Quant-Umm...

In a recent post (yes, in the short amount of time in which I am allowed to use a computer, I have decided to revive this thing) I stated: (in reference to social media) "all I see is people pissing into a black hole." But I have to ask myself, what endeavor is there that isn't pissing into a black hole? We all die, we all enter that void at some point in our perceived timeline. There is no point and that is the point. We are clearly in a realm of paradox - plants that sustain our life thrive on dead matter. The world is aesthetically beautiful and yet there is so much bloodshed, so much violence, so much ignorance. Ignorance of what? What's the point? The point is everywhere, the point is nowhere. The point is you. You are everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. I can easily just say these things and they ring true to me because I make them true. I increase the probability of later finding things within my environment that will support this belief.

I am of the opinion that we are not only our local mind-body (no separation really) construct because we can choose to perceive our thoughts and actions from a non-local vantage point. Here I have gained much influence from the work of Robert Anton Wilson and his book Quantum Psychology. Non-local information is the "nowhere point" - think of it as the song playing "in" your speakers or the visual array being decoded by your brain patterns "in" your monitor. The musicians haven't actually shrunken down in size and teleported into your speaker system to play you a show. But at the same time, they have because they have imprinted their information into the non-local information field to be interpreted by your local information field simultaneously registering in your non-local self. You just increased the probability of these factors synchronizing by consciously seeking it out.

Which brings us back to the synchromorphic field. An awareness of meaningful coincidences expands your signature in the non-local flux. One can become aware that everything they see is not within their own mind, but within The Mind, which a lot of synchromystics refer to as The Heart or The Center. What you think has a transactional effect on your reality, you take gambles based on non-local information logged in the holographic plate of your brain. Your mind is actually a local inference of the non-local spectrum, a slice of the holographic Logos. Holograms can be chopped any which way and yet each piece retains the information of the whole. Put simply, your sensory array is a fractal of the whole of being.

Lately I have been inundated with strange thoughts that do not seem to be generated within my own creative mind. They are fearful, violent and extremely unpleasant, and manifest internally as potential actions I may perform but which I would never bring into being. I am beginning to think of this phenomenon as a sort of surrender of egoic will, a jolt bringing me back into what is happening in front of me rather than what "I" wish was happening. Coming full circle, you could say. There's a great chapter in the sync book by Justin Morgan which expands upon this, during a meditation he saw his ultimate destiny as what is here and now. We just need to tune into the non-local "software" that brings our local "hardware", as RAW would put it, into synchronization with our most incredible dreams.

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  Jake Kotze's sync book chapter

  "Everything is connected to everything else, sync being the cases when our current perspective allows us to see these thing-events as related (or as not divided). Often the seemingly random and meaningless will later be understood as perfectly "in sync," when the perspective shifts appropriately. In this view of sync, we now move away from seeing synchronicity as the connections deemed special and move into a knowing of that property which makes one connection meaningful or not-a property that is always present, because it is ourselves. Syncs offer endless insight into the world, but their most essential quality is in vivifying what and who really allows for them." - Jake Kotze

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The Collapse

I'm starting to notice a strange disconnect between myself and humanity. I rarely talk to humans on a regular basis - as in, face to face. I talk to my sister for about 30 minutes or less every day. Living with my family and having no friends where I currently live, my life is basically a sterilized bubble. Most of my time is spent in either silence or music. I read sometimes but not often enough. I've realized that most of my time is spent on social media outlets, but rarely ever contributing my own point of view. It's a side effect of noticing the way that other people communicate through these mediums and just not resonating. What's good is that I am able to view life through a quasi-hermetic seal, watching the fluctuations in the sphere of influence my attention has granted me. But all I'm seeing is people pissing into a black hole. Living socially entirely through the internet is entirely meaningless. There's a great japanese movie about this called "Kairo" (not to be confused with Cairo, Egypt), where people basically disappear into their rooms and become ghosts transmitted through the computers of other people. All that is left of their human form is a black stain.

Somewhat ironically, the data overload of the internet is resulting in a general lack of real information. Sure, you can search for just about anything and find a result, but there's no real curiosity, in terms of thinking that you may not find what you were looking for. There's no "meat" to justify your searches. I'm guessing this is entirely in my mind, and that's the thing, it's becoming harder and harder for me to find some sort of tribe to fit into. Someone to relate to. Anyone. It's not even that I'm in this permanent state of despair, most of the time I am just fine in my bubble. But the tension is growing and this thing is about to pop. My current form of thinking (or reality model) is not very creative. I feel like I'm in a sort of inverted panopticon. In my mind I feel totally vulnerable, as if every little thought I have can have totally drastic results on the physical world. It doesn't really allow for creative exploration, it doesn't let me test things out unless they fit what I think will be a positive result in the cause and effect mechanism I have, up to now, felt out. I am a weird person, I want to think strange things, but lately I feel transparent, and being in a family atmosphere I feel like I have these self-imposed limitations that may or may not be valid. This is also a side effect of the social pressure I feel from outlets like Facebook. It's more about maintaining the "respect" of your "followers" or "friends" (which just means "shut up unless you have something nice to say") through consensus views rather than radical ideas. I feel like I cannot be authentic, I cannot express myself as I please through these new norms of global communication. I have basically been completely at a loss for words concerning reality itself. I have no idea what's "real" anymore, I have no foundation on which to form "valid" opinions, and it's becoming near impossible for me to communicate the ideas that I do have. I just simply can't put into words the beauty and grace that I see around and within me, I have no outlet to express the inexpressible I am interacting with on a daily basis. I find myself constructing and deconstructing ideas faster than I can blink, nothing is holding ground. I would see it as a good thing in the sense that I am much less likely to subscribe to ideology, but my isolation is making me wonder if I'm doing what's best for me. I'm sure I'll see all of this entirely differently seconds from now. Things are just happening way too fast for me to comprehend.