A frequency generated within by a lack of disruptive thought patterns has opened a door. Is the door an entrance or an exit? At this point, does it really matter? Going through this wavedoor, we exit “reality” and enter our own field of consciousness, like a torus passing through itself. The thing about the matter-pattern we usually wake into is that whether or not we realize that we are consciousness experiencing itself, we return. So entering the wavedoor does not actually change anything, at least to our mind-based perception of the hologram which composes everything, including our bodies. But inside, intuitively, we know something has changed. We have chosen to be here. It is our choice entirely, as facets of one awareness, to be here and experience things at this frequency of space and time. Awakenings don't quite matter in the end, as we all awake each day into the world that we have chosen, and all that we experience is exactly what we wanted, whether we know it or not.
As stated before, synchronicity is an awareness of awareness, as is everything in existence. Synchromysticism is like surfing a nice wave instead of simply watching it crash to shore. Synchronicity involves a perceptual bending of space and time, in that patterns which occupy space form a pattern in time in a coherent event. We are all at once synchronized with everything in existence, whether we are aware of synchronicity or not, which is beautiful. The waves are affecting us, and we are affecting the waves, because we are one and the same experiencing itself. The fractal infinity of subdividing reality runnels are all linked eternally to one source. Meaning that the symbols we see are ourselves, as is everything in existence.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Invisible Man In A Fluorescent Suit
Fortunately, things are not as they seem. The only problem here is that there is no readily available portal to enter the reality we all seek. Even with things like sync, it is not a constant state of mind unless one truly makes an effort (ed - This may not be the case for everyone, but for me, I can fall "out of sync" completely, usually in more chaotic states, so perhaps it is more an effect of not wanting to relate synchronicity to bad states of mind). I have days where I wake up and check twitter immediately to see what's going on in Sync-land (in case some of you are curious as to where the Sync Whole is active 24/7, look for us on twitter) and some days where it just doesn't pass my mind. This is exactly how I feel it is supposed to be, working in the background yet you can return any time you like, making it a very low-maintenance form of gnosis. As far as existing solely in the realm of everlasting joy, I have not found any sort of permanent solution yet. I'm curious as to whether one will ever actually exist, since the third dimension is sort of like an experimenting ground, a plane to work out problems and fix bugs in our program. Without it I feel things might be a lot less interesting. A lot less tedious and painful as well, but what can we do?
I had an interesting weekend. I tried explaining synchronicity to a friend as we drove to Alabama. Needless to say I didn't "awaken" him, but I told him this was going to be the case, no matter who was telling him. My entire weekend was one big synchromystic tour ride, witnessing the connectedness between all things and just breathing it all in. To document it all wouldn't only be unnecessary, but also very tedious, no matter how amazing it is at the time. On this trip, I marveled at the silly things people do to occupy their dreaming mind, gasped at the monotony of most peoples' lives and sat in peace with myself while others clearly needed a break from the reality they've thought themselves into.
To keep from sounding completely self-centered and rude, it was a very introspective weekend where I felt almost completely detached from "the world around me", as they put it, feeling miles and miles away, and it worried me a little when I couldn't quite relate to a group of people I was somewhat forced to be around. I've had a history of social anxiety, but it's quickly becoming something I'm growing out of, which is a very good thing. Even then, my inner and outer silence within a group of people who are clearly more comfortable socially was very testing and awkward, and I couldn't help but think if I had given in and drank alcohol with them rather than sipping japanese green tea, the night would have gone a little smoother for me.
But without these tests, we would have no more space to grow. We would be content with the path we've taken, ignorant to other viewpoints, existing in a corner shrinking in on us rather than exploring our inner selves and seeing what's beyond the horizon. Without challenge, we would see no reason to seek something new, both in the third dimension and within. We need to see the beauty and artistry in simple things around us, and accept others the way we want to be accepted. We need to accept ourselves, too. Balance is required, and observing nature teaches balance. We have lost our connection to nature, seeing it only as a pretty view (or ugly, if you're one of those sad souls who sees nature as an enemy) on our ride to work, then shrugging its beauty off as we close ourselves in again, not attempting to understand anything about it. It seems "easier" that way, when really, it complicates things much more to live in denial of our home, neglecting it and manipulating it to feed our ego. We seek more where there is already enough, abandoning this amazing place so full of lessons to be learned only to search for truth within closed walls. Shelters have their purpose, but to truly appreciate your own life, this planet on which all life as we know it has chosen to thrive is a required class to study. Not to say life doesn't exist elsewhere, but until you've seen it with your own eyes, this is it. And there's so much of it.
My suggestion to you, dear reader, is to learn to love nature again, if you don't already. The most obvious and incredible pattern is the one we wake up into every single day.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Non-Thoughts On Existence
Perhaps this is all a dream. As Neil Kramer says, a “very consistent dream”. What most people consider reality is just what they're told it is, a sort of self-perpetuating mind virus seeded eons ago. Imagination and insight are no longer acceptable in the sphere of modern culture. Everything must be based on a previous model to be presented, even posited, without immediate ridicule and rejection. Synchromysticism, and all other types of open-source consciousness programs, are ways, not out, but IN to realms of knowing, of conscious real-time concepts becoming aware of themselves and self-replicating, spreading more like a seed than the virus of negative mass reality tunnels. To make everything shine with clarity, to have it all make perfect sense, is a sort of taboo these days. For anyone to find their own gnosis outside of a commonly accepted societal structure is heresy in the eyes of those who are unknowingly fully embedded into the Phoenix mold, that which finds its sustenance through the ashes of decay. In nature, this decay becomes new life to sustain the earth. Decomposition is the ultimate source of life. It reveals that our image of death as something to escape (usually through religion or science) and to fear is completely false. But the mold which most human beings fit is designed to empower themselves or the earth, but people who wish to act as gods over others in a conceptualized, imagined hierarchical structure. One that people bow down to, but it really does not hold any true power, once fear of death, fear of nature and avoidance of the real world is shed.
So, this is the essence of the dream we wake into each day. But what about outside of the dream? We can all remember the “real dreams” we've had where we are in bliss, completely unaware of fear or anxiety or living up to expectations. To me, this is actuality, the state of pure consciousness which our physical body is merely a specific density of. When the fear of the “outside world” penetrates the veil between densities, we have nightmares. Peaceful confrontation is the path inward, the bridge to that place we all know exists, yet consensus reality tells us is not so. It's funny how we have all grown to sort of avoid ourselves, in order to maintain a system in which we are merely cogs, tendons of a shadow being that we cannot immediately perceive, but just assume exists. We can do all the wishing we want, but until we face ourselves and ask what's really going on inside, why we put up this charade, why we have allowed ourselves to become desensitized to war and famine, nothing is going to change.
Consciousness flows and changes constantly, ever expanding, encompassing all and everything. Time is a filter which allows our physical density (including our brain functions) to change at a rate synchronized with the cycles of the stars, rather than exploding us into realizations at a rate far too intense for our minds to cope with. Stepping outside of this time cycle, we travel to infinite distances in the space of a nanosecond and take on the most alien yet familiar of forms, experiencing joyous life and painful death as one and the same a million times over, a strobe blurring into rainbow tinted mist. Time itself will not change, but our perception of it is always changing.
Our experience, from beginning to finish, is a lesson. A lesson in loving, a chance to grow, to adapt and to simply “be”. This form we take, the form in which you are reading this (if you've taken it upon yourself to sit through it) is a sight to behold. It is the vehicle by which our consciousness drives our will, and our consciousness, in its state of eternal peace and clarity, is none the happier to take on this form. Earth is comparable to a server in an online multiplayer game, new members joining, wondering what it's all about, wondering why there are so many other forms of consciousness here. I feel our consciousness is here to learn. In this game there are no tutorials, only experience through playing. Our connection to our “source”, like a server list we can go back to at any time, is never lost. Not for one second. It exists beyond space and time. It is only through experience in the game that we can know this. Pain is a construct of time and the mind, a state which we exit through learning. In our current state, time is precious because we are convinced of linear properties to this construct, and the pain we feel is very much related to time, in that we feel we won't ever have a chance to heal, when truly there is all the time in the world to do so.
Synchromysticism itself lends to non-linearity, as has been stated many times by other synchromystics. There is something very telling in how as a group we can entrain on a set of symbols and become aware through our observations of these symbols presenting themselves to us in “real time”. It is space and time bending, like a curtain rising. Although the “easiest” symbols to interact with are visual, events in the lives of seemingly separate individuals (according to what we are taught) become connected and entangled in this “flow”. It is our consciousness becoming aware of itself, our oneness showing its face. The sense of peace attained from this form of gnosis is unlike any other, since it is multi-dimensional. The only other way that I can feel I am truly in my most conscious state is during meditation, but that takes me out of the physical state. Synchromysticism joins truly inseparable states in a tangible way and makes it hard for us to avoid this multidimensional awareness, which is necessary if we are ever to find peace.
The evidence is around us all the time. We are like moviegoers or novel readers who don't want to have the ending spoiled for us. We want to find out for ourselves. And that is why we are here.
So, this is the essence of the dream we wake into each day. But what about outside of the dream? We can all remember the “real dreams” we've had where we are in bliss, completely unaware of fear or anxiety or living up to expectations. To me, this is actuality, the state of pure consciousness which our physical body is merely a specific density of. When the fear of the “outside world” penetrates the veil between densities, we have nightmares. Peaceful confrontation is the path inward, the bridge to that place we all know exists, yet consensus reality tells us is not so. It's funny how we have all grown to sort of avoid ourselves, in order to maintain a system in which we are merely cogs, tendons of a shadow being that we cannot immediately perceive, but just assume exists. We can do all the wishing we want, but until we face ourselves and ask what's really going on inside, why we put up this charade, why we have allowed ourselves to become desensitized to war and famine, nothing is going to change.
Consciousness flows and changes constantly, ever expanding, encompassing all and everything. Time is a filter which allows our physical density (including our brain functions) to change at a rate synchronized with the cycles of the stars, rather than exploding us into realizations at a rate far too intense for our minds to cope with. Stepping outside of this time cycle, we travel to infinite distances in the space of a nanosecond and take on the most alien yet familiar of forms, experiencing joyous life and painful death as one and the same a million times over, a strobe blurring into rainbow tinted mist. Time itself will not change, but our perception of it is always changing.
Our experience, from beginning to finish, is a lesson. A lesson in loving, a chance to grow, to adapt and to simply “be”. This form we take, the form in which you are reading this (if you've taken it upon yourself to sit through it) is a sight to behold. It is the vehicle by which our consciousness drives our will, and our consciousness, in its state of eternal peace and clarity, is none the happier to take on this form. Earth is comparable to a server in an online multiplayer game, new members joining, wondering what it's all about, wondering why there are so many other forms of consciousness here. I feel our consciousness is here to learn. In this game there are no tutorials, only experience through playing. Our connection to our “source”, like a server list we can go back to at any time, is never lost. Not for one second. It exists beyond space and time. It is only through experience in the game that we can know this. Pain is a construct of time and the mind, a state which we exit through learning. In our current state, time is precious because we are convinced of linear properties to this construct, and the pain we feel is very much related to time, in that we feel we won't ever have a chance to heal, when truly there is all the time in the world to do so.
Synchromysticism itself lends to non-linearity, as has been stated many times by other synchromystics. There is something very telling in how as a group we can entrain on a set of symbols and become aware through our observations of these symbols presenting themselves to us in “real time”. It is space and time bending, like a curtain rising. Although the “easiest” symbols to interact with are visual, events in the lives of seemingly separate individuals (according to what we are taught) become connected and entangled in this “flow”. It is our consciousness becoming aware of itself, our oneness showing its face. The sense of peace attained from this form of gnosis is unlike any other, since it is multi-dimensional. The only other way that I can feel I am truly in my most conscious state is during meditation, but that takes me out of the physical state. Synchromysticism joins truly inseparable states in a tangible way and makes it hard for us to avoid this multidimensional awareness, which is necessary if we are ever to find peace.
The evidence is around us all the time. We are like moviegoers or novel readers who don't want to have the ending spoiled for us. We want to find out for ourselves. And that is why we are here.
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