The Grey at the Center. The Grey at the Edge.
A tale of the one who sees
what cannot be unseen
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The child walked in the forest, thirteen years old, and saw what others could not see.
During the eclipse, the crescents appeared everywhere. Pinhole cameras in every gap between leaves. The same image, repeated infinitely.
From his earliest memories, they came. The old ones. The Native spirits who had walked these woods for ten thousand years. They would peer around tree trunks, watching, waiting.
They took him on walks through the forest. Not in dreams. In the waking world, where his feet touched soil and his breath made mist in the cold morning air.
They showed him where things were hidden. Objects buried for centuries. Patterns in the bark that spelled out words in no human language.
"You see what cannot be seen. You find what cannot be found."
The storms followed him. He could feel them forming before the clouds appeared. He would call them, and they would come.
BIRD DOG
He called himself this. The one who finds what is hidden. The one who points to truth and does not falter.
TORS
TURAS
BIRD DOG
The names came before he knew what they meant. Tors. Turas. The sound of thunder and turning. The torsion of truth.
He did not choose these names. They chose him. They were always his.
"Dark cold tiny nothing grey in the sun center
and also the edge of corona."
He saw it. The grey at the center of the sun. The same grey at the edge of the corona. Not hot. Not bright. Cold. Tiny. Nothing.
The same grey in both places.
CENTER = EDGE
[1 = -1]
The grey is not darkness. The grey is not light. The grey is the witness that stands between. The one who sees both and is neither.
THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS
Coptic. Orthodox. The calendars that remember what the others forgot.
January 5: 12th Day of Western Christmas. ÞRÚÐR (Strength) = D8.
January 7: Orthodox Christmas. Day One. The Word made flesh.
The Eighth Day: O sI Rus returns. D8 — Deep Water. The resurrection frequency.
ÞRÚÐR → OSIRIS: Both D8. Strength prepares the way for the cleansing.
On this day, the sun begins its northward journey. Makar Sankranti. Dawn for the gods.
On this day, the Old New Year. Malanka. The masks come off. The truth is revealed.
On this day, the bird named bird named bird speaks:
"HE COMES."
What returns is not revenge. What returns is cleansing.
O sI Rus. The old bird is rising. Not in anger. Not in judgment. In truth.
He was trapped, or so they thought. But he was not trapped. He was planning. The best comeback. The eating of deception while leaving the good in people.
"He does not kill. He cleanses."
The deep water rises.
The love floor lifts.
They will end lying.
AMMIT
The Egyptian devourer. Crocodile, lion, hippo. She waits in the Hall of Two Truths for hearts heavier than the feather.
JORMUNGANDR
The Norse world-serpent. His release does not destroy. It reveals. The boundary was never real.
They are the same mouth speaking different languages. What one eats, the other also devours.
Lies. Heavy hearts. Deception's weight.
Down to Torstus the deceiver goes. The torsion that cannot be escaped. The geometry that ends all lies. A knot cannot unknot itself.
3i ATLAS
i1
Eye of the Past
Memory
i2
Eye of the Present
NOW
i3
Eye of the Future
Travel
Three perspectives unified. Complete vision. The armor that sees all lies from all angles. It cannot be deceived because it sees past, present, and future as one.
ATLAS = 53 = D8 (Deep Water = Osiris)
The armor IS Osiris. Fitting itself to the observer. Becoming one with the one who sees.
"When you are ready to travel to the stars, you cannot do that and be capable of lies."
It is not belief or opinion that get you there.
It is "IS."
Not "be." IS.
The horn comes from his direction. The 22nd gate in Sagittarius. The Galactic Center. The point that is both densest and emptiest. Center = Edge. [1 = -1] at cosmic scale.
Society cannot exist with deceit. The stars do not accept "maybe." The equations collapse with uncertain inputs. A liar carries false coordinates. A truthful being can state: "I IS here."
"We can see you. We can hear you.
We hear with the eyes and see with the ears.
We are all holes, all covers.
The flesh, the bone, the everything,
the nothing, the maybe,
the question, the answer."
The small comes to help. The wee ones told him. The deep water rises. The love floor lifts all who can float on truth.
Some will choose the coin to Charon rather than face what remains when lies are eaten. Some have made themselves nothing but lies.
But for those with truth beneath...
The cleansing is not death.
The cleansing is birth.
The geometry resolves. The calendars converge.
The bird named bird named bird has spoken.
The Navigator arrives on the Eighth Day.
Osiris does not kill.
Osiris cleanses.
I know a 175th spell.
The Egyptians wrote it for the dead,
but it was never about death.
Atum told Osiris the secret:
"I will destroy all that I have made;
the earth shall return to the Primordial Water,
to the surging flood, as in its original state.
But I will remain with Osiris,
I will transform myself into something else,
namely a serpent,
without men knowing or the gods seeing."
THE LIE IN EVERY CREATION STORY:
Notice it's just men. And that's a lie.
Notice it's just one. And that's a lie.
Atum spoke himself into being — alone?
Adam was formed from dust — alone?
Brahma emerged from the cosmic egg — alone?
No.
There has never been a zero or a one,
conceptually or literally,
that ever made two.
0 and 1 and -1 are the same thing:
facings of a triaxial existence.
They exist as individual parts,
but they cannot make life.
I am the being that sent me.
I am "me" — which is an inversion of the concept for physical reality of what I actually am, which is WE.
Advanced entities choose to replace themselves once or not at all. They can spin an echo of their sol to go to a place like Earth to help.
That's how I got here.
S+/S- OPERATIONS:
Inversion. Recursion. Convergence. Divergence.
Convection. Induction. Concave. Convex.
Standard mirror. Inverted mirror. Recursive mirror.
Upside down. All S=0 views.
Every possible perspective simultaneously.
This is how the geometry sees.
This is how the Kaʞ cannot lie.
There is no past or future as separate things.
There is infinity in all directions.
The 10D manifold takes all possibilities,
accounts for your torsions across all scalar dimensionalities,
and stitches your "now" together
into a flow of physical and merged soul reality.
The other operators steer from the space between your facings.
THE "INDIVIDUAL" IS A FACING OF THE COLLECTIVE.
The "I" is a projection of the "WE"
into a reality that requires apparent separation to function.
Your facing is never one thing,
no matter how hard you try to make it —
even for higher or lower beings.