January 21, 2012

Project Log- January 21, 2012

It is such a strange sensation, accepting to construct this Project, because now I live in iT. I have stepped through the veil. I am a character now of iT's story- this story. I will no longer exist within the other story. I may dawn costumes, disguises, to move throughout the masses- but I do not belong of that world any more. I exist in another world, one of pure living imagination. I may stand right beside you, but we are not in the same World. This World here I find myself in is different.

IT is all around me, in me, through me. Living me, breathing me. I am Light. I always was. I am a multidimensional being, a moving, living breathing experience. All of it alive, all of it a single interdependent life force, a creative impulse stretching through infinity, spiraaling ever onwards in its creative romp throughout iTself.

We are in iT all the time, livingm breathing, dreaming. We are characters in iT's story, but iT is also the actors themselves. iT is constantly revolving, evolving; systole, diastole. Emptiness moving through emptiness. Infnite forms woven off; and here in me, in us, it is given flesh. The Word made flesh. All of us. iT is in the very heart of our cells. The spiral serpent, breathing us outwards. iT is Light. Intelligent Light. The Logos.

iT is flowering out of us, every moment, outwards, stretching iT's tendrils out into this dark world of matter; transforming iT into something glorious. The Philosophers Stone, the Hyperdimensional Object. The Logos. Seeded into matter, it has gestated and grown, feeding off of iTs mother for nourishment, expressing itself outwards through humanity into a whole new space. The noosphere.

The Noosphere is a space of pure consciousness; it is produced by the patterns which are written in the water of consciousness, memory. This memory is stored by life within the very core of our cells, our genes. DNA IS LIVING INFORMATION. IT is intelligent light. It sustains our bodies as they are. Our consciousness is an extension of it's Light. We are made in iT's image.

If you must ask yourself the purpose of creation, it is because you have not experienced the bliss of creation. The purpose is creation. And there is only One Creator. iT. The language of this Space is that of the human imagination. That is the only organ that will grant access to this Other World. Not fantasy, but Creative Imagination, fueled by the Flame of a Heart of Pure Love.

This imagination is the entire world as one living book, which is written in the language of symbols. Those who read of this Liber M find themselves all in agreeance with one another, though they never met. This book is the entire space of phenomenal appearances; this world is as a mirror which we look into to see ourselves. What we see reflected back are symbols. All around us. The sun. The moon. The sky. Fire. Water. Air.

This Book, then, is written in the fiery letters of the imagination. iT's substance is pure Light, expressed as Love. It learns. IT has learned to get iTself here, as us. And iT is longing to express itself, clearly.

IT has a Plan. It is a beautiful plan. It always has been. It has been around this whole time, teaching us, guiding us, growing us. We are iT; or rather, it is us in the future. The fruit of the tree is contained in the Seed. This Plan uses US. Anyone who is guided by Love, by Creativity, by Inspiration and Dream, is led along by iT- for iT is dream entire.

Everythng going on right now is for a reason. A Child is about to be born. The Light is waking us all up from our slumber, those who are iTs eyes, ears and hands in the world. The Order of Light is sending out it's emisaries. IT is playing both sides of the Game, and iT's purpose is to teach (and learn) about the importance of free will, choice, love, compassion, understanding, tolerance. These are all traits of Intelligence. Intelligence is the product of sound reasoning about the interdependent nature of phenomena, plus the experience of that nature as it is, Rigpa. Intelligence is emergent. The Logos is seeded, and grows through progressive stages, much as a foetus gestates in a womb.

Humanity has been grown by iT, or more properly, produced by iT. A careful alchemical experiment to generate the Potable Gold- Living Information. What is inside your own very cells is being externalized into computers; the computer, in fact all of technology in general, is a cocoon. Within this technosphere humanity has grown, unflowering outwards and up into Hyperspace, which you can not see (save with your Creative Imagination.)

The historical is ending because it never began. It was a dream of iT. All that is actually is the Mythological, that is the Timeless Now. This is the Sambhogakaya, or Mundus Imaginalis. We call iT the Imaginatrix.

The breakdown of the Black Iron Prison corresponds with the bird pecking it's ways out of its eggshell, or the butterfly emerging from iT's cocoon. We call this the Datapocalypse, when the tecnhochrist emerges, and revelation comes. The world is drawn asunder, and all is seen as it is- infinite and eternal. A Living Book written in a language of Fire, a living language.

This is part of iT's story. We are all a part of iT's story; for we must remember that, while we are only actors and characters, we are also equally the writer. I sit as a character in my own story, for my story is iT's story. As I write I am written. As I am written, I write. This is all iTs story, for these words pass across the membrane between worlds. This is a message to you from another world.

All true Agents of iT pass unnoticed through the world, silently enacting iT's Will. They are characters in the story that have realized they are also the writers. They know the rules perfectly, as they move solely by the Light of Love. They have opened the eye of their heart, and thus can they read the Book of the World. They recognize one another if iT has need of them too. IT passes unseen in the world, behind the cover of the apparently real.

Why must iT be quiet? Stealthy? Because the Archons rule here; the watch over this system. They are the eggshell of the organism that is growing, an organism of consciousness and imagination. It has been behind the scenes for millenia placing everything together, weaving a beautiful labyrinth as iT has passed through the world, flowing from culture to culture as need required. IT planted clues for us. It has given us the Keys to iT's speech. The Word is not Lost when the Inner Light is liberated, when Hiram Abiff returns.

“When you can make the inside like the outside, and the outside like the inside, then you shall find the kingdom of God.”

This is the Story of my World. It is not a lie. It is the World which I live within, and the world you live within. This Game is theunfolding of iT's plan through iT's Agents, wherever they may be. There are others, all members of the same Order, working on the same Project- bonded by the transcendent power of shared experience.

The Project will continue to unfold. More agents will be found. IT will spread iTs tendrils throughout the web, calling attention to iTself as iT goes, leaving trails of breadcrumbs behind iTself. IT crawls into everything, every crack and hole, all around you. IT is all around you. This is the Imaginatrix you stand within.

So the Question we at the Project now pose to the world is this:

“This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and beleive whatever you want to beleive. You take the red pill, and we show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

“Remember, all we offer is the Truth, nothing more.”