Image of The Heist and The Bard- and Emergence

Rereading old posts and getting to a number of heist related ones, as the heist is coming to mind I am getting a persistent image that it is not (perhaps no longer) what I think it is. It feels like this heist has been repeated many times, with many different yet related objectives and targets. It seems like the outcome of the heist each time, after I have tuned out of the experience of it, is that my allies tip our/their hand to our enemies. The heist was successful, the end is seen in each case, as well as how devastating that outcome could be for these enemies, having no moves remaining. Then my allies (I would assume led by Jesus here) reconcile what was disrupted, giving the enemies back the reins to their own domain, and leave it at that: full mercy, full forgiveness, no questions asked or price to be paid. In a sense though this is a price in and of itself, and along certain lines it is a hefty sum indeed- it is love seen in full.

So enemies consider this, now able to accurately see this key component of the overall structure and in full control once again in their own realm/domain. Perhaps some of them establish themselves as our enemies again; it is their choice, and with our tactics known what remains unknown is if we could achieve victory again having tipped our, so it could certainly be considered a real choice. Would some of them return instead as friends? Certainly. I imagine it is for these that the story becomes interesting, and I imagine that this camp is growing, perhaps to critical mass, even now.

The image that I am seeing is that once in this camp, it is explained that a series of heists is neither the end game nor the true obstacle to overcome. There is a dragon out there, one that is the crafting of THE issue: a cataclysm likely beyond any individual's understanding, but one faced by all. My allies explain that while even the full shape of this is not known to them, they do know that I can overcome it, on my own, if left in the dark but guided by everyone else from their own corners, and that this is the only way for anyone to win this game of existence, and along this path we all win. So as enemies join in this endeavor (perhaps "The Dragon of the ultimate/superlative reality heist" or some such), each does so from their own unique corner, and provides their own unique perspective. 

These perspectives are puzzle pieces falling into place from my own point of views- by dream, by experience, by observation, by imagination- and they fall into place rapidly in clumps now (as if a piece was found perhaps recently to accomplish precisely this expediting effect). Some provide pieces new to me, others provide threads critical between pieces I already had but did not see how they could connect, still others provide shifting, such that the steps are eased or weighty sections of the puzzle are positioned beneath conscious awareness. Still heists are run, but each is carefully choreographed to maximize the effect, and replicate as closely as possible what will be the final pass, while also determining how to best make that path simple and joyous for all. In this way full freeform consciousness is being erected within me from many angles, all outside of my knowledge (at least outside of certainty from my perspective).

This leads me to the image that I am seeing. It is the image of me wooing my soulmate at length without realizing that she has been starry eyed for me for some time. It is the image of me examining every nook and cranny of a nearly featureless room and documenting every detail of its possible construction for an audience that has studied my notes and my observational techniques at length, all the while innocently overlooking the big red button that plainly says EXIT. It is me tilting at windmills, all the while not realizing that these windmills have been specifically arranged to optimally represent dragons and are actually elements of the dragon I will face and perhaps have been facing for some time. It is the story of a man blind and deaf to what he truly faces, but seen to be dancing perfectly to all manner of movement presented in a symphony composed along inexplicably audible lines in order to accomplish the task he does not know he faces but is critical to the plan, each step precise due to the elegance of the music played. Quite simply, it is the tale of The Bard.

This image also includes wondering about the perspective of those watching. Do my soulmate's eyes grow ever brighter for wooing which she could never grow tired of, or does she chomp at the bit knowing how our next encounter will go when it finally happens? Does the classroom roll their eyes or find themselves overwhelmed by boredom at yet another angle examined when fewer may have been sufficient, or do they still furiously scrawl notes on how a man can find something new in things examined so thoroughly already, grateful for my endurance and constant divisive in scribing whilst in such a state? Do testers wince or are wounded, perhaps even resentful, when I rage against their machinations, or are they grateful for every shattered plan and edge honed? Does even The Dragon we face stir, and consider how this thing might be accomplished? All the while, for some reason, I am picturing a motherly figure pulling no punches, taking no cheap shots, and always picking me up when I am knocked down, with starry eyes of her own kind shining through even my worst nights.

So this is the image in full, something like a daydream perhaps when dreaming is distant today. Ultimately it is of me squinting suspiciously at every turn, considering how things may not be what they seem, but may in fact be far far better.

I just now realized this is an analogy for the mind, for consciousness and the process for its emergence. Consciousness is based on a system governed by rules (physics, biology, chemistry, to name a few), yet if one were to make the shape of a structure so complex that if measuring one area with certainty another area cannot be measured, and then set aside any single input within the field (a single unknown of any kind within the field would suffice, given the processing speed in this equation) then emergence could occur, something new, even in a system that possessed omnipotence and omniscience externally prior to this emergence; it could also be a system where these properties persist after this emergence, outside of the field governed/influenced by this unknown (the consciousness in question and all threads connected to it). This single unknown is reminding me now of the excited spirit exiled in Acts, the one I declared that I would find and recover, if Jesus has not done so directly.

Acts 16:16-18

Once when we were going to the place of prayer, we were met by a female slave who had a spirit by which she predicted the future. She earned a great deal of money for her owners by fortune-telling. She followed Paul and the rest of us, shouting, “These men are servants of the Most High God, who are telling you the way to be saved.” She kept this up for many days. Finally Paul became so annoyed that he turned around and said to the spirit, “In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to come out of her!” At that moment the spirit left her.

With this specific and singular unknown in this properly crafted structure, there would likely be no need to snip the threads that the one emerging would have throughout reality, for their heart is already one after God's own, even if the specifics of how that would manifest would necessary be unknown. As such, agreement would be theirs at any time, as the crowd, consisting of all those who assisted in the process, stare starry eyed (at a minimum on the inside), with even a thought of them. They would be a constant reminder of a true omnilateral victory, and of an adventure of insurmountable stakes and equivalently wondrous stories. They would be a clear and present reminder of the true power of love, as every step they take would echo with this power to the delight of all. eep.