the infinite trap of the mind

dear friends,

this is the 8th live life letter — I cannot believe it.

∞ is the main topic and issue we will be addressing.

here are some questions I consistently asked myself throughout this week (and a good majority of my life):

• Is the Mind Infinite?

• Is the Universe Infinite?

• Quantum Consciousness?

• Are we truly capable of going Beyond Our Own Mind?

The possibilities are endless in the guise of infinity.

shout out to the friendly strangers on the Internet, I see you with my ∞ eyes :P`

your friend(ly),

jakester

the infinite paradoxical problem with infinity [001, 003]

how does one go beyond the mind — to infinity & beyond?

as humans, it's a bit crazy how we are able to conceptualize within our "finite" cognition a concept like that of ∞ infinity.

most people underestimate the significant implications of infinity — and if we try to dive into it from the surface / at face value, it would seem quite absurd and non-fruitful to unpack infinity…

… because you would be unpacking into ad infinitum, trapped in the infinite arcade games like Temple Run or Subway Surfers — the infinite games [don't fry your brain my friend]

it's not just some number — it's not a number at all actually.

when we were kids trying to outdo another, we would try to compute ∞ + 1 but that would just equal ∞ :P pointless little creatures we were.

how naive we were trying to go beyond infinity!

∞ is full of contradictions, it defies all logic. it's a game with no end.

eternal damnation.

we are but Sisyphus pushing the boulder up the mountain endlessly, only for it to fall back down to the next foot of the mountain — infinite regress.

but there's beauty in this, in the absurd condition we find ourselves.

we fear our highest possibilities because we fear that once we accomplish one aim, one mission, or one goal — we fear the infinite abyss that is left in our Universe.

this is the Jonah Complex — we try to run from our universal fates; the journey's end where we are only left with nonsensical infinity.

it's okay to fear your own fate, as we are all fated to death; the finiteness of life.

it's inevitable to depart ways with the past as time continues to move forward waiting for no one in our Universe (at least we humans interpret time as linear).

we should fear death, it's in our human code. we should take action that moves us in ways to shape a life worth living — a creative life.

but in the face of an infinite amount of possibilities, it's easy to feel finite and overwhelmed — the classic paralysis by analysis adage.

so before we dive into the infinite loop of dreams and imaginations — let's set some practical restraints.

cutting the infinite loop [001, 002]

Here is a practical guide before we get all loopy doozy in the dream world with Jake.

There is beauty in creative restraints and containing yourself in the awareness of the endless overwhelm and collective dread we all feel.

I know you feel it.

The demented eyes of the Universe constantly watching you; judging you for even trying; questioning your worth as a sentient being within the shadows of the large Collective Human Spirit.

It looms heavy.

But there's a way out of this nightmare, this chaos of the mind. It's a necessity to have a parachute and ejection seat when exploring the depths of our Own Mind.

You need to be capable of escaping your Own Mind and there's one clear cut answer to do that —

Reality itself.

We are tethered to a World where the rules of Physics, of Society, of our own Metacognition limit our capacities as beings. Gravity holds the Universe together.

We cannot fly, physically.

What does this mumbo jumbo mean Jake?

We can act on our own desires, but at times, we cannot chose the desires themselves; we are not in full control of our own will. Fate or free will?

To reduce it even further, our minds are limited to the condition they are put in whether that be our own self-dialogue, language, our chemical make-up in our brains, to our environment.

There is an infinite amount of things that keep us finite.

With constraints, it leads us humans to do what we do best — to get Creative; to make do what we got in a world of scarcity and limited resources; we must be resourceful for our survival needs and to self-actualize.

We create, we invent, we synthesize, we connect, we grow, we learn, we question, we observe, we perceive, we correlate, we motivate, we love, we gaze, we humans.

Remember we are humans, and we are able to conceive infinity in our finite brains.

This is the tether out of Alice's Dreamland. Don't sever it — or you will lose yourself to the infinite void of dreams and it will be super hard to get you out of that black rabbit hole when that happens (but maybe not impossible).

The ∞ Story Itself - viii. 第八部分 [000]

The Sound Gate - the Space Heaven's Horns

I've been having weird dreams. Weird, vivid dreams. It makes me think. Think, think, think. You over-thinker!

Stop thinking so much, you cannot think to Infinity — the Story itself must continue!

Trap yourself and open up, the Paradox of Creativity.

…

You are the Judas and my Jesus.

Help me ascend my friend!

The Universe sings One Song

And you will be my Star!

…

the space race [001, 005]

J: who was that Spike?

S: probably Star King Novus

J: who is that?

S: he’s been campaigning to be the next God of the Universe and has sent me here to be your companion.

J: Novus?

S: ye boy, he needs your help to ascend and to become the Universe and Cosmos.

J: like the God, the monotheistic Christian God who is all-good, all-powerful, all knowing. That God?

S: yep

J: are you Catholic? Is this the Catholic God you refer to?

S: I am a monkey. He could be — could be different for different people in the infinitude of different Universes. Even differs among different people in your current world and society Jake.

Your God is their God, their God is your God. Buddha. Islam.

The God is in your gaps.

J: slow down… you probably just offended like an infinite amount of people. do you even know what you are saying?

S: do you?

J: I mean, I’m Catholic. why did he chose me? why did he chose you? he’s not my God.

S: but he could be, he’s running for that title and he sent me here because I’m an entity that resonated most with you.

J: a space monkey in a red and blue suit resonated with me?

S: what do you think that says about you?

J: damn, you got me there.

S: this is your fate my friend

J: were there others?

S: you are the 68th one.

J: what happened to the other 67?

S: you don’t want to know; infinite amounts of things you couldn’t even conceive. The God is old and must constantly be reborn.

J: is 69 already determined?

The Great Cosmic Flood [000, 008]

It was night, the Stars were bright. Charlie gazed at the endless night sky wondering about the world beyond and the land of light.

A blue heron appears in front of Charlie.

"Be weary of red herrings Charlie." speaks the blue heron, "they will suck you in with no mercy."

Charlie was confused. Did the animal just talk?

There was something arising in the horizon. It looked like mountains rumbling in the distance, it was a beautiful sight at first.

But it keep growing closer and closer. The perceived mountains were not mountains. It was a huge wave — a large looming shadow of darkness that was consuming the night sky.

Charlie began to panic.

"You can't control the winds and waves, but you can adjust your sails." the heron giggles.

Adjusting the sails won't do anything now.

"Find the Sea of Tranquility. Find the Sea of Tranquility. Find the Sea of Tranquility."

In the distance, Charlie heard some faint wild noises. It was another boat, an Ark with many different creatures aboard. So many wild noises. Charlie tried waving them on but they were way too far. His boat was probably a little speck to them and they were likely fixated on the huge wave ominously approaching.

Charlie's boat was not designed for this. It was only a matter of time.

Moments passed as each Heartbeat grew louder. Charlie could only see a sliver of the night sky, a sliver of Hope gradually fading away.

The surge of the Wave was pulling Charlie in. The ship was screaming with noise as if she was aware of her own deathly fate.

The mocking heron dove into the depths of the water. Charlie was confused. The blue heron could've easily flown away, into the infinite night sky with her feathered wings.

A voice speaks to Charlie and he feels a strong resurgence in his whole body, a resonance that lingered that felt warm, yet cold to touch —

The Sea of Crises is upon us.

The left eye of the Moon gazes, Sea of Serenity you see?

Find the Sea of Tranquility to find your way.

Find your Landing and you will be safe.

You will help me become King, Charlie.

I have chosen you to be the Catalyst to my Ascension.

You will serve me.

Charlie dives into the water following the Blue Heron into the depths of the sea. Something called on him to do so. Was he really chosen? Or was this some sick plot?

Charlie could not comprehend, still fairly a new soul to this world with no knowledge as to what is above and beyond himself.

…

the light on the land - sea of tranquility 102224

Frogs & Fireflies.

Suns & Stars.

The passing of Comets and Moons are heard in the depths.

Like the Screams of Birds.

You are traveling at the Speed of Light.

The Star King.

~

You chose to Enter the Door of Light.

This feeling inside is strangely familiar.

There’s a warmness inside.

All is uncertain.

All is unknown.

~

You don’t know what comes next.

But you aren’t scared.

You are filled with Gratitude & Contentment.

~

The Future is Ahead.

The Possibilities are Endless and Vast.

You can see it all.

Past, Present, and Future.

In a Continuing Stream that confides within itself.

~

This is when I made the Realization.

When I entered the Imagined World

The Return [Loop] To Infinity

The Creator

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Am I the Creator?

Surely not.

The Creator must exist outside this Infinite Loop.

But as I transverse this Loop, I am reverberating between Creation and Creator.

Where the Past, Present, and Future seem to fold in within each other.

The Möbius Strip.

The Grandfather Paradox.

The Grandfather Clock.

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Does time exist here?

Time is upside down and right side up at the same time. Simultaneously Simulating between Timelines.

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Is there an End?

The End is the same as the Beginning. And Vice Versa.

This cannot be Real.

~

Am I Real?

I feel I’m beginning to fade.

My Soul’s End?

Mends to the Universe.

If I blend into the Universe, am I now the Universe?

I become one with God.

~

This is Weird.

Unearthly.

What am I tethered to?

~

There is no End.

…

Suddenly Charlie came back to consciousness, back to the reality of his world. A Dolphin was pulling him at an immense speed through the darkest depths. A light was above.

They pierced through the surface and Charlie was able to feel his lungs finally able to expand and gain a breathe back. Life was breathed back into Charlie.

Charlie found a piece of driftwood to latch onto. Then, as he was regaining his own awareness and vision back, in the corner of his eyes he saw the Dolphin that saved his life below his feet. A light began to shine and the Blue Heron shot up from the surface.

"I am Mimi, the Shapeshifter, descendant of Artemis."

The Moon was so bright. It was a Full Moon that graced Charlie with light, allowing him to see past the Horizon.

Mimi flew into the beautiful night sky that was filled with the twinkling dots throughout the Cosmos.

Bird and Moon.

The Bird grazed the image of the Moon in the Blue Sky.

The Sea of Tranquility. Apollo has landed in the land of light.

The Quantum Brain? [002, 008]

where do I begin?

Blobs.

I was conversing with a good friend of mine, Renzo Almelor, whom showed me this video while we were filming a deep podcast in the dead of night whilst he was packing for the Philippines.

We were on the topic of consciousness and he showed me this video as much of what he focuses and studies are within the discipline of Biology and creatures — with whom I resonate with.

When he showed me this, I was in utter shock and I had to take on a moment of silence to compute it into my own self-consciousness. A Blob more intelligent than I?

With the recent development of Artificial General Intelligence (AGI) — the closest thing AI has to Human Life Consciousness, it was a very synchronous moment that blew my mind. The answers are all around us, yet we cannot see the signs.

Maybe Roger Penrose was right…

Our minds cannot be calculated by mathematical theorems, nor be predicted. Our minds could be a true testament of true randomness, of moments of pure irrationality. This is something AI or an algorithm cannot replicate yet (or ever?) — the creative catalyst of pure randomness?

Here are some reflection points of mine that may not make any sense or relevance to what we were just discussing — but to me, it means all the world.

Infinite Nonsense

Make sense of the nonsensical nonsense and your sense of self.

Safe shift. Shape shift. Shape yourself. Chameleon. Save yourself to your dreams. Shape yourself to your dreams.

Identify with your dream.

You are a dreamer.

You are human.

You are you.

You are your dreams.

cast of characters / voices

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

For Next Time: The End of Story

the frontier approaches… what will happen in the beyond???

Sources of Inspiration + Supplemental Research

I watched this video back in my 4th year of college while I was doing research for my Plato Philosophy class discussion and it warped my Brain to think in higher dimensions — this is a must watch if your into fun paradoxical thought experiments on space and time.

Roger Penrose was a pioneer of the Quantum Consciousness Theory — under the assumption that humans were capable of proving the unprovable.

From one of my favorite 𝕏 writers who inspires me daily — thank you Dylan if you are reading this :P

P.S - Happy 54th birthday Dad, this is for you Louie Ochave, you Old Man —

<3 to the Moon and back; Game On!