Thaumaturge December 21, 2012

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CHAPTER ONE

The context of perfect perception eventually evolves toward ultimate truth, but does the struggle for
sweetness balance the hazards of suffering?
Fidelity's weathered face showed his love of nature and the outdoors. He came from a rich
heritage of hard work, and was well prepared for new thrusts into life's decaying joke.
Fidelity set out to find his promise. His hopes grew from years of disciplined study and
wild survival. He knew the way would be long and costly.
A meeting took place on the sunny shore of an empty white sand beach. Fidelity met with a
strange old confidant. It was early summer and a warm golden aura surrounded them.
Fidelity suspected this was an important moment, and listened carefully while his friend
gave instructions.
"This is the most expensive journey of your life. You will witness atrocities of
ridiculousness, but must dismiss all as vanity. You will experience extreme elite myths, but remain
apathetic. You will see incredible beauty, feel intense passion, and wonder if Cosmic Benevolence
exists, but you must value the significance of any manifestation only according to its legitimate,
substantial contribution of righteousness."
Fidelity stayed alert and fully attentive to the benediction.
"Wisdom is a one-way road. You cannot become ignorant after enlightened attainment to
the Absolute."
Fidelity risked a question, "How do I deal with the vicious conscience iniquity of
interference?"
"Reducing behavior to some conditioned semi-competent colorless subsistence destroys
creative intelligence, limits positive possibilities, inhibits innovative imagination, suppresses talent,
and prevents actualization of full productive capability."
Fidelity's advisor continued: "You must crush misconception and disbelief under the
weight of certainty. Become one with Earth's most dynamic energies, then you will be carried by
its force not the social physics of civilization's foolishness. The greatest power and balance
come from pure undeniable reality, not deliberate calculated fraud."
Fidelity was amazed at the simplicity of the answers. He reflectively contemplated the sun's
shining scintillation in a flashing, effulgent, bright blue wave.
"Beware, you need to develop your intuitive instinct and critical thinking skills to avoid
flaws in the competent conduct of life. You'd better be ready to cope with the negative limitations
within yourself, because you are going to be put to the test. We are all one, but always alone."
"How will I know the safe way?"
"There is the now. The flux of events is the present. Unless you can enforce a positive
pattern upon this flux, it is wiser not to try."
"Will some superior force guide me along the narrow path?"
"The periodicity of chaos-and-order suffuse the movement of planets, galaxies, your
subatomic DNA code, and the seamless web of time/space. You must prove that providence
governs this scheme of things. Determine miracle from accident. Tangible realism is your
responsibility."
Fidelity knew he could not turn back after starting his mecca. He was concerned about the
danger of performing his holy quest in a strange land without help.
His friend sensed Fidelity's fear, and laughed.
"Success is not magic. The circle of four horizons calls you. north, south, east or west, the
opposite of down is up. Expand, expend, explore, exploit, and exchange, but don't despair. Zero
impact is optimal. Deal only with the part of the world that brushes against you. Be like water
flowing around a rock in a stream. Don't waste yourself fighting it. Go on to the sea."
"Is there anyone I can trust?" Fidelity asked, "Anyone who cares to share this internal
immigration?"
His friend looked into the sky before answering, as if someone was listening far away.
"You will do what you will, but someone does await. Your hero Antaeus and the ascetic
Wu-Hsin transcend the Implicate Order. Do not expect any championship diadem. It is the chase,
not the catch."
Fidelity was eager to travel on, and felt a pull pushing him like a surfer ahead of a breaking
wave. All his focus was concentrated on staying tuned to the native soul of his Promise.
He wasn't worried about anything. he had an insured feeling of security that everything
was all right at this moment. Fidelity wanted the radiance of his perfect timing and positioning to
continue forever, but he feared irrational freewill polluted his spirit. What did his friend say about
mediocrity? Anyway, he was going far from corrupt confusion.
Fidelity was free, and he acknowledged whatever fate his destiny provided; but he panged
for fulfillment. He accepted the honor of reproducing raw nature's reality into meaningful proof of
the Benign Universe's righteous truth, because it was the only merit he saw worth striving after
wind.
Fidelity was excited about the next progression of exotic events.

CHAPTER TWO

Fidelity went to a lonely estate in the country to pray in preparation for his mission. His search for
the values of an ideal life led his to a fundamental point of departure; his actions must be part of the
Great Design.
He wanted nothing to limit freedom. Emptiness loses all value when its potential is filled
with the actual. He was repelled by the banality of ostentatious sybaritic frivolity. Love is the
bridge between selfishness and understanding.
Fidelity felt a strange attraction to the familiar patterns of geometric sequences he had seen
everywhere in the turbulence of chaos.. and in the Eternal Now. All is beyond, and all is within, as
the swirling universe enfolds itself; implicating and explicating. But he had to prove that its beauty
wasn't an accident.
"There must be a non-subjective demonstration to exhibit efficient effect, essence, and
existence of Grace throughout Infinity. This is my Promise." He thought.
"Everything flows and is in impermanent change. I must go with the free flow of the flux,
and be in union with the holistic integrated, interconnected Cosmos."
Fidelity considered what his friend had said about the interdependent continuum of
everything. Thoughts and memories are the same cosmic stuff as any conceivable or inconceivable
bit of Universe. Separateness is an illusion. The Whole is originally folded, and what is seen is the
explication, or unfolding of this Whole. All is present in every part. The Simple cannot be
understood by complicated reduction.
Matter is condensed energy. Energy, matter and mind are interrelated. We ourselves are
part of what we observe. This is the perennial philosophy that sees humankind as the eye of the
living organic Universe. All is One Oceanic Fluid, and human consciousness is a subjective
sensory organ that reveals It to itself.
Snow melting on a mountain, the path of a river, or the rush of the wind are signs of a way
through the fluid's self. This Way is a trail of the invisible force of Life and Love. The conscious
revelation of this force to itself is euphoria for the Universe.
Cosmos is healthiest when ecstatic. Conflict, anger and hate kill. Synchronistic synergy
reveals a course through time. By following a narrow path, Fidelity identified with the natural
harmony, and transcended the vicissitudes of human existence.
He chose to stay tuned to the center of the Source. Through it, he hoped to contribute a
valid accomplishment of righteous undeniable reality to a confused and unbelieving world. If the
natural is credible, then the supernatural is incredible. Some knew, but didn't yet believe. Fidelity
must somehow exhibit the supernatural truth to certainly crush misconception and disbelief.
A possible plan developed in his mind. He kept the neuro-somatic circuits of his brain open
to receive guidance. The unforeseen omniscient inculcating sagacious catharsis oraculcation purged
clogged neural snarls until All became one vast humor.
His uncommon empathic life-style rewarded Fidelity with great exaltations, but also great
suffering. Extreme experiences swept him with the changing tides, but he would never arrange it
differently. He cast nemesis into the auriferous fire of stochastic antimony.
Fidelity's bold humility appeared too flamboyant for public recognition. The status quo did
not sanction his meta-mystical evasion as an accepted method to achieve constructive purposes. He
was not part of any commercial crusade that reduced individuality to the lowest common
denominator.
Fidelity's distinctive conduct stemmed from living upon a point-of-optimality; a comfort
zone of inspirational reception that bared his rock foundation. Leaving that point resulted in
diminishing fractured utility. So he maintained an equilibrium balance with the rhythms of the
transformative dance, and avoided struggles as he piloted out across the frontier and navigated a
new life.

CHAPTER THREE

The sun had yet to burn the horizon as Fidelity gazed upon an awakening world from his halcyon
retreat. Diaphanous folds of fog filled the elysian fields below. The ocean swelled black in the
distance, and an old lighthouse washed the sleeping countryside with a quickly diminishing radar
of white light.
The few birds starting their day only added to the pressing quiet, while a dangling wind
chime began its patient response to the early morning offshore breezes.
Then, in a green flash, the first light of false dawn overpowered the darkness, and night
ended. Just as righteousness always wins over evil, the full moon went down and Sol cracked
open a new day. The supernal calm was broken.
Fidelity embarked on an epic, if somewhat random voyage of discovery and exploration.
His indomitable emendation abashed arcane enmity, and the roofless sky above his dyspeptic
implacability obtruded incommensurable obtuse obfuscation.
His rogue quest kept his free from the mindless mass of media manipulated madness;
victims of mental myopia, pinned in the light of cerebral torment. Gross gluttons gratifying gut and
gland. Decent polycarbonate citizens with no original thought, just good cogs in the mortgage
machinery of the state. Gossiping, sleepwalking fascist followers never going against the beat,
refusing to see past outer forms. Blank, catatonic, crazed, staring faces. Plastic deaf dumb and
blind robots coded to operate by some hypnogogic instructions. Cloned imitations of sympathetic
idiots approved by Top Management's Byzantine left-brain feudal mentality.
Fidelity avoided mankind's extended electronic nervous system of monochrome non-space
void illusion; where the only stars are dense concentrations of information, and high above it all
burn corporate galaxies and the cold spiral arms of military systems.
Modern society depends upon skilled, innovative quantum intelligence. These are exactly
the people who are not going to become vassals to any economic or political organization. Fidelity
was born to think for himself. He would not be discouraged by the totalitarian superstitions of an
elaborate syndicalism, as humorless as its constituency. He had an ecstatic new future, disengaged
and disaffiliated from the hive-mind of government and society.
Urbanity is an unnatural habitude. Fidelity had to stay enveloped in the conceptual source
where the natural elements coalesce into a noble form. Where he could see Infinity in a grain of
sand, and experience the divine sound of surf meeting the shore. He had to stay wet in the nutrient
bath immersion of the primordial morass.
What the moon does to the tide from 250,000 miles away is an indication of its power. It
shifts 100 billion cubic tons of ocean six feet. The human body is 90% water. This is no magical
mystery or idealistic absurdity. Fidelity slotted into the pulsing rhythms of weather.
Here, he found the edge; the essential fraction of sheer human talent. A warm crib full of
toys took his superhuman edge away. He needed risk and adrenaline to sharpen his instincts. The
presence of danger enhanced the flavor of fortune, and he was a maverick who liked earning the
rewards of irascible concupiscence.
The challenging adventure of Fidelity's Promise was wanderlust, not conformity. It was
the most useful work he could do to galvanize his creative energy into a concentrated concern. He
was a restless romantic, driven to fulfill the extremes of his capabilities. He was an avatar's
apprentice progressing on a pilgrimage odyssey toward the vital, vehement, enduring Holy
Eminence.
The ardent experience of gain after toil, triumph after adversity, and achievement to a goal
long sought is a greater beneficence than prebendary indulgence. Can the magnificent grandeur of
one person's accomplished achievements be an impressive tribute to human persistence and
ingenuity?
In the whispering quiet of night, Fidelity had heard centuries of phenomenal peoples'
lifework shattered and reduced to dust, escaping even the fragmented luck of a gratuitous footnote
in history. Millions have died mute because their psychic wave forms were suppressed and
restricted by bureaucratic knowledge monopolies.
Insisting on dealing with the swamp of official vulgarity was like volunteering to swim
through a sewer. Compared to that, the profound rejection in the vanity of striving after wind was
a dignity; a shapeless and flowing virtue. However, Fidelity would rather die while living, than
have his consensual construct live while dead.
The admiration of courage to allow good things to run wild is an ineffable experience that
by its very nature is an unquantifiable quality. Fidelity had the visionary gift of pure cognition's
introspeculation comprehension. A shining charm to heal the challenge of change. His symbiotic
sensorium resonated with crystalline serendipity.
But to be effective in life's mission, he must be an invisible, silent, unknown entity. Like
jumping into water without getting wet, he must avoid arousing attention and not get poisoned by
the unbridled and rampant confusion of the septic secular labyrinth. He had the patience of a Zen
spider, the balletic grace of a waterbug crossing the face of some stagnant pool, and the favor of a
snail delicately crawling along a razor's edge.
True genius hides underground like hunted prey.. not paranoid or persecuted, but
observing without being observed. Feral outriders in a hinterland rim of the shaman's shadow
society where pirates, poets, prophets and priests live beneath the last outpost border portals of the
unlimited beyond. Fidelity was not a prisoner in protective custody, but an honored, valued,
important guest in the subterranean matrix of an economy where nobody owned a number or a
name.
He had broken through disillusionment's threshold wall into a fusion-meld eucharistic
liturgy of time/space/mind/matter/energy/life/love/god/reality. Any barriers of gnawing remorse,
knots of rage, or burning coals of anger dissolve like a neutron bomb in a street fight. No more
dramatic confrontations, fierce reproaches, or countering accusations. His brain was deep-fried in
peaking membrane attenuation hype of high performance enhancement melange. His fight or flight
reflexes too fast for the body to handle.
Fidelity held the amazing freedom edge forever. He didn't need to see. The past lost
behind, and the future just ahead. He saw worrying impressions of solid fluidity and faint fading
trails of strobed afterimages in translucent vibrating patterns of laser light. He couldn't break like a
length of wire twisted back and forth, because he had no more fuses to blow in his head. He was
direct-coupled to the kaleidoscope of Cosmos, like a microchip plugged into the circuit of
cyberspace.
Fidelity was alone, but one with All. He knew destiny did not bring his this far just to deal
him failure.
Yes the Universe is alive and friendly. Ecstatic quintessential love ran through him from the
soul of heaven. Fidelity was beyond ego, into the oceanic experience of undivided awareness.
His encounters in the transcendentory rainbow darkness of transformation mutated an
evolutionary imprint upon Fidelity's nervous system. Still, a subconscious signal told him when it
was time to shake the star dust off his heels and come back home. There might be a serpent in
paradise. Where there's a yin, there's a yang.
He was still moving like a snake on ice, and felt a strange deranged vertigo. He twitched
like a dreaming dog and wondered if he could handle the overload, but his destitute strength
precluded that contingency. Every cell in his body screamed for genetic survival.
He was an arching signal of brilliance. Flying colors stimulated his sensorium; an
unthinkably complex consensual hallucination. But he remained imperturbable. Fidelity knew the
code of the road. He had experienced a specific anomalous phenomenon; a stepping stone toward
salvation.
It was not a coincidence, but an exacting circumstance that his timing was perfect. The
point of departure gave him room to move, and the competent confidence to make a new start. He
chose exile rather than submission. Fidelity only asked questions when he already knew the
answers. His impulses intercepted astonishing footprints of mapped moments, as the Earth rolled
through space and twisted its shoulder back toward the sun.
Fidelity walked on and followed the music coming from years away, which before had
eluded him in its simplicity. The revelation's liberation dismantled his presuppositions, and quieted
his illusions. he laughed at previous feeble attempts to enshrine the timeless cycles of Creation.
With as much aplomb as he could muster, Fidelity donned the semblance of an indolent
wastrel and marched off to anonymously dishevel the predatory pompous pride of parasitic
corpulent frumps. He had an indecorous jeering attitude toward somber rectitude, and could
develop no epistemological rapprochement with such rigid psychometric ontology.

CHAPTER FOUR

The remarkable succession of extraordinary occurrences became a normal part of Fidelity's lifestyle;
like an operating system that guided his direction. His experiential contemplative transformative
journey became a steamily fermentative exciting experiment, and his unique abilities expected the
miraculous dictates.
Fidelity was obsessed by a fascinating innate romantic compulsion to adjust the strains and
imbalances in the eccentric equilibrium. He had a personal deportment and ingenuous interest to
wrestle the desideratum of quixotic lackluster intrigue.
His mental tunnel prison could spot trends in the absurd interpretative abstraction of facts,
and help lift the mechanical stupidity of unconscious anarchistic existentialism living beneath its
potential. The abuse of human freewill is mankind's greatest crime. Maybe a measure of
intelligence is the ability to solve problems.
The clarity of psychological excellence abolishes the struggle for survival, just as entropy
wears out archaic social-civilized mistakes. Major leaps in accelerated information explosion force
evolutionary quantum jumps in interpretative honesty and ethical integrity. Flawless truth, without
any doubt, is the archetypal replacement for the assumptive fallibility of sentient sentiment.
Fidelity was not a meat puppet in a game of paramount power. He was not a pawn in some
authority's heretical inquisition. His navigation beacon through the territory of life's succession of
sequences was the entrancing intensity of his premonitive intuition. He could remember the future,
now.
Fidelity stayed close to the One True Spirit. His wealth came from sheer savage
heartrending joy and respectful affection. This he didn't wonder about, he knew.
Pain gives permission to heal. Sometimes he just had to wait, or his efforts would exceed
the profits. Things change, and some things he had to teach himself to remember to forget.
Fidelity had an elastic disposition. He could affirm, conjecture, espouse, and assert without
irreversibly dislocating his destination. The logic of fear gave him no stress, but the willful misuse
of human talent held an angst empty weight of dichotomy. He could not synthesize its paradox of
opposites, because no interference invaded the constant tranquillity of his life. He communed with
the one-way input of passivity from the Almighty. There was no other way.
Fidelity never regretted his actions, because he moved in accordance with the Grand Plan.
He was an essensual magus connected to the polarity of a magnetic center, celebrating the Big
Dance outside his inner mind. He was a free slave beyond the confining concepts of conflict. The
relative limits of contradiction and differences were ephemeral obstacles that did not influence his
illumination.
Fidelity found easy vitality in performing more than one dedicated function. The sweet
acknowledgment of naturalistic faith gave life enhancing rebirth to his convergent gestalt. He was
taught and tough, without the encumbering trivial article of a brain dressed up with nowhere to go.
When it's right, there's no fight, so he disconnected.
What most consider impossible, are just conditioned thoughts and learned opinions of
biological and sociological properties. Thinking and proving malevolent insults grows hysterical
fever like slow ice. Fidelity shifted paradigms to an alternative continuum frame of reference. He
was a zeitgeist messenger from the vortex nexus of gnosis.
Fidelity did not engineer incremental duplication. The challenge of pleasing an entire planet
was an antithesis of juxtaposing new multidimensional categories to retrofit old linear local
solutions. Inspiration conjures revisions to keep Earth spinning. The traditional style of old
masters blends with young vigor.
Fidelity's nuts & bolts, cut & dried scholarship was an archival legend. The data haven of
his experience was a panorama of referent transposition. Freefall, at the proper moment of
vulnerability, had advanced his motivation until he could blindly apprehend the painted poetic
patterned harmony in a thousand mind-splitting musical colors of a frozen burning sunset. He did
not rationalize his spiritual discipline, or put handles on deviant decadent compartmentalized boxes
of degeneration.
Progenitors of new cultural complexes trust tomorrow's value of venture, not the
hypocritical aberrations of today's foolishly proud enclave. Misfits sacrificing system-law for
sanity avoid the gravity pit of somber wintry liberty, and crooked morals. Fidelity shattered and
shook the stereotype pillars of established definition.
The weird scenes of life's long strange trip had numbed Fidelity's eyes with boredom. He
heard voices talking in tongues, and saw animated holograms of hieroglyphs woven into the fabric
of the sky. There was no shocking scene that could implant a naive impression upon his
physiological arcology. His iron heart was blotched with spreading scabs of rust.
Fidelity reflectively heard a tree without leaves fall in a faraway forest. The solidarity of its
naked isolated solitude perturbated his psychic parasphere like a lost paladin's pantheon.

CHAPTER FIVE

Fidelity climbed down off the marble throne in the ivory tower of his castle in the clouds, and hiked
toward the abandoned desert contrast of the sea. The perfume aroma of blossoming flora
overwhelmed his senses with nirvanic delight. He wallowed in the glorious magnificent vista of the
surrounding splendor.
"It's so beautiful" he heard himself say.
With no discord to dissuade him, Fidelity crept across a verdant veldt on silent silken
strides, like a cougar stalking prey. He did not disturb the event's quiet moment, or interfere with
it's cryptic personality. He recognized the ideal virtues embedded within, and hungered to share the
pleasure of its fortuitous delight.
He observed and approved the dutiful exactitude of the processes responsible for enabling
the venerable existence of this bountiful world.
How had this come into being? Did someone assist with the supernatural strength of its success?
Perhaps some incredible inventive genius? The evasive design of the enhanced habitat
Fidelity savored the salubrious sanavacity of this curiosity, but still remained mystified.
Was this the tutelary testimonial he sought?
The pursuit was not the work of a wizard, but of honest straightforward, careful,
inquisitive persistence; the result of downright diligent, earnest, long continued effort. There was
no other magic than patient inquiry, abiding enthusiasm, an unprejudiced mind, and a remarkably
acute judgment of the merits and capabilities of inspirational reception and applied skill.
It was a poetic episode, an exercise in experiential art that exuded intentions extending beyond the
instant.
Fidelity laughed at the comical amusement of life's fortunate opportunity. A feather-soft
breeze hinted toward the next beach.

CHAPTER SIX

Fidelity confronted the tragedy of an approaching storm. The dazzling air permeated with a
quivering ionic chill from flashing lances of lightning. A thrashing wind played frightening noises
against the bitter freezing cold, while gray gloomy rain and black ominous clouds rolled in from
the heaving horizon. He shivered with apprehensive discomfort. Fidelity vigilantly waited for
relief, and watched the turmoil blow whitecaps across a dark sea.
He remembered the peaceful wonderland of the golden sanctuary. Why did someone
abandon an occupation in which they demonstrated so vigorous an interest? The bliss of fool's
folly? Exclusive elitist exuberance? Valiant warrior's vanity? Ignoble activity of anointed
pedagogues? Empirical evidence of a priest's errand? More myriad funk of a weird world? The
whole matter was an incomprehensible situation exceeding the limits of his understanding; a
perplexing venture, indeed.
Fidelity scrutinized with peculiar calculation the secrets prodding his curiosity. He evaded
melancholy's inimical slow bleeding kill of desultory respite, by overriding his reflexive relaxation
operative. Euphoria denied him boredom.
Had he accidentally stumbled upon the exotic enterprise, or was he guided to it by some
stimulation of his sensorium? The compulsive implications of the expansive vision were
staggering. He had become a device of the obsession. Yes, he was ordained to surrender to the
paradise. It was an object of his goal, and the storm chased him back.
Fidelity was wise in the ways of water, and not indoctrinated with habit. He met resistance
in all directions except one. He ventured on impulse, without ceremony, and grew increasingly
apart from the corpse of ritualized captivity. He refused to be bound by any false benefits of
incongruous incarceration. The enormous blazing power of his hot blooded perturbation for formal
dogma forced him to pursue an unbroken wilderness of satisfaction.
Fidelity wandered back to further investigate the region of his discovery. But when he
returned, the puzzling pearl had vanished. He searched for clues to no avail,
and almost resolved that his calling was chaotic, when a strange materialization came and carried him away.
He floated over a mosaic landscape that completely confounded him. This was not a great
conquest, it was a hellish encounter with dystopia that had no localized qualities in common with
linear causality.
"Your ineptitude abandoned eternity's favor forever" chided the wraith. "No apology can bring you home again."
Fidelity fell from his nightmare flight, and awoke to the faint fading echo of beating wings.
His new immunization against exceeding extremes emphasized simplicity's sweetness.
Progress heals the pain of change, and the essence of adventure is surprise. Fidelity was
weary of travel and exploration, but still devoted all his desire to finding the finish of his Promise.
As he walked along the sandy beach, a shooting star caught his attention. Its meteoric arc
flared across the sky and exploded, burning a brilliant vaporized image into the cool sea. Fidelity
noticed that the storm had calmed.

CHAPTER SEVEN

What is the price of strong romance? How big the scar to heal the wound? Peregrinate perfervidity
only hurts. Of all the dreamers dreaming, just a handful's dreams come true. The rest have
normalized, but keep on dreaming too.
Out on the sea alone, Fidelity's sagacious perspicacity was less than gaunt tenuousness.
Extant moonglow and the sacerdotal starshine of psionic cynosure light suffused his saturnine
acerbity. Last night's aureole was a harbinger of nonpareil magnanimity, and his stoic insensate
detritus acquiesced to the nictitating tropism.
He had fallen east of Eden, but still trusted the deliverance of his faith and vision. The
genuine beatitude of this inexorable enigma was no miasmic opprobrious vehemence; it was simply
an innocuous and ubiquitous pelagic ectoplasm.
Fidelity's truculent cotillion pavan odyssey kept his purview contemporary beyond
tomorrow. He surreptitiously immolated the tautological mellifluous axis of prurient panegyrical
efficaciousness. His punctilious syncretic iconoclastic semiotics ameliorated ecumenistic autism
and sententious solipsistic obstreperous delectation.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Fidelity was anchored in the absolute. He had reached the depths of dereliction in his search for
Divinity. Profane wit shielded him from the vile rage of absurd disparity. Fidelity's need to
manifest the alchemy of Truth was an addictive pursuit that assessed his lyrical bravado.
He maintained recognizable imagery in the inherent primitive gift of his heart's inner
sanctum; a strange bright darkness. Psychedelic oddities watched him through stained-glass
mandala windows. He earned his wishes, but the attached bad brutal misjudgments weren't funny.
Fidelity pushed away from patent technocratic chance. Sour mundane regimentation could
not survive autonomously.. so he rode on.
Fidelity dreamed about the parody of a neo-epoch's age. He slept where the warm winds
originate, in the hotlands above the hard-core earth's molten crust, away from artificial jurisdiction.
He was an empty nobody in limbo, tired of waiting for yesterday, but not paying to obey
phony perverted injustice waste. When he faced the rare opportunity to drop in on a new wave, he
didn't flake or hide, he jumped and flew into the spectacle of action; a tachyon embedded in
superspace.
Inspiration is defensible crucial credulity, not pedantry portentous pretense. It is easier to
kill, than to keep alive. Dissipative antinomies impede interhemispheric receptivity.
The logistic of symmetry is the ancient secret of satori serenity: long-suffering. To see the
invisible in a heightened flash of knowledge is unsystematized axiomatic ratiocination that
attributes supererogation to omnipotent verisimilitude.
The original cybernetic feedback program must be imposed by an intelligence greater than
that of the system itself; a software that coexists with, and is prior to the hardware of the Universe.
This near-death union is a huge comedy, but the audience is afraid to laugh. Fidelity
confirmed the justification of God, and defied the tyrannical indignation of imperious nepotist
deceit.
Nobody would collaborate with vapor, so he continued to crushed confusion by
mirroring truth as some substantially significant value.
To do good for people is a chivalrous plan and is always nobly requited, but General
Public's recognition wakes too late. Fidelity was beat for his labors.

CHAPTER NINE

Fidelity's security was not threatened by mistaken wrong fallibilities of charlatan ridicule, or the cold
unrelenting hostility which genius creates among mediocrities. He was in the powerful prompting
grip of direct intuitive insight; not the curious collective convictions of infantile megalomaniac
obstinacy. The classic human-nature trap of arrogance minus humility is an autodidact eccentric
obsession. Manifold heresies are residual suppositions of a different sentience.
The harmony of Plato's pythagorean `music of the spheres' refutes Aristotelian ptolemics.
Truth is not invented to please the blind pendalent preponderance of alienated sensibility. The
Infinite is unthinkable until apprehended as a commissure of outside/inside, leftbrain/rightbrain..
until the interior is the exterior.
An apprentice glimpses basic truth when kneeling in front of an empty throne. The spiral
whirlpool coil helicity of earth and sky revolves around the hearth of a central fire. Ambivalent
sectarian squabbles finish in catastrophe, and group level destructivity.
Fidelity penetrated acknowledged confirmation of extraordinary distinction, and saw life
out of sync: Earth expatriates exiled in high orbit; allies evading the victory attack of leviathan's
warped worship opera; dark wishes of faulty domain; eclectic experts in the ersatz enterprise of
entrepreneurial philanthropy, obeying the divine law of reciprocity.
Piety is present in the totality of every broken piece, and the spark of sanity gives dim hope
to the idyllic idealism of causal coincidences' spontaneous continuity. Conquering the tumescent
transmitter of diverse luck tolerates altered approaches to assimilated aspirations.
He dreamed of a sovereign full moon, shining with a celestial monarch's revered
miraculousness. Fidelity watched from an exemplary vector of compossibility. Displaced
strangers destroyed what is, for what supposedly should be. Laconical vivisectionists scalped the
lucid impetus of synaptic mercenaries marching to ataxic presumptive schisms. Frantic fanatics
modified undesirable malcontents. Homogeneous codification criteria censored cranial cerebration.
Establishment models for mangled misery approved allowances against antecedent acceptance.
Proper propriety prohibitions prevented problematic prurience.
Fidelity scoped the barren scene, then split to sail toward a brave big island of retrospective
eager erudition. The gorgeous beauty of confident shyness thanked him with the fighting courage
of passionate fire. He was released from the conventions of the past and the inhibiting conditions
of the present. Fidelity was imbued with a fortitude of unshaken spirit.
An intoxicating numinous focal point arrested his eye, but consistent unfailing haunting
images of horror betrayed its relentless brilliance with terrifying enriched diminishment. A
non-dimensional poison grid of linear logic held narrow sense victims of awe. Their repressed
false fear vanquished to the closed trenches of assurance; compromising impingement for
immutable ego and libidinous pioneering redemption.
Fidelity tempered the tenable campaign of barbarous marriage. A wedding combining
clever tenderness and savour's strength emanated from the exquisite intricacy of exhausting
exhilaration. Ruminations poured from their domination domain of villainous apostasy.
Fidelity baffled popular shame. He hunted on the thin road crossing today's realm of
convincing common causes; reaching from high sky with talons outstretched. He was concerned
with what bolted under the subtle sightlessness suffusing his subliminal mind.
Ordinary attributes blaze engrams into the transportable permeation stink of western silicon
refugees. Irony dates the tactful guilty work of linguistic literary language, then maligns itself with
scarce statistical examination.
The gusto relishment of typical disquieting decor parboils indrawn foible. Fidelity's vivid
posture drifted defeat down the uncertain gutter of expectancy. He cruised the defense outline of
cruelty's venomous mercy, and crossed pessimism's pragmatic prognostication.
Diabolical didactic declaration cannot outdistance the similarity of unitive fulfillment.
Visceratonic emotional exaggeration consummates contrapuntal concerted novelty, while future
foundations inspire today's symphonic syntax.
When the windows of understanding are clean, everything appears as it is: infinite and
interconnected. But public proclamation of this sublime solace violates customary standards.
Fidelity was on the edge of spiritual vertigo. With jubilant exuberance he augmented the
enhancement and read patterns in the contemplative dance. His constructive and benign
achievement flowed against perverse compulsion. It always is the most ecstatic moment of his life.
He had never been more at peace, and expected the most perfect thing next. It keeps getting more
perfect.
Fidelity gave to receive. He absorbed, pondered, and then acted in a vortex of love. He
learned from having to overcome obstacles. He leaped into full comprehension. Fidelity prefered
the nearest thing to innocence to the banality of human evil.
Labels limit. Losing everything he loved left him no longer entirely of the world. The
depravity of virtues amplified his morals. Since there are only solutions, he eliminated the problem
by a zero-sum compromise. It was a trade-off or compliment. He had a strong sense of duty, not
greed.
The vitalism of Fidelity's promise led him to be reposed in the Nothing. He listened to
silence, and transended relativity by floating in the totality of absolute emptiness. Fidelity held on
to nothing as long as possible. Zero multiplied by anything is still zero. Twice of something is
double trouble.
He didn't make the rules, or play by the rules. He ignored the rules and ripped up the
gameboard. He distanced instead of identifying. Fidelity prefered life, love, and the warmth of a
sunrise. Age is a measure of time. Any coral reef, desert rock, tidal pool kelp, glacier,
redwood fern, rain forest orchid, or bird's song defines that distortion of consciousness.
It's not how smart you are, but how are you smart. If you know and use your aptitudes
then you are happy. If you don't, you're not happy. The peak experience of optima persona is also
being humble in the face of success.
Despotism is the bureaucratic erosion of prestige. An estimable person, with selective
comprehension, notices only what fits their preconceptions. What's safely contained and sanitized
for popular consumption gets diluted and polluted.
Aggravation antagonists discuss conventional complacency vs. complacent
unconventionality. Guilt is learned, and you are guilty until you prove innocence. Hard work is not
rewarded. Idealism's for losers.
We're playing poker on the chessboard of life. The pieces are the phenomena of the
universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of nature. The player on the other side is
hidden from us by a mirror. It's the spiritual cause of all effect. Know it and live it.
Available information doubles every 5 years, but we can only digest 5%. It's mental
gridlock of the accelerated rate of accumulated cultural change. Calling equally on the right and left
brain is plural thinking. A viable solution in the progress sequence of a complex system is beyond
chaos's strange attractors.
Maintaining humility, reverence, inspiration, deep purpose and joy is a conscious intention
to create beauty. Thinking critically with digestive results, and verify that the Universe is friendly.
Meet force with gentleness, meet impatience with patience (inside and out). .
Remember always and in every way: your destiny and character is alone and all one.
Essential invigorating animated vitalisism of insufferable pieties are just undifferentiated monsters
of the sublime. Warped distorted perceptions and inner conflicts of recognized authority figures are
not a shaman's field of concern. Be accountable for intercession with your sharpened super
awareness.
Many try, few succeed, and if you have to ask, you'll never know. The methods of the
great pioneers have often puzzled conventional minds. Disconnect and isolate from participation.
Advance toward truth and do the most productive thing, but stay out of the national data base.
Remain exonerated, not victimized.
Fidelity was an unnoticed amphibian. He devoted his servitude to saintly surrender, not
tribal tribute. His bereft hands dragged in the sea and let wet nebula slip through his bloody
fingers. A recalcitrant breath obscured the class-calm waters. He saw hope rising out of the fog.
Hallelujah!

CHAPTER TEN

Since every object is simply the sum of its qualities, and since qualities exist only in the mind,
nothing exists except as a construction of consciousness. Materialism is composed of conventional
symbols shaped by human senses.
Space has no objective reality except as an order or arrangement of the objects we perceive
in it, and time lacks independent existence apart from the order of events by which we measure it.
What we perceive is distorted and enfeebled by the limitations of our indolent sensory
screen. But a curious promulgation runs through our realization translation. A boundless cohesive
bridge binds the indistinguishable abyss dividing subject and object.. a Godlike functional
harmony between macrocosm and microcosm.
The imperishable ephemerality of this sensational realm is an indescribable fundamental
constant; an experiential principle of primal innocence born from the empiricist probability of
complementary corpuscular caprice. Like the echo of a gunshot blurred by wind on a moonless
night, the inexorable enunciation securing sedentary causality is a fallacy of popular determinism.
No obstruse schemes of free will can envisage the empty concealment of deep silence.
Restful relief is not confusingly complex. Blessed detached patient endurance evolves toward the
tranquil and magnificent firmament's endless serenity.
Each is the center of All, on the verge of the vast void. Unified interstellar electromagnetic
gravitational forces oscillate pressure tensions into fields of essence, in an arena of artless art;
simultaneously revolving structure and concentration, while the wild flight of photons propagates
celestial light.
Fidelity's eclectic ubiquity loosened the contraction constriction of velocity's sinister
strangle. His individualistic pluralism assuaged the devastating demeanor of multiplicity.
Disconsolate desolation enigmatically forlorned his reminiscent reliance. It was a behemoth in a
war without victory.
Fidelity put his heart into his work, and did his best. Although, rarely is it given in the
story of life, to those who work greatly or love greatly, to gather the fruit of their passionate toil.
But it is given those others, for whom it could not be, to know perhaps a happiness greater than
the joy of possession.
The process would never be complete. There would be no end of the trail. He would
always have nowhere to go but everywhere. He resigned himself to watching the world, and
enjoyed each unique raindrop, flame, and the atmospheric pageantry of colored clouds. He did not
have to expend effort realizing that everything is simply the same: relativistic order among things
subsists.
The mechanical events of terrestrial existence are mere exceptions to the immense sidereal
picture of total Nature. The inscrutable everlasting thunder of multifarious random entropy is
conceived from an amorphous continuum. Omniscience is illimitable, but impenetrable to the dull
faculties of human comprehension.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Fidelity sought salvation away from the disaster of pagan compulsion. Such a path could only be
travelled by one who was alert and sensitive to the landmarks of a trackless wilderness.
Presumptuous cataclysms showed danger like bones whitening in desert sand.
Fidelity could not afford to be an illuminist. He didn't dare risk attachment to superficial
transient selfishness. He made a clean break, and separated from the irrational values of madness.
His life was carried continually within the Superior, always poised on the summit of compunction,
at peace in restful sublime sanity and relaxed precision.
Fidelity's fabulous freedom kept him insulated against conventionality. He embraced
charismatic originality, and drifted with the reverent conviction of primitive sophistication's gypsy
cadence.
Where the basic price of faith is tested, the world's macro problems sink like usurped fish
fossils. Fidelity's maneuvers of inattentive indifferent interpretation traversed temporal entrapment
through the incorporeal discarnate asymptote of apocatastasis. The genuine threat stays
dangerously concealed.
The accretion of institutionalized refuse prevents perfect isomorphic representation in
flawless immutable concurrence. Unpretentious grandiloquent concrete brevity declaims
edification. The sanctity of charity renounces implicit expedient effusion. No helpful empowerment
flounders in wreckage. Fidelity must swim to shore, defy fear, and strike into unknown
battlefields.
Mournful debauchery stays buried in the sorry soil of abomination. Lonely Fidelity forever
remained submissive to the suprasensible crux of indubitable teleological permeations pervading
his theistic persuasion. He was an adept prodigy, elected to fulfill life's magnum opus ambitions.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Fidelity's nomadic transition migration polarized his volant abandonment, and preserved the pleasant
perseverance of his persistent truth-proof Promise, even while anthropocentric interruptions
increasingly introduced their distracting, painful opera onto his doorstep.
Yes we are free by nature. Yes, the struggle for sweetness balances the hazards of
suffering. Yes, the universe is configured. Yes, love reflects the soul of All. Yes, synchronistic
synergy rides on time. Go placidly amidst the noise.
A final advent vindicated Fidelity's fortunate fate. Complete quiescence confirmed his
correct confidence. He measured forth to shift surrender against inert nonsense and crazed banter.
Amniotic eschatological perithanatic epiphany is a simulacrum of cosmic unity's oceanic
ecstasy that predisposes compelling motivation to improve the human circumstance by narrowing
collective ignorance through clear thinking. Incremental misunderstandings are corrected by
orthogonal conceptions and fresh imagination, to think more clearly and invent cleverly.
This was the qualitative panacea antecedent for Fidelity's enamoured exhilaration endeavor
to benefit mankind's discomfiting burden.
The consequence of accelerated noetic enhancement is bicameral reconciliation. Wisdom
flows with the virtues of honest ethical integrity, and obvious righteous reality absolves obsolete
ideation.
As exponential increases in information investigation approach instant plausibility, some temporal
reactions bend, and others break in the storm wind of insuffurable despotism, but it's a curse to know the answer.
Metamorphosis awakening to Supreme Immanence is an inevitable encounter, but ontogeny
is heartlessly detached from the classical concerns of set apologetic settings. Fright is music if your
charm is tuned.
No abeyance can halt the unavoidable crucible of change.
The context of perfect perception eventually evolves toward ultimate truth.