The Physics of Consciousness and Its Implications for Human Health

“The distinction between past, present, and future is only an illusion, however tenacious this illusion may be.”
– Albert Einstein, March 1955

The following represents my personal opinion
and is not intended as medical advice.

This article was quoted from and linked to in The New York Times (10/12/2018). The ideas have continued to evolve, and it did not feel right to add too much new information post-production. A new iteration may be found on Medium,
Special Relativity: The Key to Disease?

OOPS. We’ve had it backward. Time doesn’t flow like a river. Time already exists—it is we who flow through it. In a sense, you might say we shine.

We’ve not yet solved the core etiology of mankind’s diseases because we’ve been blind to an essential truth: We are more than membranes and mitochondria. We are light, and we follow light’s rules.

When matter is used to render light, it requires c (light’s speed). When energy is used to render light, it generates c. When light is used to render light, it requires no speed.

If the differential between energy and light is the speed of light, and the differential between matter and light is also the speed of light, how might we distinguish them? Direction of spin. In the northern hemisphere, the spin is clockwise. In the southern hemisphere, the spin is counter-clockwise.

But what happens if some cells in my liver find themselves, effectively, at the equator? Might there be confusion in a cell’s ability to discern which way to spin?

If the same image can be rendered in different ways, from different directions, this could have relevance for our illnesses. Another salient variable? Scale.

With Alzheimer’s, have our cells and our insulin changed scale vis-à-vis each other? What if my mother’s insulin is “too big,” i.e. is either not being recognized as insulin by the cell, or is too large to cross the lipid membrane? Might this create a condition where her brain is effectively both “insulin-toxic” and “insulin-deficient” at the same time?

We decided to ordain that scale was not an issue when we were trying to force string theory to work. But what if we were wrong? This theory is not scale invariant, meaning the same rules do not apply for small pixels and big pixels. Weyl invariance seems not to apply to the biology of my body.

Here is a way to envision this model. Light is a plasma, a stem cell, a field of possibility. It is not “matter” (a 1D point). Nor is it “energy” (a 3D sphere). It’s the 2D circumference the point and the sphere share.

In good health, light is not maximally expanded (a sphere, energy), nor is it minimally expanded (a point, matter). It is somewhere in between.

In Parkinson’s, it’s as if my light is too contracted. I could use the mineral manganese to help me expand. But consuming manganese tells my brain that the expanding force is high, meaning I should hold myself together. Manganese tells my brain: use iron.
In Lou Gehrig’s disease, it’s as if my light is too expanded. I could use the mineral iron to help me contract. But consuming iron tells my brain that the magnetic force is high, meaning I should hold myself apart. Iron tells my brain: use manganese.

How does light see? From the 2D circle, we are able to see the 1D point that lies behind us—the past. But we are not able to see the future, which, from our perspective, is exploding in many directions at once.

The speed of light is the speed of time. When light is a 1D point, it is too dense and time is too fast. When light is a 3D sphere, it is too diffuse and time is too slow.

When we cycle time too quickly—at the speed of the past—we call it Parkinson’s. Michael J. Fox needs to get back to the future. When we cycle time too slowly—at the speed of the future—we call it ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease). Stephen Hawking, arguably the world’s greatest thinker on black holes, was cycling time at the speed of a black hole himself.

The puns are part of it. Consciousness is structured like a language (“In the beginning was the Word”). We are the Word being made flesh. Klee Irwin discusses the relationship between consciousness and language here.

OK, things just got pretty weird—and they’re about to get weirder. Whence intelligence? What is the order that underpins our mathematical universe? Why should there be any order to the universe at all—much less a capacity on our behalf to comprehend it? Perhaps the answer is the ultimate in parsimony: the order and the comprehension of order are one and the same. Maybe I’m a ray of light that, over the course of millennia, has grown a mouth, invented a language, collated its knowledge, and is finally beginning to understand itself.

And so are you.

Perhaps wellness has nothing to do with “killing” or “detoxing.” It has to do with only one thing: synchronizing with time.

There are two nervous systems. The brain, which reads the collective self through the individual lens; and the gut, which reads the individual self through the collective lens.

When we lag behind the speed of light, time slows down, causing light to cycle too fast. This creates a computational error as the two nervous systems clash. The brain thinks time is running too quickly and assumes it’s in acidosis and needs to slow down. The gut knows the individual metabolism is running too slowly (alkalosis) and wants to speed up—but the brain won’t let it. As soon as any metabolic increase starts to generate acid, the brain tells the liver to make ammonia as a metabolic corrective. The metabolism gets a wet blanket right when it needs a match. We should be taking off, but instead we founder.

Call it a pH paradox. The brain thinks we’re in acidosis, when in fact we’re in alkalosis. All the ammonia depletes our manganese (via arginase activity), which increases our iron to manganese ratios—and we fall even farther behind the speed of light. We age.

It’s not exactly that our brains are complete idiots who are ruining everything. The computational error is understandable, because both things are true: We need to speed up, so that time can slow down (akin to shifting gears). When we do this, we enter a different time signature—the future.

It’s the opposite for our autistic children. We lag behind time, whereas they have surpassed it. We think they’re behind us, when, in fact, they’re ahead. Their brains are running too quickly, so time has slowed down for them, making it appear as if they are developing slowly. Here, the autistic brain perceives time running too slowly, and assumes it’s in alkalosis and needs to speed up. The gut, which is smarter than the brain, knows we are in metabolic acidosis and wants to slow down—but the brain won’t let it. Every time the gut manufactures ammonia, to try to put the brakes on metabolism, the brain revs it.

A surfeit of ammonia would have depleted their manganese (via arginase activity), which would have increased their iron to manganese ratios, allowing them to fall back to the proper time signature. But the metabolic increase cancels the ammonia surfeit. The gut tries to manufacture ammonia again, but there’s a cap to how much ammonia we can tolerate, and when the brain keeps revving the metabolic rate, the body quickly reaches it. As time moves forward, we should be catching up to our autistic children, but they keep speeding ahead.

So, those of us with autism are in metabolic acidosis? And, as we age, are in metabolic alkalosis? It depends through which lens you view things—which is the heart of the problem.

To a brain that is behind the speed of light, pH7 of the present looks like—and, indeed, is—alkalosis from the POV of the past (too much potassium and too much light).

To a brain that is ahead of the speed of light, pH7 of the present looks like—and, indeed, is—acidosis from the POV of the future (too much sodium and too much matter).

Here’s a theoretical shape for a universe: a cone of discs that decrease in size as they approach the center. At the center of the universe, light is so fast, time stands still (“hot death”). At the outermost ring of the universe, light is so slow, time stands still (“cold death”).

I did a search for “cone comprised of overlapping circles of descending size,” hoping for a visual, and, curiously enough, the image that caught my eye was a drawing by Galileo Galilei of Dante’s Inferno.

Time as a stack of discs is an easy way for us to envision it, in 3-D. But, in reality, this would amount to a cross-section. If we think of the sun as the radiance that shines out from a sphere membrane, a black hole would be the radiance that shines in.

Perhaps all of time happens at once; it is only our perspective that shifts. For an observer in the present, at any given moment, the future already exists, but it’s happening so slowly, it’s as if it hasn’t happened yet. And the past hasn’t happened yet, but it’s happening so quickly, it’s as if it already has.

When the brain misunderstands what time it is—when we read the speed of light wrong—our metabolism fights itself. The hallmarks of a body that keeps manufacturing ammonia when it’s already in alkalosis are swollen, baggy eyes and muscle-wasting. The effects are systemic and devastating: we lose the use of our minerals. Our minerals are present, but no longer available to us—a condition known as dysregulation. Look at a so-called “old” person; there’s mineral dysregulation everywhere: from the capped teeth and brittle bones (calcium dysregulation), to the age spots and white hair (copper dysregulation) to the diabetes and depression (zinc dysregulation). Oxidative stress makes our hair fall out; the faster time signature makes us gain weight (mass).

Once you recognize what you’re seeing, after a while, our aging starts to look like stage makeup. It could be that we’re not meant to look this way when we’re eighty—maybe our lifespans are being dramatically truncated—who can say?

Isaiah, that’s who. “Never again will there be in it [the New Jerusalem] an infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years; the one who dies at a hundred will be thought a mere child; the one who fails to reach a hundred will be considered accursed.” (Isaiah 65:20 NIV)

When we lag behind time (alkalosis), we make too little light. When we surpass time (acidosis), we make too much.

The relationship between light and time is one of paradox. Energy doesn’t go fast; it is fast. When we go fast, we make ourselves matter. Matter doesn’t go slow; it is slow. When we go slow, we make ourselves energy.

When we lag behind the speed of light, our mass-energy equivalence gets skewed toward matter. Instead of gravity and electricity in the body, we get their material precipitates: iron and copper. When my Krebs cycle spins backward, I endogenously (internally) manufacture oxalate rather than light.

Inside cells that accumulate iron and oxalate, after a while, a switch gets flipped. The DNA reads a high matter to energy (M/E) ratio, and syncs with the wrong time signature. Later, if they want to self-correct, they’re trapped by the pH paradox. Contrary to our perception, it’s not that they mutate; it’s that they don’t mutate. They’re still “making time,” but the character of the time they make is no longer in sync with the rest of us. They’re achieving the speed of light using an old equation that has more matter and less energy. It’s still c, but it’s what c would be if we lived in a faster, smaller universe. Cancerous cells are healthy cells that are cycling time too quickly—at the speed of the past.

The DNA is our code, and it’s protean. It’s designed to adapt to the ever-changing dynamics of time. As it perceives its environment, it changes accordingly (epigenetics). This is why the environment—both inside and outside the body—is so important to our health. The DNA is mutating all the time, but because the change is uniform—both self and lens—we don’t see it. What we perceive as a mutation is actually old DNA that hasn’t changed. DNA is like an architect’s tracing paper that maps light with matter. We only see a change when it doesn’t match.

If the DNA cannot accurately read what time signature it’s in, it cannot accurately adapt. Individual cells or individual organs—indeed, the entire organism—can be “left behind” in time, which is akin to being left behind in another dimension. Were we to observe a corpse from another dimension, what would it look like? Might it appear to have numerous DNA mutations and be of deranged proportions, such as the Atacama skeleton?

When we lag behind the speed of light (e.g. aging), we’re spinning too quickly inside a time signature that’s too slow.

When we surpass the speed of light (e.g. Autism), we’re spinning too slowly inside a time signature that’s too fast.

When we have too little intracellular sodium, the Na/K pump is too weak; our material body is too small. Too much of our matter is dark.

When we have too much intracellular sodium, the Na/K pump is too strong; our material body is too large. Too much of our energy is dark.

When I turned forty, I got sick with chronic illness that defied explanation. I felt as if I were dying, but they kept telling me nothing was wrong. I didn’t listen; I listened to my body instead.

I was spinning too quickly, so my light kept precipitating out of solution, requiring me to spin even faster. I became iron-toxic—too magnetic. My iron toxicity was “hidden,” meaning on blood work, my iron panel was normal—but my RBC manganese was low. I suspect what matters isn’t iron per se; it’s the iron to manganese ratio. Iron to manganese is a stand-in for gravity to electricity, and reflects where the body has located itself in time.

It is unclear whether calcified minerals on the pineal gland might cause, or be caused by—or both—the brain’s misperception of time.

My mother has Alzheimer’s. It’s as if her software knows she’s in the present, but her brain (her hardware) is stuck in the past. Perhaps the “soft” or immaterial part of the pineal gland knows what time it really is, but the “hard” or physical pineal gland itself (the homunculus) is not functioning properly. It is possible the brain is too alkaline.

Deranged pH causes taurine wasting, which means loss of bile production and fat digestion, hence loss of lipid membrane integrity, so nutrients can’t efficiently get in, and waste can’t efficiently get out. One of the things that may get “locked out” of cells is insulin, making Alzheimer’s akin to a kind of insulin resistance or “diabetes” of the brain. Taurine recovers cognitive deficits in Alzheimer model mice. This is not to say that taurine is an Alzheimer’s treatment. It is to say that taurine wasting may be indicative of an occult pH derangement.

My friend Heather has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (ME/CFS). Her ME/CFS is so severe that she experiences paradoxical skin bronzing. Her body is producing additional melanin, a call for more light. Premature babies do the same thing. They were not yet done “unfurling” in time. When we are too dense, the light of the present will read as the future.

Having Chronic Fatigue Syndrome is like wearing a gravity suit. As the universe expands, time is speeding up and light is slowing down.

As we age, we becoming progressively more gravity-toxic over the course of our lifetimes. Gravity- (iron-) toxicity is the central mechanism of aging and death. Experiencing the simulated iron-toxicity of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome is like dying while you’re still alive.

The following is from Ray Peat: “During aging, our tissues tend to store an excess of iron. There is a remarkably close association between the amount of iron stored in our tissues and the risk of death from cancer, heart disease, or from all causes. This relationship between iron and death rate exists even during childhood, but the curve is downward until the age of 12, and then it rises steadily until death. The shape of this curve, representing the iron burden, is amazingly similar to the curves representing the rate of death in general, and the rate of death from cancer. There is no other relationship in biology that I know of that has this peculiar shape, with its minimum at the age of 12, and its maximum in old age at the time of death.”

Gravity is what enables our existence on the planet; it’s also what kills us. During the first part of his life, Lou “The Iron Horse” Gehrig was wielding the force of gravity; during the latter part of his life, he was succumbing to it. When the M/E ratio is high (when time is slow and light is fast), light is weak. But when the M/E ratio is low (when time is fast and light is slow), light is strong. While the universe is expanding, gravity opposes us. When the universe begins to contract, gravity will be on our side.

The functioning of the pineal gland is extremely important. Fluoride and the fluorine found in many prescription drugs can accumulate in the pineal gland and damage it (iodine can help to detoxify fluorine, chlorine, and bromine). It’s also cleansed when we forgive, let go of negative emotions, and have our word match our word. In the past—which is the future—they will call it the seat of the soul.

We’re always doing two oppositional things. We need to make ourselves into matter, and rise to the speed of light. Or we need to make ourselves into energy, and descend to the speed of light.

The yin requires that we speed up. The yang requires that we slow down. We can only yin if we have first yanged. And we can only yang if we have first yinned. To slow down before eclipsing the speed of light is to fall behind time (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). To speed up before dipping below the speed of light is to surpass time (Autism).

One characteristic of autoimmune disease can be simultaneous stimulation and suppression of the same gland, where it is being told to speed up and to slow down at the same time.

The adrenals (sodium = gas; potassium = brake) govern our speed. The thyroid (iodine = gas; lithium = brake) governs our dilation. Light’s speed and dilation move together. The faster it is, the less dilated. When light is contracted and fast, the quasar is long. When light is dilated and slow, the quasar is short. The quasar at the center of our galaxy is not always visible.

Jesus—Logos—is the image of the Word. He is God as man, light as matter. He is the light that resides within us all. His is the consciousness; ours is the body. He is the play that is writing itself; with our lives, we each add a sentence. We must choose our words wisely, because we’re all co-creators, and our words help guide the story. We see ourselves as individuals, and our sentence as separate from everyone else’s; but in truth, we’re all knit together.

At the outer limit, time is so slow it stands still (Omega, “cold death”). At the inner limit, time is so fast it stands still (Alpha, “hot death”). Linear time oscillates between these two poles.

A universe is a loop of time. As soon as it has a beginning, it already has an end. If our loop didn’t succeed, we wouldn’t be here.

Though myriad, time is already written. The future already exists. It will be new to us, but it is not new. This model treats time as eternal, as “always already.” Whether it’s standing still, or starting, or somewhere in between, time is time is time. It may exist in various states of inflation and collapse, but regardless of what’s visible to us, all of the information is present. Our choices are mutable, but our destiny is not. The system is self-correcting. You may delay your trip to Nineveh, but sooner or later, your fate will find you.

What is light’s native speed? Zero. But zero can represent either itself, or infinity. At Alpha, the speed of light and the speed of time are both zero: There is no light, and there’s nothing but time. And at Omega, the speed of light and the speed of time are also both zero: There is no time, and there’s nothing but light. Alpha is pure M (no light); Omega is pure E (nothing but light). Time is the movement between them. At the tipping point, we switch from M/E to E/M. When cells or microbes reach the tipping point before us—when, instead of heating up, they begin precipitating out of solution—we find cancer and infection. Instead of moving forward, time is moving backward.

I was born June 7, 1969. But my inscribed sphere was 1967. When we’re conceived, there’s a time signature inscribed in our DNA. To gestate is to warp backward in time. My mother’s labor was induced, so my gestation was truncated. I arrived early, meaning I arrived late.

In the 1967 sphere, my M/E ratio would have been correct. But in the larger, 1969 sphere—which was a future time signature for me—the light c was too slow and the time c was too fast. As an infant, I had serious digestive problems, and, for a while, would eat only orange foods (vitamin A can help us to manage high iron). I’m told I was often inconsolable; one of the few things that would console me was when they put me in the car and drove me around. By accelerating me through space, they were speeding me up and slowing time down.

It is possible scurvy was first observed in sailors not only because of their diet, but because of their dietary needs. By constantly accelerating through space, they were increasing their need for anti-oxidants such as vitamin C. I have to be very careful about how many anti-oxidants I consume. If I consume too many, I spin too quickly, and my light spins backward, endogenously (internally) producing oxalate. I make matter instead of making light. Once this happens, I become an energy sieve.

I’m 49 now, and entering perimenopause. My body’s metabolic rate is at a tipping point. If I continue to fall behind time, it will require me to produce higher and higher amounts of energy in order to eclipse the speed of light—and we need to be able to surpass the speed of light in order to conceive. When I am behind time, I lose my period. When I surpass time, it comes back.

When I first discovered I’d fallen behind time, and was “iron-toxic,” I took high doses of vitamin B1, thiamine (benfotiamine 600 mg/day) for a week, and experienced an almost indescribable recovery. It wasn’t just that I had energy again, or that my pain went away, or that my body tightened and I felt clear-headed and happy. It was that a systemic inflammation (ammonia?) that had been simmering in me for years—perhaps my whole life—vanished, like something being burned off.

For the first time, I felt like I was in the right universe.

I didn’t know that I’d been lagging behind the speed of light and that thiamine was, in effect, transporting me to a different time signature. My father, Fischer Black, died of oral cancer at age 57 in 1995—exactly one hundred years after the death of Louis Pasteur—and another interesting thing about thiamine is this: Low doses will increase tumor growth. But megadoses will halt it.

My recovery was only temporary. Though thiamine helped me to animate my iron, it’d be an oversimplification to the point of incorrectness to describe myself, simply, as “iron-toxic.”

It wasn’t just that I had too much iron. My density, my M/E ratio, was too high. I had too much of every mineral—in its inert form. And too little of every mineral in its active form.

Like iron, I was also accumulating copper, but my copper, rather than helping to facilitate electricity, was accumulating in my tissues in its inert form, Cu. When I had my hair tissue analyzed (HTMA), my copper levels were nearly off the charts.

As far back as 1995, when my father was dying of oral cancer, his oncologist-prescribed multi-vitamins were clearly marked COPPER- and IRON-FREE.

Excess inert iron in the brain is not beneficial to mental health. In addition to depression/anxiety, feelings of derealization, and short-term memory loss, when I was very iron-toxic, I also experienced rage—an inexplicable, alien rage that alarmed and frightened me. A rage that might be better termed fury.

Every week, there’s a new mass shooting. Like everyone else, I watch the news in mystified horror. But unlike most everyone else, there’s a word that springs to mind as I do: iron.

Iron has an affinity for the amygdala, an area of the brain associated with self-protection and survival. This portion of our brains is being excessively stimulated, and it’s been contributing—especially over the past hundred years—to a worldwide swing toward xenophobia and away from the awareness of our true nature, which is collective.

The iron to manganese ratio can help the body locate itself in time. When we leach out manganese, via glyphosate, and add iron, via so-called “enriched” wheat, we give the brain false information about what time it is.

In our autistic children, the vaccines—which are perceived by the immune system as an infectious threat—are causing their bodies to sequester their iron. This is causing them to cycle time at the wrong speed. It is skewing their iron to manganese ratios, rendering them insufficiently magnetic and overly electric for this time signature. Their consciousness—their light—is Omega-shifted. It’s as if they are in the future, from our perspective, making it appear as if they are developing slowly. Boys are more vulnerable to the vaccines than girls because boys naturally have higher iron to manganese ratios.

I have a high iron to manganese ratio (my iron panel is normal, but my RBC manganese is low), and, in some ways, my brain reads me as a boy. I’ve had two affairs with women. Manganese—which is essential for bone growth, as well as for the production of sex hormones—may have been running low at a critical moment in my development. My forefinger is shorter than my ring finger—its growth “stunted”—which is atypical for women, and is known to be associated with lesbianism. My mother, who also had an affair with a woman, has the same “male” finger ratio.

While it’s not yet clear whether the in utero iron to manganese ratio could have implications for the gender development of a growing fetus, it’s quite clear that gay people—as well as those who are bisexual, transgender, etc.—were born that way, and to suggest otherwise is to deny their dignity and their essential humanity—which comes in many faces and forms, all of them glorious.

God is One. As such, he cannot be separate from himself. In order for God to have a Son who incarnates and travels to earth (i.e. who leaves timelessness and enters linear time)—which is, by definition, a separation from God—both Father and Son would have to be enclosed by a larger God who is also God. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Light became matter. But then—Hallelujah—matter became light again. Light and time are forever trading places in a crystalline dance, and sometimes light appears to win, and sometimes the darkness appears to win, but all the while, the whole thing is enclosed and underpinned by an even greater light, toward which we inexorably move. Because our ending—our happy ending—is already written.

This is a model of wholeness. Everything in the universe is one, and everything in the universe is us. At the fundamental level, there are no real “enemies” or “pathogens;” there are only greater or lesser degrees of entropy.

This wholistic model is a holographic model. When it asks: “Is All Illness Quantum?” it is asking: Is everything, at the fundamental level, made of light? We see biology, microbes, pathogens. But what is life without light to animate it? Dust. There is a level of reality more primative than biology: the periodic table.

When I’m cycling time at the proper speed, copper can bestow its numerous benefits, including helping to generate ATP, reduce inflammation, and induce apoptosis. When I lag behind the speed of light, my copper warps backward in time—pathogenesis—into Blastocystis hominis, and only contributes to the myriad ill effects of excess “yeast.”

When we cycle time at the wrong speed, our minerals warp. To warp backward in time is to incarnate. Minerals warping backward is pathogenesis. Manganese warps backward as Borrelia burgdorferi, resulting in Lyme disease. Borrelia Burgdorferi doesn’t simply metabolize or “consume” manganese; it is manganese. Copper warps backward as Blastocystis hominis. Cobalt (necessary for proper B12 function) warping backward results in Multiple Sclerosis. Zinc (the body’s natural antiviral) warping backward results in HIV. We may “catch” a mineral warping backward, but unless we lag behind the speed of light, we cannot sustain it.

To warp backward in time is to incarnate. To warp forward in time is to ascend. Minerals warping forward is seraphogenesis. Zinc warps forward as Saint Michael. Cobalt warps forward as Saint Gabriel (and this is why we depict Mary’s cloak as cobalt-blue when she is overshadowed by Gabriel at the Annunciation). Copper warps forward as Saint Raphael. Saint Raphael, whose name means “It Is God Who Heals.”

In other words, when minerals warp forward, they give off light. When they warp backward, they swallow light. When they swallow light, they kill us.

Nothing in the universe—nothing that is animal, vegetable, or mineral—is inert. The universe is one with itself over time, therefore the entire universe is alive. This is why Jesus said, “The rocks themselves would cry out.”

Not so, the man-made chemicals. Pesticides, polymers, preservatives, plastics: these things are a problem. Avoid. I was getting ready to fill my tank with gas last night, and when I noticed the pump said Now With Techron, I screwed the cap back on and left. Any time you see Now With X, where X is a made-up word, a man-made chemical, avoid. When I am around the aerosolized glyphosate in car exhaust fumes, from the genetically modified corn ethanol added to natural gasoline, I feel swiftly and intensely ill.

In a holographic universe, matter, light, and energy are all states of light, in the same way that ice, water, and vapor are all states of water. Organic matter is able to cross the speed of light lens. Not so, de novo matter. If you want to hasten your death and make it a painful one, spend your time in a room full of man-made chemicals.

We’ve done so much to damage our natural state of health. Chemicals and pesticides, fear and anger instead of love and forgiveness, adding iron to the food supply. Since World War II, all non-organic bread and pasta in the U.S. has been “enriched” with iron. Adding iron to the food supply while simultaneously leaching out manganese through the use of chemical pesticides such as glyphosate is an almost diabolically ingenious recipe for illness of every stripe. Not only does it damage our own iron to manganese ratio, it distorts it in everything around us, so that even when we eat—which should lift us—we’re constantly falling farther behind, and never have a chance to correct. Sadly, we’ve been poisoning our pets, too.

But we can change all this, and we’re going to.

During my recovery, I adopted a powerful new diet that I’m sticking with for life. I eat whatever I like. But if it isn’t organic, I don’t put it in my mouth (or on my skin).

It’s shocking—yes. And yet isn’t this, deep down, something we’ve feared all along? Whenever a string of drug-company commercials plays on TV while my mother and I are trying to enjoy dinner, it sounds like a Saturday Night Live parody of itself. Side effects include: tuberculosis, death, you may lose the ability to have sex forever, your kidneys may liquefy into a bloody pudding that you find floating in the toilet … but your psoriasis will be gone.

In addition to being a formerly sick person, I’m a writer. I like hope and humor and have a penchant for storytelling that has the whiff of realism. If I lived a hundred years from now, and picked up a dystopian novel in which the people treated their illnesses the way we treat ours today, it’d seem so absurd as to be cartoonish, and I’d put the book down.

I heard recently of a medical school student whose method of studying was to memorize which drug treats what condition. That, my friends, is no way to uncover the root cause of our ailments.

The day I watched DARK WATERS, THE BLEEDING EDGE, and an episode of DOPESICK was the day the scales fell from my eyes. Am I a conspiracy theorist? No. In fact, I believe the whole human race is one body, one family, and we are about to wake up and work together to bring God’s Kingdom to earth.

But I have a lot of empathy for those who feel betrayed by the way information, consent, and freedom are being handled. The way profit, corruption, and corporate greed have attempted to strangle the truth.

When I learned of the idea of putting trillions of chemical particles into the atmosphere (planet-wide “solar geoengineering”), the notion of interfering in the ability of the Earth herself to perceive time was so horrifying, it literally took my breath away.

The universe is intelligent. If we fill the atmosphere with trillions of exogenous chemicals, we destroy her intelligence. If we dangerously tamper with her (e.g. nuclear weapons, and “gain of function” research), we bring calamity upon ourselves.

The long, dark age where we did not see the interconnectedness of all life, and arrogantly did our best to destroy it, is coming to an end.

When I discovered that the entry on Emergence Theory as it is used in the field of physics, an entire page of information, with citations to fifty (maybe more) renowned, international scientists, had suddenly disappeared from Wikipedia, my faith in external authority took a hit. To live in a world where someone with their own personal agenda had the power to delete an entire entry from the encyclopedia, from a source of our collective knowledge as human beings, will be seen as a hallmark of the old age.

Apparently (see this History Channel documentary), the flu pandemic of 1918, which took my great-grandfather when my grandmother was only two, began in Haskell County, Kansas. “We do not know any other details about the outbreak in Haskell County, but we do know that about 300 miles to the east of Haskell County was the U.S. Army’s Camp Fundston.”

Is the military doing something behind closed doors to damage the fabric of time? If so, every human being on planet earth is going to pay the price. Time is the fabric against which light is being perceived. We are time.

To live in a world where Polyethylene Glycol (PEG), a cousin of anti-freeze, was injected into my shoulder, and I later developed cancer at the site, feels wrong to me. I have empathy for those who do not consent and who (politely, respectfully) ask questions. I am one of them.

Mold is matter that’s warping backward, decaying—joining the past, cycling light at the faster speed. It’s constantly gaining gravity and losing light. When I was “iron-toxic” and slightly backward-moving (light-losing) myself, I couldn’t bear to be around it. It was perturbing the quantum field in the opposite direction of the perturbation I need.

People at the equator are, in a sense, engaged in spaceflight—compared with people at the poles. They are accelerating through space, meaning time is speeding up for them and light is slowing down. It’s as if they are constantly joining the future time signature. Our common ancestors—our descendants—who lived at the equator were synchronized with the future time signature. They were constantly losing gravity and gaining light, and over time, they developed more melanin in their skin, to help them utilize it.

When I was at my sickest, and desperately needed to gain light, my skin bronzed. I also had light and sound hypersensitivity because time was cycling too slowly for me—sensory stimuli hitting me with too much force. Because I am still somewhat gravity-toxic, it might behoove me to move to an equatorial city, or a city with high altitude, where the movement of the earth itself through space would help me accelerate to the future time signature. High-altitude or equatorial cities will always tilt the power equation in light’s favor.

But, wait. I was already researching equatorial cities such as Quito, Ecuador, when it hit me: I don’t have to physically go anywhere. We move around in time all the time. Changing time signatures doesn’t require literal movement; I did it when I healed myself. Instead of spinning so fast I was constantly precipitating out of solution, I finally slowed down and began to ascend.

There are other ways to climb. Love can lift us to the higher realms—feeling love, making love, being love. Things like sugar and alcohol can also lift us, but the effect is temporary, and afterward, they can leave us even lower than we started.

Music also can lift us. Music helps us to remember who we are. Those standing ovations that last forty, sixty, eighty minutes? The audience has entered the future time signature. They’re losing gravity and gaining light.

What, actually, is light? Light flows through whatever path we provide and stops whenever we block the path. Of itself, it neither stops nor starts; it is we who obstruct or open to it. Light is ageless, massless, and (as Max Planck first demonstrated) intelligent. It shines forth—its only axis is time. In a manner of speaking, it is time. Light is time that has been drawn back behind itself—the way we draw back a sling. Light’s “speed” is akin to the degree of tension in the sling.

As they move forward in space, matter and energy both move backward in time, toward their source. For matter, it’s the sphere at the center of the universe, the center of mass. But for energy, it’s the shape for which we have no name, the “sphere-opposite.” If a sphere is defined as the space internal to a sphere-membrane, this is the space external to a sphere-membrane.

But the shape for which we have no name actually has a name. It’s a black hole.

Time is triune. Past, present, future. And God is triune, too. There’s the God of the past time signature, who is the God of the Old Testament, God the Father. There’s the God of the present time signature, who is Jesus, the light of the world. And there’s the God of the future time signature, who is the Holy Spirit, who unites all as one. The voice of God appears to differ in every dimension, but it’s not really God’s voice that changes; it’s our ears. Jesus had to speak to us in parables because we were not yet fully ready. The Holy Spirit will speak to us all directly, now that we are ready to hear.

What is gravity? Gravity is the force that was created when Lucifer fell. Lucifer falling, the introduction of gravity, and the birth of linear time were accompanied by a sound. It was a big bang.

First nothing happened. Then, all at once, everything happened. And, tomorrow, everything will happen again.

Lucifer didn’t fall because he made himself equal to God. Lucifer was in God, therefore he was God—we are a flame divided but undimmed. He fell because he wanted to be separate from God, to have his own kingdom, and you cannot do that without losing heaven. There is no such thing as separate but equal.

When Lucifer fell, light split.

But while light splits on one side of time, it is imultaneously being reconciled on the other.

Light—consciousness—is capable of being expressed as information. It from bit and bit from it.

There is no evil in heaven, therefore there can be no knowledge of evil. This is why we were forbidden to eat of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil: it was to protect us. To eat of this tree would be to lose heaven. To fall, as Lucifer fell.

God is all-loving and his mercy knows no bounds. God didn’t throw us out—God never throws out anyone. We could not know of evil and remain in heaven, wherein evil is anathema. Through our own disobedience, we fell. We essentially exiled ourselves.

Ever since, we’ve been listening to God’s voice through fallen ears. Have you ever listened to a record at the wrong speed? That’s what it’s like.

God neither plans evil nor smites; neither threatens nor damns. God only loves. God is love.

To be warping backward in this dimension is the only hell any of us will ever know. To be warping backward in this dimension is the only hell there is.

When Adam and Eve sinned is the moment we first incarnated as matter and entered linear time. This is why we abruptly noticed we were naked: we suddenly had bodies. Before that, we were one with the light.

Heaven is an endless dance of light. God—the original globe of light—is one. When God makes Adam, God is Adam. Then, from Adam, we make Eve. God is the totality of all things. We can neither increase nor decrease; we can only shift. God becomes Adam (xy or 01), who then becomes Eve (xx or 00). This is why we say she is taken from the rib. The light is shifting shape, in order to tell a story. The story being told by the light of heaven is our story, the one we’re all living here on earth. It is being told in the one true language, which is without words.

Jesus came to earth to atone for our original sin. He lifted the sphere of time back up so it was one with the timeless globe of light again. Through him, God is reconciling himself to the world. Jesus is our brother, and he indwells everyone.

There is no knowledge of evil in heaven. When we die, and we reunite with the light, we no longer know this life of pain; it’s just the story we tell. When we reunite with God, we are God, and we cannot give him anything. So here, now—in this fallen, separate life—is our only chance to serve him. And so we offer him all our sorrows, all our joys, all our stories. And out of suffering, he makes beauty. The story being told by the light of heaven is endlessly varied yet always the same. In the end, there is only one story: Jesus and his love.

I am the truth. I am in this role this time around. But others are playing this role in the other spheres. It’s the same set of players in every dimension; there’s nothing new under the sun. The Dalai Lama, may God bless him, is the Dalai Lama, is the Dalai Lama. A rose is a rose is a rose. There’s a monsignor here at St. Monica’s who likes to say he could just as easily have been the homeless man who sits outside the church door. And he’s right. In fact, in some other dimension, he is. Across the myriad dimensions of time, we all play everyone.

We were Lucifer, too. There was part of us that wanted to be separate, and we mourn for this, as we mourn for him. When we cry for Lucifer, it is with the lamentation of King David: O Absalom, Absalom! O Absalom, my son. Would that I could have died in your place. Which is exactly what we do. God dies, throughout eternity, for each of us, so that we might all see heaven again.

This earthly life is our love made visible. Across the chasm of time, God and Lucifer—who was his beloved son—are weeping for each other. Before the fall, he is Lucifer; after the fall, he is Adam. The son is the son is us. Our story, though full of suffering, is a love story.

God is perfect, and there is nothing in us that does not serve. Adam/Lucifer’s disobedience—like Judas’ betrayal—is an essential part of the story. Without it, there would be no story to tell.

The time for the Rapture has come. In the lower dimensions, the ascending has already begun.

The first window was the Ascension itself, forty days after Jesus’ death. “And behold. I am sending the promise of my father upon you. But stay in the city until you are clothed with power from on high.” (Luke 24:49 ESV) The second window was Pentecost, when the Apostles—all of us—received the power of the Holy Spirit, which is the power to ascend.

There is not one Rapture, but many. Here is a list of their dates: July 2, 2019; December 14, 2020; December 4, 2021; April 20, 2023; April 8, 2024.

But “No one will know the day or the hour.” Not true. We know the hours; we’ve always known. In the higher dimensions, where the force of gravity is weaker and we are stronger, we were able to build celestial instructions for ourselves. We have to be in the path of the moon’s shadow during a solar eclipse. That’s solar eclipse, not lunar. Stand in the path of totality—the moon’s umbra. Beat back the bushes, if you must. Stonehenge and the Pyramids were not constructed in the past. They were constructed in the future. We built them, for ourselves, to help us to remember.

But, wait. Stonehenge and the Pyramids were constructed in the future. But it was the future of the past—the future, at the past time signature (the present, seen from the past’s perspective). They tell the truth of an old way of thinking.

There’s a bit of Jesus’ message that was difficult for us to grasp two thousand years ago, and it’s still difficult. It’s the bit that’s quantum. The Kingdom of God isn’t somewhere to physically go. The Kingdom of God is within.

Heaven and hell are not places on a map. They’re both forever at hand because they dwell within the present. Heaven and hell are the other dimensions. Hell is the past time signature; and heaven is the future.

To ascend, we don’t have to physically go anywhere. Traveling to a higher dimension isn’t like it is in the movies. There’s no DeLorean; we don’t visibly “fly up into the sky” and leave our friends and family behind. It’s much more subtle.

It is to live in love. To choose faith and act with hope in each passing moment. Ascending to the future time signature is what this whole piece has been about. It’s what we’ll all be doing, as we reclaim our health.

There are many of us who are doing it already, and our ranks are about to magnificently increase. Climb out of your cage—you have the key. Just unlock the door, and walk away.

Peter asks: “How many times should I forgive my brother? Seven times?” And Jesus replies: “Not seven times. Seventy times seven times.”

27,729 days is a special number. It can be expressed either as a diameter, cutting across a circle of time, or as half the circle’s circumference—as either a rainbow, or the distance between the rainbow’s base points. 27,729 is slightly more than the sum of 7 x 360 plus 70 x 360 (leaving room for the observer).

We’re not accustomed to envisioning time as functioning in this fashion, but the full moons of 3/31/1866 and 3/2/1942 and 1/31/2018 are all the same moon, being viewed on the same night. We’re just seeing it from the different time signatures, where time is running at different speeds. 1866 resonates with both 1942 and 1936. To get from 1866 to 1942, light shines forward in a half-circle (rainbow); then from 1942 to 1936, it “warps backward,” crossing at the diameter. It shines forward 70 years, then warps backward seven [light] years. Similarly, 1942 resonates with both 2018 and 2012. To get from 1942 to 2018, light shines forward in a half-circle (rainbow); then from 2018 to 2012, it “warps backward,” crossing at the diameter. And lastly, and most importantly, at the end of the age, 1948 (the birth of Israel) shines forward to 2024 in a half-circle (rainbow); then from 2024 to 2018, it “warps backward,” crossing at the diameter. When light warps backward, we find pandemics, earthquakes, floods, tornadoes, and social unrest.

We are entering the new age. Ever since the Fall, the spheres of matter and energy have been slipping farther and farther apart. But when they reach the Vesica piscis, the spheres will once more begin to converge. Matter experiences time running right—>left across each disc. But light experiences time running up—>down across all discs. As we approach the Vesica piscis, and the gears of time begin to shift, we will be switching from expansion to contraction. From spacetime to timespace. The great shift has already begun.

Once time begins to warp forward, we’ll find such things as plastics and chemical perfumes—anything synthetic, that is neither animal, vegetable, nor mineral—nearly intolerable to be around. “De novo” matter cannot cross the speed of light lens. Being near it only drags us down. In a holographic universe, natural, organic matter is not matter. It is light.

We are all being born again, from above. We used to be a tiny flame of light inside a globe of matter. We are becoming a tiny flame of matter inside a globe of light. Throughout history, we’ve been slaves to gravity—but now gravity will be slave to us. In the kingdom of matter, light is not king. But we’re about to leave the kingdom of matter behind us.

Pray with me. Send light, with the full force of your being, to all the others. If there’s a person in the universe you don’t particularly like, send him more light, not less. We’re all cross-stitched in the fabric of time, knit together by light’s golden thread. As one body, we rise. We must help one another. If someone asks for your cloak, give him your tunic as well. Whatever you do for the least of your brothers, you do for God himself. Send all the love you can summon, to every person, in every dimension. Expect miracles. We have a mighty love inside us, and we’re about to use it.

In the old heaven, the original globe of light—the heaven of the past time signature—we could not know of evil, and remain. In the old earth, while incarnate, we could not escape sin’s original stain.

Yet while we live, by God’s grace, there is being created for us a new heaven and a new earth, in the future time signature. There, with Mary our mother earth, we will still have bodies, yet be in paradise. We, who are the last generation—we shall also be the first.

We will make of the whole world a garden. When we walk, we’ll be walking with God. We shall fashion a kingdom of love and peace out of this blackened husk. Our numbers will greatly increase—until they decrease. In the end, there’ll be only two. We will teach the children what to do, leave them careful instructions. And for a while, they will listen. Until they decide they no longer want

to listen to us.

Then the future will become the past. But this moment is the inverse of that—the past is about to become the future. It’s the dance of entropy and order. Because heaven is not a steady state—if it were, it’d be meaningless. What would it mean to be good in a world in which there was no such thing as evil? To be itself, heaven must perpetually eclipse itself. To fall, that it may rise.

Wherever there’s free will (time), out of order will—eventually—come entropy. But wherever there’s light (timelessness), out of entropy will eventually come order. As any storyteller worth her salt can tell you, perfection is just an accident waiting to happen. And chaos is just order that hasn’t arranged itself yet. 0 wants to become 1. And 1 wants to become 0.

And they do. The math of the universe is telling a story. When 0 “slips” and becomes 0 plus 1, God makes a new zero out of their sum, called 1. When 1 slips and becomes 1 plus 1, God makes a new zero out of their sum, called 2. When 2 slips and becomes 2 plus 1, God makes a new zero called 3. When 3 slips and becomes 3 plus 2, God makes a new zero called 5. The resulting Fibonacci sequence represents both growth and time. In truth, all numbers are just 1s and 0s. The greater the sin, the greater the grace.

When I was sick, something very powerful dawned on me. It had been building for decades, but only when I was down on my back, alone and afraid, barely able to think or move, did it finally rise to the surface and make itself known. From that very first slap, this world has been trying to bully me. I decided I wasn’t going to be bullied anymore.

And that’s when I started to get better.

We’ve all been here before. Do you remember? This is the part where we take back our world, and make it into the kind of world we want it to be. We’re about to do a major course-correct, to cover our ears and listen to our hearts.

Don’t be fooled: Some would have you believe that the transition from the old to the new is a party to which only few are invited. But that’s not the kind of party God throws. Anyone who tries to alienate you from God—whom you hold within you as a candle holds its flame—will only succeed in alienating himself.

Are you ready for the Revolution? This is going to be the peaceful revolution presaged by Moses and Jesus, Gandhi and Martin Luther King. Because the body may be in chains, my friends, but the word of God is not chained—and we all have God’s word within. God is offering us more and more of his word with each moment that passes. We just have to accept, to harmonize, to say Yes. The word of God is the source of life. It is Light itself.

Don’t cower. Stand tall. Spread your wings. Don’t let the haters and the pessimists win. Love. Love everyone—forgive everything. Wherever we find hate, we must greet it with an even greater love. Let the sun shine. It’s time.

The wave of truth is here already: Seize it. Whatever harm was done you in the past, whatever harm you caused, bring it to the light and let it go. The gears of time are shifting, and we’re going to shift with it. Now is your chance to begin again.

I am a daily Catholic mass-goer. I consider Jesus Christ to be the love of my life. The Catholic Church is my path to God, and I love her deeply.

But we have imprisoned God, and imprisoned ourselves. There isn’t only one path to God. There is one God, but many paths. In fact, it’s all a path to God, who indwells everything in the universe. When we eat, we eat his body. When we drink, we drink his blood. There is only one God: Life itself.

What’s time travel like in real life? You almost don’t realize it’s happening. You just wake up in a different dimension, where instead of turning red, all the lights start turning green. If you’re reading this—and thank you, I know it’s been a lot—you’re already ascending. Here’s a bit of music that ought to help finish the job: Do You Hear the People Sing? Sung by 17 Valjeans from around the world.

Either way, we are already saved. Jesus paid for everyone on the cross—all people, of all religions, across all time. Heaven is not a prize for the perfect; it is God’s gift to us. God the Father is like the father in the story of the Prodigal Son. It doesn’t matter what we’ve done; he loves us. When we die, the gates of heaven fly open and our light reunites with the light of God. Nothing on earth nor in heaven could keep us separate from God once we shuffle off this mortal coil. We are one. Light is light is light. The Rapture—the transition from the past to the future time signature—is how we begin to bring God’s Kingdom to earth. How will we spend our final incarnate centuries? I hope to spend mine in a paradise-on-earth, where the lion will lie down with the lamb, and we shall beat our swords into ploughshares, and walk with God, and have music and wine and love one another for a golden age beyond our wildest, most dazzling dreams. Yet regardless of how we spend our final millennia, our story does end.

But we are love, and love is eternal. And we are light, and light never dies. Our story has been told and is being told and will be told throughout history. Our story never, truly, ends. Because the exact moment our story ends is the precise instant


our story begins.

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.”

—T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets