What goes around comes around…
I beg your pardon.
OM…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Birds – over there – see them in your mind’s eye if you can’t see them
physically.
Birds?
Yep.
Birds. I’m…
Om…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Clouds.
Clouds?
Clouds.
That’s all you’re going to say?
OM…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Ok, Math – I’ve been drinking this Om-ade for three hours now. I don’t
suppose you could climb down from your cryptic cloud of infinite wisdom and give
me a few clues – otherwise I’m just going to have to find another…
OM……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
That’s it. I’m done.
Sven stomps out of the Circle
of Infinite un-ity
As he stomps awkwardly towards
the edge of the inertial frame he has been part of his forward motion slows and
seems to do a Michael Jackson Moonwalk backwards even as he tries to continue
walking forwards.
Cut it out, Math! I’m not your toy.
I’ll leave as and when I choose to.
OM……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Another bloddy hour of wasted time.
Meanwhile in the Circle’s
toroidal Field – now growing purpley-black and ever more touchey-liquidy – we see
Math and his brothers in arms discussing the revolution now evolving…
Revolution – that wonderful moment
when once again the truth completes another circle.
Wait a minute Math – a circle?
Surely truth is a constant?
You’d think that wouldn’t you – Gwen?
Yes – how could it be otherwise?
Let’s OM that, shall we?
Oh – good idea.
All the participants in
the Truth-space join together – gently OM-ing the absurdity – the impossibility
of truth not being constant – of going through cyclical change – and feel,
feel, feel the OM carrying them into the vortex – lifting them into the Infinite
un-ity – summer – autumn – winter – spring…
Earth – our reference frame – 2024 –
things happening – things happening – things – until we allow the infinite un-ity
to reverse into the empty space behind every-thing – willy nilly – like it or
not…
OM……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
What’s an hour of Time – an hour of
rudderless movement on the ocean of…
Creatures on all sides. Birds.
Butterflies. Visible and invisible. Clouds and purpley-green shadows. There’s no
knowing what you’ll find, what you might sense when infinity revolves into the
central left space usually occupied by matters of great consequence and
exaggerated moment.
By now the toroidal Field
has come fully into its own. There’s no avoiding the fact that nothing
happening in the many aligned reference frames of 3D reality are all matching
the digital dance of infinit-is-ity – it’s uncanny to behold.
It’s like nothing ever happened when
you see the perfect match – the code generator producing the exact variant that
then just happens to be whatever he or she says or does – there, or there, or over
there – driving her car, combing her hair, at the office – at home – the numbers
– they simply can’t be denied.
OM……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Love doesn’t seem to have
a number attached. Not really. Not the way things we normally do do.
Nor those moments when the
cloud or the bird or something indescribable compels you to be or do without
reference to your frame at all.
There’s the rub. There’s a
moment to dispel all moments in existence. When the motion of every sphere in
the interlocking wheels of infinity spin uncontrollably – as if speed is no
longer a factor – none whatsoever. You suddenly realise things are not the way
they were.
Ah…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….!
Indeed. Mind if I join you?
Not at all. By all means, join me.
Ah…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….!
That’s…
Something else! Isn’t it?!
Absolutely.
Ah…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….!
The absolute.
Indeed.
The death knell…
The final breath…
The last straw…
or nail
in the coffin
of general
relativity
And thus – member of this, our circle
of infini…
The Field now pulses with ever
brighter, ever more hypnotic light – unless the darkness goes ever deeper into
negativity – creating the illusion of light – me knows not – and the blessed
circle of beings who hold this sacred space – who allow things to go back into
their reverse parking spaces – back into their un-ity thinglessness – sense a
great sense of sense – if that makes any sense… responding to this great sense
of sense they now sense – they see themselves dancing in perfect union with the
source of all moment – all this or that-ity and behold – the universal heart unfolds
like a lotus flower – if you like – or a dragons wings if you don’t – or foldy-foldiness
for those of an abstract bent – and now the heart is beating in the empty space
where nothing was dormant – where nothing was – unnoticed – unstirred – and behold
– all that great sleeping mass of nothing-ness is once again re-energised –
restored – and things are sucked back into their infinite otherness – a story
of words generating worlds of indescribable beauty – of logic and maths – of music
and sound – of feeling and thought – that cannot help matching the events we
assumed were complete and separate – now counterparts to an-ever-unfolding
interaction with other-ness…
other-ness
other-nesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
0=1
until the cows come home
To roost
if……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
only
(dots notwishstanding)
end
Footnote – so Einstein was wrong –
you mean to say?
Wrong?
His theory of General Relativiy?
Was and is what all theories ever
were and are… dots being dots – compressions in the…
OM……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Compressions?
Things being what they are…
You mean?
Yes – being things – woven from the
fabric of infinity they would replace or deny.
Oh.
That too…
