The Consciousness Fundamentalists

The evolution of consciousness:

… the flow state.

Like a river floating in a bacterial infestation of consciousness we all flow through the etherical realms.

In conclusion, we’re all aliens in an alien planet, floating in space, surrounding stardust and star planetary bodies. There’s no escaping the Universe – simply make the most of it in all aspects of our beings.

There’s a quote that I would like to share with you created by a brilliant, yet unknown artist.

‘Reach for the stars, but remember the sun is a star too.’ “

He bowed and ended his final speech. Nobody knows why he chose that specific topic for this occasion, nevertheless, it seems as though he caught the audience in awe – judging by the cheering and clapping anyways.

Perhaps in due time he would understand all the things that makes the Universe weird and awesome, in due time, he seems to enjoy life as it goes.

‘How can I ever convince the masses that what I’m saying is not insane?’ He thought.

‘I must be mad to think that I can crack this one off.’

His speech rushes through his mind as he prepares for his turn. He’s up next.

He tapped on his forehead three times and stood up from his chair.

“It’s a beautiful evening tonight, isn’t it? Weather is rather chilly tonight, but in my personal opinion I think it’s perfect for this occasion. Today I won’t bore you with irregularities or events happening that was memorable for me during this year – instead I would like to tell you how this year influenced me physically.” He continued.

After 2 minutes his final speech was finished. His heart beating in his throat, he didn’t expect that from the crowd. After his conclusion the crowd grew mysteriously silent. Clapping came only after 9 seconds after his speech, he thinks that people completely loathed it. One of his staff members looked him dead in the eye.

‘Yeah, I know. Disappointed aren’t you?’ He thought.

His staff member winked at him indicating that he’s only joking. What a sigh of relief he had.

He wasn’t particularly interested in anything really. He only wanted truth, and absolute truth. He knew in order to obtain Divine and absolute truth he had to search deep and hard for the real thing. He knew there was something strange in his journey to self-discovery. He knew it all too well, yet, he endured the longest journey known in all of man-kind: The journey to self-discovery. He started embarking this strange and mysterious journey since he found out about meditation, he is interested in things completely out of the ordinary.

Craig Rionstrok knew too well the complications involving the realms, he knew there was something up in this world, he knew that there’s something watching him, something above him, but above all – he knew he was different. People say you’re the only one feeling like this in your Universe, for Craig it was all the same, he felt different, he felt like he’s special, after all he was the only one around him who completely understood his limitations and his weaknesses, or so he thought anyway.

Since primary school Craig was bullied and he was forced in a rather peculiar lifestyle of character. He was forced in situations where he felt completely alone and scared at the same time. He knew that nobody completely understood him and that the only thing, or one, that can understand him, is that which was above him, governing him in another dimension; as a result of this, he felt intense depression; no, not depression, intense longing for his home – his True home. He knew that this realm was a test, and he didn’t care about the test anymore, he would rather take an F and quit this life.

Depression and intense video gaming became a norm for Craig’s substitutes for this life. A quick escape in the system is all he needed, is all we all need. Unfortunately, for Craig it wasn’t as easy as it went down inside his mind.

Marked by deep scars on his left arm he’s stuck on believing the lies he kept parading himself, he was stuck on the constant alarm of negativity, he’s stuck on this endless abyss, this labyrinth of depressive and suicidal thoughts constantly lurking and surfacing in his mind.

‘Is it my face?’ He wondered ‘Is it my hair?’ Maybe my hair is too thick?’ He went down a whole list of possible scenarios of things people might hate about him. He looked at other boys much uglier than him with beautiful girlfriends and silently fell in succumbing of sweet depression. He felt like some sort of giant hammer of depressive and suicidal thoughts knocked on his front door, demanding his consciousness.

It was his only philosophy in life that kept him kinda sane. His philosophy was that everything happened for a reason. He didn’t believe in karma, but he knew that some sort of magnetic force always balance the scales of fate, like a giant decision maker weighing down your deeds to determine how your daily emotion would turn out.

“I don’t get it man. I can explain the Universe to a 5th grader but I still feel depressed.” Craig conversed with his dear friend.

“You see, it’s the mage that doesn’t need the people in his life. It’s the people that needs the mage. The thing is, you see, not everyone is ready for the mage…” His friend explained carefully.

Craig heard the cracking of a chip bag in the background. He stopped twirling the telephone cable and looked around, afraid that any of his siblings might be eavesdropping.

“People aren’t ready for the knowledge - that’s the problem. The line between insanity and true reality is only as thin as your capacity to observe. We can’t expect people to believe anything we say just because we know it’s true. It’s sort of like a mirror placed in a slightly irregular angle that portrays a false image of reality. You can’t expect someone to listen to you if you’re not willing to listen to yourself.” Craig mumbled.

“Well, on the contrary.” He breathed in deeply. “The thing is, when you finally understand, you want to share your knowledge with everyone. You want to share the divine truth with everyone, but you know you can’t. It’s an irregularity pattern, those who aren’t ready for the mage will not find an encounter with a mage a pleasant encounter. Those who are ready for the mage will receive more than the mage, those who are ready for the mage are becoming the mage.”

“The number 98.” Craig added.

“Yes, exactly.” His friend laughed.

“9 the mage, the ultimate source of energy. 8 the change of the Universe. 98, those who are ready for divine knowledge will receive divine knowledge, in turn of seeking divine knowledge you’re seeking a deeper aspect of yourself. The Alpha-Centauria Omegus is in yourself. There is no such thing as a physical philosopher’s stone, the stone exists in your mind.” Craig started rubbing his forehead.

“The Stone of philosophers becomes the philosopher’s stone.” His friend said excitingly.

“I figured another system for numerology drawings.” Craig suddenly remembered his discovery.

“Let me hear?”

“Well, I actually wanted people to give me 2 numbers for the lottery, then I thought: let’s make it interesting, I will thank them for the numbers by giving them a reading based on those numbers. I then proceeded to ask them to rate my reading out of 10 after I gave them the reading. The conditions being that they should only give me a number from 0 to 49.”

“Yes?” His friend sounded captivated.

“In general, I take the first 2 numbers and add them up, the third number is also a number I will write down, then the rest of the numbers are entirely on intuition, either I leave the third number, or I add the third number with the first number and the calculated results I add with the second number and so on and so forth. I began to see patterns inside the numbers and how I read them. One might think that 2 numbers for a complete numerology reading sounds absurd, but this system really works for me.” Craig nodded and dartingly looked right and left for any possible eavesdroppers.

As far as Craig is concerned his parents doesn’t completely know about his knowledge of the Universal truths. Well, except for that other day when his dad walked in on him doing an Ouija board ritual, but that’s okay, Craig chanted a wipe-memory spell, so it’s hidden from his father’s conscious mind.

“As I said, as long as it works for you, one system might not work for you, and one system might not work for me, that doesn’t mean that both systems will work for both of us. See I get the concept of 2 numbers in numerology readings, duality is one; it sounds completely do-able.” It was silent for a good 3 seconds.

“What are your thoughts on frequencies as the core idea of everything?” Craig started a topic.

“Everything is frequency. Everything is frequency.” He repeated. “There’s only one frequency that exists in this Universe: ZeroPoint frequency.”

“Speaking of ZeroPoint, I read this thing on this Facebook page about ZeroPoint and frequencies. Can I read it for you?” Craig asked him.

“Sure, let me hear.” Craig heard the crackling of the chip bag in the background again.

“Thus is the philosophy of life. Nothing exists and will ever exist. There’s nothing in this Universe but one point: Zeropoint - which is pointless. That which is pointless can be controlled, that which can be controlled can be shaped - etherical realms intertwine within each other. The frequency of Zeropoint vibrates on different levels in different locations which allows things to manifest itself into a wave format. Wave-formats are simply a dip of consciousness, subconscious-, superconscious-, unconscious- and conscious-wave function collapses. The frequency of Zeropoint allows us to tap into the endless supply of it, simply because Zeropoint is all that exist.

Everything that is thinkable is achievable - after all if it didn’t rhyme you shouldn’t waste your time. Time is yet another frequency of the Zeropoint energy. The Zeropoint is everything, it is between all the unseen spaces, it’s in between the atoms - it is the atoms. Knowing this, it is much easier to control existence itself. Understanding the fundamental blocks of existence makes you existence itself manifesting in different frequency formats. The format of consciousness is nothing more than a mere illusion, the format of consciousness exists in yourself. Find yourself - find the Universe.” He read with much emphasis.

“I love that. Wow…” His friend was shocked for a few minutes. “Where on Facebook did you find that?”

“On this page called Psych-Transfero Spiritualism.”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah they do post some epic information of that page, I must admit.” The bag of chips began cracking again.

“People are awaking to the truth.” Craig smiled.

“It’s the age of enlightenment, brother.” Craig’s friend said with a mouth filled with potato chips.

“But anyway, dude. I got to go now, its dinner time, and I got work tomorrow, thanks for the call man.” Craig’s friend gulped in the last bit of potato chips. Craig could feel all the energies involving the consumption of that glorious bag of air.

“No problem man. Mages are for eternity.” The password of consciousness Craig thought. He concluded his call with those four words. There was such a strange power in those four words… Mages are for eternity.

Craig started rolling himself a nice one and prepared ascending into the Eye.

For years he felt like some kind of teacher. He knew that he had a lot of knowledge, but inevitably, he knew that he knew nothing.

It was nothing to control energy, not for Craig anyway. He would do telekinesis and hydrokinesis and pyrokinesis when he has nothing to do, depending on his mood the object or frequency will be determined by his intuition alone.

He remembered a day when there was something much simpler than life is now.

It was on a summer day, very cold for a summer day. Cloudy mostly and it’s raining outside, Craig and his dear friend Peter Binston stood under a bridge at the beach, the waves hitting the rocks brought comfort to his soul.

5 or so minutes passed and a whole new Universe began for them, little did they know the synchronicity will be huge this time.

“Bro, the Universe is awesome. What you feel when you pull in that wave with your mind is the Zeropoint frequency. It’s the frequency of everything. You feel it pumping in your forehead and you understand how the object moves.” Peter went off.

“It’s like you’re thinking what the object needs to do.”

“Exactly. The frequency you’re feeling is made of 4 polarities. It’s made of all the 4 main elements of the Universe. These 4 elements are the 4 realms of the first vibrational plane, it governs the 1st 4 dimensions, these 4 dimensions are basically intertwined and connected with each other, the higher realms contains data and information only. These frequencies are made by our mind, but it’s also made from the object.

You see, when you’re doing telekinesis on an object, you’re not really doing anything on the object itself. The objects blinks in and out of reality so fast that it seems like it’s present in this realm. What you’re actually doing when you do telekinesis on an object is changing the object’s ‘blinking pattern’. It’s called wave function collapse. The wave function collapse theory states that consciousness has a physical influence on objects; meaning when I look at an object I’m physically changing the vibration rate, regardless if I’m consciously aware of it or not.” Peter explained.

“Well stated. The only reason why an object moves when you do your psychokinesis on it is because you’re actually changing the wave-format of the object, and you’re changing the molecular position of the object rather than controlling the object. It’s sort of like when you look at the object you realize that the object is actually in your mind and not outside your mind, and that the object exists only because it’s inside your mind. When you think of an object being inside your mind rather than something in the physical realm, if there is such a thing, you begin to realize that all those frequencies you feel is actually your thoughts flowing inside and outside your physical existence.” Craig tried to elaborate with broken speech and occasional licking of his lips. Craig took a sip his beer and waited for Peter’s reply.

“Yes, yes, exactly man. Nothing exists but your mind. Your body is a physical extension of your mind. Your body is a mere vessel of your mind. Your brain is your mind manifested as a physical object – remember the Stone is liquid and solid, implying that the Philosopher’s Stone is actually solid as in your brain, and liquid as in your Mind – the search for the physical philosopher’s stone is realizing that you should entrain your brain with frequency trainings.” Peter smiled.

“Fantastic! Well stated.”

The rest of the time the two of them just messed around with the waves and did some hydrokinesis in a small puddle of water, nothing out of the ordinary for them nowadays.

What really surprised them was how they didn’t get wet even when it completely soaked outside.

“Dude, how are we not even wet?” Peter scratched his head. They both sat in the car now, on their way back home.

“I don’t know, man. It’s only my jacket that’s wet, everything else is dry. I mean I see the drops of rain on my pants but there’s no wetness, no coldness, nothing.”

“These jackets are magic man.” They both had the same jacket on, a thin piece of polyester rain coat.

Craig could feel the sizzling of energy between his fingers as he stroke the jacket.

“It’s a glitch in the matrix.” Craig said.

“It is man.”

All Craig knows was since that day nothing was the same again. He sat in his room, doing telekinesis on his Chinese lanterns as he thought about all the good times between him and his fellow mage friend, Peter Binston. Ever since Craig Rionstrok met Peter Binston both of their lives were changed, permanently.

Craig’s phone rang.

“Craig speaking.” He greeted.

“It’s me.” A voice replied.

“Who?”

The line dropped.

Strange. “Oh well.”

There was a knock on his window.

“It’s me.” Sharp scratching came from the windows, an unbearable sound indeed.

Craig ran to his window and saw a women. Certainly he recognized her face, though it puzzled him that she was here.

“Man, what the heck did I smoke?” Craig asked himself.

“Ena.” He called her.

“How are you?” She asked while gradually slipping through the walls.

“Fantastic. I... I wasn’t expecting you, m’lady.” Craig bowed his head.

“You know how I am.” She scratched him with her very sharp nails.

“Ouch.”

“Oh quite! You know it didn’t even hurt... What a shame.” Ena looked at her nails.

“State your visit, m’lady?”

“Just visiting a friend. What is this, a hospital?” She asked sharply.

“Okay, okay. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re not off the hook.”

“What hook? And what did you catch, darling.” She gave a grin.

“You leaving me in this place while you dwell around in the realms without taking me with you.” Craig crossed his arms, showing his dissatisfaction.

“You know... I gotta do what I gotta do. What do you think I go to you the whole time and look after your sorry ass?” She said jokingly and laughed.

Her character still seems the same since last time Craig saw her. She was just as beautiful as he could remember.

It was about 7 months, 3 weeks and 6 days since the last time she shown her face, Craig’s been counting every minute since she left.

“I missed you...” Craig’s eyes glistened as he gazed his direction towards her.

“You know I know that. . . Do you think it’s easy for me? Easy for me just to leave you here... You know nothing about missing. Nothing!”

She started bursting in tears. Now there’s a sight you don’t see every day.

“Darn you for making me flow these human tears.”

“Anyway, my manifestation is fading soon, the planetary alignments only allows me to have 3 minutes of manifestation time before I fade to dust.”

“Already! And AGAIN...” He screamed.

“I’m sorry. I’ll visit you in your dreams. Goodbye.” She scratched him lightly.

It started bleeding.

“Oh yum.” She licked it up and waved.

Just like that Craig was alone again. He contemplated on sleeping so that he can see her face again. He fell in a silent state of depression. Why is it always him caught with all the weird things?

Craig felt like his consciousness was violently ripped from him. It was bad enough to take in last time she visited, but now, since she visited she brought out all those emotions and feelings.

“This is not right… Not towards me.” Craig violently punched the wall with his knuckle.

“How can she just show up and do this to me. She knows…” Craig started crying.

A moth slipped in the small creak of window that was open. Just as inevitable and funny it was, the moth flew into the flame and died.

“Seriously?” Craig started laughing.

He knew that she heard him. That she’s watching over him. He felt her comforting presence amongst her, too bad he can’t see her face just one more time. He just wanted to touch her, he just wanted to tell her what she means to him. He just wanted to hold her, but he knew it was much more complicated than that…

‘I guess I could never love as a normal human.’ He thought.

‘I guess that I can never really receive that romantic love I’ve been longing for. Not in this state. Not in this state.’ He shook his head and contemplated on all the things he could do to himself now.

He could end his life right there… if he wanted. But it was the sadness and the tears in her eyes that made him never touch a blade in his life again, though the easiest way out would be just to pick that object up and end it just like that. Then he can be with her, he longs for her, for the love he felt so long ago, that love he just couldn’t reach. He seeks a love longer than existence itself and he knows that no relationship would be the same… No, he didn’t even wanted a relationship, he wanted her and her alone.

He knew that nothing can satisfy that need inside him. He knew that she’s the one – but the thing is, he’s ready for her, she’s not ready for him.

‘Wouldn’t it better’ he thought. ‘Wouldn’t it be better if I could just be with you for all eternity long?’ He asked himself.

Then what will become of him, his life, and his purpose? For the time being it would be the temporary solution, but what about the permanent solution? His thoughts raced like mad, not unusual of course, it gets worse and worse every time he sees her.

For him, it feels like he’s stuck in an abyss of lies and sadness. It’s not easy for someone who understands the Universe completely to accept something as small and obscure as forbidden love - never to touch a source of her true love. It was her feisty personality that made her so unpredictably attractive. He thought it might be better if he just go to sleep and dream about unicorns and cats, though he knew that with this depressive mood, he can’t enter a dream state, so all he had was the scratch on his arm – a souvenir of her love towards him. He held the scratch as if it was more valuable than gold and fell asleep.

The night came and as promised she appeared in his dreams.

“Am I dreaming?” Craig asked himself.

“I don’t know, ask yourself. Does it look like you’re dreaming?” She showed the magnificence of the place.

“Yeah…” Craig looked around.

It was a plane of consciousness filled with floating geometry patterns. Weird little insects and creatures above human understanding, lines and numbers floating in perfect harmony with one another, that in the physical realm, would’ve defied all logic and all laws of science.

“What is this place anyway?” Craig asked.

“This, my little Craig, is what I call home.” She smiled.

“So, a realm filled with weird things is what you like?” Craig asked puzzled.

“Well, you know how I am…” She paused and fell silent.

“I agree. This looks like something you like. I take that you made this whole realm yourself?”

“That’s correct. Everything you see here is a manifestation of my mind…” She paused for a second. “Do you like it?” She leaned into Craig’s arms.

“Of course I do. It’s completely random and it resonates your character and personality perfectly.” He nodded.

“Say, how come you don’t visit me in dreams more often?” He asked.

“I do. You just forget. Your mind stretches in 4 segments during the initial sleep stage. This is where it gets interesting. At some point there’s a climax, a point of lucid dreaming where you are totally in control of your actions and you’re consciously aware of everything happening around you. Then there’s the stage where you’re not fully conscious what’s happening and your soul travels to alternative planes that exceeds your conscious thinking, meaning completely leaving your conscious and subconscious connection. There’s also a stage where you know you’ve dreamt and completely forgot, this is a stage where your subconscious mind has been submerged with conscious mind and small information and data may be retrieved. Then there’s the stage of fully conscious-subconscious merging; meaning while in the dream state, your subconscious and conscious mind works in harmony with one another, your subconscious is responsible for manifesting all your thoughts, and your conscious mind is responsible to send all the data and information towards your brain, allowing full recollection of dream experiences. So to answer your question, you’re in that subconscious submerging state, where you can only recollect portions of your dreams and the rest of it is lost knowledge. If I can count how many times I explained this to you over and over again it would be much more than 500.”

“Is there a cure to help me remember my dreams?” He asked.

“Hunny, what are you talking about? This is not a sickness, you just need to train your brain more. The first thing you can do, and do it now after this dream, is to get a dream journal. Record everything you see, hear and feel while in your dreams – this will help you, initially, to remember your dreams and to recall them at will. The next step you must take is to remember it’s all a dream. Realize, consciously, that you’re in a dream and subliminally program yourself to remember every dream you get when you get to the point of dreaming. Now are we going to chit-chat the whole time or do you want to see some new things?” She winked.

“Don’t mind if I do. Lead the way.”

“Quit staring at my buttocks.” She gave a small giggle.

They both flew into a plane of consciousness.

Craig admired the geometry patterns, not just because they’re geometry and contain insane secrets of the cosmos, but because these patterns were alive. Just like all the numbers… Just like all dust particles and all participles swirling around this strange abyss.

The abyss Ena likes to call “The Cosmoshness.”

“Why the Cosmoshness?” Craig sat on a ledge made out of hardened rock hair. Ena truly has a strange mind.

“It’s the cosmos. How can I explain this in a way how you can understand…?” She thought.

“It’s like all the secrets of the cosmos is blended into a plane of mind. Sure, call it what you want, these symbology and numerology and geometrical patterns around here contains the secrets of the Universe, and the secrets of consciousness itself. It’s the direct and absolute truth - nothing more, nothing less. I created them as a reminder of what I do is simply just to serve my true being, what I do is expand, multiply, envision, improve, evolve… This is the reason why I created this place, there is only one Absolute Truth, and within the fields of this Universe I created, is all the secrets. This Universe is only accessible by my permission only, nothing exists out of this Universe, and nothing exists inside this Universe. The wisdom is alive, it has its own consciousness, in fact everything has a consciousness, though not everything is capable of wielding a vessel to transport and share its consciousness. The true reason why I created this place was to give out freely, when I sit here and meditate I sent consciousness everywhere, in all dimensions, all universes, in all atoms that exists simultaneously. I wouldn’t say Magic is truly amplified here, the magic here is alive, just as it is in all Universes, but here… Here is the magic. The True secrets of everything, the magic is alive… and it thinks!” She explained excitingly while sucking on a number 7 that fell from an eyeball floating through the sky.

“Wow… Thrilling. I’m honored to be here in this vast plane of consciousness and to smoke numerology with you.”

“I want you here, even if it’s just a dream…” Her voice shrieked.

“Your voice just changed.” Craig noticed.

“I know…” She looked up.

“What is the purpose, really?” Craig played with a triangle looking-rock.

“The purpose of…?” Ena looked puzzled. She knew what Craig was thinking anyway.

“The purpose of consciousness. Why are we existing? I don’t care about why I’m on earth, I really know why I am, and I want to know why are we existing? Why did consciousness decided to be, well… conscious? What is the Purpose of Consciousness?” Craig cried out.

“Well. You might think we know everything, but. You know. Sometimes it’s a difficult question to answer. I can’t really explain why consciousness started existing, it’s like asking an artist why he’s painting – well that’s an obvious answer, he paints because he loves it. Just like consciousness, consciousness isn’t a thing we can explain, it simply is. It always existed - yet it doesn’t exist at all; consciousness is the paradox of consciousness. It’s the principle as above so below. As above: Everything exists; so below: yet nothing exists; as above so below principle applies that: it’s the paradox that exists - nothing else. I don’t know the purpose of consciousness… All I know is that We exists to expand it, to tell of the Love, to spread the love, to make the love. Look at what I created…” Ena demonstrated.

“I may have created this Universe with my mind, but Consciousness actually created it; you see, I am a Conscious Being, thus I can create conscious beings who can also create conscious beings – you see the paradox? I am a creator, yes. We all are. We create everything we see. In a sense you’re not the Ultimate Creator – the Ultimate Creator is consciousness, but you’re also the creator of whatever you think. You think of an accident, that accident happens in another dimension. My purpose is to Love, to protect what is right and true, to illuminate, to create, to educate, to civilize, to learn and to teach; there is no other thing than this and know this right now, Craig Rionstrok, the purpose of living is to have fun, to express and to Love, not romantic love - divine love.”

Craig wanted to reply her then a sudden ring pierced his ears. His alarm rang.

It’s school time again.

“AHHHH!” He screamed. He remembered one thing, a journal, he started jotting down what he remembered, not that he can remember much that is. He drew her face, the only thing he could remember was the words, there is no other thing than this and know this right now, Craig Rionstrok, the purpose of living is to have fun, to express and to Love, not romantic love - divine love.