Information overload.  Mutation rate is accelerating; break away point is drawing nearer.  Larval consciousness is breaking down.  Self identity is based upon information received from the perceptual mechanisms; information is the accumulation of greater degrees of complexity and interrelationship, an unfolding of interconnection.  The accumulation of information is rapidly evolving the human brain in a parallel process to the evolution of the electric techne.  With the harnessing of the electric, the world has been sped up, adding to the asymptotic growth of complexity in life.  In dividing the material from the spiritual, the west has harnessed and captured the force of the species and driven it to accelerate the production of new information; something is crawling out of us, unconscious as we are, and it is filling the biosphere with the self generated artifacts of human manipulation.  This manipulation is leading to the eventual birth of singularity, and at the same time the freeing of the individual from the restraints of time/space and matter.  The perceptual mechanisms are breaking down the sense of self due to the influx of massive non-local perceptual input.

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mimicking moves slide across my chest; translucent lights flicker in and out of the eye at my heart, visions that cascade across my bittersweet tenderness.  This longing becomes unbearable s a fire licks up my soul an whisks it off on wings of troubled faith; unable t let go, yet destined to be pulled up.  Imagination breaks forth upon my fragile frame, gently forcing itself through what cracks I have created; cracks in this cocoon I have made; divine nectar, flesh of Light, leaks from this metal heart, a new form appearing yet veiled to my eyes.  I am becoming something I can not recognize; its sensitive tendrils caress the creases of my mind, whither any sense of separateness I have felt; molten dreams weave their threads over my dark soul, sowing seeds to grow!  Under Light of love, this devotion destroys me; leaves me crying to this void…

I was looking through some old papers today and found a stream of consciousness I write about 5 years ago, around my 20th year or so in this current primate body.  I thought I would type it up for my more reprodicible files.  It seems fitting because it seems to have relevance to many a vein of my current thought involving the Project, and it sub-category, the Game.  It also has a strange quality to it, pre-dating any of my study of buddhism though some of the concepts touched on are close to aspects of the Heart Sutra.  The part that caught my attention while I was flipping through these pages was the mention of "singularity" though this piece also predates any study I have done on the concept of technological singularity, or Mckenna's work with the Hyperdimensional object at the end of time.

At some point I think I also need to do a short article on this "strange attractor" of both history and consciousness, in specific relation to the symbol/number of 89, the black hole, and also AL/LA as another symbol of the same in an alternate way.  The concept of transcendent Nothing or Voidness was a large object of my meditations around the time of this stream of writing, and currently 89 has been on my mind quite a bit as a concept (or a lack of all concept... "there is factor infinite and unknown...")

Anyways, enjoy.

hearts pulse with irridscent glimmers of this future; breathing in unison.  These shadows are falling away; these dead weights are dropping away, leaving us lighter, moving us higher.  There is a wave coming; quietly listening in stillness, waiting to move, waiting to strike, waiting to take action. Calm, composed; clean.  We must be clean, clear, compassionate.  Magick pumps through veins as Vision gestates in our hearts and in our hands; it moves out of us as we begin to vibrate in harmony, as one hallowed chorus our voices will rise up, a symphony of change, of joy, of evolution.  This is the beginning; this is the bridge from one age to a next.

Pieces fall away- as disaster threatens, as complexities rise, as the system begins to crumble, we see that something is left underneath- as the artist has chipped away the excess stone to reveal a work of beauty beneath, so will be find a world underneath this one; a world not of commodity, but of love, of Dream, of Spirit.  Our culture, our media, has filled our heads with a simulation of life, a simulation of love; and it is dead- it has no substance, as witnessed by the ever growing feeling that something is missing, and the only current cure is drugs.  What is missing is mystery, risk, thrill, adventure; in our attemot to arrive at a place of comfort and security, we have given up something else, something much more vital- we have given up Freedom; the freedom to define, to create, to dream- the freedom to face the mystery of life and death with joy and courage.  We have missed life itself.

Every empire must crumble in its time; and each time it gives way to something new, something better, something bigger.  It gives rise to a larger dream.  This time, that dream will be global; we will not return back to the old, nor will we stay with the way things are.  We can change things, one person at a time, one dollar at a time, one word at a time.  It starts with each of us, starts in our hearts, in our minds; it starts when we wake up, when we let in the Light, when we give up and give in, surrender to this energy, to this Self which permeates everything. When we let of our pain, of or struggle; when we move in to those states in between and let go of our attachments, desires, struggles; when we give up this pain and give up our limited sense of seperateness, when we sacrifice ourselves at the altar of service, we find that we only have more; that we have grown, grown wings, exercised our old and sore muscles.  As we work them, as we open, as we sprout, our world will change; as we change ourselves, and each other, so can we change the planet.

Weep now the angel said

For the beauty of the Lord

Is as a heart lost to light;

It is a dove that seeks its nest,

And not finding it

She sings;

Your tears are the embrace

Of your division;

Your broken heart

Is your devotion to love-

It will make you new

To the wholeness of its healing.

Cry now the angel said,

For your tears are the flowering

Of the bitterness of your heart.

Each tear is a dream

For the world to see;

Each drop an eternity

Of devotion.

These tears are my love

As they flow from my heart.

This fire will make me pure

"NATIONAL SECURITY PRESIDENTIAL DIRECTIVE/NSPD 51

HOMELAND SECURITY PRESIDENTIAL DIRECTIVE/HSPD-20

Subject: National Continuity Policy

Purpose

(1) This directive establishes a comprehensive national policy on the continuity of Federal Government structures and operations and a single National Continuity Coordinator responsible for coordinating the development and implementation of Federal continuity policies. This policy establishes "National Essential Functions," prescribes continuity requirements for all executive departments and agencies, and provides guidance for State, local, territorial, and tribal governments, and private sector organizations in order to ensure a comprehensive and integrated national continuity program that will enhance the credibility of our national security posture and enable a more rapid and effective response to and recovery from a national emergency.

Definitions

(2) In this directive:

(a) "Category" refers to the categories of executive departments and agencies listed in Annex A to this directive;

(b) "Catastrophic Emergency" means any incident, regardless of location, that results in extraordinary levels of mass casualties, damage, or disruption severely affecting the U.S. population, infrastructure, environment, economy, or government functions;

(c) "Continuity of Government," or "COG," means a coordinated effort within the Federal Government's executive branch to ensure that National Essential Functions continue to be performed during a Catastrophic Emergency;"

Translated into layman's terms, when the President determines a national emergency has occurred, the President can declare to the office of the presidency powers usually assumed by dictators to direct any and all government and business activities until the emergency is declared over."

Credit: Nigel Buchanan

TWENTY-TWO YEARS AGO, on 26 April 1986, reactor No 4 at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, in Ukraine, blew apart, spewing radioactive dust and debris far and wide.

Ever since, a 30 km 'exclusion zone' has existed around the contaminated site, accessible to those with special clearance only. It's quite easy, then, to conjure an apocalyptic vision of the area; to imagine an eerily deserted wasteland, utterly devoid of life.

But the truth is quite the opposite. The exclusion zone is teeming with wildlife of all shapes and sizes, flourishing unhindered by human interference and seemingly unfazed by the ever-present radiation. Most remarkable, however, is not the life buzzing around the site, but what's blooming inside the perilous depths of the reactor.

Sitting at the centre of the exclusion zone, the damaged reactor unit is encased in a steel and cement sarcophagus. It's a deathly tomb that plays host to about 200 tonnes of melted radioactive fuel, and is swarming with radioactive dust.

But it's also the abode of some very hardy fungi which researchers believe aren't just tolerating the severe radiation, but actually harnessing its energy to thrive.

"Our findings suggest that [the fungi] can capture the energy from radiation and transform it into other forms of energy that can be used for growth," said microbiologist Arturo Casadevall from the Albert Einstein College of Medicine at Yeshiva University in New York, USA.

Fungi are weird, yes. They chow down on everything from decaying plant matter to the more exotic fare of asbestos and jet fuel. But being able to produce their own energy, independent of an actual food source, and use dangerous ionising radiation to boot? That's very new and very exciting, Casadevall says.

In 1999, a robot sent to map the inside of the reactor returned with samples of a particularly black fungi, indicating an abundance of the biological pigment melanin, which also colours your skin.

Though melanin is typically associated with 'protective' properties – absorbing and safely transforming different electromagnetic wavelengths, such as DNA-damaging ultraviolet light – the researchers had an inkling that a more extraordinary phenomenon was allowing the fungi to prosper; something still involving the combination of melanin and radiation, but beyond the bounds of radioactive protection.

After all, even without melanin, many fungi are intrinsically radiation-resistant..."

taken from here