At what
point Mr Chelmsworth did you realise that we are not actually here?
It dawned on
me slowly, incrementally, as I began to notice things not adding up.
Like what?
It was a bit
like watching a film where the sound and pictures don’t quite sync.
Oh.
There were
lots of minor contributing factors which got my attention and compelled me to
do more homework, but these were really confirming what deep inside I already
knew – that we are little more than slaves in a truly fantastic mind machine –
an almost impossibly perfect, hopelessly convincing real-ity.
Er…
Yes?
Why the hyphen
in “real-ity”? Why not just “reality”, and be done with it?
Er…
Yes?
Is that what
they want?
They?
Yes.
Who are
they?
How should I
know?
But you
mentioned them. You must know who you’re referring to.
Perhaps I do
– but the last thing I’m going to do is give them the satisfaction of watching
me trying to define them. I’m not a complete idiot.
Er… what’s
any of this got to do with being an idiot?
I don’t
know. Ask them?
Well I would
if you’d tell me who they are.
There –
don’t you see them.
Where?
Behind you?
Behind me?
You’re joking, right?
Puppet
masters? Is that what you think they are?
Definitely
not.
But you said
it.
Did I?
Yes.
Are you
sure?
Yes of
course. I heard you with my own ears.
Did you
really? Or perhaps they heard it for you. Perhaps they implanted the thought in
your mind’s ear.
Oh God –
this is getting insane.
Yes – it’s
bound to get that way the minute one of us refers to them – and is foolish
enough to imagine they’ll tolerate that kind of familiarity.
You make it
sound like they hate being noticed or publicised.
Of course
they do. They like secrecy – don’t they?
I – don’t
know. I’ve never even heard of them before – whoever they may be.
Well now you
have – but fat good it’s going to do you.
Fat good?
Fat good.
As opposed
to thin good?
Or skinny
bad? Yes, that kind of thing.
And you
think we’re not actually here – that this reality is nothing more than a “real-ity”?
Bravo. Nail
you hit on the head. Couldn’t I have it put better self.
My – I think
you missed it out.
It might
have been a test.
A test?
Of your
unweaning pedantry – or summat else I cannot say.
Oh – here we
go again. But rather than starting another blank trail – let’s go back and deal
with this real-ity of yours.
You’re not
still harping on about it, are you?
Yes –
apparently I am – not surprisingly. After all – it’s somewhat disconcerting to
hear that it’s not the be all and end all we take it to be – tonic without gin,
shampoo without conditioner, adam without eve – that kind of thing.
Adam without
Eve? What on earth’s that got to do with real-ity?
I assumed…
Big mistake.
I haven’t
even said what it was – kindly allow me to finish my sent-
ence. No
time.
No time to
be polite?
Not if we’re
to save the planet.
Oh God –
here we go again. Why is it always a question of saving the planet? Talk about Flash
Gordon delusions of heroism syndrome!
Actually –
saving the planet is little different from, for example, saving your soul or
saving the day. It’s precisely what they don’t want.
They, they,
they – you’re obsessed with evil, malevolent forces. I like your sense of drama
– but don’t you ever feel the need to be a little more er… realistic.
Yes. That’s
why I’ve been developing practical techniques to reveal the honeycomb nature of
real-ity.
The what?
Honeycomb.
It’s only half here.
And the
other half?
Appears to
be empty –
But is, in
fact?
Is in fact –
do I have to give it a name? Can’t I keep it vague?
No, it has
to have a name – otherwise people won’t know what we’re referring to.
As if.
As if?
That’s it?
That’s a
name – if you need one – a name that doesn’t commit us too much to a new thing.
Hate replacing one thing with an other. Come to think of it – that’s a pretty
good name too.
An other? I
don’t think so. People will always be asking “what”.
Moving
swiftly on.
Oh yes.
Time, time –
I figured
out how to access as if.
Or an other
– and I’ll avoid the temptation to ask “what”.
You simply
need to neutralise time.
To what?
Actually,
the reverse – to “un-what” – to neutralise time.
But how on
earth are you supposed to do that. Time’s not the kind of thing that you can
just switch off, is it?
No, but you
can as if switch it off, can’t you?
In what way?
Well, it’s a
bit like harmonic resonance.
It is?
Yeah. Once
you hit the right frequency – then you’re essentially keeping time with time.
And? People
use beats all the time – I don’t see much evidence of time itself being
switched off.
Because this
is a conscious-awareness technique. It’s not enough to simply play a drum or
spin around or dance or whatever you like at the right frequency.
No?
No way. You
have to set the intention to feel and hone in on time.
And? You
really think that’s gonna work?
No. That’s
just gonna neutralise time’s wave obstruction.
Huh?
As long as
you’re not in sync with time you can’t really access as if, can you?
Er…
But once you’ve
hit the right frequency and locked in – then real-ity and as if or an other are now
moving side by side and are traversable.
Yeah?
Yeah. That’s
when you make your amazing discovery – that the other half of the honeycomb
structure isn’t actually empty, at all.
No?
On the
contrary – it’s a hive of fascinating quantum effects which can lead into side
chambers and entirely different levels of reality.
Er…
You suddenly
realise that the real-ity you were stuck in previously – is a cramped
simulation of what’s really happening in Reality – but you were never
sufficiently connected or aware in real-ity to make sense of things or
experience the full sensory picture. Not just real-ity itself, but the five
senses we were using to navigate its ways are a feeble simulacrum of the full
experience required in order to make meaningful progress.
So you mean
to say no one’s been making “meaningful progress”? I personally find that hard
to believe.
Personally,
I understand precisely how you feel, having felt the same way myself. But…
?
Seeing is
believing.
But what
about Buddha, or, I don’t know, Albert Einstein?
Ok – Buddha and
other masters of consciousness made progress only to the extent that they mastered
access to as if, for only then can
you move forward onto the next chess square. This is described in the second
Alice in Wonderland book – er…
Through the looking
glass – yes – I know the bit you’re talking about – but how can you say great
achievers in real-ity didn’t move forwards? They helped the whole of humanity
to make a step forwards, did they not?
No.
But, you
must be able to see that civilisation has advanced, surely?
Civilisation
is like bread being baked – first it gets mixed, then kneaded into a squidgy
dough, then left to stand and rise, then kneaded again, and again left to
stand, then placed in the oven and baked. All this takes time. It seems to be
progressing because time is passing and things change – but if you move at the speed
of time – you’re not progressing as such.
No?
No. Only if
you eliminate time – and reconnect the two halves – and to do that doesn’t
require you be a genius or a saint.
No?
Not at all.
Then what?
Just that
you feel or sense what is missing, what is not, the absence, the void, the no
thing, the other which is astonishingly, unfathomably close, and yet,
paradoxically, impossibly far away – being on the other side of Time itself –
i.e. beyond the known universe.
Er…
Precisely.
Big, fat, steaming Er…
So then you
reconnect the two halves – and what? You become some kind of enlightened Christ
figure? I find that pretty hard to swallow judging by your behaviour over the
years.
Ah – now you’re
not being logical.
Whyever not?
Because,
think about it.
What do you
think I’m doing?
If you were
still in time – no matter what I said or did – you’d see my actions or words in
terms of things – as real-ity. Everything would be distorted through this
viewing lens.
Oh – so I’m
supposed to believe it’s just the imperfections of my perception which make you
appear to be a selfish, arrogant, inconsiderate jerk.
Well – it’s
partly your perception – yes, that’s true, but partly also the distortions of
the beast itself, the mechanism which translates the great unwhat Is of
Reality into whatever is down here – in thingity la land.
I still find
that hard to believe! It would have to be one hell of a good mechanism, beast,
machine or god to translate enlightened action into crass ineptitude and gross
insensitivity.
Oh – you sure
know how to make me feel loved and wanted.
ha bloody
ha.
But like I
said – I don’t have to be enlightened as such, to access as if or an other, do I?
I just need to have figured out what is Not – and by deduction notwhat Is. That’s
not such an amazing achievement given the fact that Time is basically designed
to trigger this process – like a baby knowing when to hit the exit after nine
months, or birds knowing how and when to migrate. Time, you might say, is now
ripe. We have accumulated or stored a wealth of 3D experience and we’re ready
to use that as a basis, or the basis,
for our further growth and development – long awaited – I might add.
So…?
Brain-tied,
aren’t you?
I… yes, I
guess I am.
That’s Ok.
There’s an other kind of brain – it kicks into action as soon as Time’s out of the
way – just as soon as you’re consciously ready to embrace an other, just as
soon as you’re ready to allow the two to combine – to collapse the Time machine
you’ve been living in.
And on the
other side – is it scary?
You bet it
is. Freakin terrifying – at times – but nothing an intergalactic,
transdimensional being can’t handle.
Ha bloody
ha.
I kid you
not. Fear is a kind of force – a kind of gravity which to a certain extent
replaces the force of so called gravity here in 3D.
So out of the frying pan into the fire. You’re not exactly doing the hard sell, are you?
There’s no
need. I have nothing to sell.
Then what’s
your purpose in this? Why aren’t you off in the farthest reaches of in-finity –
fighting space monsters or rescuing planets in distress?
Like I said –
I’m not really here – none of us are in fact – it’s just some of us haven’t yet
seen the wood from the trees.
But you’re
talking to me – aren’t you?
Not
necessarily.
What? Don’t
be ridiculous.
When you
pass through the quantum stream – you see how things are entangled – in a mind
boggling fashion.
And?
And so I can
be talking to you now – here in your real-ity – whereas in fact I’m engaging an
entirely different aspect or expression of you in an other realm – in Reality.
But – I can
see it’s you.
Absolutely.
Bloody amazing technology, isn’t it?
Oh come on –
pull the other one.
Ok. 1 – 2 –
3
Shit. That
is so unreasonable. There should be a law against instantaneous
dematerialisation. It’s a violation of everything our real-ity stands for.
Like
compassion, love and…
Christ – don’t
just appear like that without warning behind my back. Do you have no idea how
disconcer...
Yes, I know –
but like I said – I wasn’t actually here in the first place. That was just the mechanism
slotting me in place, as long as I engaged your tangle-dweeb.
My what? No,
don’t even answer. I don’t want to know what my tangle-dweeb is. I know it’s
going to be another huge blow to my self-respect, and the foolishly old-fashioned
belief which I cherish and hold dear, that I’m actually me.
As indeed
you are – notwithstanding other aspects of yourself beyond the quantum divide.
Actually, I couldn’t even describe your tangle-dweeb if I wanted to – these things
are non-translatable into 3D syntax – though Douglas Adams tried pretty hard in
his Hitch hiker’s guide series.
Oh, let me
guess, could I be one of the mattresses of Sqornshellous Zeta?
Amazing! How
did you know.
God. Leave.
Leave me now. I’ve heard enough.
Only kidding
– it’s ok.
Well I’m not
– and if what you’re saying is true, Mr Chelmsworth – then I myself can tune in
to Time and rid myself of your pestilent presence. Tap tap tap
Oh – good
for you. Perhaps a little faster.
Shut up – I’m
eliminating you – tap tap tap
Fanstastic –
you’re nearly there.
Tap tap tap –
I don’t believe it – it’s working – it’s – ah ha – as if indeed – I’m here – in
the fabled quantum stream and there – oh my God – no – tell me it’s not true –
tell me…
To be
continued… or not, as if
0=1
Cuckoo la
la
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