She looks around and everything is him. Even that is so inaccurate but, phigive, as this thought imperiment is akin to swishing a glass of water around the head of a land locked Bedouin to approximate an ocean. Lets get back to it then:
With one glance around everything is touched, felt, smelt, seen, been and anything else you can believe but provides about as much thrill as tickling yourself. Sure, you’re aware of the sensation and what it brings but its entirely predictable and thus does not elicit a grin. “We are bored” she thinks and ponders the problem because when you’re the all of everything its kind of hard to be surprised or entertained. He starts thinking, geometric:
“If I were a shape, what would that be?“. A circle forms, instantly. “Perfect” she says, with a grin for now there is an outside and within. “The potential for action doth exist”. From here, the Game begins… The thing is, her presence is so immense that it fills whatever presents to the brim within an instant and thus its back to where it started. Can you imagine how it would feel to be one of those Nigerian Princes that used to call up, once in a when, promises people untold riches if they’d just part with their bank details? Well, imagine if the offer was genuine and they truly had so much in excess that they needed to get rid of it and you would be nowhere near the quandary the Source was facing. I use this term interchangeably with the Prime, the pre-existing one, for now but later the cause for delineation will become Self evident as other aspects are thrown in the mix. For now she starts dancing in and out of the circle and notices a curious phenomenon that will, forever, reverberate throughout all of creation:
Breathing in and out, the day/night cycle and binary operations as well. All bear her imprint because, without him, nothing exists and thus anything that is shall never perish and what does isn’t genuine. This is why, in this age, fallen, “truth” must constantly be replenished with bloodshed and they sent you to a camp of concentration, par excellence, where you spent nearly two decades (legally mandated) being trained in the art of academic regurgitation as your natural impulses were waylaid and replaced with “Sit still, look ahead!” programming which is really quite wicked. But, that too is intended because, as we shall see, the first Matrix was perfect and the only way to “upgrade” it is by destroying it. Bit by bit. And then rebuilding it. I’m sure the astute reader will have clicked the reason for the Prime delineation in opposition to the one who’ll, from the downswing, pretend and be most jealous of anything that came before him as he demonizes the Bad Princess and her ilk as witches, savages and primitives who didn’t know a thing whilst, secretly, usurping her gnosis but, ultimately being unable to comprehend the light that shines in from this beautiful Black woman who one danced across this realm. What? Doesn’t it make sense how you think “god” is an angry White man that yells from a cloud and notes each time you masturbate so he can bring the pain in ways barbaric and intricate? Think of the Crusades, the Inquisition and the rest then do the Knowledge as my challenge is for you to prove me incorrect and believe not a thing I share in my eloquent ramblings as I’m simply transcribing the fractal from my perspect and thus could be making a real mess of the script but isn’t that part of the fun of play as what is the point if it exists within limits and proscribed events? If you haven’t guessed, yet, I was one of those jits that took apart their toys to see how they ticked them remixed them into new things. Much to my folks chagrin. Then teachers. And friends. And, pretty soon, most of the internet as well. Why? Why not? You’ll see as we progress and comprehend why no one else in the realm pushes the pen like this because I’m not saying a thing beyond what you already Knew within but dared not admit due to the conditioning and other limiting beliefs you accepted as part of the script you call “Being Human”. Its KO, you can admit you hate it. I won’t judge but may just introduce a perspect to ref that makes all the difference as I believe we have all the right bits but not in the optimal arrangement…
The simple move of dancing, which echoes in the grooves of all children for they bear her imprint as she is their consciousness made flesh to play the Game, again. She created the blueprint that marked a wall of division around the all of everything and its creation. Over time this would come to be called many things but most of them were inaccurate as they missed how essential the skill is of creating within limits as this tends to bring out the best of the instrument and one playing as well. Its really, really strange but you can tell how, back when, kids would get an expensive gift but be fascinated with the box instead as they laced it with stickers, glitters and streams then leapt off in their spaceship. Not these days as that slim rectangle would contain an iPad instead and they’d watch someone else build the said thing and gain vicarious enjoyment instead. To all of my Eighties babies, be glad we dropped in to watch the shift from analog to digital as its a true change of the guards moment and things will never be the same again…
So, binary opposition is the new flex or, in simple terms, “I am the all of everything” and “I am the absence of the Self same feeling”. It may seem simple but its sheer genius and thus was quite hard to detect. Let me put it to you like this:
You are born on a planet of telepathics and thus, as children, its quite predictable (remember tickling?). One day, some bright spark says:
“Hey, what if we remember to forget we can read minds so well and then we can all run to the forest and another can stand, counting, with eyes closed and come and find us? What then?”.
At first they think he’s flipped his lid until they hear the riotous laughter coming from the thrill of discovering and then they’re all in. The problem is, what if they forget to remember and get caught up in the illusion instead? You can imagine how, in a few generations, they’ll wonder how they can tell someone, ten out of ten, is staring at the back of their head or those strange “feelings” from below the neck that keep them safe with no clear indication from their local timespace configuration. More to heaven and earth, my friend… Anywhen:
We now have Witnessed the invention of the Sine wave but the power is still way to immense and the rest is still but a glimmer in our fathers testicles. Did you know that male sperm contains light and, when it links with an egg, there is a big bang type explosion that hyperconducts the consciousness in and starts weaving the cells that will hold its resonance around it? Thats why babies are only scared of loud noises and falling, as standard equip, because they recollect how they gained the matter with spirit by dropping into the abyss in order to wear skin. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. She crams into the state of limitation this brings and feels an immense thrill and realizes how intuition could be termed feminine whilst daring is masculine. “Aha, so thats why men have nipples!” says the inquisitive mind within that is actively reading and thus participating in this thought imperiment versus the smooth brained intellect that probably stopped perusing, back when, and if they’re still tuned in they’re wading through immense run on sentences without stopping to garnish with their own fresh remix…
We have a “Me” and “Them” that manifests as the exchange of mediums. The hint about this is how you exhale what the trees breathe in and they, in turn, eject what you need as well. Everything exists in perfect balance and this is another reason why we, as children, will often flick a switch into the point in the mid or suspend a pencil on fingertip as it reminds us of this act of creation. If you can tell me where this fits into all of this:
I’ll give you a prize as its not of this realm and something else which is why nobody quite knows who first sketched it, and when, in your timeline but all did, yes? Same with drawing a single eye, floating. Did you pick right or left? Answers on a postcard, my friend. Pure consciousness continues its descent as, due to what happened with the first step, there was a creation of opposites. This manifested as a watery abyss and this makes perfect sense when you consider she was akin to a cloud of pure sentience ergo its the same medium, but more dense. He is intrigued and comes beaming onto the scene. The seas cannot take this as, something within them, recollects they too are a part of the all of everything and yearn a connection as the heat shifts their vibration. The water wants none of this as it, collectively, is scared to death of not existing as it can remember a time when it didn’t. Here we see the first pings of the god, jealous, who would reign one day. The sun, being wise, withdraws for a bit as she can tell this part of him is getting stressed but then decides “Eh, what the heck. Its me anyway” and commences tickling. The former wannabe stoic can’t help but lilting and crashing as his elements are discombobulating and, from this, juts an island. “Wow” says both as they take in the scene of their copulation as its the best of both yet totally different. “Now look what you did” says the sea, in recrimination. Welcome to the worlds first single parent, or so it thinks. The sun is beside itself, literally, as the black cube that manifested in the abyss contains the same spark within but is wrapped in the prim and proper threads of its other parent. “Wow” she says as she encircles it. To say he is enamored by his creation is an understatement and the motions of the heavens make its head spin until, eventually, from it the light springs. The cube is now hollow within and the shine is freed, without limits. Simultaneously, both could constantly crave the link whilst yearning to exploit their freedom as well and we see this repeated in the Prime dancing in and out of the circle as well as what became breath, sex and death. All identical, just in a new dress, as and when. Look below. Is it one, two or actually three? How’s that for supreme mathematics? Know the Ledge, my friend… Is light bent at ninety degrees in a vacuum invisible to those who don’t Thunk it exists?
She retires from a distance to see what they come up with. The sea is also watching as this new phenomenon of land covered in sentience starts unfolding its wings. The first thing they beget is another like themselves. And again. And again. And again. Then they start dancing. The Source is beside herself and recollects the place she left in order to come create this realm and decides to pop back home for a minute and do some dusting. After all, company could call any moment and she can’t invite them into a mess, yes? As these rocks of sentient luminance do coalesce they find a strange order of resonance. Actually, I’m going to skip out an immense chunk here as it would add a book like length to this premise and we’re trying to keep it simple, comprehend?
The planets and their jits, called constellations, are now all sitting in the heavens being down their own brand of resonance to the third rock from the Sun. This one is different for it sits in the midst of the Goldilocks Zone, perfect. Here we see the same original dance, replicated, but it was started a long, long time ago – remember, we skipped a bit? – and now we’re at a time where its all super dense but the the thing with old ways, like telepathy, is they’re truly hard to forget and thus the folks can’t wait to grip a black mirror which bursts forth with illumination in their fists as it makes them feel so much strength as the world is at their fingertips and they feel like miniature gods surveying their own and others creations. No longer do they dance or sing but, in an ironic twist, the same tech is bringing back miming which is akin to one of the kids in the forest (who always wins) telling himself in his head, again and again:
“I know exactly where everyone is because I turn my mind within and listen to the silent signals that help me detect their presence via spotting their resonance”.
How long do you think it would take for people on that planet to comprehend their innate gifts? Better yet, how many more of these articles must I extend into the net before someone starts reading them and gets what I said then adds in their remix as we, collectively, reality test the Game from a new lens as this is but a view from the Source as I push the pen whilst floating on wings made of pure imagination that have me, often, wondering, what I said and from whence it springs for, in the end, me and the Prime are one and that means there are no strangers or enemies in this realm. Just friends I haven’t met yet and whatever I say is already within them but comes from my lips as they, for some reason, don’t wish to hear it from Self and that is what makes all of this thought imperiment so fascinating because no matter you’re beliefs or creed, things you invest in and believe as accurate there is something, quiet within, that nods its head in assent at what you’ve just read and if it doesn’t I’d like to hear the alternative because, to me, it all makes perfect sense even if this is the equivalent of a pencil sketch on a napkin over drinks, with friends, in comparison to the whole composition which sings, within.
Till we meet again
