dark matter

No, it was never my intention.

 

Personally, I find that hard to believe.

 

Not my problem, Mac.

 

              Feeling the tension – the irreconcilable positions. It’s time for another level. How would Jesus respond, Buddha or a shaman, if you like, who is able to see the energy rather than focussing exclusively on the words – not so much the words, in fact, as the jaggedy lines – the puzzle pieces – the creation code that the words themselves allude to or invoke.

 

              It’s the ability to detach and pivot or swivel freely. As long as you’re tied to a certain position – a certain “me” in space and time – until you’re able to disengage and allow things to shift into a better, more appropriate position – then you’re going to either freak out or feel the need to remove yourself physically from the angst. Unless you have the patience of a selfless monk who no longer feels the need to defend his atrophied ego – which is definitely an option – is it not – if you’re willing to practice ego disentanglement. Doesn’t necessarily mean fighting or denying the ego per se – might be more a matter of…

 

Did you hear that Brad?

 

Hear what?

 

Oh, something in the background – a kind of murmuring – like a thinking out loud.

 

No I did not. I think you can safely ignore any quiet murmurings.

 

Ok. But the good news is that I now feel…

 

What?

 

Well, frankly speaking I was a bit miffed by what you were saying.

 

Yes, I felt it.

 

It’s like each of us is attached to some thing. A position, which…

 

Yes – I know exactly what you’re saying – I feel it too.

 

So – what exactly is it – this thing we’ve been unwittingly serving with our language and feelings and egoic attachment?

 

Good question Bob.

 

Bob?

 

Let’s just pretend that we’re neither you nor me, for the time being, ok?

 

Er… ok – that might work. It might give us a little space to be less thing-bound.

 

Yes, it might. But how are we to de-thing if we’re all too human? If we’re not able to be the self-less man of God…

 

Not sure. But the murmurings back then seemed to help enormously.

 

Yes. We were about to start another lengthy argument.

 

So if those murmurings were from the other side of things…

 

The other side of things? Not sure that’s the best terminology.

 

You’re probably right. The other side of things locks us straight back in the order of things which seems to be the adjunct to the me – the me that sees itself as a thing in a world of things – as opposed to an I…

 

An I?

 

Good point Travis. Let’s decapitalise. As opposed to i – whoever or whatever that is.

 

We’re getting closer, aren’t we?

 

I believe we are Den. So, if those murmurings were not, in fact, from the “other side of things” as we now sense – perhaps they are from the isness which is closer to pure consciousness.

 

For shame. “Pure consciousness” is as much a thing as ever you’re going to encounter, Ted.

 

Yes. I believe you’re right, Pete. Never trust a word with more than one syllable.

 

Ok – supposing every thing we’re saying now – every word, every thought or image accompanying that thought…

 

Thought form

 

Precisely – supposing every thought form and word describing it cannot be uttered in neutrality…

 

Oh yes – indeed. Now you’ve put the cat among the pigeons – Socrates.

 

Now you’ve put the cat among the pigeons – Alfie Bow.

 

Now you’ve…

 

Because – if that’s the case – as almost certainly it is – then you know that this communicational process is doomed to utter failure. We’ll never avoid causing things to regroup and undermine the very foundations of everything we sought to accomplish with words.

 

Ironic to the point of bleeding tears and – no – no – I want to believe it can’t be so.

 

Unless we’re able to stalk them.

 

Who?

 

Whom, not who.

 

Ok. Stalk whom?

 

Them. The entities or energies that are working to prevent us from achieving our objectives.

 

Our objectives? You think we actually have objectives?

 

Apparently so.

 

And what, pray tell, are they?

 

To balance things. To net zero both sides of the ledger.

 

Oh – do you think that’s it?

 

Seems to be.

 

And it’s impossible?

 

Absolutely. Yet we’re evidently programmed to overlook that minor fact, and carry on regardless.

 

Until/unless we sense, feel, see that it’s utterly futile

 

Pointless

 

Counter-productive – for the harder we try the more we charge or load things with the need to counter-balance our very efforts, not because things are themselves evil or obstinate – but because they too are powerless to resist the need to zero net themselves.

 

Ah. Until, that is, we become aware of the process – of murmurings – or no-name, no word, no-thing – switching into zero-code…

 

              Zero-code – where zero equals one – story begins – reality takes a back seat – puts up its feet and settles down for a well-earned rest.

 

And in the theatre today we see Mitch – the dragon slayer whose true name, if truth be told – cannot be said without rending the fabric of space and time in twain – such is the papery-thinness of the reality we find ourselves in.

 

Story – a tale – I need a tale to withstand the onslaught of dark matter…

 

The dark winter of matter…

 

The dark night of things.

 

And what? How can it be done.

 

Oh – have no fear. The answer is baked into the cake.

 

Which cake, exactly, Teflin?

 

The cake that is usually mistakenly perceived as I.

 

Oh. Layers waiting to emerge? Is that it?

 

Yes.

 

But…

 

Like all good stories it’s going to be utterly…

 

Edge of the seat

 

Beyond what we could possibly have imagined.

 

Right.

 

The unexpected?

 

Correct. Such is the nature of infinity

 

Ah, your old friend.

 

Indeed. The one and only.

 

So your story…

 

Well, it starts with an endless hum that, as far as everyone is concerned, is utterly meaningless.

 

Doesn’t sound very promising.

 

No indeed.

 

And then?

 

Then we find ourselves melting

 

Melting?

 

Or dissolving in a rising tide of dark matter

 

Dark matter?

 

Or female energy.

 

Er… not sure what this “female energy” is meant to be.  

 

It’s female – which means it isn’t meant to be anything.

 

What?!

 

Things are always closed, contained, or male.

 

OMG – you can’t be serious.

 

No, not in the least, and yet I stand by what I said – actually – by what i says.

 

Oh no – here we go again – invoking the i says – with all its godlike implications.

 

Standing by what i says – sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me – not even your “godlike implications” can prevent the infinite from retaining pride of place in this story of dark matter on the ascendancy.

 

You need to be careful Duffy. Dark matter isn’t something to be bandied about with careful consideration for the iplications.

 

You see – Feargal – your implications are already being swallowed by the incoming tide of dark matter – like Fantasia in the Neverending Story.

 

Yikes. And u thnk my words re going to be dissolvd?

 

How can it be avoided? They were always part of the male structure which is now in the process of consuming itself – or being consumed.

 

Yikes!

 

For death hath no dominion…

 

And dead men naked they shall be one

 

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

 

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

 

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

 

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

 

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

 

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

 

And death shall have no dominion…

 

 

If only it were so.

 

Indeed.

 

If only your story at the graveside of infinity were anything to go by – any comfort – any…

 

Turn it round – you’re looking the wrong way.

 

I am?

 

Indeed.

 

Which is?

 

Which is – rightly said.

 

You mean story is now flowing back through me?

 

Yea. Verily.

 

You mean story cannot be stopped now? Cannot be suppressed? Cannot but transform the things and me – even as i gazes on impassively?

 

Correct, if by gazing you mean holding Field – connecting heaven and earth as all hell breaks loose – as grammar, syntax, language itself zero-equal-ones…

 

So, case study – walking down the street – a car rushes towards you – do you dive to avoid it or shake your head and trust that dark matter will not allow the infinite you bear to be harmed in any way?

i know not – the moment decides – the moment reveals the next step. Anything else is mere conjecture. The moment is everything, unless it isn’t – in which case words merely shrug and

 

 

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