(September, 2005)

"...your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. He
believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent,
convergent and parallel times. This network of times which approached one
another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries,
embraces all possibilities of time. We do not exist in the majority of these
times; in some you exist, and not I; in others I, and not you; in others, both
of us. In the present one, which a favorable fate has granted me, you have
arrived at my house; in another, while crossing the garden, you found me
dead; in still another, I utter these same words, but I am a mistake, a ghost."

-Who are you?
-I am Nobody. Who are you?
-I am None, Nothing, Nowhere. There is no more. Youâve reached the bottom. Stay for a while.
-No, I donât want to.
-I am telling you, stay.
-I donât want to, I am scared.
-Donât be scared. After all, you have nowhere to go, no one is expecting you.
Whereas, I love you. I will give you all my silence and solitude. I am gonna make it yours.
-No, I am telling you, I am scared.
-And I am telling you, donât be scared. I am for you.
-Who are you?
-I am you.
-No, no way.
-Yes, still.
-That is, I look like you.
-You donât just look like me, we are the same.
-And so, who are you?
-I am Nobody.
-And then, where are we?
-We are in Nowhere. But donât be afraid. I am gonna hold your hand and little by little we will find the way.
-You think?
-I am certain

When the first is done travel southwest in search of the orange temple, where you will leave the second piece of your mortal representation. Be watchful for the presence of a sensual woman. This is how you will recognize the orange temple.

Seek out the yellow temple traveling Northwest. You will know it by the presence of winged creatures. Leave your third fragment and take to the road again.

In the North you will find the green temple. Here life finds a way around obstructions. Make your sacrifice and prepare your heart at the green temple.

Continue Northeast in search of the blue temple. There will be a stillness about the place coupled with unusual sounds. Leave the fifth offering of self in the music of the blue temple.

In the east you will discover the violet temple. The senses are heightened when you are in the proximity of the violet temple. In the stunning presence of the seemingly ordinary you must leave the sixth fragment.

Voyage to the center by traveling west unless there is a clear sign that the center is nearer than anticipated. The last temple is not easily identifiable. It must be recognized by itâs essence. Offering the final fragment of your image begins the initiation. Only an open and willing heart can carry essence without form. Only essence survives fragmentation. Only essence may voyage beyond this shard of a temple that offered itself up long ago.

A point mapping of luminous points of an object located in one region of space to points in another region of space, formed by refraction or reflection of light in a manner which causes light from each point of the object to converge to or diverge from a point somewhere else on the image.

You only have to allow beauty.
She's there waiting to be given some room to breath and unfold.

In some cases creation is a process of constricting and taming her,
the wild uncompromising force of Love.
But once she has been domesticated there is nothing left to do.
Nowhere to move.
Just a great sense of self satisfaction for having subdued that horrible chaotic force.

Unchecked domination.
A war on terror.
The end of Life. 

Then the servants of Love will take on the work of loosing her binds.
Creation becomes a process of artfully removing obstacles, of placing explosives so that the structure will collapse just so.
Creators are really demolitions experts.

Tear down the walls.
Walk on the grass.
Return to the seas of our origin.
The key is never to loose the contact.
There may come a day when having cut her free there is nothing left to do.
Then the hunt is on.

Catch her.
Tie her.
Silence her.

But a good collaborator will take care not to break her.
A co-creator will bind her just so, and will remain sensitive to her vulnerable situation.
Recognize that the master must be a servant.
And set her loose at the right moment to prolong the creative dance.
Satisfaction = Exploitation
Beauty gave me a poem, and I gave her a knife.

A crawling mass encases the most primordial treasure. The gauzy line dividing enthusiasm from violence is the difference between protecting and cannibalizing. We have nothing to protect, and it is so worthy of our service.

Take the dark road under the black and brilliant expanse. Keep an eye to the bright and burning jewels embedded in the blackness above.

As you travel this road you will have to loose mass. Shed your skin. Seek the water of life and bathe in it. Let the waters flow into your heart to sprout the wings which combine with your reptilian nature to birth a dragon. The way back into the world is down the same dark road.

As you travel it, take the expanse in with dragon eyes. Hold it loosely.

In the world, guard the treasure, but do not cling to it.. You are only holding it until death claims it again. If you were a servant of bad faith and devoured your keep, death will visit as devourer.

If you were pure of heart, the willing servant, death will be restorer.

AWAKE NOW.

To be awake is to be open, naked in a world swarming with Beings tucked away within heavy mechanized armor.
It will always be socially inappropriate to bare your Being in a society of Beings tucked within heavy mechanized armor.
You must tread against the tide.

BE HERE.

If you are not here, you are nowhere being carried on the tide.
It is our work to resist the force of entropy.
It is our work to defy nature.
It is our work to respond creatively.
You can only respond creatively if you are able to make a real choice.

You can only make a real choice if you are AWAKE NOW.

Not just reading and allowing your advanced mechanic data processor to apply this to its own mode of operations, or discard it due to its uselessness to that mode of operation.

IF YOU DO NOT EAT THE MACHINE, IT WILL EAT YOU.

Whoâs processing who?

I am not this, I am not that, I am the breath within the breath.
Lucidity within a dream sets the dreamer free.

Organic life is a long drawn out process of decay.
What can use decay?
One might think of the Gods as eaters of the dead. Cosmic and subtle mushrooms, they grow out of death, out of waste.
Organic life feeds immortal life.
An up beat and a down beat, an in breath and an out.
Objective life results from the marriage of these two.

Without mortality to eat through, no Gods, without the Gods the cycle ends, an exhale without an inhalation.
The result: stagnation.

Organic life that rejects the immortal is the equivalent of the Great Goddess aborting the new God growing in the womb, a universe gone cannibal.
Cooperation facilitates life.
Trust, the sacrifice of self, serves a mutual and conscious act of creation.

An awakened cosmology is composed entirely of willing servants whereas an endarkened cosmology is built of warring masters.
The universe is composed without as it is within.

Therefore you must choose to either become vulnerable or tyrannical, naked or dead, and your decision rules the fate of worlds within worlds.