Higher dimensional versions of ourselves exist and make contact with us using all sorts of different languages that the universe has under its aresnal.

The basecode being math, which we run on, and the original source being music and rythym, which we feed on – kind of like a lifesource pool with sections of threads and rivers bleeding into our reality through the medium of sound. Everything is a wave.

So if you can crack the basecode then you’ll be able to have a close enough grasp on reality to propell yourself into future exscapades and have a good chance of knowing what the fluck is going on.

Like, where do I start… every 2150 or so years the galaxies align and then the stars align and then the planets align and then the flora align and then the animals align and at the same time the subatomic particals have aleady started aligning alongside the standard particles then the atoms and the molecules and crystaline structures and formations of matter like gold, silver, and all the elements and then onto your sedimentary rocks and dirts and all sorts of configurations of material things that make up the earth we stand on and then we meet a standstill…

Two opposing forces brush each others shoulders after walking down the street and have an all out brawl for no other reason that every thing in the universe can suddenly see each other with no limits and no closed doors, just pure unadulterated and unfiltered chaos. A huge bolt of lightning begins to form from both sides at once and they meet each other in the middle to find the path of least resistance and BANG! A connection has been establised. Ethernet RJ-45 cable has been plugged into both interfaces and we are ready for transmission, sir. Zooooom.

Welcome to conciousness and also confusion-ness? So if we know the how, then what is the why? The way… the way the river flows and you grab your boat and plunge it into the stream and let nature take its course. You end up where the wind takes you and the wind might take you to a brothel full of hookers and/or 72 virgins or it might just take you to working in a sweatshop for Jeff Bezos under the poorest conditions and put into absolute survival mode. Nature of pot luck that.

Pain and pleasure, build up and release. Merge yourselves together and brace the embrace that embrace braces brace. Solidify reality into a matrix of depravity and then with this you’ll drift into a state unknown to us mere mortals which will blow your mind up.

Flux.

We’re flowing and flowing is all. Down the stream to serenity. There is not end; for its constant. At least there is no concievable end that we need to worry our tiny little minds about. Our little planet and all planets and stars for that matter (all matter rather) will be dust or more specifically data stored onto the all mighty black hole of all black holes, merged with one another many times over to become the last thing to exist. Ones and zeros. You and I.

Technically what we are right now is one big quantum decision waiting to be resolved. The final ultimatum comes down to … am I yay or am I nay, that is thy question. Place your bets now ladies and gentlemen and everyone on the gender spectrum. What do you think we are, a one or a zero? On or off? Yes or no? Or maybe you just think we are a fractal. One big ol’ fractal. Hmm yes, that would be lovely wouldn’t it..?

Merry Shiftmas and a flappy new year.