Mikey is a good friend. We talked tonight with MaryAnne and Shaun, about belief systems and most particularly the one about Death. His take on it was simple. We are carbon, he said, and from carbon we come and to carbon will return. Given the last time I wrote a Blog, which would've been 28th April 2014, I thought that was pretty significant, and took it on board so much that I promised Mikey it would make its way into the second book.
666 being the number of the Carbon atom, in its assignation of neutrons, protons and electrons, that means the number traditionally assigned to ‘the Devil' is in itself a powerful clue we need to follow. The numeric description in the Bible quotes ‘six threescore and six' which is, obviously, 636, and not 666 as has been Chinese-whispered down the aeons. So there's a reason we adopted 666, whether the perpetrators of the rumour had any knowledge of a reason or not, for by the time the atomic structure of Carbon was pinned down centuries later the mud had stuck fast, and wasn't coming off in a hurry.
After this conversation, we watched Spirit Science on YouTube - the second time around for me - and things became apparent of a disconcerting nature. This video is so packed full of information you really, really want that you have to see it more than once to make sense of anything you might have wanted to make sense of the first time you saw it: A bit like life, really, only you get a Rewind button you can hit just by watching it again. For me, Lucifer's appearance was an arrow to the chest, and I felt something akin to pain in my chest right through the drive home straight afterwards. I have to watch it again, for the devil is of course in the detail, and in Spirit Science much of the detail is almost to zero point so it's important to take a refresher course, I think, til the paper sticks.
We need desperately to oscillate. The one thing Spirit Science lets me down on is the assumption that the Higher Order of Families in the world (the ones that quite literally govern everything) are somehow devoid of humanity in spirit, as if they were differently dead, or deadly different, in an evil, deprived kind of way. I don't buy that. I think the problem is that money is a false god, it gets in the way of reason, for whatever is going to feed that side of the brain is going to have to be poowerful, and you don't get much more power than in money with the world as it is right now. That may be a bit of a curse, in amongst the blessings it appears to give its adorers, but it's a fact, and another fact which they will know of very deeply is that money does not make you happy. Knowledge and advancement do. If we are to evolve, we have to do it together.
636 into 666 is a pasa doble for one member of the trinity. Since science has already caught the electron doing it, and even encapsulated that ability to serve the next generation of computers, stands to reason that we may have that capability written within ourselves, too.
66,600mph round the Sun do we travel, not a figure to be taken lightly. If we're here to learn, we have to dig for knowledge. Some devote their lives to lessons others can adapt, share, appreciate and forge their own concepts from, Einstein being the best human example that comes to mind. There are thousands, all inspirations of one kind or another, some well sung and some not so well sung. Our perceptions colour everything, and what we see is what we get, our language telling us what is ‘right' and what is ‘wrong' according to our own scheme of things.
The lark is said to sing melodious; in fact a skylark sounds like a cross between a starling and a lawnmower, but it sings from such heights that we are hard pressed to see it, so its rolling song becomes a magical thing - we miss it when we hear it less often, as we do these days - those blessed to live in the countryside mourn the passing of lark song as we do the hedgehog and the damsel fly. Fragile things, these creatures which hover in the high places and forage in the unseen, little portals to the living consciousness of the planet which we readily interpret and just as readily fail to preserve. The nightingale is famed as a beautiful songstress, but only the bachelor male will ever grace the dusk with a lament. His tune compared to the common thrush or blackbird is just as liquid and fragrant as others of his kind, but he sings when darkness is upon us, so he becomes a magical thing - a portent of nature at the dawning of the moon. Terry Pratchett writes in Wee Free Men of the sound of sight, as onomatopoeia describes words that sound like they are written, as in cuckoo, as he says, but ‘glisten' would be the sound of oil on water, as ‘spat' is the sound of water on fire. What we see and hear are therefore intrinsically connected and it makes sense that the five senses are only awaiting a sixth for completion, to plunge us into the Dark arena where the gems that form Light are patiently sitting to Unite with us, and provide us with the Completion we all desperately, blindly seek. We've got the language, now all we need is to fast-roll some circuits.
Here is, as I was taught it, just to make sense of what I've written there:
Birth, Development, Strength and Protection, Learning, Change, Dark, Light, Unity, Completion.
...the numerical sequence of 1 to 9 I had to get up at 6am each morning to learn by rote, and it took me six months to ‘pull it out of the air', decipher and understand it. When I had, I could see the tumbling events of life going round in a whirlpool of things related, tidy eddies of instance and coincidence that spin wheels within the wheel of life. This was a lesson set to task without much help I was old enough to recognise, like learning to swim.
The Change we're all going through is much more unified than we give ourselves permission to believe. By the time we swing the corner it'll be on everybody's mind that this home we have here needs something other than what we're giving it, but the answer doesn't come easily, because it's a big place, this planet, and we don't yet understand how small we are. When we do, we'll become quantum, and we're all born knowing the rules, just as we're all born able to swim - only fear holds us back from taking the plunge, because we were weakest when we knew them by heart, and the older we get the more fears there are to choose from. The more negativity gets a foothold, the fewer positrons get a chance to shine.
Quantum leaps, Andy said in the pub the other night, are small, so how can they be of any significance to us, as we are not small? He's right in the sense that quantum leaps (‘quantum tunnelling' may be what you want to look up now, in a minute, somewhere else), are very small in terms of the space they cross at a scientific level, but it's worth remembering that when they do this tunnelling business they do it at more than the speed of light, yes MORE THAN the Hallowed Constant of Light Speed, as in E=MC2. Speed of light was long thought to be ‘it', as far as science was concerned, and nothing in the Universe could break it, it was said. But quantum particles, unfortunately, can, and they do so so damn quickly that time, in that instant of quantum leaping, goes into reverse. Yes. Time goes backwards when you're quantum tunnelling, so it's hardly surprising you don't feel a thing. But we have to bear in mind that very few trains can travel at 66,600 miles an hour, and even Richard Branson's Virgin SpaceshipTwo won't touch a nanosecond of that at 2,485mph. Perhaps next time he'll call his invention something more imaginative.
When we've gone through the Change and the Darkness hits again, it's only a matter of time before Light comes flooding back (strong stuff, Light, we can see it to the farthest reaches of the known Universe and even 26.6 billion light years beyond that - a quasar is thought to be 40 billion years in the making before the light from it reaches our eyes, and the Universe is thought to be just 13.4 billion years old) to Unify us enough to forge a Completion. All this can happen in the space of two seconds, or twenty years, or anything in between. So time isn't really a constant we can rely on, for it doesn't get us very far to try thinking in terms of relativity when human relativity is so deeply biassed in ways we can't yet begin to fathom.
Every life is unique, it's all connected, and there isn't a beginning or an end, there's just infinity. We don't go there, it's beyond our comprehension. Fine, maybe we just don't need to go that far. Maybe in our mind's eye it really doesn't matter that we can't get there, maybe we only have to be able to see it. Maybe it's Maybelline.
The pictures, as usual, tell stories of their own beyond the looking glass.
Terry Pratchett is really rather more of the real thing of being a real wizard than Harry Potter. Reading "I Shall Wear Midnight" just because I liked the title, the things that spring out of that book sound to me like they come from someone who knows a lot about Deep Magic.
"Knowledge is power, power is energy, energy is matter, matter is mass and mass changes time and space." Yes, quite. As if we hadn't thought of it like that before, which clearly we hadn't or there would be no need of it being written down for us, which clearly there was.
Then there's the Travelling Now. An opening in space-time where only you can go, where you can share if another is there with you, but where the Real Time can't touch what happens because, "when it closes, you will be exactly where you were and no time has passed." Or so it seems. Only from the outside, just like when you (theoretically) fall into a black hole, whoever is watching you is watching your time pass for you. As Preston put it, "I thought you were dead."
I've been there, so I know some of the reality of the fictional realities of which Mr Pratchett writes. I strongly suspect he knows, too, from the little epilogue at the back. But when you've spent forty years or more writing (very successfully) of the stuff you've come to believe in, wrapping it in paper that people will see as paper and therefore accept as paper, you're entitled to think that not knowing where you're going makes you wrong. I'd argue with him there, though, even though I'd not deign to argue about the existence of Unseen Universities or the mysterious importance of cleaning. I'd argue that with everybody's reality being entirely different from everybody else's, if not quite or we would not be all the same whilst still satisfying the demands of the Uncertainty Principle, some know where they're going and some don't. Some know where they're going and it's not right at all, especially when some terrified creature awaits brutal death by whatever means they have in mind down there where they're going. But some have a right to relinquish the knowing of where they're going, and I rather believe I'm one of them.
This is a timely time to say so, for I've just had word that Quantumology is off the press and I can go and collect copies whenever I want. I'm stalling a little, as it's not really on my list of Things To Do at the moment and anyway, I'm not sure What To Do when I do get round to getting them. I know a few people who'll be getting copies, of course, and have a churning idea of what could be done to get it to the people it was intended for - people having a bit of a hard time wondering why the hell fervent efforts don't bring the results they want and what the hell is at work in preventing them from having what they feel they need. I wrote Quantumology to help out.
I also wrote it because I was told to, and when you're told to do something by someone you can't see, you either imagine it's your imagination and get on with something else, or you doff your figurative cap respectfully and get on with whatever is asked of you. I chose the latter course, as I'd seen quite enough by then of what went on in the Unseen University and sat through more than sufficient demonstrations of the power which drives certain events to become causes for latent effects. For me, there wasn't an option but to do as I was told, and Just Trust, as I was firmly and formally ordered right from the start. The start, incidentally, was long, long ago, and nothing - I stress nothing - could shift my allegiance now.
Having read scant samples of Terry Pratchett's work, it seems nevertheless that his message rings true as an arrow and clear as a bell. Magic is everywhere, it just depends on how you look at it, and what you do with what's there all the time. Quantum principles are like little keys which sit permanently in your hand, and if you want to use them you can, but you have to tread carefully through the doors and remember there are no free lunches. There are dark depths and pretty shallows, and plenty of colour in between, for the Universe is made of stuff we really do understand, as we are made of it, but we pretend not to, because we think we should be able to demonstrate our superiority with numbers and language and various boxes of assorted tools.
The wild world doesn't need mathematics or fancy scripts or Swiss Army knives to get on with living in the Universe, and it hasn't lost its way like we have, so there's a trade. Knowing is more than meets the eye. Knowing is knowing when to lay down the will and pick up the wisp of intuition. Knowing is what the elephants demonstrated when they made a pilgrimage to the grave of a man they loved. We have to know more, so that we can shift our world in time for our love to be seen. All the Universe wants is to know, and all we need to know is there for us if we are prepared to pay the price.
All the pictures are doorways to other parts of the Virtual Reality, and if you've not read the story of the Elephant's Travelling, Now is definitely the time to put that right.
This evening we sat round a fire pit with Nix, did me and MaryAnne. We had a conversation - one of those conversations. Other powers were clearly present. The whole evening was a ball. This is the thread which came of our conversation, which Mary Anne wrote down in a text:
"Chasing infinity... I Shall Wear Midnight... Worry at things like a bone and realise its your own leg you're gnawing. Your thoughts are like..."
And there her text ended, for such is the timing. We'd been talking about time and money and the traps we fall into, about the state of the world in its fullness of agony and the things we have to witness through media - the blood and gore and pain - and what, if anything, would turn the tide of debauchery encased in duty, in pandering to perceived needs, in facing the fight against whatever it is we want, in where to draw the lines to a point where we can cope with the consequences. We agonised, we thrilled with the wave of freedom in knowing that whatever we do, little quantum units that we are, contributes to the greater freedom that the world so wants but dare not face, for timing is everything and here I sit....
...at my computer now, having just come home from that conversation. Earlier in the evening Apophis had invaded my timeline, as he often does, uncannily often, like a black cat walking the beat that crosses my path. I loved Apophis for his petulant, irredeemable badness, a potent purity of evil that left him only when he died. He died to the torture of having to live his own death again and again, at the whim of another, and so it is, as ever with Stargate, that truth is told through the medium of itself, in ways with which the Uncertainty Principle is more than satisfied. (Note the number therein the uncertain equation - 6.626 x 10-34 ... for there are 3 sixes in it.)
On my way home, I noticed a new sign. Outside the factory gates on the T-junction I must cross stands a new sign. A big sign, which read "Concept 66".
A new addition to the scenery, never there before - I wrote 'ever' by mistake as if someone was proving a point but I HAD to correct it to make sense - but I didn't correct that one - and so it goes on, the mistakes ad infinitum to the lesson, and which is which, how in life we can be presented with so many choices and pick so often the track that leads straight back to our own leg, to the pain we inflict on ourselves because we can, often through pain inflicted on others.
I didn't stop to photo the sign, but never mind. What matters here is that Stargate said it all. Apophis carried the epitomy of evil because he held spellbound a power that would corrupt absolutely. In his bond with Shar'e, a shift was created - Shifu. Deeper than that power was a knowledge that no Goa'uld dared to see released, a power that drew deep from the abyss and brought to surface with it a compassion that prevented absolution. A knowledge that Aslan had at the Stone Table, a knowledge that many share when they reach a certain level. We can do it already. Are we ready? Can we baulk the power that holds us captive in mental bondage?
Sycofantic it may be, but I loved the blog I wrote when Apophis came to invade my Twitterspace. For all his power, and it was absolute for a decent reign of time, he was golden. No System Lord was ever more golden than he. His son, Klorel, embodied in Skaa'Ra, Son of the Sun, was just as beautiful - between them they commanded the Beauty and Truth of the Dark through a dual course of solar circuitry, culminating in Apophis's vicious death at the hands of forces greater than his own, and Skaa'Ra's freedom.
For those who seek it, Stargate is an everlasting truth. Drawn to watch thrice in quick succession the entire consecutive series from 10 seasons of footage, I now know why. Everything you wanted to know about universal connections is somewhere in there. Unsurpassed even by the X-Files in longevity, Stargate SG1 is going to be a cult epidemic any time soon, because that's what it was made for, even though in the true spirit of uncertainty the makers could not know what they had created.
Peter Williams tweeted a picture this evening, which I found before I left the house to partake of this conversation. Here she is, his niece, true picture of Harsesis, a child with truth and beauty in her eyes. The world can never afford to forget the form it came from, even if it often forgets how much it has cost to come this far.
Apophis, you brought many truths to light and I love you for them all. Thank you so much. There has to be a very good reason why the Dark insists on gems being discovered.
"The true nature of a man is decided in the battle between his conscious mind and the desires of the subconscious. My subconscious is too strong to resist. The only way to win is to deny the battle."
Shifu - 2001
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met up with quantum mechanics in 1997, pledging allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies.