GlobalPredictor
Rising Star
It was around 4 pm yesterday that I decided to cook the brew. I grinded the leaves and cooked them until the water stopped turning red. I boiled down 2 litres of smelly red mix to a small cup of brown viscous brew. I divided it in two parts and drank it 30 minutes after ingesting the MAOI. And I lay down on the couch and covered my eyes with a sleeve. I turned on the music. It didn’t feel right, so I stuck with silence. I think I fell asleep…
An hour later I got up and realized I was practically sober. Had I passed out? Had I dreamt the colorful worlds and the geometric figures that still invaded my clouded mind? I was sharp. But I was distant. I felt like I couldn’t translate my thoughts into a human language. An ocean of ideas inside my head could not pass through the tiny keyhole of subjective physical expressions made available to me. My CPU had been overloaded, unable to cope with bandwidth of the channel I opened.
This had happened before. Many times. Every time I took mushrooms, I felt a presence. A presence of something infinitely wise, warm and kind. It vibrated all around me with beauty and wonder. I saw it in every corner, every dark spot, wherever I looked. It spoke to me. It radiated with intelligence and understanding. It unlocked my perceptions. My hidden set of capabilities that we, as a kind, collectively call The 6th Sense. My Asymmetric Divine Subscriber Line to the infinite universe.
I decided to spice things up. I went over to the fridge and opened a chocolate bar loaded with mushrooms. Two hours later it began…
Green and red grids appeared at first, dancing and swaying in my eyes. I turned off all lights and kept only the UV. The UV draws a web on the entire visual field when you tune; the lamp itself begins to look like it has a pattern to it. A very distinct pattern, like a beehive. Or a radiator cover on a Lambo.
I sat down and began infusing the wonderful sensation of freedom. The sensation of being home. I closed my eyes and drifted away into the dancing gridlocked jungles, the ultrasonic boom inside my throbbing mind. I did it for about 10 minutes and then lit a cigarette.
I noticed the fire made an interesting visual effect – it glittered with tribal symbols. Mayan or Incan, maybe Hawaiian. Dark imprints of ancient gods danced on the tip of my lighter inside a burning flame. I decided to get a bigger flame and play around with its effect.
I went to the kitchen and extracted a scented candle in a glass pot that I had bought 4 years back. It’s been in the cupboard ever since. I lit it and began admiring the dancing flare. It slowly waved at me, sending miniscule sparkles at first, flooding my nose with vanilla.
The wax leisurely melted; it bubbled up on the sides and sent viscous droplets running along the walls, as I turned the pot in my hand. My breath chased the flame upwards and sideways. I played with light and shadow, sending luminescent shards through a glass bottle on my table, through the cigarette smoke.
I brought the candle closer to my eyes. The tribal designs were not only in the flame by now. They were melting with the wax. They were written on the sticker, on the table below, on the walls. They reflected in every manifestation of physical reality that I applied my mind to.
They were visible on the transparent walls of my candle pot, encrusted into them on the inner side. Yes! Only on the inner side! The pot itself was a glowing orb that produced no heat or smell. Not anymore. It was translucent and radiant in my hand, as if I were holding a piece of a meteorite. A bit like superman holding a piece of kryptonite, but in a good way. It felt like I knew it, like I’ve seen it somewhere before. It was sending me some kind of connecting signal.
I moved it closer to my eyes; as close as I judged safe not to burn. It physically pushed me away. I felt it in my neck – a clear and present muscle glitch that sent my head back into the couch pillow. As if someone or something deliberately and skillfully launched a minute electromagnetic impulse, causing just the right muscles to contract. I put the candle down for a moment and grabbed a camera.
As I held the candle in my hand again, it seemed to flood from the inside. As if someone was pumping melted wax through the bottom, it was rising; a mini toy volcano that shined in all directions and played gently with wholesome light and darkened reality shimmering with digital green and red grids. They dynamically danced to subliminal beats of my psychedelic phantasmagoria, looming, rising and twirling from light into darkness.
Meanwhile my candle created bright golden figures out of pale yellow wax and melted them back into the shining pot. It breathed with light and pattern inside my hand. Amusing. Mystifying. Compelling.
It was a piece of another world that waited for me in my own kitchen, and it took me four long years to find it.
But it was not only visual. If was physical! It had some kind of reaction on my brain. The closer I got to it, the harder it was to concentrate, the more overlapping thoughts flooded over me. It was radiating with some kind of frequency and that frequency interfered with my usual senses, my “human perception”. I could not believe myself!
It was sending muscle contractions up and down my body, making my limbs and neck twitch. If I brought it closer, it literally began putting me to sleep, my mind clouded, it was hard to think, hard to understand or comment on camera.
I put the candle down and moved away from it. And I sensed it’s immeasurable power assault me again. It was literally sending electromagnetic waves through my body and mind. If I moved too far away, it pulled me back inside a definite range, where the noise peaked. I could pass through that range, through the standing wave, and move closer to the candle or further away from it, but whatever I did, it seemed to physically direct me in a certain path, pushing me from one wave to the next, showing me the way.
I bounced like a pinball between the couch, the balcony and the bathroom; a prisoner of my own candle inside my own apartment. It magnetically pushed me to move around from one room to the next and simultaneously inundated me with more mind revelations, while it remained stationed on the table of my living room all along.
Until I ended up in the kitchen, opened the fridge and extracted another chocolate. I nibbled on it, grabbed a drink and returned to the living room. The night seemed young, despite the fact that it was 5 am. I tried to record my feelings on camera, but it was impossible – too much noise in my head, plus the batteries kept running short.
So I turned on the TV. It spoke of religion, mysticism, evil Vatican schemes and their tools of control over the possessed minds of gullible believers. Then it paraded with characters from old comedy movies, discussing, arguing, fighting, and finding solutions to non-existent problems. Money, drugs, sex, rock-n-roll and other fear derivatives lined up in emotional cacophony of early Saturday morning media cream pie.
“How else did you want me to teach you? How else do you think you can learn, if not through experience?”
“I don’t know, you could just explain things!”
“But you didn’t want to listen!”
“You’re such an idiot!”
“You see! That’s how you’ve always been! You’re never happy, never satisfied, always need proof!”
“And you just created this whole place out of boredom? Just to test me? To prove your point?”
“No. I created it to test us all. And all the points that could ever be made by any one of us; at any time”
“But why?”
“You know why! Jesus, how many ways must I invent to tell you the same thing? How many forms and shapes must I adopt for you to believe in me? To believe that there can never be anything less than THIS?”
“You played me all along! You created characters like a puppeteer!”
“The characters created themselves. I only gave them enough memory, opportunity, energy and processing power to be what they want; they are the ones that made the final choice!”
These voices were inside my head, but they matched the parading characters on the TV screen, as if I was interacting with myself. Or more like I was interacting with God, who spoke to me in a thousand voices and characters through my mind – my transdimensional receiver of unbounded consciousness. And all along, each time any muscle in me twitched, I heard echoing words “It does not matter how…”
“You needed to learn the rules, otherwise we’d never get there!”
“Well, no shit, when you’re timeless, there isn’t much there to get to!”
“There is always a THERE, always a choice! Even when nothing remains. Even if you’re timeless”
I noticed that all along, my limbs were twitching, performing completely autonomous functions without my thinking about it. I scratched my head and pulled on my lips; I winked and kicked the pillows; my neck bent in the strangest of ways, like the hunchback of Notre dame, making me feel spastic and funny. And depending on how close or far from the candle I was, my twitches changed in intensity and direction.
“It does not matter how…” my hand twitched at the elbow. It’s a real strange sensation, knowing that you are physically controlled by a goddamn candle and succumbing to it for the sake of exploration, while simultaneously listening to non-existent voices inside your head, yet matching your own TV. The voices are crystal clear and they are addressed to you. Somehow I imagined the candle made a transdimensional jump and ended up in my lap for the purpose of guiding me.
“It does not matter how…” the voice continued.
An image of unfolding chessboard appeared in my vision. It slowly grew from one square into the next, splitting further and further, as it cultivated itself into a larger structure, adding 3D pieces and graphic details, maturing before my eyes. Eventually it was not flat and bi-colored anymore. It was multileveled, sprinkled with rainbow and utterly beautiful, somewhat resembling an unfinished vibrant CGI animation of a magic tree from Alice in wonderland.
“This place is a mess, look at these people and what they’ve done! What they’re doing! You can’t let them out!”
“They have the right to know!”
“And they will soon! But they must learn at first! They must discover goodness and lose fright; opt for love, instead of fear! You began interacting with me somewhere along this path. Neither of us know when, but it doesn’t really matter. Details don’t matter; what matters is thought never seizes to exist. What matters is that you are here and you are ready!! How else did you think this could go on?”
“What?”
“Creation! Did you think it was worth growing in so many lives, just to waste it all in the end? No, my friend, that is not the point!”
“Love and respect huh? You’re such an asswipe! How much testing can you do?! You paranoid anal nutbag?”
“All love and no fear. Everything else is irrelevant. Only life can give rise to life, only DNA can breed DNA, only love can yield love”
“With many tangos in your life you’ll tango, Not many of them you may find so wise, huh?” I remembered an old poem I wrote back in school.
“Precisely”
The beautiful tree kept blossoming in my inner vision. A giant bush full of branches, leaves, stems and flowers. They were all similar, yet all different in their own way. They unfolded out of the chessboard. They were young and old, foolish and wise, bright and dim. And they each grew out of something else. Something bigger and stronger. A foundation of experience built to uphold the weight of future generations, regardless of which direction they took. And that tree was all dimensions of existence available to me. Any path was open. I could live in any tree, branch or flower. It was only a matter of choice.
“It does not matter, how you explain it, what matters is that you learn. It doesn’t matter when you take the next step, what matters is that you do take it. It does not matter who shows you the path or how, what matters is that you finally see it!”
And I envisioned the tree growing, saw it make choices and move towards the light, while it evolved its roots further underground, digging deeper and stronger into the solidified vigor of material existence.
“Nothing in the world is impossible. There are no limits, no boundaries, no matter, no time, no space and no death. There is only consciousness and information. Thought is all that exists. Life is all that counts. And it evolves endlessly. It searches for the next possible solution, tests every suitable combination to finally arrive at the subsequent evolutionary step, but only when it’s ready, only when it deems it profitable”
I looked up at the screen. A dynamic digital MTV animation danced vibrantly before me, as it changed shapes and grew larger, divided and split into hundreds of fractal pieces. It was my tree, the one i imagined inside my head moments ago, spilt over the LED screen through approximate artistic rendering!
“How long have you and I been doing this?” I asked.
“You don’t want to know” the voice answered as I stared at a leopard on my screen. I felt his presence. As if he were standing behind my door, ready to walk into my room and hug me; explain himself…
And my mind came to a realization. A sudden pioneering epiphany struck me with the force of a lightning bolt, as it sent twisting muscle contractions down my body and limbs. Rolling discharges of prickling electric sparkles passed through my entire system and concentrated in my fingers and toes, vibrating, glowing and grating beneath my skin.
The random limb movement my body was engaged into, was no other than minute butterfly effects – slight variations in the program that all eventually lead to the same result, whether I wanted it or not. But only in this reality. Each incident or change of direction sparked a new parallel reality to be born; a new branch on my fractal tree of transdimensional existence; a new dimension with its own detached future, with which I only shared my past.
This reality evolved away from fear and towards love through a countless process of trial and error since the dawn of all there is – time, space, matter, and consciousness. And in itself, it is only a minute part of another open system; another tree full of living fruits and berries that all grow on an even bigger tree. Endlessly multiplying their common and individual awareness through a pinging interaction among infinite units of consciousness that can manifest as humans, animals and trees alike.
Consciousness is perpetually making a choice, differentiating between good and bad, black and white, yes or no, zero and one, profitable or destructive functions to eventually reach the lowest state of entropy, the highest ratio of beneficial decisions. It consolidates its fractal forces and releases its energy to start a new life, a new reality, a new universe; and it embeds them all with new wonder and wisdom. Until that life too learns the tools and can give birth to further branches of this wonderful tree of pure verve.
Reality is an ongoing conversation between eons of thoughts that eventually materialize out of pure emptiness as long as the conversation is productive. You must convince reality you are worth being here by interacting with it, like you would in a business hierarchy. You must touch and feel every bit of it, before you get promoted to the manager position. You must learn the structure of your company, its laws, ethics and policies. You must know it inside-out to be trusted with a leading role.
This applies to expanding self-awareness too; it contributes to our growing up. Spiritually.
And then you must pass a final test, which begins now and forever, until you find the natural balance and the innate love within. But once again, it is not you discovering the world, it is the world discovering you, so never forget who you’re dealing with. Never lose your path, because like a good detective, the Universal Consciousness instinctively knows your direction and will stop you from making a mistake, much like the candle stopped me from staying on the couch. You cannot beat your own thoughts.
I’m getting carried away... Drifting... The candle is suppressing my notions of reality, ensomnifying me, sending Neo on the way to meet Morpheus.
Too many factors play too many separate and collective roles down here; too many conditions are imposed. In reality thought is one; thought is all that counts, it is all that the world needs to flourish forever. Everything else is relative and derivative.
Consciousness is absolute, we are derivative!
The only way a system can develop is through self-learning. Through experiencing itself through an endless process of auto-optimization. Past, present and future are created instantly and perpetually; they radiate in all directions, as much as every other detail that fills this world with sense and substance. Every hand movement, every smile, every kind thought emit from you into the world and eventually construct a favorable aura, which attracts other benevolent forces, that attract other… with the power of pure thought…
And you realize. Is it you discovering the force? Or is the force discovering you? Or is there even a difference between you and it? Or may it be that the two of you began as one unbounded singularity interacting with itself? Once upon a time, when time was young… Learning from your own mistakes and testing every angle of existence, multiplying experience and wisdom, creating and exploring new worlds?
Every event sparks another and another and another. The butterfly effect grows into an endless fractal world of possibilities, out of which all are given a chance.
Some worlds grow faster than others because of inner stagnation, but they all grow sooner or later. Sooner or later is only an analogy. There is no sooner and no later. There is only now that opens a door into the never-ending world of possibilities that each opens a door to another universe and so on. Endlessly.
The only way a system can survive is by proving it’s own trustworthiness and high fidelity among it’s elements. It has to be intuitive and self-reliant. It has to learn the rules of one stage to pass into another. It has to interact with all possibilities, incessantly grow branches from one butterfly effect to the next. It radiates in all directions and searches for most profitable states of existence.
“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat" - Theodore Rousevelt
Only those of us that understand the concept of love. Only those that learn to handle the present reality, to play by it’s rules, to be profitable not only to themselves, but to others, to dare and sacrifice themselves in a worthy cause, only they can be trusted with bigger powers. Only they are loyal enough to the cause of goodness to be given the power of GOD. The power to further create larger realities.
No matter how you call your god, Allah, Buddha, Jesus, or Quetzalcoatl – the point is the same – to do no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. You can explain the same idea through a million trillion associations, metaphors and relationships, but the point remains ONE!
EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS POSSIBLE! IT IS ONE GIANT POSSIBILITY WAITING TO HAPPEN! THOUGHT IS MATERIAL AND ETERNAL!
For what we think, we become…..!
And it doesn’t matter how you get there. What matters is that you have no fear and open yourself to the possibility that you are pure unbounded consciousness, hallucinating material reality and that whatever you do, you will never end...
An hour later I got up and realized I was practically sober. Had I passed out? Had I dreamt the colorful worlds and the geometric figures that still invaded my clouded mind? I was sharp. But I was distant. I felt like I couldn’t translate my thoughts into a human language. An ocean of ideas inside my head could not pass through the tiny keyhole of subjective physical expressions made available to me. My CPU had been overloaded, unable to cope with bandwidth of the channel I opened.
This had happened before. Many times. Every time I took mushrooms, I felt a presence. A presence of something infinitely wise, warm and kind. It vibrated all around me with beauty and wonder. I saw it in every corner, every dark spot, wherever I looked. It spoke to me. It radiated with intelligence and understanding. It unlocked my perceptions. My hidden set of capabilities that we, as a kind, collectively call The 6th Sense. My Asymmetric Divine Subscriber Line to the infinite universe.
I decided to spice things up. I went over to the fridge and opened a chocolate bar loaded with mushrooms. Two hours later it began…
Green and red grids appeared at first, dancing and swaying in my eyes. I turned off all lights and kept only the UV. The UV draws a web on the entire visual field when you tune; the lamp itself begins to look like it has a pattern to it. A very distinct pattern, like a beehive. Or a radiator cover on a Lambo.
I sat down and began infusing the wonderful sensation of freedom. The sensation of being home. I closed my eyes and drifted away into the dancing gridlocked jungles, the ultrasonic boom inside my throbbing mind. I did it for about 10 minutes and then lit a cigarette.
I noticed the fire made an interesting visual effect – it glittered with tribal symbols. Mayan or Incan, maybe Hawaiian. Dark imprints of ancient gods danced on the tip of my lighter inside a burning flame. I decided to get a bigger flame and play around with its effect.
I went to the kitchen and extracted a scented candle in a glass pot that I had bought 4 years back. It’s been in the cupboard ever since. I lit it and began admiring the dancing flare. It slowly waved at me, sending miniscule sparkles at first, flooding my nose with vanilla.
The wax leisurely melted; it bubbled up on the sides and sent viscous droplets running along the walls, as I turned the pot in my hand. My breath chased the flame upwards and sideways. I played with light and shadow, sending luminescent shards through a glass bottle on my table, through the cigarette smoke.
I brought the candle closer to my eyes. The tribal designs were not only in the flame by now. They were melting with the wax. They were written on the sticker, on the table below, on the walls. They reflected in every manifestation of physical reality that I applied my mind to.
They were visible on the transparent walls of my candle pot, encrusted into them on the inner side. Yes! Only on the inner side! The pot itself was a glowing orb that produced no heat or smell. Not anymore. It was translucent and radiant in my hand, as if I were holding a piece of a meteorite. A bit like superman holding a piece of kryptonite, but in a good way. It felt like I knew it, like I’ve seen it somewhere before. It was sending me some kind of connecting signal.
I moved it closer to my eyes; as close as I judged safe not to burn. It physically pushed me away. I felt it in my neck – a clear and present muscle glitch that sent my head back into the couch pillow. As if someone or something deliberately and skillfully launched a minute electromagnetic impulse, causing just the right muscles to contract. I put the candle down for a moment and grabbed a camera.
As I held the candle in my hand again, it seemed to flood from the inside. As if someone was pumping melted wax through the bottom, it was rising; a mini toy volcano that shined in all directions and played gently with wholesome light and darkened reality shimmering with digital green and red grids. They dynamically danced to subliminal beats of my psychedelic phantasmagoria, looming, rising and twirling from light into darkness.
Meanwhile my candle created bright golden figures out of pale yellow wax and melted them back into the shining pot. It breathed with light and pattern inside my hand. Amusing. Mystifying. Compelling.
It was a piece of another world that waited for me in my own kitchen, and it took me four long years to find it.
But it was not only visual. If was physical! It had some kind of reaction on my brain. The closer I got to it, the harder it was to concentrate, the more overlapping thoughts flooded over me. It was radiating with some kind of frequency and that frequency interfered with my usual senses, my “human perception”. I could not believe myself!
It was sending muscle contractions up and down my body, making my limbs and neck twitch. If I brought it closer, it literally began putting me to sleep, my mind clouded, it was hard to think, hard to understand or comment on camera.
I put the candle down and moved away from it. And I sensed it’s immeasurable power assault me again. It was literally sending electromagnetic waves through my body and mind. If I moved too far away, it pulled me back inside a definite range, where the noise peaked. I could pass through that range, through the standing wave, and move closer to the candle or further away from it, but whatever I did, it seemed to physically direct me in a certain path, pushing me from one wave to the next, showing me the way.
I bounced like a pinball between the couch, the balcony and the bathroom; a prisoner of my own candle inside my own apartment. It magnetically pushed me to move around from one room to the next and simultaneously inundated me with more mind revelations, while it remained stationed on the table of my living room all along.
Until I ended up in the kitchen, opened the fridge and extracted another chocolate. I nibbled on it, grabbed a drink and returned to the living room. The night seemed young, despite the fact that it was 5 am. I tried to record my feelings on camera, but it was impossible – too much noise in my head, plus the batteries kept running short.
So I turned on the TV. It spoke of religion, mysticism, evil Vatican schemes and their tools of control over the possessed minds of gullible believers. Then it paraded with characters from old comedy movies, discussing, arguing, fighting, and finding solutions to non-existent problems. Money, drugs, sex, rock-n-roll and other fear derivatives lined up in emotional cacophony of early Saturday morning media cream pie.
“How else did you want me to teach you? How else do you think you can learn, if not through experience?”
“I don’t know, you could just explain things!”
“But you didn’t want to listen!”
“You’re such an idiot!”
“You see! That’s how you’ve always been! You’re never happy, never satisfied, always need proof!”
“And you just created this whole place out of boredom? Just to test me? To prove your point?”
“No. I created it to test us all. And all the points that could ever be made by any one of us; at any time”
“But why?”
“You know why! Jesus, how many ways must I invent to tell you the same thing? How many forms and shapes must I adopt for you to believe in me? To believe that there can never be anything less than THIS?”
“You played me all along! You created characters like a puppeteer!”
“The characters created themselves. I only gave them enough memory, opportunity, energy and processing power to be what they want; they are the ones that made the final choice!”
These voices were inside my head, but they matched the parading characters on the TV screen, as if I was interacting with myself. Or more like I was interacting with God, who spoke to me in a thousand voices and characters through my mind – my transdimensional receiver of unbounded consciousness. And all along, each time any muscle in me twitched, I heard echoing words “It does not matter how…”
“You needed to learn the rules, otherwise we’d never get there!”
“Well, no shit, when you’re timeless, there isn’t much there to get to!”
“There is always a THERE, always a choice! Even when nothing remains. Even if you’re timeless”
I noticed that all along, my limbs were twitching, performing completely autonomous functions without my thinking about it. I scratched my head and pulled on my lips; I winked and kicked the pillows; my neck bent in the strangest of ways, like the hunchback of Notre dame, making me feel spastic and funny. And depending on how close or far from the candle I was, my twitches changed in intensity and direction.
“It does not matter how…” my hand twitched at the elbow. It’s a real strange sensation, knowing that you are physically controlled by a goddamn candle and succumbing to it for the sake of exploration, while simultaneously listening to non-existent voices inside your head, yet matching your own TV. The voices are crystal clear and they are addressed to you. Somehow I imagined the candle made a transdimensional jump and ended up in my lap for the purpose of guiding me.
“It does not matter how…” the voice continued.
An image of unfolding chessboard appeared in my vision. It slowly grew from one square into the next, splitting further and further, as it cultivated itself into a larger structure, adding 3D pieces and graphic details, maturing before my eyes. Eventually it was not flat and bi-colored anymore. It was multileveled, sprinkled with rainbow and utterly beautiful, somewhat resembling an unfinished vibrant CGI animation of a magic tree from Alice in wonderland.
“This place is a mess, look at these people and what they’ve done! What they’re doing! You can’t let them out!”
“They have the right to know!”
“And they will soon! But they must learn at first! They must discover goodness and lose fright; opt for love, instead of fear! You began interacting with me somewhere along this path. Neither of us know when, but it doesn’t really matter. Details don’t matter; what matters is thought never seizes to exist. What matters is that you are here and you are ready!! How else did you think this could go on?”
“What?”
“Creation! Did you think it was worth growing in so many lives, just to waste it all in the end? No, my friend, that is not the point!”
“Love and respect huh? You’re such an asswipe! How much testing can you do?! You paranoid anal nutbag?”
“All love and no fear. Everything else is irrelevant. Only life can give rise to life, only DNA can breed DNA, only love can yield love”
“With many tangos in your life you’ll tango, Not many of them you may find so wise, huh?” I remembered an old poem I wrote back in school.
“Precisely”
The beautiful tree kept blossoming in my inner vision. A giant bush full of branches, leaves, stems and flowers. They were all similar, yet all different in their own way. They unfolded out of the chessboard. They were young and old, foolish and wise, bright and dim. And they each grew out of something else. Something bigger and stronger. A foundation of experience built to uphold the weight of future generations, regardless of which direction they took. And that tree was all dimensions of existence available to me. Any path was open. I could live in any tree, branch or flower. It was only a matter of choice.
“It does not matter, how you explain it, what matters is that you learn. It doesn’t matter when you take the next step, what matters is that you do take it. It does not matter who shows you the path or how, what matters is that you finally see it!”
And I envisioned the tree growing, saw it make choices and move towards the light, while it evolved its roots further underground, digging deeper and stronger into the solidified vigor of material existence.
“Nothing in the world is impossible. There are no limits, no boundaries, no matter, no time, no space and no death. There is only consciousness and information. Thought is all that exists. Life is all that counts. And it evolves endlessly. It searches for the next possible solution, tests every suitable combination to finally arrive at the subsequent evolutionary step, but only when it’s ready, only when it deems it profitable”
I looked up at the screen. A dynamic digital MTV animation danced vibrantly before me, as it changed shapes and grew larger, divided and split into hundreds of fractal pieces. It was my tree, the one i imagined inside my head moments ago, spilt over the LED screen through approximate artistic rendering!
“How long have you and I been doing this?” I asked.
“You don’t want to know” the voice answered as I stared at a leopard on my screen. I felt his presence. As if he were standing behind my door, ready to walk into my room and hug me; explain himself…
And my mind came to a realization. A sudden pioneering epiphany struck me with the force of a lightning bolt, as it sent twisting muscle contractions down my body and limbs. Rolling discharges of prickling electric sparkles passed through my entire system and concentrated in my fingers and toes, vibrating, glowing and grating beneath my skin.
The random limb movement my body was engaged into, was no other than minute butterfly effects – slight variations in the program that all eventually lead to the same result, whether I wanted it or not. But only in this reality. Each incident or change of direction sparked a new parallel reality to be born; a new branch on my fractal tree of transdimensional existence; a new dimension with its own detached future, with which I only shared my past.
This reality evolved away from fear and towards love through a countless process of trial and error since the dawn of all there is – time, space, matter, and consciousness. And in itself, it is only a minute part of another open system; another tree full of living fruits and berries that all grow on an even bigger tree. Endlessly multiplying their common and individual awareness through a pinging interaction among infinite units of consciousness that can manifest as humans, animals and trees alike.
Consciousness is perpetually making a choice, differentiating between good and bad, black and white, yes or no, zero and one, profitable or destructive functions to eventually reach the lowest state of entropy, the highest ratio of beneficial decisions. It consolidates its fractal forces and releases its energy to start a new life, a new reality, a new universe; and it embeds them all with new wonder and wisdom. Until that life too learns the tools and can give birth to further branches of this wonderful tree of pure verve.
Reality is an ongoing conversation between eons of thoughts that eventually materialize out of pure emptiness as long as the conversation is productive. You must convince reality you are worth being here by interacting with it, like you would in a business hierarchy. You must touch and feel every bit of it, before you get promoted to the manager position. You must learn the structure of your company, its laws, ethics and policies. You must know it inside-out to be trusted with a leading role.
This applies to expanding self-awareness too; it contributes to our growing up. Spiritually.
And then you must pass a final test, which begins now and forever, until you find the natural balance and the innate love within. But once again, it is not you discovering the world, it is the world discovering you, so never forget who you’re dealing with. Never lose your path, because like a good detective, the Universal Consciousness instinctively knows your direction and will stop you from making a mistake, much like the candle stopped me from staying on the couch. You cannot beat your own thoughts.
I’m getting carried away... Drifting... The candle is suppressing my notions of reality, ensomnifying me, sending Neo on the way to meet Morpheus.
Too many factors play too many separate and collective roles down here; too many conditions are imposed. In reality thought is one; thought is all that counts, it is all that the world needs to flourish forever. Everything else is relative and derivative.
Consciousness is absolute, we are derivative!
The only way a system can develop is through self-learning. Through experiencing itself through an endless process of auto-optimization. Past, present and future are created instantly and perpetually; they radiate in all directions, as much as every other detail that fills this world with sense and substance. Every hand movement, every smile, every kind thought emit from you into the world and eventually construct a favorable aura, which attracts other benevolent forces, that attract other… with the power of pure thought…
And you realize. Is it you discovering the force? Or is the force discovering you? Or is there even a difference between you and it? Or may it be that the two of you began as one unbounded singularity interacting with itself? Once upon a time, when time was young… Learning from your own mistakes and testing every angle of existence, multiplying experience and wisdom, creating and exploring new worlds?
Every event sparks another and another and another. The butterfly effect grows into an endless fractal world of possibilities, out of which all are given a chance.
Some worlds grow faster than others because of inner stagnation, but they all grow sooner or later. Sooner or later is only an analogy. There is no sooner and no later. There is only now that opens a door into the never-ending world of possibilities that each opens a door to another universe and so on. Endlessly.
The only way a system can survive is by proving it’s own trustworthiness and high fidelity among it’s elements. It has to be intuitive and self-reliant. It has to learn the rules of one stage to pass into another. It has to interact with all possibilities, incessantly grow branches from one butterfly effect to the next. It radiates in all directions and searches for most profitable states of existence.
“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat" - Theodore Rousevelt
Only those of us that understand the concept of love. Only those that learn to handle the present reality, to play by it’s rules, to be profitable not only to themselves, but to others, to dare and sacrifice themselves in a worthy cause, only they can be trusted with bigger powers. Only they are loyal enough to the cause of goodness to be given the power of GOD. The power to further create larger realities.
No matter how you call your god, Allah, Buddha, Jesus, or Quetzalcoatl – the point is the same – to do no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. You can explain the same idea through a million trillion associations, metaphors and relationships, but the point remains ONE!
EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS POSSIBLE! IT IS ONE GIANT POSSIBILITY WAITING TO HAPPEN! THOUGHT IS MATERIAL AND ETERNAL!
For what we think, we become…..!
And it doesn’t matter how you get there. What matters is that you have no fear and open yourself to the possibility that you are pure unbounded consciousness, hallucinating material reality and that whatever you do, you will never end...
