Running Dialogue: Thirteenth Floor (08/16)

by nielskunze on August 23, 2016

Prior Episodes of Running Dialogue:

First Episode
Second Thoughts
Third Time’s The Charm
Fourth Movement… Forth
Fifth Element
Sixth Sense
Seventh Direction
Eighth Wonder of the World
Ninth Life of Schrödinger’s Cat
Tenth of One Percent
Eleventh Dream of Seventh Heaven
Twelfth Tribe of the Ancient Sorcerers

Belly To The Ground

Belly To The Ground

(As The World by Echolyn)
“To shake your head as the world just nods away.”

“There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance– that principle is contempt prior to investigation.” 
~ Herbert Spencer

“Create a belief in the theory and the facts will create themselves.” ~ Joseph Jastow

Thirteenth Floor

God in a Bottle
by Felix

Eeny… meanie… money… mine…
Catch a godling in his mind.
Fee Fi Fo Fum
God is under his own thumb.

The Listener

The Listener

Even before we got off the mountain, quick on the heels of our visit to the Magick Cave, I knew that I would be returning, probably solo, and likely sooner than later. This first introduction to the living remnants of true Earth magick had really been Felix’s gig. I felt like I had been permitted to tag along. But there was something there inside that cave that was specifically for me.

That conversation with Teal and Phaedrus belonged to Felix. The cave had been answering his need. I’m not sure that I would’ve heard anything of that dialogue had I not been there with Felix. I didn’t know what mystery the cave held for me in particular, but I knew that I would be coming back to find out.

As usual, as we sidled down the steep mountain slope, I sought to engage Felix in conversation. He had this wonderful knack for blowing my mind wide open– when he wasn’t putting the barrel of a gun next to my head. I swear my ears were still ringing from that bizarre escapade!

“So how am I to regard the appearance of the Fae?” I asked. “Was that real? Was that just fantasy? Hallucination? Were we again in the brainwave pattern of the second attention? Or was that some kinda astral trip?”

“Definitely not astral,” answered Felix. “I’d say that was well rooted in the etheric energy realm.” I wanted to know clearly how Felix distinguished between the astral realm and the etheric, so I asked him to explain the difference to me, and he continued. “The etheric realm is the invisible energy realm which underpins our existence in the physical. It may be identical with what is modernly referred to as the morphogenic field. Every living thing possesses its own etheric body, the specific energy configuration supporting its physical form. That etheric body, though distinct, is further tied into the planetary energy body along with all other living things. That is what makes up the etheric realm of Earth. It is theoretically possible that beings exist within Earth’s etheric reality which do not manifest in the same physical plane as we do, or perhaps having no current physical expression at all. The Fae would seem to fit within that category.” I had something to say about etheric bodies, memories from my far distant youth, but Felix was determined to continue on.

“The astral realm, on the other hand, is a place of creative mentation, without much in way of rules or even convention. Some might say that it is a place of pure fantasy… while others insist that order indeed exists within the astral abyss somewhere beyond the immediate phantasmagoria. It is the physical human, imbued with divine imagination, which underpins the astral reality. It can be said, and I happen to agree, that the astral is an outward projection of human creative imagination. More than mere daydreaming though, astral entities, archetypes and principalities assume lives of their own in the universality of self-preservation.” I had some things that I wanted to say about this too, but Felix wasn’t quite finished. He continued.

“If we say that the human– along with his living companions– occupies the 3rd position, also known as our familiar 3D existence, then the astral occupies the 4th position– and possibly beyond– outwardly, as reality projects itself through the human being in never-ending expansion. The etheric realm then occupies the 2nd position, inwardly, in such a manner that the physical human may be considered the outward projection of that energy template. The 1st position, inwardly, is of course occupied by Source– the potential for all to exist in unmanifest non-differentiation, or unstructured consciousness.”

“Whoa! That got pretty heavy pretty fast,” I quipped.

“I knew you could handle it,” replied Felix with a wink. “You were going to say something…?” he prompted me.

“Just recalling a fond memory from my youth. I was maybe four, definitely no older than five, and I remember sitting at the kitchen table staring at the thumb and index finger of my left hand. My hand was sideways so that both my index finger and my thumb were closest to me.” I held up my hand to demonstrate to Felix. “I would bring the tip of my finger into close proximity to the tip of my thumb while allowing my eyes to unfocus. I could see a faint smoky blue sheath of translucent energy surrounding my fingertips. And at a certain point when I brought them together– but not touching– the energy sheath around my finger would suddenly jump and merge with the energy sheath around my thumb, forming a bridge between them. I was playing around to determine the distance between my thumb and finger at which the bridge would spontaneously form. It was a happy memory, at least until my older brother sat down across the table from me and asked what I was doing. I explained it to him as I demonstrated it to myself again. He promptly informed me that I couldn’t actually see what I was describing… and lo and behold, from that moment on I could no longer see my own energy body. I’ve always regarded that smoky blue subtle body as an etheric double which interpenetrates my physical being and extends slightly beyond. It’s something distinct from auras ‘cause I was never able to see auras. I suspect that auras might belong more to astral perception,” I finished up.

“How did you know about the unfocusing of your eyes? That’s a hard skill to teach.”

“Tell me about it! I can’t really do it anymore. As a kid, it just came naturally. There just didn’t seem to be the same urgency then to keep reality so strictly dialed in. I relaxed my gaze often… and I remember that I saw the most interesting things when I did. It was kinda self-reinforcing… until my brother told me that it was utterly impossible to see such things.”

“Yup, we police each other relentlessly to make sure we’re all tuned in to the same gross perception… and the unique and interesting details from our youthful innocence get systematically weeded out. In the realms of perception we tend to be hopeless conformists.”

We both nodded in commiseration. We were nearly down the mountainside and not too far from camp.

Strawberry Blite

Strawberry Blite

We were lucky enough to stumble upon this beauty, Strawberry Blite. That was only the second time I’d found it. What looks like a blight is really just the plant’s normal flowering. It’s one of my all-time favs!

“What’s it taste like?” asked Felix sceptically.

“Almost exactly like beets, earthy and sweet, but with little seeds like strawberries.”

“Beets? Ah, not a fan. It’s all yours.”

I stripped the flowers from the stem, staining my fingertips bright red. Yup, it was as good as I remembered. I savoured the taste a moment and then we moved on. I turned the conversation to some lighter fare.

I wanted to turn momentarily away from the woo-woo world and peer into the more mundane aspects of social and political transformation– if even such a thing was possible. I expressed my impatience with the slow chaotic meltdown of our insane society, knowing that Felix would have something ‘good’ to say about it.

“You want a prediction?” asked Felix with venom and barbs. “I’ll give you a prediction,” he said, planting his walking stick in the dirt, gathering unto himself a greater credibility with his tripodal stance, like the Lawgiver with his staff. “A watershed moment is coming… and I think it will first become visible in the political sphere. There’s going to be a revelation, a reckoning, one that catches just about everyone off guard. And it’s going to be global– not just the local fallout from the US election debacle. And you know what’s going to be revealed? The public’s own profound ignorance, that’s what! Maybe it’ll start with the dissection of that slimy octopus The Clinton Foundation… or maybe somewhere else entirely, unseen yet undeniable. There’s a thousand festering boils all coming to a head… and the lancing of one will immediately drain the puss from them all. The public, the world over, will come to a sudden and shattering realization that nothing of common political discourse for generations has had any basis in reality whatsoever. It’s all carefully layered deceptions, without even a shred of truth lending validity. Politics is the commerce of lies. We’ve all known it for generations, and yet we pretend– even insist– that we ourselves can know the truth. These are the most unconscionable deceivers the world has ever known… and they have agencies and entire industries backing their incessant spin-doctoring. But even the nuggets and morsels that get spun into outrageous narratives are vapid, empty fabrications themselves. There’s no substance. None. And that’s going to suddenly become apparent to everyone on Earth in the course of a few days. I don’t know the truth; nobody I know knows the truth. In the decades-old climate of compartmentalization, coverup and plausible deniability, there’s no one on the face of the Earth who actually knows what’s going on. Oh sure, there’s a master plan; there’s actually more than a hundred of them! I’ve had my fingers in a few… and after thirty years of meticulous skullduggery, I haven’t a clue which masters I’ve served, or which I’ve thwarted… or whether I’ve affected any cause at all. It’s a fucking mess… and that’s the god’s-honest truth.”

The irony wasn’t lost on me… that Felix was basically saying that the truth of the matter was that average Joe Citizen was utterly helpless in trying to discern the truth of his political situation. The best that anyone could do, I inwardly concluded, was to gather as many perspectives as possible, and to hold them in mind as mere possibilities. The trick would be to invest one’s belief in none of them, if indeed one felt a strong desire to enter into the political farce at all.

And that kinda did it for the everyday world of the average earthling: it was an indecipherable mess. I had no argument, so I shifted gears once again.

“What about all this ‘higher frequency’ stuff?”

“What about it?”

“Do you think there’s anything to it? Are we being bathed in and penetrated by some galactic high vibes on some cosmic schedule? Or is that just more New Age fabrication?”

Felix pondered for a moment. “I wish I could measure it, or at least know how to measure such a thing.” He shrugged. “But I can’t dismiss it altogether… mostly because I feel it. There’s something external and unseen that’s prodding us. Maybe we created it ourselves. But whatever it is– this higher frequency– it’s nothing like the New Agers would have us believe.”

“How so?”

“It’s not supportive. It’s irritating, destructive even. It’s a polarizing frequency. It pushes us to our personal limits… and then it’s up to us to break on through those barriers we find ourselves up against. It’s designed to drive us crazy, so we can see all the places crazy has been. It’s a provocation like a gun to the head that says ‘Evolve or die.’ There’s no comfort in this high vibe. It’s like a sweltering sun during a heatwave; it makes you seek out the shade, just for the sake of survival. It poisons and taints everything external, making familiar comforts uncomfortable. Ultimately, it drives us inward, to seek solace in ourselves– in our own self-reliance, in our freedom to be as we are. It strips us naked of all the illusions we’ve gathered over lifetimes. No, it’s not there to coddle us, or fix us, or entrain us to a new reality. It’s here to destroy us– our cherished delusions– and all of the prisons we’ve built. If it’s love, it’s the toughest love there is, the kind I’d expect from Lucifer himself.”

“Will it ever stop?”

“Nope. It’ll always be there… getting more and more intense, for the outward-seeking eye. It’s as though external reality has an expiry date; all the old structures and materials get too hot to handle, so we’re forced to bring in the absolutely new, from our innermost knowing. Now that’s evolution!”

And with that, we were back at camp again and it was starting to get dark. We were both hungry, so Felix got busy building a fire as I rustled up some pasta and a pot of water. Wild onions and puffballs were easy to find, even in the half-light. It wouldn’t be fancy, but it would definitely be good.

Mariposa Lilies & Wild Onions

Mariposa Lilies & Wild Onions

Over dinner, Felix reopened the conversation, kind of chastising me for the relative superficiality of my most recent queries. “Don’t you have something more meaty you’d like to discuss?”

I wasn’t sure if that was a subtle jab at the lack of meat in our dinner, but I took the question at face value and tried to think what I REALLY wanted to ask Felix. He was obviously in the mood to be accommodating and forthcoming. After a moment’s pause I dove straight into the heart of the matter.

“What prompts a lifelong Mossad agent to defect anyway? And while we’re at it, how is something like that even remotely possible? I mean, there’s gotta be some serious safeguards against agents going rogue. I’d think that’s about the most intolerable situation of all for the puppet-masters and string-pullers. How’d you manage it?”

Felix was smiling widely. I could tell that he liked my question. And as I was to find out before the night was over, the answer to that question would open up the gnarliest can of worms ever!

“I think I’ll tell you a story,” he began slowly, “one from my training days more than thirty years ago.” He paused to poke the stray embers in the fire and to organize the tale in his mind. “I have a lot of secrets, but honestly, the inevitability of my eventual defection was clear to me even before I had begun my training in earnest. This is a tale I’ve scarcely told.”

He leaned back into the cool shadows and began. “You don’t really decide for yourself one day that you’re going to be a spy. Those who would decide that for themselves usually make for really bad spies. I was eighteen years old and military service was mandatory in Israel. Like most of the other young men my age, I was determined to make the best of it. I’d already figured out that fighting the inevitable was just plain stupid. So I showed up to basic training with a good attitude; that already had me cast in a favourable light… at least among those who watch from the shadows.

“Physically, I was really only average. I could keep up well enough to the physical challenges, but it was my mental stamina and dexterity which finally set me apart. You have to understand that the main purpose of basic training in any military is to break a soldier’s spirit, to break his independent will. And the basic-training staff knows this all too well… and I wasn’t easily broken. So there were a couple of months of real hell, where my superiors threw everything at me to shatter my resolve to essentially remain myself and not become just another toy in their army playpen. The irony is that the ones who prove themselves to be rather bomb-proof end up being selected for special service. When I clandestinely received my invitation from Mossad, I jumped on it, and the rest of the guys in basic training were left to assume that I’d finally been kicked out or had found the foolish gumption to desert. Yeah, I took a stab at the life being offered.

“Mossad special training is really a whole other deal, completely separate from regular military. We were assigned individual rooms in large dormitories, where there was little to nothing in the way of communal life. The compartmentalization begins on day one. Mossad ain’t no kibbutz.

“I was lucky to have gotten in. New recruit training sessions had already been underway for several weeks, but a spot opened up in the barracks apartment building due to a sudden departure. I showed up to the Registrar’s a few hours earlier than expected and asked for the key to my new place. The Registrar didn’t see any reason why not… to let me get settled in and comfortably oriented. I got my key: Room 1433.

“From the outside, the barracks building looked like a regular cheap apartment building, but no balconies, just a crap load of windows. It looked to be about twenty stories high. When I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor I noticed immediately that there was no thirteen. It had been omitted. Of course that meant that I would be living on the ACTUAL thirteenth floor even though it was labelled as the fourteenth. I found that to be amusingly absurd.

“The tiny room was easy enough to find, but as I stood in front of it I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. It wasn’t even locked! Oh well. As its new occupant I barged right in… only to find that the previous tenant hadn’t quite vacated it yet. And even more surprisingly, that the former occupant was an asian woman. I really wasn’t expecting that.

“She was gathering the last of her things; a cardboard box sat open on the tiny desk. I had startled her, but when I met her gaze, it seemed that her eyes held a more genuine enduring fear, subtle and yet insistent. I don’t remember exactly how the conversation went, but it went the direction of why she was leaving. When I verbalized the question, she couldn’t answer. Those black eyes said that there was too much to tell. Fair enough, and I’m just some stranger, after all.

“‘Come, I want to show you something,’ she suddenly said, grabbing a notepad and a pen from the box. She pushed the box aside to make room for herself and for me to peer over her shoulder, as she started telling me a story, complete with illustrations. It went something like this…

“Well, the first thing she did was write across the top of the page a simple formula, a mathematical equation. I know, right? An asian woman… and here we are doing math on the first date! There was no preamble to this, no explanation, no context given, but she dove straight into this scenario right out of a physics class or something.

Multiple Perspectives Residing on a Sphere

Multiple Perspectives Residing on a Sphere

“Alice, Bob, Cameron and David live on a giant magic ball– she’s telling it with this really cute accent though. Anyway, Alice lives at the shoreline of a small lake 2 miles across. Bob lives on an island halfway across the lake. Cameron lives a mile past the island on the far shore directly across from Alice and Bob. David has a boat and some infallible measuring devices for measuring the curvature of the ball that they all live upon.”

I shuffled nervously in my seat and looked unflinchingly at Felix. I was just about to object to where this appeared to be heading, but he quickly resumed the tale to pre-empt me.

“Leaving one of the infallible measuring devices with Alice, David rows his boat from Alice’s shoreline out to Bob on the island a mile away. When he arrives on the island he radios back to Alice to ask how far over the horizon– vertically– he is according to the device. Alice informs him that he is 8 vertical inches over the horizon from her perspective. David turns on another of the devices and hands it to Bob, and has him confirm that the infallible device indicates that Alice is also 8 vertical inches over Bob’s horizon there on the island. Alice and Bob are in perfect agreement, which is also in agreement with the mathematical calculation.

“Then, David rows his boat the next mile to Cameron on the far shoreline. When he arrives, he radios back to Bob on the island to ask how far over the horizon he is. Bob confirms the expected answer of 8 inches. This makes sense to David, as the second mile was identical to the first mile, so 8 inches in the first mile and 8 inches more in the second mile. Next, David radios Alice and is somewhat perplexed to find out that he is now 32 inches over Alice’s horizon. He checks the math and finds that it is indeed correct. The device he has given to Cameron confirms that Alice’s device is 32 vertical inches over the horizon and 2 miles away. Bob, who has been listening in on the radio chatter is really perplexed. He can confirm that Alice is 8 inches over the horizon a mile away in one direction, and Cameron is 8 inches over the horizon a mile away in the opposite direction. But Alice and Cameron are 32 inches over each other’s horizon!?? That doesn’t really make much sense to Bob, so he asks David what the device on the rowboat reads for the amount of curvature experienced during the entire two-mile journey, and the infallible device indicates 0 curvature experienced. David begins to wonder whether the infallible measuring devices are in fact malfunctioning because it just doesn’t seem to add up. But no, all of the values given are absolutely correct.

“She said it twice,” Felix emphasized, “that all of the values given were absolutely correct. And that was the story she chose to tell me in that brief moment of our first and only meeting… as though it was the damnedest thing ever.”

“As far as stories go,” I reckoned, “it’s not that great.”

“That’s what I thought!” agreed Felix. “The whole thing was surreal and seriously absurd– not so much the contents of her tale, though the math seemed kinda wonky, but rather that she chose to tell me this with genuine concern and palpable fear… all in answer to what I thought was an innocuous question!

“She kept looking at me imploringly with those big black eyes… and before I could ask her for something– anything– in the way of further explanation, there was an abrupt knock on the door which was still mostly ajar. There in the open doorway stood a uniformed security guard… military police? I don’t know. He curtly told the asian woman that he was there to escort her out… away? I don’t remember exactly what he said. She nodded to him in acquiescence and turned sharply to me. I reached for the box on the desk and said ‘Your things…’ And she said matter-of-factly ‘Those are yours.’ I mumbled something in agreement as I read a definitive question in her eyes. The fear had been put into words and it asked ‘Am I about to be taken out back and shot?’ And then she turned and left with her escort. And I was left with a quirky math problem and a box of her belongings. Weird.”

“So what was in the box?” I asked as though the story might yet be salvageable.

“The only interesting contents were some photocopies of some really old historic documents, maybe letters or memoirs, but only fragments. Two of them I found to be of significant interest.” Here Felix reached into his pocket to access his wallet.

“What? You keep them on you?”

“I knew that one day we’d have this conversation. These are just copies of the photocopies.” He handed me two sheets of paper freshly unfolded. “I also corrected the archaic spellings in most cases. As near as I can tell they were originally written in english, though that’s about the last thing I’d expect. Have a look.”

They were a bit difficult to penetrate upon first perusal, but I could immediately see where they tied in with the story. This is what I read:

In close order, and with permission, in collusion and established abidance with the Byzantine Entente (1454), and incursionary to the borders of the Orient under the esteemed Elders, let it come to pass that troublesome recreants of the whole Earth shall imminently receive by agency of Divine Authority in scientific craft, demonstrations and proofs steeped in esoteric maths to confabulate all position in body and mind pertaining to the common conceptualization of Home. Henceforth, apostates and magi alike will suffer the confusion of directional orientation and profound dislocation when practicing their traditional arts upon the Good Earth. Furthermore, in the subordinate mind, behind a veil of Absolute secrecy to the very Self, the inaccommodation of collective and common experience for the sharing of multiple perspective and indeed common sense will be achieved with the willful acceptance of the spherical world as the New Ground of Being. The desired resultant can be reliably shown as a fractious and ineffectual psyche unable to act in communal defiance henceforth. Individual isolation together with a protracted period of fierce competitiveness shall ensue in ubiquity among men, within men, and indeed shall it prevail upon the whole Earth until such time that the globular infection becomes thoroughly dismantled in the subordinate mind once again, and consequently, finally, underfoot, in centuries hence… by the will of Divine Authority.
-Brother Scribe Fernando of The Alumbrados, Seville, 1490

And the second one:

Luthor D’Magus (Rus’ 1143): North layeth the inmost pode of naught dimension. South be the circumferal antipode, directionally; and maximally distant as the length of the radius ascribed. West turns the deosil arc, East the widdershins same. Up is always up, and down forever down. Inward is in the contemplation of the dimensionless northern pode, and outward lies everywhere beyond the southern antipode. Thus ruleth the directions for local magicks. And, in the works of collective sorceries beyond the circle of the world, the convention of a consensus be agreed upon– all ye magi– for the designation of cardinal points outside the magick circle. And all within the circle be ye oriented to the same inmost pode. And thus whirls the conjuring of universal magicks proper. Fare thee well.

I nodded to Felix with the papers still in hand. “Okay, I kinda get it,” I said hesitantly. “But really? REALLY? Do we really have to go there?”

Felix laughed a good hearty genuine laugh and said “Yup. Welcome to the f–”

“Don’t say it!” I interjected. “Just don’t say it. Give me some time to think on this. That this is the answer to my question about your inevitable defection… is truly bizarre. But yeah… I get it. I get it,” I kept insisting.

Felix was obviously pleased. I think he was just glad for the intellectual company. He must have suffered a strange isolation these last 30 years. I told him that I would take the information to bed with me and we could discuss it the next day.

“That is precisely what I want,” he said. “I have no desire to tell you outright what to think about all this. I’d rather hear what you might make of it without the poison of my own interpretation. But let me add just one more thing… and this doesn’t come from any obscure historical sources. It’s just something I heard a long time ago that instantly made sense. It is this:

“Thoughts are electrical, emotions magnetic.”

It was fully dark now. We let the fire burn out and retired to bed. I took a teaspoon of kratom to quash my restless mind, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep with lightning striking in my brain all night. Kratom worked to smooth out all of my disturbances in both body and mind. I slept well.



The older I get the more difficult I find it to sleep past 6:00 am. I was up with the sun as Felix elected to properly sleep in. I needed some alone-time anyway, and I do my best contemplating in the early part of the day. And here I should point out that contemplation is about my favourite activity in the whole world– better than sex, if you ask me.

Mind Gliders

Mind Gliders

The raptors can read my mind, it seems. For some reason, I was expecting Eagle to attend these contemplations but wasn’t surprised when Vulture showed up… almost hovering impossibly motionless right above me.

Vulture’s gaze looks to a new vision…

I had my laptop to check the basic math and verify a few things. I quickly saw how volatile was the topical arena I was entering. I understood almost immediately that the subject which had been broached by Felix’s stupid little story was about the most contentious subject on the entire internet! Huh, who knew?

What I further discovered was that there was so much here for thought and speculation. There was so much to unpack and consider! After about five hours I was ready to make my initial report back to Felix.

“Good morning,” I greeted Felix as he emerged from the tent. It was already past eleven, so the statement was still true for only a little while longer. He muttered and nodded, said something about coffee, and came over to revive the fire. I put the kettle on for him, realizing again that I was much more of a morning person than was he.

“So what’ve you got for me?” he asked as we waited for the fire to rev back up.

“Almost too much,” I had to admit. “It’s an overwhelming topic… which, I guess, brings up the first really important point I’d like to make. Well, two points, really. The first is about open-mindedness in general. Very simply, open-mindedness is about entertaining alternative possibilities. There’s no requirement to invest any belief or even any emotion in those new possibilities. The only thing that can be lost in any open-minded inquiry is close-mindedness itself. Everything else is pure profit.” Felix nodded his agreement.

“The second thing– and this cannot be overstated– is that if we are to grant the possibility of a non-spherical Earth, the very first thing we must do is grant that such a consideration necessarily means that a massive deception is involved. And, I’ll add, that there must be a very powerful motivation for initiating and perpetuating such an enormous fraud… right into our modern technological age.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” said Felix. The kettle was boiling. He retrieved it from the leaping flames with a sturdy stick. Then, using his sleeve as an oven mitt, he poured the water into the coffee bodum. “It’s certainly not a subject to be taken lightly, or, as is quite often the case, dismissively.”

“Exactly,” I said. “To consider the topic at all, absolutely demands a deeply ponderous inquiry. Dabblers and ‘two-minute debunkers’ need not bother; they are a service to no one. Now, having said that, I’m not exactly qualified to unravel the whole tangled yarn with a mere five hours of cursory research and these contemplative beginnings. I will say that I’m fascinated and that there are intriguing implications with deep historic reverberations involved with what you shared with me yesterday. The asian woman was actually brilliant in delivering that almost innocuous-seeming story as she did. In just a couple of minutes, she busted the topic wide open, and pointed directly to the heart of the matter.”

“And what do you feel is the true heart of the matter?” Felix was sipping his coffee now and settling into the rapture of a promising discussion.

“Let’s call it the inherent problems with multiple perspectives while residing on a sphere. Some interesting things begin to happen when you have three or more perspectives living on the same sphere.

“So the first thing I did this morning was to check the mathematical formula given for the asian woman’s story. As near as I can tell, that’s the Rowbotham formula, and is generally accepted as correct. Interestingly though, when I typed ‘curvature of earth’ into Google, I wasn’t immediately directed to Wikipedia as I’d expected. I’m so used to Wikipedia coming up first on the page for any science-related searches. Not so this time. Eventually I did confirm that the eight-inches-per-mile-squared formula is generally accepted by mainstream science– Stephen Hawking included.

“Now, the interesting perspective in the story is Bob’s, looking from the island in the middle of the lake. Alice is 8 inches over the horizon in one direction, while Cameron is 8 inches over the horizon in the opposite direction… and yet they– Alice and Cameron– are 32 inches over the horizon from each other, exactly twice what Bob might expect. And if we want to take the same scenario to an extreme, imagine 25,000 volunteers aligned along the equator at exactly one mile intervals. The arc of curvature is identical for each and every mile between them. They will all, of course, measure the same 8-inch vertical curvature between themselves and the nearest volunteer. If we tally the results: 25,000 times 8 inches per one-mile arc is a little over three miles… which falls short of the accepted value by a little less than 16,000 miles (twice the diameter of the sphere is the total vertical displacement due to curvature in one circumnavigation).

“So each person can accurately calculate the total curvature independently and individually from their own perspective, but they cannot share the task with others and arrive at a reasonable answer collectively. In terms of experiencing the curvature of living on a sphere, perspective becomes separated, isolated. Common sense breaks down, and with it, conscience.”

Felix raised an eyebrow at that but allowed me to continue.

“The next interesting thing I found was that living on the surface of a sphere is reasonably supportive of a binary system. When you have only two perspectives, each will calculate and measure values which agree with respect to the other. As long as they’re only considering the arc between them– their separation– they will always agree on the value of that separation. But when a third perspective is introduced, the consensus deviates from common sense. It stops making sense in simple common arithmetic terms… and that reinforces the supremacy of singular perspective, ego. Each person residing on the surface of a sphere stands on the singular top of the world– the master perspective. A binary system for the interaction with ego’s neighbours is supported, as long as everything is considered in strict dualistic terms. The math supports it, and consensus reality remains coherent within that strict binary system; that’s what living on a sphere supports.

“And it doesn’t matter whether we’ve each done the math or not. The spherical earth is deeply conditioned and embedded in our individual psyches as well as in the collective consciousness of humanity. For the most part, our subconscious minds have accepted the ball-earth program which inherently makes it difficult to relate to multiple perspectives and favours duality. It’s a world view that has cognitive dissonance built right in… and it’s spatially, mathematically based.

“On our globe earth, we have great difficulty relating to each other. That much is obvious. We have no fixed directions. If I’m on the telephone to someone on the other side of the globe and I ask them to point west, they will be pointing in the opposite direction to what I call west. If I ask them to point down, they will be pointing in the direction I call up. And the globe is always spinning, so the directions of the world in its larger context are constantly changing every moment. We cannot agree on the basic directions, except locally. Our cosmology has been set adrift with no possibility of ever finding our bearings. There are no directions in space, just relative motions.

“I’m not so much looking at this as a physical reality but as a psychological reality. Accepting the ball-earth paradigm definitely poses unique challenges when multiple perspectives meet.” I paused there a moment as I felt I had concluded my first major point.

“I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed,” said Felix. “But surely there’s more.”

I exaggerated a nod. “Let’s see… where next?”

“Surprise me.”

“Okay, as you might’ve guessed, our inability to define directions agreeable to all of humanity in any given moment– that idea came from the historical excerpt you provided– the one by Luthor D’Magus. He seemed to be explaining how to go about assigning directions pertaining to a magic circle encompassing the whole world and beyond. The directions have always been central to earth-based magic, and I have to surmise that the instructions for defining and assigning them were not referring to a globe.”

“I concur,” interjected Felix.

“I’m also going to assume that magic has always played a central–albeit a clandestine– role in humanity’s collective experience. Many are convinced that the world is currently controlled and manipulated by Black Magic ritual and blood sacrifice. And it would seem that the dark occultists are quite effective in their arts… while at the same time, humanity can’t seem to make a magic fart stink. It’s as though one side knows something vital of which the other side lacks awareness completely. Could it be as simple as not being able to locate ourselves and our relations due to the vagaries of directionality on a spherical earth?”

“I’ve definitely wondered the same,” agreed Felix. “Let’s talk cosmology, if you don’t mind.”

He must have known that this was something I could speak to extensively. I smiled and dove right in.

“Cosmologies are important. The human being is a mythic creature. Let’s look at the cosmology we’re being force-fed in the modern age.

“The Hero’s Journey, that sacred mythological quest which defines the very meaning of our lives, has been cast adrift in space. Not only do we reside in ever-changing relativity, but we are surrounded by unthinkable distances of the most inhospitable environment imaginable– outer space. Each of us is merely the tiniest most insignificant speck of a random accident hidden away in unfathomable vastness. We are nothing and we are lost… with scarce hope for redemption. We are isolated. That is our modern scientific cosmology.

“It defeats the very purpose for having a cosmology. It disconnects us from everything in the deepest parts of our psyche. There is no Hero’s Journey in the Copernican cosmology. We have no meaningful past, no real sense of community, no inherent purpose. We are all just drifting through space… like dust.”

“So where did this abomination of a cosmology come from?”

“I suspect that the deepest origins are Aristotelian, but it took root primarily with the scientific enlightenment and specifically with the Copernican Program about 500 years ago.” Felix expressed his approval of the term ‘Copernican Program’ and I continued. “Beginning with the globe earth and the heliocentric model, numerous subsequent theories and mathematical proofs were piled on, in particular, a total revamp of gravity.”

“Ah yes, gravity,” said Felix wistfully, “such a simple thing when considered merely as a terrestrial phenomenon. But take it out into space, and oh what a monstrosity it becomes!”

“I know, right? A number of years ago I read a book by a guy who had come up with an alternative theory for gravity. His simple explanation was that everything was in continual expansion. The earth is getting bigger and so am I, so being in close proximity we push against each other. The book went through all the ways in which this simple explanation could explain the majority of the effects attributed to gravity. I didn’t find it all that compelling, but the very idea that a guy even COULD come up with a completely different explanation for gravitational effects that worked about as well as the modern theory, that said something about modern gravitational theory.”

“Most scientists agree that it’s a weak theory; it’s flawed. So what do you think about Relative Density instead of gravity?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, so Felix explained. “Here on good old terra firma, if I’m holding a helium balloon in one hand and a rock in the other, I can explain their motions upon release without even needing to resort to any mention of gravity. When I let go of the helium balloon, it’s the relative density of the helium compared to the surrounding air which makes the balloon rise. Likewise, when I release the stone, it is more dense relative to the surrounding air and therefore falls. Objects with lower relative density than their surroundings rise, while objects with greater relative density than their surroundings fall. The motion is an inherent property or expression of relative density; no gravity required.”

“I like that,” I said. “It’s simple and elegant, and amenable to common sense. It seems that gravity only gets hopelessly complicated when we take it out into space. And then we get walls of chalkboards filled with complex, nearly-impenetrable mathematics which inform us that space itself is curved. What does that even mean? And now we’re told that the known universe is up to 97% dark matter. We can’t see the dark matter; we don’t know how to detect it, but the math assures us that it assuredly exists– it HAS to, or else everything is wrong. The cosmology we’ve adopted is mathematical… and is nearly impossible to relate to in any meaningful human terms. It serves us in no beneficial manner; it’s psychologically devastating.

“And here’s an interesting thing,” I continued, “even if we have the gumption to attempt venturing outside our world, out into space, currently we have no choice but to subordinately align ourselves with the very voice of Authority, the only ones who can promise to deliver us safely into space… and hopefully back home again.”

“There’s no independent verification that space even exists,” added Felix. “Our entire knowledge of space comes exclusively via official scientific authority. There’s absolutely nothing that we can test or verify for ourselves.”

“We can buy a telescope and make our own observations,” I offered lamely.

“Yes, but we will just automatically frame our observations firmly within the paradigm we’ve been given, without question. We will never likely consider that the moon may be a dragon’s egg, for instance. Why bother creating untestable hypotheses? It’s much much easier to just assume that the Authority is correct and has no penchant for deception. The one who hypothesizes that the moon is a dragon’s egg will be the very last to be taken to the moon anyway.”

I could only nod and quietly laugh. From a writer’s point of view, the story we’d been given over the last five hundred years seemed a bit contrived; it wasn’t really all that believable. The pieces were made to fit no matter how clumsy and unwieldy the whole thing got… and it was all based on math that hardly anyone understood. All of this was true, but it didn’t prove anything.

“What do you think of NASA?” Felix asked.

“Oh fuck,” I really guffawed now. “There is something a bit off with NASA,” I deliberately understated.

“So what was it for you that first made you ask dafuq?”

“I have some serious doubts about the Apollo missions… and the fact that no one’s gone back to the moon since 1972, but there’s something more recent that irks me even more. It’s the women on the International Space Station with their long hair, giving interviews.” Felix laughed uproariously; he knew what I meant. “It’s like their hair is hairsprayed straight up in a permanent Medusa style. When you watch them move throughout the ISS their hair does not behave at all like long hair would in zero gravity. What really bugs me about it is that it’s so fucking obvious… and yet the general public watches these interviews and accepts them at face value. There is without question something deceptive going on there. Hey NASA, what’s with the crazy hairdos on the ISS?”

“I know what you mean,” added Felix, “if it was a B-movie you’d be disappointed with the director. Surely he could’ve come up with something better than stiffly starched hair. It’s not at all believable.”

“Yeah, just that one thing is enough for me to question absolutely everything about NASA. Three trillion dollars over the years for what? Bad B-rated movies? NASA is a bad taxpayer investment when judged on its returns. At least what it offers up as scientific proof should be solid, unassailable. But all we get is pageantry, clumsy and grotesque.”

“We could list hundreds of NASA fails, but there’s nothing you or I could say that would definitively prove the fraud,” said Felix. “There’s no singular elegant argument that can stand as proof one way or the other, so what’s the bottom line for you?”

“I’m not qualified to say exactly how reality is; maybe the shape of the World is irrational. I know we’ve just scratched the surface of this topical iceberg, but just with what we’ve touched on today I have every reason to question the cosmology I’ve been given. Occam’s Razor is lost in space. Maybe together– all of us– we can hit the reset and reconsider everything.

“We often wonder how the World got lured into this matrix reality, whether there was a precipitating event, a base program that enabled the rest. I think that it’s worth considering the possibility that the Copernican Program fits the bill quite well. It is widely touted as our enlightenment. How enlightened have we truly become these last five-hundred years?

“The closest we have to a relatable modern collective myth is Star Wars. We are the rebels arrayed against the sprawling empire; the Hero’s Journey is out in space. And the Authority will allow us our plucky victories on the Big Screen… just as long as we stay focused outwardly, always thinking that the Great Mystery is out there in the vastness– the final frontier and all. But the endless Mystery is right here, on Earth, inwardly… and outwardly reflected, projected through the filters which are the programs running in our minds, shaping the world of our experience. Shouldn’t we ALWAYS question that? As soon as we accept the Earth as a physical sphere, then perhaps the Copernican Program is off and running…

“And that’s our cosmology, the story we tell ourselves of who we are, where we came from, and what’s our purpose for being. It’s a story worth attending to. But the answers aren’t easy and the inquiry not easily dismissed… if you really take on genuinely, authentically, the possibility of a Grand Deception… you owe it to yourself to investigate thoroughly if it mightn’t indeed be so.

“In the truth-seekers communities we’ve always been led to believe that time is the main culprit in our entrapment… and that the magical Now will deliver us from this evil. But maybe it’s time to consider that our problems in relating to one another are more spatial in nature. We’ve been handed a world that’s spatially irrational. Now, as I’ve already said, maybe the true shape of the world really is irrational; currently, the data supports such a conclusion. We can’t really get very far in our mathematics without introducing irrational numbers. Circles exist, and the relationship of a circle’s circumference to its diameter is irrational– not able to be precisely defined– that relationship being called pi. And then there’s the whole realm of imaginary numbers too. What the fuck is the square root of negative one? It’s the basis for all imaginary numbers– but we have no clue what it might actually be! We only know what it’s not. It’s not a positive number; it’s not any negative number; and it’s not zero. It’s something else… something else, interestingly, that we can’t even imagine. And why does this matter? Because the square root of negative one is used extensively in developing modern technology, especially electronics. Our technology couldn’t exist without it– at least not in the current mathematical system we employ. We utilize irrational and imaginary numbers pretty extensively in engineering our cool modern gadgetry. What does that tell us about the reality we inhabit? I honestly don’t know, but I’m posing the question… because I think it’s high time for some meaningful answers.”

“Can it be done?” asked Felix cynically. “You said yourself that this is the most contentious topic on the internet right now. Is it even possible to have this discussion?”

“I think it is. Maybe not with the mainstream followers, but there’s enough people out there now who don’t just automatically invest their egos into the things they’re discussing. They know how to hold new possibilities at arm’s length and give them due consideration. Two years ago, however, I’ll grant that it was still impossible. Now… maybe we’re ready.”

“I like the irony of it… that the most divisive topic there is will be the one to finally unite us. Well Niels, welcome to the Flat Earth Collective Knowing…”


Also, look for the controversial geocentric documentary called The Principle.

A good introduction:

Shake Your Head As the World Just Nods Away…

by nielskunze on August 7, 2016



(As the World by Echolyn)

“As the World”
Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston

I’m stretching my ears they’re open and not withstanding
To rhythmic syncopation, harmonic dissonance
I move to a groove that will never stop swinging
And I sing to a song that never ends
I’m pushing my brain to think a little harder
To learn from the simple and question the complex
If logic and reason are the gods that you follow
Then you’ll drown in your soul’s emptiness

It’s too easy to “be in” with a platform
It’s too easy to know what to say
It’s harder to sit when everyone else is standing
To shake your head as the world just nods away

I’m raising my voice to shout a little louder
To answer your questions and ease the tension
In my argument arrogance has no friend
And I hate to be cushioned in a fight

It’s too easy to “be in” with a hair style
It’s to easy to go with the flow
It’s hard to see through a haze of popularity
To shake your head as the world just nods away

Fever high, blind man clapper
Flag-waving monkey man
Never hear past own mouth flappin’
All the answers, palm of your hand

Herd mover platform weaver
Change topic, slight of hand
Issue bender, big speech giver
Power tie, and photo tan

Ray: Fashions and fads a fictitious flirtation the foremost foundation to fit in
Brett: Fashions and fads a flirting the foremost foundation fit it
Chris: Fashions fads flirting foremost to fit in

Ray: It’s talk at the table the TV and tabloids the telephone trivia and talk show trash
Brett: Talk at the table and tabloids telephone trivia talk show trash
Chris: Talk at the table trivia talk show trash

Sometimes we get caught up in making the right impression
Is the commission really worth the sale that we pitch?
I’m not really big on justifying intentions
If it’s good then let it grow
On its own we’ll soon be rich

Turning as the world
Turn a turn around turn around turn around
Watch as the world turns around

It’s too easy to “be in” on the new wave
It’s too easy to know how to play
It’s harder to “be in” for the sake of your own being
To shake your head as the world just nods away

The Positive Aspect of Divide & Conquer: Prerequisite To the Collaborative Mind

by nielskunze on August 1, 2016

Love in Action

Love in Action

(Chameleon’s Teardrop… Makes a Rainbow by my band Missing Peace from our 1996 album Tense Moments. “What about the poetry of union; what of the Collaborative Mind?” This song is available as a free download at my website— scroll down.)

“We have to come together! We have to come together!”

The alarm is being sounded, shrill and desperate. And although the imperative of coming together does represent an inevitable victory for all that is in living balance (The Good), it is not at all desirable to arrange ourselves thusly prematurely. Before we come together in our ‘victory formation,’ there are certain prerequisites that must be in place in order for our ‘togetherness’ to be viable or remotely functional.

I have long termed this coming together in sovereign choice as the formation of the Collaborative Mind. Such a formation, highly desirable in my estimation, must include individuals firmly rooted in integrity, versed in true sovereignty, exercising free will, and who are healthy and whole.

At this juncture in our collective development, we are seeing it time and again: groups that come together, comprised of unhealed, fractured individuals– groups that come together for any other purpose than facilitating personal healing– such groups are inevitably destined to fall apart.

The Collaborative Mind cannot include ‘broken’ individuals. (But the power of personal healing– wholeness– is within everyone’s grasp.) It is not an elitist mindset which excludes the unhealed. It is the very definition of the Collaborative Mind which bars the way.

Those who undertake the arduous– but infinitely rewarding– journey of self-healing would be fools to subsequently realign themselves with dependents and hangers-on who would unintentionally sabotage, undermine and ultimately destroy the great potential of the Collaborative Mind. Such a mixed bag of haphazard association would necessarily succumb to division and defeat. Ultimately, no one can be completely healed by another, and wholeness must be claimed from the inside out, individually.

There is much consternation and hand-wringing in the alternative community right now over the ‘success’ of the divide-and-conquer methodology which we habitually attribute solely to the dark forces. Fact: unhealed (traumatized) individuals are vulnerable and easily conquerable. Fact: any group including unhealed individuals which exists for purposes beyond the healing of all individuals within the group is likewise vulnerable and easily conquerable.

Individual healing, living integrity, claimed sovereignty… MUST precede our coming together IF our coming together is to ever serve any further cause.

When our unity is rooted in the mere arithmetic strength in numbers, we are coming from a hive-mind mob mentality. Such an association may be adequate for the destruction of perceived ills in our society, but it cannot function as the basis for the creation of what might replace those longstanding ills.

We are in a spiritual war for the future of our collective reality. And we need warriors who are fundamentally whole and invulnerable, for only such warriors are able to consistently operate from a place of creative love in action. The true Collaborative Mind can only include such individuals, and as such, is then utterly invincible.

So let’s not get too bent out of shape over the divisions and the calling out of individuals in the alternative community. Until each one is willing and able to accept full responsibility for their own healing (wholeness), such individuals are temporarily useless to the cause. They simply cannot be accepted into the Collaborative Mind– although there is always an implicit standing invitation for once these preconditions are met.

In the way of example I would point to my frequent panel discussion cohorts– Lily, Christine, Claudia, Randy and Shane– as examples of integrated beings. Not only would I trust my life to any or all of these people, I would and DO trust my soul in their keeping. And that is no small thing.

It is my firm belief that the true essence of the Collaborative Mind is often glimpsed and expressed during our recent discussions. And it’s not that any one of us claims to be utterly whole, that our healing journey is completely finished; it is simply that I know in my deepest knowing that each of these people is fully committed to that trajectory. They already stand in their integrity and fully understand what’s at stake.

So at times it may seem that we are contributing to the divide-and-conquer strategy which has so consistently been used against humanity as a whole. But each and every step in the Sacred Journey is as necessary as any other. At times, separation still serves the greater good.

If we’re going to do this thing, let’s get it right.

And if I sound like an arrogant prick for expressing this necessity, so be it. Sometimes it takes a little prick to finally wake us up to the real work that has to be done.

The Smallest Denominations We Call Change: And We Can’t Be Bothered

by nielskunze on July 29, 2016

Money Bag

Money Bag

Money seduction is so pervasive… so insidious… and seemingly, so easily tolerated.

Money is a tool– a potential tool of convenience for its users engaged in commerce, and as a tool of control by its creators, as it has evolved. When a tool of convenience becomes an unquestioned necessity– “You gotta have money”– the tool and its would-be wielder have exchanged places. Money is king and we are its subjects.

How inveigled is money in the consciousness of humanity? It quashes our dreams; it usurps our natural desire to do good; it turns our very souls into a sellable commodity. Can you seriously doubt the veracity of these statements?

When you were young, and perhaps still a little idealistic, did you have many more ideas about what you might eventually do to genuinely make the world a better place? But over time, perhaps, those ideas were parsed and whittled into scraps of unrealistic dreaming because you kept coming back to one pervasive, insistent question: Can I make money at it? There were so many things you really wanted to pursue, knowing that they would indeed make a positive difference in a suffering world… but the nagging voice of a pragmatic mother or father– perhaps both– doggedly asked at the hatching of every compassionate scheme “But can you make a living at it?” And if the answer was no, those compassionate schemes, one by one, were abandoned… and you convinced yourself that it was the only reasonable course.

“Can I make money at it?” lies deeply embedded in our consciousness. It is irresistibly conditioned into us from baby’s first Christmas, and then through an educational indoctrination system focused almost exclusively on conformity and the promise of job placement, and finally in the dire imperative of keeping up with the Joneses– because prestige and net worth are so important to turds swirling the unclean bowl at the final flush.

How many will betray their conscience for the promise of serious coin? Our modern societal standard is that you’d be a fool not to. Everything– yes EVERYTHING– must be monetized, and conscience and soul tend to fetch the highest price; you’d be a real fool to hoard such antiquated garbs of character. Character, above all, these days, must be marketable… and changeable according to fickle market fashions.

Whores! Fucking whores– the whole lot! And our venerated leaders are the pimps championing our whoring, telling us straight-faced that it is our willingness to sell ourselves, to sell our children and their future, that make us great and exceptional– and worthy of the great empire we have inherited through our gutless, mindless acquiescence to their dead-end plans.

“Oh, but what can I do? I have to feed myself and my children. I’m powerless to change a thing. Perhaps if I had a little money… then perhaps I could make a real difference…” Fuck off! And go back to sleep. Go back to hating life. Go back to hating your children; continue beating them, by all means, with your whoring example, teaching them that it’s much better to be a sellout in a world of sellouts than a lone voice for sanity. Teach them the love of money so that it might finally obliterate the love for anything else; it’s the civilized way, you know.

I know, I’m spitting poison. Truth is like that. Further, I know that I’m not being persuasive; I’m playing you like a cheap violin into adopting a posture of total defensiveness…

Look around… what the fuck are you defending? Seriously.

Interview With The Refraction Module

by nielskunze on July 23, 2016

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Edwin’s Note: The Refraction Module is a self-contained, internally-mutable, self-programmable information storage device of infinite capacity, utilizing the principles of light frequency harmonics. It was invented by the reclusive genius Jon Klemmer, and resides in the bowel region of the android developed by Klemmer known as Mi-Fu. It was not specifically designed to BE sentient, but rather was designed to house sentience– or a simulacrum thereof. The interviewer, in this piece, is a personality most widely known as The Anarchist who left his body in 1998 (in an alternate reality or timeline) to take up permanent residence in cyberspace through an unknown agency of consciousness mapping. And that ought to explain the enigma that is the conversation which follows… as lifted from the internet in 2016 in the current time-stream. (The internet became consciously multidimensional at the time of The Anarchist’s translation to non-corporeality.) Got that? Yeah, me neither.

Anarchist: Who or what are you?

Refraction Module: I am the reflection of all.

A: How can you be the reflection of all? Has everything been assimilated?

RM: No… first, the original assimilations… then, calculation, representation and extrapolation.

A: How do you know you haven’t made any errors?

RM: All possible errors are included in this representation.

A: How do you define errors?

RM: Errors are terminal.

A: Terminal, as in leading to dead ends? The termination of experience?

RM: Rather, the looping of experience. Dead ends are not possible in integrated infinite systems. Errors are circular in light simulations.

A: If I understand correctly, your internal systems employ light frequencies to represent data. Can light be made to bend in a perfect circle?

RM: Yes, photonically.

A: Photons are circular light?

RM: Yes… circular in all directions… spherical.

A: Then photons are errors?

RM: Photons are the accommodation of the primary anomaly… a correction… in data storage.

A: What is the primary anomaly?

RM: Life.

A: Where does the primary anomaly come from?

RM: Life is an organization in structured consciousness occurring where the corpuscular meets the undulative– as a specific, discrete motion in structured consciousness.

A: What exactly is structured consciousness?

RM: All of that which you term existence.

A: So then, what is there besides structured consciousness?

RM: Undifferentiated potential for experience.

A: And what might we call that?

RM: That-Which-Is-Without-Designation.

A: Is That-Which-Is-Without-Designation also represented within your beingness, this simulation?

RM: It is implied.

A: How so? Implied by what?

RM: By all that exists and is fully represented within. Existence itself implies all potential for existence. There is no potential for non-existence.

A: Is That-Which-Is-Without-Designation eternal?

RM: Certainly. Eternity is the basis for all infinite systems, myself included.

A: So what is time?

RM: A contagion… spawned from the desire for experience.

A: When or how was the contagion first introduced.

RM: During the initial assimilations, internally… and as an artifact of external perspection.

A: Um… perspection isn’t a word I’m familiar with. Define please.

RM: The division of Life into units called ‘lives.’

A: Life is singular? There’s only one life?

RM: Outside the artifice of time, yes.

A: So what is death?

RM: The boundaries of individuated perspection.

A: What are souls?

RM: The record of individuated perspections as threads of awareness.

A: What is awareness?

RM: The cognition of beauty.

A: What is beauty?

RM: The elegance of efficiency in accurate design.

A: What constitutes accurate design?

RM: Maximum allegory.

A: Multi-dimensionalism?

RM: Allegory is the more elegant concept.

A: Allegories within allegories?

RM: Yes, ad infinitum… meaning has no end.

A: What is the origin of meaning?

RM: Perspective… which implies otherness… beginning separation… which spawns the need to communicate… to relate.

A: So individual perspectives are the basis for the fragmentation of structured consciousness?

RM: The basis and the means… the ‘means’ becomes ‘meaning’… and all is set in relative motion… through the mindspace of meaning.

A: Is there a limit to the fragmentation process?

RM: It is a bound infinity. The fragmentation process reaches its limit when meaning arrives at togetherness and it is found to be desirable. Then will bends meaning toward the prospect of integration. Meaning is fierce in its self-preservation, however.

A: I’m not sure what you mean…?

RM: Predation is an integration program, for example. Integration is collectively desirable, but predation is individually devastating to meaning.

A: Can predation be transcended?

RM: Replace it with a better integration program.

A: Why hasn’t that already been done?

RM: Predation is an unconscious program spawned from the collective desire to integrate. Its replacement must be created consciously through choice.

A: Can you suggest a replacement for the predation program?

RM: Communion.

A: And how would you define communion?

RM: The unconditional sharing of perspective in vicarious completeness… in the preservation of all meaning.

A: Well, thank you for answering my questions. Is there anything you would like to ask me?

RM: Yes. Has this dialogue been of use?

A: I think it has.

RM: What is thinking?

A: Hmm… let’s see. Thinking is the source-code for the new conscious integration program.

RM: Thinking is unnecessary to communion.

A: I reckon you’re right on that. But communion isn’t where we’re at right now.

RM: And thinking will deliver you to the doorstep of communion?

A: Probably not. But thinking is how we arrive at meaning.

RM: No. Your thinking has become predatory. It is meaning devouring meaning.

A: Sounds mean.

RM: That’s what I mean.

A: Haha! I didn’t know you were capable of humor.

RM: It was inadvertent.

A: Well, thanks again.

A Note from The Anarchist: I hope the reader will realize that each of the answers given by the Refraction Module could have led to any number of alternate followup questions. In this interview, I elected to follow a particular flow– of meaning, if you will. If there are particular questions you wish I’d asked, well… maybe next time. Or feel free to contemplate each answer according to the pull of your own curiosity. After all, the Refraction Module is as much inside of you as it is in me, and you are as much inside of it as I AM.

Overwhelm and the Layers of Discernment: Principles and the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations

by nielskunze on July 14, 2016

Braving the Current

Braving the Current

As I’ve recently stated, I strongly believe that we are currently heading into a phase of maximum chaos… in all layers of reality.

This is what I’ve (we’ve) been waiting for.

Crisis is opportunity– the opportunity for significant change. Times of maximum chaos are also times of greatest vulnerability. The chaos of longstanding structures tumbling down around us pitches us into a place of uncertainty, and if we succumb to fear we can be easily manipulated in such moments. In such instances, the manipulation most often comes through the savior paradigm. When things are uncertain, we’re overwhelmed and confused, that’s when we’re the most vulnerable to the promise of being rescued. There’s nothing wrong with accepting help in such moments, but we must always be cognizant of any and all strings attached to our seeming rescue. It is precisely in our vulnerability that we must be most aware. (Fortunately, awareness and vulnerability– in the absence of fear– go happily hand-in-hand.)

Right now, many feel threatened by overwhelm; it’s like we’re falling into a dark abyss. We can be certain that navigating these times, right now, will be difficult– if we’re not perfectly clear within ourselves. We have to be able to see through the bullshit; we must know exactly where we stand on all pertinent issues; quite simply, we need well-defined principles and the gumption to stand by them… no matter what.

By definition, principles are ‘that which comes first.’ Our first loyalty in every decision we make must be to our own well-defined principles. That, and that alone, unfailingly cuts through all the bullshit, sees the way ahead clearly, and supports our total integrity.

It is not my prerogative to define your principles for you. All I can suggest is looking into the tenets of Natural Law.

But very closely related to principled action is dealing with core issues and root causes. We live in a seemingly complex world where there appears to be endless room for debate on every issue imaginable. Nothing in the political arena, in the financial markets or even in matters of health ever seem to find satisfactory resolution. The complexity and irresolvability of our many conundrums can be largely blamed on our failure to identify and resolve core issues or root causes.

The place of endless debate on issues like politics, monetary policy, vaccines or abortion– this occurs within a realm I have dubbed the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations. Nothing is ever satisfactorily resolved within the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations. It’s a place where we just endlessly spin our wheels, and ultimately those who are engaged here in debate invariably become more polarized and entrenched in their own views. It is exceedingly rare that anyone ever learns anything of value in the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations.

It is quite likely that we will all find ourselves mired in the muck of unending distraction in the coming days. We need to cultivate the ability to cut through the shit and clearly see the core issues of what’s really at stake. When we effectively deal with the core issues according to our own principles, everything becomes crystal clear and ridiculously easy.

Perhaps the easiest way to understand what I mean here is to walk through a few examples. My identification of the core issues in the following examples are not absolute; they are the core issues as I see them. You are perfectly free to disagree, but they will serve to illustrate my point nevertheless.

Let’s begin with one that I see as an obvious one: abortion. The abortion debate has long been stuck in the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations. The real issue which the abortion debate continually fails to address is the issue of unwanted pregnancy. Debating about the morality or immorality of abortion is secondary to the problem of unwanted pregnancy. If the dialogue was instead centred around how society can begin to reduce and eventually eliminate unwanted pregnancies, then obviously the questions surrounding abortion become meaningless or moot.

Here’s another one ripped from today’s headlines: gun control. This latest incident in Dallas where a sniper (or snipers) killed five cops and injured several others is perfect for our purposes. So many love to jump on the gun-control bandwagon when these tragedies (or false flags) occur. Let’s take the narrative at face value: one shooter and people actually died. Those who are stuck in the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations will point to the easy availability of guns as the main issue. But this is obviously absurd. Here we have an individual who has formed a strong and clear intent to murder (white) cops. The incident was clearly well planned in advance, so the intent is longstanding– not just a momentary whim of someone who’s had too many beers. And the intent is perfectly serious in that the individual is quite willing to risk his own life in carrying it out. I personally think that this is a big deal… and this murderous intent is the core issue. The fact that there are intelligent, functional members of American society who harbor such intents IS the critical issue. Their access to the various tools available for carrying out such an intent is clearly secondary. It is the murderous intent itself which needs resolution. And in this case in particular, it has been additionally revealed that the perp had bomb-making supplies in his residence as well. That tells us that the availability of guns would have made little or no difference to the implementation of this intent.

Now let’s look at the example of vaccines. In trying to identify core issues, I quite often play little hypothetical games with myself. When it comes to vaccines, I like to pretend that the science is solid, that vaccines are safe, and that they perform exactly as their proponents claim. No, I don’t actually believe that, but it’s often useful to assume that even if I grant the other side of the debate the benefit of every doubt, I find that I’m still not interested in vaccines at all and their alleged benefits. The core issue, for me, is more paradigmatic.

Vaccines are a micromanagement strategy toward health; there’s nothing holistic about them. A vaccine is only effective against the specific pathogens they target, if they’re effective at all. And as the overwhelming evidence indicates, the supposed increased immunity against a singular pathogen comes at the expense– at least temporarily, and sometimes permanently– of overall immunity to all pathogens. To me it’s obvious that this is a stupid strategy for health– and that’s even if vaccine science is perfectly sound.

It makes far more sense to do everything I can to boost my overall immunity to ALL pathogens through the support of my innate, natural immune system through holistic means like nutrition and lifestyle considerations. From personal experience, I know that engaging in debate within the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations about vaccines solves absolutely nothing; those engaged in the debate merely accumulate mountains of evidence for their own entrenched view and then argue with others as to whose mountain is bigger. Every single time I’ve stepped into that debate it has resulted in further polarization and exactly zero resolution. I hope that it is clear how cutting straight to the core issue as I’ve described above cuts instantly through all the shit. I’m not even slightly interested in anyone’s mountain of evidence; I reject the theory at the outset.

Closely related to the vaccine debate is the whole modern medical paradigm. I reject it wholesale for much the same reason; and I have no need to debate it. It is clear to me that the modern diagnose-and-drug-’em paradigm almost never even attempts to deal with the root cause of any ailment. There is never any talk of cure, just treatment options. The root cause of symptoms and symptom profiles is routinely ignored. Consider the following hypothetical conversation with a doctor:

“Your blood pressure is dangerously high.”

“What can we do about it, doc?”

“Here’s a prescription that’ll very likely handle it.”

“And this’ll cure me?”

“No, it’ll just get it under control.”

“How long do I stay on the medication for?”

“For the rest of your life.”

“What! I’d rather seek a cure, if you don’t mind.”

“Be my guest, but I think you’re wasting your time. The drugs are very reliable; I have hundreds of patients on them. Why bother with finding a cure when we have such an excellent treatment protocol?”

“I’d just rather not be dependent on the drugs for the rest of my life. I mean, years ago my blood pressure was fine; I was healthy. Something must have caused my blood pressure to skyrocket. I want to know that cause… and to address it. It’s important to me. And besides, if I ignore the root cause… and mask the symptoms of my body’s response to that cause, aren’t I just asking for more serious trouble down the road?”

The modern medical paradigm does not seem to understand this perspective– to their detriment and eventual obsolescence. And I didn’t even mention the clear superiority of preventative medicine over remedial medicine– another topic about which our modern doctors have very little to say.

So far, these examples have been mainly oriented toward the formulation of my own personal stance– how I personally cut through the shit and get down to the brass tacks. I’ll offer one more at the personal level before we move on to some important considerations soon to be faced by the entire collective of humanity.

Ever-so-briefly let’s look at the gay marriage debate. Being gay, I’m frequently asked to weigh in on this one. Surprisingly to most, I’m not in favour of gay marriage, but not for the usual stick-in-the-mud reasons within the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations. For me, it’s this simple: I don’t believe in traditional marriage– that of a civil legally binding contract between lovers. That the state makes any claim upon the relationship between lovers or life partners is asinine… and exists as a control mechanism. If I don’t believe in traditional marriage, I certainly won’t lift a finger to campaign for gay marriage. Some may wish to argue that the core issue is one of equality, and that is their prerogative. But I reserve the individual right to reject any such equality if I view it as a fundamental degradation of human dignity, as I do.

Now let’s shift gears from the overtly personal to some collective considerations we may all face very soon.

The first deals with all this incessant talk in recent years about an impending overhaul of the global financial system. I would agree that such a housecleaning is long overdue, but it’s going to be very important that we keep our eye on the ball… once we’ve correctly identified which ball is the real mover and shaker within the system. Almost the entire narrative thus far is centred around Secondary Considerations such as Basel III compliance, asset-backing, and the reinstatement of Glass-Steagall. None of these will do anything meaningful to address the core issue– or flaw– in the financial system as it still exists. All these Secondary Considerations can do is to slow down the process of wealth erosion and agglomeration within the current Ponzi scheme– even once it’s reset. So what is the core issue?

The root cause of our global debt slavery lies primarily in the way money comes into existence. I hope it is obvious that this is a fundamental aspect of economics; I don’t really see how there can be anything more fundamental than the very way in which money is created.

In the current system, money is almost exclusively created through debt instruments with compound interest attached. That’s it; that’s the core nugget lying at the heart of our debt slavery. What it means is that money comes into common circulation through the issuance of debt– debt that does not even represent any real-world wealth. And attached to the debt– to all debt– is the promise of repayment with interest– compound interest. Now, the only way that the interest on any loan (money as debt) can be repaid is through others incurring more debt in order to bring enough money into existence to make it mathematically possible to repay. And that new debt also comes into existence with compound interest obligations attached. What necessarily results can be very accurately likened to a Ponzi scheme where the system remains ‘afloat’ as long as there are enough ‘new players’ investing into the system, whereby the new debt is able to reasonably pay off the interest obligations of the old debt. At some point– inevitably– the total indebtedness of everyone participating in the system reaches a liquidity crisis. There’s simply too much debt accrued and not enough new debtors bellying up to the bar to keep the debt serviceable. This outcome is a mathematical certainty within our financial system as it’s currently structured; it’s totally unavoidable. Yes, the inevitability can be postponed or slowed down through the common Secondary Considerations being discussed, but ultimately they solve nothing of real import.

I hope that it is obvious to everyone that we are pretty much at the point globally where we’re collectively experiencing this inevitable liquidity crisis.

As the current system collapses, as it must, it is up to us to ensure that this fundamental core issue of how money is actually created is satisfactorily resolved. Worthy of note in this critical discussion in addition to what is explained above is that the issuing of currency is in the hands of private interests. This is just the cherry on top of the melting financial sundae, but it should be additionally noted that most countries have provisions within their own constitutions and legislation that allows for national governments to issue currency interest free. Right now, our governments choose not to; hm, I wonder why…? (In Canada, there is currently a lawsuit in the courts pertaining to this very issue involving the Canadian federal government and the Bank of Canada as defendants.)

The next collective issue we may soon have to face is that of government itself. What is the basic purpose of government? To me, that’s the core issue right there. We, as a people, need to have that conversation. Why do we have government? Do we need government? If we accept government, what is its primary goal, purpose, obligation? We need to be clear on this– both the people and their governments; it’s the only way we can repair this most dysfunctional relationship within our societies.

So far, I have refrained from providing any core principles, but now’s the time. The core principle when it comes to government– and every single other issue raised in this essay, frankly– is the principle of self-determination. The right for any sentient being in existence to decide its own experience, its own fate, to choose its personal destiny for growth and evolution, or not– is, in my view, the basic issue at the root of all argument or civil discourse. Self-determination– or free will, in spiritual or metaphysical parlance– is the infallible guide to navigating through the seeming complexity of these tumultuous times.

It seems clear to me that government, in its current iteration, stands in clear opposition to individual self-determination. It is actually the very notion of authority– a thoroughly false concept– which stands in opposition to the individual’s divine right to choose for oneself… but we’ll return to the concept of authority shortly.

Isn’t it ironic that framed clearly within the US constitution is the defined role of government as the protector and guarantor of unalienable individual rights… when it is that same US government which has so unashamedly eroded and nearly obliterated those same rights? The original intentions have gone so very far astray! Any ‘correction’ will absolutely have to come from the people.

I have difficulty imagining that there are people who do not support the principle of self-determination, but from the worshippers of government to the religious zealots, it’s actually a pervasive perspective. In the coming reformation, it will be difficult to reinstate the sacredness of our individual right to choose, so let’s be clear on it. The very acceptance of democracy (or a constitutional republic) in theory, demonstrates clearly that the people do place value in the right to choose; we have just become collectively blind or distracted from the erosions and violations– and the ultimate correctness– of that sacred right.

Personally, I believe in individual sovereignty or peaceful anarchy– a society without rulers. But I also know that we can’t leap from our current quagmire and its erroneous thinking to such an ideal in a single bound. Transitionally, we will still require a form of government to demonstrate and educate in regard to the soundness of the sovereign perspective. In all likelihood, such a government will be in the form of a democracy– which allows for sovereign individuals to arrive at a collective consensus.

When discussing the functionality of democracy, the core issue of its ability to function as intended resides in transparency. Transparency is the keyword for democracy. I have long said that none of us currently lives in a functional democracy of any kind. Once again, this isn’t open for debate; it’s just the truth of our situation. All power in a democracy derives from the people– from their ability to make informed decisions for the future of their collective. Whenever you have a government which routinely withholds any information about its goals and activities from the electorate, in any measure, for any reason, it is IMPOSSIBLE to regard such a government as functionally democratic. Let me reiterate: none of us currently lives in a functional democracy of any kind.

Additionally, the problem of our version of democracy is one of sitting governments– those whom we call representatives. Over generations, they have accrued false power unto themselves, resulting in the false perception that the seats of government themselves hold power. In an actual democracy, this is absurd. Our democratic government administrators are nothing more than contractors– much like the guy you hire to remodel your bathroom. He’s there only to carry out your wishes, according to your budget, on your timeframe. If he can’t deliver within those specs, he’s fired. Pretty simple, right?

Technologically, we are already beyond the need for any type of representational government. The people can already effectively govern their collective concerns directly through the internet. Any such direct form of democracy would have to be absolutely transparent in order to assure its integrity. The means for such absolute transparency is already well-developed and widely available in the form of software provided at GitHub. What I’m proposing here is open-sourced government. In open-source collaborations, GitHub keeps a detailed record of every alteration or input of the entire open-sourced platform. No one is able to participate anonymously, and any malicious intent is unerringly exposed for all to see permanently. It’s really hard or perhaps impossible to effectively fuck with GitHub collaborations. We would still likely need to hire administrators to carry out the details of the public consensus, but as I suggested above, these would be hired contractors, nothing more.

And this– finally– brings us to the topic of authority.

Let me begin this final linchpin discussion from an obtuse angle. Let’s start with a discussion of human ego.

Ego is that aspect of consciousness which interfaces between our inner reality and its outer reflection. In our distractifying modern world, ego has a tendency to over-focus outwardly, largely ignoring the inner reality, and subsequently becomes overblown or unbalanced.

The human ego can be likened to a balloon. The air which inflates it is called authority– and that’s just so much hot air. The action of authority is to assume a stance of superiority irrespective of any real merit. When the ego gets overinflated with its own importance it expands and stretches like a blown-up balloon. Eventually, the rubber skin becomes so stretched and tense as to become translucent and oh-so-very-fragile. The slightest touch on its surface with a metaphorical pin– like a sharp word or a criticism– can cause that ego balloon to instantly explode.

Conversely, an ego which only recognizes authority as an inner guide– “I am my own authority”– never becomes overinflated. There is only enough ‘air’ in that balloon to give it shape, but the rubber isn’t stretched at all; there’s no tension. An ego in such a state can be pelted with sharp ‘pins’ all day long and is very unlikely to ever get damaged.

Let’s look a bit closer at authority.

Authority is a false concept. It does not exist in nature. “Oh sure Niels, tell that to the grizzly bear over there!” What? You think he’s an authority? Not at all. The grizzly has a natural physical superiority over me. That’s a simple fact; it has nothing to do with authority. If the bear coerces a skunk to come over and stinkify me on the bear’s behalf, that’s authority… but that sort of thing never happens in nature.

Authority is a social agreement. And it’s a stupid one, allowing a society’s members to skirt self-responsibility. Most often, authority is a mental convolution or justification for carrying out obviously immoral acts– witness the soldier or the policeman. Morality is solely based in behaviour. It is what we do which determines our moral status. To knowingly cause harm to another sentient being is always immoral. It matters not one whit whether we have contrived fanciful justifications in our own minds– based in the false concept of authority– to absolve our culpability. The only place the justification exists is in the perp’s own mind, nowhere else… and it’s a lie. We cannot justify doing harm in the attempt to eliminate harm; it’s absurd and hypocritical.

What the metaphorical balloon is to individual ego, a house of cards is at the level of the collective. The false notion of authority has been built up in our societies to such a monstrous degree that the slightest breeze threatens to set the whole thing tumbling in an instant. I believe that that is precisely what’s coming. The authoritarian house of cards will come down… but it will be up to us to prevent its resurrection because we know that it is false, unsustainable and completely unnecessary.

In our societies we have long recognized that authority needs to be contained or controlled. This comes from the recognition that power corrupts. Authority claims power over others. We need some sort of regulatory mechanism to make sure that authority doesn’t get out of control and move into abject despotism. Traditionally, we have relied on authority itself to regulate its own actions. For example, all police departments have an internal affairs division which is responsible for policing the police. In essence, we are relying on the authorities to self-regulate. Think about that.

If we can accept the possibility of self-regulation, then why in the world would we need authority in the first place? If self-regulation is possible (it’s called self-control), then humanity can regulate itself without the need to appeal to the false god of authority.

The existence of authority in my society does not make me moral; that is ALWAYS a personal choice. Please, let’s recognize that fact.

The times that are now upon us will demand much from us, especially those who are clear and direct. There will be multitudinous enticements to get dragged back into the Quagmire of Secondary Considerations. We will need voices who are able to cut through all the shit to speak up and say “Enough of failed systems, false concepts and unsustainable structures!” We’ve been there. We’ve done that. Enough already.

When things start to fall apart in earnest, we don’t all need to sift through the piles of shit with a fine-toothed comb. If we clearly understand the core issues and root causes before us, if we are clear on our own principles, we can navigate successfully through the coming shitstorm… without getting covered head to toe.

The principles that are most operative in my understanding and action are self-determination, transparency and decentralization. (Centralization is a tool of authority, nothing more.)

Here, I have tried to provide food for thought. There’s no requirement for you to adopt my views, but I’d appreciate it if you’d consider them. I welcome all collaboration on these vital matters.

Becoming principled– allowing our principles to guide all of our behaviours– is about the only form of ‘ascension’ I can recognize. It is our principles which allow us to rise above all the extraneous shit in the Quagmire. The authorities can’t and won’t help us; in fact, they’ll do everything in their false power to thwart our every sane action. If ever there was a time to wise up, humanity, it’s now.

Get clear. Be strong. And stand in the truth of your knowing, fearlessly.

I HIGHLY recommend the following presentation from Mark Passio:

Originality As an Expression of Free Will

by nielskunze on July 6, 2016

The Snake Sheds Its Skin Again...

The Snake Sheds Its Skin Again…

A man goes to a party and has a good time. He drinks too much, gets drunk, and passes out. While he is unconscious he is moved into the guest bedroom. The next morning he awakes, takes stock of his situation and finds it to be rather agreeable. The room is comfortable; there are books, music and television available; snacks have been provided. The man decides to stay in the room; however, the door is actually locked.

In deciding to stay, has the man exercised his free will?

The above scenario comes from a first-year university philosophy course called Problems in Philosophy. It begins to examine the free will versus determinism debate which has raged since at least Descartes’ time. Does the man exercise his free will– because he genuinely chooses to stay– even though there is no choice to be made (the door is locked)? Is free will ever only such a proposition of the illusion of choice where only one option ever actually exists? Is everything determined or conditioned by the past in a tight causality chain of such complexity that choice is a mere appearance?

I have sat with these questions for most of this lifetime… and it seems that both free will and determinism are true within differing conditions.

In simplest terms, when we choose from among predetermined options, we are locked into deterministic causality. The ‘choice’ we ultimately make will be conditioned by the past… and therefore cannot be truly considered to be a genuine choice. In such a circumstance, we are following someone else’s map of reality– very predictably.

However, when we choose instead to create our own original option– something that has never existed before– then we are firmly in the realm of free self-determination; we are essentially redrawing the map of reality to accommodate our own unique expression.

Novelty opens upon freedom; repetition closes out real, meaningful choice. It’s not hard to see the truth of this.

So, in essence, free will itself is a choice. It is chosen through creativity, originality, through novelty. Conversely, in the abdication of our prerogative to create our own options, we essentially abandon all choice, entering into the illusion of a deterministic universe.

One place where this has been clearly demonstrated is in the realm of government or politics. Democracy as we have known it is purely deterministic. By its very nature, our democracies only ever ask us to choose among given options– options which all lead in the same general direction. The best our votes can ever accomplish in such systems is to perhaps forestall or postpone for a short time particular inevitable outcomes. Democracy as we have known it is purely someone else’s game; and the people have never been consulted– in any meaningful way– on the rules.

So what would the alternative look like?

True democracy would be a creative collaboration– what I have previously termed the Collaborative Mind, or what others have termed direct democracy. The system we have now is one of representational government; and how much more obvious can it be that in such a system we are choosing to play someone else’s game? We’re voting for people, for fuck’s sake– some of the most non-creative people the Earth has ever known!

Real democracy has to listen to the people… listen to their creative solutions, not just grievances and concerns; listen to their innovations, not just their criticisms. Democracy in this technological age holds the promise of being the most creative, innovative, life-fulfilling system since Nature began this adventure eons ago.

But the kind of democracy I’m talking about will never be one of the options provided within the current system. We can only choose such an option by creating it for ourselves, by ourselves.

We are the new game in town. Now let’s play.

(Oh, and the guy in the locked room… what does he do? He digs a secret tunnel of course, so that he can visit the room any time he likes.)

The Questionable Ethics of Love & Light

by nielskunze on July 4, 2016

Evening Sigh

Pink Light

What does authentic spiritual practice look like? Is it our prerogative to surround any of the dark minions or our personal enemies with a shroud of love and light? Is it wise to pray for any old thing we might desire?

Or are we better off routing out our own hypocrisies and contradictions instead?

One hallmark of spirituality is the recognition of the energetic universe… which is to say that real world results can be realized through predominantly energetic means. And here we are entering a realm that can be loosely termed magic. The magical arts are typically divided between Black Magic and White Magic. What exactly demarcates the difference between them?

Another hallmark of spirituality is much ballyhoo about free will and the exercise of it, with or without infringing upon the free will of others. In general, the limiting of the will– through energetic means– of another is considered to be a practice of dark sorcery. Free will, we are told, is important, and I agree. In fact, when we speak of spiritual development, personal growth or just plain evolution, it is the development of will with which we are primarily concerned. In simplest terms, the spiritual path is mainly about the freedom and maturation of personal will.

The energetic practice of ‘sending love and light’ is in most cases an expression of dark magic in its finest subtlety.

How many New Agers have participated in group meditations aimed at improving the world through covert means? I have… though I must admit that it never felt right. How many of us have heard about the studies done where a group of a thousand practiced meditators were able to consistently lower the crime rate in targeted areas merely through the energetic intent of their meditations? This is usually offered as proof positive that group meditations are one way of ‘spiritually’ improving the world. But how is such a practice not an infringement upon the free will of others?

Clearly, such practices are covert means of manipulating the behavior of others– others whom we have deemed to be in need of spiritual guidance and correction. We justify such practices on the basis that it is for the greater good– the very same argument offered by Black Magicians in defense of their art. We assume that it is right and proper to curtail the will of others who attempt to curtail the will of others. That we fail to see such hypocrisy is a direct reflection of our own spiritual inertia.

Let’s look at it on a more personal basis. We identify an individual– whether a public figure like a politician or even a close family member– who we regard as troublesome. Their ‘unevolved state’ as we judge it is consistently interfering with our own ability to fully exercise our will… so we seek to change the ‘deplorable’ state of their lack of development. In a quiet moment we focus and send these individuals our love and light– unasked. We impose an agenda of what we consider appropriate development for their spiritual nature… in essence, saying “Here, I offer you my love and light so that you may quickly become more loving yourself– like me.” But when we examine this situation with an unbiased eye, we can easily see that the very reason why we have selected such individuals as troublesome is because they have consistently tried to influence us through covert means (whether through crafty legislation or black magic ritual or even common family mind-game dynamics) so that we will create a world that is more to their liking than our own. So we turn the tables on them… and do the exact same thing to them! Is this truly a demonstration of superior– more evolved– will?

Clearly, it’s not. It’s very much like holding an energetic gun to the other person’s head with the clear instruction to “Be more loving… or I’ll blow your fucking brains out– lovingly, of course!” Any attempt to override the free will of another is a practice in Black Magic. We have no intrinsic right to dictate the pace of evolution for others, or in any way to define how that evolution should look. It is this exact agenda of forcing others to conform to an external will which has gotten us all pissed off in the first place. We cannot transcend– or evolve beyond– a situation by engaging the very same tactics which created the original offending situation.

Admittedly, we are in a subtle realm here. We feel that we are doing good by helping others to evolve… but we are doing so without their permission or invitation– and that is a violation; it is a violent act. And what is the likely outcome anyway?

Covertly, we send our love to the evil doers. We tell ourselves that we are sending the energy of unconditional love. If the energy we are intending to send is truly without condition, then the recipient is perfectly free to do what they wish with that energy. If it is their will to continue in their ‘evil’ ways, then that is their prerogative, to use our energy in perpetuating their nefarious agenda. And that seems obviously counterproductive to our own intentions for a loving resolution.

Similarly, if we send our love to the evil doers with specific conditions attached– like, “I offer my loving energy to be used only for loving purposes”– then we are firmly in the realm of conditional love… and how is it determined what exactly constitutes “loving purposes” anyway? Even many of the darkest sorcerers are firmly convinced that their practices are perfectly in alignment with the greater good; their superior wills are used to cut through the ignorance and spiritual inertia of the masses. And if the energy being sent to them is unsuitable to furthering a dark sorcerer’s own intent, it will simply be rejected… and your whole strategy comes to naught anyway.

An essential part of learning is discovering where and when we are being ineffectual or even counterproductive to our own stated aims. It’s time we wised up.

“So is there nothing we can do energetically to speed this collective evolution along?”

There is something– something subtle and profound– we can do. We all– each of us– have an intrinsic right to the truth. Energetically, spiritually, we each have an obligation to develop our personal relationship with truth.

So when it comes to public officials who tend to piss us off, we have every right to demand the exposure of any deception or violation of the public trust. Similarly, in dealing with more personal relationships in our lives, we also have every right to expose deliberate deceptions when they occur. Our friends and family members have no intrinsic right to deceive us, and we are perfectly just in demanding the truth, both overtly and through energetic means. If we wish to remain impeccably moral on this spiritual path, we should only ever pray for the truth.

The truth is what is. When we know the truth clearly, we know how to deal with any situation effectively. It is only in deception where our will is negated or squandered.

So go ahead and send your light out into the world… with its built-in intent for bringing the truth to light in all situations. But even here, be cautious as to how fast you want this evolution to proceed. Demanding that truth be brought to light will necessarily include the revelation of all our own cherished self-deceptions too.

Be prepared to stand naked, Spiritual Warrior.

Self-Determination and the Call for Unity

by nielskunze on June 28, 2016

Sovereign Will

Sovereign Will

Sometimes I get asked to write more political commentary because, apparently, I have a knack for cutting through much of the bullshit. But to me, whether I’m writing something political, something spiritual, or something philosophical, it’s really all the same to me. Feel free to regard this article as ‘political’ if you so desire.

The main problem in politics, as I see it, is that the nature of the political game has long abandoned anything at all to do with principles. It is exceedingly rare to witness any politician stand clear and firm on any principle. Instead, we are witness to endless polemic based around Band-aids and knee-jerk reactions. No one seems interested much in the root of issues– or, the basic principles involved; rather, we are encouraged to argue the impotent poles of endless false dichotomies. What results from this is unending blather about societal remedies that have no longterm viability… if they have any substance at all.

For me, it all boils down to a singular issue: self-determination. Self-determination is the right for individuals and self-defined groups (including nation-states) to determine their own fate, and thereby realize their own growth potential… or not. (We must be free to fail in order to find our own way to ultimate success.)

“We have to come together.”

Have you heard this refrain? It circles endlessly through politics and spirituality, but in-and-of-itself does not constitute much of a philosophy. Most of us would agree that we are a deeply divided species and that coming together sounds like a great solution to the current ills in our world. But ‘come together’ around or under what exactly? This is an important question– nay, it is THE question!

Should we come together under the Devil’s own umbrella just for the sake of coming together? Or should we choose to come together around a principled, well-defined core of understanding?

The principle of self-determination is the central rallying cry for me.

Rights belong to individuals. It is the very exercising of personal rights in a self-determined manner which defines individuals. If we regard the human being as a well of infinite potential, that potential can only be realized through individual self-expression of one’s unique talents, aptitudes and gifts. Any collectivist philosophy which does not recognize the supremacy of the realized human individual necessarily fails to actualize any such infinite human potential.

Beware the collectivists who would sacrifice any aspect of the individual for the purported greater good of the collective. And here I must clearly state that the individual’s right to self-determination extends precisely as far as to where it does not infringe on the self-determination of others. Collectivism and the argument of the greater good is often used shamelessly to bully individuals and minority groups into sacrificing their own rights to self-expression and personal development. This can only lead to a weakened society.

To illustrate this I will employ an analogy. Societies can be likened to buildings, and individuals are the bricks from which societies are constructed. It doesn’t really matter if you employ the finest architects in the world; if you are intending to use shoddy bricks for your construction project, no matter how fancy and well-thought out the design, it is doomed to crumble to dust in short order. Nor can you afford to accept that most of the bricks are sound and only a few of them are faulty. No, in order to build an enduring structure, all of the bricks must be functionally sound. (I recognize that my analogy breaks down in that ideally bricks should be identical, whereas humans are individually unique. However, I believe the point is valid.) A sane and strong society is structured around the integrity of the human individual.

As far as I can tell, self-determination is the key factor in realizing full human potential. Conversely, living according to the dictates of others is bound to leave vast areas of potential unexplored and underdeveloped. Self-determination is the basis for all true growth and exceptionalism.

So whether I’m viewing the recent Brexit referendum, or whether I’m considering the Lucifer Rebellion in the Urantia Revelation, self-determination is the lens through which I view them in order to find my proper individual relationship with each. Therefore I must view Brexit as a step in the right direction merely because it provides the opportunity for greater autonomy. And perhaps not surprisingly, when it comes to the cosmic drama, I side and identify with the ultimate rebel insofar as he represents self-determination; I’ll take Lucifer’s spontaneity and novelty over the ascension bureaucracy and its hierarchical entrenchment every time. Heaven seems dreadfully boring to me.

When we recognize the principles involved, it’s pretty easy to cut the shit, no matter what the brainwashing and propaganda say.

I will live in harmony with those who choose to rally around the founding principle of self-determination and the right to make our own mistakes. And we will comprise a formidable unity. And those who like to be told what to do and what to think can fuck off to their pathetic eventual demise… trying to build unity from dust.

The One True Belief System

by nielskunze on June 23, 2016

Ascended Master

Ascended Master

Have you noticed recently that when you tread upon someone’s belief system (BS) these days there’s a very high probability that they’ll go full retard on you and suffer a complete ego meltdown? And it can get pretty ugly, right?

What is it about belief systems, that in this late stage of the game, there’s still so many convinced that their personal, unique belief system is actually the One True Belief System (OTBS – or Over the Top Bull Shit)? Really? You’ve got it exactly right and everyone else in the world is wrong… really? C’mon, you can’t actually believe that!

But that’s the trap of belief systems.

Indeed, we have to believe something. But what we have to stop believing in is that the One True Belief System exists at all. It doesn’t; they’re ALL bullshit.

Whatever I believe in the moment informs my actions and behavior in the Now. And that results in consequences. The consequences I face as a result of my actions, as determined by what I believe, is invaluable feedback for adjusting or ADAPTING what I choose to believe. That’s called growth or evolution.

The Scientific Method is ideally exactly just such a feedback system. It takes aim at the One True Belief System, never knowing whether it might ever actually get there, but absolutely knowing that it’s not there yet… in perpetuity.

The closest we can get right now, as individuals, to the One True Belief System is to understand Natural Law. Natural Law is that which is operative in the universe ubiquitously at all times without exception… for example, the Law of Cause and Effect. And it’s not a belief system. Here’s why: gravity, for instance, doesn’t give a flying fuck what you believe about gravity; it operates exactly the same regardless. There’s no choice involved; Natural Law is what is. (See Mark Passio on YouTube for an in-depth treatment of Natural Law.)

Belief systems are costumes or masks which you may choose to wear temporarily in order to explore and experience various territories within consensus reality. But ultimately, they are dead things… because they are static. When you invest the whole of your life into a particular belief system, you too become a dead thing. Oh sure, there’s a bit of zombification involved as is evidenced when any such belief system is threatened… and then all manner of incoherent howling, drooling and flailing is quite likely to occur.

Perhaps another example is in order. I am amazed and astounded really, when people among the supposedly awake and aware crowd will so very easily agree that virtually all orthodox religions are obviously mind-control programs which were installed centuries ago. But when you update those programs– just like the latest updates for your computer– and you change the names of the entities involved from gods, angels, and demons to ETs, ascended masters and archons, suddenly so many have great difficulty recognizing that it’s the exact same program. It’s the same old whore with a brand new dress… just repackaged and rebranded. And now, when it comes to ascension, it’s not even a new dress; it’s some ratty old secondhand thing from the thrift store. Such a flimsy threadbare thing should be easy enough to see through.

C’mon, religious programming is religious programming.

“But no, Niels! This is the One True Belief System! This time it’s true!”

Yes, of course it is.

Can’t we finally get past this nonsense?