Actually I was always trying to keep it short and sweet.
You didn't have much success, did you.
Nope, not really.
What went wrong?
Oh, you know, getting carried away, trying a little too hard to cram in more than really deserved to be included, or more than comfortably fitted.
And for that we have you to blame for millennia of misery.
Er... don't you think you're slightly over-exaggerating the extent of the problem?
Over-exaggerating? I don't think so. If anything, the reverse is true. It's been hell here on Earth for at least 10 thousand years.
10 thousand years? But I only started the blog a year or two ago.
Blog? What on Earth are you talking about?
Er... blogging. What else would I be talking about.
Blogging? What's that got to do with your creating the 3D matrix.
Oh that... I didn't exactly create the matrix Zie, more I redefined it.
Redefined? Not sure I...
Look, there's always something there in the background of huge significance, almost completely overlooked by the masses until one unlikely sort of person realises a way to turn it into something useful by overlaying some kind of grid. That's what I did with the matrix by inserting 0=1 – but it was only a year or two ago.
No way. The matrix has been around for ages. They even made a film about it in 1999.
Yes, I know, but you haven't figured out the way time works when you're operating outside 3D.
Well that's not exactly surprising is it – to the best of my knowledge I've never actually been outside.
Well, this time thing you're referring to – time, or space, essentially anything you like, even the matrix itself – they're all essentially iterations of the same basic line of code.
uh
They don't actually exist in themselves.
uh
Only if your conscious-awareness takes the bait and elects to run the particular line of code, only if you do so – you're hooked. Suddenly it all seems terribly convincing, terribly real when nicely presented by the hyper-dimensional conscious-awareness, such that your mind here in 3D is utterly spellbound, and nullifies anything that might undermine the illusion.
oh
This has all been discussed by seers, mystics and mad scientists for ever and a day, but unless you get to the point of experiencing it for yourself it ain't gonna make a blind bit of difference to how you lead your life, or what you're able to experience.
oh
Words, words, blah, blah – very overrated, wouldn't you say?
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No, if instead of words we start to dig and delve in the living flow, the (pardon the expression) quantum stream, the isness of be – whatever that is, pretty soon you're going to uncover some astonishing stuff; so astonishing in fact that you'll probably drop dead in shock or get assassinated if you blab your head off. Silence, you see, is the essence – so, of the millions of good folk who have stumbled on the truth, the key, or the underflow – whatever you want to call it, which is where things are really happening, things are really evolving, shifting, mutating, mating, interconnecting and collaborating in a naturally thingless state – very few have bothered to speak out, knowing full well it's almost futile, not to mention suicidal, to do so. In any case – once you've accessed quantum stream – dispensing with the "the" as there's nothing definite about it – from that moment onwards you realise that no one needs your help – that all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. In other words, they may insist that they're miserable and need your assistance, but at the quantum level you no longer identify with people or things in the same way, not least because you see that every person is in fact a summation of, not only the entire universe, but also everything that ever was, will be, and all that is not, the wild joker card flip-side of sanity which I don't want to dwell on, if I can possibly avoid it.
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So, that means you tend to leave well enough alone – recognising that humanity is 99.99999999% gnot, as in positively not, in other words a quantum field of consciousness – or call it conscious-awareness if you prefer – I honestly don't care – it makes little or no difference, and as such, it has very little in common with what 3Dly you might imagine reality to be.
So you're just going to let starving children die?
Gnot necessarily – I might run around like a headless chicken squawking about the need to feed and clothe them, and better still, I might personally get involved providing actual physical assistance, but I'll do so without disconnecting from the underflow, the simple truth, the quantum awareness that each of these children is in fact well able to take care of itself, and if I appear to be providing material assistance, it's merely because that may happen to be the path to greater flow awareness, greater isness within be. Those starving children are emotionally so precious to you because they're the ultimate distraction - the ultimate excuse not to take responsibility and recognise that they originate this very moment within your suppression and denial of gnot.
No Merry, that's insane. That's all wrong. Of course I feel responsible for not doing enough. No one should have to suffer.
Yep. I agree.
No you don't. You just said...
Yes – the folly of speaking Isly from within 3D. It's a complete waste of time. Forever, epically lost in translation.
Er...
Oh that – you want me to...
Could you quit doing that Merry. Let me finish what I'm saying.
Sorry, I always assume it's already been said, once I get the message.
Oh, so you think you're telepathic, do you?
Gno.
No?
I mean yes. Only kidding Zie. Look, I don't know, but I guess you wanted me to clear up that time anomaly?
Er... yes.
I just did.
What?
Didn't you get it?
Get what?
Oh God – you mean I've gotta use language? Damn. That'll be impossible. It always pulls one side or t'other – you can never quite say what you mean to say.
Well give it a try. You might succeed this time round.
Er... if I did that would be the end of everything.
What do you mean Merry?
I mean what I say. If I did succeed in conveying the utterly simple truth, the entire matrix would resolve it's internal anomaly, its baseline contradiction, and that would be the end of that.
You mean to say that the entire universe could be destroyed by a word?
Yes, why not?
But it's insane.
Naturally, yet no more insane than the fact that it was created in like manner.
By a word.
Yep.
You did that?
Well, not exactly – I think the Bible says it was God.
The Bible? What's that got to do with the Matrix.
Well, everything's got something to do with everything else – wouldn't you agree, otherwise what would be the point of things being things within a continuum – if they started claiming exclusivity? That would be the end of the quaint notion you just referred to as "universe".
It would?
Naturally. The universe is only universe as long as it obeys the first law of materia in universum.
Can't say I've ever heard of such a law.
No, you wouldn't have unless, like me, you hacked the operating system of material reality and started playing around with the source code.
Jesus, Merry, I don't know whether to believe a word you're saying or...
So, as they say, a stitch in time saves nine. Technically I didn't interrupt you Zie – I simply switched channels and you never said what you were saying before I made the switch. You were talking about orchids and butterflies in this channel, but we won't go into that right now.
Oh my God.
Yes, it's all fairly apocryphal, wouldn't you agree. So, where were we?
Er
Oh yes, thanks, God created the universe with a word, but not until I created the matrix a year or two ago when I hacked the source code writing my blog.
Er
Don't ask me how – sometimes these things just happen – in any case, everything's so interconnected that anything I did – you did, and vice versa, so I can't claim any credit whatsoever, and in any case, who would want to when you look at the state of affairs.
Uh
Actually it was a bit of an accident – I can't say it was ever my intention to – ever my intention – it was ever my intention to create a new forum for being – so there you go, and here we are.
Er
I was rather hoping we'd moved beyond Ers by now – oh damn, the timey thing – it keeps missing the stitch. Er... I've caught your contagion. You realise I'm not really allowed to explain how the timey thing works. You're supposed to figure it out yourself. I think the key is to expanding the present moment which is actually a lot of fun, if you ask me. It's like, one minute you're in a normal 3D space wondering how the hell you're going to make ends meet, and the next you're strolling through the palatial hallways of infinity wondering how the hell you ever managed to convince yourself that you were anything less than allful.
Awful?
This happens every bloody time. Allful, allful, ay double el eff you el.
Oh, allful! Er... what
Oh never mind. Look Zie, I apologise for being bad tempered with you just now. Patience is a virtue I remind myself every time I skim through the hallways of eternity, just to catch a glimpse of what's new, but you know, nothing much seems to change until, quite unexpectedly, some complete nutter like er myself – inserts a proverbial spanner in the wheel of time.
But didn't you say time's...
Swiftly switching channels – in the machine of mind.
Machine?
Click.
Mind?
Click.
Er
That's better. And that's when you find yourself back in the maelstrom of time and space, space and time, and it's all pretty intense until you figure out how to breathe deeply, deeply, deeply... Click.
Sorry Merry – you seem to have frozen – it was my turn to use the remote control.
Oh my God Zie – this is the historic moment.
Click.
When the disciple.
Click.
Defeats...
Click.
His master...
Click. Click. Click.
And the rest, they say is...
Click.
History.
The End
Screen credits. Nice music.
Special thanks to God and everything God is not – herein referred to as great not or simply gnot – an exquisitely misunderstood yet vital ingredient in in-finity, or perhaps this should be um-finity.
I did my best. I kept it short. But things have a habit of running their course, like fractals iterating to Pi's end and beyond, so honestly, what did you expect Virginia?
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