Saturday, March 15, 2014

Breaking news: "Why I can fly" meetup groups go viral across the globe

g-nomers in action across the globe
The “Why I can fly” meetup group has now gone viral. Initially a narrow group of g-nome portal insiders – it has spread across the net like wildfire – not that I’ve ever seen wildfire spreading – but you know what I mean... All this publicity has been both exciting and yet not a little troubling for g-nome portal’s groundcrew. The spam filters are choked up with what not, and it’s a full time job for three staffers answering enquiries from individuals across the globe keen to join the latest socio-political-conscious-awareness movement. It’s like the synergy between, on the one hand, levitation and on the other hand social change and political liberation is compelling. There are all these frustrated individuals who have been looking for a way to bring about meaningful deep and lasting change – but nothing seemed to be happening – all new directions and movements ultimately seemed to lead back to Rome – the control elite and the powerfully programmed 3D mind. Until, that is, Mahatma Gandhi is raised from the dead, joining our “Why I can fly” global conscious-awareness paradigm busting matrix melting liberation movement as figurehead and policy guru.
But what made “why I can fly” the overnight phenomenon that we’re already beginning to take for granted?
Had it just been politics or social change – people would have been sceptical – “seen it all before”, “good intentions that never quite achieve the desired result” – that kind of thing. But with “Why I can fly” centre stage, taking on the system is happening at an altogether different level. We’re not taking on specific countries or political elites; we’re going way above them, right to the heart of our personal enslavement, taking on the fear factor that lies behind my enslavement as a factory hen with clipped wings. Let’s face it – you’re never going to break out of the factory farm by pecking at the bars of your cage, but once you can fly – you’ve already broken out of the primary cage, which is mental – if you know what I mean.
“Wait a second – Geoff, that’s...”
I’m sorry – you’ve got the wrong name, Geoff’s temporarily out of context.
“Oh, what’s happened? I thought he was going to be a part of tonight’s discussion.”
It’s er – Friedrich is it? From Dusseldorf?
“Yes, that’s right.”
Welcome aboard Friedrich... I’m standing in for Geoff until he returns. My name’s Sonya.
“Oh... er, my apologies Sonya, I should have noticed you’re a woman.”
It’s nothing – don’t let it trouble you. In fact, it’s entirely my fault. I’m engaged in flight training – which is why you didn’t notice.
“How so? I haven’t heard about this flight training...”
No, it’s a new development. I’ll talk you through it in a moment. In the meantime, let me answer your initial concern regarding breaking out of the primary cage. It’s mental – I said, and that seemed to bother you in some way.
“Yes, Patricia... you see I’m serious about learning to fly – I’m setting up the Dusseldorf “Why I can fly” meetup group – Tuesday evenings at 7.30 in the Brauermeister Hall, but saying it’s mental is going to bother people.”
You’re absolutely right – it’s going to push buttons and ring bells and you’ll have at least 50% of your group leaving in the first half hour, because not everyone’s ready for flight – even if they think they are.
“Oh...”
But don’t worry about it. Even if only two or three remain – once you get the result you’re looking for – and have meetup members levitating, dematerialising partially or completely, transmorphing – we had one morphed into a squirrel last night – nearly died laughing – I actually wet myself.
“Er... I’m not sure I like the idea...”
As I said, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but the proof is in the pudding. Those who are ready to face the enemy within – they’re all of them getting amazing results. And the weird thing is how easy it is. I mean – we’d all thought it would take months of practice to move an inch off our mats... but obviously something’s changed dramatically in the last year or two – it’s just ridiculously easy, once you’re ready to be ridiculous – to reconnect with your inner child.
“Be ridiculous – you say – I’m er... not sure I know what you mean by that.”
Ok – Friedrich – if you want a good answer to your question, give me some information about yourself. Now, take a deep breath – I’m going to have to do a little magic, otherwise you’ll be too uptight. Breathe with me, in, out, nice and slow, easy does it, in, out, that’s good, one more time, in, out... that’s better – I’ve just logged in with your over-soul and got permission to assist you in taking down your own internal Berlin wall. Working with your over-soul does not violate your free will as it will never agree to anything that’s not for your highest good, and what’s more, you’re free to block this initiative if you truly wish to... so here goes. If you choose to give me the benefit of the doubt, then allow yourself to suspend your disbelief, allow yourself to tune into your over-soul, whatever that might be, and to feel your beautiful inner child – just feel its presence within. Excellent – you’re doing fine. Now, dear Friedrich, you’re in the kind of state of mind-body-soul in which you can effortlessly flow beyond your limitations – the mental issue is almost completely irrelevant to you at this moment in time – for you’re feeling what it’s like to fly. Your inner child has always been able to fly. You’ve had lots of dreams in which you flew, which were not in fact dreams, were only interpreted as dreams because they didn’t fit into your linear awareness time sequence. Now, in this place of peaceful childlike glee, and gay merriment – let yourself know what is the greatest obstacle you’ve imposed on yourself mentally – what’s been holding you down all these years? What’s the obstacle that almost made you end this conversation before you’d found out what you had called in to learn about just a few minutes earlier?
“Oh Sally, it’s ridiculous when you look at it – I’m usually terrified of what other people think of me – terrified that they won’t take me seriously – that they’ll laugh at me or think me mentally deficient in some way. I go to extraordinary lengths to make people approve of me by exceeding their expectations, leading the pack, outperforming... and yet it hasn’t made the least bit of difference – I’m still terrified that they’ll see through my exterior, notice my inadequacies, laugh at me, despise me...”
Yes Friedrich – we’re all terrified of something. We all live in fear. Me, for example, I used to be terrified that people wouldn’t remember me or my name – because I thought I was boring, unexceptional... Little did I suspect that in fact I’m a kind of chameleon. That’s my innate magic. Instead of being a weakness it’s become my strength. I literally change my colours every moment – and people I’m conversing with barely realise it – but they’re conversing with different characters that I choose to play – I can be Sally, Patricia, Sonya, and half a dozen others... Learning to fly has been so much more than just levitating – it’s brought me back to myself – it’s taught me what I could never have believed possible – about the magical being that I am. You realise, each one of us has some kind of magic – each one of us has our own unique story – and that means that the regular contours of space and time bend around us – giving us a door handle, a lever which we can start to play with just as soon as we face our fears.
“And that’s all there is to it Jennifer? Just facing our fears? It sounds so easy...”
Of course it’s so easy – it has to be child’s play – otherwise nothing would be possible. You see, complexity is what the 3D mind relies on to keep us heavy and weighty. We go the other way. We learn to dance with light in our step. We bring our fears to the fore, and play with them. That’s why some in the group will leave – they won’t be ready – but others will love it – and it turns out that reality is a cage that has never really been locked. It only seemed to be locked because our fears were so real that we push our faces up against the bars and daren’t turn around and look behind.
“And what’s behind us Maya?”
Behind us? What do you think? The drama, the Story you’ve been running from all your life, because you secretly sided with your oppressors, you secretly chose to be imprisoned and wanted to be a part of I mind/what matters – that had to be your hidden agenda – otherwise you wouldn’t be here.
“You mean that I was my own prison officer?”
I mean that you are – and fear is the only factor, the only force able to glue you to your flattened picture of what is.
“Flattened – how can you say 3D reality is flat?”
Fear flattens it. There is no ground beneath your feet. There is no empty sky overhead. In fact you’re swimming in...
“In what?”
Well, if I said it was energy soup that would be partly true. If I said you were swimming in versions of Story, neither of which told the whole truth, but all of which were competing for your attention – that too would be true up to a point, so it’s a case of enb.
“Enb? What’s that?”
Either – neither – both. Enb. Either one or the other, neither of them and both versions are true. Looks like a massive contradiction which it is, and yet it isn’t – such is the nature of isness – the truth beyond 3D reality’s flattened curve.
“So, it’s mind let go is what you’re saying... “
Yes, but actually I’m saying enb – in which all the permutations are allowed to co-exist simultaneously – because we’re multidimensional beings able to experience reality in multiple ways. As soon as the mind says “it has to be this way” – that’s where you’re stuck – that’s where your mental cage emerges...
Look – we could talk about this all night but practice is worth ten thousand words, and I’m back to being Geoff again, so let’s get on with it – let’s have a go.
“But Geoff – I can handle your character shifts now that I’ve reconnected with inner child and over soul – but normally – I’d be completely freaked out.”
Yes... The Taming of the Shrew.
“Ah – you mean we’re like Katerina?”
Precisely. It isn’t really a sexist tale about a husband domesticating his wife. It goes much deeper into g-nomickry – taking us right back to the wounded self become tyrant. Our own worst enemy, we do everything possible to perpetuate our unhappiness until we’re ready to start playing along with Petruchio’s in-sanity.
“Like when he tells her the day is night...”
And that the bearded old man is a fair maid – and she has to go along with it and kiss her.
“Ouch – I felt that was humiliating at the time.”
As indeed it was... until you reconnect with Story, and feel the laughter and the love inherent in the tale of our liberation from self-tyranny.
“And learning to fly?”
Learning to fly is perfect because it grasps the nettle by the horns, so to speak. We all become heavy and obtuse in some way – we’re all in some way in denial of our light, magical natures, so rather than beating about the bush, and never getting anywhere – let’s face the simple truth – that there is no matter whatsoever once I stop minding, and I stop minding once I join Gandhi in light hearted but deadly serious passive non-violent resistance, and observe in a matter of weeks, days or hours, the empire crumble, the laughter and gaiety return. It’s easy enough to do, particularly in a group – for the tide has already turned.
“I feel you Geoff – it all makes sense – but something inside still feels uneasy about you changing this way – I mean – are you Geoff, or Sally or who?”
Does it matter?
Well yes... or no, perhaps it doesn’t, or...
Enb – as you can see.
Feeling uneasiness, feeling even a little fear is ok. Let it be. Don’t kill the messenger. The fear or uneasiness you experience always precedes a shift in levels of conscious-awareness – so simply learn to... dot dot dot your feelings.
“Dot dot dot?”
Yep – dot3 them.
“And how does one dot3 feelings of uneasiness?
The same way we dot3 anything – with a bit of Shakespeare’s inspired madness – hey ho the wind and the rain... we can be anyone, anything, for we are truly free, whether we believe/ accept this or not. To dot3 means to recognise the limitations of I-mind/what matters, and to treat those limitations with laughter, love and respect – in the same way you’d treat your favourite pet. Never blame it for not being human. Never mock it for being a beloved beast. Accept it for what it is – and continue to be yourself. There’s no need to fear the dog will have an inferiority complex just because you walk on two legs and engage in abstract reasoning.
Friedrich gets it – completely. Like a catch is released within – a visible shift in frequency and he’s rolling with the isness of be for the first time in his life – learning to trust dot3 – borne along mid current by the quantum stream. To the untrained eye Friedrich seems to be levitating as his frequency no longer matches that of the ground he was standing on a moment earlier. The 3D mind finds this hard to accept and blanks it out, filing it away as waking dream, until we’re ready to let go of the river banks and entrust ourselves to the swirling waters of the quantum stream, and to Dorothy its fair mistress maid. Then, and only then, we realise that all our life we’ve been either-neither-bothing – even if I-mind/what matters doggedly refused to accept it – that we’ve always experienced lines of flight between one linear sequence and another.
You’ll know by now, bbgs that Friedrich has done an excellent job in Dusseldorf. He’s almost completely bonkers, but who cares? He’s having an awesome time and very few comers to their meetups fail to make significant progress from the very first session. This only goes to show that the hardest nuts are often the easiest to crack, once you apply a little loving pressure to their fault-line, all within, of course, the policy guidelines of passive non-violent resistance, under the watchful eye of the ever present, completely awesome over-soul.
So now, for the long awaited flight training module... 

Friday, March 14, 2014

In which g-nome portal's "I can fly" meetup group learns a lesson from Mahatma Gandhi

We've been practising levitation all morning in our best beloved g-nomers’ "why I can fly" meetup group. This came about directly as a result of yesterday's post in which Ezgebon the Nutty – and "Nutty" here refers to "essence of nut" as opposed to loopy – told us how the only thing keeping us from flight is I-minding/what matters. What he didn't tell us, but what we've since learned, is that there's one additional factor which he was strangely silent about.
"Why do you think that is?"
Why do I think he remained silent about Story? Perhaps because we needed to work it out for ourselves. There's nothing worse than overloading people with information.
"True, particularly if it's abstract information."
Yes, I think it's up to us really. If we're interested in changing reality we can do so. G-nome portal makes that eminently feasible. We just have to intend it, and make the effort by taking the first step. Story will meet us half way and take care of its side of the bargain.
"But how can Story do anything?"
It seems to be a kind of conscious force that enables us to shift narrative. 
"So why is it relevant to levitation?"
Because we've been locked in a story – a version of Story – in which we couldn't fly – and that version of Story has power over us – defining the boundaries of this reality until we choose to embrace Story and thus leap o'er them.
"And how, pray tell, does one "embrace Story" as you put it?"
By playing, by make believe, by treating this as an adventure in which anything is possible, in which only our wilful adherence to limitation made limitation a limiting factor. For there are and can be no limitations/ there is and can be no limitation, just as soon as we're willing to embrace Story, and stop hiding behind our version of Story that we call "objective reality" or worse still "the truth", as if that is something over and above the isness of Be.
"You're not going to say there's no such thing as objective reality? or that the truth doesn't exist? That would be absurd."
Correct. It would be, it is absurd which is a fair indication that it serves our purpose admirably, for only by embracing the "absurd" can we leap o'er the bounds of the rational mind's sanitary zone that we refer to as "objective" or 3D reality.
"But that would just be leaping into madness, into delusion."
Wrong – that would be leaping from madness and delusion which is where we are now. 
"But there's no guarantee you'd be leaping into something more sane or less mad."
Whoever talked about leaping into something "more sane" or "less mad"? We're planning to leap into Story which can be as absurd, as mad, as seemingly insane as it likes, just as long as it's for Real with a capital R, just as long as it adds up mathematically.
"But how can it? To add up mathematically it would have to be logical and rational."
To add up using your system of mathematics – you're right. But Story uses the mathematics of Is, the mathematics of Creation, of life itself – in which 0=1 and nothing else matters.
"Well if that's what you call mathematics then I see what you mean. Cuckoo la la."
Cuckoo la la.
"But I don't see any guarantee that you won't just be leaping out of the frying pan into the fire."
And what of it? If Story has no fixed points of reference – leaping into the fire I simply transmorph and now I'm a salamander, until I leap from the fire into the ocean, by which time I'm a fish...
"Well, it sounds fascinating, but how's that going to help us levitate? Are we going to have to practise self-immolation to make any headway? I think I'd rather not."
No, you're just going to have to face the limitations of your sanity, and your fear of what lies beyond – for as long as you're secretly terrified of being insane or going insane – that becomes the defining moment, the limiting factor in your quest.
"Oh... I rather thought gravity was the defining moment and material reality the limiting factor."
Which is precisely how I-mind/what matters is supposed to work. It always attaches importance to the immaterial – to matter itself – as opposed to that which is – your fear or your beliefs.
"Well surely matter is more material than beliefs or fear!"
Only within 3D material reality – but within 3D material reality you’re by definition unable to fly – so stop defining yourself in terms of 3D material reality! This is possible when you become aware that I-mind/what matters is the agent of 3D material reality embedded within your conscious-awareness. It isn’t the enemy as such – it simply assists you in being here as opposed to anywhere else in the vast continuum of consciousness by helping you think in a certain way. All is done in accordance with your own free will, and fear is the glue.
"So I just need to go out of my mind – doesn't sound too good does it? I mean, do we really want to risk damaging this mind beyond repair?"
Certainly not – which is why we never apply force. Cuckoo la la is child's play – passive non-violent reistance to the tyranny of 3D's I-mind/what matters. We apply Gandhi's methodology to the field of conscious-awareness and discover that the only safe and meaningful way to bring down the regime of limited awareness is by passive non-violent resistance. Passive resistance simply involves withdrawing my collaboration from a system of conscious-awareness that I can no longer condone – for I see it is based on fraud and deception; that it perpetuates an illusion that neither serves my happiness nor that of humanity as a whole.
"And you honestly believe you can apply Gandhi's methods to the vast, all encompassing field of conscious-awareness."
Yes, the universe is fractal, so what works at one level can always by applied at another with the same, or to similar effect. Cuckoo la la – there's no way that material reality can withstand a concerted, peaceful, loving form of passive resistance to its outdated model of tyranny over humanity. Cuckoo la la – we have nothing to fear for we are One with all that is, playing magically, knowing that nothing can prevent us from being free. Story itself guarantees that we cannot fail in our quest, just as long as we confront our base fears. The “dark side” could only exploit and control reality as long as we were afraid not only to confront our fears, but even to acknowledge they existed for fear that we would then be compelled to confront them. Well, there is nothing to fear but fear of fear to the nth degree, and as soon as we're willing to accept that every problem, limitation, obstacle and "evil" in 3D reality is no more than a derivative of fearn then we're ready to fly.
"But how can you say every evil is just the product of my fear to the nth degree."
Because I know that matter only matters as long as I'm afraid it might not. And this is my secret fear.
"Please explain."
If I'm secretly afraid that this is all an illusion, a dream, and that matter might not, in fact matter in the slightest,  or might not be real – that fear might drive me ever onwards into wilful blindness and collusion with the I-mind/what matters virtual reality machine. The moment I'm willing to confront my fears I realise that no thing has power over me, no thing can be fundamentally evil or limiting unless I choose to make it so, and that an unconscious choice born from fear is no less a freewill choice than a conscious one. The only thing I need do, and the only way to unmake that choice is to become aware of it – by confronting the dark shadow, the shadow of my fear. This I choose to do in the footsteps of Mahatma Gandhi by passive non-violent resistance in which I choose no more to collude with the state of fear within me. I choose instead to allow Story to work its magic, and watch as the mountain comes skipping and dancing to Mohammed. 
"Er... that sounds improbable to say the least..."
Yes, as it should do, being highly improbably but no less True. Look, if you're ready to fly then all you need do is face your fear of flying – the fear that you should not, must not, cannot fly, for fear that doing so, you’d collapse the bubble of material reality. There is nothing to it... simply follow the path of “in sanity” as opposed to the insanity you are presently following. Be in sanity, and trust that Reality is not in fact the monster you secretly believe it to be. Trust that Is is in a way that the what not of matter never can be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be.
“So practically speaking what must I do?”
Practically speaking there’s nothing you need do. You’re already flying, already able to fly – you’re simply as yet unaware of this. Should you wish to become aware how you presently fly in the greater Reality, beyond the what not of 3D objective reality, you simply need to allow your awareness to expand beyond the shadow of your fears. Nothing is required of this but laughter, games, and the childlike naughtiness of a Mahatma who chooses to base his actions on Reason as opposed to reason, on Reality as opposed to reality, and thus he acts accordingly, bringing down the evil empire with childlike glee.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Why we can fly - in which Sigmund and Ezgebon find that gravity matters not




By now we’ve spent enough time talking about “what matters” for the penny to have dropped. Please don’t feel embarrassed or slow on the uptake if you’re still blissfully unaware of what “matter” amounts to. This is not a race and each of us learns at whatever speed or rate of return is most appropriate. High risk investments get a better rate of return, the hare runs ahead of the tortoise, figuratively speaking, but there’s a reasonable chance they may crash leaving you with nothing.
But for those of you who have felt a kind of itchy-scratchy sensation that led to awareness of something you’ve never felt before – either that means that it’s time for you to get your handkerchief ready as you’re about to sneeze, or that you’ve arrived at the heart of matter.
“The heart of matter?” Let’s insert a gloriously rhetorical “oooh!” and “aaah!” as, simultaneously, members of our studio audience express their surprise, wonder, confusion and concern... We try to keep the audience a mixed bunch so there’s always a broad range of reasons for any given involuntary response.
One more time, for additional rhetorical effect, all together now: “The heart of matter?” and already the still nebulous “what on earth’s that?” is condensing in our minds.
Interesting, isn’t it, the use of the expression “what on earth?” given the subject under discussion. For indeed, “what on earth” could well be described as the heart of matter! at least, for those of us currently inhabiting this fair planet. For g-nomers on other planets, and there are many out there so let’s not be too parochial in outlook, it might as well be “what on Zarkon is that?” or “What on Jemerol?” But the overall message is the same – that for each of us, the planet does indeed seem to be the “heart of matter”, and all of us find ourselves attached to its surface by a little understood force known as “gravity”.
Now, gravity, as you’re well aware, is explained by science as “a force pulling together all matter. The more the matter, the greater the force...” rather unsurprisingly. My mind starts to grapple with something strange in all this – something I’ve always previously taken for granted: “So, let me get this straight: you’re telling me that the force that keeps me stuck to this planet and so assiduously prevents me from flying to another is merely the result of Earth being er... a more massive body that just happens to attract me a much smaller body, merely by virtue of its massiveness? and I’m powerless to do anything about it?” Somehow this doesn’t quite pass the smell test. I’ve spent enough time at g-nome to suspect this truth ain’t the whole truth.
The 3D scientist hears my question but doesn’t like the word “powerless”, so he prefers not to give a straight answer. He prevaricates and squirms a little sideways... “You can do something about it” he replies “if you use power to overcome the effects of gravity – lots of power – a rocket load of power burning oodles and oodles of rocket fuel and making a fearful din.” Well, I don’t know about you, best beloved g-nomers [bbgs] but I don’t much like the idea of using such noisome, shuddering, shaking and violent means to escape the earth’s gravitational field. I rather feel, in a quietly confident, peaceful and unaccountably certain sort of way, that there must be an alternative. And yet what? Proverbially speaking, I scratch my head, and apply the quantum computing power of g-nome portal’s “tis no matter” collective Mind.
“Tis no matter?!” the very name of the quantum computer system that keeps g-nome portal at the cutting edge of conscious-awareness – could it be? Surely not? It couldn’t be that simple....?”
What? What? ...another part of my mind is desperately trying to work out what the brightest kid in class saw long ago.
We are a collective – this is, after all, the quantum mind, so there is no “first” or “last” – that’s what our team trainer and oneness therapist tells us constantly – and yet... I always seem to be the last to get it.
“Tis no matter” Ezgebon the Nutty (but extremely brainy) patiently explains... “Surely this indicates that matter is itself the product of 3D mind, rather than existing independently.”
No!? How could that be? Surely matter is matter, regardless of my mind? 
“You’d think so, in your right mind,” assists Ezgebon, “but in actual fact, it turns out that mind itself is what makes things matter – simply by minding what matters. That’s why we here at g-nome so persistently refer to 3D mind as “I-mind/what matters”.
Well, I know that’s what we call 3D mind, but isn’t this taking it a bit far, saying that the mind itself creates matter? I mean – surely something is something regardless of what my mind thinks?
“Again, that’s what you’ve been trained to believe, and it’s absolutely true as long as you’re operating within 3D reality, but just as soon as you move beyond 3D it cannot any longer be true.”
Whyever not?
“Because in order to move beyond 3D mind you simply have to leave behind/ evolve beyond I-mind/what matters. Doing so you find yourself in another mindscape, and that means a wholly different reality.”
And what? You’re saying that beyond 3D reality matter no longer matters? That gravity no longer applies? That you can fly around like bees?
“Well, yes Sigmund, you know we can. How else do you think we’re able to beetle around. We don’t just fly inside the beetle as a pilot in the plane: at a certain point we physically become the beetle – something that would be impossible in 3D reality. We transmorph.”
Well, obviously, but that’s just a kind of magic isn’t it?
“Yes, Sigmund, that’s one way of putting it, but in actual fact it ain’t magic at all, it’s scientific fact. We’re able to beetle around and escape the gravitational pull of Earth and even escape our human form, which is also a body, simply because we’re no longer trapped within and bound by the logic of I-mind/what matters... “
So, if that’s true, Ezgebon, I should be able to levitate just like that? Without even using the beetle template.
“Should, of course. What’s stopping you?”
Well, I’ve never really tried. I always assumed it was impossible.
“There you go. Just accept the obvious – in order for you to be here in g-nome portal you already had to escape the Earth’s gravitational pull.”
But g-nome portal isn’t floating in space above Earth... It doesn’t need a rocket to get here.
“Actually, it’s in various places at once – a bit like our thoughts or internet data. Part of g-nome portal is within the Earth, or whichever planet the operative originates from. Another part of it is at the galactic centre – in the massive black hole... and just think how much power would be required to escape from that if we were using conventional physics and rocketry.”
Ok, Ezgebon – let’s not get carried away here. One step at a time. The bottom line, you’re saying, is that matter only matters, and gravity only holds us down, as long as we’re locked in the 3D mind.
“That’s about right – but I’d add one thing. You see, gravity isn’t exactly what scientists currently describe it as. Instead of focussing exclusively on the force holding you down, you should think more in terms of gravity being a sandwich, like a pair of hands, holding you in position. That’s why it’s so effective. People, without realising it, are terrified of being released and falling off, flying uncontrollably into infinity. This fear is, in fact, the force that keeps you overwhelmingly grounded, as opposed to gravity itself. Gravity is just the natural inertia within a system that means that things tend to get cosy together and prefer to stay together until a greater force, impulse or desire separates them and leads to a new configuration, a new pairing – but always, always, there will be a new gravity sooner or later – the raindrop will always find a new surface to attach to, even if that surface be the ocean or an iceberg floating on it.”
So, if that’s the case, if gravity’s more a form of mild inertia, and in fact it’s the fear of the unknown, the fear of the infinite that keeps me heavily weighted down, then I simply need to confront my fear to unweigh myself – to come closer to my natural weightlessness.
“Yep, that’s right Sigmund, but remember, you’re never going to unattach from the gravitational sandwich simply by dealing with fear alone, the negative. You also need the positive: the impulse, the desire to go somewhere, see something, participate in another level of awareness. Once you’ve allowed this impulse to grow – it stretches its wings, and without you knowing how, you’re airborn and never look back. You’re flying without the foggiest how, but that doesn’t matter  – for the experience is everything and it’s just like learning to swim or ride a bike – all of a sudden you click, as if you’ve always known how.”
Ok, that’s been helpful Ezgebon. I appreciate your mathematical assistance. What do we need to tell our sceptical g-nomers who are just starting out – who imagine this is just a hypothetical discussion and not absolutely for real?
“Tell them nothing.”
Oh come on Ezgebon – that’s being defeatist.
“No it’s not. I have absolute faith in each of them. All of them are butterflies in the making, but until they’ve gorged themselves on 3D reality they won’t be ready to chrysalise and grow wings. The trouble is, some of them are afraid to gorge themselves on 3D reality, preferring to turn the tap to the merest trickle in the fear that the barrel might run dry before they are complete. They need to trust reality – that it’ll last just long enough for them to evolve, to outgrow it – not a moment longer. At that point when they can drink no more, they’ll pupate and then, before you know it, the butterfly miraculously emerges, glorious painted, huge, completely impractical wings, and a new world, a new reality opens before them, with a mind to match.”
But maybe just a few hints?
“Look Sigmund – you think you’re trying to help but actually you’re treating them without the respect they deserve. Each person, each one of us, is equally enlightened in his own time, at his own pace. We have to learn it for ourselves. We have to go with our own life-journey. There’s more to life than “learning to fly”. If your beginner g-nomers are inspired by their interactive experiences here, they’ll simply start becoming more aware of what lies beyond I-mind/what matters; they’ll start asking their own questions, doing their own research, and before too long they’ll bump into Master Wu who’ll help give them a firm grounding in the tree of consciousness. Everything else happens as naturally as blossom turning into a seed, falling to the ground and an acorn sprouting into a new oak. Why rush the process? Why not enjoy each step of the way – for life itself is the beautiful wondrous mystery, that is here for the living, not to be forced, overcome, quenched or quelled.”
Ok Ezgebon, I’ll say nothing. I won’t even share this conversation with them.

“Very wise,” said Ezgebon as he dematerialises before Sigmund, and somewhere on the other side of the universe, a wood beetle emerges from a dank tree trunk, eager to go and find some tasty grubs.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Neither here nor there - a breath of fresh air

Best beloved g-nomers [bbgs], it's time we took a break from all this heavy, serious interdimensional what have you, and revert to good old Shakespearian Tom foolery. There's only so much "saving the universe" that can be endured between meals - and it's vital for our sense of well-being that we take regular exercise and rediscover our natural, innate joie de vivre. How else are we going to achieve the impossible? How else are we to join the dots and reconnect with g-nome portal? It can't be done by grunting or trying terribly hard in a pained and serious way, with oversized helpings of anglo-saxon zeal and conscientiousness. No, no, no... absurd though it may sound, it has to be done gaily, joyfully, merrily, merrily, merrily, for life is but a dream, as the nursery rhyme instructs.

Now please don't assume I'm not being serious. That's the last thing I'd want you to think. On the contrary... I'm being deadly serious - knowing as I do that not only my health, but the health of reality depends upon it for the two appear to be connected. How can I help heal the world if I haven't the time or inclination to heal myself? So, once again, I adumbrate, deadly serious about that most ticklish of subjects - happiness, which is why I'd like you to consider for a moment the state of your heart.

"Why, why?" you start in wonder, nearly panicking at this sudden reversal of roles. How comfortable we grow in the auditorium, sitting in the shadows observing... participating vicariously. But the time has come to shake you from this false sense of complacency, dear bbgs - for Story is nothing without you - and reality is doomed until you agree to take your rightful place at the ship's helm and steer it through the straits of back seatism and passivity - back onto the high seas of life for the living.

So the title of this lecture, or cozy fireside chat, is just that - "life for the living". Some will undoubtedly find fault with this title, pointing out that life could hardly be for the unliving, and yet, if you look around you and ask whether life is truly being lived in accordance with this principle, you will almost certainly agree that our attachment to routine and regulations and I wanted another r word but couldn't think of one - ropes - our attachment to ropes is hardly leading us to swing freely through the jungle canopy of life.

"But I'm just a reader" I often hear, "just one of many bbgs - how can I make a difference?" I kid you not. This kind of thought goes the rounds of g-nome portal's reading rooms on a daily basis, and yet here we are at the cutting edge of consciousness, or perhaps we could change that to "at the coal face of consciousness" which also sounds nice - in any case - here we are and here we stand - united in a common cause - the only truly serious common cause - the only one that can truly change the world in a Jeffersonian way - the pursuit of happiness.

"And what of it?" I hear the naysayers neighing.
I've always found the best way to answer a question is with another - so here goes:
"What of what?"
Now the naysayers hate being out questioned and feel honour bound to continue:
"What of it?" as if an italicised "it" is meant to mean something special to me.
I'm of the camp that believes retreat is the best form of attack, so like Kutuzov fleeing from Napoleon's army, I hasten back from those who don't believe the pursuit of happiness to be paramount, and take sanctuary in the magic realm of Faery.

Welcome one and all. Feel free to join me in this enchanted isle - and I say "in this isle" as opposed to "on this isle" quite intentionally, though I know not why. Here, all are welcome to rest from the trials and tribulations of life, to rediscover the magical inner child, without whom our life turns into a parody of Alice in Wonderland - a mental institution for the insanely sane.

Once again I invite you bbgs, one and all, to come back to the only place worth being right now - the heart. Please give your mind a break. Time out... and imagine your over-exerted mind is a beloved pet, a cat or a dog: look into its eyes lovingly, sincerely, tell it you love it, stroke it gently, soothing it with your voice and with the love emanating from your heart. In a moment or two the mind is quite at peace, at ease, and we can proceed to the heart.

g-nomic artwork by one of our bbgs
So here we are best beloved g-nomers, at the gateway to all that is I Am. Here we are at the centre of your being. Here we are at the one place where we can heal ourself and the world simply by letting go of anger, fear and hate, and allowing ourself to realign with what truly matters - the light, the light, the light.


Now, because this is g-nome portal you are, of course, being assisted in this endeavour by a curious motley crowd of interdimensional medical personnel, warriors, lawyers, plumbers and engineers - oh the fun you'll have when you finally open your third eye fully and see the curious faces and forms of the gnomiki and their extended family - let me just assure you that our portal has the kind of protocols in place that ensure only those who truly wish to serve the highest good can participate. As you already know - we are an equal opportunity employer so trolls and other "baduns" are also welcome to join and assist as long as they accede to our beneficient protocols.
Even goblins can be good guys at g-nome portal 0=1

So even as I speak, even as we hold this moment of loving, peaceful silence and oneness together, around us dance and play the faery folk of g-nome - and help you bbgs to reconnect with inner-child, to reconnect with your life's sacred purpose, with your deepest dreams, your highest aims and desires, and once again you feel the life pulse beating in your veins, once again you feel the pranic breath of Is filling your lungs, your heart, your mind with its golden light - and all is well - I assure you - all is well.

It is time for me to say good night! There is a time for writing, and a time for sleeping, a time for thinking and a time for... cuckoo la la. Let us agree to use this portal to open up a shared magic space where we can rediscover how to Be magically more than we think we are - to reclaim the lost and forgotten territory of our... dare I say it... isness - all that is and all that I am.

In laughter and in joy
Cuckoo la la
I be Merry
0=1


Sunday, March 9, 2014

Chapter 17 - in which Georgiy Menshikov takes 1,330 years to do nothing whatsoever

1, 330 year later, in g-nome portal readers’ chat room...

ZX81:  Er... guys, anyone know what happened?
Puffball:  No idea. Screen went blank.
Phlegatron:  Me too... I guess that means he did it.
ZX81:  Alright!! Way to go Josh. That was something else.
Phlegatron:  You’re telling me. Never experienced anything like it.
Puffball:  Yeah – like I was right there beside him. Did you feel the vortex?
Bandersnatch:  Hi guys, I’m back. Completely mindblowing. Like being sucked into a blackhole. Did you get the graphics? I couldn’t believe it.
TwinB:  Yo Bandersnatch – them graphics were to die for. How on earth did he do it? I mean I’m just reading text, right, and suddenly it’s like I’m seeing this awesome fractal stuff – completely mesmerising.
Phlegatron:  And feeling it right down in the pit of my stomach. Unbelievable!
ZX81:  Er...guys, I hate to trouble you but there seems to be a problem with the chat room’s time log.
Puffball:  Yeah, I was about to say! What’s with the year 3, 344?
Phlegatron:  Probably just a technical glitch. These things happen. It looks like Josh must have melted some of g-nome portal’s circuitry when he collapsed the Matrix.
7 minutes later – we rejoin the ongoing conversation...
TwinB:  Er... guys. Apparently g-nome portal’s clock measures true time as opposed to local time.
Bandersnatch:  Yeah? What of it?
TwinB:  Well, it looks like we’ve just blanked out for 1,330 years.
Phlegatron:  Oh come on TwinB – you can’t seriously expect us to believe that?
Puffball:  Yeah guys – I just run a scan of current star alignments – I hate to say it but TwinB’s right.
Bandersnatch:  But that’s absurd... we can’t have just blanked out for 1,330 years?!
Puffball:  Banders – I feel you man – it’s absolutely unreasonable but I can’t argue with the star charts. I’ve just gotta accept this.
ZX81:  ‘fraid so guys – we’re gonna have to stare the truth in the face.
At this moment the chatroom erupts in violence. Several of those who had been lurking in the shadows silently following the conversation come stampeding in. It seems to be a case of “kill the messenger” if you don’t like the message. Zargon, Jethro, MihaPi and Talia fight a furious action against ZX81 and Puffball. And who can blame them? Here in the real world we don’t take kindly to being told we’ve lost consciousness for more than a thousand years. Think about it – that’s quite a major insult to your sense of continuity, and to your prized and vaunted conscious-awareness too. I mean, how can I take anything for granted – how can I know anything’s for real if we can collectively be switched on and off like a computer – and who knows – perhaps shifted from one reality to another? That’s bound to make me squirm in my seat, and feel that I’m some kind of lab rat.
Ironically, the abuse heaped on ZX81 and Puffball has the opposite effect. Phlegatron, Bandersnatch and TwinB rally to their defence. More come out of the shadows, CheddarSqueak and Mandrake, Salusa and Vega, to join our heroes – for that is what they are – champions of the seemingly absurd, the outrageous, the preposterous yet simple truth. The same simple truth that takes us out of the chatroom in the year 3,344 to a trolleybus on Moscow’s Garden Ring route B, for at this precise moment in the year 2014 with the entire universe hanging by a thread, a barely noticeable bearded figure of unremarkable appearance, unassuming character and uncertain means is the nexus point where all is to be resolved, one way or the other. Ironically, the fate of the universe could not be further from the mind of Georgiy Menshikov as his trolleybus speeds fitfully between Smolenskaya and Park Kulturi stations, with him lost in contemplation of an astonishingly prosaic nature.
It’s outrageous that the destiny of humanity is at moments like this unceremoniously delegated to the care of such a spectacularly unqualified individual, unless, that is, you are able to look beyond the physical aspect of Georgiy Menshikov and see the sparkling iridescence so carefully concealed within, behind, his mind benumbing normalness. Oh, appearances can indeed be deceptive, for the same Georgiy Menshikov whose chief concerns right now are the potatoes he’s planning to plant this weekend at his dacha, is the unlikely, yet irrefutable key master of the quantum crystal of Arkensor, referred to as the Arkenstone in Tolkien’s Hobbit, and in truth of fact, a transdimensional crystal gateway, the seed stone of a great mother lode, hidden deep within the famed quartz mines of Arkansas, USA. Georgiy Menshikov would have been the first to deny this – being of a highly sceptical nature, far more interested in forest mushrooms and salted cucumbers than sparkly stones. In fact, had he known the truth it would have blown his cover – which was meticulously woven by his transdimensional over-soul to avert all suspicions. Looking at Georgiy Menshikov you could have suspected him of nothing whatsoever, other than being completely, utterly unexceptional. Such is the beauty of 3D reality, in which you as over-soul, are able to design characters in the same way an artist or a writer does, with cunning detachment and not a little humour.
“But why? Why” – you naturally ask, “does this transdimensional crystal belong to such a complete non-entity? Why not a hero or a great spiritual figure? Why not me, for that matter?
Why indeed! Such is the nature of reality. Nothing is quite as it seems, and at the end of the day, when we revert to the isness of be, all of us are mere players in the human drama. In any case, why do you contend that the crystal, whether or not it be “transdimensional”, is any more significant than the man himself? Let us presume that the crystal is not completely powerless and is, somehow, able to choose its rightful owner. Remember that Georgiy Menshikov no more knows that he is the key master of the Arkenstone than you know your higher functions. Furthermore, he never physically has this starlike stone in his possession – is merely quantumly entangled with it – yet this does not alter the fact that it belongs to him, that he is its keeper. It does, however, help explain why his potatoes grow as well as they do, and why he’s so good at finding mushrooms where no one else can.
So, beloved readers – when Josh collapses the Matrix, the Earth and all humanity with it, vanishes into zero point where it recombines with “what Earth is not” – the other side of the equation. You might imagine that this is a violent and destructive moment, as indeed, you might imagine the birth of the universe, the so named “Big Bang” was, but if this were so, if Big Bang had truly been destructive, it would have blown to smithereens the platforms of conscious reality – which evidently didn’t happen, or we’d not be here to discuss it. You might also imagine that the two sides, when they finally meet, simply cancel one another out with nothing whatsoever remaining – and that would be a perfectly logical assumption to make, but in practice, it is consciousness rather than matter that calls the shots, and consciousness lives on in a state of suspended animation, neither here nor there, patiently awaiting the day when it may or may not emerge from its quantum state of indeterminacy. There is, of course, no guarantee that this will ever happen, but there is at least the possibility – all things being equal.
“So you’re saying Josh was able to destroy the entire Earth and all humanity? That’s – er... outrageous.”
I agree, it’s shocking that one person is capable of collapsing the whole of Reality as we know it, and the whole of that Reality is none the wiser – for no thing has happened – as nothing is happening. In fact, nothing can happen as long as the whole of reality is perfectly snug in the Arkenstone of Arkansas, in a quantum state of absolute indeterminacy known by g-nomers as “what indeed”.
“But if nothing can happen – then how come we’re here, back in reality where things happen and things are real?”
Good question... But how would you know for sure whether you are “back here” or merely holographic beings imagining all this from within the Arkenstone? The answer is you don’t, unless you notice certain inconsistencies such as the physical discrepancy between your calendar time and the star formations overhead, or tune into your body clock which does, in fact, keep perfect time regardless of whether we’re aware of it.
“So how then, does Georgiy Menshikov save the day, if indeed he did, and why does it take so long?”
Unlike the rest of humanity, Georgiy makes absolutely no attempt to rationalise what is not happening. He simply continues thinking about the potatoes he’s planning to plant this weekend, then the wild forest mushrooms he’s eager to pick, and the salted cucumbers he’s so fond of. Nothing else really matters to him. The fact that his trolleybus seems to be taking rather a long time to get from Smolenskaya to Park Kulturi on the Garden Ring barely registers, for he knows and trusts that good things come to those who wait patiently, and thus, the mountain gets bored and decides instead to come to Muhammad.
“The mountain? Which mountain is that?”
I was speaking figuratively, excuse me. I meant, of course, the quantum mind which can’t help but notice that there is one point of certainty and predictability, namely Georgiy Menshikov's slow but consistent thought process, in its otherwise wholly indeterminate state known as “what indeed”.
“But what about everyone else – surely they’re thinking too?”
Yes and no. You see, in “what indeed” anyone who asks questions and starts trying to understand what's going on, finds himself in mental quicksand from which there’s no way out. The rational mind keeps looking for something definite, something real, for something that matters, and finding nothing continues searching ad infinitum. It doesn’t know how to let go. Georgiy Menshikov, on the other hand doesn’t...
“Doesn’t what?”
Doesn’t bother, at all. He’s never paid much intention to reality and has no intention of starting now that it’s at its lowest ebb. His potatoes, mushrooms and salted cucumbers are his refuge, his bomb shelter and our salvation, for he avoids trying to understand what cannot be understood.
 “So you’re saying that Georgiy Menshikov spends 1,330 years doing nothing – simply thinking about potatoes, wild forest mushrooms and salted cucumbers?”
Oh no, more than that... Sensing that he has all the time in the world he slows down his thought processes until they match the resonant frequency of the quantum mind, so that his thoughts, trip the switch of indeterminacy and start to materialise around him.
The quantum mind gets involuntarily drawn deeper and deeper into his slow, powerful thinkings, and using Georgiy Menshikov’s thoughts as the seed crystal, it births and grows an entirely new reality around them. Within the mythical Arkenstone of Arkansas, the quantum mind is like a womb in which the seed grows into a child. 1,330 years later, critical mass is attained, the picture is complete, and the decimal point is inserted.
“You’re kidding?! A decimal point? Whatever for.”
Well, the picture is complete – nothing more can be added or subtracted from Georgiy’s powerful slow thought and so the quantum mind is compelled to insert the decimal point in recognition of this.
“And what?”
Georgiy’s masterstroke – he has one more thought – a thought he has kept in reserve all these years, carefully biding his time.
“Well? What of it?”
Oh nothing important really – but the quantum mind has already inserted the decimal point so this additional thought triggers Creation as now we have 1.1 – something more than complete – more than whole, more than 1. Something that confounds the quantum mind’s 0=1, and thus material reality pops once again out of the quantum vacuum of “what indeed”.
“So what was this amazing thought that caused Earth to reappear from nowhere?”
You don’t want to know – you’ll think I’m being trivial.
“No I won’t. I think I have a right to know. This is important.”
Ok, but don’t blame me if you feel disappointed.
“Come on, spill the beans.”
Er...[embarrassed pause] cabbage.
“Cabbage?”
Yes, cabbage. He suddenly remembered after 1,330 years of ultra slow powerful thought that he’d completely forgotten about planting cabbages. He needed seeds.”
“So you’re saying that the Earth was saved by one man’s desire to plant a row of cabbages at his dacha?”
Actually two rows, but yes, that’s more or less right. Such is the nature of “what  indeed”.
“So this is Big Bang, so to speak? The moment of Creation.”
Yes, or what the goblins refer to as the 27th moment, only there is no bang, there is no explosion, there is no thing in particular to write home about – merely that which Is. At this precise moment the quantum mind, which is wholly outside time and space – inserts Georgiy Menshikov’s additional thought as a replica 1 within 1, and as long as the two switch on and off and exchange places in perfect contra-unison, the isness of 0=1 is not disturbed, and the mother Mind can continue in her state of sublime indeterminacy.
“And that does it?”
Yep, that does it. That’s enough to reset reality as we know it – a single breath, a single heartbeat of the quantum mind. Naturally, no one on Earth notices the lapse of 1,330 years barring a few g-nomers, nor the uncharacteristically flushed expression on Georgiy Menshikov’s face. It’s a solemn moment for him, and without quite knowing why, he announces to no one in particular his new name, Georgiy Bogdanov, which is mysteriously the name he now sees written in his passport – a gift you might assume, from the not wholly indifferent quantum mind.
Eventually, bits of this astonishing story filter through the semi-porous strata of the collective Mind, and four hundred and seventy six years after the event, the whole world gathers in what had been the very spot where Georgiy Menshikov, now publicly remembered as Georgiy Bogdanov, re-emerged trolleybus, Earth and all, from the quantum vacuum.

Yes, the celebrations are great indeed. Yes, humanity rejoices and gives thanks, with trolleybus parties, speeches and re-enactments of the “big sleep” as it’s now called, with festively decorated cabbages, but no, it completely fails to notice the presence of utterly unremarkable Svetlana Ulyanova in its midst, who has within her, energetically speaking, the same connection to the same Arkenstone as Georgiy Bogdanov – and who is thus, to all intents and purposes, the very same person.


Friday, March 7, 2014

Chapter 16 - in which Mandelbrot's beetle collapses the matrix

“You can’t do that – you can’t.”
“Wanna bet?”
“No, really, stop messing around. This isn’t a joke you know. The lives of billions of people are at stake.”
“I already told you Josh, this is just a matrix – a computer generated hologram.”
“But that’s insanity. It’s real. I can see it. I can see people, houses, trees, buses..”
“Yep – you can see it all, so let’s see what happens when I switch it off.”
“Nooooo! You mustn’t Gill, I’m begging you.”
“I told you Josh – merge into Megan – become beetle – now what do you see.”
“I...”
“Yes?”
“I’m...” struggling for words... gasping... “I’m not ready.”
“To see the truth? Of course you are. Long since ready. Carry on like this and you’re going to cause Megan some haemorrhaging. If that’s the best you can do then it’s back to g-nome portal for you – mission aborted,” and that’s it – we’re flying back to g-nome portal.

Everything was going fine for the first day or two. Gill and I flew through the main sectors we cover – and the flight is awesome beyond words. If you think this is just a beetle flying round a room, you’re in for a big surprise. You see the beetle tunes in to the very fabric of reality and takes you backstage, into the stitching, under the car bonnet, into the boiler room.

The first thing that strikes you as you’re flying around is the complete disconnect between what our 3D vision sees and what the beetle sees. Ok – houses, trees, tables, fruitbowl – it’s all there except it looks kind of psychedelic, but there’s this flipside that our vision normally ignores completely, and the flipside is mathematical – it’s the hologram itself. Once you see that, it completely alters your perspective of the world as you knew it. You see how the table emerges from a zero point, as does the bed, the bookcase and the cuddly toy you so love. Awareness of the zero point makes it impossible to think of matter in the same way again – for all matter projection in our 3D reality has an equal and opposite dejection – a bit like the upside down image that forms on the back of a camera obscura. But if you think the inverted dejection is just an image and the projection is real – think again. As soon as you become aware of zero point, you sense how the two sides balance one another – that the sum total is 0. This means that any “thing” in our reality amounts to nought when taken as a whole – when both sides of the equation are considered. Our trick in normal life, is to ignore the other side, and to assume that this is all there is – that our muchness-of-is exists as a kind of positive materialisation – even though we can’t for the life of us say what our universe materialised from.

By contrast, beetles don’t have this psychological or mental problem. They simply see both sides of the equation – the 3D projection that we know and love, and the shadow on the other side of zero point – which is more than a shadow, for it can at any moment cancel out the whole of material reality – without a sound.

“So why doesn’t it?” You might ask... I did.
Gill plays for time...
“Why doesn’t what?”
“Come on Gill – why doesn’t this anti-matter cancel out everything on our side of the life-matter curve – why does matter seem to be so stable?”
“Oh Josh, surely you can see?”
I scratch my head for a moment, assuming I’m being in some way stupid and missing the obvious, but I can’t make it out – “Nope... I don’t get it.”
“How do you think you’re able to observe all this?” she asks.
“Because I’m inside a beetle called Megan with psychedelic vision.”
“Well yes, but you can see it even without Megan if you take the trouble to tune in – just by meditating. So, try again – how can you see all this?”
“Presumably because the observer is a part of the whole – both sides are one single isness or consciousness.”
“Very good. That’s more or less it. It means that the fact that you’re observing reality creates it and continues it.”
“What? You mean that the minute I stop observing it, reality just disappears.”
“Precisely!”
“But that’s preposterous.”
“Yes. Isn’t it.”
“Well then it can’t possibly be true.”
“Why ever not?”
“Because you yourself admitted it’s preposterous.”
“Listen Josh, the fact that something’s preposterous doesn’t for a moment stop it from being true. All it means is that your mind’s having a hard time accepting what doesn’t fit into its pocket scheme of things. But now that you’re here with Megan you can see for yourself what I’m telling you. You can test the hypothesis.”
“How? By collapsing reality?”
“Yes. Are you ready?”
“I...” and here’s where I had one of those “why didn’t I see this coming” moments. It was like I’d just walked straight into Gill's obvious trap – and hadn’t for some reason seen it coming.

Now, you might well be thinking “Big deal – what’s the problem? Just go ahead and collapse reality. Gill obviously knows what she’s talking about.”
I certainly would, reading this from the comfort of a leather armchair in g-nome portal’s upper reading room, particularly if Chumba Wumba was on temporary leave of absence.

Try to understand, that no matter how logical this all might seem, it’s almost impossible not to have a sense of belonging to this world, to this reality and universe, of being one with it. It goes deep, deep within, right to the very core of being. It’s biological – our very cells feel an affinity to all living matter. They have as much in common with the individual cells of surrounding life forms as they have with us, the trillion cell body, or even more. Besides which, Creation is more than just “matter” or “fact”. Present within it is either God, divinity, or a sacred life force from which we emerged. This world, this reality, this universe is IT, sacrosanct, inviolable. You can’t just go in there and mess around with it – switching it off willy nilly. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

It’s at this point I suddenly realise I’m screaming at Gill and sweating profusely. I have no idea how it happened but something has evidently snapped. I’m close to being a deranged maniac – that’s how bad the thought of collapsing reality is at the visceral, atavistic level of belonging to It.

“Funny the way “It”, the word you’re so attached to, is the same as the acronym for Information Technology, IT,” Gill remarks all innocently. “You’re emotionally attached to a construct that is all thing and no beating heart. As long as you feel loyalty to it, you’ll never get back to the essence, the isness, the divinity that you’re looking for. In any case, on a more mundane level, you’re not going to be able to work as one of us until you get beyond this rather trying psychological barrier.”
“But surely I’m already one of you,” I answer somewhat lamely.
“No g-nome operative can call himself “gnome” with a proper “g” until he’s faced the test of 0=1.”
“If I ask what that is, am I likely to regret it,” I inquire, keen to avoid any further traps.
“Come on Josh, stop playing around. You know exactly what it is. It’s staring you in the face.”

And she’s right. But I hadn’t seen it until Gill put a little steel in her voice and snapped me back to – er – reality, if that’s what it’s called.


0=1... the relationship between the two sides – our 3D projection on the one hand and the dejection, anti-matter, the nameless void on the other – though these terms are misleading, revealing perceptional bias. Ultimately, the other side of the equation, though opposite to matter, is no less real, no less material than this.

“Correct,” says Gill, reading my thoughts. “You’ve already been on the other side and told your dear readers about it.”
“I have?” Funny the way my mind’s always one step behind the curve, or the cart, whatever, behind the plot. Funny.
“Ah yes,” it suddenly dawns, “Goblin.”

Gill’s definitely enjoying this, even though I’m testing her patience to the limit. Probably she’s reliving her own induction to g-nome, and fond memories... who can blame her.

“Makes sense now, does it?”
“Yes...” though this still doesn’t help in practical terms, you see I’d gone to Goblin in my sleep. That’s different. It’s one thing passing through the zero point of space and time in dream mode, no matter how real this seemed, quite another to try to do so when fully awake – in my right mind, so to speak. My heart, it’s beating fast – it knows what lies ahead. Jelly – that’s something else, I’m feeling jelly in my legs, strange as I’m sitting.

“Look Josh, we don’t have all the time in the world. You’ve done this all before, just in a different context. There you were prepared to meet Spirit, and that made it easy for you to leap into the void. You had a deep emotional yearning for Spirit. You trusted it implicitly. You knew that even if you died – your life was as nothing – so you were ready to sail past your fears.”

Yes – I remember it well – though I can’t for the life of me say where it happened. My memory seems to be fragmented – jumping off a clifftop doesn’t fit into the life scheme of a middle aged employee at Boodle & Badwise Nobs, a highly respected bathroom fittings company. “I’ll deal with that later,” I tell myself, “there’s bound to be an explanation, but this... this...” and again I’m staring into the void, and strangely enough I see the form of a beetle.
“Mandelbrot set,” Gill butts in.
“Mandelbrot what?” my mind scrabbling to climb back onto the curve again.
“Oh come on – you’ve seen it already, on the internet. I got Roger to paste it into a webpage you were visiting – just to get you thinking about things.”
“You did?”
“Well, you were a little slow on the uptake, Josh. No disrespect.”
“Slow on the uptake – you mean you guys were waiting for me?”
“Look Josh, we don’t have time to go into all that now. You remember the fractal videos you started watching a year ago. That’s what I’m referring to.”

The penny drops. I’d spent a few days avidly gazing at fractal movies, the Mandelbrot set – no idea why – they seemed to speak to my mind.

“Of course they did. They help the mind to reconnect with the zero point, and by inference, to re-equalise.”

“Ah... So that’s where the beetle comes from.”
“Well yes, or put it the other way round – the beetle form is at the centre of the mathematics of reality – so it’s hardly surprising that Mandelbrot or some other mathematician should have stumbled on it and presented it to the world.”

“And we’ll never know which comes first – the chicken or the egg...”
“The cart or the horse,” Gill quips. “It’s all a case of perspective. As long as you were locked in 3D reality, it was appropriate for you to take sides – to operate under the aegis of I-mind/it matters.”
“You mean the 3D mind?”
“Yes, but I-mind/it matters is not just the 3D mind, but a divide and rule programme that compels you to see things from one side – effectively locking you into space-time and out of time-space. You would see everything in terms of duality – me and them. That worked fine up to a point.”
“Er... which point is that?”
“The zero point, of course, but in order to balance the equation – to re-equalise – you have to...” and Gill falls silent – looking at me searchingly.
“Look, Josh, I get the impression this is all a waste of time. You know all this already – you’re just pretending you don’t because you don’t want to face certain deeply ingrained biases and prejudices. Things that are woven into your deepest psyche – things connected with God and demons and the likes.”

Yes – I’ve no idea how she does it – but once again Gill hits the spot. I shudder involuntarily – that’s exactly what I’ve been feeling – though I couldn’t have articulated it. There’s this deep belief that our side is of God’s creation – and that everything on the other is of the devil – which in a sense is true – if you remember the hate mail I got after visiting Goblin. Our minds are programmed that way – and I’m evidently not immune, though intellectually I claim to be unbiased.

“This can’t be done any other way, Josh. Either you’re ready to bring the two sides together – to re-equalise – rebalancing the whole of creation within yourself – or you’re out.”

“Out? But that’s preposterous!”

“Amazing how often you use that word. You’re out Josh because this is only going to get harder if you don’t do it today, still fresh after entering g-nome, while the iron’s still hot. The last thing we need is a viper in our midst.”

“A viper? What are you saying?”

“With the best will in the world, if you don’t re-equalise you’ll be a danger to yourself and all of us. You’ll turn into what people in past would refer to as a necromancer – a dark sorcerer.”

“No I won’t.”

“Yes you will – because at the very heart of everything you’ll do will be this unresolved duality which always manifests as fear. That fear will drive you to ever greater evil – no matter how good your intentions may be. This is not conjecture – it’s mathematical certainty. Without re-equalising you’ll be compelled to rebalance by working with your shadow on the other side – pulling darkness into this realm of being. We can’t allow that. The great power that g-nome portal gives you requires complete oneness – harmony within yourself and the allness of is.”

“Are you saying Chumba Wumba is balanced and harmonious?”

Gill can’t help but smile for a moment, in spite of her seriousness – “Not exactly, but as trolls go – yes – he’s the picture of harmony. Look, Josh, you can still keep your personality and idiosyncrasies, but at the very core, you need to accept the equals sign – which for us, strange to say, looks rather like a beetle. You need to re-equate, the same way Chumba Wumba and all of us did. Otherwise, you’re a public liability.”

“Wait a moment Gill.” She ignores me. “I... I need to think about this.”

“Absolutely not the case... At this, the 27th minute of the 27th hour of the 27th day, you need to act, or I’ll do it for you, and that’ll send you back to a world where none of this ever happened, nor will ever happen again.”

 Gill makes her move... before her beetle the zero point emerges from the fractal shadows – she’s willing it out – drawing it ever closer by coming into complete oneness and harmony with all that is. She’s about to crash the entire matrix – the whole of reality – returning all life and matter to the quantum state of neither here nor there.

Panic within me rises... we’re back to the start of the chapter:
“You can’t do that – you can’t,” I’m screaming – visions of apocalypse filling my mind.
“Wanna bet?”

But this time... as if I’m experiencing it again, from a minutely different perspective – ah – that’ll be one of Llys’ time loops... this time...

It’s different. I’ve broadened out like an eagle with wings on both sides of the equation 0=1. I flap them powerfully and feel the oneness, the wholeness, the isness of Be. And there’s Goblin on the left side in time-space, and our 3D reality over here on the right in space-time, and g-nome betwixt the two, where never the twain shall meet, and me...

I allow myself, will myself, to merge with Mandelbrot’s beetle, the dark heart at the centre of all, falling, flying, equalising – bringing the two sides of infinity together in the only way this can be done – Consciously with the capital C, as in SEE. And truly, I see.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Chapter 15 – in which Jiminy Fliminy meets Megan.

“Vital missing thread...” Chumba Wumba splutters. “What the... [beep]. This Josh has an ego the size of Wembley Stadium. Besides which, what happened to chapter 14? No respect for literary conventions...”

Now, the observant among you are intrigued no doubt by Chumba’s reference to Wembley Stadium. Why would a troll from Zgobphug use a London landmark as his indicator of massiveness?

Social commentators and historians have pored over this and other cryptic and seemingly inexplicable remarks by the notable C. Wumba, but beyond idle speculation have produced no satisfying explanations. My personal belief is that Chumba...

Sadly, the above commentary by Theophilus I-be-Merry is edited out by an over zealous archivist who has been trained and taught that “personal beliefs” are purely subjective and of little or no merit. He’s right of course, yet one suspects that Theophilus uses the term “personal belief” more as a figure of speech. Surely his enormous intellectual stature precludes anything but the highest levels of objectivity. “What a loss?” you might understandably be thinking, but pause a moment if you would, for here in g-nome portal nothing is ever truly lost or found, created or destroyed. Remember the portal’s trademark logo that cannot be projected in 3D, but has the double helix, the spinning wheel, the torus, the zero point and the star tetrahedron all interweaving, all intervolving.

star tetrahedron
double helix
torus


If you’re willing, suspend I-mind/what-matters protocols for a moment, then you can simply, effortlessly tune in... and here we are – here we are beloved reader – in the knowingness of is – where everything makes perfect sense regardless – where Chumba Wumba merely reflects one aspect of me, Theophilus another, and breath is a rainbow serpent that glides hypnotically through the inside-outness of your life, connecting every data point in a single stream of concious-awareness.

But, forgive me, I digress, and time presses heavily upon g-nome portal’s relay transponder. Its signal fades to zero with every incremental deviation from Story, so swiftly back to Josh who is...

People have been asking me “why beetles?”
Like all your many questions this one illustrates clearly the disingenuousness of the I-mind/what matters 3D mind machine.

I say “mind machine” quite intentionally because that’s what it is. No, I’m not saying you’re a machine – but the I-mind/what-matters is technically, a biological machine, which like any computer has its limitations. One limitation is its inability to accept any knowledge or information that falls outside its protocols. Thus, supposing you have access at an intuitive level to information about beetles, as you do, unless this information is available in a format 3D mind is able to process, it is overlooked, ignored, discarded. Sadly this excludes almost all information that is absolute. I-mind can only process "what matters" so, paradoxically, the 3D mind, although operating within a living biological entity, is unable to understand and perceive life itself – only matter, thing, digits, by comparing one thing with another. It’s like a jpeg image or an MP3 music file – which may look or sound real enough but which are, when examined closely, merely a series of dots or bytes. This version of mind, alas, is simply incapable (not for want of trying) of making the conceptual leap from itness to isness. And thus, with no disrespect, we acknowledge its limitations and move on to the Mind that can.

“Can what?”
Can anything – no matter what.
“And is there really such a Mind? Does it exist?”
Actually, it has to exist – otherwise you simply couldn’t Be.
“Be what?”
Not what... just Be.

Confusing, is it not? And so, "beetle" – let me guide you in through shape and form, and invite you to feel the essence of beetle, feeling it at the deepest, simplest cellular level – right here in your vast spiralling stairway field of DNA, right here at the pulsing, breathing heart of the quantum Mind.

“Eureka! I’ve got it!” The google interactive map lights up as readers across the globe suddenly, inexplicably, magically “get it”. Each one a star in the hitherto dark firmament of knowingness.

Yes – dear readers – truly, this is what makes my job worthwhile – seeing how you’re able to rediscover what has been buried beneath a pile of books, theories, and ever-so-complicated what-not.

Welcome back to knowingness – where beetle is of course, the chosen and preferred vehicle of 3D system development and maintenance. What may appear to be no more than an insect of dubious value, turns out to be, trans-dimensionally speaking, the ideal tool, mechanism, biological form for getting into the nooks and crannies of the 3D reality platform that is now frequently referred to as “the Matrix”.

“But, but, a beetle has no intelligence.”
Neither do you dear reader... or rather, you do. Genetically speaking, however, there’s precious little difference between you and a potato. The problem is in the 3D mind, which necessarily insists on seeing itself as the highest form of intelligence in the so called Universe. Hum... there’s no point fighting this pit bull mind machine – it’s tenacious and won’t let go. Let it be your choice – to suspend for a moment your disbelief and allow me to tell you story, which matters not whether it be true or false. That way the mind can switch off, and you can use your heart-mind instead, to discern whether this story resonates – whether it feels right.

Intelligence you see, is not in the mind of the observer. The brain is small. It has only so much processing power – and yet we have access to limitless knowledge and, at the quantum level, we can utilise the entire processing power of the universe if needs be. It’s rather like a desktop computer – it has a processor and a memory, but the real power of the computer lies beyond – in the internet. Well, the mind has always had access to the cosmic internet which we may as well refer to as Mind with a capital M. If you don’t like that name or find it confusing – call it something else – Consciousness or Cosmic awareness or Jiminy Fliminy.

“Ok – so the beetle’s mind isn’t going to be a limiting factor, but that doesn’t explain why it should be beetle rather than human or cat or microbe.”

True. It’s scalar. Scale or size matters – to a certain extent. You want to use the right size paintbrush, hammer, screwdriver for whatever task you have in hand. You can, technically, get away with using the wrong size – but it’s more convenient to use the one that fits. Well, the beetle just happens to be the right size – the size that gets into the nooks and crannies, the logic gates and code clusters of the 3D platform.

“But how – reality doesn’t have a service interface. I don’t see any of these things.”
No, you don’t because you’re operating at a different scale. You’re able to influence the Matrix in another way – for example, by meditating, you can tune in and get behind the sight screens of reality to start remodelling or reprogramming it.

“The sight screens? What on earth...”

Well, naturally, in your right mind you only see reality as an all encompassing picture – without breaks or cuts in the fabric of space and time. You’re like the TV audience who, unlike the studio audience, don’t see the cameras and lights that are hidden from sight – but you know they’re there. So, access points abound – you don’t need to know where they are – start meditating and you can tune in and alter, shift, redesign reality. You already do it all the time. Even without meditating – positive thinking and affirmations can shift it one way, negative thoughts, fear, worrying – the other.

“Ok, ok, but still that doesn’t answer the question why beetles? Are you saying they can see what we can’t?”

Well obviously! Their eyes are completely different from ours, and when they’re flying around, backwards and forwards seemingly aimlessly, they are performing highly mathematical sequences that can alter the weather in Australia, the movement of continental plates in North America, the stock market in Peru, the traffic signals in Bali... there’s really no limit.

“But why? To what end?”

Well obviously not for the sake of manipulation. Every species has that which they answer for, what they are responsible for, it just so happens that beetles are responsible for 3D’s reality platform – the Matrix.

“Next you’re gonna tell me the group the Beetles had a part to play in this...”

Yes, but they spelt it differently to create a slither of ambiguity, but obviously the Beatles were working extensively with g-nome and a whole team of beetle operatives.

“For what?”

In order to re-activate, re-energise, remodel areas of the Matrix that had grown stagnant – which were outdated, redundant. The Beatles injected new awareness, new ideas, and at a level of sound frequency did exactly what our operatives do when beetling.

“Er...?”

Beetling – don’t worry – it’s a combination of flight, buzz and of course pure mathematics. That’s how the reprogramming is done. It makes perfect sense once you’re operating your own beetle as Josh now is.

“But...”

I’m just getting to that. I asked you to step aside from your dear, faithful 3D mind machine; for a moment to suspend your disbelief. Obviously, up top, in your reality, there’s no way you could climb into a beetle physically, even if you wanted to, but at g-nome portal we’re operating at the sub-cellular and sub-atomic levels – so it’s a completely different ballgame. Every conscious life form has certain switches, tags, connection ports – which enable you to connect up. It’s like linking your mobile phone, or camera to the computer...

“Yes, but these are machines – not living biological entities.”
Correct, but when you get down to the sub-cellular and sub-atomic levels, once you’re ready and able to tune into the quantum stream of consciousness, the neat distinction between biological and non-biological, between conscious and not, breaks down. We find ourselves in a continuum of superstates where all is interconnected, intermingled, entangled and, ultimately ONE.

“So what exactly does Josh do? How does he get into beetle?”
I’m trying to explain, dearest reader... A deep breath please. Ground yourself. Come into a place of peace, acceptance, oneness. Know that you are One with all that is – no matter what, where, when, how or why.

You, the reader, now find yourself floating in this beautiful, calm state of oneness.

“Ah, I see.”
I thought you would.
“It’s... so simple really.”
Yes, isn’t it just.
“So Josh leaps within.”
Precisely. This is the one thing you have problems doing up top in 3D surface reality. You’re good at projecting, moving out and forwards, but pretty hopeless at leaping into the space within.
“And the space within is no less than the other Space that’s outside our bodies?”
Correct. No different whatsoever. So, in reconnecting with g-nome portal, Josh, like Roger, Gill and all our operatives, is able to turn around – to shift the eye’s gaze – to leap backwards, so to speak, into...
“Yes, into what?”
Into whatever it might be. In this case a shiny electric blue beetle that’s waiting there in the Beetle Mews.
“Mews – what an odd name. Isn’t that taking things a bit far?”
Not at all... our beetles are treated with the same love and respect you would treat your best horses. The beetle-gnome relationship is built on mutual respect and trust with no hint of superiority.”
“Hang on... you said gnome? So the rider is a gnome?”
Not exactly – not in the sense of “gnomiki”, but we traditionally call the rider “gnome” as this is something that was set up by the gnomiki, based on their higher functions and skills. To a large extent we are their assistants – performing more mundane manual tasks, maintaining and upgrading the Matrix. There are a few among us who have risen even higher – who have some natural mathematical or artistic ability which enables them to engage in design and modelling – but they’re the exception rather than the rule.”

“So where’s Josh now?”
Where we left him – don’t you see?
Suddenly you, the reader, find yourself sitting in a dingy apartment in Manhattan’s lower East side. Master Wu instructs you to open your eyes, and for a moment you, the reader, think to yourself “how bizarre, my eyes are already open!” but then find yourself opening another set of eyes which seem to reveal a whole new picture – as if a dream, but most certainly real – the sensory awareness is so intense and complete.
“I see...” and you see Josh, standing in the Beetle Mews opposite his charge, making some perfectly co-ordinated movements: arms, legs, eyes, body, breath – you would start asking “how is that possible” were you not able to see his toroidal field – an energy field around his body which is now synchronising with that of the beetle opposite. Every movement he makes is determined by the pulsing toroidal field of energy, which bring the two into perfect conscious alignment, and then, this is where seeing is believing without a shadow of doubt – at the precise moment when Josh and the beetle reach synchronicity, he allows himself to jump once again from the clifftop. It’s already programmed in. Josh elsewhere in space and time leaps into the void and once again his body is seen to dematerialise – this time without even the need for a physical precipice. It all happens at a quantum level as Josh leaps into the zero point, and as our eyes adjust to his sudden disappearance – we already sense his presence in beetle.

“But what does it look like to Josh?”
Why don’t you ask him yourself?
“Can I? Er... Josh, can you hear me...” you continue hesitantly, not sure if you’re talking to yourself or not, “how does it look being inside the beetle?”

Not a sound – but you hear a clear reply – direct thought transmission – amazing...
“It’s completely normal. It’s like being in a car or a plane – where you know all the controls instinctively because you’re in direct communication with the vehicle. My conscious-awareness creates a virtual space – so I appear to be sitting in a kind of ergonomically designed pilot’s cockpit with everything I need at hand – even a coffee machine and fridge. Actually, Megan – that’s her name – tells me I can fuse even deeper, allowing my conscious-awareness to flow into hers – in which case I’ll be able to fly and operate “as if” – effectively becoming beetle myself. Obviously, this is on the premise that I’m in complete conscious harmony with her – which I believe I am.”

Josh doesn’t seem at all phased by communicating with you, the reader, directly. It seems to be natural in g-nome portal to connect with whoever or whatever – as long as you’re holding the same universal frequency 0=1... as long as we’re on the same wavelength.
“See you guys... I’ve got work to do. Gill’s waiting for me...” and Josh flies off as if he’s been doing this all his life.