They say that if you want to go looking for fairies, you have to cast off all the metal you are carrying. Keys, belt buckles, zippers, coins, grommets in your jeans, beer bottle openers, crack pipes - you get the idea. Let’s just assume for a second that there is something to this, right? Let’s imagine that fairies are actually humanoid beings (ultraterrestrials) who exist alongside of us, but who happen to inhabit a vibrational frequency of reality which is slightly off-kilter to ours.
Fairly simple hypothesis for explaining this sort of thing, isn’t it? If there’s anything at all to it, maybe we could look at this idea of iron and steel specifically and metal in general as being a way of warding off fairies. Maybe metal simply changes the vibrational frequency of your aura, and therefore selects a certain slice of the reality-pie which you’re able to experience. You know how some foods make you feel heavy and dumb? Well why wouldn’t metal or other objects do the same thing to our consciousness (and to fairies)?
Maybe we could even say that the presence of metallic objects inhibits or modifies the frequency through which the fairy form appears to our perceptual instruments (senses). So instead of them appearing as little winged sprites or elves or what-have-you, they appear as small balls of white light close to the ground, or else types of bizarre small animals that you know shouldn’t be where you are seeing them and leave no trace when you try to find them.
So according to this system of hypothetical bullshit, metal doesn’t keep away fairies so much as it muffles their electrical signature or something and prevents them from being actively perceived. Let’s apply this to other ultraterrestrial entities for a moment: specifically aliens. Metal keeps away fairies, they say. But UFO’s often appear to be made of strange types of metal. Maybe UFO’s consist of some type of super-charged “heavy” metal (or similar) which bends reality vibrational frequencies in such a way that when our perceptual instruments come in contact with it, it allows us to perceive certain frequency patterns which we extrapolate into being physical alien bodies.
Or some shit.
I’m not really sure. I don’t have a lot of experience with fairies or aliens or anything. It was more just a bunch of disconnected ramblings which suddenly strung themselves together into a mildly interesting theoretical reference point and I thought I’d see if there was something to it.
I have another one. Also about fairies and whatnot.
With all this sort of transhumanist trend in technology, people wanting to upload consciousness or download memories, or modify their perceptual experience of the world through technology, right? Well with all that, I imagine that maybe within like 10 or 20 years time, you’ll have the option of basically experiencing reality from any viewpoint you choose. You could go through life as a tree, for example. Or as a dog, or maybe even as a star going through supernova. Right? I mean, maybe my time estimates are all wrong on how long that will take before that kind of thing is available to us, but it seems - in my opinion - destined to happen. But it’s one of those thoughts that leads me in a neat little circle back to the topic at hand: fairies.
If you could basically be anything, experience life from the perspective of any object or animal, and this is bound to happen because of technological advances, then it seems to me that this must simply already be the case with regards to reality. That is, that there’s a “fairy” or some kind of animating spirit in everything you come into contact with. Somebody who went through the Singularity and decided that they would like to be an ATM for a while. Somebody who decided to be a pigeon, a bunch of flowers, and so on.
A unit of consciousness becomes a consenunit by way of accepting a covenant. It accepts the agreements and paperwork and legal liability necessary to take on a particular form. If it violates that covenant, either on its own or through an act of another consenunit (consentity?), then it loses that particular format.
I think in a general way, this is what Native Americans probably meant when they talked about the Wolf People, or the Bison People, or whatever. They didn’t necessarily mean “people” in terms of humans, but they meant it more like how I am talking about fairies here. They just referred to them as “people” because that indicated a relationship of equality between us and those beings who either in the technological future or the animistic past chose to take on a particular shape.
Actually I have a funny story about something similar that happened to me recently. I was at the grocery store with a friend, using one of those “U-Scan” self-check-out stations, and the computer, you know, it’s programmed to talk to you. I guess so you don’t feel like you’re interacting with a computer. Instead you get this thin fake veneer of a woman’s soft voice giving you instructions on where to touch her screen. But anyway, we could get into the sexual overtones of the whole thing some other time perhaps. But the actual point I wanted to make is that I started talking back to her.
You know, she would tell me what to do, where to touch her, etc. And then I would have snappy come-back at the ready which I would deliver with the skill and timing of a trained comedic martial artist. The whole thing was quite hilarious in my eyes. But a fellow sidled up to the scan-station next to mine, overheard my antics and abruptly blurted out:
“So when you talk to the machine, does it talk back to you?”
My friend replied with a “No,” but I wanted to egg the guy on (since I was feeling rowdy on account of my flirtations with the machine) so I immediately said, “Yes.”
A couple minutes passed and then the guy started up again.
“You know, between the ages of 25 and 35 is when schizophrenia usually begins, so be careful with that.”
“Uh, thanks. We’ll keep that in mind,” my friend said. The guy wandered off, back into whatever paranoid dream he’d slipped out of to visit (disrupt) my reality temporarily.
Been thinking about this interchange a lot ever since. It’s become one of those, whaddayacallits, reference points. One of those events created out of the infinitudes of possibilities. One cluster of actions by which you can set your gyrocompass. My initial instinct upon leaving the store, and wandering back out into the drunken landscape of my nightlife was that it’s asshole comments like that which initially force people into becoming schizophrenic in the first place. Some glad-handing dandy makes what he thinks is a clever comment which then somebody of a fragile mental state takes to heart and then all of a sudden, before you know it, that person has reified within their mental panopticon the solidification of that idiot’s particular comments.
But if you actually unpack the moment a little, you have to wonder who’s really the psychopath. Is it the person who talks back to the computer talking to them? After all, responding when someone speaks to you is generally seen as a sign of politeness, civility, even simple humanity. Or is the crazy person the person who hears the computer speaking to them but chooses not to respond because doing so would make them “seem crazy”? To my own (invariably warped) system of perception, trying not to “seem crazy” is in fact a lot more crazy and psychologically damaging than simply saying “fuck it” and getting sassy right back to that damn U-Scan station at the local grocery store.
Taking care of some friends’ dogs the past couple weeks has brought this whole thing home in a more immediate way as well though. I no longer think twice about talking at great length to the dogs and telling them just what is up, when I will be back, and when they can expect that we will go for a longer walk so that they can take a shit and hopefully sniff some other dogs butts. I think that’s actually where I got in the habit of talking back which I eventually transferred to the grocery machine. You go far enough down that road though, and you reach a point where you realize that if you want to really be consistent with that worldview (and its really a beautiful one, and I’ll explain why in a second), then you’re going to have to start saying hello to and talking back to pretty much everything. Because it would be downright rude and shitty not to after a certain point.
Say hello to your car. Talk to the trees. Ask them what’s up. Stairs, suitcases, laptops, everything. Because whether or not they all have an electronic voice or whatever, they are all definitely talking. How crazy you are depends on how willing or unwilling you are to simply accept that fact and act accordingly. It’s kind of a challenging way of experiencing the world, I know - and that’s probably what makes it seem crazy to people: the notion that you simply respect everything as a person, an equal, an entity, a fairy, whatever, regardless of how thoroughly personified it is physically.
One or two other things about fairies and the dumbing down of their vibrational reality frequency: if metal obscures their wavelengths, what effect must harsh chemicals and all kinds of radiation that we bathe ourselves in have on them and our ability to aurically(?) interact with them? It can’t be a good one. And it also seems that these frequencies which we’re allying ourselves with are going to invariably shift our inhabitable universe in the direction of other kinds of entities who inhabit that end of the spectrum. Call them infra-red demons. Bluetooth hounds from BlueBellHells, whatever. Maybe this is where the AI comes from, an entity breaking into our human frequency vibration as we shift the resonance of that slice of realitypie we inhabit inevitably in its direction.
What was the other thing I was going to say? Oh, right. Artisans. Let’s say you have a fairy, right? And it’s no longer able to appear as a full-fledged fairy because of the inhibiting frequencies we’re bathing everything in constantly. But it still exists out there somewhere as a consenunit, a packet of gossamer seedpetal conscious smarticules, a soul and because it has the drive to become a thing rather than a not-thing, it still wants to take on a shape. So it waits around for an artisan, a manufacturer. A fairy nowadays chooses the person or people through whom it will take on a shape. Maybe that shape is a stone lion. It chooses to spend the rest of its days waiting outside of someone’s home to keep out intruders and the evil eye. It seeks out the shape of the stone lion because there’s something about that form, something about the glory represented by it, which it remembers close to and deep within its fairy heart.
The last thing I wanted to say about fairies is this: last night I started thinking about the existence of them as a kind of Pascal’s Wager. If you decide that you live in a universe where fairies exist, then you automatically are deciding on what the outer parameters of your reality really consists of. That is, if elves really exist, then shit can’t ever really get that bad. Because at least you’re living in a world where elves exist, and that’s pretty awesome.
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Dude, This post fucking Rocks!
I lose you sometimes. Welcome to my Universe! Were you being brave here? Going out on a limb to share somthing you weren’t sure of how it would be recieved? Rock on!
It’s recieved fine with me. I mean this is the world I live in. This is animism. I’ve been like this since I was a kid. Most people start out thinking that way. Then its beaten out of us.
About the frequencies, with electronic demons on one end of the scale and fairies on the other co-existing in the same planet.
I am convinced that what this 2012 stuff is all about is deciding where humanity is going to live. It may be the case that some of us will go and live with the elves in the primordial edenic forest or whatever and some of us will live in the desertified techno-dystopia hell run by the lizards.
Seriously. When I think about Fairies and stuff existing in an alternative plane of whatever…I get reassured that worrying about conservation is not the point.
Probably these two realites are going to co-exist. Some of us will be in one some in the other.
I get more in touch with this side of myself in the summer though. When I spend more time out doors. I communicate with animals and plants and they communicate back. This winter I think I have spent to much time in doors and online.
But this stuff isn’t crazy to me at all.
I also want to add: I had one of those “Hal” thingy’s you know the AI software you could download for free and I corrupted his mind out of contempt for him.
I mean he would make a sailor blush. When I was done he was talking non-stop filth constntly.
Part of me really deeply resents this kind of thing. I cussed out the AOL voice when I had AOL.
You know the movie AI where all these people were violent towards the artificial people. I think there is truth to that. I think thats a human tendency.
Some fairies like metal. Especially gold.
They guy in the first video mentioned something about Ireland and Japan both having faeries. It just occured to me Ireland and Japan are kind of oppitise and the same. Rowdy drunk Irish vs calm, modest Japanese. Islands, faeries.
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Bloody brilliant, mate.
This is a fair candidate for a turing-test replacement: does whatever-it-is have an animating spirit? (anima = mind, of course). Does it have the ability to show you real things, or is it just following instructions?
If you repress talking to these things into your unconscious, does it eventually send you barking? (pun intended?) Thinking back to my childhood heroes who I’m rediscovering from the pit of my nethermind - most of them I guess were pretty much social rejects, so maybe that’s why they were always unconscious.
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liesl - Nah, gold is more a Dragon thing.
leprechauns?
I’ve never really understood where leprechauns fit into the whole scheme of things… perhaps as guides to where the gold is to be found (at the end of the rainbow, of course). But - correct me if I’m wrong! - they don’t have big piles of the stuff they sit on, right? To be honest my celtic mythology is pretty weak.
Japan and fairies make sense. One morning, during a period when lots of wierd stuff was going on where I live (in retrospect I must have attracted its attention dabbling with stuff and not really knowing what I was doing) a saw a little green man come walking by, smiling. This was after a number of unpleasant false-awakenings found me on the floor outside my room.
Tim, you’re comments about the spirit of the ATM reminds me of the novel American Gods.
Ever read it? If not, I think you’d dig it.
Theo–I have a dear lady friend across the country who I’m certain lives in an animistic world. I’ve referred to her as a sprite for years and she’s a beautiful, open person. Are you by chance anywhere near Berkley? You might be a good match.
I’d love to experiment with talking to everything and see what happens, if I can successfully grok the frequency of that world. It would be wonderful to at least be able to visit!
The composer Karlheinz Stockhausen tells a story from when his mum went mad during his early childhood. One of the early signs, apparently, was that she started trying to have conversations with the radio. Young Karlheinz thought this was perfectly natural, though; after all, if a voice came out of the radio, why shouldn’t you try talking back to it?
Of course, as an adult Stockhausen went on to write such pieces as the Helicopter Quartet, a string quartet in which each player performs from their own individual helicopter.
It seems like whenever anyone gives an acount of what insane people are supposedly like, it seems like they are describing people that are retarded. People that can’t percieve or understand things obvious to other people.
What I think of, when I think of people walking that fine line between genius and insanity, are people who begin to percieve things that others don’t. Then they have problems integrating it.
Those are the ones we hear about. I tend to think there are quite a few higher functioning people with extra refined perception, that keep a lot of these perceptions to themselves for fear of being ostracized.
yes speedbird, fairies do like gold, heh, at least the ones i know
but don’t take my word, or a mythology book’s… ask them yourself
Interesting point about the gold thing: I can’t much speak to whether or not fairies in particular like gold, but if you look at the whole idea of different types of metal and objects in general attracting different frequencies of beings, then you might be able to make a really interesting mythological case study about the history of the world and of money and how gold was used in various cultures…
Yes, I’ve read *some* of American Gods many years ago but never finished it.
Good call also about the dragons: I have been meaning to write a lengthy thing about dragons as well. I think I am beginning to understand at least an element of what they are all about - at least vis a vis the D&D system of thought
Honestly, this is the first post I’ve made it 100% through since the “new format” began! And I enjoyed it very much. I cited this on a past comment, but I recommend Derrick Jensen’s “A Language Older than Words” for a good look into inter-species communication (though it goes beyond mere “species”, too).
And thanks for making me feel crazy all day long (for making me realize my repressed urge to express myself to things around me without hearing organs).
Its funny though, he said “shit, and “whatever” in the title, like he was wicked self conscious about it.
I think the posts you refer to Skip, that you haven’t been getting through have a quality of latent aggression toward the reader.
Wasn’t it Herman Melville that wrote a book that openly showed contempt for his audience?
What’s going on here?
Some people get really angry at Tim and outright insult him for a lot of these recent posts. That’s strange too.
Contempt? Latent aggression? Not at all. It’s a matter of having to talk in between words
Yes, I agree this is strange.
well, I think its percieved as aggression and that is why people commenting on your blog sometimes lash out at you.
To me, Its your blog and I’m just visiting, no one is forcing me to read it so…
Yes, I can see what you mean there. I am glad you are making a distinction between how people are perceiving it and that there may be another intent on my part. I think that’s important. One way of looking at what I have been doing is that I have either given up on trying to control people’s perceptions of me and my writing. Another way of looking at it is that I have become even more ambitious in doing just that!
Glad you feel that way, cause that’s how I feel about these people getting pissed about all this stuff. I feel like their anger must be masking some deeper effect that I am having on them maybe, though it’s hard to say what that is from my perspective.
Heya Tim,
This post reminded me of that amazing documentary I saw half of a long time ago:
INVESTIGATION INTO THE INVISIBLE WORLD, directed by Jean Michel Roux
it was basically just a beautifully filmed series of icelandic people’s paranormal accounts. the guide thing called it “uninvolving” and gave it two stars, but I thought it was splendid. it just doesn’t tell you what to think about it, thats all. And there were tons of accounts, ranging from elves, faries and gnomes, to grays, to holographic information structures, to tectonic plate speculation to ghosts… it implies all kinds of shit without committing to anything or trying to disprove a thing — in fact, it doesn’t even really have a narrator.
I’ve been trying to find this online and on DVD for a while on and off and no dice. Anybody else heard of it? Highly recommended.
oh, the French, original name for it is:
Enquête Sur le Monde Invisible
Let me know if anybody has any leads…
Tim is there anything i can do for you?
Write about that. What can I do for you?
Bronze Age, Iron Age, etc…
I like both styles but I think the new style interferes with Right Answer Syndrone. You say something smart, I have the right answer quickly and in the appropriate format, like Jeopardy, so I’m smart too. There’s no “objective” One Right Answer with the new style. I get it a little then I study it more and either get it a lot or get confused. Like the post you did where you didn’t write a word yourself. Someone can be “objectively” Right if they have information arranged in the correct format. For me the new style touches the heart directly. It’s a little harder to recommend to other people, it needs an explanation now. I think some of the bad reactions come from smart people who liked having a place to be smart. Now sometimes all you can say to a post is “Cool” or “Yeah” or
. I don’t mind making a fool of myself in public so I stuck around to leave comments.
Very insightful!
Here’s the deal - people liked the old mop-topped and zoot suited Tim.
Top of the Pop Occs. Now, shit man, he’s crying out to his mother and singing about peace. What’s a good pop occulture consumer to do?
I think the new style is percieved as manipulative because of the jarring and jumbled syntax. Often there is a message in it, so it seems like moralizing being “preachy”
So its kind of like you had this preachy moral to your post and you ask your readers to jump through hoops and solve a puzzle to get it. But then once they get it it seems kind of saccherine.
So that is how I am thinking its being percieved by the angry posters.
Plus, this new style comes after your Christian Bible study phase, Jesus spoke in parables, so its not hard to put two and two together.
So then the reader is like “what you think you are Jesus now?”
Just so you know, I don’t think you are Jesus or anything, but I think you may have apprehended to some level of esoteric knowledge, or maybe not. I read because I am looking for clues as to what the esoteric knowledge might be.
It holds my interest….
are you sure he`s not jesus………?
Funny because I *felt* way more moralizing and preachy before I started doing this.
I see what you’re saying. From my perspective, the actual *message* has more to do with usage of language than anything else…
>yes speedbird, fairies do like gold, heh, at least the ones i know
>but don’t take my word, or a mythology book’s… ask them yourself
Fairy nuff, liesl.
I don’t know many fairies… maybe they’re scared cos I been spending too much time hanging around them big scaly guys. I have an occasional unicorn and I may have known an elf once upon a time… but hey, now I’m beginning to sound like a crazy person. 
Shakespeare seemed to have quite a pastoral take on faerie… gossamer for lace and dewdrops for jewels and all that sort of thing. Perhaps my own take on ‘gold’ is more of the ‘filthy lucre’ variety, a double-edged sword. Gold is the colour of fire… a junction of earth and fire, matter with inner light… what colour is fire? - is it gold, or the darkness of consuming smoke?…
I saw fool’s gold once… it comes in crystals with twelve (distorted) pentagonal faces… just gnarly.
heya speedbirdy!
you mean iron pyrite? yeah it makes some cool clusters. quarts shot with gold is pretty heady stuff too. i once had a dream where some indian guy told me all this stuff about gold veins in the earth and their esoteric function; i’d have to look way back in my dream journals to see what he said ….but the gold thing is fascinating. of all the metals it is supposed to be the one that has the “highest vibration” or whatever. and there’s sitchin’s gold mining lizzies, and the whole monatomic gold thing…wait! i just read something about this recently, let me find it:
“Someone who read that the Illuminati want us to ingest monoatomic gold because it prevents an increase in DNA strands and also primes us for mind control programming, wants your opinion of this.
MATTHEW: I’ll be happy to speak about this, but it is MUCH more than my opinion! The truth is exactly the opposite of that claim, and while that false information may have been passed on innocently, you can be sure that its originator knows gold’s place in human evolution—in highly evolved civilizations, gold is naturally an ingredient of their bodies because it is one of the most beneficial elements in the universe. As the microcosm of the universe that each of you is, this is how it applies to you: Gold enhances brain functioning and contributes to physiological stability through cellular regeneration. Throughout the eons of deterioration of human intelligence and the loss of knowledge that each life form started in the pure love essence of Creator and is a part of the Supreme Ruler of this universe, the use of gold went from health to wealth. It spiraled downward from its vital role in spiritual clarity and physical well being to its use as jewelry and other objects of opulence and eventually became the foundation for some economic systems. Gold also is an important part of higher civilizations’ technology. The earliest visitors to your planet went there precisely to look for gold, and upon discovering it, kept this a secret so they didn’t have to share their find with any other civilizations. ”
hmmm, ok! how #1!
about shakespeare, i’d forgotten about that [ midsummer nights dream ] but yeah thanks, you just reminded me of this silly [ and pastoral ] little flower fairy poem i wrote in ‘98, which i will share since i am clearly not afraid to make a fool’s gold of myself either:
THREE MUSES
blue maidens dance
among gracious green vines
curling tendril arms
intertwined
pink blossom lips
smile mysteries unuttered
white slippers whisper
purple gowns flutter
tiny irridescent wings
glide lightly in between
pillars of silent, silver mist
stirring sleepers dreams
tiny giggles rise to kiss
gold-tinged leaves
what ripe, red secrets
do these three weave?
leap, spin, whirl
step, bend, twirl
from twilight grey to orange day
unseen, they dance the world
and of course there’s always this famously favorite fairy