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 “Supposedly outdated ideas that have…” The earl interjects once more; “He calls the nodes that atomic nuclei occupy ‘vorticles’, Rupert explains, “and insists that so-called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

From Psychedelic Water 16 at

http://centraxis.blogspot.com/2009/02/alternative-universe-psychedelic-water.html  - BE AWARE! This link leads to implicate & explicit concepts & images

Images – author’s

Time Shift: The Virtual Lattice Matrix and the Music of Spheres

Time Shift

The Virtual Lattice Matrix and the Music of Spheres 

Time and space shift and warp throughout the cosmos. Their structures follow the underlying delineaments of a virtual matrix, a universal fractal fluid hologram that continuously and instantly resonates with all of its constituent parts in a perpetual flow, always in formation.

The virtual lattice matrix can be visualised as the transmission medium of light. Light does not travel as waves or particles from an emitter; rather, the lattice is vibrated by information emitted from hyperspace. This in-formation generates and carries the local ‘light’ signal through the four dimensional medium of timespace just as waves are transmitted through water molecules (or any other compressible fluid). A field of water molecules all affect each other as they are all effectively adjacent and in contact, their vibrations and movements inextricably interlinked with the entire puddle or ocean that surrounds them. Within the ‘zero point’ virtual field all potential particles are packed solid and ‘empty space’ is chock full of vibrations.

Timespace is filled with virtual vortices – nebulous ‘vorticles’ of twisting timespace, not discrete particles – in a fluid crystal ‘luminiferous aether’. This is the zero-point field. The underlying information field’s transmission frequency within 4D realms (light speed) varies from location to location according to the energy density of the surrounding timespace lattice. The ’speed of light’ is not a fixed value, but varies according to the density of ‘matter’ or energy field through which it propagates.

The local frequency of timespace – and the local propagation speed of light – is determined by the spin rate (and relative diameters) of the vorticles themselves as they are compressed or expanded via the local field density, which is ultimately derived from hyperspatial fields. Light as we perceive it manifests only at the surface of material bodies, where standing waves interrupt and transduce a perpetual flow of multidimensional forms in formation.

Information is continually travelling throughout the cosmos at superluminal speeds but can only be physically viewed or measured using a yardstick made from local material. Light manifests to this yardstick at a specific frequency relative to its own density and that of the field which contains it, whether planetary, stellar or galactic. This yardstick will vary in length depending upon whether we are within the overarching fields of planet Earth, of another planet with differing field density, within the Sun’s atmosphere (the solar bubble which extends far beyond the orbit of Neptune/Pluto) or in interstellar timespace. The relative speed of light varies constantly, as do rates of time in relation to each other across the length and breadth of the lattice fabric.

This is one reason why attempts to date the age of the universe are nonsensical; another is that the relative rate of time flow obviously continually alters as the universe evolves (during periods of rapid expansion for instance) and as timespace infolds and unfolds. Time is another yardstick that varies according to local conditions.

Information only manifests as light at the frequency range at which it can locally appear, within a vast spectrum of other possibilities. At differing frequency and amplitude ranges the same information pouring through hyperspace will unfold as different ‘particles’, such as electrons, in the material realm. The particular form of information’s appearance will be determined by standing waves which ultimately emanate from hyperspatial realms.

This will not be obvious to a viewer within any given local medium; one’s viewpoint and surrounds will always determine the local light speed as being relatively fixed and constant, as any information about an event or field strength outside the local field density will be seen through its occluding lens – and only apprehended at the ‘natural’ speed of light.

Orbital calculations within a solar system will not be substantially affected, except concerning objects passing from one planetary field into another; small differences in local time rates will then be observable as unexpected variations in trajectory and orbital velocity (as viewed from the originating planet). This makes accurate plotting of planetary missions using ballistic technology (rockets) more difficult than would otherwise be supposed – witness the huge number of plotting failures which resulted in all the earliest probes to the Moon and Mars missing the mark entirely, a tally of failures that continued until the true figures for orbital insertion were fudged through a laborious process of trial and error.

The Martian Mariner probe anomalies (whereby the orbital periods of Mars orbiters unaccountably shifted when they first entered the local field of Mars) are explained by the differing local timespace field of matter – at this harmonic band of the overarching standing wave of the Sun, whose nodes beat between our local star and the distant boundary of its heliosphere. This standing wave pattern defines the interval notes of a vibrant chord. It determines where Mars manifests from hyperspace as a discrete planetary body and determines the orbits and characteristics of all other bodies under the direct influence of the Sun.

Photons – the 1926 name for massless relativistic particles – do not exist. Massless information does exist – but not travelling at ‘light speed’. Information travelling though the matrix does so instantaneously, from its own perspective. As it reaches a standing wave (boundary condition) it slows through hyperspatial rotation to local light speed and can then be apprehended as ‘light’ or ‘energy’ by the ’substance’ it interacts with.

 
Vorticles appear to spin. Mass is manifested when vortexial structures appear from the matrix, slowed by a factor of local light speed and rotated into being by the presence of a standing wave to ‘create’ matter (in-phase rotating fields). Stroboscopic oscillations between nodes of these interlaced fields make up our material substance – ‘protons’, ‘electrons’, ‘neutrons’ – which are all really interlacing wave patterns, creating vorticles which oscillate in and out of phase with their surrounds.

In-phase fields produce apparent, regular 3D structures constructed of spinning vorticles of zero point aether. All of these transient or persistent shapes which underlie the apparent patterns of atoms can be inscribed within a sphere; a sphere is the geometrical inverse of a vortex. Those formations of vorticles which are internally symmetrical manifest as stable standing waves – matter. Others flip back into the infinite sea of potential, rotating back through other realms and dimensions.
 
Oscillating 3D structures with insufficient internal symmetry (parity) appear charged. Those which are internally symmetrical appear neutral. There are only five internally symmetrical solids but other non-Pythagorean arrangements also come into play in the manifestation of matter. The only possible arrangement that a sufficiently complex cluster of spinning vorticles or spheres can take without ‘grinding gears’ is located at the fourteen points of a virtual cube-octahedron – an arrangement that automatically arises from the underlying virtual tetrahedron field of timespace.

Rotations of potential (hyperspatial) fields through three dimensions at 45 degree angles stabilise 8-beat structures – cubes and octahedrons, which are the geometric inverse of each other. 36 degree rotations produce dodecahedrons ands icosahedrons, another pair of geometrical complements.

All 14 vorticles in a dodecahedron or cube-octahedron (a cube interlaced though an octahedron; see Contructing Reality) are aligned around a common field centre. The dodecahedron’s 12 faces are centred on the 12 vertices of a truncated cube-octahedron. This perfect ’shot pattern’ – the optimal arrangement for spherical storage – includes an inner 13th sphere, or vorticle. A corresponding 13^th vorticle – an ‘electron’ – orbits the dodecahedral proton (basic hydrogen).

When stripped of their orbiting vorticle, dodecahedra lose parity and cohesion, and within a packed vorticle field they commonly form hydrogen plasma. Their 13th & 14th (inner & orbiting) vorticles rotate perpendicularly to the polar field alignment facets (vectors derived from the primacy of spin) and manifest in situ as two of the fourteen vorticles that turn together in a mutually reinforcing circuit to form a neutron.

The interlacing of parity (in the cube-octahedral formation) and charge (in the dodecahedral formation) manifest material structures as they oscillate around the ‘ideal’ 13-sphere shot pattern of the truncated cube-octahedron. The dodecahedral pole of this standing wave pattern is the ‘proton’ and the cube-octahedral pole is the ‘neutron’.

The vorticles are all aligned to the centre of their virtual dodecahedral and cube-octahedral structures by virtue of simple geometrical constraints. The vorticles that comprise these shapes continuously flash from one arrangement to the other, forming interlaced protons and neutrons that are the nodes of a standing wave – matter. This affects the spins of all in-phase surrounding structures; thus matter is a self-referencing standing wave locked into the holographic medium of one local in-phase universe among infinitude parallel realms, all perpetually spinning into, through, and out of each other in a multiverse of probabilities.

‘Electron flow’ – electricity – is another product of vorticle resonance; the transmission of information through a multidimensional fractal fluid hologram interfacing with resonating 4D standing waves. Magnetism is an effect of vorticle resonance on surrounding timespace flow – another artefact of symmetrical structures manifesting as alignments within an aether field.

These alignments also produce ‘gravity’ (See Magic Net). Virtual particles continually wink in and out of local existence. Within material fields – matter – it’s far easier for a virtual vorticle to manifest within a stable geometrical arrangement of other vortices and remain in the local timespace field. A vorticle is induced by simple geometrical constraints to move towards the greatest aggregation of other vorticles and find a stable place to occupy within their structure. Each potential vorticle is drawn into being and pulled through field-lines of progressively increasing interlacing as the common strongest local field centre is approached.

Virtual particles are continually manifesting and disappearing in our reality as adjacent realities twist through each other. Progressively more dense elements manifest more ‘matter’ within themselves than lighter elements or surrounding ‘space’ does. 

Gravity is a simple consequence of geometrical interactions that make it easier for energy/matter to condense from the aether in places where interlaced arrangements of atoms already exist – where ‘energy’ or ‘matter’ exists.

This explains the observation that the planet Earth is expanding at a rate of about an inch a year, and alters all premillennial conceptions of stellar formation and evolution. The interwoven harmonies of vibrating spheres at microcosmic and macrocosmic levels are the matrix of ‘reality’.

God doesn’t play dice. She plays music.

- R. Ayana 2003

Thanks to T.B. Pawlicki

For more TimeSpace Elucidations see

Infinity and Beyond - Hyperspace in Your Life
http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2011/01/infinity-and-beyond-hyperspace-in-your.html

Holographic Multiverse

http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2011/02/holographic-multiverse.html

Time Shift - The Virtual Lattice Matrix

http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-shift-virtual-lattice-matrix-and.html

Constructing Reality

http://newilluminati.blog-city.com/constructing_reality.htm

Magic Net: How to Make Matter

http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2010/01/magic-net-how-to-make-matter.html

Time As a Lens - Self Referencing Nonlocal Awareness

http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-as-lens-speculations-on-self.html

Images – author’s

Manifestation Manifesto: Creating the World With Sublime Intent

Manifestation Manifesto

Creating the World With Sublime Intent

If we create reality with our wilful perceptions, how can we make a better Creation?

Keeping up with the mind expanding ideas, inventions and new millennial paradigms of physics and philosophy is a challenging pastime. We’re blessed and cursed to dwell in this amazingly interesting time, approaching a singular moment in humankind’s destiny. Some fresh discoveries and revelations directly involve us all. Perhaps you’re familiar with the idea that mind shapes the substrate of matter – that the manifest world is ultimately formed by mindstuff and thought.

It’s not a new concept. Despite constant dickering over the relevance of the quantum realm to the familiar world of our senses, this notion is now a generally accepted truism of the postmodern age, backed by innumerable studies. Plenty of evidence exists for the reality of psychic abilities in humans, but this far more personally challenging truth has yet to gain quite as much mainstream familiarity and acceptance.

Decades of experimentation delving into the effects of mind over matter have proven the case for psychic abilities in humans (and animals) beyond a shadow of doubt, regardless of the nature of damn lying statistics. Telekinesis has been satisfactorily demonstrated and scrutinised on numerous occasions, as have telepathy and precognition. (See Rupert Sheldrake, Reality is Malleable and the articles @ http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/search/label/psi ).

Many new proto-Illuminists take the low road, believing The Secret is that you can simply get whatever material object or person you want for your personal pleasure whenever you can harness your powers of manifestation. But the real secret is that if you wish for money or material things you’re doomed to ultimate mediocrity and dumbed-down cocooning. The best things in life are free; the Golden Touch was not a blessing for King Midas, but a curse.

In bygone and future eras – when psychic abilities are fully recognised – certain facts are well known. If one exploits any psychic abilities that arise as byproducts of achieving specific levels of focus and awareness, progression to deeper and higher levels is automatically blocked. Paths to higher consciousness are filtered by built-in safeguards. Clear motives and compassionate intent yield more fruit than indomitable will.

The implications associated with the reality of ‘mind over matter’ have long been known and exploited by various religious or other occult groups through the ages. The easiest matter to influence from a distance is living matter, and less focused minds have always been regarded as prey by control freaks of all stripes.

We are all connected; the same consciousness peering through several billion sets of eyes. The manifest world is shaped and maintained by collective consciousness. As Cliff High of the website Half Past Human has asserted, if individual human beings are latently (or actually) gifted with psychic abilities then the collective mass of humankind is likely to prove far more accurate in such fields as precognition and remote viewing.

The Global EGG Network operating out of Princeton has repeatedly demonstrated not only that humans affect random number generators, but that a great tide of similar alterations in the nature of chaos occurs around globally charged events – notably including 9/11 and the assassination of Princess Diana. But the reality and implicate power of the noosphere (nouse sphere or collective consciousness) is a concept that’s still taking root in the global mind, evolving as a microcosm of and template for our progressing evolution.

Groups including Transcendental Meditation have claimed that collective meditation directly and noticeably alters the collective and the manifest world. It’s further claimed that harnessing just the square root of one percent of any population will suffice to create a more harmonious society, as shown by sizeably lowered crime rates during periods of massed focused concentration – see http://www.alltm.org/pages/crime-arrested.html . Experiments begun in the 1980s with group meditation linking the heart chakra to the Sun have shown marked correlations with reduced sunspot activity.

There can be no doubt of the incontrovertible fact that mind – your mind – can and does effect changes in the manifest universe, at the very least. Are you aware of the programs running through your mind? Are your thoughts truly your own? Superstition can be defined as believing in things you don’t understand. What is truth, and how can you truly know the truth, rather than merely have faith in something you’ve been trained to believe? That’s what it takes to be a free being; relentlessly honest self examination and keen observation of everything inside and around you.

If you want to do the right thing it helps to know what the right thing actually is – otherwise you might mistakenly contribute your energy to toxic moneymaking scams like religious institutions or supposedly positive ‘good causes’ like poisonous universal vaccination, illusory cancer and AIDS ‘research’ or other ultra-profitable dead ends, instead of doing something worthwhile. After all, if consciousness creates reality, then the easiest reality to directly affect and alter is one’s own physical body and well being. Your health is in your hands (as is the healing touch, or the nourishing light of Reiki) – and it’s all in the mind. Make it so.

The most worthwhile task of all is the Great Work – enlightenment – and as bodhisattvas all aver, no one being can be fully enlightened unless every one can be enlightened.

 
Whenever great changes for good or ill have occurred in the human condition they’ve usually been spearheaded by a surprisingly small number of people. Humankind exists at a wide range of ages and abilities, with a vast variety of beliefs, habits, attitudes and differing cultural norms. Any small group pulling and pushing or simply guiding in a single direction will often nudge the rest into action, or at least acquiescence, and propel them onto the desired path.

Changing the world (for better of worse) doesn’t require a conscious effort by everyone; perhaps only as little as the square root of one percent of the world’s population will suffice – say the square root of seventy million, or ‘only’ 8,367 people (rounded up).

Until recently anyone who attempted to link up with likeminded beings faced manifold obstacles – twinned tyrannies of distance and time zones, culture and religion, and class/caste and race – which all served as filters and brakes on communication and cooperation. The forerunners of new paradigms have always comprised a tiny minority. Long before the internet and rapid means of communication, each community boasted farsighted individuals who were viewed by their peers as eccentric, at best.

Spreading ideas and joining with likeminded people was a relatively laborious (and more censored and potentially dangerous) task compared to using the freed instantaneous media we experience now. Networking has never been easier, socially or otherwise. We’re all individuals pursuing various dreams and aspirations. Some light workers illuminate the web with images, while others use music, stories, articles or videos to spread their messages across the unmediated true mass medium of our new conscious collective.

Some still bypass the net and directly affect the web of consciousness with guided visualisation, mass meditation or prayer.

The planet has always been a shared global mind comprised of the dreams and perceptions of an amazing variety of life forms. The web of life has many strands; no-one can be certain which are absolutely essential to the continuation of life. All our ecosystems as well as the very landform itself are maintained by the wilful wishes of an exceptionally diverse range of entities, including the obvious animal denizens of our shared world. We can only save ourselves by maintaining a flourishing diversity of lifeforms.  

 
Humankind is but one of the strands in the web of life yet we currently leverage all others, inhabiting the spotlight-blinded centre stage in this collective theatrical display. We have essential parts to play in collective destiny.

Now that we’ve become a global village the internet is evolving into a prefrontal lobe of Gaia. We’re all neurons in the new world chaos of interlinked minds, creating more than just ideas with the connexions and links and citations we create. Focused consciousness alters the world itself, and the easiest parts of the world to shift are those which are already moving; animate and alive beings, including humans.

If your aid to the planetary ecosystem and your fellow beings is limited (by responsibilities or current capabilities) to the work you enact by caring and sharing world-healing ideas online, your precious time and concentration has not been used in vain.

Yet if you’re serious about bringing positive changes into the world, enacting your beliefs to build something truly beneficial or to save something precious may be mandatory if you’re to look your self in the eye. Some imperative changes on Planet Earth require bods on the ground, or under the canopy, or in bright orange inflatable boats, to act in front-line delaying actions while the collective gets its act together.

Enlightenment is the Great Work. It requires no material input. On a material level the most honourable work available to humankind today is the continual protection and ongoing restoration of the habitats we and our ancestors have so thoughtlessly destroyed. This is the best way to ensure a healthy, happy future for ourselves, the other species with which we share the planet and all who come after us. This is the noblest calling of all for those whose work isn’t limited to virtual acts of virtue, or lighting a torch in the cave of the skull.

Environmental action holds paramount place amid the plethora of causes clamouring for our attention. No charitable cause intended to solely benefit humans can ever be more deserving. It takes far more than a thousand years to regrow a healthy thousand year old tree; you need a healthy forest around it first. Legislation to protect the Earth moves much more slowly than a chainsaw or harpoon, and real protection requires sensitive souls on the ground (or in a vessel). Helping the world is helping yourself to a better future.

It’s impossible to really know reality unless one experiences the natural world firsthand. Living in entirely artificial constructs like cities and towns is a fantasy existence where nothing a person can see or hear or touch or smell is natural, or even real. Almost every apparently natural rock or tree has been set in place by human hands, and everything is a construct of the human mind – thoughts literally made concrete. Urban dwellers experience an existence that occurs entirely inside the human mind.

The real world awaits, and it’s far more forgiving and accepting than most human societies. If you’re in a position free enough to strike out and experience the planet beyond ‘civilisation’ you’re part of the small minority the planet is crying out to for direct aid. Saving something real and good is a great way to save your self. Every action brings many reactions that occur on a multitude of levels. The natural world is the best place to learn to listen to the inner voice and follow the inner light.

Moving out of the constant whirl of society is a weaning process that can’t be taken lightly. Leaving constant distraction behind can be difficult – almost as difficult as facing all the inner turmoil we avoid by continual distraction. There is nothing more challenging for modern urban dwellers than learning to quiet the chattering mind and experiencing real peace.

Most are taught to put off living the lives they truly want to lead until ‘later’, but tomorrow never comes for those who wait to pursue their dreams until they’re tired and worn out. By the time humans have matured – by around thirty, when endless urban entertainment begins to pall – it’s high time to strike out and leave waiting behind. It’s also a great time to begin planting food trees and forests, while you can still eventually experience savouring the fruits of your labour. It’s never too early to leave the hive behind, or to examine your mind, or to experience the things that make living worthwhile. 

Meanwhile, there’s always time to dream, to know, to hope and help.

Dreaming the world into paradise is fun – and a far more fun ride than any of the alternatives. Dare to dream of paradise for all and we can still all end up there together – here, living the lives we’ve chosen on a blessed, beautiful jewel of a planet in a gloriously wondrous universe.

- by R. Ayana

P.S. – plenty of room out here in the bush – and plenty of restoration and regeneration of damaged paradisiacal ecosystems that need your help. And please share this!

From http://hermetic.blog.com/2011/05/31/manifestation-manifesto-creating-the-world-with-sublime-intent/

See 'Transcendental Meditation Experiment Arrests Crime' @ http://nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2011/06/transcendental-meditation-experiment.html

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Keeping Up Appearances

(While Secretly Being a Mutant)

 

The Spirit of a Materialist Enlightened

 In the New Millennium we all know that matter is made of energy, that this entire multifaceted jewel of a world, the universe and our own physical bodies, all we see or seem and apprehend with our sensorial array is immaterial energy.
 
            We’re familiar with the image of immeasurable space in which small dots of matter are distributed as suns, planets and nebulae. We’re familiar with the same image applying to the microcosmic atomic realms within us;  almost everything within and without us is space, with a fine sprinkling of particles creating the appearance of materiality out of spinning blobs of energy arranged by standing waves. 

            It’s all a matter of perception and perspective – and appearance.

            Proponents of advanced physics have gone at least one step further, promoting the idea that these energy forms are arranged by ideas themselves, by mind itself, by the reality of the observer; that the standing waves of energy/matter are organised by the consciousness that perceives them (see Bohm et al). This concept, along with the idea of an infinitude of alternate or parallel universes – a truly infinite multiverse in which everything and anything is not only possible, but mandatory – automatically arise from the notion of uncertainty, of indeterminacy as promulgated by Heisenberg. 

           They are inextricably interwoven with the understanding we have gained from the conceptual revolution of quantum physics; energy moves where we expect it to go, but it moves in every other possible pattern, state and direction as well – simultaneously. ‘Space’ is an infinite well of potential that can be tricked into actualisation by the manipulation of fields and frequencies . This manipulation can take place from and on many levels – including that of mind.

            The Vedas of the pre-Hindu antediluvian world (that existed before the great catastrophes attending and following the end of the last glaciation) have always claimed that matter is made of and infused with energy, formed, constructed and infused by mind, and created and generated by a realm of existence that translates poorly into the modern Western concept of ‘spirit’ (rather, think ‘life energy’ or the ‘Odic Force’, ‘Prana’, ‘Orgone’, ‘Chi’, ‘Holy Breath’ or ‘the Force’).All four levels of existence from matter to spirit are intimately and implicately interrelated with each other; are parts of each other and represent a still higher reality, nestled within and beyond the multidimensional framework whose appearance we understand as the material world. 

Aspiring to Inspiration

 The term ‘spirit’ has been rendered vapid and ethereal by centuries of misuse by the superstitious. Today the word - and its bastard off-shoot ‘spirituality’ - utterly fails to inspire. Originally understood as the unerring spear-thrust of the Divine that penetrates to the core of each and every blunt material body, filling it to its extremities, ‘spirit’ has been downgraded and reduced by a millennium of false dogmas into a boring, superfluous concept that appears to have nothing whatever to do with the here and now.
            Many things, ideas and beings exist and interpenetrate our day to day lives that affect us and our behaviour all the time, and we prefer not to notice. We prefer to think that all our thoughts and decisions are wholly our own, that our free will is paramount – even if we fail to take the minimal time for self-observation to ensure that this is so. Not all of these outside influences are human or material. Everything is alive – and everything is spirit.
            That inelegantly dumb and bludgeoning cudgel of a Western weasel-word – ‘God’ – has been substituted for more ineffable and instructive terms. This feudal notion blocks the inner aspiration of inspiration, the divine right to divine truth revealed in the here and now to each and every one of us - the heritage and legacy of all beings.
            To be aware of that which drives and controls us, we must engage in self-examination and the impartial study of the thoughts and emotions passing through us - and the actions we perform. Self-aware consciousness requires that we be here now. Without this awareness we are automatons programmed by our previous decisions. Only conscious behaviour and thought allow us to reprogramme ourselves.False teachings exhort the blindly, blithely faithful to aspire to a tenuous and tenebrous realm where the ultimate is divorced from the intimate; where immersion in the blissful subtleties of manifest creation is seen as incompatible with a deep knowledge of the self; where self-denial and brainless sacrifices made in the name of self-enslavement are seen as tickets to a judgmental heaven; where some potential existence after this very real life is more important than being here now. 

Nothing could be further from the truth - because the soul is immortal and we all judge ourselves from a heightened perspective of consciousness in the end. Who knows you better than your honest, unalloyed self? The only time-tested method of temporary escape from your self is death - and the amnesia caused by the sensory denial of the womb and the bright, loud shock of rebirth in a perennial, self-induced amnesia. It doesn’t have to be this way. It’s just a choice, an ingrained habit that we can wean ourselves from, if we retrain our passions, minds and bodies. If we learn who we are and decide we like ourselves enough. 
If you like, take a breath for a moment. Allow your peripheral vision to occupy your attention for a moment as you stare into this conceptual space that you’re reading. Allow your vision to extend to the periphery of your being, not focused on a tunnel. Hold that feeling, that perception of widening horizons. Feel how your consciousness alters as you focus on everything, from your brain’s centre. Hold that thought.
Try it again. 
Sensual and sensuous immersion in the various pleasures, luxuries and enticements of reality is a prerequisite for true enlightenment – along with a journey of simplicity, compassion and self-examination, awareness and reduction of attachments and adhesions. It’s all just being here now. There’s no paradox – one state leads inexorably and rhythmically to the other; they’re inextricably interwoven in the multihued tapestry of life. Everyone who wishes to can experience and be many different things in the course of one single lifetime. Time is on our side – if we take the time.
            Modern priests and religious teachers of all spots and stripes are fallen tribal shamans with only a vestigial awareness of their true role in society. Dynastic, world-devouring emperors and kings and their puppet presidents residing enthroned above their fellows are just spear-wielding hunter-killers elevated to positions they’re incapable of filling.
            All of them are control-freaking confidence tricksters jammed firmly into the well-padded armor of their bodies by fear of the here and now and terror at the promising changes of the uncontrollable future. Not even their most accurate prognostications can shield them from the unknown results of their past and present actions. That’s the great universal benison of the uncertainty principle, a gift in the present to all free-willed beings. Priestly presidents and cardinal kings attempt to replace eternal ethics – like fairness, or the ‘golden rule’ known intrinsically to all - with a myriad of transient cult and culture-specific moralities that are merely arbitrary mores and inconvenient conventions. These evil fantasies of population control are dreamed up by hide-bound, straight-jacketed patriarchs and matriarchs whose job it is to maintain the status quo – to forestall all revolution or evolution of the species and its nature.The tell us to regard fear as ‘conservatism’ and suicidal behaviour as ‘tradition’, snug in their own well-feathered dinosaur nests, laying sterile eggs of untruth to poison unwary innocents. 

The Fuckup Principle 

These pseudo-potentates all poorly served by flunkies – self-serving public servants and lawyers/liars – whose own unenlightened self-interest makes it impossible and unwise to tell the truth about the system to their ‘superiors’. Likewise, the lower echelons of society keep as many of their activities free from the oversight of overlords and beaurocrats as possible. And it’s certainly not in the interest of power mongers to inform and educate those over whom they rule - beyond a basic level of competence necessary to maintain a passable, sleepwalking semblance of civilization that provides them with a high enough standard of luxury to separate them from the common herd – from the vermin in their warrens. Remember the image – it’s one firmly held in mind by many of the rich and powerful whose ranks much of the planet would happily sell their souls to join – if only they came from the right family.

            This edifice of misconduct and miscommunication is known as the Fuckup Principle (by Robert Anton Wilson, Bob Shea and the rest of the enlightenment movement of the last generation) – the unavoidable consequence of a pyramidal, rigidly hierarchical and caste-driven society. Automaton-like existence in a hive doesn’t suit fun-loving domesticated primates and eventually the whole corrupt termite mound rots from within as it chews away the tree trunk that supports it.

            The globe is littered with the ruined remnants of cities and other support systems for the use of the handful of self-obsessed people who believe they are born to rule forever.

            Smart primates – like clever rats – desert these houses of cards when the winds of change begin to blow and take to the trees; then the whole cycle repeats itself as civilization emerges from caverns and deserts and the primordial swamp once again. We’re creatures of ingrained habit living on a planet subject to cyclic transformation, learning to work toward our own salvation through evolution, to remake our own nature with compassionate common sense. We have an infinitude of alternative futures (and presents) to choose from. We can live in the best of all possible worlds – in fact, we already do.

The Fat Lady Sings

Every object and event is not merely illusion – it’s the fleeting, transforming surface of a deeper conscious reality that all chemistry, habit, automatism and robotic behaviour is embedded in. Our familiar solid reality is an interlocked series of cross-sections of many planes and forces.

            As many schizophrenics, monks and mystics know, every utterance is a multifarious portent and every scene or action an omen of a parallel, simultaneous series of overlapping realities. We live in a multifaceted living fractal jewel of a hologram where every question has many answers and every quest has a plenitude of destinies.

            The consciousness and awareness available at ‘higher’ geometric dimensions or alternate possible planes leaks continually through the sieve of reality as the reality of our senses and the visons and concepts that enter our minds. We are gateways to an always tappable potential, to deeper perceptions of reality - and abilities that transform our notions of probability and possibility. We come equipped with the built-in tools to explore these other realms, if we tune our awareness and senses into a gestalt whose whole is far greater than the sum of its particles – if we take a moment to centre ourselves, to turn on, tune in, drop out of our notions of convention and quest outward into the unknown with sensitivity and self-preserving reverence.

            The grand old cycle’s coming round again, and soon the fat lady Gaia will sing, ushering in another ending and a new beginning. We can do better this time. We’ve never been better prepared for what faces us. We’re developing the international social skills and communications to avert all war – if we can reign in our own passions in each and every one of our all-important lives. We can learn to govern our appetites and propaganda-driven desires and repair the planet that supports us all. The economies, techniques and technologies already exist for us to make this a paradise planet for all. Is this what we will?We’re fun-loving primates. We can even learn to like to share with people that don’t look, smell or sound like us. 

And we can come up with something infinitely fairer and better than the same old feudal nightmare, the dominant paradigm that endures today through the nepotic and necrotic masks of despotism or totalitarianism or socialism or the meretricious meritocracies that pose as democracies, where only the rich can be elected to high office. They’re all a series of old classics dressed up in velcro and polyester and they’re all beginning to pall for the new generations of humans who are finally aware of what is possible – and easy. The eyes and ears and minds of humanity are evolving too rapidly to be contained – the genie is out of the bottle, and always has been. We’re the dawning of a new species, open and ready and waiting for enlightenment – ready to do the right thing by each other, now that struggle and strife are no longer necessary. Ready to do the improbable.The waiting is at an end. Just forget your fears and maintain a sense of immanence. The new you is coming. Can you imagine what you can be? 

- R. Ayana

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