“A being that is »unlocated, has no innately trenchant position. As it, and other beings like it, are unlocated, they are ‘above’ linear time. For them, linear time is a kind of toy. But it’s a toy of something that »does not actually exist.

You physical body is located in spacetime. But this is not its nature. One could imagine it as a temporary local concretion of features of existence and nature for which we have no language. A point-like appearance which is a mobile convergence of various intangibles. Waves, if you like, but they are not waves the kind familiar to your physics. There’s a resemblance. They are relational waves, flowing in time. A vast orchestra of them.

‘You’ are a particular localization, expression and ‘quantification’ of their properties. I put quotes around ‘you’, because that is not you. At all. That is a kind of toy, actually. A very ‘realistic’ appearance of something »that isn’t actually there.

But it’s compelling to your awareness and concern. So much so that it seems absurd to suggest it’s not real. And it »is real. But the »scope of its reality, compared to you, is »nearly trivial.

Your »mind is not located ‘in your body’. In fact, your mind is »unlocated. Its real home is above and beyond the physical later of existence. It is outside of time.

This mind of yours is not »for thinking any more than a bird is for pecking its way through an infinitely deep slap of concrete. The bird can peck the wall, and your mind can think, but what it is for is impossible to understand rationally. In fact, ‘understanding’ as it is usually used, is for something else as well.

Everything about you is actually impossible. The ‘impossible’ is your Origin, your parents, your natures and your capacities for development. All of your natures are impossible. Fundamentally. Rational thought will never »approach them at all, let alone encompass them.

You mind is ‘for’ a kind of flight beyond time and location, beyond persons and objects. In something I will call M. M is transcendental to everything you have ever imagined. More so, with each instant that passes. M is what »is producing beings, objects, universes and time.

Your mind is outside of time, and can see into all temporalities from there. But this is hidden from your awareness because of both the illusion that you are ‘just your body’, and that the physical »is the real. Neither of those things are even possible, let alone factual, but this is the compelling nature of what happens when your mind dies into these fictions following your birth, ‘when’ for a brief time, you »had not yet acquired them.

There are no ‘separate beings’. M doesn’t produce anything that isn’t an instance of itself, however distinct unique and apparently ‘located’ it may seem. Those beings you see out there are you(m). The stars are your own organs. The sky itself is »less than your mind… but also… its sacred companion.”

— infraheard