rebeing me in january

cast your self into

stone?

no

steel?

no

what?

that will do

huh?

that will do – the watchers have left

the watchers?

the watchers

have gone?

have gone

but who?

who

or what?

what

are the watchers?

well you ask

well?

Well… the watchers watch to ensure no one – traverses the bounds

what bounds?

the bounds

well?

the bounds

come on

of infinity

oh – continue

the bounds of infinity

of infinity? but where

where?

where are they?

the bounds?

yes

where are the bounds?

yes, where are the bounds?

of infinity

yes, where are the bounds?

don’t you see?

no, evidently not

where would they be

I don’t know

think – where would they be

i

don’t know?

don’t

well?

know

you see?

i see

you know?

yes, i

know?

know – the watchers

yes?

the bounds are where the watchers watch

ah

they are where the watchers watch

the bounds?

yes, the bounds

of what?

of what we see, of what

yes?

we know

the bounds

of what we see and know

ah

and now they’ve gone

indeed

so now we can cross

unopposed, and what?

what?

what can we do across the bounds?

i hardly know

no?

no – but yes – i… er we

we?

we can do infinity

do?

infinity, of course

but how, but

breathe – we can breathe the bounds and feel them with our breath

oh

we can feel the meaning, the rub, the moment of the breath as it

ah me

as it traverses the bounds, feelingly

ah me

feelingly – like a violin bow

a bow

back and forthing o’er violin strings

huh?

breathing back and forth o’er the bounds

the bounds?

the strings which mark the edge of

of?

of what we know

of what?

of consciousness

oh

oh – the beauty of the breath – feeling what

what?

what cannot be known

cannot?

until it’s felt

felt?

until it’s born anew

uh?

born anew

born?

anew

breathe, let’s breathe infinity

feelingly

let’s sense the bow

feeling back and forth

across the strings

of what might be

what may

what ought

let’s stay in the infinite

beyond it

beyond what

beyond bounds

let’s be the breath

snakesawing

backforthing

feelingly

letting be

boundlessly

unlocking

revealing the one

the all

contained within

accessed through

me

All that just to say…

All that, indeed, to create a ring to ward off evil.

A ring?

A circle, a ring – call it what you will.

Evil?

Not in the usual meaning, perhaps.

Then what?

For how else are we to access infinity if there be no beginning, no end? How to gain traction? We have to start with something emerging from nothing – like you yourself start as something emerging from nothing.

I do?

Of course – how else?

I rather thought I emerged from my parents.

Precisely – from nothing.

But…

Yes?

How can you call my parents “nothing”?

Well, your father is plus one, your mother minus one, or if you have a problem with that, simply reverse the plus and minus signs. Suffice it to say that they add up to nought, mathematically.

And yet it’s hardly fair to say they are “nothing”.

Here, in reality – yes – but here in reality is precisely nowhere of any value whatsoever.

Oh – I wouldn’t go so far.

I know – but still you’re failing to grab the bull by the horns.

I am?

Yes – for failing to allow, accept or acknowledge infinity is failing to embrace what is – and imagining or hoping, vainly, that it’s sufficient to focus instead on things.

Well, things without a doubt are significant.

And yet they amount to nought without the amniotic fluid of infinity encasing them.

Oh.

For things, without infinity, cannot beget things, no more can people.

Oh. I wouldn’t be so categorical.

No – you would insist, along with every other adherent to the cult of things, that things can and do somehow emerge from a void without rhyme or reason, and that life itself is just a happy or lucky combination of things, not to mention the fact that the realm of things we find ourselves in is resting on no thing whatsoever, expanding into no thing whatsoever, and is bound, sooner or later, to return to no thing whatsoever, when it runs out of thingfulness. What a lot of things you have to take for granted. What a lot of things you have to stack upon one another in your pyramid scheme of things – hoping I won’t go back to check the first entrants, the first level which, of course, I have already done, to my infinite satisfaction.

And what exactly does your infinite satisfaction reveal or yield?

Not what.

Not what?

It reveals precisely no thing – that is – it reveals or yields what is – the open system, the open field, unstopped, unstoppable

Er…

– which is infinity

I thought as much – which is not saying much, is it?

Um

Which is, in fact, saying precisely nought – if I am not mistaken.

As you evidently are – for how can nought be described as “precisely nought”?

Oh, stop splitting hairs.

Precisely, in terms of your scheme of things – or nought in terms of the vacuum, the void which you see all around until/ unless you learn how to engage the open system, the field of is – at which point that nought flips through itself – revealing infinity zipped within an infinitesimal decimal point.

So that’s where it was hiding all along.

Precisely.

And you think you can access the decimal point?

Access it?

Turn it around.

Around?

Or inside out?

Ah – now you’re talking. Of course I can – as you can too – if you be alive and human.

And if I’m not.

You won’t be able to resonate. You’d be like a cracked glass. You won’t hold frequency.

Oh.

But if you can, are and do – then welcome – infinity is, like Narnia, present, and merely awaits you to breathe life back into the kindling that is smouldering within.

Which sounds somewhat dangerous. Fire can burn. Fire can consume.

As indeed can infinity – but without it you face a danger no less perilous.

I do?

But of course.

Er…?

The danger of thinking and thinging yourself into oblivion and meaninglessness – which is precisely what you are doing right now, along with most of us humankind.

Oh.

So you get to choose. If you can handle 3D reality, and are content to push pieces around on a chess board – then continue as before. Your humanity is engaged and nothing I say or do can help you.

And if I can’t?

If you can’t handle 3D then you’ll have realised by now that nothing you say, think or do can, is or will make a difference.

Is make a difference?

It’s a test of your infinity – unless you can handle perceived mistakes how on earth are you going to escape the gravitational pull of 3D finity and engage infinity drive.

Oh.

Only when the breath is engaged. Only once and when you realise that you are dead until/ unless you do so.

Oh.

That things have reached a head – long since – and that syntax is the least of our concerns.

Oh.

For we are infinitely more than what we seem – or else we are precisely nought – as you so rightly said.

Oh.

So breathe this text, these words, the spaces between – breathe them or be damned.

Damned? Isn’t that a bit extreme.

Irrelevant. Rome is burning. Breathe yourself back into the mother ship of consciousness – or indeed be damned for all eternity.

Oh. Hell.

Bright indeed.

So they did - so they breathed until they felt the edge, felt the strings, felt the tug and pull, the other side of whatever is transmitted through that silent, electric intermediary – and the rest as they say – is history

history

history

apparently three yet almost certainly

one

I never had the chance to say i love you and deliberate, if you will, on the meaning of love in a world where things cannot ever, cannot possibly complete – unless/ until i breathe you back into thinglessness – which of course, dotted i is willing to do, even if I am not. 

Finis