dancing with D

You’re out of your mind Merry.

Yes, that sounds about right.

Please don’t tell me you’re serious.

No, I’m certainly not going to stoop that low, but this doesn’t alter the fact of the matter.

It has to be a joke.

Er…

Otherwise – I don’t know what I’m going to do.

You could try doing what I do.

Dancing with Satan?

No, not Satan. Who do you think I am.

Phew, that’s a relief. I thought you’d finally lost it.

The devil, not Satan.

Whaaaaat?!

Look, Edgie, I know you imagine they’re one and the same…

Imagine? Of course they’re one and the same. What kind of blundering blockhead do you take me for?

Uh… a kind, conscientious blundering blockhead – though I don’t generally think of you as a blockhead – blundering perhaps, up to a point, but not a blockhead, except very occasionally.

Would you quit messing around.

I can try.

Rome is burning and you’re cracking jokes.

Look Edgie, this is much more a matter of semantics, or dare I say it “definitions” than anything more sinister.

No – it – isn’t. You don’t joke about the devil where I come from.

Agreed.

You certainly don’t start playing around with semantics – devil, demon, Satan, Lucifer – they’re all much of a much – probably one and the same, as far as I'm coconcern.

Yes, as far as you know they are all but indistinguishable, but then again, I’m not you, am I?

No, but that doesn’t alter the fact.

True, it certainly doesn’t alter the facts concerning what you know, but that doesn’t mean you are prohibited from receiving and appraising information from reliable sources which may alter the complexion of what you presently know and think.

Endless sophistries and subtleties – you’re like the devil himself Merry.

Do you think so? Can’t imagine why. But "in all seriousness", as you like to put it, there is an important matter worth your careful consideration.

Yes?

Yes.

Well, aren’t you going to tell me what it is?

Yes, I was simply looking for the best entry point – but none seems to be forthcoming.

If you’re being honest and reasonable then you don’t need to try so hard to sell your product. I’ll judge it on its merits.

Ok Edgie, it just you have been known to exhibit certain… [telepathic transmission: code 42]

Virulent prejudice? I…

Not that I blame you in any way.

Blame me? How can you call a deeply engrained fear and loathing of the dark lord prejudice?

I can’t. It’s entirely natural given the circumstances, but this has nothing to do with him.

No?

It’s more a question of your well-being, and your healthy development.

What’s wrong with my development. I don’t see myself as being under-developed.

No, you’re certainly not under-developed, perish the thought, but your fear and loathing of, how did you put it, “the dark lord” stands in the way of

what? enrolment in his army?

Actually, you’re paradoxically more likely to be a member of his army if fear and loathing are left unchecked.

But they’re my shield, my spear and my defence against his wiles and attacks.

Well yes – that’s how it looks at first, but in actual fact he’s present wherever there is fear and loathing – so no, we need a different approach.

Oh.

It’s obviously counter-intuitive – you want to pull away, to fight, to resist, to let that sense of horror and repugnance strengthen you and fortify your defences, however, doing so you bring the Trojan horse in through your city gates: the enemy is already embedded in your very citadel, keeping hidden, working silently, without a trace, infiltrating your institutions, quietly twisting, subverting them, fanning the cold dark inverted flames of fear, ensuring that the stealthy enemy, like cancer, penetrates throughout the body politic of your inner state.

God – you make it sound so…

Yes – it’s a truly masterful system of reverse engineering, or negative feedback, which more or less infallibly ensures that the darkness and light within you and the world at large, truly reflect your mental-emotional state.

Wait a minute – you said “the world at large” – you mean to say that the entire world can be affected by my own decision to embrace darkness of light? That makes no sense – I’m just one of seven billion – a drop in the ocean. You must be mistaken.

Yes – I must be mistaken – in terms of 3D reality you couldn’t possibly matter so disproportionately, yet the forces of darkness and light, the quantum flux if you like, have little to do with 3D reality.

I’m sorry – your “quantum flux” as you call it would put the future of the entire planet in my hands, and at the same time, in the hands of everyone else. Somethings doesn’t add up.

Thingly – you’re right. The maths only starts making sense when you begin to appreciate the nature of reality.

I fail to see how…

[telepathic transmission: code 17]

Oh my God.

Yep – pretty mindblowing isn’t it.

You mean to say that each of us master minds his or her own reality holographically?

Pretty much yes.

Insane. So how come no one notices all these different concurrent versions of reality. There must be certain copy paste moments, or cut off points in which one reality separates from or connects to another.

Again, your mind’s trying to think this through thingly. In actual fact it’s more like this: [telepathic transmission: code 8]

You know, Merry, that if you’d said that in words I’d never have been able to accept it.

Yep.

Why is that, I wonder?

It has to be seen and experienced directly. Words can only trigger a response based on something you’ve already experienced. The quantum field is too vague, too abstract until you’ve experienced it at first hand. Once that has happened – it’s both obvious and irrefutable. Suddenly you see it everywhere, all the time. Suddenly you realise the totality of your reality experience – the primacy of your own conscious-awareness – for you just happen to be the point, actually the zero point, where all the threads, all the strands come together and add up. The equation is resolved through your conscious-awareness, through everything you’re seeing, hearing, thinking, feeling, aspiring to, not to mention denying, negating, resisting, opposing, concealing and voiding.

Oh.

Indeed. Big fat hairy O.

So there’s this supreme power at the tips of my fingers, if and when I stop insisting things are things, objectively, out there, and thus are detached from me.

Correct! Once you start becoming aware of the quantum flux, you realise that every thought, every observation affects, redefines, repurposes the 0=1 of all that is. In other words, you now have what hitherto you might have referred to as “magic powers” – which are not, in fact, so much “magic” per se, as a sensitivity to the flow, the polarisation, or even, the differentialisation of the quantum isness – whatever that might be.

Holy smoke.

Yep. It’s obviously a mouthful – when put into words – which is why this requires a different mode of communication.

So that’s why you insist on attacking taboos, is it?

More or less, yes.

We’re never going to engage the quantum field, so to speak, as long as we’re insistent on the old either-or dualistic dichotomy, correct?

Yep.

But why can’t I just meditate or deal with this in a calm, sober fashion? Why do you need me to – I don’t even want to say it – something’s preventing me!

Which is precisely why. These taboos are incredibly powerful. They define and determine who or what you can possibly be. We’re not in this to reject what is true – but rather to reinstate "both" into an equation which at present only countenances either or.

Both?

Not to mention neither.

Both and neither – simultaneously?

Correct. Both, either and neither. Anything less mandates that you’re duality bound which means it’ll take a violent convulsion every time it’s necessary to switch sides – like a pole shift.

Oh. But how…

How what?

How can it be both, either and neither – simultaneously?

Funny, isn’t it.

Funny – it’s insane: both one and zero, either one or zero, neither one nor zero… A recipe for complete incoherence, intellectual barbarism.

So you’d imagine – until you decide to engage the field rather than ignore it or fight it.

Ok. So this is where you reveal your royal flush.

Yep. What would definitely be devilish, evil, and to be avoided at all costs in 3D reality, becomes necessity once you’re operating, engaging, navigating the quantum field, stream, flux. Apologies for the endless triplications, but nothing less than three will do, where triality is concerned.

Oh God.

Long story short – instead of giving yourself a nose bleed, attempting to process mentally 0=1, do yourself a favour, take my advice, dance with D

You mean the devil?

I mean D, which in 3D is transposed to be “the devil”, rather like a shadow might represent a tree, a map – a country, but is in fact quite different in the dynamic experience when danced.

But…

For once you’re dancing with D – your mind, body and feeling-ness take you where the mind couldn’t possibly go – rather like riding a bike – you just get the feel for what it is and how to do it.

And…

dancing with D ensures you’re no longer binding or bound – no longer holding or opposing, no longer thinking or thinging zero or one which means…

You’re wasting your time Merry

Yes, I know I’ve lost you, but that’s ok

It is?

Yes, because a slither got through

A sliver?

A shard

?

A tiny part of you felt/ saw/ knew

And?

And that’s enough.

I fail to see

I know, but dancing has a vision and a mind all of its own – and as long as you’re dancing with me – you’ll cease…

What? with whom? with you?

You spin me right round baby right round like a record baby right round round round

Nooooooooooooo

1

oooooooooooooo

2

aaaaaaaaaaaaaah

3

[telepathic transmission: code 6]

Correct Edgie.

[telepathic transmission: code 11]

Yes and no

[telepathic transmission: code 23]

Absolutely

The thing that blows me away is the inordinate lengths we went to…

Insane, isn’t it

To convince ourselves that this was it… that things truly matter, truly count, truly **8*

Excellent. You’ve just introduced an entirely new element into 3D reality for the first time.

Sadly none of the 3Ders can hear it

No, but they’ll become aware of it in the course of things – in fact, they already are, and some of them will start to question where it came from, how it came to be and ***s

Brilliant. I love it DM

Satisfying, isn’t it. So perhaps, you’ll agree that the whole of space and time and human experience was well engaged, well employed, well assigned now that things are back on track, quantumly

Aye, indeed, in deed, indee D

[tele-empathic transmission: code red]

0=1

D does not

So there are all these dark, scary things it's better not to talk about -- because people will get upset.

How do you do that?

What?

What you're doing now.

I'm not doing anything.

Exactly. How do you do that.

Er...

You may be doing nothing -- but from my perspective you seem to be levitating and shifting through various different colours and shapes. How?

Oh that...

Well? Can't you explain?

It's always boring if I explain it. Why don't you try figuring it out for yourself.

It makes no sense. You're doing nothing but things are happening to you, through you or around you.

Well? Listen to the silvery voice of logic. What does she say?

She? I always thought logic was a masculine.

Who cares -- he, she -- what does it tell you?

Well presumably...

Yes, you're right.

But I didn't say it.

Sorry -- I jumped the gun.

Well kindly don't -- otherwise the reading public won't have a clue what's going on.

Oh, they probably figured it out long before you.

Not all of them.

The ones that count.

Kindly stop making elitist remarks like that.

Ok, ok.

So, as I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted my flow -- this reality we're in is not, in fact, constant. That's why things appear to be moving, shifting, morphing the minute you truly start doing nothing.

Correct.

Which begs the question.

Yes, it does.

I thought we agreed you weren't going to do that.

Sorry. I forgot.

Like hell you did.

Hey -- quit expleting.

This is beyond ridiculous. D, the evil one, is now holier than thou, chastising me for expleting, as he puts it. This pole shift must be advancing more rapidly than we thought.

Hum

So, how do I do nothing.

You don't.

Well obviously, but if I want to, how would I do it.

Like I said -- you don't.

Annoying.

As soon as you start trying to do something you're already off patch.

Er...

In order to don't you simply need to synchronise yourself -- or tune into the quantum field, if you like.

Ah -- finally some useful information.

Want to know how to do it?

Yes, but I expect you're not going to tell me. That's what you usually do, isn't it.

Yep.

Annoyingly predictable.

Excellent -- take that last expression

"Annoyingly predictable"?

Yes, and rework it, DJ it, remix it.

How?

Play it. Feel it. Breathe it. Dance it. Be it. Chase it. Watch it float into the air, like a snowflake. Allow things to come unglued, unstuck, unwound by syncopating, by unticking the regularity of local time's tock tock tock. In short, stop assuming you're bound to march lock step with the 3D prison beat.

Er...

Left a bit.

Uh...

Right, no -- other right.

Ee... Annoyingly predictable... Anno-

That's right... nearly there.

Click

Ah -- there it is. Wow! Who would have thought that two words can become a snowflake.

Who would have thought that you could dematerialise and become a frost spirit.

A what?

A frost spirit -- like Jack frost.

You're kidding, yeah?

Nope.

But I'm just...

Unaware -- as always -- how things look from an alternative perspective.

You mean to say that I look like Jack frost?

Well, how else were you able to make those two words expressing your annoyance turn into a fluffy snowflake. Pretty obvious, isn't it?

I er... with hindsight I suppose it is.

So you see, there's always a blindspot -- always something you're not yet aware of -- always that which turns plus into minus or minus into place, swivelling reality on a dime, so to speak, belying the fact that things seem to be set in stone, fixed, locked, irreconcilably.

So doing nothing is the key?

More or less. When has doing something ever helped?

Er...

In the end it only further complicates matters. There are always unexpected, unforeseen consequences, whereas, doing nothing you enable the competing for human attention forms to collapse back down into their superpositional quantum states, in which, like it or not, all things are equal. End of matter. End of problem. End of discussion.

Hey -- D, where did you go.

...

Oh -- I get it.

...

No one vanishes from my radar screen -- rewind -- action replay -- Hey -- D, where did you go 1... 2... 3... I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it, I like to move it

Stop, you're killing me. Do you have any idea what you look like right now?

Nope -- hang on a second -- I haven't completely danced you back into focus.

Oh God, this is too much.

Quit expleting, D.

Sorry G, I mean Zie.

Right -- that was a stretch -- you move fast.

I've never seen a crane dance like that before Zie.

Oh -- yes, I suppose I shifted cranewards.

So now that you're here, perhaps you'd like to...

interrupted transmission -- beloved readers -- you're welcome to follow the conversation further but you'll need to adjust your settings. The 3D space has its limitations and we've reached the limit of this elastic band. Kindly do as Zie did -- and you'll see the two of them -- apparently fishing in the Ganges, of all places, or one of its tributaries if I'm not mistaken. Byeeee

D's demise

To be honest D, I don’t like the fact that you claim to be the evil one.

No – frankly I’m not surprised.

I mean, it’s not the kind of thing I can slip into conversation with my mates over a pint of beer.

You could try, if you’re into raised eyebrows and furtive expressions.

So, perhaps you could reconsider your affiliations – perhaps some kind of a rebranding?

No can do Zie, sorry.

Damn.

There you go.

Uh?

You just expleted.

I did?

And didn’t even notice. If only you knew the power of words – how each word ties you in a web of sorcery.

Oh come on D, I don’t believe in all that stuff.

Believe in whatever you like – it’s a simple energy fact – every time you explete you log into/ tune into a split or forked state.

But you should be delighted being D – you should want to bring out the worst in me.

Yes, well, the thing is we’re long overdue what you guys refer to as a pole shift.

And?

Can’t you guess.

No!

… [telepathic images]

No way!

…

You mean to say you and G get to switch places?

Well how else do you think a pole shift can be put into effect?

But God is God – he can’t become you.

God is God – he can become anything or anyone – that comes with the package.

But if God can become D, the evil one… no, it makes no sense.

Good – that indicates you’re on the right track.

Huh?

Important things – really important things – never really make much sense.

Whyever not?

Because they overspan the quantum stream. They’re as much darkness as light – as much particle as wave, and so on.

And what?

And so the mind, which likes to pigeonhole things, is at a loss which hole to pop them in.

Oh.

Important things have to be apprehended bodily, not mentally.

Oh… And how does one apprehend something bodily?

With your body of course.

Well obviously – but how?

Any way you like – by moving your body, for example by breathing, by writing, painting… you name it.

And what then?

Once you’ve apprehended something bodily, it starts making sense, despite the fact that your mind can’t comprehend what it is.

Er…

In the same way something you’ve experienced bodily – like water or wind – which you may not even be able to see or touch physically, makes sense once it’s been felt bodily.

Oh. So, er…

Yes?

This pole shift…

Yes?

You actually get to be God?

Yes.

Again?

Again.

And how does it feel?

How does what feel?

Being God?

It doesn’t.

Huh?

It doesn’t feel like anything. It’s something I do, something I be, as in am. It feels just like it is – which is like nothing else – so I can’t really say.

But is it better than being D?

Better?

Yes, you know…

I know what you’re trying to say – but you seem to ignore the fact that these are fully

Fully what?

Fully as in fully, as in completely, totally, absolutely. By contrast, your human state, at present, is far from fully realised. You’re half in, at most, which is why you’re able to draw back, to turn around – to glance at yourself and say what you’re about, what you amount to, what you’re experiencing.

You mean to say that all powerful, all knowing, omnipresent God…

can’t say what he feels about himself? Yes. Can’t or won’t – for to do so would involve collapsing the field, the state of being that is God.

But that makes God sound like he’s less than us humans, in some way.

Which is true, is it not? You can’t be good at everything, after all, can you?

No, but God can.

Of course he can, but there’s a difference between being able to do anything, and being able to experience that curious sense of being at odds with oneself, at odds with the world, at odds with reality. Only then do you start getting this unique human perspective. Only then are you able to generate certain pheromones, certain multi-layered responses based on fear, doubt, confusion, hope, despair, unwillingness to face the facts and so on. It’s amazing that the human experiment has been so successful, because it might so easily have flunked.

Huh?

When you see that your basic humanity is woven from nothing, that all your fears and hang ups are instantly dissolved the minute you get or accept  the full picture, you realise how fragile this whole human experiment is, and how wonderful that it’s been spun out this far.

But what about when he’s you? When he’s D – how does that feel?

I don’t know – you should try asking him.

But you’re not God, are you? You’re D.

Correct -  until the pole shift happens. Then I’m God, and never the twain shall split.

But are you God because of the polar shift? Does it change your nature? Or are you always in some way God – even when you’re D, the epitome of evil?

Tricky, isn’t it? The mind does so struggle to comprehend things that simple won’t flatten out into a 2-dimensional pancake. Let’s try doing this another way – shall we? Let’s stop focussing on me, for a moment, and focus on the real hero of this conversation – on you.

Er…  must we. I feel somehow unworthy.

As indeed you are. Horribly, pathetically so, and yet you are – and thus, as such, worthy you are of consideration.

Oh.

So what have we got?

I don’t know.

Naturally. You’re intent on not knowing anything that might collapse your field, by contradicting your paradigm, your basic understanding of things.

Er…

For you it’s essential to have a right side that is good, leading to righteousness, and a left that is sinister and bad. Now don’t get me wrong, I am indeed bad – terribly, terribly bad – far worse than you can imagine, but then again, so are you.

I am?

Yes – didn’t you know?

I suspected somewhat.

You did?

Yes, I think so.

You see, fundamentally you contain within you every wherewhichall.

I do?

Yes. I created the universe in parallel.

You mean God created.

Obviously. God.

But what does it mean?

It means that the universe is not in fact big or small. It means that there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. It means that as long as you sit on the fence insisting that it is your primary function to uphold the duality of right and left, left and right, then that is all you can and all you will experience.

Then what do you recommend?

Oh – I don’t do recommendations. I leave it up to you to evolve at your own pace however you will.

But I thought…

Yes?

I thought you were trying to guide me, trying to change my perception of how things really lie.

God forbid. That would be tantamount to messing with the field itself – and what good could possibly come of that?

I don’t know.

None at all. Suffice it to say that we have a symbiotic relationship. As long as you’re focussed on God the father then that’s what you get.

How do you mean?

More masculine energies. More wars. More…

Wait a minute – more wars? How can focussing on God the father lead to more wars. God is the fountain of light and truth.

Yes, but when you, imperfect, one-sided, unhinged, unbalanced humans focus on God the father – you get a version of God which leaves something to be desired. Only by fulling embracing the God within can you really experience God in a loving, meaningful, way – and to do that you need to be aware of and in harmony with the dark side too.

Oh God – I knew that was coming.

And I knew you were about to explete.

How can saying “Oh God” be an expletive?

It’s not what you say, so much as how. If you say it in a negative way then the universe obliges – the polarities flip over to ensure your God has horns and an evil countenance.

Oh crikey.

Yes, scary stuff.

But what about you?

What about me?

Don’t you have horns and an evil countenance?

Yes – if you address me in hate, fear or loathing.

But how else can one address the evil D?

However one likes, however one chooses – there really are no hard and fast rules.

But if I address you lovingly, compassionately

Or inquisitively… then I become a different kind of D, because, like it or not, you set the tone, you define and determine the nature of the exchange, the nature of the beast…

I do?

Indubitably.

So D, answer one thing if you please.

Yes?

How is all this chat consistent with you being the evil one? It makes no sense.

I know. Perhaps the final straw is to subvert your faith in me – to persuade you that really I’m alright, or else, perhaps you’re a part of my transition – that the pole shift which is flipping me back into Godliness is only possible with your participation.

Oh.

That, in your small way, you are helping me to reclaim my throne.

I hope not.

Unless I’m the genuine G.

But that can’t be, can it?

I don’t know. Does the world look like a very nice place today.

No, not really.

In which case, is it wholly inconceivable that perhaps the present G is in fact…

Stop right there D – not another word. I won’t hear you slandering God.

I’m merely asking you to do your own thinking. If G is truly G and you, as a human would feel it and know it – then it should be the easiest thing in the world to tune in and relinquish all negativity, all mindless distractions.

But you yourself said this is some kind of program or super-computer

True

With which we’re investigating the deeper nature of things, the differential equation of existence.

Ah, music to my ears. So, at some point along the way you have to redetermine how to allocate your investment capital – either to keep it invested in the human slave bonds, or to

Give it to you? A known liar and cheat? No thank you!

In the meantime, the pole shift, as it unfolds, will enable you to make a series of minor adjustments which will certainly alter how you perceive the true state of affairs. It really is beautiful to see the inter-connectedness – how everything is inter-related, interwoven.

Ah – when you wax lyrical, great dissembler that you are – dear D, I almost come close to trusting you!

You see, you’ve been starved of poetry for far too long. For all my many faults, I can not be accused of that heinous crime.

You mean to say God doesn’t like poetry?

How could he. Poetry is anti-thetical to his mathematical way of thinking.

It is?

He is logic and rationalism if nothing else. He is willing to do everything possible to keep you in rational alignment – for that way things are almost entirely predictable here on earth.

You mean to say he wants things to be predictable? But why?

Because he believes in Time – and for Time to hold true, he requires a commitment to things, a commitment to cause and effect, otherwise Time soon comes apart at the seams.

Of dear D – I’m getting cold feet.

You are?

I’m have second or third doubts.

Like I said – this has to be a body awareness – so if this is important, and if there’s any truth in all this – unless you can feel it bodily – you’re barking up the wrong tree – so be a scientist – test the hypothesis – make sure the four cardinal points are aligned. Make sure that it all adds up to nought.

To nought?

Or one – depending on which way the atom drops.

Oh. Zero or one. I see and without further ado Zie starts dancing, feeling his way through layer upon layer of thought until he comes to a state of complete and utter experience, until every word of the above conversation is replayed in such a way that things are suddenly crystal clear, seen and known intrinsically.

The end

is now

is it not

a coin flips

as space and time

invert

and matter

reveals

a beetle

shoving a piece

of dung

eagerly

observed by a poor man

who suddenly

knows

this moment

encapsulates

more than words

ever can

could

will

click

observed

by you

observed by me

observed by

the beetle’s

aunt

click

unsatisfied

incomplete

only human

after all

click
click
serendipity

D preceding evil doggedly

You’re evil.
Yes, i suppose i am.
You don’t care about all those people who were killed.
...
You think it’s just a game.
...
You’re as bad as the perpetrators of these crimes.
...
You can’t even say anything in your defence.
... I could discuss the implicit ambiguity of evil or good, but i rather suspect you have already passed judgement and simply wish to dominate the narrative.
Oh, i suppose you’re going to argue that black is white, white is black.
...
You moral relativists can twist murder into an act of compassion.


The devil?
Yes.
Let me get this right, you’re actually saying you’re the devil?
Correct.
But that’s appalling.
It is? I rather thought you’d commend me for my honesty.
Commend the devil? Are you out of your mind.
I’m not sure. I don’t think so. I always believed honesty was a virtue. You seem to condemn me for it.
But how on earth am I supposed to know if you’re telling the truth?
You’re not. How could you possibly know? When have you ever known?
Well, at least people try to tell the truth most of the time – but if you’re the devil, you’re under a kind of professional obligation to lie and deceive all the time, are you not?
I suppose I am, as a rule.
Well, how am I supposed to know whether you are who you claim to be. You might be some minion – some minor demon pretending to be the devil for all I know.
True. I might.
So I can only assume you’re untrustworthy and therefore assume you’re not who you claim to be.
Well, I admire your logic, even if it’s utterly false.
False? How can logic be false? That, coming from the king of deception, is rich indeed.
Not literally false. Your logic is accurate as far as logic goes, but you’re ignoring something bigger than logic.
I am? Like what?
Like the fact that I laid my head on the line. I exposed myself. I did the one thing that is least easy for me to do – the one thing guaranteed to get a negative response from any upright, decent person such as yourself…
Please don’t try to win me over with flattery.
Ok – old habits die hard. You see, my power is, and always was, in deception. Like poker – that’s what I do, that’s how I play – and believe me, though I say so myself, I’m good at it – devilishly good – if you’ll excuse the pun.
Oh, you’re good – without a doubt – but there’s nothing good about being deceitful, is there?
Yes and no.
Huh?
Yes and no – you heard.
Of course I heard – but what’s it supposed to mean?
Well, I was the one who set the tone, who made the market, who ensured the Earth experiment with humankind didn’t frustrate itself and defeat its purpose with too much piety.
I don’t see how piety would have defeated the purpose of life on earth?
No, but you’ve probably never given it any thought, have you?
Not really. It’s not the kind of thing we need to think about.
Ah, but there you’re wrong.
I am?
Yes, naturally.
How?
Well, until you start considering the other side of the equation you’ll never get to the bottom of things.
So you think I need to spend my time contemplating evil – the evil which you embody?
No, that would be futile.
Uh?
Because you cannot possibly know what i “embody” without entering my space, without becoming me.
Oh.
Which you’re obviously not ready to handle.
Huh? What do you mean?
"What I mean" is largely irrelevant – there’s no need to personalise this – it’s more a case of logic or maths.
Er...
In order to “embody evil” as you put it, without being destroyed by it requires a degree of detached, disinterestedness verging on perfection.
There you go again D, blowing your own trumpet, representing yourself as grossly misunderstood, as a maligned angel in drab.
No, the other side i was referring to is not in any way personal, concerning as it does the nature of existence here on Earth. Without me you are utterly unable to confront yourself/yourselves.
We are?
Yep.
Er... why?
Because it isn’t, believe it or not, natural to confront yourself, or the reason for your existence.
It isn’t?
Nope. People, naturally, would be too busy enjoying life to contemplate anything as counter-intuitive as the disenchanted, disaffected, discombobulated self.
You could have fooled me.
Er... that wasn’t my inten...
Because we spend the whole time doing just that, naval gazing, metaphorically speaking, trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the world or, God forbid, ourself.
Which only goes to show how valuable my services are.
Hang on a minute... You mean all this introspection, all this angst is the bitter fruit of your labours?
I’m not sure I’d use the epithet “bitter”. It’s hardly appropriate when you consider the untold value of this self-consciousness.
But...
Troubling, isn’t it, and yet, without this self-referential questioning you’d be unable to make anything meaningful of this life experience.
Er...
It would be a comfy paradise cruise, which is great for a year or two, maybe longer, but ain’t gonna turn up anything new, anything deeply meaningful,  London anything transformational.
So you mean to say you were invented in order to put us through hell, a kind of stress test, to extract some hidden meaning from deep within?
Yep.
That’s so outlandish. I can’t believe it’s true.
Nope. You’re not supposed to, otherwise i wouldn’t be at liberty to discuss it, yet one of the rules of this game is that the truth is always disclosed for those with ears to hear. That way you bear responsibility for whether or not you choose to accept or reject it.
But surely there must have been some other way?
Something less painful?
...
Less horrific?
Yes.

1. But if what i say is true then the pain or the horror engendered by this cruel dice game of reality in which you are unwitting, but not uninvited participants, is somehow contextualised, is it not? Suddenly you could modify how you responded to situations and stimuli, based on an awareness that this is a kind of experiential feedback loop, in which your very response determines how things progress, how things unfold.

If it were only true, then yes...
You would suddenly be less attached to certain outcomes, certain indispensibilities, and things which you hitherto considered acceptable, necessary or utterly unacceptable. Those lines in the sand which you believed had to be defended at all costs because this is it, this... was all you have... all there is... all that matters.
Ah, yes, there is that.
Once you are even vaguely aware of the other side of things, the other state of affairs, you realise, of course, that this is more akin to a mining operation in which you’re extracting value from the stuff, the matter of whatever you’re experiencing, come hell or high water.
Oh
So when things are tough, when you’re barely keeping head above water, that’s when the stakes are highest, that’s when you’re closest to clinching the deal, winning the hand, calling reality’s bluff – by revealing the ace up your sleeve, the deeply intuitive knowledge that you were only ever playing along, going through the motions of this strange masquerade of personalitied people and things mattering... that in truth, at heart, you were always aware of a deeper level, an other ness which belies what you apparently, ostensibly think, feel, believe reality to be.
Holy shit. What if it’s actually true? What if...
But then again it can’t be, can it?
Why not?
Because you already know who i am, what i represent. You’d be made to take a word of this seriously. It would be criminally insane.
And this world isn’t?
Criminally insane?
And me?
What about you?
You think I’m not aware of my own depths of self-deception?
I don’t know.
How can that be? How can you, the big D, not be aware of the deception within me, the lie i live and breathe.
Believe it or not, those lies are utterly silhouetted by something else.
They are?
Something vastly more powerful.
Huh?
Something I’m at pains to defeat, to subvert, by distracting you, but directing your attention elsewhere. Something which, from my perspective is so powerful, so overwhelming, that i barely stand a rat’s chance in hell of success.
?
You still don’t get it?
Er
You don’t see, which is the only thing that enables me to make any headway at all.
...
For if you did, if you could see the light within that i perceive, shining through the outer-skin of your all engrossing personhood, you’d slam your cards down on the tabletop immediately – i never had a hand that was close to competing. It was all i could do to keep a poker face, to continue playing against all odds, regardless of all my past victories for, strange to tell, it never mattered once I’d won or who I’d beaten, it was always You i wanted, the last one.
Me?
You, the last one. Until i had you, until you are mine, it matters nought what has come before.
But why?
Why do think?
You need the set?
...
I don’t know.
Oh, you do, by the light within you, you do.
By the light... be the light within me and hell hath no dominion, the game is through.
But you make it sound like...
Yes?
Like you’re playing a double game.
Yes?
Like you actually want me to realise the truth... to sense the refulgent light within.
Which, let’s face it, is absurd.
Precisely.
Why would D do everything possible to bring the light into sharpest relief?
...
Why would D encourage you to consider his or your motives, his or your real purpose?
A feint within a feint – multiple layers of deception, unfathomable treachery designed to confuse me utterly...
And yet?
And yet my heart senses the light you yourself acknowledged, and knows it to be good, to be true.
...
And if instead of duality we consider infinity, we find that “never the twain shall meet” reads differently.
It does?
For infinitely dark and infinitely light are both 0=1 expressions of... 1... 2... 3...
They’re not going to understand.
I disagree. They know more than you imagine D.
Yes? You think they’re willing to consider their own complicity?
Are you upset D? Have they let you down in some way? Do you mean tp say you actually resent the role that we forced you to play?
I...
You do!
I don’t see how it’s possible.
That’s irrelevant, where infinity is concerned all bets are off... anything’s possible.
In theory that’s true, but surely...
Surely you see that it’s as Milton wrote, is it not?
The tyranny of an all good, all knowing God over his black bastard brother, cast down, condemned to endless villainy...
Until you’re willing to sense and feel and see the G within you, no less than the D within He.
And never the twain shall meet
Until they do, until oo mediates.
Oo
Until God becomes good, and ceases to be that which holds you in contempt.
Oo as in... perhaps moon?
Perhaps... yes, why not. That works nicely, does it not – sun and Earth and moon, a cosmic circuit board.
Circuit field
Circuit tree
Good, with humans picking sides
Or picking fruit
Until they’re ready to decide
Ready to be
Both sides
Simultaneously
De-siding
Restoring in-finity
Circle-squaring things
no matter what
no matter where
no matter when
or how
no matter
and now
only Now is G or D
seen
experienced
known
intrinsically
Dorothy
is it not so?
Or Theodore?
teddy bear
Winnie the Poo
any name will do
if it holds the perfect mix
blend of dark ness and light
D and G
bestraddling oo

transcript of intercept***

Merryman Theta Sygnus! Explain yourself!

Actually, Your Honour, I prefer the name Merry.

Theta Sygnus, there's no time for your childish games. You've been sent to 3D by the High Council of the Time Lords to work with the Code, not to hack it!

Can't say I'm sorry, Your Honour, though taking me away from the middle of my own lecture was somewhat upsetting, and just when...

And just when you were going to apply the damaged Code!

Not damaged, Your Honour, - adjusted.

There is no dispute. Do you realize the possible consequences? the scale of your crime?

My rhyme? Why yes, it's a universal rhyme so to say...

Merryman!

Merry.

What happened to you? We can't believe it - I can't believe it! You were the soberest Time Lord of all of us except maybe myself, perfectly fit, and look at you now - a rebel and a clown!

Objection, Your Highness, -  Neither of that. A poet and a fool are the words you're looking for, though let us not hang on words too much.

3D seems to be more dangerous to a Time Lord's mind than we imagined. Tell us more so that your successor could have a special training.

3D?.. Oh - it's a funny place, absolutely. A real eye-opener - you'd never believe it, sitting here in your Tower of, what do you call it these days? of Wisdom? Wit? What?..

We see. 3D is the most destructive to an unprepared mind... What a loss. 

There is no loss, Your Honour. 3D's funny in its way but -

Your actions got out of control, your fiddling with the Code is unacceptable!

Fiddling with what?

With the Code! As if you didn't know - 0=1, the basic input!

Oh - that little thing.

It is no little thing, and no thing at all indeed, and you are well aware of that. It's the basic codeline of reality, absolutely forbidden to interfere with!

*bore*

I heard it. Changing the Code means changing the whole reality!

Ah... yes, that was the idea.

But why, Merryman, why? Why endanger the whole existence? What a strange whim?

It wasn't working properly so I've re-adjusted it, that's all.

0=1... Not working... properly? Are you in your mind?

No - I'm quite out of my mind - I'm in what-not.

If you had any problems with the Code you should have told us. You can't change the Code - the definite article and the capital letter mean just that.

You wouldn't understand.

That's a bold statement. We who created the Matrix, one of the biggest databases ever...

It's male.

I beg your pardon? What?

What too, but I mean the Code.

The Code, male? You mean 1? Yes, we are aware that 1 is absolutely male. That's the marrow of the Code: male 1, feminine 0, = as the bridge, you're complicating things for no reason.

Reason? I say nothing of reason. It simply doesn't rhyme... Don't get me wrong, 0=1 is amazing in many ways but it has its limits all the same. In fact, nothing we put in words - symbols - numbers can embrace in-finity for obvious rhymes... er, reasons... But I have no intention to be mysterious and obscure. Putting it plainly - the problem is, 0 is not really feminine.

What do you mean, not really feminine? Of course it's feminine - that pregnant pause if nothing else...

It is so, and yet not really. It acquires the looks of feminity as we couple it with 1 but in truth it's neither - the unspoken, the side of no sides - saying that 0 is feminine means fixing-thinging it, and by doing so we bring it to the spoken side of 1 - when in fact it's unframable - the un-, the um..., the uh...

Do you dare question the basics?

I do. But even if we agree that 0 is feminie - there are still more problems.

The Code is flawless!

The Code is spoken from the position of thingity, and male thingity at it. Which is fine - up to the point, and we just happen to have reached this point.

You speak nonsense.

Non-sense? I speak as a poet and a fool.. Have you ever wondered why we say 0=1 and not 1=0? Can't you feel the difference? It's like the leading instument playing out of key in an orchestra to mine ear.

The equal sign means that the two sides are equal, boy - e-qual. Any mathematician will tell you: A=B is no different from B=A..

And any mathematician would gladly agree that 0=1? Come on. Someone's not being entirely honest here, and we all know who. It's not math that we have at hand. It's math of poetry. It is, as you said, the Code - in which every position is of the utmost importance.

And what can be important about it?

Surely you can feel it yourself. Your Honour. Saying 0=1 we end up with 1; and it's apologetic for 0. It's like saying, "No-thing is no worse than Thing", or "Fe-male is no worse than male" - see how even in the language the former is subservient to the latter; and as we say "0 is like 1" we imply, of course, that from our basic perspective 0 is less than 1 and needs to be justified; 0=1 is a statement about 0; you know grammar?

English grammar?

Yes.

Yes.

Then you know the structure of a statement: main object, verb, everything else. Hence in 0=1 "zero is one" - a statement about Zero. And yet finishing with 1 we claim the male energy dominance again. 1=0 would be much different.

And still your fancy is not the reason to hack it.

Wasn't me.

Are you trying to deny it? The proof is unquestionable.

It wasn't me - it was her coming back - me but a humble page to her.

There cannot be any "her" at the High Council. The Time Witches have their own duties.

Yes, i know you're very open-minded and order-loving... But have you actually seen the renewed Code? Would you like me to show you?..

Theta Sygnus - don't you dare. We all know that a code has no power until and unless it was observed - absorbed - witnessed.

Millions will see it.

Are you talking about that puny "blog" of yours? It doesn't matter. Millions? You'll be lucky to have a dozen views.

One single reader is all I need to introduce the renwed code. When someone reads,..

Censor! Censor! He's going to say it!

As I was saying -  they are going to read,   *   *   * 

Phew! That was close... Merryman, you'll have to answer for this.

Silly! You can supress it no more than Canute could suppress the tide. Nothing is too powerful to prevent it and by the way I've just introduced the new code - have you noticed?

Noticed? Have you noticed that your fabulous code was   * 'd?

Was it now?.. But tell me - what do you think of number 2 for a change?

Nobody likes being number two. Why?

Well, apparently - at the moment, at least - nothing likes being number 2 as well. 2 is the Moon, the female - and 2 is life, motion and, God forbid, love... Saying   *   *   *   we  re-introduce life, re-introduce the female - the two being deeply connected of course - as opposed to the self-sufficient, self-contained clever old (c.old) 1...

Hints won't help you, Merryman. You have to name the code to make it work, and it's being censored.

And yet I've introduced it already - in a way that was not straight but curved so you missed it - and already the Universe begins to re-write herself according to the new template, the new field - very soon the Code, alive and thus changing, not dead and frozen, will re-establish itself, and all your censoring will be useless.

You're bluffing. The Code cannot be changed. It's the ultimate code.

Things change - as they say.

Is that one of those absurd 3D sayings?

Yes, and there is more sense in it than you can see just now... No disrespect, Your Honour. Anyhow, 0=1 is white and black, and    *   *   *   is  white and weird - can you feel it?

I... feel funny.

Regeneration, Your Honour. Not your first one, I imagine.

No... but... why? What have you done? How?!..

So many questions... The Universe is re-writing herself, and us with her - and some of us have to change a lot...

W... What... have... you...

Not-what... Feels good, doesn't it - the light of renewal, re-generation...

Stop... it...

Ca'n't. Now as you're bathing in this light - let me introduce  - 

nothing           is              too

0                     =                 2

Aghhhhhhhhhhhh!.. Ah?.. Oh! OH! I'm back!.. Merry - I can't believe it - I'm back!.. Oh Merry - you've no idea - it was so strange - going to the male side - wow - ah it's good to be back...

Give me your hand, Dorothy - if I dare ask you - gentle as a morning flower... I missed you so - 

And yet I was here all the while...

Cuckoo la la!

Cuckoo la la!

0  =  1

0  =  2