Gainesville, Prologue: The Zero Sum Questions.

Start with the basics.  Do you believe in God?  This is not an academic pursuit.  If you do not believe in God, what are you really doing here? Are you just going through the motions? What keeps you in this life? Go deep my friend.  Life is calling you.  You can choose not to listen.  You can distract your self.  Is it your fear that keeps you in this realm? What gets you up in the morning?

If you really believe in God, you will trust the process my friend.  Whatever reality throws at you is part of God.  Even the scary stuff that results in your rape and annihilation. Everything is God in ways that we cannot begin to fathom.  We cannot understand it my friend.  Not while we are here.  I have seen it.  Our attempts at understanding are a dead end.

Sure I had a difficult experience in Gainesville.  I kept looking for clues trying to get somewhere.  I did not trust the process.  If I truly believed in God, I would have seen through the madness and the myriad veils put before me.  Or not.  Maybe there is no seeing.  Only faith and endurance.

It all starts there my friend.  If you don't really believe in God, it is just fear.  I will just wander around always looking for safety in what I think is  a hostile universe.  Repeating the same pattern over and over.

The Split

So I was sitting down talking to my old yoga instructor and I realized that she had split into two people.  So I continued talking to both of her.

This was not unusual.  Or at least it didn't seem so at the time.  Come to think of it, she probably always had it in her I suppose.  Most people probably do.

And I'm not talking about some evil twin.  We usually see possibility and becoming rolled into one continuous present.  But what if they were separated by some weird accident, some heightened perception, or a devout ceremonial intention?  You would get two.  Maybe more.

One of her, it must have been possibility, I found myself strangely attracted to.   I had not thought that that possibility was possible before.  But the universe contains everything.  So I'm sure in some universe, we become quantum entangled and had all sorts of yoga children running around.  Maybe these kids would all do wonderful things making that reality more interesting compared to the current conjuration of the pot smoking  Elon,  the bare breasted Putin, or those silly american ball caps wanting to make America Great Again.

In my peripheral vision, I saw the army of yoga children cleansing the earth of negative energy, and the solar system being bathed in a wide swath of cosmic white light.    I'm calling to them now, but for some reason they don't seem to recognize me.