This morning I found a tweet. The tweet questioned the nature of crop circles, of who makes them, and what they mean. Whatever point in the future Universal timeframe might find you reading this, you'll know about crop formations even if you're a little rusty on ancient computer gadgets.
At this time the jury is out as to whether they are made by men with planks tied to their feet carrying various bits of unspecified equipment to and from the middle of fields, or whether they originate from another, unknown and unspecified source.
Whatever we do with our lives, we look out at a cosmos that isn't real. That dark spangled sky is a lie. Looking very pretty from where we sit on the planet, the starlight-spangled vista overhead is a maelstrom of solar systems just like our own which we know little or nothing about. There isn't, in reality, a blanket of twinkly lights. There's a Universe. We can hardly see a thing beyond our own galaxy, but every time we stretch with a telescope we see a little more. Nebulas and neutron stars jostle for our attention. The Universe thrives on self-observation, it wants to know itself, and so it created us to learn. That much is simply logical, and whether someone wants to scientifically prove it is up to them, but I suggest most of the work has already been done.
This is a formation in snow. Behind it you'll find a Daily Mail article about Mr Beck, who apparently walks the ground with snowshoes on, making these patterns in around 10 hours.
At the back of the picture you'll see what probably, in reality, took him the 10 hours.
Later the article was reissued, claiming 5 hours instead of 10, and removing the scruffily-trod patterns at the edge of the images.
The mystery of whodunnit dampens the message somewhat. Crop circles don't seem to be a fad, they appear every year somewhere, and whether they've suddenly started appearing more frequently over the last few decades or have always been around waiting for observers is a question we're unlikely to answer definitively. On the question of why they're made, symbolism speaks for itself. The Pi crop formation, and the Doors of Perception are interesting examples. The trio of swallows is also a good one. You'll find hundreds of them, all unique, with no sign of any practice runs in a nearby meadow - you'll find no videos of men running round frantically laying down these remarkable images in a single night's activity. What you might come across is a video made in 1998 of lights over a field and a formation appearing beneath them. There will be plenty of comments tagged to any ethereal evidence you uncover which claim these images are all man-made... you may even wonder at the frequency - and instant appearance - of such claims which fall short of video evidence themselves. The jury stays out. My money is on something synchronous coming along to assist, as we're clearly in need of a little help in escaping the oncoming sound of inevitability.
Each formation says something slightly different, but the message seems to spool a thread of encouragement to be pushing boundaries in the way we are thinking. There's a lot about nature and how things are done, about geometry and physics, sound and movement, fractals and evolutionary patterns. This is a universal language which speaks of things we understand, and the more we think about them the more we realise how much we understand. Not thinking about them, and thinking instead about how they got there, seems to be short of the mark they intend to hit, diverting our attention onto who might be doing something that seems to be impossible. We've got to step out of our limits, that's important for our future. The Matrix and quantum mechanics tell us very clearly that reality is a construct, everything we perceive is an illusion, and there are people who can bend the illusions to ways which work better for them. There will always be those who want answers and will devote a life to finding them. When this happens, and realities become conjoined, options strike. Possibilities hit the furnace of creative intent. The world looks like what it is, a very small place in a very big sea of possibilities, and we are so, so ready for this brink. The doors of perception are open all the time, we have only to wake up and walk through them.
In quantum fields, past and future time entwine in the present, so Happy Christmas, everyone!
With just a nose into the future, you're riding Advanced waves. You're ready for the next opportunity, keen to make the most of it and feed that moment positively into the coming one. When you think like this, you automatically sense the ground ahead of you more keenly. You want to tread carefully sometimes, and find you can. You want to fly when you feel like it, and find you can. There are many things you find you can do with Advanced time.
The past is a notebook from which to draw strength. Waves from the past to the present are 'Retarded' waves. Worrying about them is completely futile. When we worry about the past, we think it affects the future and that we are losing control. Which, with your back pressed against Retarded time waves, is understandable. Remember that you're just pressing against time that has already been, and you suddenly see things in a different light. You can't be bothered with it when you get used to the feeling of 'feeling the future'.
This would be because you're shedding light on the future which you need to see ahead of you, instead of blocking it all off with Dark matters and energies which are really best left where they belong. Behind you.
With just a little forethought, advancement isn't so difficult. We're all capable of it, since we all ride the quantum wave.
So if you think you don't, or can't, even, then think again.
Nelson Mandela left a legacy of greatness; "When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
Bra'tac - a skillful focussed warrior who understood the deepest nature of Harsesis - child of descent to rival the knowledge of Horus, son of Isis.
"A warrior's true strength comes from his heart and mind, " he told Teal'c, his apprentice, more than once. Bra'tac guarded his knowledge and shared it sparingly, wary of the nature of humankind in all its many forms.
"Draw from your past, but do not let your past draw from you." Instinctively accessing the wisdom of the Ancients comes with a certainty that the past is either a dangerous burden, or a useful collection of tools. Keep your course firmly tuned to the future, he would advise. The wind can tell you much of what lies on the ground ahead. Worry and stress are seeded in the past - repetition of fears realised feeds fear of their repetition. Bra'tac understands fear.
The actor wearing the cloak of stars is Tony Amendola, who has a distant relative in Luca Amendola. Follow the links - there is a subtle resemblance between these two men of very different destinies. Their connection led to Tony Amendola's considered decision to make our followship symbiotic. Your presence is an honour, Master Bra'tac, one which Quantumology will strive continually to warrant.
Bra'tac would deem crucial our knowing the true nature of stars, both those beyond our skies and those within our personal singularity. His legacy of wisdom from the days of SG1 will ring true for evermore.
Tony Amendola has depth of wisdom and spirit written in his eyes, and you know that he feels the truth of lines to be learned. This is the quality that crosses the line from thespian to Master - a man who can live his character enough to let it be at one with who he truly is. We watched it first-hand, and were inspired. Thank you.
At the Voyager Night held in November at Pi Bar, the winner of the black and white frying pan (or Voyager dish, whichever reality you want to go with) said that the Universe was everything and nothing at the same time. Congratulations, Mo, that was the Right Answer!
Of course, this kind of thing is made up as we go along and there can't really be a 'right answer' to the nature of the Universe. Infinity is something most people give up on comprehending because its incomprehensible, so what's the point? Scientists hate infinity, it gets in the way of neat summaries written as equations. So they 'normalise' the numbers to get rid of infinity and hey presto, there's a Right Answer! ...
I mock, sorry, picturing frantic scribbling over what Dark Matter is supposed to do.
Since we only have the Present to deal with, the past and the future can seem really important until we stick a nose into the headwind and feel the future rushing towards us, lapping up the nanoseconds. Worrying about the past and what it might lead to later on feels like bracing against a force from behind. Considered scientifically, this would perhaps be because Retarded waves of time from the past rushing to the future contain a whole lifetime-load of information to worry about, whereas the Advanced waves rushing at us from the future and careering into the past don't carry any such burden. We have no concept of the future because, well, perhaps because we're not allowed to.
Which perhaps neatly explains why we have a problem as to whether time exists or not, and what we ought perhaps to really be doing with it whether it does or doesn't. I like the feeling of slicing through a headwind like a falcon much more than the feeling of backing against something that's pushing me to carry on. I very much doubt I can always maintain the sense of coasting through the winds of time uninterrupted by concerns in life, but in the short time since Voyager Night, having got my head around the option of living with time differently, things really do feel a whole lot lighter.
Thanks, Voyager. This one's for you.
"Keep to the point," said Mary Anne in the smoking shed at the Chequers tonight (9th December, I write this in the early hours). "If you've got something else to say about something, write it somewhere else."
Good advice, I thought. Stick to the point, I vowed. Ok. The Sun, Sol, Sole and the Singularity. What's the point of all that? Synchronicity of language. How many variants on the word are there? Soul, sole, sole, sole, Sol. After the personal singularity of self comes fish, feet, and being the only one, not necessarily in that order. Finally the Sun. Possibly also known as Son.
Looking up at the clear night sky while walking the dogs at midnight, counting without counting all those countless suns shining above me, I thought of the recent revelation science has come up with that I heard second-hand today - that countless more planets have been proved to be up there orbiting their Suns which could be life-bearing than had ever been thought probable before. By the scientists doing the proving, anyway. Doesn't say much for the rest of us, of course.
What else is the coincidence of synchronous language telling us other than that we closely identify with the Sun? How closely we communicate with it / him / her (?) is a subject only threatened with enlightenment when they find out about the multi-directional nature of the neutrino, one suspects.
If information, like / as / alongside time, travels in both directions, what's stopping from believing in everything you want to believe in and having it be true for you? When everything important has just happened and all the connections those things are making are in our hands to respond to as we wish, we get more choice and less entrapment. With our face to a future wind, the ride is exhilarating. Holding back against the force while we brake into the past is exhausting, and just makes for irrational fear. What's the point? Is that the choice?
All the Suns, shining points of origin for life-giving photons, feeding tiny planets of more and more ideas for evolution, wanting only to continue the quest for advancement. Only to come unstuck when creating us. Oh dear, suddenly the planetary balance sheet gets ripped up and something horrid takes over. How many more life forms are making the same mistakes, you reckon?
In Stargate, one race had it all. The Nox. They were the only ones SG1 encountered who knew all there was needed to know.
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.