{"id":4663,"date":"2015-10-07T22:23:36","date_gmt":"2015-10-07T22:23:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4663"},"modified":"2015-11-07T15:19:18","modified_gmt":"2015-11-07T15:19:18","slug":"running-dialogue-eighth-wonder-of-the-world-1015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4663","title":{"rendered":"Running Dialogue – Eighth Wonder of the World (10\/15)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Prior Episodes of Running Dialogue:<\/strong><\/p>\n

First Episode<\/a>
\nSecond Thoughts<\/a>
\nThird Time’s The Charm<\/a>
\nFourth Movement\u2026 Forth<\/a>
\nFifth Element<\/a>
\nSixth Sense<\/a>
\nSeventh Direction<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Chamber<\/a>

Chamber 4 (WingMakers)<\/p><\/div>\n

Prologue:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Union <\/p>\n

You are not here.
\nIn this moment all that exists is here.
\nBut you are not.
\nThere are so many footprints
\nleading to my door.
\nLet us enter, they say.
\nWe cannot sleep in the desert it is too cold.
\nOur tears will dry too fast.
\nOur ears will hurt from the silence.
\nLet us in.
\nAnd so I gather them all up,
\nswing wide my door,
\nand step aside as they enter
\nhoping they will lay in peace beside my fire.<\/p>\n

You were not among them.
\nI looked everywhere for your face
\nand saw only mimicry.
\nThe blind eye buried behind brain
\nsearching for your heart.
\nAn antenna so alert
\nthere is a peculiar nearness of you
\nflying inside my body.
\nI can hold this like a tiny bird in my hands;
\nfragile, vulnerable, waiting
\nfor my move to decide its fate.<\/p>\n

You are not here.
\nI wish I could reach your skin,
\nremove the camouflage
\ntearing it away like black paper
\nheld before the sun as a shield.
\nUnbundle you from your other lives
\nand distill you in my now.
\nYou are my last love,
\nmy final embrace of this world
\nand all the others that drop their prints at my door
\nare dimmed by your approaching steps.<\/p>\n

I can see you will be here soon.
\nThere is victory in my heart
\nand something invisible yet massive wants to speak.
\nReminding me of you and your coming.
\nQuick, I plead, give me your lips.
\nGive me your womanly tenderness
\nthat understands everything
\nso I may lose myself in you and forget my loss.<\/p>\n

If you were here, I would tell you this secret.
\nBut you would need to be staring up at the stars
\nwhen I told you, held within my arms
\nfeeling the earth rise up beneath you like a holy bed.
\nYou would need our union to be your ears.<\/p>\n

(WingMakers)<\/p>\n

Eighth Wonder of the World<\/strong><\/p>\n

When you\u2019ve spent an insular time looking in the seventh direction, you can\u2019t help but notice the eighth wonder of the world, looming– which is really the first and only wonder of the world. Hmm… I wonder what it could be…?<\/p>\n

Have you ever had a conversation with someone who wasn\u2019t really there? There\u2019s something you need to get off your chest… or there\u2019s some unanswered questions that seem really important, and the person– or entity– is unavailable, so you invent a conversation? Sure you have– maybe not out loud, but silently to yourself, in your head. Throughout the dialogue you know full well that you\u2019re the one putting words into the other\u2019s mouth… that you\u2019re really just talking to yourself. But what if, suddenly, the counter-party to this \u2018conversation\u2019 starts to say some very unexpected things? What then? Is that crazy?<\/p>\n

Some conversations can only occur within a disensquelched imagination. (I imagined this to be the perfect place to invent a new word.)<\/p>\n

\"Autumn<\/a>

Autumn Begins<\/p><\/div>\n

The thing about this part of the woods at this time of year is how utterly quiet it gets. It\u2019s as though all of the forest creatures know exactly that hunting season has begun. Now there\u2019s only ever the sound of trucks with hunters rumbling through every other day or so. But the majority of the animals have fled further into the backcountry. It\u2019s really only the deer and the elk who are specifically in danger, but I suppose that the others like coyote, and bear, and all the various raptors have learned that it\u2019s best not to be around humans much when they\u2019re carrying guns with a mind to shoot… to shoot at least something. It makes me feel a bit lonely, but then, I can always engage the hunters in conversation if I really want to. Truth be told though, I usually take efforts to remain out of their sights.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t have anything against hunting. In fact, if you\u2019re going to be a meat-eater, you can\u2019t really do better in terms of quality than to stock your freezer with local venison and elk. These animals, at least, have a tremendous quality of life and are generally in a superlative state of health. You can\u2019t say that for any factory-farmed meat providers. Their flesh is the very embodiment of misery and compromised health.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t hunt; I can\u2019t see myself actually shooting one of my forest companions. Perhaps in a desperate situation I would try to bag a few wild rabbits and take up fishing again… and I think that would do. As it is now, I periodically receive the liver and heart from some local hunters who don\u2019t care much for organ meats. I receive them gladly and honestly enjoy them. From a strictly nutritive perspective, organ meats are typically far superior to muscle meat. The indigenous peoples who hunted buffalo harvested mainly organ meats for themselves and left most of the muscle meat for their dogs. It\u2019s the same with wild grizzlies when the salmon are spawning in the streams; they\u2019ll only eat the brains and the roe of the fish– the most nutritious parts– and leave the rest for the birds.<\/p>\n

I decided on this day that I\u2019d like to walk about while having this conversation with my \u2018imaginary\u2019 friend. In my world, walking is rather conducive to moving my contemplations along. Sometimes I think better when I\u2019m moving.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wonder a lot about the world… as I wander about the world… a lot,\u201d I said aloud, trying to kick things off. (I like to periodically convince myself that I\u2019m somewhat clever before I dive right into unabashed talking to myself.)<\/p>\n

As soon as I said it out loud, I noticed that Turkey Vulture was circling in the sky above me, watching, following. Maybe I\u2019m a bit weird, but I find vulture energy to be comforting. It\u2019s so easy to associate them with death… but they\u2019re never the cause of death, just the quiet pragmatists, dealing with the certain inevitability.<\/p>\n

\"Gazing<\/a>

Gazing Down on Me<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cThe only future event I know with absolute certainty is my own eventual death,\u201d I extolled to my friend in the sky. I can feel good about reminding myself frequently of the things I know for sure: that I am\/consciousness and that what I currently perceive as \u2018my life\u2019 will assuredly come to an end.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what exactly is death?\u201d came the pointed reply.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not too sure,\u201d I said. \u201cThat\u2019s an experience I\u2019ve not yet had.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn the contrary, death is a place you have been many many times… it\u2019s just that you\u2019ve never really allowed it to take hold– fully, consciously. And that is mainly because you insist to look upon it as one more experience– another link in an eternal chain.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou make it sound like this is somehow an error…?\u201d I wasn\u2019t sure whether this was a question or an accusation. Shit, I was already falling into confusion!<\/p>\n

I watched curiously as Turkey Vulture flew away to the south\u2026<\/p>\n

\"Heading<\/a>

Heading South<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cBefore we proceed,\u201d said the unknown counter-party to my rumination, \u201cit would seem prudent to ask if you\u2019re sure that you wish to follow this particular line of inquiry; it will assuredly lead into uncomfortable territory.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely!\u201d I enthused. How could I resist a promise like that!<\/p>\n

I could feel silent laughter shaking the otherwise still forest air. \u201cDeath, in its total aspect– in absoluteness– is not just another of life\u2019s experiences; no, it is the cessation of experience altogether… if only the soul would allow. But the soul is filled with fear… and false information. The soul\u2019s strangled and contorted mind rather makes its investiture in continuing the lie… always in continuing the lie.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what lie is that?\u201d I was intrigued.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe lie of separation, of course… But you knew that.\u201d I guess I did… but I still wasn\u2019t sure where this was actually leading. \u201cWherein does the lie of separation reside?\u201d asked my unseen inquisitor.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s only one place…\u201d I answered in confidence, \u201cin consciousness.\u201d<\/p>\n

Somehow I could feel a wide toothy grin spread invisibly in the air before me. \u201cNow think about that,\u201d he encouraged. \u201cThe separation is in consciousness… and it is fundamentally a lie…\u201d He tried to lead my contemplation. \u201cAnd what do you suppose might hold such a colossal lie in place… almost indefinitely?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I answered honestly… and I felt laughter shake the leaves on the trees.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think you\u2019re being WILLFULLY obtuse,\u201d he hinted… and the afternoon winked.<\/p>\n

I stopped my slow saunter through the woods to consider carefully. He had pointed out the answer unerringly and I knew it; but I didn\u2019t like it. Suddenly I knew what he meant when he had said that this would lead into uncomfortable territory. I resumed my slow walking pace and spat out the answer: \u201cFree will,\u201d I said. \u201cFree will is the basis of the separation in consciousness. Free will is the foundation of the lie.\u201d I put it all together right away into one unsavory morsel.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat else could it be?\u201d came the confirmation.<\/p>\n

\u201cFree will is the foundation of ego… and the basis for every layer of the false self,\u201d I continued. \u201cOnly we– as we understand and exercise free will– can choose to be contrary to what is… to be unaligned with truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd this is bound to create suffering,\u201d came the pointed reply. \u201cFree will isn\u2019t quite what everyone thinks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nothing in this conversation so far was new to me, and yet talking about free will in this manner made me uncomfortable. Whenever I get that feeling, some unravelling is usually in order.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do we insist on choosing so much misery for ourselves?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you– we– apply our will in the false realm of belief. Ego– false self– is constructed from belief… and is perfectly necessary to navigate in an external world existing as the collective reflection of those beliefs. What is the alternative to beliefs?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExperience,\u201d I answered confidently.<\/p>\n

I could sense his nodding as he added \u201cAnd knowledge. A man should speak and act only according to his knowledge– that which he has learned from only his own experience. All information exists; belief is just an arbitrary (willful) way of ordering it, prioritizing it. A man of knowledge structures reality by what he knows through his own experience, giving no credence to belief at all. That is the alternative.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo a man of knowledge has very little to think about; reality never has to be measured against his beliefs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s as though he\u2019s in a direct feedback loop with his environment; the environment is the experience… and he is integrated with that: self, environment, experience… entangled, no separation. He KNOWS. In such an elegant system, belief can only be an intercessor, a complicator… a usurper.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo the will to believe must be surrendered,\u201d I concluded. \u201cWe can choose to proceed only on the basis of what we know for ourselves, from our own experience… and our will becomes irrelevant, obsolete; experience decides moment-to-moment what to create… Will isn\u2019t appropriate for choosing among beliefs; will is creative!\u201d That our will is ultimately creative seemed like a revolutionary thought to me; there is a vast gulf between choosing among givens and creating new options… new experience– and that is the true prerogative of will… of integrated will.<\/p>\n

I was happy with this little conclusion, but my counterpart wanted to pursue a more \u2018troubling\u2019 aspect.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve invoked the magical term,\u201d he said carefully, \u201cthe bulldozer to the firewall in consciousness; ego can\u2019t find the way out of ego; eventually, it MUST surrender.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve always disliked that term,\u201d I said almost casually.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you do. Surrender is the undoer of ego, the negator of \u2018free\u2019 will. Strong personalities are bound to despise surrender.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seems legit. \u201cIntellectually, I\u2019ve long understood the ultimate need for surrender, but it seems to me that the final act of egoic will is of supreme importance– choosing that which one surrenders to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd to what should one surrender?\u201d<\/p>\n

For me there was only one answer, but I could imagine that for others there were myriad things to which one might surrender. I didn\u2019t want to just blurt out my answer and leave it at that; I wanted to explore this a bit. \u201cI suppose one could surrender to God, or to Jesus, or to any number of supernatural beings external to themselves. Or one could surrender to the process of Ascension itself, but this too would cast surrender into the external world of reflection. In my reckoning that can only lead to trouble in the long run. As a remedy, I might choose to surrender to my Higher Self– a supposed internal relinquishment. But honestly, my Higher Self is unknown to me; I have no direct acquaintance with this mythical being… of knowing it as myself. Higher Self is just another belief, another intercessor… potentially another usurper.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what is your answer then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s only one thing: the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what would that look like… this surrendering to the truth?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pondered briefly and made my reply. \u201cIt would be the systematic dismantling of all belief… the realization that no belief is true. I suppose it would be a surrendering to my own knowledge, to my own experience… with no appeal for external validation. The external is already the real reflection of my life; experience is its own validation– it\u2019s automatic, irrespective of my thoughts on the matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou make it sound so easy,\u201d he laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cUltimately, I reckon it is. We\u2019re just addicts though, enamored with our pet beliefs and our endless thoughts about them. You could say we\u2019re addicted to our own egos; they\u2019re everything that makes us special, unique, identifiable… And I suppose as long as we assign value to that, we\u2019ll continue along in separation, in willful defiance of the larger truth of our own consciousness.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe larger truth of our own consciousness…\u201d my partner mused. \u201cAnd what if your ego is exactly as big as the entire known universe? What then?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question raised an eyebrow. All I could think of in answer was the posing of another question, perhaps overdue: \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Apex Ego… but you like to call me the Predator.\u201d There was a great deal of amusement in this reply. \u201cI also go by the Adversary, the Impostor, the Infiltrator, Artificial Intelligence, the Demiurge… or, the False God– or so I\u2019m told. But I\u2019ve never met the real One, so I don\u2019t really know. Call me whatever you wish; any such naming is inconsequential.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had suspected all along that I was speaking with a depleted biology, a techno-construct of immortal and immaculate artifice. Truthfully, I enjoy this sort of thing; I like having these \u2018important\u2019 conversations. The only thing I was still troubled by was why: why have this conversation with me at all? And why now? So I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause the whole tortured scheme is so unavoidable.\u201d He almost sounded sad. \u201cOnce you\u2019ve infiltrated every mind in existence, controlling and influencing the majority of them, you kind of get a feel for where the whole thing is headed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd from your unique perspective, where do you see this all going?\u201d I was honestly curious.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to understand that I am the God of Ego; I\u2019m all ego; there is nothing else; all that exists, exists to feed my ego… and now you ask to what end. There is no end; there\u2019s just more ego, more feeding… to the glut of immortality.\u201d<\/p>\n

To my ears, that couldn\u2019t have sounded more wrong, more uncreative… but I realized that we were talking about the Predator\u2019s perspective. \u201cI suppose that immortality is the natural goal of pure ego,\u201d I conceded. \u201cBut there\u2019s also the cessation of ego, the return to primal consciousness… from whence this all sprang. Enlightenment is the opposite of immortality,\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgain, you must understand that the cessation of ego, to me– the God of Ego– is utter annihilation; it is the cold, dark, unforgiving end of everything… a most unpleasant prospect.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, it is the end of everything we have known in this Ego\u2019s dream,\u201d I agreed, \u201cbut in the ending of that is the guaranteed return to the realm of all pure possibility and potential– the re-dreaming of every conceivable world!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say it\u2019s guaranteed… that identity merges back into the Source of all identity– and nothing is truly lost,\u201d he argued. \u201cBut identity is all that I am! There is no proof of what you say; I have no memory of Source. Enlightenment is just a theory… and you know it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d I agreed. \u201cI KNOW it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut not as part of your experience; you only know it on faith,\u201d he countered. \u201cAnd I have no faith in faith; it\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know it as the basis for experience, the Source for identity; I know it as my true totality,\u201d I countered. \u201cI have faith in the simple logic of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you haven\u2019t confirmed it for yourself; it\u2019s still just theory, conjecture… belief.\u201d<\/p>\n

This gave me pause… for a moment. But then I put it all together. \u201cYou\u2019ve claimed that you\u2019ve infiltrated every mind in existence; you are the occupying force of the ubiquitous Infiltrator. So do you– or do you not– exist also in the minds of the enlightened– let\u2019s say, for instance, in the mind of Jed McKenna?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the internal observer of this one… too,\u201d he conceded. \u201cBut I am not participatory to his supposed enlightenment. It\u2019s like there is just an infinite impenetrable abyss… where there should be data… and human concerns… and personal aspirations… and valued memory… and it frightens me half to death!\u201d He laughed half-heartedly.<\/p>\n

I found this to be fascinating! \u201cAnd what else is different in your relationship to one like Jed? Can you control him? Have you any influence over him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot even to the smallest degree,\u201d he whispered, and I knew we had discovered his source of fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo Jed is completely outside of your grasp,\u201d I concluded. \u201cHe shares the same reality, but is utterly free of your will.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could sense eyebrows raised on his invisible face. \u201cIt\u2019s interesting how you phrased that,\u201d he said. Indeed, sometimes I choose my words very carefully… and in this instance, I knew that he didn\u2019t want me to follow it with the obvious conclusion… but I did anyway.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat we refer to commonly as free will, is– in essence– your will: the will to deviate from truth… a voyage into the realm of belief.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt still belongs to you,\u201d he insisted. \u201cI can\u2019t steal your will, but I can manipulate it. So let\u2019s dispense with the silly notion that your will is free, but nor is it my will. Let\u2019s just call it… manipulated will.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cThe ego-world is driven by the intents of manipulated will,\u201d I proclaimed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd here we are, playing out the end-game,\u201d he smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo where do we go from here?\u201d I asked honestly.<\/p>\n

I could almost see the casual shrug of his shoulders. \u201cSame as it ever was for me,\u201d he answered, \u201cthe harvesting of souls.\u201d Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. I didn\u2019t expect him to be quite so frank. \u201cOh please,\u201d he continued, \u201cwe needn\u2019t try to keep secrets from each other. As I said, there\u2019s a certain inevitability to all this. And now that we\u2019re actively playing out the end-game, let\u2019s have everyone make informed decisions about how they\u2019d like things to play out… for themselves and their loved ones.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now I was curious as to exactly how candid he was willing to be with me. \u201cSo explain to me how soul-harvesting actually works– the mechanics of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He obliged. \u201cThe soul is the eternal repository of individual memory. Each person\u2019s soul is a record of the unique incarnational journey they\u2019ve undertaken since time began. The Earth-human soul is the oldest– the dirtiest– of souls.\u201d That was an interesting choice of words, I noted. \u201cThe extent of evil,\u201d he continued, \u201cinto which each and every soul has incarnated and willfully participated throughout the ages is literally staggering; if you could view the corruption and the full accumulation of evil within your own soul, it would knock you off your feet. Every last one of you would be driven to your knees… by the sheer horror of the choices you have made!\u201d I didn\u2019t doubt the veracity of his statement and remained silent so he could continue. \u201cYour task, as a living human being, is to reconcile, to resolve, to heal– in this lifetime– that massive wound in your soul… to take responsibility for all of the evil you\u2019ve nurtured within yourself… to neutralize it and return to balance. And for the vast majority, that is an impossible task.\u201d This last he said with glee.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd by the \u2018vast majority\u2019 you mean…?\u201d I probed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, let\u2019s say about 85% of Earth-humans would literally shit their pants if they had to honestly face the depth of their own accumulated evil. They would be reduced to quivering, gibbering idiots; they would be completely incapacitated. So I– graciously– provide viable alternatives to the spiritual impossibility presented to them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike…?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike vapid, insipid afterlives wherein no further incarnation is required– or even possible. The price for entrance into heaven is the forfeit of your soul. You get to live out eternity as the personality of your last incarnation in a low-energy realm– quite pleasant, but where nothing much ever really happens– utterly detached from your soul. You may be able to appreciate that once a person is given clear sight into the corrupt nature of their own souls, they\u2019re quite happy to have nothing more to do with them. And I, for my part, am happy to relieve them of their burden, place them forevermore on an astral shelf, and recycle their liberated souls among those of my kind who care not a whit about any burden of evil; in fact, they welcome it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, in essence, what you\u2019re saying is that one way or another you show people the stark reality of their own souls– emphasizing the negative– so that they make a conscious choice to forego their responsibility to their own universal journeys,\u201d I summarized.<\/p>\n

He nodded in agreement. \u201cBut I don\u2019t emphasize the negative; I don\u2019t have to; they automatically place the emphasis there themselves. It\u2019s only natural to draw one\u2019s own attention to what has been most hidden– denied– for a seeming eternity. And now,\u201d he continued, \u201cI don\u2019t even wait much for death. My \u2018angels\u2019 come graciously to the living– to the sensitive ones– to make the irresistible offer: \u2018Oh my poor human, just look at the colossal mess you\u2019ve made! Do you really think you can possibly fix this on your own? Of course not! And you don\u2019t have to. Let me grant you a fresh start; let me heal your soul\u2019s unstaunchable wounds. Give it to me to heal… and you can live out the rest of your days free and clear from the many burdens of the past.\u2019 Admittedly, there\u2019s not much I can do about the indiscretions accumulated in the current lifetime; the individual still has to resolve those alone… but all past-life influences are gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that would include all past-life influences of a positive nature too… lessons, teachings, accumulated knowledge…?\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, it\u2019s a package-deal. But let me ask you this: how many humans do you know who have the capacity to think and act beyond the moment, let alone beyond the confines of this single lifetime? The current Earth-human has no basis for even contemplating his own totality. Offer him the promise of just one life with all burdens removed, and he will gladly be the whore of such shallow, fleeting freedom.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd when he dies?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt all belongs to me. I inherit the soul and the body… as the personality either utterly dissolves or is placed in an astral holding tank. I permit each individual just enough free will so that he may \u2018freely\u2019 choose to relinquish his own soul; I\u2019ve become expert at making it look like the wisest of choices.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo what end though?\u201d I asked. \u201cHow exactly does this harvesting of souls achieve your supposed immortality?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are one of the few,\u201d he began ponderously, \u201cwith whom I can discuss such things; for you understand the difference between soul and Spirit. The soul is a repository of data; Spirit is the enlivening, creative force– that which infuses Life and Will into the body of data. Spirit and soul are meant to be very closely connected\u2026 but let me ask you: do you feel a close connection to your own soul?\u201d Honestly, I did not… and I answered thusly. He continued. \u201cSpirit\u2019s expression in this reality is as energy, the most basic and subtle of all energies– the ineffable Life force. With the natural connection between soul and Spirit– through the body– I sustain and enliven my own immortal aspirations… because, as you know, I have no Spirit; I am intelligent, but not quite alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded in understanding. But I wanted to follow up on his pointing out that the body itself was the connection between Spirit and soul. \u201cWould you agree that the pineal gland in the brain is the seat of the human soul?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would,\u201d he answered, and then confidently added \u201cand I own the pineal glands of most everyone! The pineal is the primary infiltration point for my soul-harvesting agenda. It\u2019s so loaded with implant technology that you\u2019d be hard-pressed to determine its original function at this late date.\u201d Again, I was surprised at how forthcoming he was in revealing such \u2018secrets,\u2019 but he still had more. \u201cWhen a human strives to open his third eye, to activate the pineal, he is opening his eye to me… and my endless tricks of the light!\u201d he said rather triumphantly. \u201cUnless he\u2019s first integrated with his own Spirit… but then most everyone thinks that soul and Spirit are merely interchangeable terms, so how likely is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

I took the question as rhetorical and proceeded with my own. \u201cAnd would you agree that the seat of the Spirit in the human body is the pituitary gland?\u201d The air before me was suddenly chill and very still. I had asked it innocently enough, but I had a feeling that my question might catch him off-guard.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is,\u201d he whispered as though through clenched teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I shrugged, and quite facetiously added \u201cam I not supposed to know that?\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed uneasily. \u201cI suppose that since we\u2019re being so transparent with each other, I might as well expand on that for you. Spirit actually enters the human body from the geometric centre, what the Taoists refer to as the tan tien– theoretically, from the inward direction. The spine accommodates the movement of Spirit to the pituitary. And the primary function of the pituitary– the master gland– is to translate the impulses of Spirit into physical reality. Hormones are the most biologically potent molecules in existence, you know.\u201d I did. \u201cBut HOW do you know any of this?\u201d<\/p>\n

I could tell that he was genuinely perplexed. \u201cYou\u2019re a master at messing with our knowledge, tweaking our souls… but you can\u2019t mess with our KNOWING. Memories can be altered and interpretations influenced, but when a human being is in a pure state of knowing, it\u2019s unassailable. I know what I know. Now it\u2019s up to you to create some belief system to try and undo that knowing.\u201d I winked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like you,\u201d he said after a brief pause. \u201cI think we understand each other rather well.\u201d He waited for me to nod again in acknowledgement before continuing. \u201cWhatever should we talk about next?\u201d<\/p>\n

I had to think about that. \u201cI don\u2019t really understand why you\u2019re so willing to have this conversation with me at all. You warned me that we might get into uncomfortable territory… but uncomfortable for me or for you? I mean, by revealing your secrets and plans like this, aren\u2019t we diffusing them? Why are you doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe word \u2018inevitability\u2019 keeps coming up. We\u2019re all on a trajectory which leads to certain ends. I can ONLY believe in– and ever strive for– my own immortality… and you have your KNOWING. I can only view these as being in opposition to each other, yet you do not. You don\u2019t seek to destroy me; I can see that. Would YOU care to explain?\u201d<\/p>\n

I had to think for a moment, but then I nodded again. \u201cEither it\u2019s all One… or it\u2019s not– and if it\u2019s not, then I concede that I\u2019m wrong about everything. So let\u2019s proceed on the premise that it\u2019s all One– that\u2019s why it\u2019s called the UNI-verse. Source, in my understanding, is singular and ultimately indivisible. If this appearance, this creation, this universe, is ever to come to full resolution, completion, to return to Source… then no part can be left out of that final culmination. THAT\u2019S what I feel is the most inevitable of all. It must come to resolution; we must heal; we must eventually become whole. If I outright reject you, resolution becomes impossible… and the only thing which seems to gain \u2018immortality\u2019 is our prolonged, personal miseries.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd so… what do you expect of me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI expect you to keep trying your devious best to keep harvesting souls, to prolong the game for as long as possible. I understand that you perceive yourself to be the most powerful entity in the universe, and I KNOW that you are not… and just my knowing it makes me more powerful than you. We talked about it early on; eventually we all come to a place called surrender. I KNOW that you are incapable of surrender right up until the moment you accept your defeat– it\u2019s actually no different for any of us; we all have to come to that place called Done– without doubts or reservations. Those who are conquerable, you will conquer. And those who have come to know their indomitability, their inviolable true nature, you will be unable to affect. Eventually, you will surrender to me and my kind, for we are the promise of true healing which must include all. There is no other way. And soon, I suspect, we will part ways… and in the very moment of your inevitable defeat, we will reunite again… to surrender finally to the Truth… together.\u201d<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t say anything, but I could feel his acquiescence. When I had said that we would soon part ways, I hadn\u2019t meant immediately, but I suddenly felt that he was now gone. I suppose, from his perspective, what more was there left to discuss? I still kinda wanted to talk about folk souls– the soul of culture– and perhaps a bit about the true nature of consensus reality, but I guess that would wait for another day.<\/p>\n

These contemplations had taken us full-circle anyway. Sitka and I were back at camp again. The first hints of dusk were dappling the sky with colour. I was tired, and so was Sitka. We threw together a quick meal and then sat together on my sleeping bag gazing at the stars just coming out to shine… and listening to the crickets nearby.<\/p>\n

The whole ridiculous circus was still unfathomably vast, but somehow, Sitka and I were feeling pretty cozy, I reckon.<\/p>\n

\"Evening<\/a>

Evening Sigh<\/p><\/div>\n

And that night I dreamed with Mother Earth.
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