creating me

You seem to be lost.

Er... I’m not sure. I don’t seem to know.

What don’t you know?

I don’t know. Why don’t you ask me something, that might help.

Who are you?

I don’t know. That’s bizarre, isn’t it? I seem to have misplaced my self.

Where are you from?

I don’t know. Really – I don’t remember.

Where are you going to?

Nope. Don’t know. I seem to be in limbo.

Do you know why you’re here?

Ah... I seem to remember... er... something I was doing... something er...

Something?

Can’t quite put my finger on it.

Me – any idea who I am?

Er... not... really. No, No idea. But you seem to be familiar. Strangely er... familiar. Er... very familiar in fact. Any clues?

Or where we are? Have you glanced around? Any idea where you might be?

Oh – I... you know, I don’t seem to have given it much thought – in fact – I can’t really describe where I am at all, which is rather unusual now that I come to think of it. You’d expect I’d have a clear image – that I could accurately describe where I’m now... er... not sure if I’m sitting, standing or what – which is definitely less than should be expected, unless...

Yes?

Unless, er... I don’t want to be melodramatic or anything, but...

Yes?

Unless I’m er... actually er...

Er?

Dead?

Ah – you think you might be dead?

Might be – I mean, it’s a consideration isn’t it – with me not being able to describe who or where I am. Come to think of it – that puts dead somewhere near the top of the list of things that I might now be. I could test the hypothesis, of course, by examining my body, if I have one.

If you have one? You’re not er... sure?

Strangely enough – I haven’t yet figured out if I have a body or not.

What seems to be the difficulty determining whether or not you have a body?

Well, I’m not able to discern any body as such at the present moment – but there might be some perfectly rational explanation for why this is the case.

Like what, for example?

Oh, you know, I could be unconscious and having an out of body experience. Or I could be...

Yes?

Sleeping. I could certainly be sleeping. This could all be a dream.

Ok. Anything else?

Oh yes – I’m sure there are others, I just haven’t yet managed to get them straight in my mind. For example, I might be sitting here, or standing, with my eyes closed.

Your eyes closed? Well, in that case perhaps you could open them?

That’s just the thing, God, I’m er... not sure I want to... not sure I’m ready. It might be a shock.

A shock. Is that it?

Or possibly disappointing. It might be terribly disappointing, and I wouldn’t want that – shattering precious illusions – that kind of thing. I’d have nothing else to fall back on, would I?

I, er, don’t know.

But I can’t just...

What?

I can’t just – for ever, can I?

For ever what?

Without checking my status. Sooner or later I’m going to have to grab the bull by the horns.

You mean open your eyes?

If I have them.

If you have them. Or you could try asking me, if you like, what I can see. That might throw a little light on things.

Oh no, no, no, that wouldn’t be a good idea at all.

No?

No, that would be like opening my eyes. I might hear too much, and then I’d be in a quandary.

Ok, well you’re welcome to take as long as you like to make up your mind. I’m not in any particular sort of rush. I can just get on with some stuff while you think things through.

Oh.

Make yourself at home.

Er... thanks, I’ll put the kettle on if that’s alright.

Absolutely. Go right ahead. Tea’s in the cupboard over the sink on the left. Sugar’s in the jar by the breadbin.

Right. I’ll feel my way in the dark.

Or you could try using your third eye for a change. That would be fun wouldn’t it?

No, don’t believe in that kind of thing. I’m a more down to earth regular eyes kind of fella, you know.

Yes, I had a hunch, but you know, you’re welcome to be whoever you choose. My job as your host is to provide you with various options.

Much appreciated, but I’m not a fan of all that esoteric spirity stuff.

No. Well, I won’t keep you.

You off are you God? It’s been nice talking to you. I expect you have a lot to keep you busy.

I suppose I do – but it all seems to keep getting done miraculously, in the nick of time.

Fixing problems around the universe – plugging interstellar leaks, correcting galactic rates of spin or incline, adjusting planetary weather systems...

Surprisingly the universe seems to take care of itself – it’s the people on Earth, or its surrogates, that seem to take up most of my time.

Really? A troublesome bunch, aren’t we.

No trouble really. It’s a process – it’s all part and parcel of creation.

It is? I thought we were the spanner in the works.

Huh?

The ones who are messing everything up – destroying the planet, killing off species, polluting the oceans...

Yes, you do like to push the limits, that’s for sure. But that’s how it’s meant to be.

You mean you designed us to be a bunch of system breakers?

Kind of – yes. You might say that you’re the ultimate hack – a kind of virus which either makes or breaks the system. Otherwise it couldn’t evolve as intended.

So you think there’s still a chance that we might pull this off before the entire system crashes?

I don’t know. That depends on you.

On us?

No, just you.

Who – me?

Precisely.

What do you mean? What have I got to do with how things work out on Earth?

On Earth? Not just on Earth... the entire universe is at stake.

You’re kidding.

Do I look like I’m kidding?

Ah – you’re trying to trick me, I feel. Want to get me to open my eyes and take a peek.

I must confess that the thought had crossed my mind – but no – I’m not actually allowed to trick you.

Huh? What do you mean “not allowed”? You’re God – you can do anything! That’s what it means to be God.

Well, I’m not going to disagree with you – that would be the height of folly – but there’s a difference between being able to do anything and being able to do some thing or certain things.

I’m not sure I follow.

Well, I can do anything I like – I can, for example, create an entirely new universe, or planet or species but once it’s already been created – once the wheel has been set in motion, I can’t just doing anything at all.

Why not?

Well, because to create the universe, or you for that matter – I didn’t exactly pull a rabbit out of the hat. It wasn’t a trick as such.

No? Then how?

How does one create anything? You yourself create things, don’t you – or you did when you had your eyes open not so long ago.

Yes,  but that’s different.

Is it? Don’t be so sure. What did you create?

I made a boat.

Oh yes – that was very nice. Now how did you make it?

Wood. Glue. A saw. It took ages to do. You could do it in no time at all, I expect, and yours wouldn’t have sprung a leak as mine did.

Ok – so I’ve got the process a little more refined – but it’s still basically the same.

It is?

Absolutely.

I find that hard to believe.

Yes, you’re in the habit of distrusting me – but I’m was trying to explain that I’m not actually allowed to deceive you – not because I’m any better than you –

Oh come on – you’re God – of course you’re better. It goes without saying.

Not when you understand the nature of creation.

Huh?

That everything I created was and is part of me.

Part of you?

Yes – I had no other materials to use – so naturally I used myself.

Oh. Very er...

Lost for words – I know the feeling. But I didn’t just use myself.

No, what else did you use?

I used my wildest passion, my deepest inspiration, my utmost creativity.

Goes without saying, doesn’t it.

And in doing so I managed to exceed the limits of what is physically possible.

You mean you created something from nothing.

No, that would be impossible.

Not for you – you’re God – you can do anything.

Like I said – when you’re on the job you need to be practical, and it’s not enough for me to announce I’m God and expect everything to just happen spontaneously.

No? I rather thought...

Yes, you’ve already told me.

So, what’s the big secret then?

Well, I was obviously working with something, wasn’t I?

How could you be – you hadn’t yet created anything.

Ah – that’s just it, isn’t it. I hadn’t created anything but I already existed, in a manner of speaking – but I had to work with something didn’t I, so what was it?

You’re asking me? You’re God – you should know, if anyone does?

You see the word “create”, like the word “sing” or “jump” has a specific meaning – and that meaning is not, in fact, to make something from nothing.

No?

No – it’s about harnessing the powers or power of creativity – which exists – out there – which is all around – and which can be harnessed, can be brought to bear, if and only if I hold nothing back – if I put my heart and soul into the process.

So you have a heart and soul then?

Well, in a manner of speaking yes, I do – but what this really means is that it wasn’t just a case of waving a wand and uttering wingardium leviosa.

Don’t you mean “lumos”?

Oh yes, I suppose I do.

So you had to kind of nail yourself to the cross of your own creation.

Er... not sure I like the idea of nailing myself to anything – but I certainly had to become an integral part of what I was creating – which means that I have to be absolutely straight with that creation at all times – because otherwise I’d not have been able to have created it in the first place.

Deep. Very deep – but I think I get what you’re saying.

When you do that – when you participate in the ecstasy of creation, you seem to get more out than you put in.

Ah! That’s the secret that every alchemist and modern day businessman has been attempting to puzzle out.

When all along they were living in it, breathing it, being it.

You mean we’re all part of that something more – so we should be able to figure it out?

Naturally – if you’d observe nature – for example. She has little difficulty keeping herself rich and abundant. Just consider the variety of habitats, ecosystems, species and even languages or computer programmes.

Wait a second – you’re talking about nature and human inventions as if they’re the same.

And what did you imagine? Some great divide?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact I did.

And yet it’s all about creativity isn’t it, and those languages, some of which are now going extinct, like endangered species – how do you think they all emerged?

To be honest I never gave it a lot of thought – but it seems absurd to say that i-phone apps are the same as daffodils or dung beetles.

Yes, and yet it seems equally absurd to insist they’re not, particularly when you consider how I started the ball rolling in the first place...

Er...

Yes?

Er... you seem to have fallen into reverie God. I’m not in a great hurry either, but I’ve waited an hour or more to hear you complete the sentence.

An hour you say?

I think so.

And how did you measure the time?

Well, there was a long pause and I was thinking about all kinds of things, and then I started getting bored, the way I do after I’ve been doing nothing for an hour or so.

Were you breathing?

I...

Hello?

...

Anyone there?

...

Er... did I say anything wrong?

...

Knock, knock, I’m getting bored.

You can’t get bored – you’re God.

I love the way you keep telling me what I can or can’t do – as if being God is all about being part of your control structure.

Well, I don’t think you should be affected by my shortcomings, if you’re indeed the supreme creator of all that is.

Ah – so perhaps I’m not.

Doubt – you’re infecting me with doubt no less. This is a test – isn’t it.

...

You’re testing my faith.

Actually I want to know what happened to you for 72 days when I asked you if you were breathing or not.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’re kidding, right!?

Sighing wearily – I hate to sound like an old record – but I’m not really at liberty to deceive any part of my creation in any way whatsoever, so the answer is, apologetically, no, I’m not.

72 days? I can’t have been out for the count that long.

No, it seemed rather unreasonable to me – but being God enables me to put up with things and trust there’s a deeper reason for your insensitivity.

Oh – I didn’t mean to offend you in any way – in fact I didn’t even know I was lost in thought for more than a minute or two.

As I suspected.

72 days? That beggars belief.

Actually 72 days, 14 hours and 34 minutes. I won’t bother you with the number of seconds or you’ll justifiably accuse me of splitting hairs.

Wow! I mean – my apologies for such thoughtlessness, but as you’ve probably realised – I had no idea.

Yes. No hard feelings – but I’d still appreciate an answer to the question.

Oh, yes – I

Not again! This is beginning to grate my nerves. I wonder what would happen if I started experiencing annoyance or anger? Would that be the end of my creation? Would that be the end of me? Is it even possible for God to experience annoyance or anger – I wonder. Or perhaps – perhaps sooner or later I revert to being part of someone else’s story – someone else’s creation – if...

No, I don’t think I was breathing God. Actually I’m certain I wasn’t – which certainly throws an interesting light on things, does it not?

...zzz

Huh?

...zzz

Er – God, I...

...zzz

Please don’t weird me out like this. I was just beginning to get comfortable with the fact that I seem to be having a massive out of body experience and now it looks like something terrible’s just happened to the one person I thought I could rely on. This isn’t fair. This isn’t FAIR. I can’t believe it’s happening to me.

...zzz

God, would you cut that out. You are NOT a beetle.

...zzz

NOT, you’re NOT a beetle ok, you’re NOT, you’re

NOT – I think I got the message

...zzz

You’ve gotta laugh, either it’s me or it’s you weirding out. Look – I’m not going to try and fix this, because that’s never been the way I do things. “You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.” Isn’t that what the part of the creation known as Buckminster Fuller said?

Yes, I believe he did.

So, all I do when I reach an impasse is go back to...

What?

No, the other way.

What other way?

The other way – there’s only one – back to the moment of all being nought, of nought being one – the moment when I sensed her presence.

Whose presence are you talking about?

Hers. But I can’t say who, because she’s the other side of all this – the other side of consciousness, the other side of awareness, of space, of time, of God or anything whatsoever, no matter how big or small.

Oh.

She’s what makes all things equal – including you and me.

No.

For every part of the creation – include the supreme creator you call God... dot dot dot

Dot dot dot? That’s not the kind of clarification I was hoping for.

Open your eyes Zie.

Zie? Oh my God – I’m Zie – oh my God – oh my God – I can see – I can see – I’m Zie – I’m... who’s she... who’s

...

are you?

gone fishing

On second thoughts Zie...  let’s have something to eat.

You’re kidding Merry!?

No.  Why?

I’m seeing things for the first time in my life with absolute clarity. This vast empty gulf between the two sides of reality has finally become traversable, death is no longer a factor, and you want to eat lunch?

Absolutely. Time to touch down, to get your feet back on the ground before it’s too late.

Late? For what?

Oh... nothing much.

Nothing much? Vague as ever Merry.

On the contrary. Nothing much is a precise description of what presently endangers your life.

Sorry?

Too much of no thing can dissolve irreparably your shifting bonds with real-ity Zie. A part of you has been tied down so long in 3D it craves nothing more than to dive into the deepest, furthest noughts of in-finity, but all in good time. You need to strengthen your wings before you fly too far, and find your floating feet.

My what?

Your floating feet. Another level of body in the 0=1 beyond 3D.

Er?

Here in 3D your feet walk upon the Earth – which is nothing more than a balance of probabilities, nothing more than a second, outer body in your interface with in-finity, but once you’ve loosened your bond with Earth, by rehinging your relationship to all that is, you retract your roots, your placenta stretches some and now you’re standing in a vagueness, a neither here nor thereness, a field of Is – that cannot be known thingfully unless it is gnown, gnoughtfully, unless i attunes to the field of Is and finds purchase in the zero oneness, in the g-nome portal, the gnom that is gnot, the gnom that is gnot, the gnom that is gnot, thrice g’d, un-D’d, i-me’d.

Oh dear, Merry – suddenly I feel a chill come over me – it all seems so vast, so perilous. I seem to have nowhere to rest, nowhere to call my own, nowhere to make home in your zero oneness.

Naturally – you have yet to find your floating feet. You have yet to fully retract your placenta from 3D though your roots, it is true, are now unfixed. Come, let us eat, and then there’s a pile of junk in the backyard – I’d like you to help me sort out.

Not all those rusty chains and pipes?

Precisely.

I suppose this is your way of treating my ailment – my uprootedness.

Indeed.

Well I fail to see how clearing all that rubbish away is going to help.

It already has – amazing the effect thinking about hard physical labour has on the energy field of such a person as yourself.

Oh.

Come on Zie, I’m famished.

Me too, but I need to know...

Yes?

Am i really going to have an encounter with death today?

Of course, otherwise you won’t be able to fully unhitch your placenta from Earth, to relocate it zero onely.

Zero onely – sounds like a recipe for disaster. How on Earth does one go about lassoing zero and one simultaneously?

No id-ea. But I know a man who does.

You do? I’m not sure I’m inclined to believe you Merry. It all sounds hopelessly – oh thanks – very tasty, chicken wings, roast potatoes, marinated mushrooms and pickled beetroot.

All freshly fished out of the quantum field for your benefit.

No way? This wasn’t a real chicken?

Of course it’s real - freshly fished out of in-finity. Taste it and see. You’ll find it a lot more flavoursome than most the stuff being served as food these days.

But it can’t be fake...

Who said anything about it being fake? It’s as real as anything you’ve ever tasted to date – but at the same time more than vegan – as it was neither plant nor animal.

Then what?

Fractal. It was mathematical – swimming around in a sea of variables that sometimes we refer to as numbers, until one of us hooked it.

With what? A regular fishing rod?

Yes, naturally, jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

You’re breaking up Merry.

Sorry – just fell asleep again.

Oh – I wish you wouldn’t – it’s very supsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss disquieting

There you go – you did the same.

But how does one fight this onslaught.

Fight? One doesn’t waste one’s time trying to fight the phase change. One gnows and trusts that every change of phase is a blessing, enabling one to better zero nought.

Oh dear, oh dear – to better zero nought?! It sounds so terribly vague, so hopelessly esoteric.

Yes, but now that you’re essing beautifully, you should be able to do a bit of fishing yourself – and put some flesh and matter back onto the bones of in-finity.

Oh, yes, why not!

Here, grab hold of this rod Zie.

But it’s real!

Of course it’s real – what did you imagine it was going to be – a mere notion or abstraction?

I suppose I did. But where did you get hold of such fine equipment?

I allowed my placenta to fix into a real-ity where it awaited me and then, hey presto... things are shaping up nicely. Remember, we’re constantly oscillating, vacillating, Herzing between one and zero in the tera, peta, exa and zetta bands.

Oh God – I can’t even begin to imagine such speeds.

Don’t imagine them – feel them as depths of consciousness, or different, seemingly unrelated areas of awareness. The entire universe is spread out for you to project onto, connect with and ess, in order to have a spatial representation and a physical experience of the vastness of zero time.

Oh – so what about the speed of light – isn't journeying to zero time akin to exceeding the speed of light?

Absolutely. As you approach zero time by increments you’re obviously travelling faster than the speed of light which is the boundary at which things matter – you’re travelling at the speed of night, the speed of nought, absurd though that may sound, adjusting the dial of consciousness into new dimensions – like a guitar player retuning his instrument.

Oh

Like a DJ spinning galactic disks, remixing the music of the spheres, shifting the wave band of the universe with a deft flick of the wrist, doing so intuitively, from a sense of what feels right, what produces the right kind of sound, the right groove.

Ah, so sound is the key?

Sound or beat. Don't waste your time trying to reduce it down to one or t'other. No thing, a priori, can possibly be it, explain it or define it, for what is it? Its silence, darkness or nought will always confound expectations, or your ability to express what is nought. The quantum leap is in fact when you realise the need for a phase shift, from prose to verse, like actors in a Bollywood movie who suddenly start dancing synchronously, accompanied by a huge supporting chorus. It looks insane, but when you reach the point of no return – either you leap into this inspired madness or you sink back down into a rationality that may be good at moving pieces on a chessboard, but doesn't deliver life's impossible beauty, her extravavagant variety. This is about traversing the event horizon of conscious-ness, of reconnecting with what the chug-chugging canal barge mind can neither perceive, assimilate, nor comprehend, for its medium is objective reality, a strangely disconnected thingdom of thought, in which the music is unheard, the quantum field unfelt, the mind trapped in utterly redundant calculations of what is what, repeating in a negative feedback loop of id-eas which never quite succeed, never quite arrive, never quite catch up with the livestream of real-ity. Plod, plod, plod the rational mind trudges on, refusing to accept its limitations, refusing even to accept that things, things, things fall short of conscious-ness. This is why we must change our feet for something else, why we must feel another step, another beat, a musicality as opposed to a real-ity, and then, then we can start rhythming.

Rhythming? Not sure...

Strumming, toe tapping, continuing to engage the universality of sound and space, no matter what, no matter how. Feeling what can't really be thought.

Oh.

Flying by the seat of our pants, teasing coherence out of the void, out of the total absence of form, if we hold true to 0=1 rather than taking sides, if we allow the spirit to carry us beyond what we've already established, already enthingd.

If... That's a big if, is it not. You might add: if we don't grow fearful, lazy or too attached to things in general.

True, all of which happen from time to time, but then the spirit blows into the calcified, moribund, capitalised mind I has become and rekindles the flame, the awareness of something else, something more, something not what I thinks, as the old bonds, the old real-ity, the old world starts to dissolve.

Out with the old, in with the new!

And we'd be lost except for the fact that things, no matter what frequency they are at in the continuum, are all attuned, or tuneable to the omnipresent 0=1, if we're willing to wave our conductor's baton, to beat our primal drum, to engage what seems to be cacophonous and unrecognisable noise in dialogue, an act of faith that no matter how, no matter what 0=1 – by essing, by rhythming the irreconcilable polarities, by dancing, playing, singing what otherwise cannot be expressed, cannot even be known.

So rhythming is how we can extract shades of meaning from the irresoluteness, the thinglessness of in-finity – is that what you're saying?

Correct.

As in meaning that actually matters, meaning which is instilled or breathed into word or matter, is that it?

It is. Matter is indeed derived from mere shades of meaning, as we engage the unfathomable quantum field. Now instead of talking endlessly, don’t you think it’s time you caught something yourself?

But how? I can’t just drag something out of the vacuum of space like you... I don’t know how.

Naturally. Until you’ve done it you won’t know how, which is why we’ll start with some music.

Music?

Yes, instead of twiddling the dial to get to the music you like on your radio, start with the music you like and watch as the dials spin, as 0=1 delivers you to the very same frequency you’re emitting.

Oh – it’s that easy is it?

Yes and no. Like all things – it’s a piece of cake once you know how, but well-nigh impossible when the variables are stacked up against you, presenting the gargantuan, insurmountable wall of in-finity and the mind mazed in thingful thought.

End of story – it would seem.

Unless you know a little aikido.

Aikido?

And figured out how to turn your opponent’s strength to your advantage which, strange to say, always seems to be possible.

You mean even if my adversary is in-finity I can turn its strengths to my advantage?

Yes, if you’re flexible and willing to handle this otherly.

Oh.

Which is what we’re doing when we bring death back into the equation.

Uh oh...

You see shifting frames is always going to be a near death experience for the 3D mind.

So I have to basically die in order to do so?

Yes, just without all the drama.

Right.

Actually left.

Left?

I personally feel turning left makes it a lot easier – like a plane taking off into the wind.

And what am I supposed to do? Kill myself?

Oh God no. Nothing so crude. We don’t waste our time with the physicality of death.

Then what?

The fear of death which has been the kind of nuclear powerhouse within you keeps things spinning and in alignment – our problem being that it’s a 3D, fear based alignment which prevents us from experiencing anything else.

So I have to allow Agent Smith to kill me. I have to stop playing the polarity of death game that i’ve been unwittingly caught in?

That’s about it. You, like Neo, can’t defeat Agent Smith, because he’s an anti-you. The only thing keeping him strong and the two of you locked in mortal combat is your underlying, deep-seated fear of death. It happens again and again in myth and literature – Jesus Christ, Aslan, Luke Skywalker, Harry Potter – the hero has to go through the death experience, consciously, by choice, without suicidal intent.

Sounds a pretty tall order to me.

Actually it’s not that difficult – now that you’ve learnt how to 3 – 2 – 1   0=1.

But I didn’t die when I leapt across to the other side, did I?

Yes and No.

Yes, I died, but no I didn’t do it consciously?

Excellent. To do it consciously you need to become aware – to want to become aware, I should say, of how you’re keeping things in an impossible state of opposition, of irresolvable contradiction, an unwholesome incoherency. Once you do this, once you face the mathematics of what your 3D state, your 3D being actually amounts to, you cannot help but complete the process of dying – which is a bit like rebreaking a bone that’s been incorrectly set.

You mean it’s gonna hurt like hell.

Yes and No. Actually the pleasure of feeling and relinquishing yourself back into the wholeness, the isness of be once more is, if anything, greater than the pain of snapping out of this particular construct.

Right. So what are we waiting for?

Nothing whatsoever. Just don’t forget to bring me back something tasty for dinner.

Oh come on Merry – you’ve got to be kidding? I can’t do all the above and fish around the duat for a plate of macaroni.

Who said anything about macaroni? Listen Zie, gnoming is all about multi tasking. The chief limiting factor is the id-ea, the belief that you’re one particular thing, and the sooner you let go of that notion, feel and realise that you’re an aspect, a function of in-finity, the sooner we can tuck into a juicy quantum steak and a bottle of Beaujolais.

Ok, whatever you say. Well I guess it’s goodbye then Merry. It’s er... been nice knowing you.

I disagree. It’s been anything but nice Zie, but I’ve certainly enjoyed gnowing you. Now kindly turn to your left and 3 – 2 – 1 yourself into oblivion. Hold the fishing rod in your right hand, unless you’re left handed.

You mean I actually have to carry that thing with me?

No but yes.

Patience – I will not succumb to Merry’s provocation.

Technically it’s not required, but as I’m the one sponsoring you on this journey into the abyss, it’s best to go along with my humour, which is of the fishing variety.

Oh, like the “gone fishing” sign on the shop door is it?

Yes... And Zie, I promise never to see you again, unless it’s in a version of reality where you’re returning from sub-atomisation, quantumisation, with steak, chips and Beaujolais.

Er... and I promise not to return unless you, in the new frame of reality, wherever that might be in time’s in-finity of frequency, are wearing green and playing a ukulele.

So be it. Kindly switch out the light when you exit reality.

What about you?

Me? I’ve merely been riding your carrier wave – technically speaking i’ve never been here at all.

Oh my... 3 – 2 – 1

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critical waypoints

How much longer Merry?

Oh, not much longer I expect.

It’s just I’m famished.

Yes, that usually helps.

Helps?

Absolutely. When your stomach’s empty you’re closer to being sober.

Sober? You make it sound like food’s some kind of drug.

Which it is. A veritable potpourri of highly addictive drugs. Sugar’s the worst offender, but it’s food in general which soothes and calms the mind and makes it possible to spend an entire lifetime avoiding the basics, skirting round the life and death issues which are crying out for attention.

Life and death!?  Being a bit melodramatic, aren’t we?

Not in the least. There are certain waypoints in your life. Failure to clear them within a specific timeframe more or less guarantees you’ll die.

What? How?

Any how.

Look Merry, try and make things a little clearer if it’s not too much trouble.

How? You can die any how. Just brainstorm a hundred different causes of death and you have your answer.

But where’s the logic? How can cause of death be completely undetermined by failing to pass a waypoint.

Because the waypoints are not in 3D, are they? They’re in the underlying non-physical landscape, which is just as real when you tune into it, which you absolutely have to do, consciously or unconsciously, if you want to live on, into the next section of your lifestream.

Ok, but that doesn’t explain why failure to swipe your ticket at the given terminal can translate into absolutely any possible cause of death. How could a car be made to kill me? Does the matrix control every single driver, or the mechanical parts of a moving vehicle?

No, yes, who cares.

Ah, so you don’t have an intelligent answer.

Apparently not, but supposing your question precludes an intelligent answer...

What do you mean?

You’re trying to understand the mechanics of how quantum non-dimensional reality – reality that is the direct cause, the basis for whatever is happening here in 3D – works.

Yes, what’s wrong with that?

Nothing, unless you’re trying to do so without bothering to tune into 0=1, to see, to feel, to experience for yourself.

Oh, like that is it? You can’t explain unless I already know?

The question is why you’d want to rely on my explanation without doing your own due diligence. Imagine I told you to invest all your money in a stock you had no knowledge of...

That wouldn’t be so bad if you were my financial adviser.

If, but imagine that I too had never bothered to do due diligence, but was likewise relying on the advice of a friend or so called financial adviser.

What is it with all the ifs Merry?

There are way too many variables once you approach infinity – which is why we have to go back to basics, which is why none of our assumptions, including the words we’re using here in 3D, which we blithely assume to be fair and accurate at describing things and not-things alike – fail to add up, fail to hold water, fail to hit the mark, fail to...

Ok – I think I’ve got the message.

Think of it like a shadow of an object falling on a surface. It could be any shape whatsoever, depending on the topology of that surface. a Square shadow could become round or vice versa, depending on the contours and gradients of the not necessarily flat surface. The question I might ask is are we not assuming here in 3D that our reality itself is structurally flat, conformist, consistent throughout – in the same way scientists blithely assumed that space was fairly uniform – which it evidently isn’t.

No? I thought it’s a vacuum.

Well so did everyone else practically. No harm in making assumptions just as long as you’re willing to adjust them when new evidence, new data comes to light.

So space isn’t uniform – it’s not just a vacuum?

How can it be? It’s full of stuff – energy waves, particles, dust, gas, background radiation and who knows, perhaps low density beings.

Oh come on Merry, pull the other one. There are no creatures living in space.

I never said there were. I used the word “perhaps”, and anyone unwilling to accept the limits of his/ her knowledge is evidently unaware of the scale or scope of what we’re referring to as in-finity. Say goodbye to all your convenient certainties, hello to an age of water, an age of flow, of the continuum, a quantum age where either/ or replaces the matter of fact – so beloved of yore.

Er... whatever Merry. You’re getting all evangelical and you know how I feel about all that.

I’m suggesting what whatever you think you know is only true up to a certain point, and so, to go beyond the pointedness of knowing things we need a new interface, a new operating platform with which to perceive or experience the greater reality, the isness of be, 0=1.

So I have to starve in order to reach that interface – is that what you’re saying?

Not necessarily.

How did I guess?

In your case a little starving is a definite plus as you’re so consumed by your cleverness and knowingness that you’ll never even guess their limitations.

Oh.

Because you’re obtuse and prosaic. You’ve not yet connected with the poetry in your soul. You’ve not yet flapped your cosmic wings.

Oh – and you have?

Let’s just say that I’ve passed a few waypoints, and I each time I was completely, utterly blown away, found myself in terra incognito, found myself fascinated, delighted, amazed, enraptured and at the same time appalled.

I’m not sure I like the idea of these waypoints, even if they can extend my life.

They’re just markers, messengers, portals along the way which have to be negotiated. In some respects they’re nothing whatsoever – you, your journey, your passage is everything.

And what, pray tell, is my passage? I assume you’re not referring to a 3D physical journey.

Correct. Your passage through life. The degree or extent to which you recognise, accept and play the music of your life; the extent to which you expand into and fill the vessel of your self.

Doing the best you can? That sort of thing?

Or sometimes doing nought – rather than filling your day with time fillers, with stuff and nonsense that’s really designed to distract.

Oh.

The best might not be enough. For example, your rational mind may stop you in your tracks – may tell you not to jump off the top of the bridge, not to believe you can actually fly, whereas your heart, your innermost essence says you can – that you must – that you have to stop relying on the 3D template which only allows movement in certain prescribed pathways. You have to let the music, the syncopated beat of in-finity take over at times, lifting you into another state of awareness, an other state of being.

You mean I need to go batty and get myself killed, jumping off the top of a building to my certain death 3.4 seconds down below.

Or face your certain death if you miss one of the waypoints – either because you were afraid to leap off the top of the building, or because your rational mind failed to notice the edge of things – how reality can be a cut and paste patchwork of levels, of plates or seemingly contradictory movements. The minute you get too attached to one, the minute you lose the flow, the allness, the oneness, the isness, is the minute you consign yourself to death, which only becomes a possibility when you identify with 3D more than the quantum stream your part of or party to.

Part of or party to? You do try to make things as complicated as possible, don’t you Merry.

It is  i am – once we dispense with the need or possibility of stating what exactly is what, we find ourself in a different kind of reality, a different landscape or mindscape.

Predictably vague Merry.

It has certainties of a different order.

It does? Surprise me.

Instead of pinning your hopes on things being certain materially speaking, we accept that things are always going to be either/or, essentially fluctuating within a field of your own conscious awareness – the so called quantum field.

So – no certainties is what you’re saying.

So instead of things being the panacea you’re looking for, we move on to the relationship between things – anything whatsoever – and you the i am observer.

You er... forgot to capitalise that I.

Did i?

Oh – it was deliberate was it?

Yes, a different kind of i. Not the thingified, corporate I that is one of the keystones of 3D materiality. Instead a quixotic, whimsical i that is part of an equation, a relationship between itself and everything else – all that is.

In other words something so hopelessly vast and vague I’ll never make head or tails of it.

Correct – rationally you’ll never figure it out – which is why i didn’t even bother to answer your perfectly rational question about how any death whatsoever can be the result of failing to click through the waypoint in question, for as long as you try to figure it out rationally you’re not going to get on with the basic mathematics that is an essential component of quantum streaming.

Mathematics – you know I hate maths. I was never any good at it at all.

Fine. This is a different kind of maths. It’s one where you’re the equation in real time – you’re the Mandelbrot set, if you like, streaming in-finity from the underside of reality in the shape of a beetle.

What? Why a beetle?

Who cares. The beetle or something that looks kind of like a beetle keeps popping up from time to time as the Mandelbrot set iterates its way towards in-finity. But let’s not get too focussed on the imagery. Let’s understand instead how now we’re in a reality where everything and anything is only as real as i am: a reality in which i can no longer separate myself from what is there and assume i’m not already part of it – or assume that it’s not in some way responding to my conscious awareness.

Oh God. This is way too much.

I agree. Let’s try the alternative to thought.

What?

Well, didn’t you notice as we’ve been chatting that you stopped feeling hungry?

Oh – no, you never notice these things do you? but yes, you’re right – the hunger pangs stopped biting for a while.

A little thought and they’ll come back I expect.

They already are.

Not if i suddenly toss you into space.

You wouldn’t. Merry. Don’t even think of it.

3 – 2 – 1

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

1 – 2 – 3

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You can stop screaming now.

I...

Yes.

I...

Yes.

I... what happened? I don’t get it.

No.

I... was falling in infinity – so to speak – like Alice falling down the rabbit hole – certain I was going to crash and be crushed

And then?

1 – 2 – 3  i saw myself going the other way.

Small I Zie. Is that a typo?

No, i don’t think it is. What’s happening Merry? What did you do to me?

Me? Why do you always imagine i did anything?

Probably because you’re not using a 3D capitalised I. That’s certainly indicative of subversiveness.

Ah, how observant you are. But you still haven’t put 3 and 3 together Zie.

2 and 2 Merry, not 3 and 3. Do you have to dispense with all idiomatic conventions in your quest to be original?

No, but in this instance i was referring specifically to the matter in hand.

Er...

The matter of putting together 3 and 3, without which we’re never going to get anywhere.

Why do i have the terrible feeling this mathematics is not going to be the calm and peaceful head scratching sort.

Oh, instinct, gut feeling, prescience – we all have a little of it, don’t we?

I...

Ah ha – you’ve recapitalised. Here we go

No!

3

No!

2

O

1

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Hey diddle diddle

the cat and the fiddle

the cow jumped over the moon

the little dog laughed to see such fun

and the dish ran away with the spoon

Now where was I? Oh Zie, i nearly forgot, silly me 1 – 2 – 3

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i have to admit, Zie, that i was no different from you.

No? I find that hard to believe.

You see – you recapitalised immediately this time.

Did i?

Ah ha – it’s all change now, isn’t it? Do you want one more pass?

Yes – one more will do. I can’t believe i just said that. Who in their right mind would want to pass No?

Someone who’s in two minds perhaps – or who’s already just about figured out something pretty substantial about the nature of is.

The nature of is – yes, as opposed to the nature of things... it’s coming to me Merry. Throw me again, i need to know.

Ok. Let’s dispense with all the counting – better still, why don’t you do it yourself?

Me? How on earth am i to... oh – ok – it’s like that is it? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Music to my ears Zie – amazing how the mind opens up and starts seeing... oh – where did he go. How quickly my chicks leave the nest. At times I feel almost sorry to see them go. Now, where was I?

Hickory dickory dock

the mouse ran up the clock

the clock struck one

the mouse ran down

hickory dickory dock

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Ah, there you are Zie. Any comments?

                .

Any questions?

                .

So there you have it.   0=1    it is    i am   with a few extra spaces to boot.

                .

And fortunately, with an empty stomach you haven’t made a dreadful mess all over the floor.

Ah, now that makes sense.

A purely incidental benefit of embracing, engaging in-finity drive – the prime motive force being nought.

Oh.

Or actually gnought – as this is coming from the uncapitalised side of consciousness, as you’ve already gnoughted.

Oh.

M... well now that you’ve made the jump independently, i think it’s time for you to have your first brush with darksome death... 

to be continued...