falling in love

Falling in love – bet you never thought I’d write something like that

Like this – don’t you mean?

Like this, like that, what difference does it make?

Er – I...

Falling in love – have you considered what it means

Come on Merry – it’s not exactly a mystery you know

Not a mystery? It damn well should be.

Sorry to be pernickety, but could you try to refrain from expletives?

You mean damn – as in “damnation”?

Yes, if you don’t mind?

But what if I’m using the word technically?

Technically?

In the sense that we’re all freakin doomed, damned and in contempt of the court of consciousness unless-until we confront the mystery that is love, or falling therein.

Oh – well I suppose if you’re speaking legalistically...

Too bloody right I am.

Really Merry – I must object. You know I can’t abide vulgarity. Kindly avoid such expletives or...

What?

I’ll have to cut you off.

That a boy, Zie. You show ‘em.

Oh dear – I don’t know what’s come over you Merry – you’ve always hitherto been so circumspect. I never knew you had it in you to use such language.

Me neither – but today we’re confronting the mystery of love – so a little licence is called for.

I would have thought that love, if anything, should be elevating – lifting you into the highest realms of linguistic expression but sadly I observe the opposite.

Well Shakespeare covered both ends of the spectrum – did he not? Even Romeo and Juliet is littered with lewdities.

Lewdities? Yes, I suppose it is, but one doesn’t find them so offensive.

Because they’re in old English... hypocrisy if ever there was.

Ok – you got me – but still – it seems so out of character.

I am out of character – you’re dead right – and love is the perfect catalyst, the perfect excuse.

You don’t mean to say you’ve actually fallen in love?

Oh – all the time – but what’s that got to do with me entering the spirit of love.

A dishevelled appearance, pale, wan looks, shunning one’s habitual friends... but foul mouthed obscenities – I think not. That’s not the kind of love I or my readers are interested in.

Ah – but I think you’re wrong.

Evidently.

And that you’ve not yet considered the mystery of love.

As you keep suggesting – but without providing any details.

The falling into – what could it mean?

Really Merry – if you haven’t yet figured it out then I could suggest half a dozen books that will fill in the missing gaps.

Do people still practise sex in this reality?

OMG – I... Merry are you sure you’re ok?

Do people still practise sexual intercourse in this particular reality?

I... I don’t know... yes – I suppose they do, don’t they – otherwise there’d be no more offspring.

Ah – so that’s it. You have to have sex in order to have children. Is that what they teach in school?

Er – yes, of course – those are the so called “facts of life”. No one’s ever denied the biological need to have sex in order to reproduce.

Except that 0.5% of women in the US claim to have had a virgin pregnancy without any sexual intercourse.

Well they would, wouldn’t they. Very convenient, I’m sure. It’s a kind of Virgin Mary complex. Or else they just got confused.

Easy isn’t it to dismiss what other people say. Very easy to look down from your rational heights and assume they’re either delusional, deceitful or dead wrong.

Very nice Merry – three ds to boot, but seriously, no one in their right mind’s claiming that women can get pregnant without having sex. That would be absurd.

Naturally.

So we can move on?

Naturally. Watch this.

No. No – I don’t want to see... oh God. Fuck. Merry – would you please cut it out.

Did you just say the F word?

I... I’m sorry. I did – but every time you start walking up the wall like that it makes me feel like my skin’s crawling. It freaks me out horribly.

Ever wondered why?

Because it’s unnatural.

Is it now? You mean that perhaps it’s satanic, reptilian or insectic?

I mean it isn’t natural – we’re not supposed to walk up walls – there’s such a thing as gravity you know. I’d ask you to kindly observe and adhere to the laws of nature – if it’s not too difficult.

To avoid freaking you out? I rather like hearing you...

Oh shit – no. Stop. Cut it out Merry. Fuck. I... [retching noises]

What a mess! Do you have to evacuate yourself like that? I don’t know what’s worse – the vomit or the filthy language.

Merry – please go. I can’t tolerate this kind of behaviour.

Behaviour? I happened to be inspecting the light fittings on the ceiling. Would you rather pay an arm and a leg for an electrician to do the same job?

There’s nothing wrong with the light fittings – you know that.

Listen Zie – if it’s not too much trouble – could you stop dodging the issue and face the filth that’s lurking just under the surface. Why is it always me that’s wrong – just because I’ve figured out that gravity’s not the be all and end all – just because I rewrote the maths. I’ve done my best to share my findings with you – but what have you done to advance your state of learning? You insist that if it ain’t being taught in universities it doesn’t or shouldn’t exist – and swear to abide by the holy dogmas of 3D reality – regarding sex, gravity and things in general.

Well, I happen to think that these are the basic facts which stand us in good stead. Imagine if a girl could get pregnant just by thinking about it? What would happen then? What kind of world would we be in?

Imagine if a man and a woman could fall in love so deeply, so passionately, so wonderfully that they never stopped falling – that the gates of in-finity opened up within until they tumble into each other and somehow merge. The next morning they wake up in their normal bodies but something is different. They just revisited the moment of creation. They’ve just becoming fully qualified, fully endowed signatories to the universal creation that is our world. In doing so, in revisiting, reaffirming, reendowing God’s first creation with their bottomless love – the universe is reborn through them. As a bonus gift, a by-product of their bottomless love – a child is conceived and born – a child that bears no malice whatsoever – a child that is one with all and everything – without exception.

Oh my God – where do you get it from? What have you been reading now Merry?

Reading – can’t you do the maths?

What maths?

0=1

Oh that...

Things don’t add up unless we factor in-finity into the equation – and doing so, we run into the big C.

You mean Creation?

Yes, and the fact that Creation happens outside time – that Creation is an ongoing state – which we’re obviously a part of – but which we seldom aspire to join, to embody, to personify...

Probably because it isn’t possible.

Until you realise that it is the only thing holding everything together – it’s the field – the glue...

No Merry – that’s called gravity, and people, believe it or not, fall in love and have, er, sex – it’s really not so difficult to comprehend.

But doing so they usually fail to hit the supreme totality – the all – the One that is Creation – and their children are often born with pain and karma due to the misalignment.

Oh God Merry – babies are babies. They’re influenced by their environment – epigeneitics, and also their ancestry – genetics. Why do you always need to paint a fog of mysticism over something perfectly rational?

Because the world is more than you make it out to be – because we are more than biological machines, because life is bigger, more splendid, astonishing and far reaching than anything your universities are willing to consider – and...

Perhaps you have reproductive issues Merry? Sorry to be blunt – but there are clinics that can assist.

What if we tried a different approach? I’m going to assume you’re a woman.

No – no you’re not. I’m a man, through and through. I’ll have no false assumptions if you don’t mind.

I’m now going to demonstrate what falling in love – head over heels involves.

No you’re not. I do not consent. You’re not going to interfere with me – there are laws against that kind of thing. I’ll...

I won’t touch you – I’m just going to let you feel what it’s like.

No...

I hear you. I won’t do anything unpermitted by natural law. Your higher self is perfectly at liberty to decline this offer – but should it be willing to come along for the ride... we’ll see.

Ride?! You can’t equate falling in love to some kind aeronautics display. Oh God. Why is it always me? You can take your so called love, Merry, and...

What? You don’t approve of love?

Love between a man and a woman.

Ok – but love is love – is it not – and at the soul level you’re neither woman nor man.

Theoretically – but...

But you still feel a little awkward – do you not – and this awkwardness is preventing you from really experiencing love, because every time your social and cultural conditioning tells you you have to jump on the woman and penetrate her to express your undying affection – you miss the polar vortex which she is emanating, which she’s in the process of revealing to you.

Polar vortex? More insanity – will it never end?

So allow me to induce your very own polar vortex.

No. No.

Only if you – your soul consents.

I am my bloody soul – not someone else in la la land.

Then you need not shout or swear – I’ll be able to achieve nothing without your consent.

I... you might start manipulating things – like I’m under hypnosis to make me feel like I’m a woman.

Will not.

You might.

I won’t. I am powerless unless I work harmoniously with the all that is – the beauty of nature herself – the divine force of life, of love, of laughter and joy that we usually refer to as God, for want of a better name.

Er – let’s just call it a day Merry. I have some pretty urgent stuff...

Ok – but before doing so, let me ask You – and that’s with a capital Y as I’m talking to the highest aspect of you there is – whether love is indeed the sole, the prime motive force throughout the universe and beyond – and if that be so, whether it is possible for us to open our heart and minds for a moment, a brief moment, without prejudice, or fear, to this force – to fall into it together in the spirit of pure friendship and science – in order to get a glimpse of what lies therein, in order to see beyond the matrix of separation present throughout 3D.

I...

A change comes over Zie. He seems to be lost in thought. His field lines shift. It’s getting increasingly difficult to look at him without falling sideways. From a 3D perspective Zie is now floating approximately three feet in the air but blink and you might miss him as other dimensions are now coming into phase as 3D’s hegemony weakens – like hearing other radio stations emerging from the ether and competing with the one you were listening to when you turn the dial.

I consent.

Good. Let’s go 1 – 2 – 3

Nothing happens more intensely than any thing you can possibly imagine. No thing spins, vibrates faster and faster until every thing else – the whole of 3D reality – the room, the universe, reality itself is now pulsing differently – so that Zie is merged with his higher self – and discovers Merry waiting for him there with a glass of water and a tennis ball.

Hi Merry – what’s with the props?

Oh – you know – just thought you’d want something tangible for the 3D self to focus on when you step down your frequency.

Oh – good idea.

Have a glass of water – that at least will persuade your sceptical nature that this is real – particularly if you...

Oops, I spilt a bit.

Excellent. Much easier to believe a damp patch on your shirt than a foggy recollection.

And the ball?

Let’s play catch.

Er... I thought this was all about experiencing transcendental love.

And it is – but let’s not hold hands or gaze into each other’s eyes – that might scare your 3D self.

Oh, good point. Toss me the ball.

Here you are. Now let’s use the ball as a neutral means of focussing our attention on the oneness we become as we toss it back and forth.

Doing so, in this higher field of consciousness the two soon experience the game ever more deeply – until they’re throwing the ball with their eyes shut – feeling how they are neither here nor there – how the entire universe is party to their game – is party to the moving back and forth of the ball – how the catching and throwing is a safe and sweet way to experience something that is deep, deeper, deeper than words can tell – as the two fall into the bottomless state of being in love beyond 3D – as the polar vortex, the toroidal field that merges all into one melts through every last vestige of separateness...

It’s actually a wonderful feeling Merry – I was terrified it would be kind of – er

Homoerotic?

Er – yes. I...

You don’t need to say. These fears are entirely understandable, perhaps inevitable in 3D reality.

But...

Like I said – it’s a mystery. You can give me a hug now to make sure.

Oh – well – why not.

There – you see – you’re still as you were before. You’ve not been infected with anything new.

But don’t get me wrong – Merry. I’ve nothing against er homosexuality...

I know – this isn’t about sexuality is it?

No – I suppose not.

It’s about a deeper state of sexuality.

A sexless state of sexuality?

Or a more than sexuality – which allows north and south poles to complete the circuit themselves – without any help from us.

And they can?

Of course they can – that’s how they were designed to operate.

Then why have we been so busy trying to assist nature complete the equation?

Perhaps because we didn’t believe that she could do it herself – or we were too hasty.

But surely...

Yes – surely. It beggars belief – does it not – that we could forget our true nature – our fuller, 0=1uality – in which we experience both zero and one to the n^th degree, to the extent that we are no longer in existence independently – we merge outside time and space. That puts a gigantic spanner in the works. The entire universe misses a heartbeat – short circuit is another way of describing it – but the next thing you know – you’re back – creation thrives on love. It’s ready to do almost anything to get another moment, another experience of that love – to go to hell and back if need be, as it almost invariably in fact does.

There’s just one thing – Merry.

Yes Zie?

I’m...

Tee hee hee!

I’m not er... going to be pregnant am I?

Ha ha ha! Of course not.

Phew – that would be difficult explaining to my mates at work.

Unless...