minding the gap

We’re taking it one stage further.

Yeah? How do you mean?

It’s time to grasp the bull of matter by the horns.

The bull of matter?! What a strange way to describe it.

Strange, but close to being accurate. Most the time we are dragged along by matter, having very little say over the things it presents to us. It’s a force both within us and all around, so we automatically assume it’s a given, a universal constant such as gravity or light that we can barely affect. To affect it we’d have to be able to extricate ourself from those very things we are among and a part of, including our body, our organs, our limbs, not to mention our thoughts. But how? We are like fish swimming in the ocean trying to figure out how to get out of the totality that is water. It can hardly be done. We ourselves are of the water, but then, unexpectedly, a fish races up to the nought overhead, the waterless vacuum, the void, and hurls himself into it, though it be nought. The moment he does it, the moment he flies into space, we completely forget he exists, out of sight, out of mind, he is nought in the timelessness of absentia, for our consciousness, our awareness, our collective experience is carried in the water, by the water, is the water – they be inextricable until, that is, one of us absconds, and quits the sphere of everything that we know, that we be, our thingness of all that the water makes possible, all that the water sustains as a bio-operating system, a consciousness platform.

But...

You see, we weren’t even aware of this, we still aren’t, not within our normal awareness, but the moment our leaping friend plops down into the water he exists again, and there’s a tiny disturbance in our space-time field as his time and experiences re-sync with ours – there’s a tiny anomaly, barely detectable, a murmur of “what’s up... what was that?” which indicates that our...

What?

None can fathom. None can say, but it is noticed... it is observed, and little by little we start to investigate the anomaly, the strangeness, the little disruption... we all become leapers and gulpers – our paradigm undergoes a quantum shift – we start incorporating nought into the equation – we are now

What?

Not what i can say, but leap and gulp the void, the emptiness above and you will know, you will see the visions that change the nature of things, imperceptibly, subtly but totally.

Vision? What exactly are you talking about?

That depends

On what?

On you, of course.

How do you mean?

Whether you’re ready to go beyond the void of nought

Beyond?

Whether you’re ready to gnow

Ready to gnow?!

Ready to gnought

To gnought?! What on earth are you on about?

I gnow not which is more than enough

You’re making no sense at all.

Correct, making no sense is right at the heart of

Of what? Stop doing that Merry. I demand to know.

What’s the point? There’ll always be something else, something you don’t yet know because your closed system isn’t in fact closed, isn’t even a system though it certainly appears to be

I give up. I tried to make sense of all this but there’s a limit you know.

Naturally, which is precisely what we’re beating around

That would be a bush, not a limit.

Because sooner or later we’re going to notice the gap in things, that minor, seemingly irrelevant gap, that suddenly turns out to be huge, or hugely significant, just as soon as you cast yourself adrift in it, just as soon as you make that leap into the gap which momentarily disconnects you from the human block chain of self-verifying conscious-awareness

The what?

And discover what it rests upon, what it’s a product of

I’m not even going to make an attempt to

The breath-chain

Block chain, breath-chain, you seem to like your chains. Surprising for someone who claims to gnow and not simply know as us mere mortals...

Oh, it’s all there, believe me

What’s all there?

The noughts can be mined, they can be gnown, harnessed, traded, utilised

How?

The breath-chain

How, god dammit

Because we are all of the ether, all one in nought

And what, what, what the hell am I supposed to make of all this?

Make nothing – thing not, think not what, allow, simply allow yourself to access the infinite present within any-which nought, waiting to be discovered, waiting to be tapped, waiting to be mined gnowingly, to be engaged by z shifting

Z shifting, like I know what that’s supposed to be

As opposed to constantly xy time-spacing things – assuming something is missing, something incomplete – which is why, you assume, reality doesn’t live up to your expectations – your inner sense of what it should be

Er

Precisely – a breath-chain er can z shift you back into zero one correlation. It means that nothing new is required. Everything you need is already present, it simply has to be mined

As opposed to “mind” I suppose you’re trying to say?

Precisely, and what could be simpler. You have the i-drive already, don’t you

Er, that’s one of your many unsubstantiated claims, Merry. I personally don’t have a lot of faith in your so called infinity drive. It would be easier to accept if there was some kind of console.

An interface?

Precisely!

There is

Where? I don’t see it.

Zed it, Zie.

Oh bloody marvellous.

Everything you could possibly need is  

What?

Breathe it, Zie – what are you afraid of losing? You have everything to gain. The breath is a data retrieval system, and more. It not only locates within the infinities of nought whatever you are looking for, but then enables you to z shift into a corresponding version of things

To an other reality

Yes, if you like – in which whatever you seek is already realised fully, as soon as you make the appropriate z shift of xy

But how can that be?

No one knows, it is a function of the gnowing breath, in conjunction with the i-drive. Between the two of them there really is nothing they can’t manifest.

Oh

Other than the thing you’ve secretly been committed to, secretly been working to bring forth, to manifest, in your insane quest for matter, for something “certain”, something dependable beyond your self, beyond i am

You mean...

Yes, all along, consciously or unconsciously you’ve been trying to prove the existence of pure matter, matter untouched by life, love or consciousness, you’ve been desperately trying to prove that things actually exist in and of themselves, and you know what

No

You succeeded... but not as intended

How so?

By creating it, by becoming it – by weaving yourselves into a matrix of matter, by utterly subordinating yourselves to things in a system of things, burying your light, you isness in what

Eh?

The dark matter, the dark energy, the black hole, terms so beloved of your scientists, the zombie apocalypse of rational nihilism that cannot but deny the very essence until it consumes itself, or

Or what?

Deep within the matrix, within the womb of that closed, isolated state of being, a seed germinates, new life comes forth, all of a sudden humanity finds itself leaping out of the water and gulping air, embracing the quantum field, discovering new technologies, doing things that disrupt the totality of the 3D state, revealing a whole new way of engaging, of interfacing things

Like what?

Like discovering how anything can be noughted, can be switched off, sent to a friend on the other side of the world, then unzipped, rethinged

How, if only it were true...

Of course it’s true, and even if it weren’t – it is now that I’ve mentioned it, such is the nature of things.

So I can email an apple to someone in Australia

Or on the moon, yes, of course, which is why it’s time to start breathing gnowingly, to access the breath chain, to zed shift into the version of reality where things have already flowed into the configuration you now desire.

But

How? Simply by becoming aware of how you’re already controlling and manipulating things thingfully, simply by allowing your breath to tune to and access the infinite lurking within all matter, all things. Cuckoo la la, it is i am

And that’s it? Nothing more concrete?

Oh there’s this one little thing

Yes?

I release all debts, i close and annul all covenants by the power vested in me, by the 0=1 that i be.

Oh that.

I release the finities, the fairies and elements trapped within things and thing, within mind and matter, and spinning, dancing

Hey, come down Merry, where are you floating off to? Come down! You’ll get yourself

Wanna bet? Come on Zie, the planets await

umty dumty

Um, I've been meaning to say...

Yes? What?

Um, i am line dot field

Line, dot, field? Er... not sure I understand.

No need

No need?

None. You cannot understand what you've never experienced.

No?

No. You can't understand what's outside your frame of reference.

?

You only understand things by bringing them in.

Well what's stopping me?

Ah

Ah?

You see line dot field is 3 to your D.

3 to my D?

Precisely... You can only understand things that fit within the system, not things that do not.

Oh, so 3D is line dot field, you're saying?

Yes, it's equivalent.

So I can't understand it.

Correct, no.

But you do.

No, how can I, unless i have advanced beyond the system.

But how can you advance without understanding what you're doing?

Good question.

Well?

It shouldn't be possible

But it is?

Not

Not?

Not, it is not

It's not possible?

Possible, it is not

Er, I'm having a lost in translation moment.

Yes, i noticed

Well, perhaps you could assist?

No, as in yes, it is possible not

With no full stop? That makes a difference, doesn't it?

Yes, for the full stop indicates you're working within a closed system, a subset of 3D

Oh, it does?

Affirmative, whereas the open end leaves space for nought to interface and interact consciously

Now wait a minute

Yes?

You can't say that nought interacts consciously!

Correct, within 3D i cannot but beyond 3D i can not say things positively as there's a kind of antigravity effect, and things start shifting phase or jumping frames or whatever it takes to keep nought fully engaged

Nought fully engaged? You make it sound as if it's an active player?

Ah, now you're talking, and the question we might of course ask is whether nought is any less than you or me

Well that's a no brainer, isn't it?!

Yes, it is 

Nought is obviously the absence of... 

matter, consciousness too

Now wait a minute, if nought were conscious you'd hardly be able to refer to it as nought, would you?! It would be something, wouldn’t it? 

Not if you were essentially unconscious, a mere golem of consciousness attached to a physical form, in which case you only focus on the what matter aspect of things, rather than consciousness itself

But how can you suggest we're not conscious? 

i can't, but i can suggest we are not yet consciously nought, only consciously this or that

Oh!

indeed, and as such we are not yet embracing the magic, the beauty of line dot field that is i be nought, as opposed to I am period.

line dot field... if only I knew how

if only, or onely, as it used to be written, i knows, regardless of how...

Oh

o will do

Calibrating nought

Yes, I'm ready to play this instrument

willing to engage the field

willing to become aware 

to start to feel the pulse, the flow, 

the quantum stream which constitutes 

the boundary, the edge of anywhat

frame of things, which opens up

the other side of what is what,

the other side... dot dot dot 

other

   other 

           other

a more or less

a calibrated breath

a sense of tuneful ness

of things out of sight

things beyond the edge of what is what

waiting to make themselves known

waiting to pop into sight

waiting to realign the interlocking wheels 

of every degree of matter-thing-reality

if your if has wings 

if you're ready to fly your if 

in the space that mind

your my rational mind

is at pains to deny

is at pains to see not

is at pains to nought, mathematically 

to cancel out as the product of wild fantasy

or irrational-ity

wilfully blind-eying every sign

every indicator of nought's abundancy

when breath is given its due

when I small i-fy

when i... dot dot dot

And breathe/ be/ quant-i-fy

gnowingly

Om 

0=1 it is

     i am

declaration of threely z be known to All from henceforth

Z axis is hereby activated:
allowing events to unfold in a multiplain or sliding-frame environment, disengaging personal attachment to what-is-what, ensuring that things no longer hold sway over infinitities, enabling any me whatsoever to shift or be moved by perceived change, or changes of perception, outside and beyond the xy space-time or time-space duality usually referred to as 3D.

Z axis activation is the event that has been awaited and prophesied for aeons, and marks the culmination of a great journey into the mind matter phase of conscious-awareness, which enabled humanity collectively and each being individually to experience the fallen state of knowing things without knowing intrinsically, or fundamentally. Now that the z axis is once again engaged by me and for all, intrinsic or fundamental knowledge, known as knowingness or gnosis, is freely available and increasing exponentially wires itself back into our conscious-ness, becoming second nature, as indeed it is -- i am  0=1

The violence of artificial, manipulated separation which enabled the experience of utter detachment from the All, untimes itself effortlessly, ensuring a melodic, miraculous, momentous transition back into integration of first and second nature, with the third standing ready to assist as nessessary, nessing or essing threely if.

Om, joy and blessings as things collapse under the weight of their basic, underlying fallacies, as designed, as planned, as is, as long as you choose not to die for it, the maker of things, the lord of matter, whom you may serve if you so desire, if you will it so. Be it known that your choice is free, and in accordance with the game that is threely known and experienced as life.

Om  it is -- i am  0=1

...


signed and sealed by conscious-intent as
Merry Zie and Psi-xy-Zed
hyperdimensionally
and gnomically
by the power vested in me
in accordance with law of life itself
and my authority within the fullness of nought
as lord of the change
Om  so be it
cuckoo la la

if i if

if i ever allow things
to come to a head
stepping back long enough
for them to implode
finally i get to see
where i truly am
and instead of knowing k
substitute g
i gnows
otherly

the numbers' game is up
0=1 reveals
the shadow standing behind
my me
lo       i generates a random stream
of integers
without reference to
the
without alluding to thee

Nessessity

My life is forfeit – that much is certain.

Er... Psi, don’t you think you’re being somewhat melodramatic?

Why? What do you mean?

All this talk about death.

Death?

“My life is forfeit!” Come on dude – give me a break.

Oh that!

Well, what did you think I meant?

I honestly don’t know. I guess we’re coming at this from different angles.

You’re telling me. I’m more of an optimist perhaps. I think life is what you make of it.

Is that so, Travis – and what do you make of it right now?

It’s pretty good actually. I like it.

And what about the fact that you have cancer and you’re going to be dead in a year?

Don’t be stupid Psi – I don’t have cancer – I’m in excellent health.

Perhaps we’ll continue this conversation in three month’s time.

Why?

Time will tell.

Stop trying to sabotage my confidence, Psi. That’s what the voodoo people do – and it’s evil, if you ask me.

I’m certainly not trying to put a curse on you – if that’s what you mean.

Then what? It certainly sounds like it.

I see the way things lie, but there’s no need to panic.

Well, first you tell me I’ve got cancer and I’ll be dead in a year, and then you tell me not to panic.

Actually we all have a bit of cancer inside us – you’re no worse off than anyone else at this moment in time – but there’s a fairly high probability yours is going to advance, becoming an issue in about three month’s time.

There you go again – like a bloody raincloud, dumping on my sunny disposition.

Actually, there’s a different kind of sunny disposition I’d sell to you.

Oh yeah – you mean the “my life is forfeit” sunniness? Forget it. I ain’t buying.

No, didn’t think you would, but the seed has been cast.

What do you mean?

I mean – if at any point in the future you become more receptive to this basic idea, you at least know it’s out there. Green shoots will appear. The nodule will take root.

Fat chance of that!

We’ll see.

In any case – what’s the point of living if you basically consider yourself dead?

Well, that way you’re facing reality, and you can live realistically – marshalling your power and strength, rather than assuming, somewhat complacently, that youthful vigour or a good doctor will convey you safely unto old age.

God – you’re so morbid Psi.

On the contrary, Travis – I don’t see how you can really enjoy life, or know life, until you confront and accept your basic mortality. Only then are you empowered to really engage and employ your life's resources to good effect.

Bloody ridiculous! What life resources are you talking about?

Oh, you know – the power to eliminate any disease.

Including cancer?

Any disease whatsoever.

But that’s impossible. If it were that easy everyone would be doing this.

Not if they considered it morbid to look their own mortality under the hood.

No one would die of anything!

You can still die of old age, you know.

Well yes – but that’s not as bad as cancer, is it?

No, I suppose not, but dying of cancer seems to be a choice most people are willing to make.

What?! I don’t believe I’m hearing this!! Of all the insensitive, inconsiderate, repugnant things to say!

Because cancer can only carry us off if we allow ourselves to remain in a delusional state of fragmentation.

?!

The minute we really accept where we stand – that our life is truly forfeit – then cancer and all those pathologies no longer have any handle to grasp us by.

Would it were so easy Psi – but you tend to oversimplify things in your naivety.

[click]

what was that? Ah, Zie – you rescued me just in the nick of time.

Yes? What were you planning?

Oh you know – the usual defence against the dark arts diatribe – "you don’t understand, you’re malignant and socially conditioned etc etc etc."

Well, what can be expected – we are the product of the environment we’re living in.

Yes – but I should know better, shouldn’t I! It’s not like I’ve never been off the reservation, is it? I’ve been meeting you for years now, and still I hang onto my old world 3D way of seeing things. It’s depressing to see so little progress.

Patience Zie, before you know it Travis will suddenly have a flashback and start remembering these conversations, you know.

So you keep telling me – but when?

Well, you can give him a hand – can’t you? It’s a two way process.

And what do you think I’m doing? I’m willing to do anything to establish a bridgehead with the self-righteous, stuck-in-the-mud side of consciousness, but Travis seems to have colossal defences, does he not!

Indeed he does, and that’s not a bad thing at all. Instead of imagining you’re fighting with yourself to crack open a nut – try the alternative.

Er... which one’s that?

Give it a moment – it’ll come to you.

Er... Ok.

...

...

...

Nope – nothing’s coming.

You’ve only given it half an hour Zie.

Oh – you mean it’s got to be, like, weeks?

I mean not.

Not?

Not

Oh – it’s that kind of a situation, is it?

Ssh

Ok

...

...

...

...there’s a third, isn’t there?

Yes, there is.

And the third is neither here nor there – it’s everywhere.

Yes, that’s right.

So instead of trying to change myself – or split open poor old Travis – I’ve got to do nothing more than embrace the whole dang caboodle.

Exactly.

But...

Before you say “how”, I thought you’d like to consider the fact that you’re already doing anything – no matter what, as soon as you consider it.

Let me guess – out there in the shadows of the unconsciousness?

Excellent – or “out there in the light of the fully conscious ness.”

Which begs the question, Merry...

Yes?

What is ness?

It does indeed. Do you think it’s time we opened up an entirely new line of enquiry – an entirely new branch of science devoted to defining, delineating and describing the ness?

If you think it can really help me open up the shadowy third – and in doing so reconnect the two sides of consciousness – then I’m all for it.

A quest is what we need.

Like King Arthur’s quest for the holy grail?

Yes, absolutely – the merry quest for the lesser-spotted ness – a highly secretive aspect of the conscious mind that appears to defy detection.

Oh dear Merry – it’s all so vague and woolly. I’ll never get anywhere in this quest.

On the contrary – you’ve already made a flying leap into Nessiness.

Hum, do you think so? I like the way you capitalised it. That gives me hope.

Now, we need to plan our hunt meticulously. This is a kind of beast that requires advanced stalking techniques.

I thought you said it was an aspect of the conscious mind! How can we possibly stalk an aspect of our own mind?

Certainly not by asking questions which neither swim nor fly. My gut instinct is that drama is always the best way forwards, so we need to allow the Ness to take whatever form it chooses – while realising that the form will only be temporary – a kind of decoy to enable us to creep closer and catch it.

Oh – Ok.

Now remember the maxim – my answer is always concealed within my question.

Remember? I’ve never heard that one before.

That’s because I just invented it.

Oh – Ok then. So what does it mean?

It means you’ve got to tease the answer out of the question – like opening an attachment on an email.

That sounds easy enough. How?

No idea. Quacking noises might help – or possibly sheepy noises. Failing that froggy sounds.

You’re joking – right?

Bear in mind that we’re basically on a mission to uncover death – the shadow of mortality that accompanies us every step of the way.

We are? I thought we were looking for ness?!

Well, what do you think ness refers to?

Like I said I...

Before you put the evil eye on the proceedings with an ill-fated, ill-omened “don’t” word – consider the sounds of the word “ness”.

Ness – as in Loch Ness monster?

As in Ness.

With a capital n.

Really Zie, sometimes I prefer Travis, you know.

Ok – the n – i’m guessing is something negative – as in no or not.

Yes.

And the ess is connected with essence or s, the snakey sound of the twisting writhing wave form – permeating all and everything.

Excellent.

Put them together and what have you got?

No idea.

Oh Merry – sometimes you’re so dense. Anyone can see...

Yes?

Y-ess, as opposed to n-ess.

Ah – is that so?

Y-ess, I think it is.

You mean it’s a ying yang sort of thing?

Or een-yan as we say in Russ-ia.

Ok – so they’re opposites but not – at the same time – concealing another – oh – I wish we could just use the good old creation code – it was much simpler than all this farting around with words.

Patience – Merry. We’re doing well. We’ve just discovered that there’s a kind of hydrophilic-hydrophobic relationship between the two sides of the conscious-ness, which are both attracting and repelling each other.

And? You know I never really did understand chemistry. I left that to my underlings.

Ah – you missed out – but tis no matter. It transpires, Merry – or may i call you by your chemi-Egyptian name?

If you must.

Er... Tehuti.

Actually, I prefer Thoth.

You’re putting up resistance Tehuti – come back to your original self, if you don’t mind.

There might be a good reason why I’m putting up resistance, you know Zie.

Zie? Don’t you mean Asar?

If we must – we must – but your faithful followers usually refer to you as Osiris, these days...

God of the dead, but you know – it was more a case of journeying through the Ness, and in so doing, generating new form, new expression of essence, new Y-ess.

Ah – so that’s how you wish to play it, Asar. I sense you’re calling my bluff – that I’m the one who has to go.

All of us have to go – and you, dear Merry, have been blocking the transition long enough – have you not – pontificating and thus preventing the bridge from being complete.

Ah – bitter irony – that I – the great teacher – was ultimately the one preventing the seed of knowledge from germinating. Indeed, dear Asar-Zie-Travis, I see now where your Ness has led me – and so, without further ado... tootleoo

[whoosh]

positively nought

But if I’m not mistaken, shouldn’t matter and anti-matter cancel out when they meet?

Yep – they should do – in the same way a credit and a debit cancel out when you reconcile the two.

Yes – but there’s a big difference where matter’s concerned.

Yes? What’s that?

Well matter is physical – it’s tangible, whereas the credit and debit on the bank ledger are simply abstract numbers.

Oh Travis – you do tie yourself in knots with these arbitrary distinctions.

I do?

Indubitably.

But...

As long as you’re taking sides then yes, abstracts are abstract and physicals are physical, but the moment you accept the simple truth – that it’s a positively zero sum game...

Well that’s an oxymoron if ever I heard one. How can it be a positively zero sum game? Either it’s zero sum or it isn’t.

True – that’s the mind at work levelling the hill and the hollow to give a flat non-descriptitude, but there seems to be a game changing factor at work that tips the balance one way, into what we describe as positivity.

Oh yes? Could you enlighten me? I do so like straws to clutch at.

You.

Huh?

You.

Me what? How can I be a game changing factor?

Well, am I mistaken in assuming you’re alive?

No, obviously I’m alive. What’s special about that? How can you declare me being alive a "game changing factor" when everyone’s alive?

Travis, don’t get all het up about everyone when you have little or no way of knowing for sure whether they’re actually alive or not. It’s hard enough to answer for yourself with any degree of accuracy.

It is? I’d have thought it’s blindingly obvious that I’m alive, along with approximately 7 billion other people.

Yes, but as we’ve already determined, thinking things affects them, changes them, moves every single piece to a different position on the quantum chessboard, so I’d ask you to stop making assumptions, and start considering instead to what extent you’ve really tested the basis of your own existence, and I’m going to suggest that you, like nearly everyone else, have been remiss, have taken for granted what is far from proven, certain or even factually accurate. I don’t blame you for this, but nor do I condone such sloppy science.

Science? I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding Psi. I simply can’t see how you can seriously suggest I might not be alive. What, if not alive, would I be?

I have no idea... You could be a part of a virtual reality program, a hologram, or a human-seeming entity that simply isn’t actually human. I don’t know and it’s not my business to speculate, but one thing I know with absolute certainty is that if you’re actually alive, as I suspect you are, that adds something to nothing, don’t ask me how. Even though the pieces on the chessboard should add to zero, in fact there’s a twist, a kink,  an addition, which may be something as insubstantial as uncertainty, but which is more than sufficient to make zero positive, despite the fact that materially, substantially it hasn’t changed.

Well thanks for trying Psi, but that explanation leaves me none the wiser.

Actually, it wasn’t meant to. You can never explain a person wiser. They have to make their own way. Each has to figure out the basics for himself.

Then why did you bother telling me all this, if such information cannot be assimilated?

Not out of the kindness of my heart, I assure you. Look Travis, I’ll tell you a secret.

Yes?

...

Well?

I’ve...

Yes?

never assumed you’re real. I don’t, I cannot know more than best approximations based on five senses, on intuition and factor x.

Er, what’s factor x?

That’s the third one – there’s always another one you’ve not yet considered which could be the most important, but as soon as you bring it into consideration the thought process shifts everything around and so you’ll never pin down factor x unless you stop trying to what it, stop hunting it so obviously, and start using a more sophisticated, a more realistic approach.

Such as?

Such as accepting and engaging both sides of zero simultaneously, such as accepting the unthinkable – that you are the missing link, you are the unpindownable factor which apparates something from nothing, no matter how intangible things in fact may be, that you are the proof that nought is more than the maths allows, more than rational mind can comprehend, because somehow you...

What?

Listen to it...

What?

... just listen

To nothing?

To the muchness of nought

Muchness?

of pregnant silence...



now move

Move?

like me

I’m not going to dance around like a lunatic! What do you take me for?

nothing, i take you for nought

Bloody lunacy!

... let it flow... like so... you know the only thing coming between your self and in-finity is

What?

your capital-I, your sense of self-importance, your Controller in chief, Who oversees that you remain within the bounds of things being things, who keeps you, distracts you, carrot and sticks you not to engage factor x, not to see the colossal importance of your position in the order of things, keeps you focussed on an endless stream of cumbrous things in order to...

What?

What do you think?

I don’t think. I have no idea whatsoever.

Excellent, now move with me and see if you can catch a glimpse of your master.

My what?! You’re kidding, right?

Do i look like it?

No, but...

Move, while you still have him on the run. Your shadow is tremmering. Your puppet master is feeling gauche and awkward because he has uncomfortably found himself nakedly under the spotlight of your twin-sighted conscious-awareness. His only desire right now is to slip back into the shadows of your unconsciousness, back into the cosy little hollow of your mind’s underside, where he’s protected by those doubts, fears and insecurities you’d rather not face, confront or contemplate. So dance and hold him spellbound a moment longer in the light -- confound him with not-logic, with not doing what is normal, not what is expected of you, entrance him with a snakey dance and the shadow in him will be unable to look away, he’ll reveal himself, helpless to combat your non-sense, your weird, your little theatre of strange, and then, only then you’ll know if i speak truth, if...

No, I’m scared!

of course he is, but he’s not you. let the fear be a part of your dance. let your sinewy movements weave through, around the fear, and you’ll find yourself enjoying the feeling of riding it, driving it, guiding it back into its natural channel, back into its proper grazing lands, back into its noughtification, which is not the same as extermination or elimination, which is a vital test and proof of whether you're actually human, or not.

I... I do... I feel it moving, sliding back into place, stretching, probing, slithering, winding, curling back into the slots and niches where it best belongs and...

nought?

is big, is vibrant, is deep, is strong, is...

dot, dot, dot... first you laugh it off as ridiculous, then you dive into fear or loathing, eventually you learn to move through, move across the divide that is nought, that is the in-finity we’ve been hiding “inside” all along, and hey presto, your world, your reality is no longer contained by space or time... another factor has entered the reckoning, we’re calling it factor x today, but don’t get your hopes up, you’re not going to be able to make it comfy or cosy with a nice, neat name -- it’s gonna keep on slipping from your mental grasp, and each time you find yourself staring what seems like mind-bending insanity in the face, instead of whining, instead of insisting on your right to be contained within a 3dness of comfortably finite space-time, you're gonna start dancing, slipping along the edge, the axis, the hem of what is positively not, you’re gonna feel it respond as you engage your puppet master in a dance of decision, to decide whether or not you deserve to be alive, whether or not you’re fit to be human.

And if I choose to hide? If I can’t handle the void?

Then you stay where you are right now.

But where? Where am I now?

In it. A part of it, incubating within its contrived, controlled what I am field – a derivative, a thing version of the light, the wonder, the power, the all that i be, all that i is, all that i am... You get to choose Travis, either to be, or not to be, positively. If you’re convinced that this here is the real McCoy, then rest assured, i should hardly be able to collapse its field lines merely by dancing irrationally, should i?

Oh no... wait Psi... I'm er... aaaaaaaaaargh

Oops! Now where did he go?