I’m not connected to it. This is
absurd.
Ok. You’re not. That’s true.
(exasperated) Then why bother saying
I am?
Because I was speaking
fundamentally. You’re speaking personally.
Er…
Fundamentally you are directly plugged
into the sun, and the sun that you see is like a fibreoptic cable that comes
right into you – though you don’t see the wire. Personally, on the other hand,
your person – the regular me that’s busily living its life in this reality – assumes
that the sun is a thing in the sky – millions of miles away – provider of light
and warmth but in no way physically connected – and that too is true. It ain’t –
not to the person. Not in 3D reality.
Just in your airy-fairy wishy-washy
realm of oneness.
Not exactly, no. I mean – there’s
nothing airy-fairy about hard science.
Hard science! Give me a break! You’re
forever spouting shit about conscious-awareness and other me’s – but they’re
just theories of yours – or fantasies.
Ah. Yes, well the person struggles
with non-physicality, doesn’t it, until it experiences at first hand the
connections.
At first hand? You think you can
just connect directly into the sun?
Not unless I’m first safely
grounded in the Earth – otherwise I’m gonna burn out, aren’t I?
I wouldn’t know Merry – I’ve never
done any of this shit, and frankly I don’t want to. It’s pathetic the way you’re
always running away from reality into your imaginary world of cosmic connections
– as if you’re desperate to imagine you’re at the very centre of the entire
universe, and not just a regular player in a vast, impersonal reality show.
Yes, that would be rather pathetic
of me, wouldn’t it?
Why yes, I suppose it would, though
I have not the least intent to put you down in any way whatsoever.
Uh huh.
I merely reserve for myself the
right to remain committed to reality, no matter how insignificant it may imply I
be.
There’s nothing wrong with being
committed to the five senses as you are. They’re there for a reason. They give
you a perfectly reasonable impression and experience of reality until you start
observing and analysing the data a little more circumspectly.
What do you mean “circumspectly”?
The mind, like the eyes, looks at the biggest square – follows the main story which is always more compelling, but at the edges things get blurred or frayed. The rational mind conveniently puts that down to edginess – or the nature of things.
Well, mine did too for a while,
until I realised that the five senses were failing to account for a bunch of
experiences, or a bunch of phenomena which are demonstrably real, true and valid
– so I suddenly started paying more attention to the blurred or frayed edges –
to the things I’d been ignoring or overlooking, as confirmation bias
is wont to do.
You mean you became an out and
out conspiracy theorist.
Actually no, not at all.
Paf!
I became a conspiracy analyst. I
started looking more critically at what I’d been deliberately ignoring. I’m not
the only one, so it wasn’t terribly difficult to find an almost embarrassing
wealth of information.
Much of which is utter garbage.
Yes, there’s plenty of garbage –
as you’d expect in any mining operation – but that doesn’t stop you as long as
10, 5 or even 2% is gold
Paf!
In any case – I’m not interested
in theories Malcolm.
No? You could have fooled me.
Only verifiable, demonstrable
science.
Demonstrable?! You mean you’re
about to plug into the sun?
Sure, why not.
Give me a break!
Well it wouldn’t be science if I
couldn’t conduct experiments and repeat my findings, would it?
Please don’t presume to use the
word science in this context. It’s frankly stomach churning.
So you have no desire to verify my
findings?
That you’re connected to the sun?
That we all are – if we agree to
reactivate the connection – if we agree to go beyond the five senses.
Activating another five perhaps?
Ridiculous!
Well, no one’s going to force you
to participate against your will. It would be pointless attempting to do so.
The mind, after all, is a very delicate instrument.
Well what exactly are you proposing
to demonstrate?
The fact that we have two states
of connectedness.
Two states – like on and off.
Yup.
And you can switch between them?
Yup.
And doing so connect with the sun?
Yup.
And what then?
I’d like you to observe – if you
would.
Ok. As long as I can do so scientifically
– with cameras filming the whole thing.
Sure. Let’s make it as scientific
as possible. Let’s add a few more instruments for good measure.
Like what?
Measuring electro-magnetic field strength, background radiation, radiowaves, x-rays, infrared, UV, non-audible sound waves at both ends of the spectrum…
Anything you can think of?
We could run an EEG on you at the
same time.
An electroencephalogram. Good idea.
That way we can track what, if anything, unusual is going on in my brain, and
yours too, if you like.
Mine? What have I got to do with
it?
Well, entrainment.
Huh?
Supposing my brainwaves shift in
some way – yours might be affected too, mightn’t they? The observer is never,
perhaps, quite as neutral or detached as he likes to think he is.
And you just happen to have all
this equipment lying around?
No. I’ve been using it all while
doing my preliminary research.
You have?
Well yes. How else would I be able
to separate fact from self-suggestion? I’m hardly going to want to allow my
mind to enter an altered state and fool me into believing something is
actually happening when it might just be a shift in my internal brainwave activity
affecting my purely subjective perception of reality.
Ah. I see.
Shall we proceed?
If you’re ready.
If you are too.
Sure, fire ahead.
Half an hour later everything
has been set up satisfactorily. The machinery and computers are all ready to catch
what, if anything, is about to happen.
Only problem is there’s no sun
Merry.
Not to the five senses. Concealed by
clouds – but if we’re all connected then it’s not going to be too difficult to
rectify that.
Malcolm shrugs sceptically and
observes for a minute or two while nothing seems to happen.
There we are – says Merry.
Huh?
We’re done.
Done? We’ve only just started –
and nothing’s happened, has it?
Nothing? Look outside.
Well, yes, the sun is now shining –
but that’s neither here nor there, is it?
Look at the time Malcolm.
Huh?
Well?
There must be some mistake – it says
3.45pm. It can’t be more than 1.00 pm by my estimation.
Well, we have enough equipment
here to verify the time, I think you’ll agree.
Malcolm looks at his watch,
then his phone, then goes to another room and checks the clock there… all confirming
the fact that somehow he has lost almost three hours of conscious time.
What the hell does this mean
Merry? What have you done?
We have masses of data Malcolm.
You can watch the video, if you like, or observe the EEG printouts. Whatever
you like. I’m confident that you’re going to be able to piece together the
mystery of your missing time.
The video is only partially helpful. A minute into the recording it suddenly gets brighter and first Merry, then Malcolm seem to fade from view, as if they’ve been over-exposed to the point of invisibility. The EEGs have a corresponding blip in brainwave activity. The electro-magnetic instruments also appear to have gone off the charts. Malcolm looks at first one, then the other and seems to be torn between disbelieving what he’s seeing, while simultaneously feeling a rising sense of panic – that something’s going on – something has been happening which he cannot recall – which the instruments were able to measure – which he senses is more than trickery – and he finds himself perspiring heavily – breathing shallowly – getting less and less comfortable with the oppressive feeling of uncertainty – of data his rational mind wants to, needs to, but cannot deny.
Malcolm is lying on his back on
the floor. He glances at the clock on the wall. It’s now 4.17. He’s been out of
it for at least ten minutes – maybe longer – but now, strangely enough, is
feeling completely relaxed.
Actually yes, Merry – I feel fine.
What happened? Did I pass out?
Kind of. You suddenly kicked off
your shoes and lay on the floor – closed your eyes and went into a different
breathing cycle – as if you were fast asleep.
Interesting.
I guess your brain needed a small
shut down to process whatever it was finding hard to cope with.
Right.
So, has anything come back to you
yet?
Malcolm is about to say “no” –
but before he can do so, the forgotten thread of a lost dream pops into his mind
– and feeling it – he allows himself to follow it back – like rewinding an old
spool of film, viewing the contents as he does so.
This is going to be hard to
process scientifically, isn’t it, Malcolm says as he opens his eyes having just
replayed the entire film sequence back to himself.
Not necessarily.
Those balls of light – they kind
of seem to be – not to put too fine a point on it – er –
Yes?
A little awkward...
Just be objective and honestly
report your findings – if you would.
Well that’s the point – how can I
talk about angels in a scientific context. It sounds ridiculous.
Oh. I see. Well, if they looked
like angels that's perhaps because they were electro-magnetic beings from another
frequency, or another density – if you prefer.
Oh dear – how am I going to
explain this to my colleagues?
Let’s just stick to the scientific
method, for the moment, and worry about what other people might say or think if
and when we come to that obstacle.
Good point Merry.
So they appear to be angels?
Yes.
Was there any communication with
them?
Well yes – there was. Once they
became visible – and we’re no longer exactly in this room because apparently we’ve
now reconnected to the sun itself...
Itself?
Himself – I suppose I should say.
Ok. And these, er, angels – what are
they talking about?
Oh my God – it’s all coming back
to me. Basically, I was one of them – wasn’t I – which is why I’m visibly absent
from the room in the regular video – though at higher frequencies we’re still
both present, aren’t we, emitting ultraviolet and radio waves.
So, you’re reconnected and in
communication with solar beings that our culture, for want of a better word,
refers to as “angels”, whatever they may in fact be.
Yes. But apart from being in
communication with them – the conversation branches off into other rooms, other
sections of consciousness.
You mean – you visit other places
with them?
Yes.
At the same time as being in “conversation”
as you say?
Yes – because there’s more than
one note, more than one frequency at a given moment. So other parts of me fly off
with them into other realms of conscious-awareness.
Yes, I see this may be a little
problematic explaining to your colleagues.
But it’s really just the nature of
light, isn’t it?
How so?
Because, evidently, light is not
just a form of electro-magnetic radiation, is it?
No?
No. It’s also what we’d normally
refer to as consciousness.
You mean it’s alive?
Well, it may not be alive, but I
certainly experienced it as aliveness.
So, where exactly did you go?
Everywhere.
Huh? Can you be a little more specific
please.
Into the Earth. I visited a bunch
of different chambers in the Earth.
You did? Were they dark and musty.
No, not in the least.
Oh.
And other light nodes – what we’d
refer to as stars or galaxies I suppose.
Ok.
Is that all?
No, no… we also went into the
collective consciousness.
You what?
Of humanity. A huge, busy, pulsing,
cacophonous wave form extending through many different time zones, and
emotional zones.
And what happened there?
I was given the chance to see how
I fit into it. How I play a small, but at the same time central, you might say,
vitally important part in balancing or managing some or all of this vast,
unruly wave form.
Wow. You saw all that?
Yes. You’re able to follow it,
aren’t you?
Yes, more or less.
And what then?
And then I’m looking at my catatonic state of disconnected-connectedness – wondering how I’m going to integrate this data into my regular mind, which is largely only aware of a miniscule slither, a tiny frequency band centred on the five senses.
Ah, I see.
And it’s almost impossible to see
how I can connect up the data, which is at a wildly different frequency.
Got you.
Until I overload and black out.
What happens then?
Something in my subconsciousness –
something connected with dreamtime takes over and links it all in, unexpectedly
– with a kind of spider’s web.
Or a bridge.
Yes, you could call it that.
So now you’re able to recall it
all.
Incredibly, yes – except I can’t,
for the life of me, remember who or what was doing the insertion.
No, there’s always something we
can’t quite see, can’t quite remember – isn’t there.
Always a third.
That’s right.
But I’m sure you’ll be able to
work on it – if you so desire – and get a better awareness of who or what is present
on the other side of your consciousness – the dreamwalker – or whatever you
choose to call it, that for some reason chose to help you reintegrate these
memories.
I’m not sure.
What?
Something tells me it was a her.
A her?
Yes. Perhaps…
To be continued…
0=1
supposedly
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