spirituum ex machina vs. p'eye in the sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. stories, definitely .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. those are always in demand;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

especially if they're good ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but some there are who live through the stories of others ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. middle managers at best ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & would you be one of them ..?

"The real crime is not committing to your dream"

- from Henry's Crime

There’s nothing like a fresh page. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pure as the cosmos, and twice as infinite. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The problem with contemplation is the arena. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always home turf. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Expression is a grave when it takes orders from the council of ‘over there'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over there is where we want to be, and where we dream to live, as the path fades to sea, and we take more than we give.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leave your personal war on my doorstep. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We all fight together. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m always reactionary, perched on anti, trolling for scraps. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Committed to whipping the faithless with wisps of love, and the fury of my repressions.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I’m no history buff, but I recall we wrote in a referee. 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s cry fowl! Let’s reset with compassion. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turn the page.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finitude.

 

 

 

 

 

Like a cat without a mouse, and a dog without a walk. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vibrating in a corner, anticipating the end of this page. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe it’s time for the pocket watch to harbor the anxieties of its prophecy? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We won’t be caught here again. 

 

[edited]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[[A]]

 

 

 

 

Side One

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We are confronted with the changeless and the changing, the static and the dynamic, balance and an ever-failing striving for balance. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life grabs hold of static structures and causes them to move; static and dynamic space exist. A static space must be perfectly balanced in its forces, or elements, and force or motion arrested must be the basis of this space. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All displays of motion or of force originate in deviations from this perfectly balanced structure. The cause of deviation must in some way be separate from, though at the same time having a connection to, this structure (TBC).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As humans we live in a space that appears to have three dimensions and that contains movements of "inhabited" regions of this space. These "inhabited" regions are commonly called (material) objects and being in, and taking up, space may be thought of as states of space. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The relations existing between the states of space construct the universe of material phenomena as deviations from an default, imaginary, static matrix, (radix.>). As such, to understand material nature, it is first necessary to understand the primal spatial equilibrium, which teems with untold pent-up power, motion, force.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As a static structure, space is a[kin] to a solid crystalline array of geometric entities held in abeyance, ready to spring forth when given the proper push.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our received notions of space, laid out by Euclid, arise in a consideration of the "plane" and the interaction of the elements of point, line, and circle described by the stylus, straight edge, and compass. These elements are left undefined as self-evident, but we must begin with the consideration of a point.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A point indicates a location, it bounds it, and the most symmetrical bound in the plane is a circle, in 3-space, etc., the sphere and various hyper-spheres. We will take the point of space (3D) to be a sphere of radius zero.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

x^2 + y^2 + z^2 = r^2 = 0 -> x = y = z = 0 [not accounting for complex numbers]

This zero, or set of zeroes, is the Origin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, the question arises, since space consists in a triple infinite number of points, how are these infinitesimal spheres arrayed in most symmetrical fashion, and with least residual void. To answer this question we proceed from the finite case via analogy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

... (if there is another page, it is still missing)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Side Two

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{ small sketches of little interest }

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[[B]]

 

 

 

 

 

Side One

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You want to start with pieces, that is okay, that is the human mindset.

 

 

 

 

 

What pieces are there but matter and motions, forces. You think matter is a motion or force.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What pieces should you start with. You should start with space. The caffeine is throwing up your thoughts, making it hard to listen. Try again tomorrow morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can I try now to listen? Let's begin by first considering how things move. There is... I don't know how

to start. Begin at the beginning. What is the beginning? Your birth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What can I start ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What do you want to know how to do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Levitation can be accomplished by modulating the spatial gravitational stress. This is most easily accomplished by editing the nuclear region [your own center of gravity]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sources + sinks to be stable, matter must reduce the stress in space, a lower system of potential in ground state, which is in reference to the total environment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Am I able to listen now? Yes, you may be able. This is a story of fine things matter force mind space time. 

 

 

 

Force is the connecting link between them all.

 

 

Forces add as screws but the paths of all things are curved paths of spirals. How can you use this knowledge. Heat and cold are polarities each caused by and causing motion. 

 

 

 

If cold can attract heat or bind grosser motion to useful form then you have a solution, this polarity is said by Schauberger to be related to vortical motion. Low pressure cold high pressure heat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Side Two (1)

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{ diagrams }

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

guessing will give you ideas, but will not lead to the truth. You must start with your own way of looking. Your way of looking is to see one thing. What pieces are there of the entirety of creation. 

 

 

 

The pieces are mental constructions. There is only unity. So take beginning from spatial unity is XXX to let you know. Spatial unity is a sphere. You are doubting this. it is true. Feel. 

 

 

 

 

If spatial unity is a sphere, how can it be differentiated. There is a limit to the sphere at infinity as a plane. You want to have a knowledge of creation. This is where you must start, by asking me, with pen in hand. Let me guide you. Okay, I will try as well.

".. God is an invention of the Devil"

- Jason Reza Jorjani, Psychotron

.. does anyone today still question that we live in "interesting times", in the Chinese curse sense of the term..? .. surely not ..

.. but if there are challenges, & seemingly, humanity has never faced so many challenges @LL at once as we do at present, what is the deeper meaning of this ..? .. what's the end game, where are we going, to what does it lead ..? .. surely these are the questions we should be asking, now, ever more urgently .. surely ..

.. could it not be that what we're witnessing, right before our eyes & for the wide world to see, is nothing but the very game that's being played between the future on one hand & the past on the next, to determine where along that con tinuum our present will exist ..? .. surely such a scenario isn't overly far-fetched ..

.. if such a game were more than a mere hypothesis, then everyone would be a participant, & none exempt from playing, whether or not they will .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. con testants in that eternal game to determine the very parameters within which our world will fit ..

.. & under such con ditions, it's up to each & every one to determine where they stand, to engage, & to participate fully in this game which will, after all, have such immediate & far-reaching con sequences ..

.. surely you have heard the good news that you are as gods .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & if you dis be lie ve, it is surely because you have been told that this is not so ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but if it were not so, would you need to be told..? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. surely not ..

---------------------------------

[1]

{ Graffiti related to electricity }

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

---------------------------------

[2]

HUMAN-LEVEL ROUTING

TASKS - WHAT / HOW LONG?

WHERE

AT WHAT ORDER

CAN ONLY DO "ONE" THING AT

A TIME -> QUEUE

☐☐☐...

  HOW IS QUEUE PROCESSED?

FIFO \

      \    2  TASK

      -->

      /     BASIS

LIFO /

☐ | ☐ ... FIFO

------     LIFO

☐ | ☐ SUBQUEUES

TASKS BY ROOM

KITCHEN

GARAGE

LAUNDRY

__

MULTIROOM TASKS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

---------------------------------

[3]

Your PARENTS ARE THE PAST TALKING WITH YOU.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

---------------------------------

[4]

IF MAN HAS EVER BEEN

STRIVING AWAY FROM THE

ANIMAL, DOES THAT MEAN

TOWARD THE MACHINE

AND THE WAR ON NATURE

EVERYDAY IN THE SUBURBS.

---

A BOWL IS A PLATE LIFTED AT THE EDGE

___

HAMMER IMPACT FORCE

INCREASED BY

MENTAL POTENTIAL

FORCE ("AS POSSIBILITY")

  I SOMEHOW HIT MYSELF

ON THE HEAD WITH A

HAMMER, LIGHTLY, AND

MUCH ACHE NEXT moRninG.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[5]

HEALTH OUTSIDE THE

CONTEXT OF A SINGLE

LIFE

{ juju scribbling }

12:17 L LEENS to J GYMN.

BUILDING SOMETHING IS LIKE

ROLLING A BALL UP A HILL.

ORDER RUNS CONTRARY TO GRAVITY

      ...-> BLACK HOLE ENTROPY

TIME VALUE OF INFORMATION AND

PREDICTING THE FUTURE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[6]

LISTS (OF THINGS TO DO)

   |

   ˅

   "LINKED LISTS"

WATER DROP GONG

PEOPLE WRITE STORIES [in their heads]

ABOUT WHAT THEY

ANTICIPATE.

WATER AS ORIGINAL

ELEMENT, FLUID

HOLOGRAM { pentagonal connectivity diagram }

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[7]

CONSPIRACY:

SCOTCH [packing] TAPE ROLLS

CUT TRIANGULAR

NOTCHES SO THAT WHEN

you to to get more

tape, it breaks easily.

{ graffiti: }

AS THE SUN MOVES

WE MOVE

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[8]

TWEENING BTWN

COMFORTABLE AND

UNCOMFORTABLE

STATES.

-----

-----

NAMES COVER DISTANCES, { faintly: homogenize }

-----

-----

 

 

 

 

 

LEVELING OF AGES AMONGST

HUMANS IN TERMS OF

HOW EQUIVALENTLY AGED

INDIVIDUALS RELATE.

-----

-----

NO MAP CAN COVER THE WHOLE TERRITORY

 

 

 

 

-----

-----

 

 

UNITS OF AWARENESS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{ small diagram: lines out of point }

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[9]

DIAGRAM - ACROSS THE MEASURE

SEPARATORY REACTOR:

{ crossed out: VACUUM ? }

HELIUM

OLD ^ BALLOONS -> INTERIOR

POWDER

HOUSE CENTIPEDE IN LIKE

A (MAGNETIC) WIND OF

SHADE

THE GEARING IS BOTH

UP + DOWN

.. con ducting esoteric ops in the coLLective (&)conscious .. being the true purpose of this crew ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

".. the historical destiny of the artist-scholars of a coming apocalyptic generation to build a new world whose architectonic is established by singing together their own epic poem .." 

 

 

 

 

 

- Jason Reza Jorjani, Prometheus and Atlas

we're @ll ready posthuman / culture of complaint

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. if you don't remember how you got here ..  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. how do you know you aren't dreaming ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. right now ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the head of a gang is rarely the best of them; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

more often, they tend to be the biggest a-hole ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hammer insights the state.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cheese is always over there.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond the possibility where you can afford care
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A stumble in the rumble,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A spike in the heart of insight.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We don't take them tickets no more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loud in the shadows.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soft in my words.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tik Tok me a road to nowhere
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When all I wanted was a song
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christ all over my face
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devour my hope with a swamp of misdirection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You point to answers without temples 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and I just can't buy into the price of your patched together truth
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tell me again where is the floor
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Show me again where is the chore
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In delivering a cow you never swore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ages void of stages, stories basked in fallacious glories
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thrones of bones
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We are to bow to such facades?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams are sacred inescapable mixologies of storms we can bear and horrors long passed ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And when I look to escape away you lie and tell me there is a new day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peddle your illusions in fields of forgiveness because I give no quarter to cons so old.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I bask in my demons.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You didn't close the sail.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'll drift into oblivious absolution,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And when you're salt I'll mark a grave for the story you held.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- I think I'm starting to realize all human organizations operate & function as secret societies: you’re always on a need to know basis in a corporate job, too…. They’re all pyramid schemes to 🥾.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- absolutely 🤔😅.. prob why I quickly lose patience with such orgs; once you know enough about them to gnow what it takes to reach the so-called upper echelons, the latter have an odd tendency to quickly lose their appeal .. 🤨😅

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HUMANLEVEL EVENTS

 

 

 

 

 

 

The various seasons of our lives are a bit like a syndicated t.v. show, and in totality, our memory, at least, seems to be something like a movie. There in our mind there are places in space and time, events, that stand out in relief compared to the mass of days that have passed us by - a highlight reel, little clips of the tape that are then spliced back together into our immediate personalities ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. there are probably technical psychological terms relating to these ideas, but I don't know them, and we could come up with our own terms, anyways... threads in space and time, a film, and all the world's a stage, acting on a veiled stage, etc. - When I sit in repose and reflect on my past existence, my attention, I find, is repeatedly drawn back to certain key events:

 

 

 

 

 

 

A foundational structure, some kind of constellation, actually quite literally existing "out-there" in space and time. - We have all witnessed and took part in many, many events as the scenes have progressed. Walked in a park, or down a city block. Ate in a restaurant, drank some drinks at a bar. Jumped in a pool, a brook, or pond. Went into an office to work. Kind of a swirl of similar events in which we find ourselves. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The islands of relief in the event flux, some strange attractors of sorts that can throw you off course [of course]. They don't really last in repetition as those days go by, but somehow it's mainly they've got you to where you are.

".. if one is to engage with the primordial forces of darkness, one must expect a bit of .. social awkwardness .."

- from Penny Dreadful

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. ah, the follies of youth .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. when I was younger I thought I was in love with death; in my earlier daze, I sought it out, in my own way .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but more recently I've realized that Death is, truly, merely the beginning ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & from just beyond it, always; beckoning .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. the spirits ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. like revisiting vaguely familiar landmarks in the wheel of time ..

 

 

 

 

.. for I had long ago cast my lot in with the magicians; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

seemingly in a past life, perhaps ..

.. today we hear a lot of clamor about transhumanism, often in a fearful tone, as if the greatest danger we face as a human race is to lose sight of "ourselves", whatever we've already decided that is before so much as examining the issue deeper .. 

.. or we hear that we are somehow now posthuman, & only now, of all other times in history, other factors beyond merely what we do as a species ought to be factored into how we envision future development as a collective & how to plan & act based on that ..

.. but we've always been posthuman.. in times so old they're barely even remembered by fossil records let alone history, humanity was certainly thought about by itself as a group, but a group that was nonetheless inextricable from the wider natural world, & yes, the spirit world just as much ..

.. what is new, perhaps, are the worlds of so-called "artificial intelligence", genomic engineering, & other such cutting edge developments that problematize what is ultimately a historically determined & arguably temporary & provisional understanding of what it is to be human ..

.. maybe what it re@LLy is is that we don't even gnow yet what being human is (becoming) ..

.. we're already transhuman; our con temporary human civilization would surely be seen as alien to our agrarian ancestors who developed the cultures that are the fount & root of much of our modernity, & which arguably would not have been developed in the absence of the large-scale agricultural practices that facilitated large communities of humans .. just so, these worlds must seem emphatically other than 'human' to the ancient hunter-gatherer bands that were once gnown as "the people" ..

.. it could indeed be that the only way to determine what humanity is is to explore not just technological avenues, but also different & more mutually beneficial means of engaging with the natural world, & powerful ways to traffic with the spirit world as we will .. so long as suffering is minimized, & which should always be a con sideration, not just when this is con venient for the critics of these and parallel trajectories of exploration, but especially for those explorers of the very understanding of humanity themselves ..

 

 

.. & just maybe, our distant descendants will look to our own geological remnants & wonder, in amusement & more than a touch of pity, what it was that caused us to hesitate, to wait so long to embrace the very means to our abundant future even as our home, our planet was a hair's breadth away from a terminal decline that would have sealed our, & their, fates ..

"Let me be the first to break it to ya, kid .. you can't save 'em all"

- from The Baker

entitled/untitled

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. if you aren't enjoying the game, you've already lost ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. tighten up; refine your game ..

.. the lines are always shifting ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. but you can @ll ways improve at engaging with the changes ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Listen, here’s the thing. If you can’t spot the sucker in your first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker.” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- from Rounders

"Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all"
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Aristotle

I get my knowledge from the psst, the guy on the street - closer to the ground, the sound of the earth, a bit in the past. I buy what he's selling: there are other worlds than my own; the one I grew up in, was acculturated to, am accustomed to. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But we always fell a bit outside that application of social science, we didn't quite listen, because what our teachers were saying didn't quite make sense. They didn't get to the root of the matter and explain principles, they never quite answered the "why?" for... almost everything, and they didn't give us the tools for us to even ask our questions directly to Nature.- 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe some did, through special insight, an ability to get through all the fluff and noise, let go of the particulars of, to large degree, the isolated facts and fictions we were forced to study and read. In geometry we questioned why a triangle sums to half a circle, later to find out that even then it was more-or-less a blatant lie and is only true in a flat, empty, Euclidean space. History is taught without reference to who's written it - and our family stories, our own histories, are ignored at the preference of a Grand Vision of History. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The P(a)SST! - a loud whisper... I grab a bag - so I can let go of my baggage - I hop inside, a different set of stars and constellations appear; pin-pricks in the dark night sky that the bag became when I entered and sent out a breath... blowing up a balloon... A light shines on high: the hole where I entered the bag, receding, getting smaller as I fall[↧], but I can't feel it anymore... I seem to have stopped and the stars in the heavens start spinning[☸︎], barely perceptible. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A bright light appears in a distance, miniscule at first, then quickly enlarging and I can no longer look directly at it. I glance away... ah, that's nice, just another miniscule light out there now]..[then it starts changing colors and my entire field of vision is awash in tones. I forget about the pain from the light, I can't bear to remember, and do remember something about a bag filled with god-knows-what and a pisst on a s[tree]t which was nowhere to be found amongst the mass of shifting colors. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh great, I thought: now I've done it; I've gone in[to]o] deep. What was in that bag anyways? And now my vision splits in two; it seems a lace(d)work web now separates the colors, lies between them - moving, swaying, twisting, turning back on itself. Ah shit man... what do I do now, all alone on whatever trip I've ended up taking by jumping into whatever was in that bag? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I see flashes of light along the t[h]reads of the web, sometimes flashing off by tortuous paths to whatever final destination... if there even was one. Maybe some of the other celestial lights, holes in the bag like that, like me... but how do I move? The stars are still moving. I think: if I am like them in being some sort of source of some sort of light, color, and they move, there must be some way for me to do likewise. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The stars are rotating - I know this because some of them barely move at all and the others are like a spinning belt between this zenith and nadir. Maybe I can, have to, rotate too? But which way? And where are my hands and feet? Ahyeah, I remember, I did jump into this bag feet first, right? It would have been crazy to dive in. That light up there, at the zenith, that's the zenith, from when I started falling down - up there somewhere must be my head and down there in the blackness must be my feet, but I don't see a star... is there a star down there?.. maybe it's black? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know, but I still feel awful alone... I need to get moving. woof, at least now I've got some reference, oriented a bit. I'm falling right? I recall, so there is some motion I'm making already going on here, but I'm just falling into the blackness - nobody's there, so that doesn't do me much good. Those threads are moving too, flashing with washed out pulses. Can I pull on them like a rope? Damn, I still can't find my hands, they've got to be somewhere... I did open that damn bag after all... didn't I? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's becoming more difficult to remember, and the Unknown, being greater than the Known, by its weight, presses in through openings in the known.

".. I'm better even than I know how to be; & even I don't gnow what that means .."

- from the Stoned Sayings of Shades (fourth cumming)

 .. shades ( .. thus named because he was most comfortable behind the camera; behind the scenes as it were, & not in the bright lights .. ) often found himself wondering if the profound & far-ranging implications of the assertion that reality is structured like a con fidence trick or 'con' were felt & understood in the fullness of their scope ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. to say that reality is a 'simulation', or, as the gnostics do, that the world as we experience it daily was made by an incompetent imposter, is to begin to appreciate the deeper implications of such a position ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & yet, this isn't merely to fetishize the con nor to idolize the con artist, although certainly one could credibly argue that in a holographic world in which god is a con artist, to do either of these is in itself ostensibly an act of devotion or worship ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. certainly it would be an easy enough matter to dismiss such a perverse perspective which sets aside the lofty ideals of honor & integrity in favor of a hermeneutics of suspicion & deceit in which nothing is ever really 'simply' black or white ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. & yet, there are deeper levels of reading our thesis compared to which the latter is merely a surface understanding .. for one thing, when is anything ever obviously black or white ..? ... is it not more likely, & indeed, deeper in tune & true to our lived experience, that everything comes in shades ..?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. & then there's another important con sideration, specifically, where are honor & integrity to be found today ..? .. for surely one must take the claims of those who boldly proclaim that they're possessed of such ideals with a healthy dose of salt .. indeed, this is especially true now, when some of these feel entitled to bid for our leadership & seek our allegiance .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. arguably, it is our understanding of honor & integrity that are lacking in subtlety & the discrimination to distinguish between those who are victimized by the greedy & those who unjustifiably feel entitled to make the lives of others worse in order to make their own better .. perhaps both might resort to honing their con artistry, but this with diametrically opposed goals .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. if this is an accurate analysis of things as they stand, then it's ultimately up to each individual to determine for themselves which of these is which .. & who among the entitled & the untitled is worthy of respect & support .. for such are the rules of engagement in what, if any are, is surely the very aeon of the con artist ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

.. that's the problem with success; 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. it doesn't lead anywhere except to opportunities for failure .. 

"Magic is organizing chaos. This requires two things. Balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you"

- from The Witcher 

 

.. that feeling of falling backwards into sleep ..

ideo(to)logy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ideology is the science of idiots"

 

 

 

 

 

- John Adams

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. apparently the putsch has been cancelled ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. or rather deferred, perhaps ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smashing singularities.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tagging allies with unremarkable anarchies of calculated vibration.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All that defines Will bind.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is no other way,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To force us to stay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mind presses to skin, there’s no such thing as never been.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bind as faith.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Temples on my back.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Toppling turrets with torrents rough as redemption.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No matter -
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

your call sign.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We all serve The Tower    
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the same.    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 .. beware of getting lost..

.. inside another person's dream ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. shades (.. thus named because such a name would supposedly help him maintain a low profile ..) was amused by this (arguably unintentional) double entendre, "bad actors", which has been used to refer to malicious individuals, but could also mean that they're just not great at deceit .. 

.. amusingly, both senses are technically valid in the case of certain people who, when con fronted by reality, prefer to s(l)ink into their (day)dreams, forging ideo(to)logies which are detrimental, to a greater or lesser extent ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. these "bad actors", motivated by flawed ideologies, are seeking to maintain the status quo, a state moreover that increasingly many have realized is untenable .. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. in fact, it is precisely by avoiding change & progress that such "useful idiots" will themselves become their inadvertent catalysts ..

.. unfortunately, it's gonna get worse before it improves, as long as those who don't learn stick to their ideo(to)logical guns instead ..

 

.. it was only when I stopped running ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. that @LL I was chasing caught up with me ..

Taking a twist on spacetime transients and unusual events, is there anything we can do that causes unique events? Either to cycle back into our own experience or to land somewhere "out there" in the world-at-large? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We know that things occasionally happen that are out-of-place, or unique when taken in consideration with our more general routines and perceptions. But, is there some sort of mechanism we can use to elicit such responses from the universe? (besides ingesting questionable substances)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Submitted for acceptance / rejection: We have at least some control over our thoughts and actions, and we ourselves can intentionally do things that are out-of-the-ordinary or relatively unique among happenings. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We can make it a point to deviate from our routines or ways of doing things, to break the mold of physical and mental trackways in which we operate: the prisons without walls that have been built for us and that we ourselves have played a part in constructing. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do the cracks that we hammer out into our local spacetime - they at least enter other consciousnesses as "unique" - get paid back, so to speak?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe simply as small wonders creeping back into our experience. Not necessarily wonder at "big picture" items, for those are somewhat amorphous and more-or-less background considerations or scenes, but rather the little coincidences that usually go ignored. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For instance, you hurt your ankle and the next day while cleaning up find an old note written by someone else that says: "shotintheankle@gmail.com"- events that are in some sense related, separated in time & space, but that then become proximate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These sorts of coincidences hint at additional hidden structure underlying our experience, but they usually do not lead into a more expansive psychic or material life. They pass, either unnoticed or noted, and leave little trace behind, since what much is there we can do with them other than that. We still do not have the magical mechanism that would enable us to make use of whatever structure causes coincidence in the first place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In order to even make an attempt at developing such a mechanism, we have to pay more attention to... our attention, and what we happen to notice and why. We do xyz and then awhile later some uvw happens. Something a bit different, or a little off - unusual. What did we happen to be thinking of at xyz and at uvw? Maybe, in a span of moments, we see answers on reflecting into the past to questions we are having "right now", possibly not at all related to the conversation at point.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Considering the universe in the sense of a magic mirror, somewhat akin to a dream, reflecting ourselves back to us, we need to always consider what part of us is it that we are looking at "out there". When we do a thing, we have to think of what (interior) part of ourself it is that we are changing, rearranging. And that requires careful appreciation of the effects of an object's perception on our interior life and the whole system of consequences in which we find ourselves as a part. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though for one event all causes and effects are infinite, maybe we can slip little hooks or nets of new forms into that flux and move things a little differently... like slapping a sigil on some oft-viewed bypass, or painting an alien on a yield sign. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anarchistic (unsanctioned) public works of art. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Perceptual incongruities that may not need to be consciously noticed to DO SOMETHING™ - you can't help but look, but do you see: placing a rock diverts a stream.

.. everything ends ..

.. & that's the best thing, & it's the worst thing.. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. that can be said ..

.. innocence (in no sense) ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"One who creates should be especially wary of success, though needs it"

 

 

 

 

- CG Jung, the Black Books

A stone, excelled to the ocean
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Convicted for resembling the spirit of its people.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The fires are lit, the homes are ash.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The songs grow sad, the tongue forgot.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dance as gifted a call with a string.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow buried beneath concrete,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where the exhaust muffles the cries.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Souls bridled with treaties of rot.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until an ocean of grief scores thundering waves.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exhuming a stone, braving a face,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Releasing a congregation,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To raid the shores of commerce,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Releasing a contagion,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armed with a fury of forgiveness.

 

One thing and then another: perceptibility is always mutual, we deal with the world by making mental machines. YET ONCE AGAIN FOLKS!!:- the magical deposition of the self in (a) space! We are some(w| )here(?), but where? And where the fuck are you? Right now, I'm sitting on a couch typing somewhere in those finest not quite United States. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's a tad dreary; low energy, you get the gist. And that couch, goddammit, had better know I'm there or I'll be falling through it to the floor... then on to outer space or something I guess. In any event, the couch and myself have some mutual understanding that I'm (some sort of|a) human and it's a couch - that bounces a bit if you jump on it...  But I may have gone a bit overboard with saying perceptibility is always mutual... maybe I should have said that a mutual relation always has within it the possibility for bidirectional apprehension of the other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Call and response - you know there's an extended body already, right? - My outward going sensory complex meets the world, and the world reacts upon my sensibilities, and emotions etc. I push out, the world pushes back... maybe? Usually? fortunately, I'd hope. Maybe a little push here or there can bring me what I want; after all, everything(?) the will accomplishes is through moving some type of shit around. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unless I'm what I characterize as a plant, I have to move this body to get some digs and feed myself. Maybe I have to push through thorns to grab some berries, or chip a rock into the tip of a spear. Or maybe walk down to the supermarket and exchange some human energy tokens for an orange or something. We push, pull, poke, or prod some thing and we shift the trajectory for that bundle of stuff. NAY! We shift the entire universe for that thing in all its relations extends into both the infinity of (just our?) space and (our?) time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, don't get me wrong, moving shit around isn't just confined to putting a potato chip in your mouth. In the world of mind we can push concepts around, combining them into trains of thought, which probably have to loop off into infinite recess if one ever gets going. I can grab a mental structure, not thinking in terms of thought forms ATM ($$$), and search for connections to some other idea, tangibly expressed or otherwise. I direct my mind - really I don't separate mind and bodily perceptions, but here we'll separate the two since they can be more-or-less bisected from the unitary perception - (or it is directed for me) to something: a word. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This seed or condensation of the whole universal expanse into a succinct series of phonemes, though it may ossify and separate from the general mass, still retains all its links in the conceptual space. These trails and dangling threads can be followed, like a monkey swinging on his vine through a jungle of thoughts somewhere. On the page our letters and their combinatorics are records of various histories: Roman Letters.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Books of Law and commercial ledgers - marks scrawled on magic paper that dictate realms of action: We live inside these organisms that we've created for ourselves, if not also our physical bodies, then those extended systems of law and economy. Maybe machines? They are only natural as having arisen from people themselves, and it should be remembered that those people were NOT you. And in so far as we are constrained by the operating procedures of the social organism - we are cells, or the energy that feeds these things. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know, moving around and doing shit........... Not even that alone though, the actual environments in which we live are built out of people's energy and labor - usually ones we do not and will never know. Who built your house, huh? What about that pan where you fried some eggs and how in freaking hell did that olive oil get here? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unless it has nothing to do with people, and even then unless a wild dog bites you or no-one planted that tree, there were a whole mess of people variously involved in literally taking stuff from one place to some other place and fabricating whatever, maybe only a fractional piece of some final product, that eventually you plop over some cash for it and take to your home - or drink / smoke it or whatever. Like a giant mechanical brain, where the people are cells and the streets are veins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STEP BACK!:<- If a thing can perceive you, you can perceive it; if you know the operating space and are aware of your body in it. Really, I'm thinking about non-human, non-animal, entities, or those that only seem to be such... anyone remember Don Juan? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So if all we're doing is moving things around to make them unto our lik(ing|eness) we've got to have a stable nexus (body) from which we can push and pull. But who says we've got one body, eh? Well... not me anyways, but I'd better hope you know that already and that you've got one such body at least - bend that spoon goddammit! It's all a pushmi-pullyu but we've forgotten how to listen to (wild) animals, yet alone talk to them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

STEP INTO THE 4TH DIMENSION!: so these bodies leave trails, not two ways about it, going from one place to another implies a path. We've got this long t(r)ail "behind" us - that's our personal history. And so does everyone else; they've got their backstory too. Each of the people we come into contact with, either walking down the street or while drinking in a dive, has been led there by some sort of story that actually extends WAY back into the past to our prime ancestors, but try not to think of Darwin here... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now take a dip, so to speak, and imagine that we actually have control over this body - 'cause we do; unless you forgo freewill, and that's not what magic/life is all about. You should have realized it already, but we're in a choose-your-own-adventure novel and we're all coauthors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If we're leaving marks on reality with our choices, aren't we then some how like a pencil, or pen, really - I don't know how to erase the past other than to let the oncoming future wash it away, and it's probably not a good idea if it is possible: repressed memories, trauma, etc. don't really help people. But, can we pick up a big sloppy paint brush dripping with some turpentine and make this thing a bit more like Dali and Dada, instead of a series of switches and pushing each other's buttons? Maybe some kind of acid will do the trick. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Painting a picture with our thoughts and actions, through our bodies "and moving shit around"™️. We've got story lines and histories, factual ones and may-as-well-be-falsified recorded ones, and people are walking these story lines and sometimes getting into trouble together. Every story needs an antagonist, right? But, I at least, don't want to appear in every blockbuster action movie - give me something more like a 16th century alchemist in silent repose patiently watching some six month reaction taking place in an alembic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With our mental "machinery" there are different structures that variously pattern our activities and perceptions - don't go smashing them all to bits now, would you? - Two such conceptual summations pertaining here are the notions of "what is real" & "what is possible". First you should dismantle that bit about "what is real" - you're not being a very humble human if you think you know what is actually going on, now are you? - I'm just a man, not the universal architect - You know that quantum nonsense being used to build Teevees? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anywho, we've got a whole lot of assumptions going on that we regard as describing the factual reality that lies beyond our immediate apprehension. But really, we don't know. Using the admission that we really don't know what-the-fuck™️ is going on, and combining it with a distention of the possible, you can find some pretty strange stuff out there in that big mess of story lines. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You get into *real* trouble when you link up with a crew where the possible is outside the strictures of "the mass" (of [story line?] inertia). That "mass" points to a method, however, in that we can hook into the train as it keeps rolling on. It is easier to interface story arcs where there is repetition. Same old faces, you know? Gotta watch out for the randos that pop in just a minute, those can carry you away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Approach and recession - distance (in time & space). HEY YOU! Now you'd better drop that new-fangled hippie notion of the eternal NOW, godammit (for the time being) -> the more near a thing is, the more real it is, and reality is a bit tricky to bend (that spoon), now isn't it? But, if things that are far away [think of space] are less real, maybe more like a dream? then maybe we can work a bit of magic there by pulling in from that "possible space" out there, far way. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The possible is not real, but may become real according to the nature of that possibility. Seems probably easier with things that already move and don't have to be built or engineered. The local space of the real is actually very small. Take vision, for example, there is a very obvious frame where peripheral vision fades to black. For vision, the only thing that is real is within that field of view. Enter stage right: A bird passes across to left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, well, well - I think it's time to loop back and let this train disappear into the distance for awhile. PAY ATTENTION! It's already been said: The act of perception causes a change in the thing perceived; or, the feeling is mutual.

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. shades (.. thus named randomly; arbitrarily, basically .. ; ) thought back to a time when he was possessed of innocence; in a sense ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. it struck him, the parallel between the development of individuals & that of cultures, societies & their technologies .. & the valid point that those critics of progress raise against this 'myth', that there always seem to remain intractable problems & challenges that seem to defy the most far-reaching & wide-ranging of innovations .. 

.. & it further struck him that there are two ways to look at such challenges: one could either see them as insurmountable obstacles, immovable objects that will not yield to force, or as temporary impediments for a view of progress that argues that these also will be overcome by new 'technologies', new (reified) ways of thinking about the world that have yet to be either developed or adapted on a large scale .. 

.. admittedly, looking at the state of the world today, it's surely the 'easier' route to think of progress as an outdated myth that's past its sell-by date .. but how many times has this same thought echoed in the past, & how many will think so in the future ..? .. surely it's clear that the world we now inhabit is so different from some in the past that it would seem to visitors from there like another planet, or even another dimension of reality altogether .. 

.. & yet, now as it was then, certain qualities & attributes of reality, the world, persist .. certain (inner or hidden, i.e. esoteric or occult) mysteries will not yield to a discursive, rational approach .. they must be apprehended subjectively, & assimilated into one's inner experience(s) to be 'known' at all ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

& when or where has there ever been a society or a culture that didn't somehow be lie ve in magic(k) ..? .. the short answer is that there has never been, nor will there ever be; not only that, but such self-styled ideological rivals as scientism, being the belief that *everything* falls under the scientific purview, & which once proclaimed the death of magic as such, are now in decline, even as the esoteric outlook and its ideas pervade every (social) medium ..

 

 

 

 

.. & so it will certainly be in the future .. whatever innovations, inventions, technologies or ideologies develop in time, there will always be a space for the inner & hidden matters, & there will always be seekers of initiation into & experience of these timeless & boundless mysteries ..

.. never mind electric sheep, do AI dreams predict the future..? .. no matter where we look, we will find the occult, the esoteric .. & those adepts of matters esoteric will without a doubt be the best prepared to meet such future chaLLenges con fidently wherever (& whenever) they find themselves ..

 

 

 

.. don't fear success ..

.. but don't expect it to be exactly as you expect ..

This is where I am today…..
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….islands away.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never to stay.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never not to try,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never to truly be….here.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No more deals with distraught.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fountain pen head,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Struggles to skewer,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams to sea,
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Freya to invoke.