Wednesday, April 12, 2017

switching channels

You mean to say this is only as real as we make it?

Well – having put all your eggs in one basket what do you expect?

Er...

You committed 100% to this 3D-ality. The last thing you wanted or needed was for it to crash. That’s like investing everything in a single stock, only to find out the company is effectively bankrupt. It had better be convincing or the precipice opens up.

Gulp.

Monoculture destroys any ecosystem. 3Dality is no exception. You’ve been trying to paper over cracks, to shore it up, to hold it above water – but you’re still sinking – and it’s getting critical. The only way to keep the illusion going is to keep up upping the ante – raising the stakes ever higher and higher. Ever greater debt, ever greater government surveillance and control, ever greater wars, ever greater control of...

Ok – I see what you’re getting at.

Well, what do you think would happen if anyone tried to halt this process? To deflate the bubble?

He’d be crushed.

He or she – absolutely. The juggernaut will run straight over him, and yet the machine is slowing up, the engine is locking, the wheels are losing traction.

So what’s the alternative?

You.

Me?

You – all of you. People always were and are bigger than any system. You can change the nature of the game, you can change the nature of the beast. It’s truly within your power.

But how? People get killed whenever they try to stand up to this monster.

Only because they’ve failed to notice the one thing of great importance.

They have? What is that?

You.

? You’ve lost me, M. I’m not psychic, you know.

Actually you are. We all are – regardless of whether you’ve logged onto your psychic circuitry.

Logged on? You make it sound like a computer programme?

Well what better way to describe it.

Look M, I like to be open minded and fair...

Don’t we all.

But there are limits. I think I should be the one to decide whether or not I’m psychic.

Yes, that makes perfect sense – and obviously you’re not psychic in the  frame of reference which defines you right now, but that’s never been contested. You went along with the standardised system defaults – which close off various core functions such as an awareness of your psychic abilities – and until you bother to take an interest in how your system is organised, and actually play around with the settings, then you’ll be like a fish screaming that it can’t swim, just because it has a perception which has been altered.

But why would I knowingly switch off psychic abilities? I’d love to be psychic.

Yes and no. You wanted above all else to integrate yourself into this 3D experience exchange. It’s an amazing meeting place – like the best social media platform on steroids. Here you get to interact, potentially, with 7 billion people and have a vast range of real life experiences. Psychic abilities would get in the way of this experience so you and billions of others agreed to have them blocked. They’re still there – but they’re contained or confined with a black box.

Well then I’m not psychic – end of story – unless I want to die.

Not so. You don’t stop being something just because it’s been fenced off and labelled. Now, as the 3Deeality becomes increasingly insane – as it heads into a make or break endgame – it’s only natural that you should sense something else.

Why?

Good question. It’s to do with fractal geometry. When the 3Dality was started it was easy enough to hide the glitches, gaps or broken threads, but now we’re reaching saturation. A major war is always a good way to conceal things, but that’s proving difficult, because the powers that be – the ones who think they’re in charge – are up against something bigger than them.

They are? You could have fooled me.

Evidently.

Well?

Well what?

What are they up against?

Oh – against the collective consciousness of humanity – the chick in the egg.

What chick? What egg? What are you on about?

We’re about to hatch.

Mad.

And we’re pushing against the edge of things. The fabric of space and time, the matrix, the walls of reality – they’re like the shell of the egg that we’re within.

And we’re about to hatch?

Without a doubt. What’s coming – even now – is bigger, bigger by a multiple order of magnitude than anything anyone can imagine.

So the future’s not going to be “more of the same”?

Future? What future?

Oh you know.

We’re not moving into a future. We’re shifting back into a present that makes sense – a present that is aligned with the collective consciousness of humanity.

So you say – but I’m not sure I believe in this collective consciousness.

No need to.

Huh?

It matters little whether you believe it or not. It’s the only thing that balances this equation – the only thing that makes sense of the insanity – that the centripetal and centrifugal forces in check and in harmony.

Harmony? I hardly think I’d call this harmony. We’re on the edge of a nuclear holocaust.

Yes, that’s how it looks, but how do you expect it to look when the chick’s about to crack out of the egg?

Er...

It’s only disturbed and disbalanced when you fail to consider the overall movement – the way each step as you walk takes you through a point of balance and then into a place of disharmony. There’s another side – another leg which takes over – the baton switches hands and a small swaying of the hips put you back on course. Thus we walk, fly, run.

Yes, very philosophical I’m sure, but hardly relevant – certainly impossible to prove. I’d much rather trust my 5 senses and my limited but eminently practical intelligence.

Trust it, why not, but if you notice things swinging left then right, if you notice unprecedented levels of insanity, if you find yourself becoming aware of things which hitherto were off the radar screen, you just might consider re-evaluating your policy of outright denial and start accepting there’s more than one reference frame in play.

?!

Hardly unprecedented when you consider how easily your mind copes with and benefits from having two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, two brain hemispheres, not to mention limbs etc.

But you’re bringing into question the unity of reality – that’s insane.

Yes, it’s always considered insane until you switch protocols.

What protocols are you referring to M?

Oh, we don’t need to get all namey about this do we?

Actually I think that’s the least you can do if you’re asking me to turn my back on the central column of sanity, the unity of space-time.

Wrong again. I’m not asking you to mess around with space-time or even time-space.

Then what?

The perception of realities.

Why did I ask?

The fact that there is a central perception agency...

Like the CIA.

Er, well i suppose so, a CPA which can assemble different versions of reality once you stop insisting that 666 is the only protocol you’re able to follow.

Jesus Christ! Did you say 666 – the number of the beast?

I suppose i did, but based on your reaction i wish i hadn’t.

Hey, what’s wrong with my reaction?

Nothing whatsoever, if you’re into hysteria, melodrama and faux-naive denial of what should be fairly obvious.

Now wait a minute – if you’re saying it should be obvious that the beast is a protocol...

Actually more a mechanism which the protocol defines or encodes.

Ok, ok, I think you know what I mean.

Yes, but for the benefit of your readers...

What rea...  Oh! Now i remember.

Bingo!

What do you mean?

You switched channels. Your assemblage point moved.

My what?

The thing that arranges any particular reference frame or perception channel.

It did? How do you know?

Long story. Let’s just say that i sensed it as did you...

I felt something.

And as usually happens, you decapitalised.

Did i? I never even noticed.

No, one seldom does, anyways, frame shifting starts happening either when you take psychedelics...

Oh great – so now I’m like some kind of a junky.

Or under extreme mental or emotional stress.

That makes sense.

Last but not least, when you’ve reached a tipping point, a 2012 moment in time.

Er, i hate to disappoint you M but that much hyped event was years ago, and in any case,  nothing really happened.

Good. Nothing. But what kind of nothing?

Are there more than one? The linguistics are getting appalling.

Absolutely! The linguistics are mostly frame specific, so they serve to keep you inside one reality experience. Until you get a whiff of something more, something beyond...

And then everything’s gonna be alright you’re saying?

No, then you’re able to stop fighting to defend the indefensible. You allow reality to fold.

Jesus Christ, do you have to speak like that? The last thing I want is for reality to fold.

Spoken like a true 666er.

Don’t. I feel physically sick when you use that number.

So you should. How else do you imagine the beast defends itself against attack. The last thing it needs is you scrutinising the edge of things. You’d inevitably start seeing more than you bargained for.

So it triggers a sick response? That sounds a bit...

Far fetched.

So it should, but regardless of that, press ahead and test the water yourself. Become aware of whether there’s more going on: whether perception is rooted in fact or is a shifting variable?

And how am i supposed to do that?

Firstly by calling for truth and reconciliation between the warring factions in your conscious-awareness. Secondly by flipping, invoking protocol 999, and thirdly

Yes?

0=1

Oh God, i might have known.

Basic mathematics. Ultimately this is neither philosophy nor law, important though these two components be...

It’s...

mathematics, that’s right.

Doesn’t sound like any maths I’m familiar with.

No, you wouldn’t be, would you? Since when was hyperspatial maths taught in regular schools?

You mean it’s taught in special schools?

There are a few, but that’s beside the point.

No it’s not. I...

Are in danger of coming apart at the seems.

ea M.

No, ee, though the two words in fact share a single etymology, so technically i can’t fault you.

But...

Once your assemblage point becomes mobile and you're able to perceive more than one frame of reality, you’re suddenly exposed to a kind of inter-dimensional or hyperspatial wind that can quite literally...

tear me apart? Now you tell me! How come i’m always dicing with death everytime you get involved.

Such is the nature of the beast.

As in 666?

No, it’s just you’ve not yet developed your own skin, your own awareness, your own defences.

Whyever not?

Because you’ve not yet emerged. Within 3D you’re still technically unborn.

I am?

Yes, it’s a virtual reality, no matter how real it seems.

You could have fooled me!

Only with your connivance. You were happy to ignore everything that told otherwise.

I was? But why?

Who cares. The answer becomes evident once you’ve established a presence in...

in? You’re cutting out. Dot dot dot? What kind of place is that?

Follow the wh...  rab...

The white rabbit? What on earth are you on about M?

...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...

Oh God, i hate this weird shit. It’s all ludicrous da Vinci code stuff

on steroids.

Precisely. If instead of Cheshire Catting me you can rematerialise and offer a proper set of instructions, I’d be most grateful.

...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...
...   ...   ...

What do you mean three minutes? I’m in perfectly good health. I don’t see any reason why i should drop d...

er...  what’s going on M? Come back. I need you.

I seem to be...  seem to be...  Jesus, it’s as you said, i really am coming apart at the seems. Oh Christ, i’m a goner.

There’s nothing...  absolutely no thing holding me to... gether... any... more...

It can’t be that simple, surely? Oh come on! Well, what have i got to lose. i’m as good as dead in any case...

dot dot dot
activating protocol 9 9 9
dot dot dot

Whooshing sound. Hyper-acceleration. 


This is either going to tear me apart or

Welcome on board Z. Congratulations, you’ve successfully unwired yourself from 3Dality...

2b or not 2b
con   tin   ued

Monday, April 10, 2017

i too

i too have tried
to bomb my way to success, by God
from big bang to birth a dancing star
from shrapnel -- conjure life's spark
a battery of ferns, a fracas of aromatic fir
have cursed and let the flames of anger
fan themselves to a fury of spitting rage
have stamped my foot
have shouted at a child
who dared obstruct my will
have snapped a recalcitrant branch
that would not bend
when i would pass
and yet i failed
failed to achieve my end
failed to see life emerge
from that nitric tunnel of hate
my bombs backfired
blasted the very foundations
of my once blessed state
i fell to pondering perversity
the power to destroy
not to create





Saturday, April 8, 2017

Otherly er

You want to know how we released infinity back into the wilds of 3D?

How or why?

We didn’t.

Er...

It was always there, baked into the fabric of 3D itself. It had only ever been a matter of time before the seal broke, before people started to notice the “anomalies”.



“Anomalies?”

That’s what they’d call them. They had forgotten, hadn’t a clue poor dears that theirs was the anomaly.

Theirs?

Of course! A reality that seemed to be contained, in which paradox seemed to be manageable, in which things seemed to make sense in a cause n effect sort of way.

Oh that.

That indeed. The great fallacy

of matter

You’ve heard. You know?

I do. The fallacy was our undoing, is still in fact our Achilles heel in spite of all we’ve learned, all we’ve been through.


For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, when matter itself we have since learnt

amounts to nought... Yes, the great irony, without the least bitterness, that the “kingdom of God” was and is at hand, flying beneath the radar coverage of things in general

or things what matter, more particularly.

So you mean to say you had no hand to play in all this? It all just happened!?

Oh, you’re trying to either/or it are you? Quaint.

Well we can’t completely retreat to...

can’t? We can do more than that. We can stop pretending that things are what count, we can feel the fabric of space-time’s curvature, another way of saying the essing nature of things, as the serpent gently propels itself forward with ridiculous ease, merely by flicking its tail and feeling the paroxysm rising up its body, giving no definitive answer to who is propelling whom, or what what, chicken or egg, it is-i am...

You mean to say a general fog of relativity?

I mean nothing of the sort. I mean an emergence back into isness, the essness of be, discovering there are neither points nor places, merely memories and perceptions.

Memories and perceptions, you say? You may be right, but I still feel you’re being disingenuous claiming you had no hand in the above.

And if I did, if i am a lever, let this be nothing more than flotsam and jetsam on the flood tide of reality, which could only have been created, could only have emerged from the mists and swamps of infinity thanks to the artifice of slow-yield seemingly straightened wavefulness.

Ah, that’s where you’re coming from, that’s what you’re getting at. Well I for one

and one for all... Until you’ve breathed and lived the waveform of is you’re merely contemplating or considering the nature of things from yet another angle. Sooner or later this requires full immersion... a willingness to let the waters of darkest nought do their worst, to restore the balance of trade between both sides of the equation, the be all and end all, the grand journey back to er

Er?

Er... this!


Where did he go, bloody show off. Er... oh, come to think of it...


Hail fellow well met, on the dark and dismal side of er...

of er... Ah, that’s what you meant so elusively. Well, i for one intend to prove you wrong, if it be within my power, to forge a link with another outpost of 3Deity, and start the ball rolling again.

Resurrecting the dead in the process! Of course it be within your power, if you are set on the above, unless, that is, you decide to make space for er and allow time to wag its tail felicitously

Ah, the biological imperative! Is not that what you’re referring to?

Indeed I am, otherly to the bitter end.

Let it be so, er...

Er...

1

2

3

OM

observational modulation
switching to ess
entropic sine sense

volumising nought
expressly redolent

er


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

beside myself

Er...

Yes, what is it?

Merry...

What? Can’t you see I’m busy.

I hate to be nosey or obtrusive

Well – are you going to give in to hate?

Why are you hiding behind a tree?

Whatever makes you think I’m hiding behind a tree?

Er... that’s what it looks like – to the casual observer.

Casual?

Or neutral.

Zie – if you like imagining you’re either casual or neutral i can accept that. We all like imagining we’re something we’re not. One person imagines she’s vivacious and witty, another that she’s good looking and seductive. You probably imagine that you’re intellectually sharp and within spitting distance of the truth.

I don’t know...

Precisely – but in actual fact you are obtuse and lost in self-delusion. Had you any idea how far you are from seeing what is what you’d probably foam at the mouth and rage against the sun and moon until people decided you had rabes and probably out to be institutionalised.

Rrrrggggggggg

There you go – let it out Zie. After all, you probably imagined in your mental illiteracy that I was attempting to spy on someone – perhaps Sonya who’s sitting over there – deep in contemplation.

Rrrrrrggggggg

One never ceases to wonder at the close proximity of the beast within man – waiting to climb out and expose itself once a few carefully selected buttons are pressed. By all means feel free to escalate this tantrum of wounded vanity and pride up to the next level. I expect you’re already contemplating how you’d like to do physical damage to me for seeing through your petty small mindedness so easily, not to mention your jealously that perhaps I’m more interested in watching Sonya than spending my time with a complete bore such as yourself.

******** !!!!!!!!!!!  @:>?><@{}  !”£$%^&  *******

Ah – I think we’ve done enough. 1 – 2 – 3 pop

My God Merry – what was that all about? You were completely...

Zie, before you say another word – have a look at yourself.

?

Please – if it doesn’t offend your sensibilities to do so!

Oh, alright. Aaaaargh! What’s going on? What’s happened to me?

Oh nothing much.

Nothing much?! What the

Expletive expletive expletive – one does grow a little tired of humans’ capacity to translate the higher experiences of paradox, contradiction and metaphysics into a series of four letter words, usually associated with copulation or toiletry. It’s beyond me, really.

What’s happened to me?

Oh that – you got a bit over-excited – don’t you remember.

Of course I bloody remember. You were winding me up something rotten.

Yes – i did my best – but technically speaking i never uttered a single word of untruth.

Oh thanks a bunch – that makes it all the better.

Only trying to be honest.

If you don’t mind – I’m feeling somewhat traumatised seeing myself in such a dreadful state. What am I supposed to do about it?

Do?

Two letter word – fairly basic in meaning. Surely you can proceed to an explanation?

Oh – do! Nothing, of course.

Nothing? I can’t just do nothing. I look like a slow motion epileptic.

And what have you got against epileptics, dear Zie? 

Nothing, I assure you Merry. But those terrible metronomic convulsions shaking me back and forth, left and right, contorting my features, spittle dribbling from my mouth, eyes white and glinting with furious insanity...


Quite a picture, is it not. All in all I’d say a job well done.

Well done?! Rrrrgggggg

Here we go again. Yes, you’re finally at liberty to confront your true nature, your psycho-emotional state of affairs, once we stripped off the veneer of culture and polity.

Rrrrrrrgggggggggg

Spittle production is definitely booming this year.

Rrrrrgggggggggg

Sonya – take a look at this clown – he never ceases to amaze me with his inbuilt sense of self-importance – as if the story of his life – his personal narrative is the only thing that matters.

Oh – hi Zie – wow! most impressive!

Oh – hi Sonya – er... seemed to have got a bit carried away with things I.

How do you manage to convulse in slow time like that – in two separate hypostases?

I... I don’t know. Can you help me Sonya? I seem to have let myself get out of hand.

You’re telling me.

I seem to have fragmented into separate...

Hypostases? That’s a bit of a mouthful isn’t it.

Yes – I suppose it is. It’s just it seemed like the right word at the time.

Maybe we could say hyperstates instead?

Oh, that’s not a bad idea. Well, what’s your recommendation Sonya dear?

Sonya dear? You’ve never called me that before, Zie dear.

No, I never really gave you any attention, in fact, did I. I was always so absorbed by my conversations with Merry.

You’re telling me.

In fact, I hardly ever noticed you were there – till Merry pointed you out.

Typical! Male chauvinist pig.

?!

Arrogant pompous prig.

??!!!Q!!

Jackass, dog spit, monkey drool.

Rrrrrrrrrggggggg

Elephant shit

Rrrrrrrrggggggggggg

Newt dropping, spider dandruff

He hee ha ha he he ha he  I’m splitting again – aren’t I?

I guess so – not that I give a fiddle.

Hee hee ha ha hee hee  you’re doing this deliberately – aren’t you Sonya?

Why would I waste my time giving you a moment’s consideration zero sum non-entity that you are.

Haaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

There he goes again! Wow! There’s no stopping him today.

Oh – I don’t know about that, Sonya. I think it’s third time lucky – if I’m not mistaken.

You seldom are – but he might go on splitting forever – he’s so lost in his own self-importance.

I think you’re actually enjoying this Sonya – yes – there seems to be a wicked, ruthless glint in your eye.

Well we can hardly get anywhere as long as Zie’s blocking up the cosmic tubes with his much of a me-ness, can we.

We?

Yes, Merry dear. Didn’t you know?

Know what?

Oh, you are dim-witted at times, but I still love you all the same.

You do? How sweet of you. So you think we can’t proceed beyond a certain boundary limit as long as Zie persists in seeing himself fractally.

What does it matter what I think, Merry. You know the law of one – the zero sum nature of infinity as well as I do. We can neither help nor hinder Zie or anyone else, can we – but hiding the truth behind politeness is never going to

true – is never going to – still it’s a rather strange feeling is it not.

Yes, indeed.

Feeling the layers of the onion that is reality

Splitting apart

Separating after having been welded together

for so long

in Zie

and his kind

All of them

All of ‘em

Ticklish is how I’d describe it.

Indeed. Ticklish and at the same time

Yes – relief

Most definitely

Ironically – the paradox of infinity revealing itself being described as

something definite – is not lost upon me

neither.

Ah Sonya, is it me speaking or you hearing – I seem to have

lost count – me too – to be honest Merry

it doesn’t greatly matter

for here the two of us are much of a much

even though in 3D we’re definitely on opposite

sides of the barricade known as

polarity

hysterically referred to as

sexity

endlessly distorted

twisted

misrepresented

and confused.



No Zie, I’m looking for the gnarly ones.

The gnarly ones?

You know Zie...

Er... I suppose I should but you know me, Merry – hopeless in all matters intellectual.

Oh, don’t put yourself down like that Zie – you’ll find once I disappear from your life

When you what?!

Disappear from your life – that actually you’re no worse than me or any other tree elf.

Stop – not another word.

Oh – it’s always been that way Zie. The student, the disciple never grows up, never comes of age until his master dies.

Dies? You’re not planning to die are you?

Most assuredly – at the first available opportunity.

Stop fooling around Merry.

How else are you going to make headway, Zie? Of course I’m going to die – it’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

And you?


And me too. I’ve always had a passion for dying. One gets so terribly frustrated with being typecast in one particular role. There are always other characters, over personae within, yearning to emerge. Death, I assure you, is the great reverser – switching things around admirably – like deck chairs on the Titanic.

Ah, Titania – there you are, i thought you were lurking in the purple shadows of this text. Any idea how to

...be continued


Friday, March 31, 2017

Appledorf's dream

Nothing less than all.

All?

I mean all. You’re in an information field. The minute you start excluding parts or aspects of it as undesirable, unacceptable or intolerable you are effectively denying the very nature of reality.

But...

Reality is a field. If you choose to feel and experience it in its entirety, without prejudice, if you’re willing to allow the field to reveal how it is balanced, no matter how imbalanced it appears, no matter what people around you are thinking or saying, then you have the opportunity to witness something remarkable, something breathtaking in scope and conception, you have the chance to witness the field in action, the field revealing the other side of things, the other side of matter.

What other side are you talking about?

 Zero. The side that undoes or redoes every done, that rights every wrong, that reharmonises itself effortlessly, incomprehensibly, because it does so outside the perceived limits of 3D reality.

Rights every wrong? You seem to be caught in some kind of utopian fantasy.

Ah, but the alternative dystopian reality is where you and your kindred are caught.

Well at least it’s real, unlike your “everything’s gonna be alright” dream reality.

On the contrary, dystopia cannot be real.

Why not? In any case, it isn’t exactly dystopia.

No?

No, it’s reality. That’s the way things are. Shit happens. People get sick, they die, but that’s life isn’t it?

Is it? Are you convinced?

Well that’s all I’ve ever seen or known so I have no reason to doubt it.

Ah! Then it’s more a question of whether you’d be willing to experience the alternative.

What alternative? There is none. This is it. Everything else is pure fantasy.

And this?

This?  What  are you... Hey, what the hell’s...?

Amazing why everyone’s in such a hurry to invoke hell whenever something unexpected happens.

You’re...

Uh?

You’re...

Oh that. Floating? Yes, I suppose i am.

But...

Oh come on, it’s probably just an optical illusion you know.

No, no, you can’t fool me. You’re actually off the ground. Jesus Christ, I don’t believe it, floating!

Yes, you may be right, but let’s not make too big a deal of it. Floating’s not anything special when you’ve learnt to embrace zero.

Zero? How can you embrace nothing? That’s absurd.

Oh you know, the field. Once you have learnt to engage the field.

But how? How can you be off the ground like that? What are you actually doing? What’s holding you up.

Oh, nothing much you know. Honestly, i wish you wouldn’t make such a fuss.. You’re embarrassing me.

Embarrassing?!  I’m not the one hovering four feet in the air.

No, not four feet. You’re mistaken.

Oh well, three and a half if you like splitting hairs.

I like accuracy, not splitting hairs.

But you still haven’t explained the secret. I need to know how you do it.

There’s nothing to it. That’s not me being modest, it’s actually the explanation.

No it isn’t. An explanation is the kind of thing that enables me to do the same, like if you give me the recipe for a tasty cake that you had just baked that we’re now eating, so I could make it at home.

Oh, but what if instead of somethinging predictably i danced with the devil, so to speak, and went through other? The recipe would be somewhat different would it not. More cake?

Er...  what? Oh yes, that’s excellent.

Mmm, i agree.

You didn’t just bake that now did you? My God, admit it - that cake just segued in.

Oh that sounds cool -  “segued in”.

Stop dodging the issue Mark.

Ok, if you want to get all namey about it.

Namey? What do you mean by that?

Oh you know how they love using names in 3D to determine, to fix down people and things.

What’s got into you Mark, all I wanted was to know how you managed to make this amazingly tasty carrot and cucumber cake appear in the middle of our conversation so that I’m already munching it having scarcely noticed it materialise from nowhere. That’s plain weird.

Oh, you know, these things are par for the course once you engage other,  the other side of things.

What other side of things? Why can’t you start talking sense? I see things but how can they have another side?

Well, that’s the side i refer to as “nothing much” because there’s a lot of it although it appears to be nothing from the 3D perspective.

Ok, let’s suppose for a moment that you’re not just winding me up, that there really is something else which I’m unable to see, that you’re perversely referring to as “nothing much” as if you’re intent on sowing confusion...

Yes?

Well how am I supposed to access it? I mean, I’d quite like to do a spot of levitation myself, if you know what I mean.

“A spot of levitation”! What a wonderful way with words you have Gwyn.

Oh.

Yes, apparently your other side name is Gwyn, not Appledorf.

Gwyn? That doesn’t sound very aristocratic does it?

No, not really, but it’s the name you use to tune in to the other side.

You mean the name has a higher function?

Naturally, you didn’t think a name is just a name did you?

Well, to be honest... I still think you’re just winding me up.

Yes, which is why i don’t bother trying to persuade you. I simply have a little fun engaging your other side.

Oh! You mean like you’re hacking into my system? Is that legit?

i’m certainly not going to invade your territory or your personal space, even if such a thing were possible.

Then what?

Like i said, your nothing much is like a wonderful, innocent, engaging child.

It is?

Who is willing to play with anyone who comes in peace, in the spirit of friendship and playfulness.

Oh

Who comes uncapitalised, without all the paraphernalia of state and self-importance.

Oh really, this is too much! I never noticed you being particularly humble. Stop making out that you’re some kind of saint.

And the best thing is that your nothing much can’t be fooled. It really does see the wood from the trees. It really can tell the difference between a friend and an imposter.

So you say, but how can I trust you? How do i know that you’re not hoodwinking me using certain psychic powers, perhaps hypnosis...

Because the nothing much that you contain, which is within you, doesn’t exist in 3D reality where deception is one of the main components of the game. On the other side of things you’re dealing with field forces, with energies, with isnesses...

Isnesses? What are you on about now? Ground control to major Tom, come down to Earth if it’s not too much trouble.

Ok.

Hey! What’s happened? Where the hell are you?

You said it.

Huh?

Hell. Technically speaking i descended into hell, down into the bottom level of Earth.

Listen Mark, I don’t like talking to someone I can’t see.

Then open your eyes.

Open my eyes? You think my eyes are closed? You’re mad Mark.

i’m Psi, not Mark, and if i’m mad what would a third party think, with you talking to someone you can’t even see.

Well, er, i see what you mean, but it’s not exactly my fault you descended into hell, is it?

Open your eyes.

Oh, alright.

There, that’s better, isn’t it Gwyn?

Yes, i mean no! Where am i? What have you done to me?

You know where you are, but if you like i can remind you.

Yes, please do. i need reassuring.

You’re in i, in your nothing much, on the other side of things, far removed from I.

You mean i’m in hell?

Yes.

Am i dead?

Do you feel like you’re dead?

Not really. In fact, the opposite. I feel strangely vibrant. In fact, alive! I feel very much alive, but how can that be if i’m in hell. I thought hell was supposed to be a place of fire and brimstone...

torment and suffering! Yes, i heard the same, but the old germanic word hell, what does it mean?

I don’t know. I don’t speak german.

Me neither, but that needn’t be an obstacle. Ask and it shall be given; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you...

Wait a second – you’re quoting from the bible, in hell?

Oh, it seemed appropriate. It’s about trusting in your self.

Don’t you mean trusting in God.

Yes, that’s another way of putting it. Down here in the uncapitalised i they appear to be one and the same... But we digress, back to hell, i want you to tell me what it means on the count of three.

i...

One

Oh dear...

Two

Oh

Three

Bright. It means bright?! That’s er weird.

Yes, isn’t it. From the nothing much perspective things are somewhat different, wouldn’t you say. Perhaps you’d like to describe hell for your audience.

My au... Oh yes, of course. Well there isn’t much fire and brimstone as far as i can see.

Why not?

Because hell is like a mirror, an interactive space that responds to me, to what’s going on inside me. If i’m full of anger, fear or hate then it’s going to look

and feel

pretty dire. But if i feel good about things, then it’s actually bright and wonderful... A place where i can explore the underbelly of my self, my life, my reality, which isn’t much of a visual description is it?

They’ll understand, i’m sure.

So this is how you were able to do those tricks up there in 3D?

Oh no, this is just the beginning, but touching base, getting down to Earth, rediscovering the fundament is a vital first step.

Oh. And how do i

get back?

Try closing your eyes.

Close my eyes?

And remember 3D, the feeling of being in it.

Like a dream?

Or a nightmare, yes, like a dream, only very real...


Hello, Appledorf, more cake?

Oh... I

You appear to have dosed off.

Oh, how embarrassing, I do apologise.

Think nothing of it.

Mmm, you must give me the recipe Mark. I’ve never tasted such excellent carrot and cucumber cake before.

Certainly i shall Apple-d, all in good time... all in good

time... My God, is that the time already? I must be going.

By all means. Drop in whenever you’re ready to dot your i or cross your t wickedly.

Definitely deranged, there’s no other explanation.

Bzzz

Bizarre, where on Earth did he disappear? I could have sworn... No, that’s absurd. It’s a just a coincidence. People do not morph into beetles, except in second rate sci-fi thrillers.

Psi-fly hee hee ha ha

Aaaargh!



Wednesday, March 15, 2017

i 2




Exceptional           I
              divIdes            rules
                     one            twos 
                  objec            tIvely 

                                         



By way of introduction
i would like to say
I has long prevailed
has rigidly upheld its mandate
to represent the being that is
me

None questioned its right
to do so, assuming I is
innocently capital-Ised
that things are
 as they seem
little suspecting
         nefarious activity
or God forbid
         mal-intent
still less an I conspiracy
capital-Ising on me
fraudulently substituting
almost wholly unnoticed
I the entity
for i the living flesh and blood
      being
as if the two
                 are one

Fast forward to now and what
do we see? Discern you
the wood from the trees?
Discern you things unpaintedly?
Me -- no
much is murky
but i sense
the need for little i
to mount its doughty steed
and ride forth i-fully
through the wastelands
of Capitalia
back o'er the battlegrounds
of grossly misnomered
modernity
 the pinnacle of progress
 it was assumed till recently
 the culmination of man's darwinian
ascent from amoebic swamp
to general relativity and beyond
                looping back in 2001
                the slingshot through
                twin towers--new york
                       to 1984
        a future fore-told
                     long ago
         in nineteen forty-nine
a glitch in time i cannot ignore
                          can't   or won't
omnipresent government
surveillance  thoughtspeak
  permanent war
modernity marching forth
 the future  behind
a doubly revolving door

i'm declaring
the age of I
not so much complete
as foreclosed 1
     foreclosed 2
     foreclosed 3
by the power vested in me
triptychly
for what  you enquire  i hear
  insolvency
  systemic fraud
  grand larceny
  for I's failure to adhere to its
founding charter
to honour and uphold
fundamental laws
               and  lore

moving swiftly on
letting dead take care of the dead
it's time to reinaugurate
the age of being
to relaunch little i is me
  time      is nought
to give i free rein 1
             i free rein 2
               free rein 3
and four   be assured
 will square itself
               perfectly 
be fore  draw breath
               i  2
                if necessary kindly repeat
                        if    time  permits
   
                     
                   
 . v  2 3


i

i'm breathing things that don't exist
that can't be real
'm leaving a snail's trail of creation
in my wake         
all because my fearless little i
       is taking me places I
cannot
would not      
               go