Part One: Glory of the Risen Sun


Day of Election in New America

To be sung in the spirit,
felt in the heart,
and imagined as new human beings
dancing in a sun-flushed mind.
Our scene is New America hundreds of years into the future in the New Timeline. The characters are our descendants, thousands of generations into the unknown, and we are their progenitors beginning to emerge from the jungles of animal existence, helping those still struggling with the light of spiritual existence. I am writing as a time traveler of the ninth dimension, serving humanity as a member of the Galactic Forum, a body of advanced beings from across the galaxy who answer specifically to the Galactic Mind. Our mission is to prime certain spirits within the diminished time zones of emerging planetary consciousness in preparation for private missions of discovery for later in their evolution. Anyone who reads this material will be traveling into the future, probing a different kind of existence, preparing to be probed in return. A single question for the reader: Does this feel real to you or no?
Part I: Glory of the Risen Sun
Awake, my beloved son, awake, awake! The sun has risen and our neighbors are already dancing in the streets, and your bluebirds have arrived for your morning lesson. The backyard is filled with their music as they joyously await your presence. Awake, my beloved! Come back to the world and be my son for another day.
Oh sweet mother, let me hug you again, the first of many this day, I foresee. Yes, I hear the bluebirds, and, oh, let me look outside at our friends. The day has really come, hasn’t it my darling mother. Just like you promised. Hello, Dave, Samantha, I will be there after I greet my mother with bounteous love and sing with the bluebirds and nourish my body with fan.
And mother, most beautiful mother, you also promised that father would return from his deep meditation to be with us this day, and I know you are right, but how does he know how to come back on this exact day? He has been deep inside for weeks, away from the world and our home. How does he know?
My darling boy, you know why. Your father is a master of time. He is away working for us so that time will flow smoothly for all in the land, our land, New America, especially for this day. Now be alert to your body! Fan is on the kitchen table, a new flavor of creation everyday to give the body the joy of new beginnings and undying youth. Go now, the birds are exquisitely patient with your anticipation of this day, and I am sure your father will be back with us by the time your new song is fully sung into your heart. Go now!
Yes, sweet mother, away into a new day. I am the dawn and you are the glory of the risen sun!
Our beautiful son scarcely knows that his feet rarely touch ground, my dearest wife. So young, but he always flies true. And you are his mother.
Oh dear and glorious husband, you are his true and humble father. Let me wrap myself around you, whole body and soul! I can scarcely live when you are away, although I can feel your being deep inside of me as a living unknown surging deep and true. Unfathomable love is present when we embrace. Just the touch of your hand sends waves of ecstasy into my whole being. Sing with me, my love! Sing with me! Let the joy of your return spread throughout the land, let the neighbors know that their world again is secure with hope and wonder for living bountiful days under the golden sun and the deep night sky. Tell me, my deepest love, how many worlds did you visit this time, how many new songs have you brought back to us for this day? Tell me, my love, never stop telling me who you are and what the world is! If I die this moment, I will be the happiest woman who ever lived.
Oh, angel of my heart, let me kiss your feet! I have experienced nothing in weeks away that can compare to this moment of being in your arms, of hearing your heart sing, of being alive in this house with our son and his choir of bluebirds, in this land, our land, New America, awaiting the great expansion that is to come this day with knowing who we are within the turning of the galactic wheel, to know what path we have chosen for our ascension bliss. No, no, do not lift me up! I must kiss your feet until my tears of joy are fully shed, and my heart surrenders every other allegiance that this moment seeks to claim.
My beloved husband, I feel the golden love of your heart course throughout my body even as I look up and see that our darling boy has finished learning his new song. I hear his voice and the excitement of the birds that our son has learned his new song so swiftly. Our hearts must open now past each other to bring him in and with him the whole world. The shouts and laughter from the streets will draw him away, but he will want to greet you with the infinite love that sons feel for their fathers. Up, my gorgeous man, here he is!
Oh father! Oh my father! More glorious than the sun, grander than all the stars, source of all hope and joy and the promise of ever more happiness as day and night dance with each other, you are home, back from great wandering into the depths of eternal being. I have missed you, even in the embrace of my most beloved mother’s arms and the unbounded joy in her heart, I have missed the infinite depths of your being standing in this room, laughing with the stories of daily living, ours and our friends, across this land and other lands where joy dances unabated under the unbounded sky. How much more joy can a heart take?
Oh father, the birds today taught me to sing the gratitude of your return, to peer into the wellsprings of life where all things team with readiness to burst into existence. And here you are right now! It’s true! It’s all true! What is next for us, my father, master of time? Will the day be true to all that you have said? Oh, but that will come. Hold my body, dear father, tight and sure. I am your son! Let me be who you are!
The day has come, my beloved son! Just as your mother and I promised you. Secrets will be revealed. More happiness will flow through the streets and across the yards of our homes, and inside all of those homes new desires and new ideas will inspire new adventures in the mysterious lands of the spirit. Your mother and I created you after the last election day and today you will see why. This is your first election. After today you will feel inside everyone the urgent need for more young explorers of spirit to emerge from mothers’ love-filled wombs, emboldened for life ever ascending by the dark roar of the infinite being of the untamed father. This is life my beloved son. This is how we all come to be. This is who we all are.
But now through the open windows, riding the breezes of the happiness of your young friends’ voices, I hear the sounds of your name. They, too, have learned their songs for this election day and want to sing with you. So, go now. Sing and dance. Greater truths are on their way. Remember to be in the Hall of the Whispering Pines by noon. The sun tolerates no tardiness and you will not want to miss a single wave of the new joy. Peace and happiness are bedfellows of the spirit, my son! Go! Greet the new day, our election day!       [end of Part I]

My Election Night

Since the American presidential election of 2016, there has been a new presence on the planet. Everybody can feel it even if there will be different interpretations of what it is. What we can all agree upon, however, is that world is unsettled. People turn to each other looking for normalcy as if nothing has changed, but we all know something has. What to do? Life goes on but there is now a huge question mark in everybody’s psyche as to what the future might become. The results of the election did not cause this deeply churning consternation. They are, instead, an indicator of a planetary transformation originating at its spiritual core. The human race has chosen to wake up whatever the cost.
What I experienced while watching the election results was a like a bubble popping. Suddenly I was dizzy and remain so to this day. News personalities from both ends of the political spectrum were acting strangely. One commentator whom I have always respected was suddenly and uncharacteristically dumbfounded. He just looked up and said he didn’t understand what was happening.
That night I could not walk across the room without holding onto something solid. With lights out I tried to sleep but my mind was on fire. I felt like I had shifted into another dimension of reality. Before dawn I concluded that earthplanet, its entire physical and subtle sub-structures, had shifted into a new timeline. This was an astonishing conclusion to reach, but that conclusion is now rooted in my mind as a mental construct that will enable me to integrate the staggering changes we are about to face. This blog is my interpretation of those changes as I experience them.

What New Thought to Die For

I spent some of this weekend with my young, military, Fox News, round the bend patriotic cousin. It was our first time together since the election so there was a lot to catch up on. Now I have been a democrat since my mother told me at age twelve that the democrats look after the little guy. That appraisal of the democratic party sounds noble enough to this day to buy into, but I am sure it stuck because she was my mother. Part of our time together was spent viewing a damning film on the democrats and Hillary Clinton. It was eye-opening in many areas and dripping with venom but conceptually not nearly as over the top and out to the moon as David Icke, my guru for all things conspiratorial, including alien lizards controlling our minds, and moon bases broadcasting submission programming to us everyday. What David Icke has done for me is to free me from virtually all political narratives, left and right, enabling me to see through all media versions of the national dance. It’s not all lies to me because he says so. It’s all lies because I can see it! Some how reading his books transmits a frequency of consciousness that’s like cleaning out the mind in regard to all public propaganda. Thanks, David. I’ll keep the alien lizards in reserve, but I get it.

So, the great thing about the lively dialogue with my cousin was that we suspended our usual serious diatribes in favor of great fun, much laughter, and willingness to crawl out from our stuck points of view. He even let me go on about David Icke and promised he would read one of his books. What we were experiencing was that in the new age of Trump, all things are possible because there are no frames of reference that haven’t been compromised, and no one can explain what is going on. Like the man said at one rally a couple of days ago, “Don’t anticipate what is going to happen. The script hasn’t been written. And you are in charge.” Okay!” I said. “Bring it on!” My attitude for a long time.

At the heat of our discussion, when ideas, accusations, and visions of improbable futures were flying around the room, I put up my arms and shouted, “Stop! Here’s the deal. Good and true things to believe are going to be in short supply for a long time,” I said, “so instead of grabbing a hold of this or that piece of political propaganda, knowing its all shit, we should just ask ourselves what beliefs would we want to have as our last stance on earth? Might as well find them now.  Know what it is and protect it. There’s nothing out there you can lean on for truth, justice, much less the American way.” Of course, there was God, Jesus, and the afterlife, but having only a short time together, that was as far as we got. Nevertheless, what a splendid time we had. I have never felt closer to him.

But for me and readers of this blog, there’s more. My cousin laughed at the idea of the New Timeline after I read him a few entries from my blog. Which is probably  a lot harder to take than alien ETs controlling human affairs. I get it, and that’s okay. Right now for me, though, just about anything can rise to the level of “Why not!” A new timeline was my vision of the new reality, but it was too much for him. Nevertheless, somewhere in the back and forth, in a moment that came and went with little fanfare, I said, “The only real way to deal with this is to come into that undefined core of who we are and live our lives from there.”

How to do that, of course, is the catch. I have my way of moving into the slipstream of a real life, others will find theirs. My point to readers here isn’t so different from what I offered to my cousin; the only thing I want to emphasize here is the urgency. Now really means now! There aren’t enough news channels on the TV, or pages in a newspaper, or leafs in a book of scriptures that will bring you home to one, real, reliable point of view, the place of no confusion, the place where you are the real you.

From a commentary in the Fire of Life Oracle, Prayer 11:
All of your aspirations are part of the human condition, but they cannot be fulfilled within human life. No matter what you have done to address your longings, you remain unresolved within your existential core. In accepting this uncertainty within your being, you become capable of intimacy with spirit. The depth of the number eleven prayer is uncontainable within human knowing; nevertheless, encapsulated within its language is a seed of possible revelation once genuine intimacy opens inside you.


Deep Knowing Through Contact with the Quantum Cosmos

My contribution to the world's transformation is the websites I have created and the inner work I do on other planes within networks of other beings who hold the Earth on course. Nothing more to say about them. The websites, however, are a different story. They exist for anybody who wishes to take advantage of their power to stabilize and transform human awareness from deep within the shrouds of human thinking and projecting one's personal consciousness directly into the unbounded field of pure being, which I call godspace and the quantum cosmos. While working with this material, one goes outside the mind and gradually layers into the personal consciousness the transcendent reality, which the personal story obscures. Back and forth. That’s what they do. Working with these sites will develop profound levels of “deep knowing.” All of these sites are alive.

The Fire of Life Oracle
Personal questions addressed to the Oracle are doorways through which you are projected out of your personal existence into godspace, where you are a real being, not the story being of your personal life. Godspace is where real events occur. The purpose of these excursions is to turn you into a real being doing real things. What are real things? The Oracle will tell you if you really want to know. Instructions for use are on the site. The link is to the left of this column. In the New Timeline, your godbeing presence will bring a profound stabilizing influence to the world as it unwinds into its new reality. Remember, intellectual understanding is helpful but not necessary.

Godspace, Godbeings, and the Quantum Cosmos
The material on this site is drawn from commentaries to the Fire of Life Oracle Prayers. They are for exploration when one is drawn to the energy but wishes to explore themes more broadly than what is offered in a single prayer. Read the Invocations for Entering Godspace several times to open the door. The link is in the left column at the top.

Call to the Galactic Mind
This site directs one’s consciousness outside of earthplanet plane into the greater cosmos, which for us means the cosmic plane of the Galactic Mind. Earthplanet plane exists as a sub-plane of that magnificent being, whose reality is the source of everything we know as real. Through working with this site you come to the original intent of all things possible within earthplanet plane and way beyond our single planetary existence. This site must be engaged wholly in order to grasp its significance. Reading this and that will yield very little connection to the galactic field. Regular exposure to it will put your personal existence into a new perspective and is ideal for supporting forward movement into the New Timeline.

Krishna and the Self-Existent Glory
The experiences on this site take place exclusively under the purview of the Galactic Mind. It’s about being in the presence. In order to gain any benefit from it, however, one would have to have spent much quality time with the other sites creating the vibratory keys that will resonate in the galactic field. Although I have hundreds of pages of written material, the actual download for the site has not begun. Soon. I am sure. My bones are shaking with anticipation. The message here is “Get ready!”


Deep Knowing and the Bonds of Distant Earth

It’s 4:45 in the morning. I have just returned from a profound meditation and have brought back with me another wave of deep knowing, a condition I have cultivated over the years that is not of the mind, the world, or the universe, but it is more completely who I am than the chaotic, disturbing condition that collectively amounts to the madness human beings experience as normal life.

Madness is a loss of contact with the original state of being out of which everything emerges, continuously, and which contains the full matrix for the entirety of existence, which has the who, what, when, where, and energy(forget about why) of everything through multi-dimensions of space and time, cosmos after cosmos. You get the picture. Humanity as a whole and you and me particularly are expressions of and connected to the full matrix of everything that exists. We are built into the whole picture. It is the failure consciously to connect with the ground state of existence, which is all of the cosmos as one thing and more, that threatens to destroy us. Sooner or later but inevitably, unless enough of us establish that contact, humanity will self-destruct. Right now being a human being is like walking in a dark room with a tiny flashlight whose batteries are giving out while walls collapse, floors buckles, and roofs fall in. Now imagine why we might want to travel to Mars.

There are lessons to be learned in wanting to travel to Mars. Many think we will need another planet to retreat to after we have destroyed the Earth, either through violence against each other, violence against the physical planet through poisoning the environment, or violence from a meteor or comet impacting the Earth and causing an extinction level event. The more aware we become of these things, the more imminent this destruction seems.

One of the biggest risks in traveling to Mars for whatever reason is the degradation of the body when exposed to deep space during the six to seven months of weightless travel, including bone loss, accumulation of water in the brain, exposure to cosmic radiation, and the random particle of matter traveling at thousands of miles an hour that can destroy a ship in an unpredictable instant, not to mention surviving on a planet under conditions meant for Martians, whenever they may have been in the past or might be in the future. Human beings existing successfully in purely Martian conditions is a very big unknown and cannot be defined exclusively by the parameters of organic or technological physical systems. Can human beings live for an extended period of time away from the energetic definitions of Earth? Not an idol question.

Social cohesion within a small group of travelers can be practiced on Earth, but we have no idea what a human being will experience when contemplating reality millions of miles distant from the home planet. The farthest human consciousness has traveled from Earth is 240 thousand miles, the distance from here to the moon. Can you imagine looking in the direction of planet Earth from 10 million miles away long after it has winked out into infinite blackness? A handful of ultra tiny particles of conscious matter traveling through the blackness of an infinite universe conjures up another angle on human madness. I had a taste of that experience a few years ago in the vast emptiness of Western Tibet watching a dog belonging to no one sitting by itself in the middle of nowhere staring into the distance.  A pat on the head wouldn’t do it.

Nevertheless, humanity has committed to undertaking this journey carrying the home planet madness with it. Successful colonization of Mars, however, might require a restructuring of the human matrix, DNA plus other substructures of matter yet to be discovered by science, and it might take many inexplicable failures before scientists and engineers learn to operate out of deep knowing and turn to meditative technologies for transforming the non-material component of the human matrix, its mental and emotional “wiring,” into something which will allow humanity to recreate itself into a race capable of traveling great distances into space and of loving each other at home. Why not? Follow the yellow brick road.

One afternoon a few years ago, I was having lunch with a friend. She was discussing the troubles her daughter was having as a single mother abandoned by the father of her child. Never having been a parent and never having had regrets about not having children, I could only empathize so much. At some point while she was speaking, a vast, silent space opened up from behind my mind and I found myself listening to this conversation from a perspective that allowed me to know and observe things from outside earthplanet plane. I knew with deep knowing that my friend might as well have been a mother bear clutching her cub. This would never do. Human beings were still thrashing around in the jungles of human animal existence and there was no refuge for them from that bondage as long as primitive emotions ruled the day.

From where I was witnessing this conversation, it was clear that the family unit and its emotional resistance to change was evolutionary baggage, and that the consciousness of each human individual in mediated or unmediated contact with a core quantum of undefined being was the condition upon which human survival would be built. From that mode of existence all things are experientially possible in the universe, including survival of the Earth, travel to the planets and stars, love and joy at home, not to mention unimaginable movements through the highways and byways of inner space that involve taking on many forms and identities with which to explore off planet planes of existence. I gleaned all of that in a few seconds while my friend wiped away tears arising from speaking of the travails of her daughter. It was all in the tears.

As the New Timeline rushes in and overtakes the conditions of the old, humanity will cease to be defined by the family unit and the sexual identities that have been the root of human selfhood since our progenitors dropped from the trees and started walking on land. This change has been underway for a long time. We all know it. Traveling to Mars will be a great adventure to watch as it unfolds, but engaging the inner landscape and transforming the mode by which we exist as a self so that we can know the universe as a manifestation of that self will be the only chance humanity has to survive, whether on Earth or on Mars, and until we rise to the level of that supreme achievement, humanity will have made no contribution to the glory of the cosmos.

Of What Just Might Be the Whole Damn Thing

One day as I was sitting in the waiting room of Rachel’s dentist in faraway Olympia, and while she was receiving treatment for a troublesome tooth and the clock was spinning extra slowly, I tapped cards on my ipad screen, tap, tap, maneuvering the shapes and numbers toward yet another win, and there! I win again! and the cards started dancing around on the screen on the way to becoming another game, and while I watched the new game taking shape that day with my finger poised motionless in the air waiting for the first tap,

I felt something happening in my mind that I couldn’t see but which I knew was there because it felt like something, specifically like a little slit slowly and quietly becoming more until my expectation for the next game on my ipad screen had turned into anticipation of how big that slit might become and what might possibly emerge out of it when I felt my whole mind put a finger to itself and whisper, “Shhh! It’s a secret!”

Which didn’t help, of course, because the whole damn world is a secret, and, well, my whole mind is made of secret places and spaces, forgotten things, dangerous things, waiting to burst out anytime and, never mind, and why should this little secret thing announcing itself in my mind be anything special except that it was something special because it felt like a big deal, that it was THE secret, the one that nobody knows about except by special invitation, and it was on its way,

and which under the normal circumstances of sitting in a dentist’s office, which couldn’t be any more normal a thing than anything else one might experience, like watching a car drive by, but here it was, something special and unknown growing larger and the ipad game long gone into oblivion as anticipation turned into reality and something began to emerge from that unknown place separated from me only by this tiny slit getting larger and then a slight bulge around its edges ginning up the anticipation,

and there the something was, which first revealed itself as a flash of yellow, just that, before entering more fully into my mind as a particular thing that was so normal I might have thought that the whole thing a joke except that it was happening right now in this most peculiar way, and I was suddenly smiling as the mysterious thing became a golden flower, right there in the emptiness of my mind with a secret to impart in the office of Rachel’s dentist, in Olympia, Washington, planet Earth, 93 million miles from the sun, in the Virgo band of the Milky Way, in the Virgo supercluster of what just might be the whole damn thing.

Upon Being Something but Not That

what is this thing, the essential core, the root thing, the original thing, the what! without an answer, what it feels like to touch it and think that it is something, it’s in there somewhere, under my clothes, beneath my flesh, beating inside my heart, deeper than where I can’t take anything more off to find it, ticking, that’s what it’s doing, ticking until I find it, and I really want to find it, before it all happens without me, like when the Zen frog went plop! in the water and I forgot who I was long enough to not notice

A Note From the Far Frontier

I don’t know what I would have done without that first breakthrough. Died an ignorant mass of used up flesh a few decades later, accomplished or unaccomplished in the world, unillumined, dead of the dark stories that passed for reality? Na├»ve in those early years, as are all human beings struggling against the collective psychosis, I thought the world being shown to me in school, books, the TV news and the papers, in movies, in the lives of my parents and friends—“Wow!” I thought that was the real world. 

In the summer of 1970, I made a hitchhiking excursion through Europe with my German girlfriend, starting in West Berlin, where she lived and went to university, and ending there two months later after passing though Switzerland, Austria, Bulgaria, Italy, Greece, Yugoslavia, and Turkey. The most important experience I had in this long, tension-filled trip into the consciousness of western civilization, including escaping brigands attempting to murder us in a ninety miles per hour car chase at night through the mountains of Yugoslavia, came at the end. My girl friend was in her apartment preparing food while I stood on the Kurfurstendam in the light-filled hustle and bustle of the new Berlin, the one on our side of the wall, looking for illicit products with which to extend the evening into the secret folds of personal consciousness.

I was standing with two raw, inchoate men, both over six feet tall with long tangled hair, beards flowing over coats that looked a thousand years old, wind-burnt faces, and a far away look, who in the time we spent together that night probably accepted me because I was nobody and could never understand where they were coming from. They told me of having just returned from Kabul, Afghanistan, walking most of the way, long before it became civilized by war and global attention, where they smoked hashish in back allies with tribesmen who might as well have come from Mars as the hills surrounding the city and waking up in the dusty streets while the life of the city walked around them as if they didn’t exist. There I was with these raw, life-scorched beings on a corner in cold war but civilized West Berlin, in my coat new and bought for this trip. The last night before going home.

The whole thing felt like slow motion. I watched one of these phantoms negotiating with a man who seemed to appear out of nowhere from the crowds that filled the massive sidewalks, which supported cafes, food stands, magazine stands, spies, secret police, Nazis ready to rise again, and other people hidden in the folds of the night depending upon anonymity to keep them safe, then turning slowly as if a hidden hand were directing events and asking the other phantom about psychedelics, which I had not yet experienced. After making inane and meaningless comments to imply I knew something, I finally asked how long after taking acid might one expect to come back. I could tell that this question got his attention because the slow motion stopped. Everything stopped. Suddenly I was somebody come alive in the ancient and self-searching night that supported such an inquiry as this. He looked directly at me for the first time, his large head tilted down, the brim of his hat hovering over his eyes, which were darker than a black hole and which made the sound of his voice feel like God scraping the inside of my bones. I had asked a real question. “You never come back,” he said.

In the spring of the following year, I, the neurotic child of alcoholic military parents and probably suffering from the effects of my mother’s drinking while pregnant with me and her suicide attempt following my brother’s birth eighteen months later, presaging his insanity and suicide before he turned forty, and her yearlong stint in a mental hospital after his birth, and them living only a few miles down the road from my first apartment and job, and I accepting the darkness of my mind as the norm and who I was, received an invitation of a friend to trip with him that weekend. Suddenly I was back in Berlin, a minute before midnight in my life, on Ku-dam with the veterans of the hippie far frontier, remembering the remark that became prescient and made me pause deeply before saying, “Yes.”

And so it was. I am still on that first journey, which started out that Saturday morning  in my apartment and then moved later in the afternoon to the hillside in the forest where an irresistible force stripped the veils off the whole damn story of my existence and everything became suddenly real, all other less fruitful drug trips and later life experiences, including future decades of meditation, prayer, ceremony, chanting, exploring ashrams, trekking in the Himalayas, and risking psychosis for unchaperoned cosmic excursions, searching for what was already there, all of this and everything else bursting out of that single, absolute revelation of my life as a real life, as life itself.

There is no return from the direct perception of reality, from apprehending the truth behind the veil that is strangling the world to death. The “I exist!” of  everything, the banishing of all fear, the fulfillment of all longing at the root of it all, and the end to the barbaric consciousness that the world calls normal and which blood families cling to as the substance of their union. And the absolute bliss! The ground state absolute bliss! The original thing blissful, not dark, not evil, not wrapped in fear—but blissful! And the suddenness of it being all one thing! Then is still now. Forever now. Yes, I am still on that trip. Hit Enter. Turn the page.

The New Timeline is about every human being becoming available to ultimate truth, which will eventually become the goal of all of human  dreaming, living, and dying, the justification for all the pain and struggle, the wars over God and who has the truth and who are the wicked thieves in the night who will take us to hell. The New Timeline will put an end to all that, but we have to want it. That’s our part to make it happen. The outcome is not fixed. The script has not been written. Nothing is decided. It’s all us and what we do with the stories we live out of, no matter the levels of joy and pain they contain.

As the past dissolves, as memories no longer define who we are and what the future should look like, we must take a stand by making  realizations of ultimate things be the single defining desire, which saturates personal lives with the longing that yields only to the direct apprehension of reality. That's my job, to make you want it deep down, to understand what "winner take all" means. The real thing for me, you say, or go down with the ship! This is the measure of the New Timeline. It’s coming. The bending of time will sound like huge winds uprooting secrets, hidden agendas, and the plots that rule the world, exposing the darkest deeds of the darkest souls, as well as yours and mine. Keep a lookout! The perspective of the ultimate reality is the one safe refuge as the uprooted illusions of the old timeline catch fire and burn.