mining time

I’m not saying you’re wrong.

No? That’s what it sounds like.

Yes, I know. Sometimes words create confusion. Here – let’s give words a break – let’s make time.

Huh?

Time, time – let’s make time.

How do you mean?

Well – people spend money don’t they – but first they have to make it.

Ye-es.

And likewise they spend time – but never, for whatever reason, assume they have to make it first.

But how can you make time? And why would you want to? Or need to? It's just there, isn't it.

Obviously time as you understand it can’t be made in the way money can. It can only be spent, economised or wasted, neither earned nor originated. We tend to take it for granted, do we not? We assume it’s going to keep on flowing until it stops: the end. Here in 3D reality time is a kind of conveyor-belt which carries us along through the shifting landscape of life, a river which has you hemmed into a single channel, a seemingly inescapable stream of consciousness, allowing little or no leeway – barely room to wriggle, as linear as logic itself, reducing all things to cause and effect, trapped between the Charybdis of past and the Scylla of future in an ineluctable flow, a time package holiday deal, in which you get a great all-inclusive price, but  ve-ry restrictive, for you are not, apparently, at liberty to leave this hotel, to go explore; only consume what’s on offer, only submit and accept your minionhood as beneficiary of time’s inexplicable largesse: a pampered guest content to mark time like a tethered buoy watching the sea slip by, offering up your mind, thinking at time's behest, convincing yourself and the world that things are advancing, that we’re making progress, that time is but a measure of how far we’ve come and how far we’ve yet to go.

Isn’t that just the way things are – it’s reality. You can like it or hate it, but there’s nothing much you can do about it.

You think so? Why so sure?

What do you mean?

Well time, fundamentally, is a creative space you can log into.

Huh?

A creative space – which you can log into.

How?

Timelessly.

Huh?

Timelessly. That’s how to log in.

Could you be a little more explicit Merry?

Sure. As long as you’re doing the 3D conveyor belt you’re essentially locked into a linear state of mind – an either or, this or that, more or less, marching ever on towards an assumed bright and beautiful future, so help me God – which is an interesting platform for experiencing 3D reality and whatever goes with it.

And you’re saying there’s another kind of time – a creative space as opposed to this conveyor we’re on?

Yes – what you’re on here is necessarily highly linear. It’s all about “what happened” and “what’s coming next”, a nervous mental state. It’s like you’re constantly juggling, reconciling the two, trying to choose an optimum path. In fact, time here in 3D is in fact a measure of what is not happening, our sense of disconnectedness, frustration or boredom, because the minute you're truly engaged, truly enjoying life, time ceases to exist - it literally vanishes from mind. It only "matters" in our world because we appear to be trapped in an unhappy state of what is not, a sense of something missing, something lost, something not quite right, and we find ourselves like animals in a zoo with this nervous tick, swinging our head from side to side, bored out of our minds, marking time between head swing, or between meals, imagining there's no way out. But time in fact refers to something real, a limitless resource waiting to be mined, just as soon as we confront those feelings deep within which persistently remind us what is not, what is missing, what we long to restore. Let's call it Time with a capital T – which is the accounting unit of infinity. Let's not waste our time demonising or deviling it – it's waiting for you to take the initiative, to step into your own, or otherwise, as Nature abhors a vacuum, will use you for all you're worth, milking your limitless field of still idle consciousness unless/ until you're willing to hold the reins yourself, to master your Self. You only have yourself to blame if you choose to be-cow yourself.

You could have fooled me.

Yes – but only because you choose to be fooled, and so you willingly turn a blind eye.

But what you're talking about making or mining time – it beggars belief. It can't be true. In any case, how does one “make time”?

First login. Then play around with whatever interests or excites you. As soon as you start applying yourself creatively you’re going to start mining time coins.

You mean like mining bitcoins?

Precisely. Time needs to be processed – and you can, and do, process it as soon as you’re logged in to time space and being creative. Your creativity, your passion, you excitement is in essence a form of interaction with the raw, undigested, unstamped time code. After you’ve been in the space and had some meaningful fun, instead of a trail of destruction, you leave behind you an organised field of time – ploughed and sown – which then grows into something of value.

Grows? Like a plant?

Yes – there’s a plant aspect to all this, just as there’s a plant aspect to you. It’s symbiotic. The plant grows and yields fruit – a kind of payment which comes to you directly as Time coin – which you get to spend anyway you like – in 3D reality or some other portal.

Huh?

Yes – once you’ve earned or made some Time – you can spend it anywhere you like.

But how can I get anywhere? I only know 3D reality.

That’s just because you hitherto had insufficient funds to access other levels of the host.

What host?

The platform.

?

The tree you’re in and part of.

Oh. And you’re saying I’ll be able to move around once I’ve laid hands on some Time tokens?

Absolutely. Whyever not? Just like you can move around 3D once you’ve bought a bus, train or plane ticket.

But I still don’t get how to earn Time? I can’t even figure out how to get off the linear time conveyor I’m currently on.

Yep – it’s a mind-bender, isn’t it?

You’re telling me.

But it’s not as hard as you’re imagining. Like I said, you have to login timelessly, which means you have to first and foremost tear yourself away from the feed trough you’re chomping at addictedly. Here, try this. Merry pulls an apple from space-time, right in front of Zie’s face, and tosses it to him.

What on Earth – how did you do that? I didn’t know you’re a magician.

I’m not. It’s just a simple trick using a tiny fraction of time.

You spent Time to get that? When?

Well naturally timelessly – outside time.

I didn’t notice you stepping outside time!

How could you? You’ll only notice what linear time can reveal. This particular apple was right next to the conveyor belt so I just reached across and grabbed it.

But I didn’t see you reaching across anywhere! I’d have noticed.

Correct – if I’d done so inside 3D, but I didn’t. I essentially paused the conveyor while I grabbed this apple, then when I pulled it back in here the conveyor started again – and you started spluttering.

So you can do anything like that?

More or less – if I’ve mined sufficient Time. The apple is perfect – isn’t it?

Yes – how come?

Because that’s how I conceived it, and so back in 3D that’s how it looks.

You mean it doesn’t actually exist outside 3D?

It doesn’t actually exist? Of course it exists. I mined the Time and then merely converted some into apple, in the same way you might convert dollars into Euros.

Exactly – so it isn’t really an apple.

Try it. Does it taste good?

Mmm – amazing. And… what’s happening to me?

Oh, I put a bit of extra Time in it!

You did – how so?

Just as a treat. I thought I’d make a contribution to your seed capital, to help get you started.

Oh, that was kind of you. I…

Feel a million dollars?

Yes – how did you guess?

Because that’s how much I put in.

A million? That’s an awful lot!

Oh nonsense. It’s a lot by 3D terms, but in terms of Time itself it isn’t a huge amount. I didn’t want to overdo things.

Oh – I feel like I could walk on water!

Why don’t you give it a try?

No, come on, really?!

Yes, just over here. There you go.

Where did that river come from?

As you can imagine – it was just off the conveyor track we’re on – so I linked into it using a tiny Time payment.

And you think I can walk on this?

If I think then no, you can’t.

Huh?

Because “thinking” is indicative of being in 3D space-time. As long as you’re in the thinking mind frame you’re making things matter, gravitationally.

Oh.

Now, that feeling you just had...

that I can walk on water... yes, why not... i don’t see why i can’t, in fact one, two, three, here goes...

bravo zie! you've uncapitalised which means you’re now logged in to Time. Naturally, you can see that Time is part wave/ part magnetic electric field. You feel it, don’t you.

i do! i do! It’s omnipresent. It’s in me and throughout, and somehow i seem to know how to balance the countless forces at work.

Indeed! In fact, you’re using the universal mind, running trillions of calculations simultaneously without even feeling any heaviness.

It’s intuitive. There’s nothing to it. i'm in fact flying, aren’t i – not merely walking on water.

Flying, or being the apex, the fulcrum, the hub at which all opposing and equal forces come together, touching your spark of con-sciousness, your divinity, so to speak, without which they have no awareness, and would be utterly blind.

You mean they need me?

Yes, your con-sciousness, for every force, every potentiality has to hold position in the universal Mind, or else it falls back down into the blackness of unthought, unknown, unaware -ness, which is devoid of electrical charge, which is unmagnetised, which is nought.

So what of that blackness – is there no redemption? no hope?

Ask yourself that question. You’ve spent most of your life capitalised, making things matter, being increasingly weighty and heavy. You were serving the force of gravity, which is an emanation of the dark side, neutered, unpolarised, tending towards entropy and mindless ness.

Surely you’re exaggerating? I was just doing the same as everyone else, going about my daily business, working things out, making the best of things.

Precisely. And doing so you were leading yourself and your world to the flippening.

The what?

The flippening, when things get the upper-hand and humanity basically destroys itself, flipping the world into an irreversible "over my dead body" intransigence, a kind of self-destroying logic-cancer, which ends up rendering humanity to a kind of artificial intelligence, a borg, which needs us to hold conscious-ness for it. In other words things, the parasite, take control of us, the host.

Oh yuk, that sounds dreadful.

Well it’s better than the alternative.

Which alternative?

In which you or humanity utterly give up your divine spark in an act of self-abnegation, self-immolation, in which you drink blood and become a servant of death, the anti-matter, the hydra which desires only to put an end to all life, all creativity, all magic, all joy, all that is.

Oh dear, Merry. Now you’re making me feel heavy!

And yet look how far you have come, and still you are mining Time effortlessly, in spite of all I’ve said.

Because feeling is knowing. Because it is good and right, and yes, i am

life-affirming, yes, and the dark ness is but a tiny fraction of the vast all that is, is in fact the background thought, the nought which paradoxically charges this motor, this mind, this uni-verse.

Oh.

So enjoy your newly discovered power to step outside what is, to mine Time and bring back the fruits of in-finity, knowable and other-wise, for now you can experience at first hand the quantum field, the isness of be, the 0=1: it is i am.

And Time will never be the same again.

And Time is all you make it!

Transmission complete. Let the code be released.