People of Earth...
What do you mean “people of Earth”
Alexey?
Would you cut out for a minute
Sven, i is trying to address my constituents.
You mean to say you represent them
at the inter-Galactic council?
No, Sven. How many times does i
have to tell you it’s “dimensional”, not “Galactic”.
Ok, ok, have it your way. Talk
about pernickety. Do you really imagine our people of Earth care whether it’s
Galactic or dimensional?
No, but that’s not the point, is
it.
That’s not the point? It’s bad
enough telling the people there’s a ruling council where all the major policy
decisions of Earth are taken, without adding insult to injury by informing them
carelessly that the wonder of their spatial perception, the so-called galaxy,
is irrelevant, a mere projection of the great within, the nether-mind and all-that...
Are you done Sven?
Do i look like I’m done?
No, not in the least.
Ah, appearances, as a wise chap
once said, can be misleading.
So I can proceed?
If you must.
He’s getting all official with me
now, the urgent need to make an important political statement. Public service,
that kind of thing.
People of Earth.
“People of Earth”, you make it
sound like a D-rated sci-fi movie.
Alexey points a little finger at
Sven who appears to freeze in mid-flow.
Your oppressors are, unbeknownst
to themselves, following a script carefully prepared long ago by our dedicated
inter-dimensional transition team.
The people of Earth fail to notice
how time is unticking. I won’t say “frozen” as it’s still moving for those who
are able to function inter-dimensionally, but is not for those in 3D, so
there’s a relay awareness which hears all that i, Alexey Anatolevich, am saying
inter-dimensionally, while the mind-body 3D awareness dunt.
Dunt?
Correct Sven. It dunt.
And?
And nothing.
Nothing?
Absolutely. Nothing ain’t going
away. Nowhere for it to go, even if it wanted to, which i doubt it does.
And what?
Well that’s basically it.
Basically what? I don’t follow the
message you’re trying to convey.
No you don’t, but they do,
the people of Earth. They do.
Regarding their oppressors?
Absolutely.
Following a script which you and
your colleagues were dumb enough to prepare aeons ago.
Ad hominems are hardly the sign of
a confident person.
Well, are we supposed to sing whoopee
if we’ve been downgraded to feudal subjects, lost all our liberties?
How you cope with a situation is
entirely of your choosing. For my part, suffice it to say, that nothing is what
it seems, so attaching importance to what seems to be true, is merely a
preference, your choice, to add your bio-mind-mass to the 3D distraction.
Oh, so we’re just supposed to
ignore it, and get arrested for non-compliance?
That would certainly raise the
stakes, would it not, for any infringement of your time-spatial 3dom, your basic
inviolability, would drastically slow the hash rate of their 3D verifier, which
keeps all operations up to date and logically as-is, to the extent that is
possible in 3D.
Er... so you mean it’d crash the
system?
Not exactly.
Then what?
Like i said, all is carefully
scripted.
And? Spit it out Alexey
Anatolevich or forever hold your peace.
Well, if you stop for a moment
believing that there are powerful leaders, important officials, movers and
shakers, and just see it as-is, that all people are, in fact, equally
empowered, equally valuable, equally vital reality nodes in the
inter-dimensional flux...
Am i supposed to infer something
or do you just enjoy fading to infinity while time dances around a catatonic
crowd of faceless listeners?
Ah, faceless listeners indeed.
Isn’t it time for you, Sven, and your fellow earthlings, or might I call you
Taratorians, to give your reality node operational authority to enable
non-linear solutions.
Non-linear solutions? As in,
allowing all hell to break loose, to dismantle the unity and operational
integrity of 3D?
Look, you moved beyond Greek
drama, didn’t you?
And, what’s that got to do with
the price of hummus?
The three unities of space, time
and action are history, aren’t they, so maybe, it’s just a thought, the same
might...
No, no, no. That was theatre, this
is reality.
All the world’s a stage.
If we decouple space, time and
action then 3D is history.
Fait accompli.
You mean it’s already happened?
And lo, it came to pass in the
reign of Donald-y-Trump and other assorted figurines, that the three unities
grew unstable as they reached the end of their shelf-lives, imploded and left
humanity with a simple choice, the same choice it’s always ever faced,
reluctantly yet ineluctably, nonetheless...
Namely?
To be, or not, what else?
To be? Stark choice, if you ask
me.
Indeed, me sees it somewhat
apocalyptically, preferring to deal with small things, and don’t get me wrong,
i too am a fan of small things, yet occasionally, once in a thousand years, or
whenever occasion calls, the big choice presents itself and each of you gets to
decide whether to be a full-blown reality node, with all the dimensions of
infinity working their utterly incomprehensible yet truly incomparable magic
through you, for the good of Taratoria, Earth and all humanity, or, to be-thing yourself to observe from an
uncommitted, agnostic or faithless 3D perspective. Chacun son goût, as they
say.
And you, Alexey Anatolevich,
believe this is all that’s required to tip the balance, to save humanity from
incipient tyranny, to drive Sauron back to the depths of hell?
Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned, as they say. If you reject the divine female and refuse to allow chaos
out to play, to work her magic when her time has come, what do you expect? This
is about carping the diem in a rather unexpected way.
This is about suicide.
Well, what have you got to lose
Sven? Your vital signs have long since been extinguished in a lengthy series of
concessions to tyrannical unlife-y-ness which cannot now be reversed. It hath
gone too far. The body is riddled with the cancer of compliance, accommodation
and complicity, so what remaineth, my good fellow?
Er... Aren’t you exaggerating
Alexey. We’ll get through the Covid thing, hang up our face masks and revert to
a semblance of normalcy.
I assure you Sven this cannot be.
The mythos or story-space you occupied before the great reset commenced no
longer exists.
Stark indeed be-eth the choice
facing you.
But how canst be so...
To be or not to be.
Poppycock.
How else do you imagine a
narrative of such monumental absurdity and unmind-y-ness were possible, were it not for the fact that it’s really,
i.e. in reality, the only way to preserve any semblance of things that were, of
old-normality, which is all your movers and shakers, your poppy cock makers are
able to offer, not being gifted with the chaos sense of things fading to a
whiter shade of pale, while she reboots the very isness of be through each and
every dedicated human node. Each lineage, each and every one of us has had the
opportunity to arrive at the place we think of somewhat deceptively as “here”
and “now”, and at this critical juncture, this meeting of the ways and means
committee, we get to decide whether or not to stake our life force essence, our
accumulated wealth, in this ultimate act of re-creation which toucheth every
level of our being, which redundifies every matter of thing under consideration
in a supreme confluvience of quarks.
A quantum event?
Of biblical proportions, yes.
The ultimate moment?
In deed, the 0=1, nothing less.
So, all these whacky mayors and
primal ministers waving their power rods...
Cheer leaders for the b-event, the
straight ahead, linear next-y-next, devoid of chaos, life or meaning, a best
attempt to pilot an extrapolative chart o’er the void of nothing-ness.
Ah, in deed.
Bless their cotton socks. They
will be spared, even thanked if they have acted i’ good faith, wigh integrity.
And if not?
If not, if not, need i say, chacun
son destin.
In deed. So let them go and let
yours reveal itself, and draw you whither thou goest.
Amen.
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