Space Doesn't End?

Gonna wax nostaligic a little. Like all kids, I'd lie on my back on top of my sleeping bag next to my friends at night and gaze into and wonder about the universe. For me, it was always about "How can it not end? That doesn't make sense." And so I began to say to them, "It does end, but it ends at a mirror. What's on the other side of that mirror is what I wanna know." They'd say, "How can a mirror be that big? There's no mirror that big." And I'd say, "Maybe it's just right there..." and I'd indicate a space just in front of us.

Never intuitively believed the Big Bang theory, which by the way is STILL a theory. I thought it was stupid when I didn't apparently understand it, and now I think it's more stupid than ever. As thestory (my word for history) continues to unfold we have to look farther and farther back and smaller and smaller in order to explain things, our origins, etc., and so we now have a story that includes these enormous reptiles, the formation of a planet and solar system, and even farther back to...what else? a Big Bang. We have to have a beginning, right? OK, so let's make up a beginning. Now I know how it all began. Thank you, science.

Think about it! Black holes did not exist in our world until Dr. Hawking considered the possibility, which has begged the question for me for 25 years: if it's conceivable is it also inevitable? I ALWAYS thought the answer to that question was Yes, but I didn't know why I thought it until the last six years or so. In any case, Dr. Hawking's invidual experience became collective experience. All individual experience is simultaneously collective experience. The minute the thought arose that a good way to prove the Big Bang was to look for the cosmic background radiation was the moment at which it came into being.

When I was fifteen I came within a nanothought of being able to put my hand through a wall. Doubt struck me at the moment my senses told me it was there. But I was THAT CLOSE to bypassing my programmed mind. I tried to talk to people about it... "Isn't there something useful you can do with that smart brain of yours?" was, and still is, the type of answer we can expect from the programming team.

So let's give another illustrative example. Please allow a little poetic license. Space only goes as far as we're able to see with our most powerful telescopes where the 3D fantasy pixels peter out to imageless blackness, where no image data is required to maintain the illusion. If we were to build a telescope that could see farther than ever you can bet that the Mego would begin to fill pixels for images in on the black canvas just in time for observation, like a book filling in each page just as the reader begins to turn it.

Think about it in these simplistic terms. That space is purportedly endless doesn't make sense, but THIS itself is just sort of glassy-eyed glossed over by science other than to theorize (which somehow becomes fact) that it must fold into other dimensions or universes, and it DOES, but only because it's conceived as such. The only way to make it make sense is that it's not space, but something like a dream. Now I'm incapable of perceiving this all as real. I see it for what it is, and it's my job to teach the teachers to take this gnosis into the world.