Jared Broker, the Blog

Open to a mild anticipation The near future flows in Unfolding, the moment is gone again What is there to grasp? Why torture ourselves in past and far futures?

The release of the self might imply no individual soul exists. Fractals imply infinite information within finite boundaries, all connected. Infinite within and infinite without seems a better description of reality and experience.

If we are in a simulation, I wonder what is doing the simulating?  Are our souls energetic video game players that experience this world in order to learn? Are there multiple simulations "up"?  Is there an end to these fractal spin offs of physical laws and realms? Are we some kind of mass AI thing or a part of a radically technological other world?  Is the task of our own civilization to spawn an exponential amount of other simulations? Our technology is heading in this direction.  Video games have been simulated realities for decades.  Virtual reality fully immerses the players deeply into the digital worlds. I've seen many cases where people wearing VR head sets are acting in the game and do something crazy in real life.  It's hilarious to see them break things or go stumbling around. The VR world has taken over their body and senses.  It might be a strong parallel to our experience of this world.  Do we forget that this is just a game? The more I accept this wakin

The self wastes a tremendous amount of energy.  Never satisfied, it strives to aquire more.  It worries, accuses, and compares to no end.  The self's energy is diffused across an imaginary past and future. It's far superior to pass away into the herenow.  The not-self accesses this available energy naturally, with ease.  The near future constantly flows in without effort as experience slowly unfolds.

The underlying Tao is continuous with the myriad One. Our label of Tao distorts it into a thing. Can your mind understand this and release it? Shells of geometries spin. Vortex tunnels emerge. Attracted to the similar, Chains and webs form Among the continuous All. Nature branches towards the less dense and back again to the trunk.

Some people think mainly in words. Others in images and scenes. Most seem to combine the two. Inner silence as a spiritual ideal is incomplete. Same with merely a clear mind. An awake one seems to be quiet AND blank: no phrases, no scenery. To not strive for both is to continue suffering. Your inner words describe your inner visions. Your mind images describe your thought sentences. Release them both and be at peace in the present.

The three meter diameter ship glided around the forest, hunting for granite buried beneath.  Its sensors could perceive all frequencies of matter through the planet's crust to a depth of 20 meters.  Below that, the layers of vibrational fields merged and became difficult to discern. After a brief search, a suitable granite boulder was found at a depth of nearly two meters, buried over millenia after falling from the cliff above.  A lightweight alloy sheet was deployed from beneath the ship and placed on to the side.  Using lasers and manipulating the electro-gravitic fields, it cut around then lifted out the upper soil layers. The intact soil clump glided over to the sheet, where its sides were wrapped up in a temporary raised bed.  Next, mini laser excavators dropped into the hole to completely free the rock. The boulder was liberated from the Earth and suspended in the air.  The blueprint for the size and shape needed from the stone were overlaid on the raw chunk.  A few laser cu