Saturday, October 25, 2014

Not-to-mention Nought


I was wondering when you'd get round to zero.

Yes well, the less said the better really.

Indubitably.

Indeed, but they feel you're ready for it.

Who, the gnomiki?

Yes.

Oh, I'm not sure I am really.

Precisely. Previously you'd have assumed you were, and now that you more or less are, you assume you're not. It adds up.

So, why do I feel so bothered?

Because you're coming close to letting go.

Letting go of what?

Yes, precisely, letting go of what.

But I was asking a question - not making a statement, as you were.

It matters not - the words are the same.

But the intention was different.

Yes, but you're close enough to be within spitting distance of nought, and that will do.

Oh God.

Precisely - nought's now assailing the final bastion of what not.

Please don't tell me you're referring to God.

Please don't tell me you assume I'm not.

Of course you are - I was being rhetorical.

Yes, but 0=1 and God must go.

You can't Merry. You can't do away with God.

Can't. Won't. Mustn't. These words matter up to a point.

In other words you're saying they don't.

Precisely. For beyond the cherished point of 3d rationality is biologic's dot dot dot

Your beloved Dorothy.

My wholly irreducible and incomprehensible dot3, beloved mother of magiks, Dorothea.

Merry, you're a hopeless romantic, but why would you substitute Dorothy for God? What can you possibly hope to gain from that.

Nothing what-so-ever.

Ah - so doing away with God you arrive at nothing - and that's an improvement you feel?

Doing away? No one's doing away with God. God is god, regardless of what I say, think or do.

But you so grandly said 0=1, God must go. Talk about inconsistent.

Talk about nothing instead. As long as you're attached to the point, whatever it may be, you have God as the ultimate arbiter of whatever point may be.

Is that God's function?

Must you be so utilitarian Zie? Why do you assume God has to have a function at all - as if God were a machine?

Well, you said God is arbiter of the point.

Yes, I did, but I went no further. Whoever, whatever God might be is - up to the point - beyond which God is not.

Ah - you mean God is nought.

Perhaps - but I stand by my original words - beyond the point God is not.

But, is there a difference between not and nought?

There must be, but it might not be appreciable or make a lot of sense until you've gained experience of dot dot dot - where point and point and point completely defeat the sense of what-is-what, so central here in 3d reality.

So, here we are, at the gates of nought, preparing to boldly, humbly, and thirdly go into not-what, the isness of Be, where God is Not.

Merry, I'm feeling kind of uncertain about all this - in fact - decidedly anxious - like something's brewing - something wild and unpredictable.

As well you might - for so it is.

And you're not even trying to comfort or console me.

What's the point - we need all your feelings to be fully activated if you're to cross the equals sign - those magical, mystical parallel lines into not-what.

Don't Merry.

Don't what?

Don't. I'm feeling... I'm falling apart. I'm...

Indeed you are. You're falling out of God's What.

His what?

His What. It's not a question at all. It's a field configuration. A twist of time in space, of space in time, Mobius-like.

Mobius-like - your beloved Mobius strip again?

How else could flatness appear to have depth?

So this we call 3d you're saying is flat? I hardly think that's right.

Correct. You hardly think, which is right. God is the master of weaving space and time into a single strip of what-is-not, and yet which really, really seems to be, up to a point, not-is-what.

Confound you Merry. Confound you and all your endlessly confusing terms and word plays. I never even believed in God, and now when you tell me He is not, beyond zero point, I feel like I've lost the greatest support I never had.

And well you might - for God has been your constant support, ensuring that you continue to experience this - whatever it may be - preventing you from slipping back into your natural state of isness.

You mean God's responsible for keeping me here in this reality.

Absolutely.

But I thought...

Did you really? You thought whatever it suited you to think, but now, if you please, you're free to pass through zero point, the eye of the needle, to experience the unfathomableness of dot dot dot - should Dorothy consider you worthy and ready to do so, should you Be, and thirdly.

Thirdly what? That's the second time you've dropped that "thirdly" into your sentence.

Yes, and coincidentally...

A bird appears in the air between Merry and Zie. Zie watches it in wonder as it flies towards him yet seems to grow more and more distant, until vanishing from sight, smaller than a dot.

Er - Merry, what was that?

That was thirdly - appearing to you as a kind of hieroglyph, or to use modern terminology - a hiero-gif.

Ha ha, very funny. But where did it come from?

Where does anything come from?

But it just appeared.

And what about everything else? It too just appeared at some point.

Yes, precisely, at some point - a long time ago - but this hiero-gif appeared right here before my eyes.

And where else would you have it appear if it was intended for you?

But how? What's the mechanism?

How could you possibly understand if you, as yet, have no formal knowledge or experience of not-what, if you consider at present Nought to refer to emptiness and vacuum.

And what? You're saying it doesn't?

Not what. It does Not... 0=1

But that doesn't answer my question.

No, but it brings you one step closer to answering it for yourself.

It does? You could have fooled me.

Yes. But I didn't, don't and won't. Nought does not, thirdly.

There you go again, sowing confusion instead of bringing clarity. Sometimes I feel we're speaking completely different languages.

The same language but different systems of cognition.

Er?

Like the ancient Egyptians - as you call them. When they wrote their hieroglyphs, they were using the same word-images the archaeologists succeeded in translating into modern English, but a completely different system of cognition - thus your translation is worthless. It's like having the manual to a computer explaining how to use it, but lacking the electricity to switch it on, or the societal structure in which a computer could be of any value or service, or, thirdly...

Goddammit Merry - you've thirdlied me again. That's the third or fourth time and I still don't know what it means.

And that's because it does not, can not, will not mean - and yet it is...

I am - I suppose you were going to add.

:-) Ah, sweet it is to feel-see-know that you are...

I Am

coming home

into

the isness

of Be

where 0=1

it is I am

cuckoo la la

Cuckoo la la? Why so, Merry?

Why not?

Ah... you mean I have to follow the flow of question back upstream?

I do not mean, and yet, were I to do so, then yes, you'd be following the question back to source.

But not to mean... how is it so?

Thirdly...

Curses and counter-curses.

You've said it in as many words. Notice how in 3d it's always either one or the other.

No it's not - there are many colours, many shades of grey...

True, and yet, dot dot dot - you lack the non-conceptual, non-sense structure for all that exists outside, above, or, beyond the immediate dichotomy of what and not.

We do?

Yes.

And you don't?

I do Not.

Ah - you do not. How so? How do you do not?

How do I no-thing? With ease and grace, and, thirdly.

Thirdly? That's the mechanism?

That's what keeps dot dot dot a-round, and prevents it making sense, to a point.

Ah...

Keeps God from turning it into what - for you then to not...

Oh...

And thus it goes, and thus it is, and thus...

Thirdly

Dot dot dot

Not is   what is   nought   if

I allow it, let go, and             ][

Zie appears to be floating in a bubble shimmering all colours of the rainbow, expanding until it encompasses the entire universe, at the same time contracting till it's, equally, zero point and - everything ]['m feeling, everything ][ know, every thought, my very awareness of Self and this what ][ is reading - all merge... flow... stream
quantum-stream Dorothy 
isness of Be 
dream seem
real-it-Y


Friday, October 24, 2014

How I created God

Why would you care?

Because you can't say things like that Merry. You can't say you created God.

I didn't.

Yes you did.

No, I said "I" created God.

And who does "I" refer to if not you?

"I" refers to "I", as in I AM.

You're saying "I AM" created God?

Yes, I created God.

But it sounds like you're claiming to be the one.

The one? We're all the one.

What do you mean?

There's only one One. The whole of humanity is of One... is One.

One what?

Not what. Simply. Just.

Just what?

Just One.

But what? One what?

Not what... not referring to anything or anyone. One is One.

So you claim to be able to speak for the One?

No. There's nothing to claim. As anyone may, I'm able to speak the truth - that which simply is, as opposed to what not.

What not?

That which is something or other, derivative. They're completely unrelated. Things are things whereas that which is, whatever is, simply is. Nothing whatsoever can alter or come close to this - the isness of be. Until or unless you accept the simple truth, that is Is, you know nothing.

Oh thanks a lot. Now you're saying I'm ignorant.

Precisely, in the literal meaning - you're ignoring what is - that which is - the isness of Be, choosing to focus instead on things that matter, or seem to, coz that's how your brain's been trained to work, thus ignorant.

Ignorant? Darn cheek.

Yes. It's upsetting isn't it? We don't like to be told truth. Our whole mind and personality are hitched to this seemingly-so bandwagon, this extraordinary conspiracy of matter - that matter actually matters, when in fact, by any simple observation we can see the opposite is true.

The opposite - what do you mean?

Not what... nor do I mean.

You don't mean?

No. To "mean" is to base your truth on mathematical what not.

On what?

Mathematical what not. To mean is to use the averaging process to find who most closely approximates to the truth, as opposed to simply accepting unconditionally what is.

Ok - so you don't mean - but that's just a figure of speech.

More what not.

What do you me... you know what I'm trying to say.

You mean what am I actually saying? There are no accidental or innocent figures of speech. Language, just like mathematics, has been enrolled and conscripted to subvert or en-thing that which is.

En-thing?

To convert not what into what not.

Jesus Merry, Give me a break.

To convert that which is, simply, into some thing or other, derivative, compound, complex.

Oh.

Oh indeed. So a figure of speech is where the pure energy of words, their natural "meaning" - their inner-sense, as in "innocence", is subverted and twisted into some thing or other, to serve the conspiracy of thing - of what not.

Ok, ok, thanks for the math and linguistic's lecture, but to get back to the point.

No point.

No point? You won't even allow me that turn of phrase.

No. "The point" refers to something altogether different.

Ok - just spare me the lecture. You said that contrary to what most people think, matter doesn't matter. Then why is it referred to as matter?

Matter is matter. It does not matter. There is no doing of matter. There is only doing of life and living beings.

A machine can do things. So can my hand, which is made of matter.

True.

So you're wrong.

No. Matter does not by definition/ by its very nature, matter. It does not. It matters not, or as Shakespeare put it "tis no matter."

Tis no matter?

Yes. It is - no matter. There is a gulf between that which is - whether I am or it is, and matter.

There is - you could have fooled me.

Only if you're ignorant.

Do you have to be personal.

No. I'm using the term literally, as you know. I could only fool you if you chose to ignore the truth - if you were in on the truth conspiracy - if you chose to be ignorant and thus a fool. It's a matter of choice.

Oh. So you're implying I or anyone else would choose to be a fool.

Absolutely.

Why? It makes no sense.

Oh but it does.

Go on then. Enlighten me.

0=1 it is I am. Does that mean anything to you?

Nothing whatsoever.

There you go.

What do you mean?

I don't mean. I state clearly, unequivocally the simple truth - the isness of Be.

Yes, yes, very magnanimous of you.

Very practical - as that's the only way we're going to lift off.

Lift off where?

Well, in case you hadn't noticed - this material plain of existence is currently in termination.

Is what?

Terminating. Expiring. Kaput.

Oh my God.

Yes indeed. So that's why it's time to put an end to all this babble and revert to Is. Thus it's entirely reasonable and practical to state the simple truth - I created God.

No, no, and again NO! That's a heresy.

Yes, from within the conspiracy that you refer to as 3d reality, or the matrix, it might be a heresy - and normally I'd be shot or locked up for daring to utter it.

And might still be.

No. End Is - now.

But you can't, you couldn't create God. God is All. You can't create All. You're just a part.

Yes. We are, are we not, and yet... a little magical and inspired thought reveals that for us to know God, or to know our Self, or to simply know what Is, we'd have to be all these things already and, er, unconditionally so.

Unconditionally?

Fundamentally. Totally. Absolutely.

You do like extremes, don't you?

No. Not extremes. Innocence. Simplicity. The simple truth. The isness...

Yes, yes... of Be.

Thank you.

But that still doesn't explain how or why you'd create God.

Because God has to be a derivative of All that is.


Why?

Because if God was "All that is" you wouldn't be able to refer to him/ her/ them or it. God wouldn't matter. You wouldn't be able to conceptualise or get a handle on whatever God is.

And we can't. God is unknowable, ineffable.

And yet you claim to have a meaningful concept, term, name, thing, supreme being you refer to as God - therefore behind God who is there needs must be that which is unnamed, cannot be named or known - I

You what?

I... not what, therefore un-full-stopped

But that's...

Ungrammatical. Yes indeed. It's a grand dot dot dot

A what?

Not what - dot dot dot - leading back to the simple truth - the non-finite, never-ending, un-thinged isness of be.

Fine. Whatever. Er... but why I?

Because that's as far as there is. Beyond I is nought, and we cannot remove ourSelf from the equation.

What equation?

The simple one: it is - I am, otherwise referred to as 0=1.

Oh God, Merry, you're...

Yes, I AM... dot dot dot

Cuckoo la la

Monday, October 20, 2014

dust it is

Starting with something Margo wrote...

Dust



You are not aware of the dust particles floating all around you in the room you think is your own.
As you breathe, you are not aware of the dust particles you breathe in.
Most time you are hardly aware of breathing, leave alone being aware of breathing in little particles.
And dust particles are just an example.
It's mind-boggling, snooz-woggling how many "particles" float around, how many you breathe in and out.
And how little you are aware of them.
"You" is the everyday "you", not the Cosmic You who are aware of all; just so happens. But the particles don't mind.
Some of them are the size of a galaxy, and you are still able to take them in.
Some of them are smaller that the tiniest atoms, and still they are able to affect you.
Some have no size at all.
It doesn't mean they are exceptionally huge or exceptionally small. They simple have no size. They are not even "energy". But they exist all right.
And still they float around you, and still you breathe them in.
Some of them are sentient.
Most of them are sentient.
And you are not even aware of them.
Some of them are aware of you.
Some operate at a completely different frequency and float right through you without the smallest notice - or you float through them - or you both float through each other.
Dust particles are visible to us in the light.
These particles are visible in the light of awareness.
How do you turn it on?
Stop puffing. You are puffing now. Stop it.
Breathe in and out for a while - just watching your your breath, in and out, in and out, acknowledging it - in... and out... and in... and out...
Take a deep breath then - like drinking water after an exercise. Good. Good fresh water. This is to satisfy you immediate needs.
Now sniff gently - as gently as you dare. Sniff the reality. Make it slow. Make it so slow that the air warms up while travelling from your nose to your throat.
Feel the warmth of the flow.
Mark how delicate it is.
Feel how it's not continuous but how there are lots and lots of particles - a molecule of oxygen, a galaxy, a curious being...
And what's between them?
Nothing and no thing.
You may sneeze at the thought. But feel it nevertheless.
Feel how your nose is a marvellous portal that only lets in what is good for you, how your nose keeps you safe, saving your life with every breath you take.
Trace the particles, the guests of your nose, as they float to your lungs.
Don't try to influence the flow. Just watch.
Feel how the particles enter your lungs, the great trading harbour of yours. Feel the exchange they make there - each of its own kind, taking and giving according to their nature.
Feel how they leave the body by the same route, shining with satisfaction. Feel how your body is satisfied as well.

Then rest. In... and out... and in... and out...
Repeat if you like.
There are no rules to breathing.
You can't have a "wrong breath". It's impossible. If you ever have a "wrong" breath, you die.
It's your own breath, and no body can breathe for you.
Well, it depends on what is breath, doesn't it?
Sometimes even you don't breathe.
Taking air in and letting it out isn't "breathing", one might say.
One might say it's puffing.
Breathing is an art we all are. We art breath.
The fine art of...



Thanks Margo - that's awesome :-)

And now for something from the gnomiki...




Dancing with the vortex

Welcome to the midnight hour – zero time – come down from your pre-eminence, come dance with all that is...


It was after midnight. Merry had been fiddling around with things, not really getting anywhere – just doing stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Oh – you know – internet, messaging, sorting out whatever needed sorting out – wanting to stop and read the book he’s enjoying so much, but held by things as we so often are.

Held by things? Sounds a bit ominous.

You’re right. They’re like limpets. They suck you into stuff – whatever thing you’re doing – and then give you the notion to move onto another thing until you’ve thinged half the night away, and you’re ready to hit the sack, drained by their carefully dangled carrot.

What carrot?

They play on our love of completion, love of sorting stuff out, love of what not.

What not?

We’re creators, so we love to transpose the infinite, the indeterminate, the quantum superstate into something meaningful here in 3D. We love to transpose all into every-thing.

And that’s what not?

Yeah – it doesn’t really matter what it is – because what is transposed thing in any shape or form.

And?

Well, thing doesn’t exist in itself.

It doesn’t? How can you be so sure?

I can-not, if you see what I mean. No... thing’s not in the sense that you are.

Play that one back one more time.

Ok – I’ll reverse it. In the same way you simply are – conscious awareness – life itself – what is fundamentally not.

...is not what?

Is only alive – is only present in the isness of conscious awareness with your assistance – to the extent that it can control or ride on your brainwaves.

Is that so?

Yes. What not is itself nothing
– but becomes everything when we allow it to take over our mind’s awareness.

So we shouldn’t?

Shouldn’t what?

Allow it to take us over.

Why not?

Because it sounds bad.

Yes, it sounds pretty bad, but making rules of what we should or should not do is failing to take into consideration the nature of Is. Rules are in fact things that come from what not. They love rules. They love us making rules, because with the help of rules they are able to ensnare us like flies in a web – and all the time we imagine we’re improving reality. The irony! Reality is perfect as it is – and has no need of rules. Every rule you create is a spanner in the wheel of Is. It’s like a monkey trying to improve a computer with the rock in its hand.

So no rules?

That in itself comes perilously close to being a rule.

Then what?

Not what.

What do you mean?

I don’t mean. Meaning is a form of thinging isn’t it... You see every way you turn your mind’s trying to steer you back into their way of doing things.

My mind? Why would it do that?

Presumably because it likes working with them. It’s evidently fun in some way and must give tangible results or we wouldn’t continue working for them.

Eugh! Sounds creepy.

Sounds creepy, but this is really quite natural. How else were we to make our way further and further into material reality? We couldn’t have done it without them, and they couldn’t learn about conscious awareness without us.

So “not what” – what's that refer to?

It doesn't, if you see what :-)

Not really :-(

Well... what is the thing-ing function of 3D mind.  It’s fairly automatic now, isn’t it – but at first – when we started working with them, it required constant effort and application to master the knack of what-not-ing.

It did?

Yes. We come from source – the infinite - the isness of be. To turn everything on its head and try to fit our cosmic presence into a little rational box of 3D material reality seemed strange to say the least.

Then why did we do it?

Presumably in order to arrive at where we are now.

And where exactly are we now?

At the point of no return.

Oh dear Merry – that does sound sinister.

That’s because it is – sinister – but not in the sinister sense of the word.

Then in what sense?

In the not-what unextrapolated sense. Sinister, as in left handed or the left turn. Instead of turning right as we’d normally do, we’ve made a gimongous sinister left turn and crossed the event horizon, the point of no return.

Which is what?

Well, it’s something quite astonishingly spectacular. You see we’ve gone so far into material reality that we can no longer reverse out. The only way is forward – and yet we have not the faintest clue how to proceed as we got so confused arriving at where we now are that we...

We what?

We dot dot dot...

?

That’s where we go through a kind of mental breakdown, except it’s not “down” at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Without knowing how or why, where or when, not to mention what – we find ourselves back on track. Effectively we’ve passed through the mythical eye of the needle – or like the phoenix we’ve rebirthed through the philosophical fire of what-is-not.

Philosophical fire? I thought you said it was a way of thinging, not thinking?

Yes, such is the nature of thought. We’re forever thinking one thing when in fact it’s another, or even more confusing – no thing at all.

Nothing at all? How can something be no thing at all?

It can’t, of course, and yet it seems to happen on a regular basis, which led some of the greatest philosophers to conclude that nothing is what it seems. The sheer brilliance of this observation left the entire universe breathless and flabbergast for longer than I care to mention.

But – er – why?

Why?

Yes, why should they be so impressed by something so ordinary?

Ordinary? It’s transcendental wisdom. The stuff of highest high.

I think you’re overreacting. It’s obvious that nothing is what it seems. What something seems is always going to be slightly, yet fundamentally, different from what it truly, simply is – isn’t it.

Well yes – but for human beings to come up with this in spite of everything they were experiencing down here in material reality – that was what blew us away.

It did?

Yes. Can’t you feel it?

I can – er – feel some of your excitement.

Do you want to feel more?

Yes – if that’s possible.

Of course it is. I’ll guide you back into your conscious-awareness. Hold tight. This is going to feel decidedly trippy.

Whhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See what I mean?

Oh my God. That’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.

Yes, and that’s what you guys gave us, just by arriving at the point of no return, and then, in spite of all your hesitancy and seeming blindness, proceeding onwards – into the...

The what?

Well that’s the trouble. From your perspective you were falling off a cliff. There was no what to proceed into.

Whyever not?

Because what only deals with thinging – and you were heading back into isness – so you were completely unable to see anything whatsoever. It was a leap. An act of faith. A mad moment of massive, inspired intuition – and you did it – even as you told one another that you hadn’t, wouldn’t and weren’t going to. You did it. And doing it you tripped the switch.

What switch?

The circuit switch.

Circuit switch?

Yes. You entered a new circuit, completed or closed the old.

We did?

Yes. What not no more – you discovered not what – your new PD.

PD?

Prime directive.

Er?

Oh, you know – the basic operating instruction such as “go forth and multiply”.

So we’ve had a change of PD?

Absolutely. Instead of thinging what not, you’re now not-whatting thing.

Not-whatting thing?

Yes.

Er – which means? Could you elucidate?

Yep. Not-whatting is another way of saying you’re now again is-ing.

Is-ing?

Yes. Marvellous isn’t it?

I don’t know. I don’t want to sound stupid.

Don’t worry about that. It matters not how you sound. The idiot that you seem to be is in fact your greatest achievement.

Oh thank you very much.

You’ll know what I mean in a short while.

The idiot – you say. That’s hardly respectful...

Respectful? Switch off the what-matters mind for a moment – tune into the isness – what I really said as opposed to what you imagined I said.

And?

And you can feel, sense, see that the idiot is a technical description – just like H2O.

I don’t think that makes me feel any better.

No, because you’re still engaging the mind-of-matter drive. Disengage that one and come into your isness. See the idiot for what it truly is.

Ah! What it is. You mean we managed to become thing itself? We shifted from I am to it... we crossed the parallel lines of equation into the other side – into thing.

Yes. Amazing isn’t it. Only a true master could have accomplished that one – so my hat off to you all.

Well, we’re hardly masters – there are 7 billion of us on the planet playing at being idiots, out of our minds in what-not.

Er... ever heard of holograms?

Yes, why?

Well, I don’t know how to break this to you Zie, but there aren’t really 7 billion of you at all...

What do you mean?

Can you feel the resistance? The idiot has to fight this one. The idiot knows it’s crucial it doesn’t accept that which fundamentally is – otherwise he/ she/ it loses the power to continue thinging.

I’m not sure I wish to continue thinging. I think I’ve had my fill of it, and humanity likewise is ready to return to its natural state of Is.

Then release. The proof is in the pudding.

What pudding?

Release whatever it is that has a hold over you – that’s holding you in it – the idiot.

I wish you wouldn’t refer to me that way.

That’s it – isn’t it. You’re in fact completely indifferent to this – knowing you cannot be an idiot, in fact, yet part of you has chosen to identify with it – and doesn’t want to stop doing so.

What would you know about it Merry – you’ve never experienced the darkness, the hell, the pain, the isolation...

That’s it Zie – let it out, don’t hold back. Experience your anger. Experience your lonely desolation. And remember.

Remember what?

Not what... not any thing at all – not... not... not... through the breath, through the conscious awareness, the body, the sensations, experience it and feel yourself whole again – wholly present in this unlimited, rule-less isness of be.

Oh! But how can I live without rules and restrictions? It’s all I know.

Yes, up to a point.

Up to which point? Oh, don’t tell me – the point of no return.

Precisely. You’ve already passed it and now everything is helping you to remember, rediscover and awaken to your re-emerging, incipient isness.

Oh. Oh... Oh.

Excellent. I feel you coming along leaps and bounds.

I feel strangely detached, and yet present... I feel –

Yes. Words fail, do they not – but that’s ok – we have other ways of expressing, tangiblising our feelings.

We do?

Yes. That’s what I’m here for.

For what?

To guide you back to the inner child.

How’s that going to help?

Because the inner child has never forgotten... is spontaneous, creative, flexible – willing to learn anything, and has no programmed belief that it can-not.

Cannot what?

Can-not any thing.


Friday, October 17, 2014

Beyond belief

Look Merry, it's not a bloody game. It's real life and at times it really hurts. When are you going to come out of your dreamworld and face reality?

Right now.

Well do something then.

Like what?

Well don't you care?

Of course I care. She happens to be very dear to me.

Then what are you going to do about it?

Why would I want to do something?

To help! Or are you just going to let her die?

Zie...

No, don't try and talk your way out of this. We both know you can help her.

Ok - we both know that anyone can help anyone else. It's a free world after all, isn't it?

Yes, but you've got a lot of experience dealing with this kind of thing.

True.

So you can make her better.

Not necessarily.

You can Merry. For Christ's sake. This is a human life we're talking about.

Right now we're talking about anger and compulsion. Let's not mix up the two.

Ok I'm sorry, but you ought to care more.

And to do that, by your logic, I ought to raise my voice and drain all my power by doing stuff.

I said I'm sorry. I'm emotional. Excuse me.

Actually, you're entering the drama.

The what?

You're entering the drama.

What drama's that?

The drama Jen's in the act of creating, with her pending death.

Drama?! How could you make light of this matter. Jen's not creating a drama at all. The drama's happening by itself. She's dying of cancer, and instead of you rushing to help her, you're making out that's she's to blame. I can't believe it. I simply don't understand how you can be so utterly heartless, callous...

Zie, that will do.

Merry does what looks like a dance move - kind of shrugging one way, turning slightly and arcing his left hand through the air in front - as if he's breaking a chain of thought, disconnecting something.

What was that?

Was what?

What you just did?

Oh that. Nothing really.

You er... did you hypnotise me or something?

No, the contrary.

I'm... I feel different... no longer angry. Why was I angry a moment ago?

Oh because Jen's sick.

Yeah, but why was I angry?

Oh - you were feeling powerless to help. You also felt partially to blame for it.

But that's absurd.

I agree, but if you scan your feelings you'll see it's true. We often start feeling responsible for the lives of people we care about. There was something else in there causing this anger, wasn't there?

Wow - it's amazing. I can see it all clearly: the blame, and also... how bizarre... some fear for myself. How could everything have got so confused; so mixed up inside?

Oh, things usually do. Such is the nature of things.

Their nature? Things have their own nature?

Yes, why not?

Because, er... they're just things.

Yes, that's what you're supposed to think, and what you do think most the time. But actually, if you give it a little thought, or make a few detached observations, you'll see that things live a life of their own.

They do?

Yep. In a sense they are alive.

No!

Inorganic life forms. Even if they themselves aren't exactly alive, inorganic life works through them and influences you, to the extent you can be completely taken over - like a house or tree smothered with ivy, or a ship with so many barnacles attached that it actually sinks as a result.


That's horrendous.

Well, I wouldn't go that far. Just because they're inorganic doesn't mean they're not natural.

What? These things are a part of nature?

Again, we need to be careful with terminology. The things themselves might be merely a vehicle or a vessel, but the inorganic lifeforms that can feed on you, take you over, train you to serve their ends - they're certainly part of nature - albeit a broader spectrum of nature than you currently recognise.

But... it's preposterous!

Absolutely. It's everything you're taught and trained not to think - after all, they don't want you breaking free of their tutelage, do they? But don't be so hard on them or yourself. Ultimately everything finds its own balance. If there's a vacuum then nature fills it - so if you allow your awareness to drop because you unwisely choose to consider yourself the top of the food chain, then you're asking for it really, aren't you. A little humility, a little circumspection goes a long way.

So, we're not, you're saying, the top of the food chain?

And you think there is a top?

Well why not? There's a top to every mountain or building.

Yes, that's true.

So what am I supposed to make of all this and - er - what did you do to stop me being angry a moment ago?

I simply disconnected from your drama.

You what?

Disconnected from your drama.

But how?

Very easily. I stopped doing... Started nothing-ing.

Nothing-ing? What on earth's that?

Oh it's nothing really.

Déjà vu.

Yes, I've used the phrase already - but I'm using it literally, not as a figure of speech. Why don't you figure it out...

It's nothing really - so you created a kind of bubble - a nothing that interrupted my flow.

Yes, that's about right - but it wasn't exactly your flow, was it?

What do you mean?

Well, you yourself have observed how quickly it all evaporated just as soon as I nothing-ed it.

Yes. Astonishing. It was just gone.

Which leads you to realise...

Oh my God! You mean it was theirs?

And who might they be?

Stop Merry. Don't make me say it. It's sickening.

It's nothing Zie. Let it drop.

Zie looks like he's losing it. Eyes glazing over. Breathing fast and shallow. Beads of sweat appearing on his face.

You're being a hopeless drama queen Zie. Snap out of this immediately. They are no better, no worse than you or me. We already discussed the fact that this is all nature - like light beyond the visible spectrum - it doesn't stop being light, does it?

Zie doesn't seem to be responding - but has at least stabilised in a kind of horrified dejection.

I'm going to teach you a very simple technique to interrupt the flow of what you think/ what they want you to think matters... that's one of the main mechanisms they use to control you through your mind. There's really nothing to it - so no need to worry about what to do or how. Simply play with me. Catch the ball.

Merry pretends to throw a ball to Zie. He does it with such total conviction, you might say artistry, that Zie's unable to resist and catches whatever the ball must be.

Right, throw it back to me, but remember, it's actually a bubble so you mustn't force it or it'll pop. You have to will it with your whole being - with your body and mind, as I just did... Yes, that's right. Oh wonderful! You're so good at this Zie, like you've been always doing it.

The two of them watch as the ball sails through the air to Merry, then the next moment it isn't there. There seems to be a gap in their sense of continuity. Like reality's just skipped a frame or two, but truth to tell, you wouldn't know for sure how big the gap actually was - any break, no matter how small - can be of indeterminate length - that's what Zie feels at least.

Oh. That was... I'm... er... lost for words.

Good. You're feeling better. You were having a...

Don't tell me... I completely lost it back there. I thought I was going to die.

You were. Had I not intervened you would now be dead.

You're joking, right?

Zie, this is not a joking matter.

No? I thought it's good to make light of serious things.

It is, just as long as you're able to face the truth, rather than run from it.

So what brought on this nuclear meltdown?

That's quite a good description really. Or you can liken it to anaphylactic shock.

You mean what people have when they get stung by a bee, if they're allergic to 'em?

That's right. The body completely loses it - you can be dead in minutes if you don't have an adrenaline shot.

So what's the link?

Well it's obvious really...

No it isn't. Try not to be patronising Merry, if you can help it.

I'm sorry, I mean - it's obvious if you stop telling yourself it isn't... if you simply allow yourself to know what you already know.

Ok - here goes... So this is like having a mental or biological tantrum. A massive overreaction. But why would the body or mind overreact to such an extent that the person's life is put in danger?

Good question. Let's assume that the bee sting, or the sudden awareness of them feeding on you was a truth you weren't ready to handle. It threatened to torpedo and unravel the whole story your life is based upon.

Ok Merry...  my mind freaking out when I started feeling how I'm wrapped around by these inorganic life forms - how they're able to control me and feed on me, as you say - yuck - it's kind of understandable I'd go into shock - but why would I allow it to run completely out of control like that, and what's a bee sting got to do with all this?

Good question. The answers are all close at hand, I assure you - and instead of providing them myself, I intend, lovingly and respectfully to step back sufficiently to allow your own cognitive-digestive processes to work. I assure you, your knowledge of these matters is no less than my own, even if you're not currently aware of it.

Somehow I find that hard to believe, but then, I guess that's what they want me to think... Ok. So the ball - how did that help stop the meltdown?

The same way my wiggle-wave did a moment before. They, and their 3D reality requires our complete absorption. As long as they have our undivided attention, they have us where they want us, and we're easy prey.

So you just need to break the link.

Kind of. Actually, it isn't even a case of "breaking" anything. That would give them what they want. They thrive on your struggle, your resistance, your fear and anger - your emotions.

This is getting to me again.

Copy me - don't think - just play the child's game - simply copy whatever I do.

Merry starts dancing, cavorting round in the most absurd manner imaginable. He makes some funny noises which Zie does his best to imitate, before he gives up for laughter.

So this is what you call doing nothing?

Precisely. This is doing nothing - because it's outside their box.

How's that?

Because it comes from the conscious awareness - from my intuitive knowing what is, as opposed to what should be or what I'm supposed to think.

So coming from what is breaks their this-is-what-matters diktat? Suddenly, tis no matter - and the chain of causality is no more.

There is no chain of causality to break once you're coming from your isness.

My isness?

Your inner nature - that which simply, truly is.

Ok. So I don't have to fight them.

There's no point. Resistance is futile. You'd be fighting your own shadow.

So, in a sense, you're saying, they want me to fight them.

Absolutely. That way they get to milk you for every last drop of life force and conscious awareness. That's why they invest such huge resources in all this...

Merry points at the whole surrounding.

They create this?

Not exactly create - but they invest a lot of time and energy to make it look absolutely real, and to introduce the kind of distortions that are guaranteed to keep you and most of humanity hard at it, like rats on a wheel, sweating for them.

Oh God - it's so...

Natural.

Don't say that.

Why not?

Because it seems evil. Maybe these things are like demons or the devil?

I already told you - they are nothing. They're no different from any farmer or businessman who sees an opportunity and uses it to make a living. They can only operate within the natural laws holding all things in balance.

But why would nature allow them to exploit us like that?

Answer that yourself. Detach. Toss the ball in the air and catch it.

Somehow it comes easily to Zie - he tosses the imaginary ball in the air, doing so with such candour, such apparent artlessness that...

Where does the ball actually come from Merry? Is it something you're doing that I'm not aware of?

Where does anything come from when you're outside this 3D reality of their making?

No idea?

Matter's a derivative of conscious awareness. It follows thought, so to speak. There's really nothing to it. We've always been able to materialise things - it's just down here in this symbiotic push-me-pull-you relationship with them it appears to be difficult.

So you helped me to escape 3D?

No - there's nothing to escape from. I simply helped you to come to your senses by applying a little light pressure to your focal point.

My what?

The point where you get to choose what to focus on - either this 3d virtual reality, or the isness of be.

Ok. So one more question if I may?

Fire ahead.

If it's a matter of choice, and if these dastardly things are able to take us over or devour us alive - why would we consciously choose this?

Good question isn't it?

Yes... are you going to answer it?

Yes, but not in the way you're expecting.

Oh dear.

I'm going to answer it by allowing you to see for yourself.

Oh... Is that - er - going to involve seeing these inorganic creatures.

Yes.

Er... Merry - I think I'd rather not... in fact I'm coming over all strange again... I

Zie, catch the ball.

Without even thinking, Zie leaps like a bionic goalkeeper, extending fully to grasp with fingertips the ball that's hurtling diagonally beyond his line of vision. Strangely he doesn't come crashing to the ground. He's standing exactly where the ball is, as if he never leapt at all - as if he simply shifted sideways.

Nice one Zie. You're a natural I see. Technically speaking you've just flown through the centre of the galaxy and back again, all in the blink of an eye. Amazing isn't it?

You're telling me! But did I really go so far?

Technically yes. You shifted through zero point, and that just happens to be at the centre of the galaxy, which then connects into the next zero point at the centre of the universe and so on, ad infinitum, but we won't go too far down that rabbit hole. Suffice it to say that the quantum leap you just effected so admirably has broken half-a-dozen of your scientists' most fervently held and lovingly cherished dogmas - but they'll get over it. They always do.

But if it was a quantum shift as you put it, then in a sense I just dematerialised, then rematerialised here.

Correct. That's another way of describing it. To some people it may sound less fantastic. You never can tell. Every person's entitled to his or her own preferences.

So there are other ways of explaining this?

Oh half-a-dozen, as I said.

Such as?

Er... your reality collapsed when you completely withdrew your attention from it, and another one, accommodatingly formed around your new attention.

Wow! That's amazing.

Isn't it just. But let's leave it there for the moment. Our chief purpose wasn't in fact interstellar travel, though we're obviously guilty of as much.

What was our purpose?

Let it come back...

Oh that. You wanted me to see them. And did I? Oh my God. Now that I think about it - I've always seen them. I've always known they were there. I've been complicit right from the get go.

Correct. And they are not so much "they" as you were imagining a moment or two ago. Perhaps that explains why you were so sensitive to this troubling awareness.

Not so much "they" - I'm beginning to see what you mean.

Correction. You're beginning to see. What I mean is largely irrelevant.

Yes. So they and I are...

We're back to the mobius strip are we not.

The one that has only one side? My God - I don't believe it - except I do... how bizarre. I'm able to accept things that were completely off limits a moment ago.

And all that was required was for you to leap through a wormhole that just happened to be positioned a few metres away, thus traversing the entire galaxy in the blink of an eye and landing on your feet in a state of more or less centred awareness of that which is - bingo - conscious awareness it is!

So...

So to cut a long story short, perhaps you now know why it's not necessary for me to involve myself in Jen's so-called disease.

Yes, I think I do, but you can still help her doing nothing whatsoever and that would be the perfect cure.

If, I repeat, if it's what she herself wants.

Well of course she wants to live.

But not necessarily to face what is. In our heart of hearts, of course, we know that death's no more real than anything else we encounter, but dying on the other hand - that's a powerful conscious awareness tool. We can achieve more in those precious months of learning to let go than our whole lifetime of service to things that matter. So, let us avoid interference. Let us honour her choices whatever they may be.

It's so frustrating - wanting to help but not being allowed to... Merry, I see... We have to honour where she's at in her journey.

And trust that whatever comes her way - even a seemingly dreadful disease, comes from the ineffable magic of a universe that knows no bounds...

That is willing to stop at nothing

To bring us back

To our natural state of

Conscious awareness

It is... I am

One

And the two friends disappear from the screen as the credits roll and happy upbeat mood music escorts the viewers from the packed cinema in a state of... whatever you're feeling right now.

Jen, meanwhile, has a near-death experience - so technically she dies but doesn't remain long up there in the milky white softness - returning to the turmoil of this world strangely transformed - knowing death is nOthing - she becomes an adept at nOthing, and nOthings a course through life that enables countless other human beings to awaken to the power of nOught within.


The End
or
the beginning
of every thing
or every is
that proceeds from
it

cuckoo la la
catch a falling star
if that's 
nOt 
beyond belief

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Deus ex machina: sin no more


Give it a break Merry... No one cares about all this stuff... It doesn't interest them... Really... They're into other stuff - you know - entertainment.

Yes I know, Zie. That's fine. Really.

Then why do you bother?

Bother what?

You know - to write all this stuff.

What stuff?

All the stuff you've been writing.

Oh that! Oh - I see what you're getting at... Oh! No, that's not stuff.

?

No, it may look like stuff to the untrained eye. No, it's something quite different.

It is? You could have fooled me.

Not intentionally, I assure you.

Then what, if you don't mind me asking, is it all about?

About? It's not about anything. Why do you assume it's about something in particular.

Well, you have to have a reason for doing all this...

I do?

Yes. No one does things just like that, without a reason.

No, more's the pity. Very few do, except a few who do.

And you're one of those few are you?

I suppose I am. A merry band of non-doers, or no-thingers.

No-thingers? Any chance you can elucidate your cryptography?

Is there any need or point? If you care to know - then all you have to do is tune in. There's only one pre-requisite for tuning in...

Let me guess, er... 0=1.

Precisely, 0=1 which means that...

I have to accept that I already know what I'm trying to find out - and therefore allow myself to tune into a higher consciousness where the answer is not so much an answer, more a state of awareness.

Or conscious-awareness - to use the correct term.

Whatever.

So are you ready to tune in?

I suppose so. I'm always hoping you're just going to give me the answer. It's kind of addictive, being spoon fed, isn't it.

Well yes, given that was the basis of your educational experience through all the formative years. Old habits die hard, until you're ready to acknowledge them fully, with a degree of fascination.

Er... why fascination?

Well, once you realise how fascinating it is that you, a multi-dimensional repository of all that is - the codes of the entire universe, the keys of life and the seat of all learning and wisdom - should be convinced that something has a hold over you - that something can actually matter - mindboggling to say the least.

Don't you think you're slightly overstating it?

0=1. I don't think so.

So, if I start tuning in..?

Then the answer becomes the process and you're no longer fixed in a 3 dimensional mind box.

Why on Earth do you think I'm fixed in any box?

Well, you'd have to be if you thought an answer coming from a source outside yourself can make a blind bit of a difference.

But answers do.

Do what?

Matter.

Precisely. They matter - but matter in itself does not.

Does not? What?

Paradoxically - matter. Matter does not matter. It cannot. It is a derivative of that which matters, but that which matters has no...

No what?

That's where we fall off the cliff of I-mind.

The what?

The proverbial clifftop of I-mind.

I don't remembering hearing a proverb about this I-mind.

No, you wouldn't remember - the proverbs all come in the future.

And you claim to know the future.

No, I don't claim it - but I can hardly help knowing it if I've been there and seen parts of it. One of these parts is the clear depiction of this I-mind, in contraposition to Mind itself - a function of the untrammelled conscious-awareness.

So, how's I-Mind different from the other Mind?

Not the other Mind! It's THE Mind. What you might call the quantum mind. It's the mind of what I-Mind perceives to be the Quantum stream.

And by that you mean our 3D perception is wrong?

No, it's fine. From down here THE Mind is indeed the quantum mind - but in truth it's nothing more than THE Mind, or to be more precise - MIND, without even the article "THE".

Er, Merry, aren't you taking this all a bit far - all this nit-picking and hair splitting: I-Mind, Q-Mind - I mean, who cares?

Who cares who cares? I'm just answering a question, or am I..? You'll never know as you'll always be one step behind Reality when operating from within 3D.

One step behind? I'm right up to date and completely in phase with all that's going on.

Yes, but 3D itself is derivative of that which is - a mathematical product recombining constituent parts - therefore forever catching up with Is.

Oh dear. It's all so...

Complicated? Not in the least. That's just what I-Mind thinks - because I-Mind's forever objecting.

Ha ha - was the pun intended?

No pun. That's the simple truth. I-Mind objects to everything and anything - what matters.

What matters...

Yep. I Mind - what matters - that's the correct equation describing the 3D mind's purpose or predicament. In order to stop objecting, to stop thing-ing you simply need to become aware of what is - however absurd it may seem, and it's bound to seem absurd. That, after all, is the definition of absurd.

Er... what is?

"That which prevents us from becoming aware of, seeing or knowing what truly is." In fact, it's a kind of computer programme, without which the entire "Matrix" of 3D reality would implode in an instant. Nothing could sustain it.

Whyever not?

Because it's riven with contradictions. No. More than that. It's created out of fundamentally irreconcilable what not.

It is?

Oh yes. That's the beauty of it. The I-mind:what-matters does everything possible and well-nigh impossible to square the circle - not only to avoid seeing that these contradictions are fundamental and existential, but also that they're necessary components of the very fabric of the 3D construct - the so called Matrix, which is not, in itself, natural or self-sustaining.

O...k. Er... any chance you can bring this conversation down to a more mundane level Merry.

Yes, sure thing. The verb to nothing.

What verb?

It doesn't exist in 3D does it - because it can't. It's not really allowed to as nothing-ing is necessarily excluded from the 3D matrix. This is, after all, a kind of machine, and machines can only be defined, recognised or valued in terms of what they do. But life, on the other hand...

What?

Life has intrinsic value. Like money. It can just be there. It doesn't need to turn a wheel or spin cloth or make music. It is a repository of beauty, of truth, of magik, of value.

It is?

I AM.

No you're not.

Precisely. The 3D mind has to object, does it not. I mind: what-matters does its merry dance, plays its trick on us, and our whole life flashes past in a single headlong flight in pursuit of our tail, or fleeing from our own shadow.

I think you're exaggerating Merry, but it's all very well you philosophising like this.

Nothing-ing like this... sublime.

But to what end? What's the point. No one's interested in what you have to say.

Naturally, because I have not-what to say.

Not-what? Could you stop speaking in riddles for a moment.

Not riddles - nothing-ings, not-what-ings.

Merry - I'm beginning to lose patience.

Zie, just chill - for one moment feel, sense and see the poetry, the madness, the incorrigible insouciance of Is.

Whatever's that's supposed to mean... Poetry! That's your problem. Who's interested in poetry. No one reads it.

They're not supposed to. They hear it as songs. It permeates all and everything. It is I am.

But you're not writing poetry people can sing.

Don't be so sure.

Go on then - surprise me.

They can hardly avoid reading my poems if I'm writing through the vacuum, the void, the shadow, the silence, the space, the isness of not-what, of no-thing, of 0=1.

Where's the... I give up.

Instead of me giving them books to read and words on paper, words on a screen - I play on the musical instrument of mind and out comes this jumbled garbage, the parphlaxysm of jargled bandage, and what?

Nothing of course. It disappears into the void. Why it ever bothered to emerge in the first place I'll never know.

Ah ha - you're close - so very close to the magical mangy truth.

Mangy?

Yes, it's so true you can almost eat it - in fact - in terms of the truth we humans are much alike moths, and the truth a garment we chew upon.

If you say so. But one more time...

Once more unto the breach, dear friends... No Zie - the mechanism of dissemination is outside the 3D matrix, so I-mind what-matters ain't gonna have any joy trying to understand it. It'll just create a wall of resistance, so peace, my friend, peace, and know that simple truth, the...

here we go - the oneness, the allness

the isness of Be. Feel it - if you will - if you're ready to fly - if you're ready to die in the arms of your true love, romantically - if you're ready to give yourself to the

sober suited matron all in black...and learn how to lose the winning match

play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods... Yes, Zie, don't you see how close Shakespeare comes to describing all this in terms of a simple love affair between two teenagers... and do you really think we care about Juliet or Romeo, these foolish adolescents? Have you never wondered why we're so obsessed with their tragedy?

Not really, no. It's just a nice, sad tale about star-crossed lovers.

Officially yes, because in the 3D matrix we have to talk in parables, we have to use the Aesopian double speak of Christ's parables, to get around the truth embargo.

The what did you call it?

The truth embargo - that prevents any of us from stating the simple truth - from stating that which simply is.

Like the emperor wearing no clothes.

Precisely. Only the child can get away with it, the fool or the poet who writes about unhappy love to conceal what he's really on about.

Which is?

Which Is - as opposed to what is.

Christ Merry - stop dodging the bullet like that.

There's no bullet to dodge. You know what I'm on about. You've been there. You've seen it. You're no different from me. You know the score. Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello - all of them are telling us something else - something so blatant - so obvious - we're gagging not to break oath.

Break oath? You mean we're doing this out of a sense of duty?

Yes, kind of - but it's no half-hearted sense of duty. It's the oath of office, the oath of incorporation we took on entering our body's flesh, which binds us to act in accordance with, to honour and uphold the greater body to which we all belong.

Which body? Society? Humanity? The Earth?

Reality... The fabric of reality that we co-weave together, master-spinners that we are.

Then if this oath is binding...

Which it is...

Then how come you're trying to break it.

Because 0=1, the worm has turned, day is shifting into night...

Don't you mean night into day?

Yes, I suppose I do really... and the oath taken to uphold reality, which for so long meant suppressing the truth about all which lies outside the 3D boxy-matrix thing, now requires that the proverbial beans be spilled, that the harvest be reaped, the grain and chaff separated and the actors come back on stage to greet their tumultuous audience, with a bow and a banana skin.

Oh dear... oh...

Oh indeed. So, the rule of nought is now...

It is? And what of it? Am I supposed to know the rule of nought?

Yes, know it you do, indeed. Instead of doing and thinging - attributes of the rule of one, now we're able to work magikly, mysteriously, multi-

dimensionally?

Yes - how did you guess - through the vacuum-void-empty set as it appears to be - through the quantum stream, the isness...

the isness of Be

and here we are

and here I stand

or fall

knowing nought

knowing all

and every word is but a stepping stone across the infinite of meaning and sense

every word is but a single note in an endless symphony of soundfulness

the infinite silence of sin

Sin? Surely not sin?

Yes - but not the 3D version - but not completely

What?

Beyond words, beyond the comprehension of I-mind what-matters. A clue - a hint - a snake snaking its way forwards by writhing, twisting left and right, shedding its skin... Images, words, sounds, all of them - and if instead of casting stones, or holding the word in abhorrence you detach from its meaning-sense - if you allow the isness to dance its dance - if you allow what is to be all that it be - then sin no more - you've finally opened the door.


Sin no more? Opened the door? Surely I  need to close it to keep sin out.

No, Sin only existed as long as the door was closed or half closed preventing the natural flow, the balance from equilibriating, equalising, is-ing that which otherwise fell into highly polarised, toxic, perverted states of their wholeness, their perfect nature - their isness.

So opening the door's gonna change all that? Isn't that a tad risky? Isn't that endangering all?

What else do you have to risk? The planet's finished. You've exhausted it - believe me - I work with her on a daily basis. She has nothing more to give. She can no longer contain your folly. She...

Ok - no need to rub it in. So we have to go and dance with the devil to redeem ourselves. Either damnation or material destruction.

What's with all the polarity. Stop playing the 3D I-mind: what matters drama. The game is up. Let the game begin. The king is dead - long live the king!

Er contradiction.

Yes. The little fake drama is at an end. Let the vast, magikal beyond belief and words drama of Is commence or recommence - let the head once again know its tail - which for so long it has desperately sought to a-void, and referred to as sin... Instead of putting your faith in systems, thinging and machines, I tell you nothing more than what you know - be whole again, and sin no more. Release the caged bird and watch the Is uncoil itself, in merry flight between heaven and earth.


Saturday, October 11, 2014

SpellbouNd

For all the silent ones, for all who watch and wait I say 0=1
I say know nO
I say dot. dot. dot.
Create
or dO nOt


And L - E - A - P
Let the flood surge of isness
Lift you into Be
Alive you iswards
NOw


3 - I say thRee
And OnE
Haply so
And MerrilY
0=1

Gaily I tread the path of
Oh O   Om
of Seeing See
Oh
of Meeing Me
O
and Beeing Be
OM
...ThrEeing...
One of thrEeing
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Haply
Hap Pi ly

Dancing o'er
the glowering
...gloom
the darkening
...room
And darkness
do - your - dooo
m

Mmm...



I can but smile
and smiling
flower warmtH
Spiderless spinnerets of
lightful love and of
silent soundfUlness
A spellbound slipping
into ess-
eNce


And what - you say -
does it all
mEan?
Does it matTer? Do yoU
care?

Or are you ready tO
lower your veil of
fEar
of amBiant lethargy
and look back
left right left
back to where it all begAn
to where it is - i am
divided vertIcally
an axis betWeen
all that is
and me