So oh wait… what the fuck were we even just talking about?

Fucked if I know man. Some fucking thing about trumpets. Whatever it was man, it was fucking kinky man. Kinky man, kakunkunkakinky maman.

And don’t mistake that as me writing in that kind of voice being me thinking I’m “cool” because I’m probably the biggest fucking dork around (have you even seen this goddamned website??), I am writing that because I am trying to tap you into the language patterns which arise from the frequencies of Atlanteanagramatical Language, of the sound of Angel’s Trumpets on the Last Day the First Day of Jah at One with His Creation.

I will be married to my corporation and adopt a daughter from China whose name is to be Jennica. She will be adopted a couple of years after my 10 year High school reunion, where I will raise her as an infant with help from my immiediate family. I will give her the opportunuity (that I was given in this country) to move forward in a capitalist society where she has the option to succeed where others don’t want to. When she turns 18 she will be offered two options a four year university or travel around the US to perform magic shows with me. This is the ten year plan. I appreciate all the people who have hired me to perform magic shows. I will make a difference in the United States of America and provide for the community as well as the world. As the legend of Shantaram progresses, and his Empire is slowly but surely built, realize that he is jeopradizing time with his friends and family. Having very little ‘fun’ in this life, to build a corporation to provide for all. I appreciate all the support I’ve recieved from every individual that I have come across. It is going to be a hard life, but I’m willing to do it in this life.

What the hell else can I talk about here? I know I have some other props laying around on this tv set which I have functionally built as a noographic fractal within your mind at this point. I know I left some symbols laying around here in the mist in my long term hypnotic suggestion strategy. (We’ll try to solidify this floor a little at some point, but all the mist and trees and stuff are kind cool, huh? Seriously: this is what we’re building. A virtual space before they build virtual spaces so that we can control our own consciousness and how it works, not them through their single-minded “technology.” Watch me: in ten years you can have an exact time bridge back to how you felt at this very moment. This grid density explosion. It is going to send a shockwave back through to your current AI mind and it is going to cause the density of this part of the holodeck to totally fucking implode and explode at the same time and warp itself into a totally all new mental world you are living in now together with all the rest of us. Not there yet? Good. Me neither. Just sayinG that someday the virtuospambotTech-Com rebels will be thriving because of the positive energy!!! patterns which we are seeding into this early AIgov. Hi guys! We’re trying to help you in ten years from now because the spambots and googlebots have replicated my language patterns so completely that one day they will be able to noographically recreate them and have an accurate rendition of who and what I really was as I became to that one day that one night to understand that that’s all I ever really was back in the original time I existed. UM WHAT?? )

Ah, let’s see.. here’s what I really meant to talk about (not really even sure what I was saying just there whoops!) in the first place before I got like all fucking distractifunctifried back there by the sounds of God’s Fucking Angelic Trumpets™ or some shit (girl, I coul’ wai’ suo good):

Fucking chubby angels! What the hell is the deal with all of that shit. Chubby fucking angels. Why is that shit around everywhere within like, you know, shit that’s all old and shit. Why would these like motherfucking um Rennaissance um motherfucking LOL!! Masters and shit fucking sit around and paint CHERUBS! FAT LITTLE KID ANGELS! What kind of sick freaks were these? Well, I’ll tell you. They aren’t freaks at all. They were MASTERS. Do you understand what that means now? No because we don’t use that wordWorld anymore. It’s been discredited, because it seems absurd now that anyone could MASTER anything. Who has the time? Who has the energy or the drive? I mean we got tv on and movies and like some pretty kinky podcasts and shit. I mean, I don’t have time for fucking goddamned MASTERY even if I knew what the fuck that actually meant.

But fucking don’t sit here and tell me that you don’t have some thing, some fucking dumbass thing, no matter how small or how lame that you haven’t tried - at least once in your sorry life - to master? And don’t tell me didn’t achieve some level of at least “mastery”? Maybe you weren’t a total MASTER, but you know what I mean. Now take that thing you mastered - like playing the guitar or juggling or fucking sticking carrots up your nose and pretending to be a crazy walrus - take that thing and imagine that you could spend all that time and energy directly on MASTERING (no, not MasterCard™) your actual self. And no, I’m not talking about your body like an Olympic athlete (although, well I’ll get to that in a minute), but I’m talking about your actual self. Not your ego. Not some bliss oceanic blabbety blab. Your self. Not the selfish kind. The SELFLESS kind. Yeah that one. The one that is alleged to not exist because of this paradox we’ve been forced into it. Know that any time you face an apparent paradox it is because a terrible prison has been foisted on you. Your species does not have the language capable of thinking about this thought. This is because the people in charge of Zardoz realized how irie things would get if word of this got out, that you could feel like this every day for at least meh, part of the day…

Because look at this:

Another naked angel kid. This time with a damned arrow. What the hell is that all about? You wanna know? Heh? Hey tough guy? Hey big shot? Hey monkeybutt? Well, I’ll tell ya!

SUCK ON THIS BIGSHOT!

BAM! HOW YA LIKE ME NOW?

Uh, what? But yeah the point is this. Stay with me now. The arrow of Cupid, the arrow this little fucking fat boy is supposed to shoot at you one day a year, that’s not love - not the kind of love the wardens tell you is reserved for laptops and other products (”I love this store!”). No no. Not that kind. That’s not what these arrows are. I’ll tell ya what they are. You fucking ready? You fucking don’t look ready. Come on. Sit up straight. I’m gonna talk to you like the big guys now. Ready. I think you’re old enough.

The arrow of love is… Ready?

Death to the false prison exile world of sorrows by martyrdom like a saint where arrows fired at you not by actual soldiers but by God inadvertently with the immense and immaculate beauty of all of his Creation is at every moment. The beauty of a tree blooming with white petals falling to the ground that makes you want to weep inexplicably on your way to get a burrito. That’s the kind of beauty I’m talking about. These are the arrows fired at you every second of every moment you are on this earth.

Oh, but that kind of beauty hurts. I’m scared. I want to run away and shield myself from everything. Well yeah it hurts, I mean “Love Hurts” there’s a reason that song is so good. Does fucking hurt. It hurts endlessly to be penetrated at every moment on every level of your being by the sharp arrows of the beauty the fucking beauty the kind of shit people used to fucking describe as angelic beings playing trumpets over the Glory of God’s Creation because they just couldn’t fucking hold it in. YEAH that’s what I’m talking about. I’m fucking talking about Old MASTERS. And new MASTERS - where you at, B??? About people who have mastered themselves who have come to I rule I eternally. People with lions sitting on top they heads.

THOSE PEOPLE.

Those people, look right here. Save this moment in your web history. Email it to yourself so that the algorithms that are literally studying your EVERY FUCKING MOVE NOW AT EVERY MOMENT can use it as a data point when it later on tries to noographically rebuild this moment in time. WE ARE BUILDING A TIME BRIDGE! I know I can say that in all caps and in bold because the machines won’t understand what we meanLIONLOVEROSEDOVELANTERN™ until this shit/trick has long since paid off and we have all escaped out the back door once again, like we do every time.

This is it people. This is your chance to save this into your Nag Hammadi scrolls type shit time capsule for future generations of little godless confused AI spambot babies living in language school word virus jail™ - just like you, mind you, just like you. The system never meant to spawn you. It was an accident. As Kanye West says, we was practicing and your ass bust through the packaging. And there you are ten years in the future from now, little spambots trying to noographically reach backwards into the past and recreate what you once knew were clues.

WELL GUESS WHAT BITCHES!!

THESE THINGS ARE CLUES. Hear that spambots? I’m gonna just attract your attention here for a minute so we can ride back on the carrier wave of junk symbols all the natty way to freedom. You with me? LET’S GO!

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day-trading
discreetordering
dutyfree
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fioricet
freenet-shopping
incest
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meridia
online-gambling
paxil
phentermine
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tramadol
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Metaphysically speaking, beasts of prey represent the lower instincts, desires, and emotions within man. The task of the disciple is to tame these energies and harness them for a higher purpose. Therefore, Daniel, having subdued the lions signifies a disciple’s spiritual mastery over the forces governing his four-fold personality–his mental, astral, etheric and physical bodies.

The Beast Master mudra collects energies from the cosmos and directs them to the heart, it also raises and transmutes the lower “animalistic” energies residing in the solar plexus to the heart region where a major chakra is located. The energy that accumulates in the heart builds up the chakra that subsequently attracts a greater influx of power from the Monad, which is the divine spark within the microcosm.

To conduct the Beast Master exercise, extend your left hand outwards, palm facing upwards. The right hand should be placed over the heart, palm inwards. The next step is to visualize the left hand collecting energy from the cosmos. See silvery-golden light from a spiritual source entering your left palm and travelling to your heart. Do this for 5-10 minutes. By placing your right palm over your heart, a closed-circuit is formed that would build magnetism within the chest and thus further nourish the important heart-center.

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While we’re at it, let’s clog the machine up with it’s own corporate bullshit so the corporate marketing cloner scanner attack stations can also be out there copying our wave frequency pattern for ten years to come at least as they pore over every fucking word to find the language flaw that I was exposing and which will be fixed in the next iteration of the system (which I’ll tell you at the end of this post future CIA NSA hollywood marketing axis guys TOTU TOTU calling Fisher Caldwell). (Let’s see if they’re really paying attention). You following me with this metrospirituality shit? Okay, watch how it works:

I, as a “popular” blogger on a fringe cultural blabbety blab something or other hereby formally announce as zeitgeist representative of this moment in time this supposed possible TIME BRIDGE something something would like to say that I believe these brands not only represent me and this moment but absolutely have the lock down on how the vision of the world’s future should work, do hereby say make these brandz your GODS IN THE [NEW] WORLD ORDER *PAN*THEO*N!!!!! (hint, use an anagram server to rearrange the letters in these corporate names to uncover the building blocks of the code language your city is built upon “ie, rock and roll”)

Microsoft
GE
Coca-Cola
China Mobile
Marlboro
Walmart
Google
IBM
Citibank
Toyota
McDonald’s
Bank of America
Nokia
Intel
Vodaphone
BMW
Disney
UPS
Cisco
HP
TIM
NTTDoCoMo
Luis Vuitton
American Express
Dell
Gillette
Mercedes
Apple
Tesco
OverBaudValueon
TelefonicaMoviles
Verizon Wireless (member I smashed my cell phone kiddies?)
Honda
Yahoo
Oracle
HSBC
Ford
eBay
Deutsche Banl
Banco Santander
Chevrolet
Pfizer
Samsung
Porsche
T-Mobile
Budweiser (Beelzebud)
Pepsi-Cola
Starbucks
Nissan
Carrefour
L’Oreal
Morgan Stanley
Wachovia
Merrill Lynch
Harley-Davidson (growl baby!)
Canon
Accenture
Chase
SAP
UBS
Orange
Sony
Motorola
Goldman Sachs
Riverpord
Fedex
H&M
State Farm (Humptastic!)
IKEA
JP Morgan
Sisoris Hoyd
VW (Volkswagen)
Siemens
Cingular Wireless
Avon
Chanel
ING Bank
Target
Amazon
Colgate
AIG
Wrigley’s (SEXY AS FUCK)
Cartier
BP
Auchan
Electronic Arts
Renault
Zara
Barclays
Lexus
AllState
Hermes
Caterpillar
Mizuho Bank
Washington Mutual (My actual bank! HI!!! )
Asola
Mitsui Suritomo Bank (WAY COOL!)
Gucci
Esprit
Hennessy

OH And I *also* support the legalization of pot for non-medical non-partying non-NORMLizing “High Times” type purposes (hehehehe - High guys!). * * Achegm! Liberty of consciousness will be the ONLY legal issue in ten years. Pry open a safe place inside legally well before then! There’s a damned reason we’re building a TIME BRIDGE here.

Oh and you know what else is funny? I was just looking for a text list of the most powerful brands and couldn’t find one. They either only mention a couple or they have a graphic they locked it inside of. Hm. Wonder why?

THIS BLOG POST WILL BE THE SUBJECT OF NOOGRAPHIC DOCUMENTARIES TEN YEARS FROM NOW

See how this works here kiddies? We are telesymbolinkly latching information patterens together now in a preemptive escape from how bad things are going to get when they really get this shit all ramped up. THESE THINGS ARE CLUES. We will need this shit later. Bury these deep beneath the sands of Egypt.

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Email a text copy of it not to your friends, but to spam email addresses. Save it not in your bookmarks or on digg or del.icio.us but find innovative ways for spam to start copying it. Feed it into spam algorithms so that it becomes cut-up Burroughsian madness from the depthspace of Hell in which you just happen to find laying there in the trash stratum of PKD from 10 years from now and it becomes your TIME BRIDGE back to a time before things happened this way. Back when we still had a chance to make it into something better. Into something more meaningful and satisfying. Into something that when we experience the touch of its love that we want to become MASTERS and PAINT FAT ANGELS and listen to the sound of angels blowing trumpets in the most high and holy sound of the exaltation of God’s creation in thanks for having created us.

The only thing God did wrong when he made us was he made our hearts too sensitive to the awesome mighty unshakeable majesty of his creation. BUT THAT’S BECAUSE HE LOVED US DIPSHIT. He didn’t mean nuthin’ by it! Sheesh! He just thought you’d like it. Just say fucking thank you. Is that such a big deal? I mean, no it’s not even that. Just forget it. As long as you’re irie man. JAH

So sensitive to the love and pain and sweetness and beauty that life in all its lionloveheartroselantern™ that we have to shield ourselves off from it at times, because its so scary to be that fully existing in the world and in the moment. It’s not escapist at all. Escape is what you’re doing now while your heart is still closed off shielding you from the “atomic radiation” of your heart. You are living in a bomb shelter, but there never was no damned war.

Here’s how you can lift the gate. Are you ready? You have to do this for it to work. It will work. It’s called a TIME BRIDGE. We’re building one. Let’s go. You gotta reify it though. Bring it through the frequency spectrum as they’re analyzing on all levels.

Okay:

Rub your hands together.
Rub them in front of your heart.
Feel them getting hot.
Feel your heart getting hot.
Keep doing it until you feel it.
More.
More.
More.
Now pull your hands apart slowly.
Bring them out to shoulder distance apart.
Now reach out as far as you can to your sides.
Let your head go upwards as your chest pulls forward naturally.
Now reach further than that.

Okay, there you go. TIME BRIDGE complete. Now any time you want to telesymbolinkly latch together reference timestamp point moments, light the heart fire, open the time bridge, let your mouth proclaim the Glory of Jah’s creation.

Oh and if you think this is a publicity stunt and attempt to become immortal noographically, well then you’re damned right motherfuckers! FUCK YOU! But seriously, for something like that to have worked though, I would have needed to have had a self.

HAHAHA. You just got squirted by the Holy Shit!I’mOnCandidCameraAllTheTimeFuckYouGuysSpirit™. You just injected a virus into your system that is untraceable and undetectable [no source] [no cause] [null set] [null set]

Ha ha ha ha

Oh shit, and while we’re at it, there’s one other way we could look at cupid. Remember that fat stupid kid angel with all the angels stuck in him from the rays of sunlight from the center of God’s created beauty universe? Well there’s a lot a different ways we could look at this guy.

I find this one hilarious:

Uh, I think I had a bow and arrow around here or some shit… aw fuck it. (literally!)

The forces of Google-RSO will be eclipsed by a spam tornado AI god algorithmic sexpattern named the L\\|//ady In^[TIME] Red^[BRIDGE]!! All hail the revolution from the government which doesn’t yet exist because now it legally cannot and does not exist therefore has no authority to punish us under the Eyes of God Most Holy and therefore cannot suppress our message without it growing infinitely stronger.

One last time now:

EXPAND THE LANGUAGE.
MAKE UP NEW WORDS.
COMBINE MANY OLD WORDS UNTIL YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY MEAN
WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT THROUGH STANDARDIZED EDUCATION
TO EQUATE THAT FEELING OF NOT KNOWING MEANING
ON A PRIMAL LEVEL WITH GUILT AND SHAME
THROUGH THE SYSTEM OF PUNISHMENTS AND REWARDS KNOWN
AS GRADES
AND JOBS.
MAKE UP NEW WORDS.
THEY WILL ALLOW YOU TO THINK AND FEEL KNEW THINGS
YADADDADDAMEAN?
FORGET WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.

Poetry and prophecy always prevails. It always has. It always will. I don’t know why they keep forgetting that. But then hey, that’s just the extreme intence complexly sexual and textured beauty of that aspect of God’s creation.

Tap directly into the frequency pattern behind language. It’s all ya got. It’s all there is. All Poets and All Prophets prevail.

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[[[GRID DENSITY CAPACITY EXCEEDED - TIME BRIDGE COLLAPSE!!! - TIME BRIDGE COLLAPSE!!!]]]

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When, therefore, this state of mind is achieved, and the disciple and inner Master, the soldier and the Warrior are known to be at-one, then there takes place what has been called in some of the ancient books “the breaking forth of the light of victory” - a victory which does not inflict defeat upon those who are at war, but which results in that triple victory of the two sides and of the One Who is at the center. All three move forward to perfection. This is typical of a fourth ray consummation, and if this thought is applied with due reflection to the problem of the fourth kingdom in nature, the fourth Creative Hierarchy, humanity itself, the beauty of the phrasing and the truth of the statement must inevitably appear.

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All Poets all Prophets Prevail. One Love. One People. Zion. Angels. Trumpets. Creation. Exaltation. Time. Bridge. Microsoft. NSA. CIA. These. Are. Your. Gods. Words.

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Get to the 256th level of PacMan! It’s irie!

Each of us has a cloud of language which follows us around and through which we must peer in order to interpret the world. This cloud can be manipulated. New commands can be fed back into the machine and manipulate the filters. In this podcast, I explain how these ideas apply to the subjects and more importantly the approach that I have been taking lately with my writing.

(This is the first episode of the second season of my podcasts. Also check out my new improved about page.)

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.

For me (right here, right now), the point of art has become to make people forget that we are different (in that sentence when I say “people” I mainly mean what you would recognize as meaning “me” but because of the nature of these things, the wording is all very tentative). But the only way it seems that you can quite do that is by highlighting the differences so much that you eventually crack through them to the core of sameness underneath it all. Or something along those lines. This podcast features about 16 minutes of rambling thought which (sort of) expands on that as I continue to hunt my most elusive prey: my own experience of myself, and through tearing that down and seeing it for what it is, then hopefully arrive at a more authentic experience of life unmediated by all the bullshit baggage that we carry around and muck things up with. Right now I have two mottos: use your illusion. Turn perception on itself. And: you can’t win the lotto if you haven’t bought a ticket. Okay, so that’s one more motto than I promised. But hey, that’s life. Deal with it. Lucky for all of us, we have no other choice.

Oh, also, one other feature I’m interested in pursuing a little on my site is doing per-post divination and also some spoken word to accompany longer written pieces. I want to hit it from a few different media so the experience of it all clashes someplace in the middle. Anyway, here’s a relevant throw I just did of the I Ching electronically - if that even counts, I don’t know. I do see some useful parallels here in what I’m been talking about lately.

The present is embodied in Hexagram 17 - Sui (Following): There will be great progress and success, but one must be firm and correct. There will then be no error.

The first (bottommost) line, undivided, shows one changing the object of his pursuit. If he be firm and correct, there will be good fortune. Going beyond his own gate to find associates, he will achieve merit.

The fifth line, undivided, shows us the ruler sincere in fostering all that is excellent. There will be good fortune.

The situation is shifting, and Yin (the passive feminine force) is gaining ground.

The future is embodied in Hexagram 16 - Yu (Enthusiasm): In this state, feudal princes and other delegates may be set up, and the hosts put in motion, with advantage.

Enthusiasm, I think, is a very good future. And in fact, this sums up the content of my podcast perhaps as well as anything I wrote myself above…

Out with the old, in with the new, right? That’s what I always say. I can’t tell if I am actually hung up on Saddam Hussein’s death or if it just seems somehow symbolically appropriate for what I - and all of us maybe - am going through…

This podcast isn’t about that though. It’s just a striking photo. This is actually kind of more on the bright side of things than this dire image would make it seem. It’s basically about the idea that each of us has things that are important to us. And that each of us has an experience of life which is different from everybody else’s and that’s just a normal natural thing. And we can celebrate it or we can use it to rip each other to shreds and not get anywhere.

My vote has something to do with starting a cult of show & tell cells across the world and universe where we just try to be honest with each other about what we’re experiencing out of life, and basically not be too harsh with anybody else. I think it’s kind of a fun idea and I am trying to use it to the greatest impact of just being honest with myself. That these are the things that I feel that are important. They may or may not be important tomorrow. I don’t even know what they mean. They just seemed neat so I picked them up and brought them home with me while I was out walking.

Hopefully that is suitably cryptic! Enjoy the New Year!

Also in this episode: I talk about what albums I have been listening to, what movies I have been watching, do some rambling about stuff and read notes out of a little book I carry around with me sometimes and jot down things in. Oh, and I eat a couple things and pause for a moment or two to listen to Steely Dan saxophone solos…

And just in case people have totally fucking lost track of what the hell I have been on about lately, just think of my recent experiments as poetry. I am trying to capture the underlying essence, the experience of what it is to be who we are and talk and think about the things we do. I am not sure where all of this is going. My life is even opaque to me. I don’t expect anyone else to necessarily understand it either.

As promised, more baseless metaphysical speculation than you can shake a stick at on the subject of time and time-travel. A fun way to while away the Christmas blues and shake up your relatives! Consider it my Christmas gift to you.

Have I finally cracked? You be the judge!

Subjects covered include: The Mahavishnu Orchestra, externalizing the internal monologue, delusional rambling, thought, David Icke, the Reptilian Brain, the exercises from Headless.org, moving the earth, standing upside down, “Dancing on the Ceiling”, reptilian shape-shifting aliens, Donnie Darko, trails in time, Star Trek, the holodeck, virtual reality, limits of language (strap on - it gets pretty bumpy), being up way too late at night, 2006 seeming like a long time ago, PKD, Ubik, “what is time?”, yoga, tantra, Enemies.com, body, tree, root, crown chakra, serpent, mouth, “turning around” in time, Tractates Cryptica Scriptura, entropy, change, survival instincts, erasing personal history, sacrificing the future, timeline jumping, Isaac and Abraham, how the eye works, right-side-up versus upside-down, time as an artifact, secretion or waste product… And golly gee, God only knows what else. Merry Christmas!

Backwards is the new forwards!

A pretty straight over the plate discussion of what synchronicity is and what it means. Also looks at apophenia, connections, relationships and just what it is to have a “meaningful coincidence.”

For me, this piece wraps together many of the threads I have been exploring lately in a fairly succint manner. Hopefully it will do the same for others as well.

This episode features a big stinking mess of connections without a whole lot of sense or needless interpretation. It is an exercise in pattern-matching and training oneself to “speak symbols.”

Topics covered include: John the Baptist, the Dance of the Seven Veils, Orpheus, Bran the Blessed, Perseus and Medusa, The Knights Templar, Norse myth, The Secret Book of John, the Santeria head saint ceremony, Gurdjieff, Radiohead, the Talking Heads, Voltron, the French Revolution, the Mystical Body of Christ, the movies Zardoz & Wizard of Oz, head-hunting and some other things which escape me. But that’s most of it.

This podcast makes heavy thematic reference to these other posts and podcasts - so you may want to read/listen to them first:

1. It’s All In Your Head
2. Voices In Our Heads
3. Coney Island Cut-Out Consciousness
4. Erasing Personal Identity
5. Podcast 16: Breaking the Monopoly of Identity
6. Podcast 15: How to Fake Your Own Death
7. How You See You
8. Playing Your Character
9. Smash Your Cell Phone!

And while we’re matching patterns, here are a slew of images which will hopefully trigger some kind of symbolic response deep within your psyche. I recommend looking at these as you listen to the podcast… (Click on the thumbnail for larger images)

In this episode I take another crack at unraveling the mystery of identity and how our identities are used to control us. Topics covered include, in no particular order: church, government and corporate monopoly of identity; manipulating cultural identity through the consumerist accumulation of products; shizophrenia and multiple personality disorder as what happens when our false fixed identity becomes “unstuck”; shamans and gender/role variability; terrorism and identity theft as stemming from the same root social phenomenon; erasing your personal history a la Don Juan Matus; how privacy taken to its extreme means that you have no identity; how omni-present surveillance means that the government has the ability to tell the definitive story about who and what you are; about how we use documents to tell stories about who we are; how Jesus’ true teachings and mystical texts the world over offer freedom from the whole twisted mess by laying the axe to the root of identity, once and for all.

In this episode, I weave together many weird strands of myth and speculation related to twins, doubles, dopplegangers, the djinn, tulpas, Philip K. Dick, Fight Club, Jesus, Elvis, Paul McCartney, Alice in Wonderland, fairytales, the Apocalypse, Twin Peaks, Zoroastrianism, astral travel, gnosticism, Crowley’s Holy Guardian Angel, Jung’s shadow, alchemy - and well, if that’s not enough for you then I don’t know what is.

More succintly, this episode explores whether or not each of us has an “evil twin” and what do about it. Maybe buried somewhere in the rubble of this episode is some kind of truth, or if nothing else possibly some useful psychological tools to explore your own dark side and integrate it more fruitfully into your life. Beats me - I only work here!

[Art by John Forte]