The Universe is a Dance Club : House of YES
2025.03.03 Mon — 08:39 [TS]

It all began as an innocent sounding invitation to fly up to Chicago and go to an EDM concert together. I was more excited to see Quinn again than to go to the concert — some DJ named Jan Blomqvist — but why not? Tho I initially deferred, as the weekend rapidly approached, I starting getting pre-FOMO, and decided to pray about it. I received a positive response to my prayer, woke up with a jolt of energy at 4:45am that day, texted the Quintessence of Bliss herself for confirmation, and immediately booked the flights. The plane would board in 72 hours. It was on. The gears had been set in motion. The Unicorn was awakening.

The day arrived quickly. My flight landed at O’Hare, Quinn picked me up, and we had time to both chill and get an excellent surf-and-turf dinner in downtown Chicago, before changing into our club outfits and heading out to the concert.

I could not have possibly fathomed what lay ahead… the world-shattering profound experience that we would co-create that very night. This story is my best attempt to accurately convey the events and spiritual transformations that transpired that night.

We’ll just call it:

Ride the Unicorn (IYKTYK)

 

Remember that pivotal scene in the movie Contact (1997)? Ellie (played by Jodie Foster) suits up and gets into the spaceship, the reactor spins up, and she ends up travelling through a series of intergalactic wormholes, traversing the fabric of spacetime. On her journey she meets and speaks with aliens, who reveal to her some of the deep secrets of life and the universe. Upon her return, she is told that the experiment didn’t work, and that zero time had actually passed during her supposed 17-hour journey… that she must have hallucinated all of it. She is publicly humiliated for stating her truth, but she never wavers. Her experience and the resulting personal transformation is simply that core to her being, her identity, and her spirit.

ELLIE:
(speaking to Congressional Panel)

I had… an experience. I can’t
prove it. I can’t even explain it.

All I can tell you is that
everything I know as a human being,
everything I am — tells me that it
was real.

I was given something wonderful.
Something that changed me. A vision
of the universe that made it
overwhelmingly clear just how tiny
and insignificant — and at the same
time how rare and precious we all
are. A vision… that tells us we
belong to something greater than
ourselves… that we’re not — that
none of us — is alone.

I wish I could share it.
I wish everyone, if only for a moment —
could feel that sense of awe, and
humility… and hope.

That continues to be my wish.

Last night I had a similar experience. Quinn and I had just come from the Blomqvist concert at Club Outset, and had enjoyed the first hours of the afterparty at Prysm – an epic underground dance venue in Chicago. An unmarked building in Lincoln Park. We were out there on the street, having already danced our asses off for hours, about to summon a Lyft to return home. At that very moment, I saw my buddy Danny, who I had met earlier that night, in his signature snow white Arcteryx jacket and crisp black Nike ball-cap.

He teased us: “What, guys: Can’t dance anymore? Calling it quits and going home? The party’s in there (gestures to the clubs entrance)… it’s really just getting started! …what, are you two too OLD?”

It was that last line that got me. FUCK NO. Me, old? Me, tired? I harkened back to one of my other favorite movie lines, from Molly’s Game (, delivered by a rough and militant Kevin Costner to his young daughter. His daughter has been training hard on the ski slopes all day long, she is exhausted. The sun is setting, and she begs her dad, the coach, to let her go home. Costner scowls and barks “Give me a synonym for tired, and we’ll stop training and go home right now.” She looks at him with bottom lip out, thinks for a long moment, then says : “Weak.” Costner replies: “All right, lets go then.” She looks with total determination, overcoming her exhaustion, and says: “I’m not weak. Lets go. I’m ready to keep training.” And they go. Train harder. Into the dark. Molly Bloom goes on to become a full member of the US Ski Team, competing for a spot in the Olympics. True Story. That’s what it takes. That level of determination and drive.

So, Danny was asking if we were too old, or too tired. What I heard was “too weak.” No. Fucking. Way. Danny’s last name, of course, is Nuttchek… and I felt, in that moment, that he was doing exactly that: checking to see if I had nuts… if I had the balls to keep on dancing, to keep the party going. I looked at Quinn, and said, simply: “We’re going back in.”

But what happened next, instead, was

…THE SHIFT.

I noticed that Danny was wearing a crisp white Arcteryx jacket. Arcteryx is a fairly high-end brand of technical gear, designed primarily for the special needs of rock climbers : light, flexible, warm, durable. His friend was wearing a black North Face puffer, with hood. Not your typical clubbing outfits. And so I asked: “Are you guys wearing those jackets for fashion, or for function?” Danny didn’t totally understand my line of questioning, so he simply responded with “…what?!?”

But Quinn understood, and served as my translator : “Gregory is a serious mountain climber. He sees that you’re wearing technical gear. He just wants to know, do you actually climb mountains, or are you wearing that as a fashion label?”

At this Danny threw his head back and let out a huge laugh. “Gregory, you climb mountains? Fuck yes! Of course I do too! We will climb mountains together! Sky dive! summit! ski! We will do all this, and more!!”

At that moment I knew that Danny could be an authentic adventure partner, possibly for life. I could just read it in his face, in his posture, in his bearing, in his soul. We embraced strongly, each instinctively flexing as we hugged, feeling the other’s firm muscles under our coats.

Quinn got it immediately. She understood what was going on, on many levels. She said “you two need to exchange numbers.” Of course. I brought my phone out. But when I looked at the screen, that’s when…

the Shift really happened. The four of us formed a tight huddle and brought our phones together in the center to exchange info. I looked down at my iPhone’s screen. But instead of the rounded glass rectangle filled with a grid of app chiclets that we’re all so used to, instead i saw a…

QUANTUM WORMHOLE

…suddenly there were no longer 3, but now eight phones. The phones were merging, layering, morphing and dancing. I was ostensibly trying to exchange numbers with Danny. But I was utterly failing at the attempt. In that moment, disoriented, I could barely understand a single spoken word, much less the English language. My hearing was distorted. I was hearing 4 conversations at once, in parallel. I could barely understand the words coming from my own mouth. I was speaking 4 conversations at once. How was this even possible?

I felt momentarily confused. What the fuck was happening?

But in very short order, the reality of the situation dawned on me.

We were no longer on Planet Earth. It was no longer March 1, 2025. We had been transported — to a place outside Space, outside Time. Somehow, our group hug — our human union — and our phones — our magical talismans — had created a cosmic nexus. A vortex. A wormhole of sorts. And inside our sacred container, I began to see, literally, the quantum threads of the multiverse.

They looked like clear glass tubes, within which flowed a smoky black liquid. Suspended within and moving with the liquid were a long string of strange, glowing, fluorescent alien glyphs. The tubes were flowing, fracturing, dividing, branching, interweaving, intertwining, unravelling and merging, right before my eyes… They were the macroscopic chromosomes — the DNA — OF ACTUAL QUANTUM UNIVERSES, IN FLUX.

Somehow, I had been transported to a place of infinite power, choice & agency. My jaw dropped in awe. I couldn’t even see my phone anymore. Everything was morphing and flowing and malleable… and, slowly, it became navigable. Quinn and Danny — perhaps with their consciousnesses still anchored to the 2025 planet earth dimension — started to grow a little frustrated with me. Clearly in that moment, I was incapable of operating my phone. Quinn said: “okay, look, lets just go.” But I would not. Not in 100 lifetimes. It had dawned on me what was happening. The import of this moment for my life. For all our lives. And I was not about to bail. This moment was utterly singular. Who knew if the opportunity would ever happen again?

I said with total sincerity and as much energy and command as I could muster : “Quinn, you have to understand whats happening here. We are no longer on earth. we are sitting at a quantum nexus. We are engineering the actual seed of the fucking universe. This is REALLY IMPORTANT. Please help me navigate this. You have to help me connect to Danny. Please. This is the fate of our universe here. Help me!”

And to her everlasting credit, she fucking did. She took on an air of total calm, looked at me, and said: “I got this.” She turned to Danny. “Danny, give me your phone.” He did. Back to me. “Gregory, tell me your number. Slowly. One number at a time.” I verbally repeated it as a mantra, over and over, the lifeline that it was. My voice sounded scrambled to me, so I leaned in, and with total concentration, whispered the numbers into Quinn’s ear. I knew that that number, that digital bridge between humans, was also a bridge between the eternal Now of the multiverse, and the linear collapse of it into the present day 2025 Earth Chicago Timespace — the consensual shared reality where we all primarily reside and where you are presumably reading this story from right now.

I don’t really know how it went down in that exact moment. I was too busy navigating the quantum threads, weaving and unravelling and pulling and choosing which realities to follow, and which to push aside. The entire universe was morphing around me. We were clearly no longer on planet Earth… or perhaps we were on all possible earths at the same time. A portal. A gateway. A window. Into the very Heart, the Reactor Core of Reality.

At some point, as if from far across a cavern, I heard Quinn’s voice: “You have it. You have his number. We got it done. We’re good.”

And this is where we levelled up. I found my voice again. And knew what had to happen. So did Danny, of course, and he spoke first: “So, are we going back to the party, or not? Everybody ready? Let’s GO!”

And with that we strutted in, the four of us, The Great Adventurers: the King, and his Queen. Straight in to…

THE DANCE-FLOOR at the Center of THE UNIVERSE.

I was wearing my long white pimptastic fur coat. Pink satin lining. It was a statement piece, for sure. With that coat and proper posture, you can pretty much go anywhere you want in most any club. The coat and a healthy dose of dignity and confidence would part the Red Sea.

It was rapidly dawning on me what was happening. And with understanding, my confidence was busting through the ceiling. I fist bumped the bouncers like I was their favorite regular, the returning rock star. They greeted me with smiles and cleared a path for me. The music was deafening. The bass hit hard, vibrating my spine, punching me solidly in the solar plexus. The massive LED panels strobed a continuous high energy light show, perfectly synchronized to the beats. I flowed smoothly past the bar patrons. The dance floor was calling.

I entered the fray. Everything was morphing around me. The walls, the ceiling, the club, the architecture, the bodies, the faces, the people, the floor. Truths were being poured into my consciousness. There is no other way to describe it. These truths, these codes, were simply self-evident, as they stampeded into my brain in a nonstop stream of divine wisdom:

• The Universe is a Dance Floor
• You are no longer on Earth
• This is the Nexus
• This is the placetime where all possible timespaces intersect
• You are navigating…
  not just the physical space
  of a dancefloor in a cosmic club
• you are navigating the actual threads,
  the quantum shards of the multiverse.
• Your physical movement here
  is both real, and a metaphor
• Your thoughts and actions
  steer the consciousness
• anything is possible
• everything is possible
  everything is happening
  all at once.
• You can choose
• you have Free Will
• There is ONLY the HERE space
  and the NOW time.
• HERE. and NOW.
• but we conscious beings maintain an illusion of space and time,
  so that we can stretch it out.
• so that we can experience
  a story, an arc, a narrative.
• you will not be here forever;
  this is a privileged moment,
  a special space
• you are at the nexus point
  where all universes meet
• you can use this cosmic moment to navigate.
• you can CHOOSE the universe
  that you exit out at
• they are not all the same
  …so move carefully,
  and choose wisely.

INFINITE EXIT POINTS FROM THE NEXUS

• in some destinations, you will exit to create great things. to be one of the world’s preeminent adventurers. To participate in building brands — idea vectors, cultural memes — that have authentic meaning and purpose in the world. To be the next Nike. The next Red Bull. To drive humanity forward.
• in others, you will exit out as a crazy homeless person, wandering the streets of chicago, in the middle of a freezing cold night, with wallet, ID, and money lost, wearing a dirty white fur coat… not knowing quite who you are anymore, or even what is real.
• a possibility of negative outcomes.
• a possibility of dying before sunrise.
• Death was acceptable.
  Some universes ended in Death before sunrise.
• In the movie Lucy (2014), Scarlett Johansson’s character achieves superconscious.
  Do you remember how THAT movie ended?

• Its okay.
• Its all actually okay.
• Just ask Krishna, as he drives Arjuna’s chariot into battle, and advises the hero. Sometimes it is the time for killing. and when it is that time, you too may die. its okay. it’s that part of the story. just be sure to…
• go down swinging.
• never give up. never stop.
• The choices you make here & now — in this dance club, on this dancefloor, at this nexus — will determine the collapse of the threads… will determine the destination… will determine which singular universe you wake up into at sunrise.

That was a lot to digest. But it didn’t stop.
Soon enough, even more truths were revealed:

THE UNIVERSE IS A DANCE, AND A DANCEFLOOR

• The Core of the Universe is a dance floor
• The movement is DANCE
• The waveform is Music
• The DJs are the conduit,
  the conductors of the human chorus,
  the divine orchestra

That was the physical motion time metaphor.

And then there was this seed idea, about how the universe grows and evolves and cross-pollinates. And how does this genetic recombination of universes and ideas and energies occur?

it was simply expressed to me as…

SEX. IS. IMPORTANT.

• SEX
• sexual energy
• sexual attraction
• the resounding truth:
• SEX IS IMPORTANT

my own ego extension of this core principal manifested in a thoughtchain that sped through my skull and bones:

• I love SEX
• dance is sexual
• i want to have lots of sex
• the more sex the better
• follow your bliss
• follow your attraction signals
• where you see beauty, be beauty
• merge with what you find attractive
• dance!
• sex doesn’t have to be penetrative intercourse
  (ALTHOUGH THAT IS ITS HIGHEST FORM)
• sex can be a dance
• sex starts with attention
• it escalates to eye contact
  • there is a spark in the eyes
  • a twinkle
  • the spark is LIFE, BEING ALIVE
• it moves to a smile
  • a smile is acknowledgement
  • “i see you. i like what i see.
    i like the way you project.
    i like the way you move.
    i like your energy.
    i like what i am receiving from you.”
  • the smile is reciprocated
• the distance closes between bodies
• the social distance is closed.
• the personal space is entered.
• the dance moves to physical touch.
• a torso. a back. a booty.
• most boldly, a hand.
• the touch transfers energy
• sometimes it is a dead signal — your eyes deceived you — the touch is abandoned, and you both move on
• sometimes it is electric. a connection is made. that connection might last a second, an hour, a year or a lifetime. matters not. energy is transferred. knowledge is transferred. codes are merged. signals are combined.

THE GENETICS OF IDEAS

• this dance space enables the genetics of ideas, of thought.
• that touch leads to dance
• the dance escalates
• the bodies match rhythms
• the bodies touch in more than one place.
• two bodies move as one
• the dance is on.
• signals are being combined, merged, multiplexed.
• genetic ideas are being created, reproduced.
• give and take
• bodies speak. bodies listen.
• in these moments, spoken words are irrelevant.
• there is no talking on the dance floor.
• bodies talk.
• dancing is sex with your clothes on.
  • you don’t need to be physically aroused.
  • the information is flowing
• sexual intercourse makes new humans, on a long timeline.
  • that is one form of evolution
• dance allows the formation of new genetic combinations, in minutes
  • it exchanges and fertilizes movements and feelings and ideas
  • that is an equally important form of evolution
• energies and ideas are exchanged
  • the gears of the Universe turn
  • the Universe evolves
  • Life moves forward.
• the Universe is constantly cross-pollinating
• the gears of the Universe are moving.
• this is how life happens.
• this is how the Universe grows and evolves.

DANCE!

• Dance like your life depends upon it.
• your dance is your body moving to the beat of the music,
• your authentic self shining outward through movement.
• your heart core true spirit manifesting
  in movement of a body
  through physical three-dimensional space
  and linear time.

you don’t need to dance with a partner, of course.

“dance like no-one’s watching”
as the old adage goes.

this is only half the truth.

translation:

• dance like you don’t care about being judged.
• channel your heart through your body
• listen to the music
• FEEL the music.
• BE the music.

FREE WILL

The choices you make with your soul, with your body, with your movement,

…in this moment,
…at this nexus,

you are NAVIGATING the nexus

your choices are determining
which of the infinite multiverse threads
you end up in / on
at sunrise.

the way you are here,
in this moment, in this eternal now,
will determine
where you end up.

with that in mind:

GOOD VIBES ONLY

• no creeping
• no predation
• no leering
• no alpha male testosterone competition for mates
• no fighting.

GOOD.
VIBES.
ONLY.

Good Vibes Only. Good Vibes Only.
GoodVibesOnly. GoodVibesOnly.
GodVibesOnlyGoodVibesOnlyGoodVibesOnly

• I repeated it as a mantra.
• I manifested it in my movement,
  my heart, my eyes, my motions.
• Elevate.
  lift people up.
  don’t put anybody down.
• Be the rave.
  be the party.
  be the champion.
  be your Highest Self.
• be the medium
  through which others
  can see, be, and manifest
  their highest selves.
• when you lift others up,
  the entire universe smiles
• a rising tide
  lifts all ships

THE DIVISION

I was snapped out of my reverie. Someone was gently yet firmly squeezing my shoulder. I stopped dancing, opened my eyes, and turned. There stood Danny, looking right at me, with a compassionate wisdom on his face. Once he had my attention, he said, simply and clearly:

“I think you need to check on your girlfriend.”

Danny was a true friend. I knew this in my soul. I took the advice, immediately.

In a short while, I found her. How was she?

Quinn wanted to Go.

My Queen wished to return to the Castle.

the Nest high above the world.

The SafePlace.
The intimate space,
the quiet space,
the resting & recovery & recharging space.

I briefly considered it.

We had already danced.
We had already trespassed.
We had already tripped.
We had already travelled.

we had been going, going, going…
for hours on end.

It was well past midnight…
weren’t we tired by now?

I looked at Quinn.
there was no part of her that wanted to keep dancing.
The Queen was ready for chill time, for bed time.

Sure, I agreed. We can go now.
We’ve had our fun.

We walked, holding hands, towards the exit.

…but as i passed by the bar on the way out,
i realised, vividly and with near total clarity:

THERE IS ONLY the Eternal NOW

WE ARE IN THE INFINITE FUCKING NOW.
ENERGY IS INFINITE.
THE MOMENT IS INFINITE.

there is no such thing as “tired”

these bodies, in THIS place, this NEXUS,
are mere illusions
mere projections of spirit,
of thought

mere tendrils of materialist “reality”
being projected into a virtual spacetime

the infinite now.

and yet..

this moment
is in fact
ephemeral.

so i asked myself,
and i asked Quinn:

Where is your Now?

Is it on the cold street?
is it in the back of a late model Prius
with strange music on tinny speakers
scooting back home at 2am?

or is it.,.,.

ON THE MOST AWESOME DANCE FLOOR IN THE COSMOS
AT THE INTERGALACTIC NEXUS CLUB?

…where all universes meet,
merge, collide and divide?

what are you going to do
with this Magical Now?

My choice was utterly clear.

in fact, it wasn’t even a choice.
it was a statement of identity
of my belief in the fabric of reality.

I’m going to continue to play
and move and dance
on the dancefloor

until the sun rises
until the trip ends
until the end of the game
whatever game that might be

this is my place
this is my choice
this is who i am

Quinn was tired.
She wanted to go.

I pleaded my case.
She returned to the dancefloor with me…

…and a bit later,
wanted to go home again

we began to argue.
it wasn’t a long argument

I knew what i had to do.

just as my quantum nexus
for me, was not about
being in the back of a Lyft
on a cold chicago street,

neither was my quantum nexus about arguing,
or trying to convince another beautiful soul,
another independent Free Spirit,
what to do with their timespace.

She was free to go.
I was free to stay.

I was staying.
She left.

That was simple.

I turned and headed back into the fray of the dancefloor,
and did not look back.

I continued to navigate, to select.
I moved to the front, right under the DJ decks.
I stretched out my arms, arched my back.
Closed my eyes. Leaned back.
Intentionally, fell.
Trust fall.
…trusting the universe.

It felt like I spun into a backwards somersault…

Where would I emerge?
I wondered…

THE HERO’S JOURNEY

I opened my eyes.
I was standing.
On the dancefloor.
Pretty much right where I had left.

There, once again, was Danny.
My best friend that night.
my Twin Spirit.
we conversed.

we shared ideas.
we aligned.

We knew we were the Champions.
The Adventurers. The Heros.
That it wasn’t about ego.
It was about choosing a role.
There were many roles to play,
and these were the ones we had chosen.

We knew that our Mission on Earth was to elevate everyone else to find THEIR OWN superheroic expression of their soul. To be their highest, best possible selves.  We chest bumped. We talked about the role of violence. How we were peacemakers, and peacekeepers. But we also agreed that as any hero had to do from time to time, sometimes heroes needed to actually fight, to throw down. And when those moments came, there would be no doubt, no hesitation, no fear.

We agreed on one more concept.

There was only one bet to make on life:

ALL IN

You don’t go in halfsies.
You don’t dip your toe into the pool to check the temperature.
You don’t peer over the edge of the cliff before you jump.

You look inward.
You know who you are.
you make the choice,

and you go for it.

You go for it
with every fiber of your body.
every bone, every muscle

You go for it
like your life
depends on it.

…because it does.

because that is how
you move the universe forward.

that is how
you do great things.

that is how
you life a great life.

and life is a fucking precious gift.

it is up to us,
and our choices,
to make the absolute very
best of it.

THE PURE CELEBRATION OF LIFE

Danny and I concluded our conversation,
in agreement on all points,
and began to dance again

I am usually homophobic dancing in proximity to men
I try to position myself closest to women
especially regarding the orientation of my pelvis

Strangely, wonderfully, that night
as Danny and I danced, making eye. contact,
playing, laughing,

I had absolutely zero of those thoughts,
those male insecurities.

It was about goddam time!

And now, Oh my god.
the music
was coming
to a crescendo.

I opened my arms wide,
did a deep backbend,

and let out a
great
barbaric
ROAR.

a genuine, unrestrained,
Celebration of Life.

I realised:

this was the best possible universe,
and we were choosing the best possible path.

there was nothing to fear.

all would be accomplished,
if we only had the courage
to GO FOR IT…

with all our heart,
with all our body,
with all our soul.

we would.
we were.

I laughed with tears of joy
at how beautiful it all was.

at how perfect
this universe
was constructed.

at our ability to choose.

at the power we each had,
contained in our individual hearts, our souls
to craft choices, to create realities, to live dreams.

I continued to navigate
the quantum threads.

Good Vibes Only.

I felt truly competent.
I knew what I was doing.

This was a truly magical place
the place of ultimate choice
the place of ultimate power

i would not leave until the work was done
i would be the last man standing.
the last man dancing

EGOCENTRICITY

My ego, perhaps, started to get to me.

I had a thought.

Why am I a dancer,
when i could be the DJ?

Why am i dancing TO the beat,
when I could be CREATING the beats?

This might have been a step too far?
this might have been an unhealthily swollen ego.

what can i say?
its where i was
in that place
at that moment.

That night, there was little to no hesitation
between any thought I had
and its related action.

Immediately, I made my way across the dance floor,
and ascended to the DJ platform.

A large bouncer blocked my path.

The very same bouncer, curiously, who had stepped aside to allow me up there, not 90 minutes prior.

Good Vibes Only.
I was in no mood to argue or fight.
I walked away.

…the bouncer turned to look the other way.

I bounded up onto the platform.

One step closer to the DJ decks
One step closer to the center of the multiverse nexus
One step closer to the control center.

I am not completely sure what happened next.
I don’t know if i actually touched the deck controls,
or not. (I hope I didn’t!)

I do remember that, unlike earlier,
very few people were up on the platform with me.

hours earlier it had been a small elite crowd,
mostly young go-go dancer women,
a few gangster men
wearing expensive jeans, loose dress shirts,
carrying liquor bottles

this time, i only saw the two DJs.

where were the women?
where was the VIP crowd?
I felt a tug on my coat.

BOUNCE

It was another bouncer, with backup this time.

“Buddy, you can’t be up here. Come on down.”

“Fuck you, I belong here. This is where I am.”

The grip on my coat got firmer.
Another hand closed on my bicep.
I chose not to resist.

I was in the arms of the universe.

The guided me across the platform,
down the stairs,
back to the dancefloor.

I did not like this.
I do not like being controlled.
I do not like being told what to do.
I have, what they call,
“Issues with Authority.”
Have my entire life.

An idea entered my head.

If this is the Nexus of All TimeSpaces,
and this is the Core of the Entire Universe,
what was I willing to do
to stay alive?

would i fight for life?
how strong was my desire to live?
…to live life to the fullest?

The answer came from within,
without hesitation:

FUCKING STRONGER THAN TWO BOUNCERS,
THAT’S FOR DAMN FUCKING SURE

A FIGHT FOR LIFE

As my feet hit the dancefloor,
I violently twisted out from their grasp.

They were surprised enough
to just stand there.

I sprinted back up the stairs,
back onto the platform.

more bouncers grabbed me.
i twisted and struggled mightily.
I hit the floor, still straining.
many hands were on me, from all angles.
pulling, pushing, holding, twisting.
i felt like my arm was about to break.

a thought:
was i willing to sustain injury?

i’m fully in the eternal Now. ride the unicorn. nothing matters here. everything matters here. this is the nexus. this is my character. what i do here and now will define my quantum exit point. it will define the universe i inhabit. fuck to the yes. injury is temporary. life is everything.

…because i was not on earth
i was not in a club in chicago
i was not in our present timespace

i was navigating the core of the universe
i was making a statement
i was forming an identity
i was choosing a quantum shard.

clearly, it was worth fighting for

hell, in that moment?
i didn’t even mind dying for it.

that’s how important this moment was.

i fought mightily

more hands grabbed me

there was five of them now:
large men, all in black,
holding me, pulling me

i started swinging.

they tackled me to the ground.
they stabilized me.
they lifted me off my feet

initially, i resisted.

but past a certain point,
5-on-1
resistance is futile
and the more resistance you offer,
the more power is piled atop of you
to meet your resistance

in the eternal words of Newton:

Every Action is met
with an Equal and Opposite
ReAction.

i could possibly handle two.
five? not a chance.
perhaps I should have been flattered.

and so, going limp,
i was lifted off my feet,
carried down from the platform,
past the dance floor,
past the bar,
out the lobby,
right straight out of the club,
onto the sidewalk,
into the cold Chicago night air.

the transport, truth be told,
was astonishingly compassionate and peacful.

these bouncers were clearly not police.
in fcat, they were consummate professionals.

and me?
at that moment,

inglorious bastard indeed.

THE EXIT IS CHOSEN

well.

that was the end
of my night
on the cosmic dancefloor
at the cetner of the univerese.

I tried to re-enter several times.

i kept thinking:
“how bad do you want it?”
“how important is this moment?”
“what are you willing to do for life?”

maybe I should call Quinn.

i looked at my phone
everything was still morphing

i knew it was deep into the morning.
but the characters of the timestamp at upper right of the screen
were convulsing and morphing

and the analog clock face on my home screen?
to my dancing spirit eyes,
it only had two modes:

1. the dials were spinning
2. it was midnight

In my logical brain,
i knew it was well past midnight

in my cosmic brain,
i knew that there was no time
there was only the Now

midnight was both
the start and the end
of the now

midnight, in miltary time,
was 00:00:00

Zulu.
Zero hour.

it wasn’t yesterday,
and it wasn’t tomorrow

it was the pure essence
of the immediate now.

Yeah, okay, and…

and i wanted to be

BACK ON THE FUCKING DANCE FLOOR
WHERE LIFE WAS MOST ALIVE

i shouldered past the first bouncer again.

a foolish attempt, indeed.

past a certain point,
your resistance to authority
only fuels
the power of authority.

Obi Wan knew this.
When he battled Vader,
after he had proven his prowess,
he simply stepped back,
and dropped his lightsaber.

Obi Wan knew.
could I learn?

After repeated thwarted attempts,
i decided:
the game was up.

the bouncers
were on the verge
of calling the police.

Even with my liberated mind,
my understanding that all possible universes
were taking place at once,
that no matter what,
Everything was Okay

…THAT outcome —
jail, prison,
incarceration, disgrace,
the scorn of my beloved family and friends…
that outcome
was NOT a quantum universe
that i wanted this consciousness
to exit into.

yes, indeed:
at the mention of police,
i decided, clearly and definitively:

I had had enough.

I had done my best.
certain outcomes, indeed,
WERE unacceptable to me.

I struck up a conversation with the bouncers.
initially guarded and cautious,
when they realised that my fight was over,
and that I actually spoke their language
they actually warmed up, opened up to me.
they were, actually,
awesome people.
i feel i built
a bridge
of peace
and respect.

my multiverses were collapsing;
i was nearing the choice.
the exit.

I stood there on the sidewalk
in total shock and awe.

i considered my options:

• i could call a lyft
  (launch the app)
• i could walk
  (launch maps and navigate)
• i could hop into a waiting limo
  (and pay cash, no app required)
• i could try to hitch a ride
  (do kings do this?)
• i could aimlessly wander
  (on the cold cold chicago streets)
• i could try and sneak back in
  through the back door of the club
  (Nooooooooo!!!!)

maybe Quinn was still here?

i fiddled with my phone
everything was still morphing
it was very hard
to see, to focus

the chiclet app icons
were moving targets

somehow, with a mighty struggle,
i was able to discern the dancing glyphs
i was able to call Quinn

it rang
i waited.
three rings. four.
it answered. thank god.

“Hello,
you have reached Quinn’s voicemail box.
Please leave a message
and i’ll get back to you
as soon as possible.”

FUCK.

i waited another 5 minutes,
i called again.

i got voicemail again.

i waited another 5 minutes,
i called again

i got voicemail,
yet again.

i wondered what universe
i had ACTUALLY exited into?

had she gotten fed up,
left me, and ghosted me?

had my insistence
on remaining on the dancefloor
been so offensive
that my consort thought:

“fuck this dude. i’m living my life.
he can figure it out on his own.”

was i now alone on a cold night, bounced out of a club, on the street, with no cash, no credit cards, and no ID?
(i had disrobed and re-clothed so many times with the extreme heat of dance that i felt that every item had fallen from my un-zippered pockets and disappeared. I had totally lost track of my cash, my cards, and my keys.

i sure hoped not.

i was not in the mood for praying.
but i had to accept the possibility.

you know what?

FUCK IT.

I had done my best.
I had trusted my intuition.
I had trusted my soul.
I had fought hard
for what I believed in.
I knew that much.

I had made my choices.
Lets see where this goes.
now:

What Happens Next?!?

 

Well, eventually…
the sun always rises…

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…to be continued…

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FURTHER…

prelude to experience (the theory)

• Quantum Narratives

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the Quantum Movie Canon:

• EEAAO
  • Everything Everywhere All At Once
• the OA
• Run Lola Run
• sense8
• cloud atlas
• lucy
• Travelers (streaming)
• Doctor Strange
• donny darko
• sliding doors
• defending your life

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CURIOUS HOW WE GOT HERE?

My autobiography (in three acts)
details the long & winding road that got me
to the magical nexus of this Here & Now…

Pirate, Soldier, King

Part III : 2004-2024

The True Story of
a Successful Start-up Entrepreneur,
his Descent into the Dark World of Bank Robbery,
his Long Journey through the Labyrinth of Federal Prison,
& his Personal Path to Redemption

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American Adventure

Part II : 1994-2004

a collection of short stories detailing
my myriad wild adventures
spanning the globe

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An American Cult Story

Part I : 1984-1994

a naive teenager’s journey
out of Ivy League privilege
into a bizarre doomsday cult,
and back to life again