in Xanadu

Guys, love is not.

Not what?

Not anything…

Oh come on! That’s bull…

Wait a minute. Stop jumping the gun.

Oh, I’m…

Yes – I know. Full of it.

Hey – no need to be abusive.

No abuse intended. Now shut up and listen.

What?! Forget it. I don’t appreciate being spoken to like that.

O

O as in Oh?

Just O.

No apology?

None whatsoever.

Well that’s it then. I’m out of here.

Ok, see you.

You know – you should think twice before speaking down at people.

Yep. See ya.

Don’t think you’re above common decency – just because you know a thing or two about the quantum field. You’re mistaken Merry.

Yep. Bye.

I can see you’re without remorse. Well don’t expect me to come back.

No. You’re welcome.

You’re just going to boot me out like that?

No. You said you’re going. I’m not standing in your way.

On the contrary – you seem to want me to go. How could I possibly stay when you spoke to me like that?

I have no idea. Really – it’s none of my business. And besides…

Yes?

I don’t care.

What?!! I don’t believe it. You’re evil. You’re inhuman. A freak…

Zie splits open. Don’t ask me how. One part of him is standing there, beside himself with anger – hurling abuse, not without justification, at Merry. The other half – Marina – is watching, evidently amused. Merry seems to have no difficulty discerning the two. One half of him turns to Marina and asks –

How’s it going Marian?

Oh, not bad. That took some doing, didn’t it?

Yes. You’re tightly interwoven.

Is that the only way to separate us?

No. There are others.

Like what?

Oh – prayer and meditation – you know – gentle and holistic.

But you prefer high drama?

Well, you know me. Never one to turn down an opportunity to create a scandal.

So what’s the plan Merry?

Oh – we were talking about love – me and Zie.

Yes, I know, but you knew he wasn’t going to hear what you were saying.

Yes.

So what does all this achieve?

No idea.

None? I find that hard to believe.

Well, at the very least it gives me the opportunity to chat with an intelligent, attractive young lady.

Oh, ever the flatterer.

Flattery? If you think that’s flattery you ain’t seen nothing yet.

Ok – you have my attention. What do you want from me?

Want? You make this sound so, how can I put it, mercenary.

I think I know you Merry. You always have an ulterior motive up your sleeve, or lurking in the shadows of your under-psyche.

Yes, you’re right. I thought it would be nice to have a chat.

I’m all ears… By the way – where was I?

You don’t know?

Duh… do I ever know?

You were at Zie^-1.

Yes, I know that – but where exactly was i?

You know – I don’t really know. We could take a look if you like.

That would be nice. I feel it might er…

What?

Help Zie to come to terms with something that’s kind of blocking him.

Yes, I think you’re right.

How are you going to arrange this Merry?

Well, if you don’t object I’ll pop Zie into a beetle I have ready, just by chance, for such an occasion.

"Just by chance" – I understand.

The casual observer observes something which makes utterly no sense – Zie who appears to be frozen mid-rant suddenly morphs into a rather attractive rainbow beetle and flies directly across the event horizon between x¹ and x^-1. Obviously, observing this, the casual observer immediately discounts it all as an aberration, and contrives to forget whatever it was in next to no time, or, t^-c – where c denotes the speed of light – conveniently avoiding the need to face or deal with the quantum divide which we just happen to live astride. For a split second the casual observer scratches his/her head, wondering where Zie disappeared to, and then, conveniently, forgets the fact that Zie has just disappeared, i.e. dematerialised, i.e. transformed into a rainbow beetle – though, of course, it could have been any other type of beetle had Merry arranged things differently – and thus, long story short, the casual observer is able to continue observing the fact that 3D reality is utterly, utterly normal, and things are, as ever, in their rightful place, and entirely unaffected by quantum winds of change or even fluctuations. Any changes that do occur – which are observed without obliviation or other ex post facto editing techniques are all, naturally, entirely explicable in terms of known 3D agents of cause and effect, are they not… yawn. Nothing to be concerned about. Moving on... moving on... a crocodile with wings – how likely is that? Conspiracy nut!

Ah, there you are Zie.

Oh, Marina, hi! ###

Zie is suddenly smitten – not by the fact that he’s now in the form of a rather gorgeous rainbow beetle – which he utterly fails to notice, but that Marina, attractive and brilliant – is bothering to notice him. As we’ve already established – she’s his ^-1 so there’s little or no way he can look at her indifferently. His whole beetly body, his soul and inner essence vibrates, hums and buzzes with her captivating presence. Beyond feelings, passions or emotions – beyond anything you might misguidedly refer to as "love" there is this purely atomic experience of fact – that your ^-1 is the completion you've always secretly been yearning for, yet never imagined possible.

Ah, Zie, I see you’re already acquainted with Marina. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that you’re already head over heels in love with her!

Nifty move that, Merry. If there’s one thing that the quantum level can’t abide, it’s being observed, and if there’s one thing we can be sure as day of, it’s that a human beetle is as far from 3D reality as is quantumly possible. So, suddenly, Zie is utterly unable to continue being the lovestruck Romeo – as long as he’s being observed. It becomes an all but mathematical impossibility.

In love? No, of course not. I’m just, how can I put it, delighted to see you again Marina. It’s been a while hasn’t it?

Yes, indeed Zie. You’re looking well!

You too.

Do you think so?

Oh yes. I adore dung beetles.

What?

Dung beetles – adorable.

Er… Zie. Are you quite alright?

Yes, of course.

I think Zie meant to say Abyssinian maid. He adores Abyssinian maids.

Oh, yes, that’s what I meant to say. Thanks Merry.

Don’t mention it.

So, I’m an Abyssinian maid? How very er… poetic.

Yes indeed. I blame Coleridge. He never could leave them alone.

Coleridge?

The poet.

Yes, I know he’s a poet. You mean to say…

Yes, apparently so.

We're at the source of his poem Kubla Khan?

Yes, we must be, I suppose.

Oh my God. I don’t believe it.

I know, it seems far-fetched, doesn't it, but after all, we are dealing with the quantum stream.

Ok – so, let me get this straight – I’m an Abyssinian maid and this is Xanadu.

Yes, it would appear so.

Over there is Alph, the sacred river and – the stately pleasure dome?

It’s all coming back, isn’t it?

Yes, my God! But the problem is it’s either one or the other, isn’t it?

How do you mean?

Either it’s 3D reality with all those strange things you have there – what do you call ‘em?

Computers, mobile phones, microwave ovens…

Yeah, whatever – or it’s the living, singing poetry of epic, heroic tale – in which all of us are moving, breathing, flowing in time with its inner rhythm, its poetic essence, with not the slightest inkling of our entanglement with a diametrically opposed 3D variant.

Yes, apparently so.

So, what gives.

Huh?

There has to be some way of squaring the circle.

Er…

Of bringing the two sides back into alignment.

Oh that – yes – I suppose there must be.

But what went wrong?

If I’m not mistaken it was the postman.

The what?

The postman. He knocked on the door – to deliver a parcel, and by the time Coleridge had gone back to his writing desk he’d completely lost the vision. Couldn't complete the poem. Damn shame.

You’re serious?

Never more so.

There’s got to be more to it than that. You can hardly claim the fate of humanity rests upon a single postman delivering his mail inopportunely.

Who’s to say it was the wrong moment? Maybe Coleridge was ahead of the game – the voice of a prophet. Maybe it wasn’t time for the full tale to emerge.

No?

Maybe that’s what you and Zie have to bring to the world.

Us? But how – if he’s a beetle and doesn’t even recall his 3D self while he’s here.

But you do – don’t you?

Oh my God.

Yes?

Yes! I do.

And this is a first, if I’m not mistaken.

It is. I’ve never remembered it more than a few fleeting seconds. What’s happened? What’s changed?

I’m guessing…

No – don’t guess. I want the real answer.

Actually I was speaking figuratively.

Oh, were you?

Well, yes, of course. We call this quantum alignment.

Do we? Why is it I’m under the distinct impression that you just made this term up?

Probably because I did just make it up – but that doesn’t stop it from being correct.

Good point. So quantum alignment – what exactly is it?

Good question. Apparently that’s when the time is ripe, or when the levels have equalised, or when the disks are spinning at the same rate – or at octaves of each other.

Er…

The rate of spin can be an octave higher or lower – more if necessary – but that doesn’t alter the fact that they’re matched.

Ok. So, if you’re right…

If?! Of course I’m right… What do you take me for. Goodness gracious – I'm sick of...

Temper temper Merry! What’s come over you?

Oh dear – I don’t know.

Yes you do – you set this whole thing up, didn’t you!

Did I? I don’t know what you mean?

By provoking me.

It wasn’t you Marina – it was me.

Sorry Zie, little confusion.

You mean to say, Merry, that you deliberately provoked me.

Er… ye-es – I guess you could say that.

But why?

Because he needed to split you in half – and that’s a lot easier when you’re in an agitated state.

Ok – I can see that. But that doesn’t explain why Merry is flying off the handle now, does it. He’s suddenly become positively human.

Of course he has – I mean – is.

Is?

He is now positively human – we’re the quantum other halves of his humanity.

We are?

Apparently so.

So where does Merry actually fit in? Do you imagine he’s Kubla Khan?

I shudder to think. Merry? Do you know who you really are?

Leave me alone. I’m not feeling well.

Oh come on Merry. Here – let me play on this dulcimer – that will put you in better spirits.

Oh – well done Marina – I had no idea you could play so well.

Thanks Zie. Neither did I. Amazing how things just come to you, isn’t it, on this side of the quantum curve?

Yes, indeed. There – he’s fallen asleep.

Merry’s fallen asleep? I don’t believe it.

Whyever not?

Because he’s never ever been asleep – not in my presence – not in all these years.

No? That’s a bit bizarre, isn’t it?

Not if he’s the observer – the reference point from which all is observed.

Do you imagine such a thing is possible? Wouldn’t we just vanish if that were the case – once he fell asleep?

I’m not sure. I suspect not.

Wheels within wheels?

Yes, I think so. There’s always another horizon – always an observer observing the proceedings.

So how do we get back.

Back?

Yes, how do we make sense of all this.

I…

don’t know?

Actually – I do.

Temper temper?

Yes, that was it, wasn’t it?

You think so?

I’m sure of it. I don’t know why – but emotions such as anger evidently cross the quantum curve.

Yes, that would explain a lot. So who’s going to do it?

Who’s going to do it – I can’t believe you’re trying to thrust the responsibility on me again. You always do.

I do not.

Yes you do. It’s always me.

Now wait a minute.

Wait a minute? I’ve been waiting a minute since the day you were born – and what’s there to show for my infinite patience?

I think I’ve done pretty well actually.

Pretty well? Look at you – you’ve learnt nothing.

What do you mean “learnt nothing”. I’ve learnt at least as much as you.

Well if that’s the case then explain this…

No, don’t you dare.

Marina suddenly shifts form and turns into a dung beetle and starts fighting with Zie, beetle to beetle.

Ow, you’re crushing my… oh – what do you call this body part?

Suddenly the two of them are laughing hysterically – laughing till tears roll down their faces – and there is Merry too – watching the proceedings.

Beetles don’t laugh!

No, I suppose not.

So that means we’re back again – in human form.

Speak for yourself. I was always in human form.

Don’t be ridiculous Zie. You could never come to my home in human form.

Oh – I suppose you’re right. Come to think of it – I do seem to remember being a rather beautiful rainbow beetle – which is more than can be said for you Marina.

Don’t you dare!

If I’m not mistaken…

Don’t you dare – I said.

I don’t see what you’ve got against dung beetles. They’re very noble creatures – greatly revered by the ancient Egyptians, if I’m not mistaken.

Right – that’s it. I’ve had enough.

Cool it Marina… it’s just a form – it’s no big deal.

Cool it? I’ll…

And for a split second Marina is on the point of exploding – about to flip back onto the otherside of the quantum stream – when once again she finds herself at variance with herself, or with her preconceptions.

Seriously Merry – was there any particular reason why I was a dung beetle?

Or an Abyssinian maid?

Good question Marina – is there any rhyme or reason to anything – we might ask – but until we’ve figured out how the various pieces fit together in our fragmentary tale – we’re not going to get very far.

You mean the tale of Coleridge and Kubla Khan?

Yes – I think it’s important.

Important? How important?

Absolutely vital.

But he just forgot everything.

As we all do.

No, surely not.

Huh?

Surely you don’t Merry?

What?

Forget everything.

You think I’m the exception?

But you’re the observer, aren’t you?

Yes, until I fall asleep. And then?

And then who was?

It was us, wasn’t it. We shifted into full beetle mode – through anger ending up here in laughter.

You emoted.

Emoted?

We emoted – we journeyed through emotion – and form, time and space accommodated us. They yielded to our right of passage.

But we weren’t really observing, were we?

No, how could we be – we were fighting.

In your emotional state. But there was another part of you which you’re overlooking.

There was?

Yes. Feel it now, if you would. Here – look at this.

Merry starts swaying his head back and forth – and the next moment he appears to be a serpent – a serpent who gazes with utter, absolute detachment – without any emotion whatsoever. A somewhat chilling, soulless stare, from a human perspective.

No – that’s appalling. I don’t want to know.

I know – it’s sickening – but let’s be honest...

No, I can’t.

Come on Zie. If we don’t we’re never going to learn. We’re never going to bring the two sides back together again. It’s not like this is something new. It’s always been there – we’ve just avoided knowing what we know.

I don’t care Marian – I for one am not a serpent.

Well I am – so see how it feels now.

Marina – follows Merry swaying her head from side to side – and the next moment she too is a serpent. This is something Zie can neither deny nor come to terms with. Close to despair, yet, at the same time, feeling the moment has come – Zie throws back his head and howls like a wolf, emptying the loneliness of eternity before he follows suit and joins the other two. They slip, they slide, they flow, they fly – now dragonlike – through the various chapters and layers of story – over Xanadu, over Fantasia, Atlantis and beyond, beyond, beyond – weaving the various plots and sub-plots together into one epic tale… a serpent's twisting coiling tail, led by its utterly cold, dispassionate, impossibly objective, infra red vision. S they fly at the speed of time. S they unwind and wind all the countless karmic threads, arriving at a singularity – an Om-ic One where nothing is left, nothing remains.

Ok, Ok Merry – I accept love is not… Big deal.

You’re right Zie, it is a big deal, when you let the big, big not, the nought of love spin freely, like a wheel, like a disk… to infinity and beyond.

A flying saucer perchance?

Oh yes, why not.

So, now that I’ve swallowed my pride and accepted you were simply goading me to anger to split me in two…

Yes?

I think it’s only fair that you should read the next chapter which I wrote with Marian, while you were sleeping…

Oh nooooooo… you never. Just when I thought we'd reached the end...
the serpent rears its fearful head
with eyes of seeing naught but hate
and bites your soft behind
lovingly

Lovingly? I thought you said...
O, never mind ~ 

§§§

       

locked in sanity

Did i tell you how to breathe

yourself into 0=1 it is i am?

Er… what are you on about?

Did I tell you how the      breath

can and does control the state

of being   you occupy?

Er…

Did I? For until you set the breath

to infinity

you cannot

will not

shift –
you’re matrix bound

locked in gear

processing things

infinitely

until death
intervenes

Er…

Did i tell you how the gate

is opened painlessly

should you choose

should you decide to reconnect

yourself to the conscious-ness grid

of all that is

should you decide to be

am is

as opposed to am thing
id-io-t? 

Er…

Did i tell you that things

coming to a head

indicate that now

it’s time to breathe infinity

if you’re willing to shift

the world your self

the world your self

the world your self

discovering the underside

of things

the underbelly of infinity

in the breath meets conscious ness

interface

determinedly

with clear unequivocal intent?

Er…

Did i tell you that things

are neither here nor there

though indeed they may help

or hinder you as you become aware

of obvious fallacies:

tectonic non-sequiturs
and seismic gaps in the narrative 

which nothing can fill

satisfactorily

or an obviously looping-loop
of pseudo-natural
algorithmic-ness

your so-called "time"
regulating the mind

killing the illusion

of things being

objectively

independent

of me?

Er…

Did i tell you that we have the opportunity

to breathe things back together

to close the loop

to restore infinity

to its rightfulness

to accept the personal nature of things

the personal nature of things?

Yes, the personal nature of things –

how all things can only be

and needs must flow

through me

through the all

the field

the 0=1 i cunningly
conceal

even from myself

even from me
the me i so assiduously be

absurd though this seems

for who would bear the whips
and scorns of time

the oppressor’s wrong

the proud man’s contumely

the pangs of despised love

the law’s delay

the insolence of office and the spurns

that patient merit of the unworthy takes

when he himself might his quietus make

with a bare bodkin?

as Hamlet says

as Shakespeare
William iterates –
i name his name intentionally
except substitute now we must
“breath”

for “bodkin”   thingless “breath”

now
at the dawn of a new age
dramatic pause – Aquarius

for neither knives nor death

have the power to stop things

much adoing
strutting their stuff
on our life stage
to what end?  – you may ask

merely turning as they do

another same page
merely “sound and fury”
signifying what?
i cannot say
interminably

Er…

breathe

Er…

breathe me back

to being the power hub

centre

the balance

of all things

no matter where

no matter what

no matter how

and let be –
the limitless state of is

 take care of being

undamning

the dammed

pent-up flow

of fluid-dynamicly
feeling-know

irrespective of me

of thoughts

beliefs

or our massively

circumscribed 

mental physical
abilities
here in sanity

breathe

for nought else can catch

the scale

the scope

the unthinkable audacity

of all that is

be

croak
frog princely

infinity
and meet me beyond
form beyond
words
samelessly

running with the hare

When i reached the edge of humankind

i sat down and wept

with broken hearted naked joy

Er guys… can we have a break from all this heavy poetry stuff?

Er… yeah, why not.

It’s just there’s only so much i can handle. It does my head in after a while.

Yeah, me too.

So what’s it going to be?

Er…

You mean you have nothing planned?

Er…

Nothing?

Er…

Well in that case i might as well go home.

You sure?

Sure?

Are you sure that would be a good idea?

A good idea?

To go home.

To go home? Of course – if there’s nothing doing here.

It’s just – we’ve taken some liberties with the quantum field.

Er… what exactly do you mean?

It’s like – you may find it hard to access the regular matrix settings where your home is generally positioned.

May i enquire who authorised you to “take liberties” as you put it?

Actually you did.

I did? When?

You remember how you felt about things happening in the world at large – wars and horrific things.

Yes…

And you said enough – 0=1 – you read the “over my dead body” riot act to things in general, as well you might.

Ok…

Well, all that was nicely executed. We’ve now reached the stage where things are no longer able to happen without explicit consent.

We have? No more bombs?

Oh – the bombs can be fired off all they like, but they can’t hit the target and cause loss of life without your explicit consent.

Awesome. Well I’m not going to give it, am I?

No, probably not, unless you decide you’re not ready to face the broader reaches of the quantum stream.

Huh?

Well, anything that’s about to happen is only about to happen here in 3D reality.

Right…

Out there in the quantum stream it’s all just competing potentialities and various jurisdictions – all of which has to be routed through your conscious awareness.

Ok. I don’t see what the problem is. I’m sure my conscious awareness can handle just about anything.

As indeed it can – if you’re ready to let it run uninhibited.

Well, why would I try to stop it?

You might, for instance, have concerns about your sanity.

Oh that? Is that all?

Actually it’s quite a big deal. If you start trying to hold things in the familiar channel, to throttle the flow of meta.

As in matter?

Meta is matter before it becomes matter.

So I’m supposed to let it flow uninhibited?

Absolutely – otherwise you create a sail effect.

A what?

Any obstruction’s going to act like a sail – especially if you’re still operating from an essentially 3D perspective. That’s because the quantum field leads back to infinity in a way 3D cannot.

And?

And so there’s a wind or stream which is powerful enough to dematter anything in almost zero time – if matter were foolish enough to attempt to escape beyond the envelope.

Envelope?

Yep. You’ve certainly noticed by now that 3D reality is a circumscribed, contained space.

Like planet Earth.

Exactly, except it’s not in fact gravity itself that keeps you locked in this particular 3D.

No?

No – gravity is merely something that is thought to act upon things – but at the quantum level things are always nothinged by other.

Nothinged – as in cancelled out?

Well – yes and no – if they were cancelled out you might imagine the sum of the parts is zero or nought.

And it’s not? There’s more to us than nothing – even at the quantum level?

Yes and no.

Damn your equivocations Merry.

Yes and no because at the quantum level you are infinitely elastic – you no longer insist on thinking you’re this or that, or taking one form, one position or another. Like electricity or light – you are no longer defined locally. You can be anywhere or everywhere.

In other words I become part of the universal consciousness?

Yes – that’s a fairly truthful way of describing it, though every naming always brings its own difficulties – sooner or later… which is why we tend to put all the really important information into stories.

Stories?

Yeah – like fairy tales or myths.

Oh.

They’re the closest you get to an operating manual for the quantum side of things – because they avoid categorical thinging or naming. Everything in fairy tales is able to be dismissed as pure fantasy or fiction – and thus, can sail very, very close to the headwinds of infinity.

Oh. So I should be studying fairy tales, should i?

Not necessarily. You’ll find yourself studying them, or not perhaps studying – more like tuning into them just as soon as you’re ready to download information pertaining to infinity.

Oh – it just happens naturally – you’re saying?

Yes, more or less – because if you’re not ripe for the wisdom, truth or coded messages in them – you’ll just fail to absorb anything, or you’ll start trying to process them in terms of 3D things – which will increase the size of your sail – not diminish it.

So I’ll get blown further back.

Exactly.

So I can’t try to do anything to make this happen.

Why would you want to try?

You know – to get ahead… to make progress.

Progress? You’re thinking materially. All the progress in the world, or the entire universe amounts to nought where the quantum field is concerned.

Ouch.

You’ve been taught that the universe is something big – which it is from within 3D.

And you’re saying it’s not?

How can it be big or small? Infinity, by definition – cannot be measured, not because it’s too big or too small…

No? Then what?

Things are what you get when infinity endeavours to gaze at its own navel, to see itself blink.

Huh?

Compulsively, obsessively, infinity becomes aware that there’s something else besides itself – and seeks to validate or confirm what it is, or what it is not – in terms of any other thing or things it’s able to calculate, conceive or perceive.

You mean infinity starts second guessing itself?

Yes. It gets all tied up in knots trying to slow itself down to the point where matter materialises. It pats itself on the back and believes it’s making progress – if it just goes a bit further it will get to the truth.

The philosophers stone?

Yes. So mathematically, fractally, chemically, biologically, genetically – you name it – on multiple fronts simultaneously – it’s chasing its own tail – trying to hit the event horizon – the speed at which things reveal themselves fully – or reveal what their essence might be – or reveal the observer gazing into them.

And you’re saying this approach is doomed to failure?

Not exactly.

What then?

This approach takes the conscious awareness deeper and further into matter – into things – and that’s a journey beset with pain and suffering – a journey which certainly enables us to catch glimpses of beauty – a journey which intrigues, which appals, inspires and exhausts us – until we hit the bottom of the pile – our energy is so extended – spread so thin – is so wrapped up in things that we can neither proceed nor retreat.

Entropy?

Yes, entropy.

And is there no other way? Are we all doomed to founder on the sandbanks of entropy?

Yes and no.

Yes and no? I should be annoyed – I usually am when you equivocate like this.

Strange isn’t it – this alternative response you're experiencing.

Yes – i guess it is. Is there anything to it?

You mean is it significant?

Yes.

Of course.

So what does it signify, the fact that I’m able to respond to your yes-no equivocation… thusly?

What if I just fall silent for a moment or two and allow you to feel what it is…

What if… ok

Take your time – probe, investigate, allow a latent curiosity to sniff around and discover what’s at stake, what’s at play… the dog's nose, the cat's whiskers, senses you've never even dreamt you possess.

[….]

That will do.

That will do? But we’ve barely started.

Actually, that’s not strictly true. You flipped outside time almost immediately. In human terms or Earth time you’ve been frozen in contemplative inquiry for seven years and fourteen days.

I have? Are you sure?

Look into my voice – feel where I’m coming from.

How?... Oh

You see – you’d never have figured out how to scan the depths of where I’m coming from prior to now – seven years well spent, I’d say.

You mean to say I’ve spent seven years fourteen days learning how to navigate the feeling space within…

Yes, that’s not a bad way of putting it. These things take time – but fortunately you have an infinity at your disposal.

An infinity? Isn’t that a contradiction in terms? How can infinity be an?

In the same way you can be you – a being thing.

Oh – ok. That makes sense.

So instead of trying to grasp things or fit infinity into those little boxes you set up for your 3D rational thinking process…

Yes, I get where you’re coming from… I have to stay on the feeling, sensing, knowing side of things – where I can feel what I’m pushing against – I can factor myself into the equation – something I never used to do.

Correct. And what does that mean?

Factoring myself in – it’s like yes-noing myself.

Good.

It’s like unknowing and reknowing myself in terms of whatever I’m examining, whatever I'm working with.

To what end?

If you can’t change it – then you can discover how it and you are somehow, somewhere already a perfect fit – but only if i is willing to let go of every preconception that’s been locking me in whatever thing I’m holding myself out to be.

Good. Isn’t it a painful experience – isn’t it like taking self-denial to the n^th degree?

Not exactly – no. You’d think so, wouldn’t you?

Yes, in the 3D state of mind you would definitely think so.

But in actual fact – there’s a sweetness, a giving, a blending, a merging, a dissolving of barriers and separation which is really very close to what we would experience in 3D when coming together sexually.

Ah ha, is that so?

Yes. I guess this can be described as fusion?

Correct, it can, it is.

So all those obstacles and difficulties – once we’re ready, once we’re willing to grab the nettle… once we’re willing to immerse ourselves in the quantum stream – to dissolve our shibboleths – to experience that supreme act of surrender and, paradoxically, conquest – pleasure and pain, then, and only then do we come close to discovering…

Yes?

It is i am?

It is i am

That i was always ever the universe, always ever infinity, always ever one – no matter what, no matter what…

In matters vegetable, animal and mineral… yes – there was always going to be another iteration, extrapolation, postulation or frequency of thing above and beyond – no matter what – so in the end, it matters not in the least where or when you agree to accept universality – it’s always going to feel kind of strange at first…

“Kind of strange” – talk about inverted hyperbole!

Yes – beyond endurance yet infinitely doable, just like dying or being born – a moment of high strangeness followed by a lifetime, actually more like an eternity of blissful discovery.

Blissful discovery… something tells me that we’re the flip side of that.

Something tells you right – which is how and why no matter how dire, dreadful and horrific things seem to be here – in this “reality”…

In actual fact, once “other” is factored in…

Once we allow infinity to really stretch out and lengthen her stride…

Then the worst of things to manifest here in 3D require that complete disconnect provided for us by “matter”, a complete failure to perceive what’s really going on, what’s really unfolding – to appear to be bad in what we refer to as “time”.

In what we refer to as time… Ah yes – and there’s a ten thousand word story waiting to be told, is there not?

Indeed – for supposing linear time were not in fact bound to advance one step at a time…

Imagine it could waltz – one two three, one two three – ah time – I see you run rings around the conscious 3D mind.

Indeed, indeed, indeed. But let us adjourn. We have breathed a web of darkness and light – we have introduced softness and malleability into a rigid exoskeleton which is, even now, rediscovering the syncopated beat, the missing moment during which alterations in the narrative present themselves – if I’m willing to let bygones be bygones – if I’m willing to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds…

To feel the faintest breath of infinity which indicates a concealed door… into an other…

To find myself stepping in time with measureless all, as opposed to trying, ever trying to catch up with things...

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