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