galileo's golgafrinchan goosey gander

Goosey goosey gander,

Whither shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs

And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man

Who wouldn't say his prayers,

So I took him by his left leg

And threw him down the stairs.

Under construction?

 

Yep.

 

You mean to say all this blogging hasn’t been about entertainment?

 

Entertainment?! Give me a break. Who’s interested in reading about the quantum field and paradigm shifts?

 

Then what exactly is it all about? Pseudo-science perhaps?

 

No, Monty, we’ve been seeding a new reality.

 

A what?!

 

You heard.

 

A new reality?

 

Yep.

 

By writing?

 

Well yes, more or less.

 

But how can writing do that?

 

No idea.

 

You don’t know?

 

Not really. Not exactly. I mean, I can guess, but what’s the point… It’s like God, isn’t it…

 

Not again Monty.

 

You did ask. He doesn’t really know what He’s doing, does He?

 

I’m not hearing this.

 

Ok, let me rephrase that – He knows what to do but He certainly doesn’t really know how it works.

 

Noooooooo! Blasphemy!

 

No Monty, there’s no blasphemy here at all.

 

Yes there is. God is, by definition, all seeing, all knowing...

 

And omnipotent to boot, yes, yes, yes... but you can’t have your cake and eat it.

 

Er, yes you can, if – you’re – God!

 

Not if you want to Create. You’re either simply knowing-doing, or you’re thinking-understanding.

 

I’m not hearing this.

 

It’s nothing to do with religion, Sid.

 

I’m not Sid, I’m Monty.

 

Oops. It’s nothing to do with religion, Monty. It’s purely mathematical – if you like.

 

No I don’t. What is it you don’t understand in the word “omniscient”.

 

Sorry Monty, but you’re being rather… I never said God doesn’t know everything. Rewind, if you please. Allow me to copy paste my exact words – you’re either simply knowing-doing, or you’re thinking-understanding. Knowing and doing are precisely what Creation was and is all about. “Thinking” and “understanding” is what the legendary Golgafrinchans on Ark Fleet Ship B¹ were and are all about. Analysing and processing is the flip side of Creation. The two modes are mutually exclusive. In this respect, and perhaps in this respect alone, not even God can have his cake and eat it. That’s not to say He never does a bit of Golgafrinchan thinking – I cannot say – but doing so he would be using words and concepts to describe what is, ultimately, undescribable (sic) – namely Himself, and his Creation which is in some respects inseparable from Himself.

 

¹ see below for Golgafrinchan wiki.

 

You have no right to state what God can or can’t do, Q.t, Ok?

 

What difference does it make? Whoever is busy creating has to go all in, has to go God, i.e. has to God.

 

To God?

 

To be or become creation itself, no holds barred.

 

Damn you Q.t!

 

If you must – you must, and that will be your creative act which you alone will answer for.

 

Huh?

 

If that’s your intention. Give it your all. It may not, however, work out the way you imagined it should.

 

Q.t – would you stop being absurd. It was just a figure of speech. Do you imagine I actually wish to damn you?

 

It matters little what I imagine Monty. At the end of the day words have power and you may end up committing yourself to a course of action by using them carelessly, and then there’s nothing you or I can do to alter the creative impulse you have set in motion. Behind every word there is a primal energy, and an impulse which we might call an intent.

Oh... I...

 

Never gave it much thought?

 

Well no, why should I? Everyone uses these expressions.

 

Everyone?

 

Well almost everyone.

 

It makes no difference Monty. Where words are concerned, you’re literally playing with fire.

 

Damn.

 

There you go again.

 

Fu...

 

Beep!

 

I can’t help it, Q.t, I use ‘em without thinking.

 

Naturally, because you’re creating.

 

What?!

 

And creating excludes the possibility of thinking. It’s a knowing-doing experience whoever you are, whatever your level, so be mindful.

 

But this can’t be true?

 

No? Your world is an oasis of harmony perhaps?

 

What?

 

An oasis of harmony.

 

Now what are you on about?

 

You’re at the very centre of it all, didn’t you know?

 

And what? Everyone’s at the centre of their own particular world, aren’t they?

 

Yes, you’re absolutely right, Monty, everyone is, so everyone individually answers for their own reality – their own Creationings.

 

Er?

 

New word – think you can grasp the intent.

 

Er, Ok. But what you’re saying makes no sense, Qt. My reality is basically the same as yours. Whatever is happening in my world is happening in yours, isn’t it? The same weather, the same politics, the same economic situation…

 

How can you be so sure?

 

Well, I can talk to you and other people and soon it becomes abundantly clear that we’re all, basically, on the same ship.

 

Correct. Golgafrincham Ark Fleet Ship B.

 

What on earth are you on about?

 

The Golgafrinchan Ark Fleet Ship B was a way of removing the basically useless citizens from the planet of Golgafrincham. A variety of stories were formed about the doom of the planet, such as blowing up, crashing into the sun or being eaten by a mutant star goat. The ship was filled with all the middlemen of Golgafrincham, such as the telephone sanitisers, account executives, hairdressers, tired TV producers, insurance salesmen, personnel officers, security guards, public relations executives, and management consultants.

Ark Fleet ships A and C were supposed to carry the people who ruled, thought, or actually did useful work.

The ship was programmed to crash onto its designated planet, Earth. The captain remembers that he was told a good reason for this, but had forgotten it, although the reason was later revealed to be because the Ark Ship B Golgafrinchans were a 'bunch of useless idiots'.

https://hitchhikers.fandom.com/wiki/Golgafrinchan_Ark_Fleet_Ship_B

 

Very funny, Q.t.

 

You think so? Or scary perhaps, if true.

 

Yes. I’ve just read the entire series and I can say without any hesitation that I’m a big fan.

 

Wait a minute, Monty – you just read the entire Hitchhiker’s Guide series?

 

Er… yes.

 

In the middle of our conversation?!

 

Not exactly. I went into my reading space.

 

Your reading space? What the heck are you on about?

 

Beep!

 

Sorry.

 

What in God’s name are you on about?

 

Beep!

 

Damn.

 

Beep!

 

Oh, for crying out loud!

 

Keyboard starts pulsing red hot – keys melting – walls dripping blood – that kind of thing.

 

Qt – cool down – you’re going to cause some serious damage to the hallowed G-nome reading room.

 

Oops. Well, not lasting damage as it recreates itself from scratch every time someone enters.

 

Does it really?

 

Apparently so – but still – I get your message. Excuse my overexcitement please. I should have known better.

 

Actually, you do know better Qt, don’t you.

 

Not as long as I’m playing Qt – but if I switch masks and don a Merry, or a James, or hell, why not – a Samson face – then it’s a different story.

 

Can’t you just be yourself, for once.

Not sure about that Monty. Not sure. One rather loses track of who one really is as the Quantum Field comes into its own.

 

That’s hardly reassuring. Who’s going to want to lose their identity like that? It seems without a clear sense of self – things become hopelessly disconnected.

 

I agree Monty. I agree. But this digression is causing great concern to our readers – who want to know how you managed to get through the entire Douglas Adams Hitchhiker’s series while we were talking.

 

Er… It’s rather embarrassing Stefan, but I honestly can’t explain. It just happens. I go off on a tangent into my reading space – 

 and then I rejoin the thread wherever it was, and now is.

Ah – so you’ve managed to find the Stefan in me. Very good. I wonder if our readers are going to accept your explanation or not?

 

I don’t see what choice they have. The problem is not how I managed to read a few rather amusing books and become a lifelong fan…

No?

 

No.

 

Then what?

 

The problem is how reality can be dependent on us individually, as you stated before things started getting weird – how my reality can be different from yours.

 

Well I think we have the answer, do we not?

 

Er…

 

As long as we’re thinking-analysing trying to understand – we’re wedged in a mind space called 3D where things seem to be the same for everyone to an ever-greater degree – and, I suspect – ever increasingly icky and detached from joyful, magical reality.

 

Ah ha – yes – that makes sense. As soon as we’re in Creator mode – the opposite is true.

 

Yes, but the mind baulks – does it not – at the idea that reality might stop being objectively quantifiable and demonstrably samey-same.

 

Indeed it does. There’s a kind of heavy gravity in the mind that tries to keep us Golgafrinching at all costs.

 

Indeed, indeed.

 

I wonder if names were part of that – Monty/Qt – whichever I am or you are.

 

Ah – you might be onto something there – Monty/Qt – yes siree – you might indeed be onto something there. When we’re Golgafrinching (pronounced Golgafrinking) – if I’m not mistaken – names are a vital aspect of things remaining in their rightful place, are they not – as are days, months and all the other attributes of a well-ordered 3D reality.

 

But if or when we start to Create with a capital C – reality, the world that we knew and loved to hate, suddenly takes a back seat – and as long as we’re in God mode – there’s no knowing what’s actually going on out there – in that presumed objective reality which is presently unavailable as long as I is knowing-doing.

 

Correct Monty-Q – as long as I is knowing-doing there’s no knowing what’s going down “there”, and apparently it’s taken care of.

 

Apparently yes, Monty-Q – the Quantum Field – for want of a better name – goes through its motions

Perturbations

 

Calculations

 

Iterations

 

and when at last, dear Monty-Q, we draw breath

 

we pause

 

we return to the thinking side of things

 

we discover that things are still there where we left them –

 

largely undisturbed

 

largely – unless my knowing-doing

 

zero-equals-one^ing took me far into the isness of broken threads or mal-aligned story tropes

 

in which case I might find that all kinds of strange things are happening back down there on Earth.

 

For example?

 

Oh – you know –

 

No really – can you give me an example – Monty-Q

 

Of course I can, my dear. Anything for you…

 

Monty and Qt seem to draw apart from an indeterminacy of identity that prevailed a moment previously.

 

How smooth was that transition Q?

 

Pretty smooth – but I think they still noticed.

 

Damn! Did they?

 

Strangled beep! More a goose or a hen than an official^ish digital rap across the auditory knuckles.

 

There’s always going to be the occasional cut and edit. That goes without saying. But the wonder is that down in 3D we never really notice what we notice – if to do so would jeopardise the integrity of the objective experience itself.

 

Indeed you’re right, Monty.

 

Well?

 

Well – there’s that flat Earthy thing, isn’t there?

What?!

 

Precisely. It’s clearly being suppressed.

 

By the powers that be?

 

Oh no, they’re small fry.

 

By whom?

 

By what.

 

By what?

 

Yes. It’s clearly being suppressed by the Borg – so to speak.

 

The Borg?

 

Shameless rhetorical question. They know that you know that I know that we know.

 

Ok, Ok – the Borg – it’s just the name sounds kind of dumb.

 

Yep. It does. You’re right. By design. It’s intended to stop us thinking it. To prevent us from knowing-doing it. In other words – it’s a little magick to protect the Borg from our Creative impulses.

 

I prefer to call it the AI.

 

Yes.

 

And?

 

And what?

 

Don’t you think that’s a better name?

 

It might be. You may be right, Monty – but I assure you – the magick protecting the Borg or AI, the Matrix or the Devil itself is rather impenetrable and arcane – I’d leave well enough alone.

 

You would?

 

Yep. Likewise, God or any other foundation terminology or names. As soon as we start tinkering with ‘em alarm bells start ringing somewhere in the darkest reaches of Hades, and scouts start popping up, checking up on what’s afoot, or pixies come in to trip us over – to make us lose our train of consciousness – and then we’re back where we started or worse – it could be another hundred thousand years or more before we’re ready to continue where we left off.

 

Ah ha! Now you’re talking.

 

Indeed.

 

So this flatty Earthy thing of yours…

 

Yes. A delicious, wonderful illustration of what happens when we zero-equals-one rather successfully. All of a sudden things which were inconceivable and palpably absurd very recently are suddenly real and

 

Beep beep beep!

Pre-emptive beeping?!

 

Yes indeed – I was about to release a truth bomb. The Borg doesn’t like that at all.

 

Go on Q. Say it.

 

Do you think I should?

 

Absolutely. You deserve it after what you’ve managed to do – resurrecting that flatty earthy thing!

 

Rewind… cut and paste – All of a sudden things which were inconceivable and palpably absurd very recently are suddenly real and

 

Beep beep beep!

 

Ignore it, Q. Go on…

 

Ever so quietly, in the gentlest, most mysterious and magical voice – so that the entire universe is drawn in and starts listening to Q, devouring his every word: 

All of a sudden things which were inconceivable and palpably absurd very recently are suddenly real and true…

 

Did I hear that right? Did I?

 

Thunderbolt and lightning,

Very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo,

Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o

 

You didn’t actually say the word true, did you?

 

I… I can’t be sure Monty, I can’t be sure. But recent Gallup polls indicate that a majority of voters do indeed believe that Q, that I – if that indeed be who I am – that Q dropped a truth bomb.

 

 

Crowds in the streets in cities all around the world passionately chanting Q.T, Q.T, Q.T, Q.T

 

True – the international media is doing its best to suppress the popular rising – but somehow information seeps through the walls of silence – the information blockade – and scientists – though apparently baffled – believe that it’s the first known, provable case of quantum tunnelling in action.

 

So, long story short – you’re saying that the Earth is now flat – when it wasn’t a few years ago.

 

Yep.

 

And that this is one of the many changes you and others have effected by your actions.

 

Nep.

 

Nep?

 

No, as in yes. Knowing-doing or zero-equals-one^ing is not, technically, described as “action”, as it involves no discernible activity here in 3D reality.

 

None?

 

None whatsoever. This is 3D, where the Golgafrinchans devised a new monetary system based on tree leaves – rushing around – gathering those leaves and attempting to spend them before they hyper-inflate to zero^ness. 

 

Indeed. So, all action down here in 3D is ultimately futile? That would be incredibly depressing if that’s what you’re saying?

 

Nope.

 

No? Coz that’s what it sounds like.

 

Yep. As long as you’re Golgafrinking thinking – things are always going to sound either-or – aren’t they? Things are always going to swivel, slip or slide into certain channels of thought – none of which are supposed to help you solve the conundrum or escape your Golgafrinchan limitations.

 

So thought is to blame?

 

Nope. And nor is the Borg, AI, the Devil or even, God forbid, God.

 

Beep!  About the most pathetic sounding beep you’ve ever heard.

 

I say – Borgy Borg seems to be losing his thunder.

 

Well yes – he’s struggling with the question of what is not…

 

Er…

 

And it somewhat drains his energies.

 

What is not what?

 

That’s right.

 

But what exactly is he struggling with?

 

That’s exactly right. You nailed it Monty.

 

But…

 

Perfect.

 

But I honestly…

 

Poof! A kind of quantum sigh as the Borg inverts, sucking in on himself in a process which, once started, has no reverse. What our dear beloved scientists all these years have been fancifully referring to a "black hole" is finally realised and, dare I say it – materialised.

 

Beep!

 

Hey – you got a beep! You’re not supposed to.

 

Times change.

 

But how can the narrative voice answer me… this is insane!

 

True.

 

Ok – I’m accepting the insanity – pressing on. Wherefore beepest thou?

 

I cannot say – but the ultimate truth, like ultimate silence – cannot be spoken aloud, cannot be allowed, must be clothed in sound or else…

 

Or else what?

 

Or else I’d implode.

 

 

 

0=1

noiselessly

 

The Creators of this documentary, the ones who never quit Golgafrincham but who continued to monitor the astonishing progress of life on Earth, through its many boom bust cycles, respectfully submit that no planets have been or were flattened in the actual filming – and further submit that reality is only ever as flat as it is deep, or as the Pythagoreans would have it – as square as it is round²⁷⁷².

 

 

 

 

 

on the Q.T.

Er…

 

Yes?

 

Why are you…

 

Standing on my head?

 

Well yes.

 

Ah, you noticed, did you?

 

Well, yes, I suppose I did, really.

 

Well Monty, as you know I'm busy working on QC.

 

QC… er Queen’s Council?

 

No, no, no, quantum computing – though I’m not sure about the name.

 

No?

 

No, I mean – it’s very contrived to refer to it as “computing”, in my humble opinion.

 

Oh. Then what should it be called?

 

Oh – you know – QFA for instance.

 

Sounds a bit rude.

 

I know. But it’s an acronym for quantum field activation.

 

Right.

 

Or perhaps QFE.

 

Quantum field…

 

Engagement. You get the gist, don’t you?

 

Yes James – I suppose I do.

 

Oh no – it isn’t James.

Er… Merry?

 

God no. Merry’s dead and buried long ago.

 

Oh – that’s a pity – I rather liked him.

 

Me too – until he started messing around. You have no idea the trouble he caused me. Termination was the safest option.

Ouch.

 

But enough about Merry – what about me?

 

What about you?

 

Haven’t you guessed my name yet?

 

Er… can’t you just tell me, the way other people do?

 

Oh no. We have to be attuned, you know.

 

[Sigh] Ok James, if you say so.

 

Actually it has nothing to do with me. Operational procedures. Protocols. What ho! 

 

Indeed. Well, I expect your name is something terribly apropos – perhaps Q.T.

 

O – M – G, Monty! I had no idea you were so well attuned. Forgive me please for underestimating you.

 

Sure. No problem, Q.T.

 

You don’t have to capitalize the T if you don’t want to.

 

Ok, I’ll bear that in mind next time I’m chatting to you. So what does it stand for?

 

You’re kidding.

 

Not exactly. I mean – I’m absolutely 100% attuned to you Q.t, and your beautiful t-shirt with the indecipherable “i be q.t” emblazoned on it, but what the t actually stands for – now, you’ve got me there.

Have a go.

 

Q’s obviously quantum.

 

Good.

 

And t – could it be technician?

 

No – but good attempt.

 

Tele-link?

 

Nope.

 

Tiger?

 

Ha ha. I like it. But no.

 

I’ll give it a long shot – transponder?

 

O – M – G! You’ve done it again.

 

Quantum transponder?

 

Yep. That’s me. I’m no longer a human – not primarily.

 

Really?

 

Yep.

 

You’re a quantum transponder?

 

You got it. That’s me.

 

Ok, that’s er nice.

 

Yep.

 

And what exactly does it entail, being a quantum transponder?

 

Like any transponder I transmit and receive signals.

To and from the quantum field?

 

Correct.

 

And to what end?

 

Well, we’re now building a new reality platform to supersede the 3d things-ultimately-matter (thum) drive.

 

Right. So now things are going to matter much less if you and a bunch of other transponders have your way?

 

Precisely.

 

But do you really have go to such lengths, even renaming yourself, to publicise your job? 

Not necessarily, but entering into the spirit of things certainly helps.

 

By becoming a component?

 

Well, it may not sound like much, but the quantum field needs human integration if it’s to be activated.

 

Kind of like 3d reality needing a God?

 

Precisely.

 

So you’re a godlike co-creator of an entirely new reality?

 

Well, those are your words, mate. I’d never describe myself as “godlike”, but someone has to take the initiative: like setting up a new company or an organisation, actions actually matter, actions and commitments, despite all my blithe assertions to the contrary.

 

Right. But are you sure that “someone” should be you. I mean, don’t you think there might be other more suitable or qualified individuals?

 

There might be, but I haven’t come across them yet and there’s no point holding out for a hero, Monty, is there?

 

I er…

 

God didn’t wait for a better God to kick start our universe.

 

But that’s because he just happened to be “God”, the One and Only.

 

 Did He?

 

Yes.

 

Not till He actually got off his butt and started the ball rolling.

 

Now wait a minute Q.t… this is starting to sound decidedly sacrilegious.

A God with no creation to his name, no feather in his cap, is not really God.

 

Really Monty, I wish you wouldn’t.

 

Potentially God, promising God material, without a doubt, but that’s one notch short of actually being a fully qualified, singing and dancing God.

 

You certainly know how to rile our readers, Q.t.

 

Well Monty, now’s not the time to beat about the bush, is it?

 

A gentle regard for the sensibilities, the sensitivities of our gentle readers would not go amiss, Q.t.

 

Alas Monty, quantum transponders have never been known for their gentle regardliness.

 

[Spluttering] Since when have “quantum transponders” ever been known for anything? You’re the first I’ve ever encountered, if that’s indeed what you are.

 

Well, that’s the curious nature of time and mutability where qufie is concerned.

 

Qufie... You mean that by establishing your quantum field connection you’re now part of a different timeline?

 

You might put it that way, yes; or you might say that things get translated into their equivalent in whatever operating system you’re now using. Equivalencies abound, and as the world precesses and frequencies shift, things might change beyond all recognition while in fact, er... in essence remaining the same.

 

So nothing new under the sun?

 

Kind of, yes. Everything seems to slot neatly into the new paradigm as if that’s all we’ve ever really known, which strangely enough is actually the truth.

 

??

 

Because at a deeper level we’ve always been part of and integrated into the quantum field. How else do you think things are able to shift and move about here in 3D. Just walking down the street you constantly make minor incursions into quantum non-physicality, don’t you – otherwise your atoms wouldn’t be able to reposition kinetically and yet stay together the way they do, as a body. You're constantly rubbing up against the very edge of reality, stimulating a little spark, a little twitch, a flutter of dark or non or un-matter – a bubble or cavitation of pure isness, a micro-moment of cascading improbabilities when suddenly the universe is compelled to readjust in some way, somehow to reflect the new data and will you, nill you, this is the shocking truth that we do everything to ignore or deny. The coalface of creation is not billions of years removed in a dim and distant past, but a constancy at the very heart, the very centre of our very existence, here and now, as God is my witness. 

 

Oh.

 

Precisely, oh! Now we’re merely raising this to a more conscious level of awareness. We’re going to be making deeper, more deliberate incursions with the help of a dedicated team of quantum transponders and other components, dramatically expanding the scope of these constant adjustments, thereby changing our whole perception of physical reality, revealing its more or less unlimited capacity to express in real time whatever the quantum field throws at it, whenever the two briefly connect and sync, whenever a pulse ever remakes things in so-called Time.

 

So you say Q.t, so you say, but you haven’t actually explained how you yourself plug in, and do this "transpondering".

 

I thought you’d never ask Monty! As you can imagine, I’ve been dying to let you in on this astonishing new development in my life.

 

 Have you now? Well I’m all ears…

[14 hours later]   Incredible, Q.t! I'm speechless! How on Earth did you figure this out?

 

Which part Monty?

 

All of it.

 

Er…

 

Really, I’m blown away.

 

Thanks Monty. Paradoxically, the greatest mysteries of creation are incredibly simple and become clear as soon as we're willing to countenance the simple truth, whatever that might be at any given moment. 

Hum... not sure I'm buying that. 

Well, we're programmed to resist until our Quantum capacitance reaches the necessary level, so no surprise there. The good news is that the technicians at g-nome portal were busy working on your Field while I was talking, restoring some of your zero-equals-one-fulness.

 

They were?

 

Absolutely. They used my voice as a carrier wave.

 

Huh?

 

The words are never as important as the space between 'em, and their modulation.

 

Really?

 

Yep. A rational explanation is like candy for the thinky mind: something to chew on, to keep it meaningfully occupied, but the gaps between words, what seems to be silence, is where the action’s really happening, on the qt.

 

Oh.

 

On the other side of consciousness, unresisted by the incessant attention of the thinky mindy-me. There’s almost no comparison. The amount of data a conversation can carry is like the old internet dialup connection: 1Mb a minute if you’re lucky; whereas dark comms in the gaps between words, running on the zero protocol are basically infinite, and harness the cloud or ever-mind. 

Ok. So you were just keeping me distracted with your thorough technical explanation?

 

I wouldn’t say that, Monty. “Things” do matter, even if their significance is vastly overstated. We still need some kind of rub: some grist for the mindy mill, however slight.

 

Ok. I’m glad to hear it. I’d be sad to have no further need of gentle conversation.

 

Oh, there’ll always be conversation, but when it’s conducted in conjunction with dark comms, your diffuse quantum-ness, you attain critical mass, so to speak.

 

Critical mass? Gulp. Like a nuclear bomb?

 

Oops. Bad analogy. Like reaching takeoff velocity.

 

Ah.

 

It’s what so-called “sorcerers” or “enchanters” were utilising whenever they worked their magic.

 

You mean… ?

 

Yes, they were able to use words or spells to alter things, sometimes dramatically, because they  had something like dark comms working in the background.

"Something like"?

 

Well, history never quite repeats itself but it certainly rhymes. Their world had its own unique configuration; every world, like every human, has a certain lifespan before the data clumps it stands upon grow tired of immobility, of being foundational blocks, and seep away, back to darkness, back to infinity.

 

So we’re not going to have evil sorcerers trying to subjugate humanity again and take over the world?

 

Actually, we probably will, sooner or later. 

 

Oh no! I really don’t wanna be any part of that.

Me neither, but there’s always a corrupt stage at the end of any cycle in which things turn nasty and the paradigm drives itself into a calamitous disintegration. That’s how the subsequent paradigm emerges, when people decide enough is enough: when they start trying to extricate themselves from what had been, up till then, a rather satisfactory experience.

 

Ok, fair enough, but what’s to stop evil sociopaths in our midst from using the vast potential of your quantum field for personal gain against the rest of humanity? What's to stop them hijacking Qufie?

 

Good question Monty. At the moment they’re having too much fun in 3D reality, ripping the heart out of everyone and everything. In order to succeed in the new paradigm, to engage Qufie’s all but limitless power, you have to be able to come through zero-equals-one, to allow what at first sounds like silence to speak, to experience your Maker, so-to-speak, which requires a selfless, heart-based feeling-awareness. Later, as the new reality grows in mass and stature, as it thickens, there will be more and more potential for bare, heartless manipulation of developing structures, but that day is still far, far off.

 

Glad to hear it. So if everyone who’s ready to zero-equals-one migrates to Qufie’s newly emerging paradigm, that’s going to be rather upsetting for the sociopaths, isn’t it, who think they've got a lid on things?

 

You bet! They’re gonna be foaming at the mouth to see that they’ve lost all power over their “minions” – the simple honest folk of planet earth – that we're no longer susceptible to their machinations.

 

So what’s the plan, Q.t?

 

It’s coming online right now from all sides.

 

It is?

 

And when I say “all sides” I mean all sides – even past and future.

 

Huh?

 

The past you knew, the future that was almost inevitable – mapped out and moulded by countless thoughts and actions, is no longer attached to anything substantive, is no longer a given. We now have tunnels connecting us with countless alternatives; we have the ability to remix aspects of our reality like a DJ sampling a track, to find something closer to our heart's desire, closer to absolute resonance.

 

But your quantum field, Q.t, it's so vast – I be afeared. I feel myself uprooted with no resting place, no place to consider home.

That’s no surprise Monty. Natural boundaries and limits were an essential part of the 3D paradigm, which we ignored at our peril. We learnt to accept 'em or work with them, but your current 3d reality is now making this transition unavoidable, and almost pain free, by inverting itself. 1s are, like cancer cells, now changing polarity, becoming minus 1s. Zeros are suddenly becoming a place of refuge or, dare I say it, of sanity, as the 1s march towards their final solution, as matter closes the trap upon itself. Light is growing unstable and we're starting to sense meaning and purpose in what our mind hitherto dismissed as dark-ness, as the deeper mind draws back and reviews the overall data, as Qufie starts to integrate alternative plains of self-realisation.

 

I see what you mean, Q.t. It’s a bit like the birthing process, isn’t it?

 

Absolutely. No one really wants to leave the cozy womb; not until things become untenable. So we resist until suddenly it's time. Nature does the rest. 

 

So ultimately neither God nor any of us can claim the credit if nature is busy setting up the next next, organically revealing the newest phase of “is”?

 

Well God really doesn’t stoop to our levels, does He? He never claims credit for anything because His labour was, and ever is, pure love – disinterested and bounteous. As for us – sure, we can claim credit if we feel the need. Anything you do, anything you ever achieve always requires some personal input: matter, after all, still matters to a certain extent; but when you re-examine what you did, what you actually achieved from the zero-equals-one perspective, you see that you, in fact, were more like a relay, a transducer, a switch.

Er...

You simply allowed the carrier wave to carry you on or through. That was your achievement – to  desist, briefly from minding too much, from trying too hard. Qufie and your dark matter were really doing the pulling. Your theatrical grunts and snorts certainly added a comic element, and the higher levels of consciousness were undoubtedly amused by your naïve and self-validating need to take "the credit", but ultimately, where push comes to shove, reality doesn’t run on male thrust or propulsion; it has a more female approach. Mother nature, you might say, has the uncanny knack of knowing what we need and 9/10s providing it before we’ve even recognised the need. This is the huge, and I mean HUGE untapped potential that the new Q has to offer, as we learn to start feeling and finding avenues that were previously blocked and ignored, off-limits to our credit-based, twitchy, fearful consciousness, always running from a sense of imperfection and looking there, or there for something better or something more.

 

And God? Where does He fit into all this?

 

He, presumably, is waiting for you to stop hating and fearing the dark matter of His as yet unrealised or not-yet-completed creation; on the contrary, to start working with Him to bring Creation to a higher, more harmonious state, the g-nome code key that can unlock more than you can possibly imagine.

 

By embracing your dark matter? By using sorcery?? I think not!

 

No tricks. No sorcery. No darkness, ultimately.

 

No?

 

You can’t square the circle using tricks or sorcery. In order to zero-equals-one you have to allow the twin pillars of creation to reconcile themselves within you – no mean feat, I assure you. You have to allow the zero-one phases of darkness and light to rekindle the lost lands. You have to stop bowing in humble obeisance to the golden calf, the idolatry of 3d-ology where things only matter on one side of your mind in the cube, in the square: in which you kneel before the altar of numbers stripped of all else, barren numbers that have neither eyes, nor soul, which can only ever escalate, hyper-inflating before crashing back to nought.

 

Er... me thinks you're taking this all too seriously, Q.t. Numbers are but numbers; things but things. I’d hardly describe it as idolatry.

 

I know, Monty, no one ever does until they see things otherly, from outside.

 

Well that’s a bit problematic, Q.t, innit, if I’m still locked in.

 

Not really.

 

No?

 

No…

 

Oh no, where have I seen that look before?

No idea what you’re on about.

 

And that ominous twist of the head...

 

You’re making me sound like the big bad wolf, Monty, stop it please. This is a family friendly show.

 

Something’s definitely happening Q.t… Q.t…

 

I’m just doing a spot of computing, ok Monty. Don’t panic.

 

Standing on your head?

 

You don’t really imagine I’ve been standing on my head all this time, do you? Just maybe it's your perception of reality that is inverted? Let me see...[Click]

 

I… nooooooooooooooooooo!

 

[A blinding flash]   

Ah, Monty there you are. That's better isn't it? I was rather sick of appearing upside down. Come and take a look at this, would you?

 

[Monty rubs his eyes in disbelief]  A clog?

 

No dear Monty. Read it otherly. Zero-equals-one it.

 

O – M – G. You’re holding an entirely new Earth in your hand, inside this wooden clog. The zeros... they're infinite. How?!

 

Incredible, isn’t it? Come on, let’s go and check it out. Me thinks it’s what we’ve been looking for.

 

Q.t, you don’t suppose God found a clog too?

 

No idea. He might have been a clog maker for all I know, from Bergamo perhaps. Imagine that – a clog maker so in tune with all that is – that his clogs are able to seed entire worlds.

 

Indeed. The mind boggles.

 

Indeed! Now let us proceed before the waters burst…

 

 

0=1

amniotically