The missing link – a tale hidden in plain sight
I’ve been deceiving you, you know
Yes? How’s that?
All this…
All what?
This world. Everything.
Huh?
It’s all more or less…
What?
I can’t say fake – it’s real enough.
Then what?
Conditional
As in uslovno?
Well done – yes – you remembered.
You do like repeating things,
don’t you?
Yes, I mean… no. I don’t know. Who
cares, they’re just words.
Well yes – but there’s no need to beat
yourself up over the conditionality of things. It’s really not such a big deal,
you know.
True. It’s just I feel a sense of
responsibility.
You do?
Yes.
Why?
Because I’m not going to keep it
up much longer.
Keep what up?
This.
This…?
Yep.
You mean all this – the world
n’all?
At last – the penny droppeth.
My, you do repeat yourself.
Like I said – rightly or wrongly I
feel a sense of responsibility.
Right.
Don’t wanna be blamed for failing
to provide adequate notice.
For what?
The end of things.
The end? Like some kind of great
reset?
No.
No?
No, literally.
Literally – the end?
Yep.
Er… why exactly are you saying
this?
Because I’ve been holding things
for long enough – hoping they’d take root, become self-sustaining.
And?
Not sure really. It all seems to
be completely self-sustaining, i.e. objectively real, until I see what happens
when I withdraw my personal presence and allow things to run their own course.
And?
This.
The picture freezes completely.
Cars, planes, fish, birds, you name it – even Zie – freeze and start to fade,
pretty fast. Then, evidently, Dai restarts his personal input – a slight surge
and everything’s back online as if nothing had happened whatsoever.
Holy Cow. This is upsetting Dai.
Yes.
It means we’re…
Not quite there.
To put it mildly!
But you have to marvel at the
level of differentiation in this reality set.
Er… can’t say I have anything to
compare it with.
Not consciously, unless…
Unless what?
Unless I take you for a little
spin and show you a few of the other models in operation.
Oh! You can do that, can you?
Don’t see why not – apart from
breaking half-a-dozen protocols, but after all…
Er… after all what?
What are rules meant for…
To stop people doing foolish or
dangerous things?
…to be broken.
Er… Merry
Merry? Thought I was Dai in this
post.
Well, yes, of course you’re Dai,
and I’m sure they understand that.
“They” as in?
The readers. Joe public. The
millions of so-called futurelings who are mining this invaluable resource for
quantum nuggets of 3D mind-y-fications
3D mind-y-fications – you mean
those unprocessed packets of raw source data that just happen to be part and
parcel of the 3D network?
Yep.
Which somehow slip under the radar
screen of 3D conscious-awareness – unbeknownst to 3D moofers?
Yes – but do you absolutely have
to refer to ‘em as 3D moofers?
No offense intended, none whatsoever.
Quite the opposite in fact. They are positive heroes for holding the fort,
for manning the defences of human consciousness in the long dark night of the
soul – when the quantum Field appeared to be utterly lost, in a winter
hibernation – a hiatus from whence there seemed to be no return… Truly brave
souls – who agreed to almost complete dark y'mind i-solation.
Well, now that you put it that way
– yes – I see what you mean – truly heroic of them – like agreeing to bury
oneself under tonnes of toxic, steaming refuse – just because someone had to
hold that frequency of almost utter cerebral-discombobulation.
So, there we were, in the distant
past, writing this, allowing thoughts and words to filter through the 3D net
into this blog – knowing that in the so-called future – when the quantum field
is fully restored, up and running beautifully, the one thing that will be in
desperate short supply will be these packets of raw, unprocessed 3D mind spawn –
the nectar that our heroic moofers have been valiantly laying in store… unbeknowingly.
Because observation will immediately
ensure that such packets of data will automatically be converted into matter of
some shape or form…
For nature cannot leave the stuff
of conscious-ness un-integrated, un-kenned – not without upsetting
the apple cart of equal distribution.
Er… are you sure our readers are
going to have a clue what equal distribution is?
The futurelings – of course! You
know as well as I do that the quantum Field is predicated on equal distribution
of data – otherwise infinity congeals like blood, clotting, coalescing,
clumping into bumpy lumpy stodginess.
You make it sound like rice
pudding.
Or lumpy semolina.
Yuck.
So we’ve established the fact, for
the readers of ages long past – the so-called 3D muffers
More derogatory language.
Yes, the words can be interpreted
that way – but our readers sense the impish smile, the raised brows, the arch,
the avuncular humour and take no offence where none was intended.
Fair enough Mohammed
Mohammed?
...al Sayeed
Oh dear… the names are rather
unstable today, не правда ли?
Be that as it may – I don’t see
why you have to pander to the 3D ooffers?
Because you can’t have one without
the other – not in a continuum at least – can you?
You mean to say – it’s all one
person – one humanity?
It matters not in the least what I
mean or meant to say – does it?
Er?
The words have intrinsic meaning,
do they not?
I… er
There is an impenetrable divide,
is there not?
Ay, that there is.
On the one side, the 3D hoofers
living in an age of gross, quantum unawareness – almost completely ignorant of
the Field itself – not to mention infinity – beloved Sophia…
or even Dorothy... our mycorrhizal master maid...
the Field flutters appreciatively.
Especially Dorothy. And yet, as
their age progresses towards its logical, mind-y-metric conclusion – they
start to sense some kind of…
What?
Let’s invent a term that might
mean something to them – our benighted slaves.
Oh – they’re not going to like
that term.
Whisht – don’t be distracted by
politically-motivated language. We’ve bigger fish to fry.
Bigger fish? I happen to believe
that…
Could we please stay on topic, if
it’s not too troublesome.
Of course, of course. We were
trying to discuss electro-magnetic…
No, we’re going to have to resort to the old one size fits all quantum field lines, which indicate where perturbations in the field would be, were it not for our conscious-awareness working overtime to flatten the curve – rendering the Field almost infinitely smooth, almost infinitely evenly distributed – while the conscious-awareness of each and every individual almost instantaneously deals with any deviation from flat line sigma – to ensure, paradoxically, that things can shift and rearrange at the speed of thought itself – before growing heavy, slow and 3Doof-y-nal.
Ok, ok – I think we’ve dealt with
all that. Now kindly explain how the 3Daiffers – which was hardly a lot of
people – are going to achieve all that when they’re almost completely unaware of
what’s going on, and are absolutely convinced that things actually exist, in
and of themselves?
Well, yes, I know what you’re
getting at Zie…
Actually, it's Dai.
Oh come on, you two, quit fighting
over who you are. No one cares.
No one cares?!
No. You’re just two plates in a
Casimir experiment.
Er… if you say so.
Or two bats in a table tennis
game.
Oh – that’s better.
Pinging back and forth the non-specific ball of conscious-awareness between the two equally improbable, equally unattainable extremes of zero and one, un- and -is-
O…K…
Until wholly unexpectedly,
entirely unpredictably – past and future collapse in on each other and humanity
decides whether or not it really feels like existence is worth the effort or
not.
Bizarre.
Because piggy-backing off another
being – such as myself – is just way too easy – and appears to give
satisfactory results – until, suddenly – yours truly has enough and pulls the
proverbial rug from under the feet of each and every single human who appears
to be part of the time confluence.
Time confluence? Another
impossible term to digest.
Not so. Unless they meet – a so-called,
almost entirely hypothetical past and future – unless you are willing to make
the effort to experience the de-me-if-ication of being a signal carrier bearer…
Then all comes to nought – I guess
is what you’re saying?
You bet.
So somewhere there has to be a
link.
Ah ha.
And that link just happens to be…
Has to be…
Hush – I think I can hear them.
Who?
The listeners.
What listeners?
The watchers.
What bloody watchers?
The time-if-I-ers.
Oh God – no.
Wisht – God has enough on his plate
without you constantly invoking his beautiful name-y-presence.
My apologies – but I’m disturbed –
I know not why…
Of course you do – you just don’t
know why you know – because to know that would impede
Or implode time-if-I-cation.
The basis of all matter
Thought
And thing...
y-ness
Damn – this is too much data – I’m
feeling some horrendous pressure bearing down on my earthly coil.
Naturally – what do you expect?
You can’t have your cake and eat it, can you?
I… er… rather hoped I might.
Of course you did. Don’t we all.
But enough chit chat. This tale wants to either fly, piggy-winked, or go the
way of all incompletely…
Imperfectly constituted life
nodes.
Oh – so we’re “life-nodes” now,
are we?
Why not? I don’t see how that’s a
threat to you.
It’s not – but call me stuffy…
Stuff-y-grunt!
Or old fashioned…
Yep – aloha old-fashioned-y-Zie
bryn.
(Sigh) Would you shut up Dee.
Dee? Damn, you’ve trapped me
ee-fully.
And try to realise that without
our crowning glory – our humanity – the whole purpose of our life and time on
Earth is abnegated – and time can fold its butterfly wings and slip back into
the pupa of un-furcated me-ness.
Ok, ok – point taken.
0=1 purposefully
Sound and fury
notwithstanding
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