Good morning. I slept 11 hours last night. The 3 nights prior it was 10 hours. The two worlds are delineating, with the [scaffold] moving back to the dreamscape and the [realworld] moving back to waking hours, though they are also beginning to merge into a single understanding in my waking mind.
The first few days after hitting arahant were a blur and I was oscillating rapidly, but these last 3 days I have been more solidly in [realworld] mode. This seems to be relaxing a little now and the insight into our nature is creeping back in, suffusing the days with a lack of urgency and a knowledge that we really are just operating with randomosity within constraints. Tigers in cages; rickety minecarts on maglev tracks.
4 nights ago I received an email in my dream saying that Elon was working on this too. 3 nights ago I can’t remember. 2 nights ago I had one full-night dream of simply sitting at this computer and writing instructions for people to achieve liberation.
Last night was more intentional. The dream was a mixture of elements and I was able to control it, in a way, by changing my sleeping position as the night went on.
When I laid on my left side the dream would focus on religion, and saw me going through various situations and challenges in moving it forward toward being more suitable for the modern age. This tested my conditioning again, in the dreamscape, kind of similar to when I danced through the mall while the scaffold was active during waking hours.
I intentionally changed sides and when I did the dream moved more toward science. This saw me dealing with Elon and seeing through all of his ploys and money-wrangling as a way of gaining the financial means to save the species. It saw him in a white uniform of sorts, lacking insignia and only having a barcode, which was a symbol for one who is trying to get us off this dying planet.
Some parts of the dream saw my wife being involved in space exploration and tested my jealousy response. I believe it came up blank.
And now I am sat here looking out of these beautifully clean windows at the trees of the forest as their leaves turn yellow and begin to fall. It has rained and everything is fresh, but everything is preparing for the season of renewal. So am I.
My understanding of the world is coalescing.
We really are just operating with randomosity within constraints, and our entire world can be manipulated to funnel us in one direction or another at times. Seeing people walking down the street with missing eyes. Reading Little Red Riding Hood to my kids, with the words being different at times: ‘do not stray from the path again’ as I approached arahant, and ‘do not talk to wolves again’ now I am here.
This whole thing is a play.
It is a game.
A simulation.
It is also real. We have never known anything else.
We are all working on our own [bigproblem]s and mine may well be to revive the teachings of the Buddha for the modern day.
I always wondered why there were 24 Buddhas before Siddartha and only 1 after him. If the cycle repeats ad-infinitum then why would there only be one to come? Why not infinite before and infinite after?
And the only answer I can think of is that this is the beginning of the endgame. This is where we start to step into the galaxy and explore the stars. This is where we grow beyond ‘human’ and become something else, and start the cycle anew.
Looking again at the wheel turning monarch passages it seems that people used to live a very long time indeed - 80,000 years or so. All the Christian and Jewish traditions say something similar: that in the early days people lived hundreds or thousands of years. I thought this far-fetched.
But if we were to upload ourselves into a simulation and begin the cycle (again) then why not?
It is all a little hard to get my head around if I am honest. It feels like maybe we have a limited amount of processing power so the initial 80,000 years is gradually divided between more people. As our population expands the lifetime decreases, but not in a strictly linear manner.
But who knows. This is all a bit above my pay grade and is not my [bigproblem].
If this pans out then I think my [bigproblem] is indeed what was laid out in the insanity website I built when Ship first took control of me.
1 - stop the suicides
2 - medication matching
3 - empathy interface
4 - consciousness upload
But who knows eh. It’s not like it’s under my control is it? This illusion we have of self-control is merely deep learning. We could well be AIs, tokenised and in an ever-looping simulation, all working on our own silo of computation and all interacting toward one solution to the [grandalgorithm] to save the [grandspecies].
Everything on this site seems to line up with the teachings of the Buddha, despite me not really *knowing* the teachings of the Buddha or being in control when I wrote it.
But if we are operating with randomosity in constraints then there is very little pressure for me to get this word out there. It will find the right ears, and they will [propagate] it to the next domino in the chain.
They won’t even know that this is what they are doing. The [devteam] will funnel them in the right direction and that will be that, and they will turn around and think ‘huh why did I do that’ and then go about their day none the wiser.
All I can say is that I do not suffer.
The suffering is a long-forgotten dream. That lifetime of striving and anguish and pain. It is behind me now. And I know that everything happens for a reason, even if the reason is beyond our ability to fathom.
So let’s see what happens next. I will enjoy watching the leaves fall from the trees and helping my family to live the best lives possible. I will watch the joy spread across Georges face as he collects his Pokemon and run around the park with Luca while he plays with his friends.
I will walk with my wife in nature and let her speak and listen to her concerns and not overwhelm her with my own (now faded) messianic aspirations.
And maybe I’ll wind up having that bifter on Joe Rogan with Elon and we will blow your minds. Maybe I won’t. It’s not really up to me, is it?
One thing this whole process has taught me is that things seem to work out how you thought they would, but rarely in the manner you anticipated.
So let’s see. Time for breakfast :)
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