The blank page meditation

                               

I call this meditation “the blank page”

you'll need a sheet of paper

preferably A4 and a pencil or pen

now tie yourself to the mast and wait

let battle commence

feel     the sirens' lure

the overpowering urge to write

hold your ground

endure

the aim     to keep the page completely blank

yet thinking mind

desperate to have its way

to mark as dog its territory does

will not let up     demands its day

caught between zero and one

in no man’s land

detached      observe the struggle unfold

manic mind doggedly insisting

something must be done

as silent self indifferently looks on

unmoved whether internal dialogue or peace

scribblings or nought prevails

sometimes a single dot is all you’ll find

after several hours of hard fought skirmishes

sometimes not even that

an infinitude of things unsaid

a page unsoiled by words

yet thick with papered over cracks

then once the smoke of half-thought-forms has dispersed

high overhead upon a yogic cloud you're perched

babbling mind enthralled

in a stream of aetheric consciousness

in communion with the gods

in a world of strange beauty     of silent verse

where paper and pen kneel down before

        unspoken OM

        wordless poem

0=1

Three incredibly gifted children and You

Arseniy, now 13, had never played the violin as just a musical instrument. Right from the start it had been a journey of discovery. Even when he could barely make a decent note he was already probing and learning how it was talking to him, helping him to feel things, helping him to become aware of himself and the world around. It was an interface like a computer keyboard that gave him access to the program code of all things, to the harmonics of our reality. This is what he was really up to when people saw him playing a musical instrument: tinkering with the fabric of material reality, and why it sounded so unearthly. He never discussed this with anyone having assumed everyone had common experiences, and when he discovered that few, if any, did there seemed even less point. If he was going to explain this relationship between himself, the violin and everything – it would have to be his music that did the talking. Someone would get it.

Masha, aged 11, was the same. She was learning to dance – classical ballet. She learnt the same moves as all the other pupils, but she was doing something different. She could feel how every move, when executed just right, held her in situ – in a place where things were in resonance. There was a kind of feedback – like she was enveloped in a field that both supported and resisted her – depending on whether she was working with it or against it. It wasn't just her body making the moves – it was mental as well. If her mind wasn’t tuned in – if she were only moving mechanically without consciously engaging this force – then things started to go wrong. Like a slap across the wrist – it reminded her to stay present, to be consciously aware throughout. If she really opened herself to the field – wow – that was something! It took her beyond the here and now – into a timeless everywhere.

Grisha, aged 14, did it with pencil and paint. He too was constantly brushing against the finities – feeling how his painting enabled him to tune into something indescribable. Everything else would fade out and he’d be utterly present – in a space where every brush stroke was an exchange with this field – feeling how he was working with something malleable that he could coax but never force. The more he opened himself to the isness, to the creative light within – the more alive and vibrant things felt – like humming strings, like he was playing a violin – and he knew the field, whatever it actually was, was responding to him, and it was good. “How do you draw like that?” his friends asked him. Even his art teachers were at a loss to explain how he did – how his pictures were so full of... difficult to say what. What could he say? He’d never spoken to Arseniy or Masha. He didn’t know who they were – but when one day he heard Arseniy play and saw Masha dance – he knew immediately that they were doing the same as him. He’d found his family. They’d understand one another.

And you? Are you an Arseniy, a Masha, a Grisha or just normal... unexceptional?

In fact, everyone is able to engage this field – if you choose to start working with your own creative power. That could be anything... a sport, meditation, singing, even the very art of being you... It's whatever best connects, best interfaces with this quantum field, where finities rather than things determine what is what.

Sometimes we find it hard to accept our creative power because we’re trying to be what we’re not – because we’re attached to an idea about ourself that may be only partially true. This will make it more difficult for us to really get attuned, but just as soon as we step aside and allow our inner-nature to take over – the discovery process gets underway, the journey begins. This discovery process always takes us beyond what we've been taught – so if we are too hooked on what the teacher was saying, on what we've already learnt, that too can slow us down. What we really need is to let go – to interact directly with the quantum field. As soon as we do that things click into place – the finities align and 3D reality ceases to be what it was a moment before. We’re now engaging something else: a kind of force that is present not only physically, as gravity is, but which responds to our conscious awareness – taking us deeper and further.

It's a journey that goes beyond what the mind can comprehend, which requires above all else practical experience. I don’t think it serves to overcomplicate things by naming or attempting to explain this force. In any case, it’s only there if you’re willing to work with it – once you’re willing to accept your place in the natural order of things, the isness of Be, and go from there. Doing so, you'll work out what can or cannot be done. You’ll become aware that, in a real sense, you’re able to reprogram reality – not only your reality but something bigger, for we’re living and working within a continuum, an isness of Be. 

So, dear friends, I wish you happy, magical creativity. May each of you find your way to the particular form of expression that enables you to tune into the field. With time you will become a master, for the master already waits within us. You'll be able to reach out further and farther until you're ready to bring it all back together – turning the somewhat unkempt, overgrown backyard of material reality into a garden of soft, magical harmonies, non-linear meaning and endless delight, with those finities that are anything but finite.

Maldek revisited

What on Earth do you mean Merry?

Well think about it Zie.

Er... it doesn't seem to help.

Ok. Try the alternative.

What alternative?

The one you've not yet tried.

Which one?

That one.

What do you mean?

Precisely that. Give yourself a moment to feel comfortable.

How can I feel comfortable if I don't know what the hell you're talking about?

With infinite ease.

Infinite ease? It sounds bloody impossible to me.

Yes.

So what am I supposed to do?

Precisely not what you're doing right now. What could be simpler?

I give up Merry.

Excellent. I thought we'd get there in the end. Now recognise the fact that in your apparent defeat there's a victory for...

For what? For whom?

So where was I? Oh yes, a victory for...

Oh Christ - what's going on? Merry? Can you hear me?

A victory for...

God... This is terrible. Merry's finally lost the plot.

Ah... there you are Zie. You see, instead of trying to look for something weird and wonderful in the world around us - you just have to realise the simple truth.

Er... what simple truth is that?

But you'll never see it, you'll never get it as long as you want it to fit your scheme.

My scheme? I don't have a scheme.

Everyone does.

Do they?

Nothing is perceived to be of any value unless it fits into that scheme. Everything else is ignored, overlooked, rejected, denied, despised or nullified if it fails to slot neatly into allocated spaces.

This makes things sound pretty hopeless, Merry. If we can't even perceive what does not fit our mental scheme, we're most likely screwed.

On the contrary. All is well.

It is?

Yes. Watch this... Merry starts flickering then vanishes, flickers in a spot on the other side of the room, then outside the window, then in the car park behind the wall - and Zie's wondering how he can see that if he's here inside...

You saw, didn't you?

Yes - but how? I can't see through walls.

Obviously not. No one can see through walls, but we've activated the infinity drive. "Things" are no longer what they seem. Our minds are undergoing a creative readjustment process.

I don't think I like the sound of that.

No. It's hardly surprising. But you will love it... and again Merry starts flickering - this time appearing in multiple positions simultaneously, in various degrees of intensity or coherency.

Stop doing that Merry!

Oh, that feels better. You've no idea how uncomfortable it's been living in that ridiculous straight jacket where everything is pre-determined by the rigid mental "ity" scheme, rather than flowing naturally as "Is".

Actually I quite like it when things stay in their proper place.

Yes, notwithstanding the minor inconvenience of planetary annihilation.

You're such a doomsayer Merry. Things always work out in the end you know.

Tell that to the people of Maldek, Mars, Atlantis...

All just imaginary places Merry. You do have a habit of falling for these legends.

In which case, I'm now going to align with the consciousness of one of those so-called legends. You can see what it feels like first hand.

Er... perhaps that's not so wise.

Perhaps not - but I'm done with talking...

Oh Christ - where did he go?

Zie feels the room melting as the heat becomes unbearable. Sickening. A vision of hell. A racial scream as an entire planet falls off the edge into the infernal abyss. Lost. All is lost. Too late. Too late we accepted the simple truth... Too late...

Too late... too late... No... No... - Zie screams, convulsing wildly, writhing, flinging himself into violent contortions, spasms of unutterable terror...

He falls to his knees, sobbing for breath, racked by the grief of an entire planet laid waste, like an aborted foetus - unable to make sense of what has just transpired.

A healing energy washes over Zie as Merry disengages from the frequency of Maldek, reconnecting to the energy field of Mother Terra, Gaia, Earth.

This is not just for us, Zie - it's for them too. They are present here in us. They are appalled by our sickening complacency - for they know where exactly it leads. They expect more from us.

Oh my God...

And we are without a doubt ready to awaken - to re-engage the power of Is. To discard our compulsive obsession with ity - things that seem to matter - a perfectly rational yet soulless scheme that is, ultimately, completely devoid of meaning - despite being a masterpiece of logic and reason. For how can meaning be derived from "it" - whatever it may be? How?

But we can't just discard "it" and trust in the infinite? We'd be lost in the quantum stream and no better off than the people of Maldek.

And what, pray tell, is the quantum stream that you find so fearful - so destructive?

It's a place without refuge...

For those things that you secretly cherish and wish to hold onto. Things like money, status, things like ego and identity... the very things that keep you trapped in a sterile version of reality that lacks heart, that lacks the depths of meaning your soul most needs.

I don't know Merry. I... I'm afraid.

Yes. There's nothing wrong with being afraid. That's natural and a healthy state to be in - it won't kill you. On the contrary - it will carry you into a place of power and light.

You think so?

No, I don't think such things. It's first hand knowledge. Nothing less will do. You have seen. You know. You carry within you the pain, the fear, the racial memory - but also the light, the love, the joy, the gaiety, the infinite bliss of all that is - so may your journey be full to the brim with...

and for once Zie is quite content with three dots - without being told precisely what.

Fixing things is easy - activating your very own infinity drive

Ok... we've been having technical issues with infinity for ages - as in Aeons, as you've probably gathered. Fortunately the embargo has ended. Planetary conscious awareness is now once more able to tune into infinity. But how can you tune into something as vague, vast and voluminous as infinity? Where to start?

Actually it starts mathematically with 0=1.
Infinity based maths is fun to play around with. You don't have to worry about plus or minus... It isn't governed by logic. Logic, you see, works one way with linear causality. Instead of logic we utilise bio-logic - what you might call living or life logic. But more of that another time.

Behind the scenes technicians such as myself have been working tirelessly to bring the infinity drive back online for anyone to connect up and utilise.

What is it? Er... a kind of hyper-dimensional machine - for want of a better word - that enables you to short circuit the protocols of material reality that currently govern your 3D set-up here on Earth. The infinity drive takes you back to creation source code - thus superseding whatever rules, regulations, laws of physics and the likes that appear to hold things in a vice like grip. "Appear" is the operative word - for as soon as you access source code by means of the infinity drive - your laws of physics are no longer relevant. Nor, for that matter, are the millions of laws and regulations that pseudo-governing entities on Earth have been concocting. The infinity drive renders them null and void in the nicest possible way - without violence, conflict or confrontation. More on this subject at a later date.

So, to commence...

Small, practical baby steps.

Suspend your disbelief. Come with me on a journey into conscious awareness, if you will. Understand that doing so is entirely your choice, your responsibility. I can't guarantee you'll be able to come back - even if you later wanted to.

If you've chosen to proceed - may your journey with me and beyond, wherever it takes you - be full of light, joy, wonder and er... love.

Get a piece of paper - unless you're really good at meditation - in which case you can do this visually. Write down the following:

0=1
It is - I am
I hereby affirm my clear intention to activate the infinity drive on the count of 3:
1 - 2 - 3
By the power and authority vested in me - the infinity drive is hereby activated and fully operational.

Decorate this important document to make it beautiful, thereby highlighting your serious resolve in this matter. Light a candle if you wish. Invite someone you care about - optional - and read it aloud. Follow your own inner guidance... Play some music if you like - the hallelujah chorus for example, or do whatever feels right to mark and celebrate this historic occasion. Let's be grateful that the long journey through the dark finities of matter has come to an end.

Now, that you've taken this first, seemingly simple step to activate the infinity drive - give yourself time to let it sink in... to ponder the mysteries of infinity - how the infinite can now touch, enter and become a meaningful part of your life. Believe me - it's going to be one helluva journey - in the awesomest sense.

This activation is final and complete. You will notice shifts and permutations throughout the field of consciousness that is referred to as the conscious awareness. Be peaceful and observe these small changes. Trust that the conscious awareness has access to all information, and all the answers will be forthcoming if you allow this wholly natural, beautiful process of attunement and realignment to bring you back to your inter-dimensional senses. Home sweet home, at long last!

In peace and love,

Your infinity drive assistant technician

Merry JDae

In which Merry shreds a wad of hundred dollar bills

It’s just if you’ve got nothing better to do I could do with a hand.

Sure thing. What needs doing?

I need a witness.

A what?

Witness. I need a witness. Can you witness what I’m doing please.

Er... yeah, why not.

Merry takes an inch thick wad of hundred dollar bills out of his pocket and feeds them one by one into a paper shredder.

Four minutes later the last one’s gone through.

Thanks Zie. I appreciate the help.

Zie’s kind of struggling to comprehend what he’s just witnessed.

You... er... you just shredded a pile of hundred dollar bills?!

Yeah. 120 if I got the correct number.

120 one hundred dollar bills?!

Yeah.

12 thousand dollars.

Apparently so.

Apparently?

Well, as you’re my witness, unless both of us are delusional then yes, I did. Anything else?

Er...

Zie appears to be having problems processing what he’s just witnessed.

Er...

Flickers of cognition light up his face momentarily, then die away, like a fire that can’t make up its mind whether to burn or not.

If it’s not a dumb question Merry, could I ask you why?

I don’t know. It’s entirely up to you.

I mean, why did you just shred 12 000 dollars for no apparent reason?

That’s a good question Zie. I’ll answer it just as soon as you tell me why it bothers you.

Why it bothers me? You just shredded 12 thousand dollars and you want to know why it bothers me?

Not particularly, but that would give me reasonable grounds for answering your prior question.

Well isn’t it obvious?

I don’t know Zie. That’s for you to say.

Well, 12 thousand dollars is a lot of money.

Is it?

Er... a helluva lot of money. I can’t believe you just did that Merry. You must be off your rocker.

Ah – now we’re getting somewhere.

I mean – just think of all the good you could’ve done with that money.

Good?

Giving it to charity, helping people in need, buying me a new second hand car. Jesus Christ Merry – you just shredded 12 thousand dollars. Why?

You haven’t actually answered the question. You asked me to imagine what I could have done with the money – but I don’t see how that explains why you’re so bothered.

But it’s obvious, isn’t it?

So you tell me.

No one shreds money.

Disproven, I think you’ll agree.

Well, only a lunatic then.

Unless I happen to be of sound mind.

But... what a waste. What a terrible bloody waste Merry. I...

You could’ve helped me spend it, couldn’t you?

No... yes, of course I could, but that’s hardly the point.

Then what is?

Where did you get it from?

What?

The money, Merry.

Oh that. Where does anybody get it from?

Er?

The bank, of course.

I didn’t know you had twelve thousand to burn.

To shred.

Ha ha, very amusing.

I didn’t... until this morning.

So this morning you just happened to get your hands on twelve thousand dollars.

Yep.

And decided to shred it.

Yes. It seemed the wisest thing to do.

The...?

Zie’s still struggling to comprehend. Muscles that shouldn’t be living autonomously are twitching in his face – around the eyes, above the mouth, in the cheeks.

How do you do that Zie?

What?

Twitch your muscles like that?

I... I’m not doing anything Merry. I think I need to lie down.

By all means. Stretch yourself out. Is there anything I can get you?

A glass of water would be nice.

But why did you need me to observe?

Not just to observe – to witness it.

Yeah whatever... just tell me why?

To ensure the magic works – certain procedures need to be adhered to. One of which is to have a witness.

Ok... And the magic – what exactly were you hoping to achieve, if it’s not too much to ask?

No, not at all, let me just get your glass of water.

A minute later Merry returns with a glass in his hand. - Here you are Zie.

Thanks.

Zie gulps back the glass and lies on his back trying to...

But you never said where the money came from.

Yes I did.

Well – you said the bank – but how could the money just appear like that in your bank account?

Anything’s possible, Zie.

Of course anything’s possible, but things like that don’t generally happen, do they. And that doesn’t explain why you needed to shred it all.

Ah – well there you’re definitely jumping to conclusions. I never said I “needed to”.

Well why else would you have done it?

That’s the million dollar question Zie. The fact is that I have my reasons, but it’s only fair to point out that "necessity" was not one of them. Think of it more in terms of art – creative destruction you might call it.

So first you were saying it was some kind of magic, now it’s an art installation. You’re not giving much away Merry. Is it really such a big secret?

No Zie. No secret at all. I just have to observe the protocols.

What bloody protocols?

The protocols of indeterminacy - where the infinity drive is concerned... Schrödinger's cat and all that.

You don’t mean to say your blasted infinity drive’s behind all this?

No, I don’t. The infinity drive's just a tool enabling quantum level creativity. But I'm the artist... 

I’m sick of hearing about it Merry. Infinity drive, infinity drive – and what have we got to show for it?

A box full of shredded 100 dollar bills.

What use is that?

None whatsoever. The very essence of the infinity drive... 

A useless machine that causes you to perform random acts of insanity.

A mechanism that realigns the flow of "finities", liberating trapped energies, bringing back planetary alignment when seemingly irrational, witnessed acts disrupt the causal stream, ending the tyranny of logic and reason.

It looks like all you’ve achieved is to substitute the tyranny of stupidity for the tyranny of logic and reason. Fat difference that’s gonna make.

Switch on the TV. Have a look what’s happening in the world. Go ahead... let's see if it worked.

Wars... An economic crisis... The usual stream of... what the hell?

You see!

And you think that’s connected? Oh come on, get real!

Of course it’s connected.

It’s just a random coincidence. How could shredding 12 000 dollars achieve that?
That's all it takes Zie - a minor hiccup in the causal stream. Every thing is connected as you're aware, so it's easy to affect the whole just as soon as you create an opening - a minor but meaningful disruption in the causal stream. Do something that seems completely and utterly illogical with the money as I did just now - shredding a pile of cash with you as my witness - and we momentarily collapsed the chain of causality. That enables something infinitely more powerful - the quantum field of conscious awareness to jump in the air, do a backwards somersault, yell “whoopee!” and the next thing you know the entire banking system extends a debt jubilee to every man, woman and child on the planet. Welcome to the age of infinity – where anything goes – just as long as any thing is.

Is what?

Just is. “What” is merely a matter of your perception, your interpretation.

Well, you’ve got balls, Merry, is all I can say.

Faery balls Zie, but that’s another story for another day.

Rock n roll

No one will notice.

What do you mean "no one will notice"? Of course they'll bloody notice if I'm standing there like a nutter waving my hands above a rock.

Of course, if that's what you intend to do.

There you go. So it's hardly surprising I don't fancy yet again making an exhibition of myself.

Yet again? When have you ever made an exhibition of yourself?

How about the time when I materialised naked in the middle of a crowded street.

Oh - well that was only for a second or two. Do you honestly think anyone would remember.

Of course they would. They were screaming and pointing at me.

Yes, but then you disappeared, didn't you, so that alters everything.

What do you mean?

People are terrified of appearing gullible or mentally deranged. Things just don't appear and vanish like that, do they?

They're not supposed to at any rate.

So the way the mind works is that all those who witnessed your brief appearance would have filed it away as a mental aberration. They'd actually be terrified of remembering what they thought they'd seen, so none of them will. I guarantee it.

You can guarantee whatever you like Merry, but it doesn't make me feel any better, particularly as you'd told me that nothing like that could possibly happen.

Just a minor glitch. No one's perfect Zak.

Yeah - but I have the impression you positively take a delight in compromising me like that.

I can't imagine why. I'm a professional. I don't like messing up, it's just there was a - how shall I put it - amusing side to the episode. Not from your perspective, I hasten to add, but from the perspective of your higher consciousness, which doesn't care a fiddle whether or not you're wearing clothes.

Well you can tell my higher consciousness next time your in communication with it...

No need Zak - it's here right now.

That I don't like making a spectacle of myself. Once you get a reputation for being weird - that's it. You're labelled for life. No one'll take you seriously ever again.

And?

And - is it so unreasonable for me to require a little self-respect.

Ok. But you're aware of the other side of the coin, aren't you.

Oh here we go - play your trump card for all it's worth. A little more emotional blackmail perchance? Look, I'm not the messiah, Merry. It's not my job to awaken humanity or shift the balance of energies on this planet, you know.

Correct.

So stop making out that it's essential for me to do my part for planetary realignment. I'm willing to do whatever it takes, but I don't see why it always has to involve me making an ass of myself.

No.

No what?

No, you don't see. It's not your fault.

Funny that - because as soon as you say it's not my fault I start feeling the opposite is true. Did you attend special courses in emotional blackmail by any chance Merry, in whatever inter-dimensional school you attended.

I...

You're not allowed to lie, are you.

No, I have no need to lie. Blackmail would not achieve any meaningful or lasting results,

But you did learn how to manipulate people.

Interact creatively with the sub-consciousness - yes. It's a kind of magic, isn't it, but it has to be done beautifully. Neither force nor hypnosis are allowed. It has to be done so that you yourself are fully aware of what you're signing up to, and are willing to do so.

So how do you achieve this masterful control over your subject.

Joy and delight.

Excuse me?

Joy and delight. They're kind of infectious, you see. Your mind and your body enjoy entering these states, and although a part of your sub-consciousness experiences discomfort, overall you feel stimulated and invigorated by going beyond your habitual boundaries, boundaries which all too easily become like prison walls with your sense of propriety the gaoler.

So making an ass of myself is liberating - you're saying. That's er... nice to know.

Yes, it is, isn't it. But more than that - as soon as you enter into the spirit of what you're doing - no one actually notices.

Of come on! Pull the other one. Of course people are going to notice if you walk naked down a high street.

Not if you enter into the spirit of what you're doing. You'd be amazed. The mind is highly programmed and compartmentalised. It doesn't see things, or imagines it's seeing things in accordance with the...

The what?

[pause]... if you're coming from a place of power and integrity.

Er... how can I be coming from a place of power and integrity if I'm walking naked down a high street, or waving my hands above a rock so that everyone imagines I'm raving mad.

You can't - unless you're willing to do so, by letting go - by not doing whatever you habitually do. Catch 22, except that...

Except what?

There's really nothing to it. The minute you give yourself to the situation and stop focussing your attention on irrelevancies...

Irrelevancies?!

Absolutely. Life is short Zak. We're all going to die someday - some sooner than others.

And what's that got to do with the price of cheese.

We have the option of spending our days paying homage to the God of small things - things that seem to matter terribly, but which in no way affect the real issues, or instead, coming into the flow, the isness, the magic of now moment.

What now moment?

The only one - the one in which everyone and everything is engaged totally in    Merry doesn't finish what he's saying. Instead he slowly moves his hands and opens a kind of doorway in front of himself and steps right through. For a moment he's invisible until he steps back through another doorway on the other side of the room. Trust me, Zak, there's nothing clever in what I just did. It's not a trick. There's more to this thing we call reality than meets the eye, is there not, and it's waiting patiently for you and your cohorts to discover its open secret.

Cohorts? What cohorts? I wasn't aware I was in cahoots with anyone else.

Oh people in general then. Now, you're free to stay in the kind of reality where things are all fixed down in a nut and bolted manner, but you're also free to confront the simple truth of life - and engage the isness that you're living in - in a more engaging, interactive, playful manner.

But why? To what end?

Why not?

Well - because it ain't normal for a start - wafting my hands around trying to tune into a rock.

Ok - it ain't normal - but it's fun. You'll actually enjoy it once you get started - and your body will love it - you know that.

Hum.

It always does, doesn't it?

I suppose so.

Your body's ready to move into an upgraded version of material reality. It's basically reached the limits of what can be achieved in the current version. It's getting kind of cramped - like a foetus reaching the end of its time in the womb.

Oh God - I wish you wouldn't talk like that. You give me the heebie jeebies.

Yes - change is a little unsettling, isn't it, and death's a major issue, which is precisely why we need to keep moving if we're to stay still in the now moment. Otherwise we're slipping back off the curve of Is.

So I have to wave my hands and interact with a rock in a public place - because I'm going to die otherwise?

You do have a talent for sounding dramatic Zak.

No more than your talent for destroying my peace of mind.

If your peace of mind, as you call it, is based on truth, then I won't succeed in destroying it by means fair or foul.

And if it's based on sticking my head in the sand?

Then you're free to continue that way if you choose - but that will be an irrevocable choice. I'm only here with you as long as you're willing to continue walking the bounds.

So you keep telling me. Listen Merry - why is it no one's gonna see me making an ass of myself?

Because you'll be tuned into the rock in a minute or so.

So for a minute people will wonder what I'm doing.

Yes.

And then?

Then they'll have the choice - either to put their head in the sand and forget they'd ever seen you - you'll no longer be visible - they'll forget what they just saw in exactly the way people forget a dream, or they'll choose to follow you - in which case they'll completely accept what's going on and it'll be a pleasure to share the experience with them.

Sounds too good to be true.

Yes.

So is it?

You know Zak, the world you're currently in, material reality - sounds too bad to be true - and yet I take it on trust that it kind of exists - but only in a very limited sense.

What do you mean?

I mean - it seems to be here - when I tune into it - and people seem to be living in this reality as if it were real - but when they die it all gets erased, and even while they're alive - they have to pretend they're not able to see and feel what's really going on.

So you mean this isn't really real?

How could it be? How could people care about whether you're using a rock as a kind of portal, or whether you're wearing garments of clothing or not?

Because these things matter Merry. We're human, you know. There are certain ways of doing things.

Yes, up to a point, if you choose to be bound by the stifling limitations of 3D reality, and in doing so ignore everything else that is.

No one's ignoring anything... we just don't see more than we're able to see.

Ok. But you feel a lot more, and you collectively can now feel that something's not quite right - that things don't quite add up, that things have to change and are already in the process of changing.

Yes. You might be right.

So let's embrace the change. Let's delight in what is - rather than worrying about zombies and ghosts. Half the people you're worrying about are not even real - they're just simulations. and the other half are desperately trying to free their minds from a machine that seems to have subsumed them into its labyrinthine mechanism of control. Tuning into something tangible, like this rock - is a great way of re-establishing the basics, reconnecting to the isness.

The isness?

of Be.

So let's do it

Zach tunes into the granite lump of rock feeling its power surging through and around him. Suddenly it's like a flash mob. First one, then another, then a dozen people are with him and the rock is singing, humming, vibrating... and the rest, as they say, is history.

Elective affinities - engaging the quantum field, a practical guide

Hi guys, time for an update.

My quantum computing project is coming along in leaps and bounds.

There really is no limit to what it can do, now that we've got past the thing of things - the great barrier - the seemingly insurmountable obstacle that lay in the way for so long.

Tis no matter... that was the clue that kept ringing in my ears, so to speak. Try it yourself if you will. Let it be your mantra and see what happens - tis no matter, tis no matter, tis no matter...

Pretty soon the walls start coming down and you're confronted by limitless possibilities.

Wow!

Limitless possibilities - that's a tall order, is it not? But the trick is conversion - cashing in on the infinite - for unless we're able to convert some of our abundance - some of the infinite wealth that is growing on our tree of life, waiting to be picked, waiting to be consumed, and utilised, into something useful, something of value - then it's all to no avail, to no purpose, to no end. Nothing will come of everything - King Lear might well have said - for "everything" or "all" is as slippery and damnable as "nought" or "nothing". "Everything", you see, is too much to handle, too much to encompass, too much to process. It needs to be brought down to finity from the infinite.

But how? You well may ask. How can we bring the infinite, the everything into finity?

The answer might as well come from another author of note - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe who wrote a book entitled "Elective affinities". Affinities - something we're attracted to, something we're drawn to. It's a bit like induction in physics - where a current is induced in a wire or coil by a magnet passing nearby.

You see, the infinite is something to be engaged, something to be played with, something to be danced with, teased and tantalised - as if it were a living being - and that way a spark crosses and some of its limitless potential is induced or emerges on our side of creation - on the side of things that seem to matter.

So, it's like a force of attraction that is, or can be, stronger than gravity, stronger than the laws of things that matter. All it requires is for me to elect or select my affinities - things that move me, things that matter to me which my heart is drawn to, which I cannot yet see or grasp here in 3D reality. I play to them, I sing to them, I dance them into being. I engage them with the quantum computer - in whatever guise or form I choose to operate it - and thus I reprogramme reality itself - the materiality - reprogramme it in such a way that things now reflect my elected affinities - and a small part of the fruit hanging from the tree of my limitless abundance falls into this fruit bowl known as 3D reality - and suddenly I find that finity is not in fact limited in any way, shape or form. 

Quantum computing, like 3D printing, gets around apparent limitations or lack by entraining matter, coaxing it into alignment with my elective affinities. And amazingly, wondrously, matter is happy to oblige. It can not do otherwise, deferring as it must to the template of Is that I have now entrained.

Cuckoo la la - it is I am

Quantum computing is a process of engaging the field of Is, otherwise referred to as the isness of Be, directly - in whatever manner is most appropriate to the individual engaging the magicks of Is. There's really nothing to it - as you discover as soon as you engage your isness and initiate your own quantum presence forthwith. 

Happy field work to you all. 

Once you accept that you, your very conscious awareness is the interface, then howsoever you choose to relayer, realign or repurpose Reality - so long as your are coming from your isness of Be - your place of power - your highest inspiration, your joy, your unfettered creativity, then the machine of matter surrounding you bows before the sovereign being that you now are. Hail the king, hail the queen, all material reality acknowledges the ascendancy of Is - the living being - over what is essentially not - bit, matter or thing.

May your dance, your song, your quantum engagement be guided by beauty and love and three - a mysterious force which ensures that all continues to flow harmoniously within and throughout the isness of Be.