0=1 welcome to g-nome I be Merry: Chapter 7

Er... where was i?

Oh hi Jenny. I didn’t know you were upstairs. What’s that you’re reading?

Er...

Spells? Aren’t you a bit old for that?

Er... Actually it’s poetry. Age doesn’t matter.

Fair enough, but you’ve already done the Harry Potter thing. I thought you’d be more into romance by now.

Please Mary...

You like Jane Austen.

That’s different. That’s classical literature.

Ok, if you want to split hairs. Anyway, I’ve got to go to the hairdresser. I have a date tonight.

Oh great! Who is it this time.

You don’t know him.

Do you?

No, not really. He’s tall, dark and handsome unless he photoshopped his picture.

Well, good luck. Eh Mary, I need some advice.

Yes?

Do you think i should wear black, purple or green to the witch’s Halloween ball. Here, i have three sample pieces of material.

Oh the green, definitely, it suits your eyes.

Thanks, see you around...

Has she gone?

Oh my God, what on Earth are you doing here?

Jenny, we haven’t time for this. I’m here, ok, which is only possible if you invited me here.

It is? I don’t remember inviting you.

That’s immaterial.

Is it? I don’t think so.

You’re not likely to remember much of anything that transpires in other spheres of conscious-ness, are you, and yet you control who or what is able to step across from one sphere into this one, so let’s move on.

But if I’m really in control can i send you back?

Sure you can, if you go to the 33 level where you arrange permits and security clearance for cases such as this.

And how am i supposed to go to the 33^rd level?

You’re asking me when you’ve just been there yourself?

Yes, because I don’t remember being there.

Well, it simply requires fierce intent. Failing that you could ask me to give you a nudge.

Could i? But how do i know you’ll nudge me the right way?

You’ll know once you’re there, as you always do, but how do i know you’re not going to repeat this ridiculous procedure ad nauseam if you haven’t yet figured out how to connect your right and left spirals into one circuit.

Er... I don’t know. How can i set up a fool proof way of proving whether this is real or not?

I have no idea. Actually that’s not entirely true, but I’m certainly not going to do your thinking for you.

Ok Merry, give me a nudge.

Wait a mo. Tie this to your left ear and this to your right.

Oh, ok, if i must.

And put on this tiara.

Wow, it’s beautiful.

Yes, it should be, i made it myself. Now, brace yourself – this is going to be a little

A little? You call that little? What just happened? How come I’m still alive? I should be dead. That wasn’t a normal push…

Er…

Quit stalling Merry. I want an explanation and I want it NOW!

Oh right, I get you. Most impressive Jenny. I didn’t realise you had a 72 font size red in you. Awesome.

If you’ve quite finished dodging the issue.

Dead – yes, of course you died.

It was atomic. The entire universe crashed, collapsed, cascaded down into its zero point – so, technically speaking, you and everyone else just died.

But…

But obviously you live to tell the tale – so what does it mean?

Precisely – what?

It means that +1 physicality – the material world you know and love – ain’t the touchstone, the grand arbiter of what is and what is not.

Er…

You and everyone died – but it happened in no time at all. In fact, the same thing happens trillions of times a second. You’re all constantly dying and reincarnating – usually in a slightly different position – which is how you’re able to move around.

You mean to say we wouldn’t be able to move around if we weren’t popping in and out of zero point?

Naturally. If you could but see how every thing is in fact locked in a web, a lattice of probabilities – you’d understand how absurd it is to imagine that things can just slide around, and move relative to each other. In fact, to move a single atom or a single point requires that every other point in the universe is recalculated and restated. In other words, you can’t move a single point without moving everything else.

But…

Yep – bloody crazy – but entirely logical if you think about it. So, you’ve been living in a dreaming world – because you’ve been operating within “time”.

And what, pray tell, is “time”.

Fairly obvious, isn’t it, or it should be by now.

Just get on Merry, I’m in no mood for your intellectual snobbery.

Time, dear Jenny, pretty Jenny, sweet, lovely Jenny, is an average, a smoothing away of those nasty little jerky jumps – as one thing reappears in another position. It’s the same thing that makes a movie animation look like it’s real movement, as opposed to a series of disjointed frames.

A blurring and smudging.

Precisely. Which is fine, as long as you’re operating within the paradigm.

Paradigm? You mean 3D.

You bet. Doing the usual thing within 3D you have no need to circumvent time – it’s a nifty programme that ensures continuity and cohesiveness, but…

Yes? Don’t try my patience Merry – I’m not in the mood.

Well, the minute you need to step outside Windows operating system, or whichever one you’re using on your computer or smart phone – then it’s necessary to collapse time.

And destroy the entire universe?

Well yes – a little dramatic I admit – but it gets easier with practice.

So, you mean to say it’s ok to obliterate the entire effing universe?

Well, that depends from whose perspective you’re looking.

Well, I seem to be alive.

As indeed you are – but the rest of them – they’re a-gonner.

No. I can’t believe that. You’ve got to be kidding.

Nope. They’re all gone – at least the material side of them is gone. The essence, of course, is completely unharmed, and will spring back the minute you come back into time.

So what are they experiencing at this moment.

Zilch. They’re locked out of time. This moment simply doesn’t exist for them.

Then it’s no big deal, is it?

Yes and no – you see we might decide to fork left or right, and then their universe would no longer be remotely the same – and some of them – many of them in fact, could be obliterated or transmuted. Such is the nature of things.

But you said their essence is unharmed. You’re contradicting yourself.

Yes. I always do, at least when I’m talking about things like this. You have to understand that most people invest all or much of their awareness into things, including that fussy little thing called “me”. They have little or no awareness of their essence – and so – they’re kind of screwed when you or someone else forks left or right. If they’ve invested all their eggs in one basket.

But that means you’re like a murderer or something?

Nope.

But they’re all dead.

Yes, but are you the thing – really? The thing is just a thing – like a corporation. It has no conscious-ness of its own. It’s only conscious and aware as long as you’re sustaining it with your attention. It’s like a puppet that you’re playing with – nothing more.

But you can’t really mean to say that the entire universe – all the people on our planet

and millions of other planets

and millions of other planets – that they amount to nought?

That, dear Jenny, is precisely what I meant to say, and I’m very grateful to you for being so succinct. You see, mathematically, a thing never, ever amounts to more than nought.

Huh?

Because a thing can only be thinged into existence if on the other side of the ledger a non-thing, an anti-thing is created. The two are both completely separate while at the same time, one and the same. There’s a meaty paradox for you to set your teeth into – and when you’re talking about your dark side – or experimenting with magic – you’re obviously getting a little closer to being aware of that duality, and exploring the extent to which it can be either resolved, or over-ridden from within the matrix.

And can it?

Of course! Things can always be fudged or smudged – time is elastic and so is space and so is x.

X? What’s that?

Oh, that’s the third element – the thing that you can never focus on, talk about or be aware of while you’re in the system. From outside, you see x as the third to space and time – but please don’t ask me to explain it using 3D terminology or I’ll really get in trouble.

Er… why?

Because exposing x, or bringing it too close to the other two can really make the entire pseudo-entity start to hiccough or choke.

I beg your pardon.

Damn.

Did you say “pseudo-entity”.

Bugger. Just forget it, ok. It was a mistake.

You mean to say that the whole matrix, the entire universe is a pseudo-entity.

I mean to say nothing of the sort.

That’s… gee… that’s mindblowing. It can’t be a real entity because it’s within time – but a pseudo-entity – so the entire universe is a conscious being – as long as we’re giving it our attention – which we are, of course, constantly.

Not now – right now it’s nowhere to be seen. In fact, right now it never existed and may never exist again. Things are nought, so to speak.

So what does one do when one is outside time?

I’m not at liberty to say.

But you brought me here.

At your request. Actually, I didn’t bring you “here” because here is nowhere in particular.

Oh yes, I asked you to give me a nudge, because… you just barged into my house – without permission – which is a violation of the 23^rd statute of inter-dimensional relations. Now, let me see, level 33.

Hum – that wasn’t too hard. Funny – it all seems very normal apart from the odd BANG and WHOOSH. The problem is, if I send Merry away, am I going to be cutting off my nose to spite my face? I mean – he’s a pain at times – er – most the time in fact – but even then… I’m not sure I really want to lock myself down into that strictly 3D space I used to occupy. Let’s try this console here. I love the way this place just kind of moulds itself to what I can understand and readily perceive. Now, my problem is how I can actually remember anything that’s happening here when I get back down, otherwise it’s all going to be a waste of time – he’ll just be able to say I invited him in, when I didn’t… BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I did? I invited him in but have no recollection. Damn – that’s kind of like losing the bet. I hope he isn’t listening in – otherwise he’ll be gloating. Come to think of it – what made him stay away from here? Can Merry actually hear any of this without my permission? X Which means no – I guess. Y Ok – so I have my privacy, and Merry can't ride roughshod over my soul integrity – my zero equals one. Y Well that’s a relief… because Merry doesn’t actually exist here at level 33? Y Amazing. He’s dead? YX He just doesn’t exist – because this is my fundamental node – in which the entire universe is expressly only, onely, totally through me? Y Unbelievable… So is there anything I can do to… now how to phrase the protocol? I don’t want to stop Merry from actually visiting me… in fact… what do I want? Um… You can’t advise me, can you? X Oh dear, responsibility, responsibility… This is, after all, my very own 0=1… Ok – I’ve got it – I think – I’ve had enough of living in the dark. I need to have some kind of link between the levels – between the dimensions. Can I arrange that? Y How – I wonder. Ok – let’s try this console – I wish to reconfigure my self, my basic set up, to rewrite the code of my reality down there, such that I may now hold memories of the different levels in some common inter-dimensional space. Enter. Signature. Date. Let it be. YYY Excellent. It looks like… what the heck is that… oh my God… that must be it… that must be the x Merry was talking of… Jesus… I can see why he didn’t want to describe it… the very words we use are derived from its essence – meaning they can never refer back to it in any way… So… ah… that tickling sensation somewhere in the middle of my brain – is that the pineal gland by any chance? Y but more – it extends down through the heart, in fact, it extends throughout… it reminds me of the humming bird, or a butterfly – the humming bird, that will do – wings beating so fast you can’t see them – and yet you can hear them and feel the breath of wind on your face. Ah ha… This is going to be a whole new ball game. Ok Merry, I’m ready.

I’m not stopping here at zero point – I’m going to restart the universe – it looks like it’s my turn to be God. Here goes: one, two, three: let there be light