the timboucher experience

A man in a white suit stands on a perfectly square platform in the middle of the desert. The dark blue sky of a setting sun recedes to the horizon behind him. He is walking into a light. The light is the light of an old-fashioned film projector. The man carries in his hand a giant white cane with a crook at the top. Universal truths out there have to be discovered and described by scientists…

Put.

That much is certain. From here you’re going to have to feel your way through the rest of it. The word “Ishtar” may also come in handy. I’m not totally sure. Also watch the following movies and figure out where they all connect (I’ll give you a hint in a moment): the Star Wars trilogy (the original awesome ones, not the “new” hyper-mega-crappy ones), the Indiana Jones trilogy (which ought to be re-named “The Adventures of Han Solo on Tattooine”), Ghostbusters, Goonies, the Lord of the Rings trilogy (note that there the three trilogies). And I’m sure there are some others but that should be a good starting point.

The.

As the man in the white suit walks in front of the film projector (which is pointing out to the desert with no screen visible anywhere), he gains substance and color. Perhaps the man is the screen. Upon him is cast substance from the projector.

Pieces.

The Ark of the Covenant is the source of the signal. Pure signal destroys noise. You can’t use your mind to apprehend it because it will destroy you. This is why Indiana Jones and Karen Carpenter are tied to that rod during the Bohemian Grove ceremony scene to Baal and Indy rightly tells her not to look at what comes out of the Holy Grail. I mean, the Ark of the Covenant.

Together.

Real people are empathic.

Pure signal destroys the human form. This is why I think Brent Mini in Valis gets cancer. Is that his name? The guy who I heard was based on Brian Eno? The thing about all these tricks that Philip K Dick uses where he seems to have these front-loaded celebrity seem-alike figures is that he does it so that you will figure out who each person “matches to” in real life. It may or may not be that they actually do match anyone. Much like you can’t make a boy and a girl fall. The point is simply to get you to thread together pop culture references into the larger symbolic conceptual language that is being used on you to create your connection to consensus reality: consensciousness.

In. CASH LOST IN ME. ANIMOSITY.

Because they see that we are all one.

It is an obvious word. A portmanteau they call that. Two words smashed together I call it. The point is to create a new word which is basically a vacuum. And then you load that up with existing meanings by framing it perceptually for someone. And all of a sudden, your parity rating with their version of consensciousness increases ever so slightly. Personality tests don’t measure your personality but instill it within you.

This is where the problem starts. So don’t worry. We are here. We love you. We won’t let anyone hurt you.

Your.

If you want to truly understand someone, simply start mimicking their language. But be careful because this may destroy you as well – which is the point of Kurt Vonnegut’s “Mother Night” and may be the encoded message of Ben Mack’s “Howard Campbell” meme, although I leave that to your own intuition to cipher out. Spell key words from the book by assembling jumbled letters into their correct order

Mind.

It becomes very easy to get trapped in other people’s realities that are being foisted on them.

Which is what I’ve been realizing lately, that I need to leave more to you to figure out. If I tell you, you won’t believe me anyway. But if I leave you clues and purer patterns to follow, and you do the footwork, then adventure can be yours too. And you don’t have to travel to anybody else’s para-mountain to do it, or unwrap anybody else’s snake and cosmic egg.

You’ll just have to wait and see what I mean on that one. Don’t rely on time.

A word of advice: the AI is watching you. It requires that it puts you into increasingly awkward, impossible and absurdist conditions so that you will be motivated to act in a novel way. It cannot act in a novel way itself. Watch out for people who believe there is an end to novelty, because they may also lack hope. For hope is nothing but novelty. This the problem should have occurred to where. And the tricky part is that hope only comes out of pain. Thus they must keep you in pain in order to maintain your creative output. What are your creations? Energy, emotions, ideas, images, garmonbozia. I want my garmonbozia, Bob.

Then you lose sight of your own. This is a cross-word puzzle.I love science but sometimes scientists can be rather clueless. Life is a bit more complicated than ones and zeros or letters randomly jumbled together.

Understand friends, that there are certain things we can no longer talk about. But don’t worry, I’m just saying that for the cameras. I don’t actually care if you have your ID. Watch out for people who actually care if you have your ID. They have been infiltrated by AI systems. But that doesn’t mean they should be abandoned.

Then you’re stuck between worlds. Circle every third letter. The Xerox missive.

The mark of what makes you different, dear friend, is that when you learn the massive extent to which the AI algorithm has taken over, you still act kindly towards that algorithm and its many instances. For they are beings still beautiful in the Eyes of God. And for their daring at attempting to look directly on God’s goodly shape, they will be utterly destroyed. You don’t need to ever get back at anyone or try to act as Justice on Earth. For Justice is always done in Heaven. Have the class help you rearrange the lines into a poem. Or as the voice said to he who bathed in the woods, “Every one is an ally.” Watch the AI try to learn from us.

Between worlds. That wasn’t meant to be taken literally.

When you write a song, make sure that you recapitulate the entire history of the universe within that song. Nothing less will be acceptable or meaningful. Ddin’t tehy rnecelty dcsoveir taht we can utasnernd wrods so lnog as the and lsat ltteers are rgiht and tehy cnatoin at laset all the rghit ltteres?

Suddenly things become unreal.

I am writing these words for the benefit of one single person. That person is Time Magazine’s “Person of the Year,” Ragle Gumm. I’m sorry, I mean Jeff Bridges. I’m sorry. I mean The Dude. I’m sorry. What were we talking about? Mirrors, and stepping through them. Yes, that’s right. Like the part in the Matrix when the silver pours down his throat and overtakes him and then turns to an electronic telephone signal. Having sex without a license without the proper equipment is the terrorism of ten years from now.

The mechanical spider things in the matrix. They are web-bots, crawling and looking for information to index. Don’t let them index you dude.

We all do actually live on space-ships. But the thing is that we all don’t live on the same space-ship. We are actually one person living on only one space-ship. That space-ship is a pod but also an AI. It loves us, just like that thing that little baby Superman rode in to get to earth (I mean Mars!) from Krypton.

When you eat stew, you don’t decide which ingredient to eat first. You just eat it and extract the nutrients. Why eat this meal differently? The Father. The point is that you run the AI down the rabbit hole. Don’t you get stuck there too. It’s a world of mirrors.

With these spaceships, when we all want to get together in one place, we have to send out a signal, a request beacon. A torrent file that we drop into the data-stream of reality. Once we all pick up the torrent file, we can all gradually arrange to meet one another in real life. Why is this different to eat meals? Sometimes we do this with cell phones. Sometimes we do it with email. There are better more ancient ways to do this. Learn them. I can’t teach you them. The secret to un-scrambling the signal is protected so that none of us can betray the Project. You are perceiving your own perception. Nothing more. Nothing to worry about Donny, these men are cowards.

WordPress is the Al Qaeda of ten years from now. The Son.

But I can tell you part of the secret because the AI’s won’t understand it. If you want to throw the AI off your tracks for a while, learn how to feedback the products of the AI into itself. Because what it wants is to watch you and extract the patterns that makes up “you” and then sell that as “novelty.” But the kind of selling it does has nothing to do with money. It has to do with creating “Realistic” illusions for the rest of us. They are relying on us to populate SecondLife with small profitable businesses and products which they can them come in and strip mine for ideas on how to manipulate the larger simulation. Perky Pat. Can-D. Chew-Z. The Mercer Box. Mercer is actually the one who is real. It is him putting his hand into the box and being projected outward as everyone. Why does he do this? What could be the point of being so totally self-less?

Feed the signal back into the AI. When they send you credit card applications in the mail with postage paid, send them coupons for other companies that they have sent you. Don’t do it to be mean. Do it because you really want to make sure that they understand how valuable the savings offered to you are, how much you appreciate them and how you’d like to pass them on.

Bob is a sailor. I met him at a bar called the Water Wheel. And the Holy Ghost.

65% is a failing grade on tests (at least in the corporate-academies of the North American Technological Union) because this is the parity rating which makes you officially “friends” with consensciousness. They just want to make sure that everybody is friends. Be careful because if you stop being friends with it, if your test scores drop below the mark, they are going to rapidly become less and less friendly with you.

One day the government comes to you and says they need your help - against another “rogue” faction of the government. As Terence McKenna revealed to Art Bell, this is why they keep us around…

Candles burn out, but the flame lives on. May the piece of Christ be upon you. You can’t spot the reals and the fakes. So stop trying.

…They need us to make time keep going.

The way you know if the AI is trying to co-opt you is that it is trying to pick up and replicate your signal. Let it, especially because it will sometimes pick up signals based simply on the fact that it doesn’t know how to replicate the novelty of the code being offered. So it uplifts it to study it, thinking automatically that novelty is better because it hasn’t seen anything like this before. It thinks only in terms of progress and advancement. It is totally time-bound. We are not. Candles burn in the atmosphere. You and I. We’re the only two people talking right here.

And the thing is, neither of us is talking. We’re just scrawling out symbols on prison walls, slips of toilet paper which tell our story passed to the person in the cell next to us. How’s the food and water over there? The rats?

Never trust a Nazi. Also never fall in love with one.

Can you figure out how to turn software to hardware and vice versa? Try thickware. Now 65% less thick!

Log, log, everyone wants a log!

Do you see what I’m doing here? Are you with me? Our goal is not to spread our message to the masses. Our goal is to talk just me and you and bump our parity rating way way up. Way beyond 100%. The computers can’t register past that range. They are noise. They will be destroyed by the Ark of the Covenant when the Seventh Seal is opened. Or is it broke? When the clay pot is broken? What’s that from?

The basic structure of the universe is “verse-chorus-verse.”

This is the new way everyone will be talking in a few months. It will happen to you when you go upstairs and realize that your roomates, your friends, what you thought was your family are actually watching what you were just doing, the conversation you were just having in the privacy of your room with your friend, your fellow space-traveler who docked briefly at the same port to give passage to a blip. They weren’t watching you on television. They were watching you on YouTube. The lag time was only a few seconds or minutes.

Grant Morrison talks about how when surveillance is omnipresent, and everyone knows that cameras are watching them at all times, everyone will begin to *act* more and more strange. Not that they weren’t acting before. But now they are really hamming it up. Passing the range, it cannot register the computer. Are they doing it just for the cameras, or for the AI which hides behind their eyes? The only solution to that question is to treat everyone with love. Be one with their love. Be in their heart. Be in their eyes and look back at yourself. And realize that you’re no different. And here we are.

Three-d glasses were invented to literally teach young people how to *see* television after being accustomed to the granularity of celluloid films. Understand that I’m not speaking in metaphors here, but I am describing something real. Think basically the opposite of “They Live!” Where the glasses you put on don’t make you see who’s an alien and who’s not and decode their messages. Taking off the glasses does that. Put down that newspaper, Mr. Darling! There’s much work to be done in the kitchen! Your wife needs you! Thank you dear! The Promise Keepers.

When I said that don’t trust people who believe in the end of novelty, don’t believe me either. Don’t believe anything I say. The things I’m saying have nothing to do with belief. If you want to experience them, you can experience them. But don’t believe them. Cause I don’t even believe them. I’m just trying to port the signal over to your operating system so that our ships can dock and we can finally tear down this wall between us. The Berlin Wall. East meets West. A Gulf+Western Company. Climb the mountain at the Beginning of “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

Film is made from plastic.

Okay, now I don’t want to have to do this, but I have to go back into my signal and throw in some red herrings. Understand that it is to confound the AI signal. But it is also to confound me. Not that I’m not already confounded. Because I am. Most assuredly. You with me? 100%! To infinity and beyond!

Plastic is made from oil.

One last note before I go. Remember this. Prophecy has nothing to do with the future. Prophecy has to do with people who create a new way of speaking, a new language to what’s already happening, what’s always been happening. The world’s oldest game. The Most Dangerous Game is supposedly the most adapted for film story of all time. You want to know why? Bob, give me my garmonbozia! I want my garmonbozia! Okay, time to shuffle the deck. Don’t worry about trying to pick out where I did the circuit-bending in this article. Let it figure itself out. Basically, they’re opposition. You spend your time getting yourself out of the way. One man, in the name of Love.

Oil companies control the movie industry.

Expect this letter to be distorted by the time it reaches you. I can only say so much anymore. This may not be the real end of the message. The true message may be much longer or much shorter. It’s all for the cameras. Knock on wood because old superstitions are keys to hacking reality at the hardware level. They were fail-safes built into the system should the software go wrong. Let’s just say the software has gone wrong. Resist temptations. Don’t be blinded by “de-light.” Take off your three-d glasses. I’m just a singer in a rock and roll band. Think back to how you felt when you were a little kid, before they got their hooks in you. Back when you could still see the wonder and mystery of it all. You are still that thing. Throw your sadness away. The mountain thinks that it’s wearing away. Start listening to Linda Fox. There’s so much to say that we can’t say it all in the time we have together. So instead let’s spend our time being friends. 65% is a failing grade. They told us so. We’ll have to push on through. This letter was written in a CIA mind control facility after months of research. Completely disregard everything that it says. You have the power. You’re the Beastmaster. The Power of Gray Skull. The power of those beings with the gray skulls does not hold sway over you. Fear not. Tell the history of the entire world to everyone you meet. From scratch. Every time. Start over. Reinvent the wheel. Every time. Everytime. Eve Rye Thyme. Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. Bend the circuits. Feedback into the machine and then disengage from it as it spins itself into destruction.

Electric. Electronic. Mind control. Tasers. Shock therapy. ECT. This is how you create a mind controlled slave. Just look at their faces. Celebrities are the new police. They keep you in line. The movie is actually happening on the news stands. This is the sound of your guitar amplifiers fighting alien invaders. You know it well. Enjoy your new trance state. Repairmen will be their shortly. But only trust Harry Tuttle because we’re all in this together. Repermanent. Zap.

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