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Mortal Recoil: Total Recall – The Life of Meaning in the Carnal Nation ~
If you are an immortal being living through a succession of mortal lifetimes, why can’t you remember your past? If we’re all in control of our own destinies, how and why have we decided to forget?
Where do you go when you’re asleep? How do you ‘go to sleep’? Are you the same person when you wake up? Can you remember who you were yesterday? How much of your own childhood do you remember? How much of last month – last year?
Have you ever experienced anything you wanted to forget? Have you ever wished you could start your life all over – with a blank slate?
If I want to remember my previous lives, I must explore memory itself to pass through the waters of forgetfulness and reach the dawn of illumination. I must expand and refine my recollections of this life, sorting truth from accretion and memory from fantasy. I must divine for truth as a dowser divines for hidden water or minerals.
I must learn how to tell truth from falsehood, illusion and self-delusion – and continually practice this art, by being my harshest critic and taskmaster and my most compassionate mentor and friend. I must develop a very sensitive bullshit detector and an expansive sense of empathy for the blind sleepwalkers all around me.
I can’t expect the world to make much impression on me if I’m living a half-waking dream all my life – if the reality revealed by my senses is always passing me by, drowned out by the incessant commentary always running through my mind. I have to be certain I’m awake to know I’m not dreaming a vivid fantasy.
I have to be here now if I want to actually experience my life. I have to be mindful of what’s really happening inside me and all around me. To do that, I have to stop my thoughts, or alternately separate my self from the eternal chatter of the surface veneer of my identity – the acculturated monkey mind and emotions that have grown with me since I was swimming in my mother’s womb.
I have to find a deeper wellspring within, beyond the unending entertainments that distract me from life itself. I have to silence the chatter or remove myself from its internal influence, by locating my self in the centre of the eternal cyclone of thought and emotion.
I have to know who it is who goes to sleep and wakes up every night and every day.
I have to know the true meaning of the word ‘meditation’, which has nothing whatever to do with thinking. I have to find out who it is that’s doing all the thinking – or being distracted by it!
I have to open my mind to all the things that the purblind natives of this dawning New Millennium deny and exclude from their blinkered tunneled visions – the realities filtered out by hidebound neo-feudal cultures that stubbornly refuse to observe anomalies, discrepancies and outright disproof of their common beliefs and quaint ‘scientific’ notions.
If I want to have a life I have to walk away from the screen when I finish reading this and explore reality – if my memory span extends that far!
If I am not the sum of my thoughts, beliefs, habits and culture, then what am I? What is within me that survives to carry on?
Am I a projection into this four dimensional TimeSpace, a partial expression of an expanded being, who simultaneously dwells throughout many other dimensions as well? Am I part of something and someone that dwells in all the hyperspaces and parallel continua that we know exist (in implicate, interconnected conjunction with the reality we can see, hear, feel, smell and taste with our terrestrial time-bound senses), from the observations of physics and the realities implicit in geometry? And from the subtle magic of synchronicity and coincidence…
When you realise your mind isn’t yours and your consciousness isn’t confined to the cave of your skull, it’s easy to see how an apparently finite, mortal, death-bound being could in fact be a virtual extension of something else entirely. You can access all these realms and dimensions by expanding y/our consciousness. And paradoxically, this is facilitated by concentrating on the smallest things – or nothing at all.
Staying alive and aware is a continual weaning process. Potty training only ends in infancy in primitive societies full of throwaway people with short lives and attention spans, whose purpose is simply to maintain a dreaming gene-pool. Gaining complete control of your breathing, digestive system, heartbeat, brain activity, fertility and all other physical parameters is well within the capabilities of most children. It’s the way out of the matrix.
Almost all those who could have taught us how to escape the prisons of our cultures by exploring our own nature were burned at the stake or stoned to death by our superstitious grandparents or forebears – but the techniques are implicit in the forms and functions of our bodies; a true seeker will always find a way, and will be helped along by the indivisible invisible hands of those who’ve preceded you, if your mind and heart are in the right place. In a universe where memory is truly ineradicable, lost techniques and memories can be recovered and resurrected.
In our primitive superstition-ridden cultures of the early New Millennium – in which people are automatically taught to be suspicious and afraid of their own bodies and sexuality – most humans don’t even know where their physical organs are located after a decade of ‘education’. How can we expect to have any idea of what we are when we’re encouraged not to look at (or touch) our selves or each other? How can we find our true nature (or even nature itself) if we allow ourselves to be continually distracted by bullshit and melodrama? Will we find ourselves in a sitcom or ‘reality’ show? Do clothes make the woman? How’s the attention span going?
If you want to be cleansed of unpleasant memories or the pitiful painful results of an unexamined life and self-destructive lifestyle, an easy way is to cut off all your sensory inputs. You can do this by staying in a sensory deprivation chamber, by taking opiates, by going to sleep or by dying. If you remain in a sensory deprivation chamber for a couple of weeks your mind will be washed clean – unless you’re particularly adept at meditation – and a womb makes an excellent sensory deprivation chamber, washing you in the warm waters of forgetfulness for months.
Some philosophers suggest that if people knew they were immortal, we’d all automatically be aware of the laws of karma and dharma and practice the Golden Rule. But immortality is no impediment to free will. We all have many of the same motivations to be creative, honourable and compassionate or cruel, uncaring and destructive, whether we have a small single life or a big multiplex one. Regardless of whether you’re immortal or not, the same ethical questions apply; and either way, you can’t leave yourself behind and wherever you go, there you are, for as long as you are you. It’s an excellent motivation for changing the things in yourself you aren’t comfortable with – and a terrible lesson for would-be suicides.
In the folklore of forgetfulness, the amnesiac is compelled to relive aspects of the events they have forgotten; he who forgets the lessons of his story is condemned to repeat them. Until full waking memory relinks the past with the future, the amnesiac is trapped in a cycle of repetition – and hell is often defined as repetition.
Yet immortality provides a wider and deeper perspective into the connectedness of all things and beings, and this does make a fundamental difference to our beliefs, motives and actions. In the absolute centre of the cyclone, I am you, and we are Divine.
Who are you again? Are you distracted yet? What’s that over there?
Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to and cheated by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?
Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! Find like-minded friends and work with them to free the world and free our Mind…
@ hermetic.blog.com/2008/03/4/ by R. Ayana
The photographers are trying to cut a slice in space and time, then preserve it in a two-dimensional surface. We sometimes call it the decisive moment that can be turned into a moment of eternity.
If you are shooting a scene with action or event, we understand the meaning of decision moment.
What about still life? How do we know it is the right time to click the shutter for a still life?
I know I am asking a crazy question. However I can assure you that you are not insane when you give me an answer to this. :o)
This is still life taken at Chinese bunker house at Britannia Shipyard. We have Doors Open event last weekend and many Richmond heritage sites are open to visits.
Happy Monday and great week ahead!
"Reason and imagination come together through metaphors." - Roland Barthes
Seaward Tower, a residential apartment block in Gosport adjacent to the Millennium Timespace (Foreground)
Long exposures are always my favorite as those magic moments are oftentimes not visible by simply looking at the scenes. Additionally a journey at dawn/dusk is like a walk in forest... I don't know what I'll bump into, but the scent and sound in the woods are wonderful enough by themselves! And of course, I may end up with great photos if I'm lucky enough that day... :-)
Of all the time I've been waiting for the blue hour to come or reading timer to close the shutter, I notice little things — things that certainly aren't grand vistas nor colorful scenes... I now would like to point my camera to those adorable moments which may be lost in time if I let them pass!
View On White for better details...
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- blended with two manual exposures
- ISO 100, F25, 40&70 sec, 150mm (w/ Schneider ND8 coated)
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 70-200mm f/4.0 L lens
- Sunset @4.28pm / Shot @ 4.43pm
- High Tide 4.2m @1.59pm
- Water Level 3.8m @4.00pm/3.3m @5.00pm
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
This is a collection of images, infographics, visualization, maps... reached on Internet. Here the list of link for each visualization:
Emotional Cartography by Christian Nold
Hurricane tracker by Stamen
Cabspotting by Stamen
Is that enough?
(expressions of) everyday life
Random expressions of everyday people on differenet timespaces of work, pleasure, relaxation and intensity.
The synergy between art and science.
Abstract art used as a vehicle for timespace observations, including particle collider experimants conducted by CERN.
Maximum use of of creative processing on this image.
Sunrise and purple sky at The Millennium Timespace Sundial, Gosport, Hampshire UK
The Seaward Tower apartment block is on the right of the picture
To Infinity and Beyond: This Is the Afterlife ~
Turning inside out, the young shaman falls though a long swirling tunnel formed of his inverted self, his unbodied mouth and eyes agape in a primal rush toward extinction.
He accelerates t
hrough a tightly wound vortex that shifts and bends to accommodate his course, always centred in the swirling tube which never touches his falling, disembodied perspective. The tunnel is made of light, and of his own bloodstream, and of all the memories and unremembered details of materiality and personality that made up his life – yet not merely ‘his’ life.
Every human, fish, bird, animal, insect, cell and blood corpuscle that has ever lived is there with him, all at once – the dying shaman can feel their bright fear and ecstasy pouring through him as they all rush toward an unseen destination around the curving, translucent bends of the primal vortex. Even though every being dies alone – no matter if a multitude of witnesses is present – the moment of death itself is one great screaming orgasm experienced simultaneously by every one, every single thing that has ever lived – all our eyes and mouths and ganglia agape at the same simultaneous culmination of our material existence.
The tunnel is an eternally vivid living record of past events and future dreams, all memories and visions embroidered into the seamless fabric of its swirl – and Ram’yana’s private past and the panoply of his personal memories are displayed most prominently to him, brightly livid episodes which emerge from the tubular walls as he passes. His strongest experiences – the most impressive ones, that imprinted themselves most brightly into the palimpsest of his being – leap out at him in high relief as he turns and twists and falls and flies, a singular eye of consciousness accelerating toward the endless end of the convoluted time tunnel that’s leading him home.
As the world we experience slips past us at the periphery of our sensoria, an ongoing tunnel vision moves with us at the extremity of our perceptions, whether dying, dead or alive. Journeying out of the physical plane, outside the material matrix of the world, Ram’yana is beyond time and the ken of time-bound beings; as he leaves four dimensional Timespace and approaches the speed of light everything twists into a tunnel which lengthens fore and aft.
He sees his grandfather and grandmother, Mickey Mouse and Pluto, all the dogs and cats and mice and goldfish that shared his boyhood years, the smells of his houses and the flavours of his lovers. He hears the laughter of his kindergarten friends, their bright faces visible all around him singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, while pretty little Abigail jumps over a spinning rope twirled by Gina and Hannah, her long blonde pink-ribboned pigtails rotating around the sides of her head.
He holds his mother’s huge hand, grasping her finger through the wooden bars of his bassinet while she sings to him in the sultry evening air. He witnesses the expression of semi-resigned shock on his father’s face during the Cuban missile crisis and again when Kennedy was shot, sees the squashed remains of mosquitoes on the wall above his crib, watches the strange lights moving in the sky while all the neighbours point and speculate, sinks again with a collapsing sandbank on Bondi Beach, swept away with hundreds of panicking faces being pulled out to the deep sea along with him, while hundreds of man-eating sharks are driven off by the beating, splashing oars of desperate lifesavers.
He sees his mother’s eyes for the first time all over again and screams at the hard slap on his bottom as he hangs before Doctor Traub’s thick-lensed glasses in the bright, antiseptic birth theatre. His paternal grandmother smiles at him as she leans over and obscures his view of the magnificent giant yellow flowers of the magnolia tree while she wheels him in his pram; he can still smell the cloying fragrance of the flowers. His mother’s mother screams as he holds a dingo puppy up for her inspection and she tumbles over backward in her bedroom, breaking her hip while his eight year old eyes wash the scene away with tears that burn through the illusory years.
The Cat in the Hat and the Mighty Thor; the smell and Hungarian accent of alcoholic Uncle Tony, putting him off beer for years with his first taste of bitter ale at the age of six, and the bright laughing face of his babysitter Wendy by the blazing wood fire; the spray of blood when he cut his wrist falling onto a broken bottle at the age of three and the dizzying view from the emergency surgeon’s high private balcony; the first time he kissed a girl and the first time he dreamed of kissing a girl, all bound up together; flying through the sky in a propeller-driven passenger plane, watching circular rainbows following him in the clouds below.
White sulphur-crested cockatoos and sparrows circle his yard while kookaburras laugh in the gum trees; the first terrifying time his father holds him up high in the air to place him in the fork of a tree; his first night after he ran away from home, reclining on a beanbag in a Kings Cross commune reading Philip Jose Farmer’s pertinent To Your Scattered Bodies Go – everything is there, each scene and sensation embedded within and revealing a multitude of others. Everything. His dying mind seeks out everything he’s ever experienced, seeking a way back into the womb of living as he falls through something else entirely, riding a rollercoaster beyond the imagination of the most topologically tormented tycoon.
As Ram’yana falls he flashes before the eyes of his whole life – as others fall with him, many others, all others, sharing the time tunnel with his self-judging awareness. In the eternity of the Fall everything hidden or repressed is exposed in the Divine Light of clear sight and each being is their own Judge, emerging from the blindfold of their material existence to weigh their own soul on the ineradicable scales of justice and mercy. Conscience is the soul and the soul is immortally, inescapably honest with itself when released from the fetters of self-deceit and delusion.
Beyond time, at the singular moment of the great primal rush that is the birth and death canal leading from one world to the next, everyone experiences the same thingat the same time. We all come and go together in a mind-blowing orgasm; dreaming or screaming, laughing or crying, all emotion quails and pales before the rush of unstoppable motion that dwarfs any and every trivial concern.
No thought of gods or devils, life or death in the primal scream toward the Light at the end of the tunnel – the only thing that matters is holding onto your headless hat and the wordless regrets felt toward all the people, animals and conscious entities you ever knew deeply, or ever loved – and still love, deeply, tenderly, with a perspective of forgiveness, understanding and compassion never vouchsafed to your flesh-bound, in-coiled, emotion-embroiled mortal personality.
Ram is every human who ever lived and died, every fish ever caught in a current to swirl down into lightless depths beyond its control, every bird caught in a whirlwind that flings it to flinders, every animal diving for cover into cloaking vegetation from an inescapable predator, every individual blood corpuscle flinging itself on the way to the crushing pressure at the heart of its warm, pulsating cosmos. As he pours through the end of the world the tunnel twists and whirls, always hiding the point of it all, the point of no return, the heart of the matter, the source of every thing and being – and his mind expands to simultaneously see his spiraling course as a single thread in a vast interwoven image.
The tunnel is one thread among myriad drab and colourful strands in a great uncharitable tapestry, an inextricable part of its intricate pattern. The dying shaman follows the course of his life along its undulating strand and sees that his thread rises and falls above and beneath uncountable other interlocking threads, a spectrum of hues and textures in the enormously unfathomable tapestry. As his thread rises above another he is ‘conscious’, while the thread it occludes is ‘dreaming’; where his strand is covered by another thread, his mortal body sleeps and dreams while the other strand lives their waking life. Everyone and everything is there, all at once, simultaneously, lain out and displayed before him with no need for the flow of time to elucidate the infinite multiplicity of being.
Turn the tapestry around. The thought comes unbidden and the cloth reverses itself around him in a loopy topological twist; the implicately shared complementary nature of consciousness becomes apparent to his blown mind as he sees himself dreaming the lives of others, and others dreaming through his waking eyes and flesh. The intermingling pathways wind around the curving delineaments of their divine co-creation, which turns into itself like a Moebius strip until the beginning of one thread seamlessly winds into the end of another. The falcon is the hunter is the arrow is the feather is the truth. All is alive and whole; nothing is partial or frayed.
The tapestry is vast, but he’s able to follow his individuated thread through the colourful patterns and sees that the enormous conglomeration of dreams and lives is incomplete – not completed by the path of the single thread that is his experience of existence, rising from the tapestry to enter him as him. At the same timeless moment, Ram’yana approaches the plexus of light that is the destiny of all nations, women and men – the future and past of all that are born to fall along with him, minds blown in the blinding light of the immortal portal.
An immaculate blazing white-hot sun glows at the end of the tunnel. He can see it ever more clearly through the transparing walls of the vortex, thinning and fading in the face of the overwhelmingly brilliant source and core of existence. Ram sees the arcs of a trans-finite net spreading outward from the source, sees an infinitude of other vortices approaching its plexus from more angles than he can wrap his bodiless head around. They pass through each other in ways that defy and tease his mortal three-dimensionally entrained mind – but the arrangement makes subtle sense to a higher form of his being, trembling on the edge of an unchartable metamorphosis into something so much greater as to be intrinsically unimaginable. Simultaneously, on another level, the individual personality of the shaman approaches its ultimate rebirth and transformation in his flight toward the blinding light of the central sun.
The source of all is the hot, bright core and central axis of the centreless multiverse, the eternal end of every tunnel; the maw of a transdimensional creature about to swallow him up, the Infinite Light of God and his own silent heart gently glowing in timeless repose. He flies around a final bend in the dissolving tunnel, surging toward the arcane net that veils the core – which flares into him as the tunnel widens, opening into the final straight.
Ram’yana flashes toward the weave that’s flung to the ends of the cosmos, spreading himself to embrace the Light – and as he reaches it, he encounters the safety net. A web-like sieve is strung across the open maw of All, and as Ram’yana passes though it a great, resounding BOUMMB fills the boundless universe – the sound of one heartbeat, as loud as the boom that eternally creates the unborn, ever-living universe; the sound of Shiva’s eye opening and of one hand clapping.
Before your time, he hears and feels, not ready, not yet – unfinished – and he feels himself shrinking toward an infinitesimally small spot in the multitude of multiverses – back into the weave, where plan net X marks the spot where all things meet in his current-bound primate life.
Boumb… Boom…. Boom!
That’s why I’m here, writing this to you ‘now’ – the same ‘now’ that you are reading it in, really. I and eye remember it all vividly, not as something to slowly forget or avoid in the unfocused mind’s eye, but as an ongoing experience that is with me now, always, dynamically imprinted. It is with me as it is with you, when you close your eyes and open your memory to see truly through the waters of forgetfulness, to the infinite waters of eternal life.
Life and death, sensory wakefulness and supersensory dreaming are the same thing, appearing as the warp and weft of the reversible tapestry of existence. And everyone, each of us, is the whole tapestry, inextricably interwoven – everyone is everyone, and that’s about as close as this constraining corsetry of early third millennium Inglesh needs to get at this point in infinite time – xcept, perhaps, for the most important thing of all -
Every one you truly touch and are touched by, in every way, leaves the deepest and most prominent engravings in your heart, mind and soul. What we do unto others is what we do to ourselves – and other living beings are more than mere memory mirrors or handy usable tools. That’s what draws us back for more, and more again – the need to do better by our selves – over and over, until we do it right. Then we get another choice – or another chance to ride the carousel Wheel of Fortune again, if we so choose.
The multiple layers of ascendant consciousness are a self-filtering system of co-evolution – a system of slowly developing focus and perspective that leads our awareness to other dimensions, already inextricably interwoven with the relatively ‘familiar’ bounds of our largely unknown but ever-present reality. There’s no dim-witted hierarchy of order-givers or sword-wielding guardians barring the doors of higher perception – the gateway to Heaven on Earth. There’s just you – and me, and all of us, together. We all have our time to shine, and that time is always now.
Yet Death is not Dying. In the Bardo spaces between thy flowering carnations of existence, all the bright religious hopes and turgid superstitious terrors await the untrained monkey mind in its ongoing fall toward dissolution or reintegration. The Bardo Realms are entire worlds or pocket universes as apparently solid as the full-blown reality ye imagine around thee, right where thou art sitting, right now. How do ye know thou art alive, not dreaming this experience, right here and now? Do ye think that’s air you’re breathing?
A true story
By Ram Ayana @ hermetic.blog.com/2012/03/13/to-infinity-and-beyond-this-...
Mortal Recoil: Total Recall – The Life of Meaning in the Carnal Nation ~
If you are an immortal being living through a succession of mortal lifetimes, why can’t you remember your past? If we’re all in control of our own destinies, how and why have we decided to forget?
Where do you go when you’re asleep? How do you ‘go to sleep’? Are you the same person when you wake up? Can you remember who you were yesterday? How much of your own childhood do you remember? How much of last month – last year?
Have you ever experienced anything you wanted to forget? Have you ever wished you could start your life all over – with a blank slate?
If I want to remember my previous lives, I must explore memory itself to pass through the waters of forgetfulness and reach the dawn of illumination. I must expand and refine my recollections of this life, sorting truth from accretion and memory from fantasy. I must divine for truth as a dowser divines for hidden water or minerals.
I must learn how to tell truth from falsehood, illusion and self-delusion – and continually practice this art, by being my harshest critic and taskmaster and my most compassionate mentor and friend. I must develop a very sensitive bullshit detector and an expansive sense of empathy for the blind sleepwalkers all around me.
I can’t expect the world to make much impression on me if I’m living a half-waking dream all my life – if the reality revealed by my senses is always passing me by, drowned out by the incessant commentary always running through my mind. I have to be certain I’m awake to know I’m not dreaming a vivid fantasy.
I have to be here now if I want to actually experience my life. I have to be mindful of what’s really happening inside me and all around me. To do that, I have to stop my thoughts, or alternately separate my self from the eternal chatter of the surface veneer of my identity – the acculturated monkey mind and emotions that have grown with me since I was swimming in my mother’s womb.
I have to find a deeper wellspring within, beyond the unending entertainments that distract me from life itself. I have to silence the chatter or remove myself from its internal influence, by locating my self in the centre of the eternal cyclone of thought and emotion.
I have to know who it is who goes to sleep and wakes up every night and every day.
I have to know the true meaning of the word ‘meditation’, which has nothing whatever to do with thinking. I have to find out who it is that’s doing all the thinking – or being distracted by it!
I have to open my mind to all the things that the purblind natives of this dawning New Millennium deny and exclude from their blinkered tunneled visions – the realities filtered out by hidebound neo-feudal cultures that stubbornly refuse to observe anomalies, discrepancies and outright disproof of their common beliefs and quaint ‘scientific’ notions.
If I want to have a life I have to walk away from the screen when I finish reading this and explore reality – if my memory span extends that far!
If I am not the sum of my thoughts, beliefs, habits and culture, then what am I? What is within me that survives to carry on?
Am I a projection into this four dimensional TimeSpace, a partial expression of an expanded being, who simultaneously dwells throughout many other dimensions as well? Am I part of something and someone that dwells in all the hyperspaces and parallel continua that we know exist (in implicate, interconnected conjunction with the reality we can see, hear, feel, smell and taste with our terrestrial time-bound senses), from the observations of physics and the realities implicit in geometry? And from the subtle magic of synchronicity and coincidence…
When you realise your mind isn’t yours and your consciousness isn’t confined to the cave of your skull, it’s easy to see how an apparently finite, mortal, death-bound being could in fact be a virtual extension of something else entirely. You can access all these realms and dimensions by expanding y/our consciousness. And paradoxically, this is facilitated by concentrating on the smallest things – or nothing at all.
Staying alive and aware is a continual weaning process. Potty training only ends in infancy in primitive societies full of throwaway people with short lives and attention spans, whose purpose is simply to maintain a dreaming gene-pool. Gaining complete control of your breathing, digestive system, heartbeat, brain activity, fertility and all other physical parameters is well within the capabilities of most children. It’s the way out of the matrix.
Almost all those who could have taught us how to escape the prisons of our cultures by exploring our own nature were burned at the stake or stoned to death by our superstitious grandparents or forebears – but the techniques are implicit in the forms and functions of our bodies; a true seeker will always find a way, and will be helped along by the indivisible invisible hands of those who’ve preceded you, if your mind and heart are in the right place. In a universe where memory is truly ineradicable, lost techniques and memories can be recovered and resurrected.
In our primitive superstition-ridden cultures of the early New Millennium – in which people are automatically taught to be suspicious and afraid of their own bodies and sexuality – most humans don’t even know where their physical organs are located after a decade of ‘education’. How can we expect to have any idea of what we are when we’re encouraged not to look at (or touch) our selves or each other? How can we find our true nature (or even nature itself) if we allow ourselves to be continually distracted by bullshit and melodrama? Will we find ourselves in a sitcom or ‘reality’ show? Do clothes make the woman? How’s the attention span going?
If you want to be cleansed of unpleasant memories or the pitiful painful results of an unexamined life and self-destructive lifestyle, an easy way is to cut off all your sensory inputs. You can do this by staying in a sensory deprivation chamber, by taking opiates, by going to sleep or by dying. If you remain in a sensory deprivation chamber for a couple of weeks your mind will be washed clean – unless you’re particularly adept at meditation – and a womb makes an excellent sensory deprivation chamber, washing you in the warm waters of forgetfulness for months.
Some philosophers suggest that if people knew they were immortal, we’d all automatically be aware of the laws of karma and dharma and practice the Golden Rule. But immortality is no impediment to free will. We all have many of the same motivations to be creative, honourable and compassionate or cruel, uncaring and destructive, whether we have a small single life or a big multiplex one. Regardless of whether you’re immortal or not, the same ethical questions apply; and either way, you can’t leave yourself behind and wherever you go, there you are, for as long as you are you. It’s an excellent motivation for changing the things in yourself you aren’t comfortable with – and a terrible lesson for would-be suicides.
In the folklore of forgetfulness, the amnesiac is compelled to relive aspects of the events they have forgotten; he who forgets the lessons of his story is condemned to repeat them. Until full waking memory relinks the past with the future, the amnesiac is trapped in a cycle of repetition – and hell is often defined as repetition.
Yet immortality provides a wider and deeper perspective into the connectedness of all things and beings, and this does make a fundamental difference to our beliefs, motives and actions. In the absolute centre of the cyclone, I am you, and we are Divine.
Who are you again? Are you distracted yet? What’s that over there?
Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to and cheated by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?
Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! Find like-minded friends and work with them to free the world and free our Mind…
@ hermetic.blog.com/2008/03/4/ by R. Ayana
To Infinity and Beyond: This Is the Afterlife ~
Turning inside out, the young shaman falls though a long swirling tunnel formed of his inverted self, his unbodied mouth and eyes agape in a primal rush toward extinction.
He accelerates t
hrough a tightly wound vortex that shifts and bends to accommodate his course, always centred in the swirling tube which never touches his falling, disembodied perspective. The tunnel is made of light, and of his own bloodstream, and of all the memories and unremembered details of materiality and personality that made up his life – yet not merely ‘his’ life.
Every human, fish, bird, animal, insect, cell and blood corpuscle that has ever lived is there with him, all at once – the dying shaman can feel their bright fear and ecstasy pouring through him as they all rush toward an unseen destination around the curving, translucent bends of the primal vortex. Even though every being dies alone – no matter if a multitude of witnesses is present – the moment of death itself is one great screaming orgasm experienced simultaneously by every one, every single thing that has ever lived – all our eyes and mouths and ganglia agape at the same simultaneous culmination of our material existence.
The tunnel is an eternally vivid living record of past events and future dreams, all memories and visions embroidered into the seamless fabric of its swirl – and Ram’yana’s private past and the panoply of his personal memories are displayed most prominently to him, brightly livid episodes which emerge from the tubular walls as he passes. His strongest experiences – the most impressive ones, that imprinted themselves most brightly into the palimpsest of his being – leap out at him in high relief as he turns and twists and falls and flies, a singular eye of consciousness accelerating toward the endless end of the convoluted time tunnel that’s leading him home.
As the world we experience slips past us at the periphery of our sensoria, an ongoing tunnel vision moves with us at the extremity of our perceptions, whether dying, dead or alive. Journeying out of the physical plane, outside the material matrix of the world, Ram’yana is beyond time and the ken of time-bound beings; as he leaves four dimensional Timespace and approaches the speed of light everything twists into a tunnel which lengthens fore and aft.
He sees his grandfather and grandmother, Mickey Mouse and Pluto, all the dogs and cats and mice and goldfish that shared his boyhood years, the smells of his houses and the flavours of his lovers. He hears the laughter of his kindergarten friends, their bright faces visible all around him singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, while pretty little Abigail jumps over a spinning rope twirled by Gina and Hannah, her long blonde pink-ribboned pigtails rotating around the sides of her head.
He holds his mother’s huge hand, grasping her finger through the wooden bars of his bassinet while she sings to him in the sultry evening air. He witnesses the expression of semi-resigned shock on his father’s face during the Cuban missile crisis and again when Kennedy was shot, sees the squashed remains of mosquitoes on the wall above his crib, watches the strange lights moving in the sky while all the neighbours point and speculate, sinks again with a collapsing sandbank on Bondi Beach, swept away with hundreds of panicking faces being pulled out to the deep sea along with him, while hundreds of man-eating sharks are driven off by the beating, splashing oars of desperate lifesavers.
He sees his mother’s eyes for the first time all over again and screams at the hard slap on his bottom as he hangs before Doctor Traub’s thick-lensed glasses in the bright, antiseptic birth theatre. His paternal grandmother smiles at him as she leans over and obscures his view of the magnificent giant yellow flowers of the magnolia tree while she wheels him in his pram; he can still smell the cloying fragrance of the flowers. His mother’s mother screams as he holds a dingo puppy up for her inspection and she tumbles over backward in her bedroom, breaking her hip while his eight year old eyes wash the scene away with tears that burn through the illusory years.
The Cat in the Hat and the Mighty Thor; the smell and Hungarian accent of alcoholic Uncle Tony, putting him off beer for years with his first taste of bitter ale at the age of six, and the bright laughing face of his babysitter Wendy by the blazing wood fire; the spray of blood when he cut his wrist falling onto a broken bottle at the age of three and the dizzying view from the emergency surgeon’s high private balcony; the first time he kissed a girl and the first time he dreamed of kissing a girl, all bound up together; flying through the sky in a propeller-driven passenger plane, watching circular rainbows following him in the clouds below.
White sulphur-crested cockatoos and sparrows circle his yard while kookaburras laugh in the gum trees; the first terrifying time his father holds him up high in the air to place him in the fork of a tree; his first night after he ran away from home, reclining on a beanbag in a Kings Cross commune reading Philip Jose Farmer’s pertinent To Your Scattered Bodies Go – everything is there, each scene and sensation embedded within and revealing a multitude of others. Everything. His dying mind seeks out everything he’s ever experienced, seeking a way back into the womb of living as he falls through something else entirely, riding a rollercoaster beyond the imagination of the most topologically tormented tycoon.
As Ram’yana falls he flashes before the eyes of his whole life – as others fall with him, many others, all others, sharing the time tunnel with his self-judging awareness. In the eternity of the Fall everything hidden or repressed is exposed in the Divine Light of clear sight and each being is their own Judge, emerging from the blindfold of their material existence to weigh their own soul on the ineradicable scales of justice and mercy. Conscience is the soul and the soul is immortally, inescapably honest with itself when released from the fetters of self-deceit and delusion.
Beyond time, at the singular moment of the great primal rush that is the birth and death canal leading from one world to the next, everyone experiences the same thingat the same time. We all come and go together in a mind-blowing orgasm; dreaming or screaming, laughing or crying, all emotion quails and pales before the rush of unstoppable motion that dwarfs any and every trivial concern.
No thought of gods or devils, life or death in the primal scream toward the Light at the end of the tunnel – the only thing that matters is holding onto your headless hat and the wordless regrets felt toward all the people, animals and conscious entities you ever knew deeply, or ever loved – and still love, deeply, tenderly, with a perspective of forgiveness, understanding and compassion never vouchsafed to your flesh-bound, in-coiled, emotion-embroiled mortal personality.
Ram is every human who ever lived and died, every fish ever caught in a current to swirl down into lightless depths beyond its control, every bird caught in a whirlwind that flings it to flinders, every animal diving for cover into cloaking vegetation from an inescapable predator, every individual blood corpuscle flinging itself on the way to the crushing pressure at the heart of its warm, pulsating cosmos. As he pours through the end of the world the tunnel twists and whirls, always hiding the point of it all, the point of no return, the heart of the matter, the source of every thing and being – and his mind expands to simultaneously see his spiraling course as a single thread in a vast interwoven image.
The tunnel is one thread among myriad drab and colourful strands in a great uncharitable tapestry, an inextricable part of its intricate pattern. The dying shaman follows the course of his life along its undulating strand and sees that his thread rises and falls above and beneath uncountable other interlocking threads, a spectrum of hues and textures in the enormously unfathomable tapestry. As his thread rises above another he is ‘conscious’, while the thread it occludes is ‘dreaming’; where his strand is covered by another thread, his mortal body sleeps and dreams while the other strand lives their waking life. Everyone and everything is there, all at once, simultaneously, lain out and displayed before him with no need for the flow of time to elucidate the infinite multiplicity of being.
Turn the tapestry around. The thought comes unbidden and the cloth reverses itself around him in a loopy topological twist; the implicately shared complementary nature of consciousness becomes apparent to his blown mind as he sees himself dreaming the lives of others, and others dreaming through his waking eyes and flesh. The intermingling pathways wind around the curving delineaments of their divine co-creation, which turns into itself like a Moebius strip until the beginning of one thread seamlessly winds into the end of another. The falcon is the hunter is the arrow is the feather is the truth. All is alive and whole; nothing is partial or frayed.
The tapestry is vast, but he’s able to follow his individuated thread through the colourful patterns and sees that the enormous conglomeration of dreams and lives is incomplete – not completed by the path of the single thread that is his experience of existence, rising from the tapestry to enter him as him. At the same timeless moment, Ram’yana approaches the plexus of light that is the destiny of all nations, women and men – the future and past of all that are born to fall along with him, minds blown in the blinding light of the immortal portal.
An immaculate blazing white-hot sun glows at the end of the tunnel. He can see it ever more clearly through the transparing walls of the vortex, thinning and fading in the face of the overwhelmingly brilliant source and core of existence. Ram sees the arcs of a trans-finite net spreading outward from the source, sees an infinitude of other vortices approaching its plexus from more angles than he can wrap his bodiless head around. They pass through each other in ways that defy and tease his mortal three-dimensionally entrained mind – but the arrangement makes subtle sense to a higher form of his being, trembling on the edge of an unchartable metamorphosis into something so much greater as to be intrinsically unimaginable. Simultaneously, on another level, the individual personality of the shaman approaches its ultimate rebirth and transformation in his flight toward the blinding light of the central sun.
The source of all is the hot, bright core and central axis of the centreless multiverse, the eternal end of every tunnel; the maw of a transdimensional creature about to swallow him up, the Infinite Light of God and his own silent heart gently glowing in timeless repose. He flies around a final bend in the dissolving tunnel, surging toward the arcane net that veils the core – which flares into him as the tunnel widens, opening into the final straight.
Ram’yana flashes toward the weave that’s flung to the ends of the cosmos, spreading himself to embrace the Light – and as he reaches it, he encounters the safety net. A web-like sieve is strung across the open maw of All, and as Ram’yana passes though it a great, resounding BOUMMB fills the boundless universe – the sound of one heartbeat, as loud as the boom that eternally creates the unborn, ever-living universe; the sound of Shiva’s eye opening and of one hand clapping.
Before your time, he hears and feels, not ready, not yet – unfinished – and he feels himself shrinking toward an infinitesimally small spot in the multitude of multiverses – back into the weave, where plan net X marks the spot where all things meet in his current-bound primate life.
Boumb… Boom…. Boom!
That’s why I’m here, writing this to you ‘now’ – the same ‘now’ that you are reading it in, really. I and eye remember it all vividly, not as something to slowly forget or avoid in the unfocused mind’s eye, but as an ongoing experience that is with me now, always, dynamically imprinted. It is with me as it is with you, when you close your eyes and open your memory to see truly through the waters of forgetfulness, to the infinite waters of eternal life.
Life and death, sensory wakefulness and supersensory dreaming are the same thing, appearing as the warp and weft of the reversible tapestry of existence. And everyone, each of us, is the whole tapestry, inextricably interwoven – everyone is everyone, and that’s about as close as this constraining corsetry of early third millennium Inglesh needs to get at this point in infinite time – xcept, perhaps, for the most important thing of all -
Every one you truly touch and are touched by, in every way, leaves the deepest and most prominent engravings in your heart, mind and soul. What we do unto others is what we do to ourselves – and other living beings are more than mere memory mirrors or handy usable tools. That’s what draws us back for more, and more again – the need to do better by our selves – over and over, until we do it right. Then we get another choice – or another chance to ride the carousel Wheel of Fortune again, if we so choose.
The multiple layers of ascendant consciousness are a self-filtering system of co-evolution – a system of slowly developing focus and perspective that leads our awareness to other dimensions, already inextricably interwoven with the relatively ‘familiar’ bounds of our largely unknown but ever-present reality. There’s no dim-witted hierarchy of order-givers or sword-wielding guardians barring the doors of higher perception – the gateway to Heaven on Earth. There’s just you – and me, and all of us, together. We all have our time to shine, and that time is always now.
Yet Death is not Dying. In the Bardo spaces between thy flowering carnations of existence, all the bright religious hopes and turgid superstitious terrors await the untrained monkey mind in its ongoing fall toward dissolution or reintegration. The Bardo Realms are entire worlds or pocket universes as apparently solid as the full-blown reality ye imagine around thee, right where thou art sitting, right now. How do ye know thou art alive, not dreaming this experience, right here and now? Do ye think that’s air you’re breathing?
A true story
By Ram Ayana @ hermetic.blog.com/2012/03/13/to-infinity-and-beyond-this-...
“It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire >/i> (2000)
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
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Cosmic Collages> INFINITY and BEYOND: HYPERSPACE in your life ~
To know what time is we must consider a few simple concepts;There are an infinite number of dots in a line.There is an infinity of lines in any plane,and an infinite number of planes in any solid.Similarly, there are an infinite number of 3-spaces within the 'fourth' dimension - an infinite number of alternative universes in the multiverse.
All you need to prove this is geometry, not quantum mechanics.'Space' in our universe (timestream) is filled with vibrations emerging from and disappearing into the quantum field - an infinite sea - at all points in 3-dimensional space. Where these waves rotate to intersect on three axes, matter exists...
Infinite Sea
Time is a fourth dimension extruding from the infinite quantum sea into our 3-space. It is a stream flowing eternally into each material (or energic) body and particle in our universe, at right angles from all possible directions to each centre of 'gravity'.In nature there is no such thing as an ideal two dimensional plane. In nature, all planes have a finite but definite extension into the 3rd dimension. Likewise, in nature all three-dimensional solids have a finite but definite extrusion into higher dimensions. Only a small portion of the dimension of Time (Einstein's time dimension) actually intersects and interacts with 3-space; time is asymmetrical in this portion of TimeSpace, flowing in only one (apparent) direction - toward the apparent future. Yet in Feinmann diagrams (for instance) there is no reason for time to flow one direction.Simultaneously, our 3-space is a cross-section of the 'next' dimension – and, in fact, of all 'higher' dimensions.
Any ‘fourth’ or higher order dimension MUST by definition interact with 3-space at ALL points in our universe - as, geometrically, this 3-space is a cross section of a higher-order space or spaces. Which so-called ‘forces’ most obviously impinge upon all 3-space in our experience? At least two easily recognisable effects impinge upon all points in our universe, and each intrusion has a finite (1-way) aspect to it – these effects are time and gravity. Time flows in one direction - onward (the future is outward in every direction, while a timestream pours into each body at its periphery).Gravity also acts in one direction - inward from the extremities of all bodies toward the centre. Time and gravity are both manifest effects of higher dimensional intrusions into 3-space.
Time as we experience it in 3-space is only an aspect of Time on its 'own plane'. In the dimension of Time there are many time-arrows, not one. In 'hyperspace', there are an infinitude.One property of Time's intrusion into 3-space is the spiralling of all material forms; the action of this 4-space can be apprehended at every point in 3-space, from each body's core to its extremities. Our universe is constructed of spiralling vortices.
A 'Timestream' flows inward to the Earth at right angles from every vector in the heavens; the signature of 4th dimensional intrusion. Time extrudes into 3-space at a higher pressure where matter has a higher density. Time pressure also therefore attenuates outward from each material (or energy) body. An effect of this intrusion is experienced as gravity. Another effect is the spherical form of 3D bodies in timespace and their linkage via the forms of most cohesion and internal symmetry - Platonic solids and higher frequency dome structures.
A timestream also flows into every 3D body, construct or consciousness. It flows in one direction because the Time dimension intrudes upon this portion of our 3-space vortex asymmetrically; the spin directions in both halves of a vortex rotate in mutual opposition.The dimension of Time is inextricably linked with potential; the potential unfolding of waveforms that make up 3-space is infinite at the 'quantum' level - the infinite sea - the fifth dimension. In short, there ARE LITERALLY an infinite number of three-dimensional universes in hyperspace (the quantum field, the zero-point foam).
Our awareness of the third dimension implies that our consciousness is interinked at another 'higher' (non-local) dimension - which is not the asymmetrical dimension of time as we generally experience it. Also - the universe is hologramic in nature and structure.As above, so below…
by R. Ayana
From The New Illuminati - nexusilluminati.blogspot.com/2011/01/infinity-and-beyond-... where ther's plenty more - see links at the bottom of the post
Image - Dreaming Reality - author's
Music: Timespace - from debut album Dreams available on all major streaming services
Video: Moon footage filmed by inspiredan (Dan C) using an astro camera and Sky-Watcher telescope
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Harbour Tower, a residential apartment block in Gosport adjacent to the Millennium Timespace (foreground)
It's this beautiful jetty that drew my attention, but it's the crossover colours portraying day and night made me stay to enjoy the twilight hours here...
Better when View On Black...
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- ISO 200, F8, 481 sec, 18mm
- Canon 5D Mark II with EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L lens
- Sunset @4.25pm / Shot @ 5.17pm
- High Tide 4.2m @5.07pm
- Water Level 4.2m @5.00pm/4.1m @6.00pm
This is not a window. This is a moment of my life. A moment plucked from time, considered at leisure, and reproduced here in flickr. Make of it what you will, but for me it is a graphic reminder of that moment. What sort of moment was it? What was I trying to do?
My purpose was to to find a template to help me organise the unfinished thoughts raised by my retirement project. I want to sift and sort my collection of fragments. I feel the need to go beyond the play of light on surfaces and find a deeper current of meaning.
My action in taking the picture was both purposeful and speculative. I had a grid in mind and I knew I could find one in this window. I took not one but many shots in the hope of capturing something suited to my purpose. The shot reproduced above offers possibilities. This is not a window, it is a matrix, ten sections wide by six sections high. The organisational part of my mind sees it as a device big enough to accommodate up to sixty unfinished lines of enquiry.
This is not an window. This is a framework for future thought.
John Berger in his essay "Understanding a Photograph" (1968) describes photography as "the process of rendering observation self conscious" and observes that at its simplest the message a photographer embeds in a photograph is: "I have decided that seeing this is worth recording."
Berger goes on to say:
"A photograph, whilst recording what has been seen, always and by its nature refers to what is not seen. It isolates, preserves and presents a moment taken from a continuum . . .
The only decision [a still photographer] can make is as regards to the moment he chooses to isolate. Yet this apparent limitation gives the photograph its unique power. What is shown invokes what is not shown . . .
Every photograph is in fact a means of testing, confirming and constructing a total view of reality."
(The full essay can be found here.)
Another view
Now that my organisational purpose is established I can look afresh at my photograph. It shows the window of a local pub and reveals something that I had not fully appreciated in the moment of capture. In the panes of the window I see facets that don't quite add up. Two pictures are fighting to emerge, one is a fractured interior landscape, mixed into this are reflections of the external landscape. Perhaps this is a metaphor for the state of play of my project - a mixture of partial insights and imperfect mirrors.
What is shown invokes what is not shown
- I can see my life history in this picture.
- I can see the world in this window.
In my mind I can imagine the whole wide world in this window, but, at this moment (as I write, a moment not of photography but of writing), my imagination is drawn to the interior landscape of the pub and to my own interior landscape.
I like pubs. Pubs are places where a man can let his thoughts settle. Pubs are places where raw ideas and fledgling concepts can be tested and developed in conversation. I like conversations. Good conversations bring together a wealth of experience, intimate knowledge, diverse opinions and surprising memories. Out of this partial and imperfect mix conversations can begin to make sense of this fractious world of ours.
To Infinity and Beyond: This Is the Afterlife ~
Turning inside out, the young shaman falls though a long swirling tunnel formed of his inverted self, his unbodied mouth and eyes agape in a primal rush toward extinction.
He accelerates t
hrough a tightly wound vortex that shifts and bends to accommodate his course, always centred in the swirling tube which never touches his falling, disembodied perspective. The tunnel is made of light, and of his own bloodstream, and of all the memories and unremembered details of materiality and personality that made up his life – yet not merely ‘his’ life.
Every human, fish, bird, animal, insect, cell and blood corpuscle that has ever lived is there with him, all at once – the dying shaman can feel their bright fear and ecstasy pouring through him as they all rush toward an unseen destination around the curving, translucent bends of the primal vortex. Even though every being dies alone – no matter if a multitude of witnesses is present – the moment of death itself is one great screaming orgasm experienced simultaneously by every one, every single thing that has ever lived – all our eyes and mouths and ganglia agape at the same simultaneous culmination of our material existence.
The tunnel is an eternally vivid living record of past events and future dreams, all memories and visions embroidered into the seamless fabric of its swirl – and Ram’yana’s private past and the panoply of his personal memories are displayed most prominently to him, brightly livid episodes which emerge from the tubular walls as he passes. His strongest experiences – the most impressive ones, that imprinted themselves most brightly into the palimpsest of his being – leap out at him in high relief as he turns and twists and falls and flies, a singular eye of consciousness accelerating toward the endless end of the convoluted time tunnel that’s leading him home.
As the world we experience slips past us at the periphery of our sensoria, an ongoing tunnel vision moves with us at the extremity of our perceptions, whether dying, dead or alive. Journeying out of the physical plane, outside the material matrix of the world, Ram’yana is beyond time and the ken of time-bound beings; as he leaves four dimensional Timespace and approaches the speed of light everything twists into a tunnel which lengthens fore and aft.
He sees his grandfather and grandmother, Mickey Mouse and Pluto, all the dogs and cats and mice and goldfish that shared his boyhood years, the smells of his houses and the flavours of his lovers. He hears the laughter of his kindergarten friends, their bright faces visible all around him singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, while pretty little Abigail jumps over a spinning rope twirled by Gina and Hannah, her long blonde pink-ribboned pigtails rotating around the sides of her head.
He holds his mother’s huge hand, grasping her finger through the wooden bars of his bassinet while she sings to him in the sultry evening air. He witnesses the expression of semi-resigned shock on his father’s face during the Cuban missile crisis and again when Kennedy was shot, sees the squashed remains of mosquitoes on the wall above his crib, watches the strange lights moving in the sky while all the neighbours point and speculate, sinks again with a collapsing sandbank on Bondi Beach, swept away with hundreds of panicking faces being pulled out to the deep sea along with him, while hundreds of man-eating sharks are driven off by the beating, splashing oars of desperate lifesavers.
He sees his mother’s eyes for the first time all over again and screams at the hard slap on his bottom as he hangs before Doctor Traub’s thick-lensed glasses in the bright, antiseptic birth theatre. His paternal grandmother smiles at him as she leans over and obscures his view of the magnificent giant yellow flowers of the magnolia tree while she wheels him in his pram; he can still smell the cloying fragrance of the flowers. His mother’s mother screams as he holds a dingo puppy up for her inspection and she tumbles over backward in her bedroom, breaking her hip while his eight year old eyes wash the scene away with tears that burn through the illusory years.
The Cat in the Hat and the Mighty Thor; the smell and Hungarian accent of alcoholic Uncle Tony, putting him off beer for years with his first taste of bitter ale at the age of six, and the bright laughing face of his babysitter Wendy by the blazing wood fire; the spray of blood when he cut his wrist falling onto a broken bottle at the age of three and the dizzying view from the emergency surgeon’s high private balcony; the first time he kissed a girl and the first time he dreamed of kissing a girl, all bound up together; flying through the sky in a propeller-driven passenger plane, watching circular rainbows following him in the clouds below.
White sulphur-crested cockatoos and sparrows circle his yard while kookaburras laugh in the gum trees; the first terrifying time his father holds him up high in the air to place him in the fork of a tree; his first night after he ran away from home, reclining on a beanbag in a Kings Cross commune reading Philip Jose Farmer’s pertinent To Your Scattered Bodies Go – everything is there, each scene and sensation embedded within and revealing a multitude of others. Everything. His dying mind seeks out everything he’s ever experienced, seeking a way back into the womb of living as he falls through something else entirely, riding a rollercoaster beyond the imagination of the most topologically tormented tycoon.
As Ram’yana falls he flashes before the eyes of his whole life – as others fall with him, many others, all others, sharing the time tunnel with his self-judging awareness. In the eternity of the Fall everything hidden or repressed is exposed in the Divine Light of clear sight and each being is their own Judge, emerging from the blindfold of their material existence to weigh their own soul on the ineradicable scales of justice and mercy. Conscience is the soul and the soul is immortally, inescapably honest with itself when released from the fetters of self-deceit and delusion.
Beyond time, at the singular moment of the great primal rush that is the birth and death canal leading from one world to the next, everyone experiences the same thingat the same time. We all come and go together in a mind-blowing orgasm; dreaming or screaming, laughing or crying, all emotion quails and pales before the rush of unstoppable motion that dwarfs any and every trivial concern.
No thought of gods or devils, life or death in the primal scream toward the Light at the end of the tunnel – the only thing that matters is holding onto your headless hat and the wordless regrets felt toward all the people, animals and conscious entities you ever knew deeply, or ever loved – and still love, deeply, tenderly, with a perspective of forgiveness, understanding and compassion never vouchsafed to your flesh-bound, in-coiled, emotion-embroiled mortal personality.
Ram is every human who ever lived and died, every fish ever caught in a current to swirl down into lightless depths beyond its control, every bird caught in a whirlwind that flings it to flinders, every animal diving for cover into cloaking vegetation from an inescapable predator, every individual blood corpuscle flinging itself on the way to the crushing pressure at the heart of its warm, pulsating cosmos. As he pours through the end of the world the tunnel twists and whirls, always hiding the point of it all, the point of no return, the heart of the matter, the source of every thing and being – and his mind expands to simultaneously see his spiraling course as a single thread in a vast interwoven image.
The tunnel is one thread among myriad drab and colourful strands in a great uncharitable tapestry, an inextricable part of its intricate pattern. The dying shaman follows the course of his life along its undulating strand and sees that his thread rises and falls above and beneath uncountable other interlocking threads, a spectrum of hues and textures in the enormously unfathomable tapestry. As his thread rises above another he is ‘conscious’, while the thread it occludes is ‘dreaming’; where his strand is covered by another thread, his mortal body sleeps and dreams while the other strand lives their waking life. Everyone and everything is there, all at once, simultaneously, lain out and displayed before him with no need for the flow of time to elucidate the infinite multiplicity of being.
Turn the tapestry around. The thought comes unbidden and the cloth reverses itself around him in a loopy topological twist; the implicately shared complementary nature of consciousness becomes apparent to his blown mind as he sees himself dreaming the lives of others, and others dreaming through his waking eyes and flesh. The intermingling pathways wind around the curving delineaments of their divine co-creation, which turns into itself like a Moebius strip until the beginning of one thread seamlessly winds into the end of another. The falcon is the hunter is the arrow is the feather is the truth. All is alive and whole; nothing is partial or frayed.
The tapestry is vast, but he’s able to follow his individuated thread through the colourful patterns and sees that the enormous conglomeration of dreams and lives is incomplete – not completed by the path of the single thread that is his experience of existence, rising from the tapestry to enter him as him. At the same timeless moment, Ram’yana approaches the plexus of light that is the destiny of all nations, women and men – the future and past of all that are born to fall along with him, minds blown in the blinding light of the immortal portal.
An immaculate blazing white-hot sun glows at the end of the tunnel. He can see it ever more clearly through the transparing walls of the vortex, thinning and fading in the face of the overwhelmingly brilliant source and core of existence. Ram sees the arcs of a trans-finite net spreading outward from the source, sees an infinitude of other vortices approaching its plexus from more angles than he can wrap his bodiless head around. They pass through each other in ways that defy and tease his mortal three-dimensionally entrained mind – but the arrangement makes subtle sense to a higher form of his being, trembling on the edge of an unchartable metamorphosis into something so much greater as to be intrinsically unimaginable. Simultaneously, on another level, the individual personality of the shaman approaches its ultimate rebirth and transformation in his flight toward the blinding light of the central sun.
The source of all is the hot, bright core and central axis of the centreless multiverse, the eternal end of every tunnel; the maw of a transdimensional creature about to swallow him up, the Infinite Light of God and his own silent heart gently glowing in timeless repose. He flies around a final bend in the dissolving tunnel, surging toward the arcane net that veils the core – which flares into him as the tunnel widens, opening into the final straight.
Ram’yana flashes toward the weave that’s flung to the ends of the cosmos, spreading himself to embrace the Light – and as he reaches it, he encounters the safety net. A web-like sieve is strung across the open maw of All, and as Ram’yana passes though it a great, resounding BOUMMB fills the boundless universe – the sound of one heartbeat, as loud as the boom that eternally creates the unborn, ever-living universe; the sound of Shiva’s eye opening and of one hand clapping.
Before your time, he hears and feels, not ready, not yet – unfinished – and he feels himself shrinking toward an infinitesimally small spot in the multitude of multiverses – back into the weave, where plan net X marks the spot where all things meet in his current-bound primate life.
Boumb… Boom…. Boom!
That’s why I’m here, writing this to you ‘now’ – the same ‘now’ that you are reading it in, really. I and eye remember it all vividly, not as something to slowly forget or avoid in the unfocused mind’s eye, but as an ongoing experience that is with me now, always, dynamically imprinted. It is with me as it is with you, when you close your eyes and open your memory to see truly through the waters of forgetfulness, to the infinite waters of eternal life.
Life and death, sensory wakefulness and supersensory dreaming are the same thing, appearing as the warp and weft of the reversible tapestry of existence. And everyone, each of us, is the whole tapestry, inextricably interwoven – everyone is everyone, and that’s about as close as this constraining corsetry of early third millennium Inglesh needs to get at this point in infinite time – xcept, perhaps, for the most important thing of all -
Every one you truly touch and are touched by, in every way, leaves the deepest and most prominent engravings in your heart, mind and soul. What we do unto others is what we do to ourselves – and other living beings are more than mere memory mirrors or handy usable tools. That’s what draws us back for more, and more again – the need to do better by our selves – over and over, until we do it right. Then we get another choice – or another chance to ride the carousel Wheel of Fortune again, if we so choose.
The multiple layers of ascendant consciousness are a self-filtering system of co-evolution – a system of slowly developing focus and perspective that leads our awareness to other dimensions, already inextricably interwoven with the relatively ‘familiar’ bounds of our largely unknown but ever-present reality. There’s no dim-witted hierarchy of order-givers or sword-wielding guardians barring the doors of higher perception – the gateway to Heaven on Earth. There’s just you – and me, and all of us, together. We all have our time to shine, and that time is always now.
Yet Death is not Dying. In the Bardo spaces between thy flowering carnations of existence, all the bright religious hopes and turgid superstitious terrors await the untrained monkey mind in its ongoing fall toward dissolution or reintegration. The Bardo Realms are entire worlds or pocket universes as apparently solid as the full-blown reality ye imagine around thee, right where thou art sitting, right now. How do ye know thou art alive, not dreaming this experience, right here and now? Do ye think that’s air you’re breathing?
A true story
By Ram Ayana @ hermetic.blog.com/2012/03/13/to-infinity-and-beyond-this-...
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
Continues @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/infinite-cosmos-o...
by R. Ayana
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
To Infinity and Beyond: This Is the Afterlife ~
Turning inside out, the young shaman falls though a long swirling tunnel formed of his inverted self, his unbodied mouth and eyes agape in a primal rush toward extinction.
He accelerates t
hrough a tightly wound vortex that shifts and bends to accommodate his course, always centred in the swirling tube which never touches his falling, disembodied perspective. The tunnel is made of light, and of his own bloodstream, and of all the memories and unremembered details of materiality and personality that made up his life – yet not merely ‘his’ life.
Every human, fish, bird, animal, insect, cell and blood corpuscle that has ever lived is there with him, all at once – the dying shaman can feel their bright fear and ecstasy pouring through him as they all rush toward an unseen destination around the curving, translucent bends of the primal vortex. Even though every being dies alone – no matter if a multitude of witnesses is present – the moment of death itself is one great screaming orgasm experienced simultaneously by every one, every single thing that has ever lived – all our eyes and mouths and ganglia agape at the same simultaneous culmination of our material existence.
The tunnel is an eternally vivid living record of past events and future dreams, all memories and visions embroidered into the seamless fabric of its swirl – and Ram’yana’s private past and the panoply of his personal memories are displayed most prominently to him, brightly livid episodes which emerge from the tubular walls as he passes. His strongest experiences – the most impressive ones, that imprinted themselves most brightly into the palimpsest of his being – leap out at him in high relief as he turns and twists and falls and flies, a singular eye of consciousness accelerating toward the endless end of the convoluted time tunnel that’s leading him home.
As the world we experience slips past us at the periphery of our sensoria, an ongoing tunnel vision moves with us at the extremity of our perceptions, whether dying, dead or alive. Journeying out of the physical plane, outside the material matrix of the world, Ram’yana is beyond time and the ken of time-bound beings; as he leaves four dimensional Timespace and approaches the speed of light everything twists into a tunnel which lengthens fore and aft.
He sees his grandfather and grandmother, Mickey Mouse and Pluto, all the dogs and cats and mice and goldfish that shared his boyhood years, the smells of his houses and the flavours of his lovers. He hears the laughter of his kindergarten friends, their bright faces visible all around him singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’, while pretty little Abigail jumps over a spinning rope twirled by Gina and Hannah, her long blonde pink-ribboned pigtails rotating around the sides of her head.
He holds his mother’s huge hand, grasping her finger through the wooden bars of his bassinet while she sings to him in the sultry evening air. He witnesses the expression of semi-resigned shock on his father’s face during the Cuban missile crisis and again when Kennedy was shot, sees the squashed remains of mosquitoes on the wall above his crib, watches the strange lights moving in the sky while all the neighbours point and speculate, sinks again with a collapsing sandbank on Bondi Beach, swept away with hundreds of panicking faces being pulled out to the deep sea along with him, while hundreds of man-eating sharks are driven off by the beating, splashing oars of desperate lifesavers.
He sees his mother’s eyes for the first time all over again and screams at the hard slap on his bottom as he hangs before Doctor Traub’s thick-lensed glasses in the bright, antiseptic birth theatre. His paternal grandmother smiles at him as she leans over and obscures his view of the magnificent giant yellow flowers of the magnolia tree while she wheels him in his pram; he can still smell the cloying fragrance of the flowers. His mother’s mother screams as he holds a dingo puppy up for her inspection and she tumbles over backward in her bedroom, breaking her hip while his eight year old eyes wash the scene away with tears that burn through the illusory years.
The Cat in the Hat and the Mighty Thor; the smell and Hungarian accent of alcoholic Uncle Tony, putting him off beer for years with his first taste of bitter ale at the age of six, and the bright laughing face of his babysitter Wendy by the blazing wood fire; the spray of blood when he cut his wrist falling onto a broken bottle at the age of three and the dizzying view from the emergency surgeon’s high private balcony; the first time he kissed a girl and the first time he dreamed of kissing a girl, all bound up together; flying through the sky in a propeller-driven passenger plane, watching circular rainbows following him in the clouds below.
White sulphur-crested cockatoos and sparrows circle his yard while kookaburras laugh in the gum trees; the first terrifying time his father holds him up high in the air to place him in the fork of a tree; his first night after he ran away from home, reclining on a beanbag in a Kings Cross commune reading Philip Jose Farmer’s pertinent To Your Scattered Bodies Go – everything is there, each scene and sensation embedded within and revealing a multitude of others. Everything. His dying mind seeks out everything he’s ever experienced, seeking a way back into the womb of living as he falls through something else entirely, riding a rollercoaster beyond the imagination of the most topologically tormented tycoon.
As Ram’yana falls he flashes before the eyes of his whole life – as others fall with him, many others, all others, sharing the time tunnel with his self-judging awareness. In the eternity of the Fall everything hidden or repressed is exposed in the Divine Light of clear sight and each being is their own Judge, emerging from the blindfold of their material existence to weigh their own soul on the ineradicable scales of justice and mercy. Conscience is the soul and the soul is immortally, inescapably honest with itself when released from the fetters of self-deceit and delusion.
Beyond time, at the singular moment of the great primal rush that is the birth and death canal leading from one world to the next, everyone experiences the same thingat the same time. We all come and go together in a mind-blowing orgasm; dreaming or screaming, laughing or crying, all emotion quails and pales before the rush of unstoppable motion that dwarfs any and every trivial concern.
No thought of gods or devils, life or death in the primal scream toward the Light at the end of the tunnel – the only thing that matters is holding onto your headless hat and the wordless regrets felt toward all the people, animals and conscious entities you ever knew deeply, or ever loved – and still love, deeply, tenderly, with a perspective of forgiveness, understanding and compassion never vouchsafed to your flesh-bound, in-coiled, emotion-embroiled mortal personality.
Ram is every human who ever lived and died, every fish ever caught in a current to swirl down into lightless depths beyond its control, every bird caught in a whirlwind that flings it to flinders, every animal diving for cover into cloaking vegetation from an inescapable predator, every individual blood corpuscle flinging itself on the way to the crushing pressure at the heart of its warm, pulsating cosmos. As he pours through the end of the world the tunnel twists and whirls, always hiding the point of it all, the point of no return, the heart of the matter, the source of every thing and being – and his mind expands to simultaneously see his spiraling course as a single thread in a vast interwoven image.
The tunnel is one thread among myriad drab and colourful strands in a great uncharitable tapestry, an inextricable part of its intricate pattern. The dying shaman follows the course of his life along its undulating strand and sees that his thread rises and falls above and beneath uncountable other interlocking threads, a spectrum of hues and textures in the enormously unfathomable tapestry. As his thread rises above another he is ‘conscious’, while the thread it occludes is ‘dreaming’; where his strand is covered by another thread, his mortal body sleeps and dreams while the other strand lives their waking life. Everyone and everything is there, all at once, simultaneously, lain out and displayed before him with no need for the flow of time to elucidate the infinite multiplicity of being.
Turn the tapestry around. The thought comes unbidden and the cloth reverses itself around him in a loopy topological twist; the implicately shared complementary nature of consciousness becomes apparent to his blown mind as he sees himself dreaming the lives of others, and others dreaming through his waking eyes and flesh. The intermingling pathways wind around the curving delineaments of their divine co-creation, which turns into itself like a Moebius strip until the beginning of one thread seamlessly winds into the end of another. The falcon is the hunter is the arrow is the feather is the truth. All is alive and whole; nothing is partial or frayed.
The tapestry is vast, but he’s able to follow his individuated thread through the colourful patterns and sees that the enormous conglomeration of dreams and lives is incomplete – not completed by the path of the single thread that is his experience of existence, rising from the tapestry to enter him as him. At the same timeless moment, Ram’yana approaches the plexus of light that is the destiny of all nations, women and men – the future and past of all that are born to fall along with him, minds blown in the blinding light of the immortal portal.
An immaculate blazing white-hot sun glows at the end of the tunnel. He can see it ever more clearly through the transparing walls of the vortex, thinning and fading in the face of the overwhelmingly brilliant source and core of existence. Ram sees the arcs of a trans-finite net spreading outward from the source, sees an infinitude of other vortices approaching its plexus from more angles than he can wrap his bodiless head around. They pass through each other in ways that defy and tease his mortal three-dimensionally entrained mind – but the arrangement makes subtle sense to a higher form of his being, trembling on the edge of an unchartable metamorphosis into something so much greater as to be intrinsically unimaginable. Simultaneously, on another level, the individual personality of the shaman approaches its ultimate rebirth and transformation in his flight toward the blinding light of the central sun.
The source of all is the hot, bright core and central axis of the centreless multiverse, the eternal end of every tunnel; the maw of a transdimensional creature about to swallow him up, the Infinite Light of God and his own silent heart gently glowing in timeless repose. He flies around a final bend in the dissolving tunnel, surging toward the arcane net that veils the core – which flares into him as the tunnel widens, opening into the final straight.
Ram’yana flashes toward the weave that’s flung to the ends of the cosmos, spreading himself to embrace the Light – and as he reaches it, he encounters the safety net. A web-like sieve is strung across the open maw of All, and as Ram’yana passes though it a great, resounding BOUMMB fills the boundless universe – the sound of one heartbeat, as loud as the boom that eternally creates the unborn, ever-living universe; the sound of Shiva’s eye opening and of one hand clapping.
Before your time, he hears and feels, not ready, not yet – unfinished – and he feels himself shrinking toward an infinitesimally small spot in the multitude of multiverses – back into the weave, where plan net X marks the spot where all things meet in his current-bound primate life.
Boumb… Boom…. Boom!
That’s why I’m here, writing this to you ‘now’ – the same ‘now’ that you are reading it in, really. I and eye remember it all vividly, not as something to slowly forget or avoid in the unfocused mind’s eye, but as an ongoing experience that is with me now, always, dynamically imprinted. It is with me as it is with you, when you close your eyes and open your memory to see truly through the waters of forgetfulness, to the infinite waters of eternal life.
Life and death, sensory wakefulness and supersensory dreaming are the same thing, appearing as the warp and weft of the reversible tapestry of existence. And everyone, each of us, is the whole tapestry, inextricably interwoven – everyone is everyone, and that’s about as close as this constraining corsetry of early third millennium Inglesh needs to get at this point in infinite time – xcept, perhaps, for the most important thing of all -
Every one you truly touch and are touched by, in every way, leaves the deepest and most prominent engravings in your heart, mind and soul. What we do unto others is what we do to ourselves – and other living beings are more than mere memory mirrors or handy usable tools. That’s what draws us back for more, and more again – the need to do better by our selves – over and over, until we do it right. Then we get another choice – or another chance to ride the carousel Wheel of Fortune again, if we so choose.
The multiple layers of ascendant consciousness are a self-filtering system of co-evolution – a system of slowly developing focus and perspective that leads our awareness to other dimensions, already inextricably interwoven with the relatively ‘familiar’ bounds of our largely unknown but ever-present reality. There’s no dim-witted hierarchy of order-givers or sword-wielding guardians barring the doors of higher perception – the gateway to Heaven on Earth. There’s just you – and me, and all of us, together. We all have our time to shine, and that time is always now.
Yet Death is not Dying. In the Bardo spaces between thy flowering carnations of existence, all the bright religious hopes and turgid superstitious terrors await the untrained monkey mind in its ongoing fall toward dissolution or reintegration. The Bardo Realms are entire worlds or pocket universes as apparently solid as the full-blown reality ye imagine around thee, right where thou art sitting, right now. How do ye know thou art alive, not dreaming this experience, right here and now? Do ye think that’s air you’re breathing?
A true story
By Ram Ayana @ hermetic.blog.com/2012/03/13/to-infinity-and-beyond-this-...
Mortal Recoil: Total Recall – The Life of Meaning in the Carnal Nation ~
If you are an immortal being living through a succession of mortal lifetimes, why can’t you remember your past? If we’re all in control of our own destinies, how and why have we decided to forget?
Where do you go when you’re asleep? How do you ‘go to sleep’? Are you the same person when you wake up? Can you remember who you were yesterday? How much of your own childhood do you remember? How much of last month – last year?
Have you ever experienced anything you wanted to forget? Have you ever wished you could start your life all over – with a blank slate?
If I want to remember my previous lives, I must explore memory itself to pass through the waters of forgetfulness and reach the dawn of illumination. I must expand and refine my recollections of this life, sorting truth from accretion and memory from fantasy. I must divine for truth as a dowser divines for hidden water or minerals.
I must learn how to tell truth from falsehood, illusion and self-delusion – and continually practice this art, by being my harshest critic and taskmaster and my most compassionate mentor and friend. I must develop a very sensitive bullshit detector and an expansive sense of empathy for the blind sleepwalkers all around me.
I can’t expect the world to make much impression on me if I’m living a half-waking dream all my life – if the reality revealed by my senses is always passing me by, drowned out by the incessant commentary always running through my mind. I have to be certain I’m awake to know I’m not dreaming a vivid fantasy.
I have to be here now if I want to actually experience my life. I have to be mindful of what’s really happening inside me and all around me. To do that, I have to stop my thoughts, or alternately separate my self from the eternal chatter of the surface veneer of my identity – the acculturated monkey mind and emotions that have grown with me since I was swimming in my mother’s womb.
I have to find a deeper wellspring within, beyond the unending entertainments that distract me from life itself. I have to silence the chatter or remove myself from its internal influence, by locating my self in the centre of the eternal cyclone of thought and emotion.
I have to know who it is who goes to sleep and wakes up every night and every day.
I have to know the true meaning of the word ‘meditation’, which has nothing whatever to do with thinking. I have to find out who it is that’s doing all the thinking – or being distracted by it!
I have to open my mind to all the things that the purblind natives of this dawning New Millennium deny and exclude from their blinkered tunneled visions – the realities filtered out by hidebound neo-feudal cultures that stubbornly refuse to observe anomalies, discrepancies and outright disproof of their common beliefs and quaint ‘scientific’ notions.
If I want to have a life I have to walk away from the screen when I finish reading this and explore reality – if my memory span extends that far!
If I am not the sum of my thoughts, beliefs, habits and culture, then what am I? What is within me that survives to carry on?
Am I a projection into this four dimensional TimeSpace, a partial expression of an expanded being, who simultaneously dwells throughout many other dimensions as well? Am I part of something and someone that dwells in all the hyperspaces and parallel continua that we know exist (in implicate, interconnected conjunction with the reality we can see, hear, feel, smell and taste with our terrestrial time-bound senses), from the observations of physics and the realities implicit in geometry? And from the subtle magic of synchronicity and coincidence…
When you realise your mind isn’t yours and your consciousness isn’t confined to the cave of your skull, it’s easy to see how an apparently finite, mortal, death-bound being could in fact be a virtual extension of something else entirely. You can access all these realms and dimensions by expanding y/our consciousness. And paradoxically, this is facilitated by concentrating on the smallest things – or nothing at all.
Staying alive and aware is a continual weaning process. Potty training only ends in infancy in primitive societies full of throwaway people with short lives and attention spans, whose purpose is simply to maintain a dreaming gene-pool. Gaining complete control of your breathing, digestive system, heartbeat, brain activity, fertility and all other physical parameters is well within the capabilities of most children. It’s the way out of the matrix.
Almost all those who could have taught us how to escape the prisons of our cultures by exploring our own nature were burned at the stake or stoned to death by our superstitious grandparents or forebears – but the techniques are implicit in the forms and functions of our bodies; a true seeker will always find a way, and will be helped along by the indivisible invisible hands of those who’ve preceded you, if your mind and heart are in the right place. In a universe where memory is truly ineradicable, lost techniques and memories can be recovered and resurrected.
In our primitive superstition-ridden cultures of the early New Millennium – in which people are automatically taught to be suspicious and afraid of their own bodies and sexuality – most humans don’t even know where their physical organs are located after a decade of ‘education’. How can we expect to have any idea of what we are when we’re encouraged not to look at (or touch) our selves or each other? How can we find our true nature (or even nature itself) if we allow ourselves to be continually distracted by bullshit and melodrama? Will we find ourselves in a sitcom or ‘reality’ show? Do clothes make the woman? How’s the attention span going?
If you want to be cleansed of unpleasant memories or the pitiful painful results of an unexamined life and self-destructive lifestyle, an easy way is to cut off all your sensory inputs. You can do this by staying in a sensory deprivation chamber, by taking opiates, by going to sleep or by dying. If you remain in a sensory deprivation chamber for a couple of weeks your mind will be washed clean – unless you’re particularly adept at meditation – and a womb makes an excellent sensory deprivation chamber, washing you in the warm waters of forgetfulness for months.
Some philosophers suggest that if people knew they were immortal, we’d all automatically be aware of the laws of karma and dharma and practice the Golden Rule. But immortality is no impediment to free will. We all have many of the same motivations to be creative, honourable and compassionate or cruel, uncaring and destructive, whether we have a small single life or a big multiplex one. Regardless of whether you’re immortal or not, the same ethical questions apply; and either way, you can’t leave yourself behind and wherever you go, there you are, for as long as you are you. It’s an excellent motivation for changing the things in yourself you aren’t comfortable with – and a terrible lesson for would-be suicides.
In the folklore of forgetfulness, the amnesiac is compelled to relive aspects of the events they have forgotten; he who forgets the lessons of his story is condemned to repeat them. Until full waking memory relinks the past with the future, the amnesiac is trapped in a cycle of repetition – and hell is often defined as repetition.
Yet immortality provides a wider and deeper perspective into the connectedness of all things and beings, and this does make a fundamental difference to our beliefs, motives and actions. In the absolute centre of the cyclone, I am you, and we are Divine.
Who are you again? Are you distracted yet? What’s that over there?
Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to and cheated by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?
Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! Find like-minded friends and work with them to free the world and free our Mind…
@ hermetic.blog.com/2008/03/4/ by R. Ayana
Mortal Recoil: Total Recall – The Life of Meaning in the Carnal Nation ~
If you are an immortal being living through a succession of mortal lifetimes, why can’t you remember your past? If we’re all in control of our own destinies, how and why have we decided to forget?
Where do you go when you’re asleep? How do you ‘go to sleep’? Are you the same person when you wake up? Can you remember who you were yesterday? How much of your own childhood do you remember? How much of last month – last year?
Have you ever experienced anything you wanted to forget? Have you ever wished you could start your life all over – with a blank slate?
If I want to remember my previous lives, I must explore memory itself to pass through the waters of forgetfulness and reach the dawn of illumination. I must expand and refine my recollections of this life, sorting truth from accretion and memory from fantasy. I must divine for truth as a dowser divines for hidden water or minerals.
I must learn how to tell truth from falsehood, illusion and self-delusion – and continually practice this art, by being my harshest critic and taskmaster and my most compassionate mentor and friend. I must develop a very sensitive bullshit detector and an expansive sense of empathy for the blind sleepwalkers all around me.
I can’t expect the world to make much impression on me if I’m living a half-waking dream all my life – if the reality revealed by my senses is always passing me by, drowned out by the incessant commentary always running through my mind. I have to be certain I’m awake to know I’m not dreaming a vivid fantasy.
I have to be here now if I want to actually experience my life. I have to be mindful of what’s really happening inside me and all around me. To do that, I have to stop my thoughts, or alternately separate my self from the eternal chatter of the surface veneer of my identity – the acculturated monkey mind and emotions that have grown with me since I was swimming in my mother’s womb.
I have to find a deeper wellspring within, beyond the unending entertainments that distract me from life itself. I have to silence the chatter or remove myself from its internal influence, by locating my self in the centre of the eternal cyclone of thought and emotion.
I have to know who it is who goes to sleep and wakes up every night and every day.
I have to know the true meaning of the word ‘meditation’, which has nothing whatever to do with thinking. I have to find out who it is that’s doing all the thinking – or being distracted by it!
I have to open my mind to all the things that the purblind natives of this dawning New Millennium deny and exclude from their blinkered tunneled visions – the realities filtered out by hidebound neo-feudal cultures that stubbornly refuse to observe anomalies, discrepancies and outright disproof of their common beliefs and quaint ‘scientific’ notions.
If I want to have a life I have to walk away from the screen when I finish reading this and explore reality – if my memory span extends that far!
If I am not the sum of my thoughts, beliefs, habits and culture, then what am I? What is within me that survives to carry on?
Am I a projection into this four dimensional TimeSpace, a partial expression of an expanded being, who simultaneously dwells throughout many other dimensions as well? Am I part of something and someone that dwells in all the hyperspaces and parallel continua that we know exist (in implicate, interconnected conjunction with the reality we can see, hear, feel, smell and taste with our terrestrial time-bound senses), from the observations of physics and the realities implicit in geometry? And from the subtle magic of synchronicity and coincidence…
When you realise your mind isn’t yours and your consciousness isn’t confined to the cave of your skull, it’s easy to see how an apparently finite, mortal, death-bound being could in fact be a virtual extension of something else entirely. You can access all these realms and dimensions by expanding y/our consciousness. And paradoxically, this is facilitated by concentrating on the smallest things – or nothing at all.
Staying alive and aware is a continual weaning process. Potty training only ends in infancy in primitive societies full of throwaway people with short lives and attention spans, whose purpose is simply to maintain a dreaming gene-pool. Gaining complete control of your breathing, digestive system, heartbeat, brain activity, fertility and all other physical parameters is well within the capabilities of most children. It’s the way out of the matrix.
Almost all those who could have taught us how to escape the prisons of our cultures by exploring our own nature were burned at the stake or stoned to death by our superstitious grandparents or forebears – but the techniques are implicit in the forms and functions of our bodies; a true seeker will always find a way, and will be helped along by the indivisible invisible hands of those who’ve preceded you, if your mind and heart are in the right place. In a universe where memory is truly ineradicable, lost techniques and memories can be recovered and resurrected.
In our primitive superstition-ridden cultures of the early New Millennium – in which people are automatically taught to be suspicious and afraid of their own bodies and sexuality – most humans don’t even know where their physical organs are located after a decade of ‘education’. How can we expect to have any idea of what we are when we’re encouraged not to look at (or touch) our selves or each other? How can we find our true nature (or even nature itself) if we allow ourselves to be continually distracted by bullshit and melodrama? Will we find ourselves in a sitcom or ‘reality’ show? Do clothes make the woman? How’s the attention span going?
If you want to be cleansed of unpleasant memories or the pitiful painful results of an unexamined life and self-destructive lifestyle, an easy way is to cut off all your sensory inputs. You can do this by staying in a sensory deprivation chamber, by taking opiates, by going to sleep or by dying. If you remain in a sensory deprivation chamber for a couple of weeks your mind will be washed clean – unless you’re particularly adept at meditation – and a womb makes an excellent sensory deprivation chamber, washing you in the warm waters of forgetfulness for months.
Some philosophers suggest that if people knew they were immortal, we’d all automatically be aware of the laws of karma and dharma and practice the Golden Rule. But immortality is no impediment to free will. We all have many of the same motivations to be creative, honourable and compassionate or cruel, uncaring and destructive, whether we have a small single life or a big multiplex one. Regardless of whether you’re immortal or not, the same ethical questions apply; and either way, you can’t leave yourself behind and wherever you go, there you are, for as long as you are you. It’s an excellent motivation for changing the things in yourself you aren’t comfortable with – and a terrible lesson for would-be suicides.
In the folklore of forgetfulness, the amnesiac is compelled to relive aspects of the events they have forgotten; he who forgets the lessons of his story is condemned to repeat them. Until full waking memory relinks the past with the future, the amnesiac is trapped in a cycle of repetition – and hell is often defined as repetition.
Yet immortality provides a wider and deeper perspective into the connectedness of all things and beings, and this does make a fundamental difference to our beliefs, motives and actions. In the absolute centre of the cyclone, I am you, and we are Divine.
Who are you again? Are you distracted yet? What’s that over there?
Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to and cheated by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?
Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! Find like-minded friends and work with them to free the world and free our Mind…
@ hermetic.blog.com/2008/03/4/ by Ram Ayana
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
Continues @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/infinite-cosmos-o...
by R. Ayana
The World Grid and the Whirled Mind ~
...The great sphere of the planet is crisscrossed by lines of force that adhere to the geometry of three dimensions. These shapes simultaneously mirror the patterns of higher order ‘hyperspace’ geometries [see TimeSpace]. Lines of energy follow paths of least resistance – the leyline network recognised and used by antediluvian civilisations, the dragon lines of the Gael and the Orient; the Songlines of nomadic aboriginal people.
The planet flows through a vibrating sea of energy. This bathes us in frequencies and wavelengths that define the courses of energies flowing across and through the Earth. Lines of least resistance form an intricately interconnected series of grids that map hyperspatial geometries onto and into the globe of the planet. They’re the acupuncture meridians of Gaia, and nodal points are strung along them as acupuncture points on the human body. As above, so below.
These nodal points are sacred sites and places of power that can be used for great good or ill. The fortuitous locations and arrangements of most temples and shrines, churches and mosques from antiquity to the present time indicates at least one of two things – 1) that gifted dowsers have always been with us, working at the behest of secretive conspiratorial master architects, and/or 2) that the works of humankind are parts of a greater plan serving the planet and/or other agencies – again, for good or for ill, in terms of the best interests of human beings and the myriad lifeforms that dwell in the wonderfully wild garden of Gaia.
In either case, the sanctuaries of world religions are constructed on primordial bastions of concentrated energy. There are those who know how to use or misuse these sites (and all the trappings of blinded faith – magical implements like altars, chalices, incense, books, bells and candles) in ways and purposes for which they’re intended. Just as the vast majority of people will never read or comprehend these little words, or read this far, almost all those in charge of sacred sites have no idea how to use them. They’re custodians, holding the sites in trust for others – just like all the smiling politicians and stern public servants in the secular world.
Where three or more gather in focus together our wills can combine to accomplish great ends. The whologram is greater than the sum of its parts. The massed and focused energies of congregations of living, breathing, wilful beings can be harnessed to feed the leyline/songline grid with specific patterns of sound, thought, motion and emotion – songs and dances, prayers and hopes that can be used as fuel to heal the world, or to further other agendas. The most cleverly constructed places of worship channel energy into the Earth and unto the sky, and even filter and focus it toward specific ends.
Controlling humankind is the main game around town. Most religions are in charge of edifices designed to subtly influence and control the minds of people in the lands they directly influence. At certain times and in the right hands, the grid network can be induced to resonate with extraordinary power. Sometimes, when the entire system is poised for impending change at times of cosmic confluence, the grid can be used to reset the mind of humankind – and even to alter human nature en masse.
The Magnetic Moment
“No man may know the day of my coming; I come like a thief in the night.” So says a ‘lord’ in the babbling Old Testament. ‘The Day of the Lord’ is the day of destruction, when the Earth is repaved in conflagrations and stars shift to new posts in heaven. At moments like these and at other nodal points in the spiral of timespace, when the magnetic field of the planet shifts and realigns, the entire world can be remade in manifold ways.
Certain places and edifices are finely tuned instruments whose potential can only be fulfilled by master conductors of energy - musicians/magicians prepared to emerge from the wings on cue to wield their baton/wand and remake the illusion of the world, and to repattern the human worldview. Those neophytes and supplicants who randomly pray or silently meditate in ‘spiritual centres’ can only feed psychic batteries that these priests and mages tap and channel.
At times in prehistory a singular consciousness controlled the entire old network of planetary influence from several plexuses at once – an extraordinary being possessed of transdimensional perceptions, who controlled the mass of humankind and instituted the hive-like pyramidal structures that have patterned almost all ‘civilised’ and domesticated human societies unto today. Many of the monuments that channelled this network were ultimately destroyed or submerged beneath the seas in a series of catastrophes that only culminated less than 3,000 years ago, when the ‘terrestrial’ inner planets of the solar system took up their current stations.
Those who inhabit the summit of power at the capstone of the societal pyramid are the very last to countenance change, unless it directly benefits them. Most real or fundamental change brings with it unpredictable and unforseen complications that can only threaten their towers of power. Change is anathema to most control freaks - yet when the magnetic field shifts they have little choice but to go with the flow, and attempt to ensure the next age to come in the wake of that shift will faithfully follow the pattern of their plan.
Nowadays there are several competing centres of power, all poised to attempt to wrest control of the planetary web at the Magnetic Moment, when momentum stops and Mind becomes silent. When everything pauses the code of the world is freed from its tethers and can be rewritten by those in control of the instruments of power. At this point in history the vocalists ready to sing their song are more cacophony than choir, possessed of as many differing agendas as a hydra has heads.
What can emerge from this discord? Will the harp they all attempt to simultaneously strum accidentally strike the right chord – the one that frees us all from their thrall?
To prepare for the Moment, examine and (dis)still your mind. With practice you can learn what it’s like in the moment of change, when the world turns around your silent centre. If enough of us focus on one thing when that time comes, all the plans of puppet masters will be for naught. If enough of us are prepared to dare to dream of paradise for all we can remake the world into something blessed. We can remake the world with dreams we all truly cherish in our combined heart of hearts. We can fulfil human destiny and remake Paradise on Earth.
No doubt all of this is difficult to credit for many or most. Those couched in the comforting illusions of permanence fostered by antiquated and carefully channelled academic and education systems may well ignore these little words entirely. The mindfield of the current paradigm is always self-reinforcing and filters out dangerous ideas, dreams and memories that are automatically proscribed for reasons of social stability.
No confirmation or conformation is required. You are free – and you are god(dess)!
See you in the Magnetic Moment – Happy New Aeon!
by Ram Ayana @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/search/label/r.%20ayana
— with Ram Ayana.
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist ~
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
Continues @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/infinite-cosmos-o...
by Ram Ayana
Image - Pipedreamer - author's
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
Continues @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/infinite-cosmos-o...
by R. Ayana
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist ~
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
Continues @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/infinite-cosmos-o...
by Ram Ayana
Image - Pipedreamer - author's
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
Continues @ nexusilluminati.blogspot.com.au/2013/03/infinite-cosmos-o...
by R. Ayana
Infinite Cosmos of Light and Life:
Dark Energy and Black Holes Don’t Exist
Much of 20th Century science has already been discredited, yet too much nonsense is still being taught. It’s time to examine a plethora of false assumptions being foisted on impressionable minds by ignorant authority figures. The precepts and concepts that made the reputations of last century’s physicists and cosmologists are all partially correct at best and utterly wrong and misleading at worst. To believe that their notions were more correct than those of ‘natural philosophers’ who inhabited the relative Dark Ages of preceding centuries is a testament to folly and hubris.
The lies of religions and other tribal superstitions poisoned all sense and reason until the very recent past. In many benighted regions of the globe this mental slavery still holds minds in thrall to fantastic idiocy. The underlying motive for the promulgation of the Big Bang theory – whereby our entire universe supposedly came into being less than fourteen thousand million years ago - has nothing to do with mathematics or physics.
The Big Bang was invented by human beings encased in a cultural matrix that originated in the Bronze Age and was literally beaten into the young brains of untold generations of illiterates. Millennia of blind religious dogma blighted lives with the lie that an invisible ‘god’ created the world, the Sun, the moon and stars in merely six short days, and then took a day off work. Along with everyone else, educated people were preprogrammed to believe in such a creation event from infancy.
No matter how enlightened, the scientists of the day were riven and driven by the childish vision of a creator god inhabiting a heavenly realm somehow removed from ‘mundane’ reality. They invented the idea of some preexisting reality before time space as a result (without exploring the complex hyperspatial and hyperdimensional theories which would make this concept both a possibility, and simultaneously an absurdity.
Two Seminal False Assumptions
The Big Bang is a mathematical absurdity masquerading as physics. It’s based on two largely unexamined assumptions, both of which are false although based on valid observations that truly indicate an entirely different cosmology. One is the phenomenon of red shift (whereby the majority of objects in the observable universe appear slightly red) and the other is referred to as the Hubble Constant - a ubiquitous hum in a narrow range of background radiation observed wherever we look (or rather listen) throughout the cosmos.
The red shift was ascribed solely to the Doppler Effect – the same phenomenon that causes the sound of a train whistle to seem to rise in pitch (frequency) as it approaches an observer, and lower in frequency as it departs. When related to visible objects, anything approaching an observer appears more bluish (as light wavelengths appear shortened and bunched up towards the blue end of the spectrum) and receding objects appear reddened (because the light from receding objects appears stretched to an observer). Because the majority of celestial bodies appear reddish it was assumed that everything was moving away from us and everything else in the aftermath of a primordial explosive event – a Big Bang.
As demonstrated by pioneering astrophysicist Halton Arp 1 (and subsequently by David Talbott, Wal Thornhill and other proponents of modern ‘electric universe’ theory 2), the Doppler Effect can’t possibly account for many observed phenomena associated with the reddening of celestial bodies. Some share the same apparent red shift while obviously moving in entirely different directions. Their postulated distances from our point of observation and each other – as theorised using red shift for a benchmark - are obviously incorrect in light of a number of observable anomalies.
The reddening of celestial bodies is caused by a number of factors including (but not confined to) the Doppler Effect. Among these are the fact that space is not a vacuum at all (as believed when red shift was first ascribed to the Doppler Effect), but filled with all manner of energies and filtering mechanisms. As a result, light experiences an effective signal loss over great distances and this translates into a shift towards the red and infrared end of the light spectrum, as shorter frequencies – the blue/violet end of the spectrum – are more easily occluded. The same applies, in varying degrees, to all bands of radiation we use to observe the cosmos (including radioastronomy).
Thus the limits of our ‘observable universe’ are no limits at all, but merely the limit of observation using the electromagnetic spectrum as a yardstick. The universe didn’t begin 13 or 14 (or even 200) billion years ago as indicated by this false assumption, but is in fact infinite. We just can’t see very far through the soup of timespace.
That this is true is revealed by a number of observations, including the fact that no matter how far we look through the sea of time, supposedly primordial ‘infant’ galaxies and other structures appear virtually identical to those we see around us today. This contravenes many precepts of Big Bang theory, as do many observations made since we lifted our sights and sightlines beyond Earth’s occluding atmospheric envelope and began to see the cosmos as it actually appears.
According to ‘electric universe’ theory and contemporary observations that demolish most of the cherished notions of 20th Century astrophysics, the primary ‘force’ acting throughout the cosmos is not gravity at all - gravity is a very tenuous field - but (what we incorrectly term) electromagnetism. And according to the postmodern electrical paradigm, the redness of many celestial bodies indicates not their speed of recession but their age – or rather, their energetic level and even their relative youth!
Thus one of the only two planks that seemed to necessitate the idea of a Big Bang does not actually exist; most things in the cosmos are probably not racing away from everything else at all, and the increased redness of more distant objects is mainly due to signal loss.
The remaining plank that seemed to underlie and confirm the Big Bang hypothesis– the Hubble Constant (named for astronomer Erwin Hubble, to whom the famous first space telescope was also dedicated), has also been ascribed to the wrong cause entirely. The all-pervasive background ‘hum’ in the hydrogen band that’s noted wherever our electronic ears listen to the celestial ‘music of the spheres’ isn’t an echo of an ancient explosion, but is due to a now well-known and widely recognised quantum effect whereby virtual particles are continually appearing within and disappearing from the observable (4D) universe.
‘Space’ isn’t space, but is filled with innumerable wavelengths (energies) that generally cancel each other out, resulting in a near-vacuum state. This state isn’t a vacuum or a zero-point field of fluctuations (as often described) but a field that oscillates around scalar zero –conceived as being slightly ‘above’ the zero point, and originally believed to be so negligible as to be immeasurable and irrelevant. When 18th, 19th and 20th Century physicists first calculated all the details of orbital mechanics this reality was entirely unknown; their figures were all predicated on the false assumption that all celestial bodies interact in a complete vacuum.
Newton’s blind clockwork universe and Einstein’s divine plan are equally illusory. God doesn’t play dice (because there is no external god rolling the deadly die) but chance interactions – the freewheeling will of cosmic fields and forces – is everchanging and inherently unpredictable. Everything is possible and we inhabit an infinite interacting series of parallel universes, all interwoven by probability and the wills of conscious beings.
This sea of virtual particles gives rise to a perceivable ‘hum’ produced by little vortices in timespace (effectively electrons and positrons) that occur wherever wavelengths interact in suitable configurations – and as waves are always interacting in innumerable configurations, there are always some that give rise to relatively stable and measurable forms. Some of the most basic of these effectively appear as ‘hydrogen ions’, continually flashing into and out of existence as a result of perpetual wave interactions. These occasionally remain in our plenum when they happen to manifest in a geometrical configuration that remains stable (by virtue of simple mechanical interactions), producing what physics has conceived as ‘atoms’, or ‘ions’. 3
Thus the Hubble Constant is not an echo of a non-existent Big Bang, but the continuous resonant hum of infinitude tiny vortices, as hyperdimensional energies which transcend the recognised four dimensions of space and time perpetually condense into observable energy in our timespace (See TimeSpace).
It’s worthwhile to note that ‘particles’ are not simply continually emerging in the ‘vacuum of space’, but within pre-existing forms of denser energy fields and material forms as well. In fact, the more dense a field they manifest within the more likely they are to lodge into pre-existing patterns, and to remain in timespace rather than immediately wink back out of existence. When extra particles appear within the energy matrix of matter, more complex and more ‘dense’ forms of matter are formed. Thus ‘matter’ is continuously condensing - growing more dense and complex - and celestial bodies are all slowly growing through time. 4
There are no ‘Higg’s Bosons’, as there is no need for them or most of the other invented confabulations in the ‘particle zoos’ of 20th Century physicists. Simpler geometrical forms simply give rise to progressively more complex geometrical forms and the morphic fields of matter literally attract energy – and more matter – via simplex mechanisms, not through abstruse, ‘spooky’ or exotically impenetrable interactions.
Light Amidst the Darkness
There is no ‘dark energy’ or ‘dark matter’...
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by R. Ayana