m.dimensia

okay, 

not sure how to go about this, but, it's breaking down the door inside of me to let it out, so here it goes.

after Jason's latest communique concerning the machine for the "phase out", i'm going to have to bite the bullet and talk about a story i was writing. it had many names but i called it m.dimensia.

now, sure, i write a lot. but, not like this story. this was unlike any story i had ever written before. it was a story concerning the evolution of humanity into a multi-traversing- dimensional species.

it consumed me to work out the smallest detail, the mechanism of interchange between the "realities", the thought matrix, the sense of mind, the geometry. it was like i got plugged in to something. something that connected with something pure, true, mindful.

it entered into everything i did, music, art, drawing, everything. it enchanted me, and i, as it's battery was the energy upon which it was fueled.

i'm trying very hard to convey this sense of wonder, that aha! moment. but, without telling the massive story, showing it, i don't think i can. it's like describing an experience versus having the experience. it's alive. it has needs, the story literally comes to life.

it wanted to describe how the realities bleed into one another, how one being is really many beings, working together and separated across the multiverse. how all levels of the story are interconnected and interdependent, relying on a few basic ideas to exist- that those ideas that allow it's existence - are created in a different dimension. how it all ties together as in Metatron's Cube. how there are layers of management and bureaucracy in "reality in total" that keep the story flowing in an "orderly" manner. cause it seems at times that it has to run at a tilt always threatening to have the wheels fall off. cause it is powered by powerful beings.  how - um, well, it goes on.

but! and here is the reason why i am posting this at all, because i find talking about my art, personally, to be probably the most egotistical thing i can do, that i really try to avoid doing so- unless, it seems to serve a higher purpose. i don't know if this passes the litmus test, but i feel encouraged to share this.

there is a machine. a mechanism that allows species, still as yet tied to their concept of limitedness to transcend their "birthing" dimension to go where ever they want. but, here is the coolest part, it doesn't matter - that anyone gets anything, because the story melts down to the simplest form of all stories, "in the end". it is just a story about love, that begins again, to expand and then advance and evolve to infinite proportions to seemingly contract again into a simple story of love.

that machine, though. it wasn't of this realm or any realm. it came from outside the story. outside the cube. and while many in the story covet the machinery and it's design, it is the purpose of the machine that is most fascinating.

since it comes from outside the story, as if in the dislogic of the entire piece, that - that could be possible, it is because someone wanted- to enter the cube. wanted to explore. wanted to have an adventure. it, in effect caused the story to occur. in one sense, in another sense, it was the mechanism of one character , to explore his own mind, who was in love, that created the conditions of the mechanism to begin with. see there is no beginning, its all just a circle, that keep repeating itself, because it is a circle.

and there was a captain. and there was a candidate who went into the machine. and this world, is that world.

where is the line between what is a story and what is "this unhappening" experience? i don't think i can lie to myself - and say that the stories we make are completely unrelated to the story we are living.

i hope this resonates with some of you. to me, honestly, i felt i had created a story - well, i can't take credit- seems like i just wrote it down. a story that was a framework for mind. Mind.

and i know, that all of these concepts are so tried and true, we all know them now, have for so long. the strange thing is, i didn't know anything about metatron, at least as this avatar, or hadn't read the ascension blueprint, it hadn't come out yet, or even heard Jason refer to himself as the Captain here, which was so awesome to hear. as i believe that is who he is, even in the story, across all stories.

it's a fun story. it was written when, me, as the avatar, was distanced from TBE, before the chakra cleansing. of course, i was never really away, just processing. and it is in that processing that this came about.

and oddly enough, the reason why the story was created, in m.dimensia, as that "egonaut" entered the cube was because he had a slight moment of doubt. this was the world where it is over come and where it is played out.

hope that scaffold was entertaining in it's own right.

One body. One mind.