Infinite Infants - We’re All In It Together: Surviving the Best of All Possible Worlds

Infinite Infants - We’re All In It Together

Surviving the Best of All Possible Worlds

We’re living in a melting pot of melding cultures, molten genes and moulting pasts, all trickling together to create a New Humanity – a species and civilization fit to live in the trance-formed transform we’ve made of this Earth; the best of all possible worlds moulded like living clay in our oftentimes desensitised hands.

Domesticated primate life isn’t intrinsically destructive or competitive. Our civilizations don’t have to be ecologically catastrophic. Humankind doesn’t require reengineering, wholesale destruction and subsequent rebuilding to arrive at a better state. Infants possessed of infinite potential, we just need to tweak a few expectations and modify some inappropriate behaviour through ongoing learning and practice.

We’ve become so efficient and wise to the ways of the world we’ve forgotten why we came here, distracted as we are by the sound and fury of an historically tumultuous existence on this wobbly third electron from the Sun. Unless we take time to listen to the silence inside the core of our beings we easily become hypnotized by passing parades and entertaining labyrinths of endless sideshows, and forget the Main Game of enlightened survival.

Once upon a time we had to decide which tribe members to discard in leaner, harder times, continually faced with the terrible imperative of scarcity and the vagaries of an apparently chaotic environment. Now that we’ve become the dominant domineering animal on planet Earth we have to learn to see the world and our selves very differently.

It’s blindingly easy to follow the ingrained imperatives of fight or flight, but those limited and limiting paths are no longer appropriate. They can only mislead us into very bad choices. Now we have to learn to live with each other, right where we are.

Where all our laws, lore and mores were once predicated on sharing a vanishingly small pot between a handful of competitive siblings and cousins, we now have an entire world to share – not a small plot of dirt to divide or conquer. The greatest challenge facing us now is learning how to live with plenty – no longer struggling through painful workaday lives amidst the scar cities of yore but learning to dance with full bellies in a realm of abundance.

There’s far more than enough of everything we need. If we don’t keep flushing all our soils and nutrients into rivers and oceans we’ll easily be able to feed ten billion human souls or more. If we stop murdering and dismembering sentient beings for worthless poisoned protein (destroying all our arable land and clean water in the process) we can feed billions more. Our ongoing problems are stupid addictions, not scarcities.

A little well applied pressure on a few well-placed fulcrums will help restore harmony and allow us to thrive in a paradise planet. The fuels we put into our machinery and bodies can be healthy and clean instead of toxic and filthy. There’s nothing wrong with cars, or private property and transportation; the only real problem is the toxic fuels we’ve been forced to buy from monopolist power mongers hell bent on ruling us all. We could run the world’s fleets of vehicles with zero emissions on water-derived gas or cleanly sourced FREE electricity . We can easily do the same with all home and industrial power, if we can only eject the industrialists who keep us all under their thumbs, who continually suppress all advances that can’t provide them and theirs with obscene amounts of money or centralised power.

Clean free energy is one of the major keys that will open the door to unheralded futures, and the dawn of free energy is already upon us. We no longer live in a self-enclosed system of limited possibilities and constrained imagination. We live in an open-ended realm where anything is possible, and everything is probable!

 

The limited, limiting view of uneducated, misguided skeptics

All the pieces to the puzzle of an idyllic world are already lying on the table; we just need to assemble them. 

Even the stark reality of a surveillance society makes some kind of sense to the helpless, old and weak who crave protection from an all-seeing benefactor. If we lived in an OPEN surveillance society where all governments and other corporate entities opened their books and secret files to public scrutiny then we’d be able to trust the endless oversight systems we now live in. In a world where all politicians are viewed as publicly supervised public servants we’ll have fair governance by people disinterested in controlling the free-willed lives of others. With really free freedom of information we’ll be able to know what – not just who – to vote for and follow.

A few basic changes can wreak greater good; citizen’s initiated referenda, carefully built voting systems in which people vote for issues and policies - not unrepresentative self-serving parties or politicians - would usher in an era of a real and truer democracy by, with and from all. Political power will no longer just be the province of a bunch of well-connected greed merchants and power freaks. The centralised propaganda mills of the olden time media are crumbling at last – no longer able to control the minds and decisions of entire populations. Governance by real consensus is coming at last, and woe betides those who would stand in its way.

Remaking our cities into vast market gardens will soon stop pollution in its tracks. To grow clean healthy food you need a clean healthy environment, and there’s no point attempting to remain clean in a toxic metropolis; no matter how clean and healthy you try to be, you’ll simply be poisoned by osmosis until your immediate environment is cleaned and wholesome. The glasshouse mountains of skyscraping office builders can produce power and supply food to vast numbers, producing biomass and oxygen for a healthier ecosystem.

Teaching anatomy to children and letting them grow intimately familiar with their bodies will create generations of wise and autonomous beings, freed from the lying poisoners who masquerade as doctors and healers in today’s purblind crap-laden system, that’s designed to make profits for corpse-making corporate chemical corps.

We live in a world of preponderate abundance in which we flush away vast amounts of the things we all need to survive. There’s far more than enough of everything to go around; in the modern world scarcity is a carefully maintained illusion, propagated to keep everyone working on pointless treadmills, spending illusory money and precious time. 

Money and monetarism are crazy illusions. Economics is not a science; just another competing religion. We could easily put everyone on the planet on a guaranteed minimum wage that would supply everyone’s basic needs for food, water, shelter and edutainment. No-one needs to suffer or work at jobs that destroy the planet in the name of illusory money. Everyone can be free to choose what they do with their precious time; most will continue to work like slaves for generations, unused to having free time on their hands and free space in their minds.

 

Human longevity is another abundance we must learn how to live with, or perish in the process. What will immortals or multicentenarians choose to do with their leisure time? This is a question anyone who wishes to live a long healthy life needs to seriously consider. Practice learning how to use leisure time now. What would you do with immortality? Work forever at a job you hate or learn how to live in paradise on Earth? Our expectations limit or free us. It’s no secret that literally create our own realities; we have no need for money to have what we require, or even those states and things which we really desire.

There are plenty of positive, healthy things to do right now. We need to repair rivers and ecosystems and replant entire diverse forests – not as canals, drains and plantations, but as living, breathing, breeding realms of possibility and promise. We need to build fresh networks of clean green technologies and recycle the egregious old toxic systems built by dumb robber barons into self-sustaining technologies of growth and renewal. We need to do all this without being PAID to do it! Money solves nothing, and dissolves one’s will to see and act clearly.

We’re continually told there are too many people, but this is another lie. Those who think the world has too many people need to think again, lest they throw out the baby with the bathwater. If you think there are too many people you’d best rid the world of yourself and yours before judging others as superfluous. According to the most accurate projections human population growth is already tailing off.

Wherever women gain freedom over their bodies and lives population growth ceases to be a problem. Population growth trends are already waning all over the globe, and it’s very unlikely that humankind’s numbers will swell too much further after all. Fear of more babies and children is actually unnecessary; we’ll be lucky to stay fertile enough to maintain current numbers. The problem isn’t the number of people on the planet, but the ways we choose – or have been forced and coerced – to live.

Great positive changes can come to pass, if we steer the titanic ships of probability away from the approaching iceberg ice age with our thoughts, expectations and deeds. In a best-case scenario the warming we’ve already induced in the world’s climate system may carry us through the approaching Maunder Minimum – a prospective era of impending cold which would bury much of the inhabited planet beneath overdue mountains of snow and ice – and deliver us into a stable, healthy environment in another century or two, if we put the brakes on overheated and misguided expansionary development right now.

We don’t live in a zero-sum game in a finite universe, but inhabit a flowing holographic reality of infinite multiple possibilities. We all move in small human circles on what is a very big world after all.

What will you do with infinity? Would you prefer to consider a lesser destiny within a realm of oppressive density, or to open your mind to the real open-ended possibilities and challenges facing you, here, now, today?

You have no real choice but to change. What do you want to evolve into?

- R. Ayana

 

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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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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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