Life, the Universe, and Everything

Throughout my entire life, the reasons for everything were being explained to me in little bits and pieces. There’s a giant road map out there — right before your eyes — placed there for someone (maybe thousands or hundreds of thousands or millions) like me to one day find.

This map marks a path. It shows where to go and what to avoid. It also has a legend giving reasons and telling me which things are not important.

The system is built into so much noise that I believe it may be impossible for anyone else to put it all together and recognize the information in whole because it depends on a few key pieces of information… it requires a crystal on the end of a staff be placed into a map of the ancient city at a particular time of day so that a beam of light will illuminate the exact location of the secret arc of the covenant…

..but yet every little part of the message is there for you to have, and learn from, or dismiss.

Your acceptance of the message is predicated on who is your parent or from what house you were born into.

But the choice yours.

You pick your home.

Even this cryptic statement by me seems like noise to most.

In 2008, I came up with the idea of genetic binaries. It was a romantic idea that a man and a woman are soul mates because of a genetic compatibility. They match up very closely on so many traits that they’re practically binary, or genetically identical, or the product of some asexual reproduction, or some such thing.

I made up the story that Rochelle and I were binaries and that’s why when we met that we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. That’s why when I spoke to her she lit up. And that’s why she paid so much attention to how I was acting the day I met her and could recount it to me so exactly the second time I saw her.

It’s a great story.

Anyway, the idea of genetic binaries as dreamed by yours truly is impossible.

There is one place where sexual reproduction is impossible.

There, all children are exact duplicates of their parent.

There, they have to put their child into a completely different environment, almost completely isolated from themselves, so that they can make their own way and become something different and better than the parent. They are a duplicate or clone of the parent in the “real world” and then sent to a “sandbox” to play until they become what they want to become and return home to have their own babies…

When they go to the real world, they are supposed to be protected by a family of formerly wild animals. Those animals themselves, are no longer wild though. They’re avatars, for other creatures, of the real world.

Hopefully the spirits inhabiting the avatars, the users, are binaries. Hopefully they’re at least soul mates. Hopefully they’re at least soul friends.

The relationship between the spirits and the animals is somewhat symbiotic. The animal is no slave to the spirit. The spirit, no matter how powerful, must listen to the animal and sometimes do what is required to care for it.

Some ride their horse until it dies, sure. And then they cut them open to keep warm. Sure.

The truth is so amazing.

Right now you either have the feeling that you and I are closely related or you do not. If you are repulsed by me then we are probably unrelated. In fact, we might be adversaries in the real world.

The real world breaks down into houses.

There is competition between the houses. It’s natural.

There once was one.

Then there was two.

Then there were four.

Or was there one then two then three then five?

Or was there one then sixteen?

The only thing I know is there was one and then there were more.

The first few who were created are very influential and they form the roots of lines and their lines form the personalities of the houses.

But once their offspring are sent to the sandbox, their direct influence on them is, by design, limited. The offspring have free will.

Their real parent is talking to them all the time, but they can’t directly hear it.

So the babies play around in the sandbox until they become what they are going to become and then they return home where they can chose to be in the house of their parent or change houses.

Basically a huge sales job is done on them while they’re in the sandbox. They’re changed and influenced. Some are lied to and convinced to change.

The animal hears everything that is said around it, and wants to listen to everything. It’s natural. Listening kept it alive when it was hunted. The spirit choses to hear or not.

The only way to truly incarnate yourself is to leave yourself messages in the sandbox. To influence your spirit in the animal to recognize and become yourself.

When the sleeper awakens, then all will be well.

Realizing who you are is powerful no matter where you live.

Be yourself.

I like movies. Don’t you?

One cannot be told what The Matrix is.

Beautiful.

Think God.

Beautiful.

May the Force be with you.

Beautiful.

The most awesome thing about it all is it is completely deniable.

Thanks to the distribution of information, people truly have a buffet of ideas and can freely choose what to believe. This race of ideas frees the reproductive process of the real world from the tyranny of geography and association in the sandbox.

In the beginning, information in the sandbox could not be so easily distributed. This was by design to put uncertainty into the system. It was part of the rules. If the system started with complete and total free access to information, then the makeup of the houses would never change and things sure would get boring back home.

But we are reaching the age of unity when all animals will have access to the same information at the same time. In those years, the game is over.

The good guys have already one.

Resistance is futile.

I love you.

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