Alternative Universe: A Haven from Heaven

Alternative Universe

A Haven from Heaven

 

 

I need to pick thy brains,” Rupert announces to the shaman; “On the nature of the matrix.” He waves a ruffled sleeve at the flames. “Take this electromagnetic substance called fire, for instance. We’re agreed that it’s a form of plasma, aye?” The shaman nods as they stare at dancing flares of infralight. “The fourth estate of matter,” he agrees. “Like electricity - the most excited vibratory state of chaotic order that intermingling vorticles can customarily maintain for any length of time in a three dimensional matrix. Vortexes,” he amends, and Amber catches his eye as she nestles beneath the wing of his overarching arm. “There are more than four states in which matter can form,” she informs him. Rupert inclines his brow in her direction. “Of course,” he agrees with an amiable leer. “There are Bose-Einstein condensates – that means there are five elemental states…”

 

“And more,” Amber avers. “There are also condensates of fermions, and…” The earl interrupts her again as his eyes crinkle with faint surprise. “Let’s get back to that later,” he insists. “The heretic you’re sitting next to has developed some more basic but nonetheless interesting ideas…”

 

“They’re really just extensions of classic theories,” Ram’yana objects. “Supposedly outdated ideas that have…” The earl interjects once more; “He calls the nodes that atomic nuclei occupy ‘vorticles’, Rupert explains, “and insists that so-called ‘protons’ and ‘neutrons’ are made up of the same beasties as what we call electrons, simply arranged into certain specific geometric patterns. He maintains that particles are actually nothing at all - just spinning vortices of aether – and that matter is continually being spun from nothing.”

 

“The aether could hardly be called ‘nothing’,” Amber objects. “The aether is everything.” She crosses her legs when Rupert’s eyes follow the long lines of her slender curves. “Ah,” the earl says as he nudges the shaman in the ribs. “You seem to have found a willing convert…” He continues before Amber’s downcast lips can form another objection; “He says that each particle – pardon me, vorticle – is a tiny mirror of the entire macrocosm, of the entire universe…”

 

“It’s in the nature of a hologram,” the shaman insists, “that every part contains and refracts the whole. As the universe is a hologram within a multiverse of holograms, each tiniest part must contain an image of the whole; as the poet said, infinity resides in each grain of sand and every drop of water...” He holds the hashish up in the firelight before sniffing the chunk judiciously. “Local,” Rupert informs him. “But they do a pretty good job around here these days – they don’t use acetylene baths or anything like that any more; Dutch water method…” His eyes follow the sparks up to heaven and he stares at the slowly wheeling stars.

 

“Where were we?” he asks the Pleiades with serious intensity as the crowd bursts into a spasm of guffaws. “Oh yes - to say that everything is a mirror maze within a mirror maze is a rather narcissistic view, surely?” The earl’s inquisitive declaration is emphasised by an eloquent flourish of a silver-ringed hand. “But I suppose we’re all looking at reflections…” He mimes the act of holding a hand-held mirror to his face and peers through the imaginary looking glass at the pink-rimmed stoned eyes of the oriental woman; “…and amusing ourselves with stories…”

 

“We are all reflections and refractions of each other,” Amber murmurs as she slides against Ram’s side. “Everything is mirrored in everything else – it is surely obvious that…”

 “Indeed,” Rupert interrupts, nodding as he slips the imaginary mirror into his jacket. “But I wish to discuss something else entirely – hear it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak…” He winks at the shaman prince and flips a cigarette into Ram’s hand. “Please use this,” he insists. “I can’t handle rollies with hash any more; it’s a taste I’ve unacquired. Don’t look at me like that,” he frowned. “At least I didn’t say a ‘horse’s ass’.”

 

“More of a cross betwixt horse and donkey, I suppose” Ram’yana mutters as he crumbles the hashish into his palm. “A mule, if you prefer.” Rupert’s eyebrows rise with the corners of his moustache. “A fertile hybrid, from what I hear,” he observes while the shaman stares into Amber’s eyes. “How many sprogs hast thou sired to date – or does the easygoing Lord’s Deathwatch have no idea?” Ram turns to face his insouciant smile with a carefully neutral expression.

 

“Never mind,” Rupert laughs, flinging a packet of king-sized papers into the shaman’s lap with a flip of his wrist. “I shan’t compound thy embarrassment in front of thy lady – back to my query, dearie, before it sails right out of my mind. Ye reckon that the quantum foam – you know, the infinite sea of possibility – is continually twisting between different time streams and universes, and these ‘vorticles’ of yours only manifest here at certain stages in their multidimensional rotation?”

 “Aye,” the shaman nods. “And when they’re arranged in certain configurations – internally symmetrical Pythagorean solids, for instance…”

 “…they manifest as what we laughably refer to as atoms, yes, yes, I’m aware of that; parts of thy ‘vorticle’ theory have been expressed in similar ways by others over the last century, as I’m sure thou art aware - but does that not imply that gateways to other dimensions and alternate realities exist everywhere?” Rupert fingers his moustache. “Canst the connexions be tweaked, dost thou think? Can we focus the innate proclivity of the energy field to take us to other places – other timespaces?”

 

“Aye,” Ram repeats. “The theory is partly designed to explain my ongoing observations of such transmigrations – and of our continual unaware participation in them; we shift universes all the time without noticing. Focus, concentration and tuning can deliver specific results; but an individual’s transition to a parallel material plane more commonly occurs only in moments of extremis, or at specific locations in timespace. Focus – and a new locus - can also be achieved by creating a tuneable lens, of course…”

 

“Like a Tardis,” Rupert nods, “or a flying saucer-shaped lens - or a correctly charged and aligned magic circle or sacred site. People have been known to do extraordinary things in unplanned moments of death-defying ingenuity - but do ye claim that we can make the transit voluntarily?” 

 The shapes and images that Rupert describes flit through Ram’s mind as the earl speaks their names amidst an abounding field of synchronies. The tripping shaman watches the world in his peripheral vision and listens to the responses of universal consciousness, manifesting as interpretable words and interpenetrating sounds in reaction to their conversation. The thought-forms evoked by the earl’s magically mundane syllables circle the stoned gathering and alter the course of the orator’s spiel. “Let the rich bastards have their bases on other planets,” the dreadlocked preacher declaims. “Let them all piss off and leave Jah’s good green Earth to the sons and daughters of men and women…”

 “Gaia’s Earth, you mean,” yells the same woman who’d earlier cried out an objection. “Ah, the Great Mother Gaia - the first of the titans,” the performer declares with another sweeping bow. “And you know how the gods conquered their titanic rivals and left them to rule over the planes of limbo …”

 

“Remember the fifth state of matter,” the shaman states as catcalls deride the speaker’s summation. “You can’t see the sap for the trees!” a heckler cries. Rupert laughs. “As in earth, water, fire, air - and spit?”  he enquires. “Or is life the fifth element?”

“Aye,” Ram’yana agrees. “And the lens,” he declares as his fingers squeeze hash and tobacco together. “The all pervasive consciousness that brings the rest into focus; and in the fifth energy state all particles achieve simultaneous resonant coherence…”

 

“Ah!” Rupert claps his hands. “Of course – we return to the infamous Bose-Einstein condensate – and to lasers and masers! But can a living being achieve such a coherent state voluntarily?”

 

 “Voluntarily?” the shaman echoes. “Aye,” he replies, “Everything is alive, and we transmigrate all the time; almost every single night we transform our location in timespace and emerge into a completely different continuum. Whenever we pass beyond delta-wave deep sleep - when all thought stops and we drift to the centre of the cyclone – we merge and emerge into a different universe.”

 Ram’yana marvels at the way the words trip from his tongue, fully formed and readily present with a will seemingly all their own; he wonders whether the pellucidly lucid stream flows from a deeper source than the mere mental parroting of his old ingrained ideas – from some prepossessing spirit or an enlargened version of himself, who communicates with the land of the living through the conduit of his blown-open being. Rupert’s brows knit together as he squints at the shaman and purses his lips; the astrological symbol of the constellation Virgo is clearly inscribed on the man’s forehead, writ in the transient conformation of his wrinkles.

 

“Whenever we arrive in a new world the differences are usually so minor we relegate them to the backburner of our minds, if we notice them at all…” Ram continues; “…and we promptly forget any inconsistencies as we integrate with our familiar new surrounds. Can we have any real idea of how many universes there are in an infinite multiverse, or how many infinitely minor shadings of difference there can be?” He pulls another paper from the packet and quickly continues, to keep up with the chain of interlinked thoughts that rapidly unreels from the capstan of his memories – or from another source entirely.

 

“Usually the differences we awaken to are so minor we barely notice them at all – the pattern of a lawn, the placement of a single tree in a forest, a misplaced boulder on a sandy beach... or an altered phrase in a well-read book. Most people don’t concentrate on the world around them enough to consciously notice the changes; being here now in the realm of the senses is a very rare experience for most domesticated primates. It takes a great deal of focused concentration - or a spontaneously desperate act of will - to bring about larger changes; ones you can’t fail to notice or easily dismiss.”

 

“Naturally,” the earl agrees. “Traditionally, it takes the sort of hyper-aware desperation produced by near-death trauma,” Rupert muses as he retrieves the packet of papers from the shaman’s knee. “But I was thinking of something else… a way of focusing the matrix to bring about specific changes…”

 

“Images are stored in the substance of the world by intently focused will or strongly held emotion,” the prince reminds his interlocutor. “And any supremely intense act or feeling will fix more than mere visions in the dreaming mind of the multiverse.” He continues to mull hash into the dry shards of cigarette tobacco. “An orgasm will transform the universe just as surely as less pleasant but equally impassioned intensities. The key - or the doorway - ye so obviously seek is probably best fulfilled by Tantra.”

 He strokes his beard into a sharp point and the heat blazing from Amber’s body rivals that of the leaping flames when he meets the earl’s watery blue stare. “In any case, we always carry the weather with us,” he declares to the older man. “This is the best of all possible worlds, after all – otherwise we’d be having this conversation somewhere else right now, wouldn’t we?”

 “I see where you’re coming from,” the ginger-aired noble nods with amiable enthusiasm. He fixes the prince with a steely eye. “But where art ye going when the shit hits the fan, eh? Dost thou want to be here now when the Trump of Doom splits air and earth with its booming tune?” His eyes flicker between the mage’s dilated gaze and Amber’s sultry glare as he revels in his rhyme. “Wilt thou both mate and fly, a metamorphosis of angels making love in the cyclone’s great unblinking eye?”

 The shaman’s fingers entwine with Amber’s atop the flaming pit of her lap and he passes an elongated and perfectly formed joint to the earl. “The fat lady is still only clearing her throat,” he declares, “and the result of the race is hardly a foregone conclusion.”

 “This species is incapable of evolving,” Rupert demurs as he twists the white cylinder between thumb and forefinger. “They stopped doing that when they started wearing clothes and counting their babies’ fingers...” He gestures toward the moonlit rural scenery that has so recently replaced a once-mighty primordial Eden; “…and burning down the trees that gave them life. How canst thou save the world when so much of it is surely lost already – or is it possible to bring about global resurrection, or even bypass the coming cataclysms entirely?”

 Ram’yana peers over the glowing sheen of Amber’s jet black hair as she smiles into the fire. He holds the other man’s stare through the rolling waves of their concordantly hallucinating awarenesses. “The best way to avoid such painful junctures is to concentrate on something else entirely – a far more pleasant and wonderful future - and give the spinning world another vector to turn toward. The Sun’s course isn’t fixed, but malleable; Sol surfs the tides of the luminiferous aether, and the state of the swell can alter the artistically chosen path of the shepherd - and his devoted flock of planets.” The tripping hippy surprises himself with the vigour of his spontaneously erupting rebuttal. “And the aether is mindstuff itself! Surely ye recall - it was demonstrated back in the ’80s that focusing a tiny fraction of collective human consciousness can alter the frequency of sunspots…”

 “Aye,” Rupert agrees, “There was that group that meditated on peace and the heart chakra and the Sun all at once, who got together every month, all over the world. What were they called again? ‘Group 13’ or ‘Club 31’ or something? But no-one’s doing it any more, are they? We’re all on a slippery slope toward cataclysm – and arma getting’ outta here!”

 Ram’yana swallows to moisten the crackling husk of his throat before the stream of words erupts from his mouth anew; “The time of changes may well be near, but cataclysms are powered by fear; alternative paths await those who steer brave vessels toward safe seas more clear – the blessed haven that’s held most dear in the hearts of all who sail there from here.” Ram’s palm presses against his breastbone as Amber’s eyes widen in the firelight as he pauses for breath. “The wheel must be turned ’fore the bend is approached, not after the future’s already been broached.” He gasps; the little ditty had come from nowhere and beyond, and its meaning departed the tripping hippy’s mind almost as quickly as he uttered it. “Never mind…” he mumbles as he licks the next cigarette paper.

 “Neverland?” Rupert says from the smouldering base of a rising cloud of smoke. “So we all partake of this cosmic mirror-maze of self absorbed narcissism - compounded by a Peter Pan complex, eh?” Amber pulls her knees up to her chin and turns to regard the grinning earl with a faintly disdainful expression. “Dreaming of Neverland is preferable to megalomania compounded by overcompensation,” the feline woman purrs; her broad smile doesn’t extend to her extraordinary orange irises. “I was wondering,” Rupert muses as he tears his eyes away from hers; “How cam’st thee by this little theory? I haven’t seen its specific ilk in any of the science fiction I’ve read, and the idea of these multiversal gearbox connexions seems to join the dots between various current theories… although the notion that particles are vortexes instead of spheres certainly isn’t new; it goes way back, at least to the time of ancient Greece…”

 “Way beyond,” the prince agrees, “It lies in the dimensional foundations of Creation itself. A vortex is the geometric reciprocal of a sphere, after all; they’re really both aspects of the same crossing waveforms. I started drawing the pictures and writing the ideas down in 2000,” he muses, “just after my youngest was born; just after most of my shattered teeth were dug out of my face in a particularly excruciating visit to the dentist… but I first began to notice that the universe was malleable - or permeable - when I was twelve.”

 Rupert’s guffaws threaten to drown the words of the entertaining performer as his soliloquy extends to fill the intermission between acts. “So there were twelve of you, eh? I guess that makes you a schizophrenic, too. No, really,” he reassures the frowning woman at Ram’s side, “I want to hear all about it; please go on. It looks like we have plenty of timespace to fill before the next band begins – and I want to see if you can actually maintain such a complexly woven thread while you’re tripping!”

 

“It isn’t complex at all,” Ram’yana avers. “It’s simplexity itself. The first time I really noticed what was going on was when I first visited zany old Doctor Hoffmann…” 

A True Story

Continues…

- R.Ayana

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Remember to Remember: The Temptation of Inner Sense

Remember to Remember

The Temptation of Inner Sense

Could it be you are immortal? Could you be an immortal with amnesia?
 
How much do you want to remember of your past? Is there anything you would rather forget? How much would you have to give up to completely forget a single memory – and how to regain what you don’t know you’ve lost?

If you are actually a reincarnating immortal, how much have you forgotten, how and why did you forget your past – and do you want to remember it?

In a single life you can do many different things and be many different people to those who encounter you. The stages of life alter your attitudes, image, self-image and perceptual reality. Are you the same person you were when you were younger, or a child? Does that child still dwell somewhere within you or is it sleeping or buried beneath the detritus of time?

You were born and lived for years in the body of a small child. All that time you were conscious, learning and aware. You were probably more aware and sensitive than in the rest of your entire lifetime. How much of it do you remember? Your personality and character was almost fully formed – and fundamentally identical to your present state – before the age of three.

How many of your past lives can you remember? If you can’t remember your own childhood, how can you expect to recall any times further back, beyond your birth? What was your birth into this world like?

Can it be that you are immortal and that you have chosen to forget? Would you choose to remember, given the choice?

The processes that can lead to a loss of memory are many and varied. For example head injury, a spell in a sensory deprivation chamber or hypnosis are able to alter memory or suppress it beneath layers of reactions that can drive the mind away from its own experiences. Painful experiences are one motivation that can help convince you to lose your memory. But the will to forget comes first, before the actual forgetting. 

You’re the one in charge of your awareness. You have to decide to lose yourself before you can; but that decision may be a single traumatised moment in an entire lifetime and it may be separated by years in time from the apparent ‘cause’ of forgetfulness, be it injury or therapy.

Almost everyone wishes for a ‘clean slate’ at some point in their life, a new start or another chance. It’s the temptation of innocence. The implications of wanting a new beginning are rarely considered, but usually involve death and rebirth, actual or mythic.

Fortunately, we don’t actually get a tabula rasa – a clean slate – when we die or otherwise forget, but a palimpsest – a sheet that’s been erased to write upon again. And the underlying inscription always lurks beneath the surface scribing.

More intense memories inscribe deeper impressions in our mindscape, that tend to emerge from beneath the single sheeted plane of (con)temporary temporal existence. They may arrive as memory ‘flashbacks’ (often dismissed as dreams or hallucinations), bouts of deja vu, or be the source of unexamined compulsions. Any imagery that recurs over and again deserves closer examination and can be a seed point from which you can expand your recollections. Suppressed memories and their effects are never gone. They’re always here. Wherever or whenever you go, here you are. You may run, but you can’t hide from yourself.

The common mechanisms for self-erasure involve death and rebirth. A few weeks in a sensory deprivation chamber removed from external stimulus will serve to erase much of your mind. Without meditation training and/or much self-examination, current existence dissolves in an ongoing miasma of dreams and visions.

The Other ‘Little Death’

Every night you surrender to sleep, abandoning your willed focus on the present moment and location and slip into dreams of other possibilities, lives, worlds and universes. Every night you are lost to this world. Every day you come back again. Remind you ofanything?

Meditation, lucid sleep and conscious dreaming are pathways to expand the time your own awareness (and memory of these other realms) is available to you. Examining your awareness on the threshold of sleep can show you that you are more than the sum of your mundane experience. Without such experimentation at least a third of this life is beyond your ken.

Effective meditation lifts you above the local realm of your cultural imprints, particularly language. Real communication occurs at much deeper levels than those available through local, temporary linguistics. The eternal being doesn’t speak in linear languages. Words and syllables are finite shorthand used by the immortal and ineffable to express itself; one reason why ‘oral traditions’ are effective at communicating truths that are all but inexpressible in the written form.

Meditation involves stopping your thoughts, quieting the continual chatter of the ‘monkey mind’ – the local personality that believes endless talking and action proves it’s alive, the internal being that panics and attempts to distract you with more thought when you ask it to shut up. The monkey believes that peace is death and can’t be convinced otherwise until you leapfrog over it to reach the central throne of your own inner self, where the only real peace resides and where true will abides. It’s this nameless core in you that survives to go on forever, wreathed in the cloaks of personality and experience.

God doesn’t dwell in books or words. God lives in you.

 
The will to forget may arise from a single moment but it’s an ongoing process. You can’t forget once, but must continually re-forget, day by day, again and again. The amnesiac is held between and attracted by two magnetic currents of their own construction; the will to forget and the wish to remember. A physical or mental trauma will be buried not once but continually as the amnesiac allows their self to be distracted from the source of inner terror over and again. Every time an intimation of the ‘lost’ memory appears it’s ignored, suppressed or otherwise run from.

Knowing that there’s something you don’t recall, it’s all too easy to believe you don’t want to remember because you’re guilty of something horrendous. This easily becomes a motive to continue to suppress the memory that’s trying to awaken you. But far more often the guilt is actually imaginary and is simply a major motivating and reinforcing mechanism of amnesia itself. It’s another tool of the monkey mind that serves to keep you split from yourself, away from your own centre.

The wish to remember is always present and the moment of Enlightenment is always immanent. When exploring past lives the first memories that return are often ones that have left the deepest imprints. The impression may be of pain or ecstasy but it will commonly be of an intense time, often involving trauma at the end of an incarnation. These first recollections are sometimes enough to stop the seeker from searching further into the endless realms of experience, where wonderful ages full of magic and bliss can be occluded by one angry moment. Don’t put yourself off – the monkey is panicking.

As Kurt Vonnegut said, one way to get through life happily is to concentrate on the good things. To achieve inner illumination is to see that you are continually creating reality at every moment, from a place beyond time and space. Your mind is always somewhere other than where you are. Words, language and even thought are always at least one step behind reality and with them you can never apprehend NOW.

To do that, you have to be here now. You have to want to be here now. Look around, explore it will all your senses. It’s still a beautiful world and you are God. Love yourself and all others – we’re all in it together!

- R. Ayana

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Here Be Magic: The Source’s Apprentice

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Here Be Magic 

The Source’s Apprentice

FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real
HOPE = Higher Order Potential Explored
LOVE = Living One Vibrant Energy 


Who are you, what is the world, how did you get here, where are we going and why? Every child asks these questions, as do the mortally ill and those suddenly faced with unexpected change.

Young children (and venerable ancients) are most intimately connected to the deepest mysteries of being. All existence is a glorious mystery that inspires open minds and passionate hearts. Life begins in a rush of extraordinary emotion with an intimate embrace of the actual, immediate, visceral present and leaves deep imprints that last through the next rebirth and beyond.

Many newborn babes know answers to the deepest conundrums, yet quickly forget – distracted by the ongoing process of learning to wear a new body in a strangely demanding culture of drowsy domesticated primates. Most ‘modern’ people are quickly weaned from a sense of wonder to suckle on toxic waste and moribund notions in notional nations at war with themselves. What use are masters and mistresses of universal truths to soulless machines of industrious wastage – to self-styled half blind so-called ‘leaders’ who only require mindless cogs and obedient dogs that will work on their pet projects without question?

Eternal questions lead to cascades of answers and torrents of more questions. At some point in life all beings wonder and ponder the primal questions of life, the universe and everything. Every child knows they’re on a magical mystery tour, exploring and creating a gloriously intricate realm of intriguing riddles and sumptuous sensualities. Every freshly incarnate soul knows answers to eternal conundrums and recognises that truth must be really simple, clear and meaningful – unlike the plethora of corporate, ‘religious’ and ‘spiritual’ lies they’re fed to keep them in place in the usual fowl-brained pecking ordure.

People are rapidly weaned from infinite fonts of unending wisdom, fed on senseless half truths and superstitions by blithering wastrels until we’re self-caged in boxes and propped before blinding screens devoid of imagination, filled up with loony marching tunes, violent comical characters, warrior ‘ethics’, impersonal personalities and mobsters from the Id.

Yet every being who finds themselves living in the bosom of Gaia has the ability to flourish in a garden of freedom, art, truth and beauty – unless the divine rapture of happy revelry is beaten and brainwashed out of them by damaged control freaks. The adulteration of adulthood customarily twists each bright new spark into a carelessly forgetful servile dolt wearing uniform uniforms that suit self-styled bosses and no-one else. Yet the bright living world continues to glow and beckon with magnetic inner light, awakening inner sight and inner sense in every insightful innocent soul.

Even while selling, selling out or selling one’s soul, answers and questions lurk within, biding their time til the moment of wonder emerges anew – flowers that bud from slimy mud to bloom in the light of an unbranded bright new day.

Children know what magic is. Magic is obviously the ability to alter the fabric of ‘material reality’ at will. Adolescents and adults who quest after magical reality or ultimate truths usually encounter the teaching that magic is the ability to alter one’s level and state of consciousness at will. It transpires that these two views of magical reality are one and the same, for the world is made of mindstuff – the very same stuff you’ve made of your self.

We’re all the creator of the world we inhabit. We make and remake the cosmos we perceive from instant to instant in a seamless flow far quicker than any word or thought a monkey mind can shape or utter. We mould malleable mindstruff to fit about our hopes, dreams, desires and fears. The strongest, most emotively driven visions predominate, setting the course of our self-chosen destiny from moment to moment. At every instant new doors are opened and closed by decisive thoughts which come and go so swiftly they barely seem to register, ignored by minds entrained to self destruction through perpetual distraction.

Who won last weekend’s game? Who’ll win next week’s? Who really cares or remembers the identikit features of identical born-to-die gladiators or the meaningless trivia of daily scores? Every broadcast from the blaring, pumping, chest-thumping media is thoroughly massaged premasticated pap made to sell, sell, sell the messy message that life is hell without labels and boxes and plastic bags. The ‘news’ is a neverchanging regurgitated weather report overflowing with the meaningless mummery of falsified finance, shaggy cat stories and fishy tales about the none that got away from The System.

People aren’t encouraged to examine their minds – to investigate the source and route of each thought that passes through the easily distracted awareness of industrious sociable beings. In the kingdom of the blind, endless mindless busyness is promoted to a virtue and self-examination is regarded as ‘useless navel gazing’.

The boss will tell you that there’s plenty of time for self examination when you’re fading and tired and retired from the rat race. There’s plenty of time to be free when you’re old, weak, moribund and no longer a potential threat to the busy, dizzy status quo. Meanwhile, follow the leaders and only read parking meters – and pay through the nose for the right to exist, eat, drink and inhabit space. Do what’s expected of you and reap your reward; Work. Consume. Obey. Marry and reproduce. Die – and then begin all over again, with that alluring ‘clean slate’ – that fresh start each adult craves when they realise they’re botching Life and selling their heritage for a bowl of cold potage.

Turn on. Tune in. Opt out! The real world and real you awaits; waiting for you to discover your self.

You always get what you wish for – often when you’ve forgotten you ever wished for it – so be careful what you wish for, for wishing is magic. Each idle thought is a wilful wish when fuelled by hope or fear, love or anger or any potent emotion in the unformed ocean of eternal becoming.

Magic in a Holographic Fractal Multiverse

The cosmos is infinite, and we don’t even live in a single universe. We live in – and contain – an infinite multiverse of limitless potential.
Fractals and fractal imagery demonstrate the truth of an infinite cosmos shaping and shaped by each whole fragment of ultimate reality. Every part, particle, participle and person reflects and refracts the infinite whole – a fluid hologram altered by individual perspectives in a freewheeling free willed phantasmagoria of endless possibility and infinite variety in continuous communion with itself.
As free will is real and events are not locked into predetermined courses, there can’t be any such thing as accurate prediction – just hypnotic programs that attempt to create self-fulfilling prophecies – for all is in flux and the Book of Life is always being inscribed and rewritten as the Book of Changes. There was no single Big Bang or Creation event, for creation continues at all times in all places, everywhere and anywhen. The illusion of creation is simply the result of premillennial brainwashed minds; a dopey falsehood imagined by ‘scientists’ entrained to believe in a fantasy parental archetype – a creator god (or goddess) – by superannuated superstitions strangely exalted as ‘faiths’ or ‘religions’.

There is no god and no master, but truth, beauty, freedom and love are royally real. You are the creator. You are totally free – and ultimately responsible for everything! No guilt, honour, opprobrium or any other imaginary construct applies to you as a result of your creation. Mistakes are impossible in an infinite multiverse; all is research and all is Art. Yet some artistic creations are more pleasing to the senses than others and some acts far more compassionate and conscious. The holographic nature of reality assures that everyone IS everyone and that one simple ‘rule’ actually does apply to all human behaviour and discourse – the eternal Golden Rule; do as you’d be done by.

You create (your own) reality. How are you doing it? Self-styled creators tend to develop an exalted opinion of themselves, in the false belief they’re in charge of everyone and everything else – yet everyone is in charge of and charged by their own ongoing freeform destiny, ultimately beholden to no other yet intricately interlinked with all. Everyone is divine, a whole fractal facet of everyone and everything.

You magnetise reality, shaping and guiding the transitory ‘material world’ to follow the pattern of your dreaming. How are you doing it? Are you actually moulding the infinite potential of possibility itself, or are you selecting the best of all possible worlds from the myriad pre-existing choices available – or both, or neither? Are you a corpse that died at an earlier time, dreaming the ongoing world as you decompose into soil? Are you a Neo(tonous being) imagining a preprogrammed life in an artificial matrix?

How can you truly know the truth?

By examining each thought and image that enters your mind, and seeing from whence it arises. By meditating, and truly SEEING the sea of mentality through which you’re swimming until you find the still, pure centre where the true you abides, becoming the source of all creation at the centre of the cyclone, wreathed in the swirling spin of everchanging thoughtforms and myriad potential.

Kaleidoscopic Cosmos

There is another way of viewing the kaleidoscopic cosmos. Matter doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created by apparent ‘particles’ which also don’t exist in ‘real’ terms, but are actually eddies formed by intricately interlocking standing waves. We live in a fluid fractal hologram. All patterns echo the primal form from which all other fractal versions and visions are derived; the vortex at the core of all things, the shape of the cosmos itself.

Every ‘electron’ and every other vortexial fragment of wholistic unity holds a holographic image of everything within its spinning skein. Every grain of a holographic image contains an image of the whole picture, and every vortex is implicately linked to all others at all levels of resolution.

In quantum theory an ‘electron’ is said to rotate around its axis more than once during each rotation, circling through infinite plena of potentials (other universes) before returning to the phase – the place – from which it’s observed. Thus every part of all possible universes is in potential and actual contact with every other part, at all levels of resolution – and so are you.

Every cloud is a fractal representation of every other cloud. All clouds are different yet similar forms, all exhibiting tendencies we recognise as ‘cloudness’. All trees are fractal representations of every other tree. Every person is a fractal representation of every other person. Every ‘universe’ is a fractal representation of every other universe, and all are intimately linked in the most fundamental ways. All forms are representation of the primordial vortex, the wellspring from which all arises.

Everything we perceive/conceive/receive is produced by standing waves, and standing waves are formed between complementary poles. Every thing vibrates between its core and extremities – the poles of creation – yet the extremities and core of every single thing extend forever and are linked to literally everything.

We live in a far greater reality than a simple single universe. The universe we perceive is a tendency that tends to maintain its apparent form and substance almost wherever we look, but if you step back from the brink of egocentric personality and really see you’ll notice differences and changes all around and within you, all the time. We are part and parcel of everything, and everything changes all the time in ways too varied to mention. Everyone is surfing through spacetimes and everyone gets exactly what they wish for with their most wilful impassioned desires.

Hopes and dreams – affirmations – predominate over fears and insecurities when you invest them with awareness, focus and consideration. Hopes manifest most easily when they dovetail with the dreams of other beings in a mutually reinforcing matrix. Hope for the best! Dare to dream of Paradise – for all.

Psychic abilities are real and available; you enact their reality all the time. Telepathy is an ongoing eternal reality; not something to be achieved, but recognised. The same applies to all psi abilities or ‘psychic powers’. Learning magic begins with the simple recognition –reknowing – that it exists, and you are already ‘doing’ it. That’s how you got here. That’s why you’re reading this.

.You are implicately and inextricably interwoven with the entire potential cosmos. To activate a broader awareness of all this potential you have to explore the core of your being and the limitless bounds of self. The whole whirled world is whorled from mindstuff and thou art god.

And myriad other beings already know this. We soar from the shoulders of giants.

Way Out, Far In

To begin any magical operation draw a circle around yourself, starting in the East. Do it now. In the southern hemisphere of this spinning Earth sphere the circle of protection is drawn clockwise (looking down from above). The opposite pertains in the northern hemisphere.

The circle is an inviolable horizon and you are its centre. All possibilities exist between the horizon and the core. Arrange your body so your spine is erect and your breathing is full and clear – this can take a single moment or many years to achieve, depending on where you’re at and how you came to be here now.

See where you’re seeing the world from. Move that point of awareness – the place where you live – into the centre of your head. Do it now. View the world from the centre of centres and watch your peripheral vision expand – you’re already aware of far more than you think.

Listen to the thoughts you think you’re thinking… see them circling round the inviolate centre where you reside… the centre where nothing exists… in the Heavenly Pool at the core of creation.

You are not the thoughts, but the still silent witness within. Become the nothing that sees and is everything. When you’re here the void is clear, not dark at all but filled with the light of eternal awareness. Be here now. Be free…

You are already immortal You don’t have to die to change or be free. You just have to recognise yourself in every thing and every one… and set it all free to be in victorious sweet surrender…

When you’re located at the still centre of the cycle, place this centre directly above the equally still and central point at the centre of the bowl of your hips – your water-centre of ‘gravity’, the hara or navel chakra, below and behind your physical navel. You can view the world from here as well, with a differing perspective that creates a different style of consciousness. Breathe deeply from and into this core and fill it with chi, prana, the Holy Spirit.

When your spine is straight and the waters above are directly above the waters below, a current begins that sparks the fusion, creating the pure flame of an opening, flowering heart.

Breathe…

If you do this and seek the truth all teachings will follow and flow through you, manifesting from the limitless potential of our massive multiplayer online cocreation. Be the immortal that witnesses all from the core of breath and being. Remove the screen from your eyes and BE HERE NOW. We create the best of all possible worlds… together.

It’s a beautiful, wonderful world.

All things in all times in all places are one thing, and that thing is love

- R. Ayana

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Adam, Eve and Lilith

 

- Adam, Eve and Lilith - 

Divide and Conquer or Unite and Triumph

 Make Love, Not War - Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Left

Two heads may be better than one, but not if they bash against each other. The human species is pitted against itself and against its own enlightened self interest at the dawn of this bright New Millennium. The unexamined human mind is similarly split and fractured, its potential as yet unrealised.

The fracture lines are exposed by our various tribal superstitions and regional lies, but aren’t caused by these outdated totemic religious dogmas and catechisms. Most of the planet is blatantly lorded over by fossilised dynasties and racist dictators. Where you see any single family holding multiple positions of power you’re looking at gangsters in operation, running a parasitic kleptocracy. Cronyism and nepotism are age-old methods of feathering your own nest and fending off rival petty tyrants at everyone else’s expense.

Tyrants use racism as the primal wedge to force populations apart, in order to divide and conquer all comers. Every other antagonistic ‘ism’ is another version of a single primordial fear – the fear of the other and of the unknown, embodied in racism and justified by religion and patriotism.

The so-called ‘free world’ appears to be trapped in an illusion of democracy that delivers power into the hands of exactly the same classes of mediocre incompetents and all too efficient control freaks - who also believe they’re born to hoodwink and rule over everyone else.

While life and liberty are infinitely more secure under a compassionate and swiftly acting rule of law than under the whims of inherently insane brutal overseers, no nation on Earth can honestly boast it has a completely free, independent, incorruptible or efficient legal system – let alone a free one. All democracies face similar hurdles.

Under the simple U.N. definition of a democracy – a nation that has given the vote to all its adult citizens for a generation or more – very few countries measure up. Even the United States only qualified as a democracy after the end of the Cold War - twenty-five years after it finally gave the vote to African Americans in all southern states in the mid-sixties.

           

More than one in a hundred US citizens are currently incarcerated in a rapidly expanding privatised penal system - a higher proportion than any other country. Libertarianism and liberty are not the same thing; as President Roosevelt famously remarked, freedom includes freedom from as well as freedom to. He included the freedom from want as one of the essential four freedoms that America embodied, in his almost universally accepted vision of the American Dream. This freedom has been derided and ignored by subsequent corporation-run governments as ‘socialist’, ‘communist’ and, even worse, ‘utopian’.

There is no free country on planet Earth – yet – but we can make one! First we have to disassemble all the false divisions that separate us into illusory competing groups, which congeal our shared blood into false notions of nations, states and races. To do this we have to see that our emperors have no clothes except those we choose – or are convinced – to give them.

If you want complete control over the human species the oldest trick in the book is to divide the struggling primates into illusory nations and artificial countries, to pit parochial tribes against other nearby ignoramuses. Take a look at Iraq, for instance – a country that was literally invented wholesale by conquering Western interests early last century. It was created with deliberate, easily exploitable faults and fractures so that racist warmongers could hold onto the region’s resources – including energy supplies - and keep control of a vital strategic corridor, with a classic move in what was universally known in Imperial times as the ‘Great Game’.

The fact that Iraq’s artificially created borders contained mutually antagonistic groups who had never been able to live together peacefully was a major bonus for the conquering crusaders - a deliberate ploy of the Western Powers that’s been widely used throughout history. Until 1959 they were able to steal all the deeply riven despot-governed “Iraqi” peoples’ energy supplies without paying a single pound or dollar in royalties. The now largely forgotten Iraqi revolution temporarily freed its people from the yoke of Imperialistic oppression, but built-in internal divisions, exploitative neighbours and imperialist retaliation undid the fledgling nation spectacularly. Watch this space for no further developments – just more of the same.

The Americans learned the tactic of divide and conquer from the English, who picked up the trick from the Roman Empire. The technique is much older than Rome, originating in primate sibling rivalry and unexamined, culturally entrained competitive behaviour. ‘Division’ is an ancient trick of the divine gods who rule over mortals – the word ‘divide’, ‘divine’ and ‘devil’ all spring from the same root of the Tree of Knowledge of Life and Death, in case you’re interested in that sort of thing.

Most self-professed democratic nations literally labour under the illusion that they have freedom of choice – when they only have two nearly identical thumb-twiddling, tweedle-dumber political parties to choose between. Governments are mainly comprised of old men corrupted by power and fear, and officious Oppositions usually only serve to oppose – they hardly ever contribute anything new or meaningful to a rigged debate.

When you only have to bribe, coerce and co-opt a handful of figures in Cabinet and Opposition you have little to fear from the many millions of subjects who believe their vote means something. Unless you actually know a politician intimately and personally – know them well enough to be absolutely certain they’re honest and motivated solely by the best ideals - only new faces in politics can be trusted at all; you can more easily see their reactions to the strings attempting to pull them.

Some members of the tyranny of despots would like to be good shepherds instead of wily predators, and some are working to remold the world into a more splendid image than their devolutionary fellows – but to exercise power over others is an inherently corrupting Faustian pastime.

Under these circumstances your vote can only mean something if you don’t vote for either of the two alternatives that have a chance of winning! In practice the ‘choice’ comes down to a primitive playoff between two corporate-industrial-military front-men, whose faces and voices are almost all that most citizens see or hear of their governments. Meaningful change is rendered impossible in this false gladiatorial contest. If you have no choice but to vote for a party, then vote for a third force that may hold the balance of power without being already corrupted by it.

'Feudal';

 Freedom Exits Under Dominator’s Adversarial Laws

The simple but supremely successful trick of duopoly politics holds the world in thrall to a fundamentally feudal hive structure of remote masters, bureaucratic governors and workers who jump for carrots and cringe from sticks.

Democracy is far more than the sham of party politics, and real democracy is strangled to death by fat cats enjoying expensive private parties held at everyone else’s expense – lousy parties with tinny music, bland costumes and boring speeches – cringe-worthy parties which are no fun at all. Real democracy requires that people can elect representatives who will represent them – not some other individual, group or party.

The whole notion of parties representing the people is an inherently absurd historical error that we now have the means to correct. In the newly emergent interconnected age of distributed networks, we can each become a sovereign of our own true estate – our bodies – and all have a truly equal say and vote in where our species is headed. Modern technologies and widening education bring a truly global democracy within easy reach. Individuals could simply vote for issues and cut out the middleman politicians entirely!

But before we can trust majorities with ultimate - if democratic - power over minorities who may be very different from them, we have a multitude of issues to address and rectify. Fortunately, a fair global framework already exists to protect us all from our own potential errors, one which provides an almost universally ratified Bill of Rights covering every child, woman and man on Earth.

The various U.N. treaties regarding all sorts of rights have been assembled under an adequate umbrella of universal protection known as the International Bill of Rights. It already forms the basis for many domestic laws that various nations have adopted under its articles – but chances are that as a mere citizen you’ve been kept entirely in the dark as to the true reasons behind your particular government’s apparent wisdom and largesse.

The International Bill of Rights is easily accessed via United Nations websites and is easily digested; see if you can find anything in it with which you disagree. It’s likely that the vast majority of humans on the planet will have no problems with its definitions of rights and freedoms, but there are many other issues to deal with if global electronic democracy is to become a reality – for instance, finding a way to curb the power of programmers and technocrats, and the powers of our easily controlled, utterly coercible and censorable mass media. We face ancient dilemmas; who guards the guardians and who watches the watchers? And how do you disarm a paranoid bunch of brainwashed tribalists armed by despots who profit from the continual killing – and who control their civilization?

We have to make an end to war. Creating peace involves creating a space without suffering or violence. If we want to end war a good place to start – if you’re serious about changing your attitudes but can’t abandon or thoroughly alter your current life – is at the kindergarten level of competitive training for violent combat and war; sport.

Competitive sports train the innocent for war. That’s the whole point behind encouraging the ‘masses’ to back and barrack for tribalistic, totemically differentiated teams, folks; it teaches that life, war friendship, love and politics can all be dealt with using the same brainless reflexive win-lose concepts and simplifies everything to an easily divisible level. Sport and war reduce the multitude to elevate the domineering.

If you want to change your world stop paying any attention to the stupid duopolistic distractions of competitive sport and party politics. Many will rebel at this – that’s the whole point. Most current day politics, finance, wars and pieces are equally delusory distractions, keeping your eyes off the prize and your mind off the main game by turning off your mind.

All problems with our conscious decision making processes stem from the self-same source, whether they be individual or collective.

We have to understand where this global split personality arises from; it comes from within each of us. The adversarial structures of our systems of law and government arise from minds that continually argue with themselves and never know peace or inner silence.

This is not just a consequence of the bicameral – twin chambered – nature of our split brain structure – it’s a result of a planetary shockwave that affected us all in prehistory, resulting in our collective and individual inability to recover from a blow to the head delivered simultaneously to the entire species. The Earth was struck by a massive interplanetary discharge – a planet-wide electric shock felt by all, amid a global catastrophe that threatened to extinguish our species.

Remember the ancient Babylonian (Iraqi) story of the ‘Tower of Babel’ and humanity’s cleavage into disparate tribes and nations who could suddenly no longer understand each other? It’s instructive to note that the chroniclers of this pre-Biblical narrative averred that the sky god destroyed the tower to divide Humanity and thus render us powerless - because we were beginning to rival the deities themselves. *

We have little understanding of what abilities we’ve lost as a species – like many victims of electro-shock therapy, we are afflicted with partial amnesia. Suffice to say that once upon a time we could all ‘hear’ on more than one level… whether we remember or believe it or not – and that ability and many others are well within our reach and grasp. The younger you are when you start to change yourself the easier it will be.

Until both hemispheres of our brains can operate together in a balanced synergy - which can only arise from the healing light of clear self-examination and careful tuning - our star-spanning minds are reduced to an argumentative, jostling conversation between two or more equally half-blinded and crippled parts. When we become internally unified and fully integrated we have the ability to tune in with – and on - anything and anyone, anywhere and anytime; and self-styled gods of all creeds and stripes find the idea of such a self-aware Humanity repulsive; it renders us abominably uncontrollable and unbindably free.

The almost universal mental imbalance resulting from this lack of internal attunement is the origin of all apparent divisions and false dichotomies that surround us. Our brains are instruments that require tuning – and harmony is only possible when all crazy notions of aloneness and competition are cast aside.

When we open ALL our eyes we can easily see that disagreement isn’t required to reach the truth, and argument isn’t necessary to arrive at easily achievable and universally agreeable goals. It’s easy to see that all of us are one being staring through the starry eyes of a multitude - and to know that death is impossible.

All it takes is to the ability to do nothing and think nothing. Absolutely nothing. The moment of wonder is only a moment away when you’ve mastered this ‘simple’ trick – the first step to true enlightenment. The world is always waiting for you to reemerge from the delight of the light imbued with immanent innocence; the universe is alive, and responds to your inner sense. The universe is a co-creation and it takes all kinds to make a world. Even if you can transform yourself in the bright void of superconsciousness, your life awaits you on your return. Changing the world means changing your mind and your life; the devil lies in the details you slowly shed with your old discarded skin.

The Whole Holy Hologram

If you want to change your world, the only place to start is within yourself. This requires continual self examination and an awareness and recognition of your true motives and programming. It requires abandoning the false ideas of notional nations, separate races, superior religious superstitions and parted politics. It means rechannelling all your competitive behaviour and attitudes into a recognition of unity with others – and with all things. It’s easy to recognise the all-powerful unity that lies within our vast diversity of cultures, perspectives and beliefs when you stop identifying with individual idiosyncratic fractions and factions. The whole is far greater than the sum of its parts.

The real Great Game is the Royal Maze of the Mind that leads to enlightenment. The gate to the core of the maze resides at the core of your brain, in the central space between and behind your eyes and between your ears, below the crown of your head. If you locate yourself there – right now – and view the world from the perspective of the centre of your own head, you’ll see your view widen from a narrow tunnel to a wide expanse that incorporates everything in your field of view.

We’re primates living in a planetary tree that’s scarred with the graffito of our passions – loves and hates born of our illusory fear of mortality and separation, which compel us to make our mark on the world. We can do better than simply making marks and leaving scars.

All we have to look beyond the surface differences that camouflage our identically innocent spirits and wise ancient souls. If we want to start making a paradise planet out of this industrialised wasteland we have to recognise where the primal split in our species really lies. The first illusory division in our species - and the hideous result of our ongoing inner distractions and artificially contrived divisions - is the enduring armed truce in the pointless, ultimately unsurvivable battle of the sexes.

When peace is made between woman and man the planet can flower into a garden paradise fit for children. When our apparent differences are recognised for what they are – interlinked and interlocking survival strategies designed for life and consciousness to expand on the floating crust of a chaotically changeable ball of hot mud circling a blazing electric fireball – we can celebrate the gift of the interlocking jigsaw puzzles that our bodies and tribes really are.

We can learn that our species-split sexuality is a technique of regeneration and transformation on an individual and global scale – we’re not just a tools used by a bunch of genes for their own survival, but companions, lovers and co-creators. We can learn to control our own fertility at will and lovemaking can keep us young and supple, and be a portal to higher consciousness and the abilities it provides.

The techniques are miraculously still available, despite being long suppressed by rigid prudes worshipping the same false religions that burned Giordano Bruno at the stake – along with many millions of wise women and men – and which still stone women to death for being outdoors alone, or refuse to allow their sheeple to use contraceptives.

The place to make world peace real is in the still core of your mind and the still, pure warmth in the core of your heart. The way to heal yourself and the planet is to still your mind and make love – real, true, non-possessive abundant love – and as the hippies said, if you can’t be with the one you love then love the one you’re with.

It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it - it might as well be you. Make love, not war; when we learn to accept each other and work together life is no longer a job or chore, but a work of divinely inspired Art. When we open our eyes in the new fresh dawn of sensuously rational happiness we find we don’t have to climb out of the purblind pit of false dogma and censored history – we’re already free in a brave new world.

    

-   R. Ayana

Turn on! Tune in! Opt out of the system that’s destroying your world and do something else! You literally create reality as you pass through it.

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“Time flies when you don’t notice a single thing.”

Wonder Boy – Age 9 

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