¡Boundary dissolutioN!

tree in a fractal mindscape

2010-12-04T22:57:00.000-08:00

Time appears to pass as the pattern grows more and more intricate, branching into trees of mirroring metaphor which seek to translate the energy into it's manifest meta-form. Immanent in the seed of the tree is it's morphogenesis, from beginning to it's bifurcating end and it's reiterative saplings reincarnating their roots elsewhere. How far we branch out in our time becomes limited by the directionality of our root structure. Each moment branches as the inevitable result of all others and any moment could be the one where the evolutionary equilibrium is punctuated to a new growth state.

We communicate upon the bounded time of those who came before us, daring to put their roots into the ground, grow, and branch out into new forms. The intricacies of the growth patterns are unique space-time events, albeit cyclically recursive ones. As a human organism in collective species co-evolution, our historical stream of consciousness is created within the creodes of co-relative continuity between collective processes reaching a flowering culmination in each iteration of communication, giving the innermost ecology a breath of fresh air.

Every transmission, a big bang of creative reality which is an infinite improbability within entropic deterministic symmetry. The pattern grows more and more intricate. Yet, it appears as if we cannot envision the pattern's totality except but from it's reflection along our boundaries' periphery. Along the periphery, where the seed of meaning musing in this metaphor might grow branches into matters of the manifest mind.

An echo of infinity

2010-11-27T23:42:00.000-08:00

An echo of infinity speaks it's memory of eternity through the crystalline substratum of limitation. The substrate is a crystalline structure of shadow matrices formed by agglutination, the clumping of isolated particles of meaning and metaphor in simple addition from outwards inwards, and the final distribution of energy in the system being such as to cause no further motion. The substrate of culture crystallizes consciousness from it's creative chaos into creodes of cognitive accumulation and habituation. The substrate is reality defined by rigid towers of referents and hypostasis. The cold concrete congealing order-chaos which paves the flowing dynamic blood of the chaos-order. Chaotic order of pulsating autonomic resonances which pump the emanations of our heart like the energetic storms of the sun and oscillate arabesques of movement and stillness which flow between the breath and the wind..

The substrate is not completely inert but is as a lead being alchemically transmutated by the flame of eternity. The logos is the laser light of eternity intersecting through the holographic substrate. An eternally shifting latticework of the manifest world as wisdom's record of it's gnomonic expansion, which is already complete outside of the boundary of space-time. The signal of eternity broadcasts like a alien-pirate radio station jamming the noise of demiurgic pop irreality with implicit negentropic unity.

From our resonant ecstasis with eternity, we find that as eternity- we left a string within the labyrinthine to find a way back to ourselves.

Seemingly, it is ascertained in only brief flashes of encompassing beauty or cascading waves of meaning washing upon the observer. As the waves whirl and pull back upon themselves into an ocean of forgetting, each recursive turn on the spiral pattern attracts the substrate to the transcendence of immanent eternal remembrance which it is heliotropically drawn towards..

Both pre-Socratic philsophers, Parmenides and Heraclitus were correct. Parmenides might have suggested that all movement and time was an illusion, and there was only the One- Only eternity. Where as Heraclitus would say that Nothing endures but change. All is flux. Both are correct. Eternal flux. We are the silent observer in eternity and the shifting shadowy substratum of wisdom's completion. We are both genetic and epigenetic phenomena coupled within a single evolutionary substrate (Tao).

The externalizations of the substrate are their own negentropic creation with their own ends which aren't necessarily that of the genetic. We, as a cultural substrate, generally seem to be unaware that a bifurcation has even taken place. We either identify with the crystalline machinations of the epigenetic and it's need for evolutionary transcendence while ignoring the biological roots of rhizomatic immanence or vis versa. We can be in the axis mundi between. We see not our light but through our shadow; just as eternity sees itself through eyes of time. On the tree of life, Kether is not seen but refracted through Malkuth. Out of the abyss comes an echo of infinity in a strange loop where we arrive back where we started only to really know that place for the first time..

(The fourth wall of Da'ath)

and I think to myself- what a wonderful world.

2010-10-26T18:23:00.000-07:00

The will of the living and non-living things are exchanging properties. Anthropomorphic shells swarm blinking with headlight insect eyes through the superhighway veins of a concrete beast whose whirring wheels hum into a rumble subtlely blending with the sound on the ground of cadydids and grasshoppers in the distance. The insectoid hum rises to a peak and falls as another steel shell rumble tumbles down the perspective point of the highway, passing a streetlight just as it switches on...

As the sun sets, sky shifts into shades of phosphorescence and violet clouds upon a spectral sky. Through the air intensified by the fuming lungs and oil black blood of a concrete beast digesting the ancient reptilian fossil energies which power the shells. Sunsets and rises, falls and born anew, stop and go, fast and slow, red and green, gas and caffeine, shells in the veins flowing towards some point unseen. Seen across vast vistas of space-time, swarming locusts of language. Within steel shells are the people, each a crest of this wave sweeping over the sphere.

Enveloped in a film of plastic, plastic food, plastic words, shiny bubble-wrapped pop songs, plastic images reflected in a infinite hall of lens which hollows and drives them as they imagine they drive their shells to and fro upon the rumble tumble of the highway. Small spatterings of roadkill lives lay bloody and littered beneath the wheels of insectoid abstraction. A distant buzzing hum briefly floats by her ear as she turns the dial on the radio, which falls upon vague static. Turning through the noise came a signal.

"..These, my brothers and sisters, are the end times, when the oceans of the world shall turn to blood.."

"Fucking parasites", she said as she looked down to change the dial on the radio. Static.

"You promised to love me to the end of the world.. And I built a world just for two;. Now I'm alone at the end of the world, What good am I without you?" Static.

"and meanwhile as israel continues it's settlements on the west bank...." Static.

".. A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline...... It's the end of the world as we know it..." Static.

"..I see trees of green, red roses too,.. I watch them bloom, for me and you. And I think to myself..."

She passed under a street light and it's glow flickered out..

"What a wonderful world."

In that moment most abruptly a buzzing hum flies into her ear, resonating her spiral cochlea.
"AHH FUCK."

She screams franticly as she hits her ear trying to get whatever had flown in to come out.

"Fuck!FUCK!Fuck!"

A moment of sense finally flows back into her she remembers the road, looking up directly into the headlights of the oncoming traffic. She experiences none of the level of seizing fear that she just had when the fly went into her ear. She could only momentarily think to herself how much headlights look like eyes on a huge beast charging in her direction. And then a calm enveloping darkness, as she saw the accident from the outside of her body in slow motion, steel against steel, showering glass, and blood on the asphalt..

"and I think to myself..."

As the last sliver of light from the sun disappeared from the horizon, an broken streetlight flickered and buzzed back into functionality. A fly rose up from the turning wheel of the accident into the night sky, drawn towards the glow of the mysterious light. All enveloping light. A wheel is turning.

"What a wonderful... world."

And then Darkness,

and then red, and then beeping, noises, beeping, voices, beeping, buzzing, buzzing..

No longer does she find herself at the scene of her peril, watching the wreckage of entangled steel but rather engulfed in a ocean of the most familiar sense of calm she had ever known, like if one had finally managed to hold onto the feeling of deja-vu.

Warmth. Swooshes of liquid within the spiral cochlea of the ear. Enveloped with a warmth shaded pink and red within a sphere of silent completion.

We were always here. We never left this silence.. and.. the swooshing swirling movement contracts feels like we are being trapped. The sphere is imploding and a darkness frantically fills her. This time shall end.

In a hospital room, a woman lies covered in bandages, hooked up to a respirator to sustain her existence. Silence except for a steady beep, pulsating until the equillibrium finally gives way to catastrophe, death.

Out of a moment of labored silence in a hospital room, a baby cries it's first wail. If percieved from outside of four-dimensional space-time, death and birth are two aspects of a whole. The infinity of the multiverse into a singularity of becoming. Free will is an illusion. Determinism is an illusion. You chose this, the moment of your death, so you could remember. An illusion created by the restriction of consciousness into the in divide dual. There is only awareness passing through the multitude of manifest forms in order to percieve all aspects of becoming. There is only one being reincarnating like similar whirlpools within the larger ocean of awareness from which we arise and which we return.. but for now- this is not the experience. That experience is wholly other, or Holy Other. For now, It is death come to take life. It is the ultimate duality. It is a wall but if we could see the other side....

Spectators to the Apocalypse

2010-10-23T12:30:00.000-07:00

Apocalypse and paranoia are buzzwords these days. It is the cultural zeitgeist, especially on the internet, where schizoid memes can aggregate, mate, mutate, and replicate exponentially. As we gaze at the flicker of devastation, fed in a never ending deluge of spectacle which fills the space where being used to be. We exchange our surfaces face to face and our real face is in a digital book to be referenced by dataminers and intelligence agents.

Our inner space has been invaded and inhabited by a cthonic pull. At any moment it always seems as if a subterreanean undercurrent threatens to pull the veil and unleash the zombie apocalypse that haunts our dreams. We have all seen that it takes as little as a sale on plasma televisions at walmart to trigger the toxin. Have no delusions folks- There is a fire in the morphic field. A white horse gallops on the horizon, into an ever present storm that at any second threatens to sweep over reality and change everything. The levy has broken and now our psyche has been flooded, saturated, and molded into rot. The pile of bodies left in the wake of our collective blindness stack up and the stench in our unconscious is toxic.

We all wait for the explosion which will transform us. The collapse which will pull back the illusion and allow the real to come in it's place. The explosion which permeates our symbolic ocean of hypermedia with it's reptilian limbic system- fossilized consciousness-oil and clorexit cognitive dispersant which dissolves every perception into smaller invisible molecules. Experiential molecules swept away into the water column of the collective unconscious, choking the emotional-base of the food chain, the perceptual phytoplankton in our mental ecology. We no longer consider ourselves capable of anything except bracing for the inevitable end, but each time the inevitable comes, each horror visited upon us, just makes us seek more. A seeking which keeps us toggling between browser frames looking for the one which leads to a new world but yet we arrive back where we started, in front of the screen. We have become a population of people shell-shocked from our own power to be empty-shells in post-modern packaged programs of perpetual paranoiac paralysis.

We try to follow the different strands but it seems as if each one turns back upon itself as a Möbius strip. When you've crossed a precipice into a knowing and out of the matrix, you've actually only turned the corner onto the other side of the strip. Climbing narrative staircases in an shifting labyrinthine network, we think we have finally gotten to the top and out, we find ourselves back where we started. We don't know what the fuck to believe anymore and we look for answers and scapegoats incessantly trying to climb to the top of heaps of isolated perceptions, never realizing that the false awakening is a part of the fractal rat maze. The carrot on the end of the stick which allows us to avert our eyes from our own responsibility. In a world that is really upside down, the true is a moment of the false. Our seeking, while stemming from a desire for what is true, pulls our power away from us and sells it back to us as tickets to the epic blockbuster 3-D imax film experience of the end of the world. In order to get you to accept your role of victimization, you have to come to it yourself. It has to be layered in a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream...

And like the existentialist philosopher living in Nazi-occupied Paris, Jean-Paul Sartre, we seem to have concluded that there is no way out, there is No Exit. We could very well be dead already and hell is other people, we are locked in a room without a window, mirror, and only one door. We scream to be let out and the door flies open but we are crippled by our fear of the unknown. Paralyzed by it- We can't go through.

At the turn of the millennium, we appeared to be collectively waking up from the Matrix as we went and saw the Matrix in theaters. We grew wary of the plastic nature of our prefabricated ikea nesting instincts as we collected our limited edition Fight Club DVD collector box sets. Tyler Durden remains our shadow and we continue the main character's mistake in thinking that the only thing that can cause him to be integrated is an explosion, the big catastrophic event. A missed gunshot to the head. The explosion which will make it real. In short, an apocalypse. An archetypal habit pattern of morphogenesis in a homeostasis of cyclical self-fulfilling prophecy, a fire in the unconscious fueled by paranoia's center of gravity. The truth is that the apocalypse has come and gone again and again.. We might have seen that but we were too busy self-destructing... If you missed it, don't worry- I suspect THEY will be playing reruns..

Morphic Mind-meld

2010-10-10T02:31:00.000-07:00

Researchers have proven that good communication results in a neural coupling or synchronization of the participants evolved. (http://www.physorg.com/news199424641.html).

See also- Morphic Fields and Morphic Resonance

alienation in formation

2010-10-08T20:33:00.000-07:00

The mediation of our alienation

seems a separation of the elation of relation

into a resignation of isolation

in an imitation of situation;

linguistic degradation in viral replication

of the fragmentation of symbolic representation

in endless objectification

desert of desolation

our minds in saturation pushed to mutation

adaptations to imagination's constipation

and the dissipation of location in mental gentrification,

the city is a virus of homogenization

in the simulation of true communication

in our monoculture of the mind

filled with lights and neon signs,

an airbrushed air conditioned despair

where eyes stay blinded by the glare

off of the surface gloss and sheen

of the endless hallway cascade of screens

where in formation is the gestation

of leviathan machine

is our integration our assimilation

in our gravitations of habituation?

does the bifurcation of all location

hold the incubation of the empire nation?

language machine virus is in formation

are we the cure or the germination?

has our incarnation been lost in translation?

up on a stage or a screen still lines of separation

the spectacle emitting mental radiation

a cancer spreading entropy's fragmentation

in our monoculture of the mind

filled with lights and neon signs,

an airbrushed air conditioned despair

where eyes stay blinded by the glare

off of the surface gloss and sheen

of the endless hallway cascade of screens

where in formation is the gestation

of leviathan machine

in the labyrinth of infinite regress

the walls keep shifting as we progress

perhaps we are heads in jars,

senses fed by machines

and all we have seen is

the reflective screen

as we remain blinded in our image

by strange archons unseen

primordial flame

remains

within

the space

between

What is sought is a true communication

beyond the marketing of persona

and the agenda of languages' linearity

which sells us a straight line through

the entropy of dead time until it closes our coffin

like it closed our minds to the spectrum of our possibilities

and the ever present dawn of a new day

instead we only saw grey

like images from a 1950's television sitcom.

wake up truman!-

something feels WRONG

are our bodies marching away from our soul's song?

have we remained disembodied heads for too long?

figures without a ground of the infinite ecstatic,

PRIMORDIAL SOUND

herein we find a string in the labyrinth

regress of lies and mirrors that ends up in static.

it's when the signal of chaos jams up the habit

of ego's propaganda

so the third eye can transmit

2010-09-18T17:37:00.000-07:00

Appropriation: or So you want to be an artist?

2010-09-12T09:57:00.000-07:00

(click to enlarge)

Appropriation- 1. noun
* that which happens when one is absorbed into the vanishing point as the external and other are absorbed into one's self.

The ease with which images can be detached and alienated from their sources, and reorganized for re-presentation in accord with the ideology of the ruling power, forms the technical basis of the unprecedented scope of the modern spectacle, where "everything that was once directly lived has moved away into its representation".

Cultural expression as icon-commodity becomes the organ for releasing the pheromones of Capital; attracting the ghost of a moth to it's retinal image of reincarnation.

The "Artist" is now the product: it is no longer what they create but what they are (not) that is produced. They are images separated from their sources by a social relationship of the consumer more so in many cases than those of the producer. The spectacles are only possible by a mutual inclusive relationship between the image and the consumer of that image as pseudo-fulfillment of alienated activity/life. They are only possible because of this social relationship.

The alienation of the spectator to the profit of the contemplated object (which is the result of his own unconscious activity) is expressed in the following way: "The more he contemplates the less he lives; the more he accepts recognizing himself in the dominant images of need, the less he understands his own existence and his own desires... in that his own gestures are no longer his but those of another who re-presents them to him.

Alienation cannot completely flip the object into the subject and vice-versa. It's inversion is but that of partiality. It is in this reservoir that a common project is to be born. We do have something in common with all we encounter on the terrain of shadows- and that is our will to live. It is in the subdued laugh, the wry wink, the paused truth that we will find a greater self locked within others- and they within us. The above can tend to bleaken a bit much, as if alienation can produce itself without us. Not true. It takes one to mangle.

ideology

2010-09-11T19:52:00.000-07:00

ideology

1. noun

The generic term used in revolutionary theory for systems of false consciousness. At the heart of every ideology, "revolutionary" and reactionary alike, lies a reification, an essential inversion of subject and object. Ideology is always alienation accepted, reification accepted: thus it always takes the side of the dominant class, or a new group seeking domination as a class, in the struggles of the world. Religious ideology is the oldest and simplest example: the fantastic projection called "God" creates and rules the world, especially mankind, and is the Supreme Subject of the cosmos, acting on every human being as "His" object. In the reactionary ideology of bourgeois political economy, capital is the real and "really productive" subject of world history, with the "invisible hand" of the capital system guiding human development even against human desire and will. On the other hand, the revolutionary ideology of Leninism sees its Party as the true subject and rightful dictator of world history, with the proletariat and capital as objects on which it operates. The examples could go on and on. But the secret of the "separate ideas" of ideology lies in their connection with separate power. Every ideology is the theoretical self-defense of a ruling power, or of a power that seeks to rule. The separate class of those who rule must deny subjectivity, both theoretically and practically, to the rest of the people, the classes over which they rule. The ruling group maintaining the passivity and impotence of the ruled majority is identical with the task of maintaining their rule itself, their separate power. "From now on, revolutionary theory is the enemy of all revolutionary ideology, and knows it"

2010-08-22T22:57:00.001-07:00

Nothing Before itself,
becomes something,
as if a mirror of the Aeons-
which came before,
An Eye, the Knower,
Chaotic Attractor,
sees in itself an open door.
Omnipotence senses it's own duality
the Knower's beloved fallen tragedy
this static shadow reflection
upon introspection
finds a dynamic of knowing
between the two.
Three points of perspective,
Curving time in reflective
the Macrocosm is born anew
Your heart was forged in the Sun,
& Know that you are the One
and the Universe itself is seeing through you
Five points in the star of the microcosm you are,
reflected One-Knowing in trinity
If you follow my math then you might see a path
5 (the microcosm) + 3 (knowing) =
8
(Infinity)

Plants 'can think and remember'

2010-08-08T16:07:00.000-07:00

The scientists discovered the "nervous systems" of Arabidopsis plants

Plants are able to "remember" and "react" to information contained in light, according to researchers. Plants, scientists say, transmit information about light intensity and quality from leaf to leaf in a very similar way to our own nervous systems. These "electro-chemical signals" are carried by cells that act as "nerves" of the plants.

The researchers used fluorescence imaging to watch the plants respond. In their experiment, the scientists showed that light shone on to one leaf caused the whole plant to respond. And the response, which took the form of light-induced chemical reactions in the leaves, continued in the dark. This showed, they said, that the plant "remembered" the information encoded in light.

"We shone the light only on the bottom of the plant and we observed changes in the upper part," explained Professor Stanislaw Karpinski from the Warsaw University of Life Sciences in Poland, who led this research. He presented the findings at the Society for Experimental Biology's annual meeting in Prague, Czech Republic. "And the changes proceeded when the light was off... This was a complete surprise."

In previous work, Professor Karpinski found that chemical signals could be passed throughout whole plants - allowing them to respond to and survive changes and stresses in their environment. But in this new study, he and his colleagues discovered that when light stimulated a chemical reaction in one leaf cell, this caused a "cascade" of events and that this was immediately signalled to the rest of the plant via a specific type of cell called a "bundle sheath cell". The scientists measured the electrical signals from these cells, which are present in every leaf. They likened the discovery to finding the plants' "nervous system".

Thinking plants

What was even more peculiar, Professor Karpinski said, was that the plants' responses changed depending on the colour of the light that was being shone on them. Plants perform a sort of biological light computation, using information contained in the light to immunise themselves against diseases ”

"There were characteristic [changes] for red, blue and white light," he explained.

He suspected that the plants might use the information encoded in the light to stimulate protective chemical reactions. He and his colleagues examined this more closely by looking at the effect of different colours of light on the plants' immunity to disease.

"When we shone the light for on the plant for one hour and then infected it [with a virus or with bacteria] 24 hours after that light exposure, it resisted the infection," he explained.

"But when we infected the plant before shining the light, it could not build up resistance. "[So the plant] has a specific memory for the light which builds its immunity against pathogens, and it can adjust to varying light conditions." He said that plants used information encrypted in the light to immunise themselves against seasonal pathogens. "Every day or week of the season has… a characteristic light quality," Professor Karpinski explained.

The images showed chemical reactions in leaves that were not exposed to light "So the plants perform a sort of biological light computation, using information contained in the light to immunise themselves against diseases that are prevalent during that season." Professor Christine Foyer, a plant scientist from the University of Leeds, said the study "took our thinking one step forward". "Plants have to survive stresses, such as drought or cold, and live through it and keep growing," she told BBC News.

"This requires an appraisal of the situation and an appropriate response - that's a form of intelligence.

"What this study has done is link two signaling pathways together... and the electrical signaling pathway is incredibly rapid, so the whole plant could respond immediately to high [levels of] light."

(via bbc.co.uk)

By Victoria Gill Science reporter, BBC News

2010-08-04T17:21:00.000-07:00

mythological mathematical spiraling
gyre and gimble in wabe,
so mimsy  were the borogoves
by a commodius vicus of recirculation,
is it lost in  translation?
the pookah who gets you out.. without a doubt,
 you have  seen this before.
deja vu.

eternal return,
the logic of a dream in a dream
of solipsistic reflection
that is not post modern conception
or that movie  inception,
but a mystery lesson between the all
and all who fell into  slumber,
that we call the fall,
reflection convexed into shadowy  concaves
of an inner labyrinthine with mirrored walls
lined with clay pot dolls in an ever morphing topology.

concrescence of essence
in fibonacci phosphorescence
pink laser visions out of a spray can,
unfolding spirals in the palm of your hand,
seeing eternity in a grain of sand
don't look for one word because God™ is a brand..

Recomposed fusion merry go raum (cut-ups of william blake)

2010-07-11T20:06:00.000-07:00

Think in eternity
is love the world of history,
tell me the acts!
imagination is the world of divine bosom
into vegetated body
this world of sleep in the night,
tell me the acts!
o historian,
hold heaven in a grain of hand
engraver of realities
reflected glass of everything
auguries of eternal realities
reflected everything of glass
reflected glass of
everything exists in that
generation is finite
and temporal doors of the inexpressible
flourishing off of the project infinite
psychic mantra of material marriage
of hell and heaven
acts themselves are productions of time
history leave me to reason upon
that which is not action is not worth a wildflower
the road to the wisdom palace
is born in this god of creation
remains within bequeathed to us which is invisible
verbal emblem of coincidence is the pun on the pun
imagination was memory echoing the spirit
re-imagining and developed his own powers of existence
recall things precisely and in detail
ex nihilo, recomposed fusion merry go raum

On time

2010-07-11T19:40:00.000-07:00

Time goes from the future,
which is our idea
about the direction of the evolving present,
to the evolving present
which contains within it
all of the past..

The past is ever present in memory
The future is ever present in latent possibilities
The present is ever present
in the presence of the present.
There is no time but NOW.
No moment but THIS.

With that being said- it would appear that past and future are illusions of mental abstraction and that all that exists is the present moment..

This, however, is not the whole truth as the truth cannot be spoken in linear sequential language. The misapprehension arises from a duality inherent in language..

To speak about something is to delineate it from other things. It is to draw a line between different forms to differentiate.. It is to draw the figure out against a ground..

Thus- To speak about the present moment
once you have realized the
futility of grasping
to ideas of the past and future
is to continue in the same trap
because "the present" or the "now" is only meaningful
in relation to the past and the future-
To what is not "now"
of which there is absolutely nothing.

2010-07-09T16:35:00.001-07:00

If we conclude that mind-body dualism is a fallacy, we might similarly conclude that thoughts are material objects, albeit of subtle form. From this perspective, it's possible to imagine human history as a problem in a descriptive geometry, and the creativity of this process as the shifting of these already present hyperobjects into novel combinations, resonances and symmetries.

Dimensionality

2010-07-06T14:46:00.000-07:00

Dimensionality by Paul Laffoley

2010-07-06T12:18:00.000-07:00

We speak of this ineffable within language. We see through the structure of the language in which these words are communicated. Through this lens- there appears to be an linear order of causal events arising with the One. While this remains true, the reverse position could and should also be seen... as true.

Chaos, void, zero, nothing, totality, circle
fullness as emptiness, emptiness as fullness,
Sunyata, pleroma, without beginning or end,
from which we are born and to which we die in every moment,
the cosmic womb of infinite All-Mother
maya, matter, mary, mama matrix most mysterious
mind of the multiverse multiplying infinite multitudes of mysteries
into multifold fractal forms known through eternal contemplation
by the One, The Monad, All-Father.
A knower cannot know without something to be known,
so knower and known are mutually arising.
Where nothing, standing before itself, becomes something,
So knower and the known are intertwined like Ouroboros,
and their movement moved the unmoved eternal stillness of the Aeons,
giving birth to knowing.

A single point in empty space is void without relation, and the relative space between any two points cannot be determined without a third point of reference. Three points are the minimum required to enclose a geometrical space upon a two dimensional plane. One point of the Knower, looks at the second point, the Known, through a third, the Knowing.

Knowing is an aspect of the One which seemingly has split itself, giving an end to that which was endless, and a beginning to that which is eternal, a story to a world without time, the One to the many, the many to the One, a coincidence of opposites or coincidentia oppositorum. This union creates a bounded membrane circle without circumference whose center is everywhere as an ecstatic big bang birthing Tao, the twin children of time, reflections as if fractal reiterations of their parents, two aspects of a single being seeking reconciliation but already reconciled outside of their membrane in eternity. Omni-potence and Omni-science, Demiurgos and Sophia, limitation and infinity, repulsion and attraction, overlapping circles that form an ellipse.

This ellipse in the space between can be seen as a divine zygote seed being growing, branching into the Tree of Life. Upon which spirals the cosmic serpent, the universe as unitary lifeform, in fractal reflection of the infinite multiversal totality.

 (0/1)
from the source comes the One,
mutually arising,
0/1
the One flows over in  abundance (1)
0,1,1
in fractal reflection upon itself which causes  duality(2)
0,1,1,2
when reflected upon by the One,(1)+ Duality  (2)= reaches Completion (3)
[a trinity? first person, second person,  third person view?]
0,1,1,2,3
the completion of duality (2+3) =
is  manifested in the microcosm of humanity (5)
[think five fingers on  each hand,
 the pentacle or da vinci's vitruvian man]
0,1,1,2,3,5
the  completion (3)+ of humanity (5)=
is knowledge of the infinite (8)
0,1,1,2,3,5,8...
(the  beginning of Fibonacci sequence)

2010-05-08T09:59:00.000-07:00

If the infinite exists,
The infinite must encompass the finite
because if it didn't it would be bounded

and thus not infinite.
In being contained within the infinite-

the finite binds the infinite
and thus- the infinite becomes whole.
In this- There is no distinction between the finite and infinite.
In order to be truly infinite-

the infinite must also be limited
because that is a realization of possibility.
So we live within a world which is simultaneously infinite and finite.
This is the divine spark which is 'imprisoned' in matter.
My body within this world is finite. This world is finite.
They both suffer the fate that they will one day grow old and die....
but the source from which I come is infinite.
It is the tao from which all things arise and return.
The perfect is the complete and all things are complete before they arise.
Samsara is nirvana. Nirvana is samsara.
The way OUT is IN. The way IN is OUT.
You see-
First- there is a mountain..

then there is no mountain.

Then there is.

Pūrṇam adaḥ pūrṇam idam (That is full, this is full)
pūrṇāt pūrṇam udacyate (From the full, the full is subtracted)
pūrṇasya pūrṇam ādāya (When the full is taken from the full)
pūrṇam evāvasiṣyate (The full still will remain.) - Isha Upanishad

Infinity ahead

2010-04-25T18:57:00.000-07:00

Geometries of spectral light shine

 through a heart whose blood flows
with electromagnetic glows of the sun
in reflection of the One
who seeks to  know through
the inner labyrinthe of infinity,
the knower finds the  known through knowing
in trinity;
Osiris, Isis, Horus,
Father, Mother,  Child-divinity.
the One point of reference
with a line drawn between
to see a second point but
a void-chasm remains unseen;
except from a third
winds curving time
the Serpentbird
who lays a cosmic egg
elipse
of the living and the dead
sun, moon,
eclipse
of heart and head
god-form is born
skin is shed
emptiness in form
and wings are spread
the limits are behind us
Infinity ahead

Fool on the hill

2010-04-21T19:02:00.000-07:00

Let us daydream. Imagine that you have become a lucid dreamer; an adept at the yoga of controlling your dreams. Perhaps you would start small- satisfying all of your unfulfilled wishes and hidden shadowy desires.. reliving wonderful memories or living out old traumatic ones with better funnier outcomes.. awakening with a sense of wonderment and awe. With practice, you begin living out what feel like vast deserts of eternity within a minute of dreamtime. So you stay in the dream for as long as you want.. So you become an aimless wanderer of memories of places you've never been before. As you become more adept, you learn to fly traveling to alien landscapes and far reaches of the galaxy..

Perhaps, after several eternities which could all be contained within a single moment of sleep, you begin to get bored with this escape game.. So you decide to try a new game- you begin to alter this imaginary sensory apparatus which thought it flew through dream-space-time fulfilling it's desires at whim..

So now, you fly into inner space, developing spherical vision where you can perceive simultaneously in all directions. Forwards, backwards, up, down, left, right, all dissolve.. as does one's sense of internal identity.. Internal identity? What does internal mean in a dream? It's all internal isn't it? Or maybe it's all external. Just a dream. Everything I've ever seen comes filtered through my brain but now- I'm just.. I'm just sleeping in a dream.. so it's all in my brain? Or is it? Where is my brain? Back in some dream of a body I had once.. Internal or external, just seems like something from a nightmare long ago.. a cloudy sight born of eyes looking out from a brain but now- sight seems so clear. Clear light in all directions seen from a spherical eye. The questions cease. I just am. I am that I am.

In this light, dwelling eternally.

Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

I am the Fool..

I am the Omnipresence,

I am Omnipotence..

I am a dream-body of light in eternity,

A lucid dreamer becomes bored

with an infinite time of infinite omnipotence

Could god make a rock so heavy that it could not lift it?

omnipotence upon reflection

realizes it is not actually omnipotent;

because it's omnipotence is a limitation

of the expression of it's infinity

it's the other side of a boundary

of a dream playpen for new god-forms

So a king dresses as a beggar

to truly know the kingdom

the knower does not truely know

unless it becomes both that which is known

and the knowing between..

So the one eye splits itself into a cosmic egg,

from which a child is born

child of time,

morphing moving mirror image of eternity

seen through a looking glass

Where I told you about eternity fields

you know the place where nothing is real

well, here's another place you can go

where everything flows

Looking through the bent backed tulips

to see how the other half lives

Looking through a glass onion.......

I told you about the fool on the hill,

I tell you man he living there still.

Well here's another place you can be,

Listen to me.

Boundary of the One

2010-04-11T12:56:00.000-07:00

Boundary of The One

If a tree of life falls in the void and no one is around to hear it- will consciousness emerge in accordance with the anthropic principle in order to witness it?.

Consciousness is an ambiguous word. It can act almost as a Rorschach blot in which the reader inflects whatever their own particular bias is, into the meaning. It has been said, by contemporary neuroscientists, that consciousness doesn't exist. Put differently- that it is simply an epiphenomena, an aftereffect, irrelevant to the processes of a living human. To those who aren't looking through a glass obscured by dogma, this might seem completely absurd. It requires that we negate all subjective experience or awareness, which is all internal experience. An idea that- that is not real which cannot be measured by an external observer.. Except, of course, no observer can be completely external from that which is observed. No other is completely other; and no self is completely self. Self contains a seed of other and other contains a seed of self. So such dogmas require a suspension of belief only in order to accept an completely external theory of 'other' that has been handed to us as THE WORD through institutional orthodoxy. A reducio ad absurdum. The purpose of these words are not to argue against neuroscience obviously because there is much truth to be found in this perspective but rather partially just to dance with words around this subject.. It is probably only in the ability to hold multiple perspectives without grasping too tightly onto anyone particular one that we can approximate something that is 'true enough'.. especially when dealing with a word as ambiguous and fluid as 'consciousness'.

So with the ambiguity of words forefront in our mind, we reach out in the darkness to try and intuit some grasp of this elusive knowing we call consciousness. This might seem a futile task as 'the tao that can be spoken is not the eternal tao' but it is the nature of mind to reflect. Language seems to be a singularity and so it's nature is paradoxical. We should understand that the map is not the territory, the menu is not the meal. The finger that points at the moon is not the moon. With foreknowledge of that difference, we attempt to language the unspeakable. It seems to me that awareness, consciousness, is a child staring back at it's mother. The capacity of relationship between self and other. This seems a simple capacity but, as chaos theory tells us, complexity arises from simplicity, such is the nature of rising spiral serpent of life.

Let us assume that the astronomers and cosmologists are correct in their big bang hypothesis. In this narrative then, in the primordial time after the big bang, the universe cooled sufficiently to have orbital-boundaries of gravitation. What differentiates the complex chemistry of swarms of atmospheric & geological form and the biological form that follows was that a membrane, a proto-cell wall, formed around these swarms of chemistry.. As this boundary arises, consequently so does the dichotomy of inside/outside.. It seems the first proto-lifeforms were self-organizing chemical bubbles delineated by the membrane between internal & external chemistry.. but only in temporary haphazard fluidity. What differentiates these protean proto-lifeforms, from what we define as life, is that they hadn't fully decoupled from the medium.. There was not a fixed boundary; just free flowing temporary autonomous zones of complex chemistry.. The cell forms when this boundary obtained stasis. The pulsating boundary membrane of the One.

‘Healthy systems don't want homeostasis. They want chaos,"

"Tao becomes the One, The One becomes Two, Two becomes three and three becomes ten thousand things.."—Lao Tsu

At this single-celled level, it's a simple two dimensional dichotomy. A sense of inside distinguished from environment. Every inside has an outside. The outside-other can be used for energy to perpetuate inside-self... This is not an intellectual knowing because, by definition, this requires an intellect or what we define as mind.. but a knowing more analogous to that of a heliotrope, plants. Heliotropism is an aspect of plants whose parts such as leaves and flowers turn towards the light of the sun. (Helios, greek personification of the Sun, and trope which means 'to turn') Does this knowing have a location? How would we define such a knowing? Perhaps as sensations of energy upon a membrane, whose evolution is directed by energetic strange attractors, intuitions of wholeness upon a varying spectrum of dimensionality of felt experience.

For a long time, scientists thought that the analogous form or "brain" of the cell, was the nucleus. This seems to me to be a projection of culturally defined anthropomorphic tendencies into biology.. As it turns out, the nucleus of a cell is actually the reproductive system of a cell. This made sense as the 'brain' for scientists at the time as it was the 'center' of the cell and contained genetic information. It would seem to me that stems from a patriarchal paradigm of science at the time, tinged with vestiges of freudian thinking, they were thinking with their *cough*, 'little scientists' and projecting that into biology. The actual homologous form of a brain in the cell is the cell wall, or the membrane.. "The skin" of the cell is "the brain" of the cell.. and to compress millions of years of evolution grossly into a run on sentence of signals- The boundary membrane of the cell eventually has it's fractal reiteration on another layer of magnification expressed as what we term- the nervous system. As the flows fill niches of dimensionality and the carved creodes of that interaction engrained knowing spontaneously overflows into language from minds capable of carving such an experience in a medium. Seed pieces of the one life turning towards the source from which they arise, energetic recognition like a child staring back at it's mother. The goddess of Gaia, daughter of Sophia, wisdom of the open sky. We turn towards the sun/son, as the eternal flowering of the one eye most high.

In the chaotic bubbling of primordial life- As the One membrane wall emerges around the perpetual swirling of now internal chemistry, pushed and pulled in the chemical ocean of the Aeons. A primordial pair of twins arose. In this story I imagine one of these cells being connected, an ever present gnosis or knowing. Never forgetting the spectrum signal, knowing the light as the ever present flux of energy that lies under the surface of things and never loosing it's connection with the source of becoming. In this, I see that as the proto-plant cell. It aligned itself with the strange attractor of light and that is how it's evolution unfolded.. but the other cell missed the mark.. It was blind to that energy instead of it's membrane wall connecting with the source of energy abundant and overflowing around it.. it could only be envious and jealous.. so it devoured and destroyed.. conquered it's dimensionality.. replicated, developed a more focused membrane wall with tools like eyes, ears, noses, claws, hands, thumbs, weapons, feet, shoes, cars, calls, songs, language, stories, books, television, computers, and networks still grasping and reaching for that energy.. but never looking inside it's walls to find the abundance overflowing. Never remembering that it was always that source, that totality.

Observing without judgment, feeling without attachment, speaking as if breathing, walking as if I've never moved from the ground of chaotic fluctuation. If nature is change then my nature has never changed and I remain sitting here on this ground where I was before birth and where I am watching from my death; in the flash before the curtain call; a knowledge and conversation with the Holy Guardian Angel.

Here- It appears as if we have different senses.. it seems to me, that they are all variations of magnifications of manifestation of the One Sense. Creativity as alchemical synæsthesia. Intuiting through layers of vibratory fields of reality, acting like attractor points upon the evolution of the surface of the bounded membrane of divine chaos. The macrocosm seeks knowledge within the organism, the microcosm. This is the divine seed of our emergent autopoietic form within the fertile emptiness which grows the tree of life. The axis mundi. We are the one boundary and the source from which it arises. The figure and the ground, the silence and the sound. The beginning and the end. The serpent climbs and the dove descends. Awareness of this autonomy is the source of freedom for the microcosm within the macrocosm.. Our determined drive to be free, a coincidence of opposites, and the reconciliation of duality; a lotus flower in bloom. Our evolution towards our totality, a gnosis of the metacontext outside the boundary of our prism cell of space-time that we split in linguistic boundary lines of awareness but that gestates in this mama matrix most mysterious. Mama, Material, Matter, Magic, Mary, Maya, Mother of the Buddha. Our transcendence is immanent. Our immanence is transcendent.

The dance of archetypal forms upon a stage but the proscenium has been broken. The fourth wall has been lifted. Actors spill out among the audience; the audience among the actors. The boundaries are dissolving. Our evolution leads us to ever-expanding layers of relationship between increasingly complex morphic attractor clouds of identities of selves and others, the everyday play of archetypal forms. Eventually single celled life "learns" to differentiate the boundary, not at the cell wall membrane, in divide dual but rather at ever broadening collective levels of totality. Thus we get multi-celled organisms, multiple single cells which act in symbiotic unison, or mutual aid, as a single identity/organism.. there is differentiation but there is also integration. The whole is more than the sum of it's parts but each part, like a hologram, reflects the whole. We identify the other and integrate it. This is the alchemical principle of dissolve and combine; solve et coagula.

The broadening sense of Self, or perhaps emergent knowing without identity, or most accurately- both. Just as the electron is both particle and wave depending upon the observer. The binding of identity integrates that which is other into that which is self.. This expanding process of relation maximizes complexity through the integration, synthesis, or perhaps we could even say symbiosis of forms. The synesthesia between our brain, our actions, our imagination, or what in times past might have been called the soul and the boundary of the body. The soul is not inside the body, the body is inside the soul.

It might seem as if we have fallen from grace in some sort of hell..but it's a hell of our own creation.,. and nothing burns in hell but the self. The alchemical fire of gnosis is when the energy burning away in the relationship between a self battling an other, that is actually just a different level of self, is freed and unbound.. like a energetic knot being untied, a boundary dis-illusion. Unchained from our chains of cause and effect, which Prometheus now wears for giving us this fire. It seems to me what differentiates more evolved animal forms from their more primordial cousins is this capacity to sense expanding layers of collectivized identities, coalesce and dissolve. Solve et coagula.. but conversely, they have not forgotten as we have their original identity. They remember their original face from before they were born and so they do not live in the valley of the shadow of death.

Language might be a singularity but identity seems a plurality of singularities. It seems to me (...or perhaps us) that there are actually numerous autonomous identities within us that we navigate as we encounter the world.. We touch other lives and internalize narratives that resonate with the surface of our boundary. We put on different masks in the archetypal play. 'We' as the soul-observer of these identities jump from orbit to orbit like an electron jumping from different atomic orbits. As a culture, we tend to lack cross-state retention and as we move between these orbits of identity- we identify completely with a particular orbit.. and live in the language of that particular orbit. We cannot have external social cohesion until we have internal social cohesion because only in language can the two be decoupled. Replication virus of left brain categorization differentiation, a crystallization of ego atomization imploding the alien nation. My inner mystic is not my inner skeptic.. nor is it my inner existentialist, and they often argue. My inner ego individualist is probably not my inner anarcho-collectivist.. my inner scared child is none of these people. The spirit must hold it's child, the body, and tell it everything's going to be alright. The whole is more than the sum of it's parts. It is also emergent from these parts and to cling to particularly to a singularity of identity is to be lost out at sea in a storm.. In the eye of the storm is the seed of emptiness within the form. The ground of fertile chaos from which the slightest intimations of truth can arise.

We are tied in illusory knots, like a chinese finger trap, the harder we try to get it off- the tighter they get. The fragmented illusory ego remains in the illusion of fragmentation until one is able to differentiate and integrate, solve et coagula, the boundary between our persona & our shadow. Thus eliminating the conflict between them and untying the energetic knot. The body feels fragmented and disconnected until one is able to, solve et coagula, the ego-mind consciousness energy from the body consciousness energy and then integrate them into the whole conscious unity that they were to begin with, untying the knot & unbinding the energy.. The mind-body will remain in illusion until it is able to differentiate and integrate the mind-body and the medium .. environment from which it grows and flowers (which includes the language it uses to describe it's experience); Recognizing it's original face as an avatar of Gaia, the goddess or organism of Earth itself. However, even Gaia does not stand alone. It exists as an flowering of the universe. A universe which is known, by a unnamed knowing which arises from an untold primæval Chaos, beyond form and without boundary.

Evolution,
the disintegration of dimensionality
through the dissolution of boundaries
story of the amoeba's immortality
Ouroboros
descending ascent
and the return to totality
the multitude of multiverses
multiplied by ∞ (infinity)
birthing broken mirrors
reflecting shadows of totality
and totality contains
within it's wall
all potentiality
within all of potential
is the lack of totality
a blind god of shadows
we mistake for reality
the spiral serpent climbs the tree
drawn towards finality
to see through duality
a return to totality
avert your gaze from the shadows
to see the source behind
flowers turn towards
the light that shines
to which we have been blind
for the forms of emptiness
are empty of form

Æ (ash tree)

2010-04-09T19:15:00.000-07:00

A tree arising from
the ashes of the one
primæval flame
the birth of life from the death of substance
without form, boundary, or name
the branches fill empty spaces
spreading seeds of timeless places
the roots grow many faces of death
as the leaves fall from the force of fate's breath
from the ashes arises a question, ask
without time, there is no progression
without movement, nothing can grow
so the above reflects on below
and below are the roots of above
serpents arise as doves
descend
from ashes born
the beginning from end

Tiferet heliotrope

2010-03-25T09:56:00.000-07:00

The archetype of the apocalypse seems a mirror of the dissolution of the archetype of the SELF. In the eye of the storm or when the storms pass, sky opens and sky revealed consciousness turns towards the primordial light of the source flowering like a spiritual heliotrope. it's ok, just flow.. so?... are free associative webs more real than things that we're given time to gestate? crystallization of identity out of the flux into form. proclamations of absolute truth.. knowing. knowing.
who is the subject who knows? who knows who the subject who knows? 'there was a young man who said "though, I know that I know that I know. What I'd like to see is the I that sees me when I know that I know that I know". Hallway Hierarchical hierophant ego, an infinite regress labyrinthine funhouse hallways of the convex concave, a garden where the master keeps it's slave. spirit-mind-body words-action split and the legions of hell pour through when the knower assumes truth.. grasping clasping for a handrail in a vortex.. the ring of knowing.. my PRECIOUSES. Throw it in the alchemical fire. In english, every sentence has a subject. subject-predicate. subject-predicate.. but I see no nouns anywhere only process. only becoming. only dissolving. solve et coagula. coincidence of opposites. archetypal swirling in the spectral primæval firey phosphorescence coalescing and dissapating like astral storm clouds clearing and the sun shines through, Tiferet heliotrope. the Light causes automatic brain changes.. and I smile. What a lovely day.

ghost in the Æther

2010-03-18T20:25:00.000-07:00

the embrace of the night carries me

to a place where i can roam freely

among the play of electric energy

untouched by what i seem to be

enter the blinding light of the day

where freedom feels as if it's slipping away

into the binding of babylon

a dark night blinding the shining of the dawn

the lines drawn

all lead to a vortex

maelstrom of forms

in the neocortex

across an abyss

between that and this

we find without relationship

of something to nothing

we would have neither

just a ghost hidden

within the æther

out of the ashes

2010-03-13T17:28:00.000-08:00

arise this medium-body of a broken blog from your restful slumber. you have things to do and winds to blow,

Stare through the swirling patterns of smoke into the base of the flame,
the boundary-space between
strange alchemy
in the void where light is born;
time in the ever present still
between emptiness and form
a fertile mirror grows
in communications,
Coalescing constellations
of chaotic spillover
into the felt presence of
NOW.

3

2009-04-25T12:39:00.000-07:00

3: beyond the scaffolding of the individual /:\ grant morrison

we won't be a counter-culture.
we will be the culture.
divisions
divide and marginalize.
we will not be /counter/
dissolve all boundaries
infect the network

in this transmission- a heavy dose of Grant Morrison (writer of The Invisibles, Arkham Asylum, New X-Men, Pop Magic!, among a lot else) from the 1999 Disinformation Convention discussing the boundary of self and other, the individual, us vs. them, non-duality, alien abduction, the experiences of Philip K. Dick, Robert Anton Wilson,& Terence McKenna; Aleister Crowley, Stanislov Grof's paranatal matrixes, apocalypse culture, confronting the shadow, and magick...

music by noah23, apples in stereo, and the weird apples

2

2009-04-25T00:41:00.001-07:00

ep!50de 2.- Your very own box!

you are the garden

so here is a little rain and powdered water for you to grow on. It comes in your very own box. That's right folks! You're very own box.. and if you act now not only will we offer free shipping.. not only will we throw in a lifetime supply of your very own box! We will we throw in this translinguistic __________. Absolutely free. Our gift to you for seeking the mystery.

Are you are still using alienation?
Throw that tired old worn out thing away.
Try Boundary Dissolution™ today!

Offer valid in the Abyss.
Void where Prohibited.
Prohibited where void.

(side note- lyrics to eyedea and abilities song 'powdered water'-

If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested
They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it
And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric
We only know it's a cubicle because we live outside it

Now the one inside the cubicle can't comprehend his measurements
Because measurements are models made up for and by observers
Relative to their position on the outside of the cubicle
Though understand objectively so they can study further

If I grew up in a cubicle the walls are in my universe
I have no knowledge of the entirety like the outsiders do
If you follow what I say and can swallow the powdered water
Close your eyes and open your minds, this one's for you

And the brain equals a cubicle we'll never think outside it
Now inside wanna try to tie a diagram to modify them
I'm there as a hybrid of a body of a pirate
Of a soul that can fly without control

Realizing the brain ticks at six billion signals per second
And most of hidden and not given to the senses
Whether to do a few futile primitive tools to perception
livin in a universal pool of first hand deception

The mind's job is to receive the signals
And block the ones out that coincide with imprinted symbols
That way the information you obtained is recognized
Reality is thinkable and comparable to space and time

It makes a map of the territory that gives us the gives us
The topic of the Copenhagen interpretation of modern quantum
Physics which states we don't know the meal
We only know the menu that our brains tell us is real

We don't know the rules of our heads
From inside these cubicles we cant see the truth
No one really knows exactly what happens when we think
Therefore we can never really ever know anything

This is the consciousness revolution
You got the right to think
Don't think about it just do it
______

1

2009-04-25T00:30:00.000-07:00

01 Invocation / Captain Clark welcomes you aboard

Captain Clark welcomes you aboard as twenty three birds fly over head into the sunset on the horizon of spectral light.

boundaries dissolve into liquid translinguistic panacea oceanic.

this is present moment.
always.
fnord.

(featuring music by noah23. eyedea&abilities.

melt banana. zounds. daniel higgs. negativland. pink floyd. me)

___________

boundary dissolution with memetic alchemy

2009-04-23T17:14:00.000-07:00

boundary dissolution

with
memetic alchemy

In astrophysics, implosion describes what happens when a massive star collapses into the dimensionless singularity that forms
the heart of a black hole.
In our world, implosion is most obviously catalyzed by the media, which dissolves the boundaries between sectors of the real, intensifying the feedback loops wherein signs and images, commodities and data, circulate through institutions and individuals. The speed and intensity of these flows erode traditional structures of knowledge, communication, and culture–indeed, they erode "structure" in general, giving way to a world of process and mutation.
Expanding on McLuhan's insight, Jean Baudrillard argued that the media's primary object of dissolution was the boundary between media and everything else: "There are no more media in the literal sense of the word–that is, of a mediating power between one reality and another, between one state of the real and another."
- Erik Davis

Well, what these new technologies are doing is dissolving boundaries. The nation state, the monolithic party, and the nuclear family---all boundary -defined institutions of one sort or another---are legacies of the past; what we need is an ideology that is mercurial, shifting, non-static. And as long as we’re talking about mercury and mercurial things, there is in alchemy (a pre-modern form of thinking) the idea of the Coincidencia Oppositorum, which means that you have to have ideologies which are able to accommodate positions which within the context of the previous ideology would’ve appeared contradictory. The very notion of non-contradiction is a notion that emerges out of the linear, print-created mindset; the whole sterility of that world-view is its inability to live with the presence of contradiction.
And so it denies it, which creates the unconscious of a society where we’ve got serial killers running around.
The world is not as simple as we desperately wish to make it within the context of the linear world-view.
- Terence McKenna

http://memeticalchemy.podomatic.com

The amoeba's immortality

2008-08-16T14:03:00.001-07:00

Evolution is the disintegration of dimensionality

through the dissolution of boundaries
the story of the amoeba's immortality
ourobouric descent/ ascent
and the return to totality
The multitude of multiverses multiplied
by the infinite
collapsed
into
the shadow of
the source
of the totality
Totality
contains within it
all potentiality,
Within all of potentiality is
the lack of the totality,
the birth of the shadow
that we mistake for reality
return to totality
through the door of materiality
avert from the shadows
to see their source behind
a mirror of the light you shine
to which you have been blind
for the form of emptiness
is empty in form

(art is Dimensionality by Paul Laffoley)