Schrodinger's tennis ball

So the bottom line is you want me to believe that this is all just some kind of virtual reality – even though it seems to be real enough – even though I have no difficulty living my life based on the wysiwyg [what you see is what you get] assumption.

Incorrect.

Er…

I don’t want you to do or think anything. That’s entirely your decision. It has absolutely nothing to do with me, and it would be inexcusable presumption on my part to try to influence your choice.

But then…

Yes?

You keep on working tirelessly to undermine my 3D model.

Only because you bother to engage me in discourse on the subject.

Er…

It’s like a game of tennis, isn’t it.

Er...?

You hit the ball over the net at me, I knock it back. We’re playing the same game – though I appear to be opposing you.

Then you’re not in fact opposing me?

Not you, the human being.

Then what?

Only you the thing. The idiot.

There you go again – personalising this with ad hominem attacks.

No, I’m merely differentiating between the human being that you are – and the idiot who takes and holds a position – as if that were in any way, shape or form able to define or represent the infinity you comprise.

The what?

The infinity contained within you.

Er…

Look – I know it seems a lot.

A lot, you say?

Ok – one helluva lot.

That’s more like it.

But the fact is, there’s no getting around infinity. Try as we might to slip it under the carpet of consciousness, or the rug of relativity – there’s no way infinity can or should be removed from the equation. Doing so leaves you with a model which may work mathematically – but which utterly fails to address the ultimately main issue…

Which is?

Correct.

Huh?

Which Is.

Er…

The Is.

Still er…

The isness that Is.

Er continuing unabated.

That cannot be determined without essentially denying, contradicting or contravening the simple, fundamental presence of infinity, or the nature of Is.

Cacophonous er – growling and retching, mewling and puking – desperately holding out against the inky black tidal waters of infin-ity.

For the minute we start trying to determine what is – we jump from the court of consciousness to one side of it – which is only possible if we set a ball in motion.

It is?

Yep.

How come?

Because you’d go spinning out of equilibrium faster than you could mutter “Planck’s Constant” or “Heisenberg’s uncertainty”.

So, er…?

So, in order to "what your is" – you need to take a side.

Like taking sides, you mean?

Yeah, more or less. Taking sides is only physically possible if there’s an opponent willing to take the other side of the trade – like a future’s contract where there’s a long for every short.

And that’s you.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Why so needlessly opaque.

Because you’re going from infinity to thingity.

No such word.

I wonder why?

Because, presumably, you’re referring to reality – why not use the appropriate term?

Ah – but if to do so we have to deny, ignore or eliminate infinity – the supreme state – the all that is – the High Court of Consciousness so to speak, then whether it is appropriate or accurate to refer to this ball in motion dialogue as reality is open to debate.

You think it ain’t.

I would have serious doubts – particularly if I noticed that it’s a zero sum game – that one side always has to lose for another to win – particularly if I noticed that behind it all – behind the debate there’s an all seeing or all knowing ness which is utterly indifferent to the outcome of the game – but which seems to benefit from the fact that the ball is in motion, that the game is being played. I’d want to better understand what the contractual terms of our relationship are. I’d want to know to what extent I merely play the part of “useful idiot”, no matter how intelligent my arguments seem to be.

Played for a fool – you think we’re being used?

I’d want to investigate – wouldn’t i?

Uncapitalised – is that significant?

I suspect it is.

Why?

I suspect, though I have no intention of proving beyond reasonable doubt, that the capitalised i refers to the “me thinks” – the one who is taking a side in the grand debate of material things – which appears to be utterly, utterly irrefutable, does it not?

How do you mean?

Well how many people are really gonna stand up in court and declare their inability to accept the reality of things in general.

Er…

Their inability to accept the objective nature of reality – that things are actually things irrespective of me – of my part in the equation.

Er… not very many, I suspect.

Correct.

Probably because it’s patently absurd, isn’t it.

Yes.

So why bother to bring it up in the first place?

Wait a second -  what makes it absurd in your reckoning?

Well, if objective reality depended on you or me – it would implode or alter in some significant way if you were killed.

Or even if I fell asleep?

Yes, or even just when you direct your attention elsewhere. There’d be some kind of effect.

Yes – that’s good, sound reasoning – and I’m not going to waste my time arguing with it.

So, what’s the purpose of this conversation?

Well, just because something is or seems unreasonable, doesn’t in fact mean it’s untrue.

Weak, very weak.

Look – when i gave you the “ball in motion” hypothesis – you saw a model of reality in which we’re only able to experience and engage things at the 3D material level if we leap down from the gallery onto one side of the court, or t’other.

Yes. And what?

Well, from the 3D perspective the court always existed, and it’s both real and material – there’s no disputing that – which is where we’re thinking and speaking from now, isn’t it?

Yes – the ball’s in motion – you could say – but that doesn’t mean you’re right about the court being dependent on us for its very existence. I don’t know what you’ve got against matter. It’s perfectly real and undeniable to me.

Which it is – as long as you’re in court. But, you need to consider the other side – there’s the rub.

What other side?

Me.

You?

Yes, me.

What about you?

Am I real?

Of course you are.

Really?

Well yes. I can see you, hear you, step up to the net and touch you if I have to. And even if i don’t – i can feel the ball you’re hitting back at me. It’s real and, in a sense, an extension of your realness.

True.

Then what?

Nought.

Huh?

Nought.

No, you lost me.

If you jumped down onto one side of the net, and the ball flies back and forth between us – i conveniently appeared on the other side as if we’d planned to meet up for this game of tennis, didn’t i?

Well, yes.

But I didn’t.

You didn’t what?

I didn’t come from anywhere did i?

Of course you did. We agreed last week. We were having a coffee together and discussed the fact that we hadn’t played tennis in a long while, and wouldn’t it be nice…

You see – you have a full memory of everything leading up to this moment – which just goes to show the incomprehensible power of infinity to backfill events in reality.

Oh come on. You’re being preposterous. You can’t seriously deny that we had coffee last week – you spilt yours didn’t you.

Yes. And what did I draw on the table top absentmindedly?

84

You remember.

Yes, I was kind of intrigued.

And annoyed?

A little annoyed. You didn’t seem to care about the fact that the table was a mess.

So, supposing I’m right, and this game in fact is merely a subset of infinity – that the past we both remember has been filled in – then the question is…

There’s no question – you’re being needlessly obtuse. You know perfectly well that this is not just an abstraction. You didn’t just materialise from a grand vortex of thinglessness, no matter how hard you want to believe this – and frankly – you’re making yourself look incredibly childish persisting in this vein.

Yes. That’s a good healthy reaction. But unlike you i haven’t severed my link with infinity – and i can’t deny that somehow we make this real – being here in this game – that ultimately you and I are mathematical symbols which always have to cancel each other out – for we were only able to collapse infinity temporarily – in time that is – for a moment or two – by taking sides – a plus and minus one – so to speak – only ever amounting to nought.

Poppycock.

Absolutely. To the rational mind – but supposing I were able to function independently of or outside rationality.

Then you’d be insane.

True, unless when you call my bluff i’m able to deliver the cards.

What cards? This isn’t a bloody casino.

I wouldn’t want to bet on it.

Tennis balls. If you’re so sure you’re right – you’ll be able to deliver your coup de grace with tennis balls.

Absolutely. But let’s be honest – my chances of being able to deliver an 84 with tennis balls are…

Zero.

Precisely. Unless…

There’s no unless. I’m not buying into your tennis court hypothesis. Physical reality is

Real?

Absolutely.

I agree. It’s one hundred percent real unless infinity actually exists. Only then does it become something less than real – something like a subset of infinity.

So, if you’re willing to put your theory to the test then what are you waiting for?

Your permission.

My?

Permission. Reverting back to infinity’s going to temporarily interfere with the continuity of this physical, material reality live-stream.

Er…

But don’t worry – i promise it’ll only be temporary.

Why do i feel some kind of déjà vu?

Er… supposing you were to give your permission – that would allow a quantum event to take place – some kind of shift or aberration in the sequence, flow or shape of things.

But I haven’t made up my mind yet.

No, but apparently you have – at a deeper level – so the nexus is already warming up – things are already anticipating the event – you’re experiencing some kind of precognition.

Oh my God.

What?

84

What?

How did you know?

Know what?

That was a recurring dream I was having – Christ – that’s unreal.

Er…

I’m sure I never mentioned it to you before.

Mentioned what?

The dream.

What bloody dream? What are you on about?

Oh my God. The bet’s off.

Huh?

That’s insane!

Er… you’re not going to let me in on this are you?

Er… based on your version of infinity you should already know.

Should – i never said I’m psychic, did i?

No, but come on man – you were so sure of yourself. Surely you have an idea what this is all about.

Ok – so you had some recurring dream where the number 84 featured prominently.

No man – well yes – kind of.

Make up your mind, God dammit.

Hey – watch your language.

Er…

Look – the bet’s off. You win. Infinity’s for real.

And that’s all?

Isn’t that enough?

No – I need to know.

Need to know what?

What the bloody hell’s going on.

Why don’t we just allow it to happen as intended.

Er… ok.

That would be much simpler.

So, what do I need to do?

Well, it’s your serve, isn’t it? Final match point. What are you waiting for?

Er… the ball.

Oh sorry. Here you are.

Are you feeling any precognition yet Merry?

You’re telling me – the whole court seems to be bubbling sub-atomically.

The Field is strong.

Shut up Yoda – I’m trying to concentrate.

Ok –

Bang – Merry serves – the ball shoots across the net – unbelievably fast – swerving viciously – Zie somehow knocks it back – seems to be playing with his eyes shut – correct that – Is playing with his eyes shut – holy smoke – so’s Merry apparently – oh – wait a minute – wrong screen – eyes open again next level up – God they’re playing hard – Geez – never seen anything like it – wait a minute – eyes closed – what the hell – up again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – you following me? don’t for a minute imagine that you the observer are in any way ultimately removed or separate from this insane interlockedness of id-ity – but i digress – back to the ultimate tennis finale – fire – thunderbolts – plasma vortices – all pale to insignificance as we follow the action up and back to the eyes-open level of engagement – the real-ity of ball in motion court proceedings – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – again – 84 times – 84 no more, no less until the game is no more – no more…

Did i win?

Difficult to say, innit?

You could say.

It’s not like it ever really mattered, is it?

Nope.

But it was fun, wunnit?

Shiiz.

My feelings entirely.

And we got a number for our pains.

That we did.

Eighty bloody four.

Hey.

Sorry, that was unnecessary.

Let’s keep this clean and pure.

My feelings entirely.

You know…

Yes?

This disembodied state’s pretty nice actually. I could stick around.

Yeah, me too.

Except that i kinda promised you we’d get back…

To the hurly burly, so to speak.

Yeah.

Well, in that case, i suppose you’d better flick the switch.

What switch?

You mean to say...?

Er…

You don’t know how?

I never did, actually.

What?

Always ever flying by the seat of my pants.

Geez. And i thought you actually knew what you were about.

Hey – what’s to say that… oh, never mind.

So, we might be stuck here for ever.

Yep. Could be.

Well, like i said – it’s nice here... I feel like, yunno.

Yeah – me too.

If it weren’t just a teeny bit boring.

Oh, that – yeah, you’ve got a point.

Weird.

Mm

Who’d have thought infinity could be boring.

Infinity?

Yeah – I assume that’s where we are.

Ha ha ha, LOL

No?

No, we just cancelled out our particular little equation.

Oh.

Created a little time inversion.

Oh.

System ‘ll catch up with us in a moment.

Oh.

It’ll feel…

Huh?

a little weird – if you know what I mean.

I can guess.

Slipping back into the time vortex.

Uh oh… i’m  getting some fluttery precognition…

Buckle up Dorothy, it’s Kansas city bye bye.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHG!

My sentiment precisely.

Holy shee.

Which in Russian is “cabbage soup”.

Er… thanks for that.

Always welcome. Now, as I believe I won that monumental final rally of 84 – it’s only fair that you’re buying the beer.

Typical.

Unless you’d like a rematch.

No way Merry, i’ll get the beer, though wysiwyg, there’s no knowing what we’ll actually be drinking.

Absolutely.

Baikal.is /episode 5

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1010

Screen notes:

Music playing – energy drumming – images of our reality/ the narrative today – meditation, the cosmic mind – our fiction – Harry Potter/ Marvel Comics/ Disney etc…

War and Peace images – the good and the bad – the heroic and the defeated/ depressed/ servants of Thim doing their stuff, blissfully unaware…

It’s powerful, isn’t it.

How do you know…

What you’re dreaming? Er… long story. That chapter you just wrote about the water Orb – you put me in –

I never said it was you.

But it was, wasn’t it.

I guess so. You’re not supposed to interfere while I’m writing. You know the rules.

Yeah – but like you said – I seem to know what you’re dreaming – don’t I –

Because you’re from Primus Solaris?

Chicken or egg.

You mean whatever I’m writing affects the truth?

[facial shot]

That’s kind of insane, isn’t it.

No more insane than what’s happening in the world right now.

No, I mean "insane" in the sense of awesome.

Just as long as you don’t mess with this power.

So what was it like – do you remember?

Aren’t you forgetting – it’s supposed to be hundreds of years in the future.

Not for you it isn’t.

True. Look – I don’t know – when I see what you’re writing it comes back to me clear as day. If I knew any more than that it would interfere with the quantum field, wouldn’t it.

Yes, I guess so.

So write it nice. It looks like you and your brethren are all that stands between us, now, and the apocalypse.

Don’t – it’s unbearable.

Is it? Something tells me there’s another part of you – a warrior of the word – who relishes the impossibility of what you’re doing.

Eat or pupate – that’s what Miss Sattergee said, isn’t it.

Yeah – well if our world’s ready to pupate then this is definitely the place to be. You feel it don’t you.

I… do. She’s… strong. Very strong. It’s almost more than I can bear. I’ve gotta go. Time to write or it’s gonna split me in two.

Write Merlin, go write.

 1011

 Little did the people on Earth suspect an armada overhead in space...

General – there are more craft up there right now that we can count.

Listen North – when you have a billion dollars of equipment at your disposal I don’t wanna hear you can’t count the f***** craft. You’ll provide the relevant numbers or get your ass out of here.

Ok. Here’s the latest figure – seven minutes ago. Do you want me to read it out?

No, I think I’ll manage. [underbreath] Holy cow. What are they doing?

Nothing at the moment. They… appear to be observing.

Observing what? Why the hell did Earth suddenly become so interesting?

Earth, or Siberia – to be precise. That’s where they are concentrated – This is what they seem to be focussing on. [computer google earth thing matching the craft in space – zooming down on Baikal]

Lake Baikal. What the hell’s going on there? Still nothing from your man on the ground?

Not a thing – apart from the terror attacks targeting planes and trains on their way to the vicinity from Moscow. [brings it up on screen]

Intriguing. Someone’s working overtime to cause panic in the population.

We have reason to believe…

Yes?

That Thim’s trying to stop someone from accessing Baikal.

Thim – you don’t seriously expect me to believe that "AI out of control" shit.

You don’t have a problem accepting an armada of spacecraft overhead.

Because I can see it on the radar.

Look General – my job is to evaluate all versions dismissing none – until it’s eliminated empirically. Thim is definitely a card in play. I don’t take sides. I don’t give a shit if it’s true or not – but... this is moving too fast and with a scope too broad for usual state players 'n agencies – Mossad, the FSB, our CIA, even human traffickers, or the not so secret secret organisations which have insinuated themselves into every country’s apparatus: chicken-feed by comparison.

A few plane and train crashes and you’re making it sound like it’s game over.

I monitor the data General.

That’s what you’re supposed to do at any rate.   Well?

It’s no longer flowing. It’s getting jammed. There’s some kind of interference. The AIs are freaking out.

Why? Are people having problems accessing websites or online banking?

No General. That was only ever one percent of one percent. Most the internet was all about data flows. These data streams generated a kind of coherent electro-magnetic dataspace, a mind-field.

What?

Which is interacting with the consciousness of people all around the world.

What are you saying?

That people are being programmed to think and act in certain ways – without suspecting a thing.

My God! Why the hell did you never tell me this?

You never asked... You never needed to know.

You mean to say that you deliberately kept me out of the loop – when I’m supposed to be controlling our armed response to global security threats.

Yes, sir. I’m afraid so, but it’s worse.

What?

You yourself were being targeted just as Congress, the Senate, White House staff – everyone – everywhere.

Jesus Christ.

Except for individuals or anomalous zones which appear to be impervious to the signals produced by the data flows.

Of which Baikal is the first, I suppose.

Yes.

So, who is controlling these signals North? Don’t you know?

Whoever it is, or whatever – I and my group are referring to it as Thim.

Ok, so be it. Presumably, this Thim would be using all its resources to remain unobserved and untrackable...

Yes, by regular computers – but we’ve given up on the standard procedure untargetted dragnet (spud).

You have?

Yes. Waste of time. We’re not looking for footprints such as hyper-compression or tell-tale data-scrub gaps – we simply find and match correlations.

What kind of correlations?

Literally anything – between for example, books, movies and real-life events.

And?

They’re occurring more often than is statistically possible.

So this is scripted – you’re saying?

Absolutely. That’s what the data says – or it was until two days ago.

Huh?

It appears that Thim has encountered an unknown unknown. Something or someone which it simply isn’t able to scan or integrate – in other words a non-digital, non-binary data flow.

Is such a thing possible?

That’s what we’re looking into right now… General – I can show you what we’ve found – but I’ll need to wipe your memory straight after.

Like hell you will North. I’ll have you court martialled the minute you so much as… [he can’t talk when North flicks switch]

Sorry general. Bringing you up to speed is a fairly brutal experience. The same happened with the President, Joint chiefs of staff and agency heads. We can’t afford to let Thim use you. But don’t worry about the memory wipe – your deeper convictions, your sense of what’s real and what’s not will remain aware of what you’ve learnt – even if you can’t recall the details. This will make all the difference between working for or against humanity.

1100

  

Jesus this water is cold.

What do you expect?

Er… why not 36.6 degrees, like the Orb in Primus Solaris.

You can have your 36.6 degrees if you swivel your field. It’s gotta come unhinged.

I thought that’s what happened when i teleported here from Moscow.

Teleported? You imagine you flew here as a kind of particle wave?

Well how else?

Didn’t you in fact wake up?

Well yes.

So, your base reality – which had been centred in Moscow, ceased to be your base – a deeper one with lower entropy, higher energy – closer to the quantum-Is became your new home.

So…? I’m not sure I can process this.

Yes you can. It’s like you were living in false-floor reality – which popped when something in you suddenly saw through the subterfuge. Your body and inner-mind then scouted around, sending out kind of feelers to find the real base – your prime earth.

Ok. So now I’m actually living in a different reality?

More than that – you’ve re-earthed – so your Earth is no longer Thim’s psychotropic version.

But that doesn’t mean I’ve arrived at my absolute base, does it?

No. We’re on a kind of journey home – and now, with Baikal pulsing with the signals of the Mother stream – you couldn’t be better positioned.

I can do this, can’t i?

You are doing it.

I mean – [thinking about diving into Baikal in a different way]

Why ask? How else are you going to write the Story – sitting comfortably on the edge.

[Turns, looks across the waters – bellows “BAIKAL” in a physicalisation of voice]

Hot and cold – the heat of sexual energy – making love to her – and the body freezing to death in the water – in a cold state – no breathing – dives naked into the water – but instead of hitting her surface as before – he is rushing over her – stretching out – getting bigger – she comes into focus beneath him – goddess/woman/ sveta – feeling him, wanting him – cold and fire – back and forth as the falling into the water – in the very centre – far from help, far from land, over the deepest spot – she pulls him to her – into her – but the water is no longer 3D, and he, what is he, without words

but not yet consummation – he kisses the farthest shore – [cut to our Tibetan monks and our Indian shamans – both sharing in the mystery/ ecstasy/ dimensional opening – vesical piscis – vagina… water, fire, earth, air] bottomless... om

Shot of him sitting naked on High Nose clifftop in absolute detachment – while his data/ energies are cold-fusion dragoning in the waters below revealing symphonic imagery – creation cycle – energies/ memories/ form emerging from the infinite – [side-screen: panicking controllers brief shot –  financial markets baikaled – people feeling visceral quantum lurch] ...om

you must write – my beloved. Write... It is not yet time 

Opens his eyes, shivers, lost for words, lost for words, lost for words

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Baikal.is /episode 4

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No way Sonya – I’m not interested in nature documentaries. You know the kind of films I watch.

Are you deaf man – it’s a not a documentary. It’s a kind of conspiratorial movie about this Baikal portal that everyone’s been talking about.

I don’t know anything about a Baikal portal.

Yes you do. There were all these strange clouds and things observed in the region: footage of UFOs and time anomalies.

You make it sound like the Bermuda triangle. I can’t understand why you fall for that sort of crap.

Well, I’m going to the movie so if you’re not interested I’ll offer your place to, let me see, one of those good looking guys who’ve been pestering me for a date for months now.

You sly witch. Ok, ok. I’ll come, if I must. Just as long as you don’t expect me to fall for all this x-files shit.

1000

We have a situation sir.

You do? What’s happened.

Look at these images of the magnetosphere.

Do I have to – you know I never can make head or tail of those things.

This one shows the gravitational field strength in the region and a number of other technical indicators.

Is this normal?

Let me put it this way – under normal circumstances we’d expect everyone to be dead with these levels of radiation and electromagnetic gyrations.

And?

Not a word of it. Either the Russians are keeping it all under wraps – or something’s going on we simply don’t understand.

Some experimental new weapon being tested?

It’s a possibility.

Is it just me or does it look as if this lake is bulging upwards?

Yes sir – we’re getting massive distortions in the visible light spectrum.

It could be hiding something.

Affirmative. At the moment, sir, we have questions but few, if any, answers.

Can we get someone in there?

We’re trying.

And?

There are problems with communications. Not a word from our man in a forty eight hours.

What about satellite data?

It’s become highly suspect. We simply don’t know if we can trust our instruments.

What on Earth could they be doing?

Whatever it is – it seems to be connected with our stock exchange.

What?! Now this is beginning to sound…

Look at these intense pulses here, here and here. And now if I overlay the Dow Jones Industrial Average, the S&P 500 and the US government bond charts –

It’s a perfect match.

Which begs the question, does it not, whether the Russians have found a way to control our financial markets via some kind of instruments housed in or near Lake Baikal –

Or is Baikal just the epicentre of what might be natural events – something in the line of the angry planet hypothesis.

Now who’s sounding conspiratorial?

Never underestimate the power of mother nature to remind us humans of our ridiculous insignificance – just when we imagine we’ve got things under control. Ok, lieutenant – I want answers. Get the people at the NSA and military intelligence to look for any signals or data activity corresponding with these EM pulses. Give it top priority and report back within 36 hours.

Yes sir.

1001

Boys and girls – your attention please – we’re coming to the site of the old 3D era – observe the arches here and opposite, across this beautiful canyon. Observe the water sphere suspended between them which maintains a regular temperature of 36.6 °C. It glows faintly at night and in the day it absorbs light which is why you’re advised not to look at it for more than a few seconds. If our scientists are correct, the entire 3D era is housed in this sphere – approximately 800 cubic metres of water believed to be anchored in 3D reality in what they refer to as Lake Baikal.

But surely their civilisation passed away a hundred years ago, Miss?

According to our measurement of time, yes, but at the quantum level – which is what holds the sphere locked in space the 3D reality is ongoing – pulsing backwards and forwards – oscillating between its inception and demise.

Can we measure these pulses Miss Sattergee?

Of course we can. Right now, for example we’re approaching full moon – as we call it.

Full moon?

Yes, because the night glow will be at its maximum – meaning it corresponds with the final moments of 3D civilisation – the last year or two on Earth when the whole world took notice of what was happening at Lake Baikal. Then, it’ll reach the minimum 73 days from now.

73 days – is there any reason for that?

Well, it’s been conjectured that 73 days here corresponds with the 11 year solar cycle in 3D reality – but I don’t wish to say that this has been proven definitively.

So what would happen to 3D reality if someone attacked the sphere, Miss Sattergee?

What a strange question Felix. You appear to be one of the descendents of that war-torn realm.

I’m uncomfortable with the thought, myself, but I feel we need to know more about the level of entanglement between our reality and their sub-etheric derivative.

Yes – well, as you probably know, Mr Riddle, some of our more outspoken critics of the 3D experiment have gone to not inconsiderable lengths to abort it using various means which I’d rather not discuss.

Naturally – the age of weapons was a blight upon our civilisation – but those individuals – did they…

Survive?

Yes.

No. The sphere is a privileged or protected quantum anomaly. It’s a bit like a soul. It’s one of the 16 such anomalies we find on Primus Solaris.

Or 17.

If you count the bottomless cave in Thebe. Well, that will do Mr Riddle.

My name’s Sim, not Riddle.

Yes, I know – it’s just an allusion to one of their dark fictional heroes who wished to find out more than he needed to concerning the dark arts.

Oh – and you have access to their datastream Miss Sattergee.

Those of us who live in the vicinity of the Orb – as we call it – grow sensitive to its thoughts and concerns – yes. Their writers of so-called "fiction" were highly tuned to the Field itself – the field that we see as a spectacular floating ball of water. Little did they realise – but they were able to reconfigure, to er… reprogram their reality by writing what appeared to be mere fiction – Mr Riddle was part of a novel which chicken or egg, reawakened individuals to the power of the Field itself – and their ability to transcend physical constraints of matter.

You mean magic?

That’s what they called it, yes.

And? Did they change?

Either they changed, or the Field shifted to enable them to start experiencing seemingly magical powers. Suddenly, thanks to a growing acceptance of quantum mechanics – individuals, not merely scientists, started investigating whether they too were part of a quantum field of consciousness – whether they too could zero one.

Huh?

To effectively cancel out the equal opposites. To call reality’s bluff – to chicken the egg, or egg the chicken.

Oh. That must have been a huge shift in their way of thinking.

It was. But it came not a moment too soon – as their civilization was careering into global war.

Oh God. How appalling.

Appalling, yet apparently necessary. It would appear that the quantum shift only hits the fan – as they would say – when things come to a head – when physically no other alternative exists.

Do or die.

Eat or pupate – is how I prefer to put it.

So, is there anything we can do to assist – if their time is of the eternal now?

Of course there is – each of us is there within that sphere, are we not?

I don’t know Miss Sattergee. It’s kind of hard to imagine that we’re part of such a blood-thirsty world as that.

Yes, but on the other hand – without this and the other anomalies – our reality would rapidly sink into an entropic sugar-high – which could then trigger an apoplectic stroke. 

You make it sound just like diabetes.

Oh – so you’ve studied 3D medical conditions.

Yes, of course.

Well, it appears that the various anomalies are like the skeleton of the body of our reality. Each of us had to participate at some level, to some extent in the 16 or 17 anomalies we know of. There may be more yet to come or already resolved – so we’re the other side of whatever they are going through – and they – as you can imagine – are we, are they not. So let’s join hands – let’s pray for the people of the 3D reality – the people of Earth – that they can make a beautiful transition from their "matter maketh man paradigm” – to the Baikal Isms~ water of life~ flow fundamental.

Amen. I feel inspired to offer up…

A prayer?

~My life for their safe awakening.

Sveta – no!

She’s gone. 

Where’d she go?

Oh my God – it just kind of reached out and absorbed her.

Children, children – let us give thanks for this great and terrible occurrence. Sveta has been accepted into the unthingable order of light. She is of the Orb. She is with Baikal.

Clapping, crying, joy and consternation.

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