A tale told by an idiot - otherwise known as number three - the beast and me

Do you remember those story books for children that were popular for a while back in the 80s I guess, or early 90s - you got to choose what happened next. If you want the character to take the proferred gift of Turkish delight - turn to page 84, if you don't then go to page 17 - that kind of thing.

They were fun for a while, and they obviously taught us a valuable lesson - that there can be more than one outcome.

Now
everyone on the planet at the moment, or most of us, assume that there's only one possible outcome for the planet as a whole. Either we get our act together and somehow pull out of the death spiral we're currently in, or we go the way of other great civilisations such as Mars, and destroy ourselves by toasting the biosphere. And looking at the situation objectively, and from a more or less materialist perspective - there's almost no chance of achieving the former, human nature being what it is.

But I'm not telling you to panic, or to go back into that oh so familiar "nothing I can do about it" - sort of helpless-shrug mode of passive acceptance or resignation. Oh no!

No?

No, I assure you, I'm not.

Then what?

Well there's number 3, isn't there?

Number 3?

Yes, there's always a third option.

There is?

Yep. It's a mathematical certainty, though our bipolar minds always overlook it.

They do?

Of course, like Sirius Black's house 12 Grimmauld Place, that muggles simply can't see. Even when we're considering a third option - it's never really a genuine third.

What do you mean?

Well, a genuine third option - that's neither "a" nor "b" will only come to mind if you have a mind for it to come to.

What are you insinuating Merry... that we're too dumb?

No, no and again no. I'm not insinuating at all, I assure you. I particularly dislike all forms of insinuation - which in my humble opinion are mean, underhand and cowardly. If you want to say something, I always say, then make it plain, say it without shame.

Then what?

The third is simply inaccessible to the bipolar mind.

Er Merry - what exactly do you mean by "bipolar mind". Are you referring to some medical condition?

No, I assure you. The bipolar mind is the usual 3D mind that's obligated to think in terms of one or the other - such is the nature of the beast.

What beast?

The beast you're operating from within.

??!

Well, you don't for a minute imagine you're really 3D creatures incapable of multi-dimensional reasoning do you?

Er...

Surely you have an inkling of your higher self - your higher functionings? You've all sensed things that are hard to put into words. You've all experienced beauty and love, even if just for fleeting moments, that lift you over the mountain tops, into the stratosphere of isness, before you come crashing back down into muck and brass, nuts and bolts 3D existence, have you not?

Well, if you put it that way - yes - I suppose we have.

You see - your higher functionings are still accessible, but only just, so most the time you're hostage to the beast that's only really able to think in terms of fight or flight, love or hate, right or wrong, even though you're aware that there must be more than two sides to every sphere.

Er... Merry - you're losing me again.

Sorry Pi. Look - it's just that you've come from a realm where you can move in any direction without limit, to one where your mind operates much as an antagonistic muscle system - one side contracting, the other relaxing - not altogether dissimilar to a computer with its 1s and Os, either on or off.

Oh. So I'm a beast-cum-computer. Is that it?

That's the LCD.

The what?

The lowest common denominator - but of course you're infinitely more and you're free to soar - as you well know.

I am? That's - er - reassuring.

Yes. You're poetry in motion. You're the be-all-and-end-all. You're alpha and omega with delta, epsilon and theta wrapped within - waiting to shatter the illusion of flat screen objective reality.

Oh.

Yep. So, what I was getting at is it's hardly surprising you tend to overlook the third - as you've agreed to participate in this what-if extravaganza of normal-it-y.

This what?

You know - normality - that's what you call it, isn't it? You're reality is designed to seem normal. All of the abnormal entry and exit points, all of the cuts and omissions, the gaps in continuity - they're all carefully edited out so you have this seemingly seamless livestream transmission. Such is the nature of the beast. You simply forget or ignore any thing whatsoever that confounds or contradicts the seemingly normalness of it-y.

Of ity? Not sure I know what that is?

it plus y - where y refers to what seems to be I - in its limited state of awareness.

Oh. So you're saying there are gaps and breaks in the livestream?

Absolutely.

But er... how do you know?

Because you can't help noticing them, if you're not in the what-if reality experience. It's a bit like someone in the studio audience, or an actor on stage. They see the breaks in transmission. They can see where the set ends, where the cameras and lights are. In actual fact, you can see them too - but your normal-it-y conditioning causes you to ignore them.

It does?

Absolutely - otherwise you'd find it impossible to concentrate and hold the illusion in mind - that this is really it.

Well, it's nice to know I'm doing it because I choose to, rather than because I'm too stupid to read between the lines.

Far from it. You're a willing accomplice.

An accomplice in crime?

In a manner of speaking, yes. This is a somewhat criminal act, you're undertaking.

How so?

All the killing and maiming, all the destruction that's ongoing. It's not exactly in the nature of Is.

No? I always assumed it's human nature to act this way.

Precisely - to "act" this way - because it is an act.

Well, there's nothing original in your hypothesis - Shakespeare said as much in his "All the world's a stage" speech.

not necessarily William Shakespeare           

True, but then this is no hypothesis. Killing, maiming and destruction are antithetical to your true nature - in fact, you'd find it impossible to do any of this if you hadn't purposefully cut yourself off from what you truly Be - your isness.

Then why? No, don't tell me - we were bored and wanted to experience the dark side, just for the hell of it.

Ha ha - very funny.

Then what?

Not what - it's more a case of "what if".

Go on...

Well, the question "what if" is, in fact, immensely powerful.

It is?

Yes. With what if you're able to go beyond any thing whatsoever.

Well don't just stop there as if I'm supposed to understand what you're going on about.

Until you what if "is" - you're stuck with plain vanilla existence - the isness of Be - which no matter how wonderful, loving and perfect it is - just happens to be          [neither here nor there/ unpunctuated, thus meaningless]

Happens to be what?

Not what! It just happens to Be - because it is all "of the creator", so to speak - so it's all perfectly aware of that which it is. There's no doubt or uncertainty. No death or destruction whatsoever. It all makes perfect sense - because there's neither time nor space - really - though they may seem to exist to a greater or lesser degree.

Then what?

Not what.

No, I need to know what you're on about.

Just as I said - "not what". Until or unless you insert "if" into the equation - as in "what if" - there is no such thing as "not".

I - am - at - a - loss - to - understand - what - you - are - going - on - about - Merry!!!!

Because you're up to your eyeballs in it - how could you possibly understand? That would be like a fish trying to understand water, or emotions.

Oh God. Then why are you telling me all this?

You know those strange things called expiry dates in supermarkets. Amazing things aren't they?

No - can't see any connection whatsoever. I - am - lost. You've failed to explain this to me.

I never really tried because there's nothing to explain.

Then what?

Listen to yourself Pi or Zie, or whatever you want to call yourself - because ultimately none of these names really touch your essence - your true nature.

Oh thanks a lot. Talk about personalising the debate - just because you're not winning.

Just listen to the broken record of your mind's logic. Ever and again coming back to it's touchstone save-all formulaic "what". What, what, what you bleat without ever wondering why... what do you mean? What do you want? What is it?

Listen Merry - I just about had enough of your abuse. What if you took your big opinions and know-it-all higher consciousness crap and just walked off a clifftop!

Ah! Now we're talking. Will you accompany me?

No, I will not. You know I'm not a murderer. Nor do I have any intention of being party to a misguided suicide attempt.

But if I'm right Psi, I cannot fail, I cannot fall.

Oh Jesus Merry. Didn't you ever read the Bible. Wasn't that one of the temptations of Christ - to throw himself off the mountain top - which he kindly declined?

Yes. And so we've had two thousand years of continued murder, misery and suffering - not to mention some astoundingly good poetry, music, art and general creativeness.

So what are you insinuating?

It's been a cosmic trade off. In our state of knowingness, our isness of Be, we have no meaningful degree of separation from that which is, and thus we're not able to generate the phenomenal elixir of what-not that humankind down here on Earth has been able to.

I can't believe I'm hearing this... The cynicism is... words fail me. You think we'd trade our lives, our wellbeing, our minds merely for the opportunity to create some good music or literature? Are you out of your mind??!

It seems insane, doesn't it, if you take all this at face value... If you assume it's really real, and not a carefully engineered reality experience. But, allow me, for a moment to interpose our secret weapon, our hero waiting in the wings - our very own "what if".

And? Am I supposed to meditate silently while you practice extending your dramatic pauses beyond breaking point?

What if we needed to experience "not", or what you might refer to as "nought", in order to make sense of existence, to make sense of Is, in order to get another perspective on that which is?

Well?

How could we do this without separating ourself from the isness? Without creating, then agreeing to enter and accept this illusion at face value - where anything goes, no matter how much it contradicts our essential nature.

But this makes no sense whatsoever. How could perfect beings - how could beings of light - of one essence with the creator succeed in generating hell on earth - and why would they be willing to perpetrate such crimes merely for the sake of art?

Ah - there you have asked some truly great questions - and I assure you the next stage of our mission will be to find answers to these very questions - but in the meantime, we're now pulling the plug on "not what" - because the "what if" that was used to set this whole thing up has reached the end of its resource.

What do you mean?

Well, it had to be projected into what you call material reality - which is a kind of reversal of Is. A real-it-y, where I as in y is only real in terms of it. This is what I mean by "not what" and when this was set up it required a certain amount of mental energy to get it going - to fund the operation if you like.

And what?

Not what has expired.

Oh come on Merry - I've heard all that 2012 crap about the end of the world. It won't wash. The world didn't end.

No, of course not, but "Not what" did.

Meaning what?

Meaning, like it or not, the current has now/ is now reversed. In a matter of time you're about to rediscover timelessness - if you get my gist.

No I do not.

At which point you'll be free to join me in comprehending the magnitude, the majesty and wonder of what has been created, and what has been achieved.

And I suppose I'll just overlook all the murder and destruction, will I, because it won't matter anymore? How disgustingly cynical.

Yes, I mean, no.

Well, make up your mind - which do you mean?

It's difficult to put in words Psi.

Try. This matters you know.

Yes, but words, like thoughts down here in 3D reality, are either all or nothing. They're separate from all that is - so how can I convey that which is? Everything that you do down here - whether you know it or not - is to create creation code. That's what the mind beast does - or did.

What?

Even when you're experiencing hate or misery, even at the very gates of annihilation - you're generating creation code - the elixir of what not.

No, no, no, and you can take your ridiculous "what not" and flush it down the quantum vortex of hyper-dimensionality - for all I care.

Done, if you'll agree to come with me for one moment out of time. I wish to share something with you that may answer your question

at which point Psi as he now seems to be, passes through a gap in the set, vanishing from normal-it-y for a period of unspecified duration - unbeknown to everyone else in this seamless three dimensional fabric of what-not-al-it-y.

Levitation matters - there's no thing to it

The ball is just floating in the middle of the room, in front of Merry.

My God - how do you do that? Eve asks.

Believe it or not I'm doing no thing.

Well whenever I do nothing that doesn't happen - Eve replies. I never have balls floating in mid air.

Yes you do - you just haven't yet learnt to see it that way. Seeing is believing.

No it's not. That ball is physically floating right in front of me. I can see it. I can go over and pluck it out of the air.

Don't be so sure.

What do you mean?

Well - try and walk over and pluck it out of the air.

Eve walks over to where the ball is, but doesn't make it.

What are you doing? Why can't I move forward? Is this some kind of force field?

I guess you'd say that there's a fluctuation in space time.

Oh.

So you see, the ball isn't really up in the air.

No? How disappointing.

Why so?

Because it seemed so magical seeing it up in the air.

And you believe it's less so now?

Well, knowing the truth as you put it - I feel kind of let down.

Yes - that's natural.

Why so?

Because you're relying on things around you to hold you up. You're not living the magic, the story, the isness.

Oh.

And as soon as you start doing so - you discover the magic is not whether a ball is actually up in the air or not - because up or down are neither here nor there.

Then what?

The magic is something that has eluded you because you've been looking for it somewhere out there. There's never going to be more magic out there than you allow in here - inside yourself. You are HUGE. You are indescribable, in spite of all your attempts to do so.

To do what?

To describe yourself. We're all living as if the descriptions or definitions are what matter.

Well, we need to know what we're talking about.

Do we? We are creators. We are artistic. We are weaving a multi-dimensional tapestry of isness that knows no limits. Suddenly space and time come unstuck.

What do you mean? Your world starts collapsing around you - is that it?

I mean that this is a dance - we are dancing with space and time creating any thing whatsoever. We are weaving it and is, particle and wave - and we are neither, either, both.

Hum... not sure I follow.

Good. Stop following what I'm saying and start leading. This is your dance, your show. No one, I mean NO one can do it for you, no matter how wise or proficient they may seem.

So you're saying I have to separate space and time - like some kind of nuclear fission reaction. No Merry - I don't like the sound of that.

Me neither. You made it sound terrible. Actually I didn't mean that, but you're free to hear and interpret however you like.

So what did you mean?

No thing.

Well how am I to move forward if you won't give me a clue?

Not by clutching at straws. Not by wishing to pin your colours to a mast and declare "this is it".

Then how? I need something.

And I'm giving you a special kind of something - a something that cannot be clutched no matter how hard you try.

You're giving me nothing whatsoever.

Yes. No thing - but then - from the perspective of the light that you are - from the perspective of your soul or your higher self - you need no thing other than what you already have - what you already are. Instead of looking for more - stop a moment to digest what you already have: what you are, where you are, who you are...

More introspection. That's not getting me anywhere.

...by learning to dance with everything you've tried so hard to deny, to ignore, to eliminate from the equation.

What do you mean?

Not what. You've tried to deny the magical side of your existence. The pure energy. The isness   0=1   You've directed all your attention to things that are mostly dead and sterile. Things that tend to reduce and diminish you, rather than bring you into your power and light.

So tell me how to stop? How to break out? How?

However you like. It's incredibly simple but you're only going to do it when you start following your passion, following your delight. Not by suppression or repression, nor by brute force or determination. If that we're possible you'd be able to levitate by lifting up your ears with your hands.

So just start doing whatever I really enjoy? Is that what you're saying? - Eve sounds disappointed.

Go further than that. Set yourself a goal. Make it your mission to rediscover the lost land of your passion for life and living - the land of your wildest dreams. Dance with the devil, every time it says "this is madness", "this is impossible", "you cannot succeed", dance with it for you have to confront your fear, your doubts, your despair head on, and bring in the swirling power of life-creative force that some refer to as God - letting go of whatever straw you've been clutching at - for none will get you there - and none are needed. You are all you need to be and all you're ever going to be - world without end - amen. Now kindly give the ball back to me.

Only now does Eve perceive she's levitated the ball into the corner of the room behind her head - and for a second she doesn't know whether to be guilty, shocked, appalled or delighted. Merry steps in and pulls a series of faces mirroring Eve's - and she comes down on the side of laughter - real joyful laughter - for suddenly she realises this is child's play - there's nothing to it whatsoever. If she can levitate the ball as she knows she can, she can do any thing - which is precisely where her story starts, and yours.

Merry and Patty make legal history

Merry was feeling kind of nervous.

No way! I don’t believe it.

I know, I know, but there are rare occasions when even Merry feels... well, anyway, he’s not immune to stage fright.

Stage fright? I didn’t know he’s an actor.

Oh come on Pi – Merry’s always been an actor through and through – but he doesn’t bat an eyelid before going on stage.

Then what was causing this?

The high court of consciousness.

The what?

The high court of consciousness.

Er... go on, you’ll have to explain that one to me.

Merry had agreed to represent a friend.

Er – why? Is he a lawyer?

No. You don’t need to be a lawyer to appear before the high court of consciousness. You just have to be willing to appear in person and present the case, which is done telepathically so there’s no need be trained in legalese.

But what about a knowledge of the law itself and court procedure and...

Easy does it Pi. You don’t seem to realise – the high court of consciousness is natural and intuitive. There is no body of laws that needs to be studied or learned. You just need to speak the truth.

To be honest – I’m not entirely convinced Merry’s able to speak the truth. He does have a rather vivid imagination.

Yes, he does, I agree, but when the communication is telepathic imagination is immediately recognisable as such, so to cut a long story short...

Wait a minute,wait – you haven’t told me how he gets there or who he’s representing.

I’m sorry – he’s representing Patty Greer – you know – the one who does all those films on crop circles.

Oh yes. Why, what’s the problem?

Wait and you’ll see.

Ok.

And he gets there as always through g-nome portal.

Well yes, so you say, but I want to know how it’s technically possible. I mean – this high court of consciousness isn’t here on Earth, is it?

Yes and no.

What do you mean?

Well, consciousness is as much here on Earth as anywhere else – so technically he doesn’t have to go anywhere – it’s just like plugging in an IP address. Your computer doesn’t have to physically move, does it, because every address is, in fact, in the same place.

It is? You could have fooled me.

Apparently so – but surely you can see that these addresses do not correlate with 3D space?

Ok, fair enough. But how does he get to g-nome portal in the first place?

Again – there’s really nowhere to get to. G-nome portal is accessed through the cuckoo la la protocol. Once you’re able to see that reality is not monolithic, and accept that as a multi-dimensional being you’re able to shift through interconnected levels of reality – the first place you come to, the hub or transponder is, you’ve guessed it, g-nome portal.

I still don’t get how you can just shift from one reality to another.

Well – you drive a car and know how to shift gears. You use the clutch and while the car is still moving forward you shift into another gear and release the clutch. The car may jerk a little if you don’t release it gently. If you tried to do it without using the clutch you’d have a problem, wouldn’t you? So the mind, likewise, can disconnect or declutch from one reality and tune into the signal of another one. Everything just happens like clockwork, and g-nome portal is a part of that skilfully designed mechanism.

Ok. I think I’ve got it – it’s just, you know Zie, I’m kind of impatient to test it out myself.

So go for it – nothing’s stopping you.

But I can never let go. I’m scared of falling. Something inside me is terrified.

Yes. We’ll talk about that later but right now Merry’s got to attend court, so if you’ll come with me, we have a seat in the visitor’s gallery.

Oh wow!

You’d imagine Merry would have put on something sober for such a solemn occasion – wouldn’t you – but no, nothing of the sort. I tried hard not to smile, but gave up. He was dressed in such an outlandish costume even the judges were grinning. Maybe that’s what he wanted. It certainly seemed to give him more courage, as he started to make the somewhat formal opening address:

Beloved All that Is, source and seat of all wisdom and grace, mercy and compassion: I, Merry Gems the 13^th, stand before you in order to present a claim of restitution on behalf of my friend Patty Greer, for energies in the form of money diverted and withheld by the distributors of her documentary films, with further damages for material hardship caused by their breach of contract, faith and trust, in accordance with the compensatory schedules of this most highly esteemed court.

By what right do you stand here before us – the judges inquire.

I stand before you at the personal request for legal assistance by Patty, when she made her problem known and said she desired legal remedy. I furthermore stand in my capacity as master of g-nomeportal and a lord of the change.

At this point the judges ever so slightly stirred, like leaves rustling in a light summer breeze – which by their standards was quite a dramatic gesture.

We hardly feel you need to come before us in your official capacity as master of g-nomeportal or a lord of the change. Justice, as you well know, Merry Gems the 13^th, is freely awarded to all supplicants, regardless of their position or official standing.

Yes, my lords, but you know how I like to flash my credentials in a slightly vulgar way from time to time – please excuse my poor taste.

The judges, to our relief seemed more amused than offended by Merry’s roguishness. After a moment’s telepathic consultation they make their pronouncement:

We have looked into the case and find it to be of substance and merit. We thus order the respondents to make restitution for the entire value of energies withheld and diverted within 21 days, plus an equal amount as special damages for material hardship caused by their breach of contract, faith and trust. The respondents are, of course, entirely free to ignore this court order, but we give them unequivocal, solemn notice that restitution shall be made by their higher dimensional selves within the given period should they fail to do so.

The higher dimensional selves of the respondents who were in fact present in court, bow respectfully to the judges as only higher dimensional beings can. Detached, seemingly aloof, yet full of light and love.

What does that mean? Pi asks in the visitors gallery.

Well, the 3D embodiment can ignore the court order because 3D being has this peculiar prerogative to do as it will, but this will make no difference to the outcome.

How come?

Because the higher Selves of the respondents are unable to ignore the need for restitution, even if they wished to. Besides, they know what’s best for their 3D self.

But how? Will they deposit money in Patty’s bank account?

They might. Or they might just leave it to the court to ensure the energies come to Patty in the right amount within the given timeframe.

Oh. But Patty needs money, not energies.

Believe me Pi, when “energies” are transferred into 3D material reality they can be money or far more than money. They’ll certainly not be less. As for the respondents – it would be better for them if they just gave her the money.

Why?

Because these energy transfers will cause not inconsiderable disruption in their lives. Paying up front with cash will be a minor inconvenience by comparison.

Oh.

Yes, if they knew the nature of the energies they have diverted and withheld – they would be more circumspect.

But usually people get away with murder.

True – but the shift has already hit the fan – the old forms no longer hold water. People are starting to realise this. Certainly that powers-that-were know that they’re losing traction. Besides, Patty’s work is connecting her with very powerful higher dimensional beings who can easily cut to the chase in this charade.

They can?

As you’ve just seen.

But I haven’t really seen anything. I mean – why didn’t they just go to court at the 3D level?

Why bother?

Well, that’s a good way to get compensation.

Yes, if the court isn’t bought. But at the 3D level you have to spend a fortune on lawyers and present copious documentation, whereas the high court of consciousness is overseen by the blessed and most serene All that Is.

So no need for evidence?

Not in material form. It’s all there in the akashic record.

It is?

Of course. And the respondents fail to realise that they have no reach or influence outside 3D. They’re probably not even aware of their other dimensional Self, which is why they thought they could act with impunity – like a school bully who doesn’t realise that there can be and is such a thing as instant karma – just as soon as the victims stop focussing on being victims, and calmly claim restitution from the most serene and compassionate All that Is.

But what about if the so called victims in a past life actually bullied the bully?

Then there’ll be a counter claim – but the judges will ensure that no one suffers because of a loophole or technicality. That’s not how it works.

I’m pleased to hear it.

So everyone coming before the All that Is in the high court of consciousness has to do so in a sober state of conscious awareness – knowing that all is connected, all is one – knowing that any harm or loss only appears to be so in 3D because there has been a kind of time delay caused by the veil of separation.

Ah.

Yes. It’s all very “ah” in the end – as the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle fit together.

So, tell me then, does Patty get her compensation?

What do you think Pi?

I’m not sure – it all seems a little surreal.

Ok – then tune in for a moment. I’ll help you – that’s right – declutch from your 3D mindset and become aware of the energies that were withheld and diverted. Have you got them?

Yes! I see them – I mean I feel them or see them... Yes. There’s such a flimsy sluice gate holding them back – and it’s blasted out of the way, like a car driving through a wall made of paper, and these energies – they’re almost alive – they’re bubbling and excited – they’re flowing back to Patty – it’s amazing to see. They’re all around her. She’s swimming in them – golden energies full of love and creativity.

Excellent Pi. You’ve just done a great service.

I have?

Yes – for seeing is bringing to isness. By seeing this process you’ve just activated and effected it.

But I thought  the judges did that.

Who are the judges? Who are you? Once you’ve learned to declutch and tune into whatever level of reality calls your attention, you’re no longer bound by any one narrative – effectively, you become the change.

Ah. That sounds good.  I think Patty realises it too, but I don’t get why she asked Merry Gems the 13^th to represent her in court?

Oh that’s something she could easily have done herself, but she chose not to. She has her attention focussed elsewhere, on the crop circles and sees no need to deal with these minor  inconveniences. Merry Gems the 13^th, on the other hand, likes nothing more than a good pageant and parade, so it was entirely appropriate that he should have been selected. Plus the fact that he’s a lord of the change.

And, what does that mean?

It means that the Earth has gone through a colossal shift, and so the huge problems down in 3D reality are about to be swept away. But this no longer needs to be done through the existing, corrupt 3D court system.

No?

No, it can be done energetically by appealing directly to the All that Is at the high court of consciousness which, in any case, is from whence 3D courts derive their fast waning authority.

Oh my God – that’s totally amazing. We can have instant justice – and we don’t even need lawyers?

No. We just need to publish notice – as Merry Gems the 13^th does when he gets back – as a courtesy to the respondents.

You mean he contacts them in person?

No, he just publishes the court transcript online – and that is enough.

How so?

Because the transcript comes from the high court of consciousness – so it cuts like a hot knife through butter and reaches the conscious awareness of all respondents, should they be willing to hear.

And should they not – they’ll be paying doubly.

Sadly so. But let’s hope they choose the easiest option. All that Is may offer them the grace to see the folly of their actions.

Ok. And Patty Greer – does she need to believe all this?

No, not at all. She made the initial request for assistance – that was enough. In the end – the proof is in the pudding. The energies – you see – can no longer be withheld – only is that possible in 3D – so as soon as you apply to the high court of consciousness all 3D energy barriers, gates and traps are completely irrelevant, redundant and frankly, anachronistic.

The End.

Perpetual motion by Margo

Perpetuum mobile? There's no such thing.

There is no such thing – but there is perpetuum mobile.

Oh – you mean like a fairytale. It exists in our imagination. Like unicorns.

I wouldn't be so quick on dismissing the unicorns – but no, perpetuum mobile is as real as reality, and even more real.

But it was proved that there can't be any perpetuum mobile for real.

Was it proved?

Well, no, not exactly, but they failed every time so they decided 'twas impossible.

How maturely scientifical.

Something to do with the law of energy conservation.

Say people who agree on the existence of black holes and on something-from-nothing Big Bang theory. But perpetuum mobile is right here.

Well, I've seen some very complicated inventions and they say there's more they keep in secret -

But I'm not talking about these toys. In fact, I'm not sure we're talking about invention.

Then it has to be the smallest particle that goes on forever by itself. Have they found it yet?

Look – that's how we miss the obvious. Trying to study parts, and parts of part, and partlets – and “have a non-working cat” - and then trying to combine the partlets in more and more complex ways – yes we all love Lego don't we – but have you looked at the whole for once?

The whole?

Well – consider a painting. At the moment you're pressing your nose against it – seeing some random-looking strokes and spots. You can study these of course – why not – if you're a great expert you will be able to recognize the kind of brush the artist had used, and the particular kind of paint, and you may calculate the force needed to make such strokes, and the angle of the brush, that sort of stuff. But you'll miss the painting.

You're not saying that art is perpetuun mobile.

Pay attention. That's an illustration.

So?

So you have to step back – even if your mind believes that stepping back is regress, degradation and  all things rotten. 'Tis not so. If you keep pressing your nose closer and closer, harder and harder you'll either make a hole in the picture or, more likely, break you nose – and neither is what a painting is about.

So I step back, and what?

Not-what. What will you see?

Why, the painting. A picture. From frame to frame. All there is – oh!

Yes?

The Universe is perpetuum mobile! The whole thing! It goes on forever without any external income of energy – you know, being infinite. Wow. Perpetuum mobile!

So we live in a world which doesn't agree with the so-called laws of physics, eh? “Export: none. Import: none”. Nice try.

Isn't that right?

Oh – it is, it is – within story.

Eh?

Within the frame, if you forgive my French. Let's say it might be true within the rules of the game.

Eh?

Well, I reckon the Universe is more of an invention than of a discovery. And it's invented, backwards, as infinite and forever.

I still don't get it. What do you mean, “The Universe was invented”? Are we talking religion here? On the first day of cosmos my true love sent to me the world in a pear tree?

Call it what you like. Though calling it – er – mythology or cosmology (religion is different) is rather pompous, and this is something simple. And you still don't see.

Don't see what?

Not-what.

(groans)

No, really. You don't see a “picture” when you're looking at a painting. A picture is a set of colours, paint and paper, mattery matter. Unless you understand not-what you see – the conversation is dead as a doornail.

But of course what I see is colours presenting an image.

“Image” is a good word. But you don't “see” colours – you think them; and you don't see the image they present – you think you do. Anyway. Here's an actual picture to help you.

Oh!

(flash!) Right, I've captured the moment. Now tell me what you saw.

Lots of sculls.

(BEEP! Red! Wrong!).

A pyramidal composition, symbols of death.

(BEEP! Red! Wrong!). Come on, one last try.

Sigh... A masterpiece of art?

(BEEP! Red! Wrong!). Would you like me to replay your original reaction?

Well...

Or would you like to try again?

Huh? What about the rule of three and stuff?

To the hell with rules and stuff. We're having fun here. Come on.

I'll try again, then.

Good. Ready... Set... Go!

…

Yes, take your time.

…

Anything to say? What do you see? (gently, gently)

..Horror. Horror. Mindless war. Mindless death. So many dead, they stop being people. Horror.

Well done. Here's another one to cheer you up.

So there. Once you see what - not-what you see – that's easy. The Universe is a painting; but if you want to know a painting it's no use looking at matter it's made of. You don't see a picture – you see an image, as in imagination – an idea – a thought – a flash of inspiration depicted laboriously in matter.

Looking at a picture you may think it's matter, paint and paper, colour waves, creating non-matter, thoughts and emotions. But it was non-matter that begot it.

So, er, if I follow your illustration – 'twas no matter creating the Universe?

'Tis no matter.

And (not)what be perpetuum mobile, then?

Isness of Be.

Doing it with things

We seem to have reached the bottom of the pit. We've been digging hard. We've shifted a vast pile of dirt, and finally we're here. The arkenstone - the crystal of all crystals which is supposed to be at the bottom is about to be retrieved - or so we believe - those of us in the know. This will give us the power to shed light on all the great mysteries and finally put the world, and indeed the entire universe, in order... so we believe, for everything we've ever learned, everything we've ever attempted has been based on this premise - and it certainly looks as if the entire universe has been aiding and assisting us in this great endeavour - we've come so far - we've succeeded so breathtakingly in our take over of the entire physical world.

Smashing things together - that's what we're really good at.

We've built these particle accelerators-cum-colliders. We accelerate these atoms to within a whisker of light speed and then, guess what we do? No idea? Well, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. We actually smash these particles together in order to reveal the secrets of the universe - because the secrets of the universe are contained within atoms. Buried in each atom is a tiny widget that is the lynchpin, the key of all that is, the thing that thingifies all things, that turns non-matter into matter. Neat, isn't it?

Now if we wanted to discover the secrets of time, what we'd do is go and get some really amazing Swiss chronometers - because the expensive ones are never just called "watches" or "clocks" - they're always "timepieces" or "chronometers" - and we'd scientifically smash them to pieces in order to discover all the components contained therein. Eventually we'd locate the elusive "time particle" - I call it the chronosplat - because chrono as you all know means time in Latin or Greek, and splat refers to the noise it makes when we squish it with our highly scientific multi-billion dollar hammer.

If we were looking for the life particle - which I've no doubt we'll start to hunt around for just as soon as we've got God neatly taped up in his very own sub-atomic particle, we'll naturally want to use specimens of the highest life form - which in our humble opinion is man. No point looking for an inferior grade of life particle, is there? So, we'll devise a life zapper - all under rigorous scientific conditions with no trace of sentimentality. We'll start with single cells - probably stem cells, but in the end we'll set up a breeding programme and we'll start zapping complete biological entities, which we'll call CBEs, as opposed to "humans" - as the latter term is overcharged with sentimental, emotional associations. If we're able to zap the CBEs under the right conditions - at either extreme temperature and pressure, or under extreme emotional stress - we'll discover that CBE emitting some kind of exotic life particle at the moment of expiration - and with that particle we'll be able to put life into any old pile of semi-organic matter, which will obviously do wonders for our research funding and the state of humanity as a whole - the two being inextricably correlated in our humble opinion.

I haven't yet decided what we'll call the life particle - nor even whether to use the Greek or Latin root. Some input from you, esteemed board members of Final Solutions incorporated would be appreciated. To date I've only come up with "bioflux" and "animucus" both of which are clearly contenders - but with so many great thinkers working at FS inc I'm certainly open to your suggestions.

So the particle, as you all know - is obviously what holds every thing together. There have been detractors and nay-sayers who fail to accept the material basis of all that is. They've had the temerity to say that smashing particles together is no more intelligent than crashing cars. They don't seem to realise that beggars can't be choosers. If there was a scalpel that could dissect these atoms - we'd use it - but we're looking for the stuff hidden within the high energy fields of Big Bang, so we do need to recreate those conditions. Some fear mongers have said that doing so could reverse Big Bang itself, causing all matter to flip into a matterless state, but to be honest, we've had long enough to speculate about this. The march of scientific progress cannot be halted for the hysteria of the faint hearted. It's our job to get to the bottom of things - and that's exactly what we're doing, digging and smashing.

But surely there's more than matter at the root of all that is - you know - like consciousness, for example?

Yes, I heard about the Indian heresy - but what do you expect from a bunch of consciousness cult members. They've just tried to hide God inside their version of consciousness, probably because they've got so many gods in the Indian pantheon that without Consciousness as some kind of supreme force or quasi-Being - they'd be hopelessly lost. But it won't do. We're not falling for that consciousness nonsense. We're certainly not going to stop smashing atoms in order to attempt tofind the basis of all matter in some kind of transcendental meditation. That would be as bad as taking ayahuasca.

One of them, whose name strangely enough is Pi, had the temerity to suggest that the micro and the macro are interchangeable in a fractal universe - that we could find everything we were looking for at the subatomic scale at any other scale or singularity - whether that be the galactic, the platerary or even the human. Can you believe it!? He thought we could just "meditate on things" and prove that life is the constant, which electromagnetically is none other than consciousness, and that instead of smashing we should try attuning - "as soon as you set the intention to attune to life's first flowering - no thing can keep you from finding whatever you truly seek" - as if meditation is going to help us achieve full spectrum world domination.

Paradoxically, as we advance in our material quest for knowledge, humanity grows weaker and increasingly degenerate, but soon we'll have the solutions to grow and develop the kind of CBEs that we require to keep this laboratory planet at the cutting edge of scientific enquiry, and whatever we learn along the way, you can be sure we'll use it to assist the masses, despite their pitiful ignorance of all that truly matters.

We're also setting up a William Shakespeare project to show how random collisions can and do result in great works of art, which is in fact precisely how the universe generates form and meaning from random, meaningless events. You have to realise that the works of William Shakespeare - far from being a huge or great achievement, are merely a pitiful chip off the all encompassing, immeasurably meaningful block of proto matter - matter so dense and weighty that it was contained within its own blackhole and thus occupied zero time or space - until, that is, as an act of great hubris and disobedience, a phantom shade of matter dared to question the supreme authority of the all-knowingness, the infinite information field that is the disembodied state of mindless matter, dared to take a little knowledge from the tree and use that in defiance of the whole, to collapse the waveform of proto-matter, causing a horrendous chain reaction, a mutation that spawned the universe through Big Bang and brought us to where we are today.

I am happy to say that with higgs boson we're finally able to square the circle - to return to the perfect cube of the all knowing mindless matter. Justice at last, and an end to the great rebellion led by Merry and his cohorts at the nefarious g-nome portal - who have dared to ask about the place of humour in the greater order of things, who dared to suggest that life loves to laugh - and other cheap platitudes. We'll see who's laughing when they're all back in cages like lab rats, reabsorbed into the all-knowingness, the infinite field of proto-matter.

Magicks - Merry even likes to consider himself some kind of pseudo-scientist - but he can't stop playing with a childish fantasy. He thinks there's some kind of story that is in the telling - a plot that holds everything together and that thing or matter pops in or out of existence based on the story we're creating with our thoughts, words and actions. The guy's really clutching at straws, though I have to admit that g-nome portal is almost entirely undetectable, and seems to be able to shift the narrative of whatever is happening in the world on a daily basis. We're attempting to bring down the portal as an obvious threat to our rational world order, but with no success to date, such is the sophistication of their cloaking. Its logic gates use no logic our computers can yet handle. 0=1 seems to be their insanity which is also their greatest strength. How can you attack guys who are using an operating system built on paradox and the bio-logic intrinsic to 0=1? But they're just a few renegades. No thing can stop our final solution as we recreate the intense energies of Big Bang and...

Squish. Mind no more. Story complete.

...Ah, there you are. We've finally managed to re-Is your matterings. That was some virus you were infected with. Amazing - and to think that you did it all yourself. It's going to take a while to get you back to normal, but as time is definitely on our side, in fact we have it in almost limitless supply, let's enjoy the process. I'd like to assure you that your re-induction into the Isness is going to be a whole lot of fun - challenging, stimulating, magical, mystical and even sensuous. So let's get started... on the count of three

Nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters to me

Yeah, apparently matter doesn't really contain any matter.

You're absolutely right Pi. Matter doesn't matter - but your mind's programmed to believe it does, no matter what the scientists now know to be true.

Yeah - and this scientist who's talking about it says no one really knows what is what.

Precisely. How could anyone know what is what if no thing whatsoever exists. What's there to know?

Well, I wouldn't go that far - this scientist says that instead of things - it's got to be consciousness itself that really matters.

Consciousness.

Yeah. Consciousness is what seems to hold everything together. Anything else is just... er... things, which as we've already established - don't matter.

OK Pi - "consciousness" is definitely a good step in the right direction...

But?

But "consciousness" itself doesn't actually exist.

?? What do you mean?

I don't "mean" - meaning is not something I have any intention of doing. If I "meant" I'd be sinking back into the quagmire of "what matters".

OK Merry - how am I supposed to ask what you mean if you don't like that particular expression?

Directly. It doesn't matter what "I mean" because we're dealing with the underlying computer code of reality or existence - as it were. So instead of personalising this and asking what I mean - try asking why consciousness doesn't exist.

But I don't agree - I think it does.

In which case remain in your non-agreement if so you choose - but if you wish to explore whatever it is that I'm sharing with you - that's only done if you suspend your disbelief and make this into a magic journey of discovery.

But why should I take your idea on trust before I've even heard what you're going to say?

Take no thing on trust - things are things - neither to be trusted in nor disbelieved.

Then what?

I'm simply giving you a different way of seeing things - just like a story. If you want me to continue with the story - you need to be in the right state of mind. You need to be ready to listen - ready to hear the magic and the truth of the story. You see - a story's only story if it contains magic and truth - even if the story itself is pure fiction.

OK - in that case won't you tell me your story - why doesn't consciousness exist?

Good question Pi. How many syllables are there in the word consciousness?

Three. Why?

Because we're dealing with fundamentals here. We're looking at what truly is, what simply is - the isness, if that makes sense to you. As soon as you toss a three syllable word into the arena you've gone into something intellectual, something heavy, complicated, clever and confusing. Lots of c words as you can c.

OK - so if not consciousness then what?

Not what. Any word that's a what word is, by definition, going to be some thing or other. We've already established the fact that matter matters not. So instead of putting great store and value in things, including words or idea-things, put store in that which is - which is not consciousness.

But why? Why not consciousness?

Already answered Pi. Instead of "why not consciousness", consider the alternative.

What alternative?

What consciousness is almost.

Which is?

Precisely.

Precisely what?

Precisely what you said - only without the question mark. Consciousness is almost "which is". It's almost that which is.

But saying "which is" isn't saying anything is it? It explains nothing.

Correct. It explains no thing - for there is no thing to explain. Instead of "explaining" things, we are learning to see, to feel, to know and understand "which is". This requires a little patience, a little practice and application - so deeply entrenched is our way of thinking and doing in what-matters.

OK Merry. So let's say I'm going along with everything you say, and I'm ready to stop thinking in terms of things, and transition to "which is" - how do I move forward? What's the game plan?

It's not enough to talk about things or think about them. That's what the mind wants.

It does?

Yes. You see, we're working in a what-matters mind. That mind will do anything to avoid letting go - to avoid shifting into the cosmic, the universal Mind. It does this by creating ever more things that matter, ever more complicated words, concepts, ideas, theories and what not - all of which lead nowhere - for all are designed to keep the dog chasing around, catching its own tail. Instead of putting your trust in things - simply look at the fundamentals wherein, as even the scientists now admit - things themselves matter not - so perhaps, just perhaps, it's time for us to stop thinging and to start Is-ing, to stop thinking, and to start be-ing.

Wow!

Yes Pi - it really is that simple. As soon as you use the word "consciousness" - you're focussing on some thing big and complex out there - rather than the simplicity, the magic, the power of Is - which is neither here nor there - but can only be, by definition - every where.

OK Merry. I see where you're coming from - but Is is still kind of vague, kind of confusing, isn't it?

Not really - not when you understand the relationship between Is and nought.

?!

Well, if matter matters not - then matter is in fact "nought" whereas we, as human beings, are the embodiment of Is. There is complete equality between the two sides. 0=1. As soon as you stop chasing consciousness, and start accepting Is which is - you're able to shift into the awareness of true nature, as opposed to the "seem of is" you're currently in.

Seem of is?

That's the version of reality in which things not only seem to matter, but actually come to matter, over and above you as living embodiments of Is. You're imprisoned by a way of perceiving things, and perceiving reality itself in terms of things, rather than the isness where 0=1. You're trapped in a virtual reality which I sometimes call the seem-of-is. Bur you don't have to stay trapped in it. Fundamentally there's no thing keeping you there - once you become aware of fundamentals. Once you're willing to see and hear and know. It's a magical journey of awakening. It involves a quantum shift not into a brave new world, not into any thing whatsoever, simply back home to Mind, to Self, to Is, your natural state of being, before you first signed up for this virtual reality you're currently at play in.

Playing? I don't think that's the right word. And in any case, if humanity has been stuck in the seem of Is for thousands of years now, how on Earth do you think I'm going to be able to get out.

It's just a seem-of-Is. It's virtual. No thing matters. Stick to the fundamentals. That means that time itself is part of the seem. Your mind of what-matters insists that time is real, that it exists - but scientists themselves have now agreed it isn't, it doesn't. But you don't have to rely on scientists. Fundamentally, there is no past. There are no thousands of years. There's a kind of computer programme that ensures we have a time based sense of continuity no matter what.

But what about memories?

Memories are memories. Things are things. Words are words - but once you're ready, willing and intent on coming back into your natural state - the isness of be - once you've accepted 0=1, the fundamental relationship between Is and all things - then it's time to stop relying on things, on hearsay, on beliefs, and to start sensing, processing, feeling, knowing and understanding the isness of here and now - which is ever expanding, without limit. Do this: allow yourself to stop thinging and to start being, and you are free. Neither past nor future has a hold over you. No thing has power over Is. 0=1.

But things - you know - they still matter. Bullets flying towards you are still going to kill you - this isn't a movie.

This is whatever you make it. You decide. You choose. Until you accept and re-instate the simple truth, 0=1, it is - I am - then you remain a victim of circumstances, of things beyond your control. Maybe you're secretly hoping you can fix the system and get it under control. As long as you're hoping this - you'll continue bloodying your nose against the brick wall of reality, but as soon as you're ready to let go, to wake up, to Is your Be - then 0=1, you're home - and believe me, no thing comes close to the awesomeness, the allness, the oneness, the isness of Home.

But what is Home?

Not what, of course. Home is where the heart is.

Then what is heart?

Heart is nought. It is no thing and yet it is all. 0=1.

More mysticism. More meaningless I know-not-what.

Indeed. The fundamentals are precisely that: mystical, meaning-less, and most certainly I know not what - just as long as you allow the negative to reveal the positive concealed within.

Er... How can a negative contain a positive?

How can it not? How can any thing be fundamentally negative or positive? if you're willing to see and know what is? Take a magnet - it's must be negative and positive. You too - your body has a negative and a positive end. This is elementary mathematics. As soon as I take sides - as soon as I insist some thing is negative or positive - that's a role, a game I've chosen to play in the seem of Is, and thus the dog runs in circles, chasing its tail.

So you'd have everything equal would you? Pure relativism?

Cuckoo la la. I'd not have any thing, for to do so I'd have to be in denial of all that is... I'd have to be standing on my head trying to pretend to myself that things do indeed matter. Instead, let me breathe, for breath is calming and helps reconnect all that is, and let me feel and know the oneness, the allness, the isness. As soon as this is my simple, unwavering intent, then no thing can hold me in thrall. I am free, as so are you.

But how does this change anything?

What is there to change? Things only have power over you, only seem tyrannical as long as you give them power by choosing to remain in the mind of what-matters. Make the quantum leap back to Mind of Is and the snake is no longer venomous, the dog no longer barking mad, matter no longer calls the shots.

But how? How? How?

Gaily. Effortlessly. Following your inspiration, your joy, your bliss. You're meant to fly, not trudge through life. You're meant to shine, not sputter or hiss. Instead of looking for what you're supposed to do or think or thing, start with no thing whatsoever. The doors and walls of your prison have long since been removed - only your belief that they are there keep you in here - in the shadow of your real-it-y. I tell you again - you cannot not be free unless you make that conscious choice, so take responsibility for your own decisions, and if necessary, conduct a running audit of your choices. Whom are they serving - you or the machine-code mind of what-matters?

Run an audit? Ok - and if I find I'm unwittingly working for the dark side?

Then allow story to shift the polarities - that's what story does. No thing could be simpler. For every dark there needs must be an equal and opposite - both of which are present in any given situation. This is why in religion they say that any thing can be forgiven. Th energy of hate and love are a mere twist in the tale away from one another - and if you choose to rediscover the hero in yourself - the magician, the clown, the knight, the prince, the princess... the various parts you've suppressed or denied, then you'll find that no thing can stand in your way. As soon as you switch roles - the entire universe, the whole of reality shifts accordingly, for all the world, as well you know, is the stage on which you write, direct, produce and play the story of life: it is I am.

Gravity's sad demise

Supposing there's no such thing as gravity...

Supposing, just supposing that gravity itself doesn't exist at all.

May I present my hour glass.

Nothing amazing to look at I know, but it does the job as well as any other.

And what - you might ask - is it's job?

To tell the time?

Perhaps not.

Then what?

Perhaps it's purpose is to capture time, or reveal its passage, its motion, its flow.

Time?

Yes, why not. In the same way dust in the air enables us to see a light beam we'd not otherwise be able to discern, and radioactive ink enables us to see how fluids move through the soil from one plant to another, likewise grains of sand are carried by time from lower to higher entropy - if you know what that means... from higher to lower potential energy if that makes any more sense, or to a deeper, more absolute state of rest.

Hum... interesting is it not, how things like to move from low to high entropy, and how the universe is supposedly like a slowly unravelling coil - until eventually everything stops and it collapses, freezes or explodes - depending which side of the theoretical fence you choose to sit on.

So what? you might ask. What's this got to do with gravity being nought?

Well supposing what we refer to as gravity is really just the shadow of the vacuum, the void, the ether - call it whatever you like - that is present everywhere and in all - but we can't see it just as a fish can't really see water. Supposing that the vacuum isn't "up there" in space as we've been taught - but right here - everywhere - and if the vacuum is nought - then every and any thing is 1. One of course longs to get back to zero and will do whatever it can to terminate it's separation from it's otherness. It's a bit like a charged particle, isn't it? It's fairly desperate to recombine with another particle of an opposite charge to return to a balanced state.

So let's suppose, once again, gravity as such doesn't really exist. What exists are not exactly charged particles, but a universe of things that we're living in, and under the surface of ground an equal universe of opposing charge, and both are contained within the vacuum that they appear to be unable to feel, see or recognise - both seek to recombine to return to a balanced state and time is a measure of rate of flow between the two.

The rate of flow between the two? I hear you ask. What on earth is that supposed to mean?

It's not supposed to mean a lot. It was a stop gap measure - a temporary explanation to tide you over - for at present you haven't the conscious awareness to sense the interflow, the interexchange between our world and other. You didn't even sense the absurdity of having plus one emerging from zero, or a supposedly expanding universe. Absurd - when you start to sense the way it truly is.

So remove "other" from the equation and of course you have and need gravity - to explain the apparent falling motion of things - attracted to larger things - but why, why, why do things matter? Why should they attract one another? What lies within, below, or beyond "things" that we're not yet aware of?

Ah ha - you see "things" can only exist in an eddy of time. Without a timepool - without timespin - a time vortex - all valid terms - one thing one would immediately recombine with another - but here we are in a kind of particle accelerator continuum  that we call the universe, and the matter particles are rotating one way, and the minus-matter particles - ridiculous sounding isn't it - so let me give them a lighter sounding name - I'll call them the farticles because they're less particle and more the kind of thing you desperately try to avoid noticing - they go the other way - and if at times the two collide then things tend to get explosive and cancel one another out. But as long as they're in a time whirl, to coin a new phrase, they're too busy rotating to be able to recombine, and so you have this preposterous state of thingness - in which things seem to exist in spite of the fact that markets are perfect and supposed to discount everything else instantaneously - so the theory goes.

Hum, we've run away with ourselves as we are wont to do.

Wont to do - a lovely remnant of a bygone age. A paddle steamer turn of phrase if I may so describe it.

So gravity doesn't exist because matter itself doesn't matter - it neither attracts nor repels - but wherever you find matter - you're bound to find a corresponding time whirl around it - or else that matter would simply cancel itself out for the void is present throughout - both within and all around. Now these time whirls are as good as gravity if you know no better - because like it or not - like the grains of sand in my hour glass - you're going to come inexorably closer to ground zero - which involves flying up towards the ceiling of our reality - what we call the ground - and we are like bubbles - only we prefer to see things backwards and thus claim we're falling down.

Big difference! - some might exclaim - but in fact, how you describe something or how you see it is 90 percent of the battle - if you're battling to free your mind and escape the effects of gravity - then start by realising that a. it doesn't exist and b. you have an equal and opposing something-ness on the other side of ground zero - and it's high time you stopped denying it and realised there's more to you than meets the eye.

There's more to me than meets the eye - you might boldly affirm, but unless you're ready to engage "other" you'll be blowing hot wind, and the farticles will be no closer to aiding and abetting your escape from the gravity trap, which is in fact, the mind trap, or the tyranny of time. Once you've cottoned on and realised that time is at the centre of so called gravity - and time's flow is in fact all about rate of spin - then you're half way there - as any whirling dervish worth his salts will tell you. Alter your rate of spin in any meaningful way and you affect gravity. Period. It's a no brainer if you think about it... we all know about centrifugal or centripetal forces - duh - and gyroscopes - and bicycles or coins mysteriously not falling over as long as they're spinning sufficiently fast - and they can spin both ways - length ways and on the axis...

So what's wrong? Why are we taking so long to join the dots and evade gravity?

I guess we're secretly afraid of other side - of crashing into the farticles and becoming nought.

What would you say if I told you there's a black hole inside each one of you?

Flabbergast or know it all yawn or none of the above?

Cuckoo la la - of course there is - for what it's worth - and you are the field of conscious awareness that contains the entire universe that's trying to fall into you - and arrive at its final state of entropy. If you were able to switch off - to come into a zen like state of peace and oneness - you'd know what I'm talking about - but even if you're not - you'll still have caught tantalising glimpses of this - though you may have deliberately tried to suppress or ignore these insights - because it can feel too much, at times, to know that you're infinitely close to collapsing the wave form of all matter.

Cuckoo la la is what I say. It works quite nicely so I'd recommend you give it a try.

Alternatively you could stick with the tried and tested - "I don't believe a word of that", or "what utter nonsense" or "bloody barmy if you ask me" which I make a point of stating that I don't. I'm sensitive to criticism and disbelief is, you may agree, an implied form of criticism.

Hum - but don't let me dwell on negativity. If you're ready to escape the evil clutches of gravity - which is the greatest conspiracy of the material universe - then there's really nothing to it. I mean - you don't fight gravity with matter or thing - you're bound to lose. You simply prove its non-existence by learning to spin, to engage, to interact with other - and that way you and your farticles can either recombine if you're looking for the ultimate experience of oneness thereby returning to source - or by replacing the matter myth with something less heavy and substantial - which I call story.

Story  - you splutter.

Yes. Why not?

Because... more spluttering gargling apoplectications...

You see how the mind insists of having things oh so serious and weighty. The first step towards gravity's demise is being gay, light of heart and merry. This is not the mindset you were taught in school. It may require cultivation. I can teach it to you if you like - for an exorbitant fee - or for less if you promise to make me your guru and kiss my feet...

Yes, in very bad taste - but ultimately who cares. You're gravity's slave as long as you take yourself, your beliefs and your mind's mechanics so seriously. It's time to lighten up and er... let go.

So what we discover when we become aware of that which is - as opposed to that which serves the material status quo - otherwise referred to as "what matters" is that space is no more out there than in here and every where - so we don't actually have to fly up in a rocket to leave this planet - dur - kind of dumb that if you ask me. We have to start opening up our conscious awareness to the other side of the equation - and given the enormity of what we're going to discover - trust me - it's way beyond belief - way beyond what the material mind we serve can handle - this can only be done with story and by being gay and merry.

I know - you don't like that term. Why do you think gay was taken over in the 20th century and given another meaning?

Maybe, you're thinking (I'm tuning into you) - because we were on the verge of discovering that gayness was what's required to rediscover and reactivate the power of story - to engage the quantum field, to turn back time in the non-linear sense.

Yes, yes and yes. We've been so close to this discovery, this reawareness for so long now it's laughing at us. All the pain and heartache we've been through and we've literally been a breath's-hair away from dissolving the fibres, the filaments of time and space which seem to be so strong, so very inescapable as long as you're in a serious, rigid, matter of fact state of mind, but believe it or not...

Believe it or not your mind has other levels - other modes, other dimensions - whatever you wish to call them - it matters not - and there your relationship to matter is completely different. So, this is really about getting to know your mind - which is easy once you've realised that you're not presently in your mind - rather you're in a mental construct - the mind of matter - or what some have coined the matrix.

Does it need a miracle to leave it?

Well yes, of course it does - but then you've never stopped experiencing miracles from the moment you were born - it's just the obtuse, prosaic mechanical mind-of-matter never recognised them and never will. But here you are - hey ho - reading this utter drivel - this pure fabrication - complete non-sense - and yet you're recognising, feeling, aware of I know-not-what - which still makes perfect sense to your quantum mind. So may the power of story fill your time-flux sails and lift you into the other side of Is - where you are now ready and able to re-engage your allness and open up the uni-verse that you've never ceased to be.

So let us not mourn the demise of matter's gravity. Let us instead set out to discover the magic of space beyond the numbing dreariness of mechanistic materialism. The uni-verse awaits, just as soon as we're willing to jump into the pilot's seat and grasp the controls. No-thing could be simpler once I'm willing to see that the infinite is a mathematical certainty and can neither be understood nor tackled by relying exclusively on the straight lines of the rational mind. Dur! I wanna see it bend, and if it ain't child's play I guarantee it'll defeat the greatest mind. So let's be gay and fly away - gravity has had its day.