Resistance is futile…

You can’t be stopped

Only the clean

If you have read a few of my posts, you’ve probably noticed I prefer alternative takes. Perspectives play a central role.

There is this strange notion of needing a unified perspective, a one view of the world. Peace will arrive when we have dissolved our differences. Slowly a single dominant view is taking hold. Backed by data and science we are no longer allowed to differ or disagree. Even questioning is ‘discouraged’. Soon we will end war and conflict by defeating, removing, educating, reforming. By any means necessary we will kill the opposing force. Only the clean will be given acces.

A laughable mistake. Utter stupidity. The ultimate lie. Very real and very now.

Can we fight this? No, we can’t, not without falling prey to the exact same blindness.

Opposing the collective gaze cannot be done by acts of sabotage directed at the material expressions of the collective. This kind of action is based on a misunderstanding of the forces in play. It is counterproductive. It sharpens the sword of the enemy.

Must we be sitting ducks then? Compliant mules? No, not at all. We are backed by the structure of the universe in a resistance unrivalled. It asks for an alternative take on how we connect. I will take you into imagining something you might not like or feel comfortable with. But I must tell, even if I do not want to.

Wired connections

I got into trouble writing this bit. A very somber painting emerged. A true dark web of cables, lines, ropes, entering and exiting the larger body of existence. We have almost completed a replacement structure for the natural grid. All based on a shared internal image. We have made an idea a physical reality. The idea is that communication is taking place by one on one lines, that connections can be made and broken by decision, by flipping a switch. On or off.

I think many people see the world of connections like the above sketch. In the big venture we all want a good collection of high capacity connections and get rid of the low end, the dead ones, not serving you. We need to be plugged in to see and be seen, to exist.

This wired web of connection is no longer just an inner picture. It has moved from some woman literally plugging in a cable to connect you. To the majority of our contacts being routed through a machine the size of the planet. A machine almost ready to take full control over those connections. The when, with whom, for how long, the content, the quality, the value. All is measured, weighed and approved. Or not. All based on a faulty image¹of how we connect.

Let’s replace it with a more accurate one.

Connections are not physical first. Even if there is a very material link the energy travelling along that bond is not. Bond. Binding. I haven’t yet used that word for connections. It is important though, while we paint a new picture. The idea of a web of linear relations is not how energetic bonds work. The image of lines hooked, of one way streams invading, of you tied up by limiting ropes, or leaching tubes bringing in medicine, poison, or taking blood, stealing chi, draining life force is not very helpful or accurate. It is a material perspective. Particles and building blocks. Gears and tubes. Flesh and bones. Linear. Not real. Just a representation.

You are surrounded by spheres.

There is a better version. An upgrade to the worn out representation. One that serves you better. Whatever you think this ‘you’ is, it is in a sphere. One or many, does not matter. They are many, they are one. You are connected to all of them. Spheres in spheres, spheres next to spheres, the one sphere that holds all and the tiny spheres we focus on, like the sphere you and your love retreat to. You and your book, you in your car, you with your eyes closed, you sad and locked down in the tight room, you on top of a hill in a thunderstorm soaked by warm summer rain listening to a live recording of ‘fix you’ while tears come streaming… are in multiple spheres that are one. All spheres you are connected to at all times surround you. You are bound with unimaginable depth. A blinding depth. That is how you are connected to all else.

A small warning or adjustment; the sphere I point at is not a bubble. Bubble is an image from the other pile. Bubbles pop. And then nothing remains but a stain on the carpet.

These spheres are very different. There is a core and a periferie. From dense to ethereal. No hard boundaries. Infinite density and even more mind-blowing: eternally etheric. Stretching to where the bond ends. Exactly the same size as the whole sphere, the one.

You and your sphere.

Sometimes it is big, expansive. Other days it shrinks until you seem unable to move, to breathe. You and ‘your’ sphere? Is it? Yours I mean? Yes, the dense bit has you. The first layer holds you. The infinitely impenetrable. It can’t be shot, or hooked, or pierced, or broken, or scratched.

The most dense bit is You. Nothing that surrounds you can touch or damage You. Nothing comes close to being strong enough. This is the reason for the sphere. It holds you, gives you space to roam, air to breathe. The atmosphere.

The You in your sphere chooses to reach out. The very permeable outer stratosphere is connected to the other you’s in their spheres.

From this perspective the incoming attacks enter the etherial outer layers and then the friction rises until they burn up. Like meteors. Your sphere is as big as a planet. It is as small as your private space. It overlaps many. Some by choice, many unavoidably.

If your ‘perceived you’ aligns up with the actual You at the core of your sphere the severed connections are repaired. Sounds simple but its fucking hard. Letting go of the perceived you and following the movements of the actual You. It involves your likes and, drumroll, your dislikes.

Did you ask how?

If you hoped for an answer on this one I must disappoint you. I do not have answers because there are none. Not like the ones we are used to. Asking how is an inner attitude, a habit. A constant question, listening, alert and vigilant for the constant answer. Some call this centering. Some call it praying. Some call it seeking. Some call it growing. It is living. Hard as hell.

I feel like crying. For the world. For us, lost. For me, unable. I feel like crying, for the light that scares me the most. Yours and mine. I fear those real connections. The pain I inflict on myself and others.

Spheres are not a new idea. Reality consisting of small globules, little bundles of energy has been around for a while. But until I saw their connective power extended to all levels of existence it was just another image. Molecules, nuclei, photons, were all different particles. A sun, a circus and a book are all very different. Until I saw the connection. They are all spheres.

You may think spheres equal circles or round objects like crystal balls but they do not. A circle is defined by its boundary. It has a line, a shell, a surface, an in and an out. A ball is a thing that ends at its suface. While there can be circles, orbs, rings, layers, chambers in spheres and spheres in all kinds of containers, I point at something of a different kind. Very real, undeniably present and measurable in many ways but without the material boundaries. Is that spirit? You tell me, what I do know is that the properties of this energetic reality are ignored. Somewhere in the past we have started seeing matter as separate from energy. This is simply not true.

I must deepen the image, give it more depth and colour to better convey the richness of this visualisation. Earth is a sphere. A material one. So dense at the core it has its own field of gravity holding the spheric shape, thinning out at the ‘surface’, the place we live and walk around. And extending into space energetically. Permeable on the outside, less and less toward the core.

Seen from a material perspective its shell is light and the heart is dark.

Spirit, I always saw as light at the core. A spark in a vast darkness. A little light, a candle flame easily blown out, extinguished.

Then I found spirit is much stronger than that. Examples of bright sunlike radiation. They were out there. In other people. In the world. Up in the sky. Unapproachable. This turned out to be my assumption of separateness, of fragmentation. Of an unconnected view. An inability to see the invisible.

Spirit and matter are one. Much easier to see if we replace the word spirit with energy.

The earths core is energy. Light in a vast darkness. Our eyes cannot see that. We must imagine the invisible. Seen from matter it is dark, seen from spirit it is light. Earth is both. All spheres (the ones we can ‘see’) are both. All we can see also has an invisible sphere. Can you imagine the complexity of that little sentence? No matter what you focus on, big or small, far or near, complete or incomplete it has a sphere of infinite depth. Not just limited to the eyes, but involving all we can detect, sense.

The earth of course is not one thing, not one sphere. It is rock and water and a few other bits. No earth remains if you take them away one by one. Its a clump of spheres.

Clumps

Like you and me. We are clumps. And us clumps are part of the clump called earth. We are shifting clumps of uncountable spheres that form spheres themselves. And something happens in clumps. Energetically I mean. If those permeable balls flock together, if they approach each other to form chains, and circles, and bundles, groupings, masses, something happens. The spheres in the spheres react, they connect more intensely the closer they get. And it seems, once made, the connection can never be lost. But let’s not go there and try to explain the image, the cosmic joke, and keep enjoying the fireworks.

Sounds are spheres. When they come together they form chains and light up. The energy in them starts whirling. Gets excited. Even more so if the sound-spheres are connected to symbols. The sound seems lost but is still in there. A book is a bundle of soundspheres folded into a battery of energy.

Spheres have no form. Their permeating quality runs through our physical boundaries. A quality that connects. The sphere of a song is the sum of all the parts interplaying, creating something not present in the parts. The sphere is the unification of opposites, the expression of tension. It has no need for collapsing. It just seeks change.

The landscape bathing in the fading light of a setting sun becomes a whole new place. This essential spheric interaction is denied by the material view of circles. Circles are impenetrable unless broken. Spheres are permeable. And they coincide. How to get inside the unbreakable circles? By entering the sphere. Now you simply walk through the walls. Security will not see you.

See? Energy is not lost, it changes, transforms, travels from sphere to sphere. It splits and joins, clashes and spreads, it flows. It resists because it aligns with the dense core that is You.

People are spheres, something happens when they get together. People with people. And people with trees, with eagles, with flea.

I am a sphere in many spheres. Your sphere is in my sphere as you read this. I think we still are in the garden. We haven’t been chased out. Because on an energetic level that is impossible. We still are in the sphere of the garden because the garden is in the sphere. We just lost sight. Could only see circles.

Colours have no boundaries they slowly change into another.

I know, my story here is just an image. Just a way to look at something ultimately not to be pinned down. A visual of the invisible. It can’t be used to explain. It will fall apart if pushed too hard. But let’s push a bit more, squeeze out the last drops of essence from this.

Spheres move and are moved.

These words have quite the impact. While a sphere has continuity, every move has impact. Every connection has a permanence and a living exchange. Things change and stay the same. Relations change and stay the same. We have agency and we do not have agency. We are bound. This binding goes deep. And while I can’t oversee the mystical depth. The full meaning. I can see a consolation. The change we cause, and the change that overcomes us are superficial shifts of energy exchange. Not unimportant. But also not the whole picture. If our body shifts from relative health through pain and sickness into death. You still are in the sphere. You remain. Yes, when you die, you remain in me and in the cosmos and all that. But that’s vague, sort of empty. Like particle re-distribution. Recycling. No, I mean You remain. Like you where before. Like you have been. See, the difference dissolves. The all important differentiations loop back into the bigger sphere. It is not lost. Nothing is lost or without value. It cannot be. We do not fade on an energy level, on the spirit plane, we are rejoined. The incompleteness, the imperfection, the limited perspective, those are not mistakes, not problems to be solved. They belong in the sphere. You belong here. Claiming that is the ultimate act of rebellion².

That’s the bigger sphere holding us.

And what I ran into a lot is that as soon as people catch a glimpse of the bigger sphere they drop all and run there. They dismiss the plain, the mundane, the in their eyes now imperfect material shit. Their eyes have opened to the important, the higher. And all I see is a blindness. Because the bigger sphere can be seen in each and every sphere. At each level. The high is not better or closer to the bigger sphere. None of the spheres within the sphere are better representatives than any other conglomeration. There is no leading city, no special spot, no race, no person, no holy object that is more important in this scheme. The most humble is a complete reflection as much as the purest gold. Size is not an indicator. There is no merit in accomplishment. We cannot work our way towards worthiness. There is no center. The sphere is the center.

Do not resist

So how to become invincible? The achilles heel of the wired attempt lies in its on/off nature. A line can be cut. Muted or unplugged. Physically yes, but even more so on the energetic level. Turn away from the voices and signals distracting you. The ropes pulling you forward, holding you back. Something as simple as turning off the sound causes an internal shift towards the core. A widening takes place. Get to know this feeling. And pay attention to the narrowing too. Learn to move to and fro. Small steps, because switching off presents itself as losing hold. I can assure you you will not fall. The artificial hold does not function in the energetic realm. You are learning to distinguish between real hold and the whole full coloured high definition lexicon of manmade products that make false promises. You aligning with You, is learning the truth. A truth that is yours. This is the core that is your reference point, your point of view. Free from likes and dislikes, opinions and needs. It is not about getting there. Your job is to learn to feel, sense when you get closer, and when you drift away.

Something relaxes in me when I imagine the spheric nature of this experience. My true agency seems to wake up and looks around eagerly to find something to do, to play with. My core awes in wonder. I am here for the discovery. To expand my sphere. Not by conquer. By permeation. Mutual permeation. By being fragile and naked and open to the light of other spheres. Ready to rejoin. Ready to step in and link up and shine. I am the energy you are. I am the spirit that is the spirit. Death does not frighten me. I know the way home. I am

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1. Wired connections do appear in nature. So the image in itself is not wrong, just incomplete, emphasising an aspect. The mistake lies in the overall application, in excluding the bigger picture.

2. Exploring this act of rebellion is worth a separate post, a whole series even.