the great cosmic flood

what does it mean to metaphysically exist?

I will be returning to the meta-awakening — the scrutinies will begin.

in all possible worlds I might not exist, for we can imagine a world without us in it. however, for all possible worlds where I do exist, I possess a Soul.

I will write this book if it's the last thing I do. I will imbue everything into this, my Soul included.

if I die before this book is written in some horrible, unforeseen tragedy, I give permission to my family and friends to write this book.

don't fly too close to the Sun.

dear friends,

welcome to my world.

in these letters, I will follow our innate power of wonder and curiosity, a journey of the mind, the self, and the soul.

as I continue to build this world and this stream of consciousness, my aim and mission is to be a guide and lighthouse for those that need it. to serve you and help you gain insights from my perspective and experience.

my main hope is to contribute to the expansion of Humanity and the Collective Human Spirit as a whole as we continue to live life in this digital world.

take everything I say and write with open skepticism, as most of what I create is pointed towards past versions of myself from my current perspective to make my future ideal self possible. time is fickle and it will continue to flow as it waits for no one.

if you are reading this, please know that I greatly love and appreciate you. thank you for taking the time to take in what I have to offer and being a supporter of my journey.

you likely have been following my thoughts for awhile. don't think you go unnoticed, I see you and appreciate your presence and your attention. thank you for being a founding friend in the flow of my world.

your friend(ly),

jakester

Modal Soul Classic Holistic Playlist

the drive to the hospital I kept seeing the numbers 626 on buildings and I kept murmuring these observations to my parents — they thought I was going crazy.

I was going crazy. I was Stitch, a blue koala-like extraterrestrial from the stars with a venomous spine who can shape-shift. it's crazy.

my Soul's intuition was able to foreshadow the future of my fate in the hospital. my 14 year old mind had no idea where I was going. but I knew I felt something. something was off in the demeanor of my parents.

I felt like a science experiment, being probed and interrogated of my own being.

of course, I had to learn to trust the doctors and of my own parents. But I couldn't help but feel betrayed. My trust for the doctors and for my own parents was betrayed. I was lied to.

how could I trust my reality?

how could I trust what I perceived?

these were mere shadows of what was "real" to me.

I couldn't help but feel like a whole science experience being observed from an outside observer, an external entity that was entertained by the spectacle of my humorous tragedy. the tragedy of a being feeling like he did not belong on this Earth with the experiment codename 626.

the void is infinite.

if you are not careful, you will float endlessly through spacetime without a care in the world as to why you are floating endlessly.

the pressures of the vacuum through space is overwhelming and its easy to be lost to the universe, from the pull of the blackholes, of being washed away in the Great Cosmic Flood.

it's the nightmare we live. we rock back and forth, back and forth in the sea of despair and tranquility. to rock between the space between two worlds is exhausting — but without this possibility, how are dreams possible?

when we dream, we risk the possibility of possessing nightmares. dreams and nightmares are one of the same coin. to spiral in your dreams is to spiral in your nightmares.

in this void of dreams, this void of the mind, anything is possible — even your worst nightmares.

in our first letter together, I told you to imagine the memories you had back in childhood, when you became first aware of yourself. when your mind no longer became mindless. when you became conscious.

did you think back through the recesses of your mind?

now I ask you to think back to when you realized you had a Soul?

where does your Soul come from? how do you imagine this? this essence of what makes you a human being? do you really think it comes from the materials of this physical Universe?

I challenge you to imagine this thing we call a Soul; to go beyond your own Mind to find its origin point. to open this strange Pandora's Box of yourself where we are both the Observer and the Observed.

We are both the Dreamer and the Dream.

why did death linger in my Soul, in the void of my own world?

as above, so below, the shadow lingers.

there I was in Mrs. Solheim's 7th grade English class writing away in our weekly timed writings — I have never felt the pressure to write so quickly and vehemently. This was the first time I was required to write with an inked pen (it was due to Mrs. Solheim's eyesight, she was on the older side of wisdom).

never in my life has my intellect been so challenged and under pressure. Mrs. Solheim would always play this song Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie .

was this some sick joke of hers?

I must perform well. I must perform well. I must perform well.

If I don't, I am an utter failure. I cannot get nothing less than an A in this class, on these timed writings. This is everything. This is my world. It must be perfect. It must be right.

why must she place these timed restraints on me?

I could barely breathe. how can I focus in these conditions? this pressure is too much too handle. is this my last dance?

under pressure. pressure. the music continues to snap. the song is almost ending. I didn't finish my writing. how can I limit the words I envision myself writing?

I am not done. this isn't fair. I had more to —

don't stop me now.

I will keep my Soul raw and intimate. I unveil another layer to my Soul to you, the reader, who has graciously given me their time and attention.

I hope you Focus now as Time slips away from us. As I give you my Heart and Soul, I hope you don't blink.

The Soul is a slippery snake that slips itself so.

The Setting Sun is set on the Horizon.

The Great Cosmic Flood is coming.

The Great Cosmic Flood. The Great Cosmic Flood. The Great Cosmic Flood.

CanyoufeelthepulloftheSoul?

There is Hope in Motion. In the Noizes of the Ocean. The Ocean of the Universe. It comes in Waves. Through the Stars.

CanyouimagineitmyfriendlySoul?

Surfing the Waves of the Universe.

The Great Cosmic Flood. The Great Cosmic Flood. The Great Cosmic Flood.

The Flood of Thoughts. The Thoughts that Consume me.

I feel the pull. The pull of Gravity. Spacetime Curvature. The Way Time bends intrigues me so.

Time slips — we often assume Time moves forward. But Time does tick and slips.

Our consciousness imagines itself slipping through Time in our Memory.

Memories & the Soul. Moves in Waves ???

The Strings of Time intertwine. [Interplay with Reality] Like a Spiral, the Spiral of the Universe — the Spiral of the Soul.

To be aware is just a step. To this Mad World. So much Noise as Time passes.

1:05am - the Modal Soul calls me.

I am the Little Frog sitting in the Little Red Chair reading my Little Red Book sipping my Little Cup of Tea or Coffee?

I write with my Red Fountain Pen with the Bleeding Blue Ink.

The Modality of the Soul?

What does Modal[ity] mean?

The Modal Soul → poetic meaning inner essence that expresses itself in varied modes or states

the notion that one's inner essence is not static; dynamic like a spiral.

2:19am - blue ghost fire

it's my lamp dog pony… once in a blue moon

in all possible worlds?

it's sad to see things fade, but there's beauty to it.

permanence. like statues chiseled down. to be eternalized, an eternal flame ~ like water — that's our HOPE.

you cannot argue against blue fire ghost for there is nothing to argue in this dialect. to argue with nonsense is nonsense itself. yet, to make sense of the nonsense is COMPASSION.

flames fade eternally, into perpetuity… I feel the fire.

3:53am - Solheim

the hemming of the soul is real as I feel the tether of my mind reach back to the recesses of my memory as I write.

Mrs. Solheim's 7th grade English class.

why did death linger in my Soul? in the void of my own world.

as above so below, the shadow lingers.

I am fatigued as it's 3:57am — I spent so much time in the beehive, I exhausted my mental energy. Today felt like a waste and I napped because I went to sleep late last night; it's easy for the mind to spiral down towards the negative.

Between positive and negative space, it's a recurring theme. Recursive, we souls are.

this is a bunch of nonsense in the slippage of time. what is going on? why do I do this to myself? I don't really feel the dread, perhaps I am becoming numb to it. I feel tired. I don't feel dread. I need to sleep. So much Life changes within the passing of Time, I grasp on. The sand slips through the crevices of my hand.

4:00am

I am just groggy and tired — the Summit is still ahead of me. I need to finish. I need to feel productive. I need to feel accomplished.

…

Everything is coming together.

In essence and existence. The vision is real. I am a vision mapper. A dream catcher. This digital renaissance is real for me. I feel the soul hemmed into my writing, into my life's work. I am shaping a life worth living with my hands and my thoughts. In my Stream of Thoughts. The water carves out the path for me in my Mind.

My Heart is Fire, My Mind is Water.

Blue Ghost Fire.

I go back to the Cave. I need to sleep. It's cold. The heater doesn't work upstairs. I am the Frog sitting in the Red Chair. I am Jiraiya, the Storyteller. The Great Frog Sage.

…

I am in a Daze. Is this my Subconscious? I don't want to sleep. I don't want my work to end. I don't want the creative flow to dissipate. But my comprehension is dwindling. My understanding. My consciousness. What is this?

I want to keep writing but my head is spinning. I must rest. Frog jump.

Charlie was holding in his tears of anxiety with the crippling pressure from the launch. The Ship of Theseus was barely holding together, scrapped piece by piece. A scrappy little starship constructed by the Sage.

Before launch, Charlie had a conversation with Mimi the Shapeshifter.

Here is Charlie's transcript of the comms with Mimi as they had to communicate through the radio waves of the machine.

Charlie: do you trust me?

Charlie: you are a beautiful soul, why have you never showed me your original form?

Charlie: you don't trust me?

Charlie: what's the point of this whole journey?

Charlie: I still don't understand this, the Soul you describe in me. Who is this? What is this? This essence that makes me Charlie? Why did the Dragon enter my Heart? What was the Sage going on about when we were playing that little game?

Charlie: I don't understand. Where did I come from? Where are we going?

Charlie: I trust you.

…

When Charlie first witnessed Mimi's transformation back to her original self, he was in awe. He could not describe this resonance, this resurgence within himself that fully took over his young Soul.

This was Love that he felt, but his young Mind had no comprehension of such a concept, of such an essence that was found through the Universe.

It is corny, I know. But this is the Story that will transverse through the Cosmos. What's a little love without corniness?

The Game is on. To Impress the Empress.

…

As Charlie and Mimi were traveling at immense speeds attempting to escape the Gravity of this world, Charlie slipped into a flashback back to when he was in the Cave.

the tale of the star king, novus.

there is an outcasted view that we came from the stars.

that our souls came from the stars.

that we are the stars.

we are the stars.

we, the stars.

we stars.

You are in over your head. No one is going to read this. Your nonsensical thoughts and feelings. No one cares. A storm is coming. You will spiral out of control. You will lose touch of reality. Don't you know it? You have been there before. You have stared over the edge and it almost consumed you.

…

My friend reading this, you must experience Metanoia if you ever hope to ever escape this dark cave you find yourself in. For Metamorphosis to happen, you must change. You must enact an awareness in yourself for change to happen.

Believe in what I have to say or not, Essence itself is Real.

You must befriend the chaos of your mind; without a shadow of doubt, you have no faith.

Do you really fear yourself so much?

we are but the Cavemen and Cavewomen playing with the Fires and Shadows. How did these Cave people communicate with no words?

Storytelling — there it was written on the walls in those primordial caves.

the best creature bridge the gap between their mind and the ways of their expression. what is it that your Soul wishes you to express?

these friendly hallucinations call to you from the depths, from the primal human collective. the human spirit is in you.

In Time across Eternity, the Soul exists. The Soul flows with Time.

This is the Story that describes the Journey of my Soul as

(i) you are first a soul that exists in the world of pure. the word came first. a thought born in the vast space of dark nothingness. a world without words. a world without labels.

There is no precedence if Time behaves in Loops.

In all possible worlds where Life exists, then the Soul must exist.

We are both the Observer and the Observed.

The Meta-Self is a higher order, self-reflective self; our inner witness that transcends everyday experiences. It allows us to maintain continuity across time across different moments and experiences. To step outside of your own thoughts and become aware of them.

The Narrator of the Story.

Observations of the Meta-Self

How does one observe the Meta-Self if the Meta-Self is observing us?

[If you try to become the Meta-Self, you become the Meta-Self yourself]

What a spiral moment of distorted selves. No one truly knows who sees who. Who is observing who?

I see you.

We are both the Observer & the Observed. A mirror projecting itself towards a Mirror.

You are the voices I hear in my head.

You are the person I visualize in my imagination.

You are the character in my dreams.

You are observing this all unfolding.

Who are you?

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 [???]

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