-Like I’ve told you a hundred times – it’s all just supposition.
-Like you’ve told me? Are you kidding? You’re the one who keeps on insisting that fairies and the likes are real.
-Have you ever seen a fairy?
-Not exactly. Maybe. It’s difficult to say.
-You see. All pure speculation or supposition. No basis in fact whatsoever.
-So let me get this right – you’re now turning round and insisting it’s all a con?
-Precisely.
-Having taken me countless times beyond 3D to the ends of the universe?
-What universe?
-What universe? What’s got into you Merry? It’s not like we’re living in a vacuum, is it?
-And what, pray, do the scientists say?
-That space is a vacuum – but so what – that’s space. The universe is more than space, isn’t it?
-Huh?
-I mean – if it’s a thing – a universe – then it must have some kind of edge – a membrane of sorts, which can hardly be a vacuum, can it?
-And why not?
-Because then the universe would just be a vast nothingness, an emptiness, a nought pressing down on our planet, solar system or galaxy. We wouldn’t be able to talk about a universe as such – just a collection of galaxies floating around in a vast emptiness of nothingness. Other than a little gravitational interaction between the galaxies there’d be nothing of any consequence correlating or integrating them into a universe, would there? Unless “gravity” itself is an intelligent field – a something in itself which is more than just a neutral force of matter attracting matter.
-I fail to see why gravity suddenly needs to be intelligent. What’s wrong with things just being things in an infinite emptiness of gravitational emptiness?
-Er… I’m not sure. It sounds ok, doesn’t it, on the one hand – yet if the universe originated in a big bang there needs to be something more behind it – or something more permeating it – some kind of parameters, some kind of guiding or shaping field-ness.
-Field-ness? What are you on about Zie?
-Well, the trouble is determining some kind of relationship between the vast galactic expanses of space and time we have now, and inception – the moment at which all this came into being. We need some kind of consistency – some kind of explanation showing how “a” became “b” – and of course, for it to be scientific we need to do so without relying on any third agency.
-You mean God.
-Well yes.
-Bit tricky, that, isn’t it – unless you want your gravitational field to be intelligent, shaping, and either self-willed or self-aware.
-Well, I’m sure we can work it out.
-Of course you can.
-Er...
-Er...
-Maybe instead of big bang we should just bite the bullet and say that gravity is to the universe as consciousness is to man.
-Right.
-And that the inception was a purely mathematical, gravitational event.
Huh?
Well – if you factor time into the equation – then sooner or later time’s going to reach a critical mass of potentiality.
-How so?
-Well, as soon as you factor time or anything else into the equation – it starts ticking away – it starts accumulating moment – even if nothing whatsoever it happening – simply because in terms of consciousness – "nothing" is in fact something.
-Huh?
-You know – you’re sitting in the house doing nothing, bored out of your mind – and eventually “bang” – you hit critical mass of expectancy. Something’s mathematically bound to happen.
-Mathematically? Like what?
-Well – as you slide up the exponential curve towards infinity – literally anything whatsoever becomes possible or indeed necessary – for nature – as they say, abhors a vacuum.
-I think you were saying something else.
-Ok – fair enough – infinity’s probability of manifesting something or anything is directly correlated to an awareness of itself.
-And what, pray tell, makes infinity "aware of itself"?
-When it’s doing nothing for too long – when the clock’s been ticking away and nothing’s happening to the point of ultimate distraction.
-Oh my God.
-Precisely – that’s the scientifically proven, purely mathematical “Oh my God” moment of creation – which we rather smugly refer to as "inception" – or mean reversion.
Uh?
Inception – because consciousness flips on its head – or to be more precise – goes through a kind of pole flip – in order to eliminate the too much time awareness of nothing happening. Suddenly all hell just broke loose – conveniently off-screen, "billions of years ago" – and the conscious awareness is busy playing catch up – trying to figure how best to respond to the other side of infinity, a hyper-inflation of things compounding and fractionalising, apparently expanding ad infinitum from an interpolated zero point, which only actually exists way back then if the seemingly minor infinitude of consciousness is overlooked.
-Er…
-Bear in mind that infinity cannot ultimately afford to become aware of itself – that would destroy it – it would collapse the wave function irreparably, and thus it conveniently unleashes a tidal wave of wtf was that – as the time coil resets.
-The time coil?
-Well "time" is only ever really a coil – a temporary winding and building of tension this way or that, until it reaches breaking strain and snaps.
-Er... why?
-Because in "infinity" there's nothing to move forward against, just an escalating or discharging tension of scarcely bearable self-awareness, a kind of electrostatic charge, which arises as the awareness gets hooked on a line of thought, and fixates on things that seem to confirm a potential solution somewhere just ahead, a thrust or propulsion based solution, a solution that squeezes, borrows, incorporates "time" as if time actually existed, fundamentally, in consciousness, as opposed to being nothing more than a measure of our substitution of thingly self-awareness for unthingable pure consciousness.
-Er... why?
-Because in "infinity" there's nothing to move forward against, just an escalating or discharging tension of scarcely bearable self-awareness, a kind of electrostatic charge, which arises as the awareness gets hooked on a line of thought, and fixates on things that seem to confirm a potential solution somewhere just ahead, a thrust or propulsion based solution, a solution that squeezes, borrows, incorporates "time" as if time actually existed, fundamentally, in consciousness, as opposed to being nothing more than a measure of our substitution of thingly self-awareness for unthingable pure consciousness.
-Er… ok. So the time coil is released…
-Into matter – into things – into the click bait focus for our consciousness – on stuff going on around, on stuff going down – on anything and everything – all of which is in fact the release of little time rivulets, little time packets of energy – which disperse instantaneously throughout the so called universe – creating the illusion that things are on-going – that time is progressing – just as long as we aren’t able to see how, in fact, the whole of time is in fact a mere distraction – just as soon as we view the entire picture.
-Er…
-The entire picture which goes from alpha through omega and then…
-Er…
-Well obviously the third component can’t be whatted, can’t be thinged because it’s integral to who and what you are/be.
-Huh?
-Obvious, really, if you think about it.
-I wish you wouldn’t say that.
-I know, but I can’t help it – I’ve been wondering when you guys are going to join the dots… oh, practically since the beginning of time.
-Well, it’s not that obvious then, is it, if we still haven’t managed.
-On the contrary – I think it’s probably too obvious – which is why you’re forever entertaining "complex" theories or solutions.
-Because we’re too smart?
-Either that or because you simply don’t want to allow the fact that you have to be integral to the entire circuit, the entire system. You have to – nothing else can square the circle. Nothing else can join the dots. Otherwise you get from alpha to omega in the blink of an eye and the entire universe grinds to a halt, and time itself spins off into infinity and things either implode into entropy or explode into exponentiating complexity – which informationally collapses infinity into an either or/ zero one – that kind of thing.
-You mean to say that the entire universe…
-Yes
-Needs us – like a kind of zero friction surface.
-Absolutely – like a super conductor or whatever you want to call it. In other words – you are what enables the illusion of linear time to keep on chugging forwards – as if there’s a past and a future – as if things are really unfolding at a snail’s pace before your eyes – when in actual fact the universe pulsates at trillions of times per second – so fast that time actually regresses at or near the speed of light.
-Holy cow!
-Yep. That’s how fast things be – until you factor yourself into the equation – dot dot dot
-And – what’s the mechanism?
-Well obviously the awareness is a timing device, isn’t it? Things are flashing round faster than you can possibly imagine, yet the awareness is able to see things happening in a way that makes sense at the material level of body and mind, at the speed of computer and brain – in other words, incredibly slowly – thus creating the impression that the universe is incredibly big.
-When it isn’t?
-How could it be? How can size possibly matter outside time?
-You mean the universe is neither big nor small?
-Evidently.
-Then what?
-If you’re awareness shifts up or down through the octaves then the universe shrinks or expands accordingly. It’s all fairly simple really. Bear in mind that the entire universe alpha-omegates trillions of times a second – so it becomes fairly meaningless talking about space as such, does it not? The real issue is how to become aware of the dot dot dot without collapsing the all that is? without losing the plot? such that you’re able to move forwards and start investigating and exploring space, time and reality more constructively than at present…
-Indeed, that certainly seems to be the rub.
-The rub… there’s the rub – think of a violin bow moving across the strings – causing small vibrations – a note is heard – and the note can be altered – higher or lower by moving fingers up and down the fingerboard.
-And what?
-You can’t fix or tie down infinity – that doesn’t work – because you are yourself of infinity – but you can interact with it – either consciously, or musically – feeling things without necessarily having to understand exactly what it is you’re feeling.
-But I like to understand.
-Don’t we all – but it’s a case of either or.
-It is?
-Absolutely. Either you understand what you’re seeing, hearing, experiencing, in which case you observe the thing and collapse the wave function in doing so, or you harmonise – you allow aspects of infinity playing through the string/ wind/ percussion instrument that you be – to interact with parallel or even diametrically opposed aspects of infinity on the other side of consciousness – thus causing fluctuations or permutations in the field of awareness.
-Oh my God.
-Yes – it’s pretty close to experiencing the Be All and end All – I agree – and the rational mind always tries to Oh my God it – throwing up its mind’s arms in apparent despair. You see, the mind is something of a control freak, and if it had its way – would keep you processing and understanding things till you were blue in the face – rather than allowing awareness to shift and allow direct knowing-ness to flow in.
-You mean to say there’s no need – that we can actually know things directly?
-Absolutely. What do you think telepathy is?
-I’ve no idea – I always assumed it's unreal.
-Which it is – in the 3D mind of understand or die – but outside the pentagonal field of war on things – there’s an easy, gentle knowingness which is beautifully harmonic, and allows things to be known – no matter how – including things being thought by other conscious beings – no matter where. It’s not that you’re reading their mind – or even being telepathic
-No?
-Not really. But I don’t want to say what – because as soon as I do it becomes heavy shit – and we’re back in the world of thinking things thingfully – which is a world of dog chasing tail – imagining it can achieve escape velocity and catch up with itself – rather than allowing the infinite to reveal itself as is – directly – without causal action.
-But…
-How?
-Yes.
-Harmonically. Remember – in terms of infinity – you are merely one aspect which starts to resonate with an other – and nothing could be simpler. It’s how everything in fact works. It’s nature and life, it’s poetry in motion – but utterly incomprehensible to the bifurcating divide and rule-based rational mind.
-Hell.
-Yes – a little frustrating – but immensely interesting – once you face the ultimate.
-The ultimate what?
-The infinite – once you accept and realise that you have to be the missing link – between everything and...
-Huh?
-That the entire universe – has to come back to a field which you just happen to contain and cunningly conceal.
-I do? Where?
-Within – if that means anything – or I might as well say everywhere – as it’s no more within your body than it is spread throughout the entire universe.
-And I contain it all?
-Yes – once you stop trying to think it and understand it. In your elemental state you contain it and more.
-More – what more? Surely that’s more than enough, isn’t it?
-More because you don’t just contain it passively – you organise it – you guide it, shape it, ultimately you control it. The universe is your time web which you weave in unconsciousness, beautifully instinctively spiderly.
-You could have fooled me.
-Evidently – such is the nature of intelligence.
-To fool me?
-Or to be fooled by things – yes.
-So you’re saying…
-Only what is – nothing more – nothing less.
-You’re saying that I can and do control the entire universe.
-Yep. But I’m also saying that the universe is no more vast and huge than it is tiny and insignificant. Ultimately it's all just a field which is neither here nor there.
-So creation wasn’t such a big deal. Big Bang wasn’t a massive explosion?
-Inception is ongoing. It’s no more in the distant past than it is in the distant future. Ultimately, as I hinted – it’s all about means reversal.
-Which means what?
-It means that things themselves are one side of awareness, and there’s an other – not thing side which is no less significant, no less important.
-Faery?
-Faery’s a nice way into it – though you could use a dozen different names to describe a more gayful, more magical, less physical side of things – a side where instead of matter there are magicks – octaves of feeling and intrinsic meaning – an entirely different order, a different way of encoding and organising information which is ultimately all there is. Information.
-Tell that to the guy who’s hitting the deck at 180 kilometres per hour.
-I do – and very often he or she takes the hint and dematerialises before proving the point.
-Oh God – you’re…
-Incorrigible?
-That as well. Look Merry – it’s all very good and proper discussing theoretical science but in the end…
-Dot dot dot – I release your bonds.
-My what?
-Your what. All bonds on the tap of three are severed, dissolved, released. One two three…
-You see – nothing happened.
-On the contrary – you’re now on the other side of infinity.
I am?
-Yes. Try running at that wall.
-What? I’m not going to do anything so absurd.
-Too late – I’m pushing you mentally.
Zie flies towards the wall at something approximating escape velocity – whatever that might be – and for a sickening infinitesimal momentallyms to be crashing into matter – until the mind flips with breath-taking alacrity – and Zie finds himself on the other side – in a quantum state of knowing not what.
-Plasma – before you ask.
-I’m plasma?
-Yep.
-Holy shit. And the wall?
-What wall? It was only massive, material and meaningful as long as you were configured DDD
-As in 3D?
-Yep. Death, Dementia, Dipole.
-Huh?
-The three dimensions – one was death – you had to set it up as a kind of experience clearing house – an ultimate arbiter; dementia too – you had to believe your deranged, demented mental state was in fact sane, intelligent and rational and thirdly – you needed to be dipole – a pair of equal and opposite magnetised poles separated by a certain "distance".
-You make it sound like I was some kind of device.
-Obvious, really, isn’t it. And now – how does it feel being free of all that.
-I don’t know – really – I… come to think of it – it feels good. Bloody good actually… in fact – I’ve never felt better. My God – I’m alive – I’m walking on water… I’m…
-Yes, you are it is – and thus the world wags…
-And thereby hangs a tale…
-Shakespeare. What did he know of all this?
-What does anyone know in the face of infinity?
-Good point.
-In any case, informationally it's not what he or she knew that counts, nor even what is or was or might be in the future.
-Then what?
-Well you've already glimpsed the spider on the web, spinning the threads holding all that is in in all-full-ness.
-And? What else do you want to say?
-Nothing. Nothing I say can or will make a blind bit of difference, but I can introduce alternatives to your current perspective.
-Such as?
-Such as beetle, the master of the fractal 0=1
-Fractal? What are you on about? You can't seriously expect people to take you seriously.
-No, indeed, I expect nothing of the kind, yet beetle opens a whole new way of seeing, perceiving and organising reality, more or less diametrically opposed to our own and thus immensely valuable.
-Well I'll have to take your word for it as there's no way I can relinquish my human form and assume another
-Unless you figure out infinity has to be approachable, feelable, even doable, just as soon as you become aware of your prejudices, your fear of allowing the gear shift to happen internally.
-My fear? What could I possibly be afraid of?
-This...
Zie is rendered speechless with horror, disgust and fascination as he stares at a human sized beetle standing in Merry's place. He starts wretching as his tummy churns uncontrollably.
-You see?
-Oh God, why is this happening to me?
-Your turn, strike now while the iron is hot
And the next thing he knows, Zie is gazing at the world, nay, the universe, as a beetle without the least idea how this came to pass.
-There, you see, that wasn't so hard, was it, says Merry with a grin.
Feeling nauseous, faint and dizzy, Zie manages only to groan.
-In no time you'll be loving it and shifting back and forth with reckless abandon dear Zie. I'll be hard pressed to rein you in by warning of the dangers of alien form addiction.
-Fat chance of that Merry. That's probably the most sickening experience of my life.
-Like your first cigarette, but we all know what happens next.
-Then why in the hell are you putting this on me if its addictive and dangerous.
-Because nothing, dear Zie, could be more dangerous than denying infinity pride of place, and beetle is your golden ticket, your key to unlocking the gates you locked and removed from sight all those years ago. The tide is turning: unless you learn to open them again and pass back and forth as circumstances require, you are doomed to learn nothing other than the folly of mulish, fear based intransigence.
-Oh
-So thank your lucky stars that beetle has not forsaken you, and is willing to guide your first faltering steps back to the stars.
0=1
-What does anyone know in the face of infinity?
-Good point.
-In any case, informationally it's not what he or she knew that counts, nor even what is or was or might be in the future.
-Then what?
-Well you've already glimpsed the spider on the web, spinning the threads holding all that is in in all-full-ness.
-And? What else do you want to say?
-Nothing. Nothing I say can or will make a blind bit of difference, but I can introduce alternatives to your current perspective.
-Such as?
-Such as beetle, the master of the fractal 0=1
-Fractal? What are you on about? You can't seriously expect people to take you seriously.
-No, indeed, I expect nothing of the kind, yet beetle opens a whole new way of seeing, perceiving and organising reality, more or less diametrically opposed to our own and thus immensely valuable.
-Well I'll have to take your word for it as there's no way I can relinquish my human form and assume another
-Unless you figure out infinity has to be approachable, feelable, even doable, just as soon as you become aware of your prejudices, your fear of allowing the gear shift to happen internally.
-My fear? What could I possibly be afraid of?
-This...
Zie is rendered speechless with horror, disgust and fascination as he stares at a human sized beetle standing in Merry's place. He starts wretching as his tummy churns uncontrollably.
-You see?
-Oh God, why is this happening to me?
-Your turn, strike now while the iron is hot
And the next thing he knows, Zie is gazing at the world, nay, the universe, as a beetle without the least idea how this came to pass.
-There, you see, that wasn't so hard, was it, says Merry with a grin.
Feeling nauseous, faint and dizzy, Zie manages only to groan.
-In no time you'll be loving it and shifting back and forth with reckless abandon dear Zie. I'll be hard pressed to rein you in by warning of the dangers of alien form addiction.
-Fat chance of that Merry. That's probably the most sickening experience of my life.
-Like your first cigarette, but we all know what happens next.
-Then why in the hell are you putting this on me if its addictive and dangerous.
-Because nothing, dear Zie, could be more dangerous than denying infinity pride of place, and beetle is your golden ticket, your key to unlocking the gates you locked and removed from sight all those years ago. The tide is turning: unless you learn to open them again and pass back and forth as circumstances require, you are doomed to learn nothing other than the folly of mulish, fear based intransigence.
-Oh
-So thank your lucky stars that beetle has not forsaken you, and is willing to guide your first faltering steps back to the stars.
0=1
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