critical waypoints

How much longer Merry?

Oh, not much longer I expect.

It’s just I’m famished.

Yes, that usually helps.

Helps?

Absolutely. When your stomach’s empty you’re closer to being sober.

Sober? You make it sound like food’s some kind of drug.

Which it is. A veritable potpourri of highly addictive drugs. Sugar’s the worst offender, but it’s food in general which soothes and calms the mind and makes it possible to spend an entire lifetime avoiding the basics, skirting round the life and death issues which are crying out for attention.

Life and death!?  Being a bit melodramatic, aren’t we?

Not in the least. There are certain waypoints in your life. Failure to clear them within a specific timeframe more or less guarantees you’ll die.

What? How?

Any how.

Look Merry, try and make things a little clearer if it’s not too much trouble.

How? You can die any how. Just brainstorm a hundred different causes of death and you have your answer.

But where’s the logic? How can cause of death be completely undetermined by failing to pass a waypoint.

Because the waypoints are not in 3D, are they? They’re in the underlying non-physical landscape, which is just as real when you tune into it, which you absolutely have to do, consciously or unconsciously, if you want to live on, into the next section of your lifestream.

Ok, but that doesn’t explain why failure to swipe your ticket at the given terminal can translate into absolutely any possible cause of death. How could a car be made to kill me? Does the matrix control every single driver, or the mechanical parts of a moving vehicle?

No, yes, who cares.

Ah, so you don’t have an intelligent answer.

Apparently not, but supposing your question precludes an intelligent answer...

What do you mean?

You’re trying to understand the mechanics of how quantum non-dimensional reality – reality that is the direct cause, the basis for whatever is happening here in 3D – works.

Yes, what’s wrong with that?

Nothing, unless you’re trying to do so without bothering to tune into 0=1, to see, to feel, to experience for yourself.

Oh, like that is it? You can’t explain unless I already know?

The question is why you’d want to rely on my explanation without doing your own due diligence. Imagine I told you to invest all your money in a stock you had no knowledge of...

That wouldn’t be so bad if you were my financial adviser.

If, but imagine that I too had never bothered to do due diligence, but was likewise relying on the advice of a friend or so called financial adviser.

What is it with all the ifs Merry?

There are way too many variables once you approach infinity – which is why we have to go back to basics, which is why none of our assumptions, including the words we’re using here in 3D, which we blithely assume to be fair and accurate at describing things and not-things alike – fail to add up, fail to hold water, fail to hit the mark, fail to...

Ok – I think I’ve got the message.

Think of it like a shadow of an object falling on a surface. It could be any shape whatsoever, depending on the topology of that surface. a Square shadow could become round or vice versa, depending on the contours and gradients of the not necessarily flat surface. The question I might ask is are we not assuming here in 3D that our reality itself is structurally flat, conformist, consistent throughout – in the same way scientists blithely assumed that space was fairly uniform – which it evidently isn’t.

No? I thought it’s a vacuum.

Well so did everyone else practically. No harm in making assumptions just as long as you’re willing to adjust them when new evidence, new data comes to light.

So space isn’t uniform – it’s not just a vacuum?

How can it be? It’s full of stuff – energy waves, particles, dust, gas, background radiation and who knows, perhaps low density beings.

Oh come on Merry, pull the other one. There are no creatures living in space.

I never said there were. I used the word “perhaps”, and anyone unwilling to accept the limits of his/ her knowledge is evidently unaware of the scale or scope of what we’re referring to as in-finity. Say goodbye to all your convenient certainties, hello to an age of water, an age of flow, of the continuum, a quantum age where either/ or replaces the matter of fact – so beloved of yore.

Er... whatever Merry. You’re getting all evangelical and you know how I feel about all that.

I’m suggesting what whatever you think you know is only true up to a certain point, and so, to go beyond the pointedness of knowing things we need a new interface, a new operating platform with which to perceive or experience the greater reality, the isness of be, 0=1.

So I have to starve in order to reach that interface – is that what you’re saying?

Not necessarily.

How did I guess?

In your case a little starving is a definite plus as you’re so consumed by your cleverness and knowingness that you’ll never even guess their limitations.

Oh.

Because you’re obtuse and prosaic. You’ve not yet connected with the poetry in your soul. You’ve not yet flapped your cosmic wings.

Oh – and you have?

Let’s just say that I’ve passed a few waypoints, and I each time I was completely, utterly blown away, found myself in terra incognito, found myself fascinated, delighted, amazed, enraptured and at the same time appalled.

I’m not sure I like the idea of these waypoints, even if they can extend my life.

They’re just markers, messengers, portals along the way which have to be negotiated. In some respects they’re nothing whatsoever – you, your journey, your passage is everything.

And what, pray tell, is my passage? I assume you’re not referring to a 3D physical journey.

Correct. Your passage through life. The degree or extent to which you recognise, accept and play the music of your life; the extent to which you expand into and fill the vessel of your self.

Doing the best you can? That sort of thing?

Or sometimes doing nought – rather than filling your day with time fillers, with stuff and nonsense that’s really designed to distract.

Oh.

The best might not be enough. For example, your rational mind may stop you in your tracks – may tell you not to jump off the top of the bridge, not to believe you can actually fly, whereas your heart, your innermost essence says you can – that you must – that you have to stop relying on the 3D template which only allows movement in certain prescribed pathways. You have to let the music, the syncopated beat of in-finity take over at times, lifting you into another state of awareness, an other state of being.

You mean I need to go batty and get myself killed, jumping off the top of a building to my certain death 3.4 seconds down below.

Or face your certain death if you miss one of the waypoints – either because you were afraid to leap off the top of the building, or because your rational mind failed to notice the edge of things – how reality can be a cut and paste patchwork of levels, of plates or seemingly contradictory movements. The minute you get too attached to one, the minute you lose the flow, the allness, the oneness, the isness, is the minute you consign yourself to death, which only becomes a possibility when you identify with 3D more than the quantum stream your part of or party to.

Part of or party to? You do try to make things as complicated as possible, don’t you Merry.

It is  i am – once we dispense with the need or possibility of stating what exactly is what, we find ourself in a different kind of reality, a different landscape or mindscape.

Predictably vague Merry.

It has certainties of a different order.

It does? Surprise me.

Instead of pinning your hopes on things being certain materially speaking, we accept that things are always going to be either/or, essentially fluctuating within a field of your own conscious awareness – the so called quantum field.

So – no certainties is what you’re saying.

So instead of things being the panacea you’re looking for, we move on to the relationship between things – anything whatsoever – and you the i am observer.

You er... forgot to capitalise that I.

Did i?

Oh – it was deliberate was it?

Yes, a different kind of i. Not the thingified, corporate I that is one of the keystones of 3D materiality. Instead a quixotic, whimsical i that is part of an equation, a relationship between itself and everything else – all that is.

In other words something so hopelessly vast and vague I’ll never make head or tails of it.

Correct – rationally you’ll never figure it out – which is why i didn’t even bother to answer your perfectly rational question about how any death whatsoever can be the result of failing to click through the waypoint in question, for as long as you try to figure it out rationally you’re not going to get on with the basic mathematics that is an essential component of quantum streaming.

Mathematics – you know I hate maths. I was never any good at it at all.

Fine. This is a different kind of maths. It’s one where you’re the equation in real time – you’re the Mandelbrot set, if you like, streaming in-finity from the underside of reality in the shape of a beetle.

What? Why a beetle?

Who cares. The beetle or something that looks kind of like a beetle keeps popping up from time to time as the Mandelbrot set iterates its way towards in-finity. But let’s not get too focussed on the imagery. Let’s understand instead how now we’re in a reality where everything and anything is only as real as i am: a reality in which i can no longer separate myself from what is there and assume i’m not already part of it – or assume that it’s not in some way responding to my conscious awareness.

Oh God. This is way too much.

I agree. Let’s try the alternative to thought.

What?

Well, didn’t you notice as we’ve been chatting that you stopped feeling hungry?

Oh – no, you never notice these things do you? but yes, you’re right – the hunger pangs stopped biting for a while.

A little thought and they’ll come back I expect.

They already are.

Not if i suddenly toss you into space.

You wouldn’t. Merry. Don’t even think of it.

3 – 2 – 1

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

1 – 2 – 3

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You can stop screaming now.

I...

Yes.

I...

Yes.

I... what happened? I don’t get it.

No.

I... was falling in infinity – so to speak – like Alice falling down the rabbit hole – certain I was going to crash and be crushed

And then?

1 – 2 – 3  i saw myself going the other way.

Small I Zie. Is that a typo?

No, i don’t think it is. What’s happening Merry? What did you do to me?

Me? Why do you always imagine i did anything?

Probably because you’re not using a 3D capitalised I. That’s certainly indicative of subversiveness.

Ah, how observant you are. But you still haven’t put 3 and 3 together Zie.

2 and 2 Merry, not 3 and 3. Do you have to dispense with all idiomatic conventions in your quest to be original?

No, but in this instance i was referring specifically to the matter in hand.

Er...

The matter of putting together 3 and 3, without which we’re never going to get anywhere.

Why do i have the terrible feeling this mathematics is not going to be the calm and peaceful head scratching sort.

Oh, instinct, gut feeling, prescience – we all have a little of it, don’t we?

I...

Ah ha – you’ve recapitalised. Here we go

No!

3

No!

2

O

1

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hey diddle diddle

the cat and the fiddle

the cow jumped over the moon

the little dog laughed to see such fun

and the dish ran away with the spoon

Now where was I? Oh Zie, i nearly forgot, silly me 1 – 2 – 3

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i have to admit, Zie, that i was no different from you.

No? I find that hard to believe.

You see – you recapitalised immediately this time.

Did i?

Ah ha – it’s all change now, isn’t it? Do you want one more pass?

Yes – one more will do. I can’t believe i just said that. Who in their right mind would want to pass No?

Someone who’s in two minds perhaps – or who’s already just about figured out something pretty substantial about the nature of is.

The nature of is – yes, as opposed to the nature of things... it’s coming to me Merry. Throw me again, i need to know.

Ok. Let’s dispense with all the counting – better still, why don’t you do it yourself?

Me? How on earth am i to... oh – ok – it’s like that is it? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Music to my ears Zie – amazing how the mind opens up and starts seeing... oh – where did he go. How quickly my chicks leave the nest. At times I feel almost sorry to see them go. Now, where was I?

Hickory dickory dock

the mouse ran up the clock

the clock struck one

the mouse ran down

hickory dickory dock

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Ah, there you are Zie. Any comments?

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Any questions?

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So there you have it.   0=1    it is    i am   with a few extra spaces to boot.

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And fortunately, with an empty stomach you haven’t made a dreadful mess all over the floor.

Ah, now that makes sense.

A purely incidental benefit of embracing, engaging in-finity drive – the prime motive force being nought.

Oh.

Or actually gnought – as this is coming from the uncapitalised side of consciousness, as you’ve already gnoughted.

Oh.

M... well now that you’ve made the jump independently, i think it’s time for you to have your first brush with darksome death... 

to be continued...