Have you ever seen a fractal before, my friend? They are pretty interesting things as there is one Pattern that may be quite simple but its also staggeringly complex as the more you zoom in the more intense it gets. People are like this, in my estimation. Why do I say this? Simple, I tend to have much less in terms of filtration than the average and when you blitz in the fact that I’m exceedingly gregarious mixed with a state that is intensely curious you’ll spot the Venn intersection that makes me ask whatever I wish then, nine and a half times out of ten, I get the answer which may just leave the other person wondering exactly how they got so open. I never really thought of this because anything you can do, off rip, is just taken for granted as the way it is but recently, like Stevie, I’ve been picking my Self apart. Here is what I found:
Fractal masks and the Souls that wear them.
Have you ever seen a Russian Doll before, my friend? They are pretty interesting things as there is one Pattern that may be quite simple but its also staggeringly complex as the more you zoom in the more intense it gets. People are like this, in my estimation. Why do I say this? Simple. There is the version of you you are with friends you know best and then there is the small slice you present when a stranger on the street says “Excuse me” with a look, quizzical. You know from social cues and clues that he is about to ask for directions and you’ll oblige him just in case you’re ever lost and need the same. Note, you will not turn around and spill your Souls deepest confession of the intense burden you’ve been carrying since back when that the geography teacher made a comment that caused much embarrassment and made your nascent talents to fold in and atrophy instead of developing. Why is this?
Fractal masks and the Souls that wear them.
Much like water to a fish these shifts are invisible but lets pretend there is some type of chromatic tint so the piscine in this example is, one moment, seeing red and then this shifts to orange instead and the rest. Your internal selves are just like this and now you’re aware you’ll be able to spot the context when it kicks. It may be reffed as textures like sackcloth or silk or any amount of things as its your inner realms. Each one will also have a habitual posture and method of breathing as well as facial tension level which, usually, is around the eyes which grip with their muscles as a hint. Spotting this means you see them which, in turn, reveals you don’t have to be them as what you are is that state I’ve termed the Witness that makes all possible in this realm. Congratulations, you’ve just taken your first steps in transcending the life of a meat marionette! See, we don’t really have moods. The more accurate ref would be to state we’re had by them hence the stressed parent who comes home and finds his child doth spill a drink and thus he yells at them for this and the rest of the stress the fractal fish had repressed instead of calling his boss an incompetent as he then clicks he overdid, shifts into another color octave, and attempts to compensate.
“Why oh why did they not teach us to navigate our inner realms as children?” I hear you yell. Better yet, why aren’t you sharing this with your seed as they’ll get it, super quick. The reason why they don’t is everything in this realm, at present, is corrupted to create good consuming citizens. Just smart enough to work the machines but not bright enough to click the true nature of the grift. Why?
Fractal masks and the Souls that wear them.
Have you ever seen someone grown and handling their biz get triggered and revert to a “But its not fair!” mindset of petulance? If you look closely at said events it really is quite telling as they’re mostly disassociated, time traveling in their heads and thus can only access the resources and level of intelligence from the phase mentioned. This is the mindset behind most of the comments online you’ve ever read and why its pointless to discuss as they don’t want to listen but be heard instead. Once again, like the fish, the shift in these waters is invisible to them because they lack Knowledge of Self. Getting back to what kicks at the start of this thread:
I be bopping down the strip in a state of heart centered bliss and I see something which is of interest. Now, in my mind, that particular combination of events, people and circumstance will never, ever happen again so I dip, ask what it was I wished to get and then keep it moving. I can’t even begin to count how many peoples worlds have flipped upside down and they’ve became a better version of themselves from said interaction as I may have asked “X” and they responded “Y” which brings a “Why?” to my lips and they, maybe for the first time, really stop and consider the color, texture and temperature of where their fish swims in the seas of consciousness and this process of reflection and introspection recodes the fractal and releases the real Self from the mask it was wearing. The thing that doth perplex is how few to stop to comprehend that they can do it again. They’re simply glad of an increased res that has gone from, say, Two Forty Ps to double this and never, ever question if Hi Def is possible or what truth lies beyond this.
I, personally, am on a quest to find the Truth, with capitalization. Not for you, phi me. The rest of this stuff is simply side effects of the quest because, I suspect, the grand thing is so intensely personable and ineffable it would be the AI equivalent of pooling the insights and resources of a billion blind men to describe a sunset. If we reigned that back a bit and used the same tech to, say, approximate perfect pitch for a tone def pleb you may be onto something. Say, maybe that is why the ones who take a single step are actually content. Hmm, I never really thought of this till I pushed the pen so thanks to thee, reading, for the inspiration to jot this missive and what it made me consider as I’d previously missed this.
See, the thing with a fractal is that it never begins nor ends so one can get dazzlingly complex and ridiculously simple as well. Its only when you click that the Witness makes this possible as its the viewer who views the viewing that you’re hit with the straight line in Tetris effect that changes everything because you could, on one spin, be zoomed into a tiny bit you believe is the all of everything then, next time round, you embrace the expanse and miss the details. On and on this kicks which I suspect is all the proof you need we’re inside a simulation that is powered by the flesh we’re wearing as it acts like a step down transformer for the consciousness it hyperconducts from beyond this realm and then filters through a set of expectations and programming that was penciled in, back when, and this leads us back to what I said about upgrading paradigms in a conversation as its just a question of recoding your internal OS to one of a better res.
What if there was a world, suspended around our realm, that was built of numbers instead? How would it communicate? Could we speak and listen? Might the golden ratio and the slice of Pi we all get fed be a hint of what truly kicks? Would that make this place a side effect? That, to me, makes sense because for an object to cast a shadow there must be a light shining upon it. Are we like the ignorants hemmed in Platos Cave who believe what presents due to a forced perspect and thus are entirely ignorant to the sun that shines outside of this complex and what its illumination says? Who can tell? Maybe the fractal masks are for the best, eh? They certainly keep things interesting because imagine you could convince a race of giants they were midgets instead then do the flip as both keep chasing different things and standards, externally set, to prevent them clicking they are that still, silent part in the mid that encodes and decodes the coherently collapsed creation of consciousness that is the fractal of which we take a small bit, invert then project and believe its the whole thing. Maybe this is why ancient civilizations all had a rite of passage in which they were bipped from one perspect that was developed since inception to a greater res as boys became men and girls were ladies, in full effect. Just think, in that realm you Knew, for certain, that whatever went down during this mysterious process you’d see a new world, afresh, and free from the previous constraint of consternation of which you were totally ignorant until you leapt ahead in res and latched in to another octave of the fractal. In those fields we had the village Shaman who made it his lifes work to refine this process as he kept on stepping in order to become better in tune with the unfinite as he helped maintain the voltage and resonance of the living bio-survival circuit that made up his tribesmen and women which, in modern times, has devolved into self interested politicians and crooked preachers seemingly hell bent on causing further and further fragmentation of what one is decoding as that sense of angst and stress, amplified, means more and more look to them for guidance and thus misses lifes most subtle gift that is ever present – awake on in bed, this life or the next – which is the state I’ve termed the Witness aka the true observer that generates the effect via his presence. You are it. Me as well. That is what bends the mind and leads me to think there is only ever one Soul in this realm and that means we each interact with figments of our imagination which is backed, real well, with the fact that ten peeps can meet one man and draw as many opinions on him as there are versions in their heads.
Mental, ain’t it? Oh, and that world of digits? It exists. Its called the internet…
Remember what I said about numbers? Well, a dude named Godel, back when, showed that in terms of maths (a field quite complex) you can’t prove the sketch from within the context and, wouldn’t you know it, human consciousness is just like this as well which means, ladies and gents, we’ve found another point of ref that implies correlation across the fractal in fields, disparate. Maths statements are, inherently, self referential and this, eventually, generates paradoxes that can’t be resolved using logic as its akin to placing the village idiot in a circular tent and telling him to sit in the corner till he becomes intelligent. Did you know the witches hat with its pointy flex was done to focus intent and we, in jest, place those on dunces heads to prove they’re stupid? Old tricks, new dress, eh? Some things never change but the view can and does shift so who is to say what is correct, in the end? Consciousness is set adrift in the same seas of ignorance as most don’t comprehend the waves are side effects and thus can’t be isolated and studied any more than you can extract a cats meow to figure out why it stops preening and stares at absolutely nothing that it tracks across the room before getting back to its biz. People on Ketamine and other dissociatives describe these loops and they’re the Self same thing as you clicking on a site you visit, then another portal you frequent before checking the updates on a third then doing it all again.
Maths is, in its essence, the basis of this realm and all thinking. Heck, even the tech we manifested at the present moment is based on 1s and zeros, dancing, which is the same as in and exhaling or a sun rising then dipping as well as so many correlates that its not even worth stating. Do the Knowledge, my friend. The business of digits is logic, in extremis, which is the main thing that makes us human, yes? I’ve said there are certain proofs, for certain, we’re living in a simulation and this may just be one of them, in retrospect, as maths paradoxes are akin to Zen Koans in which ones mind doth bend trying to comprehend the deep end as reffed by this pic because its designed to be beyond your current ken:
Which I strongly suspect is the same force I met that inspired the tele/microscope thought that was captured in this text and instead of looping the record I clicked to a higher resonance that was, all along, encoded within and you can comprehend this by pretending your favorite record has loads of variations that play depending on how your mood is you, one day, you may hear the drummer getting super funky whereas, on the next, the plaintive wails of the guitarist who was reflecting on his broken relationship and started freestyling in sync with the vocalist who, in another version, totally belts what he’d previously been singing. Did you notice how, deep down within, you felt some kind of instant resonance with this concept? Just like how you can tell, in an instant, where you sit on the scale of 1 to ten with the single digit being the wackest whilst double reps the best, firing on all cylinders, most actualized version of your Self. That is surfing the fractal, my friend, and its always an option as maths problems, in their essence, are philosophical ponderings calculated in numbers to point at a frame of reference which, once again, speaks of the seeker who is the seeking and sought, in one fell swoop.
Maybe we’re all loopy? Looking around you wouldn’t even need to question the proof of this statement as we’re like living hostages of an Escher print in a state I’ve termed living on the outskirts of your mind because, delving in, paves the way to either madness or enlightenment and, as far as I can tell, the chief difference is Knowing that this whole realm takes place inside your imagination or believing there is an “out there” without what springs from within but most certainly is not of this realm but is just visiting, wearing flesh, thinking shes Jane of House Smith until a dude with a baldie, fresh, upgraded her paradigm and then came home to push the pen and write this article he sent to the web along with the rest of his observations…
When I died, but before I came back again, there was a moment of ineffable resonance in which the very concept of being human was regaled to being a microdot in the small print of a contractual obligation that was rendered null and void via the gift of gnosis and what it brings. We all imperience this at night, asleep in bed, and this, back when, made me ponder what would happen if we dreamt in continuance with a whole nother life, nocturnal. After a while, how would you tell? What if thats the hint we’re inside a simulation? Don’t you want to know what exists beyond the fringe you were programmed to accept as a limit not to be tested? I was the type of jit to stick a fork in the electrical socket then come back wearing wellingtons and rubber mitts after researching the variables and upping my resonance before doing it again but this time I’d placed a step down transformer in the mid so the sizzle was less intense. Maybe that explains everything, eh?
If a fly flits across the skies of a stock exchange does it know or even care about the carnage being unleashed as the market dips? Could it decode the image on the screen of all the news anchors saying the same thing as people panicked due to factors that aren’t real (and thus don’t exist) having actual, palpable effects on the life they live? Kind of like ghosts, yes? Maybe thats what the cat was watching and us to them is the same as the fly – ignorant of the invisible world it dwells within. Like I said, I think about these type of things at a depth that is both simple and intricate ergo the resonance to math is Self evident because both use symbols that have ecosystems and, like Bruce Lee said, they’re pointing at greater things which is up to one to comprehend, miss or yell someone is giving them the finger when, in reality, its no such thing. A black mirror with a string of pixels, red, green and blue – repeated – made me laugh with amusement or wish to cry with boredom as the songs, praising, were the only thing available to ingest, back when when all the TVs had BBLs. That same thought grew into the concept that man cannot create a worm but makes gods by the dozen as we mistake symbols for what they ref which makes a much sense as going out for a five course meal then eating the menu with a grin. In that case the stupidity would be Self evident but if you were razed in a culture where everyone did and said “My compliments to the chef!” as they raved about what they’d ate you’d go along with it, yes?
Fractal masks and the Souls that wear them are surely a strange thing because reality is what you can get away with and I’m fairly certain that anyone who accepts we live in a realm that sells all the money thats fit to print (at interest!) then cries “Freedom!” must be some type of imbecile. How’s that menu tasting, my friend? Did you know your cells refresh over a stretch which means there is very little of you left from back when (beyond some “Ackshually” bits) and yet you are, undeniably, your Self. Its like when you meet someone you haven’t seen in ages as they can look totally different but you instantly recollect their innate vibration as your fractal decodes it in your presence. Stranger still is how you may dream or think of seeing them, at random, then it happens which hints at the inherent connection, everywhen, and how isolation is an illusion as the subtle elements are always resonant much like the palm and fingertips as each head affords a perspect, individual, but there is only one in the mid that clicks the whole pic. Ah woman, what a trip!. Before I dip let me leave you with this for some freestyle pondering:
“This sentence cannot be true“.
Well? Is it? “Of course not, says it right there on the tin” says one adept, with a triumphant grin. “Wait a sec” replies his friend “If it isn’t, then it is, ya underdig?”.
Welcome to the paradox of man. Tag, you’re it!
Till we meet again
