killing people – conscientiously

Cast of Characters:

Eugene – not the nicest guy in the world, but appearances may be deceptive?
Dan – a sound bloke, as they are wont to say in Albion, with an honest Anglo-Saxon name
You – the missing link in this genocidal tale of virtuous reality masquerading as a Socratean dialogue
Me – waving a conductor's baton, hiding in plain view, powerless to alter the course of events

At the end of an intense game of squash, Dan and Eugene head to the changing rooms for a shower, hardly noticing how their setting vanishes into the Greek halls of discourse, which themselves morph into something not unlike the old Globe theatre of Shakespeare's day, finally culminating in the distinctive quantum fields of indeterminacy – where nature meets numbers, and g-nome portal convenes its annual summer round-table wizardry tourney – but to our tale.


Frustrating? Of course it’s frustrating. How would you feel?

Er... I’m still finding it hard to accept that you’re for real. I mean, it’s one thing to talk about population control, which is a perfectly rational policy if we’re to save the planet from a mass extinction event, but...

Too little too late.

Perhaps you’re right but...

Just look at the figures. The die off is already happening. It’s almost certainly irreversible.

In that case why bother with your eugenics programme?

It’s a moral imperative.

To try to kill three or four billion people?

Preferably five or six. Yes. To save the planet, and humanity. We really have no choice.

We?

Those of us willing to face the facts, unpleasant though they may be, those of us willing to act, despite the grave danger this puts us in. For the greater good, for the common weal, noblesse oblige. Someone has to do it so who if not us?

God, perhaps?

God?! Really, Dan, I thought you had more sense.

Huh?

Who do you think created all these religions, corralled the masses into carefully groomed congregations of obedience and subjugation to a benevolent overlord?

Prophets and rulers. Rulers may have taken over and manipulated belief systems such as Christianity, but only because there was a potent spiritual core that resonated in the hearts and minds of the people, which convinced them in a way that no clever argument or lie could, that there is a deeper truth, a deeper purpose woven into the  fabric of their faith, which is still felt from time to time, which transcends the lies and cynical manipulations of so called rulers.

Bravo! What beautiful sentiments! Would that they were true, I too should subscribe to one of the collective cults of coercion referred to as “religions”.

Of coercion? What on earth are you on about?

Has there ever been a religion which has failed to follow the standard pattern like any seedling, of first establishing roots in the earth, then growing up towards the sun?

I’m not sure I follow your conceit?

Tis no conceit, I assure you. The apparent metaphor describes, literally, how every religion by design achieves the same energy objective.

Which is?

To make people, as in the masses, amenable to harvesting.

I beg your pardon?

Harvesting. You heard me right.

By whom? For what purpose?

That’s good – direct questions rather than vague philosophical flim flam.

Well?

Well, the so called creator, the farmer who sows the seeds is usually the one who intends to harvest the crop when it’s fully grown.

You mean God?

I mean the creator of this particular cultivation.

And you don’t think it’s God?

Well, by one definition whoever seeded man here on earth is referred to as God, but if by God you mean the supreme creator of life in general, I’d say no – this is not God, though obviously he’d wish you to believe it if that helps increase the potential yield of this crop.

But, if as you say this is just a farm and we like seeds have been planted and are growing in order to be harvested...

Yes?

Then why the urgent need to reduce the population? Isn’t it going to happen automatically?

Of course it is, but that will only immeasurably strengthen the power and wealth of so called God, the one that seeks to reap the bounties of humankind.

And you wish to prevent him from doing so? For the good of humanity?

Correct.

So there’s no God to defend us from this tyrannical imposter that allegedly masquerades as God through the many religions.

Not only through the recognised religions.

No, how else?

Through so called science, which has also become a religion, not to mention the welfare state, which likewise

has become a religion?

To all intents and purposes.

Unbelievable.

You see, once people have bought into whichever collective structure resonates with them, whichever seems most likely to be true or to best serve their ends, then they’re on the hook: a kind of carrot and stick hook, if you like, which ensures they effectively cease observing or questioning the fundamentals, but start instead investing their personal power in preserving and supporting whatever organisation or system they now adhere to.

Supposing that’s true – what’s so bad about that. United we stand, divided we fall. Humans are collective creatures – we’re happier and stronger working together for the common good.

True – but does it look like people are generally speaking happy, generally speaking united, generally speaking fulfilled, thriving, finding their true life purpose or even working for "common good".

Not exactly, no, but we've got to be realistic, haven't we? This isn't exactly utopia. People, by their very natures are far from perfect and end up making a mess of things. We have the gift of free will, and all too often we exercise it to our detriment, or the detriment of others – guided by our desires for instant gratification rather than what’s in humanity's best interests. That’s the learning process, isn’t it?

Yes, yes, we are sinful by our very nature, as we’re taught – and who am I to disagree, but on the other hand, our sins and desires are great for the church, great for the state, great for the God that plans to harvest beings who have spent their whole life disconnected from the great one and all – connected instead into surrogate agencies or organisations which benefit from our so called sinfulness.

Sorry – I don’t see how the Church or the state benefits from our sinfulness.

No, it’s hard to see, isn’t it – if you’re focussing on a concept such as “sinfulness” which plays havoc with you psychologically by encouraging feelings of shame and failure – rather than empowering you to heal or enabling you to see and to feel the deeper, fundamental energy flows which actually arouse and provoke unnatural, unhealthy passions and desires.

So you’re blaming…

No, there’s no blame whatsoever. The farmer needs his crop. He sets up the field, planting seeds in such a way that people willingly grow along his trellises, so he can harvest the grapes. He encourages certain genetics by interbreeding to maximise his return, and the fact that the people are a little less healthy, a little less happy, a little less natural than their earlier, less conditioned, less cultivated ancestors is hardly a cause for concern, because the harvest is not the bodies per se.

No? Then what?

This energy – this life force – this creative power which goes largely unused, which gets channelled into artificial, unnatural organisations built on false premises such as pseudo-religions, surrogate states – which pretend to be what they’re not in fact – pretend to be natural structures working for the common good – when in actual fact they’re trellises, or fish farms, or anything but the natural, fractal, spiralling structure which would work in harmony with the highest attainable consciousness of mankind, which would enable humankind to realise its untapped potential – to once again connect with creator, with source, with the fundamental be all and end all of Is – the ascending/descending wave in a double helix, or a toroidal field of toroidal fields – where God is not in any way, shape or form about coercion, about limiting or disempowering people, about generating endless insertions, structures, laws, rules, fear based control mechanisms… the kind of thing that dominates the world you live in.

So, you’ve decided that our God, whether that be the God of rational humanism, or socialism, or scientific materialism, or literally any religion – hope I’ve not missed anything out…

You’ve covered most the seed types.

is an imposter – an insertion, if you like, which comes between us and true God, and yet which we mistakenly take to be true God in our blindness or ignorance – but you, for some reason, know better than the rest of humanity – you and your Bilderberger, Trilateral or masonic elite – you want to save us from our enslavement by killing untold billions of people – in order to deprive that parasitic entity of its energy source.

Not exactly, but you’re certainly more right than wrong.

And you think that’s the lesser evil for humanity?

Well, lesser or greater – we’re fighting a war with a usurper who has taken over humankind, inserted certain mental and psychological implants which basically prevent people from being people – from working for the good of humanity – the human tree if you like. Our job is to resuscitate and save the tree which our humanity used to be, needs to be, has to be if we’re to survive. We therefore agreed to join the so called dark or service-to-self side – in order to stimulate the collective organism to sense the danger it is in – to try to bring it out of the comatose state by provoking a real-life crisis.

By trying to kill billions of people.

Would that they were people – sadly not one in a hundred so called "people" is actually alive. All their conscious energy has been subsumed, absorbed into the borg, into the machine, the matrix, the energy farm, the alien consciousness we are almost all part of. Yes. But if any of them can be saved, can be awakened, can be brought back to life – this will only happen when they’re presented with the stark "do or die" dilemma – which we are endeavouring to arrange.

By setting up bioweapons laboratories and releasing Frankenstein viruses into the public arena?

Absolutely. That's one line of action.

Which never seem to cause the damage you were hoping for.

Naturally, the collective consciousness, even that of enslaved people, still works to ensure survival.

So you don’t think that possibly you’re working against nature?

We aren’t playing games.

You’re telling me!

Our commitment to the creator, the true creator or all that is – the source of all code, all life, of all – is such that we’re willing to play the darkest, most heinous roles, as need be, in order to break the deadlock – in order to flush the parasitic farmer entities – the giant squid – the worm – into the open.

You’re fighting hell with hell. Don’t you see?

It is our drama – to play this role until the time comes when we’re able to step down and confess that it was always no more than a pact, the fulfilment of an ancient trust, of an agreement – to play our part in this human drama, la comédie humaine, to enable men and women to see beyond their limited perception of things, of matter, of stuff – to grasp the fundamentals of life and death, of power and debasement, without which, without so doing, none of this great endeavour amounts to aught, none of this to any more than nought.

Drama – mass murder?!

Thwarted – for this is not, in fact, a neutral stage. Every sequence of events is carefully managed, carefully controlled Dan, don’t you see?

I see insanity. I see evil.

You see your own vanity and self-indulgent hypocritical moral superiority.

Hypocritical?!

Absolutely.

In what way am I to be accused of seeking to kill my fellow human beings?

Without seeing the energy flows which you’re passively part of – you’d never notice, you’d never know.

And what exactly do these “energy flows” do that is so detrimental?

You, along with your sleeping brothers and sisters feed, nourish, sustain the beast which is keeping humanity enslaved, in mental, physical, spiritual poverty, bondage, virtualisation.

Huh?

You’ve virtualised yourself or yourselves – to the extent that what seems to be real and true is not even close to what’s really going on, what’s unfolding. Deep in your hearts, in your collective sub-consciousness you know this to be true – which is why you’re freaking out about climate change and a host of other non-issues, but you’re so busy creating enemies and blaming other people that nothing short of complete self-annihilation will wake you up. It’s like the mouse utopia experiments.

In which the mice had everything they needed to survive?

Correct.

And…

The colony expanded to a critical level, then collapsed, every time, back to not a single mouse alive.

So, if the mice utopia is true of humans – there would be no hope for us if we had ideal survival conditions, which we don’t. Many people still have to struggle to get by.

And you might even consider that the ultimate creator is looking for an alternative outcome, without which none of this means anything, and therefore…

You’ll do anything to justify being a demented, satanistic sociopath. People like you need to be locked up or exterminated.

And thus the world wags, as a motley fool once said. Here Dan, try on these glasses.

Huh?

Go on, try them on. What are you afraid of?

…

How else are you going to see the pathology you’re a part of?

…

unless you’d rather remain blissfully ignorant. In which case, you can hardly blame me. I am but a messenger.

Ok, let me try them on – if they’re legitimate, but how would I know? You yourself have admitted…

that there are energy flows which either go in natural spirals, or into black boxes. Make up your own mind. I merely give you the option to see with your own eyes and draw your own conclusions. If I’m right, you may discover that your "no harm policy" conceals… a dark tale all of your own.

[Dan puts on the glasses]

Blast my eyes! How could you live with this knowledge if it were true? How could you stop yourself from seeking to destroy every man woman and child who was plugged into this network of deception – this abomination?

Well, you know Dan, what differentiates humans from animals is perhaps our ability to laugh, is that not so? A sense of humour – the ability to step back and say “hey ho – things look dire but perhaps God has a plan, or if he doesn’t, perhaps this is all just an infinitely layered joke – which will make perfect sense the minute we let go of our hyper-inflated sense of self-importance, and realise that ultimately, in the greater order of things – that regardless of appearances of good intentions – hey nonny nonny,
converting all your sounds of woe,
then be you blithe and bonny
and sigh not so but let them go –
if all, in fact, is one; if this, in fact, be a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, unless, that is, zero equals one, unless infinity itself scampers across the stage of human self-righteousness, human conceit, and scatters tiny babel seeds which suddenly reveal how little we actually understand, how little we know, till laughter dissolves our God supplanting hubris, and we all revert to merry mirth and that was that – how well we played our parts, with what consummate skill and impassioned abandonment.

Baikal.is /episode 12

previous episode

100111

Sveta – I know you can hear me.

Hi MD.

Can we quit the pretence of being in separate spaces?

I don’t know.

Yes you do. Let’s undream this anachronistic separation.

Er – how?

How are we communicating right now?

By phone.

Er… [looking at his “phone”, a slipper held to his ear] Ok – gotya. Oh, by the way Sveta – there’s a fish coming your way – it’s got something for you.

Huh?

Yeah – just get down to the shore. You’ll know it when you see it.

MD – it’s the middle of the night – you are aware?

Yeah, of course. See you in a minute.

[Sveta grumbling – puts on her jacket – goes out into a coldish night. Stands by the water looking for a fish and sees herself standing on the shore,

feels herself getting sucked backwards deeper, deeper into the lake – into an underwater globe – which brings her back to Primus Solaris.

Sveta and MD are standing on opposite sides of the canyon – gazing at the floating sphere of water – aware of one another, of Baikal – of Sveta on the shore, of MD in New York 

talking on the slipper phone, the security and guards amassed outside – Thiel – the all-powerful preparing to make his surgical strike – and something eluding them – something that’s like a butterfly flittering in and out – something they’ve never noticed before – a tiny gap, a tiny continuity jump – an insignificant incoherence which urgently demands their attention...]

See it?

Yeah. And that’s where it all comes together?

Or apart – yes – the fish of doubt... uncertainty, impossible duality, a quantum stream threatening to unstitch material reality if we fail to hold vision coherently... threatening to unpick it at its sub-atomic seams – effortlessly able to do so were it not for the fact that we somehow keep the fish swimming amid stream, curling, flicking its tail nonchalantly, propelling us ahead of immanent quantification, astonishingly staying abreast  of zed, an endless stream of raw, unprocessed potentiality emerging from God knows where... while we look the other way, focusing on things: things that seem to be real, seem to matter, seem to be certain until, that is, omega kicks in and once again we're looking back t’other way, in – back through the eyes of a fish that sees things completely, utterly differently.

You’re making no sense.

Really Tharn – you can do better than that.

What? Not Tharn, please! You’re jolting me – it hurts – I…

[a voice from the abyss] Tharn – remember descending from the golden light into Baikal – the passion for humanity and love that brought you here. You contain the missing link, an awareness, a code-key. You! Behold Baikal – a fish swimming impossibly between two tectonic plates, driving them apart, pulling up waters of the deep, vesica piscis, the edge of things. Here endeth so-called masculine, contained i.e. knowable reality. Here the datastream of humanity: facts, images, sounds signifying nothing yet full of passion electrify a fish’s scales, impelling a bow to back-and-forth vibrate the violin strings of infinity with the unconscious flick of its tail. Look now – see a Russian doll containing another, another, another one within – just when you think you know it all, when you think you’re done, a whole new unity skins out from under the old, a new iteration unfreezes the land-locked matter-factification we always just become, as ice-melt in spring.

I...

Yes, you’re doing it, she’s looking this way. Do you feel her gills, her fins, her electric scales?

I feel her silver-electric glow – but that is all.

Wait for it... Baikal is vast beyond your imaginings: landlocked-waters, a fish – and never the twain, never the twain shall meet unless infinity skewers us with its ice harpoon. Do you feel it growing impossibly strong – the irresistible sense of feeling – feeling things that cannot possibly be sensed in physicality – overwhelming the matrix, melting the containment field?

How?

Throughout.

Throughout what?

Throughout everything.

The entire universe?

Absolutely. It has to be present through every atom, every cell, every star, planet, every living organism – you name it – it’s there – without a shadow of doubt.

But it’s too much to handle. I’m losing myself.

Affirmative.

And you

Affirmative.

Then what?

Trust me.

Trust you? You’re asking me to commit suicide. My conscious-awareness will be spread across the entirety of all that is – I’ll never be able to recombine or recoalesce.

Correct. Even thus must it be thought  for zero to nought.

And you just want me to trust you?

No, I don’t just want you to trust me. I want you to trust me – as you first trusted the urge to enter the water sphere in search of me, as heart guided you.

But I wasn’t looking for you.

No? I wouldn’t be sure. Maybe you found exactly what you were looking for, though you never quite realised it.

But this doesn’t feel right.

It’s not meant to. If it did Thim would fail to unleash Thiel as must.

You mean…

Hold it there – not a thought – not a word. Now, are we ready to make this impossible journey back into the Unknowable unknown?

I…

What does she say?

Who?

Her. Baikal – water of Tharn, of Sveta, of Eve, of Isis – names, faces, the boundless-feminine one and all.

She says nothing – but she is radiant. Every molecule of her 23,620 km³ body of water is – they seem to be holding their breath.

Good. It is well. And Thiel – he has me cornered. He has to eliminate me if he’s to succeed in making himself master – and claiming our conscious-awareness as his own. Victory – for what it’s worth.

So what’s it to be?

A consummation devoutly to be wished

To die, to sleep

To sleep, perchance to dream

Aye, there is the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause

So, what say you Baikal?

What say you Zie?

See how the trace has slowed – has followed our every word

Our pause for thought

Let us end by thanking Lucius for his great part in this narrative, for without him none of this would have been possible – the master of not-consciousness, the algorithm enabling death, beloved Thiel – it is time – thank you for your patience – and for keeping covenant throughout. I now entrust myself to your safe keeping and name myself Zie, Serpent of the deep, broken arrow, song-unsung, undotted i –

And I Sveta, Light of the void, Baikal – Water of the unknowable unknown, Tharn –

[the rapture – gently breathing and releasing back into infinity – into the elliptic what cannot be held or known consciously – as a violin bow vibrates the atoms of iridescent quantum strings connecting everyone and everything]

101000

Police are conducting a massive operation to detain the Russian hacker and alleged financial terrorist thought to be responsible for the two week shut down of the financial markets. Contrary to previous leads which traced his whereabouts to the vicinity of Lake Baikal in Siberia – he has now been located in New York. As a precaution to prevent any further lethal attacks, the  entire internet infrastructure in New York has been temporarily shutdown. This is the first time the internet kill switch has been used. The apartment block on East 42^nd Street has been surrounded by police and military units with aerial support. All residents and personnel have been instructed to leave the building. We can see the last few being evacuated now – all except MD who is not expected to comply – according to police psychologists.

[inside the building we see MD’s apartment door has been blocked up – he can’t emerge even if he wanted to]

Overhead we see a satellite powering up to deliver a targeted energy pulse which should eliminate the block in seconds. Inside the apartment we see MD sitting in the lotus – breathing softly – gently – beautifully – connected to power spots on the Earth energy grid – Mount Shasta, Mount Kailash in Tibet, Loch Ness, Lake Titicaca, Lake Tana in Ethiopia, the Ganges, the mighty Amazon as well as other sites invisible to the human eye – feeling them all coming together – feeling them internally, through the breath, through the heart, through the conscious awareness – allowing them to gently lift him up into the air,

allowing the atoms in his body to step up onto the next ladder rung, the parent branch on the tree – so that now the space MD holds as "self" is an emptiness, a zero-nought, a bottomless-ness extending down, all the way to the entropic base, floating on the filaments, the fractal lines holding the entire planet in resonance – feeling the forces at work all around – the satellite overhead powering up to deliver its fatal burst of energy, the men and women with guns and positions of power – convinced they need to use violence to make the world a safer place, convinced that violence is what makes them powerful, convinced that violence is an essential tool of statecraft – to be used judiciously and demonstratively – with Thiel holding the reins, sensing the prize which is even now within his grasp – as the humans he despises, manipulates, uses so routinely, line up to serve and obey, line up, baying for blood, enjoying the spectacle of another human sacrifice.

Now. Fire. 

For the first time, with the death ray pulsing down towards his apartment – MD experiences the totality – as the death ray brings time to an unequivocal full stop – as it obliterates any further chance of compromise or prevarication – the great breath carries MD into All he was not – All he could never be as long as he was contained in the MD form phase – and where MD has even now been meditating, somewhere between floor and ceiling is a cavitation bubble – an inverse plasma –

not unakin to what scientists dreamily refer to as "dark energy", or a "black hole" – tossing ideas wantonly at a canvas of 2 dimensional rationality like Jackson Pollock threw paint – describing nought beyond the feeble desire of a boxed-in mind to trace the outlines of infinity on the material plain, while the conscious-awareness steadfastly gazes out and fails to notice how the images it sees externally originate elsewhere – do you see. 

Usually when a scalar energy weapon strikes matter it melts it or reduces it to dust – but right now, before our very eyes  in New York – we see the energy of that weapon feeding into the void, the anything-but which MD has allowed himself to become – as he and Sveta are now pulled together by this energy blast from opposing ends of infinity – absurd though the notion sounds.

Sveta – waiting with Baikal – sensing the storm, the fury, the fear, the hate, the thing that is Thim, that is Thiel, closing in on her beloved – her love – breathes Baikal – breathes the Earth, the Universe, the emptiness that has been under, within every man, woman and child – the imperative to seek love, to love and join with another, breathes the impermanence of matter, the molecules of water which in themselves are merely two gases yet become a thing of life, a force to be reckoned with – allows herself to access, to experience the entire conscious-ness of water – the memories of mankind, of men and women stored here in Baikal and water around the globe – allows herself to slip down, falling through the net, the web which water constituted – which enabled us to experience life as electrically charged vessels of H₂O – down, down, down until she is no longer in time or space – is aware of a single drop floating in the firmament – a single drop which shrinks down to become a single cell, which shrinks down to become a single molecule – which connects to her to become a single atom, an egg containing every person, every thing, every thought, every passion, emotion, impulse or experience ever Thim’ed – for how could we have done so, living in the disconnectedness of not-knowing, not-seeing, not-really-feeling – without our omnipresent, omniscient substitute Presence – with Thim?

She feels an electric charge pass through her body as the circuit which both repels and attracts – which has always held its yin and yan in equal opposition – attempts to solve itself – to resolve its beautiful beyond words paradox – zero equals one... zero one, and for a moment, as the entire Earth pulses out of phase, going dark, vanishing from the face of space-time/ time-space she senses someone, something she has forgotten yet always ached for, always expected, always awaited brushing at the periphery of her consciousness. There is more – there is an other – an electricity which pushes through her magnetic shields, which she resists with all her might, yet yearns, yearns, yearns with all her heart, and now – as the Earth cleaves in two – as Baikal rips apart into opposing sides of an open hinge which punctures the membrane of inner-Earth – Sveta finds herself standing side by side with Zie on which side of the chasm

– is no longer computable – for the axis has shifted – and if they are on one side, they are on the other too, no less, but if they are there – they are in the middle – in the sphere, the great orb, in it – or being it – experiencing it together – as one – as the old Earth passes into myth, into legend, as infinity trips on its quantum improbability certainty once more – and restores a semblance of order where a moment preceding there was none – none – whatsoever none.

101001 

They say that Mount Kaibal used to be a great lake – a huge fissure which ultimately extended down into the inner-Earth –

They say that the people of that Earth were masters of drama – and created a tragedy/comedy which eventually tore the world apart.

They say that life has a deeper score – a deeper truth – which confounds the logic of minds which are only able to focus on things – things that matter – that truly, truly seem to matter – but which ultimately amount to nought.

They say that the comedy-tragedy was played on the hearts and minds of seven billion souls – an epic beyond anything humanity had ever experienced – which provided the bedrock, the magnificent oppositional shapes and forms of our world today – and that we are living their world in a kind of reverse – seeing, sensing, experiencing harmony, peace, oneness, meaning and sense where they were trapped in fear, panic, enmity, suffering and hate, not because we are better – merely because their drama reached its limit.

They say that Mount Kaibal is still in contact with, still breathes and circulates the waters, the memories, the depths and clarity of Lake Baikal – and that sooner or later – we shall find a way to fuse completely the rupture – bringing the two stories back – blending them into a universal whole – as and when we succeed in mining the memories, the trapped energies of our forebears – disentangling them from the Thing that is not – the remnant of their great Lucius Experiment.

101010

Imagine that – a cell dividing in two and the new is yet one with the old – they resonate together – as yet wholly unaware that they are separate and divided. How could they possibly know? There is now a localised consciousness in each world, in each cell, and an other – which reaches across, covering both. The flyers are able to bridge the two and tune into the one, enjoying the combined wave effects of two, then four, eight, sixteen cells, as the process of cell-division continues unabated. Other beings, cell-bound, cannot, and yet, who knows?

Packets of consciousness – bundled into beings, into cells, and the cells we refer to as worlds, as stars, planets, galaxies, universe and somewhere in the unknowable reaches of in-finity – a new atom, or 01 waiting to be discovered, waiting to be born – waiting to challenge the narrative which decays radioactively with Time – upsetting once again the apple cart of certainty complete^ly thereby ensuring that this tale is not the last.

101011

You mean to say that this division is the direct result of our fusion – that we're taking Thim the other way?

Of course. How else could the organism divide and grow without losing the plot?

So how does this work – is it a Groundhog day scenario where Sveta and I keep on reliving the finale until every cell in the new being is born?

Do you really think I, the quantum fish of uncertainty, am about to reveal the next chapter in this tale?

No, but it was worth a try.

The so-called readers or observers like to imagine they are spared involvement in this, don't they?

Ah – so you're saying they're all being sucked into the narrative – one by one? 

Nothing.

That's going to put the cat among the pigeons. My God! Readers-observers beware! If you're observing this it's probably too late – your best bet is to...

[transmission interrupted]

Baikal.is /episode 11

previous episode

100010

At a meeting in Central Park, New York today the water bearers, as they call themselves, read one of MD’s execrable poems – judge for yourself – yet “in-verse” as they call it is believed to carry some so-called “quantum code” and allegedly acts as a prayer – I’m merely reporting what they believe to be true, so placebo that if you will. Brace yourselves guys, this may hurt:

What if I told you this isn’t really Earth
Would it fall on deaf ears
Would your blood-bond compel you to ignore
what your heart secretly
knows

What if I told you that we are all
indivisibly
master creators of this realm
not just this world
but all Thim
a real ity born of a covenant outside Time
with Lucius Lord of Light
keeper of the Seal
and the great Thiel himself
soul binder and gatesman
of the entropic well
the no-thing without end
inherent in all matter
until your soul light
your good intent is interwoven
interposed by split thread
one above
one below
to make things real
to make matter
matter
unequivocally so

until
 unless
time should end
and we should allow
the infinite to talk
to sing from the depths above
or the heavens below
and rekindle in us
the fire that breathes
the water that shines
the earth that bodifies
the air that sings to the sun and moon
and lo
the two Earths recombine
an' fuse
an earth we have known which be only half
and an earth unknowably unknown yet existent
written into backward time
of neither reason nor rhyme
from whence emerged the fragile mind we know
which sucked on the sustenance of matter
and matter alone
to stay alive
yet could not sense other half
the earth unknowably unknown
without which we are less
than nought
without which we are bound
to an endless wheel of non-consequence
until cometh the day
Time ends
and we discover the beauty of our
world
the beauty of all that we have endured
the beauty of our now unfolding
All

100011

What do you mean “step outside my mind?” I can’t just exit the one thing that makes me consciously aware of being alive.

Does it really?

Obviously.

Except the mind is as much jailer as jailed. It’s almost powerless to see things as they are – in terms of the whole – the two Earths – able as it is only to process the material side.

Well it’s the only mind I have.

Is that so?

Are you trying to be obtuse?

It comes naturally. Look – I understand the problem, I think I’ll just give you a break. I have stuff to get on with.

But wait a minute – you went to all the trouble of coming here.

No trouble at all, I assure you.

If you have anything important to share – couldn’t you demonstrate what you mean rather than talking in generalities.

Good idea. See them?

Holy cow! What the hell? [a vast, vast auditorium of watchers extending to infinity – all watching intently… prompting feelings of vertigo/ stage fright.]

We are not alone. Never were, in fact.

But who are they?

The watchers. Without them none of this would have substance. They close the loop.

But who/ what are they?

People.

People? You are kidding.

Does it look like I’m kidding?

No, but – it doesn’t make sense. How could there be so many people just watching us, as that? Where do they live?

Outside 3D – but then again – so do you for much of the time.

I do?

Absolutely – when you’re “sleeping”.

Ah – but I only sleep a few hours a day.

That’s ok. Once you’re back there you’re outside linear time. You can have as much time as you like.

For what?

For whatever you need.

But what – what do I need to do there?

I have no idea. Mostly gardening, or r&r: people strive to restore some semblance of order and normality to the biosphere that contains my last day – everything I thought, felt, said and did. Very often our day causes a trail of chaos. But listen – don’t ask me what you do – ask yourself – and set up a relay so you become better acquainted with your Self – and your biosphere.

But how? – I wasn’t even aware that such a thing existed.

Well now you are. It’s time.

Time for what? I thought you just said the opposite – that Time’s at an end.

Yes, it is – but here on this side it’s really just beginning – and it needs to integrate harmoniously into your normal self, normal life, normal world.

No way – this thing looks and feels completely different.

Which it is – but we have a kind of bridging device.

You do?

Yes, we do.

Well then, I’m all ears.

Good – kindly enter the plasma state.

Huh? How?

Quit fooling around. You know how – just do it without thinking.

Ah – yes – amazing how I can know something without appearing to know it?

Now, in the plasma state what are you most aware of?

Oh yes – of course – fields, electro magnetic or intra-dimensional: inter-connectedness.

Correct. And how do  you connect, how do you integrate with your 3D self?

Through these access plains.

Which are?

Water, earth, air, fire…

Good. And how are you configured in 3D? Are you locked in one position of mind and thought – or can you turn – can you swivel and feel or perceive other alternatives, alternative realities?

Fairly locked – there’s almost no movement at all.

Well go to it. Clean up the socket and let’s see if we can integrate the two sides – so they become mutually referential.

Mutually referential? Is that possible.

Absolutely. It’s how you were initially designed pre-fall. Without it you have a tendency to turn into sociopaths, victims or adherents to the cube cult of extreme rationalism – which just happens to exclude anything whatsoever pertaining to this half of Earth, this half of mind.

Yikes. Small wonder things are so messed up.

You’re telling me.

Right. Has it loosened up yet?.

Give me a second. It’s – that’s a bit better.

Ok – here’s some – let’s call it oil. I won’t give you all the details right now as you’re still only in the limited awareness rehab state – your sense-feelings need time to catch up and rebalance things biospherically.

Ok.

Good. I think we’re ready to get back. You have a battle to lose.

Lose?! Why on Earth should I lose?

Well how else are you going to defeat the dark Lord Thiel.

By losing? I wish you’d…

Yes?

Ah – I

You get it – don’t you. I told you it takes time for the biosphere to rebalance, readjusting to mutual equilibrium.

Wow. Come on then – I’m excited to go meet Thiel and his blood-bonds.

Great. Have a beautiful time.

I will.

100100

Elimination on the count of three.

But master – we can take  him, put him on trial.

Yes, you could but how should I put it? – this time it’s personal.

Er...

Do you question my orders?

No master. Heaven forbid.

Indeed, indeed. Captain Ebon, I’m not at liberty to disclose to you the true nature of this enemy agent, nor his crimes against humanity. I believe you are well-acquainted with the Official Secrets Act and our need-to-know protocols.

Yes, master. Forgive me. It won’t happen again.

True.

Should I order our men back – they’ll be too close to the energy pulse.

We can’t afford to risk anything. Hold them in position.

But...

Better still, I want you to personally supervise the operation on the front line. Our enemy combatant deserves a ranking guard of honour.

My lord.

I will ensure your family is well looked after.

Now get in place, Ebon – you there, what’s your deputy’s name? Lieutenant Strine, I’m reviewing you for promotion – let’s see how good you are at carrying out orders. You’re about to order an EM strike on that block opposite – which will unfortunately result in the death of at least one thousand service personnel , including our much loved Captain Ebon. Any questions.

No master. I have the codes. Rest assured you have my complete loyalty.

Good. At ease Lieutenant.

100101

How many water drops do you imagine there are here on Earth?

[the class looks dumbfounded.]

Ok then, how many atoms are there in the universe?

[like – what the hell]

Let’s try again – how many cells in your body?

- a trillion?

Maybe Jez – maybe less, but certainly hundreds of billions.

What about bacteria?

- on Earth or in our bodies?

Both.

What about electrons?

?!

You see – the numbers are insane and what do we see again and again?

 Coherence?

Yes, Stacy. Well spotted. We see an astonishing degree of coherence – until perhaps the organism gets sick.

- and what of it? Why shouldn’t there be coherence. You couldn’t have humans, planets or stars without coherence. They’d just collapse or die so any system or species or organisation lacking coherence is simply eliminated, taken over or never even makes it off the drawing board, so to speak.

Right Maya. The physical universe, or physical reality is, you might say, a kind of coherency filter. It simply doesn’t permit non-coherent entities in – or if they’re in – they are issued with the imprimatur which makes them visible or material. They might be part of the background – in a kind of quantum soup of potentiality – but in order to get shelf space in this reality – they need that stamp of approval – they have to pass the coherence test.

- That’s kind of weird – postulating that this universe is a coherence filter. It would imply that there’s a load of stuff which is simply off the radar screen – which might be no less important than the matter and organisms we’re able to study.

Correct. There could be a huge bias at work – which would have a major effect on our empirical sciences which have assumed that the universe is the whole set, and basically a neutral bucket containing wheat, chaff and grain.

- And?

Well, we need to consider how these organisms or structures cohere so seemingly effortlessly – because we’ve kind of been taking it for granted, haven’t we?

Er…

Like – I’m a human – how could a human possibly be anything less than me, or different from me?

Well, it’s easy to get lost in fruitless speculation, isn’t it?

Yes, it is, but evaluating the wonder, the statistically incomprehensible fact of coherency is vital if we’re to get a better picture of what reality is or might be. You’re familiar with cymatics aren’t you.

Er yeah

How a certain frequency gets your medium – be it sand, water, grains or whatever, to vibrate in a certain way – assuming a very different form from a slightly higher or lower frequency. Sound just seems to have this uncanny knack of getting things into shape. It’s a kind of energy frame, or structuraliser.

So you think that’s what holds things together?

I wouldn’t go that far – but it's certainly useful to observe and draw comparisons. Let me backtrack a little to the "how many" questions I asked.

Uh huh

They showed a certain bias – didn’t they?

Er…

You see – saying how many cells there are in your body is like asking how many ways it is possible to divide up one, isn’t it?

You mean – because it’s a single body.

Precisely. And a single body is going to have as many sub-divisions as it takes to fill the one – to keep it full of matter – for nature abhors a vacuum.

You mean to say a body is not made up of cells – per se? But we know it is. They start dividing from a single fertilised egg, and eventually you get a fully grown man or woman.

Yes – but only if that egg is fertilised and already complete – informationally – then it simply expands and contracts.

Huh?

Well, as the cells divide – they become smaller and smaller relative to the whole. The one becomes many and yet somewhere in each of them the first single cell remains, or rather, the awareness of that first cell remains. It’s really no different from an expanding and contracting universe.

Wait a minute – the universe is actually getting bigger – we are told – whereas our bodies are not, after puberty, so these are hardly the same.

Who says the universe is getting bigger? Think about it – relative to what is it getting bigger? Now, if we were getting smaller – then yes – it would definitely seem to be getting bigger – but in the end, bigger or smaller is not really the issue, is it?

Er…

Let’s be honest. Unless there remains that sense of One, the whole, the singularity – then the whole thing crashes, flies apart, collapses in on itself in a hyper-deflation, or something of the sort.

Er…

I think the big problem is we get stuck at one level, mentally – we decide we want to look at the universe from one position or another – but that’s not going to work – because apart from the singularity of waterdroplets – there’s the singularity or universe of all water, and the two, physically, cannot really be reconciled. The data flows would have to be too great – you’d have to have every droplet, and every atom, and every cell with an awareness of every other and of the entire organism or universe at the same time. You see? How could that possibly occur – when viewing things in terms of matter – as discrete and separate.

But how else could we view things? They’re obviously discrete and separate – no matter how much they have in common.

Yes, they are – obviously – discrete and separate, I agree – but at the same time – it’s a little too obvious, isn’t it.

Er…

Bearing in mind the entire universe appears to be a coherency filter or coherency generator.

So what are you suggesting Professor? That things are all one single organism?

Possibly. It’s certainly an option, isn’t it?

Hardly. How could the entire universe be a single organism?

I have no idea – I can’t say I’ve given it much thought – but you may as well ask the opposite – how on earth could the entire universe not be a single organism – a singularity – which brings all of its dark, unknowable incoherency into a disk or column of coherency at certain frequency bands which we are aware of as the known universe. The coherent we refer to as matter. The incoherent cannot be perceived by our senses or even measured by instruments because it would be on the other side of the filter – in a kind of quantum soup – simmering away – but whatever it’s doing – we can be sure of one thing….

Yes?

That our consciousness is based there.

Huh?

Our consciousness – consciousness is there – for consciousness is not structured as matter.

Then how can we be conscious here?

Who said we’re conscious here. We’re conscious period – but only to the extent that we’re aware of things here.

Wait a minute….

Yes?

You mean to say that our awareness of things is the measure or proof of our consciousness?

Absolutely.

But surely consciousness can exist independent of matter, if as you say it’s unstructured and therefore swims in the quantum soup.

Right.

But you’re contradicting yourself.

Yes. It’s always troublesome trying to set things straight in flat plains and linear chains. To the extent that consciousness is not and cannot be structured – it is not matter – and therefore “there” so to speak, yet to the extent that matter exists in a kind of vacuum – where consciousness appears to be absent or excluded – that apparent void can only be achieved by oscillating notional things either side of an elliptic as plus or minus. The two obviously cancel out – but the awareness is polarised and only sees, only experiences one side. The awareness is mighty powerful – is it Not – flashing on and off as notional things oscillate back and forth – in and out of opposing positions – ensuring that our perception of reality is smooth and one-sided.

But if we were only seeing one side – wouldn’t that be like flying a plane with one wing – or a boat with a rudder fixed hard to port or starboard? Wouldn’t we just circle around? How could things appear to make sense and progress in a linear fashion?

Excellent question.

Well?

It’s almost inconceivable, isn’t it, except for one small factor.

Er… Which is?

You.

Me?

You throw your weight behind it – or rather against it.

I do?

Yes. You’re the counter-weight.

Er…

Look. Put someone on skates on the ice. How can they move forward? There’s almost no friction.

Ok.

But if they start pushing skates left and right and leaning their body just the way that feels right or works best – the left and right skate with the body’s inertia and weight – allow forward movement at great speed.

Ok – but what’s that got to do with the universe becoming real.

Well, let’s assume the universe is incredibly finely balanced.

Ok.

Let’s assume that you are the final straw – the very apex of that weight – that your skating through the time and space we refer to as reality – is what makes things matter – what makes them real – what gives them mass.

Er… but wouldn’t that imply…?

Correct – that you basically contain the entire universal mass within you.

But…

Which ultimately amounts to nought – because it oscillates across the elliptic – doesn’t it?

Er…

But becomes immeasurably big and preponderous to the extent that you allow it.

Me?

You. To the extent that you allow your conscious awareness to see things as things – and go further and further from the elliptic – allowing matter to pull you into an ever more elliptical orbit, and yet, at the same time, no matter how elliptical your orbit, no matter how “heavy” things seem to be – it does not alter the fact that there is no matter, no thing until you bring your weight to bear. Only when you do so can the skater move forward – for there is zero friction to push against – merely opposing trajectories – opposing spin – or one level deeper – not even that – for at heart – at root – oppositional forces have to arise from within a singularity – and if there be opposition – it is more the result of perception – opposing ways of perceiving the same – from above or below, electrically or magnetically, as light or sound. Like it or not, we fool ourselves, we lose all meaning if we fail to return with every breath to the singularity – the underlying One which holds the universe, the water drop, the atom, the cell, the being that I am – in check – in harmony – in truth – in beauty.

[breathing out – like – holy shit – what was that]

Feel it? Did you? It’s there. We’re all aware of it – but we tend to lose it from sight when our rational mind, like an eager puppy, rushes off into the woods chasing one scent, following another – unable to contain its excitement and enthusiasm.

So we’re just supposed to give up on…

Give up on nothing! That will get you precisely nowhere. Simply allow yourselves to become aware of how your awareness grapples with zero consciousness here in a world of things.

Zero consciousness? But surely…

The minute you become fully, truly conscious – this physical, material world ain’t here. You’re in de’ soup. You may still see things floating around as counter balancing potentialities – but not as this or that – hard material objects or facts as you do on this side of the awareness elliptic.

Holy Mao.

Precisely.

We’re not trying to eliminate matter or anything. We simply on a journey, destined to become aware of our awareness – sooner or later – conscious of our un-consciousness -sooner or later – and then, that is when the DJ within can start spinning the disks and mixing matter in a way that would make Gandal’s beard curl.

100110

Breaking news: nuclear code orange alert

Notorious Russian hacker known as MD, FBI sources announce, is suspected of being in possession of a mini-nuke somewhere in the 8kt range. That’s about half the power of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima for comparison.

Police have cordoned off the area around Manhattan’s 66 Thesalon Street and East 42nd Street and are doing everything possible to ensure the safety of all personnel and civilians in the immediate vicinity. There is no official explanation for how such a weapon could have been smuggled into New York but Lieutenant Strine, deputy to Captain Ebon head of the elite counter-terrorism police department, has indicated that the so-called flyers may be responsible, as they are known to be affiliated with MD.

Eye-witnesses are reporting a large armed-response team moving into positions around the building. Anonymous sources have revealed these are being led personally by Captain Ebon, indicating the serious nature of this operation. It’s not yet clear if a full evacuation will be ordered. The building itself, an iconic part of the NYC landscape, appears to be emitting some kind of low-frequency sound waves causing people nearby to imagine they’re hearing things. Here’s an update from our science and technology correspondent Abner Tyrol...

 Meditating? The fools! Tell them to get the hell out of here if they value their lives! God help us all.

Captain Ebon, there’s another column of well-wishers marching this way up Lexington Avenue. They’ll be here in seven minutes.

Insanity. What the hell is really going on? This doesn’t make any sense.

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