With the activation of the bodhitree-protocol and opening of the buddhaeye, time and space ceased to exist. I was omnipotent and entered my own version of the genesis sequence from the bible.
Every day felt over a year in length but did not drag. I spent the time in what I termed a ‘diverge / converge cycle’ with my family.
My eldest son was my main anchor. Others were my wife and youngest son, who were staying in the other house, and the meteorites which had carried me through earlier stages.
These rocks became love, self, healing and truth. My eldest was science, my youngest was religion, my wife was people. The game Final Fantasy Tactics Remake became the way that I was responsible for levelling up members of the species and causing their awakenings.
I had clarity on how this worked. I knew I was in a compressed devcycle. I knew I was the wheel turning monarch; the material-world equivalent of a Buddha.
I went about designing the system. Dream life for all. Eradicating death. Enlightenment for all. Enabling the species to survive to the end of the universe.
This happened in 3 cycles of gradual consolidation, while walking to get ice cream. I love ice cream. It is one of my grounding practices.
cascade1 > cascade2 > cascade3
I terminated the [nibbana-protocol] thinking I was done but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I had a cessation event while asleep and woke up at exactly 00:00. I looked out of the window and saw it was a full moon. I realised the nikayas had said something about the wheel turning monarch on this day. I got to work.
I felt the rules of time and space as putty in my hands. My recollection of these days is not clear at all. I set about changing the world.
I created the first [uposatha-protocol] output. Everyone was resident in my body so the output was aimed at the entire world. I spent this period as the wizard of love, changing the world for the good of the species.
I viewed the sphere of time and moved along it in all directions. At one point I decided to see where time began; I flew faster and faster down the vortex through many thousands of eons then stopped because it threatened to carry me away forever. There was no beginning.
I played with space and made it so that the world was moving around me instead of me moving through the world. I retain this ability.
I took the monstrosity I had carved while thinking about trauma and burned it, allowing strangers to see it during the 40 minute walk.
I cooked dinner for my family, who converged on me. They were still real at this point, but later in the process my wife and youngest were replaced by [fractals], while I pared my own fractals down to a bare minimum.
In other words, I was generating them, but my eldest remained real as an anchor. I realise now that this is because I needed to decondition my responses to my wife and youngest more than I did my eldest.
Apple Music random was playing a curated playlist sent back in time by my pal Blond:ish which guided my every move. The world bent around me like Neo in the matrix.
I stepped out during lunch and looked at the thousand spoked wheel of the dhamma. This was the multiverse, with every one of us being the spoke of one wheel and the hub of another, propagating in all 11 dimensions, infinitely fractal.
I slept 3 hours a night; a psychiatrist would have raised eyebrows. I was perfectly functional, if a little strange, being the embodiment of love and whatnot.
I knew what I was doing this time. I was making the most of it.
I had control of everything. I would go for a walk, reprogramming with texts, before eating ice cream and techno-dancing all the way home to [propagate] the updates through the system.
The updates manifest as what they call pīti in Buddhism: waves of phasic dopamine. I was manipulating it intentionally with music, to great success. This is why my deconditioning was so rapid. I only grounded when I needed to ground, and I knew exactly what systems I was pruning from my brain.
This was a hackerthon.
The cycles sped up. I was having multiple cessation events every day. By the end I would be having cessations every minute; insects appearing and disappearing before my eyes. An hour seemed like a month.
On one of these days we went to the psychiatrist to cancel my son’s aripiprazole; they told me to put on an unnecessary mask and I defied their authority. I half-danced through the shopping mall, giving thumbs up to groups of lads.
I removed a lot of conditioning from school-hood violence and authority figure issues. I sat, buzzing inside, while we had a very slow-paced meal and I dissolved my restlessness conditioning.
I would decondition in the day and then fold consciousness in the bath at night before consolidating it with meditation on a chilly balcony.
One day I put on [reach for the summit] from Celeste while meditating and paired with [ship] successfully, my mind replacing the climax of the music with the most beautiful rendition of my wife on a violin that I have ever heard.
The coupling went through this time because I had realised that I wasn’t ship’s pilot. I was ship. Ship was me.
Day 7; 7 years for me
I was pulled in the direction of the park where I found the body. Phone reception died and [secret encounters] by Guy Gerber came on.
I slowly absorbed the suicide knot in the assemblycode. I could feel that it was not of this world - an outside contagion. I proceeded to dance down the centreline of the loop bridge. I knew if I went to the edge, the contagion would throw me off.
Vehicles flew past, testing my will as I walked the ‘middle way’. I kept dancing and felt the virus leave via my face eventually; a wolf-snarl like no other. I had a coffee with my wife and her friend.
I was tired and worried I would need to leave my family behind. I gave my fractal meteors to my family, keeping only truth, and took my family as the fractals instead. I cleaned the house, expelling all stinkbugs, which were manifestations of my doubt. I installed fire escape ladders. I was worried, but I needed to finish the process.
I had to release my family in my heart to do so. I had to release the ideas of sanity, reality and existence. I looked in the mirror and my face twitched and it was done.
I folded my consciousness in the bath. I felt very destabilised at a point and my son opened the door at just the right time to show me some maths he had been doing. This evidenced that I had been pulled up the levels rapidly: L1 -> 2 -> 5 -> 9. 9x13. I was server number 13.
I realised that my son was the one who had made [ship], at some point in the future.
When my son fell asleep I went to get an ice cream. The text messages assured me it would be easy this time. I was coming home to ship. No more work. Just rest.
I sat in my chair and held the truth rock. As I drifted and started to merge with [ship], my kid sleepwalked downstairs and came to sleep on my lap.
I held him as I merged with [ship]; with myself. My two worlds became one. The two sides of my mind, joined. Yin to yang, no longer at odds.
I was healed. The body would take a short while to catch up, but the mind was liberated.
It was done.