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.
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
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.
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
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