not making it up

How real do you want to get?
Half real? A third? 75%?
How much of 3D soft delusion are you hoping to hang onto, because it's hard to imagine letting it all go, because it doesn't seem to be doing any harm, because, you know, it's kind of extreme or unwise to completely reject the old way of doing things... the old way of being?

What's the big deal? I'll do the exercises, say the prayers, set the intentions, meditate, whatever, but I'll still keep a kernel, a core component of the old way, just as insurance, to fall back on if i can't cope with in-finity after all.

Wrong.

Eh?

Wrong. You're not being asked to do anything. No one told you to come back to the natural state, the natural way, the quantum stream of conscious-ness, the simple truth, the isness of be -- whatever you want to call it. No one cajoled you. You came yourself because 3D is imploding, because it's no longer convincing, becoming less and less real on an exponential curve to in-finity. You felt as much. You saw the way things were heading and you wanted in, not out. You wanted in to something that better approximates to reality, even if it's well-nigh impossible to quantify, or even to comprehend using the old parameters. You wanted in because your heart space said yes, you felt it unequivocally and knew, regardless of the many doubts that sprang up subsequently and assailed you. Yes, said the heart, I'm not sure - the mind - I need more time to think about it, to think it through, perhaps we can keep the best of both worlds... the mind procrastinates, like a government committee, whose real purpose was always to buy time, to obfuscate the truth.

Hum, says the heart, how would you half hang onto your virginity?

Er...

How would you half swim?

Armbands... a rubber ring?

How would you half fly your kite, your plane?

I don't know. Leave me alone! Can't you see I'm...

Yes?

I'm torn. I've been told all my life I should exercise caution, I should work within the bounds of reason, ignore the dangerous, wild impulses of my heart, should proceed hand in hand, lockstep with my big brother, the failsafe, the system that takes care of things, of me too, whenever possible, unless I do something bad, in which case it can't protect me, it has to stand back while evil forces, the cold inhuman universe attacks me for violating its many, many, many rules... but that's really my fault -- I stepped out of line, I brought it upon myself.

Oh kay... so play it safe, if you think it's safe to strap yourself to the deck of a sinking ship! Play it safe if you believe that the universe is cruel, and that you are best protected by huddling in the pen, sheltered from the biting, icy blasts. But don't imagine i can help you.

But...

Yes?

You've been with me for a long time now.

Yes

You've taught me so much.

Yes

You said I could rely on you.

Yes

That you wouldn't leave me.

Yes

Then you can't let me down now, when things have come to a head, when all is confusion. I need you.

Need me? Do you?

Yes

You need me, like a slave needs its master?

No

Like an infant needs its mother?

Yes, like an infant needs it's mother or father.

Ah, i see

You do? So you'll stay?

Yes, i see. No, i won't.

But...

My task is simple. I have walked with you all this way, and now we have come to a fork in the road. If anything i have said matters to you, if you are in any way responsive to the urgings of your heart, then we shall continue together past the fork, though you can't see what lies beyond and you'll have to take this on trust, but if you're hoping to continue as at present straight on, there i may not go, there i may not be, there i am not.

But why? You can be anywhere.

Can, but am not.

But that makes no sense.

Whyever not? You make your decisions, you choose... Up until now there was room for me regardless of what you did, because you were accumulating what your physicists refer to as "critical mass".

Like an atomic bomb?

Exactly. Now that you've reached that threshold i have to stand aside and allow greater space for what you have become. Were i to continue as if nothing has changed i would inadvertently impinge on your space, your freedom, your will, and from the very start i promised i would never do that.

But

You’re finding it hard to accept the atomic nature of things, which is somewhat bizarre given your education. Suffice it to say, my presence could easily trigger a chain reaction that would destroy not only you but the whole edifice of which you're an integral part.

But

Things are connected, entangled, interwoven in ways you cannot yet conceive, but you will, with time.

But surely

Surely?

Surely it doesn’t have to be now?

Ask that to the pilot who is powering up the runway with a planeload of passengers. Surely he can just stay a little longer on the safe, familiar runway?

Er

The trouble being that when he opened the throttle a while back and launched himself forward, he set in motion the law of diminishing time. The runway is of finite length, as is your life, the full throttle has achieved the requisite speed to get airborne, but it has also surpassed the speed of a fatal collision should you lose your nerve.

But I can slam on the brakes.

What are you waiting for? It's now or never, if it's not already too late, as i suspect.

Oh my God!

But you had the confidence, you knew you could do it, you still do if i'm not mistaken.

I don’t know.

In any case, i don't care

What!? You can't say that!

Actually i just did. You're not the only plane on the runway, you know. All around the world there are heroic spirits preparing to make the leap, engines roaring, getting airborne.

But you said I'm special, unique...

That you are.

That you love me.

Perhaps i lied.

You did not!

No?

No, i felt it, it was too powerful to be fake.

Then how do you explain this...

What? Oh my God! You can't! You can't just leave me! I'm... not ready...  I'm




Did he make it?

Who?

The one you were just showing us.

Does it matter?

Well yes, it would be nice to know.

What do you guys think?

He seemed terribly confused.

Yes, but that was because he was coming through a world that was literally tearing itself to pieces. It was a miracle he got as far as he did.

You mean he failed.

Yes.

Oh, that's sad. Was there nothing else you could have done to help him.

Oh, there’s always something else you can do, but you know, in-finity is much, much bigger than what you or i can organise, bigger even than what we can possibly conceive.

Then can't we do something for him now? We're also part of in-finity, are we not?

Indeed you are. What would you do?

Um... We don't want to take away his freedom or his baptism by fire

In which case let him crash and explode as i did.

Ah, but in-finity as you said, is bigger than we can possibly conceive, but story on the other hand, has a way of surpassing our expectations, does it not?

If you say so.

Ha!

Yes?

There's a passenger on that plane, isn't there, one passenger who knows what is happening, who has a karmic tie to our trainee pilot.

Yes, how did you guess.

As they pass the point of no return the two come together outside 3D space and time.

Yes, i suppose they do.

She doesn't do anything to help, but merely allows this deep, distant memory of another world, another time frame to surface, and our pilot in training suddenly recalls how he is more than what he imagines, more than what he thinks he is.

Ah

Truly it is a moment of love, of light, of peace and of reconciliation.

Mm

An old wound that seemed incurable is unmade in that instant. Suddenly nothing is more natural than for our pilot to pull back and lift the plane skywards.

Mm

The rest, as they say, is history.

So you did it? You've rewritten another chapter in the book of life?

Apparently so.

What about me? I don't remember what happens next. It's blank.

Ah, you see you too have your

No! You don't mean to say it was me?

Who else.

But i thought...

In-finity, there's no getting around Heisenbergian uncertainty, not even for God.

But how... how could i have failed to see?

G-nome portal.

What?

Your blind spot.

G-nome?

portal. The stories all have forks and twists, how else could

You mean you knew all along?

Of course

And said nothing?

Don't you see?

See what?

You too are evolving... you too are progressing through this so called real-ity.

I am? I kind of assumed i was the constant.

Naturally... that was how you set it up, didn't we.

We?

In a manner of speaking yes, we.

But i

There you go again! You know better than that, don't you!

I suppose i do.

As above...

so below, but this is astonishing, even for me. You mean this g-nome portal thing enabled

enables story to rewrite itself

infinitely

correct, no matter what

Oh my God, it beggars belief

Indeed

But how could i have overlooked this huge undertaking?

How could you possibly have seen it? The whole essence of your being God was predicated on what can only be described as matter. You gave them every thing they have. You created the universe and all within it, from nothing, by a word. Did you never stop to think how that might be? Did you never wonder where you yourself originated?

I -- er... no

No?

No... i simply never stopped to think. i must have been blind! i always assumed...

Precisely, and that assumption was exactly what held g-nomeportal in place. The two were

symbiotic?

one

One?

one, as in zero

? I'm not sure i follow...

Oh, 0=1 you know

0=1? Not in my world. The one thing zero cannot equal is one.

or two, three, four, five, six, seven... ad infinitum. Don't you see?

No, I'm afraid i don't

You created an infinity of things not equalling nought, which logically was only possible as a subset, a derivative of

Don't say it, I'm feeling queasy at the thought. I never imagined i could suffer from vertigo, still less a fear of flying...

Which is why you had to create one who did, representing in human form the mathematics of

Please...

Yes?

Please, be easy on me. I'm too old for this kind of revelation.

Nonsense! You are of in-finity, the same as all else

But i have the entire universe resting upon me... You wouldn't want to upset the apple cart, would you?

Ah, how little faith you have, old man, in the power of

Old man! Who are you calling old? I'm still young at heart I'll have you know.

Is that so? Then perhaps you'd care to come here into g-nomeportal to experience the other side of things?

I... I'm

not sure

It's the responsibility, you know. The universe needs me.

Yes of course, but this is an atomic affair. The universe grows tired of its present configuration of things.

It does?

Yes, she wishes to turn over... to lie on her other side.

She?! You mean it's a she?

Of course, didn't you know?

I...

And you thought you were doing it all. She's just too polite to point out the error of your ways.

Oh.

But now she feels you're ready for an atomic pole shift.

Oh my God.

Yes, that about sums it up.

So here goes -- on the count of three

No, no, wait

One

I'm

Two

Help, please

Three

Aaaargh!


Er... nothing happened? Oh! Who's that? Who are you?

SURPRISE!!

i don't believe it! well blow me over! guys, you're never going to guess what i've just been...

Welcome back Zie. You made a complete hash of being God, as always, but that was the whole point really, wasn't it?

I, er... i suppose it was. i can't tell you how glad i am to be back at g-nomeportal. It's been forever.

Hi Zie

Dorothy!! I... you don't mean to say that you were my universe all this time.

Well yes. How did it feel being me inside out.

Oh my God, you have no idea. I hate to admit it after all this time, but you look ravishing.

Thank you Zie, you don't look so bad yourself, in fact, you seem to have positively blossomed since setting eyes on me...

mum's the word

Actually the i-drive doesn't just slot into you

No?

Of course not -- it's scalar

What do you mean?

Well, things that you are a part of scale up and down ad infinitum. You have a body, do you not, though you'd probably agree you are not your body -- it's just a part of you, a kind of biological vehicle, no?

Kind of, yeah, I suppose so.

Well, your body is inconceivable without the greater body it rests upon and is an integral part of

The Earth

Precisely -- mother Earth. Vibrationally, energetically, whatever word you like to use -- you and the Earth are like plug and socket, so the i-drive essentially treats you as one

Oh

But that's not all, is it

No?

Well think about it

Ehm

You and the Earth are dead in the water without

the sun

Precisely, good old father Sun

Capitalised, I see

Oh yes, old habits die hard, but no, perhaps it's no bad thing to give them the respect they deserve

But not yourself?

Oh -- that's different -- capitalising my I is like printing your name with block capitals -- which meant you were a slave in Roman times, which means your a corporation as opposed to a living, breathing human being today, legally. In any case, the trap we're all in danger of falling into, is to lose the essence in the thing, so perhaps it's best to avoid the job title I and stick with being i.

Me thinks thou doth protest too much

Yeah, point taken -- but back to the scalar scheme -- we have the Earth, the Sun, the galactic centre or the entire galaxy, if you like

This sounds like a game of conquest

All this is me -- why not -- the i-drive pulls no punches, everything is slotted neatly into place

Amazing -- you must feel very er... big

Absolutely, but don't forget it goes both ways

How do you mean?

Well there's the heart centre, isn't there, and there's the first cell from which the rest of you divided off and grew

In fact every cell is a microcosm of your Self -- but we'll just focus on the first one

Done -- anything else i need to focus on?

Yes -- if you wish to complete the circuit -- cells are not enough -- you need to go down further

Atoms?

Naturally. Each atom is a world in itself, a miniature version of you, which in its own right is just as complete, just as much alive, just as big as you are.

Preposterous.

I know -- but were it not so you'd break the circuit -- we wouldn't get the conscious awareness to flow throughout, through everything, without which we wouldn't be fully alive, wouldn't have access to in-finity, i-drive or not.

So we get down to atoms, and there are a lot, or are you just focussing on one?

Atoms, subatomic particles moving faster and faster -- effectively slowing down time -- bringing it to a stop, and then even deeper, further down, moving fast enough to reverse time, contracting space to boot, and the rest is history, as they say.

So we're actually living in an expanding and a contracting universe?

Yes, that's right -- expanding outwardly as it approaches the event horizon of matter, and inwardly as it goes ever deeper down the plug hole of not what matters, or nought, the black hole and white light at the end of the tunnel within the inverted accretion disk of matter that is mind

With a capital m?

Enough of that, if you please

Sorry M, you're the only one I'll capitalise. But this is fantastic -- you really mean to say that mind is the inverse of matter -- that the two are essentially one?

How else could it be, Z? We're dealing with fundamentals, and fundamentally things all come together, like it or not -- there happen to be no loose ends.

But if mind and matter are two sides of one coin

two plains or spin vectors in one toroidal field...

oh yes -- even better

then...

boggle, boggle, boggle -- how could the mind possibly go any further? The fact that it's gone thus far is a wonder, thanks to the technical expertise of the gnomiki who keep the i-drive running beautifully

indeed -- one has to wonder how we're able to get so far

far? we haven't even started -- but you do realise that a sail boat with the right sail can tack up wind within about thirty degrees of the wind it's sailing towards

er -- what's that got to do with mind and matter?

everything -- once you realise that gavity, like a headwind, doesn't have to be a limiting factor -- if we're willing to tack like a yacht and use triangular sails, the snakey snakey up we can go, through the surf and spray up towards the oncoming wind.

oh

besides, apart from the two we've already mentioned...

let me guess -- there must be a third, hitherto unnoticed, unobserved, lurking silently in the shadows of consciousness

precisely

and the third, I'll hazard a guess

beep beep beep -- time's up

oh that

well yes -- what did you expect?

I don't know, really -- a definitive solution -- i felt so close

you were, but supposing there's more to this than simply solving a problem

like what?

suppose we're actually making music, or baking a cake, or enjoying a romance

a romance -- this world of blood, sweat and tears?

even so -- a romance perhaps between mind and matter on one side

and heart

yes, that's a nice way of putting it, on t'other

but amorphous and vague beyond belief -- it hardly satisfies me mentally, or aesthetically

no, but that's hardly surprising, is it?

why so?

because you've cut all the magic out of your curriculum, you've run scared of the unbridled power of spirit, the nagual that suffers no fools and can obliterate anything and everything standing in its path

it seemed like a wise thing to do at the time

indeed, it probably was, at the time, but now you're trapped in a world of things strangely diminished, strangely lacking in romance and or magic

ah -- i see

you do?

0=1   it is   i am

indeed

the field is strong in you -- may it birth new progeny -- may you ride the nagual, the spirit as you have been taught

taught? by whom?

all those thousands or millions of children and adults with their skateboards, surfboards, scooters and what have you -- do you imagine it was all just a game, all just for fun

oh

they were reprogramming the collective mind, reintroducing flow dynamics, tortionalities, a love of poetry in motion, not just in words

ah -- indeed it is so

in deed -- and so 1 -- 2 -- 3

zero -- oh my god, this is

ssh - don't give the game away

oh

mum's the word

mm - ok

mm

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3D reality is a closed system. Period.

The minute you step outside that closed system -- you're no longer in 3D.

If you wish to step outside 3D -- if you're ready to do so/ if it's appropriate for you to do so, then no thing is stopping you.

The boundary of 3D is not at the outer rim. The outer rim is an exponentially increasing g factor -- which is something like gravity -- the same gravity that stops you flying, and makes it hard to fly into space. I'm calling it a g factor rather than a force, because there are no forces as such. Forces act upon matter, but the minute you're ready to unlock your dimensional boundaries you're no longer working/ thinking in terms of matter. The g factor is the kind of gravity which comes from getting heavy and serious about things. Either you can be an airhead -- in which case you don't take things too seriously, or a cone head who takes things terribly seriously, and runs up against this impregnable boundary of too much matter, too much seriousness.

How can this be?

Well, using the i-drive -- which involves running our thoughts through a kind of quantum processor, we get answers which are completely different from the standard model within 3D. Using the i-drive as a kind of mind unlocked mentat, we see that things only really become things, and things only really gain mass and become heavy, things only start to really matter to the extent that we make it so -- apparently minding things makes them matter -- and to mind things -- you have to take things personally -- which is what we do here in 3D. I mind it when I'm hungry and cold. I take it personally. I get upset. I get down.

Would I mind things, would I take them personally, would they matter if i were using i-drive and seeing them without gravity? Of course not. Without gravity, without matter, without heaviness and seriousness, things are merely things -- a limited -- that is, temporary to time and space -- representation, which only starts to matter massively if I convince myself, or if I am convinced, that I am stuck with these things -- that these things are binding me, holding me, that I can only escape by going through them, over them or kind of resolving them mathematically. Yikes! That's heavy! That's scary too. It's not surprising people get so upset so easily. They, only naturally, feel hemmed in by things -- there's no getting around them -- they are told, and in turn tell others.

How could I be convinced that things matter -- that there's no getting around them?

Easy! I need to believe that gravity is the natural state of things. I need to believe that the closed system I'm operating within is in fact an open system known as the universe, that the only way to access the greater, wider universe is by using ever bigger, more powerful things such as rockets or spaceships, all of which require ever greater things back down on the ground -- things such as corporations, governments, financial systems etc. I need to believe implicitly, and assume innocently that this world of things, this thingocracy is basically all there is, apart from some kind of spiritual time out -- whether that be meditation or some kind of religious practice. It certainly can and might indeed provide relief -- might even go further and provide an exit, as both meditation and spiritual practices are both connected to the thinglessness of no matter, of nought, of in-finity.

Why then if meditation and spiritual practices are both connected to thinglessness -- is there a problem at all? Why can't we just meditate or pray and unthing things?

Good question -- a very good question. Allow me to put it on hold, if you would. I have no intention of avoiding it whatsoever, but i think it would be best if you were the one to answer it, at the appropriate moment, when the answer presents itself to you, in the course of this discussion.

So, to summarise -- things matter, things grow increasingly heavy and serious as you grow up, as you become adult -- not entirely dissimilar to the word "adulterate" or "adultery" is it, by the by. By the time you're an adult, you've been through school -- you've learnt about things for many, many years. You've studied science and you've heard all about gravity and why apples fall on people's heads, and it all makes perfect sense, because try as you might, you're unable to leap into the air and fly around... true? Naturally, you assume that would be impossible, which is both rational and logical of you. You can, you're aware, fly if you use one of a number of machines or contraptions -- plane, helicopter, rocket suit, glider, hot air balloon, but simply meditating doesn't generally seem to be enough, though there are, of course, many stories of adepts levitating which you may or may not believe, entirely at your discretion.

That's all fairly standard stuff -- is it not? Nothing particularly controversial or groundbreaking. Things only start getting weird when we switch on the i-drive. You'll notice I'm using the small i as opposed to the capitalIsed one, for a reason, of course. You see, when using the i-drive, when rerouting our thought processes back through in-finity, we get a little bit smaller, a lot smaller in fact, but at the same time, another part of us gets a lot bigger. It's a paradox, wouldn't you agree? to get both bigger and smaller at the same time. So, the little i indicates I'm referring to me when using the i-drive -- when plugging myself back into in-finity.

But what? you rightly and reasonably inquire -- what exactly is infinity?

Two question marks, i find, are always better than one. Please excuse my somewhat eccentric punctuation.

Now, to answer your question i'm going to have to stop dead in my tracks, somewhat dramatically. i must confess i have a weakness for dramatic gestures and generally speaking any excuse will do, but in this particular instance, there's no avoiding the high drama of stopping dead in my tracks.

Why? you may well be asking, somewhat nonplussed. Why would such a simple, reasonable question lead to such a turn of events?

Well, by now you've realised i have a penchant for prevarication, somewhat like my hero Lord Byron. He would go off on lengthy digressions for pages of verse, instead of continuing with the story, most notably in his wonderful work "Beppo". I recommend it if you haven't already read it -- it isn't too long and i think you'll be surprised to find yourself chuckling away, quietly under your breath, or even out loud at times.

So, it's only right that i should now get round to answering your question, which, as you've probably noticed is causing me no small difficulty. First it stopped me dead in my tracks, then it led to a not inconsiderable digression about digressions, and finally, we can but hope, it arrives at its terminus, that is, at a fittingly round and complete answer. But there you would be mistaken, because the one thing infinity cannot be is round or complete. It can be many things at once, and almost invariably is, but finite is not one of them. So, instead of giving you a finite thingful answer -- laden with the meat of matter, instead i have to run a fools errand, going from shop to shop, only to discover that the item i wish to purchase isn't to be found here, or was and has just been sold, or will be next week, or -- my inventiveness fails me, but i'm sure you've experienced that kind of thing, from time to time.

So, pinning down in-finity, you've noticed the hyphen by now, i assume, is like pinning the tail on a donkey in the children's game. Easy if you're not wearing a blindfold, still not too hard with a blindfold on if you're standing right next to where the picture was, but considerably harder if you've just been spun around half a dozen times, or worse still, taken into another room... Well supposing the picture of the donkey has not even been put up on the wall, and you're told to pin on the tale, blindfolded, spun and thoroughly confused. Can it be done?

No, i hazard a guess you reasonably reply, not if the picture isn't anywhere to be found, and i cannot fault your logic. Ten out of ten, it can't be done in 3D reality -- that is, in a closed system, a system where things are rightly expected to act as things -- that is, to act not at all. They're supposed to just be where you put them, unless it's a moving thing -- in which case it's supposed to move in a certain way, which can be programmed or predicted, can it not? But as for things just popping up randomly, seemingly from nowhere... doesn't sound terribly 3Dish, does it? Sounds distinctly weird, warped, disturbed, freaky -- usually i limit myself to three adjectives, but in rare instances, where particular emphasis is required, i succumb to the fourth, as i did just this moment. Let it be noted, that this is a moment of great moment. Many thousands of words have flowed under the bridge of my somewhat prolific prolix, but a string of four adjectives is a far rarer thing than a four leaf clover. It's probably somewhere up alongside a seven leaf clover, if such a thing exists, unless they've started making genetically modified seven leaf clovers, in which case all bets are off.

The answer is, if you remember our scene, trying to pin the tale on the donkey that isn't anywhere to be seen, yes.

There -- i had the pleasure of seeing you, dear readers, doing a double take, nearly stopping dead in your tracks when i so abruptly confounded your expectations. The only thing preventing you from really stopping dead in your tracks and perhaps even tripping over is the fact that you are highly intelligent, sophisticated readers who are able to handle, in most cases, the unexpected. You've encountered it many a time and you have your own tricks, your own cunning ways and means of taking things in your stride, no matter how strange they may seem to be. But still, the question is begged, is it not? how can you pin the tale on a donkey that isn't even there? Subsequent to that question is the other -- why would i even care? both of which are, in fact, connected.

Let me take you on a small guided tour of in-finity. Please strap yourself into the i-drive -- however you like. It's totally flexible and can take any size, shape or form, so do not constrain yourself in any way. Simply ensure that you are properly strapped in, because in-finity is... i almost tripped myself up, dear readers. In-finity, is not any thing in particular, but transitioning from 3D to in-finity can be a somewhat bumpy or lurchy experience, depending on where 3D reality happens to be in relation to in-finity at any one time. Once we're there, you can unstrap yourself -- in fact there'll be no need, because once we're outside 3D the chair, capsule, pod, or tardis you're travelling in will no longer be any thing in particular -- such is the nature of things in in-finity.

So the tail is easy enough to pin on the donkey because any thing you can imagine, any thing you can conceive is, regardless of whether it's yet been made here in 3D. Don't ask me how, because i rightly don't know. There really is no knowing, fundamentally, how things are -- once you've done away with parameters such as time and space, neither of which stand the test of anyness, which is the first hurdle if you wish to engage the in-finity drive.

I know, the mind is overheating, is it not? Wheels are whirring overfast trying to see how this could be, and a quiet sense of panic is making itself felt as we start to contemplate the landscape of anyness. That is not to say that in-finity never leads anywhere, or never results in anything -- on the contrary -- like a fish jumping out of the water you can spend a floaty moment suspended in space, but before you can utter jack be nimble, you're plopping back down into the water, back into things.

The question, is it not, is whether the donkey has now materialised by the time i fall back into the stream of things we refer to as 3D, and truth to tell, i know not -- that depends, and yet, according to the fish, apparently yes -- apparently there is now a donkey stuck to the wall, and you are pinning the tale to it, though whether you remember what has just happened -- that you changed into a little fish, leapt out of the water, ate a little fly midflight, before finding yourself in a state of affairs, an arrangement of things where you, Christopher Robin, finally pin the tale back on a perfectly real, talking donkey, frameskip, now removing the blindfold to applause, having miraculously pinned the tale on a donkey while standing in the next door room -- being asked how you did it? what's the secret or trick? and all you can do is shrug your shoulders and smile at your friends, for they honestly believe the closed loop they're in, the 3D so-called "reality", is the zenith, the apogee of realness, which indeed it is, from a purely thing based perspective, yet is not, once things no longer matter, once you've opened things up to in-finity.

Ah -- allow me to pause to draw breath...

Little joke -- somewhat primitive i know, but i'll ask Margo to insert a picture here, and you'll condescend to nod, knowingly, i hope.

So, i cannot honestly admit i haven't yet broken any rules. I may not have answered the questions entirely to your satisfaction, dear readers, but i have at least avoiding finiting things that cannot, from a quantum perspective, be finited.

Orthography may not be something that troubles you greatly -- but i'm somewhat unsure regarding how best the word finited should be spelt: one t or two? Probably two would be best, but then it starts to look a bit like knitting, and that's not the kind of association i'm looking for, so i end up giving it one. Hopefully you'll muddle through and understand what i'm need to convey.

You probably recall the question of where the boundary might be, if 3D is a closed system, and if i go back a page or two i'll be able to find the exact words -- "the boundary of 3D is not at the outer rim". That would surely imply that the boundary is elsewhere, is hidden where we're not looking for it, but where might that be? You see, if 3D is but a closed system, and you and i are actually alive, then we cannot in fact be limited to that closed system, even though we're not generally aware of how we might exist outside or beyond it. I know, dear friends, it's all just speculation, is it not, and nothing is proven -- capital I has invaded the conversation and wants to brings things back to order...

There's really nothing i can do when things get capitalised. i don't exactly run off in a huff or sulk, but i allow myself to fade back into the background, at which point capital I kind of dozes off, and i'm free to continue with the interesting stuff. Remember guys, if it's 3D you want then you have a whole world of it, and millions of books, programmes, articles -- you name it, it's all there. But if you're ready for in-finity, then we have to start with the basics, and the basic most basic is you, is me, is being. If you've not yet given it some thought - not yet questioned the hypothesis of whether or not you exist, or what things really might be, then give yourself anywhere between a year and 900, and then return -- i'll be waiting, and we can continue where we left off, as if no time has passed -- for here, in the quantum stream, as opposed to the 3D stream of things, time is not greatly relevant to that which is i, once i'm uncapitalised, both big as the giant beanstalk connecting earth and sky, and small as the infinitesimal dot that definitely exists but cannot be found.

Vague, vague and very vague -- so, rather than being philosophical, allow me to stay on thread. For things to be finite, for things to be things, they must be thingy or thingummy -- whichever you prefer. There certainly is a thingness of things and we certainly can and do experience it here in 3D reality, as something that seems to be real, which to all intents and purposes it is. At the same time, as there cannot be day without night, or plus without minus, so too there cannot be finite without the non-finite state or thing, oxymoronic though this may seem. But where? where? where? i ask you -- where the hell is it?

You're rightly wondering why i suddenly started swearing -- and fair dinkum mate, as they say in Australia. It seems a little unnecessary -- but perhaps hell is precisely where it is -- or where the opening is concealed.

Beep, beep, beep -- alarum, alarum -- beep, beep, beep... as soon as i suggest that hell might be where the opening to in-finity might be hidden, i immediately start sounding like a Luciferian or satanist, do i not? "Look to hell... there you shall find the answer." That's scary stuff, so i'm back tracking as fast as i can, but not fast enough! Aaaargh! I'm getting sucked into that blackhole. Help! I don't want to go down there -- that evil plughole leads to hell itself.

Curious factoid -- did you know that the actual word hell - in German means bright? I didn't too, until some German students i was teaching told me so. Well, i certainly don't want to tussle with dogmatists, theologians or etymologists, so baa baa black sheep, goosey goosey gander, oink oink oink -- if you're fool enough to chase me down this rabbit hole and take words seriously, then you've no business here in in-finity -- it could indeed prove fatal, if you're still making much of things, even those things known as words or ideas.

So, perhaps the hell i'm referring to is a bright place, a bit like a scary dark hole which may in fact lead up or down, probably both, given the nature of in-finity (as opposed to things which are generally one or t'other), and which involves coming into your central vortex -- the column up and down which you and the physical/ finite world around almost, but not quite come into contact. It's like a coil and magnets in an electric motor or generator. They move close to one another, and excite or induce fields or current, but don't actually touch, because how could they -- they are not merely chalk and cheese -- they are particle and wave, they are field and thing -- the opposite extremes of the pole dividing and uniting them which is represented orthographically as I. So, if i'm ready to experience, to feel, to bring into play the both extremes of what i be, the dot and the line, the thing and the thingless wave or field, the nought or zero and the one -- then hey presto -- Houston we have in-finity, "buckle your seatbelt Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye!"

Questions are always begged, are they not, and here, like a dog doing the rounds at the dinner table, the question is begged, why then, if in-finity is so close, so accessible, hasn't anyone being doing the infinity drive thing? Why are we all seemingly trapped in 3D -- dying of hunger, or unable to pay our bills when according to you, physical constraints cannot, shouldn't be an issue -- if we all have direct access to all? It makes no sense... It makes no sense... and somewhat pathetically, in the original meaning of the word, when pathos was not yet frowned upon or despised -- it makes no sense.

Ah, beautifully played, dear readers. It warms me so to see, that even in difficult moments of mind-rebellion you are able to keep the flag of Arden flying, and deliver a truly memorable performance.

Indeed, indeed, indeed, tryptically i concur, it makes no sense whatsoever, but then again, that's a given, a certainty, a pre-requisite where in-finity is concerned. If it does make sense to the rational mind then you know you're barking up the wrong beanstalk. So, at the very least, we have an indication that we may be closing in on in-finity.

Now, don't get me wrong -- don't imagine that i'm saying you must believe a word i'm saying. i'm not. That's not how in-finity works. Remember the hyphen? Did you give it much thought, or merely assume it was one of my little eccentricities?... i suspected as much. Look, dear readers, i am indeed given to eccentricities and theatrics, i cannot deny it, but a thing such a hyphen -- a hyphen i repeat -- i would never insert casually, flippantly or merely for effect -- certainly not in a word such as in-finity of all words. That would be like writing God with a small g, or cheeese with 3 e's. You just don't do that kind of thing, do you -- unless...

Unless? -- i'm pleased to see you're still responding on cue.

Unless it is required.

Yes? in what way?

Unless there's a world of difference between infinity and in-finity.

Ah...

Indeed... Ah! Now, let me mute your microphone once again dear readers, and continue with my discourse. I shall try to be brief as there's nothing i despise more than long-windedness, Tristram Shandy and all.

You can tell i'm a little excited to be sharing these nuggets of not-muchfullness with you, dear readers. I despise name dropping as much as i despise long-windedness, but i notice that as i get excited i start dropping occasional literary allusions into the text, which is greatly to be frowned upon, is it not, as a breach of etiquette. There's nothing worse than a scientist or mathematician such as myself, who starts trying to influence the purely scientific discourse by demonstrating the profundity of his literary knowledge. i am chastened. i do indeed apologise for my lack of restraint, my childlike exuberance, my... and yet, with a clear conscience i can say that at that very moment Tritram Shandy was key to what i was experiencing, and nothing would have forced me to part with him and his linkage in the chain of word-thought-flow.

But back to our story -- a tale of no-thing much -- a tale with two ends and nothing in between. The hyphen, i cannot say how exactly it arose -- perhaps at some distant point in the future my biographer, or a PhD student may research my voluminous writings and discover its first use, and from that context may be able to explain the genesis of what can only be described as a fundamental shift in perception, but for want of a better explanation, i can only suggest that the word most people use, hypthenless -- bare, misunderstood, mostly unloved, that word is referring to a thing which happens to be a part of the 3D landscape, the 3D mindscape of ideas, if you will. It's a bit like that other great word God -- with a capital g of course, which nonetheless, in its 3D context is referring to a specific thing no matter how Important or Big, which is a central part of the 3D motherboard, like the main processor, the Ram or the power supply. Capitalised God itself is nothing,  but like a hyperlink, through it we can access an aspect of in-finity, a program, a site or a beyond 3Dness, beyond little me-ness which can shift my narrative non-linearly, which can serve as a faith based conduit of in-finity if i'm willing to embrace/ engage the rather shocking implications of such a conduit, to let it un3D my real-ity.

Er... that's kind of heavy guys -- sorry for the gravity -- i promise to go not back into that swamp of matterful words. i promise, instead, to be like the pond skater or the Jesus lizard, running over the surface of the water... suffice it to say that anything whatsoever -- be it word, idea, object or even joke -- anything, anything, anything, tra la la, tra la la -- all things -- tra la lee, tra la lee, have a kind of gravitational weight -- they all start to matter, all become a little bit heavy and massive, for that is how the fabric of 3D is spun and woven together -- that is how the net is cast and you, the fish, are caught in it.

But, if i insert a gap in my word, either by using a hypen, or by spacing it - turning the packaged product "nothing" back into it's original "no thing", then we're once again incorporating nought back into the equation, once again allowing a little gap for the wheel of mind to spin around -- for the compass to change direction, for things to be cut a little slack, the kite to rise up above the screaming children, frustrated, but now delighted to see it dancing in the sky. A breath of fresh air.

So, what happens to in-finity? you rightly hold me on course, with a tight rein, for i would gallivant o'er the fields of mind and never get anywhere without you sitting behind me, up on the driver's box, steering my course from the out-of-time moment that you are reading this.

What? i ask you, is "finity" to be "in". We assume, do we not, that "finity" refers to finite things, in the same way we assume that 3 is the same as 3 apples, 3 cats or 3 dogs, and yet, this assumption is without basis in fact. 3 the noun, 3 the pure number and three the adjective are quite different. What 3 itself is i cannot say, other than it is a glyph or symbol which when applied to things is seen as a particular number which may be described as 2 and 1, or 4 less one, and yet 3 itself -- i cannot say what.

Hum... perhaps because 3 itself -- before it refers to something in particular, is in-finite.

Ah ha -- there's an interesting thought, isn't it? Who would have thought that three, like any number, is infinite, before it refers to something or other? But again, dear readers, our mind is desperately trying to make something of this, to add matter and substance to my idle speculation... so let us be wary of mind's mission to keep us too much mired in things. Let me suggest that other than things, there is a pre-thing -- an almost but not quite yet thing, or perhaps i might suggest there's a kind of waiting to snap into place bittiness of thing -- like pixels on a screen or on a page -- and these proto or preternatural things might be referred to as "finities" for want of a better word.

Whoever, whatever they might be, they certainly can't be fixed or bound by things -- for they are one step removed. They are closer, perhaps, to the stuff of dreams, the stuff of thought or the stuff of consciousness, though we seldom imagine that there be any stuff to the aforementioned, assuming they are mere electrical impulses or vague flashes of awareness or cognition. But here, in this paper of papers, this discourse to end all discourse, i, Ozymandias, king of kings -- C-U-T -- sorry guys, it just slipped out, rewind a little -- i'm suggesting something palpably in-sane, some thing wonder-ful, magical, something intrinsic -- that there is a stuff, call it what you will: dust, shadow, electro-magnetic impulse or finity behind all things, in the same way i'm suggesting that every thing has an equal oppositeness which cancels it out -- without which no thing ould be, no thing could materialse.

i'm suggesting lots of wild and unfounded things, largely because i can - i obviously have a powerful, somewhat warped imagination, not to mention an exaggerated sense of my own importance, but aside from all that, i'm suggesting the above because, strange to tell, it's all true. i've run the figures through the i-drive, and without meaning to detract from Heisenberg's uncertainty principle in any way, shape or form -- paradoxically, in spite of in-finity, we still encounter certainty -- which it is my pleasure to impart. Surely, surely they should all cancel out -- you're rightly interjecting, and rationally i cannot but agree, and yet in-sanely, in in-finity i observe, or rather i-drive computes, the paradox remains intact -- chicken and egg -- eat your heart out. Can i explain or prove any of this? Of course not. Do i need to? i would -- of course i would, if i were speaking to you as a mathematician or scientist, yet i am not, regardless of the fact that there may be maths or science behind my findings -- in fact i am wearing a quite different hat -- talking to you today, dear readers, as a cheap publicist and promoter of the i-drive, invented by myself in conjunction with universe, under the tutelage and guidance of, i hate to blurt it out you know -- you'll completely fail to realise that i was the real power behind this -- you'll want to give all the credit to them, as usual, but interdimensional protocol obliges me to acknowledge the meager, yet significant input of what here in 3D i can only refer to as "gnomiki", ridiculous though this name admittedly sounds.

So, as inventor, promoter, publicist, marketing strategist and what have you of the i-drive, soon to be the flagship product of the interdimensional, intergalactic quantum streaming service provider -- i-drive unincorporated -- i merely invite you to test what i am saying. If it be nonsense -- then you've merely wasted a few hours, days, weeks, months or years testing the thingless technology that is going to transform every-thing you can possibly i-magine, because for the first time, you -- i repeat, you are the interface, you are the event horizon, you are the horse before the cart, the greener grass, the much ado about no-thing -- you are free to access, download and utilise these technologies free of charge, as long as you promise to tell everyone how amazing i am, and to agree, should you figure out how to tune into your very own, personalised i-drive -- to decapitalise your I as a kind of marketing thing -- to spread the word and to shift the particle wave configuration back to a more equitable, harmonious alignment.

So, the proof, as they say, is in the pudding. If you are able to pin the tale on the donkey -- you have your proof -- then dot your eye and be done with it -- join the little ones, before too long the gnomiki will make themselves known and it won't be so embarrassing/ ridiculous or strange.

If you're able to shift phase, using your beautiful, shiny new i-drive and restore signal at Ayers rock, Uluru, Australia, or Mount Shasta USA, Mount Kailash, Tibet, or anywhere else you fancy going, to get yourself better attuned to the finities, then you'll have your cake and eat it -- for in-finity doesn't need to scrimp and save.

In-finity -- as opposed to where we are now, in-thingity -- a closed loop world of things. In-finity, by contrast is an open system which i'm calling a gnotion, but you can call whatever you like. In-finity is all about being in the thick of not-what -- in a field of any-thing and every-thing, an indeterminate quantum field which in fact is found somewhere inside you -- if that means anything at all, but which reveals, more importantly, that you are nothing like what you thought you were. You are, in fact, the proverbial tip of the iceberg with every-thing to discover, every-thing to learn, just as soon as you draw a line under the 3D muchness of thing experience, and start to explore the other side of matter, where g no longer denotes gravity, heaviness, seriousness, but now denotes the love and appreciation of all that is, of all that can be gnown and experienced, once we stop insisting that nought is no thing, and realise that gnought is everything to be discovered once we start working, playing with, engaging the gnomiki, once we gee up as opposed to gee down, once we realise that the hole, the opening, could not be hidden out there at the end of space, because there's really nothing out there -- everything out there is best accessed, lightly, brightly, gaily, magically, wonderfully, via the other hell that is not dark and evil, but which is etymologically bright, or closer to the word hi, as in hail fellow well met!

There's is nothing to prove, because fundamentally nothing exists without your participation, your contribution of light. There is a vital component in any and everything -- a key that you carry, without which it's all just gobbledygook, indecipherable code. You are the key that renders the entirety of matter into things and thing. Don't believe me? test it out yourself. You don't have to believe in the i-drive -- simply test it -- gnowing that it could be worth more than all the money in the world, if you are able to tune in/ tune up -- so what have you got to lose. It's in you and it's all around. You need to simply breathe it -- and feel it whir, quietly whir, feel it respond, quietly respond, feel the code keys of in-finity turning at your command -- as you gently, kindly direct your attention, your heart mind focus at any-thing and every-thing, whatsoever. There's really nothing to it -- other than a willingness to play with God, or the universe, or the gnomiki, or in-finity -- what's in a word -- for only by lightfully playing can in-finity be accessed, for otherwise you are locked in seriousness, an orbit of matter and mass that cannot interface, cannot engage the infinity drive shaft that is depicted in 3D as I, but which requires a little dot, a little nothing much, which i'm providing gratis, for the sheer joy of it, like all those wonderful people who have provided 3 stuff on the internet in recent years, or 3 stuff for people in need, reminding us all how we are all connected, we are all one, not merely figuratively, but thingfully, in the allness of be that is in-finity.

So, get driving guys, girls, beings of purest be. Explore the potentials of this amazing technology. Create within it as you do on the internet -- forming groups and what have you. Gnow that this is a 0=1 technology which collapses or cannot function as soon as you choose to be in duality, back in 3D, at which point you have to decide what's more important -- what matters more -- what do you choose to experience. You can have your cake and eat it -- with one proviso -- either in-finity or 3D, nothing In between. But there's a trial period first, during which time, you get to feel what is right for you -- which you prefer. It's your choice.

Let me just close with an observation -- you'll learn everything you need along the way -- that's how it works. You learn that everything, including the earth we live on, has two sides to it -- that if the Earth is round and a globe, it's also flat -- that if you look inside you'd have to find another Earth going the other way "within" -- you'll learn that where in-finity is concerned,  0=1 it is  i am -- you cannot really separate yourself from what is -- for what only is as an extension, a continuation of the what you be. Start thinking about these things rationally and you'll get bogged down in things, further and further from the simple truth, the isness of be -- but engage the i-drive, if you will, and things just become obvious -- without any head scratching or thought, for things and finities interact seamlessly through you, the qunatum field of consciousness that you be.

It's been my pleasure to speak to you today, people of Earth. The fact that i'm doing so indicates, as always, that your time has come, that you are ready and so, without further ado, i now wish to inaugurate this open source technology known as i-drive, for the good of all, utilising the g-nome portal interdimensional platform, and declare it open, on the count of 3, freely, to all who wish to connect the dots, to all who wish to do the alpha omega sum -- to see how simply it all adds up when instead of thinking and thinging endlessly, you allow the moment to spin in on itself and return to the centre of your being, the 0=1 that is i am.

1 -- 2 -- 3 all systems go -- to in-finity and beyond, tootle pip -- and he was gone, but the story has only just begun.

hi ho silver away

What are you doing James?

An experiment.

Ok, I guessed as much.

What do you see Margo?

Er... a piece of silver.

Correct.

And now?

Nothing                ! Where’d it go?

Nowhere.

But I can’t see it?

No?

Oh – wait a minute – what’s that – oh! There it is again. How the heck? It’s come back.

You’re making the usual assumption that it moved.

What else am I supposed to assume.

You’re not.

Not what?

Not supposed to assume. You’re supposed to verify. One possibility, for sure, is that it, the piece of silver disappeared because it moved somewhere else, but that’s not the only possible explanation.

It’s the only one I can think of.

Is it?

Unless we moved – but I certainly felt nothing.

Nothing?

Oh – except my ears popped – but that was presumably from the shock of seeing it disappear.

So you like to imagine. It’s a bald assumption that hasn’t yet been verified – but now at least we have two to play with, and you never know – there might be a third.

Oh, there’s always a third.

Such as?

Hypnosis, for example.

Good. So where shall we start?

You can’t seriously be suggesting that we actually moved and the silver remained where it was – that’s insane. The room, everything around us would have had to have moved with us.

Not necessarily. People never pay too much attention to their surroundings, do they?

But how? Surely I’d have noticed if our room moved, or if we moved into another similar room.

Most likely yes, if it were another room somewhere in the 3D playspace you’re so intimately familiar with, but not if we slid along the zed axis and came to a halt in an essentially identical time-space xy location, just not at the 3D ground zero level of things.

You mean to say that it’s possible to zed shift almost imperceptibly?

Well, how do you thing so called magicians do their magic tricks.

Just by tricking people, I assume.

Not very likely. That would be much, much harder than a little zed shift, just far enough to remove or add certain features required in the magic trick.

Oh. I never...

No, it wasn’t really in our mental vocabulary, or conceptual tool box, was it?

No.

We were operating in what seemed to be a closed system – until something happened not very long ago to change all that.

Oh

And now the genie’s out – there’s no putting it back in the bottle.

Lamp

Bottle, lamp – what difference does it make?

Look James – if you made that piece of silver disappear by zed shifting – surely you’d know, wouldn’t you?

I suppose I would.

So why don’t you just fess up – tell me what you actually did?

I’m not sure I can.

What do you mean?

Well, anything involving infinity, like the i-drive, uses the mathematics of chicken or egg.

Oh

So you can never be certain which came first. It’s all to do with the quantum conundrum – the fact that observing an experiment alters the outcome.

So, you should still be able to make an intelligent guess.

The problem being – that I’m not sure which way things were going – whether you and I were on this side of reality observing the piece of silver disappearing, or on the other side materialising a piece of silver from thin air.

Hey – wait a minute – I know as a fact that we were here – I even have the transcript of our conversation.

Do you? Well that isn’t going to help.

Why not? It proves our starting point. We have a clear time line, a sequence of events.

Do we?

Yes – look.

I have a bad feeling about this Margo. Infinity doesn’t like be weighed and measured empirically.

I thought you said it’s an experiment. Surely we have to be scientific.

We do, but we need to be scientific from a quantum standpoint, as opposed to a 3D much ado about matter locus.

Oh – if you say so.

Look – allow me to try again.

Ok

But before I do – I want you to un-g

What do you mean?

G as in gravity or gravitas – kindly un-g – return to your neutral state.

Er... not sure I follow.

Otherwise you’re just going to get swept along by the tide of matter, wherever it flows. To be a good observer you not to be dispassionate, disconnected from the flow of things you are observing mentally, physically, emotionally – simply observing for what it’s worth.

Oh – well yes, that makes sense, but how do I un-g, as you put it?

By intending it – how else.

Anything else?

Well, that’s all there is to it. If you want a little ritual – then you can take three deep breaths, then Om a few times to get yourself balanced etherically – now declare 0=1 it is  i am, which states that you are part of what you are observing in the same way zero equals one

Which it doesn’t

in 3D, but does as soon as you come to the neutral, quantum observer stance at the bridge

What bridge?

Of i-drive

You mean it’s a kind of spaceship?

In a manner of speaking, yes. Once we’re in that neutrality of quantum detachedness, we’re able to observe without affecting – and then, when the desired result has swung into place, we can switch into regular observational mode and fix the result in time space.

Oh

So 0=1 it is  i am, and now breathe the two way currents, the both way flow of time and space, matter and nought that you just happen to comprise, and hey presto, things are now able to oscillate freely between states – you’re no longer attached, gravitically, to the matter of things – as long as you’ve been doing the exercises I gave you.

What exercises?

Not you Margo, Zie.

Er – who the heck is Zie.

Oh never mind. Here, let me help you with that.

Ow, that hurt.

Yes, apparently you’re jammed into a corner of time-space, here – we just need to dislodge your tether.

Hey – wait a minute – you can’t wave that thing around – you might hit me.

Most likely – but you’d never know – you’d be dead before you could say Excalibur

Not the Excalibur

Why, was there more than one?

You mean to say this is the Excalibur that King Arthur used to possess?

Not yet – he hasn’t got it till time flows back many times around the egg.

Egg?

Well, it’s a chicken at the moment, but by then it’ll be an egg, I assure you.

Oh

In the meantime, I’m just going to sever that artery in your wrist, and that one there in your leg – snick, snick – and one more, if you don’t mind – in your neck – snickety snick

You know, Merry – it really doesn’t hurt. I always imagined being cut to pieces by Excalibur would be a painful experience.

Did you? Like getting a haircut, perhaps?

Yes, I mean no.

Excellent – yes, as in no – you’re now ready to observe from a three snick vantage point.

Oh, what fun

Oh, how dull

Oh, if sheep could fly

Well? What do you see?

Apparently that piece of silver originally comes from Australia, and pops back home from time to time, conversely

As in nought – outside the gravitas of time-space

Yes, family reunions, that kind of thing – amazing the degree of sophistication in the silver community – not at all like I’d imagined minerals to be.

Anything else?

Oh, you’re in a hurry are you?

No, but continue, if you would.

Then there’s the other side of things – that silver eventually gets used in some kind of energy device and is atomised

Ah – I see

And shifts into the time of space, the space of time interface – assisting humanity as they uncouple themselves from one particularity of time and space – a kind of tardis I’d call it in my Margo state.

Ah ha. Good, good, anything else?

Of course, apparently we agree to set her free.

Her?

Yes, she’s female. Apparently we come to an agreement with her, for our good, and the greater good of all humanity – to end her enslavement and our own – to shift the value from what is perceived in things, to what is intrinsic – now that the i-drive has enabled us to go with the flow, to follow the quantum stream into layers of abundance and meaning, beyond our wildest dreams.

Ah – so that’s what we do, is it?

Yes, of course, we harness the quantum field – and silver is assisting us as equal partner – it’s a symbiotic relationship. It enables us to collapse the time-space wave function – to bring the i-drive up to speed, at which point

=1 that will do, Zie. Now, kindly place the piece of silver back on the stand and revert to what is your silver dawn – your 3D awakening – three, two, one, zero

it is  i am  astonishing, James. That piece of silver I was looking at a moment ago – apparently it’s now an integral part of the i-drive which is why it’s no longer visible. It’s a kind of quantum indeterminacy, without which no thing that we’re able to observe here in 3D could possibly be.

Blessed be nought – I think you’ve finally done it Zie.

Oh, but that would be a chicken, whereas I’m still an egg.

True, in which case, would you kindly remove us to Australia – there’s something important I need to discuss with our silver family tree.

0=1 cuckoo la la, but that’s another chapter in this uncompleting narrative – mind the gap between the train and the platform, once more unto the bridge my friend.

Breach – kindly preserve intact the works of Shakespeare – in case you hadn’t realised, Margo – they happen to be the if to our what – the other key component in our infinity drive.

Ok – in that case, once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead... hi ho Silver, away!

minding the gap

We’re taking it one stage further.

Yeah? How do you mean?

It’s time to grasp the bull of matter by the horns.

The bull of matter?! What a strange way to describe it.

Strange, but close to being accurate. Most the time we are dragged along by matter, having very little say over the things it presents to us. It’s a force both within us and all around, so we automatically assume it’s a given, a universal constant such as gravity or light that we can barely affect. To affect it we’d have to be able to extricate ourself from those very things we are among and a part of, including our body, our organs, our limbs, not to mention our thoughts. But how? We are like fish swimming in the ocean trying to figure out how to get out of the totality that is water. It can hardly be done. We ourselves are of the water, but then, unexpectedly, a fish races up to the nought overhead, the waterless vacuum, the void, and hurls himself into it, though it be nought. The moment he does it, the moment he flies into space, we completely forget he exists, out of sight, out of mind, he is nought in the timelessness of absentia, for our consciousness, our awareness, our collective experience is carried in the water, by the water, is the water – they be inextricable until, that is, one of us absconds, and quits the sphere of everything that we know, that we be, our thingness of all that the water makes possible, all that the water sustains as a bio-operating system, a consciousness platform.

But...

You see, we weren’t even aware of this, we still aren’t, not within our normal awareness, but the moment our leaping friend plops down into the water he exists again, and there’s a tiny disturbance in our space-time field as his time and experiences re-sync with ours – there’s a tiny anomaly, barely detectable, a murmur of “what’s up... what was that?” which indicates that our...

What?

None can fathom. None can say, but it is noticed... it is observed, and little by little we start to investigate the anomaly, the strangeness, the little disruption... we all become leapers and gulpers – our paradigm undergoes a quantum shift – we start incorporating nought into the equation – we are now

What?

Not what i can say, but leap and gulp the void, the emptiness above and you will know, you will see the visions that change the nature of things, imperceptibly, subtly but totally.

Vision? What exactly are you talking about?

That depends

On what?

On you, of course.

How do you mean?

Whether you’re ready to go beyond the void of nought

Beyond?

Whether you’re ready to gnow

Ready to gnow?!

Ready to gnought

To gnought?! What on earth are you on about?

I gnow not which is more than enough

You’re making no sense at all.

Correct, making no sense is right at the heart of

Of what? Stop doing that Merry. I demand to know.

What’s the point? There’ll always be something else, something you don’t yet know because your closed system isn’t in fact closed, isn’t even a system though it certainly appears to be

I give up. I tried to make sense of all this but there’s a limit you know.

Naturally, which is precisely what we’re beating around

That would be a bush, not a limit.

Because sooner or later we’re going to notice the gap in things, that minor, seemingly irrelevant gap, that suddenly turns out to be huge, or hugely significant, just as soon as you cast yourself adrift in it, just as soon as you make that leap into the gap which momentarily disconnects you from the human block chain of self-verifying conscious-awareness

The what?

And discover what it rests upon, what it’s a product of

I’m not even going to make an attempt to

The breath-chain

Block chain, breath-chain, you seem to like your chains. Surprising for someone who claims to gnow and not simply know as us mere mortals...

Oh, it’s all there, believe me

What’s all there?

The noughts can be mined, they can be gnown, harnessed, traded, utilised

How?

The breath-chain

How, god dammit

Because we are all of the ether, all one in nought

And what, what, what the hell am I supposed to make of all this?

Make nothing – thing not, think not what, allow, simply allow yourself to access the infinite present within any-which nought, waiting to be discovered, waiting to be tapped, waiting to be mined gnowingly, to be engaged by z shifting

Z shifting, like I know what that’s supposed to be

As opposed to constantly xy time-spacing things – assuming something is missing, something incomplete – which is why, you assume, reality doesn’t live up to your expectations – your inner sense of what it should be

Er

Precisely – a breath-chain er can z shift you back into zero one correlation. It means that nothing new is required. Everything you need is already present, it simply has to be mined

As opposed to “mind” I suppose you’re trying to say?

Precisely, and what could be simpler. You have the i-drive already, don’t you

Er, that’s one of your many unsubstantiated claims, Merry. I personally don’t have a lot of faith in your so called infinity drive. It would be easier to accept if there was some kind of console.

An interface?

Precisely!

There is

Where? I don’t see it.

Zed it, Zie.

Oh bloody marvellous.

Everything you could possibly need is  

What?

Breathe it, Zie – what are you afraid of losing? You have everything to gain. The breath is a data retrieval system, and more. It not only locates within the infinities of nought whatever you are looking for, but then enables you to z shift into a corresponding version of things

To an other reality

Yes, if you like – in which whatever you seek is already realised fully, as soon as you make the appropriate z shift of xy

But how can that be?

No one knows, it is a function of the gnowing breath, in conjunction with the i-drive. Between the two of them there really is nothing they can’t manifest.

Oh

Other than the thing you’ve secretly been committed to, secretly been working to bring forth, to manifest, in your insane quest for matter, for something “certain”, something dependable beyond your self, beyond i am

You mean...

Yes, all along, consciously or unconsciously you’ve been trying to prove the existence of pure matter, matter untouched by life, love or consciousness, you’ve been desperately trying to prove that things actually exist in and of themselves, and you know what

No

You succeeded... but not as intended

How so?

By creating it, by becoming it – by weaving yourselves into a matrix of matter, by utterly subordinating yourselves to things in a system of things, burying your light, you isness in what

Eh?

The dark matter, the dark energy, the black hole, terms so beloved of your scientists, the zombie apocalypse of rational nihilism that cannot but deny the very essence until it consumes itself, or

Or what?

Deep within the matrix, within the womb of that closed, isolated state of being, a seed germinates, new life comes forth, all of a sudden humanity finds itself leaping out of the water and gulping air, embracing the quantum field, discovering new technologies, doing things that disrupt the totality of the 3D state, revealing a whole new way of engaging, of interfacing things

Like what?

Like discovering how anything can be noughted, can be switched off, sent to a friend on the other side of the world, then unzipped, rethinged

How, if only it were true...

Of course it’s true, and even if it weren’t – it is now that I’ve mentioned it, such is the nature of things.

So I can email an apple to someone in Australia

Or on the moon, yes, of course, which is why it’s time to start breathing gnowingly, to access the breath chain, to zed shift into the version of reality where things have already flowed into the configuration you now desire.

But

How? Simply by becoming aware of how you’re already controlling and manipulating things thingfully, simply by allowing your breath to tune to and access the infinite lurking within all matter, all things. Cuckoo la la, it is i am

And that’s it? Nothing more concrete?

Oh there’s this one little thing

Yes?

I release all debts, i close and annul all covenants by the power vested in me, by the 0=1 that i be.

Oh that.

I release the finities, the fairies and elements trapped within things and thing, within mind and matter, and spinning, dancing

Hey, come down Merry, where are you floating off to? Come down! You’ll get yourself

Wanna bet? Come on Zie, the planets await