2025 Clique Occlusion

5/22-5/23/25

What the meta perspective is, what we really are is incomprehensible EVEN (especially) from a leading edge perspective, we can glimpse and get flashes, but fullness is not addressable with language or available to our perception because we are engaged in a deep simulation, (we are the simulation) and the real can never be simulated. Tired

next morning...
The sense I want to convey is that the agenda of the gods is mysterious, unknowable. We are the gods and the players both, we can, with a little open minded observation, surmise that the fundamental principle of the cosmos is love and that the underlying structure is consciousness. We can even know that we are, every incarnation, the leading edge of divinity, experiencing a here and now. Remembering all these concepts as humans, doesn't undo duality. We can't take off the persona without ending the simulation, we can't know ourselves as the actors without ending the play. Maybe ending our role is death, maybe that's what Esther means by all death is suicide. When we are finished playing the role of Dan Kelly, we can no longer remain on stage.

Which suggests another approach to regeneration. Perhaps playing this character and knowing at the same time that I am playing a character allows me to relax and activate circuitry that has perhaps been forgotten. Meta routines are becoming accessible the more I play with awareness, tinker with the story. I may not be able to sustain a constant awareness of my fullness without transitioning, but I can certainly activate more of who I am, enjoy more consistent rapport and all sorts of magic, dashboard stuff becomes available because I can't help but see. There's more way more available, and I have access.

The idea I wanted to explore is we cannot be both at once. Having omniscience and omnipotence would delete the simulation, by definition having no limits means never taking action, because it's all already acted upon, everything already is. Being in duality is all about action, and at first we are told/shown that our range of action is insignificant, and then carrots are dangled that promise greater range of action - education, wealth, influence. Perhaps we retell these stories and allow ourselves a little more control and agency. Incrementally, according to the rules of the game, the paradigm of whatever story we've decided to rehearse. If we're lucky and we are Dan Kelly, we ask for the steering wheel and the path of least resistance shows up and eventually we see the steering wheel and can place our hands upon it. We also realize that we've been steering all along, the only difference now is we can see our hands resting lightly there, maybe slightly translucent, whereas before we thought we were dozing in the passenger seat. Yada.

One last try... we cannot KNOW our fullness without croaking, and that's why the Clique are occluded. They have unlocked all sorts of skills and that feels phenomenal but they can only create little models of the "divine plan", based on reverse engineering what they themselves built before arriving in the theme park, and the recursion is impossible to step out of, mirror upon mirror. At some point perhaps, there's a decision that the insight is good enough, and action is viable. But the gods never take action, there is no plan, there is only this machine, the instrumentality of expansion and each of us step off the monorail to be the motive force of that machine, the paradigm, mythology incarnate.

It's all Vegas, games and nothing in Vegas matters a whit. There's triumph and tragedy in Vegas, but none of that matters outside of Vegas, folks have bridges to build and atoms to smash, who gives a fuck about the goings on in Vegas?

Except Vegas does matter, it's the secret heart of the cosmos and the discoveries in Vegas are so profound that the entire nation secretly benefits, the whole planet blooms because of all those games, all the shows, boob jobs, plastic, buffets and flickering lights. Vegas matters.
But not one person would ever suspect that Vegas is the spiritual center, it's tawdry and venal and hidden in plain sight. Realizing the true nature of Vegas requires a whacky sense of humor, and even then how would we "improve" Vegas? Would we make it more venal and tawdry and sensational? Do we really know what makes Vegas tick? It's all just guesses but if I had a zillion dollars, I might try to improve Vegas. Maybe that's what the Clique are doing, they are just guessing and maybe Joe thinks their guesses are uninspired.