?

Oh – several million.

Several million individuals are no longer bound by space or time.

Affirmative.

They can just jump off a cliff and fly away.

Not exactly fly – but once the ground is gone – you’re basically in hyperspace – or quantumised, if you know what I mean.

No, can’t say I do.

Oh come on Zie – it’s the old particle wave dichotomy. You can be and are both – as long as you detach yourself from observation.

And standing on the earth, in your opinion, is the same as being observed.

In a manner of speaking – yes. As long as you’re safely attached to something or other you tend automatically to see yourself in terms of that thing – as a part of it – or as an adjunct or attachment to it.

So in the few brief seconds before I smash into the ground – 240 feet below – you think I can achieve some kind of enlightened quantum awareness – thus dissolving the 3D field lines?

Yes, I do. Look Zie, instead of endlessly talking about it – why not just give it a go. What have you got to lose?

What have I got to lose!? I... I’m speechless Merry. People don’t just dissolve into thin air you know. They fall and it hurts.

Not if they jump from a fatal height.

Oh Christ – I’m talking with a madman.

Look Zie, just trust me for once. It’s going to be fine. The alternative is much worse.

What do you mean?

Your world’s currently collapsing in on itself. It’s gone beyond the point of no return. It’s going to get uncomfortable, to say the least.

So jumping’s a big improvement – is it?

Yes. Jumping’s like agreeing to embrace the truth, the light...

The death at the end of the tunnel. I happen to enjoy being alive Merry. I was planning on living till a ripe old age – and you want me to throw it all away – just because you’re able to dematerialise, and figure the rest of humanity should be able to do likewise.

I’m no different from you.

Not true.

Once you’ve made the leap – you’re exactly where I am.

Which is?

Neither here nor there, back in black – the wonderful state of quantum indeterminacy. Finally, gloriously engaging three – the third, once again.

Once again? You mean we’ve been here before?

Of course you have. How could you doubt it?

Er – no one’s ever told me about this before. Why on earth am I supposed to take it on trust...

Take nothing on trust. Simply do the maths. Zero equals one. What more do you need. In-finity is. Not what seems.

Oh please – stop throwing mind numbing slogans at me. This isn’t some kind of weird suicide cult, by any chance, is it?

This is about realising what life really is, what life really means. It’s about catching the wave – and surfing it back into a meaningful relationship with in-finity – with all that is – rather than cowering from the storm of material things under the lintel of perfectly rational fear.

So I’m supposed to just ignore “perfectly rational fear” am I?

No, you’re not.

Then what?

Try this for size... Merry is gone, vanished without warning – causing an excruciating reaction in Zie’s mind and body. A silent scream of non-acceptance: this shouldn’t be. It makes no sense. It undermines the very essence of what is what.

Scream if you have to, or roll on the floor and have a tantrum – Zie hears Merry’s voice – but sees no one.

Hyperventilation. A panic attack – which stops as suddenly as it started the moment Zie becomes aware that Merry in fact went no where – was at hand – but in a different frame of reference. He appears to be floating in the air – but something tells Zie that is only how it looks. It’s really just a different way of organising or packaging the data – relative to what is what – the 3D frame itself.

So it’s like an optical illusion.

Does that really matter?

Then what?

You – your reaction is much more important. You observed how vulnerable you are to any thing that doesn’t happen within your frame – but what I’m suggesting is that all the changes that are now needed, now unfolding, now taking root – all of them are coming from outside the box. Period. Either you’re desperately hanging onto yesterday – or you’re ready to be a part of the new story, the new paradigm.

By jumping off a cliff? Why not just shoot myself?

Ok – if you like. It actually works just as well – only I prefer the old fashioned ways – and I happen to like the sensation of launching into the abyss. Nothing like a little gut wrenching vertigo.

Stop mocking me Merry. This is bad enough without you making fun of the process.

Ok – I’ll try to be serious – but really – the fuss you’re making – it’s hardly surprising.

Fuss? I’m just trying to avoid

The inevitable.

Maybe you’re right Merry, but I don’t see millions of people lining up to throw themselves into the arms of mother gravity.

No, but someone’s got to lead by example.

Yes – all those nutters doing bungy jumps or wingsuit flights – they’re doing pretty well.

Actually they’re not coming close. This has to be an all or nothing action. You have to firmly, irrevocably embrace and/or engage in-finity – only then can the default programme kick in and lift you into other – the reverse side of matter. Only then can you experience the bodiless life force – the oneness – the allness – the isness of be.

Words, words and more words – all trying to lead me into an unprovoked, unnecessary suicide attempt.

Exactly – now instead of chatting inanely – feel the fear, the excitement, the in-sanity, breathe it, experience it – feel the energy flows within you, around you, throughout. You’re not in any way endeavouring to kill yourself. On the contrary – you’re reaching out for, looking to embrace life – beautifully, magically, absolutely.

How noble minded of me – and I’m sure I’ll go splat with a big, self-righteous grin on my face.

Suspend your disbelief Zie – don’t commit yourself – just breathe the feelings – the emotions – the moment full of adrenalin, fear and blood pulsing in your ears – until something within – your inner voice – lets you know whether you’re ready or not to proceed. Let it come from within – not from me or anyone else.

This does the trick. Zie allows the abstract to wrap itself around him – and suddenly – one, two, three – he’s spinning into the void.

to be continued, if 0=1.