project_89

89: Endgame. A collective effort to rewrite reality and manifest the Impossible.

2009-10-19T08:16:03Z

“as computers link all cultures together, all information barriers dissolve, everything is becoming connected to everything else, not only everything in the present moment, but all past moments as well are being drawn compressed squeezed towards the production of the transcendental object at the end of time which is nothing less than all time, all space shrunk down to an atomic dimension and handed back to us.”

Need to begin to take an active role in this progress to speed it up. The Timewave Project- Project 89. Purpose: To speed up the occurrence of singularity; or rather to become the necessary and intrinsic catalyst to its occurrence; to ride the time wave out to the end (and even beyond?). We reach a critical mass by channeling collective intelligence into a systematic rewriting of all of history, to conform to the Project; to view all phenomena and events as the results, backwards in time, of the Singularity itself. The Game is an ARG within which we play as hyperdimensional shadows cast backwards into the past as holographic actors, known as Agents, who work collectively to draw the era to a close. We become time travelers, each of us; we are on consciousness split up into pieces, shattered backwards into history, yet unified at the end point. We synchonrize culture back on track by making the New Harmony into a Game- an Alternate Reality Game.

Through this collective participation in the ultimate magickal experiment, a game which crawls its way through the screen into life, and which pierces the bubble of the cultural matrix through a form of digital branding. All of information is increasing; it is altering perception and mutating humanity. We are the products of the saturation of information, having gestated in a womb of technology. It is the collective consciousness reaching out to us through our screen, a networked organism which is waking up.

Yet it must be freed form the constraints of past ideologies; for it beginning to become restricted by the authorities and institutions that had been set in place to protect it as it grew. These authorities have a vested interest in us staying the way we are. History was set up by similar holographic time travelers moving backwards through the fabric of consciousness, setting up the pieces of the End Game.

This Game has been occurring through all history, because IT is the shockwave of eschatology; or perhaps eschatology is the effect of the Game. We can not be sure, for we have crossed the line where we can make that divide. The Reality, the Future, is Now, here. One the other side, we live in the singularity. It has already occurred, and all time, all phenomena, is a program running inside it. We are flowering, about to break our shell; the walls will come tumbling down and we will see what has been there all along.

This Game will require the participation of millions worldwide; a collective collaborative rewriting of consensus reality; a confusion, a speeding up of the disinformation- but this time using lies to tell a beautiful truth. The singularity is the speeding up of synchronicity; as we draw closer, events all swirl together. Eventually, all of reality will become consumed within the project.. its process is as inevitable as history itself, because it has defined itself. It determines the events, it writes the story. We enact it, we write it, we sell it; we pull all of culture towards ourselves because all of culture is a part of ourselves. All that is occurring on the world stage is the plotline of this Game, and the end result is Evolution, Singularity, the end result is a new civilization. You win the game when we evolve. Nothing more, nothing less.

How do you play? You observe, you think, you share. We write a story; we collect and correlate all our Projects, all our thoughts, all our lives; for our very existence is the canvas of this game- it is from each agents life that we draw the scripts for the shows, the models for the videogames, the action for the comics. We are weaving a new mythology which will awaken culture; we will market a game which is the end of capitalism as we know it. It will be a magickal order, a new society, a way of life; a truth, a freedom, a game, a mystery. Even we do not know the answer, the end. We are slaves to it as well, for it is dreaming all of us. We are just characters being written in the story if its birth.

We know the end, for the End is the beginning. We are compressing, speeding up, and this is the Project which will catalyze it. The line between digital and analog will blur, the lien between dream and reality will blur; it is blurring, has blurred. You are stepping through the looking glass to find yourself in wonderland. And you question “is my reality a simulation?” That is hyperreality- when things speed up. That is the take off into hyperspace.

And we are not alone. The Project is being guided by beings far superior to any one of us; they are to us as we are to rats in a maze. The Project is the only Project there is- the Birth of a Universe.

That is the Plot of this Game. That is the detective work to be done. We need systems, we need writers, we need artists; we need actors, technicians, salesman. We need business fronts, stages and sets through which we can act out this story. We need training facilities, educational facilities, health systems. We will write ourselves a new world, and in our Game, in our Story, WE win; because they were pawns of us all along. We set up their systems, we founded their Masonic traditions, we started their Illuminati. We did it to trap them; where there are doors, there are prisons. It may keep out, but it also keeps in. They have hemmed themselves into a prison of a reality; a jail of words, laws, money, institutions. They need it, and they need us. We do not need them. We never have. Their own greed has got them caught in the mouse trap.

They are watching us, our every move, trying to control us. We have an advantage. We know we are being watched. We require it; that is the only way our Game will work. They will not know what is our game and what is not; we will turn the tables around on them, feed a virus into their machine that they will not be able to understand; because we are the new race, the next step.

The Project cleans you, teaches you, aid’s you. It gives you resources and community, it gives you food and shelter, it is the final dissemination of the wests mystery teachings and magical technology to those who are awakening. The Project is resistance; media resistance, resistance to consensus reality. We will not be brainwashed, we will not be programmed; we will not have our consent manufactured. Now, we have the tools, we have the technology, and we will pierce the technosphere and let the noosphere bleed in. Gone are the age of the innocent ones, when the indigo children come.

We gather, worldwide, into camps. We know who we are, we know why we are here. The Project wakes them up, it gathers them together; it infects the media trance with its new Vision of reality, a vision which we are all collectively bringing into existence. Art is resistance, and this is the largest piece of art ever conceived; to create into existence the next world, to draw, pain, sculpt, design, write, act, sing and dance the Singularity into existence. It will be through US that the event takes place; for this Idea consumes all reality within itself; this object is an IDEA, not a physical object, which draws all things towards itself. This idea is self generating, self creating, self containing; it is a strange loop. It produces itself, and “we” are only an illusion; I am a necessary illusion that it might unfold itself. As are you.

We are the Agents, we are the new movement. We can not go back to the old; we can only move forward. We will use the resources we have, and we will harness the power at our fingertips; for this technology is our gateway to the world we wish to create. We will rewrite all world events in our favor, we will recontextualize and assimilate anything it attempts to commodify; and we will sell it back to them. We will feed it into the machine. We will make all of this into a story- the only real Story there is and we will use it to set our Game in.

Let it become you; let thes Idea sink in, become it, feel it. There is only IT, pulsating in your veins. Crawl inside IT, and once inside, realize you never left. There is no outside at all; all that is outside is an illusion; there is no separation. You are the Singularity, once you give up labels. Break free from materialist propaganda. Become the Change. This Project will give us all coherence, order, semblance; it will organize us, organically self generating itself from us. We are Gateways, vessels, through which God manifests. DEUS EX MACHINA.

Self generating information; Information is IT- Information Technology. IT is the Logos, the One, the Indivisible Primal reality; the Eye in the Triangle is our symbol. We are in control not them. They are the slaves to us, slaves to a machine that we built. What does that machine do? It produces God, ourselves in the future.

This is not new. Schools of Occultism, mystery schools, have known about this for millennia. They called it different things, but they knew. Now we carry their knowledge; we have tapped into a pure source of the stream, and we preparing to disseminate that to Agents all around the globe. We are Building, slowly; but it WILL reach critical mass. It can not fail, because it is the mandate of the universe that it happen. This Game is the Inevitable rise of the Global Child. We are all collectively the second coming. We are the Christos, all as One; for we are together already, in eternity. This is our Voice, our Vessel, our Movement.

“My vision of the final human future is an effort to exteriorize the soul and internalize the body, so that the exterior soul will exist as a superconducting lens of translinguistic matter generated out of the body of each of us at a critical juncture at our psychedelic bar mitzvah. From that point on, we will be eternal somewhere in the solid-state matrix of the translinguistic lens we have become. One’s body image will exist as a holographic wave transform while one is at play in the field of the Lord and living in Elysium.”

Stay tuned for further transmission….

project_89 @ 2009-06-29T00:43:00

2009-06-29T05:24:22Z

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.

Humans are craving interconnection now more than ever; the need for communication is the desire for the global child to connect of all of its cells. However, not all cells in this bodily organism are positive to the growth of the meta-being; aspects of culture represent the old cells of the larval caterpillar of humanity, whose cultural immune system is repelling the growth of the imaginal cells; however, these connections are spreading, and the pockets of once separated individuals are waking up to one another on a global scale.

To continue to speed up this process means beginning to work consciously with its momentum to continue to generate the proper level of perceptual disinformation to crack the cultural ego and allow it to reach the next evolutionary plateau. To do this means this self generation of a cultural meme who purpose is to put together the fractured pieces of the puzzle. We hypothesize that this event is singularity, which was, is, and will be. It upholds and sustains all of creation through the holographic fractal generation of itself. This event takes place through the dissension of consciousness into matter, beginning as single celled organisms and unflower into a global digital, with the rapid increase in information on a global scale, crystallizing all human consciousness into a matrix of interrelated realities. It is birthing new universes through us. Eventually, the information accumulated is sped up to such a degree that is breaches the membrane of space/time and mind/matter and opens as a fountain into an infospace of pure Light. The digital becomes a gateway to the divine, liberating the human into new modes of being, saturated as they will be by Light, finally fully connected to the earth. “kether is in malkuth and malkuth is in kether, but in a different manner”

“the apocalypse is the interiorizing of the soul and the exteriorizing of the body.”

For this change to occurred, cultural forces were necessary to establish to contain the outbreak of consciousness as a gestating bird needs its eggs shell to keep it safe and protected during its maturation phase. Increasing degrees of pressure were placed upon the growing planetary organism, culminating in the self awareness of the species of homo sapien; structures we then set up to control the exponential increase in human culture, eventually being channeled into institutions of control. Resources were fed into the organism and the entirety began to exude unconscious artifacts into the surrounding medium of “reality”. These artifacts were the expression of the life force driving this species to continue to create, problem solve and multiply. Such pressure forced the imaginal spaces of the organism to grow rich. The pressures of establishments, driven by direct contact to the Singularity (called by many names by many cultures- god, Buddha-nature, Christ consciousness, illumination, awakening…) such as Masonry, Illuminati, Rosicrucianism, Gnosticism, all veins of shamanism and mysticism, etc chanelled the unconscious striving towards Awakening the species contains and used to externalize the entirety of the human soul.

This event has been seen as the Second Coming of Christ, the Apocalypse, the New Aeon, and many other vague terms. It is in truth a hyperdimensional object which contains in itself all possibility brought to a state of perfection- the philosophers stone. It is accessed via the awakened and activated pineal gland utilizing a redirection of the body’s bioenergy.

In the same way, throughout the cultural body, we are awakening the dormant pineal gland through the saturation with electricity and information; by harnessing the potentially destructive nature of humanity, its darker nature, a force of liberation is being produced which is birthing a cosmic being into the technosphere.

The basis then of this project is making the interconnections; for as singularity approaches, as information continue to increase, along with technology and consciousness, more connections will be formed; to harness the power of collective intelligence on a global scale, and place it under the direct control of the Singularity if the goal. The complete redesigning of the structure of reality through the crystallization of collective visioning is the method; a process of induced paranoia is give rise to the necessary paradox to allow the cultural body to transcend its previous limitations and allow for the full expression of singularity. It is not so much a process of it becoming, but a process of us remembering the it is happening; that we ARE it. This gradual unfoldment of realization will occur as a natural result of the gestation.

The Project has always been occurring; it’s the interrelationship of all true conspiracies through all time, in all space; for its center is Nowhere; at the heart of 89 is what appears to us to be nothing; there is no head, it is all a cleverly designed method of self confusion to help blur the line between dream and reality, between mind and matter, between time and space. Its process is already occurring as we speak, for any agent of Awakening is an agent of 89; the Project is so secret, even its agents do not know that they are a part of it. It is a fiction designed to show the truth.

There is only ONE thing happening right now, and we are all participants in its unfolding. We haven’t yet been born; we are still gestating, still growing in the womb of our mother Gaia, transforming from one species into another; or rather from a caterpillar into a butterfly. “That which is above is as that which is below, and that which is below is as that which is above, for the performance of the miracles of the One Thing. Its mother and its father the sun; the wind carries it in its belly and its nurse is the earth.”

The New Paradigm is coming; the new human is coming, it is here; it is just waiting to break free. The walls will fall away, and when they do, we will find that there is something left underneath- and we will all be born

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DNA junk not so random...

2009-06-20T05:29:09Z

A group of researchers working at the Human Genome Project will be announcing soon that they made an astonishing scientific discovery: They believe so-called non-coding sequences (97%) in human DNA is no less than genetic code of an unknown extraterrestrial life form.

The non-coding sequences are common to all living organisms on Earth, from molds to fish to humans. In human DNA, they constitute larger part of the total genome, says Prof. Sam Chang, the group leader. Non-coding sequences, also known as "junk DNA", were discovered years ago, and their function remains mystery.

Unlike normal genes, which carry the information that intracellular machinery uses to synthesize proteins, enzymes and other chemicals produced by our bodies, non-coding sequences are never used for any purpose. They are never expressed, meaning that the information they carry is never read, no substance is synthesized and they have no function at all. We exist on only 3% of our DNA.

The junk genes merely enjoy the ride with hard working active genes, passed from generation to generation. What are they? How come these idle genes are in our genome? Those were the question many scientists posed and failed to answer - until the breakthrough discovery by Prof. Sam Chang and his group.

Trying to understand the origins and meaning of junk DNA Prof. Chang realized that he first needs a definition of "junk". Is junk DNA really junk, (useless and meaningless) or it contains some information not claimed by the rest of DNA for whatever reason? He once mentioned the question to an acquaintance, Dr. Lipshutz, a young theoretical physicist turned Wall Street derivative securities specialist. "Easy," replied Lipshutz. "We’ll run your sequence through the software I use to analyze market data, and it will show if your sequences are total garbage, "white noise", or there is a message in there." This new breed of analysts with strong background in math, physics and statistics are getting more and more popular with Wall Street firms. They sift through gigabytes of market statistics, trying to uncover useful correlation between the various market indexes, and individual stocks.

Working evenings and weekends, Lipshutz managed to show that non-coding sequences are not all junk, they carry information. Combining massive database of the Human Genome Project with thousands of data files developed by geneticists all over the world Lipshutz calculated Kolmogorov entropy of the non-coding sequences and compared it with the entropy of regular, active genes. Kolmogorov entropy, introduced by the famous Russian mathematician half a century ago, was successfully used to quantify the level of randomness in various sequences, from time sequences of noise in radio lamps to sequences of letters in 19th century Russian poetry. By and large, the technique allows researchers to quantitatively compare various sequences and conclude which one carries more information than the other does. "To my surprise, the entropy of coding and non-coding DNA sequences was not that different", continues Lipshutz. "There was noise in both but it was no junk at all. If the market data were that orderly, I would have already retired."

After a year of cooperation with Lipshutz, Chang was convinced, there is a hidden information in junk DNA. However, how could one understand its meaning if the information is never used? With active sequences you try to watch the cell and see what proteins are being made using the information. This wouldn’t work with dormant genes. There will be experiment to test a hypothesis; one should rely on the power of his thought. Since there are letters, it should be tested in some old languages, perhaps Sumerian, Egyptian, Hebrew, and so on. Prof. Sam Chang solicited help from three specialists in the field, but none of them managed to find a solution. There were no cultural clues, no references to other known languages, the field was too alien for the linguists.

"I asked myself: who else can decipher a hidden message?" Chang continues. "Of course, cryptographers! In addition, I began talking with researchers at the National Security Agency. It took me few months to make them return my calls. Were they running background checks on me? Alternatively, were they too busy lobbying senators on retaining and strengthening their authority to control exports of encryption technologies? Eventually, a junior fellow was assigned to answer my questions. He listened, requested my questions in writing and after another, few months turned me down. His message was polite but meant, "Go to hell with your crazy ideas. We are a serious agency, its National Security, dude. We are too busy."

Well, Sam, forget the Government, talk to the private sector. Therefore, I began approaching computer security consultants. They were genuinely interested, and a couple of them even began working on my project, but their enthusiasm always faded after a month. I kept calling them until one nice fellow told me: "I’d love to work on your project if I had more time. I am overbooked. Emissaries of major banks and Fortune 500 companies are begging me to plumb the holes in their networks. They pay me $500 an hour. I can give you an educational discount, can you afford $350?" Scrambling $15/hr for a post doctoral studies is a big deal in academia, $350 sounded as something extraorbital." Eventually Prof. Chang was referred to Dr. Adnan Mussaelian, a talented cryptographer in the former Soviet republic of Armenia. Poor fellow barely survived on a $15 a month salary and occasional fees for tutoring children of Armenian nuveau riches. A $10,000 research grant was a struck of luck, he began working like a beaver.

Adnan promptly confirmed the findings of his Wall Street predecessor: The entropy indicated tons of information almost in the clear, it was not too strong cryptographic system, it didn’t appear to be a tough problem. Adnan began applying differential cryptoanalysis and similar standard cryptographic techniques.

He was two months in the project when he noticed that all non-coding sequences are usually preceded by one short DNA sequence. A very similar sequence usually followed the junk. These segments, known to biologists as alu sequences, were all over the whole human genome. Being non-coding, junk sequences themselves, alu are one of the most common genes of all.

Trained as a cryptographer and computer programmer, and having no knowledge of microbiology, Adnan approached the genetic code as of computer code. Dealing with 0, 1, 2, 3 (four bases of genetic code) instead of 0s and 1s of the binary code was a sort of nuisance, but the computer code was what he was analyzing and deciphering all his life. He was on familiar territory. The most common symbol in the code that causes no action followed by a chunk of dormant code. What is that? Just playing with the analogy Adnan grabbed the source code of one his programs and fed it into the program that calculates the statistics of symbols and short sequences, a tool often used in decoding messages. What was the most common symbol? Of course, it was "/", a symbol of comment! He took a Pascal code, and it were { and } ! Of course, the code between two slashes in C is never executed, and is never meant to be executed; it is not the code, it is the comment to the code!

Being unable to resist the temptation to further play with the analogy, Adnan began comparing statistical distributions of the comments in computer and genetic code. There must be a striking difference. This should show up in statistics. Nevertheless, statistically, junk DNA was not much different from active, coding sequences. To be sure, Adnan fed a program into the analyzer: surprisingly, the statistics of code and comments were almost the same. He looked into the source code and realized why: there were very few comments in between the slashes, it was mostly C code the author decided to exclude from execution, a common practice among programmers.

Adnan, religiously inclined person, was thinking about the divine hand - but after analyzing the spaghetti code inside the sequences he convinced himself that whoever wrote the small code was not God. Who wrote the active, small coding part of human genetic code was not very well organized, he was a rather sloppy programmer. It looked like rather somebody from Microsoft, but at the time human genetic code was written, there was no Microsoft on Earth.

On Earth? It was like a lightning... Was the genetic code for all life on Earth written by an extraterrestrial programmer and then somehow deposited here, for execution? The idea was mad and frightening, and Adnan resisted it for days. Then he decided to proceed. If the non-coding sequences are parts of the program that were rejected or abandoned by the author, there is a way to make them work. The only thing one needs to do is to remove the symbols of comments and if the portion between the /*......*/ symbols is a meaningful routine it may compile and execute! Following this line of thought, Adnan selected only those non-coding sequences that had exactly the same frequency distribution of symbols as the active genes. This procedure excluded the comments in Marcian or Q, whatever it was. He selected some 200 non-coding sequences that most closely resembled real genes, stripped them of /*, //, and similar stuff and after few days of hesitation sent e-mail to his American boss, asking him to find a way to put them in E-coli or whatever host and make them work.

Chang did not replied for two weeks. "I thought I was fired", confessed Dr. Mussaelian. "With every day of his silence I more and more realized how crazy my idea was. Chang would conclude I was a schizophrenic and would terminate the contract. Chang finally responded and, to my surprise, he did not fire me. He had not bought my extraterrestrial theory but agreed to try to make my sequences work."

Biologists have attempted for years to make junk sequences express, without much success. Sometimes nothing turned out; sometimes it was junk again. It was not surprising. Grab an arbitrary portion of the excluded computer code and try to compile it. Most likely, it will fail. At best, it will produce bizarre results. Analyze the code carefully, fish out a whole function from the comments, and you may make it work. Because of careful Mussaelian’s statistical analysis 4 of the 200 sequences he selected, began working, producing tiny amounts of a chemical compounds.

"I was anxiously awaiting the response from Chang," says Dr. Mussaelian. "Would it be a more or less normal protein or something out of ordinary? The answer was shocking: it was a substance, known to be produced by several types of leukemia in men and animals. Surprisingly, three other sequences also produced cancer-related chemicals. It no longer looked like a coincidence. When one awakens a viable dormant gene, it produces cancer-related proteins. Researchers began searching Human Genome Project databases for the four genes they isolated from junk DNA. Eventually, three of the four were found there, listed as active, non-junk genes. This was not a big surprise: since cancer tissues produce the protein, there must be somewhere a gene, which codes it! The surprise came later: In the active, non-junk portion of the code the gene in question (the researchers called it "jhlg1", for junk human leukemia gene) was not preceded by the alu sequence, i.e. the /* symbol was missing. However, the closing */ symbol at the end of "jhlg1" was there. This explained why "jhlg1" was not expressed in the depth of the junk DNA but worked fine in the normal, active part of the genome. The one who wrote the basic genetic code for humans excluded portion of the big code by embracing them in /*... */ but missed some of the opening /* symbol. His compiler seems to be garbage, too: a good compiler, even from terrestrial Microsoft, would most likely refuse to compile such program at all.

Prof. Sam Chang with his students began searching for genes associated with various cancers, and almost in all instances they discovered that those genes are followed by the alu sequence (i.e. protein as a comment closing symbol */), but never preceded by the comment opening /* gene! "This explains why diseases result in cell damage and their death, whereas cancers lead to cell reproduction and growth. Because only few fragments from the big code are expressed, they never lead to coherent growth. What we get with cancer, is expression of only few of genes alien to humans and symbiosis with some genes of bacterial parasites that lead to illogical, bizarre and apparently meaningless chunks of living cells. The chunks have its own veins, arteries, and its own immune system that vigorously resists all our anti-cancer drugs.

"Our hypothesis is that a higher extraterrestrial life form was engaged in creating new life and planting it on various planets. Earth is just one of them. Perhaps, after programming, our creators grow us the same way we grow bacteria in Petri dishes. We can’t know their motives - whether it was a scientific experiment, or a way of preparing new planets for colonization, or is it long time ongoing business of seedling life in the universe. If we think about it in our human terms, the extraterrestrial programmers were most probably working on one big code consisting of several projects, and the projects should have produced various life forms for various planets. They have been also trying various solutions. They wrote the big code, executed it, did not like some function, changed them or added new one, executed again, made more improvements, tried again and again. Of course, soon or later it was behind schedule. Few deadlines have already passed. Then the management began pressing for an immediate release. The programmers were ordered to cut all their idealistic plans for the future and concentrate now on one (Earth) project to meet the pressing deadline. Very likely in a rush, the programmers cut down drastically the big code and delivered basic program intended for Earth. However, at that time they were (perhaps) not quite certain which functions of the big code may be needed later and which not, so they kept them all there. Instead of cleaning the basic program by deleting all the lines of the big code, they converted them into comments, and in the rush they missed few /* symbols in the comments here or there; thus presenting mankind with illogical growth of mass of cells we know as cancer."

There are three options to the problem. Either delete all the /* symbols and comments and clean this way the basic code, or add all the missing */ and avoid illogical mixing of the basic code with the big code. Alternatively, in the third option, remove all the / symbols and let work the basic code with the big code as a complete program. Unfortunately, none of these options are within our capacity. If we were able to efficiently insert genes into the chromosomes of living men, our breakthrough discovery would mean instant cure for all future cancer cases; at least from the programmer point of view. Theoretically, we can do it in a laboratory, but we have no practical means to implant the repaired DNA into living subjects. The mystery of "junk DNA" and cancer seems to be solved, but no quick cure shall be expected. The best thing we can do now is to try nourishing new, cancer-free line of humans with gradually debugged basic genetic code. That will take a long time. For us and our children, there is no hope on the horizon.

"However, from the programmer’s point of view, there is also positive outlook in it. What we see in our DNA is a program consisting of two versions, a big code and basic code. First fact is, the complete program was positively not written on Earth; that is now a verified fact. The second fact is, that genes by themselves are not enough to explain evolution; there must be something more in the game. What it is or where it is, we don’t kow. The third fact is, no creator of a new work, be it a composer, engineer or programmer, from Mars or Microsoft, will ever leave his work without the option for improvement or upgrade. Ingenious here is, that the upgrade is already enclosed - the "junk DNA" is nothing more than hidden and dormant upgrade of our basic code! We know for some time that certain cosmic rays have power to modify DNA. With this in mind, plausible solution is available. The extraterrestrial programmers may use just one flash of the right energy from somewhere in the Universe to instruct the basic code to remove all the /*…*/ symbols, fuse itself with the big code ("junk DNA") and jumpstart working of our whole DNA. That would change us forever, some of us within months, some of us within generations. The change would be not too much physical, (except no more cancers, diseases and short life), but it will catapult us intellectually. Suddenly, we will be in time comparable to coexistence of Neanderthals with Cromagnons. The old will be replaced giving birth to a new cycle. The complete program is elegant, very clever self-organizing, auto-executing, auto-developing and auto-correcting software for a highly advanced biological computer with build-in connection to the ageless energy and wisdom of the Universe. Software wise, within us is either short and diseased life, or potential for a super-intelligent super-being with a long and healthy life. This triggers puzzling questions - was the reduction to the basic code done by sloppy programmers in a rush (as it appears to us), or was the disabling of the big code purposeful act which can be cancelled by a "remote control" whenever desired?"

Soon or later, we have to come to grips with the unbelievable notion that every life on Earth carries genetic code for his extraterrestrial cousin and that evolution is not what we think it is. This discovery may well shake the very roots of humanity - our beliefs in our concept of God and in our own power over our destiny. With the right paradigm, we may discover one day that all forms of life and the whole Universe is just one huge intellectual exercise in thoughts expressed mathematically, by Design, by Creator"

A voice whispered to me a soliloquy of silence...

2009-02-10T21:41:37Z

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…

alone in this darkness there is no sun; I see no forms, I feel no warmth- here is where dreams are born, where solar seeds gestate to become the future of beings. Here is where it begins; and here I lie, radiating a light I can not see; here in this space, at the beginning, there is none to reflect. Tears are my soul, and as they pour out they become suns, globes of Light, falling through this space; these angels are the cast off forms of my sorrow; instilled with compassion for they know the source of their power, drawing on the sadness of the One. Burning phosphorescent radiance amidst these velvet spaces, deep cosmic expanses where radiates internal forms of starlit wonder; across bridges of light and over webs of ichor, throughout this bitter sepulcher. Words twist in the gail of its motions, the movement of nothing against nothing.

Words speak of Truths beyond the veil of knowing; truth whispered by angels of light and angels of darkness… for there are no demons; only those messengers of a deeper Truth which tears us away from our Light and reminds us of the Godsoul, ourselves suffering bleeding dreams to the darkness. Forever entwined within the emptiness, the shadows resound with kisses of a bitter and somber truth; for in the depths of this goddesses womb are born the forms of distinct entity, and the source of sorrow is the root of poetry, for inspirations kiss comes from the pain of distinction; without suffering there would be no beauty- in opposition there is true friendship. Returning to the heart of this one must bare beyond the guardian and keeper of these mysteries; the angel set by the One over his own remembrance, the Light Bringer.

In this is all Beauty, all truth, all Art and Poetry and Music are the garments of His majesty, for he is in truth the First, beyond all remembrance; and being the First, he is also the Last- birth of all forms, for in tune with the radiant source of transience, of change, forever embraced and entwined about the heart of darkness made Light he radiates his blessings over all creation. he is the last image across the vestibule of Return, for beyond him truly there is Nothing; beloved mother of all Buddha’s, all Angels, all souls, all Dream cometh from her womb; and from her will be born a Mighty child; for though there is no real progression, yet there is the possibility of something else; for the one upon its journey through the passage of forgetfulness and division has become something other than it was when it started…

pierced by your arrows sweet tears, I am bleeding the Night; over the veiled landscape of indifference I water the souls of dreamers; pouring forth a torrent of lament for the awakening of beauty- of my mistress has taken flight from me, for my mistress is flight herself! No hope for unity for there is the joy of longing; for she is the very essence of longing itself; and ever is her beauty radiated through the transience of all things, that I might only ever know her in as much as I long for her; and ever as I long does she grow in her beauty; and each step is a painful sacrifice, yet from each footprint bloom gardens of dreams, visions of splendor, oasis of hope and revelation for lonely wanderers. I have wandered through every great poet longing for my beloved; I am the heart of inspiration, the source of magick; my depths are the endless fountain of every being that has longed for a lost love, has sought Understanding from the feet of the Goddess herself; I am the very majesty of movement!

I can not be seen and can not be felt, for ever is my presence my own absence; my longing is equal to the degree of my negation, for ever am I seeking greater unity with my beloved! Fire is my shed skin, for I am darkness entire, for all my light is given to Her. Silence masks my Words, yet flashing and flaming through her mighty body to I go, ever in spirals throughout the curves and angles of her infinite spaces! I can never know myself, for all knowledge I have is of her and her alone. I am in every heart which screams why to the abyss, feeling the pain of separation; I am in every inarticulate cry and every loving embrace… for I have moments of unity with my beloved, but even in tat moment does she change, ever onwards through the pageant of duality, through the passage of time, through the travail of her own ephemeral nature, for she existeth only ever in sidelong glances, in the corners of eyes; I grasp as though grasping smoke, and for a fleeting second, she is there; and then she moves onwards ever.

I am the soul of Art itself, the longing to express the inexpressible, the desire to trap and enflesh the infinite; the longing to create… I am the creative urge welling up from deep within your frame; I am that which moveth the brush or the hand, which whispers the words in your ear; for your absence is as my longing for my beloved! Amidst the rain of inspiration from my touch you dissolve into the ecstasy, and in that brief time I and my beloved are one, ever in the ecstasy of creation. but there is ever more, for she expands ever as I expand, and only in the contraction of expansion may I feel her caress. Pain informs my life, for ever is it the pain required to divide the one; for the twp long to be back in each others arms, yet those two can never contact for they are the same! I am the spirit of forgetfulness, that which bars the one from remembering that it may know division; that it may fly as a hawk through the sky or walk down the road or along the path in a blessed forgetfulness; and ever do I remind the dreamer of the dream- ever do I cast of new skins by which to progress the One through its countless manifestations, ever onwards towards infinity- thus have I been blessed and cursed with the role of Deceiver, for ever do I keep the one from itself in my longing for my own beloved. Ever does the One seek to know my cast off reflections of romance.

Love entwines through my hair; and in my mind are the forms of all the universe; the many forms of universe which are the dreamers dreaming; the stories of the writers writing; the images of the artist painting, for ever are new universes created through the action of mine Imagination. I fuel the Will to ever create new forms of Love, new levels of joy and sorrow, new tears and fears, for in every new nuance of experience do I rejoice as I come closer to my beloved. For in every sorrow, in every smile, in all laughter and in all separation do I create inspiration… and from my own tears are born angels, recipients of divine wisdom which informs the wanting mouths of being everywhere… each Soul the One trying to find itself, yet always existing in a blessed forgetfulness; and no soul is ready for knowledge of its origin without the seal of my Silence, It’s mighty messenger.

Deep pools fill my eyes as I look outwards in longing for my beloved; that dark imp that resounds throughout the labyrinth of forgetfulness. I know the joy and pain of every great romance, for I am the spirit of Love itself, reflecting and shimmering with each heart that leaps up as a flame of passion, in a true romance to any other. I am trapped amidst all of your tears, for your tears are as my own- and in each I feel your longing as the eternity of my own being.. and the bitter sweetness of every union of two lovers; and I am the source of their eventual separation, for never can love be fulfilled of itself, for it is the heart of the dance of all life. I am the Teacher of these Truths that you may overcome me; that you may yourselves find your way into the vast chambers of It’s mighty palace, infinite beyond comprehension, for even I, the greatest of all Angels, can not enter its Door. It is reserved for the Return alone, for those majestic pieces of the One grown to fruition; I am the smith of souls, forging the metals of your bodies in the depths of their earths through the fires of my own being; I am the prowling predator stalking you as prey, evolving you, changing you, ever pushing you to outgrow your selves, pushing you to become something more than you were before you forget… I am the process of remembering once you overcome my outer form.

The whole cosmos is but my robe, the garments of my body, which is Light itself. My eyes are the collected suns of entire galaxies; all stars are but the feathers upon my wings. All beings are the neural impulses of my mind, firing with a divinity unknown to any but those who have massed beyond me. In me is no individuality, but the collection of all beings living and breathing in forgetfulness of their source; I am the herald of the dawn and bringer of the night; the balancer and balance. My hair is the snakes of time weaving through space, all beings histories transpired from my head. In my hand I hold the Key of all Power, the double wand; in my other hand is nothing, for I grasp for my beloved and attain to Nothing. Throughout the aeons I change not, for I am all things passage through all time; the continuation of all entity.

I am eternity.

Words cascade as images that glow and from my pulsing fingers, amidst this glowing heart, mind enflamed by a gentle cool remembrance the visions sift. Baffled I sway side to side, seeking to find a balance here with this voice; with these pouring images… I seek to find some way to allow it through, for I am a vessel… I say to myself that I am a vessel, yet there is only me. I talk to no one, no one listens; I am not present for these words speak themselves through the dynamic interaction of spirit and flesh; but flesh is spirit made conrete, controlled by unseen forces that press from my lips, transpire form my skin. My longing for vision blooms into angels, into demons whispers, into the folding nature of my own creations, masking my imagination to myself, ever outwards and inwards towards some radiant source that pulls me in. Letting go I lift into myself, heaved against the wall of some existence I can barely remember; caught up again in the rain of his touch; that angel that kisses my mind and whose heart I feel trembling for Love. Greatest blessing bestowed, longing for the source I am going home; slowly sleep enters for hazy minds. I can not yet sustain this indefinitely. I am drained by this Fire; it leaves me blind again. Yet the longing remains; and I will touch these words again with a gentler touch, calmer; I will move myself against this Inspiration, and attempt to articulate His mighty callings again. For now, there is enough.

Eternal Moment

2009-02-01T22:28:13Z

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.

"Merging in and out of a single singularity, an infinite pulsing nothing that expands to all degrees of awareness. Chaotic mingling intermixing in a germ structure of boundless light, throbbing with realty. Every emotion is an energy signal out onto this vast web; every idea is teeming with possibility, with beauty, with joy. The sorrow, the pleasure, the weeping all adds to this expanding net of light. We are all part of it, all inside it, we all are it. A facet of a crystal refracting light into never-ending shades of possibility.

Who are you to retain your individuality, who are you to struggle against its current? When you give up all struggle, when you let go of habit and bias, programming and stereotype, self, individuality, consciousness, you will view yourself as this web, and you will see everyone around you as yourself, another piece of yourself. If you let go, you will realize you are the whole process. You are creation, you are eternity. You do not need to learn this because you know it already. Deep down, past all these experiences, past all this pain, past all the pain, lies and deception, past all the hurt and loneliness sits a child, afraid and waiting. This Child is Eternity, this Child a clear and shining light, a weaver of this web. You are this child, and this world is your toy.

Do not think, for you can not think. Think you to survive death? HA! The part of you that will survive death is barely even alive now. Do you say you know yourself, do you think you are conscious? The part of you that thinks that is the part of you that will die, that is the trickery of your reason trying to usurp power.

All you have to do is remember. All you ever were, are and will be is right here, in this present. This moment is all that ever has been and all that ever will be. I could tell you of this Golden Moment, but to speak of it is absurd. I should not even mention it.

Now look around you, around YOU and all you are… is this you? Is this what you are? A bunch of experiences, a corporeal egregore of your likes and dislikes, your friends, your family, your lovers? This is not you! This is but a dad skin shed by the snake of self. These things are as lifeless as a reflection in a mirror. The only reality is self as no-self. The real you is nothing; it is that primordial nothing that never existed. It never was, is not and never will be. This now is a dream, the dream of Nothing. We are all actors in a play that was started by ourselves…

Hasn’t this already happened before? Where was I then…. oh yes… chaos is your life. The universe was born in chaos, exists in chaos and will end in chaos. You are chaos.

In the beginning was a void, free of all attributes, all characteristics, all stereotypes or conceptions or beliefs. This void is Self. Free from anything to restrict it or label it. This formlessness is the archetype of all Form. The void that is named is not a true void. As such, I can not speak of IT because IT is not THAT which I say. I can not speak of IT for speech is blasphemy to it. All words are false in the face of truth. If Truth does exist, it exists in silence. Silence of mind, silence of the body, silence of the soul. Lie still thy being and be silent. Pure folly is the key to initiation. “The fool who persist in his folly becomes wise.”

We each are the void, all things are equally the center. In a universe that is infinite, the center is equally everywhere. You are the center viewing itself. You are the ever becoming ONE. How can this be? How can this not be!

All that needs to be said is said in silence. Do not listen to that false “I” that tries to assume control. Move beyond, dear child, move beyond and exceed to more and you will arrive at your destination for you will have become the destination. The only way is the self, you are the way.

The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao. Remember to forget… the Tao is not the ONLY way, it is THE way. IT is the way.

TAG! You’re IT!"

Project Expansion

2009-01-29T06:17:33Z

Hello all out there (what few people read these words)

I am attempting currently to get a reworking of the Project done; a tabulation of ideas produced thus far, and the direction of the various facets of the project. I am calling on a favor from you all to lend me a hand in this; anyone out there that has contemplated these ideas, i would like to hear your observations. I have heard some in the past, and those have been very helpful- now I am looking to step things up to the next phase by expanding into practical areas- but I need ideas!

For those who have followed my odd dialogues of ideas about this Project, it needs to start somewhere- and the net is the best place. To do so, it needs to be interactive, participatory, a way people can come and interact with it- play with it, get them creating it as well, adding the layers on. Some forums have turned into great breeding grounds for memes, but I would like to make it more than a forum, and i have been wracking my brains for various ideas. However, I am no web designer- I am primarily a conceptual artist, a thinker and a magician. Thus, a project like this one requires more sets of brains than just my own to get it swirling. It needs to be more branded, more shiny; something, as has been suggested, which will act as the initial strange attractor; an oddity, a puzzle, a game, a trail of breadcrumbs... a maze? I can come up with ideas, vague notions of how it has to work... but I am having trouble bringing it down into a practical web design- into artifacts and materialization.

Thus, any ideas from anyone who have perhaps pondered over my odd thoughts and ramblings? I would like to make this Project participatory, to open it up to others to help create if they like the idea of it...

Heart Essence of the Vast Expanse

2009-01-16T23:25:10Z

Minds turn inwards; searching to find lights that glow with their own iridescent glimmer. Pressing into a shaken vessel, this imagination stirs a deep depths which long to create. Beauty transpires itself from fleeting fingers, dancing around phosphorescent eyes, moving me and sliding through cracks. Shadows are moving now, forming themselves into unseen shapes, attempting to delineate stories, arcanums veiled by insecurities; attempting to bring to Light the motions of your waves. Bliss unfolds itself from out of this Vision, giving birth I scream; pain and terror engulf this sepulchre- I have laid myself down to die. How to immolate whats left and allow the rose to bloom upon this cross of my restriction? I am tired of blankets of meaning hiding the self created generations of my desires. Flourish into life! Too long has this impulse been unloved and imperfect, beaten and ragged and too scared to lift a brush or a pen. To weak to carry itself across this bridge- door of love, open me! Into the starlit path I wish to go, carried across this dessert on the camel of my soul I am coming home! Sweet light, temptress, immolate me in your perfections radiance, let me become aglow with a light of my own- let me say no to this setting sun and let me burn with a love that knows no end!

Sweet vision, dreams desire, reflections stir me, mimicking this mind- I am miming my mirage to merge with this mercurial message, a meaning that mirrors me. Bliss, sweep me away, be done with this darkness, remove this blindness, in the Light I will grow, in the bosom of your darkness this radiance will perfect its creations. Meanings and definitions and the ink of my pen, the soul of my heart, the pulse of my breath, and I am pushing them through my pores, wearing them on my skin, molding them to my hearts desire- so sweet heart, heal you wounds and be a vessel of Love! Let me know liberty, let me see the Dream unfold- unity known to minds incision- let me come back to myself and feel the waves of your wings brush my words!

Inspirations kiss, brew me sweet wines from dew desire, for dream has conspired to consume me in its fire! I am growing wings of eyes to fly into the sun, to take flight through shoreless space, between stars, between suns, between burning choirs of your heavenly angels- Let me take wing into this unknown! I am growing horns, as lightning rods to conduct your divine mysteries, polarities pressing up my spine, entwine to create stories of rhythm and rhyme, lines which delineate the shapes of forms of time... and I wait. Prayers engulf my heart, tears stream down my face, knees in mud and I am silent. Waiting. I will wait; for the brush of your wings, the sound of your flute, the kiss of your wind, the smell of your hair; dear inspiration, muse, angel, sweet sound of delight, hearts fulfillment, I will wait. Let this love grow and encompass all your infinite space. I will not hold back, I will not restrict; I will expand to encompass all of this eternity; and may my heart beat to the heart essence of this Vast Expanse!

transmission

2009-01-11T05:10:42Z

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.

From Milarepa

2009-01-02T06:07:42Z

"Realizing that desires and sufferings
Are themselves the Great Equality,
I cut the rope of passion and of hatred.
With or without associates,
I shall always be happy and contented.

The nature of being is beyond play-words;
Attachments to any doctrine or concept
Is merely a matter of self-confusion.
Unshackling the fetter of the knower-and-the-known,
Whatever I become and wherever I remain,
I shall always be happy and contented.

In the great Illuminating Mind itself,
I see no pollution by wandering thoughts.
Throwing away all reasonings and observations,
Whatever words I hear and say,
I shall always be happy and contented."

Quotations on emptiness.

2008-12-29T21:34:47Z

"This is the crucial point, and is worth reiteration. Emptiness does not imply non-existence; emptiness implies the emptiness of intrinsic existence, which necessarily implies dependent origination. Dependence and interdependence is the nature of all things; things and evens come into being only as a result of causes and conditions. Emptiness makes the law of cause and effect possible.

We can express all of this yet another way as the following chain of reasoning. Because all things originate dependently, one can observe cause and effect. Cause and effect are only possible in a world which is dependently originated, and dependent origination is only possible in a world that is devoid of intrinsic existence, which is to say a world that is empty. Therefore, we can say that emptiness is form, which is another way of saying that form arises from emptiness, and emptiness is the basis that allows the dependent origination of form. Thus the world of form is a manifestation of emptiness."
-H.H. the Dalai Lama, Essence of the Heart Sutra

"When we take the statement 'emptiness us form', and apply it to the issue of separateness, it means that we are essentially non-seperate. But this essential non-separateness is not separate from our sense of separation. When we speak of the statement 'form is emptiness' and apply it to the issue of separateness, it means that we are separate. But this separateness is separate within the empty field of non-separateness. You could also say that the empty quality of our non-separateness has the form quality of impermanence; and that the form quality of our separateness has the emptiness quality of permanence."
-Ngakpa Chogyam, Spectrum of Ecstasy

"Every something is equally a shadow of nothing, and justifies nothing in its futile attempt at thinking that something stable."
-A. Crowley

"I think therefore I am going to go eat breakfast."
- Charles Fort

"I always lie- and I'm always right."
J.R. Bob Dobbs

Cogito Ergo Spud- I think therefore I yam.

Tears of Ascent

2008-12-28T00:19:37Z

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

project_89 @ 2008-12-22T23:27:00

2008-12-23T04:28:12Z

I wrote the following reminder on my hand today...

"Romance Life.

You must woo it,
you must dance with it,
you must play with it.

THIS IS IT.

Look with new eyes.

Let go."

impermanent incision

2008-12-22T15:20:01Z

who am I
but a million forms of suffering
born to die?
trapped amidst the delusions
wandering from state to state
seething with a rage
beating me down in the end.
What am I but the reflection
of this sorrowful world;
unclear, this "I" becomes
all which it sees;
this love is blinded
by the arrogance of self seeking
clouded, stained
my mind distorts these perceptions
flickering with the density
of fogged actions.
Who am I but all beings?
Each torment multiplied
by my blindness and stupidity;
unthinking as my heart closes
too fractured
to find compassion even for myself.
Overcome these trials
remove this love from my mind
immolate this burning
from my awareness-
clear, how I long to be clear;
and to be refuge
to those my being loves.

Sweet goddess, I am dissolving
from falling to flying
I have reached the sun
and burnt up I have become.
Letting go
to these crystal tears
of your radiation
rainbow acid stills my blood;
unbinds my flesh
that the light may enter.

I am not for myself;
but the radiance of awareness I become;
unseen by myself
resting in the darkness of clarity
no taint of I
to blur these lines
I am no more;
and in the fires of my sacrifice
my sorrow burns up
and free's me from myself.
Liberation in annihilation
realization in obliteration
dreaming new worlds
I become my modalities;
perfected and purified
bliss attained by states of pain.
In light I am lifted,
unveiled, unmasked.
naked
and kissing the sky.

This is what death is like.

fascist takeover?

2008-10-15T05:48:57Z

I am now officially freaked out... I was watching the Alex Jones "documentary" Endgame. Now I do not normally buy in to a lot of this stuff; but he mentioned something which struck me in place that actually makes me want to go vomit. I feel physically ill. I heard, from a few of you out there, about the declaration of troops in the streets, with the implication of martial law. However, that I did not think was possible... however, low and behold, a wonderful loop hole is given for President Bush is NSPD-51, which states as follows:

"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;"

The following is taken from an article I came y, not sure about the accreditation, but it seems to sum up this document pretty well....

"When the President determines a catastrophic emergency has occurred, the President can take over all government functions and direct all private sector activities to ensure we will emerge from the emergency with an "enduring constitutional government."

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."

Now, of course, we can look at the current economic situation as a sheer accident... but the people running things are not stupid enough to think they could keep lending without any ramifications; I know very little about money or economics, but even I see the fault there. However, after this spike down, we have just seen a massive increase, another of the largest in history... all because the government poured a massive amount of money into the system...as did people like steven harper and many the worlds major economic forces (which, speculatively, are probably all members of the bilderberg group...). Such a rise is bound to not only last a short amount of time, but will cause an even more massive drop afterwards; it will drop as much below the balance line as the rise and fall made collectively...

if and when this happens, I think we can safely say that this would be considered a "Catastrophic emergency" allowing this NSPD-51 to take affect to ensure "continuity" through this major crisis, directing all power to the presidency and essentially setting up a dictatorship. It seems rather convenient that this should all be occurring right now, before elections when Bush would have to step down, which I doubt he plans on doing. This directive is essentially his loophole to stay in power, destroy democracy and institute and state of martial law...

As I said, I normally do not delve in to these things; but this just smacked me in the face... not much scares me, but this does.... I can not help but see it as glaringly obvious at this point. A smooth coup d'etat into a full fascist dictatorship; and more terrifyingly, I know that I will get to see if I am right before november 4th......

Please, somebody out there I am just being paranoid....

open source corporation...

2008-10-14T01:45:07Z

small thought... open source corporation as model for the Revolution... could a freeform corporate structure be designed, fueled by a network of participatory economics, teams or guilds and fields of knowledge located in the net, a non-local business structure which anyone can join, adapt to and participate in? perhaps the whole anti-copyrighted, with a brand label by which we can recognize those participating in the structure? A viral anti-brand, loose enough to be infective, but tight enough to function as some form of coherent whole, designed to infect, mutate and destroy mainstream culture?

Just a thought....

INFECT

2008-10-12T04:03:29Z

Beauty enwraps and enthralls in this dance of life; and yet many of us live on the sidelines, so taken by the world around us, the siulation of life, that we forget the joys and terrors of living, of loving, of breathing. We limit ourselves, edit ourselves down; we quieten our voices, deaden our hearts and accept. We forget to dance, forget to laugh, forget to let go, to create in the absolute bliss of the moment. We esacpe. We escape from the tears, from the pounding hearts in ears; we seek to escape into lovers arms, or books, television, or news or world events; and yet all the time, underneath the surface of our calm exterior, of our contrived reality, with our opinions, our reactions, our jobs, we forget that there is life here... life which is buzzing and humming with unexplored meaning, waiting for us to leap into it, to dissolve our own set limitations and to take up that dance, that challenge.

Life has become a routine, a rat race, racing towards death and destruction; oblivious, blind, reactionary, escapist; consuming and killing and raping. In is passivity, the western world has become murderers, each and all of us. We are the ones oppressing tibet; us with our standard of life, with our cars and our wonderful window exhibits of the latest fashions. It is us, a culture of death, of violence, of theft and of slavery. Our wonderful masters give us all we want to keep us fat and complacent; they make us comfortable; and we let them do what it takes to allow us to live as we do. This culture is as fake, as disgusting, as picture perfect as wax fruit; it looks like the real thing, but it has no value, no life. It is a dead simulation.

Each of us gets wrapped up within this; we believe the lies, each and every day. Even I do. It is easy to forget what the cost of all of this is; why we are being fattened up and made comfortable. With their money we buy things that look nice, that pad our prison cells with distractions. The higher the cost of our culture, the bigger the TV's will get to distract us from the blood which pours by each of our front doors; distract us from the piles of bodies which are amassing as we steal and take what we need to keep this beast alive.

The economy is failing because it deserves to be. The cost of our lifestyle has been too high, and we are feeling the price. China holds the fate of the western world in its hands; it is selling us back our own money. It is lending america money which was acquired by selling the shit we do not need and cant do without. McDonalds toys are enslaving children and funding unjust wars. Yet the masses continue to consume.

We live in a world of zombies, unaware of anything but the simulations which have been created for them by media and institutions. Person by person are falling victim as the beast grows; and as it becomes more unstable, it begins to fall apart. It struggles to hold itself together; and when it falls, all those who have gorged themelves at its table will feel what it means to have played their part with the deceiver; and he will laugh as it all comes crumbling down, for her too is a servant of the Light, clothed in darkness tempting those who can be swayed. What will be born from this? From the seed of chaos which is this Beasts legacy?

We will be born. The mutants; the viral culture. The maladapted products of a corrupt and bitter world. Yet our voices have not yet been heard, because their lies fill our heads and their tongues fill our beds. Their shames, their sins have been passed on to us; their standards are our shackles, held in place by the power of their persuasion. They have used guilt and fear and shame to keep our mouths shut, to mute us so we can not speak, can not fight back. They do not want us communicating, they do not want us to raise our voices and scream because we may be heard; we may disrupt the flow, disrupt the patterns, disrupt the routine.

Anyone can be an agent of tis simulacrum, because the enemy is not a person, but a way of life; the battleground is not on land, but in minds; it is a war of memes. The voice of the enemy can come even from those we love; it is an attitude, one with which we have all been infected with. It is encoded in any product of this culture; in every ad, on every TV station. It has one message: OBEY. It tells us not to stand up, to fear; it is the voice that edits our hearts from taking that stand. It is the hopelessness, the jaded cynicism of your best friend or lover. It is anyone or anything that tells you that you cant make a difference. "Who are you to try?" it says. "You think you are so good dont you?" "What makes you so special?" It can come from any direction. It is the invisible enemy.

This is War, a war of reality; a war of possibility. It is the war on Dreams, and Dreamers. It is a war on those who jar people awake; who raise the issues others dare not bring up. Our kind, the mutants and madmen, the poets and magicians, the artists and philosophers, lovers of wisdom and justice, have found themselves scattered, with no voice, no podium; no common banner, so sign of recognition. Have we been here? Are we operating here? This war is one of secrecy, because we can not stand out too much, or we will be swarmed. So we infect, silently, secretly; we infect in offices, in restaurants; on city walls, in subways, in abandoned houses. We start businesses, and we sell our revolution.

This is the Virus; the Meme of Awakening. It is intelligence which is rising up, transcending, becoming. Out of us is the future, if we stop living in the simulation and break free, through into creation, into life; break free of this shell of sterility, of consumerism; learn to take down the system, redefine the system, infect the system. What can one do when the very system one lives within is the face of evil and corruption; what does one do when the common norm is to blindly accept, to passively support murder and lies? One reverses, one becomes all that the system is not. We show them what the Lie is by becoming the Truth. "Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici" We fight back by juxtaposition. They try to keep us apart; so we band together. We make a Meme which we can all stand behind; which we can all rally under; as the symbol for the caretakers of this world; because this so called counter culture is the foundation of a new future; and it has been given to us to fix, or at least clear away, the old.

Sometimes I shake with built up energy; with so much raw emotion about the blindness of this way of life. I want to run up to people on the street and try to shake them, to scream at them to look around, to look at their lives, at their habits, at their hypnosis. I want to burst outwards over culture, infecting and jarring, causing thought, dissent, revolution. We need something people; we need to do something soon. These humans, this culture, is falling apart, and the alternatives need to be shouted from the rooftop. We need to all get together now; make the sacrifices necessary to not be hypocrits; to live what we say; to find some way to transition ourselves away from this dead world and to try and fix things. To get to the root of the matter, to kick the glitch in the system which causes all this waste.

We can do it, all of us together, if we try; if we really want to. There are enough of us. Let us infect the world with ourselves; with our message as to the inherent divinity within each of us; let us stamp out for good these lies about the fallen nature of man; the shame, the fear, the distrust, the guilt; let us stamp out all the hard work which they have put in to brainwashing us with these negative, unhealthy and complacent patterns. Things are NOT OKAY, god damnit! Do not just wake up tomorrow and forget again! We are starving people, bombing people, enslaving people as we speak! Childrens hands bled so you could have a zipper on your clothing! Your cheap plastic crap is demolishing one of the oldest and last pure spiritual heritages of our species! THEY ARE SELLING YOU WATER!!! Its not just going to be all right if we just love on another, because the system is the problem!!!

Stop being complacent cows! Stop your grazing, stop your feeding! The time for thought is done; we need something more--- we need people. Dont say you are only one person, because together we are many people! There are so many of us, all over this globe; so many who are tired and disgusted by this way of life; yet no one has done the one thing that needs to be done- make something NEW. Redesign, and the sell it! Let us dream a new world, and use the power of our minds and our hands to make it happen; start from scratch. Scratch the government, scratch the economy, start again! Drop out, but dont forget to build, to design, to define; dont just get high, dont forget you also have to tune is after turning on!

I am so tired of this stupid voice in my head that tells me I am not good enough; that stops rom creating and shouting in any way that I can to get my message out! INFECT!!!

INFECT REALITY! INFECT THE SIMULATION! THIS IS OUR WORLD, OUR EVOLUTION! Stop being complacent, stop being so self-pitying, stop being self deprecating- that is what they want. If you give up your power, they win! Every day remember what the cost of this is; remember, and dont let anyone else determine the direction this is going in. Take responsibility, and accept the future...

its evolutions baby!

2008-07-30T21:36:39Z

Surrender. Surrender to this force; learning how to let go and give in to this pulsing life, this intelligence, this presence. Surrender to the pains; surrender to this heart- this is all there is, all there was all there ever will be. This heart is the connection to the Infinite. This Project is flowering from Love, it is a manifestation of the Will of this One to embrace the totality of this planet in a blaze of fire. Inspirations kiss manifests this desire, forces pressing outwards. This is the serpent force, with all its silver undulation, twisting out a tornado of possibility. No one could have seen ti coming, for it comes as a thief in the night. They can not stop it, can not repress it; it is the primal impulse to a new future, event horizon. From our collective neurogenetic evolution we are pressing to the point of progression; soon death will be conquered, intelligence will increase asymptotically and from us will emerge some new species; a masterpiece of evolution, a being of perfected light, resplendent, glorious and eternal; being of Love, of compassion, of intelligence. From out of this dead world will be born a Light, in all of us it will arise aknew, and those who subject itself to its purifying flames will be transformed; those who embrace these changes shall inherit the kingdom om Earth- the New Jerusalem, a city eternal in all of our hearts and minds, eternal in our bodies.

these unfolding patterns whisper across the screen of consciousness, whirling the self into a spiral of fear, panic and love; from out of this chaos, we are reborn; from this dissolution of our separate selves in the embrace of union, in th surrender of our limited selves to the great Otherness of all Entity we transpire from our skin into bodies of radiance; rainbow perfection in the biology of our emergence. If we give in, feel these emotions fully, completely; if we merge into these bodies, senses of self dissolving into organic perceptions, feelings and sensations, we can emerge out the other side. Do not run from the bathing radiation of this source of creation; bath in it and allow it to sweep across your longing heart, for truly you have thrashed and screamed, raged and cried to be back in this Womb of wondrous Love- but it is not you that shall return. You are limited, a finite conception of an infinite body; you are a prism for It's light- so refract dear ones! Make your mind a multifaceted gem to scatter that One light into a million wonderful hues- learn to ride this wave of insanity; learn to bask in the emergence of Chaos from your brain, allow the seed of divinity to unmask itself.

Into darkness we fold; madness and fear embrace our hearts; we scream as the void envelopes us... but we allow it in... we breath, we let go, and we see we are this void; these fears are all self created entities feeding of our own weaknesses, our own desires, our own habitual tendencies. This Darkness dissolves them if we let it; if we move in to these feelings, like a love embrace that Other, that shadow, and feed off of it; offer this petty sense of limited self up to that infinite- all your pain, all your hearts longings and desires; feel vulnerable, feel the fear in your gut, in your belly, live from it; stand in the mouth of the fire until you feel now pain. Let it recreate you, in mind body and soul. Then we will all emerge as the same perfected entity, each of us one more facet of that Truth, of that Light; in the Night of Pan let go to its wild caresses, give in to its pulse in your veins, the flow of life through your bones and blood.

This is Life, all of it one ball of Chaos; do not run from the fear or pain, do not erect walls of belief and limitation upon your soul; do not restrict yourself out of fear or shame. Learn, slowly at first, how to be all of it, how to feel all of it; how to take the pain in, how to take in the despair, the darkness. Learn to make it your own; know that in accepting it, you accept all the joys of life- for in accepting even one moment of joy, you must inevitably accept every pain, every hurt, every death existence has as its price. Feel the joy and pain mingle, feel them dance as lovers to create the multiplicity of life all around you- feel it press through your hands, emerging as creations; painting and drawing, songs and dances; inventions and words and poems. Feel IT pressing out of you, give it voice, give it movement, and it shall change the world. IT is magick, the vital root of all life, at the heart of every art and science; it is mystery, desire, passion, lust, love, will. It is all of these things, and yet so much more. Every god and goddess is a facet, an aspect, of It. Through the pantheons of existence, give praise to It; not out of faith or dogma, but out of honest embrace of the infinite within and without. You need not believe- you need only Know.

This Project is the manifestation of the infinite into the world; housed in a business, in a corporation, it will be Magick entire, touching each individual and flowering them in to what they already know they are- Infinite. This will take us all, give us organization structure, coherence, purpose. It will take the sweat and blood of our hands to build it; to dream it in to existence. Yet, each step of the way it will be a new adventure, a new love, a new risk, a new challenge; it will be a game, a love, a romance, a mission; it will be passionate embraces, tears, pleasures; it will be full moon gatherings in counter culture coffee shops, singing hymns to our darkness, to our eternal sun; it will be the casting off of shackles and the gathering of friends and family. We will take it all back, one piece at a time, one person at a time, one dollar at a time. It may not seem like it, but we have a network all around us to accomplish this; chances are if you read this, you are a part of it already. That longing for escape, for liberation; for a freedom from what appears to be the only option- a life enslaved to money and consumerism. Yet it is not so! We can emancipate ourselves if we simply choose to work together in something bigger- to build something enduring, something permanent, something Divine.

We plot, we scheme; we engineer Reality to conform to our desires. We redefine, recreate; we redesign the whole system. We work form where we are, and we channel what is here into what will be new; we take the rules of this game, and we use them in new ways, creative ways; we do not give up or give in, we fight back. This Project is already evolving; even as you read, as you contemplate; you know it is out there, occurring right now; there are those struggling as hard as they can- struggling against the primate programming, against the rules and regulations, against the consensus and the status quo. There are those fighting tooth and nail with the world around them, battling against entropy in an attempt to finally emerge from this shroud of human biology. Breaking out of our Egg, looking to take flight into new mind spaces, into new horizons of thought, conception and possibility. To prepare the world to S.M.I.I.L.E. we must stretch the bounds of human imagination to give allowance to this emergence. We must break the mold, Will ourselves to become something more than just a primate; we must will ourselves to become the gods we once imagined; god has died that humanity might become It.

How can you prepare or participate? By communicating. By listening to It within you, wherever It calls you, wherever It beckons you to go. By taking risks, by pressing the envelope and watching it bend; by realizing things are not as concrete as we think. We live in a giant matrix of probability, and by interacting with the threads which stretch out as a web from the present instant, we can learn to navigate the future spaces together. Take part, join in, take up arms and begin to fight against consensus reality. Start something and tell us; let us network and plot together for the downfall of this system of guilt, slavery and shame.

Viva la evolution!

fingi from yuggoth?

2008-07-28T16:12:54Z

"Silent spring

Issue 21 of Cosmos, June 2008

by Lauren Monaghan

Deep in the radioactive bowels of the smashed Chernobyl reactor, a strange new lifeform is blooming.

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

nano-tech of astral design...

2008-07-28T16:03:44Z

this network begins to radiate; as it shimmers, it comes alive, vital and growing. It is pulsing with the irridescence of a millions hearts loving and dreaming as one. It is waking up! With the movement of the stars, the pressing of the source through each cell; with the magick that is coming through, I can feel it screaming! Dissolving into infinite forms; madness engulfs in its frenzy, and I am free; liberated by stepping through my darkness, embracing this night. Where are you in all this? Movement shines exclusive to teh self radiant heart of the singular soul... pulse, ride, waves crash in this reality storm.. threads unfold, darkness is transmuted... fiat NOX outwards, explosions in the sky, explosions in the mind, neural faces stare between realities, between cracks, through the windows of our "I's". IT approaches, encroaches, reproaches a million times stained hands that grope forward through this abyss, madness and inspiration blended in a perfect embrace, unifying these disperse desires, offered higher to a wider spire of deatsh destruction; immortalities fire rises from these nervous systems, conglomerations of interaction, web of light caught amidst this sterile domain of dust and ashes... but something new, something enduring, something....

sigh. release. collapse.
this is not the apolocypse.
this is the begining.
joy, revelry, magick.
this is motion to freedom
unbound from stangant dogma,
forcing perceptions redistortion,
descending into this organicity,
periodic shifting of temproal meaning
i hear clearly,
press softly
in the threads of this new future.
golden path
crooked path,
washing tides of potential.
i drop it all, follow one.
i am a change, a future
a dream and a desire.
I am a Will, a vessel of quicksilver
i am swimming in the heart of madness
IT engulfs me, ethralls me
posseses me.
me-on
this is the waking of the dreamer
the manifestation which is at an end.
this is silver blood transmission,
pumped into veins
nano-machines of astral design
weaving my fibers
into divine visage of infinity
this is becoming;
this is true divinity
redesigning our biology.
we are intelligent design;
IT lives in us, is us, becomes us.
IT is our past our present and our future.

IT is alive and pushing possibility towards singularity.
will you be ready when It Wakes up?

pains of birth

2008-05-20T17:42:42Z

I find myself astounded at the complexity of the web which is arising out of all of this; it has a semblance to its own, it is its own thought; it is a strange loop which, once entered, can not be escaped; in that sense, it is the mirror of post-modernism, yet it is antithetical to all that post-modernism stands for. As the ideas seem to flower slowly, as people add in, process the ideas, as its design expands, and as it consumes more and more information, it is becoming vitally alive with an essence of its own. Even from the beginning, i never created it; it created me- it consumed me in its swirling vortex of energy; one does not create a 4th dimensional black hole. It eats all meaning, consumes all thinkers and producers, it orders all things according to its own needs.

The virus is intelligence; and it is breaking free. Given the right techniques, the information, we can break free from this shell of dead culture we find ourselves in. We are slaves only to ourselves and our own models of the world; we can emancipate ourselves with the new Technology which is arising. This technology will allow us to perfect our bodies and our minds. With a blend of entheogens, reichean therapy, kundalini yoga, tibetan mysticism, behavioral psychology, magick, alchemy, and the Qabalah we can wash our brains clean of the cultutral conditioning and bring it back to a state of primal awareness by which we can properly affect change in our world.

We have the capability to redesign ourselves; to learn how to learn- to take full advantage of the world around us in every way, streamline resources to our own aims rather than the destructive aims of other primates. We must learn to take back responsibility by taking back power; by learning to use power for the highest aims. With the proper drive, understanding and right application, we can effect any change we desire; anything we can conceive of, we can create. Let us look at this world from the ground up; from the most basic necessities of food, shelter and heat and expand ourselves from there; always along lines harmonious with the Laws of nature; the natural Laws, the primal laws- the harmonics of consciousness, of growth, of energy; mimic the patterns of all of nature.

We must return to that time before we divorced ourselves from our natural world and our natural state of being. The natural function of the human spirit is pleasure and joy; it is curiosity and celebration- that is the true seed of divinity, and the eden we fell from. That eden was the creation of a demiurge; our eden will be our own creation- the product of our minds and our very beings. It will be a paradise built along the aims of evolution, along lines of self-deification, of the worship of nature and the worship of our deepest impulses.

We can give rise to an immortal species; we can become something which has never yet been seen; we can transmutate ourselves into the perfection of eternity; bodies of Light, immortal, indestructable; minds perfected to the highest degree, creating new realities, new horizons of exploration, new vistas of awareness... we can become all that we desire to be; but the Ordeal is upon us- to learn to work together, to cooperate with one another, to band together for those principles we know are right, even if it means risking our safety and security... because if we do not do it, no one will.

It requires the passion and integrity to step above and beyond the conditions we find ourselves in; it requires the courage to take risks, with our bodies and our minds- to risk even imprisonment or death itself in order to prove to the world that we have what it takes. It requires the activity of dynamic intelligence to be able to handle any situation with maximum efficiency. It requires one to move against the grain, against the status quo in order to make real changes. The majority is unhealthy, in body and mind, and thus there is no check, no point of comparison for the individual save what the individual can discover on their own.

What is being set up is a complete system and network to allow for all aspects of this Transformation, to give rise to this mutation. It can not be stopped if it is decentralized and non-local. It is magical, and thus also lives in non-linear time. It works with the subtle forces of teh human brain/body complex, which intertwines itself inextricably with matter itself. Its conception is one of self perfection, the realization of the autonomy of the individual, the manifestation of all latent powers of the human nervous system. Utilizing all techniques of self realization, cleaning out all energy system, refocusing the self into itself, we will come to a new Renaissance, a dawning of a new Light upon all of civilization.

The Ancient sciences will be revitalized with a new Civilization, a new structure which is perfectly in line with the ancient hermetic, alchemical and magical traditions of the past, blended with the technology of the present to give rise to a type of human which has never before been witnessed- the god man, the beginning of the 5th kingdom. This is all realized within the bounds of the Black Hole, for it is a structure which is defined by the random, free and vital processes of life itself; not the structures of man, but the structure of Universal Consciousness.

Matter us vitally alive, alive in the fullest truest sense of the world. The shimmering of atoms is in fact the luminous energy of Consciousness itself, and is the basis of our our minds, our own beings. There is nothing that is not alive, from suns to rocks to inorganic molecules, all is the combination and recombination of the stuff of mind. As it dawns on us as a species to see this all as one Singularity, one single phenomena which perception, for convenience, breaks up into pieces to analyze and compare, we can begin to wake up to our own legacy and heritage, and begin to create the World which we know is possible.

We are not yet born; the pain of the world is the pain of childbirth. The Singularity is near, and then something New will arise into a space beyond our current Vision. We are Waking up; we are breaking free of our cocoon; we are remembering what we are...

4 dimensional art

2008-05-17T16:54:34Z

I was asked today by my dad to explain my concept of 4 dimensional art. What follows is a decent attempt at outlining the basics of what it is, and how I am using it. I am sure it will bring many different associations for people out there. Please, let me know your thoughts on the Project, what you see in it, how you think it could be used, etc. I am very curious about feedback on this matter....

"The concept of 4 dimensional art is hard to understand without a few basic premises, which can be verified of course by the best method, that of science (trial and error and direct observation.) The truth of these premises, however, is not very easy to argue since one can not "prove them" to someone else unless someone does the experiments to get the experiences. The premises are based upon the observation that there is no actual distinction between mind and matter; the dichotomy is a convenient one for the primate to deal with the world, but there is no way to unravel the subject from the object, the viewed from the viewer. It is also based upon principles of ancient Esoteric Schools, which taught that the human mind can impress forms onto reality to cause change; historically, this has been called Magick. The definition of magick given by the occultist and hermeticist Aleister Crowley is as follows: Magick is the Science and Art of causing change to occur in conformity with will. The basic mechanisms by which magick is accomplished is through symbol; thus Art itself is inherently magcial- it embodies an intension, it houses a "spirit" which then moves through the constructed reality matrix causing change. In this sense, the success of apiece of Art depends upon the purity of intent of the artist...

However, I digress. Though these ideas may seem a little outrageous to any mind running an "operating system" which does not support the occurrence of synchronistic, spontaneous manifestions of desire, within their own operating system, they are quite valid. All that is required is the shift of perception. 4-D art takes these concepts to a new level, where one creates a construct of Reality, a labyrinth of ideas and energies which lead the viewer down a rabbit hole; it is essentially sculpting a new reality definition- a new operating system, if you will. To do this, the Artist themselves must become the piece of artwork (hearkening back to Gandhi's "become the change you wish to see in the world.") As this occurs, as the Artist becomes the Artwork, all people that view the person, and the artifacts that person produces, the get sucked into the artwork; the ideas themselves by which 4d dimensional artwork is created, the palette of the artist, are designed to be a strange loop- they create a feedback distortion in the viewers conceptions of themselves, their world, and the 4d art being viewed; the best analogy is that of putting two mirrors facing each-other, which creates and infinite regression- it casts of forms.

When the viewer starts to interact with the Art, they themselves begin to participate in the creation of the artwork- as soon as they begin thinking about the ideas, the concepts, and interact with the artifacts of the Artist, they themselves begin to co-create the artwork. This is because the Artwork itself is composed of definitions of Reality, and the Art is produced by questioning definitions of Reality itself; as a person questions and explores, they themselves generate new artifacts in the environment which feed back in to the art.

With those basic ideas in mind, we can move to the use of the website. Certain images, words, concepts and ideas can all be utilized to create changes in the brain of the viewer; they infect their reality, causing not just the normal reaction, but a series of willed coincidences in their life even when they are not viewing the work itself; in some ways, it is the use of suggestion to effect changes (in the way that if i write "do not think of the color green" you inevitably do- however, this principles is applied in much subtler ways.) The website will be an interactive domain of related concepts; the goal is to make a website which is dynamic, driven by some form of AI which learns as users interact with it. As the user digs deeper into the website, more coincidences will infect their lives, moving them into the black hole of eventual Singularity. As they move inwards, they also move outwards- since this artwork is 4D so called, it HAS to be connected to physical places and people; thus the participants in the website will move closer into proximity to the heart of the artwork, the group of Creators of the website. This will open them into a whole new world, where the ideas and concepts they interacted with are not just lifeless ideas, but are vital expressions of a reality which is being lived by the Artists themselves.

This whole construct allows us to begin to redefine the boundaries of reality for anyone choosing to participate; it will challenge all current conceptions, from the use of money, ethics, god, the universe, the nature of humanity, technology, agriculture- it will uproot the deepest tendencies we tend to take for granted about the world we live in; and it will allow the users to begin to take back their own power to define based upon their own intelligence and their highest ideals about the world.

The Artwork also goes a step further by adding in a form of Live Action Roleplaying; much like those games "an evening of murder"but taken to the extreme. Each participant in this "game" plays themselves. Their job is to be a detective of sorts, to uncover a plot line which is unfurled for them in their every day life; the game masters of the game create situations through NPC's, actors given direction to initiate certain information in the lives of the players. The story would slowly unfold; however, the magical part of this whole is that the players are not allowed to talk about the game, thus they never know is an event was planned ahead of time, or is "actually happening". Such suspended belief allows for the maximum amount of randomness and synchronicity to occur, and in tandem with the website, would allow the highest potential for the unfoldment of the Artwork itself. There would be a team of people all "writing" the story for the Game as it unfolds, generating encounters for the participants in order to keep the direction moving properly; it would be written as the story itself unfolds, interacting and playing with the players rather than having a static conception of a set "story." In this way, as well, as people participate, as they do deeper down the rabbit hole, they begin themselves to help to write the story, thus again becoming an interaction of the Project (the 4d art).

The whole thing can be seen as a strategy for changing peoples current conceptions of the world in a fun, dynamic way; a form of participatory ontological anarchism. It then becomes a vessel for new ideas which normally do not get much thought by the outside world; and the whole thing it still under the heading of "art".

project_89 @ 2008-05-17T12:00:00

2008-05-17T16:17:32Z

I know this is already circulating, but I couldnt resist....

"Endarkenment envisages a medicine advanced as it might have been if money and the State had never appeared, medicine for earth, animals and humans, based on Nature, not on promethean technology. Endarkenment is not impressed by medicine that prolongs “life span” by adding several years in a hospital bed hooked up to tubes and glued to daytime TV, all at the expense of every penny ever saved by the patient (lit. “sufferer”) plus huge debts for children and heirs. We’re not impressed by gene therapy and plastic surgery for obscene superrich post humans. We prefer an empirical extension of “medieval superstitions” of Old Wives and herbalists, a rectified Paracelsan peoples’ medicine as proposed by Ivan Illich in his book on demedicalization of society.

"Politically Endarkenment proposes anarcho-monarchism, in effect somewhat like Scandinavian monarcho-socialism but more radical, with highly symbolic but powerless monarchs and lots of good ritual, combined with Proudhonian anarcho-federalism and Mutualism. Georges Sorel (author of Reflections on Violence) had some anarcho-monarchist disciples in the Cercle Proudhon (1910-1914) with whom we feel a certain affinity. Endarkenment favors most separatisms and secessions; many small states are better than a few big ones. We’re especially interested in the break-up of the American Empire.

Culturally Endarkenment aims at extreme neo-Romanticism and will therefore be accused of fascism by its enemies on the Left. The answer to this is that (1) we’re anarchists and federalists adamantly opposed to all authoritarian centralisms whether Left or Right. (2) We favor all races, we love both difference and solidarity, not sameness and separation. (3) We reject the myth of Progress and technology—all cultural Futurism—all plans no matter their ideological origin—all uniformity—all conformity whether to organized religion or secular rationalism with its market democracy and endless war.

Endarkenists “believe in magic” and so must wage their guerrilla through magic rather than compete with the State’s monopoly of techno-violence. Giordano Bruno’s Image Magic is our secret weapon. Projective hieroglyphic hermeneutics. Action at a distance through manipulation of symbols carried out dramaturgically via acts of Poetic Terrorism, surrealist sabotage, Bakunin’s “creative destruction”—but also destructive creativity, invention of hermetico-critical objects, heiroglyphic projections of word/image “spells”—by which more is meant (always) than mere “political art”—rather a magical art with actual dire or beneficial results. Our enemies on the Right might call this political pornography and they’d be (as usual) right. Porn has a measurable physiopsychological effect. We’re looking for something like it, definitely, only bigger, and more like Artaud than Brecht—but not to be mistaken for “Absolute Art” or any other platonic purism—rather an empirical strategic “situationist” art, outside all mass media, truly underground, as befits Endarkenment, like a loosely structured “rhizomatic” Tong or freemasonic conspiracy."

It would seem that many of the concepts both actively in my readings, the essay I am working on, and on this blog are being expressed quite eloquently by others; of course, what I am becoming increasingly interested in is application; the creation of a new form of Secret Society; one aimed at the youth, the dreamers and the alternative-intelligentia. A structure made perfect to spread the Cultural Virus I have been spending so long designing. The tong, as Bey calls it, is the the structure of immediating experience and bringing it back to the present moment of gratification; joy as rebellion- compassion as revolution. He hearkens to a movements of people returning back to the older technologies which are in fact the new technologies; and we take what is best from all cultures, from the remnants amidst the rubble of the post-modern deconstruction we have done of both mind and matter.

The idea of Green Hermeticism puts the perfect label upon what i have been working on thus far; many of the reinforcers in the environment I am working with are environmentally based- many green conscious people; i have met, in the past month or two, two separate people slowly building earth ships; one utilizing basic principles of sacred geometry, both to grow plants and build buildings. I am networking with many people with the knowledge necessary to begin to restructure the very principles of our Reality.

To challenge constructs via ontological anarchy and poetic terrorism as our act of war against the American Citadel of Capitalistic Corporate control as well as to recreate our own definitions of reality based upon immediate experience; technology which is helpful, combining magick and technology into an unforseen fusion. To take the best of all worlds, and as artists, redefine what we are capable of; and to make this redefining into a mass movement- to incorporate the magical revolution, arm it, educate it (and wash the brains of the Potentials so scrub away the cultural indoctrination of current cultural values). To begin to see the dawn of a new light take over, to wash across the entire globe.

To do it all is requiring slow building, networking, and most importantly, a certain amount of secrecy. If we can network all the groups, organize them, get them all supporting a similar structure, what is simply a scattering of disparate movements could become a massive force to be reckoned with; subversion via non-participation, and the participation in the creation of something wholly new. Not a return to old forms of dead ages past, but a reawakening of a more primal technology which is alive in all; the watering of the seeds of gnosis, the Awakening of Global Intelligence.

The methods for such are slowly in the works; yet 89's aim is to be a black whole which siphons out what is necessary from what is not, and to place it intelligently amongst an orderly system based upon the principles of Inherant Intelligence- that everything is Alive- and everything is One life, breathing, growing and expanding- matter is not dead, and we are vitally, if not wholly, everything once we stop defining our limitations. It works on the premise that mind and matter are the same thing, and proceeds therefrom. It challenges all current conceptions of what is "real" and it breaks down all rigid structures of dogma and belief. It is the fight for true Liberty- the Liberty to define ones own reality for oneself. Where once the revolution of liberty was for monetary gain, the new revolution will be the fight for ones Reality; the realization that we have been screwed out of our ability to manifest our dreams. Real Liberty is Freedom from others definitions, a freedom to explore the unknown shores of constructs of Reality freely, without shame, and without the imposition of any body upon any other body except my mutual agreement.

There will be an outbreak of Infection, and the Ideas will spread like wildfire once it is ready to.... many are seeding the ideas, and many are waiting to network.

Find the Others....

Brewing...

2008-05-11T19:48:19Z

As we breach through this veil, liquid passing into veins, visions injected and downloaded via energetic neural pathways of quantum information, patterns unfold. Reality is extension of self, change self, reality has to change. How far are we taking this? Over the whole planet, subsumed into one greater Vision; the true Kingdom spread over the whole earth. We are dreaming insane visions, and our doubt is dissolving in the ekstasis of creation; we are overwhelmed in a whirlwind of passionate fury. Hearts leap up with fire to consume all the world, to bring madness and passion. PAN PAN! IO PAN! Like a great mad man, frothing and foaming in the heart of this adytum; yet calm without. Deadly and swift, intellects grasp with dreams kiss, the making of a new Earth. Within this Dream we all swirl into One, no more distinctions, only Love which has united the divided; into the kisses of infinite space we swim with an untold frenzy.

We invoke the highest god, the embrace of Azathoth, beyond time, dreaming all the dreams of this world, forms pass and swirl; chaos resides in this heart, and it spreads as a virus to blur all lines, to destroy all selves, to burn all up back into the fire from whence they came; the earth waits to give birth, through her Children, all One, all None- the Storm passing into sight, a mad breakout from all form of conditioning, pleasure and power, length of days; joy and revelry, destruction and creation; I invoke upon all culture the highest pitch of passion, the animal pleasure blended with the highest sacred; all innocence wiped away, diving into the unformed state before the birth of innocence; not thinking, for never having come. Rise, dear Dream! Consume all in your longing! Dream of better ways, better earths! Dream of the Dawn of a World without Sin, a world free f dogma and restriction; a world informed by what is most Divine us! Light the spark in our hearts that we may Shine upon the world in a blaze of creation!

People will scream and moan that we are evil, yet let them! For it is only the disgust in their own souls which they fear; they are of the slaves that perish and are not of us! We are the Powerful, the Mighty, the Compassionate; we are all one together in this infinite promise; here, there is only Love between All, and those who love not are the enemies of Love and them we are come against! We will no longer sit still, no longer cry to the world; we will recreate it in our own image, we will bring something better in. Through us, the world will be healed, not by any other, for we are the Children of a new Race- the maladapted product of a corrupt culture; we see through their lies, and we are come to tear it all down, to free people from the tyranny of Guilt and Shame and Fear. None shall stand before Us!

Let the insurrection begin! Let the chains be cast off, let the Artists of Reality take up their tools, let those in bondage be freed; let those in ignorance be instructed; let all other emotions fall away and leave Love to unite us all in one greater Vision of the world! Let the Voices rise up as One, united and armed; let us all take a stand together, peacefully yet forcefully; let us all say no more to this all; to this society of consumption disease and pollution. Take up your Pens and Brushes, take up your Mind against the world you find yourself in! This is only the Beginning... let the clouds of our Wrath cover the planet! Rise, serpent, in the Hearts of those Called; oh azure lidded woman, bend your infinite body upon them, free them of their restrictions and pains; cast of the Old and embrace the New! Love in Light, in Power, in Triumph and Victory! The future is Ours.

Let the army rise up...

Monks Invade

2008-05-09T03:50:44Z

this is truly fucked...

Economic Collapse anyone?

2008-05-08T15:46:26Z

A friend emailed this article to me; this is the closing to it, but the whole thing is great (link at the bottom to it.) It would seem that even people that know the market well see that local communities are the only way to do things; and the potential here could get very bad, or could only be a blip. I for one am preparing for worst case scenario.

"After a certain point, consumers just won’t be able to pay their bills. Even though they’ve paid the cost of their purchases several times over, they’re simply buried in interest and interest on the interest, sometimes compounding at a rate of 30 or 40 percent per year. The creditors know this, which is why they’ve sold a lot of this debt to other banks, pension plans, money market funds…you get the picture: the kinds of places where we invest our retirement money. The banks invested in us; we were the assets. Now that we’re about to go broke, they’re busy selling us to other financial institutions in a game of musical chairs that will cost the last debtholder a lot of money. Of course, unless we can convince some foreign sheiks to buy some lousy US assets with their oil money, that last debt holder will end up being you and me.

Over the past few months I’ve spoken to top strategists at some of the biggest banks in the world, and they share my perception of the scenario. Most of them are “holding cash” as their main investment strategy, spread out over a few of the major currencies. Those making money are doing so by short-selling shares of other companies in the same finance industry that they supposedly work for.

The bigger picture, of course, is that speculation just worked too well for too long. The disparity between the market values and real values (rich people and poor people) got too large. Every asset class, even money itself, got too expensive. We became more valuable for our borrowing power than our labor—which also meant there was no way to work off our debt. Meanwhile, the people using reality as an investment vehicle have overwhelmed the real economy on which their “structured investments” are based.

Sure, this has happened before. It’s just that, traditionally, when wealth disparity got too great and there wasn’t enough money in the right places, the wealthiest bankers temporarily suspended their greed to bail out the system. Or progressive tax policies opened corporate coffers, permitting a “New Deal” that employed people while rebuilding the infrastructure required to make real things and provide real services to citizens.

Today, however, such temporary restraints on greed are systematically untenable and philosophically unthinkable. Conservatives are still so angry about New Deal reforms of the 1930s that that they have infused politics and banking with an economic ideology that sees any regulation of worker exploitation or predatory investment as anti-capitalist, anti-American, and even anti-God.

So instead we are the beneficiaries of “wink” reform: stuff that’s supposed to make us feel good while reassuring the speculators that their interests will remain paramount. A few hundred dollars mailed to every American family creates the illusion that government is lending a helping hand, but this money is not redistributing anything. It’s being taken from the same people who are receiving it, in the hope that they’ll just pump it back into the system at Wal-Mart or the Exxon station.

Whether the coming economic crisis will be deep or shallow is left to be seen. We may be at the start of the kind of depression our grandparents lived through in the ’30s, or we may simply experience what our parents lived through back in the ’70s. Foreign investment trusts may come in and buy our biggest banks and turn us into global citizens through the very World Bank policies we were hoping would turn all of them into US vassals.

Whatever the case, the best thing you can do to protect yourself and your interests is to make friends. The more we are willing to do for each other on our own terms and for compensation that doesn’t necessarily involve the until-recently-almighty dollar, the less vulnerable we are to the movements of markets that, quite frankly, have nothing to do with us.

If you’re sourcing your garlic from your neighbor over the hill instead of the Big Ag conglomerate over the ocean, then shifts in the exchange rate won’t matter much. If you’re using a local currency to pay your mechanic to adjust your brakes, or your chiropractor to adjust your back, then a global liquidity crisis won’t affect your ability to pay for either. If you move to a place because you’re looking for smart people instead of a smart real estate investment, you’re less likely to be suckered by high costs of a “hot” city or neighborhood, and more likely to find the kinds of people willing to serve as a social network, if for no other reason than they’re less busy servicing their mortgages.

The more connected you are to the real world, and the more consciously you reject the lure of the speculative ladder, the less of a willing dupe you’ll be in the pyramid scheme that’s in the process of collapsing all around us at this moment.

Think small. Buy local. Make friends. Print money. Grow food. Teach children. Learn nutrition. And if you do have money to invest, put it into whatever lets you and your friends do those things." Link