G-nome portal likes to keep things low-key as you’ve
already surmised.
The fact that we have thousands of members behind the
scenes working tirelessly to bring about nothing you’ve ever yet experienced,
still less imagined possible, is no big deal. We do it because we love it and
ask for nothing in return, barring plenty of social recognition, a six or seven
figure pay packet and membership at all the best intergalactic wineries and
dineries.
Intergalactic – Merry – why limit yourself to this
particular universe.
Ok Zee, but it’s just an abbreviation, really. I’m only
human you know...
Er... is that strictly true?
No, but you know what I mean. Inter-galactic,
inter-dimensional, inter-gnomic – they’re all much of a much. Once you’ve
established the fact that things are not what they seem – that you can skim
between frames, that you’re no longer fixed in one version of reality, one hard
drive, one body or mind for that matter, then it makes little difference whether
you’re dining here on Terra, in Andromeda or the Black Eye Galaxy. They’re all much alike – mere extrapolations of
what is what.
Come on Merry – that can’t be true?
Of course it can! Anything can, by definition, be true,
no matter how implausible. Why you might feel it to be untrue is, of course, in
itself rather interesting. Let me assume you haven’t spent the last 6 or 7
hundred years on the road, so to speak, flitting back and forth across
hyper-space.
Well no, I haven’t, but you yourself told me...
Much as I hate to interrupt you Zee, you have to remember
that things mentioned in private have little bearing on a public discussion
such as this one. Those were confidences.
And you’re not going to treat our readers with
confidence?
Well, I have no idea who they are, or what their
intentions might be. For all I know they may be planning to break out of this
dim and gloomy lock-down on Earth, and devote themselves to a lifetime of
inter-g or d backpacking or hitchhiking. I hardly wish to encourage such
reckless hedonism. I know that the Anglo-Saxon work ethic, and the widely
accepted major religions’ I-am-unworthy-and-sinful ethic have been carefully
implanted and cultured on this gloom and doom planet. Who am I to spannerise
such a potent and bountiful brewery of emoticants.
A what did you call it?
Oh nothing... when will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
A brewery of emoticants? Whose side are you on Merry? I
hope you’re not working for them.
Not on a full time basis. A little occasional
moonlighting between assignments. You know they pay amazingly.
But they’re the ones enslaving and farming humanity on
this planet. How could you have anything to do with them?
Oh, try not to turn it into a “them and us” debate Zee – like
you and humanity are all innocent in this affair. Free choice is universally
enforced on Earth – so people can only be enslaved if they choose to experience
this paradoxical state of existence.
What’s “paradoxical” about it?
Nothing, apart from the fact that no human is in fact a
slave unless he/ she chooses to play out this drama.
Well, to be honest with you Merry, I’m highly
disappointed that you’d have any truck with them whatsoever.
Have truck with them – what a quaint turn of phrase.
Forgive me, dearest Zee. You have to realise that I’m at times a little over-exuberant
in my mode of expression. I, and the gnomiki, am bound to assist and work with
any human who is ready to awaken from that strange lethargy you find yourself
in. At times I even go a little further and assist individuals who are still
deeply somnolent – but that’s by prior arrangement. As for the inter g and d
travel...
Inter-galactic and dimensional
Obviously it’s hugely exciting until you grow accustomed
to it, and then it’s just like anything else. Sooner or later you begin to
realise that you’ve not in fact been travelling anywhere. Reality is rather
like a screen that images move across – and you feel a little foolish even –
having imagined that you were doing something wondrous jumping galaxies or
dimensions.
Of course it’s wondrous.
No more wondrous that a frog jumping lily pads, or a cow
going into another field.
Hum – so jaded already and worldly weary Merry? I think
you need a break. Maybe time for a trip to Epsilon 15. I hear the beaches there
are to die for.
Indeed they are, but there’s no place like home. And
home, they say, is where the heart is, so let’s take the vacation of a lifetime
– back to heart.
You’re kidding, aren’t you? We can’t go on vacation in
our heart – can we?
Can’t or won’t? It’s up to you – but don’t you think it’s
time? Don’t you think that endlessly shifting vertically or horizontally –
scrolling down or across on a reality screen is somewhat passé? Wouldn’t you
like to get REAL for once?
Er... of course, if it’s possible, but... well... we
can’t just jump into ourselves can we, surely?
Not in that frame of mind Zee. Talk about limp and
lacklustre. Where’s your spirit of adventure. Where’s your sense of the
infinite, the great I CAN, the whyever not?
– let’s give it a go – approach. What got you?
Nothing... it’s just... I don’t know how. I don’t really
know what you mean.
How? Mean? Who cares how? Who cares what I mean? Set your
destination for the great grand pulsar at the heart of all – let’s call it IO.
What? Is that its actual name?
What does it matter Zee. We’re creating the story of Is
as masters of Be and Do. I assure you that physical and material reality are on
side. They can, will and do respond to our not-whatting.
Our what?
No Zee – not “what”. They never respond to what people
want – because that’s a thing, an object, a product and derivative. No, the
universe responds to not-what, so let’s get not-whatting. We simply need to
come back to our raw, unlimited, hugely powerful I-magination, our vast,
fathomless In-spiration, the ultimate source of all magiks and creation at the
heart of IO.
Sounds Im-pressive Merry – except you’ve forgotten one
small thing.
Only one – usually it’s half a dozen or more.
Well, there’s one thing in particular. How can we harness
the power of IO at the heart of All – in order to go there?
No idea. Don’t it feel great not knowing how you’re going
to do something until the moment you do it? Isn’t that ultimate freedom,
liberation? As long as we’re committed – and I mean CO-MITTED, then no-thing
can stop us. Things, after all, are products of this realm of physicality – no
more real in themselves than numbers on a screen.
Tell that to the man who’s just been hit by a truck.
Ok. Will do. Now do you feel like you’re ready – or am I
going alone?
But what about the readers? What about g-nome portal?
What about it Zee? Do you honestly think they’re going
anywhere? The whole of reality folds into itself. These outer layers of
physicality-materiality are mere derivatives.
You mean they’re not real.
No. Everything’s real in its own way, but heading to the
heart of IO you’re heading upstream from 3D the matrix. It means that whatever
matters down here – whatever needs attending to – whatever seems important can
be better addressed by flying back to source – back to where I and O are
undivided sensefulness and isfulness.
Oh kay – whatever that means.
Give me a plot Zee. I need a plot.
What do you mean?
Now is not the time for extraneous questions. Give me a
plot or we’re lost forever...
I... I... I...
Zee shifts into what you might call feverish
hyperawareness, though in fact, he’s absolutely calm, centred and grounded.
Something clicks. Something just happens. As if from nowhere Zee gets image
after image and sends them on to Merry.
Viewed from the operations hub at g-nome portal you’re
seeing something extraordinary unfolding. Instead of interpreting signals as we
normally do, a split beat behind the pulse of now, facing backwards or
downstream, Zee is shifted into hyper-awareness – all around – 360 degrees, if
you like – and thus entuned to the creation signal of Is – the uptick that
triggers All and every subsequent response.
Zee and Merry are off the ground – there’s no way you can
ride the pulse of Is – embracing IO’s infinity field – and remain in the usual
relationship to what we call gravity. After all, gravity is part of the
centrifugal-centripetal push-me-pull-you force that keeps the toroidal field of
Is together as it iterates and reiterates itself.
Oh – and there’s a sun around them.
What do you mean – a sun?
Exactly what I said Blue. There’s a sun around them. That’s
how it looks from the side, when viewed askance.
Askance? You mean “with suspicion”?
No Blue, we have to go back to original meanings. To view
askance is how things are viewed in 3d reality – as if, as opposed to as they
truly are.
So what happens to the sun around them when they’re viewed
as are, as opposed to askance?
Good question mate. What happens to anything when viewed as
it truly is? It ceases to be the object or thing you were fixating, holding
with your 3D mind [I-mind/ what matters] and becomes a hyperlink.
No!
Yes, I assure you it’s so. There is “no-thing” to see as
such – there’s just a hyperlink which is, in fact, a kind of portal, connecting
you with whatever it is you’re viewing. Seeing, you see, is not a neutral act.
Seeing something is only really possible if you join in its creation – thus –
looking at Merry and Zee as we now are – unconditionally – without prejudice –
without an agenda – without seeking to en-thing what-ever it is – we no longer
see a sun as such – but feel ourselves drawn, pulled by the anti-gravity of
creation into the ever lighter heart of IO.
My God Brown, what’s happening to me? It hurts. It’s pulling
me so.
Let go Blue. Don’t fight it. Allow yourSelf to emerge from
the dark confines of dim-dull limited awareness. Allow yourSelf to follow the
hyperlink Merry and Zee have created for all humanity – back to IO.
But, what will happen to all this – everything I’m
responsible for here. I have so much to do. I can’t just let go. I’ve worked so
hard to put it right, to get things together, to order them properly...
You’ve done a great job Blue, exactly what was needed – but
it’s time for a break – trust me – materiality won’t go anywhere. It never was,
in fact, anything or anywhere what-so-ever.
You mean it was a figment of my imagination?
I mean no-thing. I mean not-what. I mean you are I Am –
feel your wings – feel your wings – feel the power – the magiks are ready –
feel them drawing you back to the golden heart of All. You yourSelf planned
this – aeons ago – and now – if I’m not mistaken – you’re about to remember it.
Oh my God... Oh my God. I did. I... what am I waiting for...
let’s go. IO, beautiful IO, now I know.
I thought you might like to share it with the rest – while you’re
still vaguely physical.
Good idea Brown. Hang on – why am I calling you Brown –
you’re Talia.
That’s nice, Tamur, you remembered, but go ahead, share
what you can with the g-nome portal community.
Ok – but don’t you see, Talia, they already know – all of
them are tracing our whereabouts – all of them can feel who and where and what
we are about – if only they choose to follow the link – to let go.
It’s what we call the Neverending Story moment, when like
Bastian we have to make the choice to enter the story we’ve been reading and
save the world.
It’s
beyond belief Merry. I always assumed that things were more or less predictable
and made sense – that you read the page from left to right and down – that it’s
the words that count, the notes in music, the brushstrokes in art...
And?
And now –
as soon as I’m tuning into IO – I AM
You
certainly are. But that’s not going to help our plot – so let me convert your
hyper-mind-stream into words, as a kind of bridge for the online community back
at g-nome portal.
Yes, do,
if you would.
Instead of
following the flow, of reading one way, you’re now massively aware that it’s
always gone both ways, that the spaces between words and notes and brushstrokes
have contained as much or, in fact, infinitely more information than whatever
you were focussing on.
Yes
That you were
living by the law of the minimum – the lowest common denominator as opposed to
the All, the Isness , the O.
Yes
And now
you see, as we all do, that in fact there have been two lifestreams – two
datastreams all along...
Yes
You have
been running parallel processes – like a quantum computer – and there is no
limit to the number or quantity of parallel processes you have been running.
Yes
In fact,
you have been running so many processes you have been the sun at the centre of
All, the Source of All that is, the very source of all matter, of whoever and
whatever has been coming into your life and the world around you at any given
moment in time.
Yes
And it’s
been a kind of limitless feedback loop – in which the law of the minimum has
constantly rubbed against the Isness of be – the finite and the infinite have
been in constant contact at the very edge of your awareness, and you’ve been in
a state of flux, constantly oscillating between game master responsible for
holding the two in balance, and cameo player in the story of your 3d reality
creation.
Yes
Now,
you’re able to shift, effortlessly, upstream or down. You’re no longer bound by
the logic of moment that kept you locked in the position of whatever mattered,
or seemed to matter, at any given moment.
Yes
You’re
able to bring it all together. To broaden your perspective beyond anything
conceivable a moment ago. You’re able to feel the harmony, the breathtaking
perfection that, paradoxically, has never been absent, no matter how dark or
drear the story seemed.
Yes
You simply
bring the loose threads together – whenever, wherever you’re inspired to do so.
Yes
And the
threads are in multiple dimensions, multiple space-time and time-space
locations – it matters not – for you are
Streaming
conscious-awareness
Yes
And doing
so with each and every one of our g-nome community.
Absolutely.
So one two
three
We release
Story back into the wild – back into our lives – we accept unconditionally the
simple truth – that time is no longer what it was – that 0=1 – the magiks are
all around us – in the space between words, between breaths, between one
thought and another – and the quantum leap connecting me with IO and all that
Is is no-thing more...
Nice one
Merry... no-thing more, now where was I? Ah yes, 0101010101010101010101010101
But what’s happened to the signal? I’m just getting 0101
recurring.
Me too...
I think it’s coz we have to do it ourselves – we have to
either make the leap and head for IO, or stay out in the cold of non-sense, so
to speak.
You’ll not catch me heading into hyper-what-have-you. I
don’t mind reading about it, but I’m darned if I’m going to leap into the
unknown like that.
Yes, Purple – I know how you feel. But it’s gonna be kind
of boring just looking at 1s and 0s, isn’t it?
I’d rather be bored than endanger my life or sanity. It
looks a bit too much like taking psychedelics doing what Merry and Zee are
doing.
Then why are we here? Just to read about their existence?
How’s that going to help us?
Well, we’re getting information to make an informed choice.
While Rome’s burning, and the magical land of Fantastica is
being consumed by the Nothing.
Oh, so you’ve read the Neverending Story too, have you?
Actually we all have Green. It looks like that was one of
the things that brought us to g-nome portal in the first place.
But that was just a book Purple. No one’s seriously
suggesting we can jump into story. That’s absurd.
Well, it looks like the Nothing has come to our planet, so
we’re in story whether we like it or not. The only thing getting in our way is
that we take it too seriously, believing objective reality is somehow out
there, independent of us, refusing to accept the biologic flow, the
conscious-awareness stream Merry was referring to.
Well, if you’re such an expert Buff, then why don’t you
join them. We certainly don’t need to be lectured by one of our own.
Buff’s about to remonstrate, but something catches his
eye – a shimmering light, a sense of time and space, of space and time, a
swirling, spiralling, allness, oneness, isness... and feelings, memories,
dreams of never-ending story – of IO, of IO, of IO grow stronger and stronger –
for Buff’s heart is ready and...
Oh wow! Thank you dearest Green for the suggestion. IO, IO,
IO nothing stands between me and 01010101010101010...
Oh my God green – it looks like we’ve lost him. Is this
thing contagious, do you think?
This no-thing! Yes, I think it is – but you know what
Purple – I’m not sure I was right. I’m not sure I want to stay out here any
more in the dot dot dot weary way of what not. I’m feeling the urge, the call,
I’m feeling in-spired, I Am
And Green’s screen presence is now replaced by a
recurring series of 0s and 1s.
I’m not sure I fancy being out here all alone... no one to
talk to... nothing to do... been there, done it all. This world’s fun, up to a
point, but something tells me there’s more beyond that point – that Buff and
Green, Merry and Zee, Talia and Tamur were on to something...
And suddenly, though not wholly unpredictably, anyone
looking at Purple’s screen presence sees the IO signature...
0101010101010101010101010101010101
and might, just might hear the sound of champagne bottles
popping their corks as the birds come home to roost. Cuckurikoo
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