#HighestSelf Log

Highest-self: the sum of me in one omniscient consciousness.

Assembling hundreds of thousands worth of years then suffering the disconnection from it all. Then learning writing down of what remain conscious of began. After the assembled library of Alexandria was ravaged, the fragments of the reminiscence survived and so, the research went on, from scraps again.
What is there left of the truth? Whatever piece of vague and mysterious puzzle that powers here have in possession is a sad token of what is left of experience. Of my work.

You ask if maybe the way to ‘ascend’ is to override the hacked, built-in Matrix with your own system of truth; based on your scholarship, based on the feeling or knowing that you connect and relate to historical characters. That it is the reason and fuel you do anything you do. At the very least especially of late.
Could you write how it ends? Would it really matter? Why then else you experience those inner revelations, and ravel in the mythologies and genealogies. Intoxicating contexts of histories of stories about one true tale. Of how it all started. Could you write the fairytale’s end while you know that you are unaware of the truth behind the seeming reality. It never reaches any kind of ending. But comes out from within the original dot of the story, spiraling completing cycles binaurally, striving Fibonacci and yet blossoming bubbles of plausible casualties. It makes your mind want to get out of it’s physical restrictions and expand so it sees and understands what it is thirsting after and for.
You say how can one think, how can I think two dimensionally and three at the same time. How can I follow a pattern, a line of descent, a story, when every action has a reaction, and so for me it seems that The World explodes with probably infinite parallel universes every time the rhythm hits the beat of time, every time a choice is made. Every moment. Infinite bubbles. Infinite big bangs, infinite branches. How can I draw this tree.

The search for the genealogy of the gods was always going through scholar’s hands. At least since the time of Herodotus. But don’t let that dishearten you. Because that is how it goes.

P.S: Electrons quantum jump from one orbit to another one, seemingly going through a wormhole of sorts. Wonderful, strange and delicious to be aware of.