Preface — In the Author's Own Words
I want to tell you a story. Not a theory. Not a belief system. A story. And like all good stories it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The difference is that this one is true. Or close enough to true that by the time you finish it, the distinction may not matter much.
You have already heard the first half. Science tells it beautifully. Energy becomes matter. Matter organizes. Life emerges. Awareness flickers on. A creature looks up at the night sky and wonders where it came from. That is the descent — Pe, physical energy, flowing downward through successive levels of reality, becoming increasingly dense, increasingly complex, until one day it becomes you sitting here reading these words.
The Architecture of Descent traced that story through the On Architecture. It showed why the universe expands, why black holes exist, why mathematics looks the way it does, why life is not an accident. It told the first half with the rigor it deserves.
This book tells the second half.
Pe descends. Ce rises. It has always been rising. Through every body it has ever inhabited, every void rested in between, every level ascended through accumulated resonance and growing attraction. The descent gave Ce a vehicle. What Ce did with that vehicle is the story science has not yet told.
My mother, near the end of her life, said something that stayed with me. She viewed the world through spiritual glasses — which is to say she paid attention to things the rest of us had learned to dismiss. She said, simply, that the angels were making time go faster. To speed human evolution. She didn't argue it. She said it the way people say things they have already verified for themselves.
I have thought about that observation for a long time. By the end of this book you may find you have too.
What follows is a remembering. Not a theory proposed from Level 1 looking up, but a journey recounted from the other end looking back. Each level has its own surprise. I will not spoil them. But I will say this — the journey ends with a choice, and it is not the choice you expect. And by the time you arrive at it you will understand why no language on Level 1 has adequate words for it.
You have made this journey. You are making it still. Somewhere in these pages is the level you currently occupy, though you may not recognize it immediately. That is fine. Recognition comes when it comes. The universe, as it turns out, is remarkably patient.
Shall we begin?