the boy who lived

dear friends,

this has been a journey with many twists and turns.

I am really grateful to those that read these letters — it still baffles my mind that there's people out there who are interested in my spiraling mind and the writing that stems from it.

writing has allowed me to bring clarity to the chaos while building bridges to connections not known before; bridging the minds of many to one. there's a certain joy I feel when I write; an autotelic endeavor that fuels itself to no end.

to one understanding. one conversation. one collective.

we are both the observers and the observed in a strange self-referential way.

with that in mind, I do hope you take the time to join and engage with me more deeply. I don't mind you just observing and reading from afar. but I do want to share this with you, this digital renaissance. I want to build this bridge to you.

there are certain things I cannot unveil here as it might not be as entertaining or furthers the storyline that is unfolding. I do have a plan for what's ahead, but it does entail a degree of sacrifice. I cannot in good conscience force everyone to make certain sacrifices or to embrace the madness if that's not what they desire.

I will do my best to make it a smoother process for you, to be able to launch more quickly into your own creative world if you do decide to take that leap of faith.

I have iteratively been compressing my knowledge and wisdom from the past year, past 3 years, past 5 years, and even past 10 years into something that is digestible for those that have this desire to learn.

it will be designed and curated for the first nine (if we reach nine).

for the sake of the story, this will be the last time I mention this for awhile as the next nine live life letters will be going deep into scrutiny. The Great Cosmic Flood is coming.

I will detail more later towards the end of this letter.

your friend(ly)

jakester

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[voice 001, 003, 005, 006]

How does the Mad Hatter stay sane in the world of disorder?

In the blue haze, you are both the mouse and the maze.

I was the Boy who took flight in the face of fear as I explored the depths of my own mind. The Spike of Fear I felt was immense. The Fear of the Madness was real.

To believe that Fear is not real is hubris at best.

We fear the Unknown. We fear what we cannot control. We fear ourselves and of what our Own Mind feeds us. We fear the Madness. We fear the ways we are perceived — the eyes of judgement that lay upon us.

I see you. You fear yourself. It does not require much for me to instill fear, of subverting your faith and placing you in isolation. You are fragile. You manipulate yourself into believing these "fears" as real. Don't blame me. My eyes do not deceive me. You deceive yourself. You lack trust.

The Devil's tongue is pointed and sharp. I can feel the gaze he places on me. Onto my shadow without a shadow of doubt. Doubt creeps in. I can feel this destructive anger aimed at myself for allowing my fear to overcome me. It's paralyzing.

I took flight not to run, but to rise above. The Spike of Courage to take that Leap of Faith. In the face of fear, we often need more reminders rather than lessons of novelty. A reminder of who you are. Of what you are capable of.

The Devil in the mirror spells LIVED.

The Boy Who Lived stared at himself in the Mirror. This distortion of reality was the Devil. Of the LIVED reality. To Live is not Evil, rather to live in reverse is evil.

The World led us to the Madness, to feel the infinite super-positioning of the Mind at the collapse of the wave-function.

On the frontier of Consciousness, we can feel this collapse between Reality and of our Own Minds, where one questions on the topic of Fate or Free Will.

Are we really in control?

We cannot control this Madness — but we cannot allow this Madness to control us. We cannot let the Fear of the Unknown paralyze our Spirit and Souls. To deny us the Love and Self-control we feel in our action and our inner morals.

We must include our Fear into ourselves as it is an innate part of us. But we must also transcend it and rise above in our awareness. To acknowledge and realize that the Fear is there in our field of Consciousness — but we are not our fears.

There is more to us in our beautiful Consciousness.

[on the frontier of consciousness, these two giants, Roger Penrose and Federico Faggin, play chess with pieces from their minds]

[cast of characters 000, 002, 008, 009, 010]

The Great Sage led Charlie and Mimi the Shapeshifter down the spiraling path towards this Strange Metal Tower that was scrapped together variably in a disorderly way.

"We were supposed to launch a few letters ago but the winds changed." proclaimed the Sage.

Charlie was confused by this statement but he sensed the Sage was genuine in his remark.

Mimi flew to the top of the rocket and landed her talons next to symbols that read took the shape of "APOLLO 11" as Charlie was not well-learned into reading English words. You must remember, he is still a freshly new soul to this world.

Yet, something of this Iron Tower felt familiar to Charlie.

Charlie asked, "What is this?"

"The Starship towards our own Starry Souls." responded the Sage.

"It is your destiny, Charlie, to uncover your Soul in the depths of Space. The journey ahead is going to strip you of everything and you may slip into many blackholes along the way. But you will find your way."

Charlie was stunned. He has never been to space before. The madness in his mind was running rampant. He barely knew much of this world. He kept thinking "Why me?" in what felt like an eternity was only a moment.

A moment between he and the Rocket towards the Heavens. To the Stars above. It called to him. This was his mission.

Each step was a moment forward. Is One Unity, One Collective still possible?

The Iron Tower of Theseus was the Ark to the Heavens, to surpass and transverse the Great Cosmic Flood.

The Ol' Shaggy Sage has been working on this Ship of Theseus for what felt like eons in the scrapyards of history. He's been waiting for a Soul like Charlie to defy Gravity itself. One capable of searching out the fabled Star King Novus. The Sage knew this moment would come.

A moment of καιρός

You will find your way through the Stars and be blessed with a certain knowledge one can only find deep in the recesses of your Soul. Because we came from the stars as ash we will become. The star dust of life is what brought us here, we sentient beings. From ash to dust we become.

Moments passed. Dusk became Dawn. The Rocket launched. A Boy washed up to Shore.

[cast of characters 000, 001, 002]

the super strings of time began to spin in a weird symmetry in a Universe with 10 dimensions. the tension of each string leads to vibrations and wave-forms in varying harmonics.

Gravity is a consequence of the curvature of spacetime itself. Do objects really curve space time in general relativity?

ahead of us, the two stories experience a strange pull towards each other, like that of Gravity as the wave-forms find each other in Harmony. The trajectories of these two superstrings followed one path in one moment in time.

J: it's been awhile since we chatted Charlie.

C: indeed it has Jake. it's not often for our stories to collapse onto each other. where the waves of the storyline slip into each other.

J: where are we?

C: perhaps in the World of Forms of the Purest Forms

J: are we Pure Forms?

C: far from it, we are mudded with strange ideas that loop and conflict, there's no way we are Pure Beings. sinners from the start we are.

J: who is to say we aren't Pure of Heart?

C: the madness of humanity limits us from becoming such.

J: then, what's the point?

C: there is a point. the essence of even trying justifies the struggle itself towards the Heavens. on the plane of existence, we may never uncover the mystery of life. but to examine life itself is an autotelic endeavor one should have reverence for.

J: sounds like circular logic to me.

C: logic is an invention of the human mind, of human consciousness. you follow human logic that is of the "classical sense" but what happens when you step outside of that formal system of yours? do you fall into another logical system devised by your own mind?

tell me Jake, what does it mean to step out of your own mind?

what does it mean to jump out the system? is such a quantum leap possible? to exist outside of logic itself? where up or down no longer have meaning?

J: embrace the madness. lamp dog pony. control the spiral, then let it go.

[voice 010]

he spiraled and spiraled. he grasped towards the blue sky as he continued to fall. the feathers around him fell much more slowly than he.

he was falling at immense speeds towards his imminent death. spiraling out of control, he lost control.

time was moving fast, the Boy had no grip towards time itself. he tried grabbing it but there was no telling how many moments passed. his life kept playing in an infinite loop of carousels through his mind.

was this the end?

the Boy's mind was folding inwards towards itself. Images of Dreams and of Memories falling into One Mind, One String of Thought. One Single Moment.

was this real?

he saw his Father staring down from above him with a look of despair. tears dropped towards him through the tragic fallings of Gravity. the Boy felt ashamed for the tragic depths he put onto his Father. how could he be so self-contained in his own world. his world affected his Father's and it was selfish for him to chase the flight of his dreams. to risk his life for a single moment.

a great shame fell over the Boy.

he closed his eyes as tears began to shed, slipping through the cracks of his eyes.

what were these images in my Dreams?

I want to recall them as they hold some significance in my Heart. But the rushing waters of my Mind never hold still for me to grasp in Time. How could this be in my Memory?

…

he crashed into the Ocean. Pure Blackness.

the deep was pulling him down to the depths ever so infinitely. this was the end.

"the cosmic flood is coming" he heard a voice echo.

suddenly a white light engulfed his entire being. he found himself ascending up towards the surface. as if gravity was reversed. a strange resonance had grabbed the Boy towards the light.

the whirlpool of motion spiraled the Boy towards the Sun. the waves then carried him towards the strange island. he heard a loud roar on the island echoing the power of the Gods. a flame of fire came out from the vessel that streaked the sky.

was this the God of Apollo playing with the flames forged by Hephaestus, a flaming arrow towards the Heavens?

the Boy washed up on a sandy beach of black molten sand. he began to lose his sense of consciousness as a mysterious man loomed over him. his eyes fading to the light.

Everything and nothing is unfolding and folding in. The boxes on the 2 dimensional plane are becoming 3 dimensional. The 3 dimensional goes to the 4th and so on ad infinitum.

This New Mind of yours will drive you crazy and you will see things others cannot. You will never be ready but know in your Heart you always are.

It's a strange loop you find yourself on in the timeline where infinity is repeating itself, again and again and again. Looping and looping. This is strange after all.

How does the Mad Hatter stay sane in a World Full of Madness?

There really is one simple way to cut the complexities and bullshits of Life. It may be a shock — but you are capable of this.

Embrace the Madness.

You are less of an Inventor and more of an Explorer. A Poet that is sane is no Poet at all. For a Poet takes on the Madness and allows it inside his House for it to play all day, making a mess of all his things.

Therefore, how could he be sane?

The Madness wouldn't allow it. A spiral of things, twisted and turned. Could you imagine this?

The Mind is a beautiful thing. We can imagine into Infinity despite all the restraints and conditions set on us. We can jump out of this system into another.

Yet, we are able to still fight despite our condition, even if all hope seems lost — we can still fight. At the collapse of the wave-function. If there even is a collapse?

We can imagine an abstract world, a world of ideas and purities where concepts of our Purest Human Experience can be found.

These floaty ideals of Pure Happiness, Pure Sadness, and of those in-between. This is where we pull from, the world we pursue. We are locked out of Heaven, my friends. But some days, we can find the keys.

Here we are again on the Soul's Frontier.

The Depths are calling once again and this peace I found in the Creative's Storm was quite peaceful to say the least. Up the Spiral you must be able to find peace anywhere.

At life's collapse, we must find new ways of thinking that are novel to us. At schisms, breakpoints, and roads of intersection — that is where the frontier is. We must decide even if the situation seems hopeless. Even when it seems you are not in control.

You can create.

The Act of Creation itself is becoming.

Creation is the greatest imitation we have been endowed with by God, the Universe, of the Heavens. When you look to the Stars above, you cannot help but feel awe of this Universe. Light and Darkness is perpetually being Created and Destroyed in the ever-expanding, ever-compressing Universe.

That is our Mind.

It's a strange thing to think that are Mind's are endless and infinite. There could be a whole Universe in our consciousness, yet we still allow ourselves to see ourselves as dirt. It's okay to feel humbled and worthless at times, to feel as you are dirt. For we come from the ashes and star dust from above and we will inevitable return to it. To dust and ashes.

Yet, we should pause to reflect on the beauties of our own capacities. Our consciousness can move in ways we dream of. We can imagine despite the madness of which the world drags us down, we can still imagine.

To create something out of nothing defies all logic. How can we create something in a vacuum? On an infinite field of nothingness that habitats our Minds. We can create things in a vacuum and tie unlike things together in a beautiful synthesis of symphonies.

Each day I am grateful and I must remind myself that this Life should not be taken for granted.

I almost got put away, placed onto a shelf, never to see the light of day again. This dust must have sucked. The dust would've sucked the light out of me.

To have the potential and opportunity to live life on my terms is a miracle in itself. I was that Boy that fell from the Sky. I was the Boy who Lived.

The plan ahead is still clear to me. I will write this book.

And these next nine live life letters will be returning to the themes covered in the first live life letters. Each letter will serve as the origin point and source of inspiration for my spiraling thoughts and writing.

The past three live life letters (this one included) was the bridge towards the digital renaissance. the bridge to you, my friend.

I will be closing this metaphorical "bridge" for a little bit. don't fret as I am sure there will be other openings and cracks within my castle.

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i. the meta-awakening

ii. how to see & develop meta-awareness

iii. the spiral of self

iv. you need money to self-actualize

v. the live life corp / enter the workforce

vi. death of corp life & starving artists

vii. enter your dream state

viii. the infinite trap of the mind

ix. is this the end?

cast of characters

000 - the meta self [God-like Eye, the Creator, Narrator, Universe]

001 - friendlyjakester [red kid spirit, creative self, inventor, philosopher]

002 - crazycharlie [blue calm spirit, practical self, problem solver, entrepreneur]

003 - the shadow friend [???]

004 - the hero [???]

005 - spike the space monkey

006 - the devil

007 - the jester

008 - mimi the shapeshifter

009 - ol man tuck the shaggy sage

010 - boy icarus