SO NOW THAT WE KNOW what can and can’t be known
as true, we can take a look at that which can’t be known,
but which we might as well believe anyway. This is back
down the rabbit-hole, where the mountain is a mountain
again, and where everything is real but nothing is true. The
trick is drawing a distinct line between real and true. We
can’t accept anything as true except I-Am/Consciousness,
but whatever we believe is real, is real.
To re-enter the amusement park is to re-suspend
disbelief; to accept the virtual reality of the dreamstate as
real reality. For instance, I like to pretend that I’m sane and
that I have free will. Might as well, right? I also pretend
that I am my character, that my memories are trustworthy,
and that time and space and the world are as they seem.
Kinda gotta.
And frankly, why not? I have no belief to uphold, no
teaching to adhere to, no one to convince of anything. I’m
done. Done done. I don’t have to act or dress or behave a
certain way. Yes, I have this overlighting co-creative
intelligence thing, but that’s just another belief, like
pretending I’m sane.
With all that said, we can take a closer look at some
speculations within C-Rex that we might as well accept as
real, like filling ballast tanks with dead-weight in order to
submerge.
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As stated, one of the main things I make-believe is true
is the overlighting intelligence with which I align myself. I
speculate that I am in a co-creative relationship with an
intelligence and will infinitely superior to my own. I
observe that I exist within energetic patterns that flow like
currents. I observe that when I act in alignment with these
subtle energetic currents, all goes well, desires manifest,
direction is clear, ease and smoothness are natural. I
observe that I have developed a high degree of sensitivity
to this energy, and that I’m able to make micro-corrections
before any significant non-smoothness occurs.
Perfect intelligence is easy for me to believe. It almost
proves out logically, I perceive it without the senses, and it
is so nearly certain to me that I’d almost claim it as truth,
which I would never say about anything else. Sure, it’s all
speculation, but I might as well speculate that I’m sane, and
if I am sane, then perfect intelligence is my operating
system. PIos.
My character is something else I go along with. What’s
an actor without a character to play? No-self is true self, but
actors on a stage need personas and costumes and
backstories, and I already have all that, so that’s how I roll.
The mountain is a mountain again. What else would I do,
walk around as no-self? Not an option. There is no such
thing as an enlightened person in the dreamstate because
you can’t be true in a false context, or unlimited in a
limited context. Conversely, truth is uninhabitable.
No one
lives where the mountain isn’t a mountain, no one resides
outside of the dreamstate.
You’re either in Maya’s Palace
of Delusion, or you’re nowhere.
I also treat the wysiwyg universe as real. This is the
dreamstate reality I find myself in and, except for not
existing, I don’t find it objectionable. For that reason, and
because it would be damned inconvenient not to, I accept
apparent reality at face value. I said in the first book that I
believe everything indiscriminately, and this is that. Being
awake in the dreamstate, I don’t need to worry about
discriminating between what’s real and what’s not.
Everything in a dream is equally real, so what is there to
discriminate about?
The apparent world, starting with my apparent brain
and working outward, is easy to believe, and is a necessary
convention of life in the dreamstate. The wysiwyg universe
is where I live, this is where my mountain is a mountain
again.
I call it home, but I never confuse it with truth. I may
inhabit the dreamstate, but I never slip back into nonlucidity.
