Pssst!
Huh?
Pssst! Over
here.
What the
heck? Is that you Merry?
Sssh! Keep
down or they’ll see you.
Er… Ok. Zie crouches low and scurries
across the street, ducking behind a beaten up trailer and then squeezing into
what looked like a mudwalled cow shed.
Oh my God,
Merry, it’s you. I can’t believe it.
Yeah, yeah –
do you think anyone noticed.
Noticed me?
No, of course not, I was stealthy and…
Not you, Zie,
my decoys.
What
decoys?
Merry looks momentarily flabbergasted that Zie doesn’t
appear to have a clue. The
posts.
What posts?
Yesterday’s
posts on g-nomeportal.
Er… Did you
post something?
Something? Rather than getting annoyed Merry
takes three short breaths and slips into an altered state of consciousness –
er, no – an altered state of reality with a pinging kind of popping noise.
Ow! Zie rubs his ears as if he’s just
undergone intense decompression. What was that? Oh, the posts… Suddenly Zie is able to see
whatever Merry is talking about as if the thought was his own.
Well?
No, I mean,
yes – they noticed, I guess, but they just assumed it was a kind of g-nomeportal
thing – the one about time back – just another vague attempt to tinker with
linear time and superpositions, the Swan Princess Spring some kind of random
poemy thing of no great consequence. No one suspects it was a decoy. But how
the heck would they?
It depends
who you mean by “them” Zie.
Oh… so we’re
not talking about the usual 24th century time loop readers?
No, of
course not.
Then who?
The only ones
that really matter.
Er… I guess
I should know. If you do that reality popping thing again and take me to an
even higher level of consciousness I may be able to see what you’re talking
about.
No time. Merry appears to throw a stone in
Zie’s face. Zie ducks wildly and finds himself sitting with his feet dangling from
the edge of a ledge high over a desert – somewhere immensely familiar and yet…
How on
Earth did you get me here, Merry. I thought we were in a cowshed.
We are. But
don’t just a cowshed by its cover.
Doesn’t
smell anything like a cowshed. If I just tip forward we’ll see if… Merry grabs Zie before he slips
from the ledge down to the rocky desert floor a thousand feet below, or more.
I wouldn’t
if I were you, Zie. It’s not a good time to explain where we are or how we got
here, so just see if you can spot them.
Zie’s about to say “who” when suddenly his sense of
seeing or knowing directs him to look into the distance, far away and far
below. He seems to have some kind of telescopic vision. He seems to be able to
zoom in infinitely, like our old favourite, the Mandelbrot set.
Ah. I can’t
imagine how far I’m now seeing, Merry, but I can certainly understand why you
wouldn’t want to meet them, or more specifically, have them meet you. They’re
not exactly compatible with friendly discourse or human civilization, are they?
Certainly
not, Zie. But they happen to be overlords of your 3D reality.
Suddenly a crow screeches overhead nearby. Another one
answers a little further off. Zie is lost by the enormity of facing for the
first time a kind of horror that wells up from deep, deep within.
A third crow breaks his spell. Can they sense me watching them?
No, not as
long as you’re here in my presence.
Oh, so that
explains the decoys, does it?
Yes. There
are a bunch of people in what you consider the 24th century who are
busily deconstructing the code in what I posted yesterday, which screens us
from them.
It does?
Yes, we’re
just like a footnote, or a typo, but if you continue staring like that they
will become aware so try to breathe more normally and keep your gaze equally distributed.
Equally
distributed? What does that mean?
It means that
– accept it or not – all things are equal.
They are?!
Merry grows restless and steps onto an air molecule
that seems to be strangely willing to defend his theory.
All things –
including this particular air molecule.
Merry –
would you kindly step back onto the ledge – you’re giving me vertigo.
Actually,
you need to accept the axiom if we’re to proceed. Kindly join me for a moment.
Me? How?
Not
blindly, or you will fall. Equal distribution. Instead of focusing on what you
think you know, or what you believe to be true, allow your natural curiosity
and your roving awareness to sense that there’s more to this air molecule than simply
air. In other words, stop blocking the field from revealing other versions of
this reality.
Er… Here
goes. Zie finds himself
Mandelbrotting into another deep-dive – and indeed – the further he goes the
more he becomes aware that things can and do rearrange themselves. He sees Zie
standing on a stepping stone in a stream. There’s another one next to it which
he steps onto.
So if I
looked at it the other way…
You’d fall.
This takes a little practice. Once you’ve mastered equal distribution you can
look at everything more or less simultaneously, and no one version of reality
dominates the field unless you choose to experience it that way.
So what
would someone else see?
Someone
else?
Well yes,
if there was someone else watching?
They wouldn’t
see anything unless they were able to follow me into this particular moment of
reality.
Moment as
in time?
As in time,
or space, or momentum…
And if they
were?
Then they
could see whatever they chose or needed to see. It’s like reading a book. You
can read it at different levels – superficially, allegorically, metaphorically,
literally to name but a few.
From a
Marxist, feminist or racist perspective.
You’ve
figured it out. Ultimately, you’re assuming or asking whether we are actually
on the ledge imagining this, on stepping stones, atop a single air molecule
called Fred, or hiding in a cowshed back in Svaneti, Georgia?
And?
And the
real issue is not what or where, is it?
No?
No, the
real issue is your sense of continuity – how you can slide or shift from one
screen or location to another without breaking the rules of physics.
The rules
of physics? What has any of this got to do with physics?
Quite a
lot, actually, Zie.
You could
have fooled me!
Yes, I
think I’m going to hop back onto the ledge. Would you join me?
Ok, don’t
mind if I do. Doing so Zie
had a vision of a stork standing on one leg in the water gazing intensely for
fish.
That too,
Zie, but we won’t go there now. So where were we?
Laws of
physics.
Oh yes, conservation
of energy, they call it in 3D, don’t they.
I guess so.
Basically,
reality likes to take one position or another – to manifest if you prefer that
word.
And?
And that’s
all very well and good. It ensures there’s something to experience, something
to see and feel – something tangible, something to write home about…
Er… I think
I’ve got the message Merry. Something definite.
Exactly.
But there might just as well have been another some – we could spell it s-u-m
and suddenly it starts looking mathematical.
So any one
version of reality is a summation?
Which has
to equal and not exceed its precursor.
Conservation
of energy?
Yep.
But all
this shifting and transformation must require energy of some sort?
Yep. Lots
of it.
And where
does it come from?
Where does
anything come from, Zie. You and I, for that matter.
Oh, it’s
like that is it?
More or
less. We could go down that road, but then we’d have to go all the way, and our
current discussion would remain incomplete.
So, there’s
a mechanism. It’s not just hocus pocus. And there seem to be people or beings
who are able to shift through different levels or aspects of reality rather
than being stuck in a linear progression known as time and space.
Correct. Once
they’ve mastered equal distribution, rather than constantly taking sides, affirming
and accentuating one thing or other, starting with themselves – once they start
to feel and sense the interconnectedness – the continuity between modes and
valences.
Modes and valences?
Silly of
me. You see, even masters of the quantum field like to show off with technical
lingo.
So once you’re
a master of the quantum field – you can basically go anywhere and do anything.
Yes, all
things being equal.
You’re no
longer trapped in time.
Or space.
It must be…
You’re forgetting
about them.
Oh! How bizarre.
Again Zie shudders,
remembering their terrible form.
You see, all
things being equal works both ways.
It does?
Yes, you
realise you’re part of something infinitely vaster, infinitely more connected,
and you have to figure out how to bring sense and meaning, or elegance and
beauty to your macro.
Macro what?
Reality.
Your universe, if you like.
And? How do
you…
You don’t
run before you walk. You become aware of different forces, including them, and
this shapes your awareness of the Field, and how to manage it.
Manage the Field?
It’s like
you’ve got a big tent and you’re trying to figure out how to fold it away so it
fits into this postage size packet.
Oh my God.
So your decoys yesterday…
Well done,
Zie, you didn’t forget…
You’re not
going to say, are you?
Say what?
Zie finds himself focusing on his hand.
You see?
Yes. It has
two sides. Both of them me. Both I feel.
Like a
hockey stick.
Or a tennis
racket. And I can use both sides…
Or both
hands.
Or both
feet. Though usually I don’t. Usually I use the one that is easiest, most convenient.
Precisely.
You fall into the trap of facility, choosing the path of least resistance
until, suddenly, you’re trapped.
Unless I
start to use the other hand
The other
foot
The other
side which seems to offer nothing more, only greater work…
Right. But
doing so you start to balance, automatically, to redistribute betwixt and
between, and the rest, they say
is history
0=1
quack quack
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