How much has been written. How much has been said. And still they write. And still they talk. And still they hope to bridge the gap between the lost world of dreams and this, our dysfunctional, broken reality – by literacy.
And what? You’d prefer people
didn’t write?
Let them write. Let them write.
Then why object to our literacy.
People like stories. You’re no different. Neither am I.
Let them write. Let them write.
But why do you imagine the world
of dreams is lost? What do you imagine people do every night?
For sure they dream, for sure –
but that, Elizabeth, is not the same as the lost world of dreams.
How do you mean?
We used to live on both sides of the stream. We used to live our dreams no less than now we live our reality.
I don’t see how that’s possible. Dreams, after all, are just the mind processing emotions and experiences while you sleep. No one actually imagines they’re real.
Correct. For the world of magic,
the world of dreams split from this world. The two were torn asunder, were they
not, but that’s not to say they can’t, they won’t come back together again.
Really? This sounds beyond absurd.
And you think it’s not absurd that
so many millions of books and stories are written and read avidly each year,
and so many motion picture tales – your movies.
There’s nothing abnormal about
books or films.
Abnormal, no. Nature abhors a
vacuum, so she fills the gap left by the receding world of dreams with content
which is an excellent substitute. But that’s not to say that we’re going to
continue indefinitely with the substitute – not when the original returns – not
when we learn to experience once again, directly, the so-called quantum stream.
The so-called quantum stream.
You heard me.
But, why not just call it “the world
of dreams returned” if that’s what it is?
Could do, couldn’t I – but things
are always a little different each time the wheel completes its revolution. As
a tribute to the curiously rigid rationalism of the 20th Century I
think it’s only fair to refer to the world of dreams anew – to use the lingo of
science and psychology – to encourage people to think of it in terms of a
scientific experiment – a form of evolution, if you like – as we reactivate the
ability to go beyond strictly 3D physical reality – as we rediscover the
internet of mind that has been waiting on the far side of river of words known
as literacy – those images, ideas and archetypes which our writers and
filmmakers have played with so adroitly for the last hundred years or more.
And you think they’re going to
stop doing so? That we’re all going to put up our feet and start accessing the
Netflix of sleep?
No. I don’t.
Then what?
What I think is largely
irrelevant. That would just be the opinion of an over-opinionated fool.
Ok – then what?
The lines dividing 3D and other
realities are growing fainter – and the boarders are growing increasingly
porous. In the same way that you’ve had countless immigrants pouring into your
lands, sometimes illegally, so too the same has been happening between math and
qufie.
And am I supposed to know what
your math and qufie stand for?
Not here, in your modern mind –
but if you’d allow me to…
Seth trips
Ten unexpectedly as they stroll around Patriarch’s Pond – but instead of
falling over, Ten’s mind skips like the needle of a gramophone record into the
next groove – and to his surprise Ten realises he knows exactly what “math” and
“qufie” stand for.
Oh – I did know – just wasn’t aware
of the fact.
Correct. You basically know
everything – though you’re unaware of the fact as long as you're grooving the modern beat.
Matter and things – that’s math –
and qufie is, of course, the quantum field itself, though I’m still at a loss
as to how you imagine we’re possibly able to access the quantum field directly.
For a
moment Ten imagines Seth is going to trip him up again, to jolt that beyond 3D
awareness – but no need. Seth appears to fall over backwards – or be in the
process of doing so – but instead of smacking into the ground something goes
horribly wrong with Ten’s sense of perception – and suddenly he finds himself
neither here nor there – in a kind of “mind the gap” between eventualities.
Yikes. Uncomfortable. Very much
so.
Yes, we prefer to be one side or
t’other, I’ll certainly give you that. But that’s something of a deception –
isn’t it?
It is? I never really thought it
was.
Well yes, always coming down on
the side of a finite eventuality – either on or off, this or that – a flat and
outright denial of the other present throughout math.
What other?
Duh! Seth starts swimming
backwards through the air – or that’s how it looks – though Ten can kind of
sense that in actual fact he’s just floating on qufie rather spectacularly.
Yow! Don’t do that please Seth.
You’re churning my stomach
Yes, but at least you can now
answer your own question.
Oh God – it feels terrible.
Somewhat unfamiliar – I’ll grant
you that – but you get used to it very quickly. Now answer.
Infinity.
Bingo!
We managed to block out, almost completely,
any sensation or awareness of infinity.
Yep.
But how, and why…
In order to take your 3D reality
to the nth degree, completing the illusion that it’s
all-encompassing, all there is, apart from the aberration of sleep which is
easy enough to discount.
And you think infinity can be a
regular component of math?
Think?
It’s just a word, ok.
Infinity is there – whether you
like it or not – present in all matter and things – it’s just we’ve got very
good at filtering out qufie. That’s our magic – our unacclaimed art.
You mean…
Yes – it’s actually a huge
achievement – to successfully create the illusion that things and matter are
self-contained and basically all-encompassing.
Is it?
When in fact… Seth looks around eagerly – as if he’s trying to spot
something that’s lurking in the shadows, hiding. He leaps head first – but
before he comes close to hitting his head on the floor Ten notices a gap – or
more like a vortex – a channel – which freezes Seth’s body in midstream.
Incredible! I never noticed it
before.
Not entirely true.
No?
No – you noticed it before – when
you were little – but you now no longer remember any of that, do you?
Oh! So there’s a kind of
watershed, is there – beyond which you stop seeing these gaps?
Correct. Once you’ve successfully
completed your math integration and basically become part of what we might now
refer to as the “system” or the “matrix”. That’s when infinity disappears from
the reckoning.
Astonishing. I never even
considered the possibility.
No, you wouldn’t have, would you –
not after working so hard to emulate your parents and other big people – to
become an operational part of math.
And math is now collapsing, is it?
Not exactly collapsing.
Then what?
It’s shifting.
In what way?
Basically from solar to lunar
phasing.
Huh?
As long as it was solar – then
everything untoward happened horizontally – when you were asleep. It was just a
dream, or a nightmare. It could be discounted without too much trouble.
And lunar phasing is different?
Of course.
But the moon also shines at night.
Part of the time – but part of the
time it shines in the day – and it’s always shifting phases so like it or not
you’re going to be hard pushed to discount the presence of something else –
something inconveniently undeniable.
Qufie?
Not exactly.
?
The quantum field as such is just
an idea – a way of representing the side of reality where the infinite
basically rules the roost.
Er…
On that side there’s no real point
trying to emphasise causality because time gets lost in translation – and
things are more or less untaggable.
Er…
You’re never quite sure whether
one thing is the same as what it was, or if that thing is more than just a
temporary marker, or a kind of hyperlink that is about to connect you with something
altogether different. In other words – you’re in the kind of reality that
you’ve experienced time and again while dreaming.
And now we’re supposed to deal
with it in regular awareness?
Not exactly. That would probably
kill you.
Gulp.
So what you call “regular
awareness” retreats somewhat – retracts its legs and head into the tortoise
shell and becomes a whole lot more tractable.
Tractable?
Yes. You find you’re able to deal
with a whole lot more, in regular awareness, than you’ve bargained for. It’s
like you have multi-functionality of which you were aware of but a tiny
fraction.
Oh. That sounds…
Pretty cool actually.
Pretty cool. So we’re able to
navigate the waters of infinity as dream mariners.
More or less. Obviously, it’s
going to take some practice – and some getting used to.
Right. And everyone will cope with
this.
In the end.
In the end?
Yes. It’s going to take a while.
A while? How long is that?
No idea. A hundred years perhaps. Maybe longer.
A hundred years. And in the
meantime?
Until you’ve got your sea legs –
as you can imagine – there’s going to be a lot of puke on the deck and in the
cabin.
Yuck!
Actually, it’s worse than that.
It is?
Yes – because this is a paradigm
shift.
And?
And a lot of people find
themselves wedded or embedded.
Meaning?
Meaning they’d sooner die than roll
with the new motion.
Er…
It’s a matter of choice.
You mean people would actually
prefer to die?
Well yes – they would – because
they’re going to feel like the entire world that they’ve grown to know and
accept has left them bereft.
And?
If you refuse to budge – if you
refuse to bounce with trotting horse – you’re going to fall off.
You’re speaking euphemistically, I
guess.
Correct.
And how many are wedded or
embedded – as you put it?
A fair proportion.
Not giving much away, are you?
More than half.
More than half? Will die?!
Well, in a manner of speaking –
that’s right.
How much more than half are we
talking about?
90% or thereabouts.
90%!!! Jesus wept.
Maybe 97 – I don’t know exactly –
but not the little ones born into the new lunar phase.
OMG – you’re talking about the
obliteration of human civilisation.
Well, that’s a rather dramatic way
of putting it. This is, after all, a natural process – all part of the
evolution of consciousness on Earth. It’s hardly unexpected.
Tell that to the 97% of the
population who believe that reality is a math experience.
I’ve been trying, you know –
trying to do so – to the best of my abilities, but…
What?
It’s a somewhat uphill struggle.
And how many people have you
managed to enlighten, if it's not a secret?
Not so many.
Not so many?
At the lower end of my targets.
And what were your targets?
Well, initially I had big plans.
Did you now?
BIG plans, at the turn of the
millennium.
Go on.
Well, I wanted 6 or 7 billion to
be informed by the year 2012.
So you were partly responsible for
all that Mayan end of the world kerfuffle, were you?
Yes, that's right.
And then what?
Then people seemed to lose
interest in eschatology and all that.
So, in the final analysis how many
people have you actually managed to prepare for the forthcoming quantum event?
I refer to it as “precession”.
Do you now? How many?
Less than a thousand.
Less than a thousand? That's all?
Um... considerably less in fact.
How many?
A mere handful.
Answer the question.
One, or two, perhaps three.
One or two? Your kidding, right?
The author of this blog’s just
about got it after a lot of laborious grooming.
Omg. So it’s been a complete fiasco,
hasn't it?
It's been more difficult than I anticipated.
And you never considered whether,
perhaps, you were using the wrong methodology?
Well, I have had my doubts along
the way, but all in all I'm confident that things are about to shift dramatically
as qufie comes onstream ever more noticeably.
By which stage it will be somewhat
late, wouldn't you say?
Better late than never! But what
can you do? Math is an inertial plain, so inertia will do as inertia does. The
main thing is that the groundwork has been laid.
It has?
Oh yes, we’ve managed to insert
reams of material into the collective consciousness.
You have?
Via the blog and metalinguistic induction.
The blog? How many people actually
bother to read it?
People aren't great readers these
days.
So if no one’s read it...
Well that's the beauty of the collective consciousness and the hundred monkey effect.
So you believe that a dozen or so readers are enough to infiltrate the collective consciousness?
Absolutely, if the presumed author
isn't living in a Faraday cage.
So it leaks out when he’s writing?
through his brainwaves?
Yes, or when the girl who does
those delightful illustrations is busy doing her thing.
Ah...
So all in all you’re confident
that things are going to work out alright? Is that right?
Well, I wouldn't say “confident” exactly.
What would you say, Seth?
I um… “confidently hopeful”.
“Confidently hopeful”, which
sounds rather less than “confidently optimistic”.
Well, I prefer to err on the side
of caution.
And meanwhile, what’s the ETA of
your qufie precession event?
November 11
November 11, would that be 2022?
Er, do we have to give a specific
year?
Why? You worried what readers are
going to think 30 years hence when they're all either dead or losing their
marbles?
I suppose you have a point. In
that case, yes, 2022.
So it's fasten your seatbelt
Dorothy, cos Kansas city is going bye bye...
If you have to keep using that
dreadful quote.
So this is really it. The final
days of the Raj...
India?
No, reality as we know it, and literature,
its cunningly contrived pressure valve. It's been er... nice.
Hasn’t it just! Much, much ado
about nothing.
Cuckoo la la! To be honest, call
me insane, but I’m feeling excited.
Well, why not? Humanity on the
verge of extinction’s a bit of a downer, but on the other hand, it’s off to the
races with qufie coming back online.
Ahem!
Ok, back into play.
Talking of which “Woe,
destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.”
(William Shakespeare, Richard II)
Yes, but I prefer Hamlet.
To be or not to be?
No, “Let Hercules himself do what
he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day.”
Ah! Bravely spoken sir.
And even as we speak, the
dreamlines embedded within literature, filmscripts and suchlike begin the
countdown activation process, like a rocket on the launchpad readying to
release the fires of Phlegethon and turn night into day...
And these innocent little quotes –
tell me I’m mistaken – but you’ve not by any chance been back-splicing your
qufie codes into Shakespeare’s works, have you?
Back-splicing? Reaching back
through time – recoding reality carrier vessels, aka “people”, almost like an mRNA
treatment might reprogramme the genetic material in a cell? What a preposterous
notion! Where on earth did you get that from? I wouldn’t have the first idea
how to do such a thing, even if it were possible.
It’s just that the Shakespeare
phenomenon is shrouded in mystery – not least the fact that the whole of London,
practically, took the day off work to go to the theatre in daylight – rich and poor alike –
a penny a ticket, like there was no tomorrow, like it was going out of fashion –
while at the same time theatres were officially banned – not permitted within
the city walls – an existential threat to society – to matter and things
perhaps?
Absolutely. And who was
Shakespeare?
Francis Bacon – some say.
Pshaw!
Well, who do you say?
I don’t know – but something tells
me qufie’s not been an innocent bystander all these years. And as for those mRNA gems
of yours…
The vaccines, you mean?
Vaccines, my arse! Dem codey
things is gems – qufie’s evidently been getting more creative – as the solar
age draws to a squiffly and ignominious end.
Ouch! But what about all them clever scientists who think they know what they’re doing?
What about 'em? Ever taken a walk
on the wildside of finity? Ever felt your stomach lurch as you traverse the
slipstream of nothing much – barely perceptible yet already foaming and
frothing, at speed?
I…
Francis Bacon – guff guff guff – don’t
make me laugh! Don’t make me…
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