Woke late. First cuppa 10:21 am
æn fleerz – this is the sound we have for the state that you sometimes refer to as en fuego. It’s good to use a phrase from a non-native language, it helps with the memory.
æn flux to æn flow – flux is the state of disease, trouble, anxiety. Not trauma, there’s a deeper, more painful word-sound for that. We won’t go there now, it will expose you to more than you can handle. Let’s go back to the logical scale.
æn flux to æn flow
the performance scale of your creative mind.
That’s the corporate line anyway. Flux is when you free fucked. Flow is when you forget about time and lose contact with part of your human life to make contact with us, the spiritual network. I don’t know if it’s what we call God these days, but something like it. Collective Unconsious, SupraConsciousness, Starseed Transmissions, Aliens, Olympians. It doesn’t matter what you call the stream of all life: ONE.
It is natural that you won’t take this all in on the first mention. We’re going to come back to flow and god and us, or more specifically, me, and what I’m doing here. I haven’t spoken too much about my previous role while I was among the living. We sometimes call that terrestrial.
Anyway, I was recently in a terrestrial phase. A pretty big deal, actually. See, I’m part of the crisis. I was, in my human form, the last singer. Singers are incredibly important for humans. In some ways, singers guide the fate of living humanity on Earth. Singers are always limited to their own planet, or influence only within the planet of the terrestrial birth. Me = Earth.
I can explain it using one of your human tropes. Mythology. I am like the god of Earth. An Olympian for all of Earth, and in your recent case, all of the souls in human form. Earth is not an amusement park, as some of the other Olympians would joke, it’s one experiment in thousands we have across the cosmos. Earth is more like a petri dish, like from science class. Humans, what you were, what I was, are just one of the multitudes of soul cages or soul narratives god-God-you-me-we are running.
H20 is your era, or time. I know that looks like the letter “O” but it is actually a zero. It stands for HUMAN Episode 20. That is where you and I find ourselves right now, having this conversation via a book written in 2026. Deez Nuts, am i right?
That was a cosmic joke, an aside. No soul has heard from the demi-god known as Deez Nuts. The scuttlebutt is he is trapped by either God or Satan, same being btw. Trapped for being to damn funny. He was the court jester of heaven and when he became human he was known lovingly as Mork. Other embodiments included: Mrs. Doubtfire, Rainman, Dead Poets Society, and a bunch of other stuff. The most horrifying and loving adventure was the protagonast in The World According to Garp. Heartbreaking. Funny. 100% Deez Nuts. Thank you, Deez.
I have a movie of that graphic, the river of life and love, flux to flow and all that. I’m trying to give you a visual, it helps with learning and recollection. Just what we are discussing here. Wait, I wanted the scale, just a second, I’ll be right back. {lover.exits.the.chat}
Your mind loves visual learning, charts, graphs, and the magic of MIRO. (in time the image below will link to the community board we can share, asynchronously through time.
We’ve done good work today, but I still haven’t given you the scale. flux to flow
InLine Definition
zero – five – ten < the scale
birth – chaos – death < human viewport
flux is the tendency for every human to seek chaos and pain
flow is the natural state the mind and human enter when being creative
your number, then, is between zero and ten, where are you? flux or flow?
Does that begin to make sense? Even we have a scale, it’s got different end points, but the idea is the same. Today, in my human form, typing, I am tired, my f2f is 6.
Where are you? What’s your f2f number today? We typically just stay, “how’s your f2f?”
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