Chapter 2: The End Of The World

I have made my collective sphere and my personal sphere in like manner-- When I extrapolate my personal sphere into the collective sphere; I find that there are several parallel earths (earths separated by such a wide perspective, that we can say they do not exist on the same earth)--

Right now, each and every person on this planet is reaching a point where they lose grip with reality in a very particular way in their soul-- That is, an aspect of them that is so uniquely developed, there is a mental point that is completely “off the rails” with the collective experience, that it becomes like a bobble floating in the waters unable to return below the surface--

Several of these people will leave the collective experience in such a way, that they fracture off into their own parallel world... and because of the way they identify with things, they will not even realize this transition occurred--

These parallel loners will experience a unique version of the end of the world; however, those in the collective will be experiencing a more stabilized version that sits between these multiple perspectives of unique pattern--

So, this is the end of the world; everyone will kind of know it, but some will know it very differently, and experience it playing out in a way that is completely incompatible with the other experiences of it... that basically declares it an entirely separate earth gently intersecting with every other idea of earth in existence--

My duty is to pick these people up, and tell them a story that leads them back to the collective symbolism and shared experience-- I will be very capable of doing that by manipulating the environment around them, as their distance from the collective will allow me to easily alter the substance of things around them, as they are hollow of their hold--

When I pick these people up and tell them a story that reunites them with the collective symbolism, I will be harnessing their individual force into a unique shape that will have consequence in its impact upon the collective symbolism... That is, as they fall out of accord and lose their definite shape, I will harness the force behind it into a new shape that will influence the reintegration of this soul in the collective fabric... allowing me to produce major changes in the denser collective environment--

The similarities between us, with the increasing crushing weight of our differences; is producing a new atomic movement underneath the occurrence of our life, that is no longer confined to the mental boundaries we attempt to harness it in-- Hence, a new spectrum is being born in our collective psyche that will be capable of manifesting in physical definition-- However, if we do not have better vehicles to capture these forces with, then we will not like what emerges; and it will be a foul stench--Hence, we must reshape the vehicle; and this means, reshaping the context, reshaping what we think is going on, and how we partake in this going on with others--

So, when these individuals are completely alone; and I see that they are alone even when they do not think they are alone; I can reshape their vehicle completely, and they will be at the mercy of the context, that they can either continue the gross image of the end of the world that they are experiencing, or they can work with me and move into eternity in a new way--

Between these individuals, are the bobbling seeds of uniqueness; that when we unleash flood gates, and a deluge of new possibility emerges... will suddenly rise up and find themselves established in new surface waters that were not once recognizably part of the ocean--The major fractures, the people who end up alone; they are like low hanging fruit, but glorious fruit that is fully ripened-- And when they return to the earth, they shall make great soil, for these seeds that I have called bobblers-- Which sets the stage for the next series of events--

Reshaping this fracture, is like changing clothes-- There is a pure pattern that these souls are experiencing of reality, and only at a certain point in reality are these the pure patterns of balance upon which our heart is weighed can they be made conscious in the witness-- Hence, when these souls reach this point... We can make the pattern clear by changing everything around that pattern--

If I were to reshape the garment around you; the things that are changeable or malleable are those things which are unique to the moment, or that which makes the moment unique... If we change these things, we change the space it inhabits and how it moves into other moments... However, there will be something that is unchanging, something that is reclothed, and that is what is upheld between us... the collective current that penetrates the moment, but is itself outside of the moment in all other moments--

So, I am describing a pinnacle moment; where each and every person becomes a unified unique force within the shared frame of reference by surfing on its mirror reflection of other unique forces that allow us to step beyond the normal bounds of being--

That is I am describing a fracture in the unified sense of field; and that fracture is being supported by the weight of our own being, being played upon itself--

A point, where discoherent points of relation suddenly become coherent; and when it does, those normal relational points of coherency will suddenly become discoherent-- If this were to happen too rapidly, without steps illuminating each step of the way, we would immediately fall unconscious to who we were here... And in a way lose everything that had been done... So, we gently break apart those points, while introducing new unified points of reference--

As the new points of coherency enter the state and come together... Things that were together will fall a part-- Between this, an alchemical brew for a new living narrative-- That can only be made clear, upon the way we play these patterns out between us, increasingly bringing who we are into the integrity of the narrative, and hinging the narrative on who we are to tell ourselves--