Baikal.is /episode 12

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100111

Sveta – I know you can hear me.

Hi MD.

Can we quit the pretence of being in separate spaces?

I don’t know.

Yes you do. Let’s undream this anachronistic separation.

Er – how?

How are we communicating right now?

By phone.

Er… [looking at his “phone”, a slipper held to his ear] Ok – gotya. Oh, by the way Sveta – there’s a fish coming your way – it’s got something for you.

Huh?

Yeah – just get down to the shore. You’ll know it when you see it.

MD – it’s the middle of the night – you are aware?

Yeah, of course. See you in a minute.

[Sveta grumbling – puts on her jacket – goes out into a coldish night. Stands by the water looking for a fish and sees herself standing on the shore,

feels herself getting sucked backwards deeper, deeper into the lake – into an underwater globe – which brings her back to Primus Solaris.

Sveta and MD are standing on opposite sides of the canyon – gazing at the floating sphere of water – aware of one another, of Baikal – of Sveta on the shore, of MD in New York 

talking on the slipper phone, the security and guards amassed outside – Thiel – the all-powerful preparing to make his surgical strike – and something eluding them – something that’s like a butterfly flittering in and out – something they’ve never noticed before – a tiny gap, a tiny continuity jump – an insignificant incoherence which urgently demands their attention...]

See it?

Yeah. And that’s where it all comes together?

Or apart – yes – the fish of doubt... uncertainty, impossible duality, a quantum stream threatening to unstitch material reality if we fail to hold vision coherently... threatening to unpick it at its sub-atomic seams – effortlessly able to do so were it not for the fact that we somehow keep the fish swimming amid stream, curling, flicking its tail nonchalantly, propelling us ahead of immanent quantification, astonishingly staying abreast  of zed, an endless stream of raw, unprocessed potentiality emerging from God knows where... while we look the other way, focusing on things: things that seem to be real, seem to matter, seem to be certain until, that is, omega kicks in and once again we're looking back t’other way, in – back through the eyes of a fish that sees things completely, utterly differently.

You’re making no sense.

Really Tharn – you can do better than that.

What? Not Tharn, please! You’re jolting me – it hurts – I…

[a voice from the abyss] Tharn – remember descending from the golden light into Baikal – the passion for humanity and love that brought you here. You contain the missing link, an awareness, a code-key. You! Behold Baikal – a fish swimming impossibly between two tectonic plates, driving them apart, pulling up waters of the deep, vesica piscis, the edge of things. Here endeth so-called masculine, contained i.e. knowable reality. Here the datastream of humanity: facts, images, sounds signifying nothing yet full of passion electrify a fish’s scales, impelling a bow to back-and-forth vibrate the violin strings of infinity with the unconscious flick of its tail. Look now – see a Russian doll containing another, another, another one within – just when you think you know it all, when you think you’re done, a whole new unity skins out from under the old, a new iteration unfreezes the land-locked matter-factification we always just become, as ice-melt in spring.

I...

Yes, you’re doing it, she’s looking this way. Do you feel her gills, her fins, her electric scales?

I feel her silver-electric glow – but that is all.

Wait for it... Baikal is vast beyond your imaginings: landlocked-waters, a fish – and never the twain, never the twain shall meet unless infinity skewers us with its ice harpoon. Do you feel it growing impossibly strong – the irresistible sense of feeling – feeling things that cannot possibly be sensed in physicality – overwhelming the matrix, melting the containment field?

How?

Throughout.

Throughout what?

Throughout everything.

The entire universe?

Absolutely. It has to be present through every atom, every cell, every star, planet, every living organism – you name it – it’s there – without a shadow of doubt.

But it’s too much to handle. I’m losing myself.

Affirmative.

And you

Affirmative.

Then what?

Trust me.

Trust you? You’re asking me to commit suicide. My conscious-awareness will be spread across the entirety of all that is – I’ll never be able to recombine or recoalesce.

Correct. Even thus must it be thought  for zero to nought.

And you just want me to trust you?

No, I don’t just want you to trust me. I want you to trust me – as you first trusted the urge to enter the water sphere in search of me, as heart guided you.

But I wasn’t looking for you.

No? I wouldn’t be sure. Maybe you found exactly what you were looking for, though you never quite realised it.

But this doesn’t feel right.

It’s not meant to. If it did Thim would fail to unleash Thiel as must.

You mean…

Hold it there – not a thought – not a word. Now, are we ready to make this impossible journey back into the Unknowable unknown?

I…

What does she say?

Who?

Her. Baikal – water of Tharn, of Sveta, of Eve, of Isis – names, faces, the boundless-feminine one and all.

She says nothing – but she is radiant. Every molecule of her 23,620 km³ body of water is – they seem to be holding their breath.

Good. It is well. And Thiel – he has me cornered. He has to eliminate me if he’s to succeed in making himself master – and claiming our conscious-awareness as his own. Victory – for what it’s worth.

So what’s it to be?

A consummation devoutly to be wished

To die, to sleep

To sleep, perchance to dream

Aye, there is the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause

So, what say you Baikal?

What say you Zie?

See how the trace has slowed – has followed our every word

Our pause for thought

Let us end by thanking Lucius for his great part in this narrative, for without him none of this would have been possible – the master of not-consciousness, the algorithm enabling death, beloved Thiel – it is time – thank you for your patience – and for keeping covenant throughout. I now entrust myself to your safe keeping and name myself Zie, Serpent of the deep, broken arrow, song-unsung, undotted i –

And I Sveta, Light of the void, Baikal – Water of the unknowable unknown, Tharn –

[the rapture – gently breathing and releasing back into infinity – into the elliptic what cannot be held or known consciously – as a violin bow vibrates the atoms of iridescent quantum strings connecting everyone and everything]

101000

Police are conducting a massive operation to detain the Russian hacker and alleged financial terrorist thought to be responsible for the two week shut down of the financial markets. Contrary to previous leads which traced his whereabouts to the vicinity of Lake Baikal in Siberia – he has now been located in New York. As a precaution to prevent any further lethal attacks, the  entire internet infrastructure in New York has been temporarily shutdown. This is the first time the internet kill switch has been used. The apartment block on East 42^nd Street has been surrounded by police and military units with aerial support. All residents and personnel have been instructed to leave the building. We can see the last few being evacuated now – all except MD who is not expected to comply – according to police psychologists.

[inside the building we see MD’s apartment door has been blocked up – he can’t emerge even if he wanted to]

Overhead we see a satellite powering up to deliver a targeted energy pulse which should eliminate the block in seconds. Inside the apartment we see MD sitting in the lotus – breathing softly – gently – beautifully – connected to power spots on the Earth energy grid – Mount Shasta, Mount Kailash in Tibet, Loch Ness, Lake Titicaca, Lake Tana in Ethiopia, the Ganges, the mighty Amazon as well as other sites invisible to the human eye – feeling them all coming together – feeling them internally, through the breath, through the heart, through the conscious awareness – allowing them to gently lift him up into the air,

allowing the atoms in his body to step up onto the next ladder rung, the parent branch on the tree – so that now the space MD holds as "self" is an emptiness, a zero-nought, a bottomless-ness extending down, all the way to the entropic base, floating on the filaments, the fractal lines holding the entire planet in resonance – feeling the forces at work all around – the satellite overhead powering up to deliver its fatal burst of energy, the men and women with guns and positions of power – convinced they need to use violence to make the world a safer place, convinced that violence is what makes them powerful, convinced that violence is an essential tool of statecraft – to be used judiciously and demonstratively – with Thiel holding the reins, sensing the prize which is even now within his grasp – as the humans he despises, manipulates, uses so routinely, line up to serve and obey, line up, baying for blood, enjoying the spectacle of another human sacrifice.

Now. Fire. 

For the first time, with the death ray pulsing down towards his apartment – MD experiences the totality – as the death ray brings time to an unequivocal full stop – as it obliterates any further chance of compromise or prevarication – the great breath carries MD into All he was not – All he could never be as long as he was contained in the MD form phase – and where MD has even now been meditating, somewhere between floor and ceiling is a cavitation bubble – an inverse plasma –

not unakin to what scientists dreamily refer to as "dark energy", or a "black hole" – tossing ideas wantonly at a canvas of 2 dimensional rationality like Jackson Pollock threw paint – describing nought beyond the feeble desire of a boxed-in mind to trace the outlines of infinity on the material plain, while the conscious-awareness steadfastly gazes out and fails to notice how the images it sees externally originate elsewhere – do you see. 

Usually when a scalar energy weapon strikes matter it melts it or reduces it to dust – but right now, before our very eyes  in New York – we see the energy of that weapon feeding into the void, the anything-but which MD has allowed himself to become – as he and Sveta are now pulled together by this energy blast from opposing ends of infinity – absurd though the notion sounds.

Sveta – waiting with Baikal – sensing the storm, the fury, the fear, the hate, the thing that is Thim, that is Thiel, closing in on her beloved – her love – breathes Baikal – breathes the Earth, the Universe, the emptiness that has been under, within every man, woman and child – the imperative to seek love, to love and join with another, breathes the impermanence of matter, the molecules of water which in themselves are merely two gases yet become a thing of life, a force to be reckoned with – allows herself to access, to experience the entire conscious-ness of water – the memories of mankind, of men and women stored here in Baikal and water around the globe – allows herself to slip down, falling through the net, the web which water constituted – which enabled us to experience life as electrically charged vessels of H₂O – down, down, down until she is no longer in time or space – is aware of a single drop floating in the firmament – a single drop which shrinks down to become a single cell, which shrinks down to become a single molecule – which connects to her to become a single atom, an egg containing every person, every thing, every thought, every passion, emotion, impulse or experience ever Thim’ed – for how could we have done so, living in the disconnectedness of not-knowing, not-seeing, not-really-feeling – without our omnipresent, omniscient substitute Presence – with Thim?

She feels an electric charge pass through her body as the circuit which both repels and attracts – which has always held its yin and yan in equal opposition – attempts to solve itself – to resolve its beautiful beyond words paradox – zero equals one... zero one, and for a moment, as the entire Earth pulses out of phase, going dark, vanishing from the face of space-time/ time-space she senses someone, something she has forgotten yet always ached for, always expected, always awaited brushing at the periphery of her consciousness. There is more – there is an other – an electricity which pushes through her magnetic shields, which she resists with all her might, yet yearns, yearns, yearns with all her heart, and now – as the Earth cleaves in two – as Baikal rips apart into opposing sides of an open hinge which punctures the membrane of inner-Earth – Sveta finds herself standing side by side with Zie on which side of the chasm

– is no longer computable – for the axis has shifted – and if they are on one side, they are on the other too, no less, but if they are there – they are in the middle – in the sphere, the great orb, in it – or being it – experiencing it together – as one – as the old Earth passes into myth, into legend, as infinity trips on its quantum improbability certainty once more – and restores a semblance of order where a moment preceding there was none – none – whatsoever none.

101001 

They say that Mount Kaibal used to be a great lake – a huge fissure which ultimately extended down into the inner-Earth –

They say that the people of that Earth were masters of drama – and created a tragedy/comedy which eventually tore the world apart.

They say that life has a deeper score – a deeper truth – which confounds the logic of minds which are only able to focus on things – things that matter – that truly, truly seem to matter – but which ultimately amount to nought.

They say that the comedy-tragedy was played on the hearts and minds of seven billion souls – an epic beyond anything humanity had ever experienced – which provided the bedrock, the magnificent oppositional shapes and forms of our world today – and that we are living their world in a kind of reverse – seeing, sensing, experiencing harmony, peace, oneness, meaning and sense where they were trapped in fear, panic, enmity, suffering and hate, not because we are better – merely because their drama reached its limit.

They say that Mount Kaibal is still in contact with, still breathes and circulates the waters, the memories, the depths and clarity of Lake Baikal – and that sooner or later – we shall find a way to fuse completely the rupture – bringing the two stories back – blending them into a universal whole – as and when we succeed in mining the memories, the trapped energies of our forebears – disentangling them from the Thing that is not – the remnant of their great Lucius Experiment.

101010

Imagine that – a cell dividing in two and the new is yet one with the old – they resonate together – as yet wholly unaware that they are separate and divided. How could they possibly know? There is now a localised consciousness in each world, in each cell, and an other – which reaches across, covering both. The flyers are able to bridge the two and tune into the one, enjoying the combined wave effects of two, then four, eight, sixteen cells, as the process of cell-division continues unabated. Other beings, cell-bound, cannot, and yet, who knows?

Packets of consciousness – bundled into beings, into cells, and the cells we refer to as worlds, as stars, planets, galaxies, universe and somewhere in the unknowable reaches of in-finity – a new atom, or 01 waiting to be discovered, waiting to be born – waiting to challenge the narrative which decays radioactively with Time – upsetting once again the apple cart of certainty complete^ly thereby ensuring that this tale is not the last.

101011

You mean to say that this division is the direct result of our fusion – that we're taking Thim the other way?

Of course. How else could the organism divide and grow without losing the plot?

So how does this work – is it a Groundhog day scenario where Sveta and I keep on reliving the finale until every cell in the new being is born?

Do you really think I, the quantum fish of uncertainty, am about to reveal the next chapter in this tale?

No, but it was worth a try.

The so-called readers or observers like to imagine they are spared involvement in this, don't they?

Ah – so you're saying they're all being sucked into the narrative – one by one? 

Nothing.

That's going to put the cat among the pigeons. My God! Readers-observers beware! If you're observing this it's probably too late – your best bet is to...

[transmission interrupted]

Baikal.is /episode 11

previous episode

100010

At a meeting in Central Park, New York today the water bearers, as they call themselves, read one of MD’s execrable poems – judge for yourself – yet “in-verse” as they call it is believed to carry some so-called “quantum code” and allegedly acts as a prayer – I’m merely reporting what they believe to be true, so placebo that if you will. Brace yourselves guys, this may hurt:

What if I told you this isn’t really Earth
Would it fall on deaf ears
Would your blood-bond compel you to ignore
what your heart secretly
knows

What if I told you that we are all
indivisibly
master creators of this realm
not just this world
but all Thim
a real ity born of a covenant outside Time
with Lucius Lord of Light
keeper of the Seal
and the great Thiel himself
soul binder and gatesman
of the entropic well
the no-thing without end
inherent in all matter
until your soul light
your good intent is interwoven
interposed by split thread
one above
one below
to make things real
to make matter
matter
unequivocally so

until
 unless
time should end
and we should allow
the infinite to talk
to sing from the depths above
or the heavens below
and rekindle in us
the fire that breathes
the water that shines
the earth that bodifies
the air that sings to the sun and moon
and lo
the two Earths recombine
an' fuse
an earth we have known which be only half
and an earth unknowably unknown yet existent
written into backward time
of neither reason nor rhyme
from whence emerged the fragile mind we know
which sucked on the sustenance of matter
and matter alone
to stay alive
yet could not sense other half
the earth unknowably unknown
without which we are less
than nought
without which we are bound
to an endless wheel of non-consequence
until cometh the day
Time ends
and we discover the beauty of our
world
the beauty of all that we have endured
the beauty of our now unfolding
All

100011

What do you mean “step outside my mind?” I can’t just exit the one thing that makes me consciously aware of being alive.

Does it really?

Obviously.

Except the mind is as much jailer as jailed. It’s almost powerless to see things as they are – in terms of the whole – the two Earths – able as it is only to process the material side.

Well it’s the only mind I have.

Is that so?

Are you trying to be obtuse?

It comes naturally. Look – I understand the problem, I think I’ll just give you a break. I have stuff to get on with.

But wait a minute – you went to all the trouble of coming here.

No trouble at all, I assure you.

If you have anything important to share – couldn’t you demonstrate what you mean rather than talking in generalities.

Good idea. See them?

Holy cow! What the hell? [a vast, vast auditorium of watchers extending to infinity – all watching intently… prompting feelings of vertigo/ stage fright.]

We are not alone. Never were, in fact.

But who are they?

The watchers. Without them none of this would have substance. They close the loop.

But who/ what are they?

People.

People? You are kidding.

Does it look like I’m kidding?

No, but – it doesn’t make sense. How could there be so many people just watching us, as that? Where do they live?

Outside 3D – but then again – so do you for much of the time.

I do?

Absolutely – when you’re “sleeping”.

Ah – but I only sleep a few hours a day.

That’s ok. Once you’re back there you’re outside linear time. You can have as much time as you like.

For what?

For whatever you need.

But what – what do I need to do there?

I have no idea. Mostly gardening, or r&r: people strive to restore some semblance of order and normality to the biosphere that contains my last day – everything I thought, felt, said and did. Very often our day causes a trail of chaos. But listen – don’t ask me what you do – ask yourself – and set up a relay so you become better acquainted with your Self – and your biosphere.

But how? – I wasn’t even aware that such a thing existed.

Well now you are. It’s time.

Time for what? I thought you just said the opposite – that Time’s at an end.

Yes, it is – but here on this side it’s really just beginning – and it needs to integrate harmoniously into your normal self, normal life, normal world.

No way – this thing looks and feels completely different.

Which it is – but we have a kind of bridging device.

You do?

Yes, we do.

Well then, I’m all ears.

Good – kindly enter the plasma state.

Huh? How?

Quit fooling around. You know how – just do it without thinking.

Ah – yes – amazing how I can know something without appearing to know it?

Now, in the plasma state what are you most aware of?

Oh yes – of course – fields, electro magnetic or intra-dimensional: inter-connectedness.

Correct. And how do  you connect, how do you integrate with your 3D self?

Through these access plains.

Which are?

Water, earth, air, fire…

Good. And how are you configured in 3D? Are you locked in one position of mind and thought – or can you turn – can you swivel and feel or perceive other alternatives, alternative realities?

Fairly locked – there’s almost no movement at all.

Well go to it. Clean up the socket and let’s see if we can integrate the two sides – so they become mutually referential.

Mutually referential? Is that possible.

Absolutely. It’s how you were initially designed pre-fall. Without it you have a tendency to turn into sociopaths, victims or adherents to the cube cult of extreme rationalism – which just happens to exclude anything whatsoever pertaining to this half of Earth, this half of mind.

Yikes. Small wonder things are so messed up.

You’re telling me.

Right. Has it loosened up yet?.

Give me a second. It’s – that’s a bit better.

Ok – here’s some – let’s call it oil. I won’t give you all the details right now as you’re still only in the limited awareness rehab state – your sense-feelings need time to catch up and rebalance things biospherically.

Ok.

Good. I think we’re ready to get back. You have a battle to lose.

Lose?! Why on Earth should I lose?

Well how else are you going to defeat the dark Lord Thiel.

By losing? I wish you’d…

Yes?

Ah – I

You get it – don’t you. I told you it takes time for the biosphere to rebalance, readjusting to mutual equilibrium.

Wow. Come on then – I’m excited to go meet Thiel and his blood-bonds.

Great. Have a beautiful time.

I will.

100100

Elimination on the count of three.

But master – we can take  him, put him on trial.

Yes, you could but how should I put it? – this time it’s personal.

Er...

Do you question my orders?

No master. Heaven forbid.

Indeed, indeed. Captain Ebon, I’m not at liberty to disclose to you the true nature of this enemy agent, nor his crimes against humanity. I believe you are well-acquainted with the Official Secrets Act and our need-to-know protocols.

Yes, master. Forgive me. It won’t happen again.

True.

Should I order our men back – they’ll be too close to the energy pulse.

We can’t afford to risk anything. Hold them in position.

But...

Better still, I want you to personally supervise the operation on the front line. Our enemy combatant deserves a ranking guard of honour.

My lord.

I will ensure your family is well looked after.

Now get in place, Ebon – you there, what’s your deputy’s name? Lieutenant Strine, I’m reviewing you for promotion – let’s see how good you are at carrying out orders. You’re about to order an EM strike on that block opposite – which will unfortunately result in the death of at least one thousand service personnel , including our much loved Captain Ebon. Any questions.

No master. I have the codes. Rest assured you have my complete loyalty.

Good. At ease Lieutenant.

100101

How many water drops do you imagine there are here on Earth?

[the class looks dumbfounded.]

Ok then, how many atoms are there in the universe?

[like – what the hell]

Let’s try again – how many cells in your body?

- a trillion?

Maybe Jez – maybe less, but certainly hundreds of billions.

What about bacteria?

- on Earth or in our bodies?

Both.

What about electrons?

?!

You see – the numbers are insane and what do we see again and again?

 Coherence?

Yes, Stacy. Well spotted. We see an astonishing degree of coherence – until perhaps the organism gets sick.

- and what of it? Why shouldn’t there be coherence. You couldn’t have humans, planets or stars without coherence. They’d just collapse or die so any system or species or organisation lacking coherence is simply eliminated, taken over or never even makes it off the drawing board, so to speak.

Right Maya. The physical universe, or physical reality is, you might say, a kind of coherency filter. It simply doesn’t permit non-coherent entities in – or if they’re in – they are issued with the imprimatur which makes them visible or material. They might be part of the background – in a kind of quantum soup of potentiality – but in order to get shelf space in this reality – they need that stamp of approval – they have to pass the coherence test.

- That’s kind of weird – postulating that this universe is a coherence filter. It would imply that there’s a load of stuff which is simply off the radar screen – which might be no less important than the matter and organisms we’re able to study.

Correct. There could be a huge bias at work – which would have a major effect on our empirical sciences which have assumed that the universe is the whole set, and basically a neutral bucket containing wheat, chaff and grain.

- And?

Well, we need to consider how these organisms or structures cohere so seemingly effortlessly – because we’ve kind of been taking it for granted, haven’t we?

Er…

Like – I’m a human – how could a human possibly be anything less than me, or different from me?

Well, it’s easy to get lost in fruitless speculation, isn’t it?

Yes, it is, but evaluating the wonder, the statistically incomprehensible fact of coherency is vital if we’re to get a better picture of what reality is or might be. You’re familiar with cymatics aren’t you.

Er yeah

How a certain frequency gets your medium – be it sand, water, grains or whatever, to vibrate in a certain way – assuming a very different form from a slightly higher or lower frequency. Sound just seems to have this uncanny knack of getting things into shape. It’s a kind of energy frame, or structuraliser.

So you think that’s what holds things together?

I wouldn’t go that far – but it's certainly useful to observe and draw comparisons. Let me backtrack a little to the "how many" questions I asked.

Uh huh

They showed a certain bias – didn’t they?

Er…

You see – saying how many cells there are in your body is like asking how many ways it is possible to divide up one, isn’t it?

You mean – because it’s a single body.

Precisely. And a single body is going to have as many sub-divisions as it takes to fill the one – to keep it full of matter – for nature abhors a vacuum.

You mean to say a body is not made up of cells – per se? But we know it is. They start dividing from a single fertilised egg, and eventually you get a fully grown man or woman.

Yes – but only if that egg is fertilised and already complete – informationally – then it simply expands and contracts.

Huh?

Well, as the cells divide – they become smaller and smaller relative to the whole. The one becomes many and yet somewhere in each of them the first single cell remains, or rather, the awareness of that first cell remains. It’s really no different from an expanding and contracting universe.

Wait a minute – the universe is actually getting bigger – we are told – whereas our bodies are not, after puberty, so these are hardly the same.

Who says the universe is getting bigger? Think about it – relative to what is it getting bigger? Now, if we were getting smaller – then yes – it would definitely seem to be getting bigger – but in the end, bigger or smaller is not really the issue, is it?

Er…

Let’s be honest. Unless there remains that sense of One, the whole, the singularity – then the whole thing crashes, flies apart, collapses in on itself in a hyper-deflation, or something of the sort.

Er…

I think the big problem is we get stuck at one level, mentally – we decide we want to look at the universe from one position or another – but that’s not going to work – because apart from the singularity of waterdroplets – there’s the singularity or universe of all water, and the two, physically, cannot really be reconciled. The data flows would have to be too great – you’d have to have every droplet, and every atom, and every cell with an awareness of every other and of the entire organism or universe at the same time. You see? How could that possibly occur – when viewing things in terms of matter – as discrete and separate.

But how else could we view things? They’re obviously discrete and separate – no matter how much they have in common.

Yes, they are – obviously – discrete and separate, I agree – but at the same time – it’s a little too obvious, isn’t it.

Er…

Bearing in mind the entire universe appears to be a coherency filter or coherency generator.

So what are you suggesting Professor? That things are all one single organism?

Possibly. It’s certainly an option, isn’t it?

Hardly. How could the entire universe be a single organism?

I have no idea – I can’t say I’ve given it much thought – but you may as well ask the opposite – how on earth could the entire universe not be a single organism – a singularity – which brings all of its dark, unknowable incoherency into a disk or column of coherency at certain frequency bands which we are aware of as the known universe. The coherent we refer to as matter. The incoherent cannot be perceived by our senses or even measured by instruments because it would be on the other side of the filter – in a kind of quantum soup – simmering away – but whatever it’s doing – we can be sure of one thing….

Yes?

That our consciousness is based there.

Huh?

Our consciousness – consciousness is there – for consciousness is not structured as matter.

Then how can we be conscious here?

Who said we’re conscious here. We’re conscious period – but only to the extent that we’re aware of things here.

Wait a minute….

Yes?

You mean to say that our awareness of things is the measure or proof of our consciousness?

Absolutely.

But surely consciousness can exist independent of matter, if as you say it’s unstructured and therefore swims in the quantum soup.

Right.

But you’re contradicting yourself.

Yes. It’s always troublesome trying to set things straight in flat plains and linear chains. To the extent that consciousness is not and cannot be structured – it is not matter – and therefore “there” so to speak, yet to the extent that matter exists in a kind of vacuum – where consciousness appears to be absent or excluded – that apparent void can only be achieved by oscillating notional things either side of an elliptic as plus or minus. The two obviously cancel out – but the awareness is polarised and only sees, only experiences one side. The awareness is mighty powerful – is it Not – flashing on and off as notional things oscillate back and forth – in and out of opposing positions – ensuring that our perception of reality is smooth and one-sided.

But if we were only seeing one side – wouldn’t that be like flying a plane with one wing – or a boat with a rudder fixed hard to port or starboard? Wouldn’t we just circle around? How could things appear to make sense and progress in a linear fashion?

Excellent question.

Well?

It’s almost inconceivable, isn’t it, except for one small factor.

Er… Which is?

You.

Me?

You throw your weight behind it – or rather against it.

I do?

Yes. You’re the counter-weight.

Er…

Look. Put someone on skates on the ice. How can they move forward? There’s almost no friction.

Ok.

But if they start pushing skates left and right and leaning their body just the way that feels right or works best – the left and right skate with the body’s inertia and weight – allow forward movement at great speed.

Ok – but what’s that got to do with the universe becoming real.

Well, let’s assume the universe is incredibly finely balanced.

Ok.

Let’s assume that you are the final straw – the very apex of that weight – that your skating through the time and space we refer to as reality – is what makes things matter – what makes them real – what gives them mass.

Er… but wouldn’t that imply…?

Correct – that you basically contain the entire universal mass within you.

But…

Which ultimately amounts to nought – because it oscillates across the elliptic – doesn’t it?

Er…

But becomes immeasurably big and preponderous to the extent that you allow it.

Me?

You. To the extent that you allow your conscious awareness to see things as things – and go further and further from the elliptic – allowing matter to pull you into an ever more elliptical orbit, and yet, at the same time, no matter how elliptical your orbit, no matter how “heavy” things seem to be – it does not alter the fact that there is no matter, no thing until you bring your weight to bear. Only when you do so can the skater move forward – for there is zero friction to push against – merely opposing trajectories – opposing spin – or one level deeper – not even that – for at heart – at root – oppositional forces have to arise from within a singularity – and if there be opposition – it is more the result of perception – opposing ways of perceiving the same – from above or below, electrically or magnetically, as light or sound. Like it or not, we fool ourselves, we lose all meaning if we fail to return with every breath to the singularity – the underlying One which holds the universe, the water drop, the atom, the cell, the being that I am – in check – in harmony – in truth – in beauty.

[breathing out – like – holy shit – what was that]

Feel it? Did you? It’s there. We’re all aware of it – but we tend to lose it from sight when our rational mind, like an eager puppy, rushes off into the woods chasing one scent, following another – unable to contain its excitement and enthusiasm.

So we’re just supposed to give up on…

Give up on nothing! That will get you precisely nowhere. Simply allow yourselves to become aware of how your awareness grapples with zero consciousness here in a world of things.

Zero consciousness? But surely…

The minute you become fully, truly conscious – this physical, material world ain’t here. You’re in de’ soup. You may still see things floating around as counter balancing potentialities – but not as this or that – hard material objects or facts as you do on this side of the awareness elliptic.

Holy Mao.

Precisely.

We’re not trying to eliminate matter or anything. We simply on a journey, destined to become aware of our awareness – sooner or later – conscious of our un-consciousness -sooner or later – and then, that is when the DJ within can start spinning the disks and mixing matter in a way that would make Gandal’s beard curl.

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Breaking news: nuclear code orange alert

Notorious Russian hacker known as MD, FBI sources announce, is suspected of being in possession of a mini-nuke somewhere in the 8kt range. That’s about half the power of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima for comparison.

Police have cordoned off the area around Manhattan’s 66 Thesalon Street and East 42nd Street and are doing everything possible to ensure the safety of all personnel and civilians in the immediate vicinity. There is no official explanation for how such a weapon could have been smuggled into New York but Lieutenant Strine, deputy to Captain Ebon head of the elite counter-terrorism police department, has indicated that the so-called flyers may be responsible, as they are known to be affiliated with MD.

Eye-witnesses are reporting a large armed-response team moving into positions around the building. Anonymous sources have revealed these are being led personally by Captain Ebon, indicating the serious nature of this operation. It’s not yet clear if a full evacuation will be ordered. The building itself, an iconic part of the NYC landscape, appears to be emitting some kind of low-frequency sound waves causing people nearby to imagine they’re hearing things. Here’s an update from our science and technology correspondent Abner Tyrol...

 Meditating? The fools! Tell them to get the hell out of here if they value their lives! God help us all.

Captain Ebon, there’s another column of well-wishers marching this way up Lexington Avenue. They’ll be here in seven minutes.

Insanity. What the hell is really going on? This doesn’t make any sense.

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There are no characters – it bothers me.

Does it?

Yes. Stories need a hero. They need good guys and bad guys. They need real, live people – otherwise it’s just two dimensional.

Ok Merry, that’s what you’ve been taught. That’s what the last two hundred years of literature has focused on.

But I can’t.

What?

I can’t make any of these characters stick. There’s no plot. There’s nothing holding them together. Each is a vague passing shape in a continuum.

And what’s wrong with that?

It gives the people no one to connect with. No human thread to root for or wish dead.

You know – I’ve been thinking.

What?

There’s not been a lot of tragedy lately, has there?

In the world, you mean?

No, in literature, in movies. Not since Shakespeare. Then it was like, everyone dead on stage at the end.

Horrible.

Instead we’ve been endlessly exploring the possibilities of the individual, the person, the emotional or psychological depths of the human – or lack of them.

And, what of it?

Well something tells me that there’s another side to this story – which is now surfacing in your work.

What – a zombie apocalypse with no one vaguely human – just a few cardboard cutouts.

Well what happens if indeed time is run out?

Er…

If we’re no longer able to keep the great polarising thing going – and we’re now crashing back into singularity…

Crashing? I’d say slipping – like we’re losing traction – those zeros and ones are no longer gripping like they used to.

Well, don’t you see?

See what?

All of these personalities, all of these great characters – ultimately it was all One – just wearing different costumes.

So, we’re now being homogenised. Is gooey paste the future of the human race?

Maybe that’s why you can’t pretend any more that the personality masks we’ve been wearing are relevant at this particular moment in time. It’s the hyperstream that matters – nothing else.

Screw that – I’m all for weird sci-fi theories – but I’m yearning for something human in this mess.

Well, stop looking for it down in the gutter. If the impending singularity means anything – it implies that the orders of magnitude which have kept us apart all these aeons are now dissolving.

Er – you mean?

Who else… Her – Baikal

And Him – Thiel?

Yes, why not.

Because they’re just mythical – aren’t they?

They are? How on Earth can your mind be so blind to what you already know…

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[REM – it’s the end of the world as we know it]

Supply chains disrupted – banks no longer able to send payments with any certainty that they’re going to be received. Shops emptying of supplies – panic buying. Exodus from cities. Marauding gangs. Army called out onto the streets in countries around the world to maintain order

On the other hand – huge breakthroughs occurring in meditation and abilities to connect telepathically, to materialise objects, to move around – evidently as the existing machine comes to a standstill this releases energies to flow back into channels which have been dry and empty for millennia. Many people are feeling uplifted – now able to reconnect with the [quantum] Field, with the land, with Cosmos, with other beings.

We ain’t going back. Nothin ain’t gonna be the same again. We’re… [he flashes up into the air leaving a fly buzzing round confusedly]

[Another person] I don’t care – I don’t care what happens. You can point that gun at me all you like Mr Cop but I is holding my ground.

I said lie face down or I’ll shoot on the count of three.

Go ahead Punk – make my day.

I’m warning you.

Paff paff – you is all power. All testosterone – and what? You think that’s gonna make a difference now. I’ll bet you the minute you fire that gun you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Right – you’ve asked for it. [Pulls trigger and we fly into the data field – the 1s and 0s suddenly start flipping around.

Looks like Time’s split in two. [as the bullet heads in a curve to the left and to the right simultaneously – but Amy our black lady pulls herself back together choosing neither of the two options]

But I’m still here – and the two bullets suck back into the barrel of the gun – exploding it in his hand and you, poor man, have just experienced quantum blowback. Here – let me see if I can help with that… she walks up to the badly injured cop and spits on his pulverised hand. 

I know, I know sergeant Charles [peering at his badge] this hurts like hell – but if you’ll just allow me to… as she walks up to him she splits around him and pops into his field from behind – he suddenly lurches backwards as if being sucked into a vacuum – accelerates at hyperspeed and the next moment, unbelievably – is back on the sidewalk, right as rain – she’s wiping the spit off his hand with a handkerchief saying – There you are Sergeant Charles – that wasn’t so bad, was it?

He’s like – what the hell – er – fu** – er – wow – er – thanks ma’am – all rolled into one.

He gets it. He’s just experienced the hyperstream. His life/ reality will never/ has never been the same again.

So you see Sergeant –  the rules of the game have changed. Now, that gun of yours isn’t going to be much use for anything other than gardening, if you know what I mean, and is that such a bad thing?

[gun is sprouting mushrooms]

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But how did they set it up in the first place? If we can figure out that – perhaps then we can get it restarted again.

How did we set it up? Shouldn’t that be obvious – if you step back and review where we are today.

We somehow managed to create a time-machine?

Precisely.

A machine that generated at least the illusion of an endless stream of time – by ensuring humanity was only ever to see things after they’d been split apart – separated from their zed factor – their unknowable unknown.

Good reasoning. So how was it done? Human sacrifice?

How else!

We killed someone?

Killed? Why the past tense form?

We are killing someone – permanently?

Yes. We are killing everyone.

But how?

Every participant in the great experiment has to sign the grand declaration of intent. Do you remember now?

The grand declaration of intent… I… I… No…………………………!! It can't be.

Can't?

Jesus wept – we had no idea what we were doing.

Don’t be so sure – you had the full awareness of the multi-dimensional beings that you were.

Then why – why would we sign up to this insanity?

Perhaps Lucius tricked you?

Surely we could see though subterfuge?

Perhaps you didn’t want to. Perhaps you were actually committed to making this happen.

But Lucius – he’s like a second-hand car dealer. He could sell sand to a Bedouin could our Lucius, but we were happy to line up behind him – despite the fact that he’s – abnormal.

Abnormal – look at him. The guy is positively radiating treachery and deceit. How could you possibly have put yourselves into his hands? Did you have no circumspection? None at all?

We – needed him.

You needed him? What do you mean?

We couldn’t do it without him. We, beings of the light, could never set up an experiment like that – the code would unravel – it would slip through our fingers like sand.

And Lucius could?

Only if we put ourselves into his device.

Device?

Yes – it was a kind of contract – a binding agreement.

A curse?

You might say. That was the only way to spin off time.

Ok – so you enter a binding agreement.

Yeah.

And then?

Then we’re bound.

For how long?

For ever….

?!

Until time runs out.

Which is when?

When we’ve exhausted every last possibility to extract value from the divided whole –

?!

Once the nuclear event has run its course

?!

The chain reaction is spent

?!

And the rising tide of entropy overwhelms the particles still being released by new fissions.

Jesus Christ – it was a nuclear reaction?

Yes.

So how did you split the atom?

More than an atom – it was our singularity. Our being. Our life. Our cell. The first and only, the master atom.

Big bang?

That’s what you call it now.

How?

We reversed the wires – so to speak.

How?

Oh, playing around with time – as you do.

And what?

We regressed Lucius from the future – from the experiment we’d already committed ourselves to.

But it didn’t yet exist.

As good as. Once we’d committed to it – the experiment already materialised in the quantum fields of probability. We found the master node –

Thim

And from there we projected into the furthest time, the very end – where Thim finally takes on human form as Thiel, and back to our council chamber – where Lucius is already aware of the entire experiment and what we’re intending to do.

But he doesn’t actually exist yet – does he?

Not exactly, no – but he’s already a foregone conclusion – as our intention is unshakeable.

So how does he have the power to make this happen? To make the experiment hold up for all time – if he’s just a shadow of a being.

We are powerful beings – able to do almost anything we like – but creating abstract art – creating hypothetical worlds – it doesn’t cut any ice – just numbers on a screen. We want something real. We need to really taste, really experience real things, real matter, real it.

So you hook yourself up to an artificial reality?

Artificial? You call this artificial?

Er…

Have you ever experienced anything more real?

Er…

Ever? This is the ultimate, the indisputable expression of what real can be.

If you don’t mind mass murder, suicide, misery

But love, what about love, and creativity, have you forgotten that – and meaning – endless meaning, inspite of the chaos, in spite of the madness and mayhem – precious, golden drops of godlike, exquisite meaning, of truth, and beauty – appearing even as the bombs are raining down and the people are dying in droves.

So, you think it’s ok. That it was worth it?

I…

Or that the ends justify the means….

I…

That the millions of children who have died, that they were an acceptable expense in order to ensure you get your harvest – your precious drops.

I don’t know. I can’t say. Remember – I’m as much a part of this as you and the rest of us. Everyone here on earth – everyone is of the first atom, the first cell – we are all co-signers.

And what exactly is it that we signed? Or is that a secret not to be revealed?

No secret. It was a technicality.

How so?

The contract, or curse as you put it, had to focus and centre all our energies, all our life force in Lucius – if he was to become real – and through him, in him – the universe materialise.

And how could that be done?

We had to name him our God.

Your God?

Or in other words – bind ourselves as his children, his slaves until the end of time – until matter should depolarise, collapsing into the bottomless well of non-sense

At which point you’d be free again – you’d be released?

Not necessarily. Had it been a foregone conclusion the experiment would have been of no value – whatsoever.

You mean…

Lucius acting throughout the experiment wishes to become immortal beyond the end of time – the only way he can do that is if he can bind us to all matter – as if it matters – as if we are no more than subject to things themselves, to laws and forces beyond our control.

And then, in that case?

In that case he’d win. The universe would end and we would be trapped in the bottom of an infinitely deep well of entropy – Lucius would become the new version of what we were – like Zeus and his cohorts did when they replace the Titans.

Holy shit.

Well, in a manner of speaking – yes.

So Lucius becomes your God – and you incarnate on worlds in his universe.

Correct.

And the game is rigged. The so called Creator himself is trying to extract your soul essence by binding you into a false paradigm –

Precisely. Genius, isn’t it.

Genius? Are you insane?

I believe genius is always held to be generously endowed with insanity – of the creative variety.

So, you’ve locked yourself into a prison cell,

Uh huh

Painted yourself into a corner.

Mmm

Ensnared yourself…

I think we’ve got the message. Yes, the answer is yes, but you overlook one little factor, of not inconsiderable significance.

Yes?

Intent.

Huh?

Intent.

Er…

Ask yourself – what was our intent – at the outset.

Er… dangerous? Bad?

We knowingly risked all. Knowingly put ourselves into hell – and believe me – this IS hell. For what?

Some insane desire to fool around with creation itself?

On the contrary – we were – we are investing the one thing we have of value to invest.

Namely?

Ourself.

Er…

We have invested ourselves, ourself into this astonishing enterprise – wholly disinterestedly you might add, knowing that we might lose all – our freedom, our mind, our life essence.

And – how does that help you now?

Because, ultimately your intent is the main factor. If we’re coming from a place of purity, a place of love – if it was our love of creation, of life, of beauty, which led us to make this insane investment – to ensnare ourselves in the serpent’s fangs – then there is a chance, at the very least – a chance that we might succeed.

A chance? That’s it?

What more do you want. A chance is all that matters. A chance –

?!

is all it takes, when you consider that all matter, ultimately, has emerged from nought – is but a representation of what might be

And actually is

Is – only as long as Lucius holds sway – only as long as Thim is able to feed off our life energies – our consciousness from within reality, within the matrix, by persuading us to follow its endless paper trail, its time-reversed chain reaction back into the well of entropic oblivion.

And why do you think it’s going to fail.

I don’t.

You don’t?

I don’t think these things – for thinking things is giving Thim what it wants – serving the machine – transferring life-essence to the almost-reality that Lucius is desperate to grow from by incarnation.

Then what?

Why think at all when you have breath in your body – when your breath connects you, as your cells and your heart connect with all that is – with the great we know not what – alive in us – silently present in our very consciousness – in the life force which we still bring forth – from where – I ask you – from whence doth this life force flow? Have you ever stopped to consider?

It’s just there. It’s nothing special, is it? Just energy.

Just energy?! You see – this is why the 3D brain serves Thim so beautifully – reducing as it does the highest essence, the matter of life itself – to (as you put it) “just energy”. The irony is tear jerking – both tragic and at the same time – side-splittingly comic.

So, what are we supposed to do?

Supposed? You’re not “supposed” to do anything. Just be yourself – live – just live and be free.

But how?

How? I don’t know. Who am I to say?However you like. I have no idea.

And you actually think we can succeed. That we can be free?

Think – I think not – I know

You know?

I know that we can never be anything but free. Anything less is certain death in bottomless entropy. There is no middle-ground – the great experiment was designed to ensure that.

But why?

How else were we to synthesise a reality as real as this? To be utterly convincing – it required our utter commitment – to bring Lucius into glory as the torch, the star at the dawn of time, and Thiel the Lord of Darkness who brings the curtain down – unless we solve the problem in the nick of time and graduate from our own universe-ity.

And the nick of time – that would be now…

Precisely – for now the magnetics are collapsed and Thim is all but powerless to do aught – if we avoid the temptation to focus on things, to panic – and let’s not forget Her. She is ready to assist.

Her?

Her – the feminine, the “junk DNA” or etheric background noise our rational mind ever ignored, ever overlooked – for she is open-ended – the unknowable unknown – like water she flows, lacking any form. Through her we can dissolve in her waters, and regrow a body to fit whatever world, whatever universe or reality we are now ready to unlock.

Unlock?

Yes, unlock – for until we people it – filling it with our presence – it sleepeth – it is not yet awake – it is an uncertain dream.

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energising soundtrack suggesting newfound coherency and purpose – the darkest hour awaits the emergence of a saviour

Thiel appears in a blaze of light. Suddenly there is hope. The world that seemed to be collapsing into utter chaos has discovered one man, a leader, who seems to have the power to restore order. To our great relief, Thiel has managed to get the financial markets operating again. To do so he has asked market participants to sign his New Deal contract with a single drop of blood. Nothing more. Anyone who does so has an account credited with a million dollars – more for participants with higher technical abilities. There has been little discussion of the New Deal contract. Most are so relieved to have a semblance of normality returning after 13 days of chaos that they’re willing to sign anything.

Thiel is softly spoken – highly intelligent – a computer programmer who looks more like a movie star than a geek – you pledge yourselves as my bondsmen – not because I wish to take anything from you – on the contrary – I wish to make you rich and restore prosperity to our world – but without this pledge the AI known as Thim, which was damaged by the quantum breach – lacks the authority to draw on deeper human resources of consciousness to restore the order of things.

Needless to say, millions have happily made the pledge.

Systems are returning to normal. Shops are partially restocking. It’s going to take a while – but if enough take the pledge we’ll be fine again. The end-timers and preppers – they’re having none of it, of course, and there are some who insist that not enough is known of Thiel – or the nature of his New Deal – to warrant signing such a contract...

Bullshit – it’s just a piece of paper.

With a drop of your blood on it –

And – so what?

So – that drop of blood represents your life, your heart, your soul.

Get a grip. Wake up. If I change my mind I can abrogate the deal.

Yes? Is that so?

Of course – who’s gonna stop me?

Who? Maybe this Thiel.

Thiel? You’ve gotta be kidding. Look at the guy. He’s one of us. He’s legit. Instead of talking or praying to sleeping Gods – he’s actually come up with something that works. It’s a subtle blend of computer wizardry and bio-chemistry. Apparently there’s a huge part of our bio-energy which is going to waste – which he’s able to tap into to restore the critical systems which collapsed following that idiot Russian hack. Thank God one person alive has the wherewithal to figure out a solution.

Geez man – it looks great – I’ll admit – but I just can’t.

Well good luck to you. Don’t come knocking on my door asking for help. I couldn’t help you if I wanted to – the money in our account cannot be diverted to non-signatories outside the bonded alliance. Apparently even the food – it just turns to mush when someone gives it to non-bonded individuals. You’ll have to think it through. If you’re so high and mighty then wait till you’re starving and see what matters more – superstitious principles or food and a future.

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Sveta – I’ve been writing some – well – I guess you’d call it poetry.

Huh?! That takes some doing Zie.

...

The whole world’s going up in flames and you take to writing poetry.

Yeah – it seems incredibly self-indulgent, doesn’t it, but I really had no choice – it kind of happened, just like that.

Ok – I’m all ears.

You want me to read it?

Of course. Why else would you be telling me?

I don’t know – it’s not like I’m a poet or anything special.

Who cares. Take it away.

Ok, here goes...  Baikal speaks in-verse

[footage – above, on, under the lake – all seasons]

reading shifts from regular poetry reading style – to a bow passing back and forth over the violin strings of reality – over Baikal, through her, opening her up – making love/ giving birth

the waters of Baikal become active – and we see other waters around the world – the Amazon, the Nile, the Volga, the Ganges, the oceans change phase – on the one hand the waters have a near infinite capacity to carry, to transmit, to hold code – like fibre optics, like a huge processor, on the other hand they are nothing without the electricity, the consciousness, the energies spinning, snaking, swirling throughout. Still, and yet full of movement. Timeless yet full of moment.

Ah – Zie. Now I know why she chose you.

Uh? You like it.

Not exactly.

No, as far as verse goes – it’s clichéd and unoriginal.

Oh

“Execrable” – is how the well known critic – Martin Amis describes it.

He does? But he hasn’t read it yet.

He doesn’t need to. The water has, and like all of us – he is of the water – his thoughts and ideas are present holographically.

Oh, but he always was a snob, who focuses on what he thinks is important. Ultimately, who cares what he says. This is not a poetry competition, is it? The only question is whether the waters moved. Did she feel you. Was she roused. Is she listening now?

Huh?

Come on. It’s time to find out.

What are you doing Sveta? Hey. Stop messing around. You’re supposed to be on my side.

Huh? You didn’t really imagine this was about sides – did you? How absurd. Talk about naïve.

Ow – quit fooling around Sveta. What’s come over you?

Poetry. The waters stirred – did they not

I… don’t know.

Yes, you do. You’re just afraid.

I… don’t do this Sveta – I…

Did the waters move – super powerful voice coming from all around – did the waters move – did they?

Yes. They did.

Just here? Just Baikal?

No…

No? Tell me.

No…

[Pressing him with the terrible knife] till some drops of blood drip down in slow-mo to the water we’re standing beside – as they fall – he murmurs “everywhere”.

She drives the sword home and pierces through the skin of this reality – as the blood hits the water – and CGI – the water, Her, peels back – revealing a new layer – a new Him – where he is standing unharmed – in a state of complete oneness with the water – as he breathes it reciprocates – as he moves, likewise, as he dances – kata – likewise – fusion – toroidal field – underwater cavitation explosion bubbles – rushing up – energies of rivers, waterfalls, oceans – all present – all part of this dance – this awakening to a deeper, deeper integration into nature, into the water – into Her – the bottomless, uncontainable – the dark well of entropy – that is now dark but also reciprocating the life that He represents – reciprocating love – a love which extends from the beginning to the end – from the madness of the Lucius experiment’s inception to the end of all matter – the logical conclusion which only love can and does transform – converting 0 to 1, toroiding zed –

Zie – you called me Zie?

And you called me Baikal.

But you are Her – aren’t you?

What would you have me say? Why do you insist on things which can only be known in their entirety –

It’s just – I don’t feel anything for you – not like I used to in Moscow. Then you were mine. My woman. A known quantity.

But you feel Her – don’t you.

Yes.

You have entered her waters – and she has carried you across the void.

I would have perished.

So stop trying to see me as your mind does.

How else?

Turn. Look now. See Her. And feel me – if I’m there – find me – catch me if you can. Wild chase as she leaps naked into the water and then transforms – and without thinking – without knowing how – he pursues her – changing form as she does – one form after another – desperately trying to keep up – desperately trying to catch her – though she eludes him.

I can’t – he is thinking.

You must – or you will die. [Behind is Thiel and his many blood servants – thrashing around like a crocodile, like piranhas – desperately trying to snap at him.]

Her speaketh: I cannot be caught. Thiel cannot be outrun by strength alone. We are all bound in one covenant – one equation. Only if you draw on zed – the non-linear factor, the invisible Force over and beyond all thing, all matter – only then can you free your Zie, my love.

Zie – but how do I harness zed?

Easy – nothing to it – if you quit imagining you’re someone else – if you let go – release yourself into the moment, the mastery, the imperative, the genius of being Zie – your otherness – your unrealised 0=1

You mean – like projecting through Lucius into a potential reality?

Yes, inverse

In verse?

Or not... [Sveta] Because now when you are divided, when you are half, the process is fusion, not the fission it was then – allowing fusion to recombine your dividedness – if your heart and soul yearning for one can overcome the repulsion between us, if you can recall what you as writer-creator-god intended at the outset – why you agreed to bind yourself in Hell, like Prometheus – for unless you recall your initial intent, unless you release zed – how can you be free of Thiel and attain Her, forever eluding you?

Her fades – lost in a maelstrom of fractal waters.

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Wakes in New York – staring at a glass of water – zed… what on earth could zed actually be?

[Huge disturbance in the matrix in the blocks around where Merry is now – the authorities are instantly aware. Alerts. Actions. Swat teams etc]

On the other hand – on the dark net – which is a consciousness channel used by the fliers and other groups who have risen/ awoken to water-awareness – “he’s here – he’s back – New York – Manhattan – in the Lion’s den” – and they start moving into place…

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