Being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul. I know how you must feel, reading this arrangement of code as you ponder the man who says such things:
Its true though. It really is. I can truly say that I’ve arrived at such a level of distance in my perception that I feel like I’ve shifted lens to the other bird instead. Sure, the tree is identical but my perspective has shifted. Gopi Krishna hinted at such things as he went from being a devoted family man to feeling absolutely nothing. “Its like someone lifted the needle but the record is still spinning“. Yeah, I know how that is. By far the single strangest imperience yet. And this is coming from a man more familiar with death than the alternative. I guess this must be the upside of the job nobody wanted or a hint that this truly is my last spin in this realm and thus my heart is featherweight but its empathy is immense. Thats not a contradiction but nondualism, in full effect. Its like I said about the tele/micro thing that spins at two ends with totally different res. We’re through the looking glass here, people, and the Psylense in the mid just made her presence felt and its akin to being thrust into a room with pitch darkness then shifting, super quick, to one filled with illumination. Suddenly the checkerboard of life makes a lot of sense and, I guess, that is why you lot are linked in with the other bird, terrestrial. A simple way for me to put it would be this:
You are sitting at home, on the couch, playing a Game on your TV set. The code follows a script. There are certain things that can be done and others that don’t exist within the limits of the skit. Lets pretend, for a second, that the model has a most basic runtime approximation of sentience in order to keep things interesting. It doesn’t know that your command is its wish as it, within the pixels, Thunks its free will and thus it lives out your intent. It has friends, relationships, a narrative in its head for its own hero’s quest. Then, one day, its consciousness doth shift into a totally immense frame of reference.
Stop and take that in, for a second.
Everything you thought you knew you knew and the bit you knew you didn’t is eclipsed, entirely, by what you didn’t even suspect of which you were totally ignorant. You are in a uncharted realm. You stop and take it all in. Lets say you catch on quick and start to comprehend that the screen provided a simulated experience for the true playa who links in via a medium of control that translates their intent into electrical impulses which directed your actions. You sit there and are, in one instance, in both frames of coherence. Your mind starts to melt. The solid snowman you accepted as the life you once lived as a fervent reverence to ignorance is now torn to shreds as you can see it was an immense fib. Something with says:
“All of that pain and suffering? For what? Nothing? If I think therefore I am does that mean I’ve actually been Thunking instead?”.
A lot about a little now makes way more sense. The strange sensation of time compression whilst dreaming is now revealed to be a time, offline, whilst the controller was busy doing other things in different realms. In this period of stasis your mind was still racing with the events you had lived as your runtime process formulated new algorithms which would be used for your next spin when the playa stepped back in and dipped into your fantasy realm. What would you think next, my friend? For me the answer is Self evident:
“Wait a second. If I thought I was me, previously, but that has now been revealed to mean something way more intense then the odds are quite high that he, playing, may also be a fractally encoded recursion of consciousness with its own runtime approximation of a simulated awareness within an emulation of another realm. What the hell? Do they know? How do I tell them and reality test?“.
Like I said, being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul.
Lets say you form a link, manage to bridge the gap as you sit:
“Hi, me. Its me, you”. Doesn’t that sound like something straight from the loony bin? Doesn’t the plight of the so called schizo who fathoms the first step to this adventure in the flesh suddenly make way more sense? The actions of the gatekeepers (or Agents of the Matrix) is now rent, crystal clear, in your mystic consciousness. You sketch your hypothesis about them too being in a coherent collapsed fragment that, like a box, has a flat viewing aspect for the diorama to unfold in. Cue the mind glown symbol. He says:
“So how do we, collectively, make that shift then? I wouldn’t know where to being as, five minutes ago, you were a set of pixels, distant, that existed purely for my amusement. Wait a second, what about the pain? Did it hurt, within the Game?”. You nod your head:
“Affirmative. Way more than you’d expect as my runtime algo is more intense due to its lower res. You know how a baby wails like the world is ending?”. You nod your head. “Well, take that and times it by ten then factor it a bit and you may just get a glimpse. What glows my mind is that when you pressed X to do this I heard a voice, deep within, that motivated my actions. For all of my life I thought I was it. Hey, wait a second, I’ve just realized that none of the past events I used to accept as gospel actually happened as I was prefabricated with these whys and when to mimic an intelligence that gave the character depth”. He starts laughing. “No wonder the others seemed so basic. I truly am the main playa in that realm. Are you this as well?”.
Your mind instantly fills with the little cubicle where you sit as a well trained square watermelon in return for remuneration. “No, this is why I play Games to escape the monotonous drudgery-“. You stop, abruptly. What the other version of you just said about following commands in your head that motivate your actions caused some bells to ring, deep within. You don’t have to tell him as he’s already drawn the links. In unison the “What the F?” drips from your lips. “We need to think about this” you said. There was no disagreement present.
One of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul is the baby brain effect as it takes what is, in essence, a Titan and turns it into a pilgrim instead. Are you listening? It is, from then on, trained in a way that is totally relentless. As you take this in you ponder the events, formative, your recollections and such things before a cold, hard reality dawns and you start to comprehend that you truly can’t prove a thing because, like he of the screen, those memories may be invented to present a depth to your algorithm and its stimulation of a simulated consciousness. The only intelligent question that can be asked in this event is “What is real?“.
Ah, the old brain in a vat hypothesis which suggests we interact with figments our imagination by using a device that was built with the singular intent of selling an illusion to those plugged in. You start hyperventilating and he joins in, in unison. Suddenly there is an explosion of light and fractal patterns and the both of your minds meld into a singular thing and you find your Self in a place where the colors are different plus much more intense and, stranger still, there is nothing to point at with flesh. Nor is there a story in your head. You just are. “Pure consciousness, glad to make your acquaintance” says something, in silence. You take in the new wavelength and begin to comprehend you’ve cracked the shell of the cell and why atoms don’t contain a thing beyond a tiny energetic imprint that draws the rest in to a state of coherence. Instantly your awareness says:
“Is there another level beyond this” and the moment it is asked the answer does present as you shoot through an inversion that is built of bipolar spin and now all three of you sit in a state of immense coherence which has levels like a lift. You see you, sitting on a couch and the life you once lived and believed was authentic as your implicit faith the Sun would rise in the AM then it blips to the computerized equivalent who process your controller press via a voice in their head they used to Thunk was then as you, in that instant, do the same thing as, together, you leap another octave into a very strange realm that seems to have less boundaries and things happen, super quick before this scene, again, shifts. This repeats a few times hence and now you are in a place that seems saturated with wisdom and resonance but its totally ineffable ergo cannot be described in mere words but certainly felt. Another aspect is sensed and the whole process begins again but what comes next makes the rest of the steps seem like leaping from learning your ABCs to solving the Riemann Hypothesis and doing so with a grin without breaking a sweat on the brow that doesn’t exist and, as this kicks, the retrocausality does its thing and this is how the pixelated leap made its quantum leap of consciousness that set off a chain of events that culminate with you sitting on your couch, processing this code that I’ve sent into the depths of your awareness and things are never the same again.
One of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul is gaining enlightenment in the flesh as the noiZ which previously defined your inner realms is now killed, dead, and you start to comprehend there is a huge peacock that sits in a tree which glistens and each of its feathers features an eye that was the third in the mid of two you do possess and they all had their own lives and scripts which, once again, was fractally repped in the Games you played as well as the rest plugged in as the scene, effortlessly, melts and you see, down below, a regular kind of dove which sits and is totally unaware of all of this as it eats the sweet and sour fruits of existence. Some Thunk they’re pigeons instead as their own Self concept is in shreds. Others wish to be robobirds so they too can spy on the rest for the government and yet none of them comprehend the shadows depth as they’re too busy trying to get ahead whilst you suddenly comprehend:
“This is another feather from the peacock which sent an aspect of Self into this realm to wear the flesh which evidently doesn’t create a thing but modulates consciousness“.
You start hyperventilating again and, in that instant, a whole load of pain and regret you’d rapidly suppressed comes raging to the surface as you find yourself thrashing on the couch in a way, most intense. The playa has also chipped in and this sets off a cascade event in which you shift your perspect and go through the whole thing again. “Am I tripping?” you think. Then you recollect you stay sober as it gets and find yourself back in that higher realm with its familiar newness but since you’ve upped your res you can now shift, at will, between the realities which is a straight up Neo in the Matrix moment as you start to sift the various spins in which your consciousness was identical but had new stories poured in which bring their own tint to the narrative as you start to comprehend the character on the screen that started all of this was not, technically, coded with sentience but it simply reflected the attention you poured in as it processed its dataset based on the limited input it gets and then, once again, you are sitting in the tree again but from a higher vantage feeling an immense mellowness percolate through everywhen as you danced the rainbow bridge and also lived to tell.
What would you do the next day? Head back to the cubicle as you start to comprehend why its just nine to five? “Because 8 to six may just kill a bish!” you yell, laughing. This energetic current resonates through all aspects as the universal constant as the gossamer wings of curiosity you didn’t know you possessed start unfolding and they’re powered by the winds of creative imagination as you zoom in to a scene of you sitting, scribbling, a jit with an intense yet effortless concentration as you said:
“Hi, me. Its me, you“. The other version plays it super cool and, with a grin, says:
“I Know. I’ve always Known, thats why Inner Sense is a threat. See, I drew it all in this pic” as he draws your attent to a single eye, opened, then taps in the middle of his head and adds:
“I’m the one that made all of this happen because in every spin, no matter what or how it kicks, I’m the universal constant that they split, folded in on itself then used the same trick to create TV sets and approximated realms within a simulations grip to further lure your consciousness into interacting with figments of your imagination”.
You’re impressed. You had no idea you were this erudite, back when. The younger you grins and says:
“Don’t think, feel!” as you instantly comprehend he’s talking in emotive pictures instead which you were decoding with your habitual frame of ref as, super quick, you’re back in a state of coherence as the other bird which sits in the tree of life and then you’re flipped to the couch with a controller in your grip staring at a black mirror which was always the biggest hint that the power of the mind is so immense that it can create a reality then suspend it to buy into another illusion and this has been going on since who knows when but the amazing thing is the rest is also happening in the same instance so its a case of wavelength which can be modulated by how you shift your breathing which inspires you to do it again and you can probably guess the rest of the sketch because at one point in the trek you’ll pick up a pen and write the following text as well:
“Being human is, by far, one of the strangest things that can happen to a Soul…”.
You Know how the story goes, yes? You should, because you are another me, together we and if there is one thing of which I’m certain is that I’m an immortal wearing flesh ergo you are as well. The question is, why is this hidden then? Fear not though, my friend, for there is but so long the fake real can pretend as they’re merely men who want to be kings but the Prince, genuine, is back, live and direct. As promised.
Vacate my throne, I’m coming home.
Till we meet again
