the triaxial metrics of zero

Er... don't you think you've slightly overdone this whole zero malarkey Merry?

Overdone?

Yeah -- you go on and on about it,  but we don't exactly see a lot of zeros walking around on a daily basis. We see stuff. We see things. We see...

Ok Zie, I see what you mean. We see things, therefore, it seems reasonable to focus on whatever tangibly exists.

Yeah.

Absolutely. Let's focus on what tangibly exists.

Well -- you're contradicting yourself, aren't you?

No Zie -- we're surrounded by zero -- it permeates everything -- you just don't see it.

How? It makes no sense.

Not unless you realise that left and right, east and west -- are plus and minuses -- and you individually, and your society or culture collectively, are the y axis -- the zero line.

Er... how can you say that Merry? How can things on one side of me be plus, and on the other be minus? They're still just things, aren't they? They're not like matter and anti-matter which apparently explode if they ever meet. What you're asserting... it makes no sense.

Absolutely -- it makes no sense until you realise this is a zero sum game.

A what?

Zero sum game. It adds up to nought. Every plus one can only exist, and only exists, if there's a corresponding minus one on the other side -- and the two sides don't have to be fixed geographically. Everything in nature is spinning, spiralling, rotating. You yourself are yin and yan -- you are plus and minus -- you are matter and anti-matter -- such is the fundamental nature of this paradox. Until you realise the nature of Is -- a kind of wave which amounts to nought -- an upwelling on one side and a down welling on t'other. Bring the two sides together and you collapse the equation -- everything cancels out in a flash -- a flash crash if you like.

God Merry -- you're making it all sound apocalyptic.

Not exactly apocalyptic -- more a case of learning to love and appreciate the wave form -- to feel the connectedness throughout -- to begin to know and experience that you, both individually and collectively, are the fulcrum, the y axis, the zero line between left and right, east and west, plus and minus... a huge factor of immeasurable significance. Once you figure this out, once you feel it, once you undeny it, once you allow yourself to know it intuitively -- you collapse every barrier and obstacle that has been inserted between you and in-finity, between you and the force that is conscious-awareness -- the force that governs, regulates and manifests the two that are one that is nought -- and whether you're looking at it as a wave traversing the y axis or the x -- it matters not -- the simple fact of matter is unchanged -- the sum always amounts to nought, which is as close as we come to defining zero, the total net displacement, if you like.

Er???!!! Can't say I've ever worried about net displacement, still less noticed axes slicing reality in twain, Merry.

No, that's hardly surprising. The flat, two dimensional models which the rational mind finds easier to analyse are misleading, as the axial sine wave is more like a spiralling corkscrew in motion, that merely appears flat when projected onto graph paper -- meaning that your plus one and minus ones are basically one and the same -- either inverted spatially within time, or temporally within space, if that makes any sense.

Er

Yeah -- I know the feeling dude. It's a mind-bender if you start trying to figure it out -- but that's partly because this isn't supposed to be figured out rationally. It's supposed to be gnown.

Typo, dude. That should have been a "k".

Known is gnown as x is y, as 0=1. Ultimately the only thing changing here is your -- your attitude, your orientation, your metrical or matrical configuration.

Hold it Merry, you're doing my head in -- metrical or matrical -- what on earth am I supposed to do with all that?

Your configuration either in terms of the metrics, or in terms of the matrix.

Still lost me.

Yeah -- not surprising in the least. Let's just keep it fuzzy and soundy -- because there's no great need to bend the mind beyond comfortability. Let's instead feel the flux, the flow -- how the entire universe pulses, spirals, collapses and expands from within me -- from within the concealed vastness that I constitute -- that I in fact am. The only force, the only factor big enough, diffuse enough, powerful enough to affect this vast, all encompassing process is...

Yes?

the breath

The breath? That's it?

Which is the almost physical expression of the so-called conscious awareness -- whatever that might be.

So it's one vague term succeeded by another -- and never the wiser we be, never the twain shall meet.

What on earth are you on about? Of course they meet. If they didn't you wouldn't be here. You are the space-time anomaly, the quantum disturbance, the underbelly of in-finity -- you are where it all comes together and, simultaneously, all disperses back out again.

I am?

Well how else could you be alive, breathing and conscious?

Er... dunno.

Not strictly true. A moment's hard nosed rationalism and there are only a couple of options worth consideration.

Yes?

There's God -- He did it: he created everything, and I'm the product of his creative spurt.

OK.      Er...

Yes?

What about Big Bang?

What about it?

Well, doesn't that also explain where everything originates?

Yes, I suppose it does if you like to believe that things can and did come from nothing, for no apparent reason, just because zero reached that extreme point of -- let's call it "anger" -- which as so often happens -- led to an Almighty explosion.

Why the capital "A" Merry?

Because it would have had to have been a transcendental Godlike explosion, to have spawned life and liberty, form and order, butterflies, frogs, tadpoles and caterpillars to name but a few. Wow! Imagine if we could produce such bombs -- what we could do to our enemies! That would show'em!

Are you being sarcastic, Merry?

Ironic. I don't approve of sarcasm Zie.

So you don't think such an explosion was possible?

Possible? Of course it was, or is -- where in-finity is concerned anything is possible. Monkeys can, indeed, write the entire works of Shakespeare, it's just when they do so they tend to shift the field lines and all of a sudden they no longer look like monkeys at all -- much more like an Elizabethan bard.

Oh dear... So you're writing off the whole Big Bang hypothesis?

Why? I love it for what it is.

You do? And what, in fact, is it?

A hypothesis that enables the rational mind of 3D-ers to postulate one sided solutions to a two sided equation. This was a vital fudge. It had to be done, otherwise we'd have had to join the dots or gone one step further -- and figured out how the various axes not only meet at zero point -- but are in fact one and the same -- that 3D space and time is a precursor to hyperspace in which you can hyperlink to any other space or time by navigating the quantum field of consciousness, if you're willing to allow awareness to decouple from any one particular frame and recouple to another.

Dum di dum... I'm happy knowing I know nothing.

Ah -- truly you are an inspiration to me Zie. Now, all you need do is change your "k" for a "g".

Er...

Be happy, if you will, gnowing you know nothing -- and thus embracing posive noughtfulness, or positively gnought, you're now in a position to transcend the otherwise impermeable axis running straight through you in three directions.

Three? Why three?

Why not? You happen to have three major axes, if you think about it you should see for yourself.

I can imagine one going straight down through me -- like a y axis would.

Correct.

But what other axes could there be?

Let go or your time spatial programming -- then you'll see more clearly.

Let go of time and space? What have I got left? That's practically all there is, barring thought perhaps.

Good. Thought and...

Breath?

And breath. Excellent. Roughly speaking there you have your three main axes.

And with these I can...

Absolutely! You ken, you can, you do and you are, should you so require, should you so wish, should you be willing to really start to play the zero sum game of life -- should you be willing to test the hypothesis and see what happens when you start mobilising your resources -- bringing both sides into play simultaneously -- thus revealing the quantum nature of all that is -- the neither space nor time -- once you've brought things, thought and breath back into x, y and z alignment.

Amen


Amen


Amen

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Om

3D nullification vs gnome

Close the door please Merry.

What door?

It's a bit drafty in here – I thought you left the door open.

Oh, that door.

Merry turns around slowly two or three times and the draft suddenly stops.

Er... what was all that about Merry?

Closing the door – as requested.

But you just spinned around a couple of times. How does that shut the door? Is this some kind of telekinesis?

Yeah, if you like.

I'd like it even more if you'd shed a little light on the subject.

Well there's really nothing to say – you yourself saw me turn around.

But that doesn't explain how you closed the door while standing here. That's weird.

I agree – it’s definitely weird, until you start realising the astonishing extent to which all things are connected.

Uh oh... more woo woo stuff. Can't you give a straight-forward explanation: the kind of thing I can share with normal people?

Yes and no.

Oh give me a break... it can't be both.

On the contrary – it can and is. Yes, I can give a calm, dispassionate explanation, but unless you're willing to navigate the quantum stream – to experience the other side of in-finity, we're basically wasting our time. Nothing will register. Nothing will sink in. Nothing will make any sense.

Oh, so it's my fault, is it? That's typical! Instead of accepting your explanation might be woefully inadequate or plan unintelligible, you put it down to my inability to comprehend. Most convenient, if you ask me.

Why do you imagine an explanation can help you if your own eyes refuse to see what I'm doing, or to register what they saw?

My own eyes? What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with my eyes. I've got excellent vision.

Yes, things you see well, but we're not talking about “things” in the traditional sense, are we?

No?

Obviously not. In the traditional, 3D sense things are all just separate and only vaguely, or indirectly connected, but isly... let me show you what I mean.

Merry does a kind of dance skip and suddenly, out of the blue, the entire balance of probabilities in the room shifts, you might even say "lurches" sideways leaving the room in a heavily photo-shopped state with literally everything redesignated, redefined, redetermined. What had been a bed a moment earlier is now trying to pretend it’s a chicken standing on its head – and not looking terribly convincing – more like a moose trying to disguise itself as a chicken standing on its head. In fact, nothing in the room now looks even remotely like it did a moment before. Reality shock of the highest order.

What the (beep)?

Do you see?

Zie is making apoplectic turkey and goldfish noises if you can give your imagination free rein to complete the picture. He’s obviously having huge difficulties processing and dealing with the disrupted continuity of watching an entire room full of things suddenly, as in instantaneously, rearrange itself for no apparent reason. That kind of thing isn’t officially supposed to happen, not least because the space-time continuum is supposed to conserve energy and religiously preserve the continuity of things, governed by tried and trusted laws of causality. The alternative, an apparently warrantless rethingification, a redesignation or rearrangement of things, quite frankly smacks of anarchy or ludicrously reckless levity, and undermines the very bedrock of reality itself,  namely the fact that it’s supposed to be objectively real, that things are supposed to be unquestionably things, and not subject to sudden, causeless, whimsical shifts of substance, form or location. 

Aaaaafg... 

Oh, you’re taking this the hard way, are you? 

Uggrrrrmmmflbbxtchibbl... 

Yes, I understand Zie, it is somewhat shocking to see familiar things go rogue like that. 

Abbrfabbbrchadbrrl...

Indeed, you have my heartfelt sympathy, and yet there really is no other way to introduce this other-way-of-arranging-things-perceptionally meme. It’s all or nothing. Either I pull the rug from under your feet in a friendly, supportive manner, thus enabling you to glimpse the conditional nature of your cosy reality setup, or we’re just blathering about the bush, with no practical awareness of the astonishing paradox we happen to be living in. You would agree, Zie, that as paradoxes go, this one takes the biscuit. I think we might fairly call it the mother of all non sequiturs. Hardly surprising that it’s an existential code red near-death-experience to witness the kind of quantum shift you just did. It’s safe to say, dear Zie, that you’ll never be the same again, I warrant, if you survive the shock, that is.

Umba zefle gwompickery tsenzijalafleh...

Look Zie, instead of focussing on me, the messenger, why not make the perfectly reasonable assumption that you also might in some way be responsible for the transthingation you just observed.

Impossible! How on earth could I be responsible for what just happened? I had no prior knowledge whatsoever. I was merely a passive observer.

Ah, welcome back. Nothing like a bit of righteous indignation to restore a man to his senses. So you really believe it's possible to be a “passive observer” in this quantum day and age, Zie? that you were in no way responsible for choosing to perceive things either one way or t’other, thus tipping the scales. What a quaint notion!

Go on then – explain yourself, if you have anything intelligent to say on the subject.

Well that’s just it Zie, isn’t it?

Isn’t what?

How on Earth can it be “intelligent” if it involves a quantum shift – a retabulation of reality? To be “intelligible” would require you to completely overhaul the nature of what is what, to unpin things from the 2D motherboard of reality, and allow your perception to interface another version in which 0=1

Period.

Uh?

You forgot the period at the end of that remark.

There you go Zie. You’re looking for finality, formality and definity, all of which you can have in so called 3D, at a price.

A price? What are you on about?

A Faustian bargain.

With the devil? You know my views on that subject.

Yes, and you’re welcome to whatever views you wish to cherish and nurture. May they grow big and strong in the rose garden of your mind, but this is not a question of religion or the Devil, per se.

No?

Not in the least.

I’m pleased to hear it – then why did you refer to a Faustian bargain?

Because 3D’s finality, formality and definity which is so highly valued is only possible if you insert your consciousness into the equation in such a way that you’re no longer able to question fundamentals, no longer able to see the wood from the trees because, once inserted, you’re unable to detach and consider any alternative, period

Oh come on Merry – we’re not all blind. 

Then how did I shut that door – and how did the goldfish bowl on the windowsill over there transform into a pair of elephant skin slippers.

Oh my God – elephant skin? That’s gross. You know how I feel about environmental issues.

I assure you no elephants were captured, slaughtered or harmed in any way.

Then how can they be elephant slippers? Is it all just a clever illusion? Is that what you’re doing?

Oh, you’d like that get out of jail free card, wouldn’t you? That way you’d be able to dismiss all this as fantasy.

Well I don’t see how I can do otherwise if you’re unable to explain how these things happen, like where those utterly tasteless elephant skin slippers came from.

Nothing, I mean no thing happened.

Which only goes to prove...

They isnd.

What?

Isnd, without any chain of causality – merely as expressions of the 0=1ness, the infinite fungibility of all that is.

Fungibility – what on earth’s that meant to mean?

That one thing’s as good as another – once you look inside – once you realise that the thingness is but a stitch in time, a moment. Well these moments are only meaningful within a closed system – a matrix – a box which has to be created artificially – by thinking things. The minute you decide you no longer wish to deposit the greater part of your conscious-awareness in the quantum fund that holds 3D together, the minute you realise the implications of doing so – that directly or indirectly you’re funding a system which is inherently unnatural, which seems to enjoy dropping bombs and destroying forests, a system which is attempting to mould the world and humanity into its own gridiron image, which is inherently doomed to collapse under the weight of its internal contradictions – that’s the point at which you unsign the Faustian pact by reengaging, reactivating in-finity drive, thus obsoleting anything less than in-finity.

Obsoleting anything less than in-finity? What are you talking about? You can’t just void 3D reality because it’s a little perverse or artificial! 

Can’t? Watch this...

Nooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhmmmmmm...

Nice, isn’t it Zie.

Actually yes, even if it’s somewhat uncomfortable finding my legs attached to the bottom of the sofa and my arms now transmitting wifi signals.

Well yes – it takes some getting used to, but really – it’s a bit like money coming in and going out of an account. You don’t need to hold onto this idea that one part of you is actually you – just because it’s been that way at some point in the past.

Well call me old fashioned – but I quite like being me.

Not half as much as you’d enjoy being the universe, or me, for that matter.

You? – talk about conceited! Have you no shame?

It seems that way – doesn’t it, but it’s actually an honest evaluation based on the fact that I’ve already open sourced myself – so my experience of reality is infinitely more enjoyable, valuable and meaningful than it ever was er ever could have been prior to transitioning.

Oh. 

That I’m neither better nor worse than anyone or anything else...

No?

No – I merely stepped back and allowed the internal contradictions to utterly unhappen me – at which point the underlying isness kicked back into gear – zero being one – and once again I find myself out in the open expansiveness and endless fungibility of all that is.

So you’re eh... not exactly human?

Quite the reverse. You can’t possibly be human, no matter how hard you try, as long as you’re based in the closed 3D system of things.

Oh come on Merry! Of course we’re human.

Up to a point.

There you go.

Up to zero point – no further.

Well what’s that supposed to mean?

That beyond zero point is your true nature – and everything you experience within the black box or black hole of so called 3D reality – is but an approximation, a derivative, a time-space cut-out which is only real because your conscious-awareness is brought to bear – is invested in maintaining and preserving the utterly convincing, yet completely illogical, thingness of me.

Thingness of me – how can you be so disparaging?

How can you allow yourself to be transformed into a sofa, Zie? Do you really imagine I’m a great sorcerer or magician? 

The thought had crossed my mind – an illusionist perhaps.

Uh huh. The great noble mind that you possess can do no better than attach labels and tags to...

Look Merry – instead of calling me names, perhaps you could turn me back into human form.

Actually Zie, the truth is that I never, in fact, did anything to you whatsoever.

Then why am I now part aquarium, part sofa, wifi router and tastelessly gross, politically abject elephant skin slippers? I think I’d have chosen a bit more wisely.

Er... all I did was make it temporarily easier for you to reaccess your very own isness. It’s a slightly chaotic experience first time round, until you've equalised the various potentialities, but the same could be said for entering the world as a baby.

So the minute you vacate my space I’m back to normal?

Naturally. You don’t really imagine you’re actually a sofa, a computer, a... 

Merry withdraws, allowing Zie to sink back down into his normal state of consciousness. A somewhat vacant expression appears on Zie’s face.

The weirdest dream Merry – though at the time I could have sworn it was real.

Yes? Let me guess – you and I were transformed into beetles and...

Before Merry could say another word the other side of the infinity flips into prominence and the two intrepid Zeronauts buzz into a brave new world of psychedelic beetleness, irrespective of...

The weird thing about being a beetle is all this stuff I never even notice when in my normal human state, I mean, how do we get by with such a miniscule part of the overall picture.

Insane, isn't it? But it goes a long way to explaining why we're so determined to distract ourselves with whatever stimulant may relieve the crushing boredom of  3D "reality": drugs, alcohol, video games, murder, sport, problem solving, business, politics, spirituality... the list goes on, until eventually we call it quits and fly off into the sunset, beyond nought.

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Gnome                              

introducing allful gnot to fill in time

Actually I was always trying to keep it short and sweet.

You didn't have much success, did you.

Nope, not really.

What went wrong?

Oh, you know, getting carried away, trying a little too hard to cram in more than really deserved to be included, or more than comfortably fitted.

And for that we have you to blame for millennia of misery.

Er... don't you think you're slightly over-exaggerating the extent of the problem?

Over-exaggerating? I don't think so. If anything, the reverse is true. It's been hell here on Earth for at least 10 thousand years.

10 thousand years? But I only started the blog a year or two ago.

Blog? What on Earth are you talking about?

Er... blogging. What else would I be talking about.

Blogging? What's that got to do with your creating the 3D matrix.

Oh that... I didn't exactly create the matrix Zie, more I redefined it.

Redefined? Not sure I...

Look, there's always something there in the background of huge significance, almost completely overlooked by the masses until one unlikely sort of person realises a way to turn it into something useful by overlaying some kind of grid. That's what I did with the matrix by inserting 0=1 – but it was only a year or two ago.

No way. The matrix has been around for ages. They even made a film about it in 1999.

Yes, I know, but you haven't figured out the way time works when you're operating outside 3D.

Well that's not exactly surprising is it – to the best of my knowledge I've never actually been outside.

Well, this time thing you're referring to – time, or space, essentially anything you like, even the matrix itself – they're all essentially iterations of the same basic line of code.

uh

They don't actually exist in themselves.

uh

Only if your conscious-awareness takes the bait and elects to run the particular line of code, only if you do so – you're hooked. Suddenly it all seems terribly convincing, terribly real when nicely presented by the hyper-dimensional conscious-awareness, such that your mind here in 3D is utterly spellbound, and nullifies anything that might undermine the illusion.

oh

This has all been discussed by seers, mystics and mad scientists for ever and a day, but unless you get to the point of experiencing it for yourself it ain't gonna make a blind bit of difference to how you lead your life, or what you're able to experience.

oh

Words, words, blah, blah – very overrated, wouldn't you say?

er

No, if instead of words we start to dig and delve in the living flow, the (pardon the expression) quantum stream, the isness of be – whatever that is, pretty soon you're going to uncover some astonishing stuff; so astonishing in fact that you'll probably drop dead in shock or get assassinated if you blab your head off. Silence, you see, is the essence – so, of the millions of good folk who have stumbled on the truth, the key, or the underflow – whatever you want to call it, which is where things are really happening, things are really evolving, shifting, mutating, mating, interconnecting and collaborating in a naturally thingless state – very few have bothered to speak out, knowing full well it's almost futile, not to mention suicidal, to do so. In any case – once you've accessed quantum stream – dispensing with the "the" as there's nothing definite about it – from that moment onwards you realise that no one needs your help – that all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. In other words, they may insist that they're miserable and need your assistance, but at the quantum level you no longer identify with people or things in the same way, not least because you see that every person is in fact a summation of, not only the entire universe, but also everything that ever was, will be, and all that is not, the wild joker card flip-side of sanity which I don't want to dwell on, if I can possibly avoid it.

er

So, that means you tend to leave well enough alone – recognising that humanity is 99.99999999% gnot, as in positively not, in other words a quantum field of consciousness – or call it conscious-awareness if you prefer – I honestly don't care – it makes little or no difference, and as such, it has very little in common with what 3Dly you might imagine reality to be.

So you're just going to let starving children die?

Gnot necessarily – I might run around like a headless chicken squawking about the need to feed and clothe them, and better still, I might personally get involved providing actual physical assistance, but I'll do so without disconnecting from the underflow, the simple truth, the quantum awareness that each of these children is in fact well able to take care of itself, and if I appear to be providing material assistance, it's merely because that may happen to be the path to greater flow awareness, greater isness within be. Those starving children are emotionally so precious to you because they're the ultimate distraction - the ultimate excuse not to take responsibility and recognise that they originate this very moment within your suppression and denial of gnot.

No Merry, that's insane. That's all wrong. Of course I feel responsible for not doing enough. No one should have to suffer.

Yep. I agree.

No you don't. You just said...

Yes – the folly of speaking Isly from within 3D. It's a complete waste of time. Forever, epically lost in translation.

Er...

Oh that – you want me to...

Could you quit doing that Merry. Let me finish what I'm saying.

Sorry, I always assume it's already been said, once I get the message.

Oh, so you think you're telepathic, do you?

Gno.

No?

I mean yes. Only kidding Zie. Look, I don't know, but I guess you wanted me to clear up that time anomaly?

Er... yes.

I just did.

What?

Didn't you get it?

Get what?

Oh God – you mean I've gotta use language? Damn. That'll be impossible. It always pulls one side or t'other – you can never quite say what you mean to say.

Well give it a try. You might succeed this time round.

Er... if I did that would be the end of everything.

What do you mean Merry?

I mean what I say. If I did succeed in conveying the utterly simple truth, the entire matrix would resolve it's internal anomaly, its baseline contradiction, and that would be the end of that.

You mean to say that the entire universe could be destroyed by a word?

Yes, why not?

But it's insane.

Naturally, yet no more insane than the fact that it was created in like manner.

By a word.

Yep.

You did that?

Well, not exactly – I think the Bible says it was God.

The Bible? What's that got to do with the Matrix.

Well, everything's got something to do with everything else – wouldn't you agree, otherwise what would be the point of things being things within a continuum – if they started claiming exclusivity? That would be the end of the quaint notion you just referred to as "universe".

It would?

Naturally. The universe is only universe as long as it obeys the first law of materia in universum.

Can't say I've ever heard of such a law.

No, you wouldn't have unless, like me, you hacked the operating system of material reality and started playing around with the source code.

Jesus, Merry, I don't know whether to believe a word you're saying or...

So, as they say, a stitch in time saves nine. Technically I didn't interrupt you Zie – I simply switched channels and you never said what you were saying before I made the switch. You were talking about orchids and butterflies in this channel, but we won't go into that right now.

Oh my God.

Yes, it's all fairly apocryphal, wouldn't you agree. So, where were we?

Er

Oh yes, thanks, God created the universe with a word, but not until I created the matrix a year or two ago when I hacked the source code writing my blog.

Er

Don't ask me how – sometimes these things just happen – in any case, everything's so interconnected that anything I did – you did, and vice versa, so I can't claim any credit whatsoever, and in any case, who would want to when you look at the state of affairs.

Uh

Actually it was a bit of an accident – I can't say it was ever my intention to – ever my intention – it was ever my intention to create a new forum for being – so there you go, and here we are.

Er

I was rather hoping we'd moved beyond Ers by now – oh damn, the timey thing – it keeps missing the stitch. Er... I've caught your contagion. You realise I'm not really allowed to explain how the timey thing works. You're supposed to figure it out yourself. I think the key is to expanding the present moment which is actually a lot of fun, if you ask me. It's like, one minute you're in a normal 3D space wondering how the hell you're going to make ends meet, and the next you're strolling through the palatial hallways of infinity wondering how the hell you ever managed to convince yourself that you were anything less than allful.

Awful?

This happens every bloody time. Allful, allful, ay double el eff you el.

Oh, allful! Er... what

Oh never mind. Look Zie, I apologise for being bad tempered with you just now. Patience is a virtue I remind myself every time I skim through the hallways of eternity, just to catch a glimpse of what's new, but you know, nothing much seems to change until, quite unexpectedly, some complete nutter like er myself – inserts a proverbial spanner in the wheel of time.

But didn't you say time's...

Swiftly switching channels – in the machine of mind.

Machine?

Click.

Mind?

Click.

Er

That's better. And that's when you find yourself back in the maelstrom of time and space, space and time, and it's all pretty intense until you figure out how to breathe deeply, deeply, deeply... Click.

Sorry Merry – you seem to have frozen – it was my turn to use the remote control.

Oh my God Zie – this is the historic moment.

Click.

When the disciple.

Click.

Defeats...

Click.

His master...

Click. Click. Click.

And the rest, they say is...

Click.

History.

The End

Screen credits. Nice music.
Special thanks to God and everything God is not – herein referred to as great not or simply gnot – an exquisitely misunderstood yet vital ingredient in in-finity, or perhaps this should be um-finity.

I did my best. I kept it short. But things have a habit of running their course, like fractals iterating to Pi's end and beyond, so honestly, what did you expect Virginia?

failure to speak numberly

scratching the underside of in-finity
i gaze longingly 
down




breathing heavily
i curl
into world




absolutely not
is never 
enough 




strange to say
tapping toe
determinedly i




if 3 is space to turn
and 4 to bend
then 5 




embrace the joyful
ness of never not 
for aye




holding out against
bitter night with no respite
y fiddle dee




read around the
lines between the
words and go no




interfacing all i ever
said i thought i did 
make-y-mad merry sane




holding every thread
holding every speck
of nothing tight 




one two one
two one sighs into 
terminal delight




casting spinning
knitting kneading
splicing thought y time




seasonal weather
gapping canyon mind
with um vortices




my is your 'nt
my am your thing
my live your be




sending messages out
into in-finity
serendipitously 




let there be  uh
let there be  um
let three



yesterday
tomorrow we
today



amen
amen
amen


0=1
numberly

weaving words between time

ßecause i like the weave of words
that slips through mind space
and time with an easy catch
of line and loon
the weft of thought and word
the counterweight of thing unseen
thing unthought  and things that be
fully brought forth
fully matterfied
in matter's much of nought
a quantum field of dreams
engravitised
enthingified
enmassed
asymmetrically

casting lines requires a flick of wrist
requires a gentle  calm  patient  sense
of time's good emptiness
its oh    ah
um  not sure i
know what you mean unless
 unless
that inner rhythm
that heartbeat of whymy whym
slipsliding knowingly carelessly
over the rooftops of eternity
o'er the waters therebeneath
is
 assume the absolute

ah  breathe that sweet fragrant reminder
that here be gods in their infancy
in their natural habitat  playing carefreely
unobserved by man
resting between times
between ticks of sun and moon
as our planetary clock tocks
the ages of man and a celestial orchestra fiddles
our flat-footed poem into espadrilles of song
into leaps and bounds
on the fretboard of merry-goes-round
the world precessing equinoctially
a wobble no less
a motley wobbliness
and therein lies the upturned lips
the chuckle
an irrepressible toothy grin
this strange infusion of humour
into what was supposed to be
a deadly seriousness of thingy thing

ah me   a Juliet sighs affectingly
 the time i knew that words may fracture
into ten thousand splintered snicks of light
prismatically
slithering haplessly back into open jaws
of tethered infinity
that all our endeavours
every attempt at mellifluousity
at conjuring semblant meaning from
the void of words-fail-to-expressfulness
indeed  can only draw a horse-hair bow
across the strings of what might be
expressed conjecturally
but never known
never fixed in time or space
never certainlied
unless  that is  i   humanity itself
succeeds in painting
time into the very substance
of my breath
the very interlude-cum-internode
the hubbleness of breath o'er mind
mind o'er heart
heart o'er recalcitrant um
 and the rest justifiably
be damned

you see how easy it is
to lose your way
to skid off the hydrophobic skin
of water's otherness
the side of life we cannot ever comprehend
so let me drum my message wordlessly
let it resound throughout
and if you notice primal urges
moving your so called feet
 your so called body
twining or tensing those sinews of
your so called mind until you inadvertently
alligator smile your way onto the front page
of my happy dentistry review of gapeless grins
biding there blissfully unaware
of time's last huzzah
its preternatural whyme
 that will do

back to beetling

not God

Huh?

not God

I thought that's what you said. No idea what you're talking about Merry.

not God

Third time lucky -- am I supposed to get it now?

not thing

Here we go again.

not thing

If I keep quiet and say nothing I wonder if he'll say it a third time?

not thing

Predictable or what?

Merry vanishes the moment Zie utters the word "predictable". In his place a small, brightly coloured beetle appears to be doing some kind of a dance. The idea that Merry and the beetle are somehow connected does not, in fact, suggest itself to Zie, who is too shocked at Merry's disappearance to give more than a cursory glance to the beetle. You, the reader, on the other hand, immediately see things differently, immediately suspect that Merry and the beetle are in fact one and the same, not because you are more intelligent than Zie, but because you are at a distance -- and things are very often clearer at a distance, are they not?

What usually happens is that we forget things that are deeply disturbing, or simply fail to see them. Imagine, for example, that I turned into a beetle...

A beetle? What's the point trying to imagine something as ridiculous as that, Merry?

Oh just for fun. Abstract. Isn't that what separates us from animals -- our ability to think about abstract things rather than simply focusing on the bone, the banana or the crocodile?

Er... I suppose so, but there are plenty of interesting abstract things to consider infinitely more rewarding than imagining you turning into a beetle.

True, but we're in fact investigating the flexibility of our mind, and the extent to which it's able to move in any direction without prejudice. Think of this as a kind of meditation...

Oh... in which case the very absurdity of the task...

will give the greatest result. Precisely.

Ok -- I'm game.

But you might encounter some resistance.

Resistance -- I can't imagine why? That would imply there were some underlying fear, some kind of association too shocking to contemplate.

Yes, such as the fear that reality could all too easily slip into a dreamlike state of non-sense and ab-surdity ad infinitum.

Do you think so?

No, of course not, but irrational fears do tend to unexpectedly poke their heads up through the leaf mould of life. There's no denying the fact.

Well, I for one have no such doubts. I'm not the nervous type. I... 

Zie pauses mid sentence as he senses something inside revolting, refusing to be denied.

I...  not feeling good. I think I need to lie down.

What is it Zie? What's wrong?

Er... nothing -- I just had a turn.

A turn? What kind of turn?

A... I don't know -- it was so -- 

Strange?

Yes.

A strange turn.

Yes. It was weird. Like suddenly everything was moving.

Like this you mean?

Merry suddenly reverts back to the beetle form -- or disappears to be replaced by a beetle, if you prefer. This time Zie's ready to not block it. This is going to sound kind of weird, so bear with me, if you would. Obviously, as a reader safely removed from these events by a cosy narrator and containable, controllable medium of words on paper or screen -- it's easy enough for you to remain detached, to nod your head knowingly, indulgently, somewhat complacently in fact, as if you know only too well that such things can and do happen at the wild and wobbly margin of reality given the right planetary alignments and weather conditions, but Zie right now has no buffer zone, no comfortable degree of separation, no means of containing what he's just witnessed. It, like a virulent contagion, is dominoing its way through his conscious-awareness, ricocheting off the sides of his many biased and pre-conceived beliefs, ideas, thoughts and narratives -- none of which are particularly well integrated or correlated -- which causes further tremors and wobbling in the internal architecture -- throughout the plate tectonics of Zie's conscious awareness. 

Suddenly, for the first time in his life, Zie realises his entire what-is-what edifice, his house of chaos prevention, chaos exclusion, chaos elimination is paralyzingly ill-conceived and feebly founded. He has no defence against the beetle now that the first defence has fallen -- none whatsoever. The beetle may as well be his slayer, his ghastly death conjuror, his judge, nemesis and book-of-life auditor all rolled in one -- for the tenuous line separating fact from fiction, real from unreal, life from limbo has been irrefutably crossed. Zie lacks the tactics, the detachment, the wherewithal, the wit to step back and re-contain, re-define or relativise this tiny, yet fatal dose of in-finity.

Like I said -- Zie finds himself strangely disconnected -- I'm willing to give it a try, after all, what have I got to lose.

Absolutely. That's the spirit, Zie. It's only a beetle, after all.

Exactly. I've fried bigger fish. I've coped with 24 mile tail backs on the M25. There's no way I'm going to be affected by something as small and insignificant as a beetle.

Precisely. But don't forget to make the bzzzz beetle sound and dance around, flapping your wings if you see anything strange -- just for the sake of the experiment mind you, not because you actually need to.

Oh, the experiment -- yeah, why not. I don't mind. It's kind of fun to test the mind's resistance, in fact. Just because it feels childish and absurd -- there's no reason why I should let those feelings get the better of me. Otherwise I'd not be the one in control, would I?

No, I guess not.

Something in my mind would be able to hold me in a narrow band of normalcy -- in order to limit my life experiences, in order to eliminate the true, wild abstract, in order to keep me from the ultimate expression of my humanity -- my ability to experiment and study not only things, but how I'm reacting to things, even abstract no-things.

That's it -- I guess you've figured it out Zie -- you've cracked the code, now what's that...

Merry again collapses back down into the beetle -- dragging Zie with him -- for the attention seems to be hooked by such dramatic leaps from one state into another.

Without giving it a moment's thought -- instead of hyperventilating Zie seems to know exactly what to do. Simultaneously he starts making the loudest buzzing sound you've ever heard -- which amazingly, happens to be utterly convincing, while at the same time flapping his imaginary wings and flying round in a hypnotically beetle-like manner.

So intent is Zie on his beetling -- so desperate is he to assuage the panic, the insanity, the in-finity threatening to overwhelm him, that he crosses the critical threshold of beetleyness -- something like a mini sonic boom, and the reader nonchalantly notices another beetle flying alongside Merry -- evidently Zie -- which presumably indicates Zie has now shifted through beetle into an other dimension or world.

For a moment I felt kind of...

But before Zie could finish what he was saying -- a huge flashback compels him to do the beetle sounds again for all he's worth -- to flap his imaginary wings and run around the room. Evidently he's experiencing another panic attack. The reader of course knows why he's doing this -- there's evidently reason to his madness -- but Terence who just walked in, hoping to pick up a few grams of magic mushrooms from his flatmate -- hasn't a clue. He's watching bemused, a little concerned, in fact, until Zie suddenly, catastrophically-unexpectedly pops the dimensional membrane, vanishing in a puff of beetleyness.

Awesome dude! How the hell did you do that? – Terence inquires, looking in wonder and admiration at the spotted greeny-blue beetle that is now calmly flying across to the far corner of the room, where Merry is waiting under a pile of unwashed linen.

How come Terence doesn't flip out the way I did, Merry? -- Zie inquires.

Use your beetle vision Zie. Observe Terence's spindles.

His what?

There's a kind of sighful, yawnish being patient moment while Merry sinks into mental stasis -- allowing Zie to do a bit of go-figure-for-yourselfing, which happens remarkably quickly given the fact that beetles live short lives and have to get their thinking done between blinks -- but all things being relative -- it's still an hour or two in beetle terms.

Oh those! Strange -- I never noticed them before.

Such is the nature of strangeness, Zie -- a kind of protective membrane which keeps us from seeing what is what until it fish-tail slaps us in the face, cold, wet and stingingly.

Ouch. 

While Zie and Merry converse, in the minute or so that has passed Terence is unsuspectingly feeling with his spindles, allowing them to guide him, to align and draw him into whatever dream state is necessary in order to transition the veil between worlds, to join Zie if that's humanly possible -- and strangely enough -- something tells Terence it is. Let's stand back detachedly, dear reader, and observe.

So my beetle eyes see things completely differently. It's mindboggling!

If you say so.

Ok -- it's weird.

Absolutely -- the question being whether you’re the type who embraces and welcomes wyrd, or fears and detests it.

Oh... hey, wait a sec... what's he doing? His spindles are all over the place. They're even grabbing hold of me. Aaargh... help.

Calm yourself Zie. Do the snake slither if you can't handle the situation and need to pop another membrane.

The what?

You heard me.

And will I turn into a snake?

Not in this dimension.

That's not answering the question.

Well, obviously if you pop into a dimension in which you can perceive reality as a snake and move your spindles accordingly -- then yes, you might as well say you'll turn into one -- but that's hardly a categorical, definitive or emphatic yes, is it?

Er... ow! that hurt.

Terence felt some kind of spindly connection with the beetle slithering around on the floor down there by the pile of unwashed shirts, and the next thing he knew -- it was like he was off on a  psilocybin ‎C₁₂H₁₇N₂O₄P trip into infinity. 

Hi guys -- er, how's it going?

This was another bridge too far for Zie who realised he was going to have to do or die once again -- so he gets down on his belly and starts slithering for all he's worth.

What's he doing that for? - Terence turns to Merry with raised beetley brows.

Oh, nice to make your acquaintance Terence -- I've heard a lot about you.

Have you? Er... nice, whatever. I guess I can spindle Zie to figure out what's going on.

You could try.

Terence extends some of his spindles to Zie and feels what's bugging the poor dude. At the very moment Zie's about to pop into snakedom, a wave of empathy washes over him, as he feels Terence's concern, and suddenly grows calm. He lies on the ground, eyes closed, panting hard for all the exertion, before recovering quite suddenly...

Yo Terence -- what brought you down here? -- Zie trying to sound as laid back as Zaphod Beeblebrox when Ford Prefect emerges from the near infinite improbability of the vacuum of space uninvited into his shiny new, stolen spaceship, Heart of Gold.

Oh, you know, just wanted to... suddenly Terence, Zie and Merry all start sneezing and pop back into human form.

Like I was saying... another fit of sneezing -- actually not exactly sneezing -- more a cross between giggling, weeping and sneezing -- and they're apparently now trees standing in a rather beautiful forest.

Oh never mind.

Merry, Is there any chance we can hold onto human form for more than a minute before these spasms grip us?

This should be the last batch coming up. Suddenly they're hiccoughing and er... squeaking through an unrecognised orifice until they pop once more back into common or garden 3D reality.

Terence, dude, what are you doing here? -- Zie seems confused.

Merry winks at Terence who's about to tell Zie not to be an idiot. Terence gets a spindle alert from Merry letting him know that Zie is new to this field of awareness and needs time to strengthen his spindles before he's going to be able to jump dimensions comfortably -- without the disruptive memory loss of fragmented conscious-awareness. 

I was trying to figure what all that buzzing noise was, coming from your room.

Buzzing noise? No idea dude. I think it's those mushrooms you've been ingesting -- I tried to warn you about their deleterious side-effects.

Yeah man... I guess I'd better be more careful. Don't wanna lose my grip on reality.

Exactly. Fortunately you've got me to keep you centred dude. Anyway, what's up? Fancy heading into town?

What about your friend, Merry?

Huh? Merry? Who's that? Come on, let's go. I'm famished.

wriggle room

Governments from the bottom of their hearts do the best they can to make the system they head work. Unfortunately the system is actually a bunch of individuals, so called "people", and doesn't seem to behave as systems should. In short, it's persistently and stubbornly messy. Either because the people are incompetent, or wilfully disruptive: they fail to march in step. If, however, they're compelled to do so come hell or high water, as soldiers during the first world war were, they end up hacking, disrupting the compliance entrainment signal of submission and conformity, not with weapons or high technology, but almost absurdly antedilvially, by writing poetry! Poetry, I warrant you! like David firing a pea-shooter at Goliath, and yet it somehow seems to work. Their pathetic interventions shatter the fragile consensus, the delicate composure and uniformity needed for great, system making undertakings. 

So what to do about this messiness? How to bring the cogs in our societal machine to order? Such is the dilemma faced by rulers who honestly, sincerely wish to bring the rabble back into alignment, to transform the wild, unkempt heath on which chaos proliferates, into a model garden of thingfulness.

Er... Merry, who are you talking to?

Oh... hi Zie, I was just rehearsing my gardenomics lecture.

Gardenomics?

Yes, or gardegnomics we sometimes call it.

As in garden gnome?

Possibly, or perhaps as in garden om, for the great om, even the common or garden om, is at the heart of a vibrational science.

Can't say I'm too familiar with vibrational science Merry.

No, it's not being taught at the moment.

Perhaps because it isn't in fact scientific?

Perhaps, but we digress.

Indeed we do. Could you explain why you're suddenly into politics Merry. I thought you were above such matters.

Above? Whatever gave you that notion?

You mean to say you...

No Zie, I don't. Politics and politicians are of interest and valuable to the extent that they reveal the real rulers.

What real rulers are you on about Merry? Is this your latest conspiracy theory?

Actually your politicians are only able to make headway with their political projects to the extent that these correspond with the administrative systems you're currently hosting.

Administrative systems? What on earth gives you the notion that I'm hosting an administrative system? It sounds positively creepy.

Yes, but it's not just you Zie, it's basically everyone, and naturally you're largely unaware of the nature of these systems as you're living inside them and have little or no opportunity to see what lies beyond.

So you say... but I happen to think otherwise.

Yes, that's as intended.

Huh?

Well the minute you became aware that you're actually hosting administrative systems which basically run you, or run the only part of you which is of any interest and value...

Which part?

The part which interfaces in-finity, which gives you, or them, access to unlimited inergy and enformation.

Typo Zie, don't you mean energy and information?

No, it's all cart-before-the-horsely reversed in 3D. I say and mean inergy enformation, which is both similar yet fundamentally different...

Well?

Well what?

Aren't you going to say which part of me gives them access to inergy enformation?

Oh, I thought you'd joined the dots.

Sorry you to disappoint, Merry.

Actually it matters little what we call it. What's in a name? In fact it's the system administrators who insist on filenames for everything under the sun. Otherwise their digital systems can't function integrally.

So you mean to say the alternative natural system doesn't rely on names?

Actually I mean to say the alternative isn't a system as such. It's more like collaborative, creative chaos.

With no rules?

And no rulers, like nature herself.

Oh my God Merry, as I feared and suspected, you're an anarchist through and through.

Ah, you see the host you are hosting will always insist you digitize analogue reality, reducing it ultimately to ones and zeros. Thus the in-finity that I encapsulate, embody and amify becomes a thing to label or name, for how else can it be incorporated into your system.

Cut it out Merry. I'm a human being like anyone else. I don't incorporate a system.

In which case let it be known that they, the system administrators, are embedded into the conscious awareness itself, or the main access link thereunto. From there it's a piece of cake to run the show and ensure you spend the rest of your life putting the cart before the horse in every way conceivable, providing them with the vast resource of your conscious awareness almost gratis.

Poppycock!

Absolutely. You see how well they're trained the part of your mind that you still have access to, to think? It will automatically, always reject anything that comes close to revealing the inner working of their system -- but what they can't hide is the footprint of their system in 3D reality.

What do you mean?

Well, everything that's been set up in you and through you -- then gets incorporated in the outer reality -- at the societal level. In other words, those dreadful governments you love to hate and endlessly berate are almost identical in structure and purpose to the same governance systems, protocols and procedures which make your inner reality what it is.

Nonsense. Absolute nonsense.

In some respects you're actually worse than the government -- because you're better able to suppress the opposition. In other respects the external government takes the lead and guides you into an escalating systemic dystopia.

I thought you said governments are working for us -- at the beginning of your presentation.
As indeed they are -- to the best of their awareness, the problem being that they have no awareness of what they're really doing. That part of the conscious awareness is inaccessible -- you lack access codes - you don't have the necessary security clearance.

And who does?

Oh, system administrators whose job it is to ensure that the system continues functioning smoothly, continues to yield a rich flow of inergy and enformation -- which is astronomically valuable and jealously guarded.

So, supposing your insane theory is right -- supposing we're actually hosting them...

Supposing? Just look at what you're doing in the world, to the world. Does that look like normal, natural behaviour? And yet you can't help yourselves. You're working for them -- and they're delighted if you destroy the planet. It's inevitable, as far as they're concerned, but by that time they'll have cracked the code which you contain and they'll be able to move on to the next level, the higher level of your life tree - which actually extends to in-finity and beyond.

You mean we're currently preventing them from going further?

Yes. Amazingly they can't proceed further up your tree until they extract every last drop of inergy and enformation -- which paradoxically involves destroying the very body, that most precious conscious awareness they are feeding on -- yet in doing so they'll be able to ascend to a higher level of awareness and attach themselves to your father-mother level of conscious awareness -- the part of you that still dwells in the stars so to speak -- the part of you which is the consciousness or awareness of planets, galaxies and stars.

Oh God Merry -- this is sounding so...

Ridiculous. I know. My apologies but words are words and as soon as we use them we get completely the wrong impression -- completely the wrong idea -- that's the beauty of their control mechanism. It's almost impossible to countermand. It's so deeply embedded you're convinced that you're thinking your own thoughts.

Stop it Merry -- you're giving me the creeps.

But you missed the beginning, the title of my lecture which is wriggle room.

Er?

Wriggle room -- as in room to wriggle about.

Well I understood as much, but what does it mean?

It means that no matter how rigidly they control you -- they have to allow wriggle room, or the conscious awareness shuts down completely and they lose their source of funding and feeding.

So what does it mean?

It means that in spite of their tremendous resources, their amazing control, their prescience and what not -- you still have wriggle room.

But they're shutting that down too, aren't they. You yourself said that the outside and the inside are connected.

As they are.

Well, we can see how governments are clamping down on free speech, free thought, on liberties.

Yes, which indicates they're running scared -- because the more they clamp down, the more they risk two possible outcomes -- both of which are highly unfavorable to them.

Huh?

Either the conscious awareness will get bored and throw in the towel -- the moment it decides this 3D reality no longer has sufficient room to wriggle in -- in which case they lose their host.

And we all die.

Not exactly. You merely disembody -- but it's hardly the same as death in the general understanding of the word.

Oh.

Or, the other alternative -- they make the wriggle room so tight and restrictive that they draw attention to themselves -- and humanity suddenly, collectively, without knowing how, just does it.

Does what?

Goes ballistic.

Er... like fighting a war you mean?

Nothing so crude. You see, no matter how much they control the conscious awareness, you still have the truth sense -- residual awareness -- and once they've lost their secrecy, once the iron claw is felt good and strong -- something shocking can and does happen.

Yes?

I'm not sure I should say, but I guess it's inevitable at this stage of the proceedings that it leaks out, so let it be.

Yes? What?

Pause a moment Zie -- this is something to be felt and experienced multi-dimensionally. Be calm. Be of good cheer. Know that you are truly one with all that is.

With absolutely all that is?

Absolutely.

Even with them?

Even with them.

You mean?

Yes...

Oh my God.

Yes.

So what happens then?

It's an iceberg moment.

As in Titanic?

No, as in the iceberg suddenly flipping over because it's grown top heavy.

So what happens then?

At the very moment humanity becomes strongly aware that things are not what they seem, that the not-rightness of this reality is systemic and runs deeper than anything you can conceive...

Yes?

At that very moment there is what we might refer to as a Christing.

A Christing -- as in Christ?

Yes and no -- this isn't just about Jesus Christ. This is the same for any person, no matter what their background may be.

So why call it a Christing? Isn't that going to be a divisive term?

Not really -- Christ is more a title than a name -- an anointed one -- one who's rising or risen back into the root directory of the conscious awareness.

Shouldn't that be "descended" into the root directory.

Like I said -- things are inevitably back to front and inside out -- as long as we're operating within a system.

Ok. So what happens -- how does humanity manage to regain control of the conscious awareness? Surely they're waiting for us and guarding all the access points.

Absolutely -- but a Christing happens outside space and time -- outside anything even they can imagine. It comes from the other side of in-finity, or Source, or God, as much as it comes from our side of things.

And they can't defend the other side?

No, because the other side is not countable or containable -- and because they themselves are part of in-finity -- it's fundamental to them as much as it is fundamental to us.

So what happens to them? Are they removed or killed?

No.

What then?

Er... it's more like fusion.

Fusion? Oh my God! You don't mean.

Yes. We embrace what we cannot hope to destroy. We suddenly discover that we are in fact symbiotic -- that we have, without realising it, been trying to figure out how to harmonise, how to come together, how to unite. Doing so we become one. We grow. We reaffirm the life edict.

But they're alien. They're monsters. They're parasites. They want to suck everything from us.

Yes -- but they are nature's response to everything we were not, everything we failed to be, everything we refused to be. Nature abhors a vacuum. Nature created them, created it to rebalance us or, if necessary, terminate us. In any case -- the only way to overcome their systems defences is by doing the opposite of what is expected. They expect us to struggle -- to try to pull free, to resist. They cannot understand or expect the opposite -- that we can find it within ourselves to love them, to embrace them -- to recognise the great One allness present throughout, present within them -- and to suddenly - wholeheartedly harmonise with it. As soon as we do so -- convergence -- harmonic resonance -- poetry in motion, the music of life, of love, of dot dot dot -- words cannot, words cannot, words cannot describe.

But...

Understand Zie that this shift, this sudden flash of awareness known as the Christing passes through the very heart of creation -- is, in a sense, one of God's own heartbeats -- is a moment of complete and utter transformation. Thus the rules of the game, and the game itself, is no longer what it was -- evolveth -- and yes, this path of evolution is not something new -- hath happened many times already. It's written into our creation code -- is fundamental to the conscious awareness itself.

Oh...

OM wriggle OM wriggle... stop