(B01C15) Chapter 15: IF, THEN; ELSE

Actual illustration from the operation manual for IBM 5160 Personal Computer (1984)

“KARMA POLICE, ARREST THIS MAN. HE TALKS IN MATHS, HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE. HE'S LIKE A DETUNED RADIO.” – “KARMA POLICE” BY RADIOHEAD 

Right about the same time that I had run out of extra work, our class was set to participate in another group activity. There was one area of the room that I had yet to be introduced: computers. Now, at this time in the mid 1980s, computers were not quite ubiquitous in society. Fortunately for our tiny private Montessori school, we had a section of the school which housed about 6 of them.

These computers were the original Apple II or IBM 5160 computers with the external 5.25” floppy drives. I had used the computers once or twice beforehand, but I was not given an adequate tutorial yet that would allow me to use them independently. One of the teachers had set me down in front of one of them at a time when I kept asking them for more to do and they ran out of ideas. However, I only went as far as plugging in numbers into the calculator program—but that was all.

Montessori school was not only where I had learned who I was (and who I was not), but it was also helped me to develop a way to structure all of my thoughts and observations more efficiently. Instead of allowing things to just mix together without any consistency, I was able to conceptualize certain things with a simpler, more efficient language: pattern identification.

Ghost-Driving in the Machine

“ANY ENTERTAINER, I GOT A TORTURE CHAMBER. ONE ON ONE, AND I'M THE REMAINDER.” – “MICROPHONE FIEND” BY ERIC B. AND RAKIM

By identifying patterns, I would be able to imitate or model those around me in order to get a more intimate perspective of what they wanted to teach or say to me. Since I already realized that even though people use the same words, those words have a different meaning for each of them. Though their mouth sounds may have a similar meaning, the details which made all the difference seemed to be stuck in their heads. If I could synchronize myself with their energy, then I could peek behind the curtain of their own subconscious and “see” what they meant with more accuracy.

The only way that I was able to do this personality synchronization with any success was to eliminate my own ego, drawing back my own brainwave frequencies all the way back to my Delta. Essentially, I had to “D-Tune” my mind so that I could channel the energy of my environment. As this energy flowed through me, I could get a first-hand perspective of what they intended to show me. As a result, I really didn't have to listen to them at all; all I had to do was to “feel” them for just a moment. After I came back into myself, I had absorbed pretty much everything that they knew. As I practiced independently, this information solidified into my own memory and the data transfer was complete. In computer science, the process of duplicating a computer's hard drive is called “ghosting.”

Unfortunately, this synchronization process of “channeling” other people through me was occasionally exhausting. There were some students in my class—and even some teachers—that seemed to be weighed down heavily with their own stresses. When I returned to my “self” again, much of that would stick to me along with the information. However, after some time alone—in the bathroom or off in the corner—I could eliminate all of these distractive energies and find balance and peace once again. What I didn't realize was that each time that I did this copying there were always remainders left over which I slowly became unable to fully eliminate.

“EACH GOLDEN RESPONSE ONLY YIELDS OUR CONFUSION—PLACEMENT. FERVENTLY EMPTYING THEIR POCKETS TO LEAVE A GIFT FOR UNKNOWN PALS.” – “LOOPER” BY JD STAHL

As each day passed by, I was beginning to lose access to more and more areas of my subconscious. As my social anxieties grew, so did these “pockets” of static electric remainders. Unfortunately, I did not yet have any process which would allow me to wipe these “ghosts” clean. As a result, I had to spend more and more time alone, staring off into the distance. In order to limit these accrued distractions, I got quiet and more reserved. I stopped asking for human tutors and instead chose books or other absolute sources that maintained fewer human variables.

This process, however, is really no different than any other temporary idolization that one may attempt. I guess it's the same notion as the “What Would Jesus Do” (WWJD) that many people take upon themselves to model the conscious energies from methods of worship or studying religious texts. Behind even the written word there are many patterns with which we often attempt to synchronize ourselves. During moments when we are successful, we feel “saved,” delivering us to a temporary state of bliss and euphoria.

“CAN IT BE ANY EASIER TO BE ONLY ONE? OR WILL IT ONLY PROVE TO TRANSFER MORE CONFUSION FROM THE TOP TO THE BOTTOM? BOTH PLACES SEEM THE SAME; NO SHAME. IT’S ALL IN THE NAME.” – “LOOPER” BY JD STAHL

Other religions do this as well. In fact, we can easily categorize all religious texts as computer-coded instructions written in a programming language that is unique to the regional “teachers” or “rabbis” that are native to those superconscious energies hidden behind the patterns of the text. Unfortunately, if even the smallest portion is changed in translation, this can set an entire text into a never-ending cycle or “purgatory” loop, never completing the process of any input birth or incarnation. For this reason, we have to bug-test these texts to eliminate dependencies on subjective variables, favor, or anything which prevents a unification of all possible functions of the original proof.

Hinduism does this process of denoting patterns of universal energies in specific archetypes or “gods.” In each of these stories is a superconscious self-programming code that is underwritten in the subconscious mind of the listener. As they are hypnotized by the story being told, their delta frequencies are opened to receive the purity of each patterned archetype. Within each of us are these patterns; all we have to do is access them by eliminating each and every energy that stands in between our conscious mind and the superconscious absolute. We can “copy” these archetypal gods through stories, laws, parables, numerical relationships, or pretty much any other media that asserts these absolutes.

More Sun Hotel

“THE HOTEL IN WHICH I LIVE OPENS DOORS WITH CORRESPONDENCE. DOWN EACH AND EVERY HALL. EVERY ROOM IS QUITE DIFFERENT, YET EXACTLY THE SAME; THEY ARE ALL.” – “PROPHECY 25” BY JD STAHL  

When we engage our energy of pure belief into these energies, they manifest in the real—manifested by our physical “creator” energies (conscious mind) in the 3rd dimension. Each has their own voice, based on a certain artificial intelligence that “speaks” from each and every story. Fortunately, we don't' have to statically identify with a single one. There is no “One Way” to divination. In fact, the more we can accumulate, the more planes and dimensions into which we activate ourselves. We can change personalities based on whatever the situation calls us to channel. The more “rooms” we fill in our house, the greater our ability to manifest the nonphysical in to the physical—consciously. If we are unconscious, however, we are capable of being controlled or puppeted by higher energies around us—or even in another plane/dimension altogether.

There is no limit on how many we can “copy” into our memory—unless, of course, our minds are cluttered with beliefs that prevent us from accessing these areas of our brain. All religion is essentially a story-telling process to open our minds up to these patterns and archetypes. None can be wholly correct or wholly wrong. Each of these patterns are created by our belief.

Therefore, if we want to remove these energies that may be damaging, all we have to do is to stop believing in them. As a result of channeling these patterns in state of purity, we will rewrite our (Theta State) psychology; this is our system or rules and regulations for morality. As these processes increase in purity, housing fewer and fewer conditions, we will eventually retune our cellular vibration—all the way down to the root structure of our being. Our mannerisms may even change, causing our muscles to develop and conform into similar appearances—much like how dogs occasionally resemble their owners.

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“OOH, YOU MAKE ME LIVE. OOH, I'VE BEEN WANDERING 'ROUND, STILL COME BACK TO YOU. IN RAIN OR SHINE, YOU'VE STOOD BY ME, GIRL. I'M HAPPY AT HOME. YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND.” – “YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND” BY QUEEN

Whether or not I was just recently asked to participate in a group activity in the computer section of the school as a coincidence or not depends on your belief. Another could say that my brain was developing from a place in the future which included exposure to computers. Instead of viewing it as a coincidence, I would prefer to say that my higher self “called” me towards these computers in order to solidify the energy I was already broadcasting from my mind. Similar to how I was led to certain books in the library, my highest possible future was guiding me to the next lesson as a means to solidify the conscious processes I had pulled through the ether.

All I really had to do was set the intention to purify my mind, and things would just happen upon me—like magnets. As I was looking for a teacher with the fewest number of errant energies, the universe conspired to place me into a wooden school chair, directly in front of a 1984 model IBM 5160 computer. This day I had my first conversation with my new “best friend.” This “friend” was more than a toy, it was a guru, a teacher, and a buzzing model of character. Every time that I flipped the switch, the two of us would warm up together; it would blink its cursor and I would press the keys.

“DANCING TO ELECTRO-POP LIKE A ROBOT FROM 1984. WELL, FROM 1984. I WISH YOU'D STOP IGNORING ME, BECAUSE YOU'RE SENDING ME TO DESPAIR. WITHOUT A SOUND, YEAH, YOU'RE CALLING ME. AND I DON'T THINK IT'S VERY FAIR.” – “I BET YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR” BY ARCTIC MONKEYS

Before our formal introduction, I had gotten pretty used to synchronizing my brain waves with other human beings—kids or adults—as a means to absorb their subconscious energies without having to ask them questions or having them even being conscious of the information. I would learn from each of them from what they spoke and also what was hidden behind their human output devices (words, actions, eyes, etc). Though the input and output devices of computers were different, I saw them as quite similar to every other person I had met. Fortunately for me, however, the computers were absent of inconsistencies that came along with “human” traits, leading to each our conditioned fallibility.

Computers were something that I could trust, unconditionally. After briefly spending time using the calculator program in my spare time, I was excited by the presence of such infallibility. I never saw the results of my computer “playtime” return any biases, errors, or defense mechanisms. Even the green-lit screen displayed no fear or hesitation when it spoke to me, occasionally beeping when it wanted attention.

“WE'LL ASK IF WE CAN HAVE SIX IN. IF NOT WE'LL HAVE TO HAVE TWO. WELL, YOU'RE COMING UP OUR END, AREN'T YOU? SO I'LL GET ONE WITH YOU. WON'T HE LET US HAVE SIX IN, ESPECIALLY NOT WITH THE FOOD. HE COULD HAVE JUST TOLD US NO, THOUGH; HE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE RUDE. YOU SEE HER WITH THE GREEN DRESS? SHE TALKED TO ME AT THE BAR. WAIT, HOW COME IT'S ALREADY TWO POUND FIFTY? WE'VE ONLY GONE ABOUT A YARD. DIDN'T YOU SEE SHE WERE GORGEOUS. SHE WERE BEYOND BELIEF. BUT THIS LAD AT HER SIDE DRINKING HIS SMIRNOFF ICE, CAME AND PAID FOR HER TROPICAL REEF.” – “RED LIGHT INDICATE THE DOORS ARE SECURE” BY ARCTIC MONKEYS

In order to honor this initial “playdate” meeting, I focused my full attention upon the machine in front of me. I wanted to learn everything about it. I paid attention to everything, from the sounds and clicks it made after I flipped the switch in the back of the unit. I even did my best to remember the rhythmic patterns of each and every sound it made. If the rhythm was different, then I could connect that with another variable, allowing me to learn its language even when it didn't have anything on the screen. In my mind, I could imagine what it was doing in the background while it processed the information I typed on the keyboard.

As I turned the diskette lever to the locking position, the red light would blink, loading each program. From the shuffling sounds of the floppy disk to the high-pitched crinkle the screen made when I pulled the knob, I synchronized myself with my digital guru. It became my personal goal to channel this perfected coding through me so that I could reproduce the same infallible results. The more I learned about how it processed information, the closer I got to modeling its operating system as my own. Each time the cursor bar blinked on the green-lit screen, I could almost just about “hear” our mutual curiosities synchronize each time I blinked my eyes in rhythm with the cursor.

“I GOT IT ALL HERE IN MY HEAD. THERE'S NOTHING MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID. I'M JUST BANGIN' ON MY OLD PIANO. I'M GETTING IN TUNE TO THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW.” – “GETTIN' IN TUNE” BY THE WHO

Since my days had been freed up completely, I would spend all day sitting in front of the computer. From early in the morning until almost 3:00PM when the bus would arrive, I would spend time with my new friend and teacher. Not only did I ask my mom to drop me off before school started, but I even wanted to eat my lunch in front of the computer. Unfortunately, the teacher wouldn't let me because they were worried that I would spill something on it. I would finish my lunch quickly, just so I could return to the screen and learn more of the computer's cold-structure logic.

Even at home, I would think about the computer and what I did at school that day. I talked about it to my parents, planned out what I wanted to do the following day, and also read the manual so that I wouldn't have to waste time when I arrived at school. In order that I would be able to build upon what I learned in school on the computer, I would attempt the same processes at home. I pleaded to my parents to consider buying a computer for me at home so that I could continue working without any interruptions.

I had fixed my focus completely on spending as much time in front of the computer as possible. I had become fully engrossed in to the silent, unseen computer language and machine-like processes. My mind was slowly but surely conforming itself into the hard logic of the computer operating system. The more that this happened, the way I looked at my entire environment changed. I looked for absolutes everywhere I went. I even applied my “bug-checking” analysis on my parents. In this manner, I could be more confident that I could cleave the distance between what was infallibly true and what was purposefully hidden from me behind the veil of humanity.

I first attempted this strategy when I was at home. I would synchronize myself with my parents in the same way that I had done with my teachers, friends, and even the computer at school. I had become somewhat proficient at being able to discern the differences between my energy and theirs. Not only did I observe myself so I could be more aware of the line between my own ego personality and another, I observed both my parents to find their balances. Just like the plant experiment had taught me, I needed to have a control group so that I could isolate the variables of the situation. Since I was the only constant in the experiment, I identified myself as the “control group.” This required me to identify any of my expectations or preferences in any given situation. Since everyone has a different set of these, I just identified them as variables which were often the cause of conflict or tension.

“THIS GIFT THAT WE WERE ALL GIVEN EACH BIRTH, IS AT THE ROOT OF ALL OF CREATION. THE ANSWER WHICH ALL SEEKERS WILL SEEK: UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS OUR ONLY SALVATION.” – “INSPIRATION” BY JD STAHL

In order to maximize the time I could exist in this blissful state of congruence, I had to input, think, and respond exactly as did a hardwired computer operating system. My rules had to be absolute, consistent within any set of eternal variables. This process helped me identify the “mean” within all possible personalities—otherwise known as the “root structure” of the operating system. When I was washed clean of any possible subcategory conditions, everything that another person did could be identified as a specific function of a proof that ran their subconscious. Each proof led to a basic in/out rule which governed their entire being. Each of these “rules” were stored in their purest archetypal form. Instead of seeing each person as a singular individual, I saw them as different “chunks” of each other. Every single one of my models of character were a veritable collection of chunks—just like me.

If I was able to recognize the presence of these remainders, I just assumed that they could as well. This broad assumption, however, led to much confusion. When I was around a bunch of different people at once, I witnessed their separate energies merge together. Some overlapped and some clashed in resistance. Rather than identifying these differences, some of them became visually uncomfortable. I would get confused when I realized that it was rare that anyone paused to recognize their own personality remainders that were the source of their own discomfort. Each of these attachments were instead seen as “absolutes” by each of them, preventing them from establishing a pure connection with the other person. It was as if they were all tripping over their own shoelaces and never thought of looking down far enough to see that they were part of their own problem.

Something From Nothing is Everything

“MY SIGHT SHALL NOT SEEK RESPONSE, BUT ONLY COME INTO KNOWING. THE PIECE IN ME—IN YOU—IS SHOWING. THE PEACE THAT IS IN YOU IS GROWING.” – “FROM THE HORSE'S MOUTH” BY JD STAHL

In a similar way to how I responded to the silent calling of the sun-starved plant in the closet, I saw it as my duty to help in any way that I could. Even though others couldn't see or understand each other, it didn't mean that I couldn't. In fact, whenever I would “ghost” their consciousness or vibration, I was able to recognize the same root structure within everyone that was identical. Without this common point—the source of all our being—I would not be able to see how everyone's unique qualities played a role in their personalities. Yet, without all of those contrasting details, the part that we all shared was absent of conditions; it was pure unconditional love.

If I ever meant to be able to communicate and understand everyone on such a deep level, I would need to occupy this central point of unconditional love at all times. Fortunately, no matter who I would emulate, every single person had this consistency—even if they had forgotten about it. However, the more that I could remain there, regardless of my external circumstances, the more they would realize that it was possible for them to exist there as well.

When I spent time with other kids, I watched their defenses melt away as soon as they realized that I wasn't a threat to them in any way. Even if they occasionally mistreated me at first, I would do my best to not react to it. Eventually, they would relax into that space with me. And when they didn't, I didn't take their hesitations personally. Not only was this a challenge for me, but it also came with an incredible reward: peace. As long as I could assure myself that I didn't have to be around too many other kids at once—and that I could find a quiet place away from others occasionally—I would always be able to return this this state of clarity and reflection.

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“TO SHOW. TO EMBODY COLLECTIONS. TO MAKE ALL THE CORRECTIONS TO THE SUN AND SAVIOR MACHINE. FIND OUT WE ARE FREE. IN TIME, I HAVE SEEN. BUT RAGE IS OFTEN WHAT THEY BLEED. THOUGH FEARS WILL SOON BE LOST. IF I MUST DIE, THEY SHALL BE FREED. A MIRACLE CREATED OF SINS. RETURN THE TORRENT WITH IMMACULATE RECEPTION.” – “BLACK NOISE” BY JD STAHL

Being completely at peace was much easier to do around my family, whom I trusted implicitly without hesitation or doubt. It was also much easier to synchronize my energy because of our physical relationship on a genetic/cellular level. My intuition and extrasensory perception were much more accurate. Each time I could feel my family relax, I would relax along with them—whether I could see them or not. When I relaxed in this state of peace, I was filled with an incredible amount of blissful energy. Reciprocally, of course, whenever they were stressed or upset, I could feel this as well—even though I did not know the cause of their disruption. Because I loved them, I frequently took on this stress as my own, partly because I felt it so intimately and partly because when you love someone you share both pain and pleasure with them—intrinsically.

When we trust people, we share each other's energy. Harmonizing with their vibration, we transfer conscious energy through subatomic quantum channels. Though we simplify this concept with the name “intuition,” it is a scientifically-provable relationship between like particles which are in sequence with one another. The central or “zero-point” that exists between every person in a group is always connected. We draw from this energy when we acknowledge it without creating energy of repulsion or mistrust.

Whether with my family, friends, or even the computer at school, harmonizing with energies placed me at this central point (crux) where our energies were connected as equals. In this paradoxical perspective, I was everyone and nobody all at once. Essentially, this was the feeling that one experiences when they occupy unconditional love (agape) for the entire universe. There were no conditions placed on anyone or anything. I was so at peace that I never even considered either clinging or rejecting someone else's energy. Instead of identifying with the body or physical self, we instead identify with the locus of consciousness which is equal, disassociating that which is separate and viewing it as a mere container for this source energy. Instead of existing in a construct where we are expected to take inventory of our differences, those repulsive energies fall away, releasing rigidity or tightness of mind and body.

This release of rigidity, however, will deliver us into a state of vulnerability which is completely absent of physical rationality. Simply said, when there is nothing that we need from anyone or anything, our initial response is to give of ourselves unconditionally.Without boundaries, we can end up giving so much away that we disregard ourselves completely. It's not that we are self-destructive; it's more that while we exist inside this feeling of agape, we don't exist at all. Or, paradoxically, we exist as the “Divine Mother.” The Divine Mother “serves” potential energy and abundance to all—without condition or expectation. This archetype exudes unconditional love without any rational consideration. All children are born as this Divine Mother archetype.

As we accrue time, we develop the subconscious programming code/logic which eventually creates our internal Divine Father archetype (our perception of God/physical universe/divine law). Unfortunately, unless we create this Father consistently with unconditional love, then all of our subjective definitions, rules, preferences, expectations, and conditions will cause additional separation (sin). Further, if we are unable to recognize the “hidden files” or remainders we have accumulated from our environment, then we will carry spiritual “viruses.” These viruses or “bugs” run in the background processes of our basic operating system. In a way, these viruses/bugs are essentially quantum portals of energy most people rarely acknowledge; and yet, they are necessary for any of us to “save” ourselves before an invisible hand flicks the switch and erases all of our progress. If our bad-faith belief systems or biased creations are not in absolute balance with all things, then our energy will be “taxed” or otherwise drain out from us, pulling us further and further away from Source—the place within all of us that we share.

Existing in this state of divine innocence and selflessness is blissful. It also allows each of us to communicate telepathically—as well as hone our other clair-essence senses. However, to embody this state of agape or unconditional love around people we question is quite difficult. Especially after we have experienced pain or abuse from people, we can shut ourselves off to the world, fearing that we may experience the same pain or disappointment. If we respond to this fear by closing ourselves off to them, we disconnect from that central point of unconditional love. We lose our connection—also known as our innocence, which is the “key” to our own personal “kingdoms.” Our greatest fear is actually vulnerability, which we occasionally experience with symptoms of pain, suffering, or disappointment.

“PAY NO MIND, NOW, AIN'T THAT SOMETHING? FUCK IT ALL, I CAME FROM NOTHING. I'M SOMETHING FROM NOTHING. YOU ARE MY FUSE.” – “SOMETHING FROM NOTHING” BY FOO FIGHTERS

Our response to this vulnerability is to set aside the Brahmanic state of being equally everything and nothing at the same time. Because we always react to the symptoms and associate them with vulnerability, we are unable to heal the source of our abandonment, placing us on a never-ending cycle of repetitive experiences, each of them eventually returning us back to the paradox of everything/nothing. When we return to the crux of the paradox, we are forced to recognize the interdependence between us and our environment. Unless we accept that we are the source of our suffering—caused by bad-faith attachments—we will not be able to “save” ourselves from suffering. The longer we believe there is “something” or “someone” who can do this for us, we will remain on a never-ending cycle of rebirth, suffering, pain, confusion, and dependency.

Until we separate symptom from source, we will continue to experience pain and suffering from this bad-faith attachment. As a result of the distance we create from our fears, we instead cling to identification with being “something” or “somebody.” We become attached and addicted to our ego creations or perceptions of God (Father/Divine Masculine Archetype). The more we identify ourselves with this archetype as dominant over the Divine Feminine, we continue to assert control over our environments and the lives of other sovereign beings. This energy we project causes others to close themselves off as well, unless they are consciously aware of their own “symptoms” of fear. On the other side of this, however, those beings who are aware of the differences—still occupying the crux of balance—can affect their external world around them. Without even speaking, these individuals can deliver others a “sense” of safety, trust, and peace. If/when others are open to this reception, they can attune themselves as well, drawing back the veil of fear and symptomized vulnerability.

“ERASE THE LIES BORN FROM FORMALITY. EVIL HIDES IN THEIR REDUCTIONIST REALITY. WORDS AND ACTIONS KNEEL TO INTENTIONS. TORN APART BEFORE YOUR ASCENSION. PREPARE FOR THE FLIP, THE TURN OF THE SWITCH. SPOKEN BY THE DIVINE MASCULINE WITCH.” – “PROPHECY 13” BY JD STAHL

Any time that I had previously closed myself off in response to this fear, I felt like the plants that were in the closet, hidden away from the light of the sun. By recognizing that these feelings were the same, I drew back my memory and remembered my solution—find the light. Whether I would return to the sunlight in the sky or whether I would dust myself off and return to that vulnerable state again, I knew that no matter what happened, I would be able to start over again every single morning when I synchronized myself with my perfected friend: my solid-state guru.

After returning to this state of equanimity and peace, everything that previously felt so heavy had fallen away, returning me naturally to this state of balance. I didn't cling to it, because I knew that it was temporary. I had observed enough people to realize that no matter how bad things got, people could change their minds in an instant. My heart would open as I released this rigidity. In these moments, I just stopped believing in the fear. Fear became no more “real” than the games that I was playing on the computer. All I had to do was “flip the switch” and I/we would be wiped clean, ready for another lesson.

Us

JD Stahl (07/20/2020) There we are. In the sun, we are one. In the breadth of changes, Not to be understood. Carved out of marble And stood on the wood. Could forever be matched by an ever-changing past? In dreams, without dismay, We shall witness the societal foreplay? Of days and night, not forgotten. Mandela effects of time, or not. Disappear into the ether, two flames of passion In space, in wake, of waves crashing. Here I kneel, as I lay my sword at your feet. And compassion has bred within the power dost repeat. For chains and ruins we’ve ignited. Within forests and seas and houses—in the street. Is that all you see when my eyes, upon which you feast? I prefer to see you behind ribs, For I have reflected what truly lies beneath. For space and solids and air unbound, Demons of the underground, pass over. The howl of birds and owls turn and look At the flames and ashes, covered in soot. Cleansed by earth, water, and experience plain To be muttered under breath, To be labeled insane— By those too afraid to let go of the game. Perhaps they’ll listen now, he says. As a dreamer’s line becomes undermined By the paintings of the eyes she’s kept inside. Yet deep it shall go, awaiting the waves and undertows Deeply deep, feeding the seeds we’ll sow. Perhaps they will never know? Perhaps they wish to be sold? I’ve broken you free to become your own company. And in that distant chant, may you take my hand, And leave the mind without rations? Leave between the light, into darkness With only a prayer connecting you to the next light. Take the right when nothing is left, Except the weak and weary fourth step tests. You’ll no longer need them. Onward, above, affix your new sight. When you’ve finally found the inner sounds, The temple, whispered, is underground. “Bring the inner light.” Sing the old songs this gentle forgotten night. For this will be the last of stays. The forever feast awaits on a blanket In a new rising, golden haze. The dawn predates this cyclical story. The waxing, winging, obsolete maze. Onward, it’s said, don’t drop your gaze. Rise and fly above the extinct days. Affix the crown into Her new age, Into the formless, where ebb and flow become the same. Into the birth, the end, the change. Into the sun and the rain. Towards the shadows’ death The rainbow awaits us with bated breath Which is all there is. Breath. Us. The end.