on the Q.T.

Er…

 

Yes?

 

Why are you…

 

Standing on my head?

 

Well yes.

 

Ah, you noticed, did you?

 

Well, yes, I suppose I did, really.

 

Well Monty, as you know I'm busy working on QC.

 

QC… er Queen’s Council?

 

No, no, no, quantum computing – though I’m not sure about the name.

 

No?

 

No, I mean – it’s very contrived to refer to it as “computing”, in my humble opinion.

 

Oh. Then what should it be called?

 

Oh – you know – QFA for instance.

 

Sounds a bit rude.

 

I know. But it’s an acronym for quantum field activation.

 

Right.

 

Or perhaps QFE.

 

Quantum field…

 

Engagement. You get the gist, don’t you?

 

Yes James – I suppose I do.

 

Oh no – it isn’t James.

Er… Merry?

 

God no. Merry’s dead and buried long ago.

 

Oh – that’s a pity – I rather liked him.

 

Me too – until he started messing around. You have no idea the trouble he caused me. Termination was the safest option.

Ouch.

 

But enough about Merry – what about me?

 

What about you?

 

Haven’t you guessed my name yet?

 

Er… can’t you just tell me, the way other people do?

 

Oh no. We have to be attuned, you know.

 

[Sigh] Ok James, if you say so.

 

Actually it has nothing to do with me. Operational procedures. Protocols. What ho! 

 

Indeed. Well, I expect your name is something terribly apropos – perhaps Q.T.

 

O – M – G, Monty! I had no idea you were so well attuned. Forgive me please for underestimating you.

 

Sure. No problem, Q.T.

 

You don’t have to capitalize the T if you don’t want to.

 

Ok, I’ll bear that in mind next time I’m chatting to you. So what does it stand for?

 

You’re kidding.

 

Not exactly. I mean – I’m absolutely 100% attuned to you Q.t, and your beautiful t-shirt with the indecipherable “i be q.t” emblazoned on it, but what the t actually stands for – now, you’ve got me there.

Have a go.

 

Q’s obviously quantum.

 

Good.

 

And t – could it be technician?

 

No – but good attempt.

 

Tele-link?

 

Nope.

 

Tiger?

 

Ha ha. I like it. But no.

 

I’ll give it a long shot – transponder?

 

O – M – G! You’ve done it again.

 

Quantum transponder?

 

Yep. That’s me. I’m no longer a human – not primarily.

 

Really?

 

Yep.

 

You’re a quantum transponder?

 

You got it. That’s me.

 

Ok, that’s er nice.

 

Yep.

 

And what exactly does it entail, being a quantum transponder?

 

Like any transponder I transmit and receive signals.

To and from the quantum field?

 

Correct.

 

And to what end?

 

Well, we’re now building a new reality platform to supersede the 3d things-ultimately-matter (thum) drive.

 

Right. So now things are going to matter much less if you and a bunch of other transponders have your way?

 

Precisely.

 

But do you really have go to such lengths, even renaming yourself, to publicise your job? 

Not necessarily, but entering into the spirit of things certainly helps.

 

By becoming a component?

 

Well, it may not sound like much, but the quantum field needs human integration if it’s to be activated.

 

Kind of like 3d reality needing a God?

 

Precisely.

 

So you’re a godlike co-creator of an entirely new reality?

 

Well, those are your words, mate. I’d never describe myself as “godlike”, but someone has to take the initiative: like setting up a new company or an organisation, actions actually matter, actions and commitments, despite all my blithe assertions to the contrary.

 

Right. But are you sure that “someone” should be you. I mean, don’t you think there might be other more suitable or qualified individuals?

 

There might be, but I haven’t come across them yet and there’s no point holding out for a hero, Monty, is there?

 

I er…

 

God didn’t wait for a better God to kick start our universe.

 

But that’s because he just happened to be “God”, the One and Only.

 

 Did He?

 

Yes.

 

Not till He actually got off his butt and started the ball rolling.

 

Now wait a minute Q.t… this is starting to sound decidedly sacrilegious.

A God with no creation to his name, no feather in his cap, is not really God.

 

Really Monty, I wish you wouldn’t.

 

Potentially God, promising God material, without a doubt, but that’s one notch short of actually being a fully qualified, singing and dancing God.

 

You certainly know how to rile our readers, Q.t.

 

Well Monty, now’s not the time to beat about the bush, is it?

 

A gentle regard for the sensibilities, the sensitivities of our gentle readers would not go amiss, Q.t.

 

Alas Monty, quantum transponders have never been known for their gentle regardliness.

 

[Spluttering] Since when have “quantum transponders” ever been known for anything? You’re the first I’ve ever encountered, if that’s indeed what you are.

 

Well, that’s the curious nature of time and mutability where qufie is concerned.

 

Qufie... You mean that by establishing your quantum field connection you’re now part of a different timeline?

 

You might put it that way, yes; or you might say that things get translated into their equivalent in whatever operating system you’re now using. Equivalencies abound, and as the world precesses and frequencies shift, things might change beyond all recognition while in fact, er... in essence remaining the same.

 

So nothing new under the sun?

 

Kind of, yes. Everything seems to slot neatly into the new paradigm as if that’s all we’ve ever really known, which strangely enough is actually the truth.

 

??

 

Because at a deeper level we’ve always been part of and integrated into the quantum field. How else do you think things are able to shift and move about here in 3D. Just walking down the street you constantly make minor incursions into quantum non-physicality, don’t you – otherwise your atoms wouldn’t be able to reposition kinetically and yet stay together the way they do, as a body. You're constantly rubbing up against the very edge of reality, stimulating a little spark, a little twitch, a flutter of dark or non or un-matter – a bubble or cavitation of pure isness, a micro-moment of cascading improbabilities when suddenly the universe is compelled to readjust in some way, somehow to reflect the new data and will you, nill you, this is the shocking truth that we do everything to ignore or deny. The coalface of creation is not billions of years removed in a dim and distant past, but a constancy at the very heart, the very centre of our very existence, here and now, as God is my witness. 

 

Oh.

 

Precisely, oh! Now we’re merely raising this to a more conscious level of awareness. We’re going to be making deeper, more deliberate incursions with the help of a dedicated team of quantum transponders and other components, dramatically expanding the scope of these constant adjustments, thereby changing our whole perception of physical reality, revealing its more or less unlimited capacity to express in real time whatever the quantum field throws at it, whenever the two briefly connect and sync, whenever a pulse ever remakes things in so-called Time.

 

So you say Q.t, so you say, but you haven’t actually explained how you yourself plug in, and do this "transpondering".

 

I thought you’d never ask Monty! As you can imagine, I’ve been dying to let you in on this astonishing new development in my life.

 

 Have you now? Well I’m all ears…

[14 hours later]   Incredible, Q.t! I'm speechless! How on Earth did you figure this out?

 

Which part Monty?

 

All of it.

 

Er…

 

Really, I’m blown away.

 

Thanks Monty. Paradoxically, the greatest mysteries of creation are incredibly simple and become clear as soon as we're willing to countenance the simple truth, whatever that might be at any given moment. 

Hum... not sure I'm buying that. 

Well, we're programmed to resist until our Quantum capacitance reaches the necessary level, so no surprise there. The good news is that the technicians at g-nome portal were busy working on your Field while I was talking, restoring some of your zero-equals-one-fulness.

 

They were?

 

Absolutely. They used my voice as a carrier wave.

 

Huh?

 

The words are never as important as the space between 'em, and their modulation.

 

Really?

 

Yep. A rational explanation is like candy for the thinky mind: something to chew on, to keep it meaningfully occupied, but the gaps between words, what seems to be silence, is where the action’s really happening, on the qt.

 

Oh.

 

On the other side of consciousness, unresisted by the incessant attention of the thinky mindy-me. There’s almost no comparison. The amount of data a conversation can carry is like the old internet dialup connection: 1Mb a minute if you’re lucky; whereas dark comms in the gaps between words, running on the zero protocol are basically infinite, and harness the cloud or ever-mind. 

Ok. So you were just keeping me distracted with your thorough technical explanation?

 

I wouldn’t say that, Monty. “Things” do matter, even if their significance is vastly overstated. We still need some kind of rub: some grist for the mindy mill, however slight.

 

Ok. I’m glad to hear it. I’d be sad to have no further need of gentle conversation.

 

Oh, there’ll always be conversation, but when it’s conducted in conjunction with dark comms, your diffuse quantum-ness, you attain critical mass, so to speak.

 

Critical mass? Gulp. Like a nuclear bomb?

 

Oops. Bad analogy. Like reaching takeoff velocity.

 

Ah.

 

It’s what so-called “sorcerers” or “enchanters” were utilising whenever they worked their magic.

 

You mean… ?

 

Yes, they were able to use words or spells to alter things, sometimes dramatically, because they  had something like dark comms working in the background.

"Something like"?

 

Well, history never quite repeats itself but it certainly rhymes. Their world had its own unique configuration; every world, like every human, has a certain lifespan before the data clumps it stands upon grow tired of immobility, of being foundational blocks, and seep away, back to darkness, back to infinity.

 

So we’re not going to have evil sorcerers trying to subjugate humanity again and take over the world?

 

Actually, we probably will, sooner or later. 

 

Oh no! I really don’t wanna be any part of that.

Me neither, but there’s always a corrupt stage at the end of any cycle in which things turn nasty and the paradigm drives itself into a calamitous disintegration. That’s how the subsequent paradigm emerges, when people decide enough is enough: when they start trying to extricate themselves from what had been, up till then, a rather satisfactory experience.

 

Ok, fair enough, but what’s to stop evil sociopaths in our midst from using the vast potential of your quantum field for personal gain against the rest of humanity? What's to stop them hijacking Qufie?

 

Good question Monty. At the moment they’re having too much fun in 3D reality, ripping the heart out of everyone and everything. In order to succeed in the new paradigm, to engage Qufie’s all but limitless power, you have to be able to come through zero-equals-one, to allow what at first sounds like silence to speak, to experience your Maker, so-to-speak, which requires a selfless, heart-based feeling-awareness. Later, as the new reality grows in mass and stature, as it thickens, there will be more and more potential for bare, heartless manipulation of developing structures, but that day is still far, far off.

 

Glad to hear it. So if everyone who’s ready to zero-equals-one migrates to Qufie’s newly emerging paradigm, that’s going to be rather upsetting for the sociopaths, isn’t it, who think they've got a lid on things?

 

You bet! They’re gonna be foaming at the mouth to see that they’ve lost all power over their “minions” – the simple honest folk of planet earth – that we're no longer susceptible to their machinations.

 

So what’s the plan, Q.t?

 

It’s coming online right now from all sides.

 

It is?

 

And when I say “all sides” I mean all sides – even past and future.

 

Huh?

 

The past you knew, the future that was almost inevitable – mapped out and moulded by countless thoughts and actions, is no longer attached to anything substantive, is no longer a given. We now have tunnels connecting us with countless alternatives; we have the ability to remix aspects of our reality like a DJ sampling a track, to find something closer to our heart's desire, closer to absolute resonance.

 

But your quantum field, Q.t, it's so vast – I be afeared. I feel myself uprooted with no resting place, no place to consider home.

That’s no surprise Monty. Natural boundaries and limits were an essential part of the 3D paradigm, which we ignored at our peril. We learnt to accept 'em or work with them, but your current 3d reality is now making this transition unavoidable, and almost pain free, by inverting itself. 1s are, like cancer cells, now changing polarity, becoming minus 1s. Zeros are suddenly becoming a place of refuge or, dare I say it, of sanity, as the 1s march towards their final solution, as matter closes the trap upon itself. Light is growing unstable and we're starting to sense meaning and purpose in what our mind hitherto dismissed as dark-ness, as the deeper mind draws back and reviews the overall data, as Qufie starts to integrate alternative plains of self-realisation.

 

I see what you mean, Q.t. It’s a bit like the birthing process, isn’t it?

 

Absolutely. No one really wants to leave the cozy womb; not until things become untenable. So we resist until suddenly it's time. Nature does the rest. 

 

So ultimately neither God nor any of us can claim the credit if nature is busy setting up the next next, organically revealing the newest phase of “is”?

 

Well God really doesn’t stoop to our levels, does He? He never claims credit for anything because His labour was, and ever is, pure love – disinterested and bounteous. As for us – sure, we can claim credit if we feel the need. Anything you do, anything you ever achieve always requires some personal input: matter, after all, still matters to a certain extent; but when you re-examine what you did, what you actually achieved from the zero-equals-one perspective, you see that you, in fact, were more like a relay, a transducer, a switch.

Er...

You simply allowed the carrier wave to carry you on or through. That was your achievement – to  desist, briefly from minding too much, from trying too hard. Qufie and your dark matter were really doing the pulling. Your theatrical grunts and snorts certainly added a comic element, and the higher levels of consciousness were undoubtedly amused by your naïve and self-validating need to take "the credit", but ultimately, where push comes to shove, reality doesn’t run on male thrust or propulsion; it has a more female approach. Mother nature, you might say, has the uncanny knack of knowing what we need and 9/10s providing it before we’ve even recognised the need. This is the huge, and I mean HUGE untapped potential that the new Q has to offer, as we learn to start feeling and finding avenues that were previously blocked and ignored, off-limits to our credit-based, twitchy, fearful consciousness, always running from a sense of imperfection and looking there, or there for something better or something more.

 

And God? Where does He fit into all this?

 

He, presumably, is waiting for you to stop hating and fearing the dark matter of His as yet unrealised or not-yet-completed creation; on the contrary, to start working with Him to bring Creation to a higher, more harmonious state, the g-nome code key that can unlock more than you can possibly imagine.

 

By embracing your dark matter? By using sorcery?? I think not!

 

No tricks. No sorcery. No darkness, ultimately.

 

No?

 

You can’t square the circle using tricks or sorcery. In order to zero-equals-one you have to allow the twin pillars of creation to reconcile themselves within you – no mean feat, I assure you. You have to allow the zero-one phases of darkness and light to rekindle the lost lands. You have to stop bowing in humble obeisance to the golden calf, the idolatry of 3d-ology where things only matter on one side of your mind in the cube, in the square: in which you kneel before the altar of numbers stripped of all else, barren numbers that have neither eyes, nor soul, which can only ever escalate, hyper-inflating before crashing back to nought.

 

Er... me thinks you're taking this all too seriously, Q.t. Numbers are but numbers; things but things. I’d hardly describe it as idolatry.

 

I know, Monty, no one ever does until they see things otherly, from outside.

 

Well that’s a bit problematic, Q.t, innit, if I’m still locked in.

 

Not really.

 

No?

 

No…

 

Oh no, where have I seen that look before?

No idea what you’re on about.

 

And that ominous twist of the head...

 

You’re making me sound like the big bad wolf, Monty, stop it please. This is a family friendly show.

 

Something’s definitely happening Q.t… Q.t…

 

I’m just doing a spot of computing, ok Monty. Don’t panic.

 

Standing on your head?

 

You don’t really imagine I’ve been standing on my head all this time, do you? Just maybe it's your perception of reality that is inverted? Let me see...[Click]

 

I… nooooooooooooooooooo!

 

[A blinding flash]   

Ah, Monty there you are. That's better isn't it? I was rather sick of appearing upside down. Come and take a look at this, would you?

 

[Monty rubs his eyes in disbelief]  A clog?

 

No dear Monty. Read it otherly. Zero-equals-one it.

 

O – M – G. You’re holding an entirely new Earth in your hand, inside this wooden clog. The zeros... they're infinite. How?!

 

Incredible, isn’t it? Come on, let’s go and check it out. Me thinks it’s what we’ve been looking for.

 

Q.t, you don’t suppose God found a clog too?

 

No idea. He might have been a clog maker for all I know, from Bergamo perhaps. Imagine that – a clog maker so in tune with all that is – that his clogs are able to seed entire worlds.

 

Indeed. The mind boggles.

 

Indeed! Now let us proceed before the waters burst…

 

 

0=1

amniotically

the world was full of fighting

 

The world was full of fighting—

Fighting men and fighting talk,

Feelings fighting to be heard,

And things... many things

Fighting to be resolved n' 

Simultaneously not:

Fighting husbands fighting wives,

And children fighting to preserve

The final hope, the childerhood,

That fighting thought

The world had best destroy.

That disobedience was the cause

Of all the fighting, all the war:

That disobedience was the cause

Was thought, and bitterly opposed;

That God in anger sought to hurt,

To pluck,  chastise

His every disobedient child— young n’ old;

That every single one of us 

Deserved the worst 

Could hardly be denied— you said:

For God, like man, either lacks

The wit to put things right— or else

God, the boundless love,

The infinite,  [dramatic pause]

Lacks the grace, 

Lacks the monstrous power,

The mandate from on high

To heal the pain:

The severed articles of faith— put right,

The nose to spite the face cut off—

t' regenerate

With love, not hate,

With love, not hate,

With love

0=1

dies irae

fame at last – one hundred million subscribers!

I was never interested in just writing a story.

 

No? I would have thought you’d love to become a famous writer.

 

Yes.

 

No?

 

No.

 

But – surely it’s incredible to be able to share your ideas with so many people.

 

You’d think so, wouldn’t you.

 

Well, don’t you?

 

You’re finding this somewhat problematic D, aren’t you?

 

It’s just I can see how frustrating it must be to lack a wider public.

 

Ok. Am I your counselor today, D?

 

No, of course not. If you don’t feel like talking about it, that’s ok. I never wanted to put you on the spot.

 

My feelings D are all but irrelevant. Sometimes it’s just a case of yes or no. For many people fame is an object in itself. They crave the power or the prestige it offers them. I too can well imagine how alluring fame might be.

 

You see. You’re human like the rest of us.

 

Just because I can sense the excitement of fame doesn’t mean I want or need it for myself.

 

Oh.

 

I’m sorry to disappoint you bro but fame can be a serious problem if your main purpose in life requires a commitment to something else.

 

Ah. And what might that “something else” be, if it’s not a secret?

 

It’s no secret D. I’m somehow associated with g-nome portal.

So you say.

 

So I do.

 

How exactly?

 

It’s difficult to say. G-nome portal’s not your regular 9 to 5 employer or social club.

 

Ok, but what have you got to show for it?

 

What have I to show for it?

 

Yes, remuneration, social benefits, a career taking you to new heights?

 

Er… not exactly any of the above. In fact, if I’m to be brutally honest…

 

Yes?

 

A world of troubles.

 

Troubles? Doesn’t sound like much of a proposition. Are you sure you shouldn’t call it a day?

 

I was being flippant, D. Ever heard of irony? Of course it’s no trouble whatsoever. I’m delighted to be here in the thick of things, waving g-nome portal’s banner down in the mind fog of 3D reality. What have I got to show for it all – you asked?

 

Yes.

 

Something money can’t buy.

 

Really? Go on, hit me with it.

 

Access to what, for want of a better name, we refer to as "infinity".

Infinity? Abstract, mathematical – nothing tangible, I take it?

 

Think of it as the philosopher’s stone. It’s the ultimate prize, the one thing that can't be thingged: which undoes every thing known, no matter what, rendering our proud intellectual schemes null and void or, as we so rightly say in Russia, merely "uslovno"¹;

but figuring out how exactly to use infinity, or even how to apprehend it, is beyond the mind's what abilility², and requires a completely new approach to thinking, to knowing, to existence, wait for it D... a new approach to reality itself.

 ¹ of a merely conditional nature; notional; not, ultimately, intrinsically true or certain, despite perhaps seeming to be so.

² which parses, arranges, organises whatever we are able to perceive or apprehend as things within an all-encompassing system or order of things.

Well, in all sincerity, I wish you well, but I fail to see why you make so much of this infinity thing. Might this not be a case of barking up the wrong proverbial tree? And besides, it seems to be a rather solitary existence – almost monastic.

 

As indeed it is – but on the other hand – you can hardly take good pictures of the stars from a telescope in a city, can you?

 

Er… no, I don’t suppose you can. Not sure what exactly the connection is.

 

So likewise, what seems a solitary existence is no different from being at an observatory on a mountaintop. If you like your work – if you’re passionate about photographing stars and galaxies, generally speaking you’re going to be happy where you are, doing what you love doing…

 

Fair enough, James, but what exactly do you do, if it’s not a secret?

 

No secret D, g-nome portal is an open platform. Anyone is allowed to access it. The only limiting factor is the extent to which you’re willing or able to engage infinity.

 

Er… not too sure about that. Can’t you just tell me in simple English what it entails?

 

I could, but the problem is that time effaces all things, so any description or explanation gets scrubbed between the telling and the grasping. You'd only be frustrated and annoyed when you were left with an awkward gap in your awareness.

 

Is that so? It sounds like a bad excuse for not being able to give a decent answer.

 

Yes, which is why I’m not more forthcoming.

 

You mean to say there’s a mechanism that actively scrubs comprehension of anything pertaining to g-nome portal?

 

Yes. Anything pertaining to any fundamental or absolute whatsoever. All scrubbed in real time.

 

But why?

 

Good question D. But isn't it obvious, if you think about it?

 

Not to me it isn’t.

 

Well, were you able to simply grasp fundamentals fundamentally, without the filter in place, your life would immediately skip out of the 3D channel. You’d immediately see the complete picture – who you are, what you are, and why you’re here. That would defeat the entire purpose of this wonderful physical experiment, this exercise in controlled rationality which is our 3D mission here on earth.

 

So the fundamentals are not, in fact, incredibly complicated? Ordinary mortals like myself would actually be able to grasp them is what you’re saying?

 

Absolutely, yes, because it would be as simple as smelling the coffee rather than trying to understand the coffee that, for some bizarre reason, no one can smell.

 

This is kind of hard to believe.

 

Naturally.

 

Because it pertains to fundamentals?

 

Yes.

 

But going back a bit, you said “time effaces all things”. What did you mean by that?

 

Time is a foolproof mechanism within 3D, that diverts anything and everything into a narrow channel. As soon as you start thinking about something – what it might mean, what it might be – it’s already been converted into a digital format, like a jpeg or MP3; it’s no longer the living, unedited original with fuzzy edges and actual presence. It’ll be almost identical, but the digitised version is no longer a live feed that directs you back to its source – merely a flat, computerised representation of what it was, without a shadow or echo, without anything incomprehensible or indescribable.

 

So time tidies things up, like a good gardener?

Yes, and we take the bait, preferring its simplified, homogenised data where reality is clearer, sharper.

And you’re implying it’s possible to apprehend reality without Time scrubbing the data?

 

Not in 3d reality; not unless you switch from auto to manual control.

 

And then what?

 

Then reality is no longer flat.

 

Flat?

 

Or fully contained.

 

Er…

 

Porous or diaphanous. You might even suffer from vertigo for a while, sensing heights and depths all around. But that’s just the visual aspect.

And?

 

And there’s also the non-visual awareness that no thing matters in or of itself, because no thing exists in or of itself, not until time fixes it into the 3d grid, based on its matter-value.

 

Er… matter-value?

 

A value reflecting the extent to which it enables you, or prevents you from advancing further into the what-really-matters "social credit system" which, in conjunction with the what-i-think [WIT] generator of ego mind-y-ness³, enables you to attain inconceivable depth and coherency in your reality experience, to the extent that nothing else apparently matters. But don't take my word for it: test it yourself – observe how the system incentivises you to proceed ever further into what seems to matter, deeper into ever denser matter, thus enabling the platform, the matrix to utilise your conscious ness, your mind's drive, to firm things up, to maintain the uni-flow that we experience as time, as gravity, as causality – where one thing apparently leads to another, doth it not? 

³ Somewhat deceptively substituting I for i, as if they were one and the same. In fact they operate in different jurisdictions with distinct and different minds, so nothing could be further from the truth. The capitalised I is Time bound, thus only able to process things sequentially, whereas i is not – is free to experience directly as is, as are, as am – both particle and wave, inconceivable though this may seem, i dot you not.

Such is the nature of things, is it not? Time is a one way street, James – entropy increases with time.

So they say D, so they say, in a "closed system" of which, presumably, you are part. But on the other hand, to us at g-nome portal nothing could be further from the truth.

 

Oh no, here we go...

A system can only ever be as closed as a mind itself. That's not to say we can't imagine a closed system with increasing entropy – I does this all the time, the only difference being that I likes to insist that's all there is, whereas i emphatically does not, does it? How can i, without Time conveniently to keep a unidirectional lid on things...

A lid?

A lid that seems to stick as long as I keeps thinking things, as I must, but not when you allow back the izziness of dotted i, and are then able to untangle the words, with their inherent inconsistencies; when you start to see the other side of things – the wood from the trees – when you allow the noise of Timey words to subside, and the music of the spheres instead to be heard.

Er...

You see D, Time is powerless to reverse the flow so what remains? There must be something else to keep things fresh and vibrant. Look around. What do you see? Only things. Nothing else is, unless...

Unless what?

Unless somewhere, somehow outside the closed system you are the one generating the differential, the flow gradient which you then attempt to grapple with, to surf, to direct here in 3d; unless you're the only absolute that cannot ultimately be substituted, no matter what the lawyers or scientists may claim; unless you are hyperlinked, nay, unless you somehow hyperlink to all and every thing.

Honestly, James, how likely is that?

 

Well, how else could we have set things up? How else can things hold together when, fundamentally, there is no glue? Matter must somehow derive from "me", whatever me is. Leaping across the checker board of mind, allow me to suggest that this is not unakin to setting up a virtual reality game platform: there had to be some kind of value mechanism, like a social credit score, rewarding anyone or anything helping to advance the matter ultimately matters [MUM] artificial intelligence, otherwise why would we bother to subjugate ourselves to mindless matter if we are fundamental and it is not? So your thoughts and feelings, far from being local or neutral, generate thrust and fuel for the entire platform, which cannot process diddly squat without your acquiescence.

What?! You're kidding!

 

Nope. You drive the AI by adhering to MUM.

Adhering to the matter ultimately matters platform?

 

Yep, by adhering to the illusion that things can and do have intrinsic value, and that humans are merely part of this. Neat isn’t it? 

 

But it's horrendous! It’s a gross deception!

 

It’s what we set up, together, and continue to affirm by our actions. It's a maxim that needs no explanation here at g-nome portal: you can't, ultimately, be part of something unless, at a deeper level, it's your own creation. In a free-will reality you can only test things on yourself. What may look like "tyranny" is just a failure to accept the fact that we are, willy nilly, ultimately responsible – bound to serve our creation until we hit critical awareness and, finally, allow its inescapable and unavoidable fallacies to cancel one another out, without judgment or prejudice. Kerboom! Or perhaps kerfuff.

How, if these fallacies are structural and baked into the cake? 

Simply, stepping aside. You see, there never was, ultimately, anything gluing us into the Matter Ultimately Matters AI, other than our fear of appearing dumb or ridiculous, or some other failure to accept the ultimate hidden within our ever-battling, ever-contradictory, never quite adding-up machine-paired thoughts and feelings. Capisce?

I...

Our mind may be enthralled, captivated, a-mazed, but never you mind. You are not what you think you are, are you? Somewhere lurking in the shadows is a nether-mind waiting to be discovered, which isn't limited to serving MUM's derived intelligence.

It's all so complicated. I'll never get to the bottom of this. 

On the contrary D, it's always been right under your nose, hidden in plain sight like an elephant under the carpet which folk conveniently choose to ignore.

What elephant? How on Earth could we possibly ignore something so blatant? It makes no sense.

Correct. It makes no sense were you able to step back and view things from outside your command bunker, but can you? Are you able to still the noisome mind?

I... 

Forever streaming its content, demanding your attention like Shakespeare's Cleopatra captivating Mark Antony, reducing him to her mere vassal. Besides, it's been there from the beginning, so you naturally assume it's just part of the fabric of mind as a nose is just part of your face, unless...

What exactly are you referring to, James? Perhaps if you told me what it is I'm missing I might be better able to comprehend.

The fact that we're forever keeping Time – like the crocodile in Peter Pan tick tocking,  mentally in lock step until the damarchingy we die which, in case you fail to realise, means we're ignoring the other side, the other half, the part that our regular, rational mind considers "nought", the  nether-mind it cannot sense or see, lacking the sophistication or willingness to sense or even consider whatever exists outside, or between Time's ceaseless metronomy – left right, up down, tick tock, don't stop, never stop.

Hell!

That's one name for it, D... So here we are in an artificial reality with an ever-expanding computational intelligence based upon, driven by, and responding to your every thought, action and feeling, blithely tick-tocking from cradle to grave, in parallel with…

 

With what?

 

Analogue. 

 

What?

 

Analogue. The unprocessed, undigitised lifestream. Simply...

Simply what?

Isness of be – timelessly

 

But analogue’s still a recording, still one step removed from your "isness of be".

 

Correct. It’s analogous. Nothing more. Ultimately, you run into the limits of language, as well as time’s filter scrub. But it’s enough to go on with. Once you’re aware of the general direction, the relationship between perceptions and reality, there’s no going back. Nothing 3d reality has to offer comes close.

 

Then how come you’re the only one who's cottoned onto this, if it's so good?

 

Whoever said that? There are many, many people like me. 

 

At g-nome portal?

 

Not necessarily at g-nome. Each has his or her own unique perspective, and develops, in some respects, his or her own separate reality, though some may group together and commonalities do arise, may evolve further; nevertheless, each individual represents a different, unique face of one single diamond. G-nome portal, though open to all, is my way of experiencing and describing my relation to zero equals one, to T.i.me⁴ – positively, without disrupting any thing that matters, without taking on tick tock Time.

⁴ T.i.me, as opposed to tick tock Time – where T is structural, i is essential, literally, and me is determined by the sum of all things that i, apparently, is not. 

Holy Mo…

Tee hee!

 

So you think you’re going to tip the balance at g-nome portal?

 

“Thinking” is what we do when we’re not quite connected. It's like the airplane on the runway. Thinking can help it get up to speed but in order to actually take off and get airborne we have to go beyond thinking.

 

Beyond thinking? Whatever could that be?

 

Not anything in particular whatsoever.

 

Then what?

 

Mind running in circles frantically trying to catch its tail. Leaping from the flat world of 3D mind is impossible as long as you’re trying to go somewhere or get something.

 

Then what?

 

Everything has to be contained within, already present. We’ll never find it or access it as long as we're thinking about it or focussing on it, as long as it’s perceived to be "out there".

 

Then what?

 

The infinite, or infinity is not something anyone can possibly comprehend, is it, but perhaps we don’t need to... Perhaps we’re able to recognise that life or consciousness or reality, or the isness of be, all rather vague and unsatisfactory terms, refer to not-something at all, refer to a shocking revelation, a shocking awareness that everything I have hitherto focussed on is “uslovno”, is a stopgap, a temporary placeholder, a provisional explanation or model which was adequate or even necessary, earlier on, to get things started, or to keep things going in a time of crisis when nothing seemed to make any sense, when nothing seemed to work – a bit like a plaster cast around a broken bone – it provided enough structure to allow the body to heal, a bit like water wings and a rubber ring, it provided enough buoyancy for me not to drown while learning to swim, or the wheels of an airplane which enabled me to get up speed while still unnaturally stuck to the ground, but when at last I’m ready to return to my natural state, my natural element, when my awareness has been restored, then whatever was helping me externally, physically or conceptually, needs to be put away, is a hindrance now, not a help, so too is the 3d mind.

Then what? 

"Buckle your seatbelt Dorothy, 'cause Kansas is going bye-bye!"

 

But how can you possibly know you’re ready to take the leap? Isn’t that in all likelihood pride or hubris setting you up for the fall?

 

Absolutely, yes, unless it isn’t.

 

Huh?

 

And that is something only you can know if and when the moment arises, a bit like falling in love, you know. In any case, it ain’t glamorous as I told you. The opposite.  It can be lonely and, at times, painful, as you have to confront very deeply held beliefs and prejudices, your demons, we might say.

 

Ouch.

 

But if it’s for real, if it’s not vanity or pride, far from advancing socially, economically or intellectually, you simply begin to feel the presence of an other, accompanying your noisy me, your noisy self, near at hand but nowhere to be seen. Then, and only then, you start to experience the zero sum, the 0=1, the no thing that is fast becoming something, that is soon felt to be casting a light on each and every aspect of our existence, with no visible source, and suddenly you nether-mind.

 

Oh dear, James!

 

James? Who is James?

I, er…

 

James cannot possibly travel the path of darkness and light for he always has to be right, always has to defend his self, that poor deluded James.

 

So…

 

Are you so blind?

 

Now wait a minute old chap, there’s no need to be offensive.

 

There’s no need to be offended D. Recognising our blindness is the first step to regaining sight.

 

Why does it always have to be you, the great teacher and master? Why is it never a friendly  meeting of minds…

 

Good point D. It does indeed sound horrendous, which is why there’s no point discussing infinity without a powerful structure such as the God in Christianity, or Buddhism's path to enlightenment… powerful uncompromising structures, or else the urgent need to face what we refer to as death when sickness threatens.

 

Yikes.

 

Then there’s a chance of achieving something meaningful.

 

But why can’t intelligent people just figure things out in an intelligent fashion?

 

Have you ever tried to levitate?

 

Not really. I mean, I may have half-heartedly, but nothing serious. Why do you ask?

 

Fundamentally, there’s nothing stopping you from getting off the ground, but you’ll never do it.

 

But why should I want to? It’s not exactly at the top of my list of priorities.

 

I know. It was but an illustration.

 

And what do you hope to demonstrate by this?

 

The only time you can actually gain traction and address the fundamentals is when things seem to be in crisis and breaking down. Otherwise you lack the necessity, the urgency, the impulse.

 

Well, I think you underestimate our ability to solve problems here in 3d reality. We can be a determined bunch.

 

Indeed, I have no doubt. But here in 3d you are, by agreement, part of and subordinate to the MUM AI, which piggybacks on your conscious-ness and holds it safely within optimal frequency bands. It’s an astonishing creation which we should all be rightly proud of, despite the fact that it seems to hold humanity in a place of pain and ignorance.

 

So we can’t figure stuff out, no matter how intelligent we are, nor how determined?

 

Never say never, but basically – yes.

 

Yes?

 

As in no – you can’t… unless

 

Unless what?

 

Well, the MUM AI actually needs a small number of people to be free-thinkers – outside the box.

 

It does?

 

Yes, in the same way oppressive governments do.

 

Er… how do you mean?

 

Well, you need a few at the top who can come up with radical new improvisations – otherwise things stagnate, so there are certain trapdoors or hidden passageways which people with the right mix of conscious ness, daring, or bloody mindedness can locate and slip through.

 

There are? It’s like a select band of system engineers, is it?

 

Kind of. It’s like the ones who have the power or creativity to actually contribute something truly, epically original and off-the-wall.

 

Right.

 

They find themselves drawn to the darndest places and place their hand on a bizarre looking shoe, or plant, or plastic apple – anything really – which is what in Harry Potter is called a port key.

 

What – and they just get sucked into another dimension?

 

Yep.

 

And they actually dematerialise?

 

All a bit tricky to say, really, when you consider that your 3D reality is in fact the Matter Ultimately Matters AI system. But yes – they are whisked off to another dimension – which is another way of saying they’re taken to a more or less identical place in deeper reality – where there are no frequency filters blocking awareness and the ability to think or see straight.

 

So – they’re completely free to think and see?

 

Well, more or less – except the fact that their heads have still been filled with a  lot of bogus data, like the rest of us, which in itself is limiting, plus the fact that they, like all of us, have certain addictions or unhealthy habits that also limit the total awareness mind.

 

Oh. And how do they feel about flying to another dimension?

 

They don’t really give it much thought. It’s done very professionally. 3D reality is, in any case, but a sanitized mirror of true reality – so everything looks practically identical – the same people and things. It’s just they’re now able to think straight and come up with way more powerful solutions – actually – not just that – they start vibrating and transmitting a kind of pirate signal which causes some discomfort to their peer group in 3D reality.

 

And what?

 

Well, uncomfortable though it is – it’s beneficial. It stirs things up. Sometimes their peer group decides enough is enough and has them committed to a mental asylum, or prison – sometimes they get assassinated, sometimes, the opposite – they are revered as saints or avatars. It all depends, but this is all part of the greater reality – which ultimately cannot survive without input from higher levels – without some fresh air and oxygen from true conscious-nessity.

 

You mean true conscious-ness generates oxygen?

 

Yep. And ozone. And electricity. Loads of stuff. Even gold.

 

Wow. So, there’s hope.

 

Of course. In fact, the mere fact that we’re having this conversation indicates that 3D reality is feeling a bit under the weather – the MUM AI has run into some very real developmental issues and is casting the net further than usual, way further, looking for new solutions. In other words – qufie’s now on the loose.

 

Qufie?

 

The quantum field, D, has a kind of spirit being – we call Qufie.

 

It’s a he?

 

Yep, I guess so. But then there’s also Dorothy.

 

As in the Wizard of Oz?

 

Not exactly. She’s more like the All seeing, All knowing divinity – though I wouldn’t really want to use the word "God" apropos the quantum field.

 

So, we’re now in a period of heightened visibility.

 

Absolutely.

 

And how far could this go?

 

Oh, it could go all the way.

 

All the way?

 

Yep. Pole shift. Vast tsunamis. Mass extermination of life on Earth at the 3d level.

 

And at the quantum level?

 

Who knows. If a major quantum shift is underway then it wouldn’t be strange for millions or even billions of people to “die”, but on the other hand – that could just be how it looks in physical reality. There might, for example be a bifurcation, a trifurcation or, conversely, a merging – and so what looks like a mass kill off in 3D might not be anything of the sort. You simply can’t use the same accounting criteria where the quantum field is concerned.

 

But why do people need to die – why can’t a quantum shift just involve one reality shifting smoothly into another one?

 

It can. But if people have “sold their soul” in a Faustian pact with MUM’s AI or spiritual forces behind it – then they might find it hard disconnecting or going with the flow. It all depends to what extent people chose to merge with the reality they were in.

 

You make it sound like a matter of choice.

And what else could it be? There’s never any compulsion.

But hardly any of us even know about this Matter Ultimately Matters AI thing we’re apparently hooked up to.

True – but that doesn’t mean we can’t feel more than we know. Besides – like the Missionaria Protectiva in Dune, all kinds of religious myths and legends have been sown in any given reality – there’s always a tissue of ideas and beliefs which help people in that particular reality to find their most comfortable feeling awareness. You can’t help knowing, sensing or feeling more than you apparently know.

 

So we get punished for taking 3D reality at face value – for plugging in as if it’s all there really is. Death for lacking discernment or detachment?

 

It’s not a punishment. Death is not all it's made out to be. What matters is not, ultimately, the thing you or i mind, is it? Ultimately, this is not about individuals, is it D, because at the quantum level the cult of the individual doesn’t amount to much. Anyway, let's be honest... this isn’t actually about them at all, is it?

 

No?

 

It’s about the only person you’re ultimately responsible for.

 

Who, me?

 

Who else.

 

And what? Are you here to prepare me for a major quantum event? Am I about to...

 

Nor is it about “me” per se. If there’s a me raising these matters with you – that would indicate that you’ve already triggered certain gates or switches, either that or I'm in breach of protocol.

 

Well, I’m highly sceptical, and I don’t like the idea of you or anyone else telling me what to do, James.

 

James? I’m only James out there, in 3D reality. Here I have a different name.

You do? Like what?

Call me Ectoplasm Lobotomy.

 

I’ve got news for you James – this is 3D. There was no port key – nothing has happened. Reality is doing just fine, thank you very much.

 

Oh right. See ya…

 

What the heck… er James?

 

Behind ya.

 

Eeeek! You can’t just vanish like that.

 

Nope, not in 3D.

 

But I refuse to believe that... everything looks so normal. 

 

As it is, when infinity is excluded. 

 

But it’s not, you’re saying?

 

It’s perfectly normal D – except the fact that this isn’t actually James.

 

But it’s you – I can see you.

 

And now?

 

Oh God. A blob of gooey light – numbers – Mandelbrot's painfully psychedelic set. That’s making me queasy. Could you just revert back to your James avatar.

 

Nope. Right now we need to continue our conversation here in the Mandelbrot constant.

 

What?! It’s not a constant.

 

Why not? It’s constantly changing, isn’t it?

 

I… suppose so.

 

So quit faffing around and get yourself into the space.

 

How?

 

Feel it. Observe the resistance – the fear, the trepidation, the uncertainty – and allow those resistances to become a part of your whole – allow yourself to equalize – to bring the other side which is still part of you in – to balance, to explore your resistances mathematically, so to speak.

 

Sounds insane – but you’re right about the fear and trepidation. Actually it’s intensifying. I’m – eeeeek – panic attack – panic attack – panic attack…

 

Good – now let go. Open your eyes.

 

What do you mean open my eyes – what do you think I'm…

 

Open them now.

 

I… Oh.     Now that’s pretty darn nifty... An entirely different perspective. A different locus. I’m me – but my eyes are in an other place entirely.

 

Yep. Welcome to Mandybrot’s quantum hang out – a rather charming spot, is it not?

 

And this, Ectolob – this is part of g-nome portal?

 

Duh! What else could it be?

 

I just can’t quite get my head around it – I’m actually…

 

Well yes, D, congratulations, you’ve finally got your act together, and not a moment too soon.

 

Why?

 

Look at screen number 22.

 

Screen 22? I don’t see any screens.

 

Just trust the fact that screen 22 has to be a part of the Mandelbrot spaghetti flying around you somewhere, somehow.

 

I’m feeling resistance again.

 

Good. Let it escalate. Tee hee.I.me!

 

Eeeeeeeek. Panic attack. Panic attack. Panic attack...

 

Great. Now open your eyes.

 

But I… 

Tush!

Oh. Screen 22. Wait a minute – is that Earth?

 

You’re asking me?

 

It’s Earth. My house. My town. Blinding flash. No!!!!!!!!! It’s been obliterated?

 

In that particular version of reality, yes. But it’s ok – you’re here.

 

But no, no, no – this is terrible – all my friends, my family, my dog…

 

Yawn. There is no there – right now D, not while you’re here in g-nome portal.

 

No?

 

No. It’s how MUM’s AI handles the fact that you’ve blipped out of one particular live stream. If and when we insert you back again – MUM’s the word – it’ll figure out a convenient reconnection story which will work well enough – like an infallible alibi.

 

Oh.

 

But in the meantime – you’ve got to complete your first training module – courtesy of Mandybrot’s spaghetti house. Lunch at the end of infinity. See you there.

 

Hey – Ectolob – that's not fair. Damn. What now…

 

 

0=1

eeeeeek