Chapter 24 – in which Roger fixes my kitchen sink

Er... Roger, what on earth are you doing here?

I’ve just come home from work to find Roger unbeetled [in human form] in my kitchen beneath the sink, evidently pulling it to pieces.

Oh, hi Josh. Actually, I’m not technically here.

Excuse me? What did you say?

I’m not technically here... Look, sorry about barging in on you like this but this is a situation that had to be dealt with immediately.

A situation that requires you to dismantle my kitchen sink?

Oh, don’t worry about that – I’m a qualified plumber, electrician and builder in my normal life. This kind of thing’s a piece of cake.

Fair enough – but that still doesn’t explain why you’re here in the first place.

Crisis management.

What crisis? Was there a leak or something.

Look Josh, this isn’t making a lot of sense. Could you put your bag down, put the groceries away and put the kettle on while I finish this job. Then I can explain everything one step at a time.

So that’s precisely what I do. Roger’s not the kind of guy you mess around with. I mean, he’s not mean or threatening, but you can tell he means business, and he doesn’t suffer fools lightly.

Seven minutes, forty three seconds later...

That’s done it. Ok Josh, where were we?

You said you’re not technically here. That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me while I’m watching you reassemble the kitchen sink. Would you care to explain?

Oh sure... right now I’m asleep in my house in LA.

Oh right. That’s fine. You’re asleep in LA. Then who’s here in my kitchen, looking more or less exactly like you do, when you’re not busy being a beetle?

Well, that depends how you look at things. On the one hand it’s a hologram, but on the other, 0=1, I’ve brought you and your apartment into my dream... which we’re now dreaming together.

I’m expecting myself to object to this bald assertion, but for some reason I accept it as given – my only concession to my old way of thinking is to pinch myself – Roger is watching for this and smirks:

“If I’ve brought you and your apartment into my dream, then pinching’s really not going to help, but carry on doing so if it’s reassuring. Just because it’s a kind of dream doesn’t mean it isn’t real or physical – as you’ve already proven to yourself. It’s a bit like "copy and paste" – I’m setting it up in one window and then it’ll be neatly copied and pasted back into your reality window once complete.”

Amazing – it all seems to make sense... Now that we’ve cleared up that matter, could you tell me why you need to fix the sink, which wasn’t really broken.

Wasn’t broken? Do you have any idea how much gunk I just pulled out of it.

Ok – so it was a bit blocked – but what’s that to you?

Come on Josh – I’m your sponsor.

My what?

You know – your sponsor. I opened your Faery gate, so I have certain obligations to ensure that things are running smoothly.

And are they?

Well, now that we’ve all returned from 1,300 years in the quantum vacuum, nice one Josh [do I detect a hint of irony], we seem to be doing nicely, or were, till I got wind of this.

But what? It’s just a partially blocked sink.

 Was.

Well yes, I appreciate the fact that you’ve now kindly cleared it – many thanks.

No, I mean it would have been “just a partially blocked sink” before you became a fully fledged member of g-nome portal, but now that you’ve joined the team as one of us, it becomes an inter-dimensional incident.

A what? You’re kidding, right?

Do I look like I’m kidding?

Er... not really. Nice overalls by the way.

Thank you – but getting back to the point... where was I? [Roger’s hologram seems a little distracted]

“An inter-dimensional incident”, but what’s that supposed to mean?

Well, think about it – your g-nome connection means you’re now a gatekeeper right at the heart of material reality. It means that not only you, but your house, your car, your workplace, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing is a part of g-nome portal. You can’t separate the two sides. It is/I am are One.

W w w w?

Is that What? Why? When? or Where?

All four. What the hell...?

0=1 Josh – when will you learn – all things are equal... We’re not playing games here.

I thought we were? Inner child and all that – life’s a game – play it well.

This devil may care attitude is about to land me in trouble – I can see Roger is obviously not amused. He continues...

Ok – let me explain one more time. The inter-dimensional portal that is g-nome does not exist anywhere in particular. How could it, if it’s outside space and time? It cannot therefore exist purely as an it or thing... but exists equally as an I am. In fact its location is “prime node” – the interface between the two – between it is and I am – not unlike the Greenwich Meridian in 3D reality.

My mouth is moving goldfish style. I switch on my alpha stream to raise my level of consciousness to handle this influx of high weirdness.

In actual fact, of course, no thing ever really existed purely as thing. Every thing has another side to it – I am, zero being one and all... Every object has its subject, ever it has its I, and we at g-nome portal are no exception, in fact we’re doubly so, being based as we are at “prime node”.

Still working the goldfish mouth – agaping for all I’m worth – and it really seems to help. Try it yourselves best beloved g-nomers when you’re feeling out of your depth.

...because  the g-nome portal is completely inseparable from us. Whoever I am, whatever I am brings g-nome portal into this reality. Imagine it’s a corporation that does not exist in itself – only in terms of its employees. If its employees are conflicted and dysfunctional what’s the corporation gonna be like? Well g-nome portal’s plugged in to each of its gnome members at the primary operating level of conscious-awareness – so whatever’s going on in you affects the entire material plain, as matter is within consciousness, playing second fiddle, so to speak.  

Er... part of me wants to object but again, I realise I can’t – that it’s starting to make sense.

Ok Roger – I think the penny has dropped – I announce.

Yes, but it’s a little weirder than that.

“There’s always a catch...” I murmur, and inwardly groan. “Gulp, gulp” I repeat my mantra, and somehow manage to pull myself back atop the steep learning curve.

Roger again shoots me an “easy does it” look – for some reason he’s a bit nettled today – I can’t think why.

So, you need to understand one thing only, he continues, the relationship between I am and what is. In 3D reality you believe reality is there and I am here – that reality exists independent of you. That’s true up to a point, but when you return to fundamentals – to zero point – it’s true no more. Now the two are completely entwined as two sides of one coin – as One. The relationship is total... is infinite.

It is?

Yes Josh – you should know all this by now. We’ve been over it half a dozen times already with Gill and Chumba.

Yes, well I always find it hard to concentrate when Chumba’s around – you know that.

So you keep saying, but this is not a joking matter... you’ve got to take responsibility for your end of g-nome portal, starting with the very fundament, the basis: it is/I am – One.

Oh yeah – I got that. It more or less makes sense...

You got it? You do realise that at the quantum level you and your apartment are essentially one entity – a continuum.

Yes – that would have seemed weird if I hadn’t been hanging out in Goblin as Aargen Darvurg’s domestic dwelling, but now I can handle it, more or less.

Right – it means that whatever surrounds you is largely a projection of what you are – so, if your sink is blocked it probably indicates something in you is blocked in some way.

But that’s absurd – what’s my sink got to do with me.

[Yes, bbgs – you heard correctly – Roger does in fact groan quietly... yet our dear friends the gnomiki rally around, giving him patience and tenacity to continue guiding me]

Because it is/I am – One.

So you’re saying that my sink is a part of me?

In a manner of speaking yes, as is this apartment, your workplace or whatever else it is you’re interacting with – two sides of one equation.

But it doesn’t seem fair – you can’t hold me responsible for the photocopier machine at work.

I don’t need to – it’s you that has to accept responsibility.

I do?

Yes, because until you accept responsibility you’re going to continue to wreak inter-dimensional havoc.

I am?

Er... yes. Why do you think I had to hologram myself here?

No idea – well – probably because you care about me and wanted to put your plumbing skills to good use.  Random acts of kindness are greatly appreciated you know...

Roger isn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, but carries on selflessly: In actual fact, you and your surroundings were always one – fundamentally speaking, it’s just you never realised it, and it never seemed to matter. There would be days when you felt low and the key jammed in the lock, the printer wouldn’t work, the milk was off, the car wouldn’t start – and you just put it down to bad luck.

Ah – now I get you – you mean it wasn’t just bad luck?

No such thing as luck. It was purely mathematical. 0=1, as I keep telling you.

So, these things were happening because things inside me weren’t right?

Absolutely, and deep inside you knew it.

Ok, I’m beginning to get this straight in my mind – lucky Chumba Wumba’s not here to distract me.

What happened is when you got fully connected to g-nome portal, with full system integration this relationship between the two is now exponentially greater.

So problems in me immediately affect my surroundings to a much greater extent?

Precisely. Full system integration means that you’re One with g-nome portal – so anything that’s out of sync in your “I am” personal domain translates immediately across the quantum stream to it is – wherever, whatever, however.

Really?!

Yes.

You mean my blocked sink was sending blocked signals to all and sundry throughout the universe?

Precisely.

But that’s...

Yes – I know it’s... – but that’s how it works. That’s why we only fully connect g-nome operatives who have made the leap through zero point – it teaches them quantum discipline – so they feel the entanglement between their conscious-awareness and their surroundings.

Oh.

But you seem to have missed the lesson – or failed to join the dots.

Oh – it’s not my fault...

Look Josh – we’re not here to find fault. We’re here to deal with the problem before something irreversible happens.

No way – it’s that bad is it?

Yes. Why do you think I had to interrupt my sleep to come here?

Er – I guess the blocked sink must have been causing some disruption to... what? To be honest I’m not entirely sure how it plays out... the universe is not the place I thought it was. What did in fact warn you?

Well the partial blockage caused the quantum vacuum to start increasing its rate of spin to compensate for the reduced flow – this caused vortices to appear all over the place – half a dozen people disappeared into worm holes in various countries around the world. We’ve been working flat out to bring them back and help restore them to normalcy.

All because of my blocked sink?

That’s not the end of it – we had matter materialising all over the place – just popping into existence spontaneously as a result of the pressure differential the blockage was causing.

You did? What kind of matter?

Fairly gruesome – slimy stuff. So Caratacus got his people to run a scan and to my intense embarrassment it turned out that you were responsible for the disruptions in the quantum field. Caratacus was not impressed – appeared in a particularly unpleasant form mid way through a dream I was having with Leonardo da Vinci. I’d almost completed my new improved version of the Mona Lisa when Caratacus  inserts his face in place of hers and gives me an earful.

So you woke up and teleported here?

No Josh, I didn’t wake up. I rerouted the dream through g-nome portals conscious stream splitter and here I am – hologrammed into your kitchen.

But you’re...

Real. Of course I’m real. Anything’s real as long as it’s routed through g-nome portal’s prime node – the point at which physical reality’s “it is” interfaces with the I am of conscious awareness – which just happens to be behind the left ear.

Come on Roger – that’s just plain dumb. It can’t possibly be behind your left ear.

It is/I am – One. Whatever exits in material reality has to have its equivalent within I am – so prime node which is deep within the bowels of g-nome portal is equally found behind your left ear. You can practice using it a little later to hologram yourself around the world.

But why the left ear? Why not the right?

Why do you ask? What have you got against the left ear?

Er – nothing – it just doesn’t seem logical.

No, it isn’t. It’s biological which is why there are asymmetries involved.

Er... Ok. So you were able to teleport here using this “prime node” as you call it, fix the sink and now you can just head back to LA and finish your well earned sleep.

Sadly no, Caratacus insisted I take you under my wing for a bit – till you’ve really got the hang of things.

What? You mean you’re moving in here with me?

No, I mean you’re moving with me to Beetlejuice.

Beetlejuice – as in the Jack Nicholson movie.

No, Beetlejuice as in the star.

Oh my God. You want me to go to a giant red star called Beetlejuice, for what purpose?

To complete your training.

But I already completed it – and I collapsed the entire Matrix as I was supposed to.

Correct – but you’re a loose cannon until you learn to assimilate it is/I am – One.

Oh my God... Why can’t I just have some more sessions with Master Wu?

You can – from the safe confines of g-nome portal’s residential training camp on Beetlejuice. Trust me, it’s the best place to learn how to integrate and raise your conscious-awareness of it is/I am – One.

I still don’t get why it has to be Beetlejuice – why not at g-nome portal proper?

Because you need to immerse yourself in training, and Beetlejuice has a containment field that will prevent any slip ups sending shock waves throughout the quantum field.

But what about my work? I’m already in trouble for inadvertently rewiring the photocopier machine.

How did you do that?

I’m not too sure. I was feeling annoyed with Emily Sticklebee, my boss, after she made fun of my recent g-nome postings – something about mental sanity – and for some reason my annoyance affected the photocopier which was incapable of printing anything other than images of her looking like Adolf Hitler. It couldn’t be fixed by the technician – the main circuit board had been – er – rewired or that’s what the technician said.

And you didn’t tell me or Gill about this?

Well, I didn’t want to cause trouble.

Oh come on Josh – you know that this kind of thing has to be reported. We’re not playing with harmless toys here. The whole of material reality is wired into g-nome portal. We have to keep it clear of outside interference – and that means that operatives have to be absolutely transparent in their dealings.

Ok – Roger. Just don’t give me a hard time. I’m doing the best I can.

Roger to his credit softens at this point and gives me an encouraging slap on the back. I cough a few times as some phlegm is dislodged, but the blow seems to have helped. Something shifts in my conscious-awareness. I suddenly realise that I can’t carry on as before. I was being irresponsible. I hadn’t accepted the extent to which I affect the physical world around me. Somehow, this is now crystal clear. My thoughts, my words, my actions all seem to matter in no small way. Before, I’d blocked this out because it felt restrictive – like being imprisoned. Now it makes sense, and more than that, it no longer feels like a loss of liberty. Quite the contrary:  it is/I am – One opens the gateway to magical interaction – to being able to interact with the world directly via my conscious-awareness, instead of needing to do stuff mechanically.

So, Roger, if I’m not mistaken, it is/I am – One means that I can even build a house as Aargen Darvurg did – without physically moving a muscle.

Yes, that’s right. Anything you can do physically through external action can be done internally by accepting it’s already done, it already exists. You can even deal with a global crisis in the same way – internally.

How?

It is/I am being One, the global crisis has to be within you no less than out there in material reality. People always knew this in the past, which is why they would pray or meditate for peace.

So how would I do it through g-nome?

However you like – there are almost limitless possibilities – and it’s always fun to create a new interface. One g-nomer does it in his garden, another does it playing the guitar, a third painting...

All of them involve creativity?

Yes, and all are routed through g-nome portal’s prime node – where it is and I am interface...

All of a sudden I’m feeling really excited about the future. I want to learn more, and a trip to Beetlejuice looks like an awesome proposition.

So what are we waiting for Roger? When are we off?

Oh, anytime really – let’s go at midnight – you’re more a night person, that way you’ll avoid travel sickness. Don’t worry about your work. We’ll put in a replacement hologram. He’ll do a better job than you generally do. You might get back to find you’re up for promotion.

My self-pride suffers a minor dent as I hear a hologram can do better than me... ouch.

You know what I mean – Josh. You’re not yet fully integrated and so it’s hardly surprising you have conflict situations arising at work. As for Emily – she’s about to join the club – Gill’s buzzing around checking out whether she’s ripe or not.

Ripe? You make her sound like a banana.

Well there is that aspect to it.

So there you have it – ladies and gentlemen. What started so heroically ended with a fizzly pop. One minute I was master of the universe – engaging the powers of isness in the quantum vacuum, dancing with Dorothy, battling to re-establish material reality on a new footing – then it’s back to school for me.

In truth, of course, I’m just a victim of my own success. The 1,300 year reset that ended with Georgiy Bogdanov’s cabbage planting proposal has obviously altered the nature of material reality as we know it. We seem to have slipped unannounced into the Quantum age – and it’s merely a matter of time before the 100^th monkey works its magic and we find ourselves back in the driving seat of Reality, ready for some serious beetling!

Chapter 23 – in which Toby and Seraphim join the dots...

Dear beloved readers, g-nomers one and all – what a lot of dots there are, floating around in this story. You’d have thought that I’d have filled things in for you, putting more flesh on the bones, but no, all I’ve given you are a load of old dots.

Here, as we say goodbye to the modern age and enter the quantum age with g-nome portal providing technical assistance, we find ourselves a little reluctant to part with the scaffolding that enabled us to construct the new age.

It turns out that each age is like a being, or a body, that not only grows and learns, but also forms within itself its own replacement, and by inferral its own demise. In order for this transfer to happen, the old king has to die – and that can happen gracefully, lovingly, consciously, or with a bitter, twisted struggle, desperately hanging on to what cannot, ultimately be preserved. For every age has a sell-by date. Every age has a natural limit beyond which it becomes exponentially more difficult to continue. The new has to grow forth from within the old, just as new seeds grow from last year’s crop.

So the Modern age which replaced the so called Middle ages which replaced the so called Dark ages – oh these names are only names so please don’t attach any significance to them; the Modern age is already dead. We already talk about post-modernism in art, but little understand what the new age might be – for how can anything be more than “modern”, when in our lexicon “modern” means “latest” or “most up-to-date”, which it was until recently – but now no more.

So, we’re calling the new age the Quantum age – because that seems to be the most appropriate name for it – but really – you’re free to call it what you will.

Step this way, bbgs, step this way and follow me through g-nome portal into the new Quantum age. The revolution has already happened, we’re just a little slow to perceive what is unfolding, assuming as we do that nothing fundamental has changed.

Well, if you’re willing to suspend your disbelief and accept my Story – then you now find yourself walking through the golden gateway of g-nome into a new multi-dimensional Earth.

Note – I’m not saying 4 or 5 dimensional – no, no, no – I’m quite categorical in this matter, because when people add another dimension they immediately start screwing up their mind, trying to visualise what 4 or 5 dimensional reality would look like... They start trying to add vertices to existing shapes and the mind, it does clever things but fails to recognise the simple truth – that fundamentally nothing has changed.

 “Er... Seraphim – I thought you said that we’ve moved into a new age – that sounds like pretty fundamental change. And if the new age is 4^th or 5^th dimensional – that means we’re going to have a completely new relationship to matter and space – doesn’t it?”

Yes, yes it does. And yet no, no, nothing has fundamentally changed, because fundamentally all is one. E-n-b.

“How convenient. You have an answer for everything – but...”

But yes, intellectually my answer is neither sufficient nor satisfactory.

“Precisely, so why don't I try for a change. I saw a fascinating programme about this the other day... when you start imagining 4 dimensional space or beyond – weird things happen – cubes change shape and objects can pass through walls...”

Yes, when you imagine 4 dimensional space from a 3 dimensional mind you’re doing a mind bender – trying to imagine fire from the perspective of water, or grass from the perspective of snow. Instead of projecting into an imaginary additional dimension, why not accept the simple truth, that all dimensions, all of space and time are here, right now.

“And what does that achieve?”

It means that anything is possible.

“And what of it? We all know theoretically anything’s possible...”

If we can accept the simple truth, that anything is possible – that a square can be a cube, or that the Earth can be hollow with another Earth inside it – we’re starting to loosen the apron strings of the 3D mind, we’re starting to allow our imagination to connect with a greater isness... we’re pulling down the Berlin Wall of I-mind/what matters, which spends the whole time telling us what’s allowed, what isn’t, and trying to define things in an attempt to fix sufficient points to get a grip of life, the universe and everything.

“But isn’t that good – haven’t we made enormous strides forward scientifically doing just that?”

Absolutely. We grew within the 3D mind. We explored the modern age and built mechanical machines, then computers, and nuclear bombs, we made beautiful classical music and then worked backwards to pop and rock and heavy metal.

“Look – just because you don’t like modern music doesn’t mean you have to knock it.”

Oh, I love it, but if you compare Bach, Mozart or other Rachmaninov to what we have today – it’s like comparing modern architecture to the mean dwellings of the Dark ages. Our music has, in a sense, regressed, as have other areas of our culture, and that’s no “bad” thing – merely reflecting that ultimately there’s no gain – that as one part moves forward, another moves back.

“But isn’t that depressing – I mean, there has to be gain – we have to keep on advancing...”

Have to?

“Yes, otherwise what’s the point? We may as well give up.”

Ah, now you’re talking. Supposing that’s what we actually need to do?

“What, you think we’re supposed to give up? That’s outrageous. We have to believe in progress. There’s always a way forwards.”

Yep – there’s always a way forwards, but sometimes it involves going backwards, retracing our route and taking the turning that we missed a few hundred years ago.

“Oh, I wish you wouldn’t say that – it sounds so depressing.”

Well, you can deal with these feelings very easily right now. I suggest you do – because we’re never going to learn anything as long as we’re terrified of being wrong, or of having to retrace our steps. A healthy mind is happy just being in the process – and can enjoy each moment fully, regardless of which way it needs to go.

“But how, I feel so gloomy at the thought that we’ve been living a lie – believing we’re on top of the world but actually we have our nose in the dirt.”

Hold on a minute – what on earth’s wrong with the dirt? You do realise that everything we experience matters. You can’t say this experience is good and that is bad. We’re constantly learning.

“Yes, but I want a sense of moving forwards, of bigger and better and brighter – of reaching for the stars.”

Excellent. Then it’s time to make some adjustments.

“Like what?” [sounding suspicious]

Well first of all in how you deal with the idea of making adjustments. You’re too attached to the way things are now. You’ve built a lot of inertia into your system. You’re top heavy, self important and worse still, proudly disdainful and dismissive of all the other ages. You have to realise that every age has always been on top of the curve.

“Hang on – how can you say the Dark ages were anything but backwards? Surely they weren’t on top of the curve?”

Well – they had to be – mathematically:  0=1, otherwise you don’t get life, you don’t get consciousness. It’s an allness, an isness.

“Er... what’s that got to do with things?”

Well – you’re still coming from a materiality perspective – that you’re more advanced because you have rockets and mobile phones – and, in a sense, you are more advanced, but if you stopped for one moment to consider the fundamentals, you’d immediately run into 0=1, there’s simply no other way to get REALLY fundamental.

“Ok – if you insist:  0=1.”

It doesn’t work if you do it grudgingly like that, for this is ultimately just a Mind game within a Life game – or vice versa.

“Ok – but I still don’t get it...  0=1.”

Not getting it simply means you’re the product of your age – and the modern mind disdains anything truly fundamental – because it’s made all its progress by ignoring the absolute. It has no intention of stopping now.

“I simply don’t see how you can be so dismissive of the modern mind – and how you can say it’s superficial, or that it ignores fundamentals. Our scientists work tirelessly to find the most fundamental truths – like the God particle.”

Yes, the less said the better. I, likewise, simply fail to see how you can be so dismissive of every other age. If you took the trouble to come fully into the present moment you’d discover that every moment is now.

“Well, I know that theoretically but, in reality... it’s different.”

Yes – that’s precisely it. You’ve chosen to be in a reality where time is elongated – where you’re separated from other ages by a great gulf, which has been the main feature of the modern mind, and where you’re constantly looking down, but it ain’t going to work any longer.

“Why not?”

Because you’ve reached the end of the line – the event horizon. The only way you can proceed further is by reconnecting with the other ages which are, in fact, here alongside, and which contain the wisdom you need to move forwards – if you wish to continue, that is.

“Er... continue what?”

Just continue. If you refuse to come into the greater present – the moment of moments, the now of nows, you’ll find the structures you have erected come crashing down. Your civilisation will collapse – in a matter of months.

“Months?! Now aren’t you being a little dramatic?”

Not in the least. As I said – you’ve reached the end of the line. The linear progression has been taken to its logical extreme – there’s nowhere further to go.

“So we’re doomed.”

Yes, unless you can try the alternative.

“Ok, why not... What is it?”

Humility.

“Humility? Are you taking the piss?”

Try to avoid vulgar expressions please.

“Taking the piss is hardly vulgar – it’s in common usage throughout society.”

Yes – the modern age has this endearing feature – but believe me when I say that energetically it is a little vulgar. If you could refrain, I would be grateful.

“Ok Mr Hoity Toity.”

And one more point... why do you refer to me as Mr?

“Well, your name is Seraphim and I assumed you were a bloke.”

Reasonable enough under the circumstances.

“But I was wrong?”

If you’d care to find out – I can take you into what I am.

“Ok – that would be fascinating. What do I need to do.”

Breathe... Gently... Regularly... deeper... softer... let go... [whoosh]

Seraphim takes Toby on a small journey into what 3D people would call the angelic realms. I appreciate the fact that this might sound a little strange – but if in all humility we can suspend our disbelief, and breathing gently, assume a mental posture of openness to that which is – regardless of what that might be, then there’s nothing particularly strange or absurd about “angelic realms”. They’re just a part of an infinite continuum. You have many different realms in your reality – inside as opposed to out, tunnels as opposed to fields, underwater as opposed to in the air – well so there are further realms beyond the ken of I-mind/what matters, but not, in fact far away at all.

Toby is evidently enjoying the trip. It takes a few moments to get started, but that’s ok – there’s no rush. Once he is able to let release his heavy-frequency lock, Seraphim is able to guide him into other frequencies, and all of a sudden places start materialising right here, right now – starting with g-nome portal, and extending to more exotic realms – places of colour, places of sound, places of delicate texture, of feeling – it’s all in the detail – this being a fractal universe. Once you follow your nose, or allow your delight, your bliss, your joy to lead you to a realm that means something to you – it opens up before your eyes, and now you’re in another world.

“OK, but what do they look like – these realms.”

Ah – Margery – there you are – naturally they look like whatever you make of them. You see – ultimately it’s all just energy, numbers or consciousness – so how you perceive a realm depends on you. If you come from Earth you’re going to see the infinite beyond in terms that reflect your experience and your beliefs – because seeing them as pure energy won’t make a lot of sense.

“But – how do I see them at all – if they’re pure energy?”

How do you see anything? It’s a great question but I think you’re going to have to do a little research yourself... Start by taking any object and observing it for a minute or two. That will be sufficient – and as you’re observing it – observe how you observe – what it feels like – what you’re really seeing – just to become a little more aware of the process. You’ll probably have a few big surprises.

“Like what?”

Oh – I don’t want to spoil the fun. It’s kind of similar with language too.

“In what way?”

Well, when you hear someone speaking to you – it’s really just sound vibrations and yet you hear words, and when people are chatting with one another – they don’t in fact pay attention to individual words, or string them together in the mind, weighing them, adding them up to to see what the person meant.

“They don’t?”

No, it would take too long. It would slow the flow of communication. In fact it’s a lot closer to telepathy or inspired guesswork. But don’t take my word for it – try it yourself. Observe yourself hearing – start feeling how the sounds are converted into words and meaning... There’s so much to discover if you just make the slightest effort.

“But what’s the point? I don’t need to – I can communicate perfectly well without trying to over-complicate things.”

Yes you can – but if you wish to become aware of other realities, it behoves you to start becoming a little more aware of your own. Then you realise that perception has more to do with interpretation than actually seeing things, and that the mind uses pre-registered patterns which may or may not serve you well. If, for example, your life is full of negativity, that might just be because you are perceiving as negative what another person might perceive as neutral or positive – so then it might indeed serve you to stop a while and investigate how you’re perceiving and whether it’s to your benefit...

I’m pleased to say that Margery later goes on to conduct a large scale audit of her seeing and hearing perceptional platforms, and makes enormous progress in opening up the great beyond – not by asking the government to build her a spaceship or a new telescope, but by enabling her perceptional platforms to start hearing and seeing what was previously either invisible or jumbled. It may seem like a mammoth task, but it’s in fact just a case of “one step at a time”, and furthermore, it’s enormous fun, once you’ve taken the first tentative step and got started.

Obviously Toby is given an enormous helping hand by Seraphim who is able to take him beyond his present perceptional limits, on a spin of “the universe” as they say...

“Oh my God... that was am...”

...azing! Wasn’t it just... Isn’t it! And the weirdest thing is that it’s all within you right here, right now.

“No Seraphim, you took me far beyond what I might be.”

Actually Toby that’s a mathematical impossibility. 0=1. I was only able to take you back to Source.

“There you go – you took me back to God – way beyond my here and now.”

Perceptionally yes, but in truth of fact, no. Though “source” is a term used by many to refer to God – it is, in fact, no more than zero point – the point at which/ from which you emerge as conscious-awareness from the...

“The what?”

I can name it but it’s not a great idea – because the name will take the limelight, and you’ll not feel what it is, but in any case, you know what I’m referring to. Taking you back to the zero point is merely coming home to centre, coming back to my nowest now, my herest here, and it’s a place you’ve never left, as you know.

“Yes, but it’s out of bounds to me and most of humanity – more’s the pity, otherwise we’d be going back all the time, and we’d probably not bother returning to this reality.”

Excellent, Toby, you’ve clearly stated the conundrum.

“Which one?”

Why it’s off bounds to you and many other humans.

“Er – what did I state – can you run it past me again?”

Yes – you see zero being one – if we’d be reluctant or unlikely to return to this reality, we ourselves by this fact alone, cut ourselves off from zero point perceptionally.

“And? That’s not stating very much is it? I mean – it’s obviously my fault I’m in the dark and can’t return to centre.”

Ah – but is there any fault involved?

“Well, it sure feels like it. Seraphim – you do not know what it’s like to be cut off from all that... It’s er...”

Hell?

“Precisely. And to know intellectually it’s all my own doing doesn’t make it any easier to handle... Of course I’m going to blame myself.”

Until you decide to start engaging the issue creatively – playing with it.

“Why on earth would I do that?”

Why on earth not? The minute you start engaging an issue creatively, imaginatively, with a certain amount of fascination and playfulness, you immediately activate a God vector.

“I do?”

Yes, of course. Even though you yourself may seem to be cut off from “God”, by acting as God, being creative, imaginative and playful, that act squares the circle.

“It does?”

More than that. It opens up a worm hole – to use the expression so beloved of scientists and sci-fi aficionados .”

“Really?”

Absolutely. It’s like the boardgame “snakes and ladders”. Even though you just moved one square forward, the ladder you landed on takes you right up to the top line. A quantum leap. And it doesn’t necessarily involve public recognition. You don’t have to become a famous artist, writer or musician – it just involves engaging whatever for you is the most natural, appropriate, delightful form of creative, artistic expression.

“But why? How does that help?”

Does it matter?

“I suppose not. The proof is, after all, in the pudding.”

Precisely. Instead of thinking you have to use a complicated scheme to get yourself back on course, or follow someone else’s guidelines,  sticking to a pre-conceived programme – you can just tune in to your own inspiration – if you’re willing to.

“And that’ll do the job for me?”

You bet. As soon as you’re engaging your imagination, your inspiration and your playfulness, you automatically exit the negative feedback loop that was keeping you down. More to the point, you start enjoying life again. It becomes more spontaneous. More magical. You no longer want to be done with it.

“Wait a minute – I never said I was suicidal or anything like that!”

No you didn’t, but you said that you were tempted not to come back when I took you back to zero point. And that’s hardly surprising.

“Er... you mean I’m a failure?”

No, you are bored. Horribly bored. You’ve felt that you have to live in a certain way – the way you were taught, otherwise everything would come crashing down. You’d be out of a job, destitute, friendless, a failure...

“Well I probably would if I started playing the banjo as a profession – you’ve never heard me.”

Haven’t I? But this isn’t about playing the banjo. It’s about tuning into your passion, your creativity, your joy, and once you unlock the gates of creative expression they take you into another level – which from the current 3D perspective can only be described as “multi-dimensional”.

“And how would you describe them from your perspective, Seraphim?”

As natural. Simply natural – and what could be better?  What could be higher? What could be more – than good old fashioned down to earth Mother Nature?

“Oh... I always thought that Mother Nature was just a little homely and dull. In any case, you’re using the wrong terminology.”

I am?

“Yes – Mother Nature refers to plants and animals – flora and fauna, not to our multi-dimensional abilities.”

Don’t be so sure.

“No?”

The only thing keeping you from your multi-dimensionality is a disdain for Mother Nature. As soon as you’re willing to entertain her again, to make her welcome in your daily life, everything changes.

“Oh... it’s so not what I thought.”

And what did you think?

“Well I kind of imagined the higher dimensions as gleaming spaceships, as portals and amazing psychic powers – like the cartoons we show our kids.”

Ok – that’s how it’s depicted for children – and there’s nothing wrong with that, but in practice it’s a lot closer to home.

“But I quite like gleaming spaceships and all that – and now you’re telling me I have to be boots in the mud and homespun yarn... I’m not sure I like the prospect.”

No – I’m telling you to create – and if you want to create shiny gleaming spaceships – then go for it. You’ll find after awhile that you outgrow that phase as every other. Then you’ll be able to fly to the stars without leaving your armchair.

“No...”

Just as soon as you’ve played hard enough, laughed long enough, created sufficient merriment and mirth to open a little wormhole of your own. Trust me Toby – the stars were never more than a single breath away. How could they be. Consider it mathematically 0=1.

“So you keep saying – but I rather believe that they’re millions of light years away.”

Yes, from the I-mind/what matters perspective they are indeed. And wholly inaccessible, the same as God or zero point, but as soon as you’re willing to engage your creation/I-magine drive – time and space fold up neatly into the palm of your hand, or whichever part of your anatomy you choose to use to make the quantum leap.

“Come on Seraphim. I can’t just dematerialise...”

Why would you need to? Just be yourself.

“Er – isn’t that what I’m doing now?”

Not exactly.

“Then what am I being if not myself?”

A version of yourself. A projection. An idiot.

“Whoa, wait a minute, hold on there Seraphim... what’s with calling me names all of a sudden? I thought you didn’t like vulgar expression.”

My apologies... I didn’t mean to upset you. I was using the term technically – not personally.

“I’m not sure that makes things any better. I don’t appreciate being called an idiot, even if that’s technically what I am.”

No. I understand. But you asked so I answered. Being an idiot doesn’t mean you’re stupid or foolish – not in the slightest.

“You could have fooled me.”

No, because 0=1 you cannot be any more an idiot than anyone else.

“You have an uncanny knack of not making me feel any better.”

Let’s try again. Follow my breath pattern please – it’ll only take a moment.

Seraphim takes a series of breaths – longer, shorter, deeper, shallow.

That’s better. Now it should be easier for you to hear the sense in what I’m saying, and not your paranoia.

“Ok – so how have I been an idiot?”

Well, by programming your mind, your self to think and respond in a certain way you effectively became more thing than person. This is an idiot – an it or thing person. Fundamentally, however, you are unaltered. Your self is and you are, without finity.

“So, why would I deliberately plan to become an idiot? Why?”

Yes – that’s the big question – now instead of rushing to find the external answer, let’s apply 0=1. Let’s come from our strength and knowingness as opposed to our perceived ignorance or unhappiness. Let’s assume we’re loving it.

“Why?”

Because that way we authorise ourself to experience this – to flip the heavy question into its light, sparkling answer.

[Toby takes a moment to feel the isness of moment] “It has something to do with creativity... and how the universe and I are One.”

Absolutely, the entire universe is your canvas. Coming from a state of almost complete darkness, being lost... alone, then soaring back into the light, as you’re about to do – the contrast, the depth is truly breathtaking – believe me. Fully conscious beings, as we all are in truth, line up for the privilege of being able make such an astonishing, majestic leap.

“Why? ...Is it like humans doing a bungee jump? I never could understand why they’d pay good money to throw themselves off a bridge.”

To experience the furthest extremes... to open up the greatest possible space in which to Be...

and for once Seraphim is lost for words. His silence, however, seems to say more. Toby feels it lapping against the shoreline of his mind – and something simply shifts, a connection, however slight, is made, and a tiny, but vastly significant “I get it” moment arises in the quantum field, where 0=1.

Meanwhile, however, back at g-nome portal, Roger is concerned with more mundane matters, but more of that anon.

Chapter22 – in which I contemplate death and definitely not

“Oh, do you have to?” – Joan pulls a face.

No, of course not – but I thought it would be fun.

“Come on Pi, you know that’s not true. Whoever heard of people enjoying the contemplation of death... well, normal people, that is.”

That’s just it – Joan. By your definition “normal people” are those who wouldn’t or couldn’t enjoy anything as rigorous as contemplating death – they’d much rather chat about stuff. That’s what makes them “normal”.”

“And by your definition Pi, normal people like thinking about death and dying? Come on – where are you living? Death sucks. It’s just inevitable. That’s all there is to say about it.”

Yes. It’s inevitable, unless you take the trouble to balance the equation before time runs out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Just that. We almost invariably put off balancing the equation, and so it’s normally done for us at death. System reset. Reload. Reboot. Finnegan beginnagin...

“Finnegan beginnagin – what on earth’s...”

You know, the song Michael Finnegan. Have a look at it if you like:


Like all these children’s tales it contains immeasurable depths if you pause a moment and sense the simple truth therein.

“More nonsense I expect.”

Yes, Joan – this is the trouble trying to explain something absurdly simple. You’ve been trained to look for complexity, and it’s hard to accept that life has to be ridiculously simple.

“But why?”

Because otherwise it couldn’t contain the infinite. Complexity only works up to a point. If you want to have multiple dimensions, multiple parallel realities interacting or co-existing, things have to be simple beyond words, beyond belief, otherwise it all crashes to a halt.

“But I don’t want to have multiple dimensions or realities. I have quite enough trouble with three dimensions, and I can’t for the life of me see how it’s going to get any better introducing more of the same.”

Good point.

“Oh finally, you concede I’ve made a good point.”

Yes, up to a point.

“Er... that’s sounding dangerously close to dot₃ – good point up to a point, full stop.”

Well yes, we require reference points otherwise nothing makes sense, full stop!

“Not true – things do make sense in reality. You know – this amazing 3D objective, material reality thing that you so despise and constantly belittle.”

Oh no, that wasn’t my intention – I’d be sorry if that’s what I’ve been doing.

“You would?”

Yes, because 3D reality is awesome – it does a great job taking us through the I-mind/what matters inversion.

“The what?”

Well, inversion of course. We have everything back to front. The cart before the horse, the chicken before the egg – no forget that last one...

“Why, does it mess up your argument?”

No – it’s just the chicken and the egg are two sides of a single loop – like a mobius strip so that isn't really inversion, is it?

“Look, Pi, could you come down to earth for a second please? I’m all for deep truth and fundamental knowledge, just as long as it doesn’t have to fry my brains to get there.”

Oh – sorry about that Joan. You have to admit that it is rather interesting watching the mobius strip and thinking about what is up and what is down, and whether our reality is similar.

“Well, if you want me to be polite, then yes, it’s interesting, but I thought you wanted to talk about death – that’s looking much more interesting all of a sudden.”

Oh – I think we’ve dealt with it already, haven’t we?

“We have? In which point of the conversation did we – er...”

Well, in multiple points. Inversion, for a starter.

“Yes, well you haven’t really defined inversion so I’m none the wiser.”

There’s really nothing to it. This reality mathematically cannot make sense because it appears to be formed from nothing and heading back into nothing, when all we are aware of here are bits of matter. As far as we’re concerned these bits of matter are most definitely “something” and so are we – though we’d never refer to ourselves as “bits of matter” would we?

“No, I don’t suppose we would. It doesn’t sound very flattering, does it?”

Not in the least. So if it makes no sense, and if it doesn’t add up mathematically, instead of trying to chase the escaping wave, or the dog’s proverbial tail, let us instead alter our assumptions.

“Can we do that? Isn’t that a bit like cheating?”

Not at all. It’s entirely up to us what assumptions we choose to make. Now the assumptions we’ve been making up till now are 3D I-mind/what matters assumptions, in which things have to add up...

“That’s it?”

Yep. Kind of ridiculously simple innit – when you think about it.

“Well actually Pi I’m doing my best not to think about it. I’m frightened “it” might grab me, pull me down to unfathomable depths and not let go till I’m long past caring.”

Ha ha – good joke!

“Why does he think I’m joking?”

So, instead of assuming things have to add up – we accept there’s no way they possibly can.

“We do? Is there any particular reason why?”

Yes, of course. Because we lack beginning and end – our system is not in fact closed – however hard we try to pretend it is.

“And?”

Well, if the system is not in fact closed, but like  a mobius strip, or an endless Mandelbrot fractal, leading ever further into the infinite – then there’s no way any two points can in fact add up – because the “what” of our reality is not in fact determined or fixed.

“And what of it?”

Well, it means that like a kaleidoscope – you think you’re counting pink fish, but the next moment you find that you’re not.

“...not what? Not counting pink fish, or not in existence?”

E-n-b.

[Groan...] “Not that again. Remind me what the letters stand for – then again, don’t bother – you’ll only confuse me.”

Too late – I have to take your first command at face value J Either – neither – both...

“So it could be one or t’other, or neither of ‘em, or both – and we can’t be any more specific without violating some mathematical postulate? Is that what you mean?”

Kind of... I think that’s a pretty good summation, but let me give you one more piece of the jigsaw puzzle.

“Do you have to?”

No, not if you don’t want me to.

[A moment’s silence] “... oh go on then. What have I got to lose? I’ve already lost most of my marbles talking to you.”

Ah... well, as I said – it has to be mindbogglingly simple of nothing could work – so we’re forever overlooking the blindingly obvious in our all too natural bias towards matter, and complexity.

“So you keep saying. To be honest, if you want to avoid complexity I think you’d better stick to bus timetables or Chinese takeaway menus.”

Yes, but this being a fractal universe means I can find the same in any sphere, in any thing – there’s no escaping the simple truth – it stares you in the face wherever you go, whatever you do.

“It does? I think you need help. You must be suffering greatly.”

On the contrary Joan, I’m lovin it, because it’s all coming together and making perfect sense, all of a sudden. For example, the scientist talks about 3 spatial dimensions but ignores the fact that there must be correspondingly 3 mental dimensions – like 3 planes of mind that create the mind space in which I-mind/what matters is able to observe and operate.

“But that’s bizarre. Whoever said that the mind needs 3 dimensions? I mean – we can see space has 3 – but why should the mind.”

Well, otherwise your mental images, mind projections fall flat, become linear, fail to deal with the fundamental issues, cannot square the circle, cannot factor life into the equation of matter, and so on, so forth ad infinitum.

“Oh...”

Otherwise we’d be completely divorced from/ different from what we’re observing – which is impossible. The observer is always mysteriously a part of what he/ she is observing – and that doesn’t make sense if mind is non-dimensional whereas what mind is observing is.

“It doesn’t?”

No, for how would mind be able to recognise and observe dimensions were it not for the fact that they were intrinsic to mind itself – that mind is constantly projecting and reading and entering into entangled oneness with what is being observed, and constantly maintaining another point of absolute aloofness.

“So how many dimensions is that? Aloofness of the I-don’t give a damn observer, the normal state of observing and minding – being emotionally involved, and the third position... what would that be?”

What not, of course.

[GROAN] “Stop it please, your what not butts into every conversation and means nothing to me. It’s too vague. Change it for something else please.”

That, dear Joan, is precisely what it’s supposed to be – way – way too vague. So vague that you lose all sense of me in it, and flip over into itness or thing.

“Go on then... what’s the itness of thing you’re referring to?”

Simply you are what you’re observing. Have to be. Couldn’t be otherwise. That’s that third dimension, if you like, the reversed one  in which object and subject – observer and observed switch places, within the heart beat of conscious-awareness, only to switch back before the relationship becomes too incestuous – before it spawns...

“Spawns what... Oh not again...?”

[Smiling innocently]

“It’s one of those dot dot dot moments isn’t it?”

Nearly – you see – if you stayed too long in what not – more than a single pulse of conscious-awareness, one loop of the mobius strip, you’d forget where you were coming from and you just become what you were observing – so you’d spawn yourself if you like, or if you find that unappealing or confusing – let’s just leave it purposefully, scientifically vague. Three dots will suffice.

“But you can’t be scientifically vague. That’s a contradiction in terms.”

Yes, and that’s the beauty of the 3D mind – it can have its cake and eat it – otherwise we’d never have bumped into paradox nor the chicken and egg conundrum, nor the yearnings of the soul which seem to completely undigitise whatever the mind likes to calculate.

“Ok – let me get this straight. You’re telling me you can basically do whatever you like because it all boils down to ENB?”

Yes – as long as

“As long as what?”

Well, you see, if I allow myself to do anything, but disconnect from what is – then whatever I’m doing becomes meaningless.

“You don’t say? I think you’re beginning to make sense to me now.”

Whereas if I play around and go beyond the limits of I-mind/what matters, I can make more sense of things by turning everything upside down and putting the cart before the horse, so to speak.

“But why?”

Because that way I’m engaging my mind and reality on equal terms, instead of assuming that mind is God.

“Excuse me? What was that?”

It’s a bit of a secret really – I’m not sure I wanted to let it slip out like that.”

“Too late – carry on – I want to hear you incriminate yourself for once and for all.”

I have a right to silence you know.

“Yes, you do.”

But since you asked, let me answer.

“Just promise me you’re not going to start preaching that we’re all God. I’ve heard that all before and it’s never really made the slightest bit of difference when I’m withdrawing money from the atm and insufficient funds flash up on screen.”

Ha ha – good one.

“Sensitivity, Pi, is not your forte, is it?”

No, but if you’re short of a bob or two, why don’t you give me a call. I’ve got plenty you know.

“I do not like borrowing from people.”

You mean from friends – don’t you?

“I’m not sure I’d go that far... Pi. But no, you understand, it always gets in the way of friendship.”

Not in my case.

“Whyever not?”

Because I just take the money without needing a bank account.

“Oh pull the other one. You’re not made of money, I know that, and you’re way to square to rob a bank.”

I could be a hacker?

“Look, you’re not. I know you Pi. You’re making this up.”

Actually I’m not, Joan, but you’re right, I’m not a hacker as such – not in the computer sense, but I am able to hack the matrix – or reality.

“You are? How?”

Well that’s what we’ve been discussing, innit?

“Er... I’m not too sure really. What are we discussing anyway?”

I mentioned that mind is God – and you freaked out.

“Yeah, well I’ve heard enough of all that stuff. I want reality – practical down to earth, boots on the soil kind of stuff.”

Which is why we’re discussing death. Nothing more down to earth than life cycles.

“Ok Pi, let’s give death a miss for the moment. I’m curious, though, what did you mean about the mind being God?”

Well, the way we normally operate in this I-mind/what matters is to assume the God perspective.

“We do?”

Yep... Now don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t mean we are God as such – but our mind assumes it’s inviolable, even if we’re not.

“That sounds kind of dumb really.”

Amazingly dumb. It’ s the mind’s blindspot. It likes to operate with complete impunity, complete freedom, complete abstraction, so it simply assumed it’s as it were God.”

“And?”

And that’s it really. God can get away with murder. God doesn’t have to answer for anything. God is over and above any system and so can veto whatever it is with a simple “not”. That’s what the mind does. It “nots” whatever it doesn’t like, instead of engaging and realising that what it doesn’t like is merely reflecting what I truly am... that I’d be better served by engaging the isness rather than notting it.

“So operating from the I’m basically God position does just that?”

Yes... it kind of ties us in knots... and in such a way we have created the mindscape of “what not” – a virtual reality that is a wonderland for Consciousness to come and play in.

“You’re kidding. You mean we’ve been generating a game land for Consciousness?”

Kind of – but ENB tends to apply here as always. Frustrating innit? We always like to get definite, but doing so means we’ve simply taken another snapshot of reality and boldly declared “this is it” – which it was a moment ago, but is no longer.

“Things change – you mean.”

Precisely. The definition is always a “was” as opposed to an “is”.

“So what’s the alternative to being tinpot “I’m the king of the castle you’re the dirty rascal” God.”

There is no alternative. We cannot help being what I am, unless we become aware of what not.

“No, I don’t want to go down that avenue again. Every time you mention “what not” it makes me feel...”

Release it Joan. Dear Joan. Beautiful Joan. Be happy, soft and free. Release the pain, release the anger, release the fear.

“I...”

Dearest Joan – know that you are light, and you are truly love...

Breathe, dear Joan, allow yourself to feel the simple flow, the breath...

Breathe and know that you are one and all that is...

Breathe and know that you are One and all that is...

Breathe, and know, that you are One, and all that is...

“Your words make no sense.”

None at all. But breathe and feel your oneness with all that is – with all that you sense, and all that you perceive. Breathe softly, gently, breathe and know the simple truth.

“The simple truth – you’re going to tell me what it is?”

You already know. You’ve always known. Just as soon as you’re ready to feel the magical mystery, the life that flows through everyone and everything. One – it is – I am.

“And that’s it?”

One... it is – I am. The mobius strip of existence. The 3 dimensions of Is.

“The what? You’re kidding...”

The oneness, the allness, the isness. Words, merely words, and yet dot dot dot, they have the power to lift us into that which is – that I Be.

Chapter 21 – in which everything and nothing...

“You can’t call a chapter “in which everything and nothing”.”

I just did.

“Yes, but you can’t. It ain’t grammatical!”

Whyever not?

“You know why – you’ve got to say what...”

But I don’t choose to say what. I choose to say dot dot dot...

“And another thing, you’ve told us almost nothing about g-nome portal or Faery. Just the barest outline – a reading room here, another chamber there. This won’t do.”

No, it won’t. I was hoping you’d raise the matter.

“You were?”

Yes, you see, I’m not allowed to give information that you haven’t yet authorised.

“You what?”

I can’t give you more information than you yourself authorise. It means that until you’re ready to experience g-nome portal yourself, I’m only allowed to provide the bare minimum – just enough to keep story afloat.

“But whyever not?”

Well, firstly it would be a violation of your freewill right to know.

“Er... how so?”

Because the right to know is as much a right to not know – so if you haven’t yet chosen to know this for yourself then it’s impermissible for me to rub your nose in it, so to speak. You have the right to know whatever you choose, whenever you choose, but you have to make that decision rather than ask me to make it for you. Now, if I were to give you more information than you yet chose to receive, it would create an opposite reaction. It would cause a kind of informational indigestion. You see, the information I’d be giving you would get in the way of your own learning.

“Er... why’s that?”

Well, the learning process is multi-dimensional. It isn’t do “a”, then do “b”, then turn right and do “c”. It’s always happening on multiple levels, because you just happen to be multi-levelled and multi-faceted. So too much information can actually disrupt the natural learning progression. It makes you self-conscious and causes you to trip up, and so, somewhat frustratingly, I have to keep my mouth shut. In any case, you already have full access to g-nome portal and to Faery – you’re already fully qualified, you’ve already been there and done that, you just haven’t yet joined the dots so you don’t remember it.

“Now come on – that’s absurd. If I’d done it all, been to g-nome and Faery – I’d remember. I happen to have an excellent memory.”

You do – much better than me I’ll admit, but joining the dots is a little different in this context.

“How so?”

I’m referring to dot₃

“And, what of it?”

Well, there are three dots that can only be joined by accepting the isness of any given situation – like the chapter’s title “in which everything and nothing...”

“Yes – well I don’t see any isness in that – just a vagueness.”

Well, it’s a vagueness until you’re ready to pause and breathe the isness of be – in which everything... and nothing... and in the space between, in the thrice repeated point or dot, that is, one as much as it is three, in the obvious break in the flow of sense and meaning, either I-mind/what matters gets obstreperous, in which case there’s no going forward anyway, or it accepts that this is a quantum stream moment – a time to unfurl the faery wings and start breathing life into Mind that knows.

“Well I find it very frustrating, all this dot₃ stuff, and breathing. I’d much rather just have it pointed out in black and white.”

Which you can... and there are endless books that take you down that path, all providing food for thought – entertainment for the 3D mind, until you decide that you’d rather consider something else.

“Like what?”

Like Is.

“And how does one consider something as vague as Is?”

Mathematically. Logically. Magically.

“There seems to be something of a contradiction in your approach. Since when was magic logical?”

Since the birth of time – for “magic” here doesn’t refer to witches' spells turning sheep into frogs, but the magic of life, of creation, and the seemingly impossible yet, in fact, perfectly logical relationship between everything and nothing.

“There you go... It’s obvious to anyone that there can be no meaningful relationship between everything and nothing. They are opposites.  They can no more be related than fire and water. They cancel one another out.”

Yes, in a world without magic. But once you allow magic back into the equation, once you start factoring Creation back into the equation, then you find that your opposites are in fact working as perfectly together as muscles in an antagonistic muscle system, or as levers pushing and pulling together...

“So how, then, do you factor Creation into the equation?”

Fractally.

“Go on.”

Well, you start with 1 and 0.

“...!”

You know that you can’t explain Creation in terms of what is created, so you don’t bother trying to. Instead you say that Creation is the be all and end all, the 1 and the 0 inherent to anything within it, the alpha and omega...

“Ok, ok – no need to repeat yourself.”

Well, that’s it really. In a fractal universe Creation in omnipresent, is ongoing – every moment is arising from zero time, from Creation itself just as much as any other preceding moment. “Big bang” wasn’t a then, long, long ago occurrence. Whatever “Big bang” might be, it is as much a now occurrence as way back then.

“Is that all you have to say? Words that achieve nothing. Just words. “Big bang is happening now”. Ridiculous. I don’t see the universe being created in this moment. I see the results of it – of what happened billions of years ago.”

Yes. You see what you’re looking for.

“No, I see what is – to use your expression.”

Well, I appreciate the compliment, but pause for a moment and think. From what moment did the big bang occur?

“From the first moment of course.”

So there you have it. Big bang is that which causes the first moment, so in whichever way things are continuing to happen, we see lesser first moments all around us in this fractal universe. Each moment is a fraction of the preceding one. Time has never really been created at all, just further divided, and redivided. Likewise space. We are going from the first moment, from one, back to zero by subdivision, but that in no way explains the magical nature of Creation.

“Why do you insist Creation is magical? Why demean it, making it sound like a conjuror’s trick?”

Because the word magic, like the word gay, or the word rude has a true, original meaning. The word’s meaning is not altered by the fact that you or other’s choose not to adhere to it. Speaking mathematically I am compelled to use the word’s true meaning, regardless of public tastes or sensibilities.

“But you can’t speak “mathematically”. If you wanted to speak mathematically you’d have to use numbers, not words.”

Er... who says?

“Well, everyone knows words or open to interpretation. Numbers are not.”

This is one of your irrefutable truths I expect. But let me agree with you – words are indeed open to interpretation, and their meanings can change, but then you are using a fundamentally different word to the original.

“How so?”

Well, the original word was magical. It had a specific vibration, a specific meaning, a power and beauty all of its own. It was unmistakable. It was as clear as the number two is today.

“And what then happened? How come today we all use words differently?”

Well, we ceased to...

“What?”

There is no word to describe this. There are stories, however, such as the tale of the tower of Babel – how people stopped understanding one another. There’s also the tale of banishment from the Garden of Eden.

“Oh come on... you’re not going to say Adam and Eve were magicians who stopped using words properly and got punished by the Creator for bad syntax.”

No, I’m not. I’m going to say that eating the apple from the tree of knowledge gave them the kind of knowledge that...

“What? I wish you’d stop pausing mid sentence.”

It’s not a pause mid sentence. The tree of knowledge gave them the kind of knowledge that... as opposed to...

“As opposed to what?”

Yes... as opposed to what. Instead of them simply knowing what is as they had, they started knowing what is what, the derivative. It was object knowledge based on thing and form and substance...

“So you’re saying they stopped being magical because they were ensnared by knowledge that could be taken, owned, traded...?”

Well of course. It’s obvious really, isn’t it?

“Not necessarily.”

Well, before their knowledge was objective, before they took that which wasn’t theirs, they were within Creation itself, outside time as we know it. They didn’t think of it as magic, but from our perspective everything they were able to do was magic, because they were still within Creation – the zero time. It was only when they fell out of zero time into time that they found...

“Er... what did they find?”

Presumably what they’d been looking for. Let’s not assume that everything’s a mistake. Let’s not assume that we’re being punished. Let’s assume instead that, consciously or unconsciously, they’d been looking for an experience of life outside Creation, from where they could remotely view Creation, from whence they could catch a glimpse of how wonderful and amazing it is, not so much in terms of what they could do, see, or learn, but more in terms of what they could no longer do, see or learn.

“You mean the very negativity of their experience was going to show them more of Creation than anything positive they might achieve?”

Of course. How could you achieve anything positive from without the infinite life force, the ultimate oneness, isness and allness of Creation. Everything humans have done ever since – even the Sistine chapel, the Great Wall of China, the Pyramids at Giza, the library of Constantinople – these have all been parodies of the knowledge, perfection, magic of Creation that is contained within a single atom, a single grain of salt, a single drop of water – from which the entire universe can be created.

“But how would they learn in terms of negativity?”

In relief, of course. You see, fundamentally, neither they nor you have ever been for one moment truly separated from Creation. It’s a physical impossibility, in spite of Seem, in spite of everything to the contrary.

“But if we’re not separated...”

Had we truly been separated from Creation we wouldn’t know anything more. That would be it. Zero ad infinitum. The separation we have experienced has only been meaningful because at a deeper soul level, across the quantum stream, we’ve always remained within Creation, and this creates interference patterns, this enables us to sense and see what is not, what we are not, what we cannot... on and on and on. All our strivings, our struggling have been futile and doomed from the outset, and yet we have stuck to it, as poets of the absurd, as artists creating a most remarkable canvas – “the very much alive and majestic tale of not”.

“And to what end? Why would we bother?”

Why not? Do you think we had anything better to do?

“No need to be facetious.”

Am I being facetious?

“Yes, people don’t just head off on a wild tangent into the wastelands of human suffering and misery on a whim, because they had “nothing better to do.” That’s not how the cosmic mind works.

No, but the Cosmic mind doesn’t see it the way you do.

“No?”

No. As far as the Cosmic mind is concerned this journey into not has been one of Seem rather than substance. Remember, if we’d ever truly been separated, even for one brief moment, from Creation we’d have not only died, but ceased to have ever been. It’s that simple. There really is no show, no game without Creation’s constant involvement. The life force and consciousness that make all this real are not part of our material reality. They permeate it – diffusing through it as background radiation, in the same way oxygen diffuses through the lung wall.

“So if we’re still in Creation – then we never left the Garden of Eden... it makes no sense.”

Correct.

“So it must be wrong.”

Correct.

“Well how can they both be correct if you assert that we never left Creation.”

“It must be wrong” you said – that has to refer to the it of itness.

“And what, pray tell, is the it of itness?”

Oh, this digitised version of reality, where we're never quite on the curve, where Creation is always somewhere over there.

“I don’t think hundreds of billions of years ago can be described as “somewhere over there”.

No, you don’t, but space and time are relative – it really matters not whether Creation was a hundred billion years ago or a billionth of a second ago – the two in truth amount to one and the same. Fundamentally, you see, in terms of Creation itself, there is no time, nor can there be.

“Oh.”

Which is how it’s possible for you to be in Creation and not. In time you’re definitely outside Creation, stuck trying to swim back onto the receding wave, and it can’t be done. Outside time, in the isness of Be, you’re up there on the wave enjoying the experience of being what not...

“What not? – I wish you wouldn’t. You know these expressions mean nothing to me.”

But... I see. Then forgive my...

“Your signal’s breaking up. Hello?”

Sorry, I got a bit bogged down in thought. Yes, “enjoying the experience of being...” without needing to say what or not.

“Ok, why does the timeless me enjoy the experience of being when I’m stuck here on a downer, watching the wave of Creation receding and trying to get back onto it?  Isn’t that cruelty.”

Yes – were it not for that the fact that you are You. You never stopped being both. But by agreeing to bog yourself down in knowledge of thing derived from the apple, it’s created a degree of Separation that’s enabled You to experience Being as opposed to simply being, and all the not and negativity in your life is what makes this possible. Without it, without the negativity of your existence and our reality, we’d pop back into Self, we’d collapse the marvellous experiment, the game of life.

“Oh please. This is no game. There’s suffering all around the world. Please don’t refer to it that way again. It makes me...”

Yes... and paradoxically, that’s precisely how you keep it going.

“Keep what going? I’m not keeping anything going. I’m just trying to live.”

This dear reader is a laughter and tears moment. For those of you who prefer to avoid such laughter and tears moments it would be best for you to leave the room. Perhaps put on the kettle. Make yourself a coffee. Have a biscuit or two, but the rest of us are going to have to fall back into helpless laughter, mirth and merriment, as the wave form of what not collapses back into Is, and all of  a sudden we find ourselves in Faery...

“Oh great – you mean the moment I go out to make a cup of coffee is when you finally reveal Faery to everyone else. That is despicable.”

Come on Jude, there’s nothing I or anyone else can do about it. These things happen at a quantum level.

“But couldn’t you have warned me? Couldn’t you have given me a clue?”

Jude. Ask the readers. They’re in on the act too. Half a dozen of them went off like you for refreshments. The rest stayed online and...

“Dot dot dot... I’m sick of it. Sick to the back teeth of your dodging responsibility, hiding behind your infantile dot dot dot, and Dorothy – I mean – how pathetic is that? Dorothy – some kind of wizard of Oz fairy godmother.”

Actually Dorothy wasn’t the Faery godmother. That was Glin...”

“You think I don’t know. Of course it was Glinda, but what does it matter.”

Ah...

“Your Dorothy – she’s just a figment of your imagination... she’s nothing... Nothing I tell you. Nothing.”

And so, beloved g-nomers, you see that Jude is biding time, but rather than berating him for being angry, consider instead the music of mood, the colours on the canvas of consciousness, and you’ll see how this moment of anger is in fact helping Jude to square his circle, to connect mathematically with a forgotten portion of his tale.

“... look, I’m sorry Gwynn, I don’t know what came over me.”

Gwynn is just a typical bloke like you or anyone else, but he’s at this moment completely unperturbed by Jude’s outburst, probably because he’s in on the act. It’s a bit like one of those TV shows where they set up a completely unexpected meeting between twins who were separated in childhood forty years ago, and you, the audience are waiting to see when the penny drops, when the emotions reveal themselves, when the two realise who they’re looking at.  Because Gwynn’s just staring into the water, feeling a bit calmer watching it flow past, when he notices it changing in consistency – and perhaps because of his recent outburst, or perhaps because he knows more than he’s letting on – whatever the reason – Gywnn doesn’t as habitually he would – mind what matters, nor does he try to explain what he’s observing – he just enjoys the sensation of watching and feeling, and sensing and moment, magical moment creeps up on him, so gently, softly, peacefully that he melts through the membrane wall of what not...

“Dorothy!” he yells with a look of pure delight on his face. There you are. And like a dog who’s overjoyed to see his master, Jude bounds up to Dorothy and throws himself into her arms.

Catastrophe is averted by a gentle quantum field of energy that smoothes and soothes the violence of his embrace, and Dorothy emerges a moment or two later looking elegant as ever, if a little ruffled in the feathers.

“Jude my dear, have a look in my magic mirror,” she says.

“Oh, why do you call it a magic mirror – it’s just a quantum reflector,” he answers.

“Yes,” she replies, “but we’re not afraid of magicky things and playfulness, are we...”

“No Mother,” he answers, and I know, dear reader, you’ll find this a little strange, but it’s a bit like the way people call a priest “father”. In Dorothy’s case, however, it isn’t a title as such, just a natural feeling that leads people to say this.

“So what do you see?”

“Oh... but that’s...”

“Impossible, is it not? There you are making coffee, missing the opportunity to see me, to catch up with Faery, yet here you are, and here you’ve always been... Let’s enjoy this moment out of time. You have a wealth of memories to catch up on and I think you’re going to find them worth the wait.”

Back down by the river Jude blinks when a fish rises for a fly.

“Ah,” he says, “I feel...”

“Yes,” Gwynn replies with a smile, “so do I...”