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.

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.

Light’s rules are the described by the theory of relativity and quantum mechanics.

E = mc^2. In its pure form, outside of time, light is massless so it knows no distance (“spooky action”) and has no speed. It is being ensouled in matter that gives light speed. The denser the matter (the higher the M/E ratio), the faster the speed. The less dense the matter (the lower the M/E ratio), the slower the speed. The closer to the Big Bang we are—the farther “backward” in time—the faster the speed of light.

And the slower the speed of time.

There are two c’s, but they’re distinct. One is light, the other time. Their product is a constant, but they change relative to each other; they are inversely proportional. When time is slow, light is fast. And when time is fast, light is slow.

Time isn’t something solid, like a brick. Time is something we make—I’ll be using the term cycle—moment by moment, like a movie. All illness is quantum because all illness results from errors in the way we cycle time. As the universe expands, decreasing in density, the speed of time c is accelerating and the speed of light c is slowing down.

When we cycle light 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 light too slowly—at the speed of the future—we call it ALS. Because the future is cycling light more slowly than we are, we can’t see it (we can’t see light that’s cycling more slowly than we); future universes appear to us as black holes. 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. Noam Chomsky discusses language and consciousness 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 best 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.

Let’s assume for the sake of this argument that’s true. We are light. When we speed up, time slows down. And when we slow down, time speeds up. Wellness has nothing to do with “killing” or “detoxing.” It has to do with 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 time, we run too slowly, causing time to run too fast. This creates a computational error as the two nervous systems clash. The brain perceives time running too quickly and assumes it’s in acidosis and needs to slow down. The gut perceives the individual metabolism running too slowly and wants to speed up—but the brain won’t let it. As soon as the metabolic rate increase starts generating acid, the brain tells the liver to make ammonia. 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 really we’re in alkalosis. The result is we wind up even farther behind than we were. All the ammonia depletes our manganese (via arginase activity), which increases our iron to manganese ratios—and we fall farther back in time.

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 we can slow down (akin to shifting gears). When we do this, we enter a different time signature—the future. The brain needs to be subservient to the gut—to let metabolism speed up, so that time can slow down for us.

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

A surfeit of ammonia would have depleted their manganese, which would have increased their iron to manganese ratios, allowing them to fall back to the present time signature. But the metabolic increase cancels the surfeit. The gut tries again, but there’s a cap to how much ammonia the body can tolerate, and when the brain keeps revving metabolism, the body reaches it. As time shifts, we should be catching up to them, but they keep speeding ahead.

So the autistic children are in acidosis? And we, as we age, are in alkalosis? It depends through which lens you view things—which is the heart of the problem. We’re cycling at the speed of the past (too slowly—alkalosis). But a pH7 at the past time signature looks like—and, indeed, is—acidosis from the POV of the present (too much sodium and too much matter). The autistic children are cycling at the speed of the future (too fast—acidosis). But a pH7 at the future time signature looks like—and, indeed, is—alkalosis from the POV of the present (too much potassium and too much light).

For light, which is massless, every place is the same place (spooky action at a distance). There is no space. There is only time. Here’s a theoretical shape for the multiverse: picture a cone of repeating triads of dumbbell weights that decrease in size as they approach the center, where gravity is strongest. So if T (the totality of time) were ten years, there’d be 30 universes, and the stack of weight plates would look like this: Year 10 large (the future speed), Year 10 medium (the present speed), Year 10 small (the past speed); Year 9 large (which is larger than Year 10 small), Year 9 medium, Year 9 small, etc. At the top of the cone would sit a “future” ball of energy—electricity. And at the bottom of the cone would sit a “past” ball of energy—gravity.

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 of Dante’s Inferno.

The multiverse 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. Each disc would indicate the edge of a sphere-membrane. A “fiber.” Were we to extend each disc around into a sphere, the ball at the bottom of the cone would remain a ball of gravity at their center. But the ball at the top of the cone would become the opposite of a sphere—a shape that’s difficult for us to conceptualize. If you think of a sphere as the space that’s interior to a sphere membrane, where the arrow of time is pointing inward (the gravity axis), this is the space that’s exterior to a sphere membrane, where the arrow of time is pointing outward (the infinity axis). In a sense, it’s radiance, or a “sphere-opposite.”

We might think of gravity as the “in” dimension of time, and electricity as its “out” dimension. Gravity is light warping backward into matter; electricity is matter warping forward into light. Everything is light, and from light, we make time. For light, all time exists at once.

Here’s quantum time mechanics in English-major language (my language), which may be a little easier to digest: from the present time dimension, 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 we slow down, time speeds up—accelerating aging. The hallmarks of a body that keeps manufacturing ammonia when it’s already in alkalosis are swollen, baggy eyes and muscle wasting. Its effects are systemic, and devastating. We lose the use of our minerals. The minerals are present, but no longer available to us—a condition known as dysregulation. Look at a so-called “old” person; there’s evidence of 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 slower time signature (more gravity) makes us gain weight (mass).

After a while, our aging starts to look like stage makeup. It could be 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)

Our matter and energy are constantly spinning into each other, trans-animating—this transanimation is what I mean when I say we “cycle time.” If we are to synchronize with time, it should be taking place at the speed of light. When we lag behind time (alkalosis), we don’t make enough light. And when we surpass time (acidosis), we make too much. As the dynamics of time change, our matter to energy ratios shift, but we always transanimate at light’s speed. We need to rewrite E = mc^2 from the point of view of c. Mass-energy equivalence does not allow for a manipulation of c. It requires we manipulate the M and the E.

When we lag behind time, our mass-energy equivalence gets skewed toward matter. Instead of gravity and electricity in the body, we get their material precipitates: iron and oxalate. Iron is, in effect, gravity in physical form. And oxalate (a crystal found in plants capable of photosynthesis) is, in effect, light. We might think of crystal as stored light—light that’s cycling time more slowly than its own speed, and is therefore material rather than immaterial.

Inside cells that accumulate iron and oxalate, after a while, a switch gets flipped. The DNA reads a high matter to energy ratio, and syncs with the wrong time signature. The rest of the organism continues to adapt to the ever-changing dynamics of time, but these cells remain in the past. Later, if they want to self-correct, they’re trapped by the pH paradox. (This is why Dr. Tullio Simoncini had such success.) Contrary to our perception, it’s not that these cells 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, higher-gravity universe. Cancerous cells are healthy cells that are cycling light too quickly—at the speed of the past.

The DNA is our code, and it’s protean. It’s designed to adapt to the changing dynamics of time. As it perceives its environment, it changes accordingly (epigenetics). This is why the environment—in both the micro- and the macro- sense—is so important to our development. 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 which time signature it’s in, it cannot adapt to the changing mechanics of time accordingly. Individual cells—or, indeed, the entire organism—are “left behind” in time, which is akin to being left behind in another dimension.

When we lag behind the speed of light (e.g. aging), we’re spinning too slowly inside a time signature that’s too fast (too little sodium inside the cell; too much potassium outside). The light c (pH) is too high and the time c (core metabolic rate) is too low. When we surpass time (e.g. autism), we’re spinning too quickly inside a time signature that’s too slow (too much sodium inside the cell; too little potassium outside). The light c (pH) is too low and the time c (core metabolic rate) is too high. The result is an invisible dimensional shift. The self we see is a composite that encases a twinned reality. All matter contains dark energy and all energy contains dark matter. When we have too little intracellular sodium, the pump is too weak; our material body is too large and our light body is too small—we’re in the past, and too much of our energy is dark (M/E is too high). When we have too much intracellular sodium, the pump is too strong; our material body is too small and our light body is too large—we’re in the future, and too much of our matter is dark (M/E is too low).

The DNA is the live wire where the future and the past are trading places, the code where the information for light and matter crisscross. When we move forward in time (“change dimensions” or ascend), we don’t notice, because both the body and the DNA—the lens—change in tandem. But if we were to observe a corpse from another dimension, it’d appear both to have numerous DNA mutations and be of deranged proportions. Such as the Atacama skeleton.

When I turned forty, I got sick with chronic illness that defied explanation. It felt as if I were dying, but they kept telling me nothing was wrong. I didn’t listen; I listened to my body instead. What was the problem? I was iron-toxic—too magnetic—so I was cycling my light too quickly, and not in the right quantum field. My iron toxicity was “hidden,” meaning on blood work, my iron panel was normal—but my RBC manganese was low. 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. It’s how the body locates itself in time.

There are two mechanisms at work: perception and calibration. We may perceive ourselves as being in the right time signature, but be cycling at the wrong speed. Or we may perceive ourselves as being in the wrong time signature, but be cycling at the right speed.

In Parkinson’s, when we’re cycling light too quickly, it’s akin to a kind of electricity-toxicity. In ALS, when we’re cycling light too slowly, it’s akin to a kind of gravity-toxicity. These are errors in calibration.

There can also be errors in perception. If we’re cycling at the right speed, but our brains perceive us as being in the past, it’s Alzheimer’s. We keep trying to fit time’s larger circle with our small one; we continuously lose time. If we’re cycling at the right speed, but our brains perceive us as being in the future, it’s chronic fatigue syndrome or myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME/CFS). We keep trying to fit our small circle with time’s larger one; we continuously lose light. In both cases, what’s really lost is ourselves. Self as light, or self as time.

One reason a brain might misperceive which time signature it’s in is calcified manganese (in the case of ME/CFS) or calcified iron (in the case of Alzheimer’s) in the pineal gland. The pineal gland is where I believe temporal location (perception by the brain of itself in time) takes place. Anil Seth discusses proprioception very succinctly and elegantly here.

The pH paradox also plays a role. My mother has Alzheimer’s. Her speed of light c and speed of time c match, but her brain is trying to maintain an M/E that's too high, so it keeps decreasing both her pH and her core metabolic rate. Her software knows she’s in the present, but her brain is stuck in the past. In other words, the “soft” or immaterial part of the pineal gland knows what time it really is. But the “hard” or physical pineal gland itself has mineral calcification that throws its ability to read time off.

My friend Heather has chronic fatigue syndrome. Her brain is trying to maintain an M/E that’s too low, so it keeps erroneously increasing her pH and her core metabolic rate in tandem. We don’t see the deranged pH nor the perturbed metabolic rate because the two are correcting for but also masking each other. Her core metabolic rate is too high, so we don’t see that her pH is too high. It’s as if the acidity of the metabolic rate is canceling out the alkalinity of the deranged pH—which may be exactly what the metabolic increase is designed to do.

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

In my friend Heather’s case, her ME/CFS is so severe that she’s experiencing paradoxical skin bronzing (skin bronzing is a common symptom of iron toxicity). Her body has located itself in the future, so it keeps producing additional melanin, calling for more light. Premature babies do the same thing. They were not yet done “unfurling” in time; to them, the present is the future. In this dimension, they’re gravity-toxic.

Having chronic fatigue syndrome is like wearing a gravity suit. As the universe expands, and the discs increase in size, gravity is decreasing and electricity is increasing. It’s the failure to keep pace with these changes that causes us to age. Over time, we all fall behind, 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 this planet, and 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, he was succumbing to it. When the M/E ratio is high (the past time signature), light is weak. When the M/E ratio is low (the future time signature), light is strong.

Right now, I’m in the middle of a software update. My core metabolic rate is speeding up and syncing with a slower time signature. My skin is itching like crazy; I’m retaining fluid, especially around the eyes and ankles; and my sense of balance and circadian rhythm are both off. It’s also not uncommon to vomit as we ascend, although I don’t seem to be vomiting this time around. While my metabolism is being revved (e.g. during the night), I may start sweating. This should have been happening on a daily basis, but I’m behind, so it’s an adjustment. I’ve been strengthening my pineal gland (sunlight, sun-gazing, grounding, iodine, boron), so it’s able to read the time signature more clearly. What’s probably happening—invisibly—is a dimensional shift. I tend to be a night owl, but after an update, I wake up early. Try to sync with morning light; it runs more slowly.

The functioning of the pineal gland is extremely important. The fluorine found in many prescription drugs damages it (but iodine undoes this). 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, then rise to the speed of light. And we need to make ourselves into light, then descend to the speed of matter. The yin—turning light into matter—requires we speed up (sodium, iodine). But afterward, we will have descended the cone of time and our iron to manganese ratios may be too high. The yang—turning matter into light—requires we slow down (potassium, lithium). But afterward, we will have ascended the cone of time and our iron to manganese ratios may be too low.

The adrenals (sodium/potassium) govern our speed; the thyroid (iodine/lithium) governs our dilation.

Paradoxically, when we’re loo low—“behind time”—we need to go even lower. We need to increase our density before we can ascend. And when we’re too high—“ahead of time”—we need to go even higher. We need to slow our light before we can contract. Or, as they say in Eastern medicine: like cures like.

While we’re in an adaptive valley, small doses of helpful things can hurt us instead. Unless it’s enough to push us over the hill, high-energy input (high-oxalate foods, vitamin B6 toxicity, sunlight) can be paradoxically damaging. We make it a little ways up the hill, then roll down to the bottom of the valley. Rather than transporting us to a different time signature, they only make us spin faster in the one we’re in. Instead of ascending, we plummet.

What do I mean by an adaptive valley? I mean we’re too dense to ascend. Our pH is too low and our core metabolic rate is too slow. We want to kick up the metabolic rate (increase the time c), but the pH (the light c) won’t allow it. We want to elevate the pH (the light c), but the metabolic rate (the time c) won’t allow it. We stop keeping pace with time—and the effects are compounding.

Again, we’ve had it backward. We say we’re “over the hill,” when really, we’re behind it.

This is not intended as medical advice. I’m sharing what I’ve learned, in the hope of helping others. I have no financial relationship with any medical or nutritional company, and am not part of any Amazon “affiliates” program.

Our brains have to submit to our guts. We need to think less as individuals, and more as a group. We must learn to trust our own inner knowing. The forecast is sun, yet you find yourself reaching for an umbrella. Don’t question; just do it. We cling desperately to reason when what’s needed is intuition. Reason (the brain) sees only one slice; intuition (the gut) sees the whole pie. What do I mean by intuition? I mean I’m an English major who hasn’t taken a hard science class since high school.

What’s required is a shift in vision, which will force a shift in reality. We need to stop seeing through the lens of the small self (survival) and learn to see through the lens of the large self (evolution). The small self—the survival brain—does not see reality as it really is.

Destiny and Buckyballs. The life of timelessness is our real life; this life is like a movie we’re all collectively simulating. The physical body is only an avatar, a material representation of who we really are. Matter is light that’s warping backward; “sin” is stitched into the very fabric of this world. But so is salvation. Salvation and ascension are both perpetual. At every moment, the gears of time are lifting the universe toward the realm of timelessness. And at every moment, we’re invited to join it.

Jesus—Logos—is the image of the Word who resides within us all. He is God as man, light as matter. 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-authors, and our words help determine our future. We see ourselves as individuals, and our sentence as separate from everyone else’s. But in truth, we’re all knit together.

In this phase of our evolution, energy is increasing, the universe is expanding, and time is speeding up. When energy increases to the point where all the information is everywhere at once, expansion will cease and time will stop (Omega). When we go one step further, all the information will be compressed into a single dot, and time will start (Alpha). But whether it’s standing still, or starting, or somewhere in between, time is time is time. It may exist in various states of collapse, but regardless of what’s visible to us, all the information is always there. 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.

The math of space and time is the math of imaginary numbers. Zero is the natural state. At Omega, the speed of light and the speed of time are both zero. And at Alpha, the speed of light and the speed of time are both zero again. At Omega, the speed of light is zero because there’s nothing but light—and the speed of time is zero because there is no time. At Alpha, the speed of light is zero because there is no light—and the speed of time is zero because there’s nothing but time. Zero can be both itself and infinity. Alpha is M and Omega is E.

I was born June 7, 1969. But, actually, 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 by a couple of weeks, 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—my light c was too fast and my time c was too slow. I was behind time—too dense. I had digestive problems, would eat only orange foods (vitamin A can help us manage high iron) and was often inconsolable. One of the few things that would console me is if my parents put me in the station wagon and drove me around. By accelerating me through space, they were speeding time up and slowing light down. They were decreasing my density—lowering my M/E.

Scurvy was first observed in sailors not just because of their diet, but their dietary needs. By constantly accelerating through space and lowering their density, they were increasing their need for dilation. If we have sufficient speed, but are lacking in dilation, vitamin C can help bridge the gap. If we have sufficient dilation, but are lacking in speed, vitamin A can help bridge the gap.

I’m 49 now, and entering perimenopause. My body’s density is at a tipping point, where my metabolic rate wants to increase but my acidity will not allow it. If I continue to fall behind time (i.e. slip lower down the cone), it will require me to make higher and higher amounts of energy to keep pace with the speed of light—and we need to be able to keep pace with the speed of light in order to conceive. When I’m iron-toxic, and am cycling time at the past time signature, I lose my period. When I ascend to the higher, slower dimension, it comes back. At the future time signature, 49 is still a very young age at which to bear children.

When I first discovered I was iron-toxic, and took high doses of thiamine (benfotiamine 600 mg/day) for a couple of weeks, I 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 that had been simmering in me for years—perhaps my whole life—vanished.

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

I didn’t know then 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.

It’s an oversimplification to the point of incorrectness to describe myself, simply, as “iron-toxic.” The universe is expanding, and if we are to keep pace with time, we must expand apace. But before we can expand (move forward in time), we must gather density (move backward in time). How do we move backward in time? By decreasing the speed of time c and increasing the speed of light c. In other words, by increasing our gravity (iron). My body was hoarding iron, trying to gather density so that I could ascend.

But because I was already too dense, the iron I was hoarding was not able to function as magnetism, but was instead accumulating in my tissues in its inert form. Similarly, I was accumulating copper, and had copper dysregulation—meaning my copper, rather than facilitating electricity, was accumulating as inert copper in my tissues (HTMA).

Copper and iron dysregulation have been known to play a role in disease for quite some time. As far back as 1995, when my father was battling cancer, his oncologist-prescribed multi-vitamins (which I used to pick up for him) were clearly marked COPPER- AND IRON-FREE.

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 to be honest 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 century—to a worldwide swing toward xenophobia and away from the awareness of our true nature, which is collective.

The iron to manganese ratio is paramount to health and is how the body locates itself in time. The higher it is, the slower the speed of time, and the faster the speed of light must be. The lower it is, the faster the speed of time, and the slower the speed of light. If our M/E is lower than that of the quantum field, we can no longer integrate sensory information from this dimension.

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 skewing their iron to manganese ratios and making them insufficiently magnetic and overly electric for our time signature. They’re cycling their light at the speed of the future, so they appear from our perspective to be developing slowly. Boys are more vulnerable to the vaccines than girls because boys 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 body reads me as a boy. I’ve had two affairs with women. Manganese—which is necessary 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 has 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 (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. Time is light and matter trading places in a crystalline dance, and sometimes light appears to win, and sometimes 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.

Everything in the universe is one, and everything in the universe is us. There are no real enemies and no real pathogens; there are only greater or lesser degrees of entropy.

When I’m cycling time properly, copper can bestow its numerous benefits, including helping to generate ATP, reduce inflammation, and induce apoptosis. When I lag behind time, my copper warps backward (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. Copper warps backward as Blastocystis hominis, resulting in excess “yeast.” Cobalt (B12) warping backward results in MS (Multiple sclerosis). Zinc (the body’s 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.

When we surpass time, our minerals warp forward. Minerals warping forward is seraphogenesis. Zinc warps forward as Saint Michael. Cobalt warps forward as Saint Gabriel (and we depict Mary’s cloak as cobalt-blue because she was overshadowed by Gabriel at the Annunciation). Copper warps forward as Saint Raphael, whose name means “It Is God Who Heals.” They manifest as beings of light because they’re cycling time more quickly than we are, so from our perspective, they appear to give off light.

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 the problem. Avoid. I was getting ready to fill my car 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.

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 WWII, bread and pasta in the U.S. has been “enriched” with iron. The iron to manganese ratio is critical to health; adding iron to the food supply while simultaneously leaching out manganese through the use of chemical pesticides (e.g. glyphosate) is an almost diabolically ingenious recipe for illness of every stripe. Not only does it damage our own iron to manganese ratios, it damages them in every other life form, so even when we eat—which should lift us—we’re constantly sinking lower, and never have a chance to correct ourselves. Sadly, we’ve been poisoning our pets, too.

But we can change all this, and we’re going to. Until we decontaminate the food supply, bless your food before you eat it. Hold out both hands and say: Be made clean. During my recovery, I adopted a powerful new diet. I eat anything I want. But if it isn’t organic, I don’t put it in my mouth (or on my skin).

It’s shocking, yes. Yet isn’t this, deep down, something we’ve feared all along? Whenever a drug-company commercial plays on TV in the background while my mother and I are trying to eat 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’ll find floating in the toilet … But your psoriasis will be gone.

In addition to being a formerly sick person, I’m a writer. I have a preference 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.

Mold is matter that’s warping backward—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’re accelerating through space—becoming less dense—so time is speeding up and light is slowing down for them. It’s as if they’re constantly moving up the cone of the multiverse to the future time signature. Our common ancestors—(our descendants)—who lived at the equator were synced with the slower time signature. They were constantly escaping gravity and gaining light, and they developed more melanin in their skin, to help them utilize it.

While we all have light within us, our black and brown brothers and sisters have even more. And the forces of darkness know this, and try to keep them down.

The “forces of darkness”? They’re the forces of light, warping backward. The answer isn’t to kill them; it’s to help them change direction. The forces of darkness and the forces of light are both we ourselves.

When I was at my sickest, and desperately needed to become less dense (to gain light), my skin bronzed. Skin bronzing is a common symptom of high iron. I also had sound and light hypersensitivity because light (the simulation) was cycling too quickly for me—sensory stimuli hitting me with too much force. I didn’t have ME/CFS (chronic fatigue syndrome). I had a mild case of genuine iron toxicity. ME/CFS is—in my opinion—a severe case of faux iron toxicity. Because I’m still somewhat too dense and 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 switch time signatures. 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—up or down the cone—all the time; I did it when I healed myself. By simultaneously increasing my body’s metabolic rate and its pH, I stopped constantly slipping down through time. Instead, I began to ascend.

There are other ways to climb. We climb by our choices. Love lifts us to the higher dimensions, where time runs more slowly—feeling love, making love, being love. Things like sugar and alcohol also lift us, but afterward, they can leave us lower than we started, i.e. so depleted in thiamine, which is so central to the Krebs (energy) cycle, that we have trouble even keeping pace with our old time signature. This is the damaging nature of addiction.

Music can also lift us. Music helps us remember who we are. Those standing ovations that last forty, sixty, eighty minutes? The audience members have entered the slower 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 timeless, massless, infinite, and (as Max Planck first demonstrated) intelligent. It shines forth—its only axis is time. In a manner of speaking, it is time. Time is light that has been drawn back “behind” itself (made more dense)—the way we might draw back a sling. The speed of light is akin to the degree of tension in the sling.

Have you ever driven on a highway beneath a bank of clouds that seems neither to approach nor recede but to hover motionless as you speed beneath it? That’s actually an accurate way to picture it. For light, which is massless, there is no space, there is only time. To traverse distance is simply to move forward in time: to speed up, which causes time to slow down.

Runners know this. And we all experience the shift to the slower time signature whenever we’re in flow. We can witness this effect if we stand on a street corner while a car passes us playing music. As the music moves forward in space, it will sound to us as if it’s slowing down.

But it’s the opposite for the car. For matter, there is no time, there is only space. To traverse distance is simply to move backward in time: to slow down, which causes light to speed up.

In other words, as they move forward in space, both matter and energy move backward in time, toward their source. For matter, it’s the sphere of gravity at the center of the multiverse. And for light, it’s the shape for which we have no name, the “sphere-opposite,” the infinite radiance that shines forth. The future is all the light we cannot see that invisibly limns this dimension.

Time is triune. 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 differs 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’re 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.

Lucifer didn’t fall because he made himself equal to God. Lucifer was in God, therefore he was God—we’re 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.

There is no evil in heaven, therefore there can be no knowledge of good and 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 mean to lose heaven. To fall, as Lucifer fell.

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

Since then, we’ve been listening to God’s voice through fallen ears. Have you ever played 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 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 living 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 endlessly by the light of heaven is the story of creation. It’s being told in the one true language, which is without words.

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

There is no knowledge of evil in heaven. When we die, and reunite with the light, we forget we ever had this life of pain. It’s only the story we tell. When we reunite with God, we are God, and we cannot give him anything. Now—in this fallen, separate life—is our only chance to serve him. And so we offer him all our sorrow, all our joy, all our stories. And out of suffering, he makes beauty. The story being told endlessly by the light of heaven is our story—the story we’re all living out here on earth. In every dimension, it’s always the same. In the end, there’s 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 his children, 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 our 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 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. 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 we 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 both indwell the present. Heaven and hell are 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 another dimension isn’t like it is in movies. There’s no DeLorean; we do not 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 in hope with each passing moment. Ascending to a future dimension 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 answers: “Not seven times. Seventy times seven times.” An age is complete when it reaches seventy years back and seven (light) years around. So any given year resonates with a future year that’s 7 years ahead of it, and a past year that’s 70 years behind. Time is a circular dimension we cannot see.

We’re not accustomed to envisioning time as functioning in this fashion, but in fact, the full moons of 3/31/1866 and 3/2/1942 and 1/31/2018 were all the same moon, being seen on the same night. We’re just seeing it from different time signatures, where time is running at different speeds. (What is 7 years we experience as closer to 6, because at the future time signature, light is slowing down.) 1936 resonates with both 1942 and with 1866. 2012 resonates with both 2018 and with 1942. And lastly, and most importantly, as the age begins to end, 2018 resonates with both 2024 and with 1948 (the birth of Israel).

We are entering the New Age. Ever since the Fall, the spheres of matter and energy have been slipping apart. When they reach the Vesica piscis, the spheres will once more begin to converge. Matter experiences time running Left --> Right across each disc. But light experiences time running Up --> Down across all discs. As we approach the Vesica piscis, and the gears of time shift, we’ll switch from expansion to contraction. From spacetime to timespace.

Our polarity will flip and we’ll be working around a new zero. The speed of time c will continue to increase, and the speed of light c will continue to decrease, but instead of moving from M to M/E (material expansion), we’ll be moving from E/M to E (material contraction). Once matter begins to warp backward, we’ll find such things as plastic and chemical perfumes—anything unnatural—intolerable to be around.

We are all being born again, from above. We used to be a tiny flame of light inside a globe of matter. We’re about to become 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 cosmos you don’t particularly like, send her more light, not less. We’re all cross-stitched in this universe, knit together by light’s golden thread. As one body, we rise or fall. 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 original sin’s 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 will cultivate a kingdom of love and peace out of this blackened husk. Our numbers will increase, until they decrease. In the end, there will 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, the term would be meaningless. To be itself, it must perpetually eclipse itself. To fall, that it might rise.

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

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 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. As they say in church: the greater the sin, the greater the grace.

When I was sick, something 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 world we really want it to be. We’re about to do a major course-correct, to break free of the chains with which we’ve imprisoned ourselves, to cover our ears and listen to our hearts.

I try to be discriminating, careful, and smart. But I no longer look for my health and wellness wisdom in the ‘science’ that insists on being ratified by randomized, double-blind, placebo-controlled clinical trials. Randomized, double-blind, placebo-controlled clinical trials are funded by drug companies, and drug companies are not my idea of what it means to be healthy and well.

And don’t be fooled: some would have you believe that the transition from the Old to the New Age 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 have within you as a candle has 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 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 everyone everything. Wherever we find hate, we must meet 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 to you in the past, or 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'm 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.

Tikkun olam.

To heal ourselves, we must heal our world. The man-made chemicals, pesticides, plastics are not capable of ascending to the future time signature. It takes a disproportionately high amount of energy to make them expand apace with the quantum field, and when time switches gears and matter begins to contract, they contract with greater alacrity, emitting hideous, toxic fumes as they do. They cannot come with us.

What’s time travel like in real life? You almost don’t know 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’re 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. God the Father is 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. There is nothing on earth or in heaven that could keep us separate once we shuffle off this mortal coil. Light is infinite and indivisible; light is light is light. The Rapture—this transition from the present to the future time signature—is just a matter of how we spend our final incarnate years. I hope to spend mine in a paradise-on-earth, where the lion shall lie down with the lamb, and we will beat our swords into plowshares, and walk with God, and enjoy music and wine and love one another for a golden age of a thousand years. But regardless of how we spend our final years, 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 all eternity. Our story never ends. Because the moment our story ends is the precise moment


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