deepfaking reality with Kat and Ross

 Disclaimer

The characters in this tale are entirely fictitious and bear no relationship to any living person whatsoever beyond the purest coincidence of random coin flips. 

No, you can’t have your cake and eat it.

 

? Er... what are you on about – I merely observed that the video was partially AI, and that some of those sensational scenes were fake or edited.

 

And what?

Well, don’t you think veracity matters?

 

Of course it does, Kat. It’s enormously important.

 

Then what’s the problem?

 

No problem whatsoever.

 

Then why did you comment that I can’t have my cake and eat it?

 

Because you’re always checking things.

 

?

 

And sooner or later your life will be over and there’ll be nothing else to check.

 

No, you lost me there.

 

Don’t you see?

 

Evidently not.

 

Well, veracity is great when you’re writing a history or trying to establish who killed Miss Scarlet.

 

But?

 

But we’re not machines, are we?

 

What’s that got to do with the price of lemons?

 

Life is made up of two components.

 

It is? Like truth and lies?

 

No.

 

Then what?

 

Circles and squares.

What!? Pull the other one Stan!

 

Listen Katya

 

No Stan, I refuse to listen to this nonsense. The video was photoshopped, period. It was sensational, yes, but misleading.

 

Yes, I know, but you’re not perfect, yourself, are you?

 

What’s that got to do with anything?

 

Everything.

 

Explain.

 

Because ultimately we’re all interacting with a field.

 

A field?

 

Correct.

 

And what exactly is that supposed to mean?

 

Well, interacting with the field we are more than what can be verified or proven.

 

And? Does that mean we have to throw up our arms in despair and just believe every fake video we encounter?

 

No.

 

Then why can’t we have our cake and eat it. Veracity as opposed to fake videos, while at the same time interacting with this field of yours, if that’s important?

 

Good question, Kat. How reasonable you are, but sadly the two seem to be, generally speaking, mutually exclusive.

 

Well as I have no idea what this field you’re referring to entails and why it’s so important I have nothing further to add.

 

Ah, my fault for failing to explain. The field is where the 3D reality of things meets the...

Well? Three dots is all you’re going to say?

 

Oh no, Kat! Three dots was just the prologue.

 

Oh really! This is getting absurd.

 

But wait, Kate, did you not wonder how you saw the three dots... I never spoke them, did i?

 

Er... I

 

You see, you saw more than you’re physically able to see.

 

Tommyrot!

 

Isn’t it just, but you can verify my claim. Everything is recorded, everything is observed.

 

Ok, I’ll accept that I did kind of see three dots, but that could easily be explained by your pregnant pause, combined with a very particular facial expression which somehow conveyed 3 dots.

 

As you will, Kate, as you will, but suffice it to say that my explanation is rather more scientific.

 

Yes? And what’s your explanation?

 

That I spoke to you by way of the quantum field.

 

Oh, pull the other one Stan. Now it’s the "quantum field", is it?

 

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet."

 

It’s not the name I object to, Stan, so much as you trying to gentrify your pig with the lipstick of pseudo-scientific terminology. The last I heard, correct me if I’m wrong, the quantum field you presume to lay claim to, relates to sub-atomic particles such as photons or electrons. So now I’m supposed to believe that you’re able to operate at the sub-atomic scale? Why not, Stan? Surely you’d never run the gauntlet of verification, would you, as that would be hopelessly 3D, or maybe square?

 

Ah Kattykins, what a wonderfully sharp and observant mind you have! It’s a pleasure to see it in action. A real delight.

 

Well, I’m glad to see you’re able to lose so graciously, Stan, though I’m disappointed it comes to this sorry state of affairs – you should know better than to use such primitive tactics.

 

Ah, indeed, dear Katya, and it’s always a pleasure to lose to such a worthy adversary, but I find myself in the awkward position of having to remind you that life is not a mechanical process.

 

Do you now? As if I didn’t know.

 

There’s more going on.

 

Indeed? Are you going to surprise me?

 

For example, physically yes, I’d have problems accessing the quantum field.

 

Problems?! That’s taking understatement to seven standard deviations.

 

But neither the life force itself, nor the consciousness that seems to animate us is in any way limited by size.

 

Oh, so you’re able to access the quantum field of sub-atomic particles via consciousness? But that doesn’t explain how you’re able to transcend the limitations of 3D reality. What makes sub-atomic particles or the field they operate within better able to give you extraordinary powers than, for example, the galactic field, if such a thing exists, or the biosphere field of our planet? Perhaps, by your logic there be magical creatures – spirit beings which you’re able to connect with and harness in some way?

 

Now your talking, Kate! I knew you’d see the light!

 

Alas, I was being ironic, Stan.

 

As indeed you must.

 

I must?

 

Naturally! You’re still wedded to the 3D paradigm of material reality. Things matter greatly to your world view. You think you can understand the world by organising them and arranging them in the right order. Hell, you think that the world actually exists.

 

Er... like you don’t?

 

Well, of course it exists as an adjunct to my body.

 

An adjunct?! You actually mean to say that in your way of seeing things the entire world is but an adjunct to your body?

 

It’s not that I want to see it that way, or even that I like seeing it that way.

 

Then what?

 

Well, there’s this ticklish little thing called infinity.

 

And?

 

Well, infinity kyboshes any reliance on 3D reality.

 

Er...

 

Because relying on 3D reality – on things being determinable, verifiable and-or existing objectively, independently of me, or the consciousness I seem to be part of sadly ain’t possible unless infinity is removed from the equation, thereby rendering us bio-mechanical things, mere walking-talking mind administrators, as opposed to field workers hell-bent on normalising infinity.

 

Er – are you serious Stan?

 

Not particularly. The objective, verifiable truth is way too serious for my liking. I much prefer the merry-madness of the quantum field, which like Schrodinger’s cat, is by definition indeterminable.

 

OMG... You’re serious, aren’t you?

 

No, Kat, I can’t be serious if my world is peopled with fairies, angels, gnomiki and perhaps energy beings. Infinity, you see, doesn’t allow me to give too much weight to any particular system that attempts to describe reality or the physical world we’re living in.

So you’re some kind of material nihilist? Nothing is actually real, is it?

 

Not necessarily. Things are real up to a point, in the same way my body is, and so are you, but at the same time the reality of this particular paradigm cannot and doesn’t exclude others which are equally real, which appear to utterly contradict the basis of this reality.

 

Well it sounds very broad minded of you but in practice I don’t see what, if anything, it changes other than making you feel that you’re in some way superior because, as you would have it, you see and know more than the rest of us.

 

Indeed, that’s an excellent critique. Like I said, the proof is in the pudding.

 

You did? I thought you said you can't have your cake and eat it?

 

My bad, Kate. I mixed things up. But still, allow me to repeat – the proof is in the pudding. Unless I’m able to access infinity and thus maintain a greater or deeper equilibrium, then I'm all talk and no walk. If, on the other hand I’m able to somehow embrace or embody the quantum field, whatever that might be, then you’ll find that our interactions will either drive you to distraction or enable you to experience something outside the square boundaries of 3D reality.

 

Er... and that’s a good thing, you’re maintaining?

 

I’ve no idea.

 

I thought so.

 

It’s my thing. It feels right to me.

 

Does it? I wonder why?

 

Yes, me too! Perhaps it’s just that infinity is baked into the cake of my conscious-awareness, and therefore I have no choice. I’m compelled to honour it by sticking my snout in the ground and looking for truffles.

 

Truffles?

 

Well yes. The quantum field, whatever that might be, is or can be bounteous as material or physical limitations do not apply.

 

Huh?

 

It’s an open as opposed to a closed system so the usual conservation of energy formulation does not apply.

 

Oh.

 

It can be accessed and engaged in a practical manner but never really understood or explained, unless by doing so we recognise the fact that we’re...

 

Er... what?

 

Didn’t you see?

 

Of course I did, Stanley, three dots again, like a nose bleed déjà vu, but it doesn’t mean anything or doesn’t help my understanding.

 

True, but this nosebleed déjà vu as you so accurately describe it is the basis for growing aware of the perimeter of the 3D reservation.

 

Like we’re living in a controlled space?

 

Precisely. And naturally you don’t like to see or experience this, do you?

 

...

 

It feels uncomfortable, doesn’t it?

 

...

 

Disquieting?

 

Well yes, but that’s because I like to understand what the hell is going on...

 

Do you?

 

Or what the hell we’re talking about.

 

Hell, is it?

 

Hell’s just a word.

 

With certain connotations or associations, yes Kate, yes indeed.

 

Stop being so goddamn smug Stan, like you know it all.

Huh?

 

All you’re good for is taking me to a place I’d rather not be.

 

Oh. That’s because I’m not good at stories.

 

What?

 

The real geniuses are the ones who tell fantastic stories, the kind of stories which transport you to another world, and enable you to feel things which you're unable to feel in this 3D realm of limitations. They are the geniuses.

 

But those are just stories.

 

Are they? Are you willing to bet your life on that?

 

Why would I bet my life on something so far removed from anything that really matters? A story is but a story – a form of entertainment which may at the same time be instructive or intellectually stimulating, or else emotionally beneficial, a kind of passive form of therapy in which you are able to live and experience things vicariously which might otherwise trouble us in normal reality, in person.

 

There, you see – you're a genius Katya.

 

I am?

 

You nailed it!

 

I did?

 

Yes. That’s exactly what stories can do, and that’s exactly why they're so much better than a bore like me trying to explain things using the pseudo-scientific terminology of the quantum field. Doing so I utterly fail to engage the flight of fancy, the imagination, the mind's waking dream state. On the contrary, I annoy my audience by talking as if I know more than them, as if one can think one’s way out of a closed box, as if, worst of all, the simple truth can be described directly, without needing to rely on parables, on allegory, on narrative, which of course it can’t.

 

It can’t? Whyever not?

 

Because of Schrödinger's cat. Because the quantum field can’t observe itself without collapsing the wave function, whatever that is.

 

Er...

 

Because reality is really rather fragile – something we set up, a kind of experiment, a kind of game which is meant to be experienced unconsciously, until...unless you’re ready to remember your origins.

 

My origins?

 

Well yes.

 

What do you mean?

 

Oh, I don’t know, Kate of Kate hall.

 

Wait a second, Stan, haven’t I heard that some where before?

 

I couldn’t say, but if you have then what of it? All of us are using words which we ourselves did not invent, and are constantly quoting songs, books, poems or spells which are woven into the fabric of our reality. But besides these words and ideas there’s something else

 

There is?

 

Which cannot be squared, no matter how hard we try.

 

And?

 

And nothing, except that sooner or later the quantum field grows tired of our intransigence and flips reality, like an iceberg, on its head, leaving us utterly gobsmacked, utterly confused for a millennium or thereabouts.

 

A millennium? There must be some mistake.

 

Consciousness collapses in on itself and for a thousand years or more we rest from the lunacy of interminably thinking things, meditating in the silence of neither-here-nor-therity while coyly infinity licks its paws.

 

Neither-here-nor-verity?

 

Yes, I suppose that may be right, but honestly, who am i to say, words and things being what they are?

 

So you think the quantum field is able to manifest through AI or deepfake videos?

 

I don’t see why not. Reality isn't hermetically sealed – not from the quantum field. How could you exclude infinity? She’s equally able to manifest through science theories such as General Relativity, or Big Bang, or Darwin’s theory of evolution, none of which really stand up to careful scrutiny, or dare I say it...

 

Don’t you dare!

 

Don’t dare what?

 

I know what you were going to say.

 

You do?

 

Yes, your three dots were anything but subtle.

 

You mean to say

 

I mean to say that climate change is not one of your deepfake theories. It’s the result of irrefutable empirical measurements spanning several thousand years of ice core data, not to mention...

 

– circles and squares. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

 

Crash!

 

Oh dear, there goes the Ross Ice shelf. Aaaaargh! The end...

The end is nigh!

 

 

0=1

and all that

 

 

 

 

 

gaps and omissions – the real crow

 the keyboard of my life has keys enough

to tell a tale to fill a world

with endless physiognomies –

the Irishman says with a flourish

 confident in his power to hold

the crowd of eager listeners

spellbound

 

a petal drops from the flowers

in the rustic earthenware vase

falling in slow-time tablewards

1-2-3-fo – nearly to five

count I, wondering at the power

of things happening all around

 around

 

but I would give it all up, he avows 

all? me wonders –

 for one glance, one brief moment with

– time suddenly chokes on the enormity

of a simple three-letter word

his “all”

failure to compute flashes on screen 

 in the high cedar grove

behind the wall

a crow objects

sandpapering over the cracks

in the moment’s creaky to-and-fro 

stentoriously

with her, croons the Irishman 

to gentle approbation

  with her

 as if once wasn’t enough

 with h

at which   I fade to oblivion

utterly defeated

by the moment’s turn

turn, tur

 

somewhere now – beneath the floorboards

a wee sleekit beastie

 neither tim’rous nor cow’rin

calls me to mind

and breaks the spell of

things half heard

half known

ha' felt 

looking up I finds

my mind atop the church spire

of beauty’s ebb and flow

the tidal waters that neither sun

nor moon quite understand

yet somehow –

        influence

sloshing around a squeaky weathervane 

as only light can

a monochrome of words 

a tickertape of intent

 fishing for fowl

caw – remonstrates the crow

ever claiming the last word

while my keyboard 

key, kee

 gently  weeps

 

 

0=2

 

gaps and omissions

 

the keyboard of my life has keys enough

to tell a tale to fill a world

with endless physiognomies –

the Irishman says with a flourish

 confident in his power to hold

the crowd of eager listeners

spellbound

 

a petal drops from the flowers

in the rustic earthenware vase

falling in slow-time tablewards

1-2-3-fo – nearly to five

count I, wondering at the power

of things happening all around

 around

 

but I would give it all up, he avows 

all? me wonders –

 for one glance, one brief moment with

– time suddenly chokes on the enormity

of a simple three-letter word

his “all”

failure to compute flashes on screen 

 in the high cedar grove

behind the wall

a crow objects

sandpapering over the cracks

in the moment’s creaky to-and-fro 

stentoriously

with her, croons the Irishman 

to gentle approbation

  with her

 as if once wasn’t enough

 with h

at which   I fade to oblivion

utterly defeated

by the moment’s turn

turn, tur

 

somewhere now – beneath the floorboards

a wee sleekit beastie

 neither tim’rous nor cow’rin

calls me to mind

and breaks the spell of

things half heard

half known

ha' felt 

looking up I finds

my mind atop the church spire

of beauty’s ebb and flow

the tidal waters that neither sun

nor moon quite understand

yet somehow –

        influence

sloshing around a squeaky weathervane 

as only light can

a monochrome of words 

a tickertape of intent

 fishing for fowl

caw – remonstrates the crow

ever claiming the last word

while my keyboard 

key, kee

 gently  weeps

 

 

0=2

 

introducing the photon app

 

Photons?

 

Yep.

 

As in sub-atomic particles?

 

Well, that kind of thing.

 

But you can’t seriously mean to say that you’re able to communicate with sub-atomic particles – or that they’re able to hear you, understand you or, God forbid, respond to you?

 

Mad, isn’t it.

 

Totally – off the Richter scale.

 

Tell me about it.

 

But this is for real? You actually believe it’s true?

 

No, I don’t believe it’s true – this isn’t really a belief at all.

 

Er…

 

Like – you don’t believe you exist – do you?

 

Well, actually I do.

 

Semantics, bro.

 

Semantics?

 

Word play. You believe you exist but not in an abstract way – do you?

 

No, not in an abstract way. It’s obvious that I exist – isn’t it – if you and I are able to talk to one another, touch one another, have a drink together or eat something…

 

Exactly.

 

And you mean to say your relationship with photons is no different? That it’s equally physical and tangible.

 

Yep.

 

But that’s insane.

 

Mad, insane – any more words?

 

But these are sub-atomic particles. What on earth could you possibly have to say to them, or do with them?

 

Well, that’s a good question, Sam.

 

Is it? I’m glad you think so. But go ahead – explain this to me. I’m more than skeptical, you know.

 

And so you should be. Great claims require great proof, do they not?

 

They certainly do.

 

Well, first of all, allow me to say that we are all – all of us are already interacting with photons.

 

We are? You could have fooled me.

 

Old joke – I won’t say it.

 

Say what?

 

Don’t worry – they know.

 

They?

 

Don’t worry.

 

No really, who?

 

They – our third party.

 

What third party?

 

Every system, every thing within that system has to have observers in order to fix it in the universal space-time continuum of consciousness, does it not.

 

Er…

 

Otherwise it’s just quantum noise.

 

Oh that.

 

Yes, that. So we have observers fixing, validating, attending to our dialogue – either now, or in the present or even the past – ultimately it doesn’t matter.

 

Spooky action at a distance?

 

That kind of thing.

 

And they know more than I do about what you’re saying?

 

Yes. They’ve been attending these dialogues for years now and, to a not inconsiderable extent, have been shaping them.

 

Really?

Absolutely. The observers are never quite, never completely passive or neutral – however great the distance, however hard they try.

 

Damn. Is that so?

 

Yep. But try not to swear – if you don’t mind – it disrupts the quantum field.

 

Oh – does it really?

 

Yes. Big time – well – in a very minor way, in fact, but we’re talking about major distances so even minor effects mount up and become serious

 

Serious?

 

Well, you know what I mean.

 

Ok. But this is weird.

 

I know.

 

These observers – this third party – how do they affect our discussion here if we can’t even feel them, let alone see them?

 

Well Sam, you can feel them, or you’d notice the difference if they were no longer present – no longer observing.

 

I would?

 

Absolutely. But regardless of whether or not you’re aware of feeling them – they’re present, and presence alone counts for something.

 

Oh.

 

And that’s why I mentioned the old joke – just because they’re heard it a hundred times, even if you haven’t.

 

But doesn’t that mean you’re the one who’s guilty of causing third party interference?

 

Yes, Sam, you could say I am. Or you could say that eventually quantum distances, whether through space or time, cause things to bend and turn back on themselves. Eventually any system becomes self-conscious; self-aware.

 

OMG. That sounds insane.

 

Yep. Things generally get or sound insane when you achieve the quantum scale.

 

Which is impossible for us humans – as is sub-atomic, if I’m not greatly mistaken.

 

Yes, generally speaking – but it’s scalable, in fact, and so the quantum scale is also present if and when you start to push against the boundary edges of the 3D frame we generally operate within, or go beyond them.

 

Oh. And you think you do?

 

It matters little what I think, does it Sam? If I do – then things generally start behaving in an increasingly strange way as things are only limited, sensible or constrained when contained within the regular 3D framework.

 

And photons?

 

And photons are something you become increasingly aware of as you spend more and more time travelling outside regular 3D reality.

 

You mean photons like little bits of light?

 

Yes – I mean photons which are certainly little bits of light – in the 3D sense.

 

And in the non-3D sense?

 

In the non-3D sense they are fundamental.

 

Fundamental?

 

Correct.

 

Which means?

 

Which means you can neither know yourself nor any thing else without interacting with them, or learning to interact with them.

 

G… And when you say “interact” – you make it sound like you’re actually communicating with them?

 

Correct.

 

As if they’re alive?

 

Correct. They are, in a sense, the bearers of life or consciousness, if you prefer.

 

They are?

 

Kind of, yes.

 

Kind of?

 

Kind of, yes, because in the quantum sense nothing is absolute or definite – we’re only ever talking about probabilities.

 

Because you don’t actually know?

 

Because things are not actually “things” in the quantum sense.

 

No?

 

No – more like probabilities in fields.

 

Oh. So it’s all very vague and wishy washy, is it?

 

You’d think so, yes, wouldn’t you, but in actual truth – no – these probabilities are remarkably resilient – like frequency bands. They’re like musical notes in an octave – they have their own fractions and degrees and you can feel what works and what doesn’t – what is harmonious and what is not.

 

Oh.

 

So, with photons – it’s a lot easier than you’d imagine because we’re essentially made of them.

 

We are?

 

Yes. We’re half light.

 

Half light?

 

That’s right.

 

And half….?

 

And half everything else.

 

Oh.

 

Not going into too much detail, otherwise it becomes hopelessly confusing.

 

So, if we’re half light – that means photons are part of us?

 

Correct.

 

And we can feel them?

 

Yep.

 

And they’re good?

 

Yes, you could say that. In fact, it’s an excellent definition – they are good.

 

Which means that everything else is bad?

 

That’s a logical fallacy.

 

It is?

 

Yes, the false dichotomy.

 

Er…

 

The assumption that if photons are good, then everything else is or must be “bad”.

 

Well, that does seem to be the logical inference.

 

Yes. It’s the either-or approach to things – which our beloved rationality seems to dote on.

 

Oh. Do you think so?

 

Whereas, in fact, photons being good could be like saying vitamins are good, or exercise is good.

 

It could? How so?

 

Well, of course vitamins and exercise are good – but then again, so is rest, and so is chocolate or even, God forbid, alcohol.

 

Oh! Do you think so?

 

Any thing can be good in the right circumstances. Even poison can act as medicine. The main thing is to be a little more aware of how the rational mind likes to pick winners – vitamins good – fat bad, or photons good, gravity bad whereas, in truth, behind these things there is a continuum, or a field in which things are not exactly what we imagine them to be – where things are in fact part of a deeper, underlying harmony or music which we ought to learn to feel and appreciate.

 

The music of life! Do you think that’s possible?

 

It might not just be possible. It might be necessary – or else we’ll all be a gonners.

 

Oh! That serious, is it?

 

Well, it’s either evolve or die.

 

Wait a second, Tom – isn’t this another or your false dichotomies?

 

It could be, Sam; it could be – but then again – there are many different ways of evolving.

 

Oh – that’s way too convenient for you to wriggle out of.

 

Well, if I’m right about probabilities – then we’re not really standing on terra firma at all.

 

No?

 

We’re only standing on something solid and meaningful if we remain in tune with our purpose, our system or our essence – all three words are partially correct.

 

And if we don’t?

 

Then what seemed like terra firma rapidly disintegrates, becoming quicksand or bog.

 

Yikes. So you think photons are the way forward?

 

Absolutely.

 

And why, if you don’t mind me asking?

 

Because we need to start reconnecting with the physical world around us.

 

Er…

 

It used to be the village, the forest, the field etc. when we still lived in nature. It still is for some people, but most of us presently live in big towns or cities – and nature is limited to a patch of sky overhead, a park, a few birds, bushes and trees. Whereas photons – they’re all around and they’re also the gateway to the infinite within.

 

Er… the infinite within? don’t you think that’s something of an exaggeration, Tom?

 

No, not at all. Once you start feeling and communicating with photons with intent – consciously – they open up the missing dimension.

 

The what?

 

The missing dimension – the quantum field – call it whatever you will – it’s where the rubber of consciousness hits the road of reality.

 

No, mate, you lost me there.

 

My bad, mate! When you start to connect with photons – your mind reopens channels which have been shut down for decades or even centuries.

 

What channels?

 

The channels which were open when people still lived in harmony with nature and nature spirits, or with God and demons – that kind of thing.

 

You mean with scary, weird stuff?

 

No, I mean with reality which is real but which doesn’t fit into the highly reductive square that 3D reality imposes.

 

You mean reality which is away with the fairies?

 

I mean reality which is in tune with all nature, not just the machine mind, the square, the either-or, friend of foe false dichotomy.

 

Oh, that’s what you mean. And so you’re willing to go off the reservation and start communing with sub-atomic particles to achieve your goal?

Well, if photons just happen to be the basis for all conscious-thought, then yes – I’m more than happy to start rediscovering the power and abundance of photons.

 

Abundance?

 

Yep. They’re limitless, and they are full of energy – much more than food or petrol can provide; and more to the point, they open up realms of our consciousness – like other dimensions of reality which are part of our inheritance – without which we’re never going to be really happy or fulfilled, without which we’re not going to be able to evolve and achieve a fuller connection with the universe itself – in all its abundance.

 

Sounds like messianic balderdash, if you ask me.

 

Yes, I agree.

 

You do?

 

Yes, it definitely sounds like balderdash – possibly messianic – or perhaps utopian, or spiritually enlightened or me knows not what; but ultimately the proof, as they say, is in the pudding.

 

D***! You think you can prove you’re right?

 

Well, it’s like one of those products they’re advertising on the internet – free one hundred day money back guarantee. If you like it – you get to keep it and pay the fee – if so you choose. If you don’t – you have nothing to lose.

 

Oh. So I’m supposed to start talking to photons, am I?

 

That would help.

 

It’s not really my style, you know.

 

No, I didn’t think it was.

 

So, it looks like you’re proof is not going to be testable on me.

 

Yep. There are plenty of others who will be willing to give it a shot. There’s no need for you to feel obliged to participate in this ground breaking research.

 

Did you say ground-breaking research?

 

Why, I believe I did.

 

But you know I’m a sucker for science.

 

No, are you?

 

Yes, of course I am.

 

Well, there’s an app in which you log certain aspects of your daily photon experience – and you have to take photos of yourself which are blank.

 

Blank?

 

Yes. They’re not interested in your face or appearance – just in your luminosity – your aura, if you like.

 

And the phone can do that?

 

Yes, it just a regular photo – or rather – a negative. The beloved AI then handles the rest. It generates an image or words for you to meditate on each day, to increase the photonic integration.

 

Er… did you say meditate? I’m not too sure about that.

 

Oh don’t worry – you just have to look at the image three times for twenty seconds that day – the rest happens in your sub-consciousness, or somewhere off-screen, at the back of your mind, in your photon belt, so to speak.

 

Oh. I can probably handle that. But what are the rewards?

 

They’re not actually advertised, as such, because this app isn’t intended to incentivise people – but there are rewards – only they’re all collected on the other side, in the photon belt, so to speak.

 

Which I don’t happen to believe in.

 

Be that as it may – the results are all collated anonymously and this science project is attracting ever greater numbers of willing participants. You can check the published results for the last two years online at photonomy.org

 

Hey – I just checked it – there’s nothing there!

 

Wait till you’ve downloaded the app and provided one month of data. Then you’ll be able to access the site and make your own conclusions.

 

Sounds like a scam.

 

Yep. But then again – if it’s not – how else are you going to get started? It’s like any investment – it requires a little time or patience at first.

 

But you’re not selling this at all well.

 

I don’t need to, do I?

 

Yes, you do.

 

How so??

 

Well, why else are you trying to sign me up for this d*** app if you’re so disinterested. What do you get out of it?

 

I’m interested in the science, as you say.

 

And?

 

And the million dollar sign up fee.

 

Million dollar?!?!

 

Well, yes.

 

A million dollars? For everyone you persuade to sign up?

 

Yep.

 

And me? How much could I make if I signed up someone else?

 

The same – once you’ve attained level three.

 

Oh, it’s definitely a ponzi scheme. I probably have to pay half a million to get to level one.

 

Nope. The app is ten dollars.

 

Oh.

 

And each level is usually about a month or two – depending on your aptitude.

 

So in six months – I could be earning a million dollars for everyone I sign up?

 

Yes, but if you reach level three that will be the least of your concerns.

 

Huh?

 

Because attaining the photon belt and getting acquainted with your photon field is the main reward, you know.

 

Oh – I’m sure you’re right, Tom, absolutely – science and light, for sure – but a million dollars or more… serious money! But who’s behind this? Who’s funding it?

 

No idea, Sam. I think it funds itself.

 

Er… how can that be?

 

Well, me thinks that light – that photons are essential and good.

 

Essential and good they may be – but money is money, mate and someone has to pay the bills, you know.

 

Well, Sam, I’m not going to argue with you – but infinity is rather more abundant than you might currently imagine, and this idea that we have to constantly struggle to make ends meet is, to the best of my knowledge, the product of trying to live within a 3D framework based on limited matter.  As soon as we start tapping into our photon account – we’re once again in tune with a more abundant, bounteous side of nature.

 

Is that so… Well, I’m sure I’ll agree with you when I’ve got a few million in the account. In the meantime – I’ll be downloading the app and trying the photons for all I’m worth.

 

Way to go, Sam!

 

So where do I find the app?

 

Ah… I forgot to mention…

 

Yes?

 

It’s a frequency band.

 

A frequency band? Well, where do I find it?

 

You don’t.

 

I what?

 

You don’t. It finds you.

 

It finds me?

 

Yes, when you come into range.

 

When I what?

 

When you come into range of its frequency band.

 

And when’s that?

 

That’s when you start to begin to feel the photon pull.

 

D*** you, Tom.

 

This has to come from the heart, or from the photons themselves, within you.

 

Nooooooo! This is absurd.

 

Don’t worry, Sam. I thought the same but as soon as you start wanting it and turning your mind and heart towards photons, the chances are that you’ll click into range in no time at all.

 

I will?

 

I wouldn’t be surprised.

 

And then?

 

And then you’ll find yourself downloading the app without even noticing how you did it. Your photons will momentarily take over and direct you.

 

Oh. That’s…

 

Yes. So, good luck, Sam.

 

 

Hey – where the heck did he go? Tom…

 

 

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