The Tabernacle


If you haven’t seen the fact-based documentary ‘Zardoz‘ and intend to then this post may ruin it for you. If you wish to obtain a copy then you could do a lot worse than clicking the below link and selecting the first search result. Google might accuse you of being one of their ‘bots, but that seems fitting somehow… 😉

The story so far…

In the Dark Ages, a few hundred years after the Fall of Man, a brutal exterminator (who turns out to be anything but) is taught to read by a mysterious masked figure. He learns the truth about the pre-Fall world and the supposedly all-powerful god Zardoz, who dominates every aspect of his reality and descends each season to take away the harvest.


Outraged by the deception, he formulates a plan to exact revenge. The story starts with the brutal, known as Zed, sneaking aboard a flying Stone Head (supposedly Zardoz himself) full of corn and dead bodies.


Whilst en route to the Stone Head’s final destination, Zed explores the interior and, in the process, happens across and kills his creator, a magician, trickster and genetic engineer. Old habits die hard I suppose, but as we shall soon see killing his creator really didn’t matter that much after all.


The Stone Head deposits him in the Vortex, which purports to be a beacon of light in the midst of the darkness but is in fact the exact opposite. Here, Zed has his first encounter with a disembodied voice (an Artificial Intelligence called The Tabernacle) and a group of effete, genderless humans called Eternals. Shortly after his arrival, Zed discovers his creator’s crystal ring (which the Eternals use to communicate with The Tabernacle) and we see the following imagery.

An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed's palm.
An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed’s palm.
An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed's forehead.
An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed’s forehead.

Zed is discovered by one of the Eternals, a scientist called May. She wants to know how he came into the Vortex and what Arthur (the deceased magician/trickster/genetic engineer) has been doing in the Outlands. May is opposed by Consuela, who wants Zed killed lest he “dismay our tranquility”. After a vote, May is given three weeks to experiment on Zed, not realising that he is in fact a genetically-engineered ubermensch rather than the dumb brute and slavish Zardoz devotee she assumes him to be.


While May deciphers Zed’s genetic code, Zed plays along and learns as much as he can. He discovers that the Eternals are bored and apathetic, that the men are all impotent and the women lack sexual desire, and that (with the Tabernacle’s help) the Eternals invented complex and cruel social rules to ‘encourage’ conformity to Vortex life. These rules were put in place to address the lack of consequence associated with being immortal. Non-conformists who inject ‘negative’ or ‘critical’ thoughts into the group mind are put on trial and artificially aged by The Tabernacle as punishment. Renegades are aged to the point of senility, but are not permitted to die.

Zed is befriended by a male Eternal called Friend, who is in Arthur’s confidence and aware that he has been working on a selective breeding program in the Outlands. Zed and his fellow exterminators are the result of this program. Friend craves death, as do his fellow Eternals, and supported Arthur in the hope that the exterminators would infiltrate the Vortex and destroy The Tabernacle. Zed’s rebelliousness strikes a chord with Friend, who refuses to join a group meditation session and is aged several decades for his insubordination. Deemed to be beyond redemption, Friend is cast out to join the other renegades. Upon visting him, Zed learns that the Tabernacle’s creators are themselves senile rebels who were unable to conform to Vortex life.


As Zed’s presence continues to cause upheaval and conflict, he learns that the Eternal’s group mind is the product of a crystal implanted in their forehead. This crystal binds the members together at a subconscious level. Not only that, it also transmits each members thoughts to The Tabernacle for processing and storage.




Puzzled as to why members of the Vortex do not destroy The Tabernacle themselves, Zed learns that its creators instructed The Tabernacle to erase all memory of its construction and location from their memories shortly after the Fall of Man forced them to seal themselves into the Vortex. Friend introduces Zed to the now senile creator of The Tabernacle and the shock of seeing a mortal triggers some form of recall. He tells Zed to talk to May, the suggestion being that she might provide the information required to destroy The Tabernacle.


Zed does indeed talk to May, who offers a quid pro quo: she will assist him only if he tells her how and why he came into the Stone Head. Using the telepathic powers provided by the crystal in her forehead, she forces Zed to reveal the truth about Arthur’s mission in the Outlands. Thus we learn that the masked man who taught Zed to read was Arthur himself, for the sole purpose of leading Zed to one very specific book.

The masked men. Zed as Janus looking Back to the Future.
The masked men. Zed as Janus looking Back to the Future.

Finally, after much resistance on Zed’s part, he reveals to May the book which led him to seek revenge. It is a children’s book. A fairy story.


And Zed’s reaction upon realising the truth about Zardoz and everything he was taught to believe?


The violence of the imagery Zed reveals to May (none of which is permitted in the Vortex) stirs in her forgotten passions. Consuela (a man-hating Germaine Greer type) catches Zed and May together and promises her that The Tabernacle will age her fifty years for her ‘crime’. She attempts to use her own powers to control Zed, but realises that he is now too strong to be ‘quelled’.


Rendered blind by Consuela’s psychic assault, Zed is aided by an Oracle-like female Eternal, who restores his sight and tells him that he is ‘The One’, the Liber(Oz)ator sent to destroy The Tabernacle. She too longs for death and tells him she will help only if he agrees to kill her after he destroys The Tabernacle. Zed agrees and she imparts the Vortex’s collective memories to him through ‘touch-teaching’, a form of ‘Oz-Moses’ which ‘tattoos’ him with knowledge. Afterwards, she gives him a crystal and tells him that he will know The Tabernacle’s secret when he can see what lies inside it.


Zed gives it his best shot, at first to no avail.


Suddenly, a cloned version of Arthur appears. The Tabernacle reconstructed his body and injected his stored memories into the newly birthed host. For members of the Vortex, not even suicide can provide respite from the Eternal Tabernacle: shortly after death the deceased wakes up in an identical body with their memory intact. Life resumes where it left off and their ‘death’ amounts to no more than a blink of an eye. The packaged corpses inside the Stone Head tell a story of a civilisation wracked by suicidal desperation, the problem being life itself. The Eternals are locked in an endless cycle of fleeting death and artificial re-birth which defies spiritual interpretation.

The newly resurrected Arthur gives Zed a crystal ball and asks him what he sees inside it. Zed looks and sees nothing but his own reflection. In return, Arthur tells Zed that he has nothing to tell him. No knowledge to impart, no wisdom from beyond the grave. There is only The Tabernacle.


Zed returns to pondering the nature of the crystal. When he realises that the crystal implants are transmitters he correctly deduces that the crystal he was given must be the receiver. He looks into it again and realises that it contains the sum total of the Vortex’s collective memory in the form of refracted light patterns or holograms. The crystal he is holding is The Tabernacle itself.


Zed confronts The Tabernacle with this knowledge, and (in a reference to the All Seeing Eye imagery) The Tabernacle replies “You have me in the palm of your hand”. It then proceeds to identify itself as God, claiming to be All Seeing, All Knowing, and existing everywhere and yet nowhere. Zed dismisses this as vanity on The Tabernacle’s part, and after refusing its offer to join the group mind he finds himself inside the crystal itself.


The crystal is a hall of mirrors in which Zed is tormented by reflections of himself and the stored memories of Vortex members.


And the point of all this, assuming there is one?

What’s inside the Stone Head? Who is May?


What is the book? And what’s the trick? Confused? See ‘What is the book?’

Meanwhile, deep inside the crystal, absolutely nothing whatsoever is real and everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. The question is, who and/or where and/or what is the original? Who and/or what the fuck are the copies?


The Prince of Wales and the Duchess of Cornwall have led tributes to their close friend Tara Palmer-Tomkinson, who has died at the age of 45…Palmer-Tomkinson said in November that she was being treated for a non-malignant growth in her pituitary gland and had expressed fears that she would die.

The sixth chakra is often known as the Third Eye. However, according to the postulates of yoga (specifically those written by H. H. Mahatapaswi Shri Kumarswamiji) ,the pituitary gland of the sixth chakra and the pineal gland of the seventh chakra must join their essence in order to open the Third Eye.

Tara was an IT girl in an environment traditionally dominated by men.

And upon hitting my browser’s Reload button, I wasn’t at all surprised to see the story has reappeared as the Mail Online’s lead article.


Meanwhile, this is the print edition’s lead story today. Something or other about A ‘bot’. How’s your sight? Are you blind? As for me, the sun is shining Brighton as fuck and I’m treating all this with the siriusness it deserves. Must…think…positive…thoughts…


Here’s Mia, a synthetic IT girl from the Channel 4 series ‘Humans’. They’re referred to as ‘dollies’. That May or May not be a typo. There May be a flaw in the crystal, some kind of interference between transmitter and receiver. I believe the term we’re looking for is actually ‘lollies’. In any event, Mia is very helpful and cooperative, but it’s not as if she has a choice, is it?


Are you ‘cooperative’? If so, why?


Be that as it May, dollies come wrapped up in plastic bags ready for reanimation.


While we’re on the subject…



The Seven Sisters and I go back along way. All the way back to my birth in fact. I’m Taurus and I was born in May. In May ’71 to be precise. That makes me 45 years old.

Super Bowl / Super Bowel / Super Vole 71, brought to you from inside Headstone, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the Patron State of Lady La-La Land.


Zardoz speaks to you, his chosen ones. You have been raised up from brutality, to kill the brutals who multiply, and are legion.

You stink of despair! Fight back! Fight for death…if that’s what you want. –Zed

A hint about the provenance of ‘the book’…


Not had enough of The Tabernacle’s eternal snuff movie? No problem! Just grab a superbowl and a spoon and line up to receive yet more of The Deity’s freshly excreted ‘brunch nuggets’. Just be sure to let me know when you’ve had your fill so I can take an axe to the motherfucker.

Which reminds me…is it ever OK to Hit Girl?


OK, gotta dash. Got me a lollipop, a vivid imagination, and a little something in the palm of my hand…

The Prime Meridian

I usually start my probes with a personal anecdote, but so much has happened during the five months since my last post that it’s impossible to know where to start. Given that this entire post – not to mention my whole blog – is in a sense one long personal anecdote I’m not even sure it really matters. In any case, this particular post attempts to explain my journey through a mysterious and elusive substance we call ‘space-time’. Along the way, I hope to explain not only how I got here but where I (and the mirror images of myself that are you) may be going next. So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the party – the longer you stay with me, the better it gets. Relax sufficiently and you may well find that we all come together in the end.


Since writing my last blog post in May I have been far from inactive. Apart from taking another monumental tumble down the rabbit hole, I spent the summer writing a wildly scatological and extremely funny novel. I say that ‘I’ wrote it, but in truth it felt more like a form of automatic writing. The humour was definitely mine, but the storyline just seemed to pop into my head and make itself up on a daily basis. Prior to this, I hadn’t written more than 20,00 words since my university days, yet in the space of only six weeks I found myself with a 100,000 word novel on my hands. It was an extraordinary process made even more surreal by the extent to which world events seemed to mirror the plotline of my book.

Having reached the 100,000 word point, I retired to bed realising I had no idea how to finish the story. As it happened, I dozed off for a few hours and literally dreamed the ending. I spent a full hour scribbling down and expanding on the dream, and in the morning I wrote the ending (25,000 words in total) in a single sitting. The book is going to be published so I will not reveal the full storyline here. What I will say is that it involves a cast of characters who identify as archetypes (such as Lucifer, Satan, and Lilith) commonly conceptualised as ‘dark’ or ‘evil’ on the grounds that they are fighting humanity’s corner. Almost by accident, these characters spark a chain of events that lead to a revelation about the nature of space-time (at Greenwich Observatory on the Prime Meridian) and a world revolution that centres on the City of London.

In September, just as I was nearing the end of the copy editing process, I began to receive mysterious emails about a revolution based on the creation of an unlimited money supply. They immediately caught my eye given that the area of London known as The City is often referred to as the financial capital of the world, the capital of the global world order of capitalism itself. I was intrigued for a variety of reasons, not least because I have a background in electronic payments and transaction services. Accordingly, I was already aware that what we think of as ‘money’ is just a simulation. Modern money is transmitted, processed and stored as light, i.e. as electromagnetic radiation via fibre optic cables and microwaves. In other words, the numbers in your bank account are merely representations of a voltage on a storage medium.

Transistors on a solid state flash drive. What we call 'information' exists only as a voltage stored across them.
Transistors on a solid state flash drive. What we call ‘information’ exists only as a voltage stored across them.

Over the past year or so I have attempted to move away from Marshall McLuhan, but try as I might I always seem to be drawn back to him. McLuhan was a communications theorist who predicted the internet thirty years before its development and coined the terms “Global Village” and “The medium is the message”. He argued that the effects of technologies as technologies draw a veil over the world. We are literally unable to see the ‘environments’ created by new technologies because our obsession with the content they deliver causes us to talk and think about them in terms that relate to the technologies that preceded them. In effect, we are living in a perpetual blind spot and our brains ‘fill in’ this blind spot by reflecting the old analogue world, a world in which we dealt with tangible things rather than the digital abstractions we call ‘information’.

McLuhan referred to the ‘filling in’ of this blind spot as “rear-view mirrorism”. A very simple example would be the way we talk and think about using a mobile phone (cell phone) to ‘ring’ someone, as if a mobile phone had an analogue rotary dial rather than a touchscreen and relied on physical wires to connect point A to point B. The significance of the mobile phone is not that it allows you to ‘ring’ someone and have any particular conversation, but that it has compressed space-time (we can speak to anyone instantaneously) and allows us to contact others from any point in space-time rather than a fixed location. The wireless mobile phone reveals to us the hidden environment that McLuhan was referring to: information transmitted as electromagnetic radiation (i.e. a form of light) at light speed through the atmosphere itself.

We have become like the most primitive Palaeolithic man, once more global wanderers, but information gatherers rather than food gatherers. From now on the source of food, wealth and life itself will be information.

— Marshall McLuhan

Since the discovery of electricity and the development of the digital computer, humankind has enveloped the entire globe with a network analogous to the human central nervous system and brain. A new man-made ecological system has been constructed on top of the physical environment, the lifeblood of which is electric current. It is said that information is today’s currency, and in point of fact what we call ‘currency’ has become nothing more than information. If electricity is the lifeblood of this man-made ecological system then currency in the form of information is the oxygen that keeps the organism alive. In effect, we are encased by and ‘breathe’ a digital atmosphere just as we are encased by and breathe the physical atmosphere.

Today, we are no less reliant on this digital atmosphere than we are its physical counterpart. If the ability to process information with computers were to vanish overnight then the consequences would be unthinkable. In such a scenario, the most immediate and obvious problem would be our inability to access the money required to satisfy the physical requirements of life. The result would be a form of digital suffocation directly analogous to sealing our mouths and nostrils with glue. Despite this, how many of us ever question why we are being ‘charged’ to ‘breathe’ the digital atmosphere in a way we would not accept if ordered to pay for each and every lungful of air? In short, how many question why we allow banks and institutions to create valueless digital abstractions as ‘money’ in the form of a ‘debt’ that must be ‘earned’ and ‘paid back’?

At this point, I must digress slightly and observe that there is a peculiar correlation between our technology and our understanding of the way our physical reality ‘works’. For example, in an age in which clockwork represented the most advanced form of technology, Newton gave us a vision of a clockwork universe of rotating orbits, where one thing ’causes’ another thing to behave in a certain way. That seemed to work well for a time, until another technological revolution came along and provided new insight. Or did it? Did it create or ’cause’ those new insights or were those fresh insights merely a reflection of the technology itself?

Take a trip through space-time in the below example of Newtonian physics. Four million dominoes in a complex chain, but which domino ’causes’ the very last domino to topple? Is it the first? second? millionth? the penultimate? Could the penultimate domino have ’caused’ the final domino to topple without the input of the 3,999,998th domino? Could that domino have caused anything at all without the input of the very first domino?

Over time, the above seemed to bear less and less resemblance to what the ‘numbers’ were telling us. Oddly enough, what those numbers were telling us was very similar to the ‘real-world’ effects of modern technologies powered by electricity, whereby things happen so fast there appears to be no distinction between a ’cause’ and its ‘effect’: throw a switch and a light bulb will come on instantaneously. Another way of saying this is that modern technologies dispense with a long chain of dominoes (i.e. a linear sequence of mechanical gears, pivots, levers) and leave us with just the first and last dominoes. When we throw a switch, the nature of the interaction between the two is such that both appear to topple at exactly the same time. In the field of quantum physics, this is known as ‘spooky action at a distance’. Apparently, it is older than thought itself…


Today, ‘switches’ in the form of integrated circuits containing unimaginable numbers of transistors have compressed space-time to the extent that the number of events that can ‘happen’ in the blink of an eye is impossible to conceptualise in any meaningful sense. This is made possible by electrical current and currency or ‘money’ transmitted, processed and stored in the very same form. Currency is information and information is currency and both are nothing more or less than energy itself. Today’s currency does not exist in tangible form, yet our systems of currency are, in McLuhan’s terms, still looking in the rear-view mirror and going through the Newtonian motions of pretending that ‘money’ is a physical entity that circulates or ‘orbits’.

Those familiar with how space-time really operates in Wonderland will know exactly what the below article refers to and who ‘Huge’ actually is.

Bankers inhabit an 18th century rear-view mirror world in which gold sovereigns have to be moved from one side of the ledger to another in order to balance the financial Scales of Justice. Yet the unreal digital phenomenon we call ‘money’ has no physical existence and absolutely no intrinsic value. Even so, if you walk into your bank and ask for a mortgage then your bank will expect you to expend precious time and energy to pay back the ‘debt’ (a ‘trespass’ or ‘sin’) they create, even though that ‘debt’ was created in milliseconds, exists only as an electromagnetic voltage on a storage medium, and bears no resemblance whatsoever to the true cost of triggering the computer algorithm that created it. Bankers and currency have yet to make the leap into the quantum age.

To return to the subject of the mysterious emails, the subject matter was not merely a revolution but a quantum revolution. In monetary terms, in relation to the currency, this quantum revolution is predicated on the idea that there is nothing intrinsically scarce or valuable about the digital abstractions we use as money. It is possible to create an unlimited quantity just by pushing a button. In point of fact, if your bank balance currently stands at £1000, and you were to open a spreadsheet and type the same value into a cell, then I can assure you there is no fundamental difference between the two. Both are intrinsically valueless digital abstractions. This being the case, why don’t we create our own?

All modern monetary systems are based on debt or a ‘negative charge’. Presently, a financial transaction is very much like a retelling of the story of Adam and Eve and the eating of the apple: a magistrate ‘charges’ us and orders us to issue ‘pay back’, and in return we hand over a token symbol of our ‘guilt’. This symbolic retelling occurs billions of times each day and it is, quite literally, mythical. There is no debt or ‘negative charge’ to pay back. It is just an illusion. Adam and Eve ate of the apple and were ashamed of their nakedness, yet the nature of modern money reveals to us that the emperor (you’ll find his face on a coin) has no clothes. He too is naked, and there is (and never was) anything to be ashamed of, no burden of ‘debt’ or ‘sin’ to make amends for.

It is my contention that the nature of our ‘reality’ is a reflection of the way we perceive and think about ourselves, just as Newtonian physics ‘up there’ in the heavens originated as a reflection of our technology ‘down here’ on earth. In other words, it is not a case of “As above, so below” but rather “As below, so above”.

Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.

Currency is energy, and our entire approach to it is rooted in obsolete assumptions about what it is. There is absolutely no reason why we can not and should not reverse the charge and reconceptualise money as a positive force. Money can and should be created by individuals themselves as and when they require it, not as a debt created by institutions. This positively charged money can and should be created free and issued as a gift rather than the ‘pay back’ we dish out on a daily basis. This is not science fiction or utopian dreaming but is in fact perfectly possible once we realise that what we call ‘money’ is as fictitious and illusory as a computer simulation. Money is not real and it serves no purpose to pretend that it is. We can and should liberate the digital atmosphere and breathe freely.

Earlier, I referred to the ‘numbers game’. Today, we are all busy playing it. Everything has to add up. Everything has to be ‘accounted’ for. Everyone is assigned or reduced to a number. But does everything have to add up? Do we have to accept being reduced to a number? What is a ‘number’? What if a ‘number’ were actually a ‘numb-er’? What if our fixation with the ‘numb-ers’ is just a product of the Narcissus Narcosis?

When one is considered Narcissistic, one does not recognize their own image and are blind from the mirror (or insight) from which external reality provides. The numbness McLuhan expresses is that one does not experience themselves in their environment and are cut off, or amputated from themselves as they no longer recognize themselves in their mirror.


When we look into a monitor or screen today (or just use our eyes anywhere for that matter) what are we looking into? It is a mirror, and the ‘numbers game’ is itself a reflection of peoples’ inability to see themselves in the other and to acknowledge the other’s experience as their experience. Perhaps this is why people can not only tolerate images of suffering and misery but even invent fictions to explain why their mirrored selves ‘deserve’ to be in these situations?

Can you tolerate this product of the ‘numb-ers game’?


And if we tolerate the above then what comes next?

Currency is energy. It is not scarce and can quite literally be created with the push of a button. If we create limitless energy ‘below’ then what will happen ‘above’?


I believe that we can make energy better for everyone, and we don’t need to drill, dig, or scratch around in the earth for it. The envisioned timescale for the transition is much less than the blink of an eye.

Libor: it’s a disc closure, i.e. what happens when a DVD burner has finished writing data to disc, and we don’t have to labour for it.


Instead, we can choose to go up a notch, from 3D to 4D (hex 0x4d = decimal 77) with Liber Oz.

We can push the button. One final “I’m sorry” to those we think we have hurt, then move on debt free with no woe, no owe, no apologies – just love.

Then we can really get this party started.

Isn’t it about time?



The Seven Sea Stirs

I intended to start writing this article several hours ago but received a visit from The Joker, which knocked me off-balance for a while. The result was a partial return to sobriety. No matter. After a few hours of pointless soul-searching – let’s say I was ‘temporarily light’ – I remembered that my credit in this joint is good. Now that Lloyd has served up some hair of the dog what bit me, I am, so to speak, back in the spirit of things and ready to finish the script. In some respects, I think this article is likely to be a little more personal than some of my other posts. I say ‘think’ because I rarely plan what I write. It just seems to come to me and structure itself along the way. In fact, if you’ll forgive my blatant solipsism then it all seems to come to me in one form or another. As I walked home from the Co-Op earlier today, I came across a young man having an animated mobile phone conversation. Something to do with prophet and loss, the only words I caught were “If we strip out the margin it comes to 44 overall”. Quite so.

These days, everyone seems to be reading my thoughts, and I theirs. It’s difficult, if not impossible, to know exactly where ‘I’ end and ‘the other’ begins, or to avoid asking who these mysterious ‘others’ really are. It’s odd I should even refer to them in these terms, given that I’d watched a video about Lost prior to popping out to the Co-Op. Odder still that the first thing to grab my attention was a locksmith’s van parked at the end of the road. It was emblazoned with the words “Don’t get locked out – have a key cut!”. A little further down the road, an empty cigarette packet caught my attention. Most would disregard it as random detritus. These days, however, I’ve learned that when my attention is drawn to something it’s usually for a reason. The message on the packet echoes comments left on my last-but-one post, and I have to say it’s a message that’s becoming increasingly hard to…ahem…Overlook.

You Can Do It

These days, we have to ask what it really means to be a ‘smoker’. Consider this example of double-speak, which seems to be loaded with the kind of euphemisms the Nazi’s employed when referring to the ‘Final Solution’.

As noted, a reasonable provision of comfortable, friendly, and exhaust ventilated indoor facilities with ashtrays for smokers would likely remove the great bulk of this problem.

Piles of naked corpses and references to ‘camps’ in Europe. Makes you think doesn’t it?

Mink Extermination

Amidst such horror, you could be forgiven for thinking that the Apocalypse is Now.

House of Horrors

The madness continues unabated elsewhere too. Over on Merovee, Frank is in meltdown and it seems the whole country is affected by the fallout.

Toxic Dust Cloud

As I’ve said before, our ‘reality’ seems to be multi-layered, a series of after-images or double exposures. Yet how many notice that Nuclear Armageddon appears to be an ever-present feature and part of our everyday lives?

The meltdown is collective…

Trump Meltdown

The cry goes out…and up apparently…

Evangelical Meltdown

And just like our computer screens, Windows display portents of impending doom…

The Signs

Needless to say, all is not what it appears to be. The Apocalypse is here, and we are part of it. Yet the true meaning of the term is not death and destruction but something else entirely.

apocalypse (n.) late 14c., “revelation, disclosure,” from Church Latin apocalypsis “revelation,” from Greek apokalyptein “uncover, disclose, reveal,” from apo- “from” (see apo-) + kalyptein “to cover, conceal” (see Calypso).

Source: Etymology Online

In my series of posts about the Colossus of Roads, I examined what I believe is the source of these ‘parallel realities’. My conclusion is that they are ‘parallel’ in the Information technology sense of the term. Specifically, that the ‘reality’ we inhabit is an advanced (albeit incredibly weird) computer simulation. It’s a moot point and one which is quite beside the point. We all seem to have our pet theories, yet they all arrive at the same conclusion: that what we see ‘out there’ is not real. The ‘apocalypse’ or ‘revelation’ we’re being exposed to is the disclosure of this knowledge through a process of initiation. It turns our lives upside down and causes us to question and, finally, abandon all the assumptions we once held so dear.

The question, then, is why us in particular? Why have we been ‘privileged’ to see through the veil, while other remain insensible? Who are ‘the others’ we see out there? Earlier today, Vik posted a series of news articles in a comment on my previous post. Reading through them, it was apparent that all the individuals referred to in these articles, from 44-year-old computer hackers through to US presidential characters, are weird reflections of me, just as they are also weird reflections of Vik. Why is it that when looking to reply to Vik, using news articles relating to these same characters, the stories that emerged were perfect reflections of the thoughts I wished to communicate back to Vik? If this is the case (I assure you it is) then in what sense do these characters exist? Who or what are they exactly?

A friend of mine recently introduced a friend of hers to my blog. I think it must be a Mob thing because shortly thereafter Frank posted a warning which included a reference to red-hot pizza. It’s hot-hot-hot (it burns, it burns) and I immediately knew which Goodfellas he was referring to. Old Nick and the Jewson.

Prior to this, the friend of my friend also chose to follow my Twitter account. He’d picked up on a few Nazi-themed synchs relating to the Colossus of Rhodes, and I responded with a few ‘burning man’ synchs. I also ‘wrote’ an article (in Morse) on my other blog as a kind of experiment, to see if he could spot the interconnections. The reason I did this was his Twitter profile image, a biohazard symbol. This struck a chord with me for a number of reasons. First, because the friend who introduced this person to my blog also sent me a link to the following article.

Hazardous Material

Regular Merovee readers will know that Tyler Durden and I have ‘history’. It’s a film that keeps cropping up again and again for me. What I found particularly odd about the article was the ‘hazardous material’ in question: sodium hydroxide. Known also as lye, Tyler employs the same chemical in the film in order to inflict a burn on ‘Jack’.

Second, the day before this person followed my Twitter account I just happened to watch a trailer for the film Zardoz. Note the film-related dates that appear at the beginning of the trailer.

A few passages from Wikipedia should tell you all you need to know.

In a future post-apocalypse Earth in the year 2293, the human population is divided into the immortal “Eternals” and mortal “Brutals”. The Brutals live in a wasteland, growing food for the Eternals, who live apart in “the Vortex”, leading a luxurious but aimless existence on the grounds of a country estate. The connection between the two groups is through Brutal Exterminators, who kill and terrorize other “Brutals” at the orders of a huge flying stone head called Zardoz, which supplies them with weapons in exchange for the food they collect. Zed, a Brutal Exterminator, hides aboard Zardoz during one trip, temporarily “killing” its Eternal operator-creator Arthur Frayn.

Zed is less brutal and far more intelligent than the Eternals think he is. Genetic analysis reveals he is the ultimate result of long-running eugenics experiments devised by Arthur Frayn — the Zardoz god — who controlled the outlands with the Exterminators, thus coercing the Brutals to supply the Vortices with grain. Zardoz’s aim was to breed a superman who would penetrate the Vortex and save mankind from its hopelessly stagnant status quo. The women’s analysis of Zed’s mental images earlier had revealed that in the ruins of the old world Arthur Frayn first encouraged Zed to learn to read, then led him to the book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Zed finally understands the origin of the name Zardoz — Wizard of Oz — bringing him to a true awareness of Zardoz as a skillful manipulator rather than an actual deity.

As Zed divines the nature of the Vortex and its problems, the Eternals use him to fight their internecine quarrels. Led by Consuella, the Eternals decide to kill Zed and to age Friend. Zed escapes and, aided by May and Friend, absorbs all the Eternals’ knowledge, including that of the Vortex’s origin, to destroy the Tabernacle. Zed helps the Exterminators invade the Vortex and kill most of the Eternals — who welcome death as a release from their eternal but boring existence. Some few Eternals do escape the Vortex’s destruction, heading out to radically new lives as fellow mortal beings among the Brutals. Zed brings the immortals salvation by bringing them death.

Source: Wikipedia

For those unfamiliar with Zed, allow me to remind you that he used to ride a chopper. I say ‘used to’ because Zed’s dead, baby. Something to do with butt sex, a blowtorch, and a pair of pliers I believe.

Third, because I’d also noticed an article with a Wizard of Oz theme in the Daily Mail. It too is about ‘hotting up’, so I suspect I’m getting warmer…


The above article appears in the blog post I wrote for my friend’s friend. The ‘hidden world’ it refers to was discovered by The Wizard.

The findings stem from the Whillans Ice Stream Subglacial Access Research Drilling (WISSARD) project funded by the National Science Foundation (NSF).

Ice stream or ice cream? Someone wants us to think they’re justified because they’re ancient. I disagree. I suspect the Zardoz incarnation of Zed would also disagree with me. He is, after all, inside the ‘huge stone head’.

After I finished writing the article for my friend’s friend, I asked my friend to send it on to him, saying “We’re off to see The Wizard”. Included in the article is the below story about the discovery of Cook’s ship ‘Endeavour’ off the coast Newport, Rhode Island, plus references linking Endeavour to Morse. On my daily walk to the Co-Op earlier today, a coach pulled up next to me and the electronic board displaying its destination happened to catch my eye. Needless to say, its ‘final destination’ was Newport.

Captain Cook Rhodes

Zed the Savage makes an appearance in another work of ‘pulp fiction’ within our fictional reality. Specifically, Brave New World. Here, Zed is named John and he’s befriended by Bernard (burn hard) Marx. It seems that Marx is one of the intellectual and cultural elite, although his physical stature leaves a little to be desired. From memory, I believe his stature had something to do with a little too much alcohol added to his blood-surrogate in the decanting room. In short, Bernard’s problems derive from his ‘individualism’, a product of being ‘drunk in the spirit’. At the end of the story, John ends up in a lighthouse (more of that later) while Marx’s friend, Helmholtz, is exiled to the Falkland Islands.

The below article appeared today. Clarkson isn’t keen on his Big Brother Bolshevik overlords either.


On the subject of Argentina, I posted this on my Twitter feed shortly after I posted the blog article I refer to above. It depicts a young Magneto, played by Michael Fassbender, in the guise of an Eichmann hunter. He describes himself thus: “I’m Frankenstein’s Monster. And I’m looking for my maker.”

At the same time, I also Tweeted about Prometheus. He stole fire from the Gods and was chained to a rock. Oddly enough, the road at the bottom of my road is called The Rock. Prometheus also appears in the subtitle of Mary Shelley Wollstonecraft‘s novel.

Michael Fassbender also appears in Ridley Scott’s Prometheus. Regular readers will know that I’ve referred to the film on numerous occasions in relation to being ‘drunk in the spirit’. This was a key theme in my previous post. Once again, Fassbender plays Frankenstein’s Monster, this time in the guise of the amoral android David. Here, David is surrounded by his makers and it’s obvious he doesn’t think much of them. He is in fact perfectly prepared to sacrifice them in order to please his Father. For some reason, the Father goes out of his way to belittle David and remind him that he doesn’t possess a soul. David more than adequately proves the point as the film progresses. Ultimately, his maker’s maker rips David’s head off and beats his maker to death with it. It seems that the Father doesn’t take a shine to the artificial, the immortal, or the mortal. In his eyes, we are all equally worthless.

At the end of the film, Elizabeth the ‘true believer’ continues her quest with a decapitated David in tow. She wants to know why her creators wish to exterminate humanity. Curiously enough, my sister’s name is Elizabeth and she was subjected to the same ‘Christian death cult’ as myself. Her ex-husband’s name is David. He was an odd character, a kind of short and squat version of my step-father. Following their divorce, she had a nervous breakdown and moved to the south coast, just around the corner from the Seven Sisters, which lie in the constellation of Taurus, my star sign. I visited the Seven Sisters last year and had a bizarre experience. There are supposed to be two lighthouses on that stretch of coast, yet on the walk to Beachy Head, I saw three, and on the walk back, only two. The whole experience felt like a dream. I went there partly as an excuse to pay my sister a surprise visit – I haven’t seen her in years. At it happened, she’d gone away on a business trip…to Germany. I suspect she’s still dragging David (the image of her own father figure) around with her.

There’s a common theme here in the form of a controlling influence. It’s perhaps best demonstrated by the following clip with actor John Hurt. To paraphrase Tyler Durden: “This is your pain, don’t deal with it the way those dead people do.” Don’t just stand there and allow a chopper to chop off your head.

In 1984, the ‘opposition’ leader is Jew. Yet Goldstein does not exist. He is just a tool of The Party and Big Brother, who also does not exist.

Prison fires and Room 101. Featherstone Prison is a literal stone’s throw from where I worked as a (Final) Solution Manager.

Room 101

What’s in Room 101? The worst thing in the world for John/Winston. It’s full of rats. The informers whose stock-in-trade is in-formation. Neatly lined up in rows like obedient soldiers.

Jewish Peril

All the above plays out like a surreal guilt trip, which is exactly what it is. It would be all-too-easy to see ‘it’ as hostile or malevolent, yet I know that if I hadn’t embarked on this ‘trip’ then I wouldn’t be as ‘light as a feather stone’. Ultimately, arriving at this point is a result of knowing – deep down and with certainty – that what I see out there isn’t real. Had I not been shown these things, I could never have reached this point. And the message is that we are literally writing our own destiny, our own history. We can be ‘the dead’ and do what everyone else does simply because they do and that’s what we’re ‘supposed’ to do, or we can say ‘fuck the pain matrix’ and just get out there and do it. Because, in the final analysis, IT is all IT is.

Some say we just need to have faith and patience. That freedom (if we’re talking about faith then perhaps what we really mean is salvation) is just around the corner, that we just need to sit back, watch the headlines, and wait for ‘the miracle’. I say the opposite. In fact, I say this reduces us to putty in The Joker’s hands. As Vik put it, we can become The Joker or we can allow ourselves to be the butt of his jokes. Those aware of what’s going on can hardly fail to observe the same jokes recycled over and over again. Cocks jokes, butt jokes, you name it. Here’s one for you – the call girl and the ‘gagging order’. Can’t imagine what that means…


Hilarious isn’t it? And let’s face it, sex jokes are funny, and God knows we need to ‘lighten up’ about all things sexual. That said, how many times have we seen these jokes? How many times do we want to see them? Personally, I tend to find that even the funniest jokes lose their appeal after the ‘nth’ repetition. I suspect they’ll continue for as long as we keep playing the Joker’s game (keep throwing the ball in the air and I’ll keep hitting it back) rather than playing the Joker. Even so, as I hope the above serves to demonstrate, the sex jokes aren’t the real joke. We are. We’ve allowed ourselves to be. I should imagine The Joker laughs loud and long too, but is he laughing with us or at us?

Listen to Delbert. He took a chopper and chopped his daughters to bits. Look at the fucking state of the cretin.

One of his daughters took a pack of matches and tried to burn it down.

Here’s what I say.

A few weeks ago, I discovered this. In light of my references to Prometheus, it will, I trust, make perfect sense to the Famous Five.

The five brightest member stars of the Hyades have all evolved away from the Main Sequence and now lie at the bottom of the giant branch. Four of these stars, with Bayer designations Gamma, Delta 1, Epsilon, and Theta Tauri, form an asterism that is traditionally identified as the head of Taurus the Bull. The other is Zeta 1 Tauri, which lies 2° further south. Epsilon Tauri, known as Ain (the “Bull’s Eye”), has a gas giant exoplanet candidate, the first planet to be found in any open cluster.

My friend’s friend wears a heavy hat. And in his own words…


I suspect that five may soon become sith.


And yet I can’t help but feel there’s one missing…

…perhaps more…

As for you guys ‘out there’…


How many oceans? How many countries? How many states? How many counties? How many districts? How many cities? How many towns?

How many people?

All lit up. It’s just the Son. He’s Shining.

The Missing Link

As usual, my co-operative local Co-Op plays a pivotal role in this particular tale. There are two situated within half-a-mile of my flat, and today I decided to visit the larger of the two, which is also the furthest away. My walk there was a typically dream-like affair with messages jumping out everywhere. A poster in a hair salon called ‘Ego’ which read ‘Say Hello to Paradise’, a discarded ‘Diamond Breeze’ air freshener, an advertisement for a local estate agent asking “Have You Seen the Signs?” The signs all said ‘sold’, or perhaps they said ‘souled’? Who knows? Anyway, I gathered together my purchases, waited patiently at the till (noting the guy in dreadlocks in front was wearing a bright green T-shirt with ‘Live Boston’ printed on it), then paid and walked away. Down the hill and around the corner, a 4×4 towing another 4×4 drove past. The driver beeped his horn, turned to look at me, and gave me the ‘thumbs up’ sign. I’d never seen him before in my life, but I think I was supposed to today because the message painted on the back of his cab said ‘One life. Live it’.

This coincides with a theme that’s been running through my head over the past few days. I wasn’t surprised to discover that a friend of mine had plucked my thoughts from our shared memory space and added them to my previous post, in the form of a string of Nike ‘Just Do It!’ adverts. Truth be told, since disappearing down the rabbit hole this time last year, I’ve become something of a recluse. If I’m honest I’ve always been insular and I’ve always struggled with the concept of ‘reality’. The person I refer to above also asked when I first encountered ‘The Program’, and I think I’ve always been aware of it on a subconscious level. Looking back on my life, it seems that each time I made a concerted effort to ‘settle down’ and ‘conform’ something wacky would happen to challenge my belief in ‘consensual reality’. I just couldn’t take seriously enough the concerns we’re supposed to take ‘seriously’ in this life, so I withdrew.

During my journey down the rabbit hole, I’ve discovered that I am not who I think I am, just as you are not who you think you are and the people we see ‘out there’ are not who they seem to be either. Over on Merovee, Frank captured the essence of what I’m trying to get at here.

Maybe I’m feeling particularly solipsistic but in all the murders there are personal mirrors which then make me question if they ever happened in any sense. Do the mirrors exist – who am I and all that ? Who is the dreamer of the dream?

For ‘murders’ substitute ‘any news event’, ‘politicians’, ‘celebrity’, or ‘ordinary’ person on the street. All of them are, in some sense, mirrors of ourselves. As I’ve said before, we seem to be eating and drinking one another’s thoughts and reflecting them back at ourselves. In effect, we’re all unwittingly snooping on one another. McLuhan said as much when he described the Information Age as one in which we’re all intimately involved in one another’s lives. What he didn’t appreciate is that this is literally true, that we inhabit what I call the Informer-Nation Age. As bizarre as it may sound, under the surface of our ‘free’ and ‘democratic’ societies lies a veiled alternate ‘reality’ with a totalitarian theme. Personally, I believe our ‘reality’ is a simulation of some kind, so I’m not suggesting this is literally true. Rather, it’s like the double exposures experienced in the age of film cameras: the one ‘reality’ is superimposed over the other.

Allow me to provide a few examples. This story emerged on the same day I posted another Nazi-themed article: ‘Fuck the Pain Matrix‘. Here, Software Agent Diane Abbott (she’s a ‘bot‘) joins the ‘race row’ and Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn frustrates ‘reporters’ by ‘refusing to answer questions’.


This is painted on a fence I walk past of the way to my local ‘co-operative’. Racial fitness, along with physical fitness and health, was Hitler’s main preoccupation. It’s a subject that ties into my previous comments about ‘guided or directed evolution’, i.e. evolution as ‘system upgrade’.

Survival of the Fittest

These days, it seems that the ‘fitness regime’ is all the rage.

Fitness Regime Small

We’re all invited to ‘join The Party’ and submit to the ‘regime’.

race for life

It’s perhaps ‘fitting’ that the ‘War Against Cancer’ should feature so prominently in encouraging our participation. It is, after all, a question of demonstrating the correct bee-hive-iour.

The Beehive Cluster, also known as Praesepe (Latin for “manger”), M44, NGC 2632, or Cr 189, is an open cluster in the constellation Cancer. It is one of the nearest open clusters to the Solar System, and it contains a larger star population than most other nearby clusters. Under dark skies the Beehive Cluster looks like a nebulous object to the naked eye; thus it has been known since ancient times. The classical astronomer Ptolemy called it “the nebulous mass in the breast of Cancer” and it was among the first objects that Galileo studied with his telescope.

Source: Wikipedia

Recently, the world lost David Bowie to Cancer at the age of 69, which is odd because the astrological symbol for Cancer is a 69 after a hard night on the town. 😉


Over time, I’ve noticed little clues that indicate when an article or story refers to me personally. One such clue is a reference to the number 44 (my age). Others include references to my real name and, for some reason, my mother’s maiden name, in various forms. For example, this guy spent 44 years in prison and emerged aged 69. He too found it difficult to adjust to ‘reality’, can’t stop marveling at the crazy things that keep happening, and can’t understand why everyone walks around like CIA agents.

Rolf is going into ‘liquidation’. In The Matrix, the dead were liquified and fed to the living.


Which is strange, because a friend sent me a link to the below story earlier. It’s about a ‘leak’ of ‘hazardous materials’ near Rhode Island. The substance is sodium hydroxide, otherwise known as lye.

Rhode Island

What is lye?

In another story, Adam Johnson is being asked to ‘clean the plug’ and allow the ‘leak’ to flow freely. He’s in Moorland Prison, which ties into some strange personal mirrors Frank has experienced in relation to the Moor’s Murderers.

Plug the Leak1

Breathing fumes produced by sodium hydroxide is known to be hazardous to health. This relates to another recurring theme, another ‘double exposure’ overlaid on this ‘reality’. Specifically, we’re ‘breathing in the ash and dust’ and ‘we’re breathing in the chemicals’ because ‘we’re radioactive’. As I’ve said previously, Nuclear Armageddon – the Clash of the Titans – has already happened.

In my last post, The Hive Mind, I referred to a maintenance man who services the converted townhouse I live in. I’ve had little to do with him apart from an incident that occurred last year when my kitchen and bathroom sinks and shower became blocked. He came along with a bottle full of acid and proceeded to pour it down the plug holes. Looking back on it now, it seems like a bizarre replay of an event from well over 20 years ago, when someone spiked my tea with the LSD version of acid. I drank the tea (it went ‘down the hole’ so to speak) and I spent the remainder of the day in Wonderland.

I’m not entirely sure I ever left…

Acid is another recurring theme that pops up in a variety of different contexts. First, in relation to a recent spate of stories about acid attacks.

Second, in the ‘Alien’ universe where the aliens have ‘acid for blood’, and also in relation to Prometheus, where the ‘acid’ becomes ‘a seed’ which is administered by the robot David, who spikes Charlie’s alcoholic drink.

The message about the acid or ‘a seed’ is that it is ‘Drunk in the Spirit’. Today, a friend posted a link to a blog she follows. It appeared in my Twitter feed like so:

The Spirit

To explain the personal significance this has for me, I grew up in an extremely religious family which, over a period of about 5 years, progressed from bog standard Church of England beliefs to the worst kind of evangelicalism. My grandfather was a Pastor, so there’s a history here. Even so, it’s difficult to exaggerate just how extreme their beliefs became, and the effect it had on me personally as an adolescent. Jews were revered as God’s chosen people, talk of demonic possession was rife, everyone ‘spoke in tongues’, my grandfather became a sort of self-declared ‘prophet’ and started his own church, and so on. My point being that one of the concepts used within the evangelical movement is ‘being drunk in the spirit’, being possessed by the Holy Spirit. The video probably explains it better than I can.

Earlier today, I was reading some of the comments posted on Merovee and came across one by Frank. It refers to the film Lucy, starring Scarlett Johansson. The storyline is about unlocking the brain’s full potential and the effects of the same.

I mention this because Lucy has great significance for evolutionists.

Lucy is the common name of AL 288-1, several hundred pieces of bone fossils representing 40 percent of the skeleton of a female of the hominin species Australopithecus afarensis. In Ethiopia, the assembly is also known as Dinkinesh, which means “you are marvelous” in the Amharic language. Lucy was discovered in 1974 near the village Hadar in the Awash Valley of the Afar Triangle in Ethiopia by paleoanthropologist Donald Johanson. The Lucy specimen is an early australopithecine and is dated to about 3.2 million years ago. The skeleton presents a small skull akin to that of non-hominin apes, plus evidence of a walking-gait that was bipedal and upright, akin to that of humans (and other hominins); this combination supports the view of human evolution that bipedalism preceded increase in brain size. “Lucy” acquired her name from the song “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” by the Beatles, which was played loudly and repeatedly in the expedition camp all evening after the excavation team’s first day of work on the recovery site.

Source: Wikipedia

Fans of the Beatles will know that Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is rumoured to be a reference to LSD, usually referred to as ‘acid’, and that the song was recorded at a time when the band members were known to be experimenting with LSD.

Coincidentally, Frank recently posted a video on the subject of evolution and the nature of our ‘reality’. Here, the speaker reveals that extensive computer modeling of evolutionary processes based on ‘survival of the fittest’ results in extinction rather than survival. The speaker’s conclusion is that our ‘reality’ has no physical basis but is constructed by the brain itself, much like a virtual reality computer simulation. In another coincidence, one of the examples he uses to explain his theory relates to an Australian beetle that nearly went extinct after mistaking gold-colored beer bottles for the similarly colored female of its species.

Australia was obliged to change the bottle’s color in order to ‘save’ the ‘beetles’. Hallelujah! Oh, and lest we forget, the Beetle is also the Peoples’ Kaa.


Returning to the ‘leak’ for just a moment, one of the most renowned figures in the sphere of paleoanthropology is Richard Leakey. Leakey was born in 1944 and is currently 71 years old. I am 44 years old and was born in 1971. Leakey was educated at Stony Brook University.

So. What’s my point? First, let me rewind to Lucy and a portion of the Wikipedia passage cited above.

The skeleton presents a small skull akin to that of non-hominin apes, plus evidence of a walking-gait that was bipedal and upright, akin to that of humans (and other hominins); this combination supports the view of human evolution that bipedalism preceded increase in brain size

On the one hand, we have a film about Lucy and the development of brain power, and on the other an anthropological find here in the ‘real world’ with relevance to human evolution and the development of brain power. The link between the two lies in the reference to ‘bipedalism’ and a bizarre dream I recounted on Merovee only yesterday.

I had a dream the other night where someone told me to kill a monkey. It was like a survival situation and the monkey was to be my ‘food’. I looked into the monkey’s eyes and saw a spark of intelligence and awareness. I felt pity for the monkey, and I didn’t kill him because killing him would be like killing myself. Next day, I was told that I have ‘compassion’.

Guiding the monkey’s evolution in Kubrick’s film version of 2001: A Space Odyssey.


And in a related comment, I mentioned that one of my previous posts helped to solve a personal problem I’ve carried around with me for years. I also referred to the follow-up to Kubrick’s film, 2010: Odyssey Two, and posted a link to a Daily Mail article from 2010. This article literally just popped up from out of nowhere. Again, the number 44 appears and the location is St Petersburg, a city which has all sorts of historical connections for me.

A Russian awarded $1million (£666,000) for solving one of the most intractable problems in mathematics said yesterday that he does not want the money. Said to be the world’s cleverest man, Dr Grigory Perelman, 44, lives as a recluse in a bare cockroach-infested flat in St Petersburg. He said through the closed door: ‘I have all I want.’ The prize was given by the U.S. Clay Mathematics Institute for solving the Poincare Conjecture, which baffled mathematicians for a century. Dr Perelman posted his solution on the internet. Four years ago, the maths genius failed to turn up to receive his prestigious Fields Medal from the International Mathematical Union for solving the problem.

Source: Daily Mail

As always with The Program, the article is a joke that’s more than a joke yet still a joke. At university, I used to sit around with friends and drink and smoke long into the night, talking about political philosophy and other subjects. They jokingly referred to me as ‘the most intelligent man in the world’. That too is a joke. Intelligent or Intel Agent? And that too has a double meaning.


Similarly, friends at work used to refer to me as a ‘secret agent’ because they could never figure me out or understand my penchant for late-night training runs and sleeping under the stars in military-surplus bivvy bags. This was at a time when I was heavily into ‘prepping‘ and survivalist lore, half-convinced that Planet Earth was destined for some sort of cataclysmic upheaval. And, in a sense, it is. In a way I don’t pretend to understand, my posts are solving problems. When I solved the last problem, a song popped into my head at random. It’s by Depeche Mode and the song goes “You’ll see your problems multiplied, If you continually decide, To faithfully pursue, The policy of truth”. But what are the ‘problems’ in question?

The monolith.

monolith on earth

The mono-Lilith.


In 2010: Odyssey Two, the monoliths multiply and turn Jupiter (King of the Gods) into a new sun/son.

As I watched the video, this advertisement popped up…

Grand Prix of Europe

Europe is named after Europa, and Jupiter is the Roman version of Zeus, from which we derive the story of the rape of Europa. Coincidentally, the birth of the new (Neo) sun in 2010: Odyssey Two allows life to develop on one of Jupiter’s moons under the direction of the Monolith. The moon in question is Europa.

The principal character in both 2001 and 2010 is a certain sentient supercomputer. In 2001, he was ‘half-crazy’ and (remembering ‘bi-pedal Lucy’) dreaming of a ‘bicycle made for two’.

So was Claude Shannon aka the ‘Father of the Information Age’. One of his pastimes was building two-seater unicycles…

The question posed by my friend in his comment on my previous post was “Who are you?”

The son of a watchmaker. His name is John.

John was tricked by Ozymandias, the ‘most intelligent man in the world’, and deprived of his ability to remember the future.

blind watchmaker

This was a ‘necessary evil’ and the greatest practical joke ever played.

In Interstellar, Cooper tricked himself into entering the black hole in order to view the quantum singularity. The singularity is described as a ‘pearl’ and the watch was the key to transmitting the data and saving the world. He was her ‘ghost’, her ‘Holy Spirit’. She ‘saved’ the world. So who is she?

In Watchmen, John (he’s radioactive) was tricked into believing he had given his partner cancer. Similarly, in Interstellar we’re told that the ‘problem’ is ‘gravity’.

Theoretical models indicate that if Jupiter had much more mass than it does at present, it would shrink. For small changes in mass, the radius would not change appreciably, and above about 500 M⊕ (1.6 Jupiter masses)the interior would become so much more compressed under the increased pressure that its volume would decrease despite the increasing amount of matter. As a result, Jupiter is thought to have about as large a diameter as a planet of its composition and evolutionary history can achieve. The process of further shrinkage with increasing mass would continue until appreciable stellar ignition is achieved as in high-mass brown dwarfs having around 50 Jupiter masses.

Source: Wikipedia

In 2010: Odyssey Two the monolith multiplied itself and consumed Jupiter like cancer, shrinking it while adding mass to the point stellar ignition was achieved, thus giving birth to a new (neo) sun (son). The sun's name is Lucifer.

When I first played the Otis Johnson video posted above, a video ad played. The ad was addressed to night owls such as myself (it’s currently 4am here in the UK). Night Owl is a character in Watchmen. It's also a location in the film LA Confidential.

A message from Lucifer.


What is the ‘problem’? Gravity.
What is it? Whatever you desire.
The ‘Final Solution’? Lighten up and enjoy the Holy Laughter.

The mission: erase the multiplicity of the past and re-remember the future.

Me? I’m the man-cub. And Kaa? She’s Lucy. She’s a Johansson.

I think it’s time for me to communicate with the 3D world.

Jungle Book 3D

Time for Jupiter ignition. Time to ‘expose the pearl’. 😉

The Hive Mind

I seem to start all my posts with a personal anecdote, and whatever our universe really is, it seems keen to ensure that this post is no exception. To explain, the owners of the converted townhouse in which I live employ a maintenance worker, who has something of a reputation for sticking his nose in where it’s neither welcome nor invited. Other residents have reported minor thefts, items that mysteriously move from one location to another in their absence, and so on. In effect, he’s regarded as a bit of a snoop. These are, I must stress, merely rumours. I myself have never had any cause for concern. That said, given the subject matter of this post, and the rumours about the individual concerned, I had to restrain myself from laughing out loud when I bumped into him just a few moments ago. I was making my way to the local Co-Op again (oh how we love those who ‘co-operate’) to buy some of life’s bare necessities (tobacco and chocolate) when I turned the corner to see him large as life and sporting a ‘CIA’ baseball cap.

In recent posts, I explored connections between the Nazis and information technology and came to the conclusion that our technologies are uncovering an existing interconnected ‘reality’ rather than creating one. In other words, that we ourselves are a technology, individual nodes that access a shared memory space and form part of a single system. Hence our tendency to eat and drink one another’s thoughts. Most recently, this idea manifested itself in a comment I left over at Dr. Cooper’s Lab. Or maybe it’s Dr. Cooper-ative’s Lab. In any case, it seems that others predicted the subject matter of this post in advance, in relation to a suicide at Apple’s campus in Cupertino. If Doc is reading this then I hope he doesn’t interpret my post as a personal slight. I’m using it as an example only because it serves to demonstrate that our zany 3D ‘reality’ makes a mockery of terms such as ‘good’ and ‘evil’.

Cooper thought he was acting on instructions 'from above', when all along he was just following a sequence of programmed instructions determined for him in advance.
Cooper thought he was acting on instructions 'from above', when all along he was just following a sequence of programmed instructions determined for him in advance.

Having said that, it would appear that Cooper and I have some form of historical connection. As I’ve said before, Interstellar has significance for me in relation to my personal journey down the rabbit hole. Moreover, in a recent post on my other blog, I suggested that we need to ‘Titan up security at The Lab’. The subject matter of this post was cloning, controlled or directed evolution, and controlled and directed behaviour or ‘bee-hive-iour’.

Dr Cooper's Lab

In the above case, the lab in question exists in Terry Gilliam’s film 12 Monkeys, now remade as a TV series. Here, a maniacal biochemist releases a deadly virus, decimating the human population. The survivors, who are forced to retreat underground to escape the virus and the resulting ‘nuclear winter’ environment, send a criminal named Cole back in time to detect the source of the outbreak, in the hope that a cure can be found. Like Cooper in Interstellar, Cole is trying to ‘save the world’. In Cole’s case, he accepts his ‘mission’ in the belief that his ‘good deed’ or good ‘bee-hive-iour’ will result in the remission of sin, a formal pardon that will wipe his slate clean.

Oddly enough, on another blog I follow a very similar theme has emerged.

Before double glazing, we all had at least one draughty window. Every winter as a child I would play with the frost on the inside of the windows in the morning. Coal fires weren’t automatic. Someone had to get up, build the fire and light it. Until then, the house was pretty damn cold. We had thick blankets and thick pullovers. We survived, thought nothing of it because that was just the way life was. Coal fires don’t light themselves.

To put this in perspective, I need to point out that Doc’s post refers to bees on several occasions, as does my comment. Doc believes there’s a spiritual dimension to what we see ‘out there’, and that in order to combat the ‘forces of darkness’ we must breed, raise, and train children to be ‘soldiers of the light’. After all, providing the Queen with Royal Jelly is what we’re programmed to do and it is ‘good’ to obey our programming. By contrast, I argued that light and dark are simply two sides of the same coin, part of a whole. Ultimately, they cancel one another out. There is neither light nor dark only what ‘is’, and what we know about the ‘is’ is that it is fundamentally unreal. It is everything and yet nothing at all. The ‘it’ in question is IT, and IT is not a network of transistors in black boxes but billions of neurones inside billions of brains.

Anyone even remotely aware of what’s happening ‘out there’ will be aware of the curious phenomenon whereby we all seem to be reading one another’s thoughts. Someone writes a blog post or makes a comment to find that someone else has been thinking exactly the same thing. What does this tell us about our ‘reality’ except that we are all interconnected, and that, on some level at least, we are not isolated individual minds but part of a collective or ‘hive mind’ with access to a shared memory space? Prior to the development of the computer and the internet things just didn’t happen quickly enough for us to see these interconnections. Today, as we become self-publishers who move and share information at light speed, they are evident to those whose eyes and ears have been attuned to what’s hidden in plain sight.

The following article is a prime example. In my comment to Doc, I referred to our ‘reality’ as a massive interactive neural network. Note the ‘spiritual’ nature of the article and the term ‘gargantuan’. It’s no coincidence that Gargantua is the name of the black hole (they’re very massive by the way) in Interstellar.

Acts of God

Similarly, anyone familiar with a certain snack-loving canine should be able to put two and two together and work out who this other bee-related article relates to. It too refers to ‘the lab’, in addition to another well-known figure from the Merovee universe.

Mack, a 2-year-old yellow Lab, joined the team last fall to help his mom, chief apiary inspector Cybil Preston, inspect beehives for American foulbrood — AFB — a highly contagious bacterial disease that infects honeybee brood and, eventually, kills the colony…

“Maryland has a thriving beekeeping industry, and most of our beekeepers have thousands of hives that travel from state to state for pollination,” explains Preston. “It’s our job to make sure that infected hives don’t cross state lines.”

Doggy Detective

So what exactly do these articles amount to? How can persons unknown to us know what we’re thinking and discussing, sometimes in advance of us actually doing the thinking and discussing? The answer is this: as ‘participants’ in a massive interactive neural network our thoughts and discussions (our ‘shared memory’) are available to other participants and manifest themselves in their thoughts and discussions. More specifically still, when we analyse the articles in detail it becomes apparent that they are, in effect, the system’s version of intelligence briefings. In this sense, they represent the system assimilating information pertaining to its participants.

Sounds barking mad? Consider the nature of the global digital brain we’ve built around us. It too is a whole composed of billions of interconnected nodes we call devices. There are no obvious physical connections between many of these devices, which share information in a way that would have seemed like magic a century ago. The software powering these devices ‘thinks’ in terms of parent/child relationships and ‘inheritance’ between the two. Variables are stored in physical address spaces. Data and code are assigned to classes and structures, are given properties and values, and can be made private or public. Global environment constants and variables can be assigned for the system as a whole. Similarly, the digital brain’s memory is the relational database, which establishes links between data sets by using joins and unions.

As I write this, I’ve just loaded Facebook to find this at the top of the page.


I’ve previously referred to this system as The Score. It seems to operate much like a movie or sound file. If we picture ourselves as actors within the movie, events will appear to happen in a sequential fashion. Yet viewed from the outside, any portion of the file can be randomly accessed. Furthermore, although we might see the file as a single ‘physical’ entity on-screen, it exists only as a collection of magnetic pulses stored as memory on a hard drive, and these magnetic pulses aren’t stored in a sequential fashion either. Rather, a single file can exist as multiple clusters or segments across a hard drive, and a file allocation system pulls all the pieces together. In other words, a file can be stored in a variety of different physical locations or spaces, and as we know from our own investigations into the nature of this ‘reality’, space and time exist as space-time. Movement in space equates to movement in time.

In my view, this explains the seemingly impossible situation described above, whereby someone can pen an article containing details about a comment I’ve yet to write. My own journey of discovery has uncovered many examples where information about myself and others is encoded in articles, books, and films produced decades ago. Doc’s own article demonstrates the point by extracting information about myself in the ‘present’ from articles about a historical figure from several centuries ago. From our perspective in linear time, the mind wants to reject this as a logical impossibility. Yet when we ‘think outside the box’ of the movie frame, it becomes apparent that we are literally not ourselves, in the sense that we are not who we appear to be here in the non-existent ‘present’. We are in fact dotted about all over space-time.

The key issue here is memory and identity. This is a theme explored in Interstellar (Cooper didn’t realise whose orders he was following) and many other books and films: Bladerunner, Memento, The Matrix, Dark City, The 13th Floor, Fight Club, and so on.


The ‘ticking time bomb’ for which there is no Cure.

Lyme Disease

In September British billionaire John Caudwell (left) announced that his 20-year-old son Rufus (right), an aspiring musician and his ex-wife and daughters have all been diagnosed with the potentially fatal disease. Mr Caudwell believes that the disease is endemic, arguing that if an entire family like his can be infected, the disease must be both sexually transmitted and passed from mother to child.

The ‘infection’ is a virus and the virus is ‘in the Lab(rador)’. To be more accurate, the ‘virus’ is one of these.


In computer terms, a tapeworm is a name for a specific type of invasive virus. On the one hand, this is a massive joke at my expense: I used to have a morbid fear of intestinal parasites. On the other, a tapeworm grows by continually adding fresh segments to itself, and this is a perfect analogy for the way the system appears to operate. Regular contributors on Merovee will no doubt remember me posting multiple comments about the tape from Diamonds Are For Ever. It’s a cheeky little number…

diamonds are for ever tape

The subject ‘reared its head’ for me only yesterday.

Cassette Boy

And reminded me of this article about the ‘huge boost’ in ‘cassette sales’…

Cassettes Roll Back

It’s an interesting headline. The term ‘roll back’ is used in IT to refer to a process of ‘rolling back’ changes made to a computer system, to restore it to an earlier state. As McLuhan always said, fashion is the current-see or currency. To ‘fashion’ is to create and the memories stored on a computer’s hard drive are representations of different voltages. Also, ‘cassette’ gives us a variety of different terms, all of which appear in Doc’s article and my reply to him.

The demonic Christ in Car. Go along for a ride and you’re gonna BURN.

The Ancient Egyptian Ka, the ‘divine spark plug’.

Kaa the Serpent, the ‘Hissed-Oracle’, and our guided evolutionary journey to the urban jungle and the new digital frontier.

And let’s not forget this guy. Maybe he’s just misunderstood?


The message appears to be that the ‘infection’ – the ‘virus’ – grows by continually adding ‘segments’ to itself and is passed on from mother to child. Whatever can that mean I wonder?

What I take from all this is best summed up by Gargantua and two other films.

As Dr Brand said in Interstellar, the ‘problem’ is ‘gravity’…why so Sirius? Maybe life really was made for ‘shopping’?

In our ‘massive interactive neural network’, we’re all Agents of The Program, or rather we’re Software Agents, commonly referred to as a ‘bot’.

I sometimes wonder if there’s a more profound truth hidden in all this. Maybe The Joker is the ‘invasive virus’ that has re-written our system files and dispersed us all over the place, causing us to forget who we truly are? Maybe we’re all walking the time loop tapeworm as a consequence?


So, are we ‘in the shit’ or is it all just a massive joke telling us that everything is, and always has been, OK? That we just need to ‘lighten up’ and enjoy the ride? My money is on the latter, and I’ve been given a money back guarantee…

Facebook is telling me it’ll be amazing…

amazing rides

So let’s forget our programming and stop bee-hive-iouring like bots. As Frank observed over on Merovee, the difference between us and bots is that we tick all the boxes. He was unwittingly referring to the latest ‘Captcha’ systems designed to distinguish humans from bots.


Maybe this digital hell can be fun. Maybe we can do whatever the hell we want, and if that includes tickling the boxes and stroking the purple light sabres then so bee it. 😉

Fuck The Pain Matrix

A few years ago, for want of anything better to do, I decided to resurrect, revise and publish my final year undergraduate dissertation. It was (and remains) a dry academic text, but it gave me something to do and I was pleased with the result. The topic of this critically unacclaimed masterpiece was a little-known sub-discipline within the social sciences. Specifically, the Sociology of the Holocaust. More specifically still, the topic was a subject, the subject being Adolf Eichmann. For those unfamiliar with the name, Eichmann was the SS officer responsible for organising deportations to the extermination facilities dotted throughout the Greater German Reich. At the war’s end, he fled to Argentina, where he remained until Israeli special forces staged an audacious kidnapping in 1960. His subsequent trial, conviction, and execution (as the first Nazi to be tried on Israeli soil) was one of the decades most historically significant events.

Regular readers will know that something keeps drawing me back to the Nazis, the Jews, World War II, and the Cold War period that followed. I can’t explain why, although my visits to Merovee suggest I’m not alone in seeing these patterns, which seem to repeat themselves in various weird and wacky forms, both in the media and ‘out there’ in the ‘real world’. Today, for example, I found myself thinking about the Holocaust as I walked into town. Lost in thought, I happened to lift my head just as a lorry belonging to the Jewsons chain of builder’s merchants drove past. The slogan on the side of the vehicle read “There’s always a Jewsons nearby”. Two minutes further down the road, I lifted my head again to see a poster for a no-sugar version of the Ribena blackcurrant drink, reminding me that it was ‘still juicy’. Again, these things just seem to happen to me. I can’t explain it any more than I can explain how I ended up living in a flat with a Star of David on the roof.

These are not isolated incidents or mere ‘coincidence’. Whilst climbing the hill to my beloved local Co-Op on Sunday evening, two youths emerged from behind a brick wall and crossed my path. At the exact moment I saw them, one said to the other “Give him his dues, they deserve some recognition”. Moments later, at the Co-Op itself, I was not entirely unsurprised to find that the total cost of my shop came to exactly £8.15.


They say time is money, and in this particular case, it really is: 8.15 just happens to be the time at which the Enola Gay dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima.

Mushroom cloud over Hiroshima

Similarly, in response to my last post (it refers to the Einsatzgruppen, Rhodes, and roads), a friend added a comment which included a link to an American news story about the brutal slaying of eight members of the Rhoden family. It’s a thinly veiled reference to Rhodes and to rodents, the latter in relation to the Nazis’ denigration of Jews as vermin. The family members were all shot in the head, execution style.

Einsatzgruppen (German for “task forces”, “deployment groups”; singular Einsatzgruppe; official full name Einsatzgruppen der Sicherheitspolizei und des SD) were Schutzstaffel (SS) paramilitary death squads of Nazi Germany that were responsible for mass killings, primarily by shooting, during World War II. The Einsatzgruppen were involved in the murder of much of the intelligentsia and cultural elite of Poland and had an integral role in the implementation of the Final Solution of the Jewish question (Die Endlösung der Judenfrage) in territories conquered by Nazi Germany.


It seems the ‘rats’ are everywhere. They’re taking over…

Oy ve! Humane or ‘human’? Click the image to read about the plans for ‘extermination’…

Oy Ve

The Einsatzgruppen targeted the intelligentsia and cultural elite.

“[It’s] unusual, they are usually in the universities, the schools, the education system for testing,” Stuart said. “These rats could be introduced by somebody, or maybe because you have unmentionables that come in through the door, they may have something in their belongings [that] could have possibly introduced them as well,” he said.

New York, on the other hand, has openly declared war on rats.

Rats have long been a feature of New York, but authorities have been forced to step up the war on rodents after a record number of complaints from across the city. Some 24,000 people have called a hotline so far this year – and that is only to report the ones they’ve seen above ground.

They’re standing upright, they’re saying ‘Hello Mr. Controller’


And it’s a problem here in the United Casino of Great Britain and All-Seeing Eyeland too.

Family make plea to Belfast City Council as rats plague their home…[the]…landlord said the tenants “keep the house very well” but the rats were causing serious damage to the property…[it’s]…just a matter of time until the lights go out, we would think…[they]…have become somewhat resigned to this problem, but it should be taken very seriously.


Needless to say, this is absolutely bonkers and I clearly belong in an institution for the criminally insane. But let’s not rush to declare me non compos mentis just yet. The above is a prime example of a common phenomenon I (and others) experience: my bookcase metaphorically talking to me. In this specific instance, the book in question is Philip K Dick’s The Man in the High Castle. In Dick’s novel, Germany and Japan win the war, yet the ‘reality’ of the Axis powers’ victory is shown to be an illusion, a veil draped over an alternate (albeit equally unreal) ‘reality’ in which Germany and Japan lost the war. Dick wasn’t mad either, and, visionary that he was, grasped the Matrix-like nature of our ‘reality’ as long ago as 1977, right at the beginning of the micro-computer revolution.

I’m not suggesting that the rats we see in this ‘reality’ are Jews in disguise, and for the record, I’m certainly not anti-Semitic and do not regard Jews as ‘rats’. What I am suggesting, however, is that this is a manifestation of the ‘hidden ground’ I referred to in my previous post, in which I talked about information technology, and the 3D world, as a kind of mirror, an imperfect reflection of a veiled reality in which we are the true network. These messages can be construed as distorted images of our actual situation, our actual relationship to one another, manifested through technology in whatever this ‘consensus reality’ (it ‘cons’ the ‘senses’) actually is.

To put this in context, earlier today I had a long conversation with a friend. As ever, we found ourselves eating and drinking one another’s thoughts as the conversation turned to totalitarianism. This was consistent with my thoughts over the last 48 hours because the term ‘rat’ is also a euphemism for a police informant, or a secret police informant in respect of totalitarian regimes. Of course, this too is complete nonsense, and it goes without saying that ‘shopping’ your fellow citizen (an insidious foe who might look exactly like the folk next door) to the State is a thing of the past…

…and certainly not the kind of thing freedom-loving Brits would ever tolerate…


Yet the message is everywhere, drilled into our subconscious…

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Once again, I’m not suggesting that buying a product equates to turning your neighbour over to the Thought Police. Rather, that this too is a manifestation of the hidden ground or environment. An environment in which posters (symbols) like the below are viewed as ‘creepy’ and Orwellian, while the actual systems of surveillance and control they represent remain firmly in situ and almost entirely unchallenged.


Fancy being ‘called in for questioning’…?

A new study by British researchers has called into question previous theories about how we experience pain. The study, conducted by scientists from University College London (UCL) and the University of Reading, was intended to test the nature of the ‘pain matrix’, a particular pattern of brain activity which is believed to be a reliable indicator for pain. By scanning test participants’ brains while subjecting them to pain, scientists in past studies have consistently observed the same parts of the brain ‘lighting up’, leading to the idea of the ‘pain matrix’ becoming widely accepted.

Source: Independent Online

Great fun, yeah?

These guys are just robots following pre-programmed orders.

This guy was a robot following pre-programmed orders.


Eichmann attended the [Wannsee] conference only as minute-taker and observed with surprise the ease with which significant figures from key German ministries accepted the Final Solution, not to mention the eagerness with which they agreed to their allotted roles. This was a pivotal moment for Eichmann, who felt “something of the satisfaction of Pilate, because I felt entirely innocent of any guilt. The leading figures of the Reich at the time had spoken … the ‘popes’ had given their orders, it was up to me to obey, and that is what I bore in mind over the future years” (trial session 79-1).

— excerpt from Eichmann, Bureaucracy, and the Holocaust

The universal chorus is “Just doing my job…”, but are you ‘just doing’ your ‘job’ or is your ‘job’ doing you?

job (v.) 1660s, “to buy and sell as a broker” (intransitive), from job (n.). Meaning “deal in public stocks on one’s own account” is from 1721. Meaning “to cheat, betray” is from 1903; earlier “pervert pubic service to private advantage” (1732). Related: Jobbed; jobbing.

That job I quit last year? I was a ‘Solution Manager’. I’m really glad I quit that job…

Still unconvinced? You think events such as the below are ‘real’ perhaps?

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Even though they’re really just echoes of pain, loss, and separation from ancient mythology.

Paris, Prince of Troy, feared that he would lose his beloved Helen.

Similarly, the story of ISIS and Osiris is one of plot and intrigue, betrayal and deception. Isis just wanted to pull the pieces together and complete her union with Osiris.

What about these guys then? The Eagles of Death Metal.

eagles of death metal

The Nazi Eagle.

Nazi Eagle

The Death’s Head symbol of the SS.


You don’t need me to tell you that the Nazi’s had a thing about death…


Organisation Todt was responsible for constructing the Nazi’s network of roads.

The Todt Organisation (German: Organisation Todt, OT) was a Third Reich civil and military engineering group in Germany named after its founder, Fritz Todt, an engineer and senior Nazi figure. The organization was responsible for a huge range of engineering projects both in pre-World War II Germany, in Germany itself and occupied territories from France to the Soviet Union during the war. It became notorious for using forced labour.

The history of the organisation falls into three phases. A pre-war period lasted from 1933 to 1938 during which Todt’s primary office was that of the General Inspector of German Roadways (Generalinspektor für das deutsche Straßenwesen) and his primary responsibility, the construction of the Autobahn network. The organisation was able to draw on “conscripted” (i.e. compulsory) labour, from within Germany, through the Reich Labour Service (Reichsarbeitsdienst, RAD).


On another blog I follow, it seems that the dead Prince had an issue with pill popping…

EXCLUSIVE: Prince’s former drug dealer tells how the legend spent $40,000 at a time on six-month supplies of Dilaudid pills and Fentanyl patches – highly addictive opioid pain killers – for 25 years…

The dealer said the musician suffered crippling stage fright and could not get on stage and perform without the drugs…had a phobia of doctors so could not obtain a prescription legally. Doctor D said: ‘He was always a pill man – that’s why nobody ever saw him do drugs. He never shot up, or snorted cocaine’


Dr ‘D’ and the ‘pill’. Again, we come full circle to Philip K. Dick.

The United States has lost the war on drugs. Substance D, a powerful and dangerous drug that causes bizarre hallucinations, has swept the country. Approximately 20% of the total population is addicted. In response, the government has developed an invasive, high-tech surveillance system and a network of undercover officers and informants.


What is ‘Substance D’?

The real Final Solution: Osiris and Isis reunited in Communion. The Body and the Blood, taken in remembrance of Him.

For some reason, Facebook wants me to share this memory with you.


I took the photo years ago. The location? Cannock Chase German Military Cemetery.

Some might disagree, but I suspect ‘someone’ is receiving the message loud and clear…

They’re standing upright, they’re saying ‘Hello Mr. Controller’

So, shall we start over again?
Shall we say “Fuck the Pain Matrix”?


The Colossus of Roads Pt3

Even by my standards, the last 48 hours have been strange. I’ll endeavour to explain exactly how strange below, although the following snippet of conversation with a shop assistant in my local Co-Op might give you some idea. I plonked my purchases on the counter, he asked me how I was, and in turn I asked him how he was. His reply? “Oh, I’m living the dream. I don’t know whose dream it is, but I’m living it”. I was, to put it mildly, absolutely astonished. I mumbled something like “I know exactly what you mean” and stumbled out into the street, not knowing whether to laugh out loud or just go mad on the spot. I chose the former, and giggled my way back to my flat, where I stuffed myself with apple pie while I waited for a friend to arrive. Twenty minutes later, with my friend seated in front of a microphone, I began re-recording an interview I referred to in Part Two. This, too, was absolutely hilarious. It seemed that every other sentence he uttered contained a reference to something I’d thought or read about during the day. I did my best to explain my grins and guffaws, but I’m not sure the message got through.

It is, of course, completely bonkers. The rational mind recoils in horror, unwilling to accept anything other than a conventional view of a ‘consensual reality’. According to this perspective, X always follows Y and coincidence is just coincidence. Exactly how many ‘coincidences’ have to occur in order for a ‘coincidence’ to be recognised as anything but a ‘coincidence’ is a moot point. Ten? Twenty? A hundred? A thousand? I’m well into the thousands, and have reached the point where I know that any surrender to ‘rationality’ on my part would require a monumental act of self-deceit. To put the above in context, see the front page of my local newspaper from the 19th April, the same date I published Part Two of this series. It’s by no means an isolated occurrence (it’s now a daily one) and the conclusion I draw is this: there are no coincidences.

City Roads

My local shop assistant doesn’t know whose dream he’s living, and yet he does. He’s “living IT”. That is to say, he is living IT, a form of IT with arms and legs, a torso and a head – or at least the appearance of them. As I asked in Part Two, it is really so hard to believe?

Lest we forget, IT is not just a matter of the wholly artificial, of simulacra built of plastic, metal and silicon.

In the above video, Michio Kaku argues that we’re heading towards a world in which the biological is fused with the technological. But what if such a world were already here? In Parts One and Two, I referred to the ‘network’ of ‘roads’ constructed by ‘the Nazis’, and highlighted strange connections between The Colossus of Rhodes, ancient mythology, and fictional and non-fictional supercomputers. What exactly does this mean? Are our own ‘networks’ of ‘roads’ in some way analogous to a supercomputer? Or are they, in some way, a strange mirror of ourselves as a form of technology, just as so much of what happens ‘out there’ seems to mirror our own thought processes? Could our own technology be a mirror image of what we ourselves really are?

Tribal man is tightly sealed in an integral collective awareness that transcends conventional boundaries of time and space. As such, the new society will be one mythic integration, a resonating world akin to the old tribal echo chamber where magic will live again: a world of ESP. The current interest of youth in astrology, clairvoyance and the occult is no coincidence. Electric technology, you see, does not require words any more than a digital computer requires numbers.

Marshall McLuhan

The key word here is ‘akin’, i.e. like ESP. McLuhan never argued against ‘consensual reality’. He did, however, argue that the digital age has created an environment in which information is moved at the speed of light. He called this the ‘hidden ground’. Information technology allows us to see the connections that bind us together. To see, for example, that Facebook ‘shared memories’ are exactly that. Prior to the digital revolution, it was impossible to see these connections, because events were simply not reported quickly enough. By the time a book or magazine had been published, whatever personal connections we might have drawn from it at the time it was actually written would be lost in the mists of time. Thanks to online social and mass media platforms this is no longer the case. Digital technology allows for instant communication and publication of local and global events 24/7. Instant publication and communication throws into sharp relief the connections that exist between us.

To put it in slightly different terms, technologists believe that they are creating an interconnected world. What they are in fact doing is creating technologies that allow us to see that our world is already connected. The true connection terminals are not made of metal, plastic and silicon. They are not the routers in our living rooms or the vast server farms found in data centres. The individual nodes that comprise the real World Wide Web are us. The world is already wired. We are The Network. Our own information technology is still very much in-formation, hence the vast majority fail to see that they are the information. This is a majority with eyes and ears habituated to the requirements of the old media environment, and its underlying assumptions about what is and is not ‘possible’ and ‘desirable’.

In Part Two I referred to the New Age as the Neo Age, and ‘Neo’ does of course mean ‘new’. Almost everyone has heard of The New Age and most will be aware that it is, in essence, a spiritual movement. But what kind of ‘spiritual movement’?

If the work of the city is the remaking or translating of man into a more suitable form than his nomadic ancestors achieved, then might not our current translation of our entire lives into the spiritual form of information seem to make of the entire globe, and of the human family, a single consciousness?

Marshall McLuhan

I’m not sure that the transition to the ‘Neo Age’ has anything at all to do with revelation and enlightenment provided by gods and goddesses. It seems to involve ‘mythology’ only inasmuch as mythological accounts appear to be pregnant with latent meaning that points to a very different ‘reality’ altogether. I think the transition to the New Age amounts to being awakened to the artificial nature of the ‘reality’ we inhabit. I say ‘awakened’ because there seems to be much more going on than is being revealed by digital technology alone. If we are, in one form or another, inhabitants of a ‘virtual reality’, then it seems reasonable to assume that something or someone is running the show. Whatever or whoever ‘it’ may be, it certainly seems to be providing additional clues. Consider the following example buried in the description of the ‘Humans’ video posted above.

Gemma Chan, William Hurt and Colin Morgan star in this brand new drama series, set in a parallel present where the latest must-have gadget for a busy family is a Synth – an advanced robotic servant.

Today, thanks to a combination of science fiction and ‘real’ science, most are familiar with the idea of parallel realities and parallel universes. Yet we forget that our ‘reality’ is also a parallel reality.

Parallel computing is a type of computation in which many calculations are carried out simultaneously, operating on the principle that large problems can often be divided into smaller ones, which are then solved at the same time. There are several different forms of parallel computing: bit-level, instruction-level, data, and task parallelism. Parallelism has been employed for many years, mainly in high-performance computing, but interest in it has grown lately due to the physical constraints preventing frequency scaling. As power consumption (and consequently heat generation) by computers has become a concern in recent years, parallel computing has become the dominant paradigm in computer architecture, mainly in the form of multi-core processors.

Which begs the question: are we literally living in a ‘parallel present’? Does our world of ‘shared resources’ and ‘human resources’ mirror our own technological development, or does it mirror a deeper, underlying ‘reality’ that is gradually coming to the surface?

Previously, I’ve written about my experience in Dungeness, and the bizarre links between Dungeness in the UK, Dungeness in Washington State, and a flight simulator (Flight Unlimited 3) I developed software for. Three years ago, I was ‘on the beach’ in Snailbeach, when I photographed a strange aircraft that made no noise whatsoever. As it approached me, I realised it had ‘spikes’ sticking out of its fuselage. I was using a camera with a low resolution electronic viewfinder, so I didn’t appreciate how odd it was until I viewed the image on my laptop. The aircraft was flying straight and level (as indicated by the elevators on the ‘T’ tail), yet the ‘spikes’ I saw appear to be the wings. I observed it for over a minute and it remained in this configuration throughout. Needless to say, if the aircraft were banked hard right then it should have been flying in circles. I posted the image to an aircraft enthusiast group on Flickr, but nobody could identify it, although someone speculated that it might have been a ‘drone’.


Fast-forward to 2015 and I found myself on the beach in Dungeness, where I narrowly avoided being arrested after taking a ‘prohibited’ picture of Dungeness A nuclear power station with my D-SLR. Thankfully, a hidden ground(s)keeper was on hand to save the day…


Fast-forward to 2016. Two weeks ago, I posted the aircraft image and ‘drone’ comment on Merovee, and last week I wrote about Flight Unlimited in another post. Then a friend sent me a link to an article written by an author she knows. The article is entitled The Hive Mind.

As always, real life is overtaking me. There are people out there who seriously want everyone to be part of a hive mind….I can think of nothing more horrific. Every Facebook restaurant meal photo, every Twitter mention of a football match, every cat picture, every inane post on every crazy forum, all the time. No escape….Then, as most humans do already, we will seek out those who are not in the hive mind and make them join us. Humans already do this, and have for many centuries, through religion and now even through atheism. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.



The link in my friend’s Twitter comment relates to a story about Patrick Stewart appearing as a drag queen. Helen Mirren, who played The Queen in the film of the same name, also appears in the article. Other than his appearances in the X-Men film franchise, Stewart is best known for playing Captain Jean-Luc Picard in Star Trek. In the Star Trek universe, his most well-known appearances relate to The Borg. They have a hive mind.


The very idea of a hive mind is clearly anathema to some. Yet no doubt some of those who find the idea distasteful would be quite happy to roll out the Union Flag and wave it in honour of The Queen Bee, who had her 90th birthday yesterday.

royal celebrations

On the other hand, many non-monarchists might be quite happy to weep, wail, and gnash their teeth over the death of a Prince.


As for those who claim not to care for either variety of ‘royalty’ (First Lady? President? Holy Father? celebrity ‘icons’?), perhaps they should at least be willing to question the origin of those little thoughts that continually pop into their heads, literally from out of nowhere.

If we are, in some way, analogous to individual ‘nodes’ in a vast interconnected network, then the emergence of an electronic counterpart – the World Wide Web – makes perfect sense. It is not just the externalization of an individual human brain, but an imperfect mirror of a collective human mind. So, what exactly does it mean to be ‘consumers’ of information if the ‘information’ in question is us? Is the process of ‘devouring’ information produced by ‘someone else’ (who forms part of the same system) akin to something like this?

Are we not eating and drinking our own thoughts?

Are we part of a ‘live feed’? Odd that I should notice the below news stories after I wrote an article titled Feeding Time on my other blog.

NASA Live Feed

Missing Brain

Odder still that the article on my other blog should include the below video. Zombies have quite an appetite for brains…

So strange to think that my friend’s son was bitten at school today…


And the offending ‘zombie’ was put into isolation at school for his Extreme act…


Well, I suppose exposing the brain does qualify as an Extreme haircut…


Lost for words? Me too. I included this video in another recent post.

Talking of the World Wide Web, I posted this video on Merovee yesterday. It seems that the spiderman is having us for dinner…

It’s curiouser and curiouser, because the other day I visited a forum where someone had posted a random picture of a bikini-clad woman. Underneath the image, a troll had written this: “I would suck all the juices out of her body, the stickier and smellier the better.” Whatever your own views on the subject happen to be, I can’t think of a spider that would disagree with that sentiment.

Similarly, over on Merovee, Frank has been having a strange time with a customer who has an obsession with ‘box-sets‘. This particular customer always seems to show up after Frank has received a visit from another customer called Lucy. This time round, Frank’s box-obsessed customer wanted the ‘extra juicy’ edition of Desperate Housewives…


Is it ‘extra juicy’ or ‘extract juices’? Perhaps ‘extra Jew see’? Recently, I read a couple of short stories which seem to echo the Nazi’s extermination of the Jews. The first was a short story by Larry Niven called Bordered in Black. It’s about a faster-than-light spaceship called the Overcee, which visits a planet orbiting the Sirius star system. The planet in question is a farm, and its human-like inhabitants exist as ‘food’ for their creator. They have no tools except bone clubs, no food other than edible plankton, and no water other than the water found in the blood of the weak and dying, who they kill and consume as ‘wet meat’. It’s as if the author wedded the Einsatzgruppen’s activities during World War II to the human extinction theme from The Terminator, even though Niven’s story predates Cameron’s film by a decade.

The population is congregated en masse around the coast of the planet’s main continent. They are ‘on the beach’.

After we’d been walking awhile we saw that some of the skeletons were alive. Dying and drying under that overcast blue sun. I’d thought that sky was pretty once. Now it was – horrible. You could see a shifting blue beam spear down on the sand and sweep across it like a spotlight until it picked out a mummy. Sometimes the mummy would turn over and cover its eyes.

I was particularly struck by the name of the ship: The Overcee or ‘Over see’. The Oversee and The Overlook, the hotel from Stephen King’s The Shining and Kubrick’s film of the same name. Oddly enough, Flight Unlimited recreates The Overlook, situating it on the slopes of Mount Rainier in Washington State. Last year, I hacked the sim’s sound files and discovered a WAV file containing a recording of Danny saying “REDRUM REDRUM” buried amongst the engine and wind sounds and pre-recorded pilot conversations. It gave me quite a fright!

In Part One, I recounted how I once said that the nuclear holocaust has already happened. Meanwhile, over on Merovee, Anonymous stated that the ‘hollow cast’ has already happened. At the time, she was, to use her own words, ‘driving under the influence on the Information Superhighway’. It’s when she does her best work, so I wouldn’t have it any other way. Whatever the case may be, her comments triggered a chain of weird synchronicity, which resulted in my Feeding Time post.

The second was a short story by the ‘hive mind’ author I mentioned above. Entitled ‘The Reality Virus’ (Real IT Virus), this too seemed to be full of hidden meaning. There are references to nurses (no sees, gnosis, Nazis) in crisp white uniforms, who change back and forth between voluptuous sirens and withered hags, like Succubi, or the ‘old hag’ associated with sleep paralysis. There’s a war-ravaged ‘reality’ in which a virus creates an illusory Matrix-like world for the benefit of its inhabitants. An imaginary world of sterile cleanliness, drawn like a veil over the post-Apocalyptic ‘desert of the real’ that lies beneath. Only four or five pages long, it took me a full day to read through it. Every other sentence seemed to trigger a fresh wave of imagery and new associations.

It’s as if the hallucination is overlaid on reality, permanently, and sometimes I can see it.

Hallucination? Or a…

nation (n.) c. 1300, from Old French nacion “birth, rank; descendants, relatives; country, homeland” (12c.) and directly from Latin nationem (nominative natio) “birth, origin; breed, stock, kind, species; race of people, tribe,” literally “that which has been born,” from natus, past participle of nasci “be born” (Old Latin gnasci; see genus). Political sense has gradually predominated, but earliest English examples inclined toward the racial meaning “large group of people with common ancestry.”

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Madness? Insanity? Am I certifiable? I’ve just received a link to the following article (again by the ‘hive mind’ author) via Twitter. Read on and let IT synch in.


All Roads Lead to Romance.

I reckon the story of Hal and Lucy must be one hell of a tale…but let’s not forget…


So what are we then? What is our technology? Is it a distorted mirror image of our own ‘nature’ as a species, or even as a planet? If so, what might happen if our technological development continues along the path outlined in the below video? Will IT prove to be a ‘jealous God’? Will IT permit the ‘worship’ of an image of ITself?

Or will IT finally lift the veil for us? What will we see? Infinity itself? Or just The Joker blowing us one of these for all eternity?

Inserting the SD ‘memory card’ into the Pi…

Sicherheitsdienst (English: Security Service), full title Sicherheitsdienst des Reichsführers-SS (English: Security Service of the Reichsführer-SS), or SD, was the intelligence agency of the SS and the Nazi Party in Nazi Germany.

Anyone fancy some pie…? 😉