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.