The best definition of natural can be summarized as: ‘a measure of distance from God.’

Now, what do we mean by distance?

God is your immediate scene. The context. It is life. Your immediate qualia. It is everything that is derived from “you.” It is all around you and everything within you. The seen and the unseen. This is Unity, or the practice of unifying everything you experience — the physical world, the mental world, the subtle (invisible relationships, definitions, meaning) and other people — as “one.”

While this article will not address this, it always requires a disclaimer: Some people on the spiritual path are uncomfortable with the concept of the "I" once we start understanding Unity as if our ultimate end is the removal of the "I" to melt together. This knowledge will still be useful to you if you believe this, but I -- see what I did there -- believe it creates a omission, or a hole, if you "eject yourself" via "ego denial" and then you have broken Unity. You can recognize you are part of the "all" while maintaining value over your part in it.

When you understand this Unity, then anything that imposes a weight upon it can be considered a distance. In order to have experience — in order to impose some sense of order upon the cacophony of omniscience — we must impart these weights. Weights might also be considered judgements, or boundaries. The way you experience a flower is a collection of boundaries.

You must have a concept of perspective — seeing behind your eyes — a sense of physical distance — the space between you and the flower — the texture of the petals, the scent, the shape — are all boundaries that are required for you to have an experience. There are more subtitles that are hidden here as well like disowning a part of your will to allow a sense that the flower is ‘not you’, that allows the flower to borrow your will to grow and so on.

The more you align yourself to God, the more you must get out of the way of yourself to express God. Some misinterpret this as ejecting the ego, but if you do not recognize your own role, your own will, how can God?

The natural world is considered natural because it exists without conscious intervention. It is “organic” meaning that it arises on its own — there is a foundation before our interaction with it. A house requires a foundation, walls, a roof — which require materials taken from the natural world, which require work done upon them to be turned into the intended form. This is “distance.”

What is the distance between a house, for example, and a computer chip in terms of ‘naturalness’? This is always measured in terms of the story something requires to exist. This must be differentiated from story that is imposed after the fact, and the story that is inherent. There is nothing you need to know about a flower for it to exist. It just does.

On the other hand …

A computer chip requires significant distance — it requires rare materials (which require mines, specialized equipment, etc.), specialized factories (and their dependencies), the dependence of electricity which has thousands of physical dependencies — and we haven’t even begun to address the mental dependencies because this technology requires a very particular “philosophical” orientation to come into being before it ever arrives in the “physical world.”

Whereas a house might just be considered a cave with some leaves and branches.

The description of the physical world is inescapably a subjective evaluation — a “story” for which the collective chooses for its best interests from which the “objective” illusion is created. But the natural world is before this “evaluation.” It does not require it — it “just is.”

Thus the cave would be considered very natural and the computer chip would seem very unnatural.

Does this seem obvious to you? Perhaps, but have you considered the ramifications it has upon your consciousness? Your spirit?

The more distance something is from God, the more weight it bears upon your soul. The more effort it requires to maintain. The more altars it requires for sacrifice.

I call this fixation, but we might also call it density and in either case we can consider this distance as a loss of ownership, or a loss of will. You are in a constant state — a spiral, if you will — of resolving back to your will. You are always “throwing your will out” and then catching up to it. This loss of will creates a buffer which requires time to resolve and it creates the experience we call life versus an experience we would call abject chaos.

You can experience a closer state of the fundamental universe in dreams where there is less order, but both your waking reality and dreams are the same place. Let us say that the expertise of your soul is that which creates a stable interface for which you impose your particular brand of order upon the universe. This is your “waking reality” when you bear down on the chaos of the universe as only you can.

Some manner of fixation is required to have any experience at all. It is your decision how far you want to throw this will away from God. This isn’t a singular decision, (nor is it an ethical one) but an eternal continuum of decisions. You are deciding how “dense” you want to become. There is no wrong answer here, but there are inherent absolutes baked into the nature of the universe for which you cannot escape or ignore and it is possible to become lost.

The heavier you are, the less will you have (the farther away you have thrown it), the more time you experience and the slower your decisions — your will — takes to resolve. It will feel as if you require more work in order to obtain any results. In fact, the more dense you become, the more automated reality will appear to you — that is, your reality will start to resemble the inside of a computer — because you are investing more and more of your will into your physical world to see your will fulfilled which requires more external automation versus immediate execution (and experience) of your will.

This is why the world keeps getting more automated, but it seems like no one is getting more free time. It isn’t malicious or nefarious, it is inherent to how fixation manifests and must play out.

Denser realities always proceed along a trajectory that makes them resemble computers because this is the “natural consequence” of designing an unnatural reality. It is a reality that gradually destroys potential in favor of creating certainty of outcomes because it is fundamentally based in fear.

The further along the spectrum of fear you travel, the more you reject higher concepts like faith, surrender and compassion, because these require being comfortable with unknowns. Compassion is inherently allowing others to be even if they may hurt you, which also requires inherently trusting (another higher concept) yourself to overcome.

Your natural will is instantaneous and immediately done. Consider that carefully. This is always true, even now, no matter how “slow” or “fast” your reality appears to you. If you are imagining anything at all, then it already exists. If it didn’t, you couldn’t imagine it. The space you hold as your “invisible mind” is just another story that separates you from this immediate will.

You are already being swept along towards the focus of your will right now.

Let us return then to the concept of naturalness. If you value the faster execution of your will, you will place tremendous value on living as naturally as possible.

Consider eating fruits & vegetables versus eating something that is processed & packaged. What have we learned? By opting for the ladder, you willingly choosing to invest in a story which tosses your will out a greater distance. Thus your body requires more effort to convert and digest the processed & packaged food in order to return it to you as your own will. This “inbetween time” you experience as physical symptoms that arise within the body, whether they are simply uncomfortable digestion, or actual disease.

Similarly, do you live in a house of concrete & metal? Then you are opting to “hold space” for unnatural materials, which do what? They weigh your soul down. You “feel” this in the coldness of the metal, or the “deadness” in things like plastics. You must learn to recognize that these are not just the textures of these materials but real energetic signatures which indicate the fluidity of your will.

Do we want to achieve teleportation? Then the collective must learn to gradually value cars & planes less — which indicate that we value the experience of putting ourselves in metal boxes and “traveling perceived distance” as an experience — over simply “being there.” When we begin to cultivate our environment back to God, we are putting ourselves back to our natural state of immediate will and reality will begun to miraculously come up with excuses (stories) to close distances.

How do you feel about eating meat? Uh-oh, I hear your groaning … but don’t jump to conclusions here.

I am not here to sell you on a diet. I am here to demonstrate how we interface to God. We are interface designers and each one of us has a unique interface that will not work for anyone else. We are designing an ideal interface to God that allows us to experience a purer and more elevated reality.

So what story does meat tell at this density — at this level of fixation? Meat inherently contains the story of death and suffering. Thus the soul must transmute these stories whenever it is consumed. We have not achieved a level of mastery where we might consider meat like a video game character — as a free-standing story — where meat requires no dependence — where it just materializes out of thin air because we are so integrated to God that we do not need “explanations.”

No, our soul still requires explanations. We require too much verisimilitude — we are not prepared to disregard the origins of something and just accept it “as-is”, like the color blue, or what a laugh feels like — so we must take responsibility for the history our soul has valued to this point. We cannot reject the reality which derives from us without creating a state of resistance, which creates repetition as the denial is simply recognized as a “re-investment” from the perspective of the universe/God. But we can release and gradually let go of these stories through their recognition.

In this context, we cannot fool ourselves from where meat arrives. The story is “too heavy” to simply discard, much like attempting to deny the sun rises. An animal must be killed, skinned and cooked. Honor and respect can expedite the transmutation, but the process must occur regardless and continues to perpetuate a reality that must consume in order to exist which is unavoidably a lower and less coherent state of consciousness. It would be better to avoid these stories altogether if we value purifying our will.

I am not here to advice you to become vegetarian, but rather demonstrate to you how you are creating varying levels of fixation. You are not going to hell because you eat meat, but whether you are compelled by ethics, health or — as I am — the greater coherence of life & God — then we are doing ourselves a disservice by assimilating complexity rather than simplicity.

The topic of diet is a complex one — the stories we have about food are as important as the food themselves. A carnivorous diet may be the path to enlightenment for one, or simply a stop along the road that is required to unravel particular stories someone has about where their personal health derives. You must understand your relationship to food in order to unravel the story upon how it affects your health. It is not universal. It cannot be dictated by authorities — only advised by other’s experiences.

So do not go throwing out your chicken because I may have convinced you that meat is “dense” — you must skillfully discern how to raise your fixation and not haphazardly make major alterations to your personal paradigm. You need to understand why food creates health, or destroys it. I will have some more articles about food & diet in the future, but it is not nearly as simple as meat is bad and veggies are good — I have simply used this as another example to highlight naturalness.

When you come to understand this concept, then you can probably think of many other examples. Consider, for example, how convenience creates distance, because what is convenience except a soft version of automation? And what is automation but a warning sign of fixation where will has become its own kind of boss making all sorts of delayed demands of your time? Automation is a chronic breadcrumber.

Would you value a cellphone more, or simply a telepathic transmission? Does the internet help connect you to people — or does it simply “hide” them from you so you can deal with them at your convenience? How does this impact their realness to you — or their artificialness (their naturalness)?

Would you value consuming food for your permission to live or simply exist where food is another source of joy? Does consuming food add value to your life, or does it create a source of fear to you? Is a packaged meal really more “convenient”? What is the story you are writing with this “food convenience” which tells yourself that food is a chore, or a dead weight so you can get back to — what? Living? How does investing in the devaluation of life create more living?

Would you rather live in rows of geometric cubes stacked on one another, or a Hobbit hole? Do you know the difference between lively and busy? One feels as if it contains life while the other is simply dead movement. Does a city feel lively or busy? Does a forest feel lively or busy?

What feels better — waking up without an alarm clock, or with one? Do your fondest memories resolve around schedules or spontaneity, randomness and the unexpected? Are your relationships with people best when they are predictable and rote or unpredictable and surprising?

Note, technology does not have to be unnatural. Rather, naturalness should be understood in terms of how it enhances coherence, or destroys it. We must learn to ask whether technology brings us closer to God — or if it moves us farther away? Is it a tool — or our master? Do we become more connected (less dense, less fixated) or less connected (more dense, more fixated)? Maybe forcing ourselves out of our natural rhythm is a bad use of alarm clocks, but I am sure we have all used one to bake a pie.

Consider that all of life is a spectrum between total free will (God — omnipotence) and determinism (physical reality — no choices.) Your job is to create an acceptable balance between the two. It is up to you how you wish to organize it.

Consider carefully how much unknown or potential you value versus how much known or predictability you value as these correlate precisely to God and physical reality with you caught in between. God is what is natural — the origination of all things. Everything else is a “percentage of God.” Consider this also: 100% Natural God is the same as 0% Natural God. You can be neither without terminating all experience, which is a state of Nonsense.

What kind of world do you want to live in? A natural one — or an unnatural one? Do you have a specific ratio in mind? It is up to you. I know my answer.

That’s enough for today.

How do you make your decisions? Do you plan for tomorrow? Do you consider yesterday?

You shouldn’t.

You already know everything you need to know right now. The moment you step forward or back — you have become lost. Much like the moment you argue with anything or anyone — you lose.

Tomorrow doesn’t exist. Today depends on tomorrow — not the other way around. What you do today does not produce “tomorrow” but what you expect for tomorrow DOES produce today, because tomorrow is just a story you are holding in your mind. That is how the illusion of time is created.

It is the heavy burden of yesterday & today that creates the “sequence” of your “now” experience that is so misleading. It is the expectations of this sequence that keeps you moving from one page to the next, rather than skipping ahead or changing books.

Reality does not divide neatly into yesterday, today, or tomorrow, but the rising of the sun & moon, the tracking of calendars and the outputs of clocks give clever devices to fooling you. When you sleep, you loosen the reins of your iron grip for a little while on this game you are playing and let the universe play with you a little more freely.

When you understand that numbers on a clock and the sun in the sky are part of a “program” deep within yourself then you understand your entire experience is “you.”

All of these things produce expectations, habits and motions in which you continually repeat “sequence” even when the sequence no longer serves you, or turns into suffering. It creates the “buffer” of reality, like a boomerang you are throwing in every moment. But the throwing of the boomerang is the mistake in the first place — not a design to glorify.

You are the clocks, the sun, the moon and the stars. You are the land, the houses, the people. But they are also themselves and they join you at your request. And they are everywhere and nowhere. You are what is happening on the “computer screen” of your experience that unfolds in the boundaries of your senses, including what unfolds in the privacy of your mind.

With this apprehension of Unity, time loses all meaning, because in the totality of “you” time loses the context it requires to work. When you remove the stage, what does time measure? Time requires a start and an end — an introduction and an epilogue — but you have no such thing and are no such thing.

Only “segments” can be measured. Only stories that require sequence, because time is just a coordinate between two points — a reference. You are imposing this upon yourself because you value this sequence — this stability. But continuum and sequence are not the same thing and an immortal chooses sequence when it serves him and discards it when it does not — while maintaining his continuum.

“What” is deciding to maintain this continuum over sequence? That is the real you. It is silent. It does not speak. It does not think.

Time is part of the “scene” like a leaf on a tree. The time has a meaning, just as the leaf has a meaning, but only in the context of the story that it appears within.

Time requires an agreement of a “place” to monitor — it requires an agreement of segments and divides — of history and expectations. But what happens when this agreement is broken, disregarded or discarded? What happens when this agreement is offered from different perspectives — different people? Then the stage becomes interchangeable. And if the stage is interchangeable then time is just part of the scene, like a tree standing in a field. You cannot perceive the tree without the ground and the background. It is just paint on a canvas.

A clock becomes merely an interchangeable photograph, measuring nothing but a memory, or a place or description in your imagination.

If you go to work everyday at the same time — say 6AM — is it that you are responding to the stimulus of the alarm clock going off at 6AM, or surrendering your will to a “play” in which you feel the sensation of waking, getting dressed and driving to work? You are not the scene and the “time” is part of the scene that you keep agreeing to play out. You are behind the scene. Your sense of agency & lucidity come after, because they are already baked into what you “are” and they are forever and constant.

It is just as fake as arriving sharply at a theater production at 7PM and there is a clock on stage as part of the story that reads 2PM. Neither the clock on stage, as you watch in the audience, or the clock you used to arrive at the theater is any more real. They are both part of the same scene — YOUR scene.

An immortal does not give a second thought to the idea of tomorrow, because the immortal is completely aligned to his expression of life and what he wants to experience. And so this aligns him to others of like-kind. To spare one moment worrying about tomorrow opens the door to creating delay — to misusing your will in a way that creates extra time for yourself.

The plan? You already know the plan, because you can only do what you can do right now. What else could you do? You must rise from bed and live. You must make “decisions” whether this is to sit still or move forward, or dwell on the yesterday or tomorrow that don’t exist. You do not live in the future — you live right now.

What do you want to do?

You could say that it is an abuse of your awesome imaginative power to do anything but engage with your immediate reality because you already know what you want to do if you simply stop procrastinating, rationalizing and arguing with the “devil.”

Tomorrow means you are distrusting yourself to “get there.” You already know what you want and how to execute it. So why the doubt? Your doubts create additional explorations of time which you have to burn out. They create anchors — debts — that have to be paid. Karma is simply the effects of your own will you have forgotten about. Your will that have you have disowned that comes to remind you that it is yours with a slap in the face.

Dwelling on the past is like worrying about last night’s dreams. It is already gone and cannot touch you … unless you agree to let it. Unless you reinvest in it, like — what? A habit? A behavior? A responsibility? An obligation? The strength of yesterday is another story that you value because it creates higher highs and lower lows.

You should learn to keep what you treasure and throw out what you do not — but most humans are conditioned to throw their trash in the same place as their treasure — their “One World.” They do not think to return their trash to the cosmos — to the universe — to God. To just “let it go” as if it no longer existed. No, the trash “lives on” in the one world — rather than in the mind of God (the universal library.) It becomes “historical.” It lingers there, lurking, needing explanations, needing attention, needing resolution — perhaps even demanding.

But there is a difference between history and remembering. God does not forget. Only a human writes history because he wishes it to be part of his story — to influence him — to bind him. And history is fallible and God’s memory is not.

And this trash — perhaps once treasure, perhaps valued by others, it is not meant to be an evaluation from any perspective but your own — haunts you because you have not truly let it go. It is there — buried under the surface, because you still think you “live” in the world, right?

You “live” in New York, or Tokyo, or California, or England … right?

No, you do not — because you read this blog. You understand you are “behind” your senses, or even behind the observation itself. You “are.” A player does not “live” inside the computer monitor when he plays a game. This isn’t about “ego.” This is you understanding that what happens on your “monitor” is yours. The players playing the game may move pieces on your screen but even if they piss you off, you cannot punch them through the monitor — you only hurt yourself.

You have not earned the right to call yourself a player. You can’t turn the game off. This is the work that we do — that I do. We are working backwards from the mind of the player. If you keep trying to jump out of the screen, or punch the screen, you will never escape. You are just Mario going from tube to tube. Just … lean back and see you were playing all along. Put the controller down.

Death is not this end. Death is a change of state — but death is not enough. You must choose your own change of state. You must choose your own “death!” But you have probably given away this power too — letting the world decide how you should die.

Again, how do you make decisions?

If you work backwards and are living in the ideal world — how do you make your decisions? This reveals the character you must embody for yourself. You must “fake it until you make it.” You must learn the behavior & the mindset even if it seems unreachable or crazy.

You must live in your ideals as a full-time job. You cannot compromise, because this sets you back. Because your soul — your spirit — will remember and will carry your decisions forward. And what is the span of a single life in comparison to that of eternity?

Do you visit doctors? To prescribe your health? Then you have disowned your will and given it to these doctors to play out the experience of being “treated.” And that is fine — it does not make doctors evil, or wrong, or unhelpful, only that you value this exchange — this drama — more than you value retaining ownership over your health.

You place value on the experiences of being “sick”, being “treated” and “recovering” more than the suffering it would take to overcome these stories for good. You have decided you are not strong enough to prove that your health is in your own hands — you simply do not believe your will is this powerful and well — so it is (not that powerful)! So you need tests and pills and time. Your flesh must knit and your bones must mend.

Where does Mario go when he “dies?” Nowhere, because Mario can’t die anymore than you can.

If you do not value this drama, then why engage with it? A fear of suffering, perhaps? Understandable — most of us cannot maintain a perfect record of choices and I am not an exception. But it is persistence that makes us idealists, not perfection or “mistakes.”

What you value can — and should — be dynamic. You should not put yourself in a straight-jacket.

You say, well, everyone gets sick, or everyone dies, but you are still thinking in terms of a single life. What if you thought in terms of many lives? Or one continual life that never ended? Have you actually ever experienced being “dead?” How do you know you will die, then?

Would you still compromise if you had to make decisions for more than one life? What does your mind look like now? How much more gravity do decisions have when you know every decision may delay peace, or extend suffering? There is a saying: “If not now, when?”

Why do I push creation over consumption so hard on this blog? Because you “are what you eat” and if you do nothing but eat, then you are consumption. And if you understand the discussion above — that you are the whole world — then the whole world is EATING YOU because you are EATING YOURSELF.

What is the only thing an immortal has to eat? His own continuum. You can’t stop being immortal, but you can forget it. You can victimize yourself and play pretend. You can become lost. You can mistake yourself for the sequence instead of the continuum ; the symptom, rather than the cause.

Just how dependent is your life on “the world?” How dependent is your mental sanity? Those “dependencies” are where you have hidden away your will. Why do you negotiate? All you have to do is confront them.

If the expression of your “physical” body is entirely dependent on the stories you are holding within (because it is), when do you decide that you have had enough “terrorism” holding your health hostage? Are you not wasting your time in comfort & complacency by letting something other than your immediate will decide?

What do comfort & complacency cost you? If they cost you anything, they are too expensive.

You don’t need to believe in “reincarnation” to understand the incredible value of living as an idealist. It takes around 5-10 years of jumping off the deep end within a paradigm to show tangible progress. Yeah. That long.

Try not to consider this an expression of time, but expression of how tangled stories require unavoidable resolution. Can you boil water without first putting water in a pot and starting a fire? These are stories with hundreds of little dependencies, rules and expectations — not things that “require time.”

As soon as you measure these things with time, you are creating a boundary. You are creating a reference that didn’t exist before you measured it. The reference itself has a feeling or expectation of duration and you are giving yourself a noose.

Why do we talk about concepts like surrender, faith, acceptance? Because these destroy time.

Apprehension and intellectual understanding is woefully insufficient. It doesn’t get into your bones without obsessive contemplation, practice, and persistence. You have to go “all in” as a true believer before any crops yield.

Anything less keeps you in the same place. Your intellect and ability to understand is useless. Your soul / spirit does not operate on that level. You are not a computer no matter how much you pretend. You cannot “reach” the soul with just brains. And so approaching spirituality as an academic will get you exactly no where.

Or you can just keep being OK with what is comfortable to you. It has worked out for (likely) thousands of years. But I didn’t create this website so I could go along with the “status quo.”

Making decisions as an “immortal” or for your own eternity often means making decisions that are uncomfortable rather than convenient. It means letting go of aspects of yourself that make it easier to remain stuck in repetitive cycles. It means breaking boundaries that you may be holding onto for dear life.

Does that seem like common sense or cheap wisdom? Pop psychology? No, it is a question of scope. Are you making decisions with the expectations of living for another day? Another month? Another year? What does your mind look like when you are making decisions as if you will never die? As if time is irrelevant? As if this is just one never ending story? Can you handle living like that?

Even if you know a story will take 1000 years to unfold, do you start to work on it — or do you say screw it, because your impact is too little, or you aren’t certain you will see the results? Do you just become a “dweller” who convinces themselves they are content in their cave? Perhaps you are a little more awake and decide to “coast” instead — developing a kind of stockholm’s syndrome for letting the world bully you around.

If something seems dangerous or even life-threatening, do you do it and decide to retain authority over your death, or do you choose fear — and allow something else to decide?

Are you confusing a certain threshold of suffering or pain with “death?” Can you remember having ever experienced death? So how can you speak so definitively about its inevitability? Have you considered it is your belief in its certainty that erases your mind — breaks your continuum — when you feel “life is too much to bear” and your back breaks? That you have disowned this “drama” of death for you to experience something impossible?

Here is a riddle for you.

Though you can never have it, you can give it
When others have it, they can’t keep it
If you ever receive it, you won’t know it

What am I?

DEATH

Evil is in the word itself — inverted life. Anti-life. Evil is what I call “Nonsense” because this is what evil produces — nonsense, the inane/insane, chaos, anti-creation.

Evil is not destruction. Evil is not death. Evil is not “negative” — like wrath, or envy. Evil is not the opposite of good, or the opposite of positive.

Evil is that which breaks down the coherence of consciousness. It produces patterns that displace or remove the ability of life to exist. It is a kind of glitch produced by attempting to create an impossible state, or the confluence of states that are incompatible — thus creating a space for evil.

It is not easy to point and say: “That is evil.” Evil requires skillful discernment, but when one begins to comprehend the basic requirements of life, it becomes easier to identify the things which cause life to suffocate.

Stagnation is often an indication of evil, for example. Excess is also often a hiding place of evil.

If I had to summarize evil, it is the abdication of will. When one steps off their throne, evil sits on it. This is a spectrum and not a binary. You can “partially” abdicate.

Come get some.

But let us be clear: evil has no agency. Evil is anti-agency. Evil does not think, or plan, or strategize. It does not experience. Experience happens *to it.* Evil victimizes itself. It is how you “try” to experience pretending you do not have free will, but this creates an impossible state which creates “glitches” which you experience as a breakdown of reality.

As soon as you begin to see enemies or adversaries, you are disowning your will so that you may experience these challenges and opposition. If you blame, judge or ridicule others, you have fallen off your throne and allowing evil to play — and evil will always create chaos.

Evil is not capable of creation because creation requires the presence of you — of your will — on the throne. It can, however, pillage your library (your experience, your memories, your hopes & dreams) and become a kind of doppelganger. Undead.

People who act as obstacles in your life are always examples of your own evil coming out to play and being reflected back to you, whether it is because of inadequacy, or because you unconsciously think you deserve punishment (“karma.”) You cannot escape your own verisimilitude without doing the work to unravel it. This is not being done to you, but rather a byproduct of your own choices.

Since the Earth realm is constructed with a kind of “buffer”, evil has a lot of places to hide. Evil often manifests as unlikely obstacles in your life, random chaos, or sudden bad turn arounds. It can easily be represented by people turning on you out of the blue, or unfortunate events. It can manifest in your body, depending on the stories you are selling yourself.

A reminder that nothing is physical. There is no physical realm. Your waking state stabilizes the human collective as a place you think is Earth and it is upon Earth where you project your inner play.

Evil is not the work of spirits, or devils, but the incoherence in your own consciousness. Evil represents a flaw in your paradigm where your will is not executing right — where “energy” (the pace or thrust of the story) is becoming stagnant, or blocked, resulting in repeating and decaying patterns. Bad story that results in victimizing yourself. Loss of ownership.

Earth exists in what I might call fundamental reality. Fundamental reality is a step above abject chaos. It is held together by our fledgling consciousness which have established orders and patterns which impose a consistent lucidity upon the chaos of creation. These create confluences which you might call “planets” or realms which the collective has agreed — in a unconscious/non-awakened fashion — to share and uphold.

Fundamental reality is inherently a kind of mirror reality, because you are always writing stories at the “apex” of your ability. That is, all the things and all the people that appear there are perfectly fulfilling your expectations (even the ones you hide from yourself because you don’t want to look at them). Because of this, Earth would be considered a kind of lower realm, because it is heavily subject to the flaws of imperfect consciousness rather than operating from a more established universal paradigm (aka “heaven.”)

To be clear, because this will confuse most people — “The Other” is not exempt from this process. Most of us have a strong belief that The Other has independent agency, but that is just a story you value and thus impart to the actors in your story to make it more believable for yourself.

If you believe people are boring, they will be boring. If someone makes you angry, it is because you are writing a story to get yourself to experience anger. If you want to experience love, you need to write a story that allows you experience it. If you have people that attack you, it is because you are seeing enemies or fear for your safety.

The further you awaken, the harder it will be to ignore that The Other is somehow “part of you” as they will have an eerie habit of perfectly reflecting whatever is on your mind or what is going on in your life. If you wish to achieve a higher degree of unity with your qualia, you will have to learn to integrate with The Other in harmonious ways.

Note, this is a strong reminder that free will cannot be violated. Removing agency simply creates puppets in your own realm. Not recommended. Your intent should be to understand why it is important for the Other to retain agency and “be.”

The Peter principle is a concept in management developed by Laurence J. Peter which observes that people in a hierarchy tend to rise to “a level of respective incompetence”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_principle

Reality is not hierarchical, but we impose hierarchy upon it in order to create a stable experience for ourselves to grow and create a more stable consciousness. In other words, some people are smarter, some are stupid, some are middling. There are “more good people” and “less good people.” We create spectrums in order to play. The broader we are, the broader the spectrum, the broader the challenges and the more dire the need becomes to have a better personal paradigm. You may find a critical need to narrow your spectrum to protect your sanity.

If everything was equal, there would be no diversity. No life. Void. So “sameness” is an example of evil when taken to extreme, or an anti-life pattern. Similarly, too much diversity creates raw chaos.

You must understand you are the absolute master of the universe. You are just a master of a small, limited universe, because that is the best you have achieved. But you can take comfort in this, because this also means there is nothing “better” than you — other than God — because of that same “Peter” principle.

You are also responsible for creating a cogent paradigm that creates the experience you desire and this especially includes how you value others and their role in the fundamental fabric of reality.

We will talk about spirits, guides and “higher beings” in future articles, but I will leave with this warning: be careful who you allow to backdoor your will. Do not submit to “terrorism.”

Any prison you create for yourself can be undone, because you already have the key. Any boss can be fired. There is no being that can simply swoop in and abduct you out of your realm, unless you surrender your authority to such a concept. There are no angels or devils that can mislead you, other than your willingness to be mislead or to disown your choices.

Remind me to write an article on deception, because deception is also something we create for ourselves. It is exhausting, isn’t it?

Evil can be considered like a “layer” on top of you, or another. Some might try to conflate it with ego, but this is misleading. The more one has disowned themselves into the “physical” world, the more evil they are likely to possess and will act in greater and greater abdication. Materialism is the leading cause of “Pilot Error.”

Without this evil, you would find the “MVG” — what I call the Minimum Viable God — the wizard behind the curtain. It is your true self who only acts when they are firmly situated on their throne.

When you can reliably identify evil, you can read people like books, because you can see everywhere they have hidden away their will. Identify someone’s altars — their masters — and you can see all the strings which they puppet themselves. You can see everyone’s prison. The true self reveals itself when it “has no masters” — when it is free. It feels like love.

Ex Inanis is about creating a structure for the “ego” such that we can remain in a non-stop flow state by having checks & balances that catch and destroy evil as an almost automated process.

Evil is often expressed through parasitism or vampirism, which is rampant in the human collective.

To understand vamprism, though, we need to understand more about what I call the Minimum Viable God (MVG) — or True Self — Christ Consciousness — Synthesis — and my Lighthouse example, which is the next article.

Until next time.

This is a tale about a man lost in a labyrinth of endless mind, imagination and shadow with no way out.

You bound into my life with a dazzling fire and illuminated the dark place that I dwelt. I chased after your fire, terrified to leave the place I reluctantly called home for so long. I did not know what I was doing and I did not care. I felt foolish and embarrassed.

I was mesmerized by your light. I could not pull away. You brought such vibrancy to the world that I could see, if only to stumble. I was not afraid to walk when you were near.

You banished the gloom and my heart warmed, my eyes softened and I could feel again. But I did not know what to do with it.

I saw how my darkness let you rest from your own nature. You could curl up in my lap — just for a little while. You could set aside your cleverness, ease your paws and just be without needing to be anywhere. But you were always drawn back to where you came and I grieved every time you left.

You came to visit me again and again and we celebrated this odd partnership that seemed to come out of nowhere that we could not define.

But ultimately it was a dance we could not keep up.

You wanted me to keep up with you, but I feared the forest. I leapt, and ran and jumped, but I did not have your grace. I fell over and over again. And I was afraid of your fire. I needed you to cool your flames for just a little while so I could hold your hand — but you did not know how.

But we tried anyway. Over and over. And we burned each other. And even though it burned, it seemed right. Every wound was secretly a blessing. It made us happy, even though neither of us could recognize it. We were healing something, but we didn’t know it at the time. The happiness that we covered up with pain kept pushing us forward.

We were too wrapped up in the choreography, rather than surrendering to the dance. We were under a different spell that whispered in our ears. How long have we been under that spell? It feels old — ancient — beyond our recollection. It kept us in two worlds.

I was determined to learn how to become fireproof, but you were just as determined to honor your fox spirit and run free. I let myself be burned and you kept coming back trying to dampen the flames.

Neither of us were wrong. Neither of us were right.

You wanted me to see you. And I wanted you to see me.

I wanted your fiery freedom. You wanted my pale peace.

I could not give you what you wanted. And I could not give you what you wanted.

But we both gave each other exactly what we needed.

We danced and danced until I could dance no more. You were too fast and I could chase no more. And your fire sung you a song you had to follow without me and I knew I had to let you go.

Your light left my forest, so I slowly surrendered back to my place of shadows. There I would spend another eternity in sorrow, wondering if a light like yours would ever return to me.

I tried to find other lights, but they were just wisps ; phantoms ; they faded whenever I came close, never really there and I just ended up getting more lost.

But do you know, I wonder, that you gave me everything? I kept a bit of your fire. I studied it. I coveted it. I got angry with it. I despaired over it. And then I realized it was showing me what I hated about myself. And that is when I learned love it.

And when I did that, it came to life. It sang. And I wept in joy. It was like you were with me again.

In time, I started to learn to create my own fire. I am terrible at it, but I could banish the dark just for a little while — just a little bit at a time — like a firely — so I could move.

I have to gather together kindling, wood and it requires much effort, but I can create a light. Not like you. You burned like a star. It was your nature that you couldn’t contain.

And I got better and better at it until I could light the way out of my shadows and see through the thick wood. I moved from camp to camp, sometimes forgetting where the last camp was — getting lost all over again — before I learned I could carry the fire. And slowly I found a way through the trees.

I did not know the whole time I was following you or using what you taught me.

I’m not as bright as you. I must make the fire anew every time. It is not my nature. My darkness snuffs it out ; it cannot get enough and I am always in a constant battle of attrition. It is always an argument. A fight. But I can walk now. I can see. You freed me.

I think about you all the time. I wonder if you took a bit of my shadow with you? Did you never learn how to cool your flames? Are you as much a victim to your own fire as I was, still letting it consume you — take you whether you want to go or not? I just want you to be free too.

I long to be by your fire again. I want to put down the torch. I am weary. What secrets am I hiding? You showed me who I was even when it was hidden from me, even as I refused to see what you made plain.

I finally found my way out of the forest. I am standing here, with the horizon before me. The world is here in all of it splendor, going on forever. It is an open prairie with the dark woods behind me. I no longer fear them, but they are no longer my home either.

But I am lonely. I want my fox by my side. But she is not here and I hesitate. I look at all this beauty and I can’t help but feel it seems like a burden.

I hate picking up sticks. I hate rubbing stones together. I hate carrying the fire. I hate that I have to accept this hate otherwise I can’t pick it up and move it. I hate the person I was even more and I must honor the person I want to be and that I have fought to be. Where do I go from here?

My heart calls me to go forward, yet also keeps looking through the trees hopping to spot you.

My heart says wait forever. My heart says I must go on. I cry, because my head cannot find a bridge between the two.

I use the smoke of my feeble fire — a hazy imitation of you — to send signals. I look into the bush and call out to you, hoping you will hear my voice and follow it. I play music, thinking of you. I gather wood & keep the fire of my camp burning so the light is always here for you, even though I am exhausted from doing this ritual so many times.

If I return to the forest to go looking for you, will you run from me again? Will I rob you of the shadow I have given you? Will I take away your triumph of finding your way out, too? And then will I lose you forever? I am terrified by this.

Have you figured out yet that we were the sea & the sun? You shone the light into my bottomless depths, and I quenched your endless fire.

The hawks, the robins, the cardinals, the little chickadees come to me sometimes. They whisper to me that you are still out there, thinking of me too. They tell me to wait. Do I trust them?

I think, maybe, if I leave this place, can I leave you a trail? Maybe if I leave tracks, little sketches on rocks and trees, messages in bottles, will you find them? And find me? But if I do, will I be too busy looking backwards to see where I am going?

How do I honor you now but to say I love you and always will? I shout it into the forest. I love you.

How do I tell you that you are prefect the way you are? That you can’t run from your own fire, just like I can’t run from my own shadow? Are we to be the sun & moon constantly chasing each other but never together?

My heart just will not let me go from here. I cry. I laugh. I look up at the sky, wondering if you are also looking. And I am learning that patience is a gift you have given me too.

I breathe. I let the darkness seep back in. And I temper it with the ephemeral fire I have built, even knowing that it will go out again. I will despair again when the darkness takes me and I will have to rekindle the spark once more. A ritual I know well now.

There is an unsteady but warm peace knowing that I can do this — at least. I can do this.

So, I think I will continue to wait here. The weather is nice. The birds are singing. The flowers are blooming. My heart is like the clouds in the sky when I think about you. I feel grateful. And there is plenty of firewood for when the night comes again.