testing Mr Edwards' sanity

 

Yes, infinity is problematic. One of the problems is that it doesn’t fit into one reality.

 

Er… how do you mean?

 

Well, 3D reality for all its faults presents a unified operational platform. You can run your “me” avatar without needing to fly off into other worlds or dimensions.

 

And in your case that isn’t possible?

 

Sadly, no, it isn’t. A momentary glitch as the matrix screen freezes revealing…

 

So, practically, what does this mean?

 

It means that other becomes a major and persistent factor in my experiences.

 

Well, I still don’t see what the problem is.

 

Other is a bit like Carl Jung’s shadow or Sigmund Freud’s id. While you’re in 3D it can be fairly comfortably suppressed and ignored, for most people at least. 3D is designed for that.

 

But in your case?

 

But in my case that’s no longer an option. The other is a bit like junk DNA, which is only junk until you start expanding beyond the limitations of 3D reality and suddenly there’s way more of you than you hitherto realised.

 

Oh.

 

Yes, well whether it’s the chicken or the egg that comes first – either you have to start getting familiar with the suppressed shadow or id because other can’t be handled exclusively by the regular, sanitized 3D version of me, or infinity starts stirring in your timbers, making you painfully aware of other parts of yourself which don’t seem to fit into regular space-time

 

You mean 3D?

 

Yes, I suppose so. Whichever it is, you find yourself balancing with one leg in 3D and another in contact with other frames which are beyond your ken, which disrupt your ability to process logically.

 

In what way?

 

They’re outside any thing you’ve ever lucidly experienced, behold: a Nokia telephone seems to grow fuzzy and morph into a canyon, then a plimsoll, next a series of feelings and intentions being experienced by penguins intent on exploring the Horse Shoe Nebula therefore they are almost impossible to perceive or comprehend.

 

Oh. So you can’t see them?

 

Not really, no. They mostly filtered out, to preserve one’s sanity.

 

Then how do you know they’re there?

 

Good question, Mike. At first, you don’t.

 

So it could all be imaginary?

 

Absolutely, except that experiencing the other makes it clear that the original 3D you started with is absurdly limited and incomplete.

 

Oh! How can you be so sure?

 

Because, all of a sudden you’re coming into contact with things that start to solve real life problems and empower you.

 

How do you mean?

 

Like if you were sick.

 

Go on.

 

Well, every phenomenon – even sickness – has a kind of hyperlink attached which you can follow if you’re willing to get the bottom of it.

 

Really?

 

Absolutely.

 

So what does it entail?

 

You follow the link.

 

And?

 

And it takes you to the root cause, or one of the root causes of what you’re experiencing in 3D as “sickness”, or a physical problem with your car, your central heating, or your finances.

 

And?

 

And that root cause isn’t, cannot be in 3D reality.

 

No.

 

Why not?

 

Because in 3D you’re dealing with a closed system – an encapsulation, a physical representation of something incomprehensibly vast and complicated.

 

Really?

 

Yes, and the encapsulation can’t really be fixed in the very system or frequency band which is responsible for maintaining your encapsulation.

 

Oh.

 

To fix the imbalance you need to go to the full, unpackaged version of yourself – which exists across a number of different dimensions.

 

Really?

 

Really.

 

And this can be done?

 

Naturally – if you’re willing, or able, to handle the disorienting effects of infinity.

 

You say “disorienting” but what exactly do you mean?

 

I say what I mean. There are all these other frequency bands or dimensions in which parts of you exist – which need to be visited and experienced from time to time if you’re to keep evolving and reintegrating. The only problem being that they may contradict or undermine the 3D core component of what you are or who you be.

 

And that wouldn’t be a good thing, would it?

 

You’re dead right, as Mary says.

 

Mary – who’s she?

 

My mother.

 

Oh – you have a mother, do you?

 

Ha – and what do you think I am – not to have a mother?

 

I don’t know, Ed, I never thought it through – it’s just

 

What?

 

I don’t know how to express it.

 

Spit it out, Mike.

 

It’s just you never quite seem human – more like an overgrown child with a bit of bird and tree thrown in.

 

Excellent answer, Mike.

 

Thanks bro.

 

And why is that, do you think?

 

Why is what?

 

That I don’t quite seem human.

 

I don’t know… It’s a feeling. It’s visceral. But I never really joined the dots together – not when I’m able to see and touch you – you see, Ed, it’s a contradiction.

 

At this precise moment the number cloud streaming down Ed and Mike’s mind displays are almost perfectly matched, synchronically.

 

Right. Well, that’s what happens when you start giving more and more time and attention to the other.

 

You mean you turn into an alien?

 

Yes and no.

 

Er…

 

You turn into a version of yourself which reflects the greater reality – the bigger me – not because you’re trying to be clever or powerful.

 

No?

 

No, that would be a recipe for disaster.

 

It would? How so?

 

Infinity is vast and bewildering. It takes no prisoners.

 

Yikes!

 

Precisely.

 

Then how do you handle it safely?

 

At first, at least, you only proceed to visit other frequencies by invitation – as and when the need arises.

 

Like when?

 

Like when you’re sick – or feeling an insurmountable inner-barrier.

Ah. So instead of going to the doctor, is it?

 

Yes, look at the screen Mike. The easy vertical flow of green digits becomes arrhythmic, hinting at darker, deeper patches, other currents welling up, trying to push their way through. Suddenly one of those starts transmitting a pirate signal on part of the screen, images n’sounds from another world inducing a sensation of nausea, of vertigo. Ed allows himself to pulse with this arrhythmia, and the two appear to harmonise and equalise.

 

Yes. Instead of going to the doctor you follow the hyperlink and find yourself here – for instance.

 

Here?

 

Yes. Here in this dialogue we’re already outside the 3D frequency band.

 

No Way – I’d never have guessed.

 

Well, it is a continuum, after all. Outside the window, descending numbers that in 3D would indicate rocks and plants in a Mexican desert appear to be  exploring human form, playing chess on a bench by the pool, with a glass of beer and smoking contentedly.

 

It’s just – when you referred to other dimensions or frequency bands – I imagined they were distinct and recognizable.

 

They can be – but until you’ve built up your experience base and started consciously engaging other, yourself, you’re going to find it hard to discern one from other.

 

Ah. So I could be outside the matrix but not even see it?

 

Yes, because the matrix has a little stretch and leeway. It might give you a headache or make you feel a bit drunk; you might even forget it afterwards as without activating the id’s other you wouldn’t have the energy to hold that frequency as a memory.

 

Oh my!

 

So it would be consigned to the dream or junk DNA folder, wouldn’t it?

 

Yes, I suppose so. But go on – I want to know what it’s like for you?

 

What what’s like?

 

Visiting other frequency bands.

 

It’s just like visiting any place you might go to.

 

But these places are outside 3D reality.

 

Correct, but once you follow the hyperlink and start to work with your id – 3D becomes porous at the same time your certainties about reality and your Self become more and more equivocal.

 

Oh! So you stop knowing who you are?

 

I’m not sure if that’s what I meant to say.

 

Then what?

 

It might be the reverse.

 

How do you mean?

 

You might start knowing better and better who you are.

 

But you said your certainties about reality and Self become more and more equivocal.

 

Weird, isn’t it?

 

You’re telling me, Ed, but try to explain yourself a bit clearer if you can.

 

Well, you can no longer see yourself as x or y – as this or that – because you realise that you’re part of something infinitely larger – not just part in the abstract sense

 

No?

 

No, you’re part of everything in a more physical sense.

 

How do you mean?

 

It is I am.

 

It is – I am?

 

That’s right. Infinity, like a mobius strip loops over, and now your on the side of who I am, experiencing the self version of things; and now you’re able to experience the what side of things.

 

The what side?

 

Well yes – as far as infinity is concerned – it’s a continuum. It’s like a ribbon that passes through you and every thing.

 

So you start imagining you’re a chair, do you?

 

You’re being slightly reductive, Mike.

 

I’m trying to understand.

 

Yes, I see that, but I was trying to explain how your certainties about reality and self become more equivocal. A chair is a chair and I am me, but supposing I was sick and needed to experience something in a far flung part of my underlying Self – I might return, if I complete the healing process successfully, now able to feel how there’s a kind of energy connection between myself and everything else – chair included.

 

All because you were sick?

 

Well, it’s almost like sickness in reverse, in fact.

 

How do you mean?

 

Because the 3D state of mind and awareness is, frankly speaking, pathological.

 

What?

 

You see things as being disconnected whereas in fact – at the quantum level – it’s much more of a oneness – a pulsating wave form or a unity field.

 

So you say, Ed, so you say – but who’s to say that you’re not the one that’s losing his marbles?

 

Yes, indeed, there’s that.

 

How can you be sure that you’re not becoming enslaved by your id – made to see yourself as an extension of inanimate things – turning your back on basic humanity – given to us by God.

 

Yes, Mike, there’s always the concern that we might be wrong, isn’t there?

 

Yes, but I have the entirety of human civilization on my side to back me up and tell me that I’m not a chair, and that humans are conscious and other things are not.

 

Yes, Mike, you do.

 

Whereas you might be sinking into the morass of pathological relativity – where you just become an extension or an attribute of everything else – your so-called continuum.

 

Excellent criticism, Mike. I shall certainly do my utmost to test for this pathology.

 

But you don’t seem to be too concerned, Ed. That’s what’s worrying me.

 

Like I said, Mike, one’s certainties about reality and Self become more and more equivocal, or perhaps refined – but that doesn’t mean I entirely lose, or lost, my sense of self – nor that I can survive entirely without a sense of self. Each time I venture beyond the Pale – into the other – it’s in a real sense, a battle for survival, on the one hand, but on the other it’s a battle for self-knowledge – stripping away the clichés and gross assumptions, and coming to a deeper awareness of who or what underlies the 3D version of me.

 

But you yourself admit there’s a what component.

 

As you do too, Mike, for you have a body and a mind that requires a functional brain – do you not – in the same way you have and require a house, a bank account, a phone, a job etc – all whats – all parts or extensions of yourself – without which you cannot survive in this wonderful world of thingliness.

 

Oh.

 

I don’t do away with the things by going deeper into self-realisation, I merely refine my relationship to them, insisting no longer that they are merely extraneous, discovering and allowing that they are in some respects fundamental to me, a relationship that extends to the very core of my being.

 

It is I am?

 

That’s right.

 

But to what purpose all these niceties?

 

To what purpose?

 

Yes.

 

To health.

 

To health?

 

Yes, whenever I get sick or old once more unto the breach I go, once more to the dark and foreboding id to continue my studies, to vacate temporarily my iddish certainties and allow the numbers to prime their squares, parenthetically.

 

Ah, you’re a perpetual student?

 

By necessity, Mike, by necessity.

 

Because there’s no other way to keep healthy?

 

Absolutely. The 3D that seems to serve and satisfy most people, for some reason doesn’t work for me. I’m too aware of other and the need to experience myself in other frequency bands.

 

And?

 

And doing so I discover that infinity takes me back to the drawing board again and again, overturning one assumption after another, compelling me to find, to feel once again the unity which beggars belief.

 

I beg your pardon?

 

Well, think about it Mike, it's one thing to talk about underlying unity, quite another to feel and experience it directly.

 

What's so difficult about unity?

 

Nothing, once you harmonise with id.

 

I don't see why I have to go that far. I have no difficulty accepting or believing in some kind of fundamental unity. “All is one” – there, that's a wonderful affirmation, is it not?

 

Is it not, indeed, and yet affirming unity when you are still divided is an exercise in self-deception. It can only go so far.

 

I don’t see why.

 

No, but your body does, and when you're sick you’re brought back down to earth with a thud, or a crash.

 

Well, sickness is natural, isn't it? I don't see how it undermines my belief in unity, or why my belief in unity makes me have to see myself and a chair as one and the same, essentially.

 

Correct, Mike. From your perspective everything you are saying is perfectly reasonable and I have no desire to disabuse you of this position. In 3D reality, unity is a wonderful abstraction which can and often does help individuals to grow deeper in their understanding of beauty, truth or even spirituality.

 

Well, I’m glad we agree on that.

 

Outside or beyond 3D, unity is no longer an abstraction.

 

No?

 

It becomes a practical necessity, without which you cannot advance one single iota.

 

Oh

 

It is – I am, like it or not, agree or disagree, without this fundamental basis it is impossible to integrate all which lies beyond sight, beyond our awareness of the 3D mind, the 3D me.

 

Oh, you do love to overdramatize things, Ed. With you it's always do or die, there's no compromise, no middle ground. Try not to be so rigid and doctrinaire.

 

This is truly excellent advice Mike, but when once again I find myself at the breach, experiencing something rather close to death, the abyss all around. I have to go back to the drawing board of commonality; I have to take all that I am, all that is on the table top of my existence and watch what infinity is showing me.

 

Ah, now I begin to see…

 

You do?

 

You are anthropomorphising infinity, treating it as a god or teacher, when in fact you are merely encountering different aspects of yourself. It's a mild form of schizophrenia. We must nip it in the bud before it takes control of you.

 

Not exactly schizophrenia, Mike, though you're on the right track.

 

Huh?

 

All of us are to a greater or lesser extent divided. “I was in two minds” – you hear people say, do you not?

 

You can't seriously want to deny that you are treating infinity anthropomorphically?

 

No, Mike, I cannot deny there is truth in that, but there is truth in the opposite, no less.

 

In what?

 

In the fact that you treat things as if they are merely things, devoid of mind or consciousness.

 

 

Well, I hardly see how your can expect it to be otherwise.

 

Correct, dear Mike. In 3D reality other is marginalised to the point of non-existence, as is infinity itself. If I treat it as a presence or a being, that is because any it, no matter what, no matter which, is to a greater or lesser extent part of presence or being. But this only starts making sense when you go through the somewhat fraught process of meeting the id and starting to reconcile the unreconcilable.

 

Poppycock, Ed!

 

In any case, Mike, these things only become relevant or important if and when you are no longer able to operate within the bounds of 3D.

 

Well, I and 99.9% of humanity Ed, seem to be doing fine within these “bounds”, as you call them.

 

True.

 

So I think I'll just agree to disagree and wish you the very best.

 

Excellent, Mike, that's the sign of a mature and intelligent thinker. It’s so nice to be able to have a friendly conversation without offending one another, though our views are diametrically opposed.

 

They shake hands, and Mike pulls out his phone.

-          Did you hear all that?

-          Yes.

-          Are they in place?

-          Affirmative.

 

A squad of medics are waiting nearby. As Ed strolls down the leafy boulevard towards them, one of them calls out – Mr Edwards?

Ed looks their way but seems to look through them.

-          Away with the fairies, mutters the medic. Could you come with us please, Mr Edwards. We’re here to provide mandatory medical assistance.

-          Yes, of course. Ed answers in a strangely slow, calm, composed drawl, like he’s from the deep south.

He seems completely focussed on a point behind the four medics and walks towards it. The medics assume he’s coming to them but suddenly they notice that they’re no longer in the same spatial frame as Ed, that he’s walking straight through them until his image fades away leaving a lingering bowl of fruit and a bunch of petunias.

-          Bloody hell, what was that?

-          I dunno…  Me neither…  Er…  Nonplussed.

Mike gazing at the scene incredulously feels a tugging at his heart, as if his old school friend, Ed, just took a part of him to infinity, as if a wine glass had just appeared in front of the LED display, twisting the green numbers streaming down, introducing a much-needed splash of equivocation.

 

 

0=1

certainly

 

 

 

 

 

 

onnytology

 

Time never went far enough

Never reached the corner of the room

Where death in deep repose

Was sitting

 

And yet we assumed, all of you

And I

That time held all the strings

In his hand

Could open every door

Could reveal

The first and final note in the melody

of life itself

In the melody

of life.

 

I refuse to say a word in my defence

You all chose

To believe the slanders spoken

Shamelessly by servants

Of creeping time, the

lowest of the low

And I, therefore, take my leave of you

Go back to where it all began

Home to the marshes of mystery

The forests of feeling

The mountains of mirth

Home to where it all began

In the cradle of night’s

Forgotten repose

 

Here I sleep, and time skips a beat

or two

You’d never have guessed

Would you?

As this be the continuum of word

And never the twain – the opposing poles

Of timey-life, sometimes known as

Life y-time, oh my

And written word, the pampered child

Of mind y-mind, the rational attempt

To paper up the cracks

Between things y-matter

And matter-chatter things be

Products of a broken set

Onny-three

An all-ful-ness –

Shall meet, shall meet

Shall meet

Never the twain

I said

And say again

Never the twain

 

Unless, that is, the music

Of the inner-space, the tapping

dancing feet

Bring to fruition  nascent unity

Deep within each and every me

Nascent unity

waiting patiently

To spill out into the noisy

Busy mass of half-baked

Half-witted n’half taboo

contradictionality

That I verily

be

 

So help me God

Without the least

 without the least trace of i-rony

Let time weave itself

Surreptitiously

Around the stave of my

Axis mundi

or furrow the disk of my diskiness

And if my heart skips a beat

or two

Let me sense

the gap

the unspoken intent

the silent ache

that just might

rekindle my

f

my

i

my

r

my

e

fire – you say

Ah

I know not how

Ah

I know not why

Ah

I know

not

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff – the first letter will do

 

driving away, red tail lights

fading

whether or not

the car exists

we still feel the motion

of what remains

unmoved

0=1

twenty-three

 

the reluctant alchemist

I

 

It’s just a book for Chrissake. Quit taking it so seriously.

 

You mean to say it has no relation to real life experiences?

 

Hell no! Why would you think that?

 

Oh, you know me, Dan, always ready to try out a new conspiracy theory.

 

Look, Ann, there’s this thing called fiction. You write a story. You create an imaginary world. A self-contained reality. You fill it with characters and events and then you offer it to the public for consumption. They read it. They either like it or not. It lives a life of its own in their minds, in their imaginations.

 

I think I just about know what fiction is Dan.

 

Well then why on earth are you accusing me of being some kind of magician just because I wrote a book in which there's an alchemist?

 

I don't know. It's just a little too convincing if you ask me.

 

Great! You mean I did a good job writing it. I appreciate the positive review.

 

No, the book sucks but no one's reading it for the plot or character portrayal.

 

No? That's a pity.

 

Everyone's reading it for the alchemy, taking notes, trying to figure out how or what they can do themselves.

 

How they can do themselves?

 

Syntax error.

 

Ok. Well that's the fun of literature isn't it, people get to live through their own heroes, imagining they themselves can fly or kill an advancing army single-handedly.

 

Yep, no one's disputing that.

 

Then your problem is solved...

 

On the contrary.

 

On the contrary?

 

Yep. Either you’re being disingenuous and playing me for a fool, or everyone who’s busy trying to replicate the novel’s alchemy is strangely deluded.

 

Well it’s obviously the latter, isn’t it, which just goes to show the power of great literature. A story, no matter how bad it appears to be, superficially, if it manages to convince the readers that it’s for real... what more can I say?  Pure genius.

 

You have said quite enough Dan. Frankly, I think you’re in big trouble.

 

Trouble? What are you talking about?

 

You think they’re just going to look the other way when someone starts revealing their secrets.

 

They, Ann—who the hell are they—and what freakin secrets are you on about?

 

Firstly, Dan, quit cussing—no one’s impressed, and secondly, if you really don’t know what I’m talking about then it’s probably too late to do anything to help.

 

Huh?

 

Talk about stepping on a hornets’ nest.

 

Er…

 

Supposing you really don’t know who “they” are then maybe, just possibly they’ll leave you alone.

 

Oh, that’s nice. They value my innocence, do they?

 

But personally I think it unlikely. It’s going to be well nigh impossible persuading them that you’re an innocent who just happened to write a fantasy tale about alchemy, which just happened to get a bunch of readers asking dangerous questions and looking in places they’ve not thought of looking before in order to unlock secrets which have been under wraps for millennia.

 

Millennia? You’re kidding, right?

 

Do I look like I’m kidding?

 

No, not really, Ann, but then you never do—a sense of humour’s not one of your…

 

Quit making light of this, Dan. It isn’t a joking matter.

 

Well what do you want me to do? If your dark forces are even now closing in on me, intent on taking my life, I may as well end it with a smile on my face and joy in my heart.

 

Yes, you’ve got a point there, Dan, but I was still hoping you’d see reason and quit playing the fool.

 

The fool?

Absolutely. You’re not going to be able to bluff this one.

 

I…

 

Do you have any idea of the probability of being able to activate people magically just by putting words down on paper in story form?

 

Can’t say I’m too good with the dark art of probabilities.

 

Approximately one in 400 billion.

 

Er… I’d love to know how you calculated that one.

 

Gotta go, Dan. It’s late.

 

Oh.

 

If you decide you want to take preventative measures before the storm hits, I’d be delighted to help, but frankly, I feel the window for this is closing rapidly. It could be days or hours before they act to secure you.

 

Yikes.

 

I’m off.

 

Hey ho! See you around, Ann.

 

Good bye Dan.

 

 

II

 

What do you mean “spaceship”?

 

I mean precisely that.

 

But how can this text possibly be a spaceship? It has no engine, no wings or rockets. You can’t climb into it or fly anywhere.

Yes, it’s difficult for you to conceive, Ann, isn’t it?

 

Difficult? It’s simply absurd.

 

Be that as it may, it’s my business to disclose this information to you. What you do with it is your own business.

 

Very magnanimous of you, I’m sure, but just lobbing a truth bomb into the atrium without in any way helping to clear up the mess is not what I’d call responsible or adequate disclosure, if indeed this is disclosure.

 

Yes. You have a point there.

 

Well?

 

Well, your notion of space is rather…

 

Inaccurate?

 

Yes. As far as the unity or quantum field is concerned, there isn’t really any vast “space” out there – not in the Newtonian or Einsteinian sense.

 

Er… so all the stars and galaxies are close together, are they?

 

I never said that.

 

Then what?

 

Well, the unity field is a bit like the Greek theatrical unities of space, time and action.

 

Er… you mean the way all the play has to happen in one place, on one day with one main plot and nothing else?

 

Correct.

 

So how does that relate to our universe?

 

The physical universe is largely a projection of what’s going on inside us. There is a unity field, which we seem to refer to as a quantum field, quantum being the buzz word at present, where all things are part of one singular space.

 

All things are part of one singular space?

 

Yep. Perhaps that space extends outward indefinitely – perhaps extrapolations are valid – but only up to a certain degree.

 

Like what? 

 

Only to the extent that we’re ready, willing and able to go deeper into the unity field which brings everything into a state of infinite cohesion and oneness.

 

I don’t see why this has to be.

 

Yes. That goes without saying – but you can’t have plus one without a minus one to counterbalance it and hold it in check.

 

In check?

 

Or in position.

 

Er… why not?

 

 Because fundamentally there can’t be an “out there”.

 

I don’t see why not.

 

Yes, that goes without saying. So, back to our spaceship…

 

Yes.

 

Space is accessible only to the extent that we’re willing and able to explore and hold together different frequencies or values of our extended self – our greater reality – it is I am.

 

It is I am?

 

Absolutely. Here’s the rub. You or I – the state is in us – our consciousness, if you like.

 

The universe and all things… can’t say I find that very convincing, Dan.

 

No, that goes without saying, Ann, does it not?

 

So you keep saying.

 

Nothing is going to sound or be convincing to you unless it’s something one-sided, an outlook on an external world. That seems to be all you know, all you can know or all you wish to know, which is why I’m not in the least surprised by your failure to grasp or to accept the unity field.

 

Well, that’s that then, isn’t it?

 

Indeed, that as you so rightly say, Ann, is that. And never the twain shall meet, and yet...

 

Yet what?

 

Yet my story is a spaceship, to use the 3D term that best describes the phenomenon.

 

Er...

 

My story takes you into parts of your mind, parts of your consciousness you couldn’t otherwise visit.

 

It’s probably what we refer to as imagination. It’s wonderful how we’re able to imagine other worlds, utterly unreal, yet we can visit them mentally and enjoy the experience.

 

Nothing of the sort.

 

I beg your pardon, Dan! What did you mean by that?

 

You cannot imagine or visit anything that is unreal, anything that is “pure fiction”.

 

No?

 

No. That would be a violation of the first law of C.

 

The 1^st law of C?

 

Of consciousness itself. Nothing can actually be created or generated, even by imagination, unless it has a corresponding something on the other side of Is, the boundary and interface between the two.

 

Oh.

 

Whether you choose to see or feel the other side is entirely up to you, but even if you don’t or perhaps can’t, in story you can go there virtually with the aid of my spaceship.

 

Your spaceship, Dan, frankly is deeply underwhelming.

 

Aye.

 

If it were a shiny metal disk that could whisk me off to distant planets, now that would be something else.

 

Aye, but if I’m right about the unity field there’s nowhere to go. It’s all here at a different frequency or by adjusting dials and nobs internally.

 

But I want more. I want space travel, aliens, some romance, and you’re just offering me stories.

 

Whoa there Ann, hold your horses, the unity field I’m describing has infinite capacity to generate alternative reality.

 

Pshaw!

 

If we’re able to make this ship fly as I absolutely intend then you’ve no need to go anywhere, it’ll all come here. Nothing can prevent it.

 

What do you mean?

 

You’re going to witness a hyper-acceleration of 3D reality as the core 3D component, by now so well established, is joined by, supplemented by another D.

 

4D?

 

3D², 4D, what’s in a name? A rose is still a rose, just as sweet.

 

So you say, but I fail to see any evidence...

 

Really?

 

Really.

 

Well how about this?

 

 

III

 

Pain, the final frontier.

 

I thought you were offering me space travel!? All I have is pain.

 

Oh, no pain no gain, as they say.

 

Could you dial it down please?

 

No, but I can dial it up.

 

What?! It really hurts. What is it?

 

Just the pain experienced when the wheel of Other starts moving independently for the first time.

 

Ow!

 

It’s kinda rusty so there’s a lot of friction.

 

Ow ow ow ow ow! Stop it now, I beg you!

 

Sorry Ann, no can do.

 

What do you mean?

 

Just what I said. It’ll be ok in a minute or two. Trust me...

 

Owwwwwwwwwwwwww! You’re killing me.

 

You’re exaggerating Ann.

 

Jesus Christ!

 

Please try not to curse.

 

 

Suddenly the pain stops.

 

What the heck? Thank God!

 

Welcome to the bridge!

 

Huh?

 

Let’s take this machine for a test run shall we?

 

What machine, Dan?

 

Our space ship.

 

You mean to say that I’m part of the mechanism?

 

Absolutely.

 

But that’s...

 

Insane, isn’t it. But then again, how did you, how did any of us really imagine things could be disconnected?

 

I never would have thought...

 

Naturally. How could you have!

 

So what are we waiting for?

 

Nothing.

 

Nothing?

 

Nothing at all.

 

Er...

 

Waiting patiently, expectantly, calmly, knowingly, intently...

 

Anything else?

 

For nothing whatsoever.

 

Er... whatever you say, captain.

 

Captain? Yes, I suppose I am. Story, my story does not, cannot ultimately exist in a vacuum.

 

Indeed.

 

Everything being interconnected.

 

So...

 

So for everything we plan or choose to do, for every plus one or action there must be a corresponding inaction or zeron.

 

Zeron! Yes, I see what you mean.

 

You do?

 

Yes Dan, your word seems to have wings, seems to reach out into the four corners of reality and grow in charge and strength until it matches and counterbalances the action, purpose, the intent of the entire universe until suddenly a black hole appears, threatening to engulf everyone and everything.

 

I’m not a big fan of black holes, Ann.

 

No, I entirely agree but this is just an inversion where the zerosity exceeds critical charge, critical depth, call it what you will, and suddenly the roles reverse.

 

Yikes!

 

The roles reverse as we always knew they would, for nature abhors a vacuum, and zero starts to one.

 

Zero starts to one?

 

Precisely.

 

And here we are, at the bridge of consciousness, observing how the matter of 3D  finds an entirely new way to arrange itself – by, through, around everything we imagine we know, everything we’re part of, including our body and mind revealing something else.

 

A tale told by a fool, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

 

So this is impulsion as opposed to propulsion?

 

Correct Ann, impulsion utilising the power and force of zeron, or what they in 3D like to refer to as black hole.

 

Or holiness?

 

Heart missing a beat.

 

Discovering a whole new beat.

 

Flying nowhere as infinity blows reality into an ever tighter grid.

 

As flying nowhere suddenly becomes the mainstay of our algorithm

 

Our beat.

 

As things are powered ever faster into zero’s trap.

 

As a hero is born, whose very purpose is to embody and experience other’s flow.

 

To embody and experience other-flow: from infinity back down through things and matter, back to the infinite gradation of things wanting and needing to rearrange dramatically, in order to tell an other tale, in order to release the music and poetry trapped within.

 

 

Cut! That will do nicely Ann.

 

Thanks Dan.

 

A little long-winded but all in all, not a bad show. The main thing is that we’re now using impulsion, travelling into the infinite spaces between things, between beats and between notes.

 

If only there was some way of measuring it and describing the stories without having to resort to fiction or fantasy.

 

If only...

 

IV

 

In which things descend to rock-bottom, all the way down, never to be seen again.

 

 Bit dramatic that.

 

I know, but what about this...

 

What?

 

Observe their preoccupation

 

 

I’m rediscovering magic.

 

How so ?

 

When I was a child it was lost drip by drip, day by day, until nothing remained.

 

Nothing but tricks.

 

And that’s called growing up, isn’t it, learning that magic isn’t real.

 

Yes. That’s the first part of growing up.

 

The first?

 

Yep.

 

And the second?

 

Then comes an age of things in which you confirm your adherence to the world of things, the matrix, 3D.

 

And then?

 

And that’s where people mostly die, except they might become spiritual and explore religion, feeling, believing there’s something else.

 

Right, but what about magic?

 

Well magic never went anywhere. Look at the world through the eyes of a child and what do you see?

 

Er... fairies, unicorns, dragons, dinosaurs, princesses, wizards and witches...

 

Precisely. A world stuffed full of magic.

 

Yes, I never really thought of that.

 

I know, strange isn’t it.

 

Yes, but surely it’s just childish fantasy?

 

Probably not.

 

No?

 

Probably it’s actually memory. Probably children come from a world or realm where these things are as real as bank statements and insurance policies are in ours.

 

No way!

 

And for those of us who are even vaguely interested in religion there are the words of Jesus who said...

 

You can only enter the kingdom of God if you are like a child, but that doesn’t mean we have to believe in magic, surely?!

 

Oh, so you think you can be like a child in some other way? By wetting the bed or crying?

 

No, it’s just I’m sure Jesus didn’t want us to believe in fairies and unicorns.

 

Are you?

 

Well, it sounds so outlandish, so far removed from religion.

 

A lot of what Jesus did was “wrong” and far removed from religion, wasn’t it?

 

I suppose so, Dan, but I have to draw the line at magic. That could never have been his intention.

 

Never say never, Ann. The point is that no matter what he meant he explicitly told us to be like them, like children, and children are not yet fully converted to this world of things.

 

True.

 

That’s what makes them special. The question is whether or how we can be like them again without losing our minds completely?

 

You think it’s possible?

 

No, Ann, I know it is.

 

Really.

 

Yep. After all we do it in so many ways on limited platforms.

 

We do?

 

Yes, like reading stories.

 

Novels are not really childish are they?

 

No, they’re adapted to the tastes of adults, but stories are stories, like it or not, you still disappear into a realm of fantasy or imagination, whichever it is, and there you can’t help using, albeit passively, the magic of the child within to make it real.

 

Agreed, Dan, but I’m far from convinced.

 

And likewise games and sports. All of them draw on the child’s imagination, the child’s willingness and ability to make believe, to enreal an unreality, to practicalise and materialise fantasy.

 

But I don’t see why you think the above are particularly childish?

 

No, because you like to create separate categories – theatre, literature, games, cards, sport and so on, but all these things would be impossible without the assistance of the inner child who has withdrawn into the inner-consciousness. He or she is allowed out like a dog on a leash in the limited capacity of imaginator.

 

Oh...

 

Oh indeed. So this is the next stage of our development.

 

And is it sufficient?

 

Of course not.

 

What do you mean?

 

It’s sufficient to stop us going mad or dying of boredom, but if the Kingdom of God is our goal then no, it fails spectacularly.

 

But the Kingdom of God is something religious, whereas you were talking about magic.

 

Yes, but just because religions have positioned themselves as gatekeepers to Jesus’ teachings doesn’t mean they have the power or the means to prevent humans from reclaiming their birthright.

 

Er...

 

If Jesus was serious about us entering the Kingdom of God as a child then what have we got to lose?

Er, what do you mean?

 

Why not test the hypothesis.

 

You mean start trying to reclaim the child we lost?

 

Precisely.

 

But how does one do that?

 

Not by trusting the adult mind which will do everything it can to keep us in the matrix, even creating churches and religions as a phishing alternative which seems to be the real McCoy but which, likely as not, distract us from the real task.

 

Wait a second Dan, you’re anti-religion?

 

No, religion like any other institution is a vital part of society, and can even help people spiritually, but we’re focussing on the child within and therefore we need to be highly parsimonious with our attention.

 

So religions might be good but they fail to help us to rekindle the inner child connection. I wonder why?

 

Partly it’s a matter of empowerment. The Church is part of the adult world and therefore it benefits, as any institution or organisation does from your attention, your commitment, your adherence. The inner child, on the other hand, is neither institution nor organisation so it does not fix or strengthen your position in this world of things.

 

Ok, but how on earth does one activate the inner child?

 

Ah, there’s the million dollar question... How does one complete the journey from child to man to...

 

To what?

 

I don’t want to say “child” as the adult who reactivates the child is going to be a fully empowered adult, which is what?

 

A wise adult, perhaps?

 

Precisely, which is what we’d normally call a wizard, would we not?

 

Ok. So how does one become a wizard?

 

But which we ought to give a far simpler, humbler name if we are to avoid the snares of hubris and pride.

 

Er... whatever, Dan.

 

The problem being that any name very soon becomes something else, living a life of its own, especially if magic is involved.

 

Well, I don’t see how I can help you...

 

And yet without a name our attention will have nothing to stick to. The whole of 3D is contriving to hold onto our minds and keep us trapped in the state of things.

 

Well, we could call ourselves fools, that’s fairly safe, isn’t it?

 

You might be right, Ann. How does one become a fool? That should avoid triggering the 3D’s AI detectors.

 

So fool it is.

 

Or gnome?

 

No Dan, your obsession with gnomes is somewhat unhealthy.

 

Ok, you’re probably right. Let’s stick with fool for the time being. To answer your question, there is no methodology.

 

Oh.

 

There are however several senses which have been ignored.

 

There are? Like what?

 

Well you know the five senses which are so cherished by adults of 3D – smell, taste, touch, sight and hearing.

 

Yes, of course. And you think there are more than five?

 

Absolutely.

 

Like what?

 

Well there's a sense of time: we're always to  a certain extent aware of the passage of time, aren't we?

 

I suppose so, except when we're reading a good book or watching a good film.

 

Precisely, because then we’re in communion with our inner child and somewhat removed from 3D reality.

 

So there's a sense of time. Any more?

 

There are many more, such as a sense of direction. Many people can find their way in the most difficult places, for example a forest. It probably was innate in all of us but most of us have lost this ability and struggle with direction, but even if we’re confused the sense of direction is still there.

 

Continue please.

 

Well we definitely have a sense of beauty, don't we?

 

Oh yes.

 

It's strange isn't it, we take it for granted and yet it's there in all of us.

 

And what does the sense of beauty come from? Do you have any idea?

 

It comes from our inner child, or the magic realm. There, beauty is not simply aesthetic.

 

No? Is it something spiritual?

 

I expect so, or what else it’s connected with truth.

 

Ah ha! Truth!

 

Yes.

 

That's also a sense isn't it?

 

It is indeed. Where would we be without the sense of truth? And how disappointing it is for children to discover that truth is “relative” or negotiable in this world of adults. One more of our senses is surgically removed, discarded on the trash heap of broken dreams and so-called realism, and yet, try as they might, they cannot completely wipe out the sense of truth.

 

Well, Dan, this is all rather astonishing. The thing I don’t get is how come I never thought of it before.

 

That’s because they use magic to suppress our awareness of  what to the inner child is blindingly obvious.

 

Really? Why?

 

Think about it, Ann, if you were still connected to your “higher” senses you wouldn’t buy into their physical reality. Your senses would tell you it’s baloney.

 

My truth sense?

 

That, or your common sense.

 

But how can you be sure these are actual senses and not just things the rational mind perceives.

 

The rational mind can try to understand or interpret beauty, truth or honour, but it cannot feel them directly, viscerally in the heart, the gut or wherever it is. It’s the awareness of something meaningful, something wonderful or magical which accompanies the feeling which makes these senses a vital bridge between infinity, the realm of the inner child where physical matter is not in itself a limiting factor, and 3D reality where it most certainly is.

 

Oh. So if the senses are still intact, how come we don’t have more success with our inner child? How come we’re not even aware of their existence?

 

Good question Ann! To be honest I don’t have a simple answer. Perhaps we wanted to experience the astonishing depths of rational materialism and to zero infinity.

 

To zero infinity?

 

But why?

 

Your 3D mind why’s and wherefore’s to avoid losing control of the plot, so instead of answering this question let’s trust that there must be a reason which must be known by inner child, if we're ready to listen and reconnect.

 

Ok. So we chose to “zero infinity”, to escape the unity field – presumably no mean feat?

 

Correct. To descend as far as we have, we needed to switch off the connection as it would probably have been too toxic or painful to live here had we known too much. The inner child would have gone mad living in this witch’s brew of insanity. Does that make sense?

 

I guess so, but if that's the case then what's the sense of trying to reconnect if it’s going to drive us insane?

 

How else are we able to complete our mission and return to base? Presumably we programmed our unconscious mind to reactivate the connection once we reach rock bottom, once whatever it is we sought and needed has been found.

 

Ok Dan, but this is all very tentative and theoretical isn't it?

 

Absolutely. It's pure fantasy and yet the fool we choose to be can weave gold thread like Rumpelstiltskin from the straw of fantasy. Besides, no one is telling you what to do or believe, you're welcome to stay with 3D if that's your choice.

 

I... Honestly, it’s hard to tell what

 

Let’s think of this as a scientific experiment – I’m determined to investigate the science of child, by reconnecting as all good fools must with the inner child, IC, sensing and knowing something vital is missing without the awareness, the presence, the mind that only the inner child can provide, trusting perhaps foolishly, that Jesus was on to something, that his kingdom of heaven was not a purely religious phenomenon, not simply an airy fairy spiritual concept but was in some way connected with completing the equation, with squaring the circle, with alpha and omega meeting up, like ouroboros the cosmic serpent.

 

Oh hell.

 

In any case, without an awareness of something else, something missing, of Other,  you wouldn't be able to nor would you wish to proceed, but if this awareness has now arisen and nothing really can stop you. Your truth-sense or your common sense will see to that if and when...

 

If and when

 

 

V

 

“The way of the fool.”

 

Is that how you’re going to market it?

 

How else? It can’t be something clever, can it, otherwise we'll just end up constructing another 3D mechanism. This, on the other hand, is like poetry. It doesn't make a lot of sense but it rhymes or it has a certain rhythm which the heart or the inner child feels.

 

The way of the fool. Ok, why not. It'll give people an excuse to be idiotic.

On the contrary, idiots are people who live by the id, the it, taking the thing as gospel, believing the iddy thing can be or is the real McCoy, as opposed to a +1 topside representation. To be an “idiot” is to be a normal, functioning human in 3D. It is neither slur nor slander. It's a simple definition: the standard model of 3D reality’s human being, nothing less.

 

I'm not sure you're going to have a lot of success persuading people they are all idiots just because they are rational adults in 3D.

 

They're welcome to think whatever they like, the proof being in the pudding, in whether they are able to achieve infinity in practice, whether they are able to escape or deactivate the grid lines of 3D, the cage which prevents us from experiencing real awareness and real happiness.

 

Come on Dan, that's going a bit far. There are lots of people who experience real happiness in our reality.

 

Yes, it’s a miracle but you're right, thankfully, there are a lot who experience real happiness in spite of, but not because of, 3D’s disconnect. Presumably this is a measure of the superfluidity of infinity which is somehow able to reach into our reality, present in the silent space between beats, but happiness is far from theoretical, it's the natural state when we allow the kingdom of heaven to awaken within, when we reconnect with the inner child and find that God is not some distant lordly deity but a natural state of being in our undivided both-ness.

 

Words, words.

 

Read between the lines.

 

Huh?

 

What do you think I'm doing when i'm not writing this garbage – tap tap tap?

 

I honestly have no idea. Meditating perhaps, or casting spells?

 

More like falling off a cliff.

 

Really?

 

Yes, the structure of 3D is prescriptive and excludy, so constantly we crash into the edge of the mould, the barrier trying to contain us, the containment field, and so falling off the edge of a cliff is an almost daily occurrence as my both-ness refuses to submit to 3Deity, insisting on parity.

 

I don't see any cliffs near where you live, Dan.

 

The fool sees things differently.

 

True.

 

Take a look through these glasses.

 

Ok.

 

Dan hands Ann a pair of IC specs. Ann puts them on and observes an entirely different version of things. Pow! Zap! Kerzing! Cheee!

 

Oh, that’s just animé.

 

Animé?

Chinese cartoons. Heroes activating their life-force energy, they call it chi, to become superhumans...

 

Ann watches trying to figure out whether the animé is in fact real, or whether her eyes are deceiving her.

 

It’s another world very close to our own, part of our bigger-ness you might say. Connecting with IC, as every fool must, means your world now expands. You cannot help encountering animé and various other fantasy realms. Test the model. Try it out. But don’t waste your time if it doesn’t feel right.

 

Er... why not?

 

Because there’s no point. IC will show you what is good for you, what you’re ready for. In any case, the change always comes by necessity, not by election. Until you reach a critical sector boundary and you’re about to die coz there’s no way out, you won’t have the strength or the will to activate your new reserves, your new awareness.

 

Really?

 

Absolutely. This is no stroll in the park. This is do our die.

 

Not sure I like the sound of that.

 

Good. It’s not supposed to sound cute. Infinity takes no prisoners. If you’re not ready, you’ll stay with the gilded cage of 3D and no one will think any the worse of you. In any case, Ann, I’m done. I’ve got an animé to make, so gotta run. You can keep the IC specs if you like.

 

 

VI

 

Alchemy? No idea what you’re on about. I just...

 

Wooosh!

 

Hey, I’m gonna get you too, another one bites the dust, oh yeah...

 

Bloody fool!

 

In conclusion, the unity field wraps itself around the thing we refer to as 3D, absorbing every aspect of thing – every fraction – every derivative – every iteration in the Mandelbrot fractality of thing – bringing the many back into perfect union, perfect unity, perfect un-ity – an isness of be which knows no beginning, no end.

 

Happy ending?

 

You could say so. The sweet taste of infinity chewing the cud of grass green, digesting the fruits of fancy’s many, many id-ities serendipitously, if such a thing could conceivably be.

 

If such a thing were able to restore the broken chain of provenance, desperately searching for its missing origins.

 

If love, melting the masquerade of people in society, can, does conquer all

 

if    0=1

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