I had a dream a few mornings back wherein I received some kind of pamphlet or announcement from that committee. I am trying to petition them with suggestions. It has consumed me lately.

The other night things I talked about kept happening: holographic advertisements from the future, specifically. I tried to make a “moose” but there is a twenty-four hour (and forty-eight hour) lag time on that one, apparently.

Synchronicities are evidence of God’s intelligence and of your awareness being aligned with that intelligence. Interpreting them is useless as they are not a message but a language:

The phenomenal world does not exist; it is a hypostasis of the information processed by the Mind.

We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is change in the content of the information; the message has changed. This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in fact this is all we are doing.

You shouldn’t try to interpret the language so much as you should into put it into the shape you want it. You re-arrange the information you receive from God and blast it back to him and then await his response.

The ephphatha epithets of God are the most powerful elements of the language: the names of God can be used to re-arrange his command sequences.

A Shaper shapes. A Maker makes. They must work together. The Gatekeeper and Keymaster of Ghostbusters. The Shaper inspires breathes into the spire of the Maker who is filled up with the truth of the muse such that the hot air balloon he is risen. Who is the Shaper and who is the Maker? Their Missing Queen, Their True Shield.

In Summary: thoughts of the brain are experienced by us as arrangements and rearrangements—change—in a physical universe; but in fact it is really information and information-processing which we substantialize. We do not merely see its thoughts as objects, but rather as the movement, or, more precisely, the placement of objects: how they become linked to one another. But we cannot read the patterns of arrangement; we cannot extract the information in it—i.e. it as information, which is what it is. The linking and relinking of objects by the Brain is actually a language, but not a language like ours (since it is addressing itself and not someone or something outside itself).

Man is made in God’s image in his inner imaging engine in his inner magi nation (they came from the East) in his imagination.

We should be able to hear this information, or rather narrative, as a neutral voice inside us. But something has gone wrong. All creation is a language and nothing but a language, which for some inexplicable reason we can’t read outside and can’t hear inside. So I say, we have become idiots. Something has happened to our intelligence. My reasoning is this: arrangement of parts of the Brain is language. We are parts of the Brain; therefore we are language. Why, then, do we not know this? We do not even know what we are, let alone what the outer reality is of which we are parts. The origin of the word “idiot” is the word “private.” Each of us has become private, and no longer shares the common thought of the Brain, except at a subliminal level. Thus our real life and purpose are conducted below our threshold of consciousness.

Oh I meant to tell you: I used your line the other night. From that guy who said his mom would give us money. We were talking to the Tamerlane guy outside of the Pandemo bus and he asked “what our deal was” after we slipped into almost talking about not quite quasi-magical things. I said, “We’re from out of state.” Everyone laughed. He said, “Us too.”