capital crimes

 

Would you quit moaning Zina! There's nothing wrong with the world.

 ?!

 

Thank you.

 

What do you mean “thank you”? I'm not done yet.

 

No, but i am.

 

You’re done? I can't believe I'm hearing this. You're the ultimate egoist.

 

Apparently so, but on the other hand you’re creating a fake drama which i neither choose nor need to be part of.

 

Fake drama? Are you off your rocker? The whole world’s going to hell in a handbasket, and you presume to...

 

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

 

Oh, oh, oh...

 

There, there, my little chicken, all’s well that...

 

Ends well?

 

Huh? Can't imagine why you've decided things are going to end. They would have to be very particular things to get round to ending. Oh no, Zina, ending is the last thing that things are going to do, no pun intended.

 

Merry, I'm going mad.

 

Yes. You're trying to drive forward using the rear-view mirror. It won't do. Everything that looks terribly wrong with the world is only apparently so if the world is still what it used to be, in other words, if the quantum field is not the active centre of infinity, pulsing through every particle and particularity of matter.

 

You mean to say...?

 

Absolutely... If things are looking dire, as they often do, rejoice, either the end is finally nigh, in which case relax, there's nothing you can do, or else a huge blob of unknowableness is even now as we speak, making itself known, bubbling up from the quantum depths of infinity, changing irrevocably the landscape of what is, or was, apparently reality.

 

And this is a fact?

 

Well, it’s the nature of the Field, innit? Reality can only make way for the new by seeming to veer off into the abyss. Omlet, broken eggs, ring a bell?

 

So, what are we supposed to do, in the meantime?

 

Whatever you like. I really couldn't care less, if only you'll stop hassling me. My head has internal blisters from all your gnashing and wailing.

 

Rewind Merry.

 

Actually it’s Murphy.

 

Ok, whatever, rewind Murphy.

If you insist.

 

The world’s on the brink of all-out war, there’s economic chaos, climate change – or so we’re told – everywhere you look things are coming unhinged.

 

Yep. That’s reality for you.

 

And you don’t want to do anything about it?

 

What’s the point? Reality will do as reality does.

 

You mean you can’t affect it?

 

No, I mean that reality is like a looping script going round and round with the same old apocalyptic narrative. It’s like a barking dog. A braying donkey.

 

Reality?

 

Yep.

 

And you’re not worried the barking dog isn’t going to come and bite you?

 

Not if it’s chained up.

 

Er…

 

Look Zina – reality wants you to panic – wants you to be in a twitter.

 

Wants?

 

Yep, absolutely.

 

Reality can’t want anything.

 

No? You think it’s just neutral – a purely neutral operating system that isn’t trying to game your consciousness?

 

What on earth are you on about Merr – I mean Murphy?

 

Look – things are not what they seem. The elephant hiding under the rug is your quantum field master node.

 

My what?

 

Otherwise known as “consciousness”.

 

Huh?

 

It’s basically nothing, isn’t it?

 

What is?

 

Your consciousness.

 

Nothing?

 

Yep. It’s completely taken for granted – almost completely unnoticeable and thus, not surprisingly, unnoticed.

 

My consciousness?

 

Yours, mine – it’s all really one – but yes – it surfaces, popping its little head up – connecting with this ‘ere reality through you, through me, through anyone.

 

And what?

 

And that’s basically it. Because you’re almost completely unaware of it – and assume you're just a little person-y thing – a little human surrounded by big scary problems – you squawk and quack and cluck and twitter – and reality loves you for it – because it gets to commandeer and utilise all those parts of your vast, interconnected consciousness which are not being used – which are essentially out of bounds while you’re having that panic attack.

 

So reality is a kind of predator, you’re saying?

Not necessarily. Let’s not rush into victimhood. Let’s try assuming that things were set up to self-balance, to self-regulate.

 

And what?

 

Well, nature abhors a vacuum. If you’re neither able nor willing to be a good steward of your consciousness – if you give up responsibility for it because the things happening around you seem to be unmanageable at a personal level – then reality rightly makes use of those resources which you no longer hold in high esteem – which you do not or cannot trust in.

 

You mean to say we have the resources within our simple consciousness to manage the entire planet?

 

To manage reality – yes – of course. If that is best done on this ‘ere planet – then so be it – but consciousness is not any way, shape or form limited to any one planet or system of material organisation. It can and does shift frequencies if the existing frequencies are getting crowded or disharmonious.

 

But this sounds way too complicated for the average Joe Bloggs.

 

Yep. Way too complicated. The average Joe Bloggs is absolutely committed to serving and upholding a particular world view – a particular sense of self and things and matter – ie a particular version of reality. In other words, your Joe Bloggs is committed to playing for the anti-team, doing everything to deny, to obfuscate, yea, to even disconnect the quantum field master node that you emerge from.

 

Well, I think that’s a very sweeping statement.

 

True. Very sweeping. Let’s see what happens, shall we?

 

So you’re not going to try to help?

 

Nope.

 

Not in any way?

 

Nope.

 

No compassion? No mercy?

 

Nope. Not a drop.

 

But people can’t be blamed – they’re in the dark.

 

Wait a minute Zina – how on earth can anyone be “in the dark” if we’re all perched atop a column of light and dark – what you might refer to as the tree of life – though I’m not trying to over-biblicise things here.

 

Well, I never saw this column of light and dark – so I’m pretty sure no one else did.

 

See, hear – the fact remains that things have an uncanny knack of triggering awarenesses within your field – awarenesses which constantly bring you deeper than the noise of meaningless thoughts and fears, connecting you briefly with the silent mass of what is what – the central column of so-called consciousness.

 

And what?

 

And the operating system known as reality sees your awareness levels spike – everytime this occurs – and therefore it starts barking and braying – feverishly trying its utmost to distract you – to keep your attention glued to peripheral things.

 

Peripheral things? – that just happen to be life threatening?

 

Look – when you’re driving a car there are always cars going the other way which are totally life-threatening – should you for whatever reason steer ever so slightly towards them. A frontal collision and you’re toast. We ignore those threats because we’re focussed on something better – on getting something done – on travelling to an intended destination – because we’re able to manage our mind, locking into the good rather than the bad.

 

So we should just ignore all the madness happening in the world?

 

Yes and no.

 

?

 

Yes – if you’re actually going somewhere – doing something meaningful – engaging the quantum field in order to work with so-called consciousness – bringing aspects of infinity into your reality. That’s easy enough to do if you choose to be alive and human – if you choose to follow the beauty, the power, the truth, rather than money and laser lights on the floor for cats.

 

Ok – so you think that if I do that – if I engage this field thing – whatever it is – I become immune to bombs and diseases?

 

What bombs? What diseases? They don’t exist at the central column of consciousness. They’re only in the outer ring – the periphery – out in reality.

 

But we see people getting killed.

 

Yep. And what? Are you going to trust your eyes more than your life force? I can deceive your eyes very, very easily, I assure you. The fact is that there’s a world order – a world set up in a certain way which has a kind of personality – a life of its own – and it doesn’t want to die. It wants you – all of you – and your attention – all of it – if it’s going to survive. As long as your attention is glued to that screen – to those events – you cannot experience the quantum field – you cannot dance with infinity – you can’t, you won’t – you’ve allowed yourself to be enthralled and enslaved. You cannot serve two masters.

 

Heard that one before. Getting a bit biblical on me, aren’t you Murphy.

 

Plenty of good aphorisms in the bible, you know. Are we done?

 

Yes, I mean no. Look – I need to test this.

 

Sure, go ahead.

 

What if I have a gun and shoot you? Can’t you be killed?

 

Wanna try?

 

No, of course not.

 

That’s just the thing, Zina, isn’t it? You’re speculating based upon doubts and uncertainties – in other words – you’re feeding the beast and serving your dark lord.

 

Wait a second – I’m just asking a rational question.

 

Yes, but in order to “just ask” that “rational” question you had to disconnect from all that is – from the central column of consciousness – you had to kiss the ring of the dark lord Rahl, you had to lock your mind firmly into 3D materialism.

 

The dark lord Rahl? Who’s that?

 

No matter. Look – unless you’re actually willing to give it a try it’s a pointless discussion.

 

But I don’t actually have a gun, and even if I did I wouldn’t want to use it.

 

Right. So why bring it up? Just speculating – is that it?

 

Well yes. That’s what intellectual’s do, isn’t it? That’s what differentiates humans from animals – that we’re able to speculate hypothetically.

 

Correct – that you’re able to put up a vacant sign and invite squatters into your mind – because you actually benefit from what they bring in.

 

Squatters?

 

Energies – thought critters – yes – you benefit all right – otherwise you wouldn’t do it.

 

But how?

 

They give you the material reality you so crave – and the opportunity to run a virtual web – to experience and study a hypothetical reality in which things are fixed as primary or defining factors – and the game is manoeuvring through the flat web of connections – like a game of chess – to see if you can get the upper hand – take a few pieces from your opponents.

 

My opponents?

 

Yes. The flat 3D web is always, always oppositional – even when it seems to be collaboratory – sooner or later the next phase of the struggle for control and domination is certain to break out.

 

That’s a very pessimistic viewpoint Murphy.

 

Damn it – call me Morpheus won’t you.

Morpheus? I’m getting some kind of déjà vu moment here.

 

Naturally. The connections are tightening rapidly. Here, catch.

 

Zina catches a gun.

 

What’s this for Morpheus.

 

There’s a guy out there.

 

There is?

 

Yep. He’s going to try to kill you.

 

What?!

 

You can stay alive and carry on playing – but you’ve got to do two things.

 

What?

 

You’ve got to say nothing and shoot him before he shoots you.

 

But what if he’s not actually going to kill me…

 

Then you’d be a murderer – but I assure you he is.

 

And the second thing?

 

You mustn’t let him know you’re going to strike.

 

You already said – say nothing.

 

No, that isn’t enough. He can read your mind.

 

Come on Morpheus – give me a break.

 

He’s a reality bot. He has access to your general state of awareness.

 

Oh.

 

But not to your deeper consciousness. So, you can only kill him if you act from there.

 

From my deeper state of consciousness?

 

Yep – your central column – so to speak.

 

And if I don’t?

 

He’s good – he can kill you a million ways before you’d even notice what he was doing.

 

Sounds like he’s done this before.

 

It’s his job.

 

How do you mean?

 

He keeps reality clear of trouble spots – people who are cottoning on – who know too much. They start disrupting the signal. It’s catching. Very soon other people round about would start to feel and see the power, the strength, the truth emanating from you.

 

They would?

 

Absolutely. He’s coming.

 

Hey – Morpheus – hey! Shit. Where did he go?

 

Steps in the corridor outside. Zina finds herself instinctively in catlike pose – no way – something’s going down in the quantum field – she’s absolutely aware of the death presence looming up on her – and there’s something else – something behind – something within – silent – so silent – so very silent – and strong – and – Zina is literally experiencing the moment like a cat – a wild cat meeting a predator – and switches views – looking down from the ceiling – no longer looking through her usual eyes – she sees him before he even comes into the room – she sees the door handle turning – she scans the metal and feels the exact amount of pressure being applied to open it noiselessly – she scans the floor beneath his feet – feeling his weight – his level of poise, pivot and step – she allows her attention to go into his gun – the bullets waiting in the chamber – already looking to connect with her – already planning moves ahead as he steps through the doorway – and his mind is a blank – for as Morpheus said – he’s a reality bot – though he looks like any well-dressed assassin – but between his mind and his muscles she feels a flow of 01s – and they give the game away – she reads them – feeling their targeted, focussed flow – and her awareness locks into their signal – fascinated by what it reveals – fascinated by how it sources itself in her – actually in her field.

 

I can only be killed with my acquiescence – she notices herself thinking – astonished and deeply impressed by the source of this knowing – which comes from the central column of certainty itself. Even as she sees this unequivocally – as she feels the tenuous but real connection between the assassin and her own avatar self – here in 3D reality – without the least compunction she empties her gun’s rounds into the hunter – experiencing the astonishing sensation of his unforeseen death from both sides, and from the all-seeing-ness above.

A moment's silence.

Ok, Morpheus. I see what you mean.

 

Atta girl Zina – but er… put that thing away. Now I know what you’re capable of I’m not so sure I want you waving it at me.

 

Around Morpheus and Zina the field bends and morphs. The assassin vanishes from sight – the blood too – just leaving the faintest hint of traumatised 01s.

 

Yes – they’ll be alright. That’s what music and dance are for.

 

Really?

 

Of course. Morpheus takes out a violin.

 

No way?! I never knew you played the violin.

 

You probably never knew, likewise, that you’re able to soothe those unhappy binaries with a rather magical, even at times seductive dance.

And to her astonishment Zina finds herself flowing with the music and sweeping reality back into a new improved configuration – with dangers and deadly threats lurking around the next corner – for sure – but for the time being – beautifully, blissfully harmonious with the all of all, the central column of consciousness itself.

 

 

0=1

if at all