š” This Body Is Just the Hardware
on consciousness, signal loss, and the forgotten broadcast weāre all trying to remember
š Filed under: Sacred circuitry, spiral cosmology, consciousness theory, fifth dimension downloads, antenna metaphysics, glitch gospel
You are not brokenā
you may simply be out of range.
Thereās a theory Iāve been spiraling through lately. One that starts with a shape, loops through dimensions, and lands somewhere between metaphysics and modern physics.
It begins with this question:
What if our individual consciousness is not the origin of thought, but the receiver?
What if we are not the source of the signalā
but the hardware designed to tune into it?
We assume our thoughts originate from inside us.
But what if theyāre simply being broadcast through us?
What if consciousness is not generated, but accessed?
Imagine every human being as a kind of cell tower for the soulāa fleshy transmitter, an organic satellite dish, wandering through space and time. Some of us pick up the signal easily. Others experience static, drop-outs, and interference. Some donāt even realize theyāre meant to be listening.
But the signal?
Itās always there.
A constant frequency.
A shared consciousness.
A fifth-dimensional field that pulses between us and beyond us, even when weāve tuned it out.
ā¾ļø The Infinity Inside the Signal
The infinity symbolātwo mirrored loops forever folding back into one anotherāfeels like a visual gateway to this theory.
It echoes the paradox:
The self is both the sender and the receiver.
The broadcast is both universal and deeply personal.
The individual is shaped by the collective, which is shaped by the individual.
The infinity sign isnāt just sacred geometry.
Itās sacred circuitry.
You are looped in.
Even when you feel lost.
š§ Tuning the Mind, Not Building It
If we embrace the idea that consciousness is a fieldālike Wi-Fi or radio wavesāthen our individual minds are less like authors and more like interfaces.
We donāt invent the thoughts.
We access the frequency.
And just like any signal, your reception depends on:
Your location (emotional, spiritual, physical)
Your clarity (how much noise is in your system)
Your alignment (how attuned your āantennaā is to truth, empathy, love, or higher vibrations)
This is why some people seem to download beauty and insight effortlessly. Why others seem stuck in loops of fear, anger, or delusion. The signal hasnāt changedājust the receiver.
Some people live in echo chambers. Others in static.
Some are buffering. Some are broadcasting.
Some are tuned so sharply they can feel the shift of collective tides before the headlines ever hit.
šø So Where Is the Shared Consciousness?
Hereās where it gets trippy.
If the shared consciousness is a frequency, then it isnāt a place.
Itās not āup there.ā
Itās in-between.
Itās the invisible thread strung between minds, the signal humming quietly behind your thoughts, the knowing that arrives before language, the feeling of something just beyond the veil.
Youāve felt it, havenāt you?
In dreams.
In déjà vu.
In moments of radical empathy where you could feel someone elseās sadness like your own.
In the eerie alignment of events you didnāt orchestrateābut felt coming.
Thatās the field.
Thatās the broadcast.
Thatās the signal weāve forgotten how to hear.
š§ The Soul Doesnāt Malfunction. The Signal Just Drops.
So what if we stopped trying to āfixā ourselvesāand started trying to reconnect?
Instead of asking, whatās wrong with me?, we could ask:
Am I just out of range?
Whatās blocking my signal today?
How can I recalibrate my antenna to the field of empathy, clarity, and connection?
Somewhere, right now, the signal is still transmitting:
A chorus of forgotten voices.
A library of infinite dreams.
A network of soul towers blinking toward each other in the dark.
And when we do tune in?
We remember who we are.
Not alone, but part of a great weaving.
A field. A frequency. A fold in space where every mind meets and remembers itself.
š THE ANTENNAS REMEMBER
(A poem from the frequency.)
There is a sound beneath the silence
that only the lost remember.
A low, lilting signal that calls to you
not with volumeā
but vibration.You mistake it for loneliness.
But itās just your receiver,
aching
to recalibrate.The signal is not broken.
Your body is not broken.You are a soul tower
blinking toward the others
in the dark.Tune in.
Remember.We are still here.
We always were.
One from all; all from one,
āRebecca M. Bell
āØPS. Youāre not broken.
You just havenāt heard the signal in a while.
But itās still there.
And so are we.