Harmonia's song

Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to the wonderful world of cognitive dissonance, otherwise known as the thought field. You are exactly where you need to be, here, steeped in the glorious cacophany of dissonance, convinced that things are wrong, which somehow need to be put right; thinking, thinking thoughts for all you're worth, driving the natural ecology of mind, where thoughts live and grow biologically, bringing things to fruition, into being. Behold the mindscape down below: see yourself labouring to make sense of the confusion, the chaos of things floating on a tide of contradiction, cross-currents of competing beliefs and ideologies, warring matters of fact in a sea of paradox...

God, it's a mess. How on Earth are we to make sense of this shitty cacophany? Why on Earth do you call it this wonderful world of cognitive dissonance, when nothing could be further from the truth? 

Anger, frustration notwithstanding, consider the metaphysics: where else could you immerse yourself in a constant stream of thought, if not here?

Anywhere else and before too long you’d sense the metrics of thought, and awareness would surely interrupt your live thought stream, but here, no.

Here, you can enjoy the thought field uninterrupted while thoughts lead you again and again in circles of rational logic and reason, constantly revolving round the central axiom, the central assumption, the central belief which you may not question, you may not even simply observe in its entirety – within the broader context of all that is – for the thought field does not permit it. Were you to step back and view your central assumption, your core belief, your holding position as is – you would immediately sense an other – no matter what, no matter where – an other that completely shifts how you perceive, how you interpret this core belief, this axiom, this basis for whatever you think you are whatever you think. It would be like a moment, the moment in cinematography when the camera suddenly swizzles around the action frame – which is momentarily frozen – which we first saw in the Matrix with Trinity jumping mid-kick. It’s the moment when you suddenly realise that you’re actually dreaming – and instead of waking up in confusion – accept this and now dream lucidly, directing your dream consciously. At this moment the mouse running on the wheel may continue doing so – you can continue dreaming or thinking, for the two are intimately related, by you now do so aware of the fact that this is not all that you are – you’ve caught a glimpse of the dreamer/ thinker in the mirror and you keep one small part of your mind’s eye on the dreamer/ thinker – watching his/ her response to things that are happening – comparing that response with what you yourself are actually thinking/ feeling in your now hyper, or broader, awareness. You see, the moment we become aware of something – it means we’re now operating from a deeper or higher perspective – one part of my me continues as before, assuming this is all there is, assuming things within my field of view, my field of thought are all there is, all that exists, while the deeper/ higher me calmly, curiously looks on – knowing that the process of observing with awareness is in itself shifting that frame, that field of thought into a new life, a new world. I was dead. I was operating thingly – a shell of me, a thinkingness – unaware of the cognitive dissonance my thoughts helped create, unaware, because I was still only half alive, only half real – and the background noise of cognitive dissonance was like a signal I needed to generate, I needed to feel, to remind myself that I still exist, I’m still able to think, even if I’m not yet alive, not yet able to sense the whole, the perfect asymmetry, made perfect, made whole when other is brought into play, when other is introduced to the equation – other which cannot, does not, need not fit into the rational mind, which is where I zero in and out, where I flow back and forth across the event horizon of in-finity. 

This is a quiet hallelujah moment – when suddenly you become aware that you’ve always been aware – you just weren’t aware of the fact that you were aware – contradictions, tautology be damned.

I was not alive – I was not life itself because I was busily being someone or something – I was wrapped up in my own field of thought – which was self-referencing – which looped round and round the central fact, the central axiom that is me, all the while failing to observe the edge, the catch, the flaw, the portal, the person opposite lying on the couch, reflected in the mirror, simply failing to observe, failing to see me – the part of me that was and is outside any particular construct, any particular frame, any particular field, any particular paradigm or dream or reality I’ve inserted myself into. Failing to see my self – how the same mind embedded in my thought field is present on the opposing side of any position I have ever taken – how I was always arguing, fighting, contesting with myself – and doing so beautifully, passionately, vociferously – convinced that I am right, convinced that things will only be put right if I can get it out – if I can share what I’ve already figured out in my thought field, with the broader field of thought – which is not yet in tune with me.

So there’s a general desire to assist the greater field of thought – a belief that I can help tune it into right thinking – if I use the right words, if I express myself correctly – that words and thought can do the trick – can put things right – because things and thought – we assume – are inextricably linked – which they are.

I repeat: things and thought are inextricably linked – two sides of one coin. The assumption that we can make things right by thinking of a solution – is perfectly rational -  I mean PERFECTLY rational, because the rational mind sees and knows that things are in fact of the same essence, vibrating the same way as thought, and yet the idea that we can fix things by telling the world our solution, by arguing calmly, carefully or passionately, is false – because the field of thought has two sides to it, roughly speaking.  One side is the world around us, the other side the non-material side of things – what we could rudely refer to as consciousness. If we apply pressure to one side – if we try to fix things by thinking them right, by finding solutions, by putting things in order mechanically, we can only ever fix one side. Everything we fix, everything we set right will be offset by something else behind us which annoyingly, unreasonably, weirdly, supernaturally, strangely, frustratingly, bizarrely slips out of place. Eventually we may figure out that we’re at the centre of a circle, and that prioritising one side – trying to fix it without perceiving the whole is, in fact, absurd, an exercise in futility. But how? the rational mind contends – how could I possibly fix everything at the same time? How could I look in every direction simultaneously? I lack 360° vision. It can’t be done.

Correct. That’s a good starting point. Or rather – it can be done if you don’t try to do it rationally – if you’re willing and able to act at the quantum level – or “spiritually”, but it can’t be done at the mechanical level of things – obviously – because pushing the unevenness out of one part of the hoop, merely transfers it to another part. Obviously.

Sooner or later this awareness returns. It’s not anything new. We’ve had it before. It’s coming back, inevitably, such is the nature of things – that they go through a period of disorder – a period of madness, dissonance, a kind of death. Then, all of a sudden, snap – they’re no longer rushing around like headless chickens, no longer insane, no longer banging their heads against a brick wall, no longer trying to fix things by papering over the cracks or shoving words onto paper and calling them laws – we’re back in Harmonia – a world where things simply feel right – we get it – we feel the underlying, the overarching harmony – and anything that doesn’t fit we simply discard – without necessarily knowing or caring why – because the why side of things, the what, the how – the endless questioning is what the rational mind does when something deeper is missing – when we’ve lost our fundamental sense of knowing – when we simply don’t feel the whole – when we’re still on the outside of our mind trying to get back in, trying to remember harmony, trying to recreate it rationally – tee hee – you have to laugh or cry! the absurdity of what we’re trying to do – with our rational intelligence.

Observe the rational intelligence at work. Observe, if you will, the things which secretly, deeply disturb you – the things you don’t want to admit to, the things you’re secretly ashamed of, terrified of, cowering from, observe the people whom you secretly fear or hate or despise – observe the situations you’ll do almost anything to avoid, observe the things that make you what you are, the things that shape your thoughts – observe how you are constantly avoiding invisible monsters, invisible snake filled pits in the underworld of your sub-consciousness, and observe how your rational mind will do almost anything to avoid confronting the limits, the fundamental contradictions in any given rational frame or field of thought. Disheartening? perhaps – but not necessarily, because there’s more to you than meets the eye – there are shoots just under the earth, peeping up through the snow, waiting to burst forth in a spontaneous re-emergence of life, just as soon as the snow has thawed.

So how? How can I thaw an entire winter? It’s beyond my power?

Not so. Nothing ever was, no thing ever could be beyond your power once you accept that you never had any power as such – you were always part of an in-finity – an allness, a oneness, a wholeness – which you are able to tune into – to re-be.

But I’ve lost the connection. The Lord cast me out of paradise.

Yes, the Lord cast you out of paradise because you chose to enter a field of thought, a world of cognitive dissonance – because that was an essential part of learning to be alive – of learning – that was your way of experiencing death.

What?

Precisely. You experience death through no longer knowing – no longer being in tune with all that is, with all you are, with “God” – though we don’t call it “God” when we’re in tune.

Why not?

Because the word, the label “God” has the sound, the poetry, the feeling of “got”, of “dog”, of “git” or “hit” of “hat” or “shit”. It’s a very, very thingy word, a word which rightly reveals where you are at this moment of time, at this moment in your temporal field of consciousness.

Temporal field of consciousness? What on Earth is that?

Well, you stopped being aware. You’re aware of things, but you stopped being consciously aware – which is Ok, which is good as that’s your journey of discovery – but when you start to observe how that happens, the mechanism of not-being aware – you observe how your consciousness was locked into, locked onto a temporal field – which you’re proceeding along snail like – creating criss-crossing tracks, and trying to figure it out linearly.

Oh.

Indeed. So, in your present state – which is a temporal field of consciousness – you refer to Harmonia – the goddess of light and perfect, natural being – as God, in the same way you refer to Theodore as Ted, Robert as Bob. It’s convenient for you to abbreviate things, cutting them down to their barest component – the lowest common denominator so to speak.

Is there anything wrong with that?

No, not wrong – it’s merely symptomatic of where you are in the field of thought right now. You see, when you start feeling God more deeply – you’re not feeling a belief, or a religion, or an idea – though there will always be beliefs, religions and ideas which correspond with what you’re feeling.

Oh.

You’re feeling a feeling, and you know what it is, because you know without any doubt – so when you do something completely irrational from a rational perspective – you’re like Harry Potter when he took Felix Felicis – the liquid luck potion. He starts doing things which seem completely absurd, which are counter-intuitive – in order to extract a vital memory from Professor Slughorn. He succeeds because he stops playing by the rules – he stops being rational – because he says things and does things he never normally would – thanks to this magic potion. Well, the same is true of humanity today. The same is true of us. Once we feel it, once we know, once we’ve caught again that haunting melody, that music of the spheres, of the soul, that whisper of in-finity, that presence of God – no thing, nothing is going to shake us. We’re going to hold onto it and do whatever it takes, to stay aligned, to stay attuned – and if it takes us off the edge of a cliff – we’ll discover there’s an invisible bridge, or a portal to another world – or perhaps we’ll die – but it won’t matter – because once we’re feeling the God-ness – the song of Harmonia – nothing can shake us, nothing can affect or disturb us – so called “death” is irrelevant,  we slice straight through the boundary field like a knife through water – the boundary, the field itself – was never any more than what separates one dream from another – only solid, only an obstacle until I become lucid in my dreaming, aware in my consciousness.

Cuckoo la la! I say. Blessed be Harmonia. She has many names, but none of the names matter in themselves, for they are but hyperlinks that enable me or you to re-tone my dissonance – to feel her presence throughout, and suddenly I become aware of me – the vast unfolding ness of me – extending beyond my physical space, and everywhere I go, and everywhere I look, and everything I see there is another aspect of me revealing itself before my very eyes, and it is good, and I cannot but smile and laugh with joy – for I was lost and now I’m found, was blind and now I see.

through the night, binaurally

Binaural beats.

Sorry?

Binaural beats.

No, you've lost me Merry.

Well, imagine that everything you experience in 3D is one input which is matched by an other input which is in a completely different register. We can't hear it. We're only aware of one side -- as is the ear on the other side of our collective head, but somewhere in the brain the two get mixed together creating another sound by combining the two -- a kind of auditory illusion which you hear as if it really exists. Actually, it's not that far from what you get when hydrogen and oxygen are combined as H2O, giving you water somewhere in the middle.

But that's an actual chemical reaction -- I mean a completely new molecule is formed.

So you believe, so you perceive it here in 3D.

It's more than just belief or perception. It exists empirically.

Yes, of course, but that's not saying much, is it?

How do you mean?

Unless you've ever bothered to venture outside 3D and take a look at what's really going on -- you'll never know how real your reality is. You'll always assume that H2O is the result of an actual combination of two elements, hydrogen and oxygen -- but supposing they never actually combine because things are only symbols, or denotations -- no more than that.

Impossible. A lump of iron, a table, a loaf of bread, some coal or diamond -- these are not merely symbols -- we can test them in multiple ways using our five senses and various machines.

All of which are only ever going to tell you what we already know -- that things are real enough as long as you perceive them from within the equation -- from within the field frame known as 3D. But there's no proof, no guarantee that they are actually real, that they continue to be real once you step outside 3D, or even more so, when you allow two complementary but different data streams to combine somewhere within the conscious awareness. They might well give rise to a completely different reality which will be no less real than what we now have.

But how could you possibly do this? Where is this conscious awareness that exists between worlds -- that is supposedly capable of combining live data streams from two different yet complimentary realities?

You'll never know if you don't bother to find out, and there's absolutely no point me trying to show off, to persuade you that I'm right by explaining the higher mathematics. This, like so many basic fundamental things needs to be seen and experienced at first hand. That way you can test the theory and decide for yourself.

But how? I have no idea how to put myself between worlds.

No, nor do I. Oh, what a fine bird.

Zie looks round to see a beautiful eagle flying around the large room he's in. Nonplussed, he trues to figure out where it came from, how it got in, but before he can make head or tail of the situation, a sudden, sharp blow from behind sends him sprawling.

What did you do that for Merry. Red card, I say.

But to his surprise he's unable to set eyes on Merry who appears to have vanished.

Here, over here -- he hears Merry's voice from over there, behind the owl. 

He half catches a glimpse of his friend, but is confused to find the eagle apparently now changed into a fox.

Dude, would you quit shape shifting -- you're doing my head in and making me feel decidedly queasy.

Sorry Zie -- it seemed necessary man. Had to shift the narrative -- had to give you a bit of the other side.

You mean you shipped in an eagle, then a fox from the flip side of reality?

Apparently so, but actually it's no big deal.

So you say. I, on the contrary believe it's hugely singificant.

Well, what I meant to say is we're in chicken and egg territory. It's far from clear who or what is leading this merry dance. It's far from certain that the chief protaganist is you. This is about testing the hypothesis to ascertain who or what is in fact in control.

Oh come on Merry -- this is getting ridiculous.

Like I said -- at the quantum level no one side predominates, so your assumption, impression or even certainty that you are the mover and shaker of this 3D reality might be wholly inadeqate. Until you've bothered to locate and hear the other side -- or become aware of the binaural reality at the centre of the conscious awareness you're simply not qualified to comment intelligently on the subject.

Oh. But I'm sure you're out of order to suggest that our reality is only half true -- that it actually combines with another to give the remix, the fusion, the synthesis.

Well it works very well with water molecules.

No it doesn't Merry. They simply form chemical bonds. Period.

Absolutely -- within 3D -- but in actual fact each atom is a world unto itself -- completely and utterly self contained. There's no way they can undo that -- unless the so called molecular bond is what appears when the conscious awareness finds itself caught between two equal, opposing data streams. It juggles them. It opens an embassy -- a vitual platform which becomes real the minute you give it the time of day -- the minute you feed it with your attention.

So?!

Stop taking it for granted that things -- any thing whatsoever -- are actually things. Start testing. Start assuming they might well be half of what actually adds up to three as opposed to one.

Three? Why that?

Because half is 1/2 so there's a one and a two -- which combine as two separate wholes, neither of which actually ceases to exist -- but which bring about, cause an other to manifest.

What other? Where?

In your 3D case -- H2O -- the wateriness at the very centre of life -- but beyond your so called reality -- an other which, paradoxically, affects your reality and your conscious awareness, even though you fail to perceive it and generally don't even know it exists.

How can you be so certain Merry? This is going too far...

How else can we explain water, or the fact that reality seems so utterly real? It has stereo as well as quantum or binaural effects adding weight, breadth and depth to what would be flat and toneless. All this is happening right before your very nose but you're so busy assuming that things are just things, that you have the complete picture, that you fail to notice how the universe, how reality is constantly trying to show you you don't -- for example when you observe people fighting and arguing. They're coming from different sides. They simply can't get over or reconcile their differences, for to do so they'd have to transcend 3D -- they'd have to become aware of their place in something bigger -- in other words they'd have to start gnowing.

Oh, that again. I was hoping we'd got over that whole gnowing thing.

But this isn't about things out there -- fascinating though they may be.

No?

Ultimately it's about you or me -- and whether or not we're prepared to find out how those things which seem to trigger us -- which bother us -- only do so because I'm half of what I really am -- and certain people or things accidentally or deliberately bring this unwelcome fact to my attention. It's bound to cause a reaction -- until I'm willing to work with my other half, my other side -- until I'm ready to tune into my third -- which somehow manages to put everything into perspective.

But how?

Not how, nor what, nor why, nor any other so called question word, all of which help to preserve the status quo by treating the quantum level as something strictly rational. A total waste of time.

Er...

Lost for words -- take a look below -- at letters that spontaneously appeared as we were writing this.

We?

You, me, the gnomiki.

Oh not again -- I'm sick of your gnomiki.

Understandably -- behold the rational mind putting up reasonable defences against what it perceives to be pointless or unnecessary mysticism, metaphysics or obfuscation... and yet the rational mind is not immune to the quantum effects of breath and gnowing.

Breath and gnowing... this is one of those jumping off the rooftop moments isn't it, Morpheus.

Yes. Want a hand?

Er...

1, 2, 3...

No, don't rush me.

1, 2, 3...

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Fair dinkum mate. But something a little more explicit for our gentle readers perhaps?

Unzipping, unconcealing, revealing the vast overlay, the cross crossing interweave, the many and much that is one throughout and...

No Zie -- storily.

Oh... yes, I see what you mean. Well, it all starts with a boy who's doing his homework one night -- but the boy can just as well be a girl depending on who you are.

Moving swiftly on...

Hears this weird noise -- kind of spooky -- creepy -- clicking and chittering sound -- so he closes his books and goes over to the window to take a look.

Bizarre. I'd never have gone to investigate. Too afraid.

Pulls back the curtain and screams -- observing a gigantic beetle staring in.

Sounds familiar Zie -- isn't that the beetle, the first of the Spells that our binaural third wrote.

Yes, obviously -- but I was seeing it for real. It's not just a story, you know.

So tell me -- was the beetle really there, or did the boy just imagine it?

You're asking me?

Er... yes. You seem to be pretty clear about it.

But that's the quantum blip, isn't it.

What do you mean "blip"?

That's where the different possibilities and our own cross over. The answer is created or determined or gnown depending on how or whether you gnow it or not.

And do you?

I don't know -- I

Merry gently nudges Zie over the edge of in-finity watching him spinning slowly, falling down to what must surely be certain death but Zie seems to bifurcate on the way down -- as if both sides have revealed themselves -- 

                        ...gnow.

I thought so. Amazing isn't it, accessing the g-nome.

Gn-om   yes, in-deed. So, you mean to say that one completely ordinary children's poem contains all this?

1, 2, 3 -- difficult to say, isn't it -- who contains what, or vice versa, but obviously the child's play, the simple tale, the archetype -- these take us deep enough -- and once we're committed, once we've made the leap or been given the shove -- things are free to spin around and rearrange themselves weirdly wonderfully.

Oh m

0=1

entanglement unentangled er

Supposing you’re right Merry... supposing it really is a zero sum game and things actually add up to nought...

Any other explanation gives us a something for nothing universe, which is an even more ridiculous proposition.

Well, I’m not saying you’re wrong, it’s just I find it difficult how any of these outlandish theories can actually make a difference in the real world of shopping, bills, work and family.

There is no real world to make a difference in.

Well that’s just where I disagree.

You’re welcome.

It’s preposterous to say there is no real world.

I agree. Preposterous but true all the same. Instead of focusing on things, turn your eye towards the other side of matter, the other side of things, the side that you constantly, persistently ignore just because it’s inconveniently close to what you are, because it’s awkward to step back from and consider calmly, rationally, objectively because you’re so hopelessly entangled in this 3D reality, this world of things.

So you think you’re able to step back, o great philosopher?

Actually it isn’t that hard, it just requires a little motivation and determination. Once you start noticing the results it becomes so exciting, so rewarding you’ll never want to stop.

You mean to tell me you’re actually able to unentangle yourself and view things as are?

As opposed to as they seem --  yes. Before too long you become aware of the programme or technology that makes things seem so utterly convincing, that persuades you to take them at face value. It’s like a sugar coating, a lens or filter which ensures your attention is all on the ball and not on anything happening off-screen.

So you see more, and you think that’s an advantage?

Well yes, it gives me the opportunity to work on other things, rather than serving the matrix, the 3D mind machine which literally demands your attention and exacts a heavy payment for its rendering of reality.

Er...  like what?

It standardises, homogenises reality and simply requires complete subservience, complete fealty. It’s your feudal overlord, you its vassal.

Hang on, Merry, that’s a bit steep. I’m no one’s vassal. I’m free and independent.

Within prescribed borders: as long as you don’t try to stray from the life path it, the borg offers you.

So now it’s the borg, is it? A bit casual with terminology, aren’t we?

In essence it’s neither the borg nor the matrix. In essence it’s your relationship with in-finity, with the greater is, the all, the om...

Ok, ok, I’ve got the message: something incredibly vague and vacuous. A walk on the wild side of metaphysics.

Couldn’t have put it better myself. That’s indeed how it looks or seems from an entrenched 3D perspective, but once you’ve established a need to know, a willingness to unentangle, unentrain yourself, to experience the sunny side of nought, it ceases to be vague or vacuous, as you so alliteratively put it.

Well that’s just it, isn’t it Merry.

Yes, I suppose it is.

You know what I’m about to say.

Absolutely.

I don’t...

You were about to say you’re quite happy in your present circumstances and feel no pressing need to know anything that might upturn the apple cart of your beliefs and convictions.

Oh... well more or less.

And I don’t blame you. Usually people only make the leap when they’ve crossed a line and can’t go back, either because the borg is terminating them with cancer, for example, or because they simply know too much and can no longer continue pretending it’s real any more. Finding themselves between a cliff and a hard place they’re compelled to either leap or fail.

Oh... you make it sound somewhat brutal.

It’s about seizing the infinitesimal chance.

Carpe diem?

Absolutely.

Well fortunately I don’t find myself in those dire straits.

Oh, but you do.

What are you talking about. I’m perfectly content with my lot and I have no intention of pushing against the envelope.

True.

Merry, what’s going on.

Oh nothing.

Quit fooling around. I know you’re up to something.

Oh that.

That what?

Well I took the liberty of editing a little of the source code.

You did what?

I rewrote a small section of the matrix.

You’re kidding, right?

So the matrix is no longer able to figure out who is what any more.

Oh Jesus, you didn’t?

It’s been scratching its head for a while, expending its remaining inertia, but we can safely say that seem is now coming apart at the seams.

Shit. How could you have been so insanely reckless?

Oh you know... nothing much to do, feeling a little bored, looking for a spot of excitement...

So you decided to blow up the entire universe?

No, only the matrix. Look, if it can’t handle a little "0=1 what’s it all about meaning of life introspection' then quite frankly I think it’s time it went.

But all the people... The devastation they’re going to endure, just for an idle whim.

Oh, I wouldn’t say 0=1 is an idle whim. More a divine inspiration, a bolt from the blue, a cosmic spanner in the works, a...

Shut up Merry! This is serious.

Oh, so all of a sudden you feel an urge to get serious about disemborging? How very last minute of you.

I’m not kidding Merry. You don’t seem to realise what you’ve done.

Of course I realise Zie, I’ve brought z axis back into play. You’re now guaranteed to experience everything that’s been blocked and held back by that dyke all these years past. You’re going to rediscover the time wave as you flash in and out of pure conscious-ness, you’re...

Doomed, Merry. Forgive him for he knows not what he has done. You have just succeeded where Hitler, Stalin, Ghenghis Khan and all our well-intentioned bureaucrats failed – you have just consigned us to the demagnetisation dump of data, where all our 1s and 0s are going to be irreversibly scrambled.

Do you think so Zie? Do you think I’ll get the baddest hack ever award? Look, I know you’re going through some emotional processing right now so I don’t want to disturb you or anything...

Disturb me? You’re worried about disturbing me? Maybe you should have thought about that before rewriting our source code.

Like I said, it’s an emotional moment which you’d best process uninterrupted, but if at any time you feel like you’d actually like to consider your options, feel free to drop in.

Do? Haven’t you done enough?

What, rewriting an itsy weeny bit of code? Give me a break. That was just a...  processing Zie, that’s it, deep breaths, breathe deeply, deeper, deeper and one

Merry suddenly taps Zie on the forehead and spins him around what we can only assume to be the z axis.

Ah, so that’s what you meant by seizing the infinitesimal chance? How did you do that? How did you move so fast?

You think I moved fast? How about this?

Again Merry lurches towards the axis which seems to emerge from nowhere, kicking his heels out he spins around it like he’s getting sucked into a vortex until he blurs into a disk form which is your indistinguishable from a UFO. The UFO is absolutely motionless, shockingly so, but seems to draw phantom images of space-time time-space through its quantum field. Zie watches spellbound, sensing how Merry is traversing space and time without violating a single law of physics. Energy is being conserved. Input outputs amount to zero. Nothing is happening beautifully, and Zie feels an irresistible urge to laugh and dance, which is precisely what he does.

So you see, Zie, things are not quite as dire as they seemed once we’re ready to find our feet, once we’re ready to step into a narrative filled with starlight and in-finite possibility. But that’s the kind of story that has to be written at the very edge of conscious-ness, at the place of no return. What used to be the borg in a story of repressed desires and fear of change, is now transformed, turned inside out, a veritable tardis, the z y x in-finity drive, bigger the further you go inside, so yes, I did end time as you knew it but it was time  for change, that world, that reality was choking to death on you, you in it. So choke no more, children of in-finity, I madly, gaily, joyfully, merrily present you with in-finity, the only place you’re guaranteed to experience everything you possibly can, without needing a permit to violate the manxome laws of Lewis Caroll space-time. Om
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Nano time

Why isn't anything happening?

Because telekinesis is a joke.

I have a different theory Zie.

Go on then, blow me away.

I'm pretty sure it does work, but too fast.

Too fast?

Yes -- you see if I move that bottle in one trillionth of a second, and then shift it back again...

Well why don't you just leave it there?

I guess because it doesn't feel right.

What?

Because everything in existence is actually perfectly balanced all the time.

What!? You call this balanced? The world's a mess.

Well yes -- yet things are not flying around spontaneously. They're balanced. They're not falling over.

Of course they're not moving. Why on Earth would they be moving? They'd need a force acting on them to move. No force - no movement. Newton's second law.

Well yes, that's how we see it at our slow end of things -- where we're thinking, looking, reacting in the time frame between seconds and milliseconds, but when you get down to the billionth, trillionth or quadrillionth of a second range, the nano, pico or femto second -- at that level things are not really things at all.

That's bunkum. Things don't stop being things just because you've upped the magnification and sliced time into smaller pieces.

Perfectly rational response -- yet as you approach the event horizon of zero time -- as you reach the actual speed or frequency at which things pulse on and off, in and out of the quantum vacuum, that's where they stop being recognizably separate, discrete things, and become one single thingness, which constantly keeps itself balanced as any conscious being must.

Conscious? Why on Earth do you call this hypothetical one-single-thingness a conscious being? Are you out of your mind?

Well yes, I suppose I am. The 3D mind simply cannot go that far, can it? But in my attempt to describe what I experience when I take a peek...

But you just said the 3D mind can't go there, so how on Earth could you take a peek?

It appears that consciousness is scalar -- that every level or scale or magnitude corresponds with every other -- so we're actually able to scale up or scale down ad infinitum, somehow or other. Think of it as the octave. I may not be able to sing or hear beyond a certain range -- but I can go into some kind of harmonic resonance with other octaves beyond my sensory capabilities, as above so below, and they will reveal themselves or manifest through me at my particular level. It's something like that, isn't it?

I have no idea.

The main thing is not to take my word for it, but to be open to the possibility that the vastness of space is not necessarily out there -- geographically speaking. It's just as likely to be in the nano, pico or femto moment of time, where the laws of physics are quite different, where everything we take for granted is more or less the reverse of what's on the other side of the time curve, as you approach the timelessness of conscious-ness. So, it seems highly likely that what we call teleportation is in fact how things move at the pico or femto level.

You seem to assume I'm familiar with these ridiculously sounding terms Merry.

My apologies Zie. Nano is 10^-9, pico is 10^-12 and femto is 10^-15.

But why does it have to be teleportation? Why do you need to introduce psychic powers to something perfectly rational. What's wrong with a good old fashioned shove? And why do you need to go down to such ridiculously small fractions of time?

Why do scientists need to search for ever smaller particles at CERN? Why not just look at regular atoms and molecules? They imagine the answer is hidden around the next corner in a greater degree of magnification. In my case it's different: I already know the answer, but I'm trying to find a way to give the rational mind something to chew on so it doesn't feel completely redundant. In this instance it's a case of trying to explain how anything can ever move if things are all inter-woven, inter-connected and entangled. You see, when you look at yourself at the atomic scale it becomes a mystery how you're able to move your arm at all -- how you succeed in persuading many trillions of atoms to move together. We take it for granted -- but these atoms are a vast galactic field when viewed under the right magnification. It looks like there needs to be some mind-field of conscious-ness guiding or directing the process, i.e. telekinesis, or else we can stop assuming that things actually move at all, rather that the entire universe morphs and evolves through us countless times per second.

Actually, I think it's called muscle contraction to give a more mundane explanation. Your muscle contracts -- the arm moves and every atom shifts accordingly.

Yes, at the macro body level. But down at the subatomic level of matter, or subnano timeframe, things are different -- we have everything backwards in our mind. We assume things matter in themselves, overlooking completely the timewave, ignoring the critical speed of conscious-ness at which all matter becomes pure thought, all things self-aware -- so evidently they're not subject to Newton's laws at the nano timescale; evidently matter is not simply matter.

But why? Whyever not?

A bit like the way a pond skater can walk on water, a fly can walk up a wall -- different forces predominate -- different forces and different ways of perceiving and organising the thingness of thing.

The what?

The thingness of thing. Whatever it is that makes things seem to be things -- that makes them appear to stand out and be separate and interactable with one another. You see, at our level we're far, far removed from the pulse speed of conscious-ness -- the rate at which zero and one flips all matter between two polar extremes, creating the apparently physical nature of things. As you come closer to this background zero-one pulse, matter more and more appears to be and indeed is a wave form. We can actually access that wave form if we tune in, and we do so all the time to a greater or lesser extent without even realising it.

We do?

Yes, which is why some people can move so beautifully on a skateboard or dancing, or can move things in a way that beggars belief juggling or making trick shots -- because they're not actually throwing an object from a to b -- they're actually tuning into the underlying wave form which generates the possibility for any thing to be moved anywhere. They're coming as close as is possible to telekinesis or teleportation within the 3D paradigm.

Oh God. You do love your tele-stuff, don't you?

Absolutely -- it's weird science -- the kind of science you observe when looking at very small creatures at the micro or nanoscopic level -- the micro or nanoscopic time frame.

So telekinesis is impossible at our level because it would put things out of balance.

Yes no. It's impossible as long as I stop working the 3D mono-mind frame model.

Mono-mind frame?

Yep -- where the frame is fixed -- there's only one -- and you can only push through if you use material force, pressure, effort -- like propulsion.

Well, that's describing reality isn't it Merry. It's called work isn't it -- and you seem to want something for nothing. Welcome to the real world.

Yes, but there's another model which is closer to reality -- which is closely aligned to the underlying conscious thing-ness of being.

Well?

That model requires you to use both sides of your conscious-ness -- your on and off side -- your one and your zero side -- your hold and release side. Once you start using both sides things can and do start moving effortlessly -- without tipping, tilting, upsetting the balance.

Oh.

It requires a certain amount of awareness-ness building.

Awareness-ness?

You have to become more aware of your degree of awareness, or consciously aware. That can only happen if you're one step removed from what you're observing -- if you know or accept that you're not really seeing what's going on -- you're only seeing half or a fraction of half -- ad infinitum.

Uh.

So as you start to become aware of how you are constantly interacting with the field of all that is -- the one thing, the one-ness, the one if you like -- of which you're a part -- observing in a detached way -- detached because you've switched your point of attachment from the things around you to the breath itself -- which is constantly 0 1ing, in out-ing, on off-ing -- only then can you start to see what's really happening around you.

Er.

Yes, so sooner or later you start seeing, sensing, feeling another layer, another representation of reality. You can still see the old one at choice, but you're not stuck in it -- bound by it. You can now relate to either side, use either side for doing stuff. You can now start moving things, including yourself, as a wave function rather than an object or particle which requires external intervention. All movement, all action can and does come from within, when the quantum level is activated.

Ug.

It's really that simple -- you begin to realise that you were walking lock step with 3D reality because your attention was strapped to it -- spellbound -- glued. You couldn't unglue your attention by wanting to. You had to shift it into something else -- into an appropriate to your scale manifestation of waveflow, of the quantum flux, the pulse, the field -- which we just happen to call the breath -- which we just happen to assume is something that we "do" -- little suspecting that it's far, far bigger than what I could possibly do -- that it involves the whole universe, the whole of reality, that it's part of the balancing, shifting balance wave that holds everyone and everything in alignment -- that reality or the oneness actually breathes through you just as much as you yourself breathe within it.

O

That the breath can and does reconnect, reatune us into one -- it is   i am   in which "i" in fact "is". Note, of course, that this is the small i as opposed to the egoic, corporate I that you present yourself as within 3D.

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So, really there's nothing to it. Let the breath be the bow passing back and forth across the violin strings of perception -- informing your awareness of reality with vibrational realtime data -- a stream of 1s and 0s, or possibly even parallel streams if the breath is, in fact, a series of parallel hairs as the violin bow is.

O

Once you're able to feel with the breath the minor pull, the minor fluctuations, the nanoshift in the one field of all that is -- whenever you try to move something or yourself -- then you can ride those sensations -- you can follow them back into zero -- deep within conscious-ness and back out again -- into conscious aware-ness on the other side -- wherever you now be. You're no longer working with things -- because things only mattered when you were far removed from the 0=1ness. You're instead allowing your perception of things to flow within -- to realign how you perceive reality and that, believe it or not, happens only when you merge with the one single thingness -- when you perceive a different way of arranging yourself in the greater order of things -- and as long as you're not pushing or pulling, but allowing the oneness to draw forth an ever sweeter union, an ever greater harmony of is, then things will always, always accommodate whatever it is you seek or need. To the 3D being this would involve passing through a mental or physical wall, but to the flow master of breath, it involves a yielding, a releasing and reaccepting of something wholly unexpected, wholly original, shocking and yet delightful which redefines in an instant all that is.

groundhogging g

What about eternity?

I thought you'd never ask.

Oh -- you don't have a very high opinion of me, do you Merry?

You're doing swell, Zie.

"Swell?"

Come on Zie -- words are words, things are things, and let's breathe the balance.

Er... what balance are you referring to?

You know Zie... if words are but words, things are but things, the balance is in not or nought -- which you can exclude and suppress if you dumb your breath -- intentionally or unintentionally, but if you breathe the balance -- nought or not switches into something conscious -- becoming gnought or gnot.

Er...

Great nought, good nought, gnomic nought, gay nought, gleeful nought, glad nought...

Ok -- I think I've got the message.

Yes?

Definitely. You seem to think breath is enough to turn nothing into something big enough to completely shift things materially -- so somehow of other the breath is able to g-nought, to reintroduce in-finity to the equation, or pehaps you're suggesting that eternity can be accessed too when the breath is factored in?

Yes, I'm impressed. You seem to have it Zie.

Except I don't believe a word you're saying.

Excellent -- the last thing I want is for you to believe me.

You what?

I don't want you to treat this as a religion. I want you to test it -- to see how it works.

Er...

That's the only way you can g-nought or g-not.

But why would I want to? I'm happy the way things are right now.

Yes, so you say, and yet you keep on knocking at the gates of g-nome portal, day after day, as if you've g-nothing better to do.

Knocking at the gates -- whatever gave you that idea -- I just happen to enjoy meeting you and chatting about things...

While walking your dog.

Yes.

Which you've never bothered to mention until now.

No -- I...

Because it's been a mental construct -- one of those gap fillers -- something you've either told yourself or half-assumed, half-postulated, half-imagined...

Look -- I don't like the way this conversation's leading. I'm sure I have a dog and it's somewhere around about -- I just can't quite remember what or where at this precise moment. I'm probably suffering from temporal amnesia at this particular moment of eternity.

Yes, that's a pretty safe way of summing it up, and shoring up the crumbling dyke of either your sanity or your 3D model.

Look, I'm feeling a bit flustered right now Merry, and I don't appreciate these personal attacks. Can we change the subject or

Describe the forest.

What forest?

Where you walk the dog you're not willing to discuss.

Er... trees, I guess.

You don't know, do you?

What are you getting at Merry -- why all this aggression and animosity all of a sudden? Why the intense attack on my limited awareness? It's not like it's anything new. You've never made a big issue of it before.

Or perhaps it's a field. Are we walking in a field? Are there buttercups, daisies, marigolds, a river perhaps...?

Enough. Stop doing this to me. You know it's not fair to try to undermine my belief in...

What?

I was about to say, but now, as always, you just broke my train of thought. You're always interrupting me Merry. You have no respect for my

Sanity?

There you go again. Interrupting. You need to let people say what they need to say, without butting in.

Sorry Zie. Apparently you believe in something which only becomes problematic when I start asking you specific, detailed questions regarding where you are right now, while discussing things with me.

Well obviously we're in a field, or a forest if I'm walking my dog.

Obviously. What are you wearing?

There you go again. This is too much. I've really had it with you today Merry. I can't understand what's come over you. I've always noted your eccentricities, but direct attacks of a personal nature -- that's not like you at all.

So it's difficult to describe what you're wearing -- isn't it?

Ok, I've got to go.

Ok -- don't forget to call your dog.

?

What's its name, by the way?

I...

You?

I... Fido.

Fido -- as in faith? Appropriate.

Er... well, see you then.

1  2  3  Hi Zie, how are you getting on?

Oh hi Merry -- what are you up to?

Oh, just messing around. You?

I was walking the dog.

Fido?

F...? Fido -- oh yes, Fido.

By the way, what breed is it?

I...

So we're at the breath inflexion point Zie. Either you can Groundhog day this again and again -- which will be a little tiring and confusing for our readers, or you can shift from nought to g-nought, from not to gnot, and...

Things will suddenly balance beautifully.

Wow! You got it.

Actually it's a Pekingese?

Is it really? I never knew you were the Pekingese type.

Oh... I'm

Not to worry -- it's all in the breath, is it gnot?

Yes, I suppose it is -- if it wasn't so tiresome having to go back down, to slow back down, to pull back into the breath -- I'd much rather

race ahead with mind unleashed. Yes -- who wouldn't. But that way you're never quite going to figure out who or what you are_ it is_ i am... it's all going to be ungrounded conjecture. A kind of reality that eventually turns out to be more of a dream, more of a derivative, than something of substance.

But I thought you said things of substance don't really exist?

I suppose I did -- but that would have been within our discussion about eternity -- and how it, like in-finity, inevitably folds back on itself

Oh

resulting in a kind of loop, a kind of figure of 8, a kind of not what you think it is -- which utterly bewilders the mind, if the mind tries to think about it -- which is precisely why the mind never does, never will, never can.

But...

Yes?

Surely the mind can think about anything.

Surely it can -- but eternity, like in-finity -- is precisely not anything.

?

Is precisely what the mind cannot, is utterly unable to think about without short circuiting its central thought processor.

Oh. That sounds a bit weird. I'd never imagined the mind was like a computer that could be short-circuited.

It isn't -- unless you happen to check into the mind of matter -- a kind of website or theme park for idle minds.

And what happens there?

There? Nothing whatsoever. It's what you might call a hologram. The mind runs an endless series of permutations, iterations, combinations...

I think I've got the message. Like a Mandelbrot set.

Precisely.

To what end?

Curiosity perhaps.

Perhaps? You're not sure?

Or perhaps to avoid facing reality.

Reality -- I'm not sure about reality -- if you say this is a hologram, then perhaps reality is a hologram too.

Perhaps, but I doubt it.

You do?

Yes. I rather suspect reality is in fact real -- and directly accessible just as soon as you balance things or words or ideas -- whatever is appealing for

Um... Merry -- hello? You seem to have broken up -- hello, Merry -- you seem to have lost signal...

_whatever is appealing for

Oh God -- this is turning into something

_whatever is appealing for

breathe -- just breathe -- be the balance -- that's what he said -- er...

_whatever is appealing for

0=1  it is    i am

Ah... that's it Zie -- thanks for putting me right.

God Merry -- you had me worried there. I thought I was going insane -- or you were.

Yes, that's only natural. Oh wow -- what's that?

?! What do you mean Merry! You know Zac.

Of course I do... how foolish of me. Er... who's Zac.

Merry, dude, stop messing around. You know exactly who Zac is. I'm always coming here with Zac.

So you are.

You were afraid, don't you remember -- because he looks kinda scary.

He certainly does.

But not all pit bull terriers are aggressive.

No

Zac would never hurt anyone -- unless they were trying to attack me, or you.

Oh he's so cute, isn't he.

Dude, stop being weird. You've seen Zac a thousand times.

Fantastic Zie... we're closing a loop -- could you breathe my weirdness please.

Sure, why not. Er... 0=1 it is    i am Merry weirdness   um   tee hee   er   mmm

Fantastic Zie... you're flying beautifully today.

I love this place Merry.

You do?

You know I do. I've said it a thousand times.

You have?

Quit messing around dude. I've zeroed that one.

Oh  k, what exactly do you love about it, if you don't mind me asking?

I'm going to breathe your dumbness for a moment  0=1  it is   i am   in-finite dumbness  smilingly wyrd   ah    oh    um

How's it going Zie.

Yep. I think we've just about closed the loop Merry. Is there anything else you think I should breathe?

No -- I think you've covered it beautifully. Tell me.

Sure. This is my story. I tell it because otherwise it'll never be complete, never be fully real.

Ok

I'm telling as it is -- without inventing anything -- because everything flows seamlessly from the isness of be...

So there's a kind of story at the very heart of reality?

Yes, precisely -- but it's so potent, so perfect, so p -- it beggars belief.

So p?

Breathe it Merry -- you'll see what it means.

Ok

Here in g-nome portal we are at the centre of time and space -- at anytime and anyplace whatsoever. Here at g-nome we can experience any time or place whatsoever -- but we'll never quite figure out what it's all about unless we allow ourself to balance things -- to be the balance -- to hold the balance -- to

silence is golden

Indeed -- so at this level of conscious awareness -- the conscious-ness and aware-ness meet -- seamlessly... perfectly... utterly

and the universe comes alive

and the universe comes alive -- dancing throughout

dancing throughout -- through everything and anything

through every thing and any thing

through every word or thought

or idea

even through nought

which is in fact

gnought

gnot

gnown

gnome

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y

y  z

y  z

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the white rabbit

Er Merry, do you have to stand on your head in the middle of the road?

Oh hi Zie. How you doing?

You'll get run over. I'm seriously worried about you.

Yes, but watch what happens. I think there's  a car coming.

Oh my God. Quick Merry. Get over here. Oh God, this is insane...

Watch. Be still.
Something arrests Zie's frantic urge to go drag his friend to safety. Instead he simply observes, calmly, apparently knowing everything's under control. 

The car is driving straight towards Merry. It looks like the driver hasn't spotted him. It's beyond Zie how the man behind the wheel of that 4 by 4 could fail to see brightly coloured legs sticking up into the air in the centre of the road. 

Did you see?

Er,  kind of, I guess so.

Well?

How did you do it?

Ah, you think I passed straight through a car, dear Zie? You attribute supernatural powers to me!

Well that's what I saw.

At one level, yes, but if we go deeper into your conscious awareness you'll find a different version of events. Shall we?

Er, yes, why not.

Let's take a few breaths, deep breaths, one, two, three... now kindly fall backwards.

?!

Trust me, let your mind go blank, release or scrutinise, i.e. observe with curiosity any fear you experience and that will do the trick.

But I'll hurt myself.

You'd imagine so, wouldn't you, in the same way you'd imagine I'd be injured by the car that apparently drove through me. Let's suspend our disbelief for a moment or two. Let's treat this as an experiment, or as a kind of meditation.

As an exercise in constructive lunacy.

What an excellent expression. Yes, indeed. Let's do just that, treating it as an exercise in constructive lunacy. On the count of three...

I was joking Merry.

No matter. The moment awaits: one... two...  three...

To Zie's amazement he finds himself falling backwards, having assumed he'd never for the life of him be so dumb, and falling backwards he experiences a curious sensation in the back of his head and his neck, like he's moving in a physically real,  but unfamiliar direction... a sensation that stimulates him to push on further, like the children in the Narnia tales who find the back of the wardrobe is missing, who feel an impulse to go further and see what lies at the back of, or behind the wardrobe. 

Zie doesn't make it down to the ground, he's too busy exploring the z axis, a plain that seems to extend in a curling cone from "behind" his neck or somehow wedged between the two hemispheres of his brain. Sorry for the apparent confusion: these things are supposed to be either/or, are they not, but in this case Zie's sensory perception seems to be divided, running two models simultaneously. 

Where am I, Merry?

Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you'd got to.

I'm not sure if or what...

Yes, that's as should be. It's a neat little corner of your conscious awareness that you've managed to ignore or overlook most of your life.

I feel big and small.

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

You mean... Alice?

Lewis Carol of course was describing it. "Falling down the rabbit hole" is the entry point.

So what about...

Ah, there you are!

A white rabbit rushes up to Merry, apparently terribly late and stricken with remorse. 

It's ok, rabbity dear, these things happen. We even have a name for it: temporal displacement, describing the way the two sides fit or knit together with a sense of stretching or compression of time and space. That's why Zie is phase shifting between hyper elongation and compression. In a moment he'll click, both sides will equalise and he'll be ready to proceed through yonder door.

Oh, and I always assumed it was my fault for those dreadful sizal convulsions.

Well, if you can stay calm dear rabbit it will definitely ease the transitional process for Zie, and remember that yonder door only ever opens at the right moment.

Yes, I know all that in theory, but the queen, she'll be furious you know.

Yes, she's bound to be, but her fury is a powerful force in our story, is it not, like the Dies Irae in Mozart's Requiem.

Oh, but I do so wish to please her, to avoid these perturbations.

Yes, don't we all, but remember when you were Zie watching me standing on my head in the middle of the road.

Do I have to? I'd rather just be rabbity.

As indeed you are, but you want to please the queen and fix the time displacement anomaly, don't you?

Yes,  of course I do.

Then run with the hares for a moment and see what you see...

The white rabbit, deep in uffish thought, sees himself seeing Merry standing upside down on a road, feels Zie's anxiety as the car approaches, wants to leap into the road to prevent calamity, yet suddenly bursts into body shaking chortling, is all but split asunder by the huge release of Jabberwocky tension, the enormous static build up of charge where the competing narratives, the competing versions of reality don't quite fit, don't quite mesh, fail to intercognate, and rub together vorpally, driving the frumious Bandersnatch shaft-belt of crackling passions and fears, separating the two tales in opposing bands of perception and cognitive dissonance. 

White Rabbit wipes the tears from his eyes as he sees the Mad Hatter apparently standing on his head as a car mystifyingly drives straight through, but now that he's experiencing the frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! now that the Jabberwock is dead, everything falls neatly into place: Zie finds himself standing alongside a door that a moment ago was too small to pass through or too big. Everything floods back into place: the Mad Hatter's time frozen tea party, the grinning Cheshire cat and of course White Rabbit leading the way. Suddenly Zie observes Merry standing contrarywise, at the very storygates of perception, where the three axes of mind, matter and myth meet. 

Ah, there you are! Merry exclaims, in what can only be described as deja vu-fully, except this time Merry is a pipe-smoking caterpillar sitting atop an enormous mushroom. 

Actually, it isn't necessarily enormous, the caterpillar explains, appearances can be deceptive. But now that you're here, why don't you...

Another perturbation in the field of perception and cognition and Zie suddenly remembers how he fell backwards in order to see how Merry was able to apparently dematerialise...

You mean these stories are actually real?

Well yes, of course they're real, otherwise no one would bother to read 'em or watch 'em.

Oh! I always imagined...

Yes, that, along with four and twenty blackbirds was baked into the pie from the outset.

But why?

Along with your why's, where's, what, when and how's, all cunningly masquerading as innocent questions designed to attain answers, but in fact serving to do the very opposite, to feed the Jabberwock of temporal dislocation, perceptual division and cognitive dissonance. So now, if you're ready, isn't it about time you brought the fractals back together?

But there are two many, I couldn't possibly...

True, but I know someone who can.

You do?

Naturally.

Who?

Whoever.

What do you mean, Merry?

Whoever's holding the other end of zed or zee.

You mean that ticklish sensation I felt behind my neck, between my head.

I mean whoever's reading this, you know who you are, you know exactly what this means and how it works... There, Zie, we're good to go, the silent reader has felt the gentle ticklish tulgey urgings, the promptings of zed equals zee...

Zero equals one...

One... two...  three...  This time as they fall backwards they feel the z axis extending back/ inwards neurally to first one reader's mind, then another, another, an other... until the whole human network of mind is now integrated, actively holding the field.

You see! Once you've discharged the Jabberwock nothing can stand in the way of  complete reunity.

Oh my! Oh... wow! It feels wonderful to be reconnected.

The irony being it was only ever a back flip away.

You're kidding. Insane.

Apparently not. No more insane than imagining matter, those material forms we defer to so obsequiously, could possibly cause us harm.

But they do, don't they? People die when struck by bullets, trains...

Cars, ballons...

No Merry, not ballons!

You see, you too accept limitations of matter, but no, to address your perfectly reasonable yet utterly false assumption, they don't.

They don't what?

-- die when struck by material objects. You're never actually struck by matter, because each and every object is encased in its own particularity, or peculiarity of spacey-timeness. The axes appear to cross two dimensionally, it looks like they make contact, but they never in factually meet. Only when you allow rational assumptions to get the better of you, mistaking perception for reality, is the 3D bridge complete... only then is matter weaponised.

Oh

Indeed.

Then what in fact causes physical damage, if not matter colliding?

Haven't you guessed?

Er...  I could try falling backwards again.

Or you could pause a moment uffishly, in thought.

Oh!... You mean "the claws that catch and jaws that bite", that Jabberwock is what makes things matter, that deals the fatal blow? But how, I wonder.

How indeed is matter weaponised, if not by fear.

Fear of what?

Of falling; of failing; of losing the plot totally.

Nothing more?

What more can there be? Things are only ever as real as the fear underpinning them: fear of nothing being what it seems, and fear of having to finally confront Jabberwock, our deeeply disturbing yet in no way malevolent temporal dislocation. Fear, only fear, is what makes things matter, keeps us as minions in a tale full of sound and fury...  signifying nothing.

But people can't just step in front of a train, that would be suicide.

No, but they can choose to know themselves, to face their fear no matter what. That way is guaranteed to bring things to a head, to reveal the z axis concealed behind/ within. Then it's time to go hunting Jabberwock... to reconnect to story by shorting the circuit as you just did. It's time to story Zie... What's it going to be -- a car, a train, a...

No Merry, I need to find Alice first. She's waiting for me, I think I know where.

For a moment it looks almost as though Merry is disappointed, jealous... but in a flash he starts dancing with barely controllable excitement -- oh frabjous day! Calloo! Callay! He chortles in his joy, beetling buzzily, as Zie allows the neural network of human mind to brush aside every objection of spacey-timeness hitherto interposed between himself and Alice, his storified heroine, as he powers up to befly back into the zed cone's twin vortices of neither here nor there-ness

one...  two...  three...

Credits to

In-fin-ity

clickety click

There was nothing to say really.

I don't get it.

Well in-finity is so vast -- one tiny step and you're already in an entirely different frame of consciousness.

Fantastic -- that's like going and visiting another country for the first time.

Yes, kind of, only here the difficulty is that you happen to be the thing.

Er... what do you mean?

Well, when you go abroad you need to take money with you, in some shape or form -- converting your dollars into Euros or vice versa.

Sure.

Stepping into a different frame of consciousness also requires a conversion as you have to shift your IP address.

Er...

Internet Protocol address -- each device has it's own, unique address, and people are no different.

You mean we're devices?

As person -- yes, but as human being -- no.

You can't have both, Merry.

Oh yes I can -- in the same way you can act as a private individual, government official, company executive officer and trustee of a charity -- without having to move anywhere, change your clothes or name, if you happen to be a busy man or woman, employed in various capacities.

Oh.

So, you have your personhood -- a physical body which is a kind of quantum bio computer if you like...

Not really -- I'd much rather think of myself as just a human being.

And you also have the conscious I am which is being human -- but is in fact simply a being.

Oh. But I don't see why you have to separate the two.

True -- it didn't seem necessary until recently, but now that we've entered the quantum age, and things like telekinesis, teleportation and telepathy are no longer distant pipe dreams, we have to distinguish the being itself -- which is akin to the wave form, and the person and its main attribute, the body, which is akin to the particle in physics.

Oh.

So there you are -- particle and wave -- capable of existing in various capacities, various configurations, depending on your willingness to entertain and allow a little leeway, a little flexibility in your conscious awareness.

Er.

Because if you insist on remaining wedded rigidly to 3D physicality, 3D materiality then you can't shift frames, you can't go abroad. If you insist that you are primarily your person, your person's mind and person body, then for better or for worse you ain't going anywhere.

But if I'm ready to shift frames of consciousness, as you put it?

Then you need to start establishing your hyperdimensional awareness. You need to establish a conscious presence in hyperspace.

I do? Why?

Because what's happening at the moment is that you're constantly slipping out of 3D into other states of awareness, but you have no exchange mechanism, no means of translating your experiences or achievements there into something meaningful here. You might have a stack of currency you've earned over there -- but without an exchange mechanism it remains there, and you have neither memory of it nor access to it when you come back to 3D. The same goes for all your experiences over there. In order for them to become useful here you need to be able to correlate the two, exchange or translate one into t'other.

Oh. But how?

Well not at the level of person -- that's for sure.

Why not?

Because your personhood is IP specific. So if you're shifting frames of consciousness into another reality, you'll have a mirror person there on that side.

So I don't actually physically go there?

Go where? All time and space is a function of consciousness, bearing in mind that zero equals one.

So it's all here?

Of course.

Then why can't I access it directly -- via this person?

You can access it directly via your conscious awareness, hyperspatially. What could be more direct than that?

But I don't really know my conscious awareness. I'm much more familiar with my 3D mind, body person.

You know this reminds me of an excerpt from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

It does?

Yes, the Vogon Captain says: What do you mean you've never been to Alpha Centauri? Oh for heaven sake mankind it's only four light years away you know! I'm sorry but if you can't be bothered to take an interest in local affairs that's your own regard. Energise the demolition beams! God I don't know…apathetic bloody planet, I've no sympathy at all… prior to blowing up the Earth. Your 3D mind-body person is a specific planetary integration vehicle, so it works perfectly for Earth. As soon as you want to shift into another frame, or even just teleport to another place on Earth or in the universe, you're not going to get very far walking in lockstep with the local person.

Why not?

Why do you think? Do you really imagine that the local expression of mind, body person here in 3D is able to envision another, alternative expression while it's giving all its attention to maintaining your vessel, your person vehicle here in 3D?

Er.

You, the being, are the one who can see beyond. You're the one who can tune into deepest consciousness, who can send out quantum probes to the far side of reality and track down a mirror site, a mirror confluence of space and time where you can reemerge from in-finity, as if you’ve just travelled ten million miles.

You mean to say that this doesn't actually involve travel at all?

Of course it involves travel. You physically relocate your attention from one IP address to another -- form one expression of in-finity to another, from one expression or frame of personhood to another. If that isn't travel then what is?

But the physical body? Does it physically move?

And how far do you propose it should physically move if both IP addresses are located in cyberspace so to speak, or in the electromagnetics of consciousness?

Well that's just it Merry -- I don't see it that way. I don't see things as derivatives of consciousness. I see things as things -- miles as miles, metres as metres, days as days, hours as hours.

Wonderful. Anything else you'd like to tell me? Perhaps you see dogs as dogs and bananas as...

Look, at least I'm not living in fantasy land.

Ah, that's what you're getting at. Zie, how can I put this -- it looks like fantasy land until you've established infinity drive.

Pardon?

You remember I mentioned the need to be able to exchange experiences, memories, things of value you experience in other frames of consciousness with your 3D person here.

Yes.

Either you can try to learn individual languages and set up bilateral relations with each and every reference frame/ planet/ reality, or you can establish your very own infinity drive. That is a kind of hyerdimensional interface protocol.

Interface protocol? I'm...

Oh, think of it as a flying saucer if you like, with some very nifty technology on board, that enables you to stabilise your mind as you shift IP addresses, and retain most or all of what you've experienced elsewhere.

Ok -- but is it actually a machine or just a protocol?

Good question. For you at the moment it's the mother of all machines, seemingly capable of practically anything whatsoever... but in actual fact it's a lot simpler -- it's really just an attribute of the conscious-ness -- a kind of program that facilitates hyperdimensionality in any shape or form.

Oh, that makes sense... but why then did you say it’s a kind of UFO if it's really just a protocol.

That's how your mind, body person might see it at the 3D level, but as you advance, as you get to know it better, you'll start opening up new aware-ness which will, little by little, transform how you see it.

Oh.

In any case, it's a pretty nifty device which cuts through most the interminable garbage designed to keep you locked in one particular frame of reference -- such as this 3D mind, body personhood.

Oh... but I don't see what you've got against...

Nothing whatsoever. This is not about hating, belittling or being against, quite the contrary -- it's about embracing the conscious aware-ness, without which you'll never realise just how wonderful and extraordinary this life/ world/ reality actually is.

Oh.

So aren't you interested to know how to activate your in-finity drive?

Er...

Let me just give you one little clue.

Er... I

There's nothing to it.

?

Nothing whatsoever... That's the key, you see -- the mind, body person has everything under control and ensures your 3D reality is absolutely consistent, homogeneous and uninterrupted, which is why no thing you do, nothing, will ever help you breach its defences.

You make it sound like being in prison.

Which is precisely what is it... a prison of your own making, which you willingly entered, like hotel California -- you can check in any time you like but you can never leave.

Spooky.

But the 3D mind cannot defend itself against in-finity, because in-finity, by definition, is no thing, is any thing or every thing. It involves activating the z axis.

?

Well you have the x axis representing time, if you like, and the y axis representing space -- but please don't try to be too literal about this -- then there's one more axis which is forever ignored, forever overlooked.

The z axis.

Yep.

Which does what?

Nothing whatsoever.

Er... wow! Is that what I'm supposed to say? You’ve just overwhelmed me Merry with nothing.

Ha ha, nothing like a little sarcasm to whet the knife of woeful wit.

Well, now that you've told me to do nothing whatsoever I think I'll be going.

Ok. Good luck.

Er... thanks.

Zie walks off but finds himself back where he started half a moment ago. Merry looks all innocence, like he doesn't know what's going on.

Without saying a word Zie walks off again -- more determinedly, and the same happens. Without knowing how or what just happened, he's back at the same spot he just left.

The third time this happens Zie begins to realise this is not just some minor glitch.

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten... Merry continues to look incredibly innocent. He's just kind of sitting there, meditating if you like.

Not surprisingly Zie's getting a bit er... frustrated, annoyed, confused -- he's also quietly amused, fascinated, appalled and delighted elsewhere in his conscious aware-ness, but these are less obvious feelings. The f a c feelings are front of stage, so you might reasonably expect Zie to reach breaking point before too long -- either to throw a tantrum or to sink into self-pitying mode -- this ain't fair, why is it happening to me? But surprisingly, none of the above transpires. Just as Zie's about to lose it, just as he's about to freak out big time and launch a tirade against Merry for interfering with his space time continuum -- something, somewhere inside; something, somewhere, unmistakably there -- but not in any place Zie could possibly imagine is in any way part of his 3D-ness, clicks.

Congratulations Zie... You've clicked.

Astonishingly, although Zie has no idea what this means, he knows without a doubt that it's true: he clicked.

Again, the million dollar dilemma. Whether to start asking questions, playing ignorant, demanding an answer, revealing a barely concealed sense of self-pity -- of the "why is this happening to me, this ain't fair, I can't be bothered with this weird shit" variety, or an other -- a first step on the z axis -- a first step towards establishing in-finity as a meaningful, valid, vital part of the conscious aware-ness life experience? which is it going to be? which path does Zie choose?

You know Merry, I never imagined that a click was all it takes.

[smileful pause]

I never imagined that something as minimalistic as a click could totally, utterly change the context of my existence.

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One click – and, you know what Merry -- something tells me that that click was in fact no thing whatsoever.

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A no thing so intense, or so pure, or so plain that it couldn't be denied.

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My mind, body person experienced it as an infinitesimal click, even though in fact it was no thing whatsoever, because 3D reality has no other way of translating nothing into form.

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And something tells me this is going to be the first of many clicks.

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That each click will be identically, identifiably no thing.

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That each click will take me deeper, further, into the void

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the vastness

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the in-finity that is conscious awareness

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that simply is   [                       ]

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that is   [                       ]

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So I guess I want to thank you, dear Merry, for being my sponsor, so to speak

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for introducing me to what I can only assume is going to be in-finity drive

Ah

I still can't believe it -- something so minute, so insubstantial, so incredibly faint, and yet so

Immense

Yes

Welcome back Zie

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It's been a journey has it not, but now you've found your z axis

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You’re ready to zee as never before, and without further ado, may I humbly present to you...

Zie and Merry both click into [                       ]
and the entire 3D plain of existence folds itself into a hyperpoint of pregnant zee/zed/ sometimes transliterated cy, as in pregnant-cy.

I'd love to tell you what they're doing on the other side of in-finity, but there's really no point.
[What do you mean you've never been to Alpha Centauri? Oh for heaven sake mankind it's only four light years away you know! I'm sorry but if you can't be bothered to take an interest in local affairs that's your own regard. Energise the demolition beams! God I don't know…apathetic bloody planet, I've no sympathy at all...]

You're welcome to join them, and the good news is you're only one single click away from full on, incipient, irreversibly self-propagating conscious aware-ness, if and when you're ready to engage in-finity's mindless thingless-ness. In the meantime, let us observe the two beetles flying through a beautiful pristine forest on a planet that never existed a moment before, but which now has a million years of history or more, thanks to a few clicks as the beetles jump frames, investigating how things have an astonishing, apparently limitless capacity to mould themselves into any narrative whatsoever, just as soon as we're willing to give them the chance, just as long as we're willing to zed or zee triaxially. 

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