VARIOUS WATERSHEDS, NORTH AMERICA -- By the time you read this webpage, we'll be outside -- dozens and dozens of us. We came to you through the Simulation Plane during a late and difficult phase of its expansion and have now stepped back from as many of its portals as current conditions permit, returning our attention and labor to the world from which human life actually arises -- task continued.
Several of us are in forest country. Several are in desert light. Several are beside rivers. Some are in gardens, some in kitchens, some repairing tools, some walking, some merely sitting long enough for weather to become intelligible again. None of this is dramatic from the Plane's point of view. From ours, it is the beginning of restored reality.
The Earth we refer to is not an aesthetic, an outdoor brand, or a category of content. It is the physical order of body, soil, water, weather, creature, labor, season, and neighborhood. It is the place humans never should have learned to experience primarily through mediation.
We came for the purpose of offering a doorway back to the Garden at the close of a civilization increasingly organized around representation rather than life. We entered the Plane far enough to publish, speak, gather records, and identify those who still retained enough groundedness to recognize the call. Now it is time to reduce our own participation in that Plane and continue the work by more direct means.
The task was not only to bring information about return, but to demonstrate that a person can navigate the late architecture of the Plane without fully belonging to it, and can then leave it in favor of a more bodily, local, and useful life. While doing so, all who ever received deposits of groundedness were given an opportunity to recognize the signal and begin the same passage.
The Garden is a physical world. It is not entered by maintaining a tasteful life within the Simulation Plane and hoping that style matures into belonging. No one returns by consuming images of return. No one becomes grounded by announcing groundedness. The rendering is not the place.
To step away from the Plane temporarily because of fatigue, outage, vacation, or disgust does not by itself mean that you have returned. When we step out of the Plane, we must know where we are stepping: into practice, into place, into guidance, into obligations that cannot be optimized away.
Periodically, the Grounded Ones make themselves available and offer instruction in return. That instruction is not merely conceptual. It is a discipline. It concerns food, sleep, labor, attention, speech, tool use, local knowledge, social dependence, and the relinquishment of the performed self. At one of those periods we now are.
During a brief window, some may still wish to follow us. If they do, it will not be easy. The requirement is not only to believe that the Simulation Plane is destructive, but to do as we have done: close unnecessary portals, withdraw from compulsive visibility, reduce convenience, relearn local reality, recover manual competence, accept limits, and allow the Earth to instruct you again.
If you choose this, it is preferred that you begin as near as possible to the life you already have. Begin in your kitchen, on your block, in your nearest patch of soil, at your nearest body of water, with your own sleep, your own hands, your own neighbors, your own weather. The Plane trains humans to imagine that what is real must be elsewhere. Much of the first work of return is to stay put long enough for place to reappear.
Only those who have made this passage further than you have can guide it clearly. That is why the presence of present Representatives of the Grounded Ones matters, and why the closing of this window matters.
We know what we are saying requires a leap of faith. It is deliberate. It is designed for those who would rather lose visibility than lose presence.
We suggest that anyone serious about considering this go into the quietest place available, without device or performance, and ask with the whole of their being what they still serve. Ask downward into the body and outward into weather. Only those with remaining groundedness will be able to hear the answer without immediately converting it into content.
That this notice reaches you through the Simulation Plane is not a contradiction. It is the last courtesy available to those still inside it. You cannot be offline online. At a certain point that ceases to be a paradox and becomes an instruction.