prime time whym

      

Merry, you can't do that!

Do what?

Saunter in and abolish prime numbers.

Abolish?  Who said anything about abolishing them?

I seem to recall you stating that they're all divisible by other numbers.

Only where in-finity is concerned.

Precisely. Surely you realise that statements like that are beyond the pale.

Beyond the what?

The pale: unacceptable, indecent, unseemly...

absurd?

absurd,  and actually offensive.

Oh I really excelled myself this time, did I not?

This is hardly a joking matter.

I know, but I don't see what I can do. The truth is indeed, sometimes, rude, even indecent, no matter how vehemently I tell it to behave itself. It doesn't respect our compartmentalisations.

Our what?

Oh you know -- the way we divide things up and organise knowledge, ideas, data by compartments rather than keeping it all in one mega data pool of all that is.

Merry, you're attempting to shift the blame. Regardless of how we compartmentalise data, it's still monstrous to suggest prime numbers are anything but prime. You might as well say a table can be just as easily a fish or a chair. These boundaries are sacrosanct.

Absolutely - otherwise 3D would collapse and you'd have nothing but chaos.

So?

So what?

So - you've contradicted yourself.

I have?

Obviously. You've just admitted that you're statement leads to chaos - that it's inadmissible.

Oh - that's what you mean.

Excuse me?

I was trying to understand how you meant I was contradicting myself.

Well it's self-evident isn't it. You can't have chaos and order, can you.

No?

Obviously. Not at the same time.

Look Zie - if we observe nature around us - we're always going to see examples of chaos and order moving hand in hand - like the water flowing in a river, the waves striking a shoreline, the wind blowing and weather fronts in the atmosphere. Look within yourself and any organism and you'll see the same - at every level - cellular, brain waves, blood glucose levels, you name it.

What are you getting at Merry? Just because nature has a certain degree of chaos...

a certain degree? Where did you get that notion from? Either it's chaos or it isn't. Besides - do you really imagine you can have order without chaos, or chaos without order? Do you not see that the relationship between the finite and in-finity is fundamental, whether the rational mind is comfortable with apparently contradictory paradox or not.

So you're now saying that the compartmental boundaries are not sacrosanct - that a chair might as well be a table, that 13 might as well be 7, or somehow divisible?

I suppose I am - but honestly - I wish you wouldn't take it all so seriously. We're never going to get anywhere if you insist on being so serious about things - especially words. The next thing, you'll be trying to define them I expect.

Well I don't see how we're going to get things straight in our minds, how we're to get to the bottom of things if we're not serious about it.

True.

True?

True - you don't see - which is an honest admission - but I do.

You do?

Yes of course. We're going to start by having a little fun, adding a little humour to the discussion, turning things on their head and accepting that nothing is quite what it seems - especially things as categorical as prime numbers. Surely you can see Zie, that they're teasing you - encouraging you to be categorical yourself - to ignore the fact that all things are in fact, to a certain extent relative - even prime numbers.

!!? To a certain extent? How on earth can you quantify the extent to which prime numbers are "relatively so"? I've never heard such nonsense in all my life.

Neither have I, when you put it that way. It sounds ridiculous doesn't it - and yet I don't see how we can get around it.

Around what?

The fact that things get dreadfully out of step when we start to consider in-finity - especially when we do so without a sense of humour and humility.

Oh - it's humility now, is it?

Yes, I believe that too is an important part of the equation. Without humility we tend to take ourselves too seriously, and our prime numbers become even more prickly, rigid and self-absorbed.

You're talking about them Merry as if they're alive.

Well yes, I suppose I am.

Don't you think you should avoid giving them human qualities - let's try to be scientific, objective...

We can try but it's not going to get us very far.

What do you mean?

As soon as we start using anything - even numbers - they become an extension of our mind, our conscious awareness, they take on a life of their own. We can make them heavy and intractable if we treat them with too much reverence, if we essentially deify them, or we can keep them in a healthy natural relationship with everything else - if we bear in mind the limitations of the 3D paradigm.

Er...

You see your difficulty lies in the assumption that there's nothing beyond 3D - that in-finity is merely a mathematical concept which crops up now and then and is somehow containable.

Er...

Which is understandable - as that's the defining bias within the 3D system we're presently investigating so enthusiastically.

Er...

In order to make this 3D thing work we had to essentially wed ourselves to it mind, body and soul. It wasn't enough to do it merely intellectually. We had to essentially commit ourselves to being 3D creatures, even if it killed us - which sooner or later it invariably did - for that way we really succeeded in making it work - in achieving a critical mass, a massiveness to our 3D.

Which in fact it lacks, you're saying?

Which it has as long as we remain massively committed to upholding, sustaining it - with mind, body and soul, for the purpose of continuing the experiment.

I'm not sure I like you referring to this reality as "an experiment". It makes it sound somewhat two dimensional - like we're just testing a hypothesis.

Agreed. It does sound somewhat offensive - but words are never quite going to fit either way when you're stepping outside the frame and considering the paradigm itself. That's why we need a little humour or humility. Failing that we require a romantic sense of adventure - a passionate desire to journey beyond the evidently absurd limits of what 3D presents itself as. Once we get excited about confronting the simple, obviously absurd sounding truth, no matter what, no matter how - then we reach escape velocity - then our plane takes to the air - then we finally get to see how all those contradictions in fact make perfect sense - once we're able to un-dimensionalise.

Un-dimensionalise?

De-compartmentalise - to go beyond the compartments, to dissolve them without necessarily destroying them - for otherwise we'll ourselves get hopelessly lost in in-finity.

And you think you can do that?

No.

Oh.

Thinking you can do something is never enough. You have to feel it, and feeling it you start to know you can do it - and then you figure out how.

Oh.

And you've figured it out?

It's already figured out - like I said - nature itself is full of examples of chaos and order co-existing in easy collaborative harmony.

Oh.

The only thing stopping us from seeing the above and learning the lessons is our rational mind - which is compulsively committed to serving and perpetuating the existing paradigm - the status quo.

Oh.

So, screw it.

Uh?

Screw it - add a little twist - a little rotation, a little spin, flare, torque - a little poetry in motion. That way we get back to considering dynamic systems co-integrating, coalescing, harmonising howsoever nature itself can and does.

Weak Merry. Nice sounding words Merry, but nothing substantial.

Absolutely. Nothing whatsoever - but therein lies the rub.

It does?

Absolutely - in no-thing whatsoever.

Er...

No-thing - in the absence of thingness, the fading away of things, the deconsolidation of thing.

Oh God.

In the relationship between thing and me, between mind and matter, between er...

Er?

er... one

er... two

er... three

bite sized packets of in-finity

You're not making sense Merry - can you try to speak more clearly.

Absolutely - just as soon as we've transitioned no-thing whatsoever. Hold on Zie - we'll be through ni a minute or two but it's going to feel a bit weird.

Oh dear - I don't like the sound of this.

Courage Zie - be of courage... one... er... two... er... three...

by the way Zie, you'll find the manual over there on the shelf

oh thanks

you'll have to dance your way over there - straight lines don't really work up here - try to relax and enjoy the process - then you'll figure it out - try not to be impatient - time is not really a factor - in fact - time or those impatient feelings of time pressing down - the urge, the need to rush, to get there, to finish what you're doing - these are part and parcel of life in 3D but don't cut here. Think of it as moving forwards on ice. Pushing your foot backwards as you normally do won't generate forward thrust. You need to move obliquely. you need to accept the multi-directionalness of things - you're doing fine - and amazingly - from a 3D perspective you're now flying through a wall in your study and fading out of matter - apparently rising up wispily into the sky over that purported cherry tree, to the extent that any thing can be thought to thing.

Oh

indeed. Oh

mmm - I like this - it feels so full, so complete, so...

mmm, yes, so natural

chaos in order

interdivisible primes

ah

ahhhh

who would have thought that dancing could be so...

feelingful

so whymy whym

indeed

prime numb ers

did 

i men-

tion that

with in-

finity

there are

no prime

numbers

each being

divisible

by any

other

absurd though

this may

seem

for what

in fact

are num-

bers when

you can nei-

ther de-

termine

 flow dir-

ection nor

time of day

without

imposing

your own

personal

point of view

your locus

materialis

on things

sing

friends

sing to the

stars and moon

let the sun awake

and shine de-

spite the fact you

cannot state

numerically

a value

other than

reflections

of the span

of your nose

and eye-

brows

if truth be

told

cuckoo la la

correctly

describes

sci-

entifically

this

apparent

break in the

fabric

of reaso-

nubbliness

the e-

nd

feedback loop

what if each of us

is our own self 

organising

intelligent

feedback loop

what if in-

finity is

no less than what-

ever can con-

ceivably be

thought

what if 0

=1

what if i

and you be-

tween us

make be

nought

the perfect re-

positary

for every it-

eration

time can yield

in finitings

of broken thread

dead by

conviction

until i decon-

structs its

very own id-

iocy and

re-

discovers quan-

tum inde-

terminacy

what if

skies and birds 

what if 

 eye nose

mouth and

bodyness all

reveal the in-

ner workings of

mind is

code for 

f-

or

fl-

oor

 or

fl-

or-

a

flower-

y

1

 2

2

1 

.

3

apparently not

in-finity is

not what  

you th-     

ink

it is           

                      

              .                        

give me 73 thousand zeros

and I'll give you

a bicycle made of

time

said Austin Ruddlethwaite

impishly

between two

      and nine

             point taken ,

0i

1s

the end - don't try this at home

Do I have to?

Not if you don’t want to.

Phew. I’ve never been particularly into death.

Me neither, but this isn’t really about death Zie.

No? You could have fooled me.

More about liberating the life force within you.

By jumping off a cliff? I don’t think so.

Like I said, things have changed since you were born. Your reality is no longer what it was.

So you think I’m now suddenly able to fly?

No. You’re no more able to fly now than you ever were.

Then what on earth are you proposing I jump off a cliff for?

Liberation.

Liberation? Sounds like a funny sort of way to achieve liberation. I think most people would call it derangement or suicide.

Yes, that would have been a reasonable description in the past, but like I said, things have moved on.

So, not being able to fly, I’m going to be liberated by plunging to the ground and splatting myself into bloody pulp?

I’m not suggesting you do anything I wouldn’t do myself, Zie.

So go ahead then. Kill yourself.

Ok, but it works best if you go first.

I bet it does.

Nothing like a bit of blind trust, is there?

Or blind stupidity. Perhaps you could remind me of the physics involved before I decide to immolate myself.

Sure Zie. Since we entered the new paradigm, a few years ago, you’re no longer bound by space-time physicality. That’s why you’ve all spent so long playing around with the internet and getting used to the idea of virtual space. It’s a cut and paste generation which recognises that things can be stored anywhere and retrieved at will. The same is true of you and me. But we won’t figure it out fully until we give the system the chance to show what its capable of – how it now operates.

So we’ve been upgraded, you’re saying?

Precisely. You’re no longer in fact bound by space or time – though these appear to be determinants until you get round to questioning and challenging their primacy.

Well if this is true Merry – how come there aren’t more people discussing this new found freedom? You’d think half the world would have cottoned onto it by now.

Many have.

Many? How many is many?

Oh – several million.

Several million individuals are no longer bound by space or time.

Affirmative.

They can just jump off a cliff and fly away.

Not exactly fly – but once the ground is gone – you’re basically in hyperspace – or quantumised, if you know what I mean.

No, can’t say I do.

Oh come on Zie – it’s the old particle wave dichotomy. You can be and are both – as long as you detach yourself from observation.

And standing on the earth, in your opinion, is the same as being observed.

In a manner of speaking – yes. As long as you’re safely attached to something or other you tend automatically to see yourself in terms of that thing – as a part of it – or as an adjunct or attachment to it.

So in the few brief seconds before I smash into the ground – 240 feet below – you think I can achieve some kind of enlightened quantum awareness – thus dissolving the 3D field lines?

Yes, I do. Look Zie, instead of endlessly talking about it – why not just give it a go. What have you got to lose?

What have I got to lose!? I... I’m speechless Merry. People don’t just dissolve into thin air you know. They fall and it hurts.

Not if they jump from a fatal height.

Oh Christ – I’m talking with a madman.

Look Zie, just trust me for once. It’s going to be fine. The alternative is much worse.

What do you mean?

Your world’s currently collapsing in on itself. It’s gone beyond the point of no return. It’s going to get uncomfortable, to say the least.

So jumping’s a big improvement – is it?

Yes. Jumping’s like agreeing to embrace the truth, the light...

The death at the end of the tunnel. I happen to enjoy being alive Merry. I was planning on living till a ripe old age – and you want me to throw it all away – just because you’re able to dematerialise, and figure the rest of humanity should be able to do likewise.

I’m no different from you.

Not true.

Once you’ve made the leap – you’re exactly where I am.

Which is?

Neither here nor there, back in black – the wonderful state of quantum indeterminacy. Finally, gloriously engaging three – the third, once again.

Once again? You mean we’ve been here before?

Of course you have. How could you doubt it?

Er – no one’s ever told me about this before. Why on earth am I supposed to take it on trust...

Take nothing on trust. Simply do the maths. Zero equals one. What more do you need. In-finity is. Not what seems.

Oh please – stop throwing mind numbing slogans at me. This isn’t some kind of weird suicide cult, by any chance, is it?

This is about realising what life really is, what life really means. It’s about catching the wave – and surfing it back into a meaningful relationship with in-finity – with all that is – rather than cowering from the storm of material things under the lintel of perfectly rational fear.

So I’m supposed to just ignore “perfectly rational fear” am I?

No, you’re not.

Then what?

Try this for size... Merry is gone, vanished without warning – causing an excruciating reaction in Zie’s mind and body. A silent scream of non-acceptance: this shouldn’t be. It makes no sense. It undermines the very essence of what is what.

Scream if you have to, or roll on the floor and have a tantrum – Zie hears Merry’s voice – but sees no one.

Hyperventilation. A panic attack – which stops as suddenly as it started the moment Zie becomes aware that Merry in fact went no where – was at hand – but in a different frame of reference. He appears to be floating in the air – but something tells Zie that is only how it looks. It’s really just a different way of organising or packaging the data – relative to what is what – the 3D frame itself.

So it’s like an optical illusion.

Does that really matter?

Then what?

You – your reaction is much more important. You observed how vulnerable you are to any thing that doesn’t happen within your frame – but what I’m suggesting is that all the changes that are now needed, now unfolding, now taking root – all of them are coming from outside the box. Period. Either you’re desperately hanging onto yesterday – or you’re ready to be a part of the new story, the new paradigm.

By jumping off a cliff? Why not just shoot myself?

Ok – if you like. It actually works just as well – only I prefer the old fashioned ways – and I happen to like the sensation of launching into the abyss. Nothing like a little gut wrenching vertigo.

Stop mocking me Merry. This is bad enough without you making fun of the process.

Ok – I’ll try to be serious – but really – the fuss you’re making – it’s hardly surprising.

Fuss? I’m just trying to avoid

The inevitable.

Maybe you’re right Merry, but I don’t see millions of people lining up to throw themselves into the arms of mother gravity.

No, but someone’s got to lead by example.

Yes – all those nutters doing bungy jumps or wingsuit flights – they’re doing pretty well.

Actually they’re not coming close. This has to be an all or nothing action. You have to firmly, irrevocably embrace and/or engage in-finity – only then can the default programme kick in and lift you into other – the reverse side of matter. Only then can you experience the bodiless life force – the oneness – the allness – the isness of be.

Words, words and more words – all trying to lead me into an unprovoked, unnecessary suicide attempt.

Exactly – now instead of chatting inanely – feel the fear, the excitement, the in-sanity, breathe it, experience it – feel the energy flows within you, around you, throughout. You’re not in any way endeavouring to kill yourself. On the contrary – you’re reaching out for, looking to embrace life – beautifully, magically, absolutely.

How noble minded of me – and I’m sure I’ll go splat with a big, self-righteous grin on my face.

Suspend your disbelief Zie – don’t commit yourself – just breathe the feelings – the emotions – the moment full of adrenalin, fear and blood pulsing in your ears – until something within – your inner voice – lets you know whether you’re ready or not to proceed. Let it come from within – not from me or anyone else.

This does the trick. Zie allows the abstract to wrap itself around him – and suddenly – one, two, three – he’s spinning into the void.

to be continued, if 0=1.

did i vow el

i'm stepping into time 

you know

take it slow

low

take it slow

i'm 
stepping into time 

oh 1

oh 01

oh 010

my nh dh

never say you want 

to know

unless you're 

pause

unless you're

paused

unless you're 

ready 

to grow into 

it

between words

i slip 

silently up-wards

into space-ful-ness

i smile 1

smile 01

ile 010 longingly
v

try

if you can

try to be

gaily 1

gaily 01

gaily 010

all the way 

back to me

your motherlode

of inner-ness

inner-sense

of inner-peace 

bliss

me

nothing less

did i tell you 

how 

slow

you share

slow

my birth

her

my breathe

her

my breath

her

did i tell you 

how we merge

in star-ful-ness

and light

before vow-

els and con-

sonants collide

in blackest

blockest

shine

i step aside 1

i leave 01

the rest 010

to you

her you

to el

to al

to ul
see

walking the bounds

I'm walking the bounds of C3

amazing how we took it for granted

we always assumed con-sciousness

had to be there for us - as long as we were alive

only now, as we watch things collapsing into 

an apocalyptic apoplexy of non-sense

we realise that she's giving us a nudge

she's hinting that perhaps it's time 

for us to revise our approach

to things

so the thereness of things is now in question

and by things we include people, nations

organisations, ideas and words

they're all landmarks in the mindscape of mind

all cross-referenceable, and to a certain extent

tradeable

all things are things - no matter how high

they may appear to be

so now that we've realised that things

have a function, serve a purpose

to keep enthralled the 3D mind

the mind of matter

forever tail chasing what cannot be caught

what cannot be commoditised or traded

as thing

the elusive

omnipresent

isness of be

stop

time to walk the bounds of 

C3

time to bite the bullet of con-sciousness

to unload millenia of prevarication and prejuidice

to accept once again the primacy of is

the fabled

legendary

isness of be

instead of abasing oneself unthinkingly 

at the altar of things 

and the high altar of thing it-self

instead of assuming we're far from being

all that it takes to be 

complete

to shift the mountains of matter

which accumulate

around about

back into the void

of no matter

no thing

nought is

i am

stop

Descartes postulated famously

I think therefore I am

which seems perfectly logical

to the rational mind 

until you step back and see the wood from the trees 

I think, so far so good

but how does thinking prove

that I am?

there is a huge leap from thinking to I am

which becomes less egregious 

if instead we say

I think therefore I think I am

this is far more logical

for thinking can only prove 

the thought experience of being alive

it cannot, does not prove life itself

to do so you need to take one step back

to go from thinking 

back to the direct experience of being alive

but we don't do so, do we?

we seem to be satisfied with thought

as if thinking is sufficient proof

as if thinking will do

what Descartes was really saying if truth be told

is  thinking satisfies me that I am alive

and who can blame him? we are so wrapped up

in the thinking stream of thought machine

the rational mind, that it seems absurd to take it any further

to doubt the reliability, the primacy, the veracity of thought

and thus I think therefore I am is both diagnosis and the measure 

of our unthinking and willful belief 

in the ascendancy, the supremacy of  thought 

as if thought is what makes us human

what sets us above all other creatures whom

we believe, are unable to think as we do

this is the extent of our complacency

but fortunately, if our complacency is ill-founded

then the powers-that-be regulating all that is

will provide us with ample opportunity to see 

how misguided and mistaken our assumptions are

they will enable us to confront and reassess the error

of our 3D logical belief that thought is neutral and transparent

that thinking enables us to cut through to the heart of matter

that thought can and does give a clear and reliable picture

of what simply is

Supposing this assumption this belief is utterly wrong

supposing thought can do nothing of the sort

supposing thought which seems to be all encompassing to us

down here in 3D is actually one-sided, intrinsically partisan and prejudicial 

that it naturally and inevitably devolves towards matter or material things

that it cannot and will not confront the fundamentals as they simply are

but only views them as they affect things manifesting here in 3D.

May seem that there's little or no difference between the two - after all

we know a lot about the wind by observing how it affects a kite or sail

and yet the wind is different from how it affects material objects

it can and does have other qualities

it may in some way be alive, a spirit, though it pains me 

to use such a word, and that at the primary level 

of con-sciousness - if i bother to investigate, I can and will

find that the wind does not blow randomly or impersonally

but imparts some kind of data or knowledge or information

to me as it blows - if I have ears to hear

I'm not saying Descartes was wrong

he was right - he correctly formulated 3D reality

in which it pleases us to think that thinking is proof enough 

that I exist, and thought, we'll probably accept, may be 

nothing more than a chemical process in the brain

In this case you're a thing living in a world of things

move on please, nothing further to be seen here

But what happens when we finally emerge from what I'm

terming 3D, materiality, if and when we're ready to evolve,

to climb out of the box, to engage a different way of thinking

a different way of experiencing reality?

Suddenly we find ourselves in terra incognito. 

Suddenly we begin to realise that our thoughts

the very process of thinking is part of the problem,

part of what has been keeping me down

holding me back, preventing me from emerging from 

the mind of things that matter, the mind that likes

to assume it's nothing more than a think box

a thought machine - that it goes no further - that 

it has no direct interface with things in general,

with the universe, with reality, with 

all that is

If and when this notion starts to seem preposterous,

if and when it starts to seem absurd that we do not,

cannot affect the course of things by the very

thoughts we think,

if and when we start to sense that thoughts are only

a tiny fraction of what our greater mind, our multi-dimensional

or quantum mind is capable of - that there's infinitely more

if we're willing to investigate, if we're willing to

walk the bounds of C3, to test for ourselves the hypothesis

and see whether it stands up to scrutiny or not.

If, doing so, we discover that our mind is more like

a two way transmitter

if we discover that our greater mind is more like 

an interface connecting us directly with everything

and anything - then the game has changed

irrevocably. We no longer can treat thought

the way we used to - as the grand arbiter of what is what

for once we engage the direct field of con-sciousness

we're no longer at liberty to differentiate 

one thing from another

all things, as all roads lead to Rome

come back to, flow into, and through me

Behold the continuum

Behold - the physics, the metrics,

the maths, the what-not of in-finity in which any attempt

to differentiate one from another

merely pushes me back down into 3D

back down into the mind of what is what

thus preventing me from going beyond

going above matter into the quantum state

of hyper-thing

This is not a theory

This is not a belief

This is 

What? the old mind of things and matter immediately asks

so observe, breathing the moment, the intense moment

in which you want to fix things down by thinking things

through rationally, all very good and proper

but irrelevant to our discussion

for what is where thought begins and con-sciousness

ends

what is where a process of creating, engineering, 

enmattering things in 3D leads you ever further 

down that path of making things matter no matter

what it costs, no matter what it takes

and the price is high - for failure to evolve

failure to embrace the isness of C3

is failure to test the hypothesis

failure to discover where life now is

where life is now leading

where life is flowing inexorably

back 

back

back

I'm walking the bounds - 

for here at the edge of con-sciousness

here is where things get clear

where things start making sense

where I commence the process 

of discerning

distinguishing the wood 

the trees

the fullness of   is

seeing sense 

as opposed to 

seeing  things

activating the great

mind

the greater my nd

the quantum interface

i-drive - get yours now

infinity drive will take 

you places nothing else can

no thing can

beyond thing

into the hyper-state

of zero one

in which anything can be

either on or off

either what or not

depending on how you

relate to it

depending on you

on your state of 

conscious awareness

as you C3 your C3

as you I am 

your I am
as you begin the begin