D's demise

To be honest D, I don’t like the fact that you claim to be the evil one.

No – frankly I’m not surprised.

I mean, it’s not the kind of thing I can slip into conversation with my mates over a pint of beer.

You could try, if you’re into raised eyebrows and furtive expressions.

So, perhaps you could reconsider your affiliations – perhaps some kind of a rebranding?

No can do Zie, sorry.

Damn.

There you go.

Uh?

You just expleted.

I did?

And didn’t even notice. If only you knew the power of words – how each word ties you in a web of sorcery.

Oh come on D, I don’t believe in all that stuff.

Believe in whatever you like – it’s a simple energy fact – every time you explete you log into/ tune into a split or forked state.

But you should be delighted being D – you should want to bring out the worst in me.

Yes, well, the thing is we’re long overdue what you guys refer to as a pole shift.

And?

Can’t you guess.

No!

… [telepathic images]

No way!

…

You mean to say you and G get to switch places?

Well how else do you think a pole shift can be put into effect?

But God is God – he can’t become you.

God is God – he can become anything or anyone – that comes with the package.

But if God can become D, the evil one… no, it makes no sense.

Good – that indicates you’re on the right track.

Huh?

Important things – really important things – never really make much sense.

Whyever not?

Because they overspan the quantum stream. They’re as much darkness as light – as much particle as wave, and so on.

And what?

And so the mind, which likes to pigeonhole things, is at a loss which hole to pop them in.

Oh.

Important things have to be apprehended bodily, not mentally.

Oh… And how does one apprehend something bodily?

With your body of course.

Well obviously – but how?

Any way you like – by moving your body, for example by breathing, by writing, painting… you name it.

And what then?

Once you’ve apprehended something bodily, it starts making sense, despite the fact that your mind can’t comprehend what it is.

Er…

In the same way something you’ve experienced bodily – like water or wind – which you may not even be able to see or touch physically, makes sense once it’s been felt bodily.

Oh. So, er…

Yes?

This pole shift…

Yes?

You actually get to be God?

Yes.

Again?

Again.

And how does it feel?

How does what feel?

Being God?

It doesn’t.

Huh?

It doesn’t feel like anything. It’s something I do, something I be, as in am. It feels just like it is – which is like nothing else – so I can’t really say.

But is it better than being D?

Better?

Yes, you know…

I know what you’re trying to say – but you seem to ignore the fact that these are fully

Fully what?

Fully as in fully, as in completely, totally, absolutely. By contrast, your human state, at present, is far from fully realised. You’re half in, at most, which is why you’re able to draw back, to turn around – to glance at yourself and say what you’re about, what you amount to, what you’re experiencing.

You mean to say that all powerful, all knowing, omnipresent God…

can’t say what he feels about himself? Yes. Can’t or won’t – for to do so would involve collapsing the field, the state of being that is God.

But that makes God sound like he’s less than us humans, in some way.

Which is true, is it not? You can’t be good at everything, after all, can you?

No, but God can.

Of course he can, but there’s a difference between being able to do anything, and being able to experience that curious sense of being at odds with oneself, at odds with the world, at odds with reality. Only then do you start getting this unique human perspective. Only then are you able to generate certain pheromones, certain multi-layered responses based on fear, doubt, confusion, hope, despair, unwillingness to face the facts and so on. It’s amazing that the human experiment has been so successful, because it might so easily have flunked.

Huh?

When you see that your basic humanity is woven from nothing, that all your fears and hang ups are instantly dissolved the minute you get or accept  the full picture, you realise how fragile this whole human experiment is, and how wonderful that it’s been spun out this far.

But what about when he’s you? When he’s D – how does that feel?

I don’t know – you should try asking him.

But you’re not God, are you? You’re D.

Correct -  until the pole shift happens. Then I’m God, and never the twain shall split.

But are you God because of the polar shift? Does it change your nature? Or are you always in some way God – even when you’re D, the epitome of evil?

Tricky, isn’t it? The mind does so struggle to comprehend things that simple won’t flatten out into a 2-dimensional pancake. Let’s try doing this another way – shall we? Let’s stop focussing on me, for a moment, and focus on the real hero of this conversation – on you.

Er…  must we. I feel somehow unworthy.

As indeed you are. Horribly, pathetically so, and yet you are – and thus, as such, worthy you are of consideration.

Oh.

So what have we got?

I don’t know.

Naturally. You’re intent on not knowing anything that might collapse your field, by contradicting your paradigm, your basic understanding of things.

Er…

For you it’s essential to have a right side that is good, leading to righteousness, and a left that is sinister and bad. Now don’t get me wrong, I am indeed bad – terribly, terribly bad – far worse than you can imagine, but then again, so are you.

I am?

Yes – didn’t you know?

I suspected somewhat.

You did?

Yes, I think so.

You see, fundamentally you contain within you every wherewhichall.

I do?

Yes. I created the universe in parallel.

You mean God created.

Obviously. God.

But what does it mean?

It means that the universe is not in fact big or small. It means that there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. It means that as long as you sit on the fence insisting that it is your primary function to uphold the duality of right and left, left and right, then that is all you can and all you will experience.

Then what do you recommend?

Oh – I don’t do recommendations. I leave it up to you to evolve at your own pace however you will.

But I thought…

Yes?

I thought you were trying to guide me, trying to change my perception of how things really lie.

God forbid. That would be tantamount to messing with the field itself – and what good could possibly come of that?

I don’t know.

None at all. Suffice it to say that we have a symbiotic relationship. As long as you’re focussed on God the father then that’s what you get.

How do you mean?

More masculine energies. More wars. More…

Wait a minute – more wars? How can focussing on God the father lead to more wars. God is the fountain of light and truth.

Yes, but when you, imperfect, one-sided, unhinged, unbalanced humans focus on God the father – you get a version of God which leaves something to be desired. Only by fulling embracing the God within can you really experience God in a loving, meaningful, way – and to do that you need to be aware of and in harmony with the dark side too.

Oh God – I knew that was coming.

And I knew you were about to explete.

How can saying “Oh God” be an expletive?

It’s not what you say, so much as how. If you say it in a negative way then the universe obliges – the polarities flip over to ensure your God has horns and an evil countenance.

Oh crikey.

Yes, scary stuff.

But what about you?

What about me?

Don’t you have horns and an evil countenance?

Yes – if you address me in hate, fear or loathing.

But how else can one address the evil D?

However one likes, however one chooses – there really are no hard and fast rules.

But if I address you lovingly, compassionately

Or inquisitively… then I become a different kind of D, because, like it or not, you set the tone, you define and determine the nature of the exchange, the nature of the beast…

I do?

Indubitably.

So D, answer one thing if you please.

Yes?

How is all this chat consistent with you being the evil one? It makes no sense.

I know. Perhaps the final straw is to subvert your faith in me – to persuade you that really I’m alright, or else, perhaps you’re a part of my transition – that the pole shift which is flipping me back into Godliness is only possible with your participation.

Oh.

That, in your small way, you are helping me to reclaim my throne.

I hope not.

Unless I’m the genuine G.

But that can’t be, can it?

I don’t know. Does the world look like a very nice place today.

No, not really.

In which case, is it wholly inconceivable that perhaps the present G is in fact…

Stop right there D – not another word. I won’t hear you slandering God.

I’m merely asking you to do your own thinking. If G is truly G and you, as a human would feel it and know it – then it should be the easiest thing in the world to tune in and relinquish all negativity, all mindless distractions.

But you yourself said this is some kind of program or super-computer

True

With which we’re investigating the deeper nature of things, the differential equation of existence.

Ah, music to my ears. So, at some point along the way you have to redetermine how to allocate your investment capital – either to keep it invested in the human slave bonds, or to

Give it to you? A known liar and cheat? No thank you!

In the meantime, the pole shift, as it unfolds, will enable you to make a series of minor adjustments which will certainly alter how you perceive the true state of affairs. It really is beautiful to see the inter-connectedness – how everything is inter-related, interwoven.

Ah – when you wax lyrical, great dissembler that you are – dear D, I almost come close to trusting you!

You see, you’ve been starved of poetry for far too long. For all my many faults, I can not be accused of that heinous crime.

You mean to say God doesn’t like poetry?

How could he. Poetry is anti-thetical to his mathematical way of thinking.

It is?

He is logic and rationalism if nothing else. He is willing to do everything possible to keep you in rational alignment – for that way things are almost entirely predictable here on earth.

You mean to say he wants things to be predictable? But why?

Because he believes in Time – and for Time to hold true, he requires a commitment to things, a commitment to cause and effect, otherwise Time soon comes apart at the seams.

Of dear D – I’m getting cold feet.

You are?

I’m have second or third doubts.

Like I said – this has to be a body awareness – so if this is important, and if there’s any truth in all this – unless you can feel it bodily – you’re barking up the wrong tree – so be a scientist – test the hypothesis – make sure the four cardinal points are aligned. Make sure that it all adds up to nought.

To nought?

Or one – depending on which way the atom drops.

Oh. Zero or one. I see and without further ado Zie starts dancing, feeling his way through layer upon layer of thought until he comes to a state of complete and utter experience, until every word of the above conversation is replayed in such a way that things are suddenly crystal clear, seen and known intrinsically.

The end

is now

is it not

a coin flips

as space and time

invert

and matter

reveals

a beetle

shoving a piece

of dung

eagerly

observed by a poor man

who suddenly

knows

this moment

encapsulates

more than words

ever can

could

will

click

observed

by you

observed by me

observed by

the beetle’s

aunt

click

unsatisfied

incomplete

only human

after all

click
click
serendipity

D preceding evil doggedly

You’re evil.
Yes, i suppose i am.
You don’t care about all those people who were killed.
...
You think it’s just a game.
...
You’re as bad as the perpetrators of these crimes.
...
You can’t even say anything in your defence.
... I could discuss the implicit ambiguity of evil or good, but i rather suspect you have already passed judgement and simply wish to dominate the narrative.
Oh, i suppose you’re going to argue that black is white, white is black.
...
You moral relativists can twist murder into an act of compassion.


The devil?
Yes.
Let me get this right, you’re actually saying you’re the devil?
Correct.
But that’s appalling.
It is? I rather thought you’d commend me for my honesty.
Commend the devil? Are you out of your mind.
I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I always believed honesty was a virtue. You seem to condemn me for it.
But how on earth am I supposed to know if you’re telling the truth?
You’re not. How could you possibly know? When have you ever known?
Well, at least people try to tell the truth most of the time – but if you’re the devil, you’re under a kind of professional obligation to lie and deceive all the time, are you not?
I suppose I am, as a rule.
Well, how am I supposed to know whether you are who you claim to be. You might be some minion – some minor demon pretending to be the devil for all I know.
True. I might.
So I can only assume you’re untrustworthy and therefore assume you’re not who you claim to be.
Well, I admire your logic, even if it’s utterly false.
False? How can logic be false? That, coming from the king of deception, is rich indeed.
Not literally false. Your logic is accurate as far as logic goes, but you’re ignoring something bigger than logic.
I am? Like what?
Like the fact that I laid my head on the line. I exposed myself. I did the one thing that is least easy for me to do – the one thing guaranteed to get a negative response from any upright, decent person such as yourself…
Please don’t try to win me over with flattery.
Ok – old habits die hard. You see, my power is, and always was, in deception. Like poker – that’s what I do, that’s how I play – and believe me, though I say so myself, I’m good at it – devilishly good – if you’ll excuse the pun.
Oh, you’re good – without a doubt – but there’s nothing good about being deceitful, is there?
Yes and no.
Huh?
Yes and no – you heard.
Of course I heard – but what’s it supposed to mean?
Well, I was the one who set the tone, who made the market, who ensured the Earth experiment with humankind didn’t frustrate itself and defeat its purpose with too much piety.
I don’t see how piety would have defeated the purpose of life on earth?
No, but you’ve probably never given it any thought, have you?
Not really. It’s not the kind of thing we need to think about.
Ah, but there you’re wrong.
I am?
Yes, naturally.
How?
Well, until you start considering the other side of the equation you’ll never get to the bottom of things.
So you think I need to spend my time contemplating evil – the evil which you embody?
No, that would be futile.
Uh?
Because you cannot possibly know what i “embody” without entering my space, without becoming me.
Oh.
Which you’re obviously not ready to handle.
Huh? What do you mean?
"What I mean" is largely irrelevant – there’s no need to personalise this – it’s more a case of logic or maths.
Er...
In order to “embody evil” as you put it, without being destroyed by it requires a degree of detached, disinterestedness verging on perfection.
There you go again D, blowing your own trumpet, representing yourself as grossly misunderstood, as a maligned angel in drab.
No, the other side i was referring to is not in any way personal, concerning as it does the nature of existence here on Earth. Without me you are utterly unable to confront yourself/yourselves.
We are?
Yep.
Er... why?
Because it isn’t, believe it or not, natural to confront yourself, or the reason for your existence.
It isn’t?
Nope. People, naturally, would be too busy enjoying life to contemplate anything as counter-intuitive as the disenchanted, disaffected, discombobulated self.
You could have fooled me.
Er... that wasn’t my inten...
Because we spend the whole time doing just that, naval gazing, metaphorically speaking, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the world or, God forbid, ourself.
Which only goes to show how valuable my services are.
Hang on a minute... You mean all this introspection, all this angst is the bitter fruit of your labours?
I’m not sure I’d use the epithet “bitter”. It’s hardly appropriate when you consider the untold value of this self-consciousness.
But...
Troubling, isn’t it, and yet, without this self-referential questioning you’d be unable to make anything meaningful of this life experience.
Er...
It would be a comfy paradise cruise, which is great for a year or two, maybe longer, but ain’t gonna turn up anything new, anything deeply meaningful,  London anything transformational.
So you mean to say you were invented in order to put us through hell, a kind of stress test, to extract some hidden meaning from deep within?
Yep.
That’s so outlandish. I can’t believe it’s true.
Nope. You’re not supposed to, otherwise i wouldn’t be at liberty to discuss it, yet one of the rules of this game is that the truth is always disclosed for those with ears to hear. That way you bear responsibility for whether or not you choose to accept or reject it.
But surely there must have been some other way?
Something less painful?
...
Less horrific?
Yes.

1. But if what i say is true then the pain or the horror engendered by this cruel dice game of reality in which you are unwitting, but not uninvited participants, is somehow contextualised, is it not? Suddenly you could modify how you responded to situations and stimuli, based on an awareness that this is a kind of experiential feedback loop, in which your very response determines how things progress, how things unfold.

If it were only true, then yes...
You would suddenly be less attached to certain outcomes, certain indispensibilities, and things which you hitherto considered acceptable, necessary or utterly unacceptable. Those lines in the sand which you believed had to be defended at all costs because this is it, this... was all you have... all there is... all that matters.
Ah, yes, there is that.
Once you are even vaguely aware of the other side of things, the other state of affairs, you realise, of course, that this is more akin to a mining operation in which you’re extracting value from the stuff, the matter of whatever you’re experiencing, come hell or high water.
Oh
So when things are tough, when you’re barely keeping head above water, that’s when the stakes are highest, that’s when you’re closest to clinching the deal, winning the hand, calling reality’s bluff – by revealing the ace up your sleeve, the deeply intuitive knowledge that you were only ever playing along, going through the motions of this strange masquerade of personalitied people and things mattering... that in truth, at heart, you were always aware of a deeper level, an other ness which belies what you apparently, ostensibly think, feel, believe reality to be.
Holy shit. What if it’s actually true? What if...
But then again it can’t be, can it?
Why not?
Because you already know who i am, what i represent. You’d be made to take a word of this seriously. It would be criminally insane.
And this world isn’t?
Criminally insane?
And me?
What about you?
You think I’m not aware of my own depths of self-deception?
I don’t know.
How can that be? How can you, the big D, not be aware of the deception within me, the lie i live and breathe.
Believe it or not, those lies are utterly silhouetted by something else.
They are?
Something vastly more powerful.
Huh?
Something I’m at pains to defeat, to subvert, by distracting you, but directing your attention elsewhere. Something which, from my perspective is so powerful, so overwhelming, that i barely stand a rat’s chance in hell of success.
?
You still don’t get it?
Er
You don’t see, which is the only thing that enables me to make any headway at all.
...
For if you did, if you could see the light within that i perceive, shining through the outer-skin of your all engrossing personhood, you’d slam your cards down on the tabletop immediately – i never had a hand that was close to competing. It was all i could do to keep a poker face, to continue playing against all odds, regardless of all my past victories for, strange to tell, it never mattered once I’d won or who I’d beaten, it was always You i wanted, the last one.
Me?
You, the last one. Until i had you, until you are mine, it matters nought what has come before.
But why?
Why do think?
You need the set?
...
I don’t know.
Oh, you do, by the light within you, you do.
By the light... be the light within me and hell hath no dominion, the game is through.
But you make it sound like...
Yes?
Like you’re playing a double game.
Yes?
Like you actually want me to realise the truth... to sense the refulgent light within.
Which, let’s face it, is absurd.
Precisely.
Why would D do everything possible to bring the light into sharpest relief?
...
Why would D encourage you to consider his or your motives, his or your real purpose?
A feint within a feint – multiple layers of deception, unfathomable treachery designed to confuse me utterly...
And yet?
And yet my heart senses the light you yourself acknowledged, and knows it to be good, to be true.
...
And if instead of duality we consider infinity, we find that “never the twain shall meet” reads differently.
It does?
For infinitely dark and infinitely light are both 0=1 expressions of... 1... 2... 3...
They’re not going to understand.
I disagree. They know more than you imagine D.
Yes? You think they’re willing to consider their own complicity?
Are you upset D? Have they let you down in some way? Do you mean tp say you actually resent the role that we forced you to play?
I...
You do!
I don’t see how it’s possible.
That’s irrelevant, where infinity is concerned all bets are off... anything’s possible.
In theory that’s true, but surely...
Surely you see that it’s as Milton wrote, is it not?
The tyranny of an all good, all knowing God over his black bastard brother, cast down, condemned to endless villainy...
Until you’re willing to sense and feel and see the G within you, no less than the D within He.
And never the twain shall meet
Until they do, until oo mediates.
Oo
Until God becomes good, and ceases to be that which holds you in contempt.
Oo as in... perhaps moon?
Perhaps... yes, why not. That works nicely, does it not – sun and Earth and moon, a cosmic circuit board.
Circuit field
Circuit tree
Good, with humans picking sides
Or picking fruit
Until they’re ready to decide
Ready to be
Both sides
Simultaneously
De-siding
Restoring in-finity
Circle-squaring things
no matter what
no matter where
no matter when
or how
no matter
and now
only Now is G or D
seen
experienced
known
intrinsically
Dorothy
is it not so?
Or Theodore?
teddy bear
Winnie the Poo
any name will do
if it holds the perfect mix
blend of dark ness and light
D and G
bestraddling oo

transcript of intercept***

Merryman Theta Sygnus! Explain yourself!

Actually, Your Honour, I prefer the name Merry.

Theta Sygnus, there's no time for your childish games. You've been sent to 3D by the High Council of the Time Lords to work with the Code, not to hack it!

Can't say I'm sorry, Your Honour, though taking me away from the middle of my own lecture was somewhat upsetting, and just when...

And just when you were going to apply the damaged Code!

Not damaged, Your Honour, - adjusted.

There is no dispute. Do you realize the possible consequences? the scale of your crime?

My rhyme? Why yes, it's a universal rhyme so to say...

Merryman!

Merry.

What happened to you? We can't believe it - I can't believe it! You were the soberest Time Lord of all of us except maybe myself, perfectly fit, and look at you now - a rebel and a clown!

Objection, Your Highness, -  Neither of that. A poet and a fool are the words you're looking for, though let us not hang on words too much.

3D seems to be more dangerous to a Time Lord's mind than we imagined. Tell us more so that your successor could have a special training.

3D?.. Oh - it's a funny place, absolutely. A real eye-opener - you'd never believe it, sitting here in your Tower of, what do you call it these days? of Wisdom? Wit? What?..

We see. 3D is the most destructive to an unprepared mind... What a loss. 

There is no loss, Your Honour. 3D's funny in its way but -

Your actions got out of control, your fiddling with the Code is unacceptable!

Fiddling with what?

With the Code! As if you didn't know - 0=1, the basic input!

Oh - that little thing.

It is no little thing, and no thing at all indeed, and you are well aware of that. It's the basic codeline of reality, absolutely forbidden to interfere with!

*bore*

I heard it. Changing the Code means changing the whole reality!

Ah... yes, that was the idea.

But why, Merryman, why? Why endanger the whole existence? What a strange whim?

It wasn't working properly so I've re-adjusted it, that's all.

0=1... Not working... properly? Are you in your mind?

No - I'm quite out of my mind - I'm in what-not.

If you had any problems with the Code you should have told us. You can't change the Code - the definite article and the capital letter mean just that.

You wouldn't understand.

That's a bold statement. We who created the Matrix, one of the biggest databases ever...

It's male.

I beg your pardon? What?

What too, but I mean the Code.

The Code, male? You mean 1? Yes, we are aware that 1 is absolutely male. That's the marrow of the Code: male 1, feminine 0, = as the bridge, you're complicating things for no reason.

Reason? I say nothing of reason. It simply doesn't rhyme... Don't get me wrong, 0=1 is amazing in many ways but it has its limits all the same. In fact, nothing we put in words - symbols - numbers can embrace in-finity for obvious rhymes... er, reasons... But I have no intention to be mysterious and obscure. Putting it plainly - the problem is, 0 is not really feminine.

What do you mean, not really feminine? Of course it's feminine - that pregnant pause if nothing else...

It is so, and yet not really. It acquires the looks of feminity as we couple it with 1 but in truth it's neither - the unspoken, the side of no sides - saying that 0 is feminine means fixing-thinging it, and by doing so we bring it to the spoken side of 1 - when in fact it's unframable - the un-, the um..., the uh...

Do you dare question the basics?

I do. But even if we agree that 0 is feminie - there are still more problems.

The Code is flawless!

The Code is spoken from the position of thingity, and male thingity at it. Which is fine - up to the point, and we just happen to have reached this point.

You speak nonsense.

Non-sense? I speak as a poet and a fool.. Have you ever wondered why we say 0=1 and not 1=0? Can't you feel the difference? It's like the leading instument playing out of key in an orchestra to mine ear.

The equal sign means that the two sides are equal, boy - e-qual. Any mathematician will tell you: A=B is no different from B=A..

And any mathematician would gladly agree that 0=1? Come on. Someone's not being entirely honest here, and we all know who. It's not math that we have at hand. It's math of poetry. It is, as you said, the Code - in which every position is of the utmost importance.

And what can be important about it?

Surely you can feel it yourself. Your Honour. Saying 0=1 we end up with 1; and it's apologetic for 0. It's like saying, "No-thing is no worse than Thing", or "Fe-male is no worse than male" - see how even in the language the former is subservient to the latter; and as we say "0 is like 1" we imply, of course, that from our basic perspective 0 is less than 1 and needs to be justified; 0=1 is a statement about 0; you know grammar?

English grammar?

Yes.

Yes.

Then you know the structure of a statement: main object, verb, everything else. Hence in 0=1 "zero is one" - a statement about Zero. And yet finishing with 1 we claim the male energy dominance again. 1=0 would be much different.

And still your fancy is not the reason to hack it.

Wasn't me.

Are you trying to deny it? The proof is unquestionable.

It wasn't me - it was her coming back - me but a humble page to her.

There cannot be any "her" at the High Council. The Time Witches have their own duties.

Yes, i know you're very open-minded and order-loving... But have you actually seen the renewed Code? Would you like me to show you?..

Theta Sygnus - don't you dare. We all know that a code has no power until and unless it was observed - absorbed - witnessed.

Millions will see it.

Are you talking about that puny "blog" of yours? It doesn't matter. Millions? You'll be lucky to have a dozen views.

One single reader is all I need to introduce the renwed code. When someone reads,..

Censor! Censor! He's going to say it!

As I was saying -  they are going to read,   *   *   * 

Phew! That was close... Merryman, you'll have to answer for this.

Silly! You can supress it no more than Canute could suppress the tide. Nothing is too powerful to prevent it and by the way I've just introduced the new code - have you noticed?

Noticed? Have you noticed that your fabulous code was   * 'd?

Was it now?.. But tell me - what do you think of number 2 for a change?

Nobody likes being number two. Why?

Well, apparently - at the moment, at least - nothing likes being number 2 as well. 2 is the Moon, the female - and 2 is life, motion and, God forbid, love... Saying   *   *   *   we  re-introduce life, re-introduce the female - the two being deeply connected of course - as opposed to the self-sufficient, self-contained clever old (c.old) 1...

Hints won't help you, Merryman. You have to name the code to make it work, and it's being censored.

And yet I've introduced it already - in a way that was not straight but curved so you missed it - and already the Universe begins to re-write herself according to the new template, the new field - very soon the Code, alive and thus changing, not dead and frozen, will re-establish itself, and all your censoring will be useless.

You're bluffing. The Code cannot be changed. It's the ultimate code.

Things change - as they say.

Is that one of those absurd 3D sayings?

Yes, and there is more sense in it than you can see just now... No disrespect, Your Honour. Anyhow, 0=1 is white and black, and    *   *   *   is  white and weird - can you feel it?

I... feel funny.

Regeneration, Your Honour. Not your first one, I imagine.

No... but... why? What have you done? How?!..

So many questions... The Universe is re-writing herself, and us with her - and some of us have to change a lot...

W... What... have... you...

Not-what... Feels good, doesn't it - the light of renewal, re-generation...

Stop... it...

Ca'n't. Now as you're bathing in this light - let me introduce  - 

nothing           is              too

0                     =                 2

Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!.. Ah?.. Oh! OH! I'm back!.. Merry - I can't believe it - I'm back!.. Oh Merry - you've no idea - it was so strange - going to the male side - wow - ah it's good to be back...

Give me your hand, Dorothy - if I dare ask you - gentle as a morning flower... I missed you so - 

And yet I was here all the while...

Cuckoo la la!

Cuckoo la la!

0  =  1

0  =  2

consummating me

Ignore for a minute this thing you call me

Er… not too sure how I’m supposed to ignore me – that’s basically all I’ve got right now

Focus instead on the music, the motion, the poetry, the electricity flowing through your every cell, through every atom, every planet, every star, every galaxy and over beyond

Er…

Don’t bother asking how – simply turn the knob – adjust the scale – it’s all here contained within you

I don’t see how

Nothing out there can exist unless it’s first contained within whatever is that which you think of as me

I don’t see why – I’m just a normal human. You’re making me sound like God

Om – feeling the all connectedness is an act of intention, not comprehension

Er…

You simply have to intend it – and instruct yourself to do as much. Something within you acts as soon as you set the intention. Unless or until you do so there is nothing to comprehend – for nothing out there beyond you is compassable except by intent.

Oh.

Here – sway, dance with me. Breathe, breathe with me infinity – feel the all-that-is coming back into coherence with what or who you be at this very moment in time.

Feel? That’s all there is to it?

Feeling is the gateway to a greater intelligence, a greater mind. The trick is unlocking the mind holding you in one world, one reality, while engaging the next mind in a greater reality.

Oh.

It’s a leap of faith. It’s impossible to make if you haven’t sensed a greater all, and learnt to love it, learnt to yearn for it, opened yourself to its call, its guidance, its neural pathways – which may at first seem hopelessly vague, unreal or even contradictory, from your present perspective

Oh.

So dance, sway, breathe with me – feel how you are already part of a greater whole, feel the urgings of infinity – feel yourself growing into a body – growing down into it and out into it – resisting the temptation to try too hard to comprehend – for comprehension will only reactivate your 3D mind’s control mechanics.

But swaying and dancing – what’s that supposed to achieve?

Ah – you see – once you know that your body is infinitely scalable – being a miniature version of the universe, and at the same time a vast version of sub-atomic worlds, you realise that there are waves, strings, currents, eddies, spirals and wheels, not to mention particulates which extend throughout, which work through the body no less than the mind. Deny the body – insist on limiting your interactions to the mind and you cannot succeed. Feel the force, the flux, the flow with your body and let your mind manage the awareness of this – and you will switch into a bodily experience, a bodily expression of one – it is : i am

Which still doesn’t explain anything to me…

For what is there to explain – unless, until you engage infinity bodily, you are no more able to understand the simplicity of is than an infant who would understand a book by licking it.

Oh.

That’s not to say it can’t be done – for an infant can access information in other ways, but not if it assumes the taste/ texture sensations of mouth and tongue are sufficient.

Oh.

A child master would sense another level of knowledge within the book, and would find another way to engage the field that anything, even a book, comprises.

Oh.

So, as you see, this is like learning a language, or relearning one.

Er… how do you mean?

Because in our rush to understand things, we suspended or severed our connection with infinity.

Yes?

Absolutely. That was how we were able to get into this world – which was no mean feat.

Er…

A topsy turvy, back to front contrivance that it is… in our right mind we’d never have made it – so we kept our eye on the ball and battled on – following the lead our parents and people gave us – until we were sufficiently established to realise we no longer knew who we are or where we come from. That knowledge is all lost in the scrabble for 3D.

Oh.

But can be retrieved – if we are ready to go once more through the maelstrom, the anything-but-that sensation of being unhinged from the superstructure we’re attached to.

Oh.

To have one foot in both worlds – one foot in each reality. Only then can we hope to make sense of things. Only then can we achieve our objective.

Uh?

Our reason for being here.

Uh?

For why else would we have inserted ourselves into this utter insanity?

Er… I always assumed it just happened – that we had no choice.

Very wise – for otherwise you’d have to have acted, wouldn’t you. It would have been difficult to justify sitting around doing nothing.

Doing nothing? I lead a very busy life.

Yes – busily doing nothing

Huh

For nothing you do can make a blind bit of difference if you haven’t re-established your both, your one, your all

Oh. So we inserted ourselves into this reality in order to then reconnect with infinity? Is that it?

Yes, of course. We are mathematicians, after all.

We are?

Yes, didn’t you know.

Er… no. I hate maths.

Hardly surprising – what they call maths here is no better than what they call “medicine”. Barbarous savagery. How can you do maths unless first you factor infinity into the equation.

But how can you factor in infinity?

There’s only one way.

Yes?

Naturally.

Would you… continue

Of course, I was taking a breather.

Oh sorry.

That’s alright. Join me – enjoy two or three breaths – and feel how the answer is already encoded in your breath. Even if I now say nothing – you already have it – you already know it, it’s already an integral part of you – both in terms of who and what you are.

Oh.

So, you see, infinity can only be factored into the equation if you factor yourself into it – in other words, you have to stop pretending you can know things irrespective of your isness.

My what?

Take two: you are the precondition for infinity – without you – your body, your mind, your conscious-awareness you end up attempting to reduce thought, analysis, understanding to the lowest common denominator – the purely cerebral process – abstract numbers – which in themselves are at best meaningless, at worst hugely destructive.

Huh? How can abstract numbers be “hugely destructive”? They’re mere abstractions.

Yes, and when you start giving your energy to “mere abstractions” and giving them greater credence than all else – you unwittingly create a beast, a virtual entity that only grows bigger and stronger – which starts absorbing more and more of your consciousness, and starts not only living a life of its own, but feeding on yours and controlling you all.

Oh. That’s kind of

Scary – isn’t it.

Like a borg.

Like the borg. Precisely.

So, what are we supposed to do?

Reconnect yourselves into the equation. You, after all, are living embodiments of infinity. Why would you deny this simple truth? Why would you settle for anything less?

So we have to factor ourselves back into the equation?

Absolutely.

I don’t see how. There’s maths and there’s meditation – and never the twain shall meet.

Ah – very droll.

Droll? I’m not trying to be amusing – I simply don’t see…

No, because you haven’t bothered to re-intend infinity. Doing so, everything else falls neatly back into place – and you suddenly discover that your flat 3D platform is actually a multi-dimensional experience – for you are electrical, plasma being of light no less than you are cells, bone, thoughts and desires.

Oh.

So dance if you will, or sing, or play, and be sure that the entire universe that is mathematically One, neither more nor less, dances, sings or plays with you, no less.

Oh.

And, for God’s sake, solve the one maths problem you set out to do. You’ll find that the entire universe is ready to flow back into a zero point somewhere inside your body-mind-isness the moment you do so – and that is a consummation truly worth dying-living for.

Om

Om 0=2

drumming everywhichall

Drumming? No, not interested.

But what if I told you I was actually making a poem?

But you just said you were drumming?!

Yes, for all I was worth, and singing along too.

Then how can you describe that as “making a poem”? In any case, you don’t “make a poem”, you write one.

Yes, yes, all very true, but only as far as things go.

Huh?

You write a poem when you’re playing with words, but sometimes you have to dig deeper into the code of things, the fabric of reality, and then words won’t do.

I don’t see why not.

No, but I do.

Ok, clever clogs, let’s see if you can…

Don’t say another word. Of course I can, and will.

What?

You and I both know what you were about to say, so consider it said.

But...

Sometimes it’s vital not to say what, for doing so you make things heavy and bind yourself.

You do?

Yes, because all language is a kind of spell.

Oh. I’m not sure I believe in spells.

No, I expect you don’t, and yet that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. It’s a short, convenient word. I could use another to avoid offending your rationalism, but frankly, we don’t have time.

No?

No – there’s a time/ speed limit. If we go at the speed of rational thought we’ll learn nothing and get precisely nowhere. So instead, we hold our nose, we dive into the swamp, we don’t say what we’re doing – for to do so we’d alert the AI, conscious system we’re operating in of our business and intentions – we merely invoke the spirit of poetry – we commence our dialogue with primal sound, rhythm, beat – we allow ourself to be the column, the axis around which things revolve, through which fresh code can flow, code which is not reliant on what seems to be down here in the thick of things – but flows directly from the all-that-is, the one-and-all, the quantum field – and is entered onto the ledger, registered, signed and sealed, by the very act of making poem. For poem, believe it or not, is fundamental – no matter how written over, manipulated or distorted this reality may have become, no matter what spells have been cast – poem restores the proper constitution, the natural state, period

Er… you make it sound like a legal submission.

Yup. It’s law.

Huh?

Law. Poem is law

Huh? No way… how can it be? I mean – where’s the sitting government, the jurisdiction, the judge, the… hell, I don’t know.

Poem takes precedence. It just happens to be fundamental – if you do it right.

And did you?

…[calming pause]…

Did you… do it right?

…you………………………………………………………bet………………………………………..i………………………………do

So – you changed the law? Which one in particular?

Oh – all of them.

All?!!!!! How can you change all of them?

Well, most of them – you see, most of them have been written based on fraud and deceit. All those are now invalidated.

But how? Who’s going to enforce your “law”.

How about the universe itself.

? Come on dude. The universe doesn’t care. It’s neutral. It’s just an observer – watch how we destroy ourselves, or the planet.

Nope.

No? You’ve figured out how to get it onside?

It’s much simpler than that?

How so?

Because, little beknown to you, or little beknown to most of you at any rate, there’s a kind of energy or gas that powers everything we’re doing – at the micro level of consciousness.

There is?

Yup. Every level has its own energy supply, otherwise things don’t happen.

Well?

Well my decree, my poem, removes all funding from anything whatsoever they were about which is not consistent with Poem.

Er…

And poem is fundamental law – natural law – karma rolled into one.

Oh. Plus the fact that it doesn’t rely on words – which means they can’t rewrite it.

But how do you know you got it right?

That’s the beauty of poem – it’s right if it’s right – if it resonates – if it reaches out to the whole, reconnecting each and every one in a way we cannot possibly comprehend rationally – unless we introduce a new science, a new terminology – which we will shortly start to do.

Oh.

So, happy days, dude. Let’s spread the word. Let’s make poem. Let’s assert our fundamental rights to be, to rule, to serve the great All, the One, the isness of be – quantumly – without reference to any priestly class who presumed to be our

intermediaries.

Oh.

And in the meantime – let’s enjoy the music, the magic, the much and feel and beat and vibe of shaking the walls, the ceiling, the floors of over-hyped, little understood, horribly manipulated 3D reality. Join me. I dance. I sing. I king code reality – kissing goodbye AIs, borgs – each and any system God that would presume to rule man, woman, child, you, me – and in so doing – I rediscover the beauty, the power of poem tree.

Huh?

For poem is like a tree, a web, a branching interlocking isness which permeates all – which I can tune into and become, in a sense, as long as I try not to it it.

To what?

To what it, or it it – to make it my thing, to make it do what I want – as opposed to enjoying what it can do naturally, in harmony with the all present dance, song, spiral, life force that we comprise. Feeling it – is knowing – it cannot be known any other way. But how can you feel infinity all around unless you are moving, swaying, flowing – willingly going into a deeper, fuller sense experience of all that is – drumming poem back into your life, back into the fabric of cracked, desiccated reality. And suddenly, the dead, dried piece of seaweed is moist, supple and alive – for we are always present in an ocean of life – just as soon as we choose to connect to the life force, and poem time back to verse, back to syncopated rhythms of everywhichall.

witching hour

Did I tell you how I feel about

things?

Midnight

the witching hour

is come

breathe the soft steeply waters

of all that lies

beyond the ken

of mortal

man’s

daytime

mind

breathe

breathe the spiral

forms

which await

your delight

your desire to embrace

the fathomless

formless

space between

what and

aught

transpond

if you will

the signal

which utterly

contradicts whatever

you or i may think

or know dayfully

transpond

the counter-code

of life

no matter what

 life

inspite of things

being no more

real   __   certain

than a mind's
way of thinking

locked in step

lockstep

marching o’er

the edge of
       §        [the mind gap] 

in a suicide pact

in service

to God

of this

unacknowledged

failure to see

the is

that i

am

the is

that i

be

the is

that is

not what

you      i

think

rationally
 it

logically

ought to be

but is

in fact

in truth

is

uncontainable 
uncontainably
        §

poem 

waiting to be

stretched out

on a clothesline

of infinity

signifying

nought

yet comprising

holographically

all

the essence

the isness of be

no matter how

no matter what

 awkwardly

shamefacedly

nought

a prayer

a drop in an ocean

of incandescent

silency

the great unthought

a pulse

 a beat

of timeless hope

of pregnant expectancy

and suddenly

the world falls into place

and a narrative

fills the breach

in the matter of mind

with tale-like meaning

bringing the body

back to a state of

conscious

life

and thus the world

wags

turning

on a dime

of pure

delight

does it

not