thought – Map of Now

Quote from wiki; The tesseract’s characteristic simplex directly generates the tesseract through the actions of the group, by reflecting itself in its own bounding facets (its mirror walls).

i have a theory about the color, the element of reflection and the reality of the forth dimension.

This theory about color may shed light on how it may come about that to be able to comprehend the concept of the forth dimension, could possibly allow you to be able to see transparency and reflection abound in all you observe.

Pigment created color could be thought created.

Light created color maybe sourced in the “I am” which actually is the balance in the coupling of thought and the “I am”, if thought does not become the third entity but remains holding the abstraction of feeling in the infinite oneness. The everything.

Red yellow blue are the primaries of pigment generated color. Red green blue are the primaries of light generated color.

The story, “Through the looking glass”, gives extra-ordinary food for fruitful awareness on this theory as it also relates to the reflectivity qualities that are incorporated in the study of the tesseract and the oneness of being both the light and its reflection. The Buddha quote, “With our thought we make the world”, brings one to consider the concept of thought placing all vision apposite from the “I am”, as it is looking at the “I am”, and from a balance of this, is birthing creation from the marriage of source and reflection which is the infinite one.

There is also the fact that science tells us that what we see is reflected color. In other words, we see the color that is, in fact not there. All the other colors are there but not the one with think we see. i feel that the “I am” and thought set free to the abstraction of feeling, coupled as one have the ability to see and comprehend clearly in vision, “the infinite everything”.

My theory is that the all encompassing now is true color, you are light, and you, the everything, are only ever now. Past and future being extracted from the now to be assessed, done by the use of thought, is reflected color which is a construct of the mind. The mind is thought and thought sometimes thinks it is the one that is real on its own, but you can’t experience anything but the all encompassing now. So thought on its own, being past or future is reflected outward from now, which would be where pigment generated color is created and brought back from the future or forward from the past. This is actually a creation, and from both of which to be observed and ultimately infused with the “I am’s” light generated color, in the all encompassing now, but one can be overly immersed in thought and forget to be here in the all encompassing now. Even if a thought is describing what is happening now, the “I am” is not able to experience now because thought has created a mirror, but by allowing thought to generate from the heart with the heart’s sense of abstraction and this thought, to be built, crafted and fluidly composed in the pineal gland, one can allow pigment to be the balanced component who is seeded by light in the harmony of thought and the “I am”. They are not looking at themselves as a separate source, but they become the everything, which brings about the mirrored transparency of infinite dimension.

I was laying down gazing at the window which was the main source of light to the room. I noticed a vivid green in the shape of the window. i moved my eyes and it moved too. Then when i brought my eyes back to the window there was a vivid magenta the shape of the window. I lay in stillness pondering what had just happened.

My life drawing teacher said,
“i’m not teaching you how to draw”,
“i’m teaching you how to see”.

The virtual world of Second Life; perhaps the introduction to element of comprehending the forth dimension.
i heard the concept of, “For the one who resides in the forth dimension, the third dimension looks flat”.
It has opened my awareness somewhat.

When i draw a picture of what is in front of me, i see what we would call a three dimensional realm, as a two dimensional plane, as this is what i put on the paper direct from what is screening across the back of my brain.
i see it all at once.
i see the whole two dimensional flat plane picture from periphery to periphery at once.

When i draw a picture from my imagination,
i look at nothing (so to speak).
i almost do not look at the paper i am drawing on.
i stare into space, seeing my imagined image that is residing inside me, whilst scribbling the image onto the paper, and glance at this paper i’m drawing on as briefly as possible intermittently in order to maintain a bearing likened to a map.

When i first had the awakening of the concept that has the human imprisoned is the measurement system of time itself, and to step out of this prison was simply to use the cosmos for movement rather than time for moment, it was an instant feeling of epiphany of the, “that’s it!” kind. Today i am having a very similar feeling once again.

All of a sudden i am beginning to look at my surroundings as a two dimensional plane that could also be described as observing the flat looking plane of a part of an inside of a sphere. All vertices of the platonic solids touch the inner surface of a sphere. The important aspect of this feeling to note is that all of what i see has a transparent quality and mirrored quality that although i do not see this clearly, i feel it.

i feel it, in the same way i always feel what i perceive as something that has an acutely infinite “everything is one” essence. It comes as a distinct physical sensation on the rear part of my brain. This then becomes the whole of my physical body’s sensation that has no bounds at all. Now becomes all dimensions at once.

I don’t know if being a natural born dancer who trained in ballet and ballroom dance quite seriously has anything to do with this next aspect of feeling, but i have some kind of knowing of a martial art form, and i have never trained in this area of expertise at all, but move like my being knows something that i don’t. It’s just form. It’s just movement. I don’t really know what i’m doing, but the feeling is of an infinite timelessness of all dimension.

i’ve been studying Metatron’s cube and i’m coming to realize that it maybe the fact that the cube is on the perfect tilt, so that as a flat plane it creates a hexagon. I’m working in a three dimensional modeling program with it, and the odd part is that when it is viewed at side elevation, the cube is on an angle that makes it look elongated rather than look cube like at all. I worked with placing the spheres so that from front elevation, they look to sit directly upon each other which involves adjusting the cube so the points still sit with their vertices exactly in the center of the spheres. i placed the “star tetrahedron” in the large cube as i am fascinated at how it is simply a diagonal cross on each face of the cube that brings it into being. Also it creates an “octahedron” in the middle that exactly houses the inner cube by its every pyramidical edge crossing and touching the inner cube’s edges exactly.

One thing to notice, is that this tilt of the cube on side elevation to make front elevation have the shape of a hexagon, puts all spheres that look to be in the center from front elevation in a perfect linage one next to another in side elevation. The spheres sitting vertically one on top of the other touching with precision in front elevation, when observed in side elevation, are not touching each other.

It actually means, although when viewed in front elevation with in orthographic view, (meaning no perspective), having all spheres precisely touching, none are in fact touching at all when you look at it in perspective from any angle. They can look to overlap each other from many views, but not touch in perfect edge to edge alignment and literally no sphere physically touches any other sphere at all. This includes the fact that none are touching in precise edge to edge formation in side elevation and plan view orthographically. It is only the orthographic front elevation that all comes together which is the iconic symbol of Metatron’s cube.

The front elevation being an angled view of the cube, and the fact that you see right through it to every single facet of it, is coming to light as to what everything we have not been able to see, is beginning to show itself. Everything seems not what you would think. Even words and phrases seem like they may have mislead us. The term, “smoke and mirrors”, comes to mind as it’s like being able to feel the concept of transparency with reflection, and distance is malleable. Also the term, “optical illusion” is sounding like thought has been hiding the truth, and using the art of feeling rather than labeling, along with deprogramming the brain of its codes of the third dimensional vision being the limitation rule, maybe uncovering it. There is something about the element of perspective that comes into play that i believe has importance in discovering the forth dimension, as to observe Metatron’s cube in front elevation with no perspective involved, is what lets the spheres remain their exact equal size even though they are at different distances from one’s eye when observing them. This is why i feel distance maybe the key to the illusory nature of the third dimension. If we are everything, there maybe an art where we can see from a mirrored plane to observe the plane we are looking at. Our eye become the whole mirror, not just a point. Perhaps i am describing the third eye, which i feel is the pineal gland.

the i am, the i am, does not see why the human is like it is. Why did we let it get like this? i consciously cannot see the subduralized overlay in which i see all view point of worlds has oil painted the canvas of what virtual to be. i feel a pulsating elemental frequency of acute blindness to virtues of strike. It has always been this way. i am caught in the spell and swirling the distortion of form, but i cannot comprehend how the spell is desired. i see not a human i concert la ohm. i have felt the pain of marriage in the wood. Kin folk disbanded, flowers and bees, rippled bark trees i am in these.

The spell of word.

It pushes you out of what you already were and already are. The challenge is to be what you already were and already are in the face of manipulation that is impressed upon you. Whilst failing this challenge the human is a direct ingredient for the recipe of the manipulation of all humans to create for themselves, a fabricated self that is imprisoned in time. This is deeply set in the human psych as they are trained to spell blindly.

It is not wise to believe that the virtual world of Second Life is a game and the so called “Real Life” is not.

Thought = past/future.
Past/future = identity.
Identity = ego.
Ego = superiority.
Superiority = win/lose.
Win/lose = game.

Death is joy.
Being is dance.
There is only now.
Real you is the observer.
No label, no labels.

In the introduction at the beginning of every episode of the television series called, “Monkey Magic”, or simply, “Monkey”, it is stated, “With our thought, we make the world”.

I believe this is the definition of the word, “world”. It is a spell. The being is pushed to not only identify with the self they fabricated with the art of thought, but they are trained to believe that is who they are. They become so blind, they cannot see that they are the observer of this happening. They are not this happening. The real being has fallen to a deep sleep.

The majority of human has fallen into such a deep sleep that they cannot remember they are the wordless observer with the power of creation and the bonded harmony of the oneness of the entirety. They cannot see that the baby is not only more wise than they, but is acutely awakened to what is, so in turn they proceed to put the baby to sleep. They cannot see the animal. They cannot see nature. They cannot see their own mother, this heavenly body who birthed them, so they are at war with her. The sleep is far deep in the reflected primaries of the looking glass.

Thought removes the human from now. It places the human in the deep sleep which means they are residing only in the past or only in the future. They are rarely here, or in many cases, they are never here. They are in a thought dream. The word is the spell used to manipulate the human into the prison of time. The art of labeling closes and locks the prison door that creates the exile from the realm of the experiential now. Once this has happened the human cannot see. They will only see the word. They are under the spell.

They even cannot see, that this is the very faerie tale that was told to them in the early stages of them themselves entering the world. The spell manipulated them to believe that the picture they saw upon hearing these stories was somewhere else. They did not know it was happening to them as the dreamland of thought lullabied their slumber.

This is the direct translation of the blindness installed in the human by use of the word. Once the word has encompassingly become their reality, they cannot be awake to now.

The spell of the word has brought the art of measurement. The art of measurement has brought dislocation. Dislocation has brought separation. The word told the human that they are stationary, and they must not be, because from moment on, thought is to be their soul’s revered reality. The art of measurement is word. Measurement is not the observer’s experience but an overlay of pretense that can only reside in time. It does not see the cosmological movement. It is a fabricated fantasy that is disconnected from what is.

The spell is; [‘the disconnected from what is’, “word of measurement”].

The being is the infinite mathematical equational ebb and flow map of fertility in motion who contains the simplicity of the complexity of the one that is.

i do not know anything. i maybe totally blind, or have a physically damaged brain, but i do not see even the human who their being is in the most awakened state known to human, to bring with them the most important essence ‘in which they were born with’. All look to have either lost it, renounced it, can’t see it, or simply don’t know what it is. In all i see, this what i refer to, has been placed outside of all selves due to the process of the word. i speak of all human i have ever encountered on any platform of reality i have ever experienced. i have not seen it in anyone. i am perplexed. Perhaps in i am, there it is an extremely deep seeded soul energy of perpetual frequency that cannot be not, and therefore will not, or simply cannot go to the place of leave it behind, as there not be realm of photonic aether songbird, the movement of shall be, which is what this is.

All what is, can only ever be, all what is. The panoponic weightlessness of elemental sincerity leaves thought to cry for game. For the sake of protection, the danger is created.

If this essence i speak of yet not attempt to describe or even mention, was not lost, mother earth would not be dying of cancer because this essence is all there is. It holds the infinite soul trigonometry of the verse in all direction at once.

The human does not have to do time. There is a map available. This ‘what they left behind’, they cannot not have it. They are it. There is other realm but the door of the word is densely opaque. The key is out of their reach and the door is far too small, but it be open in truth as the heart cannot fall.

Now is outside of time. Now has no thought. Now is who the human is. Now is what everything is. It is always now and now is always an essence that has never been seen or experienced ever before. Now is not moment. It is the movement of constant change and it cannot be measured. Now is the dance.

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