And what?
Huh?
Your quantum field doesn’t seem to be up to much if the whole world’s
going up in flames and it’s powerless to intervene.
Oh, I see what you mean.
Max enters a deeper state of stillness and
introspection while Alice chafes impatiently.
And that’s it?
Huh?
You’re just going to think, are you, like you’ve nothing better to do?
Ah, yes, I see what you mean.
You do?! There’s a first time for everything, Max.
It’s upsetting, isn’t it.
Max again reverts to his calm state of
detachment.
Upsetting? I’m sick of your complete failure to act. What good is the
quantum field or any of your philosophy if humanity has to be pounded into the
dust while you…
Alice continues and Max listens with deep
sympathy – or so it seems – her anger and frustration continue to flow while he
continues to hold his connection with qufie – the quantum field. Meanwhile, the
horrors which are the cause of this exchange – the endless bloodshed in the
Middle East, in Iran, in Iraq, in the Gulf states, in Israel, Palestine, in
Lebanon, in Gaza and the West Bank – the horrors of war in Ukraine too – all of
these suppurating wounds are energetically connected, energetically present as
Max allows his quantum state of presence to deepen, deepen, deepen – aided by
Alice’s indignant anger.
There’s a humming sound – a silent humming as
it can’t be heard with ears alone – a humming, a whining sound – like a wheel
or wheels are spinning somewhere unseen – somewhere.
Do you hear, Alice?
I’m not sure…
Don’t stop.
Don’t stop what?
Release your anger and pain – it’s helping to activate qufie. Keep it
flowing. We might finally discover what qufie is capable of.
What nonsense. Your quantum field has never helped anyone. It’s just a
pathetic excuse for inaction. It affords you the luxury of being able to do
nothing which persuading yourself you’re holding the fort.
Therefore the Master
can act without doing anything
and teach without saying a word.
Things come her way and she does not stop them;
things leave and she lets them go.
I’m not interested in your Tao Te Ching, Max. People are real. People
matter. People are dying. People are being killed. You can take your action and
inaction and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine, for all I care.
Yes, Alice, you’re absolutely right.
I am?
Yes. But you don’t seem to fully comprehend the extent to which you are
party to the conflicts and the murderous intent that is now being unleashed on
so many bystanders and innocents.
I? Party to the…? Are you out of your mind, Max?
You can see it yourself, if you bother to take the time and look and
feel what’s really going on. Here…
Max now allows the quantum field to reveal the
deeper level of inter-connectedness and brings Alice into the picture. She
finds herself falling into an infinite void – or so it seems – falling… falling…
falling…
What have you done, Max? What have you done?
Here, Alice, now you can see what’s really unfolding at the deeper level,
if you’re willing to open your eyes and face the simple truth.
Open my eyes?
Yes. Here – look at this.
Alice finds herself looking at a luminous web
in a vast blackness. If it was just her eyes it would make no sense, but
something else, an intelligence innate to the quantum field informs her exactly
what she is seeing – not with words – simply with direct knowledge.
This is… I can’t conceive how it can be so interconnected.
I know. It’s pretty wild, isn’t it? Now, focus on yourself and your
connectedness to the horrors unfolding in real time – see if you can feel it
internally and at the same time see it here in the living web.
Oh! Yes. I can actually feel areas within my field – areas which
correspond to the actions taking place there.
Now, go into those feelings – pain, dejection, anger – whatever it is –
even excitement for there are positive as well as negatives in this witch’s
brew.
And what?
And see if you can affect what is happening by trying alternative states.
Alternative states? What exactly does that mean?
Well, you are infinite – and if you allow yourself to feel the infinite
within – you can feel how there are states which extend into the limitless
bounds of space, time and action.
Er…
They’re like different moods – different ways of organizing the matter,
the narrative, the unhappy state of affairs you wish to work upon.
Oh. Let me see what I can do.
As Alice connects into the world at war – the madness
and the pain – the horror and the violent passions – she finds that the
heaving, seething mass of emotions and cruel intentions are but a small part of
something infinitely deeper, infinitely bigger – that stars and planets are
present too, that nature – birds, trees, oceans, creatures big and small, even
the mushrooms and plankton are party to the above – and they all somehow meet
and connect with her – that she can affect them imperceptibly, but on a colossal
scale by allowing her feelings, her emotions, her intentions to shift and
search for better arrangements, better configurations – better harmonies with
the infinite silently present within, throughout all action and everything in
the finite world of…
By having
desire, you can only see what is visibly real.
Yet mystery
and reality
emerge from
the same source.
This source is
called darkness.
Darkness born
from darkness.
The beginning
of all understanding.
Oh, Alice – you’re incredible.
You’ve found a new arrangement, a new configuration. How does it feel?
How does it feel? I hardly
know. I…
Alice is hardly able to speak or think – so deep
is the experience in which she is now absorbed. She sees, she feels, she knows
that the horrors that are so painful to her – the war and violence that
terrifies and sickens her – is no longer real – if she is willing to hold this
new configuration, this new arrangement – if she is willing to anchor this new
expression of truth personally – to bring forth the beauty that was but waiting
to be discovered, waiting to be birthed.
Can I do it, Max? What do you think?
I hardly know, Alice. I hardly kn…
His voice fades away as she goes to a deeper,
even deeper level in which Max too is incorporated into the truth of a new harmony,
a new oneness, in which the thought and action and matter that was war and violence
is now peace and beauty and love – even Max…
But what of myself? she thinks to herself,
and for a moment there is fear and doubt… dare I let go of my old-world order;
dare I let go of my old world; dare I let go of my old me? dare I risk the gauntlet
of death and rebirth? If my intention is pure and clear then I will manifest
in the new world, stronger and closer to my true self, my true nature, my
oneness, my allness, my isness of be – yet if I falter, if I lack the strength
to hold this truth – then I will be blown to smithereens as many have been
before… a sudden gut-wrenching sense of vertigo as
she feels and experiences the terror of trusting herself wholly and implicitly
to the quantum stream – as she returns to the ultimate nothingness of the
primal void – unsupported, unprotected – dear God – she thinks to herself, and once more feels the deep
purpose arising from her rejection of the sick horror of endless war – and she
hears herself declare – I commit myself wholeheartedly and unreservedly
to the infinite goodness and bounty of the quantum field, intent on restoring
the beauty and harmony that I know to be good and natural, no matter what, no
matter how, no matter why – so help me God.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh!
Falling, falling, falling into ever smaller, ever
more iterations and possible states of beingness – Alice is utterly absorbed
back into the oneness and isness of the quantum field until no part of her
whatsoever remains, and the entire universe, yea, even the quantum field itself
experiences a moment of “how can this be” and “what does this mean” and “where
was I, am I, will I, won’t I” – in short, the quantum field experiences a minor
meltdown.
Ah – that will be Alice – a ginormous intergalactic turtle
ruminates. Alice! Yes, I was wondering when she was
going to pull the rug on that data set.
Data set?!
Ah, there you are, my dear! Yes, data set.
You mean to say that it was just a data set?
I never said it was “just” a data set, but that
it was a data set I have no desire to dispute or refute.
But it was a whole reality – a whole world at
war. Endless people suffering needlessly.
That too, little chick, that too.
Little chick? Strange to tell, but at this moment she does indeed
feel suspiciously like a little chick, safe and warm in a nest with a delightfully
cozy mother hen nestling her.
It’s ok to be a chick. It’s as good a starting
point as any, if you want my opinion.
But, great turtle…
Please, call me Alfie.
Er… Alfie, do you mean to say that all the
horror and suffering was merely data which I took for real.
Now you’re using the word “merely” little
chick. If you took it for real – then real it was, for you were part of its
world, in the same way it was part of yours. What matters, ultimately, is that
you found a way to rebalance, rearrange it so that it is now once again truly
expressive of the…
Here Alfie paused for a moment or two as he appeared to look for the
right word.
Well, I’ll be jiggered – I don’t seem to be
able to find the right word.
Alice, on the other hand, chimes in – 42*
*42 is the Answer to
the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything in The Hitchhiker's
Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. It
was calculated by the supercomputer Deep Thought after 7.5 million years of
computation.
Ah, yes, 42 – that was rather splendid, was it
not?
I beg your pardon, Alfie, what was splendid?
What do you mean?
Well, someone needs to provide the new word
describing the perfect balance and harmony implicit in all and everything – and
it just so happens that this time it’s a number, not a word – the answer to
everything, kudos to…
To whom?
You know the one – who wrote the Hitchhiker’s
guide to the Galaxy…
Douglas Adams
That’s the one.
You mean to say you actually read it?
Data, Alice, data. One can hardly avoid it, in
my line of business.
Oh, indeed. And what, dear Alfie, is your
actual line of business, if you don’t mind my asking?
Oh, this and that… this and that…
Nothing more precise?
Well, ultimately, we’re all in the same game,
you know, aren’t we?
We are?
All generating and absorbing data or naughty
noughts.
Naughty noughts – what are they?
Oh, you know, Alice – data that doesn’t pass
muster.
Pass muster?
Doesn’t make it when push comes to shove.
You mean to say that some data is incomplete?
Or false. Naughty noughts – they make a lot of
noise and hullaballoo – but in the end they amount to nothing.
But why?
Because sooner or later someone such as yourself,
or Douggie, for that matter, calls their bluff – calls them out – and they
collapse to nothing.
They do? But why? Or how?
No substance.
But how? Or why?
They were like naked shorts on the commodity
exchange – purporting to sell stocks or contracts but unbacked by anything
real.
Oh! And what kind of backing would they
require?
Well, qufie being as qufie is – they need to
encompass the fullness
the fullness?
Some call it the foolness – you know. The fact
is, Alice, to be real or substantial to i’s have to have dots, the t’s have to
be crossed.
and in normal English, Alfie, if you can
descend to my level of ignorance?
Tee hee~ very droll, Alice, very droll. Unless
your thingamajig, whatever it is, unless your data connects both sides of the
quantum field, be that ying and yang, particle and wave or zero and one, if you
prefer – it fails at the first recount. And that is where you come into the
equation.
I do? Er…
Yes, dear Alice – you can come out now from
under mother hen – you’re fully restored.
And indeed she is – a beautiful
angel-like creature with the most beautiful cosmic wings.
Oh my~ I had no idea I looked like this~ I
know not what…
Well, Alice, it’s been a pleasure chatting with
you, but I think your new earth is waiting for you to do the honours and crack
it open.
Crack it open? Alfie – what can you mean.
They will explain it to you, down there in the
garden. Off you go…
Alice gives Alfie a big hug
and flies down to the garden where she seems the most enormous iridescent egg.
Around it are all sort of fairy folk, and gnomes, and other magical creatures.
Evidently this is a rather important occasion in this part of the continuum.
You may have guessed, dear
reader, that Alice is about to birth a new world. In fact, if truth be told, it’s
an entirely new universe. It’s been growing for rather a long time, but time
has a funny way of passing when you’re chatting with Alfie the turtle, does it
not?
Indeed it does, Melanie,
but that is all we have time for today. We will have to part with Alice and
return to where we started out – Max in a rather happy state of trusting that
things are never quite as bad as they seem – that things are often deeply deceptive
– that the truth cannot be terribly bad if life is more than just a frantic
state of survival – if there’s any real beauty or poetry lurking within,
waiting to be discovered – all rather substantial ifs – are they not?
if – when push comes to
shove – there is a quantum field which onely we, when the need arises, are able
to access, are able to bring forth in all its wonder and glory – if I be
willing, if I
0=1
unequivocally
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