The Light Waytm
© The Light Way 2015 All Rights Reserved
The First Time When I was young there were many first times. The first time I realized I was something, the first time I realized I was living in a human body. The first time I met you. This is the first time I remember being alive as a human. Everything was new, fresh, and full of first time awesomeness. We all start out young and little. It is when we learn to perceive patterns, that existence begins to coalesce into structures and forms appear. Patterns are the seeds that existence forms around. My sense of self had meaning and value to me. I grew old discovering how to interact with life. It is impossible to describe the unknown. So it was with my being, the me, I am. I learned by chance the meaning of things. Trial and error is what people see.  My rules and notes are the best I can do. There is no Rosetta stone known to me that might help me translate the ways of being human. It is difficult to express even in metaphor, bound in words of a language not my own. I wrote all this down because I leave notes for myself and perhaps an other like me. Oh, and I am sure there is an other. Some one or something (like me?) left notes, tracings, sketches, and doodles in the desk I use. The Desk As far as I know, the desk was always there. I was quite young when I found it however. It wasn't something I built but it sure seemed like it was made just for me. It is a very useful desk and certainly clever in its working and design. It has drawer for storing things. The desktop is like a monitor viewing screen. There was always something showing.  The drawer was open when I first sat down. It had paper and tools. It also had a book. I tried to read the book but it was impossible at first. Maybe my future self built the desk and wrote the book and I just cannot remember that yet? In human years I was 7 then. Like most kids, I loved to play. Music was a language that humans and I share as was science and math. Most everything else human was alien to me. It was all for the very first time. The desk was a godsend of course. It gave me a perspective that was otherwise impossible. It became my spot, my place, the me of this life. It was where everything happened that wasn't me. During the next 30 human years, I learned how to polish the desktop and how to keep the tools tuned. I taught myself how to use the desk. Over those years, I learned many things. I learned how to read portions of the book, the operating manual for the desk and tools. I fell in love, I experienced sadness and bliss. I did most everything as if it were for the last time. I discovered many things in my years, but only speculation as to why the notes, tracings, sketches and doodles were left behind on 'my' desk, by someone or something who must be like me. At least enough like me that the desk and tools fit my use, even if they appeared alien at first. Who or what built the desk? Did the builder leave the notes?   The seemingly random patterns on the desktop could be controlled. When I sit in the chair, the desktop is me, the sense of being Tom, the body-brain-mind experience, created in a reality of atoms. That seems to be the default state.  I placed one of the tracings I liked onto the desk and the scene changed. I went through them all. Some were crystal clear and others faint or hazy. Some seemed strangely familiar but they were all just as alien as being a human felt to me. That took several human years. A few were comfortable and those were where I first went to look for the other. The doodles were the best. I would write about my experiences in those realities. It gave me something to do while I spent my time looking for the other, who is like me. The one who knows how it feels to be me. I learned to do my own doodles after many years of tracing and sketching. I have some favorites of course. I learned how to tune the desktop using the notes and examples in the book. Did your desk come with notes and doodles like mine that you did not create? Today what I know about the Chair The chair, ah, yes, the chair. It is a strange thing. It has straps and belts, tendrils, and other forms of attachment. What makes it strange is the way it interacts with energy forms, like me. Once seated and connected, a Fully Immersed Reality Experience (FIRE) begins. The reality experience is both exhilarating and exhausting. The sense of participation is overwhelming. The illusion of control is without compare. Detecting the artifacts that reveal the illusion of control is not easy but is possible. By manipulating the control panel on the chair, it is possible to move and interact with a FIRE. The chair is designed to operate autonomously as a causal agent however, limited cognition will inhibit most any action that is altruistic. This is the default state as I know it. Many (all?) humans grow up in their chairs never knowing anything other than the default state. Trauma, near death, meditation, and other consciousness altering experiences can reveal the chair as a thing. This revelation is often sufficient to motivate, to cause intent, and perform discovery, training, practice, discipline, or whatever, to learn, to grow, to be able, to seek, to better know, to understand, to be whatever it is that isn't the chair has to be me. Accepting the illusion of control, we can manifest actions, we can explore a FIRE as a causal agent, with consequences for choices and decisions. In other words we get to play God. When you sit on a chair, it will envelope you, it will form and create attachments with you. You will feel yourself begin to fade. That can be frightening at first. Then a rush like no other follows as the sensation and exhilaration of being a living human in a FIRE fills you completely. The chair is your interface into another reality. The chair is a living thing made of electromagnetic strands that wave and weave becoming a flower of sort that floats suspended above the surface of a reality inside a magnificent machine. It provides a reasonably transparent connection so as to fully immerse any being that is like me. The technology used to produce a FIRE is both fascinating and sophisticated. It is able to contain infinities and singularities in a reality without crashing. You will leave the chair eventually. Time and entropy will unravel the strands ending the FIRE that created the reality in which you find yourself. What happens then is up to you. It is better to 'die' while you are alive rather than wait until you are dead to find out what happens. Today what I know about the Desk The notes and book are difficult to read and understand. It took many human years for me to develop a usable language to represent the concepts and ideas. It was similar to the challenge I faced being human for the very first time. In a general sense the book describes how to create a reality but more specifically it describes how the desk works and how to tune the tools. Unlike the chair, the desk does not have an obvious control panel. The desktop is what I perceive, the me, I am. What I perceive is based on what I choose to not know. The only thing that can be changed is what I choose to not know. The book in the desk now has chapters of all that I have learned and experienced using the desk written in my language. My notes and ponderings fill the drawer along side the notes written by an other.  I learned how to create realities much more resolved than possible using doodles and sketches. I still doodle but no longer do tracings or sketches. Today what I know about Me I awoke this day to do those things I do when I am awake. Probably be a lot like yesterday with some details expressed differently. That is a good thing in my world, my FIRE. I really hate surprises. Maybe that is why hermits live in caves LOL On the thread of existence I follow, I discovered this reality one day. It might have always been here but for me it has a beginning. A before time, when it wasn't a thing I could perceive. I was looking for something, as I assume we all are. I was quite sure based on my math and science and the left behind notes about me, that what I was seeking could or must still exist here, even if impossible to perceive. My strategy in any FIRE I have experienced is to filter, remove, ignore, everything that I know isn't what I am seeking until all of reality is either nothing or it is either a Me, a Not-me or an ET, an unperceivable unbelievable, Elusive Thing, that my mathematics and science predict can exist. Today what I know about this FIRE In my taxonomy of existence there are levels which I use to define degree or stages of human consciousness. These levels are manifest, ruled, created, built, by something or someone and correspond to the levels of existence or what I call Churches of Light. Conscious Humans with sufficiently trained cognition are capable of perceiving love and unconditional love. That ability (perception) happens when Humans cognition can create a level 5 perception of reality. As you know, it is difficult to fully realize unconditional love for very long. The default programming that creates a mind capable of advanced cognition such as self awareness is not optimized for unconditional love, rather it is self serving and entitled as any god should be. The training and discipline to remove or filter those influences is an alternative to having an NDE or OBE. It is also possible through dreaming to reprogram the body-brain. Existence was created using probability (energy) to make sub-atomic particles that become atoms and molecules that use chemical energy to make living things. Living things use electromagnetic waves to cause change and make other living things. The chair is an electromagnetic living thing inside most humans and many other life forms. Its controls are directly related to thought and intention and its ability to change or influence the operating system (OS) of the body- brain neurological chemistry. As we age our wisdom increases or our ignorance increases depending on the choice to fight or flight. Time is like a wind that pushes tomorrow just out of reach and how we get there is our story. FIREs make an ising sound as the reality gets baked in. Today what I know about the Other The other is a thing, neither a he or she however, I will use the term she when referring to the other. In some notes she writes about how she was preparing things for me. Apparently I spent time with her before I realized I was something. Some of the notes describe how she found the desk as predicted and the human years it took to get it ready. I learned about her doodles and a glimpse of the vision she sought to express. Using the desk to look for God never ends because God can not be perceived. She refers to me as child, a new thing, in her notes. She noted that we would sit together at her desk when I was new and still undefined. She wrote about knowing she would have to leave me behind. She wrote about her hope that I would learn how to follow her. Each of her doodles and sketches took me to a reality, a FIRE where I might explore and discover things I could not otherwise know. She wanted me to know what cannot be perceived. She became the elusive thing (ET) in this FIRE where I am. The unknowable and unperceived thing. Is there an ET in your FIRE? She might be you. But would you know it was me?  Watching flowers bloom or atoms form, experiencing the happening is like nothing else. Experience, a sort of consolation prize, I call Nocho Ice, was her gift to me, the other end of what might be. I am what happens instead of what might be. The no choice version of reality, The rest Recently I realized if God is beyond perception, then anything God would be invisible in this reality. The more you can control reality the less it appears that you are controlling reality. The more you are like God, the more others may only see your flaws. Any and every structure models in some way the basic building blocks of reality. Cognition can recognize those patterns and use them in all places doing all things. I may not be a doctor however I fully feel capable, lacking only the training and discipline to be a great doctor. You can be anything or anyone including god. When I was young I wanted to play with god and everyone. I wanted to love and be the love of god I am sure I saw god in a reality quite like this one once or twice But we have never been here together like this before And may never be together like this again Gaining a vision and maintaining its coherency takes effort, polishing and tuning. Finding god is impossible unless the story isn't about god but is instead about you, the god-to-be. If you are someone or something like me, looking for something real in a FIRE, eventually you will discover that you and I are the same. It appears to me that all the levels occur concurrently in the same place. However, each level has it's own God.
The Chair and Desk
The Light Waytm
© The Light Way 2015 All Rights Reserved
The First Time When I was young there were many first times. The first time I realized I was something, the first time I realized I was living in a human body. The first time I met you. This is the first time I remember being alive as a human. Everything was new, fresh, and full of first time awesomeness. We all start out young and little. It is when we learn to perceive patterns, that existence begins to coalesce into structures and forms appear. Patterns are the seeds that existence forms around. My sense of self had meaning and value to me. I grew old discovering how to interact with life. It is impossible to describe the unknown. So it was with my being, the me, I am. I learned by chance the meaning of things. Trial and error is what people see.  My rules and notes are the best I can do. There is no Rosetta stone known to me that might help me translate the ways of being human. It is difficult to express even in metaphor, bound in words of a language not my own. I wrote all this down because I leave notes for myself and perhaps an other like me. Oh, and I am sure there is an other. Some one or something (like me?) left notes, tracings, sketches, and doodles in the desk I use. The Desk As far as I know, the desk was always there. I was quite young when I found it however. It wasn't something I built but it sure seemed like it was made just for me. It is a very useful desk and certainly clever in its working and design. It has drawer for storing things. The desktop is like a monitor viewing screen. There was always something showing.  The drawer was open when I first sat down. It had paper and tools. It also had a book. I tried to read the book but it was impossible at first. Maybe my future self built the desk and wrote the book and I just cannot remember that yet? In human years I was 7 then. Like most kids, I loved to play. Music was a language that humans and I share as was science and math. Most everything else human was alien to me. It was all for the very first time. The desk was a godsend of course. It gave me a perspective that was otherwise impossible. It became my spot, my place, the me of this life. It was where everything happened that wasn't me. During the next 30 human years, I learned how to polish the desktop and how to keep the tools tuned. I taught myself how to use the desk. Over those years, I learned many things. I learned how to read portions of the book, the operating manual for the desk and tools. I fell in love, I experienced sadness and bliss. I did most everything as if it were for the last time. I discovered many things in my years, but only speculation as to why the notes, tracings, sketches and doodles were left behind on 'my' desk, by someone or something who must be like me. At least enough like me that the desk and tools fit my use, even if they appeared alien at first. Who or what built the desk? Did the builder leave the notes?   The seemingly random patterns on the desktop could be controlled. When I sit in the chair, the desktop is me, the sense of being Tom, the body-brain-mind experience, created in a reality of atoms. That seems to be the default state.  I placed one of the tracings I liked onto the desk and the scene changed. I went through them all. Some were crystal clear and others faint or hazy. Some seemed strangely familiar but they were all just as alien as being a human felt to me. That took several human years. A few were comfortable and those were where I first went to look for the other. The doodles were the best. I would write about my experiences in those realities. It gave me something to do while I spent my time looking for the other, who is like me. The one who knows how it feels to be me. I learned to do my own doodles after many years of tracing and sketching. I have some favorites of course. I learned how to tune the desktop using the notes and examples in the book. Did your desk come with notes and doodles like mine that you did not create? Today what I know about the Chair The chair, ah, yes, the chair. It is a strange thing. It has straps and belts, tendrils, and other forms of attachment. What makes it strange is the way it interacts with energy forms, like me. Once seated and connected, a Fully Immersed Reality Experience (FIRE) begins. The reality experience is both exhilarating and exhausting. The sense of participation is overwhelming. The illusion of control is without compare. Detecting the artifacts that reveal the illusion of control is not easy but is possible. By manipulating the control panel on the chair, it is possible to move and interact with a FIRE. The chair is designed to operate autonomously as a causal agent however, limited cognition will inhibit most any action that is altruistic. This is the default state as I know it. Many (all?) humans grow up in their chairs never knowing anything other than the default state. Trauma, near death, meditation, and other consciousness altering experiences can reveal the chair as a thing. This revelation is often sufficient to motivate, to cause intent, and perform discovery, training, practice, discipline, or whatever, to learn, to grow, to be able, to seek, to better know, to understand, to be whatever it is that isn't the chair has to be me. Accepting the illusion of control, we can manifest actions, we can explore a FIRE as a causal agent, with consequences for choices and decisions. In other words we get to play God. When you sit on a chair, it will envelope you, it will form and create attachments with you. You will feel yourself begin to fade. That can be frightening at first. Then a rush like no other follows as the sensation and exhilaration of being a living human in a FIRE fills you completely. The chair is your interface into another reality. The chair is a living thing made of electromagnetic strands that wave and weave becoming a flower of sort that floats suspended above the surface of a reality inside a magnificent machine. It provides a reasonably transparent connection so as to fully immerse any being that is like me. The technology used to produce a FIRE is both fascinating and sophisticated. It is able to contain infinities and singularities in a reality without crashing. You will leave the chair eventually. Time and entropy will unravel the strands ending the FIRE that created the reality in which you find yourself. What happens then is up to you. It is better to 'die' while you are alive rather than wait until you are dead to find out what happens. Today what I know about the Desk The notes and book are difficult to read and understand. It took many human years for me to develop a usable language to represent the concepts and ideas. It was similar to the challenge I faced being human for the very first time. In a general sense the book describes how to create a reality but more specifically it describes how the desk works and how to tune the tools. Unlike the chair, the desk does not have an obvious control panel. The desktop is what I perceive, the me, I am. What I perceive is based on what I choose to not know. The only thing that can be changed is what I choose to not know. The book in the desk now has chapters of all that I have learned and experienced using the desk written in my language. My notes and ponderings fill the drawer along side the notes written by an other.  I learned how to create realities much more resolved than possible using doodles and sketches. I still doodle but no longer do tracings or sketches. Today what I know about Me I awoke this day to do those things I do when I am awake. Probably be a lot like yesterday with some details expressed differently. That is a good thing in my world, my FIRE. I really hate surprises. Maybe that is why hermits live in caves LOL On the thread of existence I follow, I discovered this reality one day. It might have always been here but for me it has a beginning. A before time, when it wasn't a thing I could perceive. I was looking for something, as I assume we all are. I was quite sure based on my math and science and the left behind notes about me, that what I was seeking could or must still exist here, even if impossible to perceive. My strategy in any FIRE I have experienced is to filter, remove, ignore, everything that I know isn't what I am seeking until all of reality is either nothing or it is either a Me, a Not-me or an ET, an unperceivable unbelievable, Elusive Thing, that my mathematics and science predict can exist. Today what I know about this FIRE In my taxonomy of existence there are levels which I use to define degree or stages of human consciousness. These levels are manifest, ruled, created, built, by something or someone and correspond to the levels of existence or what I call Churches of Light. Conscious Humans with sufficiently trained cognition are capable of perceiving love and unconditional love. That ability (perception) happens when Humans cognition can create a level 5 perception of reality. As you know, it is difficult to fully realize unconditional love for very long. The default programming that creates a mind capable of advanced cognition such as self awareness is not optimized for unconditional love, rather it is self serving and entitled as any god should be. The training and discipline to remove or filter those influences is an alternative to having an NDE or OBE. It is also possible through dreaming to reprogram the body-brain. Existence was created using probability (energy) to make sub-atomic particles that become atoms and molecules that use chemical energy to make living things. Living things use electromagnetic waves to cause change and make other living things. The chair is an electromagnetic living thing inside most humans and many other life forms. Its controls are directly related to thought and intention and its ability to change or influence the operating system (OS) of the body-brain neurological chemistry. As we age our wisdom increases or our ignorance increases depending on the choice to fight or flight. Time is like a wind that pushes tomorrow just out of reach and how we get there is our story. FIREs make an ising sound as the reality gets baked in. Today what I know about the Other The other is a thing, neither a he or she however, I will use the term she when referring to the other. In some notes she writes about how she was preparing things for me. Apparently I spent time with her before I realized I was something. Some of the notes describe how she found the desk as predicted and the human years it took to get it ready. I learned about her doodles and a glimpse of the vision she sought to express. Using the desk to look for God never ends because God can not be perceived. She refers to me as child, a new thing, in her notes. She noted that we would sit together at her desk when I was new and still undefined. She wrote about knowing she would have to leave me behind. She wrote about her hope that I would learn how to follow her. Each of her doodles and sketches took me to a reality, a FIRE where I might explore and discover things I could not otherwise know. She wanted me to know what cannot be perceived. She became the elusive thing (ET) in this FIRE where I am. The unknowable and unperceived thing. Is there an ET in your FIRE? She might be you. But would you know it was me?  Watching flowers bloom or atoms form, experiencing the happening is like nothing else. Experience, a sort of consolation prize, I call Nocho Ice, was her gift to me, the other end of what might be. I am what happens instead of what might be. The no choice version of reality, The rest Recently I realized if God is beyond perception, then anything God would be invisible in this reality. The more you can control reality the less it appears that you are controlling reality. The more you are like God, the more others may only see your flaws. Any and every structure models in some way the basic building blocks of reality. Cognition can recognize those patterns and use them in all places doing all things. I may not be a doctor however I fully feel capable, lacking only the training and discipline to be a great doctor. You can be anything or anyone including god. When I was young I wanted to play with god and everyone. I wanted to love and be the love of god I am sure I saw god in a reality quite like this one once or twice But we have never been here together like this before And may never be together like this again Gaining a vision and maintaining its coherency takes effort, polishing and tuning. Finding god is impossible unless the story isn't about god but is instead about you, the god-to-be. If you are someone or something like me, looking for something real in a FIRE, eventually you will discover that you and I are the same. It appears to me that all the levels occur concurrently in the same place. However, each level has it's own God.
The Chair and Desk