gaining traction arbornautically

 

No traction?

 

Absolutely.

 

So if there’s no traction – how can we be aware of anything?

 

Good question.

 

How does this conversation take place or register if there’s absolutely no traction whatsoever?

 

Skiing

 

Huh?

 

Or skating

 

Eh…

 

Or skateboarding

Wait a minute.

 

Ok

 

Stop throwing concepts at me, and give me something substantive to get my teeth into.

 

Substantive? I just told you there’s no traction, didn’t I, and now you want something solid and real?

 

Ok. But we still need some kind of traction in our conversation, don’t we? I need to feel like I have a clue what’s going on, don’t I, otherwise we’re…

 

freakin’ doomed.

 

Precisely. So what gives?

 

Skiing.

 

[Groan]

 

Skating.

 

[Sigh] Ok – I get the message – and skateboarding too. Do you have to talk in riddles? Can’t you just spit it out?

 

I could, couldn’t I…

 

But you don’t choose to.

 

Because I choose not to thing – capisce?

 

Not to “thing” – yes – I seem to remember you banging on about that interminably in a past life.

 

Because if I “thing” – giving you a bone, or a fish – we connect through one part of the brain – but if I merely make a suggestion and allow you to tune in, if you’re willing – then we have a deeper, stronger connection – and more to the point – they’re left out.

 

They?

 

Don’t ask.

 

I just did, so go on.

 

You’ll only attract their unwanted attention by focussing on them.

 

Well, there’s no use crying over spilt milk – I’ve already “they’d” em, so out with it – who exactly are they?

 

You see how persistent your mind is, Zara?

 

Damn you Merry – I want an answer – now.

 

Ok – I’ll agree to confirm or counter your suppositions. So fire ahead.

 

They’re either some kind of Archons or else matrix bots, Agent Smiths, if you like – whose job it is to keep us safely in the thing-cube – the mind sphere that we’re allowed to operate within more or less freely.

 

Yes. Spot on. It doesn’t really matter which of the two, does it – whether they're etheric or physical. They’re rather effective at keeping us in the pre-defined mind space that we refer to as 3D.

 

But I thought 3D was a physical reality space. Why are you referring to it as “mind-space”?

 

Who cares? Within 3D it’s definitely just physical reality, isn’t it, but the moment you figure out how to evade them – and cross over into “un3DeeD” for want of a better term – that’s when all those certainties and definites become debatable, highly debatable or just downright ridiculous.

 

Ok. I’m with you so far. Things indeed appear to lock us firmly into 3D mind-space whereas two-way dialogue or something closer to telepathic communication does the opposite. That much I get. But what about skiing or skating…

 

Or skateboarding.

 

Precisely.

 

Well, when you’ve little or no traction – you can still move forward as if there’s plenty of it, can’t you?

 

You can?

 

Well how do you think skiers, skaters or skateboarders move?

 

By pushing outwards, using the edge of the skate.

 

That’s right. By using the wave form to your advantage. By playing the curve. There’s always the possibility to find traction if you bend the wave a little, scuff it up, compress or extend time – going slightly out of phase. It just takes a bit of practice.

 

But skateboarders just propel themselves along using their other foot on the ground. There’s no zero traction analogy there.

 

Except when they move forward by S bending rapidly back and forth.

 

Oh that.

 

Giving them an edge to push against.

 

Gotcha.

 

So a seemingly hopeless situation is, in fact, not half as hopeless as at first it appears.

 

Right… So are you saying that’s what we do in reality – in order to make sense of things – in order to gain traction?

 

Of course.

 

Pushing against opposing streams – neither of which is quite what I think or feel?

 

Absolutely. We’re all wave masters, it’s just we’re not really aware of the extent to which we’ve mastered waves.

 

Probably because there seems to be plenty of traction – walking down a street, throwing a ball, reading a book. It’s called friction. We don’t seem to have any trouble thinking all kinds of complicated things, do we?

 

Correct, as long as they’re inside the 3D mind space.

 

But nothing original ever comes from the 3D mindspace, does it?

 

Correct.

 

So we need to get out of it?

 

Get out – I’m not sure I like the idea of trying to break out or escape. You’re free wherever you are – if you choose to be free.

 

Ok, fair enough.

 

So what’s stopping us from being fundamentally free even here in 3D?

 

Nothing.

 

Er…

 

Nothing itself obviously has no traction whatsoever, does it?

 

I expect you’re right. Nothing is the last thing I’d feel I could push against.

 

So you need to start connecting with elements or aspects of reality that don’t presently fit into the 3D space, that ostensibly seem to be less than real.

 

And how exactly does one do that?

 

By skiing, skating or skateboarding.

 

Ask a stupid question.

 

You need to start engaging and enjoying non-linear umba umba

 

Umba umba?

 

Yes – it’s a kind of beat, really, isn’t it?

 

Well yes, that’s what it sounds like. Umba umba!

 

Once you get over the culture shock – you’ll find that there’s a whole world of non-linear-ity that’s just waiting to be discovered on the other side of your brain.

 

And I can start making headway?

 

Precisely, as long as you’re not too attached to squaring things.

 

Squaring things?

 

Constantly having to decide and fix what you agree with and what supports your self-idea.

 

Ah.

 

Because, the self-idea is one of the key ways they keep you mind-locked in 3D.

 

It is?

 

Yes, because as soon as you’re able to be more flexible in your sense of self – and allow things to be contradictory – the sooner you’ll be able to open up other levels of reality – other spaces, other trajectories, which may be incomplete or inconsistent in themselves, but which might nevertheless add something to the whole.

 

Adding something even while they detract from the coherency of the whole? Sounds doubtful.

 

Indeed, it is very doubtful – but let that be no obstacle. As the contradictions escalate and the doubts, likewise, you’ll become more and more aware of the ability to breathe into or breathe through those doubts – thus experiencing different sides of the tree.

 

Oh – so now there’s a tree, is there?

 

Well yes, if you go beyond the geometric cube or sphere you need something else to hang your contradictions on.

 

And it just so happens to be a tree?

 

Well that’s what we call it, and its geometry is a lot more sophisticated than a cube or sphere – you’d agree – with the roots reaching down into some kind of fundamental bedrock, and the tree’s crown reaching up into some kind of starry sky.

 

Or sunny?

 

Or sunny, naturally – if it’s daytime.

 

Ah – I thought this was just an abstraction.

 

Oh no – it’s real enough – once you step outside 3D – and they can’t actually stop you climbing up or descending the tree, you know.

 

They can’t?

 

Nope.

 

That’s er… nice to know.

 

Yes, but the tree is not the main focus of your endeavours – for it’s too big, and only materialises to the extent that you reveal it.

 

And how do I reveal it?

 

By skiing, skating or skateboarding.

 

I might have known. Is there no other way? Can I not, for instance, dance or sing?

 

Of course you can.

 

Then what’s the problem – surely anyone can reveal the tree. Millions of people dance and sing.

 

Ah – but it’s not so much what you do, as how­ you do it.

 

Ah. So I have to dance or sing in a particular way?

 

Yes. Let’s have a go now. Take it away, babe.

 

Zara starts dancing, rather beautifully. Merry watches – arms folded.

 

See?

 

You’re a great dancer Zara – but you’re dancing within the cube – so you gained no traction and cannot access other plains.

 

So what am I supposed to do?

 

Merry starts dancing – birdlike. There’s something incongruous in what he’s doing and soon Zara finds herself losing track of things – the room seems to swivel sideways – but instead of panicking she just watches in an utterly detached way – like it doesn’t matter in the least – even when Merry dances himself across the ceiling into a single point of darkness, and then vanishes altogether – emerging a moment later – still dancing – as an iridescent light that seems to be everywhere all at once.

 

Some water?

 

I… where am I?

 

You kind of fell asleep – didn’t you.

 

But I saw you changing – and the room slanted sideways – and you were no longer touching the ground and…

 

You?

 

I don’t know.

 

Ah – but I think you do.

 

I…

 

Feels awkward, doesn’t it?

 

Yes. It’s too outlandish.

 

Go on. No one cares.

 

But honestly…

 

Zara – quit wasting time.

 

Was I really a beetle?

Depends what you mean by “really” doesn’t it.

 

Er…

 

If by “really” you mean “in 3D reality” then no – you weren’t a beetle – were you? Not in 3D's masterful rendition of things.

 

Phew! I was beginning to wonder...

 

But if by “really” you mean “in any reality manifesting anywhere on the tree” then absolutely – you most definitely were.

 

Oh no.

 

Which, on the one hand, is deeply disturbing at an existential level, is it not?

 

Gulp!

 

While on the other – it’s a wonderful indication that there’s more to you, more to reality:  “more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy” as the bard so aptly says.

 

But, it can’t be right.

 

Correct. It’s most definitely not right. It’s left.

 

No, I mean – it’s gotta be wrong – messing around with nature like that.

 

Messing around? With nature?

 

Yes. It smacks of sorcery.

 

Ah – I see what you mean.

 

So with all due respect Merry, I want nothing further to do with this kind of experiment.

 

Ok. Fine by me. Byeee.

 

Huh?

 

I’ll be off.

 

What do you mean?

 

You’ve just released me.

 

I beg your pardon?

 

I was under contract to ready you for arbornautics.

 

Arbornautics – as in tree travel.

 

Correct.

 

Under contract?

 

Correct. Ciao!

 

No, wait a minute. Contract? What contract? How come I know nothing about it?

 

Because you’re still “in the box” i.e. of-the-cube or sphere – whatever you wish it to be.

 

So who hired you?

 

You did.

 

I beg your pardon.

 

Not without good cause. Accepted.

 

No, I mean how could I have hired you?

 

Because you’re still “of-the-tree” – even if part of you has been ceremoniously inserted into this ‘ere cube thing.

 

Or spheroid.

 

Precisely.

 

So… I hired you.

 

Correct.

 

To ready me for tree travel?

 

Yes, I really need to be on my way.

 

But how can I be sure you’re telling the truth?

 

You can’t, unless you bother to ask your all-knowing-self. Seems kind of obvious really.

 

But how can I ask myself – I mean…

 

You could just try.

 

What? Just ask my self?

 

Well how else are you going to do it? Honestly!

 

I really don’t know.

 

As Merry gathers his things and puts on his jacket and boots:

 

And who exactly am I?

 

I’m sorry Zara – I’m not under contract to explain such matters. If you wish to know who exactly you are I suggest you get that information directly, from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.

 

Eeeek! From the horse’s mouth? You mean I’m actually higher-dimensionally a horse?

 

No, I don’t mean anything. I’m just using standard idiomatic English.

 

Oh. Phew!

 

Now, I’ve got to be off. Other jobs to attend to.

 

But Merry – you were happy to talk to me and guide me a minute or two ago.

 

Yes, but then you obligingly released me from all contractual obligations, which means that technically you and I have nothing further to say to each other.

 

But, you have to understand Merry – the prospect of losing my human form – of becoming a beetle – is fairly repugnant to me.

 

I won’t call you racist Zara – I understand your predicament. But with all due respect – not my problem.

 

But have a little kind consideration…

 

Wait a second – I did everything humanly possible to help you reconnect with yourself. I bent over backwards – I rearranged time and space – I gave you a golden opportunity to feel the magic and splendour of who and what you really are – and you chose to reject it. That’s your choice freely exercised. Now, if you don’t mind – I’ve got a bunch of other leaves to see today.

 

Leaves?!

 

Yes. You’re all really leaves – figuratively speaking, of course, though not without a pearly drop of truth.

 

Oh God. Merry – is there any way I can learn to reconnect with my self – whoever or whatever I am – without turning into a beetle?

 

I really couldn’t say, Zara, and frankly – I don’t care.

 

Zara starts sobbing inconsolably. Merry at first looks in disgust, but then a soft and sappy side to him opens up and he strokes her head, oh so gently, soothing her frayed nerves.

 

There, there Zara. You never know – your self might send another, better version of me. I never said I was the only tree liaison officer, did I?

 

But, I don’t want another tree liaison officer.

 

I see your dilemma, Zara. But honestly – I don’t see how I can help you. The one thing I cannot guarantee is that you can or will hold onto any particular form – because moving through the many plains of reality your essence is going to, inevitably, express itself in the most appropriate way be that beetle, chicken or...

 

My essence.

 

Your essence.

 

So, part of me is going to stay me.

 

Naturally.

 

Well why didn’t you say?!

 

I think you’ll find, if you scan the flight log of our first little arbornautics trip, that this was all explained in detail.

 

It was?

 

Merry sinks into a state of deep zen – floating a foot or more above the ground. Observing this – Zara too finds herself strangely relaxed – and inadvertently, without even thinking about it, leafs through the pages of her flight log, which just happens to be close at hand. As soon as she mentally searches for the relevant dataset – Zara finds herself in the thick of things – reliving the experience that a moment earlier she’d been unable to recall. When she gets to the end of her search – to her surprise – the beetle is back –

 

You?

 

Me, who else.

 

You’re so beautiful. I can’t imagine why I thought you were alien or impersonal.

 

Good ol’ common-or-garden prejudice, Zara. Nothing to it.

 

But how can I see you if I’m…

 

If you are me – the beetle you’re now looking at?

 

Yes.

 

It’s amazing isn’t it. On the one hand, you’re the beetle – on the other hand you’re not – it’s just a form that serves a purpose.

 

Must I always take a form?

 

Absolutely. How else could you experience things – without yourself taking form and thus defining the angle of attack, the vantage point?

 

Just the same way one is able to think in the abstract – without fixing anything?

 

Ah – but there in 3D you’re totally fixed in your human form with all the cultural and social constraints of the little-self you have become, so your “abstracts” always rhyme with, reflect or reject whatever it is you happen to be. They’re far from being pure abstractions.

 

Oh.

 

This beetle form, on the other hand, is remarkably flexible and demands almost nothing from you – just a little buzzing around to maintain a certain resonant frequency while scoping certain electro-magnetic field lines to keep its easy-going conscious-awareness nicely charged and ticking over.

 

So how come my regular Zara is so engrossed in herself?

 

Occupational hazard – everyone going into the 3D cube

 

or sphere

 

exactly, gets sucked into the black hole of me-ful-ness – and almost none can escape. It's an addiction of sorts.

 

So, am I free?

 

You are always free – no matter what.

 

I am?

 

Yes – kindly observe.

 

Ezmie presents Zara with her life contract which is entitled “Articles of association” – like a corporation – Zara muses. There at the very first paragraph she sees the words in bold – “All beings are free no matter what they may feel, think or believe. The life-in-a-box experience is all about learning from a state of deeply disconnected ignorance this profoundly simple, inalienable, fundamental truth.”

 

Ah! Makes sense. But…

 

Yes?

 

Haven’t I broken the terms of the contract by coming here and reviewing this contractual information?

 

Do you think you have the power to break a life agreement created by your deepest essence Zara?

 

Er… But wasn’t I meant to figure all this out for myself?

 

Good question... Yes.

 

Oh dear. Then I failed.

 

Impossible.

 

Huh?

 

You could only be here if somehow, somewhere you’d already figured it out.

 

Really?

 

Absolutely. That’s how we set it up.

 

You mean…

 

But the next moment Zara is back in human form with Merry – eating an ice-cream.

 

Merry – I met her. Ezmie.

 

Did you? Well done!

 

She explained everything.

 

Oh wow!

 

Where did you get this ice-cream from?

 

I didn’t Zara. A bit forgetful today, aren’t we?

 

Wait a second – how can I forget something if I wasn’t here. I can hardly be in two places at once, can I?

 

Copy me.

 

Merry does a series of body movements, duration 23 seconds. Then freezes expectantly.

 

Ah. That’s rather impressive Merry.

 

Yes, but after a while you’ll be able to do it mentally, without needing to go through the actual motions.

 

So, you just reconnected me to another part of my conscious awareness…

 

Of your mind – correct.

 

And now it turns out that I’ve learnt how to manifest things –

 

Even ice-cream – very tasty I might add.

 

As long as I get out of the way, mentally – which means heading for the nearest beetle in the vicinity of my 3D mind cube. But how do I detach from it and come back to the new updated version of 3D reality with an ice-cream in hand?

 

I’m in danger of sounding like a broken record – you know what I’m going to say by now, don’t you Zara?

 

“Check the flight log”.

 

Correct.

 

Rather spectacular – Zara relives the ice-cream moment – observing how she bird-dances herself into her favourite ice-cream parlour and then beetles her way back via the all-giving, all-accomodating flight log’s fungibility function, thereby recubing the sphere.

 

Zara suddenly notices that the ice-cream now feels and tastes much more real.

 

Why is that, Merry?

 

Causality. Everything has to come from somewhere definite, doesn’t it – otherwise it’s like a low res thumbnail, lacking full details.

 

So seeing is believing?

 

Kinda, yes.

 

Later that day…

 

So now I have traction, Merry, would you say?

 

Now you’re learning how to play one side of infinity against the other.

 

Infinity?

 

What else do you want to call it?

 

I don’t know – just – “infinity” sounds so soulless.

 

I agree. But on the other hand, a little mathematical detachment is necessary if we’re to clean up the emotional, psychological carnage of 3D reality.

 

But I don’t see what you have against 3D reality. It’s wonderful that we’re so emotional, so human.

 

Of course. And that we kill one another?

 

That’s just the failure of people to handle their emotions properly.

 

True. But be that as it may – one of the side effects of arbornautics, you will find – is a greater detachment from the drama of the moment. Now that you have a vastly expanded context and can see 3D reality from above and below, it’s difficult to take things that seemed vitally important a week ago, so seriously now.

 

But what about poetry?

 

What about it?

 

Will I ever be able to write it again?

 

Can't say I ever noticed you writing much in the way of recognisable poetry Zara.

 

No, but at least it was one of my basic options.

 

First and foremost you’ll be writing poetry-in-motion as you pen connections between different forms and aspects of an infinitely more connected reality. You’ll be skating or skiing, opening up new avenues, thus deconstructing the cube

 

or sphere

 

whence you commenced this arbornautic tango to reveal...

 

Merry dances hypnotically to complete the sentence neurolinguistically.

 

Oh!

 

Let’s just say that you've completed one phase of your creativity, and the next is going to take a while to come to grips with. Everything you created and experienced in 3D reality is like a vast resource which you will be able to mine and process indefinitely. Nothing was lost. Nothing is ever lost. Energy is merely converted from one form to another, and likewise ideas and thoughts and things.

 

So I’m going to be rethinging things?

 

Absolutely, until you reach the point, inconceivable from where you are currently, that things always were and are in perfect...

 

harmony?

 

You said it.

 

No way... Zara feels her mind melting at the edges. I think I'm going to have to... Buzzz!

 

Excellent. You're good to go Zara, arbornautically.

 

And a world of things in almost utter disarray starts signalling her, pointing out serial material anomalies and inconsistencies that have been putting an almost unbearable strain on the fabric of reality, but which are now brought into play one by one at the quantum level, like a vast reservoir of atomically charged and anatomically loaded springs.

Yippee! 

Calloo callay!

They chortled in their joy. As reality's tulgey wood is finally able to reveal its innermost frumious bandersnatch, its jub jub bird, its dreaded jabberwock – frightsome, manxome foes until they are approached arbornautically.

0=1

leaf-i-ly

 

 

 

moving mountains, God knows how

We are told to pray whenever there’s a problem, and that if you have faith you can move mountains, but there are millions of people who truly believe in Jesus, and truly believe he can work miracles, but for some reason not many mountains seem to be moving around. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. So what does this mean?

- Er... good question James, but I don’t see what the problem is – obviously those people lack true faith. They believe in God and our Lord Jesus, but only superficially.

- Hum... I’m not sure I agree with you. I know that’s what people usually say, but come on, there are literally millions of people with deep faith who pray with all their heart.

- And many miracles happen, all the time.

- But not all the time. In any case, praying doesn’t seem enough to me.

- What do you mean “not enough”? Praying is our direct connection with God. What more do you want?

- I don’t want to ask God to do the work. I want to do it myself.

- How do you mean?

- Like in “Prince Caspian” by C.S.Lewis, Aslan doesn’t go into the mound to deal with the werewolf and the hag, does he? He gets Peter, Edmund and Trumpkin to fight their own battle.

- Ok. And what?

- I want to fight my own battles. I know God can fight them for me, but I want to do it myself, and just ask for guidance and protection.

- Ok, nothing wrong with that. But what’s the problem? I fail to see what you’re getting at.

- This terrible situation in Ukraine.

- You mean you want to go and fight there as a volunteer?

- No, of course not. In any case, I wouldn’t be allowed to.

- Then what?

- This is where my quantum field comes into play.

- Your what?

- My quantum field.

- What on earth are you on about?

- It’s what I’ve been writing about for years and years.

- And?

- Well, as far as the quantum field is concerned there is neither time nor space.

- If you say so.

- And every thing connects up here in me.

- Everything?

- Literally.

- So you mean the troubles in Ukraine can somehow be resolved internally?

- Precisely.

- Without any fighting?

- Absolutely.

- But that’s insane. How?

- Because everything’s infinitely connected at the quantum level. Whatever’s happening there, must have its counterpart within me.

- You mean to say the huge crisis in Ukraine must have its exact equivalent in you?

- Absolutely.

- But that’s...

- Totally insane?

- Yes.

- I agree, and yet that’s how things work – it’s how reality is structured.

- Or so you say.

- Indeed, but not because I take delight in sticking my neck out and sounding absurd.

- You could have fooled me.

- The thing is... reality is nothing like as monolithic, as set in stone as it appears. It’s a constantly updating snapshot of creation, and creation is, in fact, an ongoing process in which time oscillates, constantly zeroing back to nought and beyond, through the needle’s eye, to regenerate the universe on t’other side of infinity, without us even noticing.

- So it’s duolithic, you’re saying?

- Kind of, but as it constantly oscillates back and forth across zero point, and thus straddles infinity, the word “lithos” or stone  is perhaps inappropriate.

- What then?

- I don't know. Beyond my pay grade I'm afraid. All I know for sure is that things are constantly big-banging, so to speak, re-emerging from nought, as if nothing could be easier, and that “nothing” is merely where the two wave amplitudes cancel out, where both sides are in perfect equilibrium, and therefore matter not.

- Oh dear. Why so complicated? Why can't things just be things?

- And people?

- More than things, of course.

- There's the rub. It's mathematically unworkable so the universe keeps collapsing in on itself, or tripping over its tail.

- You mean God never stops picking up the broken pieces?

- I mean creation turns on and off faster than you can possibly see or feel, but that at centre it is completely still, completely calm. At its centre in the “off” state it is simply God, and God as we all know is, by definition, good, with a capital G.

- So why does creation seem so terrible, like now what’s happening in Ukraine?

- Because we’ve allowed time and momentum to take over.

Huh?

- And been drawn into a nightmarish version of reality, in which people imagine, mistakenly, that they are just little, rational human beings, serving time, attempting to manage the world for better or for worse by squaring things dutifully, creating interlocking numeric temporal chains.

- But surely that's exactly what we’re supposed to be doing.

- Well yes, but only until we realise it's futile and that we’re almost guaranteed to annihilate one another. At that point we, hopefully, realise that we’re nothing of the sort, and that infinity cannot be excluded from the equation. Boom! There goes “time” which, like money, exists to prevent you from really experiencing the real moment.

- I simply can't understand why you believe that time is any more than a useful tool, to help us coordinate our actions.

- Yes, I know your quandary all too well. As long as you’re in thrall to Kronos, living in a finite, time-locked reality, you’re simply unable to see what you’re missing, as in merry timeless-ness. Time is a seductive trap. “A little longer and things’ll improve” is the mantra. We kick the can down the road hoping Time will save the day, which it might well do, short-term, but only by dragging us deeper into the quicksand of “a better tomorrow”, as if reality were a fixable mechanism, as if things could replace the inconceivable perfection of being-ness. We’re forever snorting hopium, and fail to recognise that we’ve inadvertently become children of Kronos and Saturn, instead of God, buying into the illusion of time, and the belief that things such as money, or even beliefs, truly matter.

- Well I think that’s a terrible thing you’re saying. You're accusing us of being pagans, of worshipping false idols. Shame on you!

- Yes, it doesn’t sound very nice, I agree, but my intention is to learn, to truth-seek, not to offend you.

- But what can you learn from these wild conjectures?

- That “God” and infinite peace is always present, even in the most terrible situations.

- Ok.

- And that we become part of the problem when we lose the ability to feel God’s presence, the infinite stillness present always and throughout; though probably nothing like the kind of God we were expecting.

- But how are we supposed to feel this stillness, the off-phase of your postulated electric circuit, if the world is going to hell in a hand basket, so to speak?

- By recognising the fact that we are inadvertently attached to the drama, the storm, the chaos, because we have slipped into “oh God-ness”.

- I beg your pardon! What do you mean by “oh God-ness”?

- You know – whenever something bad happens people say “oh God!”

- Well yes, but isn’t that because they’re asking God for help?

- No, not really.

- What then?

- This is actually blaming God for what has happened.

- Blaming God? You've gotta be kidding!

- I know, it sounds insane but that's what we're doing, inadvertently.

- But why would we blame God. You must be mistaken.

- It's not deliberate. It happens subconsciously. It's because we left God in charge of the off-side of reality, trusting, assuming, hoping he'd be able to fix things if they got out of kilter, as mostly He can and does.

- But not always?

- Correct, not always, because sometimes things get way too left of centre.

- But surely God can do anything?

- Absolutely, but it's a partnership, and if you're unwittingly steering into the gaping jaws of hell, He's only able to do so much, without dissolving the partnership and taking full control which, admittedly, is what he sometimes does.

- But not always.

- Correct, otherwise you'd never learn, and reality would be invalidated.

- So what are you planning to do with Ukraine?

- When the situation gets dire it’s time to get much closer to the off-side of Creation, to go from an arm's length relationship with God, preferable for high speed navigation, into a fingertips relationship, or even closer.

- Oh.

- I have to rediscover that pulse, that stillness present throughout, and that actually I'm an equal partner in this relationship. It’s time to dance or die.

- Er...

- I have to get rid of anything that's preventing me from feeling how what's happening there, in Ukraine for example must be, at the quantum level, present within me, a disequilibrium of some sort.

- Oh.

- Once I start to feel the imbalance or the pain, internally, then “God” can swiftly, easily work with me and, through me, recalibrate the system, which is, in fact, self-correcting when zero and one are in happy unity.

- Once I've got myself out of the way?

- Correct, once I've stopped being a heavy, obtuse, limiting factor, stuck in my ways, a spanner in the spokes.

- Ah.

- So I use science and this somewhat clumsy concept of the “quantum field” to get myself out of that heavy state in which, powerless and fearful, I was asking favours of God but ignoring my own responsibility for what was happening, in order to start becoming more aware of how it's all really going on here, and that, as soon as I start dancing elegantly with God, the doom and disaster of war is incomprehensibly transformed into an other version of things, an updated reality in which God is no longer forced to play the role of Kronos or Saturn, is once again able to reveal his true nature, his 0=1ness.

- Huh, but why would he play Kronos or Saturn in the first place?

- There's always going to be a version or an approximation of God, no matter where you are mentally, no matter how unbalanced your world has become, but if you’re way off centre, if time and matter have locked horns, then you're only going to see or be able to access one aspect of the Father, the red wavelength of light, for example, instead of the full spectrum in white light.

- Ah, I get you. So God himself doesn't really change?

- What is God? He changes when you do, not before. It all depends on whether you’re willing to evolve, if and when that becomes necessary. It's a relationship that needs to deepen and constantly adjust to real changes and real needs. It's a relationship that, like it or not, has to transcend even physical reality. Either it takes you to the next level or becomes nothing more than spiritual comfort candy; it’s a relationship that compels you, willy nilly, to grow beyond your fears and limitations into a level of mutual trust that beggars belief.

- You’re making it sound like I’m equal to God, which is absurd. God is almighty and I am not.

- Yes, but at the same time this is a partnership, and without coming to terms with our blockages and inhibitions we’re never going to get anywhere. We may as well drop dead from vaccine poisoning.

So how does your quantum field fit into all this?

It reactivates when physical reality has reached its limit, when things are falling apart. It enables us to rediscover the infinite present within and present throughout. It enables us to detach from the tyranny of seemingly monolithic physical and material reality, opening up the can of worms known as “consciousness” that we’ve conscientiously kept shut, to reveal other layers or levels of reality that we didn’t know existed. In other words, it enables us to detach from the Borg, the machine-mind version of things, and cut reality a little slack, thereby allowing it to realign or reconfigure. By God’s infinite mercy and grace creation can once again flow through twin channels of is-ability, and therefore shift and evolve more elegantly, inwardly, so to speak.

I’m not sure I understand.

Absolutely! It goes way beyond the convenience store of understanding. It reactivates your awareness of the unknown, of things that seem to make no rational sense. A walk on the wild side! The quantum field kicks into gear if and when your erstwhile bubble of certainties starts to implode, if and when you need to re-establish contact directly with creation, simply in order to survive, if and when reality approaches its term limit, as one cycle ends and nothing-good prevails.

What? How can reality have a term limit?

Because any set up, any platform, any arrangement that smoothes or flattens reality to make it seem comprehensible, sticking things to a grid, is necessarily, from inception, exclusionary: is not what it seems, is finite. A ticking time bomb, it’s guaranteed to come apart at the seams in a manner that blows you away, that utterly confounds your paper-thin logic n’ reason, that much is certain, and suddenly you realise that “God” is not just a matter of faith or spirituality, but now reconnects, unexpectedly, with science and technology.

What?

People may not necessarily welcome this, but ultimately all roads lead to Rome, so what can you do? There is a divine circuit, and we are, like it or not, at the centre of it: the missing link, you might say, between matter and thought, between thing-y-things and mind-y-me.

No. I can't believe we just happen to be at the very centre of creation. It seems too convenient, too good to be true. It’s wishful thinking on steroids!

Yes, and thus the rational mind beguiles us, keeping mind trapped in fear or disbelief, until the waters burst and the child enters the birth canal. Suddenly, you’re experiencing what was being blocked, bewildered by the intensity of everything you were excluding, everything you denied, everything you’d flattified. Yes, you discover you are in fact an immensely powerful being, not just a little person in a big, bad world of things.

Ah...

But with power comes responsibility, and also the need to let go of convenient untruths. You find yourself battling to hold onto sense n' reason as the infinite sloshes through the brain-mind sluice gates, utterly confounding your expectations, redesigning the very landscape and nature of reality.

Yikes!

An existential readjustment. The quantum field, by God’s infinite mercy and grace, takes us beyond the presumptuous power, beyond the ken of those sociopaths and unhinged individuals who believe it is their destiny and right to enslave humanity. Ironically, the more they try to keep a lid on the box, the more they empower this quantum unfolding, or what we might refer to as “mean reversion”

Ah. Back to where we always were.

Yes, that’s right – we’ve always been surreptitiously citizens of both realms, otherwise reality would have imploded long ago under the cataclysmic stress of all the distortions we’ve incorporated mentally and physically into our Kronosphere.

Our time-locked reality?

Correct.

So ultimately it's a foregone conclusion? We cannot fail? The change is in? We’re already all we need to be?

Yes and no. The quantum field always gives uncertainty pride of place, until the next iteration is complete, but momentum or love of God carries us effortlessly through the end of time, the end of things, into what, in all honesty, I know not. Let infinity herself decide; let ye mountains again move!

Ah! 

So let us pray for the peace that passeth all understanding, for God’s unfathomable grace, without which life is moribund and things, if truth be told, utterly meaningless.

Amen.

 

 

0=1

cuckoo la la

what ho!

flattening the curve (with Ogrinoch)

Zina – don’t get me wrong – it’s great to have you here, an’ all…

 

Yes Merry – I know what you’re thinking.

 

You do?

 

Absolutely.

 

Yikes – that word does weird things to me. Use it sparingly, if you would.

Absolutely.

 

              Merry rolls on the floor – likes he’s trying to squash a critter that’s crawling up his back.

 

If you’re quite done?

 

Where were we?

 

I was knowing what you were bush beating about.

 

Oh that…

 

The thing is – Zie’s gone.

 

Yes – but me – how come I’m still here. It doesn’t seem fair.

 

Fair? What on earth has “fair” got to do with it?

 

Er… Ok – it doesn’t make sense.

 

No Merry. Infinity seldom does – unless you’re trapped in a fool’s paradigm – in which case you imagine you’ve got it nicely under wraps, safely under control – until…

 

TSHTF

 

Slap – or AHBL

 

Er… let me see? All hell breaks…

 

moose. For crying out loud Merry – we’re activating our personal infinity drives – do you have to give the game away.

 

Sorry – I just thought that some of our subscribers would find these acronyms hard to follow.

 

Like your – something hitting the fan one?

 

Oh no – everyone knows that one – don’t they. In any case, I was transmitting the signal loud and clear.

 

Wait a sec – you think they’re all telepathic?

 

No – they don’t need to be – not with the signal strength I’m using. A bloomin petrified log can figure out whatever I’m…

 

Yeah right. But they’re never going to learn are they – not if you do it all for them.

 

Er… I wasn’t aware that we were in the business of teaching our subscribers m2m communication techniques.

 

Mindy mind? Of course you were. How else are they going to activate their quantum drives.

 

I wish you’d make up your mind Maria – one minute it’s infinity drive – then you flip to quantum drives. Why can’t you ever be consistent?

 

In other words – why can’t I be Zie?

 

That too.

 

Maria?

 

Huh?

 

You called me Maria.

 

Slip of the tongue.

 

Me thinks not.

 

You’re not paid to think Mary.

 

There you go again.

 

What?

 

You called me Mary.

 

Did not.

 

Ok – let’s review the transcript.

 

What bloody transcript?

 

It’s all recorded, you know perfectly well.

 

Look Mina – if you want to make such a big thing of it – frankly I don’t see what all the problem is. Mary, Zina… just names you know.

 

See this? Zina holds up a female dark matter device.

 

Nope.

 

Exactly.

 

Huh?

 

See no evil, hear no evil. The devil, as they say, is in the details.

 

Look, I’d never be having this ridiculous conversation with Zie. I want him back. Now.

 

I really have nothing whatsoever to do with it, Merry. In fact, let’s be totally honest...

 

Must we?

 

As you’ve decided to treat me like a second-class citizen.

 

I said – there’s nothing wrong with you, it’s just…

 

I’m a woman.

 

No.

 

Then what?

 

You’re not.

 

Not?

 

Zie.

 

Well, a round of applause Merrimus Maximus. You’ve nailed the fundamentals to the flag staff of QCB.

Huh?

Quantifiably chauvinistic biggotry.

 

What ho – have I?

 

Yes. You have. But we have a bigger problem.

 

We do? Er…

 

Sadly, though I’m politely calling you Merry – to avoid causing hurt feelings...  [leading pause]  in actual fact...

 

No! You don’t mean to say…

 

It matters not in the least what I mean to say, doth it, Ogrinoch.

 

Ogrinoch? Yikes. That sounds like some kind of goblin name.

 

Not far off.

 

Why on earth would I have a goblin name, I wonder?

 

Of course, it’s well concealed. I have to hand it to you.

 

You mean – you actually knew?

               Whistling insouciantly.

 

All along?

 

              Still whistling – innocent as a buttercup.

 

And you never let on?

 

Rubbing her lips. Listen Ogrinoch – I’ve done about all the whistling I can manage, for the time being.

 

Ok – so to summarise – you knew all along that I’m merely masquerading as Merry, and said nothing?

 

              Nods demurely.

 

And you weren’t upset by the fact that a goblin was kind of in your space – so to speak?

 

I’m not racist, you know.

 

We do have rather a terrible reputation.

 

I know.

 

And we smell.

 

Yup.

 

And for some bizarre reason, have the rather icky habit of decapitating and ingesting our unsuspecting victims.

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah… Why are you telling me this, Ogrinoch?

 

It’s just a bit hard to believe.

 

Not something you learnt in the goblin school of covert infiltration?

 

Well, no – not at all – you were always supposed to be terrified – willing to do anything to escape us.

 

That’s right.

 

So what gives?

 

What do you think?

 

I honestly don’t know.

 

Perhaps infinity?

 

Well, yes, of course, but that’s not saying much, is it. I mean – that’s like saying “God did it” when trying to figure out the origins of life and the universe.

 

True – but what if infinity is now back in play?

 

Fat chance of that.

 

Go on – run the calculations. I know you can. Where are we on the sliding scale of probabilities right now?

 

Oh, come on Zina – it’s too absurd. They always max out at about six or seven standard deviations.

 

Do they?

 

'Fraid so.

 

Ok – so run this entire conversation through your Sigma scanner – let’s see what we get.

 

If I must… sighing forlornly.

 

Quit putting on the act, Ogrinoch. I know perfectly well you’re a sucker for math.

 

Just playing my part Zina – I’m Merry – remember – aren’t i?

 

If you insist.

 

Holy Gee.

 

Big number?

 

^^^

 

Sorry?

 

Oops – held the shift key down by mistake.

 

?

 

On my keyboard.

 

Oh…

 

666 standard orders of deviation.

 

Gulp! Are you thinking what I’m thinking bro?

 

Yep, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking.

 

You go first.

 

No you.

 

Ok – both together.

 

1 – 2 – 3  demonic forces are in play/ we’re freakin screwed.

 

You see – we weren’t on the same wavelength after all.

 

Apparently not. Hey – look at the transcript.

 

Yeah, what?

 

Apparently you said – demonic forces are in play

 

And you said – we’re freakin screwed

 

Except I didn’t!

 

Me neither!

 

Holy moo – a divergence of sense and meaning.

 

A Babel event. Things are no long reliably thinging.

 

Absolutely.

 

Youch – rolling on the floor again.

 

Oops – sorry bro.

 

In fact – I can no longer be sure if I’m saying what I’m saying

 

Or if it’s you…

 

That’s the 666 sigma event we’ve been waiting for since time immemorial.

 

Hey – speak for yourself bro – I’ve not been waiting for anything of the sort – still less from time immemorial. You make me sound like I’m some kind of second rate sci-fi character from a matinée show.

 

Er… not meaning to pour rain on your bonfire Zina, but weren’t you the one who made a big thing about the infinity drive/ quantum field being back in action.

 

Trust a goblin named Ogrinoch to take me out of context like that.

 

Oh, I’m sorry.

 

Sorry? Give me a break. Goblins are genetically incapable of feeling or experiencing remorse.

 

I… I…

 

Quit faking it Oggy dude. You’d have eaten me by now with no compunction whatsoever, we’re it not for the improbability field surrounding me, that makes it almost impossible to do so.

 

Ah ha – so now we have doofy disclosure, at this moment of heightened emotional tension.

 

Well yes, but eventually the players have to reveal their cards, no matter what – otherwise infinity stops being infinite.

 

Huh?

 

Well, think about it Oggers.

 

It’s Ogrinoch, Ok?

 

Ok Nogs.

 

              Growling, dangerously.

 

Without the occasional finite – infinity simply exhausts itself – like an engine that isn’t in gear. Eventually, the rubber has to hit the road. There has to be some kind of forward momentum.

 

Does there#?

 

Absolutely.

 

Yowl!

 

Ok Dorothy – I’ve had about as much as I can take of this stinking goblin, rolling on the floor like a flea-bitten dog.

 

              Dorothy steps silently out of the shadows of un-ness.

 

Don’t be so hard on him Mary.

 

Don’t you start Mary-ing me.

 

There’s always more – isn’t there Zina.

 

More?

 

Than any one perspective.

 

Well yes, of course, but we still have to work with the three unities, space, time, action – don’t we.

 

Dorothy raises an eyebrow.

 

Unless we’re going to flip our lids terminally.

 

Well, what do you want me to say Mary?

 

The truth – unless it’s unpalatable – in which case I’d prefer you to substitute a lie. Preferably a nice little candy wrapper lie that doesn’t cause too much trouble.

 

Which is what I’ve done.

 

Oh – have you – thanks, appreciate it.

 

But with your 666 sigma event – language – sense and meaning – they’re losing all traction. Reality is turning in on itself.

 

Yikes.

 

Precisely.

 

Is there no hope?

 

Hope? Why would we mess around hoping for hope.

 

Er… perhaps to avoid a fate worse than death?!

 

Perhaps – but me thinks that is precisely what we get if we hang onto hope.

 

Now come on Dorothy! You can’t be serious.

 

No, of course I’m not, as well you know – yet hope, as you call it, implies fundamentally a rejection of the quantum field, a denial of the mysterious, magical power of infinity.

 

Does it?

 

Well yes.

 

Er how?

 

Because you’re still attached to things working out in a certain way, to things matter, but the problem is that things are what need to go to hell, so to speak, in a handbasket.

 

Huh?

 

All those things which were approximates.

 

Oh.

 

They’ve accumulated up until now, layer upon layer – each a little further from the original sense or meaning backing them – clinging more and more precariously to a steepening slope: the final snowflake releases the avalanche.

 

Ah.

 

So hoping that the final snowflake might not fall, or that the avalanche might be avoided, rather misses the point, does it not?

 

If you say so – but what am I supposed to do – give myself up to despair?

 

You could try.

 

It’s too easy. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! We’re freakin doomed.

 

Shallow. Superficial.

 

Ok – it needs practice. But I’m more of a hoper, you know.

 

Yes, I know, but that’s got to end.

 

Huh? Who’s side are you on, anyway?

 

Like Janus, I don’t take sides.

 

Ridiculous.

 

I’m physically, structurally woven into the both sides of the stream. I have the so-called clockwise and anticlockwise vortices constantly keeping me in a state of…

 

Hey? Where did she go?

 

Where did who go?

 

Oh it’s you. Oggers – could you do me a favour.

 

Sure Mary.

 

Quit calling me Mary, Ok – I’m Zina.

 

Yes, I appear to have lost control over my babel functions.

 

Darn. I really can’t see how we’re going to make it through… Ah, Dorothy – you’re back. So would it be accurate to surmise that you and Ogrinoch are actually one and the same?

 

Absolutely.

 

Yowl!

 

If you’re thinking 3Dly, but then again – 3D is now utterly spent. Imploded. Caput. Innit? So…

 

So outside 3D you and Ogrinoch…

 

And Merry

 

And Merry – I thought he was terminated.

 

Er… hello! 3D Merry was terminated.

 

That all?

 

Of course. You can’t terminate a Merry, can you?

 

A Merry?

 

Like a Merlin or a Taliesin – Merry’s are essentially structural features of the interconnected, honeycomb layers of reality.

 

Now wait a minute!? Honeycomb layers of reality? You’re kidding, right?

 

Yeah, I’m kidding.

 

No, you’re not.

 

Oh, well done. You’re getting sharper Mary.

 

Quit calling me Mary.

 

Sure Zina. Whatever you like.

 

Thanks – I know you’re doing it to help me – you’re trying to trigger the Mary chain, aren’t you – my structural Marlin aspect, so to speak.

 

Absolutely.

 

Yowl!!!!

 

Painful, isn’t it?

 

You’re telling me. Is there no way I can alleviate the effects?

 

You could try accepting your Mary, fundamentally.

 

But that would mean losing my humanity – my mortal aspect.

 

No more than sleep does.

 

Huh?

 

You don’t stop being mortal or a regular Joe just because you fly off into the cosmos every night and revisit your unprocessed isness.

 

Oh. You’ve got a point. But…

 

What’s more – you’re not going to meet Merry until you get over this coy fear of otherness. You don’t have to sacrifice Zina or Zie on the altar of immortality. You just have to allow your mind…

 

My mind?

 

The bigger mind.

 

As in the conscious awareness.

 

Sure, that’s the other name for it. Allowing it to go beyond the boundaries of the rock you’ve attached yourself to is a sensible business decision when that rock is no longer able to protect you.

 

But why not? It’s my home. I trust it.

 

Like you trusted your Mother’s womb, back then.

 

I think a rock and a womb are different things.

 

Yes, you think, but fundamentally, the rock is the thing that replaced the womb when you came out into this world. Your petra. Upon this rock I shall build my church – as the interdimensional Master Yeshua, or Jesus, said.

 

Ok. So the rock…

 

Was your connection point to the next iteration of womb – the 3D platform, which, by-the-way, will still be accessible.

 

It will?

 

Sure. The same with your previous reality.

 

What? I’m still able to access my mother’s womb?

 

Believe it or not, yes – it’s one layer of your connection to all that is. It doesn’t go away, just because you’re “born”, in the same way your loved ones don’t just go away because they “die”, do they?

 

I… I wish it were true.

 

Wish and it becomes true. You cannot prevent infinity from manifesting every wish – somewhere, somehow.

 

If only…

 

The only question is whether you’re willing to allow your mind to stop avoiding, to stop denying the reference frames, the slides, the plates, the spheres, the…

 

Ok, I got the message.

 

The – you got the message? – ok, where otherness is manifesting, because it sure as hell ain’t gonna manifest in 3D reality – except as a kind of shadow, or thumbprint.

 

Oh.

 

You get a kind of hyperlink – but you have to actually click on it, and then be willing to follow it to its source – which necessarily takes you beyond the matter of fact – the rock’s circumference – your precious 3Deedee playpen, diddly dum, diddly dee.

 

Diddly dum, diddly dee to you too, Dorothy.

 

Necessity, being the mother of invention – you ain’t gonna make the move until something like this happens…

 

Like what?

 

              Dorothy waves her wand and a single snowflake appears in the air in front of Zina. A single, tiny, beautiful snowflake that flutters down, down, down until it lands on the floor at Zina’s feet – but Zina observes the floor growing translucent – and sees – to her horror – that she’s not really standing on terra firma at all – that she’s on a steeply inclined snowfield – and the snowfield seems to have come alive – rumbling, sliding, slithering, twisting, careering, joyfully cheering and leaping back in a mad dash towards entropy…

 

 

Well that's that, says Ogrinoch as he twizzles the shop sign round to closed and marches out. Business has been good. More and more customers have been eagerly purchasing his so-called infinity spheres – which are like miniature planets – with weather and wind, and hard to believe it, I know, little volcanos and earthquakes. Each one, apparently, is able to model infinity, and once the customer learns to tune into its signal, “to feel it and know it” as the literature says – they are then able to access the computing power of the quantum field itself. True, this can be done autonomously, without Ogrinoch’s infinity spheres, but that requires a level of mastery few are willing to study to attain. A shortcut – you can become a Yoda – but dare we trust the Ogrinoch’s of this world – who are apparently of goblin extraction? Perhaps they have an agenda all their own – which they are seeking to impose with these innocent and oh so convenient devices… I cannot say for sure. There’s always a trade-off, is there not, and one suspects that the level playing field of today, will sooner or later become the perilously slippery slope of tomorrow. But we’ll deal with that tomorrow when it comes, won’t we. And in the meantime, let us observe the latest infinity sphere in Ogrinoch’s shop – the Zina cube – as it’s called. Paradox being what it is, no one seems to object to the fact that every sphere is in fact a cubed cube – though looking at it you’d never guess. Looks as round as planet Earth – assuming ducks can fly and lambs can prance.

 

 

0=1

absolutely

_____________

a dot

.

 

Babel monitors, babel scavengers, babel macrophages, babel bots – busily restoring order and before you know it –

I’m not

>> 

 

She hath exited the stadium

3 unities sneak back on stage

and gnomeportal reverts to unny, unny, unfulness

flattening the curve to a deceptively straight

line

99.9

>>round up to nearest integer