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The Calibration of Being
'Andrew M. McKenzie
Andrew M. McKenzie
ONE Communion
The human form seeks replication in all that surrounds it. The moulding of experience to assure comfort, to reinforce already existing standards, givens, and to limit possibilities is at the visceral level. The powers, of which we know very little about, that we all possess in either latent or developed states, are self-evident. We do not need to explain them. At the moment that we approach ourselves, we realise that which we seek is restriction, not in order to die, but to grow. The more limits we impose upon ourselves, the more compact and strong our growth will be. The smaller an opening, the stronger the focus. Imagine water flowing through a hose—the smaller the pipe, how much stronger the force of the jet emerging. Beams of light through pinholes. In fact, we often define the feeling of security as that feeling when we know what is going to happen in the future. In other words, when we know our limits in as much detail as possible. We can do nothing. The act of assuming conscious responsibility for our actions, of directing the immense quantities of energy at our disposal through a nozzle of our own choosing therefore cuts right against the grain of present mythology. The morphology of our existence is formed by our desires, conscious or unconscious—the Surrealism of everyday life. By undertaking to go with the natural laws that may be compared with a snowball running down the side of a mountain, we accumulate more and more, going faster and faster. Developing and growing. The more we resist these forces, the more we lose. And because an example of a person or organisation working in this way demonstrates this law by its/their every action, all those that are determined to try and work against the laws cannot loosen their grip. The jealousy that rises is a word connected to an emotion that is only the body putting into action its own perfect warning system—telling the consciousness that the action now being carried out is not in its own best interests.TWO Coercion
Separation = death. Dissection kills the subject. The results are not applicable twice. The dissipation of energy through categorisation is yet another example. Thus, our life-force constantly reminds us that the only way towards life is through integration, pulling together the fragments. It makes no difference to the pieces if this is done in a private or public way. When the two are combined, we link two levels together, allowing forces to pass from one to the other. Rather like installing a lift between two floors of a building with no stairs. The first stage is obsession, the act of reclaiming the right to concentrate our vision from the dislocative action of what we perceive as "the outside world". Obsession is for this reason perhaps the strongest expression of dualism that we know. This implosion of energy becomes a whirlpool that sucks everything else in. Then, when the obsession is firmly rooted in the psyche, allowing it to be seen in public, enlarges the mouth of the funnel. We are then literally broadcasting on a particular wavelength, and only receivers tuned to that frequency, or that are so built as to be able to receive, are able to begin the process of communication. Enlarging the range of frequencies, the sweep of the wavelength, enlarges our possibilities. The dualism involved in obsession operates like two bar magnets. By placing the opposite poles together, the magnets attract each other. By placing the two positive ends together, they repel each other. And the closer we place the two positive poles together, the more violently they push each other away. The most important dualism examined recently is that of surfaces and content. By deliberately setting our limits in this way, we create dark, powerfully charged friction. We can learn to ride this product of the process, but must be well aware of the dangers, should the distances dwindle. How far is it possible to ride, how fast, and with what aim? Even asking these questions fuels the vehicle. We go further into the whirlpool, thinking we are actually climbing out. The faint voice is actually a shout.THREE Chop
As we look closer and closer at whatever we want, we see that the forces that provide the framework for all matter and all ideas are exactly the same. There is only a large "field" which has localised modulations, which are in turn mirrored and repeated, imitated and disintegrated within this so-called "chaos". The denial of access to this immense source is not inherent—it is learned. As we begin to think about ways to break down this conditioning (which we accepted for whatever reason at some point), we realise that the possibilities based in practicalities involve balance. The decomposition we normally regard as undesirable actually provides compost for new growth. The advanced forms of sensory deprivation now available, mean that we must give up our fixed ideas even on the physical level. The developments we are now thoroughly at home with are deeply absorbed into all our faculties. To remove these, removes syntaxes of meaning, entire support structures of belief. The security is rendered useless by the constant misfunction of the alarm system. As we key up and prepare ourselves for shocks, which we expect in order to reassure our stability, we run the risk of assuming that we may be objective. This addiction to reductionism becomes rapidly all-pervasive, and, while it bears a number of the hallmarks of obsession, is exactly its reverse. The tools become useless in our hands, or rather, it is our hands themselves that cannot cope with the tools. Rather than try to withdraw from this nightmare, which has only been dreamt in order to balance out the opposite dream, we must plunge into it in order to find ourselves within, to see in the cryptography of the supporting scaffolding the code of our existence laid bare. It is of course true that this path is strewn with successful attempts to recover this information. But the use of information is a lost art. Enormous stacks of numbers, facts, ideas, research findings, and theories lie in abundance in every home and head. The application of this information, this carefully puzzled out string of formulas, is virtually unknown. Therefore, those actively engaged in just this are held in high esteem by those frightened of their own abilities. The vast amount of energy available is perceived as being capable of "burning out" the carrier. The seemingly impossible act of channelling this force without interference is held in high esteem, regarded with reverence. The scenario for vampirism on a mass scale is set.FOUR Carphology
A set of map references is not the place itself. Description breeds other descriptions, interpretations and never ending circular discussions. These are the ripples produced by the thrown stone. We make ourselves sick, and take to our beds, expecting, even demanding that members of our family wait on us. We abrogate responsibility. The sickness is something that came from "out there". As we lie in self-created agony, time drags on. We pluck the fluff from the bed cover—idly at first, then with growing interest. We discern patterns in the cloth, examining the weave and warp and discover how this system over time develops excess without appearing to lose its tensile strength. We are immobile because of our ailment, thus the fascination deepens. The family does not appear at the appointed time, but this ceases to matter. A new cosmology is unfolding, a new dimension is unfolding on the bedcover. Bit by bit, consciousness is poured into the developing ideology. The entire world, its future and past, are subjugated to the fibres that make up the cloth. Entire lives flash past, political systems are explained, and eventually these projections are perceived as emanating from the bedcover itself. The desire for freedom evaporates, or, in the case of the present stadium, is sublimated.FIVE Crystal
By localising our focus but retaining the after-image of the macro-lens, we can begin to experiment in a relatively stable environment. We are not fully in control, but the parameters are capable of description in an approximate manner. Because of our memory, our birdseye view of our past, we are aware of the effect even a slight detail has if it is changed. Everything else in the world must change with it, is affected by it, sooner or later. But our localisation is merely the application of those laws. This is our hammer with which we hit the ground. The discipline we apply to ourselves, and therefore to the environment itself supports us totally. As we move through this particular plane we create enemies, imagine threats, because they allow us to dispense with them through further exercise of those muscles. The intuition seeps through, a cask of spirits that has fallen over in a warehouse on the top floor. Honing those influences that haunt us, dominating them, crushing them in the press until they belong to us. Mercilessly cutting back errant fronds, the trunk thickens, the fruit is less plentiful, but of infinitely better quality. This is the legitimisation of interference, the penitence for the rape of the earth of which we know we are guilty. Righteous anger in the darkness of the viewing room, blue cigarette smoke falling into the beam of light from the projector. The comedian suffers a fatal heart attack live on television, the guffaws of millions resounding through the ether as the curtain is clumsily pulled over the corpse. Without malice, we cauterise the bleeding stumps of the past by admitting the illusion—beautiful though it may be. The ennui, the longing, the unfulfilled aspirations are the pile of sun-bleached bones piled high into a mound that we can climb. The beauty of aching that never wishes to be fulfilled. The love that springs from the interaction of all desires created by the alchemy initiated in our laboratories, kindles heat at unimaginable intensities at its centre. The kiln is fortified, firstly, to restrain this chain reaction, and secondly, to allow the possibilities of channelling and transferring it to other chambers, connections and processes. Checking and re-checking for fissures and cracks in the metal with ever more sophisticated scanning devices. Intensifying our vigilance for tell-tale signs of fatigue in the seemingly smooth surfaces. The very guidebooks and maps we had, we now throw into the fire, etching out the new versions within the confines of our new systems of encodation. The formula dies with us.SIX Calenture
The recordings that we make are now made visible, transformed from a fluid network of experience into a definable linear mode. As the spiral of recording media is wrapped tighter and tighter, the phenomena caused by proximity and simultaneity gradually increase. As the mass of sheets shifts and breaks up, like ice floes in spring, dormant life forms re-emerge to feed. Communication between two worlds which were for a subjectively unimaginable span of time separated, is once again not only possible, but essential for the maintenance of the well-being of both of these worlds. There have been mutations in the intervening period, strange new growths and hitherto unencountered properties of being which demand new subsets of laws derived from their new localised states of being. Without accepting the above premise, we are bound to "innocently" wander into the welcoming arms of surety of frame, a supposition of direction, and a conviction that if we shout loud enough, the foreigner will understand us. Using the dictatorial function of the ego against itself is one of the first steps to communication with all possible realms. We are now able to see that the vast armies available to us must be investigated on a subcutaneous level; that the methods of surrepetitious infiltration are in our present position, the least precarious; that we may have to admit the expenditure of a few agents, loyal and trustworthy as they may be, is necessary. We drive into the city early in the afternoon, but the pollution is so severe that we look at our watches and wonder if it is not already early evening. We sit late at night polishing the lenses for a new microscope, using another microscope to examine the lens in preparation for tiny flaws. We are presented with a confounding array of new addictions, and instead of applying the laser, we carry a bucket and a number of large plastic bags. On the first day of school we cried when told that simply playing was not enough. The entire grid of our reality fell away; "learning" was a different department, enclosed with rules and other behaviour patterns that were artificially imposed by others we had never met. Imagination and "facts" were mutually exclusive until later, until a point in the unspecified future when we must combine these two "disciplines" in the "real world", without having been told how to accomplish this act of forgery. Plate after plate stamped out from the same mould, which we will be allowed to shuffle within a certain set of game rules, which in turn totally nullify the game. At this stage of our development, the choices we make influence every single fibre of our being to accept the concept of "no choice". But as it has been with every system ever created, when new elements are thrown into the process, the self-restricting and self-regenerating properties of the "regional" matrix fling these tools out with a scarcely believable violence. They lie discarded on the grass of the playing field, dangerously close to the motorway with all manner of heavy vehicles passing to and fro. On the one hand, we are conscious of the instillation of danger we have received from the moment we began to breathe, and on the other, the pressure on the windpipe of our spirit reminds us constantly that the filtering of inspiration through a sieve of formulas is not the perfection we crave in all aspects of our life. And the inner secret which we alone have the means of discovering is larger than these three alternatives. It is all-encompassing, utilising all possibilities past, present, and yet to be developed. Our starting point is also the middle and end. It begins in us, in the dark repressed corners and the wide open expanses, in the pain, hate, lust, anger and jealousy, and in the joy, love and ecstasy—the emotions we must name to give expression in the marketplace. Our sexuality, mechanics and spirituality, senses, cognition, mentality and capacity to create or destroy within our possibilities everything that we have already experienced or have known, must be welded to our consciousness wherein everything lies. The unification of ourselves is now more obviously within reach than in the period covered by "living memory". We are now free of more and more actions we had previously assumed to have been empirically dictated as a condition of "mere" existence. Our mirrors are now full length, the light reflected in it illuminating every pore, every wrinkle, every nuance of form. Every coincident angle is now evident, every landmark in stark relief. We break the mirror or walk through it, and walk out of the dressing room. Pages of an old novel with a lurid cover form a mosaic over the roads and surrounding hills. A rubric of disintegration and growth. The telegraph poles dissolve in curtains of rain. The impulses, transmissions, communications and information processes flow through the cables effortlessly. The use and intent of this energy is impossible to ascertain. But at the same time, the electromagnetic forces shape our consciousness, our metabolism and cell structure. The pictures change, the images blur, the grains of the photo metamorphose without our intervention. Lines appear on the screen of the monitor in the middle of the night. They coalesce. They take on, bit by bit, a recognisable form. Letters. A word. Two words. Three, four, five, six, seven. Eventually a sentence, a page, a text, a book. This written work, this combination of code and intention lies in waiting for us to wake.SEVEN Count
Copies can be made within every imaginable domain to an unending and unlimited extent. The transferring of one state to another in artificially created time (there is of course no other …) is actually a series of events that bear no resemblance to each other as we look through our telescope. The principle of the unique is ever omniscient, and is fought against with a vigour that comes from out of the very toes. Every event is applied, categorised and filed according to the borrowed guidelines of another. Standards. Operating instructions. Books of formulas with no solutions, no indices, no answers. This message is a totally accurate transmission on the feeling level, no other. We make a maze from the thoughts that are called up by these "inner" processes, through which we and everyone else that will contact us must find their way.
It is literally a puzzle such as the mazes set on the doorstep two centuries ago to confuse witches. And of course, should we set this symbol of uncertainty before us, we attract those forces "we do not wish". It is the calling card of the Western world—with a joker on the reverse side. The absence of remorse is a signal that penetrates the thickest walls we may imagine. As we grope towards light, there are constant reminders of our search being futile. The search for "outside" is eternally frustrated by the ongoing realisation of "inside"—without judgement or comparison, reference or justification in any way at all. The conflict we perceive has no need of proof that it exists, precisely because it is an unworkable concept. Contradiction is the support of the forces we openly admit as being untenable, the reinforcement of the illusions we are hell-bent on making concrete now. Our perceptions are ever more drawn to connection as the only practical "escape" from a situation that requires absolutely no solution in the first instance. Our possibilities are directly dependant on the state of our being, our beliefs, and nothing else. Our responsibilities grow only to the limit of our consciousness. Further expansion enlarges everything at precisely the same ratio. The geometry of our soul and spirit can be projected through whichever form we desire, but the content is the limit of our upper reach. The tools that we use to express this are definite extensions of our state at this moment.
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