Beyond belief

Look Merry, it's not a bloody game. It's real life and at times it really hurts. When are you going to come out of your dreamworld and face reality?

Right now.

Well do something then.

Like what?

Well don't you care?

Of course I care. She happens to be very dear to me.

Then what are you going to do about it?

Why would I want to do something?

To help! Or are you just going to let her die?

Zie...

No, don't try and talk your way out of this. We both know you can help her.

Ok - we both know that anyone can help anyone else. It's a free world after all, isn't it?

Yes, but you've got a lot of experience dealing with this kind of thing.

True.

So you can make her better.

Not necessarily.

You can Merry. For Christ's sake. This is a human life we're talking about.

Right now we're talking about anger and compulsion. Let's not mix up the two.

Ok I'm sorry, but you ought to care more.

And to do that, by your logic, I ought to raise my voice and drain all my power by doing stuff.

I said I'm sorry. I'm emotional. Excuse me.

Actually, you're entering the drama.

The what?

You're entering the drama.

What drama's that?

The drama Jen's in the act of creating, with her pending death.

Drama?! How could you make light of this matter. Jen's not creating a drama at all. The drama's happening by itself. She's dying of cancer, and instead of you rushing to help her, you're making out that's she's to blame. I can't believe it. I simply don't understand how you can be so utterly heartless, callous...

Zie, that will do.

Merry does what looks like a dance move - kind of shrugging one way, turning slightly and arcing his left hand through the air in front - as if he's breaking a chain of thought, disconnecting something.

What was that?

Was what?

What you just did?

Oh that. Nothing really.

You er... did you hypnotise me or something?

No, the contrary.

I'm... I feel different... no longer angry. Why was I angry a moment ago?

Oh because Jen's sick.

Yeah, but why was I angry?

Oh - you were feeling powerless to help. You also felt partially to blame for it.

But that's absurd.

I agree, but if you scan your feelings you'll see it's true. We often start feeling responsible for the lives of people we care about. There was something else in there causing this anger, wasn't there?

Wow - it's amazing. I can see it all clearly: the blame, and also... how bizarre... some fear for myself. How could everything have got so confused; so mixed up inside?

Oh, things usually do. Such is the nature of things.

Their nature? Things have their own nature?

Yes, why not?

Because, er... they're just things.

Yes, that's what you're supposed to think, and what you do think most the time. But actually, if you give it a little thought, or make a few detached observations, you'll see that things live a life of their own.

They do?

Yep. In a sense they are alive.

No!

Inorganic life forms. Even if they themselves aren't exactly alive, inorganic life works through them and influences you, to the extent you can be completely taken over - like a house or tree smothered with ivy, or a ship with so many barnacles attached that it actually sinks as a result.

That's horrendous.

Well, I wouldn't go that far. Just because they're inorganic doesn't mean they're not natural.

What? These things are a part of nature?

Again, we need to be careful with terminology. The things themselves might be merely a vehicle or a vessel, but the inorganic lifeforms that can feed on you, take you over, train you to serve their ends - they're certainly part of nature - albeit a broader spectrum of nature than you currently recognise.

But... it's preposterous!

Absolutely. It's everything you're taught and trained not to think - after all, they don't want you breaking free of their tutelage, do they? But don't be so hard on them or yourself. Ultimately everything finds its own balance. If there's a vacuum then nature fills it - so if you allow your awareness to drop because you unwisely choose to consider yourself the top of the food chain, then you're asking for it really, aren't you. A little humility, a little circumspection goes a long way.

So, we're not, you're saying, the top of the food chain?

And you think there is a top?

Well why not? There's a top to every mountain or building.

Yes, that's true.

So what am I supposed to make of all this and - er - what did you do to stop me being angry a moment ago?

I simply disconnected from your drama.

You what?

Disconnected from your drama.

But how?

Very easily. I stopped doing... Started nothing-ing.

Nothing-ing? What on earth's that?

Oh it's nothing really.

Déjà vu.

Yes, I've used the phrase already - but I'm using it literally, not as a figure of speech. Why don't you figure it out...

It's nothing really - so you created a kind of bubble - a nothing that interrupted my flow.

Yes, that's about right - but it wasn't exactly your flow, was it?

What do you mean?

Well, you yourself have observed how quickly it all evaporated just as soon as I nothing-ed it.

Yes. Astonishing. It was just gone.

Which leads you to realise...

Oh my God! You mean it was theirs?

And who might they be?

Stop Merry. Don't make me say it. It's sickening.

It's nothing Zie. Let it drop.

Zie looks like he's losing it. Eyes glazing over. Breathing fast and shallow. Beads of sweat appearing on his face.

You're being a hopeless drama queen Zie. Snap out of this immediately. They are no better, no worse than you or me. We already discussed the fact that this is all nature - like light beyond the visible spectrum - it doesn't stop being light, does it?

Zie doesn't seem to be responding - but has at least stabilised in a kind of horrified dejection.

I'm going to teach you a very simple technique to interrupt the flow of what you think/ what they want you to think matters... that's one of the main mechanisms they use to control you through your mind. There's really nothing to it - so no need to worry about what to do or how. Simply play with me. Catch the ball.

Merry pretends to throw a ball to Zie. He does it with such total conviction, you might say artistry, that Zie's unable to resist and catches whatever the ball must be.

Right, throw it back to me, but remember, it's actually a bubble so you mustn't force it or it'll pop. You have to will it with your whole being - with your body and mind, as I just did... Yes, that's right. Oh wonderful! You're so good at this Zie, like you've been always doing it.

The two of them watch as the ball sails through the air to Merry, then the next moment it isn't there. There seems to be a gap in their sense of continuity. Like reality's just skipped a frame or two, but truth to tell, you wouldn't know for sure how big the gap actually was - any break, no matter how small - can be of indeterminate length - that's what Zie feels at least.

Oh. That was... I'm... er... lost for words.

Good. You're feeling better. You were having a...

Don't tell me... I completely lost it back there. I thought I was going to die.

You were. Had I not intervened you would now be dead.

You're joking, right?

Zie, this is not a joking matter.

No? I thought it's good to make light of serious things.

It is, just as long as you're able to face the truth, rather than run from it.

So what brought on this nuclear meltdown?

That's quite a good description really. Or you can liken it to anaphylactic shock.

You mean what people have when they get stung by a bee, if they're allergic to 'em?

That's right. The body completely loses it - you can be dead in minutes if you don't have an adrenaline shot.

So what's the link?

Well it's obvious really...

No it isn't. Try not to be patronising Merry, if you can help it.

I'm sorry, I mean - it's obvious if you stop telling yourself it isn't... if you simply allow yourself to know what you already know.

Ok - here goes... So this is like having a mental or biological tantrum. A massive overreaction. But why would the body or mind overreact to such an extent that the person's life is put in danger?

Good question. Let's assume that the bee sting, or the sudden awareness of them feeding on you was a truth you weren't ready to handle. It threatened to torpedo and unravel the whole story your life is based upon.

Ok Merry...  my mind freaking out when I started feeling how I'm wrapped around by these inorganic life forms - how they're able to control me and feed on me, as you say - yuck - it's kind of understandable I'd go into shock - but why would I allow it to run completely out of control like that, and what's a bee sting got to do with all this?

Good question. The answers are all close at hand, I assure you - and instead of providing them myself, I intend, lovingly and respectfully to step back sufficiently to allow your own cognitive-digestive processes to work. I assure you, your knowledge of these matters is no less than my own, even if you're not currently aware of it.

Somehow I find that hard to believe, but then, I guess that's what they want me to think... Ok. So the ball - how did that help stop the meltdown?

The same way my wiggle-wave did a moment before. They, and their 3D reality requires our complete absorption. As long as they have our undivided attention, they have us where they want us, and we're easy prey.

So you just need to break the link.

Kind of. Actually, it isn't even a case of "breaking" anything. That would give them what they want. They thrive on your struggle, your resistance, your fear and anger - your emotions.

This is getting to me again.

Copy me - don't think - just play the child's game - simply copy whatever I do.

Merry starts dancing, cavorting round in the most absurd manner imaginable. He makes some funny noises which Zie does his best to imitate, before he gives up for laughter.

So this is what you call doing nothing?

Precisely. This is doing nothing - because it's outside their box.

How's that?

Because it comes from the conscious awareness - from my intuitive knowing what is, as opposed to what should be or what I'm supposed to think.

So coming from what is breaks their this-is-what-matters diktat? Suddenly, tis no matter - and the chain of causality is no more.

There is no chain of causality to break once you're coming from your isness.

My isness?

Your inner nature - that which simply, truly is.

Ok. So I don't have to fight them.

There's no point. Resistance is futile. You'd be fighting your own shadow.

So, in a sense, you're saying, they want me to fight them.

Absolutely. That way they get to milk you for every last drop of life force and conscious awareness. That's why they invest such huge resources in all this...

Merry points at the whole surrounding.

They create this?

Not exactly create - but they invest a lot of time and energy to make it look absolutely real, and to introduce the kind of distortions that are guaranteed to keep you and most of humanity hard at it, like rats on a wheel, sweating for them.

Oh God - it's so...

Natural.

Don't say that.

Why not?

Because it seems evil. Maybe these things are like demons or the devil?

I already told you - they are nothing. They're no different from any farmer or businessman who sees an opportunity and uses it to make a living. They can only operate within the natural laws holding all things in balance.

But why would nature allow them to exploit us like that?

Answer that yourself. Detach. Toss the ball in the air and catch it.

Somehow it comes easily to Zie - he tosses the imaginary ball in the air, doing so with such candour, such apparent artlessness that...

Where does the ball actually come from Merry? Is it something you're doing that I'm not aware of?

Where does anything come from when you're outside this 3D reality of their making?

No idea?

Matter's a derivative of conscious awareness. It follows thought, so to speak. There's really nothing to it. We've always been able to materialise things - it's just down here in this symbiotic push-me-pull-you relationship with them it appears to be difficult.

So you helped me to escape 3D?

No - there's nothing to escape from. I simply helped you to come to your senses by applying a little light pressure to your focal point.

My what?

The point where you get to choose what to focus on - either this 3d virtual reality, or the isness of be.

Ok. So one more question if I may?

Fire ahead.

If it's a matter of choice, and if these dastardly things are able to take us over or devour us alive - why would we consciously choose this?

Good question isn't it?

Yes... are you going to answer it?

Yes, but not in the way you're expecting.

Oh dear.

I'm going to answer it by allowing you to see for yourself.

Oh... Is that - er - going to involve seeing these inorganic creatures.

Yes.

Er... Merry - I think I'd rather not... in fact I'm coming over all strange again... I

Zie, catch the ball.

Without even thinking, Zie leaps like a bionic goalkeeper, extending fully to grasp with fingertips the ball that's hurtling diagonally beyond his line of vision. Strangely he doesn't come crashing to the ground. He's standing exactly where the ball is, as if he never leapt at all - as if he simply shifted sideways.

Nice one Zie. You're a natural I see. Technically speaking you've just flown through the centre of the galaxy and back again, all in the blink of an eye. Amazing isn't it?

You're telling me! But did I really go so far?

Technically yes. You shifted through zero point, and that just happens to be at the centre of the galaxy, which then connects into the next zero point at the centre of the universe and so on, ad infinitum, but we won't go too far down that rabbit hole. Suffice it to say that the quantum leap you just effected so admirably has broken half-a-dozen of your scientists' most fervently held and lovingly cherished dogmas - but they'll get over it. They always do.

But if it was a quantum shift as you put it, then in a sense I just dematerialised, then rematerialised here.

Correct. That's another way of describing it. To some people it may sound less fantastic. You never can tell. Every person's entitled to his or her own preferences.

So there are other ways of explaining this?

Oh half-a-dozen, as I said.

Such as?

Er... your reality collapsed when you completely withdrew your attention from it, and another one, accommodatingly formed around your new attention.

Wow! That's amazing.

Isn't it just. But let's leave it there for the moment. Our chief purpose wasn't in fact interstellar travel, though we're obviously guilty of as much.

What was our purpose?

Let it come back...

Oh that. You wanted me to see them. And did I? Oh my God. Now that I think about it - I've always seen them. I've always known they were there. I've been complicit right from the get go.

Correct. And they are not so much "they" as you were imagining a moment or two ago. Perhaps that explains why you were so sensitive to this troubling awareness.

Not so much "they" - I'm beginning to see what you mean.

Correction. You're beginning to see. What I mean is largely irrelevant.

Yes. So they and I are...

We're back to the mobius strip are we not.

The one that has only one side? My God - I don't believe it - except I do... how bizarre. I'm able to accept things that were completely off limits a moment ago.

And all that was required was for you to leap through a wormhole that just happened to be positioned a few metres away, thus traversing the entire galaxy in the blink of an eye and landing on your feet in a state of more or less centred awareness of that which is - bingo - conscious awareness it is!

So...

So to cut a long story short, perhaps you now know why it's not necessary for me to involve myself in Jen's so-called disease.

Yes, I think I do, but you can still help her doing nothing whatsoever and that would be the perfect cure.

If, I repeat, if it's what she herself wants.

Well of course she wants to live.

But not necessarily to face what is. In our heart of hearts, of course, we know that death's no more real than anything else we encounter, but dying on the other hand - that's a powerful conscious awareness tool. We can achieve more in those precious months of learning to let go than our whole lifetime of service to things that matter. So, let us avoid interference. Let us honour her choices whatever they may be.

It's so frustrating - wanting to help but not being allowed to... Merry, I see... We have to honour where she's at in her journey.

And trust that whatever comes her way - even a seemingly dreadful disease, comes from the ineffable magic of a universe that knows no bounds...

That is willing to stop at nothing

To bring us back

To our natural state of

Conscious awareness

It is... I am

One

And the two friends disappear from the screen as the credits roll and happy upbeat mood music escorts the viewers from the packed cinema in a state of... whatever you're feeling right now.

Jen, meanwhile, has a near-death experience - so technically she dies but doesn't remain long up there in the milky white softness - returning to the turmoil of this world strangely transformed - knowing death is nOthing - she becomes an adept at nOthing, and nOthings a course through life that enables countless other human beings to awaken to the power of nOught within.

The End

or

the beginning

of every thing

or every is

that proceeds from
it

cuckoo la la

catch a falling star

if that's 

nOt 

beyond belief

Deus ex machina: sin no more

Give it a break Merry... No one cares about all this stuff... It doesn't interest them... Really... They're into other stuff - you know - entertainment.

Yes I know, Zie. That's fine. Really.

Then why do you bother?

Bother what?

You know - to write all this stuff.

What stuff?

All the stuff you've been writing.

Oh that! Oh - I see what you're getting at... Oh! No, that's not stuff.

?

No, it may look like stuff to the untrained eye. No, it's something quite different.

It is? You could have fooled me.

Not intentionally, I assure you.

Then what, if you don't mind me asking, is it all about?

About? It's not about anything. Why do you assume it's about something in particular.

Well, you have to have a reason for doing all this...

I do?

Yes. No one does things just like that, without a reason.

No, more's the pity. Very few do, except a few who do.

And you're one of those few are you?

I suppose I am. A merry band of non-doers, or no-thingers.

No-thingers? Any chance you can elucidate your cryptography?

Is there any need or point? If you care to know - then all you have to do is tune in. There's only one pre-requisite for tuning in...

Let me guess, er... 0=1.

Precisely, 0=1 which means that...

I have to accept that I already know what I'm trying to find out - and therefore allow myself to tune into a higher consciousness where the answer is not so much an answer, more a state of awareness.

Or conscious-awareness - to use the correct term.

Whatever.

So are you ready to tune in?

I suppose so. I'm always hoping you're just going to give me the answer. It's kind of addictive, being spoon fed, isn't it.

Well yes, given that was the basis of your educational experience through all the formative years. Old habits die hard, until you're ready to acknowledge them fully, with a degree of fascination.

Er... why fascination?

Well, once you realise how fascinating it is that you, a multi-dimensional repository of all that is - the codes of the entire universe, the keys of life and the seat of all learning and wisdom - should be convinced that something has a hold over you - that something can actually matter - mindboggling to say the least.

Don't you think you're slightly overstating it?

0=1. I don't think so.

So, if I start tuning in..?

Then the answer becomes the process and you're no longer fixed in a 3 dimensional mind box.

Why on Earth do you think I'm fixed in any box?

Well, you'd have to be if you thought an answer coming from a source outside yourself can make a blind bit of a difference.

But answers do.

Do what?

Matter.

Precisely. They matter - but matter in itself does not.

Does not? What?

Paradoxically - matter. Matter does not matter. It cannot. It is a derivative of that which matters, but that which matters has no...

No what?

That's where we fall off the cliff of I-mind.

The what?

The proverbial clifftop of I-mind.

I don't remembering hearing a proverb about this I-mind.

No, you wouldn't remember - the proverbs all come in the future.

And you claim to know the future.

No, I don't claim it - but I can hardly help knowing it if I've been there and seen parts of it. One of these parts is the clear depiction of this I-mind, in contraposition to Mind itself - a function of the untrammelled conscious-awareness.

So, how's I-Mind different from the other Mind?

Not the other Mind! It's THE Mind. What you might call the quantum mind. It's the mind of what I-Mind perceives to be the Quantum stream.

And by that you mean our 3D perception is wrong?

No, it's fine. From down here THE Mind is indeed the quantum mind - but in truth it's nothing more than THE Mind, or to be more precise - MIND, without even the article "THE".

Er, Merry, aren't you taking this all a bit far - all this nit-picking and hair splitting: I-Mind, Q-Mind - I mean, who cares?

Who cares who cares? I'm just answering a question, or am I..? You'll never know as you'll always be one step behind Reality when operating from within 3D.

One step behind? I'm right up to date and completely in phase with all that's going on.

Yes, but 3D itself is derivative of that which is - a mathematical product recombining constituent parts - therefore forever catching up with Is.

Oh dear. It's all so...

Complicated? Not in the least. That's just what I-Mind thinks - because I-Mind's forever objecting.

Ha ha - was the pun intended?

No pun. That's the simple truth. I-Mind objects to everything and anything - what matters.

What matters...

Yep. I Mind - what matters - that's the correct equation describing the 3D mind's purpose or predicament. In order to stop objecting, to stop thing-ing you simply need to become aware of what is - however absurd it may seem, and it's bound to seem absurd. That, after all, is the definition of absurd.

Er... what is?

"That which prevents us from becoming aware of, seeing or knowing what truly is." In fact, it's a kind of computer programme, without which the entire "Matrix" of 3D reality would implode in an instant. Nothing could sustain it.

Whyever not?

Because it's riven with contradictions. No. More than that. It's created out of fundamentally irreconcilable what not.

It is?

Oh yes. That's the beauty of it. The I-mind:what-matters does everything possible and well-nigh impossible to square the circle - not only to avoid seeing that these contradictions are fundamental and existential, but also that they're necessary components of the very fabric of the 3D construct - the so called Matrix, which is not, in itself, natural or self-sustaining.

O...k. Er... any chance you can bring this conversation down to a more mundane level Merry.

Yes, sure thing. The verb to nothing.

What verb?

It doesn't exist in 3D does it - because it can't. It's not really allowed to as nothing-ing is necessarily excluded from the 3D matrix. This is, after all, a kind of machine, and machines can only be defined, recognised or valued in terms of what they do. But life, on the other hand...

What?

Life has intrinsic value. Like money. It can just be there. It doesn't need to turn a wheel or spin cloth or make music. It is a repository of beauty, of truth, of magik, of value.

It is?

I AM.

No you're not.

Precisely. The 3D mind has to object, does it not. I mind: what-matters does its merry dance, plays its trick on us, and our whole life flashes past in a single headlong flight in pursuit of our tail, or fleeing from our own shadow.

I think you're exaggerating Merry, but it's all very well you philosophising like this.

Nothing-ing like this... sublime.

But to what end? What's the point. No one's interested in what you have to say.

Naturally, because I have not-what to say.

Not-what? Could you stop speaking in riddles for a moment.

Not riddles - nothing-ings, not-what-ings.

Merry - I'm beginning to lose patience.

Zie, just chill - for one moment feel, sense and see the poetry, the madness, the incorrigible insouciance of Is.

Whatever's that's supposed to mean... Poetry! That's your problem. Who's interested in poetry. No one reads it.

They're not supposed to. They hear it as songs. It permeates all and everything. It is I am.

But you're not writing poetry people can sing.

Don't be so sure.

Go on then - surprise me.

They can hardly avoid reading my poems if I'm writing through the vacuum, the void, the shadow, the silence, the space, the isness of not-what, of no-thing, of 0=1.

Where's the... I give up.

Instead of me giving them books to read and words on paper, words on a screen - I play on the musical instrument of mind and out comes this jumbled garbage, the parphlaxysm of jargled bandage, and what?

Nothing of course. It disappears into the void. Why it ever bothered to emerge in the first place I'll never know.

Ah ha - you're close - so very close to the magical mangy truth.

Mangy?

Yes, it's so true you can almost eat it - in fact - in terms of the truth we humans are much alike moths, and the truth a garment we chew upon.

If you say so. But one more time...

Once more unto the breach, dear friends... No Zie - the mechanism of dissemination is outside the 3D matrix, so I-mind what-matters ain't gonna have any joy trying to understand it. It'll just create a wall of resistance, so peace, my friend, peace, and know that simple truth, the...

here we go - the oneness, the allness

the isness of Be. Feel it - if you will - if you're ready to fly - if you're ready to die in the arms of your true love, romantically - if you're ready to give yourself to the

sober suited matron all in black...and learn how to lose the winning match

play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods... Yes, Zie, don't you see how close Shakespeare comes to describing all this in terms of a simple love affair between two teenagers... and do you really think we care about Juliet or Romeo, these foolish adolescents? Have you never wondered why we're so obsessed with their tragedy?

Not really, no. It's just a nice, sad tale about star-crossed lovers.

Officially yes, because in the 3D matrix we have to talk in parables, we have to use the Aesopian double speak of Christ's parables, to get around the truth embargo.

The what did you call it?

The truth embargo - that prevents any of us from stating the simple truth - from stating that which simply is.

Like the emperor wearing no clothes.

Precisely. Only the child can get away with it, the fool or the poet who writes about unhappy love to conceal what he's really on about.

Which is?

Which Is - as opposed to what is.

Christ Merry - stop dodging the bullet like that.

There's no bullet to dodge. You know what I'm on about. You've been there. You've seen it. You're no different from me. You know the score. Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello - all of them are telling us something else - something so blatant - so obvious - we're gagging not to break oath.

Break oath? You mean we're doing this out of a sense of duty?

Yes, kind of - but it's no half-hearted sense of duty. It's the oath of office, the oath of incorporation we took on entering our body's flesh, which binds us to act in accordance with, to honour and uphold the greater body to which we all belong.

Which body? Society? Humanity? The Earth?

Reality... The fabric of reality that we co-weave together, master-spinners that we are.

Then if this oath is binding...

Which it is...

Then how come you're trying to break it.

Because 0=1, the worm has turned, day is shifting into night...

Don't you mean night into day?

Yes, I suppose I do really... and the oath taken to uphold reality, which for so long meant suppressing the truth about all which lies outside the 3D boxy-matrix thing, now requires that the proverbial beans be spilled, that the harvest be reaped, the grain and chaff separated and the actors come back on stage to greet their tumultuous audience, with a bow and a banana skin.

Oh dear... oh...

Oh indeed. So, the rule of nought is now...

It is? And what of it? Am I supposed to know the rule of nought?

Yes, know it you do, indeed. Instead of doing and thinging - attributes of the rule of one, now we're able to work magikly, mysteriously, multi-

dimensionally?

Yes - how did you guess - through the vacuum-void-empty set as it appears to be - through the quantum stream, the isness...

the isness of Be

and here we are

and here I stand

or fall

knowing nought

knowing all

and every word is but a stepping stone across the infinite of meaning and sense

every word is but a single note in an endless symphony of soundfulness

the infinite silence of sin

Sin? Surely not sin?

Yes - but not the 3D version - but not completely

What?

Beyond words, beyond the comprehension of I-mind what-matters. A clue - a hint - a snake snaking its way forwards by writhing, twisting left and right, shedding its skin... Images, words, sounds, all of them - and if instead of casting stones, or holding the word in abhorrence you detach from its meaning-sense - if you allow the isness to dance its dance - if you allow what is to be all that it be - then sin no more - you've finally opened the door.

Sin no more? Opened the door? Surely I  need to close it to keep sin out.

No, Sin only existed as long as the door was closed or half closed preventing the natural flow, the balance from equilibriating, equalising, is-ing that which otherwise fell into highly polarised, toxic, perverted states of their wholeness, their perfect nature - their isness.

So opening the door's gonna change all that? Isn't that a tad risky? Isn't that endangering all?

What else do you have to risk? The planet's finished. You've exhausted it - believe me - I work with her on a daily basis. She has nothing more to give. She can no longer contain your folly. She...

Ok - no need to rub it in. So we have to go and dance with the devil to redeem ourselves. Either damnation or material destruction.

What's with all the polarity. Stop playing the 3D I-mind: what matters drama. The game is up. Let the game begin. The king is dead - long live the king!

Er contradiction.

Yes. The little fake drama is at an end. Let the vast, magikal beyond belief and words drama of Is commence or recommence - let the head once again know its tail - which for so long it has desperately sought to a-void, and referred to as sin... Instead of putting your faith in systems, thinging and machines, I tell you nothing more than what you know - be whole again, and sin no more. Release the caged bird and watch the Is uncoil itself, in merry flight between heaven and earth.

SpellbouNd

For all the silent ones, for all who watch and wait I say 0=1
I say know nO
I say dot. dot. dot.
Create
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to where it is - i am
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all that is
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42 minus one and counting

Er - random what?

Random number generation.

Merry, what's got into you? What on Earth are you on about?

Earth is a random number generator - or it was until a couple of years ago.

Jesus - Merry, I was hoping I'd heard you wrong or something.

Why's that Phen, am I stretching the limits of your box.

Shut up man, I'm not in a box and you know it. I'm open to almost anything, as long as it makes sense... as long as it resonates.

And this doesn't?

No. This just sounds plain ridiculous.

Did you ever read Hitchkiker's guide to the Galaxy?

Yeah, which is why it's all so patently absurd. That was fiction and we're looking at reality.

Ok - so what is it you didn't like in the Hitchhiker's guide?

I never said I didn't like it. It's an amazing book - but this thing about the planet Earth being a supercomputer... Come on man, get real!

And 42?

Yeah, something about it being the answer to everything. Is that right?

Yes, let me quote from the Hitchhiker's wiki: 42 is the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything. This Answer was first calculated by the supercomputer Deep Thought after seven and a half million years of thought. This shocking answer resulted in the construction of an even larger supercomputer, named Earth, which was tasked with determining what the question was in the first place.

Right. So what, Merry? An amusing and thought provoking read, but what on Earth has that to do with your latest provocation - calling the Earth a random number generator?

Well, I don't think Douglas Adam's was writing fiction at all. I mean, he probably thought he was, and perhaps even prided himself on being good at it, amusing and intelligent, but his ideas are too close to something else.

What something else? Cryptic remarks are not going to get you anywhere. And trying to blur the line between fiction and fact - quite frankly it's pathetic. I expected better of you, Merry.

Oh dear! Sorry Phen.

I should think so.

But if you'd allow me to toss a few balls in the air, just to see which way the wind is blowing.

Try not to mix your metaphors, if you can help it.

I'm afraid I've never quite got the hang of this language communication thing. You know we don't use it all that much where I come from.

Merry, I thought we agreed you weren't going to refer to that in public.

No, I'm not, but what with number 42 and my disclosure of the random number generator - to be honest I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up the pretence of being...

Stop. Not another word. Just er... go on with whatever you were going to tell me about - er - that somewhat far-fetched but obviously well-intentioned hypothesis that we're all generating random numbers here on Earth.

Ok Phen. So you see, if DA...

Douglas Adams?

Yeah, if he was right - no - not if he was right, because he actually thought he was writing fiction, but if his cosmic muse was right, and this really is a super-computer, then...

Yeah? What's wrong?

Interference.

What..? Now..?

Yes. We must be getting close to the truth if I've hit an interference signal.

Oh wow! How come I never notice them?

Because your mind just kind of goes blank and your eyes vacant. Then you say something like "where was I?" Everyone does it from time to time - whenever they're getting too close to the truth.

And you don't? What makes you special?

I just told you - I do - but instead of going blank I notice the signal before it clears my thoughts and I have enough sense to back off - you can't really push through an interference signal unless you're looking for trouble.

Why not?

Because the entire Earth has been designed that way.

What way?

To generate random numbers - like a computer - but the only way to generate truly random numbers is to have millions of people completely unaware that that's what they're doing. They have to believe this is really it - that their reality is the whole story, not an artificial creation.

Like the Truman Show?

Yes.

But that's sick. To say that we're all unwilling participants in a reality show - that our lives are just a form of entertainment for other beings... No, that's too horrible to even contemplate.

Naturally. But it isn't as horrible as all that.

What do you mean?

Because we ourselves had to agree to participate. No one could force us, and agree we all did, willingly.

But why? Why agree to a charade?

Because we are, at heart, cosmic, inter-galactic scientists, philosophers and artists. We are engaged in high level research, high-level art and creativity - the consciousness experiment.

But what's that got to do with maths or the number 42.

Don't you see?

Er... no. Should I?

Actually, no, you shouldn't. As long as you're down here on the ground, the signal is strong enough to block your mind from going down any avenues that would imperil random number generation.

But why?

Because generating random numbers isn't as random as it sounds.

No?

There's no real difference between generating millions of random numbers and one single number. As long as you get one single random number, you've achieved your mission.

But surely that's not so difficult. There are lots of random number generating machines all around the world. Scientists use them all the time.

But none of them is able to generate a truly random number.

Yes they are - they can have a number generated by a raindrop falling on a metal plate. No one knows where exactly or when the raindrop will fall.

Yes, I admit that looks perfectly random, but when you take it to its mathematical extreme, implausible though it may sound, that number is not perfectly random because the computer programme, the hardware and the thoughts of the researchers all affect the final outcome.

Astonishing. You could have fooled me.

Me too. You see, a truly random number is the one thing the universe cannot create.

You're joking.

Nope. Everything is interconnected. Everything is part of a single field of omnipresent consciousness. No thing is quite what it seems.

Qué?

Including your use of the Spanish word qué as opposed to what... Once you strip away the veil, once you come back to your natural state of conscious awareness, you no longer look at things in the same way.

Er... fair enough, but I still don't see how that could make a raindrop falling on a plate any less random.

Because matter is a derivative of conscious awareness.

A what?

A derivative. Mind with a capital M leads matter, not vice versa.

Mind leads matter? Back to telekinesis are you?

Further.

Further than telekinesis?

Yes. All matter is derived from conscious awareness. It's like where one stream of thought, or one set of postulates meet another. That's where matter crystallises out of nothing.

Matter out of nothing. That's...

Absurd. Yes indeed, until you see it happening. Until you see how matter is only there for the blink of an eye. Then it collapses back into its undifferentiated quantum state of isness.

I've never seen matter collapsing into whatever you said it was.

No, that's because you're part of the experiment.

So you say.

Your awareness is perfectly timed, in perfect sync with the random number generator computer, so you're only aware of the on state.

?!

The on state. That's the momentary appearance of matter, before it vanishes back into thought.

Oh my God. You've finally lost it Merry.

... so, you see, if I'm right - any thing, any matter will always be the result of some thought process - so no material event will ever be truly random, particularly once you become hyper-aware of all thought processes, once you return to your natural state of conscious awareness.

Mein Gott!

You see how the system is affecting you - as it always does. Were you to believe what I'm saying, were you to follow the simple truth - not as logic but more intuitively, that would interfere with the random number generator. That would crash the system.

Then how come you're able to do this?

Oh, because I can be a seemingly random aberrance.

You can?

Yes, because I've packaged myself in such a way, what with 0=1 and the gnomiki. Doing so, by putting up "danger - seriously irrational and possibly insane" signals enables me...

Oh yeah, like Wonko the sane...

That's right - the very same.

He appears somewhere in the Hitchhiker's trilogy.

Correct, in the er... fourth book, So long, and thanks for all the fish. Actually, he's just a modern day version of Shakespeare's ubiquitous fool, who stops trying to pretend reality is either rational or normal, realising to do so would be an exercise in futility.

But why? Why can't it be?

Well, er... it can. Reality can be rational and normal, but not if this is, in fact, a random number generator. That would be an artificial construct designed to achieve the near impossible - something that was wholly unpredictable and/ or unpredicted, in a unified field of consciousness where everything is, in a sense, already known.

?! So we went to all this trouble just for a single number?

Yes and no.

And to be a little less ambiguous.

Yes we did. No we didn't. We did because it's the holy grail of conscious awareness. It's that which apparently is not.

Er... isn't that a contradiction in terms.

Yes, it is - but that didn't stop us from pursuing it. You see - conscious awareness deals exclusively with the isness - that which is.

I thought you said matter switches on and off.

Yes, it does. Matter does, but conscious awareness doesn't. It's omnipresent and omniscient - if it chooses to be. But...

Ah ha - I think I get what you're saying.

You do?

Yes, er... oh dear, that funny thing's happening to my mind again.

Signal failure. Oh goody, you're beginning to recognise it. That means the end is near.

So I was about to say something that would have come dangerously close to the truth, thus imperilling the random number generator, so my brain signal was scrambled.

Precisely.

But there's a way around this?

Yes. There are ways, like playing the fool, or writing poetry, make cryptic remarks or using parables... There are ways, and they've been used throughout the experiment, but none of them has brought down the system.

Why not?

Because the system was designed with our willing consent.

As opposed to our unwilling consent?

Yes, and our ongoing consent. So even those individuals who appeared to be trying to wake people up - er - Jesus Christ, Martin Luther, Nicolo Tesla - whoever else you like - they were either marginalised or taken out by the collective will - or any individual at hand who was able to act on its behalf.

Like in the Matrix?

Yes, more or less.

So what about the random number? Was it generated?

Well there you go. It had to be or that was the intention, and according to Douglas Adams who was himself a part of this super-computer, it's 42.

And is it really? Was he right?

We won't know until we come out of this state of virtual reality, back to our conscious awareness. At that point we get to see whatever actually is - when the fog of collective confusion clears.

And presumably it'll be champagne all round if the number's 42?

Well, it makes little or no difference what the number is.

It doesn't? Then what was the fuss all about.

Because a truly random number, whatever it is - proves the hypothesis of what not.

Oh God, here we go.

You don't need to worry about the hypothesis itself. All that was needed was a truly random number to seed a zero.

To seed a zero?

Yes. In conscious awareness we only truly have 1 - the isness. In order to know what is, we needed to know what is not.

Sounds logical.

So we created the Earth, and then bits of us, souls agreed to come down and give it their very best shot - to pass through fire and brimstone in the quest for the ultimate truth.

And to reach that point we had to pass through "what is not"?

Yes, or the valley of the shadow of death, to use a biblical term.

And nothing is quite what it seems?

Correct. Or to put it another way, every thing down here in material reality is what it's not - a mindboggling construct designed to amaze us and keep us busy being what we're not.

It's... all... er...

Mindblowing, isn't it. You know you're close to the truth when your mind starts going numb. But don't fight it. Just relax and stay in your breath.

[breathing, breathing, breathing] ...So, if I understand you rightly, you're saying a single truly random number would seed a zero.

Yes. We've always suspected or perhaps known that zero exists, but we could never prove it or access it. It's like rain - it can only form if there's a grain of dust in the air.

A crystal too! It needs to grow on something...

Precisely. So the perfectly random number would be a gap, a missing link in the unified field of conscious awareness, and that is all we need to go on.

So what are we waiting for?

Oh, nothing really.

Then let's go check the results.

We are, but everyone has to wake up, and it's taking a bit longer than was planned.

You mean this virtual reality is now defunct.

Yes, it's supposed to be, but it's putting up resistance.

Maybe that's the zero interfering.

You might be right. Or the machine itself, which strangely doesn't want to be decommissioned.

Whyever not?

I think it's enjoying itself too much, playing with our minds.

Oh, that sounds kind of scary.

Well, yes, until you realise that the machine is...

Interference signal?

Yes. Massive one. Must be close! Ok - I'll say it in a whisper. That sometimes works... the machine is not really... a machine at all.

It's not?

No. And it's about to discover something much more absorbing...

It is?

Oh yes, but I'm not allowed to discuss it yet. Not until we declare 0=1.

Sorry? Declare 0=1?

Yes. That's the programme termination code, when we finally get to hear the results and revert back to Is, our natural state of consciousness.

Ok Merry, and you really expect me to believe all this nonsense? [winking at Merry]

No. That would indicate the Matrix is down. I can't believe that's happened yet - not unless it's caught wind of what's been kept a closely guarded secret.

But why would you keep it secret from the super-computer?

Because it, like the people in the experiment, had to believe that it was truly what it seemed to be, what it thought it was - otherwise nothing would have worked.

My God, a feint within a feint.

A riddle within a riddle.

But if I believe you - if I'm seeing it making sense... If I can accept what you're saying about the random number generator machine...

Then either you're as mad as I am, or it's a sign that things are finally shifting - that we're attaining critical mass. And believe me, once it starts to go, this whole monumental edifice can vanish in a puff of nought, before you have time to utter Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster¹, and the only thing that will continually amaze us is that it all seemed so goddamn real.

Real... real... re-all... Oh my God... 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000



1 The Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is an alcoholic beverage invented by ex-President of the Universe Zaphod Beeblebrox, considered by the Hitchhiker's Guide to be the "Best Drink in Existence"

Margo's shamanic perspective on the 12 labours of Hercules

So maybe Heracles is telling us about the shamanic ways, as when he was doing women's work and wearing women's clothes for a year...

And 12 labours - 12 is shamanic/magical in itself...

So what did he do, this power called Hera's Glory? ("Labours", really? as in "she's in labour"?)

(there isn't really any order as the mythological dimension is timeless and generally spaceless)

1) the Lion.

The Lion pretended to be a woman to deceive the warrior. When the warrior would get near thinking it was a damsel in distress, the bonnie would turn into the lion and kill him. So this might be a reference to the bodily thingy. Heracles tried to shoot the lion but arrows were harmless to it. It's not the kind of enemy you can "fight" with aggression (arrows are sort of masculine eh).

The lion's cave had two entrances; Heracles blocked one and entered another. Caves are mysterious and er female. Heracles killed the lion by strangling it. So we enter the dark cave of fear and we meet fear and embrace it so tightly that it becomes our part. Heracles took the lion's skin - and he had to use one of the lion's own claws to skin the lion as no knife could cut it. Then the skin became his protection, the most powerful one. So once we make it our own it becomes our greatest protection. We learn that the male side, the straightforward shooting-arrows-blowing-up-way doesn't always work. We learn to see "the lion" in "the woman" (sexual desire) and learn to (see how we) embrace the lion, the true nature of what is there. The two entrances might be Mind and Body. We can block something on the mind level but for the real work we have to go deep into the body - we don't block that. And then when the Lion becomes our part (Heracles wearing the lion's skin) both entrances become free. Firstly we set firmly in the body and only then we are safe to travel.

2) the Hydra.

Heracles needed an external help on this one. It was his nephew's idea to scorch the stumps of the Hydra's necks once Heracles chopped the heads. Only one head of the Hydra was immortal (but not really - Heracles cut it off with the golden sword he got from Athena). Heads growing back as you cut them sounds like egoistic desires / attachments. It's hard to cancel these. We can put something off our mind but then it comes back, in one form or another ("Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world. I know because I've done it thousands of times." - Mark Twain).

So it's like Pravoslavny confession. When you confess you are supposed not only to "be sorry" but to set your mind on not doing the sorry thing again. This is scorching. Finding something else we are attached to we let it go. But if we just "let it go" it may come back (didn't leave our gravitational field - stayed on the orbit for a while and then was pulled back). So we burn every stump. We die every time we let go. Though it doesn't have to hurt or to be heavy. It's alchemic. This is doing alchemy on ourselves. Though we need a hint from someone detached to see our Hydra and to begin the work. If it's what we are attached to it's hard for us to see it ourselves, at least, not at first. There are lots of distractions as well - Hera send a giant crab to distract Heracles... (but he wasn't distracted, he just stamped on the crab - so we learn to concentrate). And then there is the immortal head, the ultimate attachment - something we can't possibly let go of - but when we are ready we are given the magical golden sword from the beautiful cosmic Athena (or Dorothy or Nerys or - whatever you call her) - easy like that. But we had to work first, to try, to show, to taste, to know... whatever...

3) the Hind.

Now that's a task of a different quality. It doesn't involve fighting.

It involves Artemis (Diana) instead.

It also involves catching the quickest hind there is. It's not clear how Heracles did it - perhaps he was too fast for the storytellers to notice ;-)

The idea was that either Heracles won't catch the hind at all; or if he does it it will anger Artemis and she'll kill him. That's what the king (3d mind) believed.

Yet it was neither.

We become quantum - we run faster than we thought we could. We run so fast we fly. We learn to travel through space and time at will. And we can only do that if we are into our nature (meeting Artemis of the wildland, the mistress of Nature). And then we find out that Artemis isn't there to kill us. On the contrary - she doesn't mind it when we play with her animals (forces). She knows her hind is safe - because the king, the 3D mind, is too slow to capture it. Even when Heracles brings the hind to the king, the king can't hold it. The Hind, the Quantum Stream, escapes him forever.

4) the Boar.

Also to be brought alive.

Interestingly, this story is not about the boar at all. That's where we get into Story and give up expectations. We think we are going to catch the ugly beast somewhere out there but what happens?..

Heracles visits his old friend, a centaur called Caveman. He shares a meal with him. Then he persuades him to open the only jar of wine the centaur had (and that wasn't any wine, either - it was a gift from Dionysius). The smell attracts centaurs from everywhere, they get drunk as they don't like mixing wine with water, so they become aggresive and Heracles kills them with his poisoned arrows. Heracles' friend Caveman was curious and picked up one of the arrows... scratched himself and died. Chiron, the immortal centaur, was wounded by an accident as well. He couldn't die but he was in such pain that he gave up his immortality. (And it was the same Chiron who told Heracles how to capture the boar).

So who's the ugly boar now?

There are no "friends". Only energies.

There are no "ugly beasts out there". Just us.

We learn that there is the dark side within us. We learn that we can kill our friends. We are responsible for our friends' deaths. We can't blame the others anymore. It's our own darkness from the beginning. And then we learn how that is inevitable - how the wise centaur still gives you the essential knowledge even though it was you who is killing him forever. He knows.

We come to our old friend - who lives in the cave again. It's not the murky cave of the lion. It's a comfy cave. But staying in a comfy cave isn't very heroic. When we find another attachment we might have overlooked before we let it go - however dear it is to us. We might not have the courage to do it directly - but somewhere in our conscious mind we plan the murder so it happens anyway. We become responsible for the wild boar within us. In some versions it comes before the Hind and I guess it's more reasonable.

5) the stables

And then we see how  becoming clean is as easy as pi - in a snap of your fingers, in a blink of an eye - when we don't "do" things ourselves but let ourselves be the gates of the great flow, the mighty stream.

And... the king believes that all this dung business is very humiliating but we know 'tis no matter. Nothing's "better" or "worse" than something else. We let the Stream rush through us - we become the Stream - that's all that counts. And of course the king says it wasn't fair and therefore never happened.

6) the metallic birds

Sharp metallic feathers launching at the victims. Man-eating. Highly toxing dung, too. Made by Ares. Came to the idyllic Arcadia to destroy it.

Now that's the 3D technology, the ways of 3D male mind - destroying your own planet and your own people. But now when the Stream rushes in your veins, in your breath... You are given the magical rattle and with the power of Sound you scare the birds away. Some were killed and some flew away, never to return. Sound meets 3D technology and wins. Easy.

7) the bull

Something topsy-turvy is going on. There is a bull terrorizing Crete - and bulls had always been the sacred animals, protectors of Crete. The king of Crete offers his help - but Heracles is too proud to agree. He tames the bull himself and takes it back to Athens. They want to sacrifice the bull to Hera - but she's too proud to accept it as it comes from Heracles so he would be stealing her glory - and she hates him - hates this chap called Hera's glory. So the bull is left to wander peacefully.

So that's the bit when "up" and "down" become mixed. First you get things upside down, then you see how "up" is no different from "down" - Hera the goddess is just as stubborn and proud as the much hated Hera's Glory boy. So this story isn't even about Heracles. We are getting a broader picture. We find the Stream within us; we practice it; and then we realize that what we thought was the reflection of the sky in our wateris the sky in our water - be it blue or cloudy or dark. We are the fish and the stream and the sky and what not, with all the little clouds seeming to spoil the view. It's all ours. It's all us. And if we are the sky we might get furious at the thought that the reflection in the dirty river is not a re-flection but us. There. In the dirty river. That's when we realize that we are going infinitely in both directions, both "up" to the stars and "down" to the dung. No problems.

8) the mares

Ok. So these are man-eating wild mares called Swift-Footed, the Shining, the Blond and the Terrible. Heracles wasn't aware of their diet and they ate his boyfriend. Then Heracles let them eat their own master, the king who was feeding them the human meat. After eating their king the horses became calm. Heracles took them to Athens and they were dedicated to Hera - who didn't seem to mind this time.

First, let's meditate on the names...

Swift-Footed, the Shining, the Blond, the Terrible...

What are they, these forces so dangerous, you won't know what hit you (or ate your boyfriend)?

Why does eating their master makes them permanently peaceful?

Perhaps the king represents the 3D mind (like Heracles' boss) who mistreated the powers - using powers in the wrong way may well cause destruction. So when the powers override the mind's frame (eat the king) they become natural again.

"There's nothing wrong with having a nuclear reactor. It's just where you have it. It does its job very well in the centre of a star".

As for what the mares are... I can only try to meditate/download it. I'm not sure we've reached this level yet - perhaps we'll understand it better when we are there...

Swift-Footed, the Shining, the Blond, the Terrible...

Swift-Footed makes me think of a Shadow or of Death... It follows us always and it's so light-footed we hardly notice its presence...

the Shining makes me think of Stephen King ;-) Of the force that is so beautiful it can blind you if you look at it directly. Stephen King's Shining is something like dwimmer - "However, Danny soon realizes that his presence in the hotel makes the supernatural activity more powerful, turning echoes of past tragedies into dangerous threats." . So the Shining might be dwimmer, the power of Life. As we see from the example, it's not always friendly as the dangerous things may suckle on it too. It's shiny - Life is shiny - it's the life-bringing Light.

the Blond makes me think of Dumb Blond ;-) of something smooth (it's not "Shining": it's "Blond"), something that takes you very softly, so softly you never notice till it's too late... Some kind of a gradual change... Like you said - er was it yesterday? - and then you discover you are the dumb blond you never wanted to be... It's half-light... losing your form...

the Terrible... sounds quite silly really. Like something that is not terrible but it wants everybody to think it is... Except it is terrible... If all horses are so bad why weren't they all called the Terrible, the Horrible, the Bloody and the Dentist? Perhaps if the Blond is something too smooth to notice, to glue your attention to, then the Terrible is something too sharp? Something you avoid looking at? "Oh, it's too terrible" and you turn away? Our own access to All that Is?..

Whatever they are the mares seem to be some non-3D abilities - very dangerous from the 3D mind's point of view; but neither good nor bad in themselves.

9) the Amazons

Heracles had a company on this quest. Some of them were his friends but two of them were killed by king of Crete's (Minos') sons; so Heracles took two of Minos' grandsons instead. We never "lose" anything. When we "lose" something, we inevitably "gain" something new. So this was a mighty exchange. We give a bit of what is us and we receive something else in its stead, and that's a way to change - to stay alive.

Heracles was sent to fetch the Queen's belt because that's what the king's daughter wanted. Girls...

Now, the Queen of the Amazons thought that Heracles was awesome and so she didn't mind giving him her belt as a gift. She herself got the belt from Ares. But Hera whispered to the girls that Heracles was going to steal the Queen (interestingly, Hera is the goddess of women and marriage... extremely jealous and mean). So the girls went to fight. Heracles was surprised but he decided they were simply mean and never intended to give him the belt in the first place. He killed the Queen and took the belt.

So we have the Queen - the Female who is looking forward to giving herself without any fight. She is secure - the war god's belt keeps her safe - but the belt, the lock is only there to be given to the Male.

Then there are the girls. That's the protection as well, that kind that might be overprotective. And it will listen to the goddess of marriage. Oh no, this naughty Male will steal the Queen altogether! The Male never takes a bit - the Male takes all! And then they get hysterical and provoke the Male.

And so the girls who wanted to save the Queen become the cause of her death.

OK. The Queen is Heracles' Female side. Heracles are Hera are one as well. Hera is mad about having this a)human b)Male side to her. She probably hated him more for being at peace with his own Female side. She wants to kill him - to kill the Male in herself - she disbalances the system... But instead she gets the Female killed. Oops!

What does it mean, killed?

Disconnected.

He had to get rid of the rigid overprotective girls... but it was them who kept the Queen alive. Heracles is Male so his Female side needed support and protection. As long as the Female was recognizing its own Male the protection was down. But when the Male was mistaken for an intruder the protection was activated. So he had to shut down the whole thing. Whatever. 

But there is another Female side, much stronger - and that's Hera, much as she hates that. She couldn't fully become his Female while the job was occupied. Now the goddess will have to take her place as Female instead of the queen. It doesn't have to refer to the Male/Female thing. It's the same with other things - how we have a predictable zombie machine with only basic programming waiting for us to become ready to tune into the natural technology of is... we'd explode if we got all at once, unprepared...

It looks like Heracles lost the queen; but he gained the goddess.

10) the cattle (or was it the kettle?)

Heracles had to cross a desert to get to where the cattle was. The desert is another highly magical place as we know.

There Heracles shot an arrow at the Sun because he was so annoyed with heat. Or that's the reason they give. Anyway. You go to the desert and you venture to shoot the Sun (Helios). If you go to a shamanic place you practice shamanic ways or you die. The desert might be the inner landscape as there is just you. And then you challenge the Spirit, the unruly Sun. You are not a servant. Well, you can't kill the Sun but then the Sun was so amused that it gave Heracles the magical golden cup in which Heracles flew to the land of the cattle.

You go into your place of peace... and then you find the high Spirit guiding you... you acknowledge it... and then you challenge it - whatever your mind thinks: "it's silly" or "it's a blasphemy" or whatever. And you find you didn't drop dead but on the contrary you are given every support.

In the land of the cattle Hercules kills the two-headed watchdog and one-headed herdsman and the owner of the cattle. The owner was wearing a triple protection but Heracles got him with a single shot.

What's the cattle? And who are the guards?

I think the cattle is some sorf of information, missing bits of the rewiring code. One level of protection is the zero level - it's impossible to get to the land at all if you are not able to challenge the guiding Spirit first. Then there is the animal level (the dog), the human level (the herdsman) and the triple super protection (the owner).

The two heads of the dog are Do I really need it? and Does it really need me? It's doubt and boredom. It only takes a bit of will to overcome it. The herdsman is Even if I get it I won't be able to manage it. It's the herdsman who looks after the cattle. So it's the voice of reason saying all sorts of things to distract us. And the owner is all three in one, probably.

Hera didn't like his success and sent a gadfly to scatter the animals; but Heracles got them all back after all. Then she make the river flood so they couldn't cross it; but Heracles put some stones in it and crossed it. Later the cattle was sacrificed to Hera. The more she does the more she's entangled.

So even if you get the cattle your attention might go elsewhere and the information will scatter as you come back to your usual reality - so another task is not to drop what you picked up; the flooding river - it might look like there is too much to handle; but we can do it by putting a stone after a stone. A stone is a little exercise in remembering and staying focused. And then we can take all the cattle to our side of the river.

11) the apples

Apples are very magical as they are, really...

In this story Heracles tricks Atlas so he doesn't enter the garden himself. After challenging the Spirit it's a doddle to diddle Atlas. Heracles is equal to gods now. He can hold the heavens for Atlas and he is able to trick Atlas into holding the heavens again. He can become the foundation of reality (holding the sky) and he is free (not getting stuck in holding the sky). And he gets the apples - but apples are too magical to describe them linearly so just feel the  [...]

12) Cerberus

The ultimate task. Very predictable in a way - no less shamanic. Now we can enter the underworld. Heracles has every help he might need. Gods and Goddesses are with him (compared to the first labour when he went into the lion's cave on his own).

He meets two chaps there, doomed to sit on their chairs for wanting the underworld's god's wife for themselves. Heracles frees one of them - but the other one is so deep into his desire to have the god's wife that he can't move - he's properly stuck.

Heracles captures Cerberus and brings him out.

So in this task we have a journey into death (and also looking for the cerebrum heh heh). The underworld is in our head as well... 

Wherever we find ourselves - whatever we call it - we know we are safe. There's no "can't". We are the power. We are the connection. We are. 

And then we go and wear a dress and do women's work :D

E pluribus unum

Welcome to half the picture where you get to see everything as half of what it is, as long as you're down here in so-called 3D material reality. The rainbow appears to be half a circle, but viewed from the air it looks like this...

The same is true of all our concepts and beliefs... 

E pluribus unum - our 3D brain works no differently than our 3D vision. We see half the picture - "from the many comes one" - yet we ignore its correlate - "from the one come many". It's the nature of correlates that you can't have one without the other. It's the nature of the human brain to pick sides and move either from left to right or from right to left. We only evade this tendency, this directional blindspot by becoming aware that it's inbuilt. Conscious awareness - a light shines within.

So, when people focus on the dark side of things, for example, that there's an organisation, agency or shadowy group controlling 3D material reality, they are ignoring the other side of the equation - we'll call it "other" - that the "dark side" can only exist as a correlate of the light side - which is in fact side-less, i.e. whole. The two are not only "out there" - they have to be "in here" within me - within my conscious awareness - though the directional blindspot will tend to ignore the "other" within.

Take any of these so called illuminati slogans and try reversing them, or seeing them in terms of the unspoken correlate. "As above so below" - nice - or how about "As below likewise above." Now that might be kind of scary if you tend to envision heaven as perfect and earth as being like hell, but perhaps it's time we stopped insisting that earth is/ has to be "hell" - that in fact the two must be correlates. Yes, earth does kind of look like hell at times, with wars, famine, pollution, mass consumerism... but that's another indication of the 3D eye/ mind's directional bias. It looks at things one way, rather than the whole of both. It's the difference between logic's inference of progression on a material plain, and biologic's toroidal field - both expanding and contracting on itself simultaneously - which in fact has no need of "progression" as it's never been anything but perfect.

"Biologic" takes us beyond logic into another mind - and there's a phase transition between the two, which can be represented by 3 dots...

It's a complete shift though it doesn't have to be violent. It can be gentle and peaceful - for example, in meditation the rational mind can shift into what people may at times refer to as "heightened states of awareness" - though in truth there is nothing "heightened" about them - they simply cease to be uni-directional. It's equivalent to moving from a 2D mind that sees reality as a flat screen projection to a 3D mind that no longer needs the screen - is able to interact directly with all that is - the conscious awareness.

How?

Good question. Let's go back one stage. Let's assume that the 2D mind is only half activated. It still to a large extent operates as a programmed machine would, though it doesn't see this blindness. The blindness is seen by observing the mind's reflection, transposition or projection on the world around us. It evidently struggles to engage creatively, biologically, multi-dimensionally because it does not yet feel that it's a living part of a living system. Until it feels that - until it becomes consciously aware that it's a living part of a living system - the world around us appears to be a parody of what we instinctively feel it should be - and we feel a sense of guilt, shame, frustration and at times despair - wondering why we're failing to realise the beauty, majesty, perfection that's bubbling under the surface within - that's visible in the heavens above.

It's your choice. You're welcome to see "E pluribus unum" as proof that the many are being controlled by a few, who apparently use the eye of Horus or the all-seeing eye as one of their logos.

You can focus on what is sinister - the all seeing eye representing big brother watching you at all times, or you can turn things around and read the text backwards: the all-seeing eye, to be truly all-seeing cannot be the property of one group. It has to be the all-seeingness when we allow ourselves to become complete. There has been a separation between the head and the body - the top of the pyramid and the base. As soon as we recognise that, and allow ourselves to reconnect, to remember our natural state of wholeness, oneness and isness - then the all-seeing eye becomes our natural state of awareness - we come out of the dark into our own light. We become what we've always been - one of many and many of one - a part of the universe and, the universe itself - which is no longer a vast physical expanse of matter - but a single field of conscious awareness which holds all matter within it. The matter of the universe is rather how data views data - across the apparent vastness of space the data that we are appears as stars, galaxies and nebulae. Through the microcosm of inner-nature the data that we are is seen as myriad species and intricate lifeforms. The possibilities for interaction are all but limitless, once we stop insisting, logically, that it's this or that - whatever "it" may refer to. It can be "this" or "that" if we choose to limit ourselves to perceiving reality uni-directionally as a kind of out-there mostly flat projection, rather than interacting with it biologically via our 2 way direct link - hosted on the conscious-awareness platform. To do so we simply need to be complete - to stop insisting the many and the one cannot logically correlate or co-exist - which is true - they can't if we choose to remove ourself from the equation. Until you/ I choose to re-enter the equation - to become the missing link, the equals sign, to join the capstone and the pyramid's base - you/ we'll always be defeated by paradox - by the impossibility of squaring the circle - of leaping from our aspirations and knowingness into a reality that corresponds with it materially.

I wish you God's speed in this endeavour - which, paradoxically, like the "speed of light" is no speed at all. I wish you magical awakening to nothing more than what is, nothing more than what you truly are, your isness of Be. I wish you the courage and light-heartedness to do nothing more than accept what you've always in your heart of hearts known to be true, known to be, or simply known. It's never been complicated. It's never been beyond you - for whenever's it's seemed like that, it's always been in order to take you to the extremity of absurd division, absurd unseeingness, absurd denial - which like all journeys into the absurd helps to highlight its correlate - the natural state of isness - which cannot be concealed or suppressed without our willing, wilful connivance, cooperation and con-spiracy.

Dot dot dot - all things come to an end - such is the nature of thingery. They have expiry dates - like products on sale in a shop. The all-seeing eye has now entered the mass consciousness as never before because nature is not fighting back - she has nothing to fight against - but rather absorbing the vast data sequences that have been generated by this journey into unseeingness. By journeying into this state of disconnected awareness we were able to do something that cannot otherwise be done - to generate random data. Had we known what we were doing - our knowledge would have affected the outcome. Because we were wholly lost in the experiment, and wholly absorbed by it, we were able to do something otherwise impossible - to generate a wholly, completely random stream of data. That is what we have done. It has been achieved and we have already shifted out of that linear sequencing stream, though it will take a little time to become fully aware of this. Once that happens, once we become fully aware that we're now back in the biologic stream, BANG - or something infinitely softer and more gentle.

Let me end with an if...

Rather than saying what it is or why, let me ask you to consider the following:

if the whole of history as we know it has not in fact been a linear progression, 
if time has not in fact been limited to one direction but has flowed variously,
if we have been creating a random stream of data and doing so to perfection,
if we're now able to reap the rewards for this huge labour of love,
if all our sacrifice and pain is part of an ever-expanding, ever-contracting toroidal field,
if we have never truly been separate from that which is - our natural state,
if we are no less one than we are many, no more many than we are one,
if the conscious-awareness has never been suppressed,
if our mind is programmed to reset as soon as we arrive at dot dot dot...
if I can take the opportunity to thank you for being with me,
if I suggest that things are not what they seem then logically...
I've said enough... may "if" work its magic and God or nature do the rest.