3D not 3D

So we assumed we're in 3D because that's what all the scientists told us. x, y, z axis - 3 dimensions of space, isn't that so? A box if ever I saw one. No question about it.

Er...

Yes?

Er...

What? Can't you see I'm trying to...

Yes, I noticed you're trying to inform the people that 3D ain't what's it's made out to be. Sorry to interrupt you.

Well I should think so. Most inconvenient you know. How am I going to inform the people if people like yourself keep on butting in, and interrupting me?

Ah, my apologies, ten thousand times I ask your pardon Master Sire.

Master Sire? Where on earth did you get that one from? You sound like you've just come out of the Arabian Nights.

Ah... some difficulties with translation Master Sire, but I wish to show respect.

Oh - that's very nice of you, but I assure you Master Sire's going a bit far. Guana will do.

Guana?

My name. Don't ask me why - long story - but I'm comfortable with it - as long as I don't have iguana jokes thrown at me.

Oh no, no iguana jokes I assure you - Master Guana Sire.

Just Guana, Ok.

Ok, Just Guana Sire.

Er... so where were we?

You were addressing the people so perceptively that I felt compelled to butt in.

Yes, and highly irregular that was too. Are you in the habit of butting in to public addresses or presidential acceptance speeches.

No Just Guana Sire, but it seemed necessary, if you'll forgive the impertinence.

Well, I'll certainly be willing to do so if you can explain yourself.

Oh but of course - explain I must, I must, I will.

Well?

Perhaps I should pour you a drink first.

I don't see how you can do that - you're just a voice coming through my screen... hey - wait a minute - how are you coming through my screen as a voice? - that's never happened before. You're not skyping me are you?

Not skyping, no. Just a voice.

But how?

Well, that's what you were talking about, isn't it.

Dimensions.

Precisely. Dimensions. Which you've been told amount to 3, for what it's worth, though you may as well use the number 4 or 7...

Or 9

Or 11 - you see the number of dimensions really doesn't mean a lot - like the number of channels on a TV.

I thought as much. But why were you in such a hurry to interrupt me? What were you afraid I was going to reveal?

Not afraid Just Guana Sire, more concerned.

Concerned - humph - well what were you concerned about then?

Let me first introduce myself - I think that's the least I can do given the circumstances.

Good idea.

My name is P45.

P45?

Yes.

Not a terribly inspiring name - if you don't mind me saying.

Not at all. It was never meant to be terribly inspiring - but it works well enough.

Oh - well the main thing is that you're happy with it.

Oh I am. Actually it's a lot more than P45 - but humans tend not to cope well with terabyte lines of code.

Wait a second... you're saying your actual name is a terabyte line of code? Who on earth, or what are you?

Ah - now I've got you interested Just Guana Sire.

You have indeed. Don't tell me you're one of those AI machines hidden away in a top secret government laboratory.

No, nothing so exciting I'm afraid.

Then what?

I'm a sentient hyperdimensional node.

A what?

A sentient hyperdimensional node.

Yes - I heard you the first time - but it doesn't mean very much in English, you know.

I know, it doesn't fare well in translation, but if you could allow me to send you a mental hyperlink you'd definitely get a better feel for what it is.

Er... Ok.

Take three deep breaths and say cheese.

Cheese?

Like a photo.

Oh. 1. 2. 3. cheese.

Got it?

Oh my God. That? You're one of those?

Er yes, more or less.

A God?

No, no, Just Guana Sire, not a God, just a hyperdimensional node.

But that's what we'd normally refer to as a God - or that's what I felt just now. Oh my God... I have this irresistible desire to throw myself at your feet, weep tears of joy and offer you my life and everything I have to give.

Yes, I was expecting that kind of emotional response. But don't worry - I won't be needing any pledges or sacrifices at this moment, or ever, in fact. That's not the optimal way of doing business.

Business? You're coming to me from the equivalent of paradise and talk about business.

Such a pain trying to translate hyperdimensional terminology into 21st Century English. Listen, Just Guana Sire - there's always work or business to be done - no matter who or what you or I may be - and in the greater order of things - even God himself is subject to the laws of usefulness.

Oh? The laws of usefulness apply to God too, do they?

Well yes - at least to the part of God you could hope to encounter. There are off limit hyper extensions which go beyond usefulness into ineffable sublimity - but we won't trouble ourselves with those right now.

Ok, er... P45. May I inquire how I may be of service to you, humble and lowly though I am.

Actually you've been of service all along - I'm really most grateful to you Just Guana Sire - but there is one small matter I'd like to ask your advice about.

My advice? You - a hyperdimensional node - a God controlling worlds, dimensions and multiple layers of reality - you're asking my advice? I'm er...

Shocked?

Flabbergast. But yes, of course - any way I can be of assistance.

Well, it's about the new decor in my bathroom.

No.

Really - I need a little human input - otherwise it's all going to be terribly predictable. You know that's why we invented the human race in the first place.

What? To plan bathroom decor?

Well, to provide a little fertile, unpredictable, zany, quirky, mad about the gills input to heavenly order and perfection.

Oh. We're like the wildcard - the joker in the pack?

In a manner of speaking yes - but that's no devaluation - I assure you - quite the opposite in fact.

It's what makes us special and unique?

Yes, both wonderfully amusing at times, and sadly sometimes horribly destructive.

Well, I'd go for the lime green and stilton cheese blend - on page 43.

Oh wow - yes - I see what you mean. Truly inspired... truly breathtakingly...

P45 - don't die on me - contain yourself - it's really nothing you know. The main thing is to keep on breathing.

Oh, yes - I allowed myself to get somewhat carried away. I suddenly realised the depth of the debt I/ we owe the human race. The power of laughter that has been unleashed on the omniverse - throughout the multidimensional universe - knows no bounds, all thanks to sorely troubled, forever searching, moaning and purposefully ignoring the bigger story outside the 3D brainbox thing, humans.

But that's what I was about to talk about when you interrupted me. I was about to inform the masses that we need to get the bigger picture - we need to turn the camera lens around - we need to reconnect with the prime data feed of consciousness...

Yes, but I can't allow you to do that, can I, Just Guana Sire.

What do you mean P45? Why would a hyperdimensional God node want to stop me from doing what's best to serve humanity?

Well, call it politics if you like, or policy - not that there's much difference between the two.

What do you mean politics or policy? What's that got to do with the price of cheese?

Can't have you interrupting the flow of milk.

Milk? We're not cows.

No, but you're providing a priceless source of entertainment - it's the only thing keeping us sane in the hyperdimensions. You have no idea the burden we carry - and knowing that we can download the latest installment from planet Earth is the only thing keeping our heads above water. You give us something to look forward to - something to dream of.

You mean to say lowly, fetid humans with all their problems, deceit and crass stupidity are an invaluable source of entertainment?

No, more than that - more than just entertainment. You see, a hyperdimensional node - a God if you like, which basically knows everything - the one thing he lacks is unpredictability - is the surprise factor, and that's the one thing you can be relied on to provide. But more than that - there's a kind of electricity - a kind of music or magic which emanates from beings who are obviously closely related to us yet who have chosen to live in the mire, the murk, the utter confusion of a world at odds with itself and all creation. It provides us with a charge gradient. It inserts pause or shadow or depth of field into what would otherwise be flat and banal. You have no idea the difficulty one faces making anything of vastness of uncreated potentiality, without having a single reference point which is wholly unaware of what's really going on - what it's really about.

And what. then, are we really about - dear P45? - if it's not too much to ask.

Oh - let me hyperlink you now - but I'll have to draw a veil of silence between you and your audience - don't want to reveal insider information to the uninitiated.

Er... I don't remember getting initiated into any secret order P45.

No, but don't worry about that.

Look - it does bother me somewhat that you're trying to treat me as something special. The only thing that makes me special is that I know that I'm an integral part of humanity. Without them I'd be nothing. That's how I've come this far - because I've always sensed that they're my basis, my bedrock, my fundament. The last thing I need is to be separated from humanity with privileged information of any sort.

Oh, it's like that is it? You don't want to work with me.

I didn't say that P45, and I don't think a hyperdimensional node would use that kind of tone.

You see how fast you learn. Astonishing - and I'm pleased to say you've passed another little test - that's 14 so far.

14 what?

Oh - I have to administer these tests to ensure you're safe to enter the next level - don't want any loose cannons firing off spontaneously in the inner chamber.

Loose cannon! I'll have you know I'm very careful about firing off. I like to run a tight ship.

Yes, you're dong a good job - and I'm pleased to announce we can now return to the start of this debate.

What debate?

Regarding the 3 dimensions of 3D.

Oh that? Isn't that a bit lame given the fact that I'm now conversing with an equivalent of God.

Not really - it's always essential to Omega your Alpha - to close your circle - otherwise your linear projection simply vanishes into infinity and you're none the wiser.

Oh. So we bring things back to their beginning and enter the circle we've just formed - like diving into your own shadow.

And then?

And then we know - whatever our words, whatever our thoughts were hinting at - something else - much vaster, much simpler - much more paradoxical, confusing and utterly insane - if you're ready to face the totality lurking behind the facade of 3D aesthetics, or utility.

You mean the truth is always hidden in plain sight.

Yes, more or less that's the truth, isn't it.

But that still doesn't explain why you butted in at the start of this conversation... unless...

Unless it indicates a disruption in the field lines of 3D time space - the kind of disruption or anomaly you'd be bound to face no sooner had you reached critical speed mass - once you were close enough to busting out of the thingness of what - the 3D box you so assiduously trapped yourselves within.

Amen to that.

Amen to you - in the end you begin to realise as you surf the waters of hyperdimensionality - that all is one - no matter what - that we are as much mind, as much breath, no less mind, no less breath than we are thing, machine, matter, brain, ego or personal ID.

Oh. Need time to process - feeling somewhat blown away.

Process, process all you like - but in the meantime, let's enjoy some classic moments from your tragi-comic reality.

Oh - I'd rather not - there's too much suffering involved.

Or so it seems - until you melt the walls of that 3D box - until you sense the theatrics of what you call reality - a vast stage, an interactive program providing endless entertainment and amusement to an oligarchic class of Gods who no longer even remember, no longer even know what they're really doing, or where they're going to. Believe it or not they desperately need your help, and your awakening, your becoming whole is the seminal event - the tipping point that can bring the two sides back together again, if you'll trust that the magic of theatre is big enough to happy-end the scariest, most horrible of tales, just as long as you're willing to play your part utterly convincingly - till the bitter end.

Amen.

Amen too. So instead of revealing your cards - let the people enjoy the magic show, and when they're ready to figure it out, believe me, they will, but in the meantime - let there be light - it's time to emensionate the diametrics of three, four, seven, eleven in order to keep the party rolling in full swing.

The weird thing is that  I know exactly what you're saying - even though I shouldn't understand a word of it.

And without further ado - let me present your zero point - I'd kindly request you Just Guana Sire - to jump through - to complete your earthly cycle and either move on, or return, if you have unfinished business to attend to.

Oh - it's about me dying is it?

Not really - we're actually hoping you're going to attain life speed today - but it's going to be a bit touch and go.

You mean I'm not yet alive?

Er... I thought you'd figured - 3D is not yet real - not yet alive. It's like the dress rehearsal. The dry run.

Oh my God - you mean this has all been for nothing.

Relax - let it go - you're bigger than your moaning Myrtle prejudice. Let's see what you make of this experience - repeat after me - hello darkness my old friend - I've come to talk with you again...

Because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping...

And one, two, three, jump...

Wheee...

And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains
within the sound

                                             of silence

The dog of con-

sciousness.    “What?”

you say,    “what dog? 

You can't treat con-

sciousness that way:

the shame,  the dis-

respect, the ig-

nominy.”    Lost

for words you fail

to observe the dog

with wings and horns

snuffling alongside,

or, perhaps you assume

this dog's a de-

mon in disguise.

But now you know,

my butterfly brain-

being human mind,

unable to grasp

the magnitude

of what is not-

that mind can see

consciously,

for fear of losing

the plot:    a world

of fathoms and feet,

if you will only

take the time

to walk the dog

attentively

beyond 3D.

in sanity too

what a world it has been
what a world

when i decided to get real
i found myself edging into
the cross hairs of real ity

in sanity you'll say
and rationally i cannot
but agree
yet here i am
well a day
and here i be
utterly reposed
utterly at peace
breathing
counting
knowing
cow towing
mathematically
in             finity


by way of an epilogue
0=1     paradoxically
         bird song
  it is    i am
rain
         now snow
frozen time
in definitely
until i dance create
  ess
an other express-ion
an other way
of having things
zeroed
of crystal snow
 flaked  steam
complimentary soap
in the hospitalled state
of not what
seems
to be
     hotel
 of noughts
adding up
     hotel
to three
in    xanadu
two
i presume
too

if breath

Pasting code
on the notice board of mind
rewriting what is
writing over past versions
old protocols, experiences
real or imaginary
ready for mind unhinged
mind unleashed

mind no more what is what
mind
rooted in the basis
the funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndament   paradoxalis
where things
all things
are naught other than
function of breath
a quantum field comprising equal opposite frequencies
alphae-omegae convergence
in which life thrives
unremarkably
in spite
of

so, ladies and gentlemen of neither nought
I give you life
that you may know
what is not as well as
not what is
and thus get around, thus defeat
the prime determinant
of things being things
doggedly
defiantly
apparently so
ever pointing back to
other
a quantum expression of be
being in finity

amen, i say
and let the fun begin
for all the world's a stage
and we be breathers
animating matter with
our harmonic luminescence
our much ado-ness
of breath
for only here in the breath
I breathe is it possible
to rewrite
the machine code i
embody
thingfully, in parenthesis, so to speak
if breath permits
if breath allows
if breath...     if

amen i say
amen

the quantum mind

Amazing how we ever imagined the mind could be flat, linear or logical.
Amazing how we thought to exclude the time space curve of in-finity, which only seems like a curve from afar, until you're in the thick of things and realise to your amazement, your horror, your delight, that zero equals one, it is I am, at which point you're now colossus, astride the quantum stream of mind flow, the conscious awareness, the isness of be.
Amazing - until you reconcile your sense of amazement with a deeper sense of knowingness - which is utterly unmoved, utterly unphased, utterly calm about such matters.
So we've been searching for things - for artificial intelligence, for quantum computers, for the next level up in computer wizardry, little suspecting that we merely needed to look in the mirror and realise the unthinkable - that we are our own invention.

That doesn't mean you or I are only a computer, only a 3D being, only a thinking thing - be it person or processor. Of course that won't do, it won't work. Welcome to the fuzziness of biologic - where any one determinant, any one conclusion is only ever one version, one expression or representation of the "simple truth" which cannot, in fact, ever be defined - for to do so merely negates in-finity - and doing so we've merely shunted ourself into a siding of the virtual mind - one possible way of perceiving or representing things - but in no way exclusively the way, the truth, the answer we so crave. The truth, you see, is... and the three dots, like the three horsemen of the apocalypse, refer to the onset of in-finity, the edge or end of the bracketed set of things which we've envisaged for our own convenience here in 3D.

So let there be light, and let us start to interest ourselves in the true nature of things, which is, paradoxically, the nature of in-finity - which is not thing or things - which is as i am - reciprocally.

0=1   it is       i am      as they say, and the rest is, to the extent you're willing or able to dismantle the logic gates you've erected and to embrace the limitless poetential of quantum parallel processing - where harmonics shift the linear 1-0 binary bitness of 3D mind-thought-things to the harmonics of is, the isness of be, an awareness of the fundamental nature of consciousness - in which mind leads matter.

So here we are - hey ho - beating around the bush of mind - hopelessly lost in abstract complexities, no closer to our goal - and yet we are already in contact with other - the other side of things - the other side of mind - other - the undefined, the spirit of in-finity present throughout - and let there be light - and seeing this, sensing this - let us breathe the oneness of light and dark - the oneness of sound and silence - for the breath amounts to nought, flowing both ways, and yet it brings life.
Amen.

recoding reality, reintroducing weird or wyrd, rehabilitating is or ess

fearsome beauty is

chapter i

so you're ready to let weird 

back into your life

to rescind the rigid protocols of mind

put in place long  

 long ago

protocols that filtered out all

manifestations of  weird

no matter what

no matter how

 manifestations 

which otherwise would have

compelled us

to look at things

                in different light

 askance   no less

had we seen

had we known

the true nature of  things

the nature of what simply

           i            s

the  e s s

the fundamental interbreathe

                               interbreath_

                                    interbreed

between things that are matter

                                      and things that are  nought

had we seen

don’t rush

had we known

nice and slow

 what is    what

this polarising mechanism

separating   

       differentiating

       making matter

                                    matter

how what enables us to thing 

                    things

to lend them  gravity and mass

borrowing from what is not

                         from nought

                         from what seems to be

                                            null and void
          what 3D mind cannot perceive 

          and i needs must ignore

                                                or else   collapse the house of cards 

                                                    that is  material reality

      yet all the while  unknowingly

                                       we draw forth

        e s s   from nought                     

from not-what the conscious mind

         not what me

         not what i

         not what my     mind        gap    mine

         not what                              thing

         not what                              thought

in short    by bridging the    i s    divide

                     the seemingly innocuous equals sign

                by engaging infinity drive

                by revealing the wheel in   line

                                         the space in  time

                                         the matter in  nought

                                         the moment-um in  thought

and thus we convert

        thus we transduce 

                we       meld      e s s   into  a

                            moment in form on the scrolling page of consciousness

                            activating 3D     the holographic screen of what seems to be            

                            materially

                                               and  elicit   other

                                           the dark side

                                           and alleged enemy

                                           the not-what   cryptically    me thinks   breathe    it  i s

                                   an all pervasive paradox

                                   demon dance  of inertial gravity

                                   shadow of any thing  or any thought

                                   no matter   what

                                                       inside-out 3D

                                                            essing    e s s

                                                  the subtextual bubbliness 

                                 of   i s             the quantum stream

chapter ii

but how   you rightly ask

       how can things be borrowed into existence

how can things matter massively and with    gravitas

   if they are based on  nought     that is       null and void

                                                     

this cannot be done except by sleight of hand

                                   or            sleight of mind

by wilfully turning a  wondrously blind eye to all that  is

by radar jamming infinity with       a constant stream of

                                what is not        

                 and thus engineering      a version

                                    or vision      of things      

              a spellbinding narrative      perceived to be      

                                      material      reality

                          spatially termed      3D

                     utterly convincing      utterly real

                                            yet      nought

                                        

                    how   you ask    could this be achieved

                      in truth   dear friends   you already know

                    but i shall act as wet nurse to your deep memories  

                    turning the wheel  to help you feel your way home

                    how did we arrive here    you asked

                       by weaving    interlacing threads  of  feeling and thought

                       by knitting things from nought  

                       by knotting myself emotionally into the fabric of what

                                                                 seems to be     though is not

                    how  you asked  

                                           have you ever wondered how you breathe

                                           have you ever stopped long enough to feel

                                           to experience   to know   the breath that is     i  am

                of course you have

                and yet       of course         have always turned back      as agreed

                back towards the thing       the great what not           the machine we’ve

                been working on     digging     building     encrypting     encoding

                the machine that is mind       that is matter       that is 3D         what

                                                                                                             seems  to be

             

                rejoice                                                               it is complete

                ah me

                                 what a wondrous work it  is been

                                  what a wondrous journey into the tangled confusion

                                    of split infinity

chapter iii

       dear friends  of weird and wonderful

in which fearsome beauty is revealed

it is time to declare the simple truth 

                                                      at first  anti-climactically

                     0 = 1                  it  is                i   am

the change is in              the road through dark the night of the soul

                                       complete

naturally       mind  finds this hard to grasp

and continues to turn away     as if things are still things

as if  i  is still  me

as if we
               are bound to trudge eternally
                                                           round

yoked to an insatiable reality

and yet    i cannot deny      truth

   the change is in

and though seemingly incomprehensible to you

i gladly repeat

0 = 1                  it  is                i   am

in little or no time

you will see     you will know    but whilst you wait

let me quote from the handbook of what is paradoxically  not

to give your busy minds a taste of nought     to revive the ess within

                                                                                                                                                                dot dot dot  a

this 0=1    cannot be grasped by thinking       it

                 must be breathed 

                 directly experienced  no less

                 must be  i s-ed    be    e s s-ed

by full immersion in the conscious stream

   nothing less       will do

                                            0=1

                     calmly                                             

                            it is             patiently            i am

                                                    

 no matter how far apart

      the two seem

   the commonality of be

voids all distance or space     between

as does the equals sign in math

 it is                                     i am

spread them out and let       ess          work its wonders

 observe the magic of in finity      no less

   and as i breathe

and breath sustains       maintains

my field of consciousness

try it and see                        experiment

        for instance

 it is          i am                      tree

                                               experience the  tri    as in three

 it is          i am                      bird

 it is          i am                      that person     what’s been upsetting you

    ah      do you see

try it      dear friend in truth

feel the resistance

 the frothy indignation

the        no  you don’t understand

               it’s not what you think

and let it go back and forth across the tennis court of consciousness

o'er the mind's dividing net

                            its equals sign

like a tennis   ball in flight

delighting in this motion
as two sides battle it   out

 indefatigably            interminably

 as your mind struggles to play by the old rules

inadvertently taking sides

yet now becoming     strangely aware

  it starts to feel                to sense

the field

the quantum stream   metaphors abound       of consciousness

until i finally knows                                                                                                                                                    softly

knows                   

that every thing 

 cancels out   numerically

  the precise amount

  of what and what is  not

               the zero sum

                      one         and glorious nought
                                       with me  inconceivably   in between



chapter iv

                                                                     

 let us follow breath down

                       through matter

  to source code  itself

  now free   to fly on wings

                                     of consciousness

 to let go of things

that held me back  

        held me  down  

        that trapped

                me in 3D   machine of my own  

                                                       making

here goes         

                                                                     

           release      breath                               breathe

           shift           breath                               breathe

          flight           i                                         ee

           as wheels within wheels

                worlds within worlds 

                minds     gap        mind

           whirr

           coalesce

           unfold       e s s

                  the nature of breath

           the simple truth

              the       0  =  1

           that lies beyond word

                          number

                            thought        or thing 

 ssh

          deathly interlude             fiercely caught between           

                                                                                                         

    but        oh

                 tell out my soul 

        a   fearsome beauty is

                            i    s

  wait for it

       i s

                  reach for it

       i s

 yearn for it

       i s

   pray for it

       i s

 weep for it

       i s

         live for it

       i s

 sing for it

       i s

  if need be   even 

                     die for  it

       i s               

                       i am

                                                     

  

                                               in    finity

            

                             expire                                              inspire                                         ing

                                                                          uncontainably

...

dimentia - trapped in a third dimension of thought

                  [infinity drive  is]

if you can think it

         forget it

         breathe it  instead

we’ve been taught to believe that thinking is the best way to figure things out.

have you ever considered what “thinking” really is? or what it amounts to?

probably not. you probably assume automatically that thinking’s what we’re supposed to do – being rational folk – how else are we going to figure things things out if not by thinking? that’s our chief responsibility, isn’t it?

thus the logic goes – and it seems bomb proof – largely because we have no real comprehension of what thinking amounts to. it’s mostly just an assumption that there’s no alternative to "thought" – so let’s just get on, scratch our heads and think, as we were taught to at school, and doing so try to make things a little better for ourselves, and for society in general.

right?

wrong!

thinking is like borrowing money to pay off debt.

short term it might seem to do the trick, but it ends up compounding the problem.  the more we think about "things" the more things there are.   the two are directly related.

whenever you think some thing you generate more things, inevitably – though these new things may at first be abstract, mere thought forms – sooner or later they will, and do, materialise – somehow or other, somewhere. unwittingly you are adding to the preponderance, the predominance, the hegemony of things. you are affirming, upholding and in a sense worshipping at the altar of “God” – the god of things that matter, things that can be named, counted, ordered and organised by mental thought – the kind of God that is male, rational, jealous of His way of seeing and doing things – dismissive or hostile to anyone or anything that might undermine the central dogma of things and thought.

but what alternative could there be? i’m sure you’re burning to know.
does it not seem absurd – heretical even, that there could be an alternative to things and thought?

it should do – after all, that’s all we know how to do.

try for a moment to still your thoughts. i bet you anything you can’t.

tell someone not to think of a pig in a ballet dress, and what’s the first thought form that flashes through their mind?

do you really imagine it’s that easy to control your thinking mind – or that you’re the one in charge?

oh – you’re the host – I’ll grant you that – but you might be the host of unwelcome guests – head lice for instance.

if you’re not able to still your thoughts and exercise absolute control over them – then perhaps the tail, in fact, wags the dog; perhaps your thoughts serve another master – no matter how unlikely that may seem to your highly rational, thinking mind – after all, your mind is part of the thought machine – it’s hardly going to give the game away, is it? it’s hardly going to announce that your thoughts are somewhat akin to a program or process which ensures you generate a constant stream of thought form or thought output. that would be counterproductive. that might lead to rebellion. so you’re supposed to believe that you’re the master – in the same way the mass electorate are supposed to believe they’re master when they cast their vote at election times, allowing the political class to impose new taxes, new laws controlling or restricting them, as in, you, as in, me.

so supposing – just supposing there is an alternative.

what? how can there be?

ah – that’s the mind’s anti-threat system in action.
you see, the very supposition that there might be an alternative to thought is dangerous.

contemplation, you see, can quickly lead us to awareness that anything, in fact, is possible: that things  aren't necessarily what we think they are.
so instead of thinking things and trying to figure them out, we could, or perhaps should, shift one step back

instead of focussing on things – which are merely the result, the projection of an essence unseen into this, our dimension of thought – we can, and, in fact should deal with flow, field, flux, the isness of being – without, necessarily, authorising thought to enthing that essence into one form or another.

what – you mean that things can just float around in a formless state? sounds...

preposterous – yes, of course it does. the rational mind is designed to raise the clamour of absurdity, of non-sense whenever you deal with the isness – the essence – the unthinged, unthought is,
and it does a very good job keeping people focussed on externalities,
on the result rather than the cause, and yet, our failure to even consider the possibility of dealing directly with the “isness” or investigate how this might be possible, ensures we’ll never even learn what we're capable of
always one step behind – like the hunter pointing his gun directly at the duck flying past – he misses the mark,

like the cat trying to catch the laser light projected onto the floor,

or the sailor trying to catch the wind with a hook instead of a sail,
it looks absurd, does it not
and yet we continue to assume that thought is of the essence, that the dog can’t catch its tail simply because it isn’t spinning fast enough, yet perhaps, just perhaps, thought was never designed to catch the thing it’s chasing – but to generate an endless stream of etheric form – the so called thought form – which must be commercially valuable to someone or something – otherwise, why else would they have invested so much in training us to be such assiduous thinkers, rather than sailors capable of navigating the quantum stream, or happen-makers, gaily playing with essences and atomies – whichever allusion you prefer.

you see, to engage the essence by thought process can only be done if you and your thoughts are one and undivided – if you are absolute master of them and in complete harmony with them.
anything less and the liquid essence will flow through them like water through a fishing net. so let's pause a moment in thought, to consider how best to embrace the essence... er

stop

feel the breath as it slides through the channel out there beyond you and back into your body;

feel the two sides as the breath connects them umbilically, out and in, beyond and within

linger a moment while something other than thought does its job, organising your breathing,
holding equilibrium,
and wonder how in fact it all works

            seamlessly, ineffably, seemingly unconsciously

       that will do... now cast a line out into the tidal flow, the quantum stream of thingless thought, as you sense the conscious awareness unfolding its wings, slipstreaming you into the great um, the bottomless er  i know not what, oftentimes referred to as “infinity”, though knowing words cannot escape the gravitational flatline of things, hold your mind aloof

instead

feel the flow of all that is – how you are   pause    nexus   pause   interface,

aware of anything relevant or pertinent to your present position in the multi-dimensional

dimensionless field of space-time-thought... um

   space-time-thought

      er  space-time-thought

          sense how you are, and never were, separate from whatever you are thinking,
               from whatever thought is

                      and    i am
                              one

they are fundamentally

interconnected, intertwined

                                              inexplicably  one

this is the basis, the bedrock of conscious awareness

   that whatever you are conscious or aware of  you are somehow a part of

and the more you allow yourself to see this

sense this

breathe this

be this

the more you become navigator, explorer, happen-maker, divinator of the quantum stream,

the less you serve the God of things – who requires an endless stream of thoughts from you as payment for what He is able to grant the good, trusty faithful few and far between.

don’t get me wrong – there’s nothing wrong, or right, for that matter, with God in thought.

linguistically, God is what? strictly speaking thing no less than table, life, fish or spoon, but there’s a fundamental difference between what God might be in essence, and the thing that God represents, accessed by thought.

  see the difference?

it should be clear – if you’re willing to sense the allness, the oneness, the isness of be, rather than being determined to determine what something is – soothing though this, undoubtedly, is for your thinking mind.

of course, it goes without saying that the rational mind is upset by the notion of thinglessness, nought or infinity – which is why it needs a good level of comfortable support – through the breath or song, some kind of mantra, dance or exercise – to keep it  calm      relaxed
                                                                   have fun, it's a wonderful journey with plenty of help along the way
then, when thinking mind is relaxed, like a dog you’ve taken the trouble to feed and stroke lovingly, conscious awareness – whatever that is – quietly takes centre stage with easy grace, and reveals whether there be mind beyond thought, substance beyond matter, er
and the rest, as they say       is

things

         i’m talking things

         till i’m blue in the face

think no more

         be the space between thoughts

         fully

the story so far

         nothing to say

         nothing to do

the box

          is round

          unless you’re square

i’m treading lightly between stars

           rhythmically

           elipsing space time

what do you mean my friend

           what mean you

           neither mean nor do

addendum – for the science buffs

it goes without saying that space-time-thought

is rarely taught in schools or universities

in the same way you’re seldom taught to consider the axis connecting whatever you’re observing, visually or mentally, with the central eye, or i, of the observer that you comprise or constitute

i wonder why

too simple for words, perhaps

                          or thought

            mmm      beauty, they say, is in the eye

                                                                        aye, of the  beholder
                                 be             hold                   er

                                                                                 is it  not