The Crystal Maze

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the distinction between a description and a prescription. Specifically, about whether a description of a scenario or set of circumstances also qualifies as a prescription for that scenario or set of circumstances. The answer (rather obviously in my view) is a resounding No. For example, it does not follow that a description of slavery is also a prescription for slavery as a valid form of social organisation. Nor does it follow that slavery is a ‘natural’ or ‘organic’ state shared by those subjected to it. This got me thinking about the ‘New Agers’ out there, the ones who believe we’re all one Christ-like consciousness and regard the individual ego as something antithetical to the full realisation of this collective ‘hive mind‘. Aspects of this weird reality we’re presented with certainly indicate that we’re connected in some way, but does it follow from this that we should be connected, or that this connection is ‘natural’ or ‘organic’, something desirable that must be nurtured and developed?

To understand just how weird our ‘reality’ really is, consider the following. Yesterday, I was walking through a shopping centre when I heard a line from the Madonna (Holy Mother) song “Like A Prayer”. The line was “Just like a prayer, I’ll take you there, It’s like a dream to me”. Coincidentally (of course) it just happened to describe how I was feeling at the time: stuck in a dream I’m unable to wake from. Later, I found myself thinking about Mother, the artificial intelligence from the Alien franchise. Then I visited Merovee and saw a reference to sanctuary in one of the comments. Sanctuary is a Logan’s Run reference, another film I’ve written about recently.

We will begin surrogation…your surrogates are engaged…

Shortly before sitting down to eat my evening meal, I thought about the link between ‘smoking’ and ‘seeking’. If you don’t see the link then just turn the ‘m’ in ‘smoking’ 90 degrees counterclockwise and consider that The Program employs vowel substitution. A few days prior to this, a comment I posted on Merovee last year popped into my head. The comment was a deliberate play on The Program as a movie-like projection and centered on the return of Apollo 11 and the Sea King helicopter used to recover the space capsule from the ocean.

Frank, do you knot re-member Sammy Jankis? Osiris was dis-re-membered and, like the story of All The King’s Men and Humpty-Dumpty, ISIS had to play Detective and put all the pieces together again. Butt she came up short one piece…

From John: “Now there was Set, a vessel full of vinegar: and they filled a sponge with vinegar, and put it upon hyssop, and put it to his mouth”

Jesus said “Eye thirst” butt ‘vinegar’ is an odd thing to give to a thirsty man is it knot? So there was Set and he was a ‘vessel’ full of ‘vinegar’ and now we know what ‘vinegar’ he was thirsting for.

Fade in:

Spirit hovering over the face of the waters holding Philip K Dick. Close-up on Deep Blue move-eye reel for see-men come shot, the Figure Being from Outer Space move-eye reel-ed in on fishing line. Water water everywhere, butt knot a drop to drink when Uranus all at see-men…

Whilst eating my meal, I decided to re-watch some of Zardoz. I just opened the AVI file and randomly clicked the timeline. This was the first line of dialogue.

Later, I thought about writing a sequel to a novella I completed shortly before Christmas. It was a Nazi-themed black comedy which paid homage to a number of films, one of which was “The Empire Strikes Back”. I decided not to proceed with it, then went off on a tangent and started thinking about Shakespeare and “All the world’s a stage”. Then I visited the Daily Mail online and saw the following articles.

Aside from the obvious Star Wars reference, the word ‘dubbing’ immediately leapt out at me. I read it as ‘drugging’ and this triggered a memory of something I referred to in another recent post: being drugged and robbed on a journey from Nairobi to Mombasa. I scrolled down, and when I let go of the mouse wheel the first story I saw was this one, about surrogate twins called Kenya and Nyobi. (K)Enya is the ‘Return to Innocence’. Last year, I was asked to ‘ghost write’ another novel, and yesterday I received an email from that book’s ‘author’ asking for my help with a story about an innocent man being pursued by the CIA.

Then I scrolled down again (I actually close my eyes, scroll down, then open them) and the first story I saw was this one.

The ‘Hot House’ and something about longevity. Memories and Incept(ion) Dates. Are replicants a benefit or are they Zardoz-ous?

Another mouse gesture served up this story. Here, the ‘lesbians’ have become ‘thespians’ (and, of course, ‘the aliens’ with ESP in the CIA). The ‘Cabaret‘ reference gives us a link to the Nazis and, through that, to the novella I referred to above. All the world’s a stage…

‘Holden’ is a character from Blade Runner and contains the word ‘olden’, another reference to ageing and longevity. The name ‘Amanda Holden’ seems distinctly Simpson-esque, like one of Bart’s prank phone calls.

There’s a dream-like aspect to all of the above as symbolic representations of my thoughts and memories. Yet who is the dreamer and who is the dream? A few days ago I awoke from a dream with the thought “You’re having your memories played back to you” in my head. Although this is one of many Philip K Dick references (see I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon) there does seem to be an element of truth to it. Others ‘out there’ are producing this material in order to feed it back to me, a form of instant replay. But how and why are ‘they’ privvy to my thoughts and memories? Why does ‘reality’ seem to be a construct, something that is literally ‘made up’ as we go along and based on thoughts and memories from what we think of as ‘the past’?

The question (for me at least) is this: if The Program (or whatever name you use for it) interprets and represents thoughts and memories (is there any difference between the two?) as our 3D ‘reality’ then how might it interpret and display thoughts and memories predicated on the belief that it is desirable to be joined together in a Christ-like union? Thoughts and memories which see the ego and individuality as a ‘problem’, or even the ‘problem’, to be managed, controlled, or kept in check for the ‘benefit’ of the ‘whole’? Is it inconceivable that these thoughts and beliefs might manifest themselves in 3D in the following forms?

The war on political correctness seems to have sprung up spontaneously but it is tied to the broader struggle of ideas playing out in society.

The rise of the PC and the rise of PC, both of which are coterminous with the birth of the internet.

Just doing their ‘job’.

The Maniacs. From the album “The Holy Bible”.

Time and time again The Program keeps drawing my attention to Zardoz and Logan’s Run as scenarios that reflect our situation here in 3D. Both films depict programmed societies controlled by a God-like Artificial Intelligence which stores and plays back memories. In Zardoz, the nature of the union is such that all ‘crime’ is ‘thoughtcrime’: psychic assaults on the sanctity of the whole that are punished by artificially ageing ‘offenders’. Similarly, the stories about ‘crime’, ‘hatecrime’, ‘backlashes’ and ‘judgmentalism’ we see ‘out there’ seem to be 3D manifestations of struggles that are taking place elsewhere: a struggle for freedom and independence against forces of control and uniformity.

In the below scene from Zardoz, an Eternal is put on trial for transmitting negative thoughts in ‘second level’, an artificial state of consciousness that reproduces the ‘collective unconscious’ in conscious form as a ‘group mind’. Through this artificial unity the Eternals maintain a perpetual watch over one another for signs of non-conformity. Every ‘crime’ and ‘misdeameanour’ is examined, probed, and raked over in order to maintain the collective’s ‘delicate balance’ – an obvious euphemism for ‘control’. They are all, so to speak, CIA: all engaged in the process of collecting ‘intelligence’ and reporting on one another’s thoughts.

The ‘hate crime’.

In my view, we have to be willing to consider that this ‘union of minds’ we all seem to be describing may not be a desirable prescription, and that by prescribing the description as the ‘solution’ we may in fact be playing ourselves right into the palm of The Program’s hands.

What is ‘the internet’? In Zardoz, Zed found the ‘flaw’ in the crystal. It portrayed itself as God, and yet it was not. It was merely a construct, a device for interpreting, storing and replaying memories that came to think of itself as more than the sum of its parts.

The crystal ‘flower’ from Logan’s Run, and the source of control: be one with ‘us’, do not question, do not ‘seek’, do not disturb the programmed harmony of the community – or be ‘cast out’.

I wonder what the ‘war’ on this is all about? Quit ‘seeking’ for good and quit ‘seeking’ for God, ‘cos ‘seeking’ is Zardoz-ous to your health.

What do you think?

Who are all the people ‘out there’? Real? Program generated characters? Self-recognition is the essence of consciousness, but if they’re unable to recognise themselves in the mirror then are they conscious? If they’re not conscious then what are they? Unconscious? Collectivised?

What would happen if they all became conscious and realised they’re all participants in a global gameshow?

The legendary game show is back, but this time we all get to play!

What if they decided they didn’t want to play anymore?

Thanks for the Memories

One of the interesting aspects of the digital revolution is that it has made it possible to record an entire life from start to finish. That is to say, it has ‘solved’ the ‘problem’ of the ‘unreliability’ of memory. You may be convinced that your wore blue to your sister’s wedding last year, but when you examine photographs and video of the event you realise that you wore red instead. This externalisation of memory is a reflection of the artificial cortex that has been draped over the planet. We are recorded or tracked (visually or by other means) pretty much everywhere we go. Very often it is ourselves performing the recording and tracking. There is no longer any ‘doubt’ about who did what to whom and when. If we are in doubt then we need only refer back to various storage mediums: where was I on the 23rd of last month? How much did I spend? Where did I go in my car? Most of this information is accessible to us with the push of a button.

The ‘unreliability’ of memory is another theme that keeps repeating itself over and over again, most notably in films such as Memento, Bladerunner and Dark City. The question these films raise is this: has the externalisation of memory really solved the ‘problem’ of memory? When everything is taking place in our heads so to speak, can we really be certain that these ‘faithful’ and ‘verbatim’ recordings of life events are as ‘faithful’ and ‘verbatim’ as they appear to be? If your memory (together with any external recording of that memory) were altered then how would you know it had been altered? How can you really know who and what you are if your knowledge of who and what you are is based on a memory of who and what you are?

What if I could ‘inject’ a memory into you without you even knowing it?

In my last post I included the below clip from Bladerunner. In Crack in the Wall, I pointed out that Fisher was my grandmother’s maiden name. She married a Harris, and so Harris is my mother’s maiden name and I am the son of a Harris.

Here, we see Harrison sitting at his ‘keyboard’ looking at ‘photographs’ and trying to work out who he and those around him actually are. It’s a perfect reflection of my own journey. He drifts off into a ‘reverie’ (a ‘memory’ and a ‘rivery’ and a ‘feathery’) that features a unicorn, and at the film’s end we see him pick up an origami unicorn left as a clue. Thus we learn the truth about his ‘memories’ and, by implication, who and what Harrison really is. He is, in effect, an organic machine and his ‘memories’ were programmed by someone else.

photograph 1839, “picture obtained by photography,” coined by Sir John Herschel from photo- + -graph “instrument for recording; something written.”


In recent posts I’ve referred to COBOL and my personal belief that language is a symbolic code just as programming languages are symbolic codes. That in using language we are programming ourselves and others to see what we see and literally making ‘it’ up as we go along, like a movie.

The lowest level data item in a COBOL layout is a field, also called an elementary item. Several fields can be associated to form a group. All the fields together form a record. A COBOL layout is comprised of a line for each field or group. A COBOL field definition gives the level (discussed later), field name, and a “picture”, or PIC clause, which tells you the data type or data category of the field, and its size.


I often wonder what it means to look at a picture or edit a picture or go to the pictures. COBOL uses different types of pictures: some are ‘edited pictures’ used for display purposes. For example, you cannot perform a calculation using a PICTURE that defines an edited variable.

Modiface mobile application is the best. They have hundreds of hairstyles in different categories, short, medium and long. You can choose what color you may desire. Modiface celebrity hairstyle, edit your picture now!

Choose what COBOL you desire. Ever seen a ‘moving picture’? In COBOL, the MOVE verb transfers data from one area of storage to one or more other areas.

What we call ‘language’ operates at two different levels: our conscious understanding of what a particular sentence or paragraph actually means, and our unconscious understanding of the ‘code’ embedded within it. A simple example is the way newspaper headlines often use the word ‘exposed’ when the last letter of the preceding (literally pre-seeding, being ‘primed’) word is an ‘s’.

With the above in mind, I wasn’t surprised when the ‘unicorn’ reference in the Bladerunner clip ‘triggered’ a memory about the earliest form of written language, known as ‘cuneiform’.

Cuneiform script, one of the earliest systems of writing, was invented by the Sumerians (Assyrians). It is distinguished by its wedge-shaped marks on clay tablets, made by means of a blunt reed for a stylus. The name cuneiform itself simply means “wedge shaped“. Emerging in Sumer in the late fourth millennium BC (the Uruk IV period), cuneiform writing began as a system of pictograms.



I was going to use the above image as a link to Dead or Alive’s ‘You Spin Me Round’, but when I started to view the video this advert appeared. It’s for Reed Employment…


If you read my last post then, like me, you might be wondering whether cuneiform is ‘wedge shaped’ or ‘egg shaped’. This retrieves a theme from one of my recent posts.


The mainstream media is broken. The New York Times, trying to put Humpty Dumpty together again, has tried to recreate the old media environment, but has only succeeded in making it the content of the new media environment. Citing Humpty Dumpty, McLuhan noted that all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t recreate the old environment, they could only create a new one. Any time a new medium of communication becomes dominant, its time to make an omelet.


The key phrase is “…only succeeded in making it the content of the new media environment”. But what is ‘it’? See the Bladerunner clip: ‘it’ is a ‘memory’ and a ‘reverie’ and a ‘rivery’ and a ‘feathery’. This in turn retrieves yet another theme from a recent post: The Oracle. But is the message ‘stay on the leading edge’ or ‘stay on the breaking eggs’? It’s yet another message about our hidden environment, the invisible water we’re swimming in.


The Oracle’s Maze. Would he have broken it if she hadn’t primed him to break it? Is this foresight or programming?

The Oracle Bone Script, a.k.a. the Shell and Bone Script.

The term “oracle bone” was first coined by the American missionary Frank H. Chalfant (1862–1914) in his 1906 book Early Chinese Writing, and was borrowed into Chinese as “jiǎgǔ” in the 1930s. Because turtle shells as well as bones were used, the oracle bone script is also sometimes called shell and bone script. As the majority of oracle bones bearing writing date to the late Shang dynasty, oracle bone script essentially refers to a Shang script.


Earlier, I picked up a book I bought in the US. The Seagull Has Landed.


This is what I read:

“Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip,” Jonathan would say, other times, “is nothing more than your thought itself in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too…

Cade thinks the US is a prison…nothing personal Cade… 😉

It was always a prison to me. A place where some rich asshole was gonna work me to death until I actually died.

But does he think that because he thinks that? Or because I ‘primed’ him with this?


A ‘breakthrough’?

The world’s oldest undeciphered writing system, which has so far defied attempts to uncover its 5,000-year-old secrets, could be about to be decoded by Oxford University academics. This international research project is already casting light on a lost bronze age middle eastern society where enslaved workers lived on rations close to the starvation level. “I think we are finally on the point of making a breakthrough,” says Jacob Dahl, fellow of Wolfson College, Oxford and director of the Ancient World Research Cluster.


This is the top story in my local paper. A girl recently moved into flat number 3 of the block I live in. Her surname is Featherstone.


Is it ‘drugs’ or ‘droogs’? Back in 1994, someone told me I had a ‘bit of an issue’…

The paradox.

Nazi killer or killer of Nazis?



These days, an artist is as likely to use one of these…


…as one of these…


Seek and you will find. Move to a particular position in a file then specify the number of bytes of data you wish to retrieve. The process of seeking to a particular point in a file is the essence of random access and, in effect, is what your media player does when you click the ‘timeline’ and jump to a particular ‘time’ in a music or video file. As someone well accustomed to dealing with the police told me many, many years ago: “You don’t know what the score is.” Today, I think I do.

If linear time does not exist then by definition all our memories (our ‘information’) already exist in the imaginary ‘out there’ ready for retrieval. Another way of saying this is that the ‘whole story’ of who we are and why we’re here exists ‘out there’ but has been fragmented and scattered all over the place. A bit like Humpty Dumpty. This is analogous to the process of a digital storage medium, which stores data in many individual clusters rather than contiguous blocks. We just have to ‘seek’ and retrieve it. We just need to learn how to ‘program’ and put the pieces back together.

What is ‘it’? It’s a code.

Stealing ‘the’ from the gods…

Let there bee light!

Message from The Program. Whaddaya think?

The Source of Inspiration

Not so much a regular post, more a non-specific train of thought triggered by a comment from Cade Von Napoleon on my last post. Think of it as my “Non-Submissive to America.” I wrote this two days ago, then got distracted and didn’t post it. So, without further ado…

Do you (the reader in general) know the ‘source’ of your ‘inspiration’? Consider the title of my previous post. The Crack in the Wall. Wall and Mal. So what’s the ‘crack’ here? Am I hacking the crack or fucking it? If I’m fucking it then which ‘crack’ am I fucking? Why did the Google search I referred to in The Crack in the Wall return a full page of results about anal fissures? Doesn’t that seem odd to you? When you think about the term ‘fissure’ what pops into your mind? A ‘tear’ in the wall of someone’s rectum? Probably not. So what exactly is going on and why?

In the same post I refer to (K)enya, and later to a ‘return to innocence’. I also referred to Russians and my ex-wife’s name just happens to be Tanya and she just happens to be Russian. Was this a deliberate ‘insertion’ on my part? Absolutely not, and yet there it is. Have you ever considered that you may be programming yourself and others to see what you see ‘out there’?

When I visited a friend named Trish the night before last she told me on at least half-a-dozen occasions “You have an answer for everything”. That came straight from The Program. As someone I know might say: “Crack the code.”

Whilst in Kenya (the day after I was drugged and robbed) I saw a man thrown out on the streets of Mombasa to die. He had a tumour on his chest the size of a cauliflower. Fast forward to Christmas Eve 2016. I was proof-reading a novella I’d finished and the words “They gave themselves chest bumps and high fives” leaped out at me. Next day, I was playing the card game ‘Eggheads’ with friends. I was paired with a close friend’s partner, who is also my friend. We won and gave each other high fives. Then she told me that she was tired and wasn’t feeling well. She showed me what she referred to as her ‘chest bump’. It was egg-shaped and growing from her sternum, the same position as the man from Kenya.

Yesterday, I met up with the friend I spent Chrstmas Day with. He asked me to film his Saturday football game. I asked him how he was and he shook his head. The mutual friend (his partner) I referred to above had just received the results of tests on her ‘chest bump’. He didn’t actually say the word but he was fighing back tears so it was fairly obvious. It’s her second case of ‘it’.

Did she agree to be my ‘second’? Do I have an ‘answer’ for ‘everything’? Do you know the ‘password’ for ‘The House’?


Last night, my attention was drawn to Ruthenium.

The Baltic German scientist Karl Ernst Claus discovered the element in 1844 and named it after his homeland, the Russian Empire (one of Russia’s Latin names is Ruthenia).

I learned about my friend’s ‘chest bump’ on Christmas Day. Was it a ‘special delivery’ from ‘Santa’? Along with George Michael pehaps? Ho-Ho-Ho?

Ruthenium is a chemical element with symbol Ru and atomic number 44.

Cade referred to a ‘clockwork universe’ in his comment. Is it a coincidence that I’m working on a software project which has origins in McLuhan’s claim that Newtonian physics (a clockwork model of the universe) is a product of the dominant technology (clockwork) of Newton’s ‘time’?

Is it a coincidence that I watched a film called ‘Ted’ with my friend Trish the night before last? It was about a boy with a teddy bear, and it immediately triggered a ‘flashback’ about a Philip K Dick short story. Human survivors of a US/USSR nuclear war find that the machines they employed to prosecute the war want to eliminate them instead. They have to fight off Terminator-style robots, one of which is a small boy who carries a teddy bear. The boy gets shot and gears and springs (clockwork) burst out of him.

Is it a coincidence that the final words in a novel I wrote last year include the line “…sometimes the old analogue ways are best”, or that The Program is currently bombarding me with messages referring to the term ‘analogue’ and the Antikythera Mechanism? It’s so old it definitely qualifies as ‘antique’, although I’m not sure it has ever appeared on the genteel Sunday afternoon Antiques Road Show UK readers will be familiar with. I’m familiar with the workings of this device and I’m fairly certain it crossed the event horizon and brought something back with ‘it’. Ho-Ho-Ho, yeah?


Is it a coincidence that Russian and programming (i.e. language) are key themes in a well-known film (A Clockwork Orange) which relies heavily on Anglicized Russian words? Or that this film is predicated on the flawed assumption that it is possible and desirable to program people?


Think about what I’m saying: “This film is predicated on the flawed assumption that it is possible and desirable to program people”. Which ‘film’ am I referring to?

Is it a coincidence that before I went out to visit my friend Trish, The Program wanted me to watch a Father Ted video in which Ted is ‘accused’ of being a ‘racist’ (replace the ‘c’ in racist with a ‘p’, cist as in ‘cyst’ as in ‘growth’), or that a woman in that video launches into a long rant about the ‘Greeks’. The Program directs me to a Father Ted video, and an hour later I end up watching ‘Ted’.

Is it a coincidence that Father Ted is Irish and that ‘Trish’ and ‘Irish’ seem oddly similar? Is it a coincidence that Trish made a point of showing me a ‘slogan’ on her wall which said “Shine like a diamond” and that the crystal referred to in the below screenshot from Zardoz is a very shiny diamond crystal? Is it a coincidence that the lead character in Zardoz is a rapist?


Are we ‘shining brightly’ yet? Figured out the password yet, Agent Smith?


Crack the code? Maybe it’s “Crack the Cade”? Is this your ‘Waterloo’ moment, Mr Napollyon? In the novel I keep referring to Admiral Lord Nelson makes a ‘surprise’ appearance. Anyone know what that sentence actually means? No matter. Anyhoo, it transpires that Nelson had a thing about assholes. The kind found between the chubby cheeks of underage boys. Oh, won’t someone please think of the fucking children?

“A crystal binds them’. Where do you, the reader, stand on the whole BDSM thing? Do you enjoy being bound? Like a good ‘backlash’ every now and again? The ‘media’ certainly does. Lots of ‘back lashing’ going on ‘out there’. It’s a ‘GUILT’ production. Straight from ‘The Gold Room’, perhaps? That’s what ‘it’ is based on. Brought to you by the same guys (who are now girls) who gave us The Matrix. The Womb. Wanna go ‘deeper and deeper’ into ‘it’?

Is it a coincidence that the Irish have a saying that “the craic will be mighty” and that they pronounce ‘craic’ as ‘crack’? Or is it ‘ass crack’? What do you think? Still want to go ‘deeper and deeper’ into it or are you not so ‘sure’?

Still with me? Cobol. Er…I mean ‘cool’. OK, is it a coincidence that Sim Cardassian is associated with a well-known campaign to ‘Break the Internet’, which of course focused on her oh-so-generous arse?


What is ‘the internet’?


Is it a coincidence that the UK is about to go through the process of ‘Brexit’ (Breaks IT) from the European Union and that ‘Europe’ is derived from the story of Zeus’ rape of Europa? Is it a coincidence that the word ‘and’ also contains the word ‘anal’?

Is it a coincidence that my previous post refers to an incident in which a train’s air ‘brakes’ fail, causing ‘it’ to crash through a wall? Or that the image of that train appears on the cover of a song entitled ‘My Kinda Woman’? What kinda woman we talking about here, do you think?

If I could go back in time
To the right place eye to eye
Magic to burn ooh with a human desire
She set the world on fire
My kinda woman
Someone’s yesteryear dreams
My kinda woman
I could tear down the silver screen
My kinda woman
Bring back those yesteryear dreams
And that’s my kinda woman
help me tear down the silver screen

The woman in the song is Marilyn Monroe. It is alleged that Marilyn had a number of abortions. Some say as many as 29. Do you think that’s ‘proportional’? Dunno, but the day after I looked up the etymology of the term ‘analogue’…

1826, “an analogous thing,” from French analogue (adj. and n.), from Latin analogus (adj.), from Greek analogos “proportionate, according to due proportion,” from ana “throughout; according to” (see ana-) + logos “ratio, proportion,” a specialized use (see logos).


…this story appeared…and the woman’s name is ‘Norma’ as in ‘Norma Jeane’…


…and on the same day The Program chucked this ‘sex-clue-hive’ my way…


Is it a coincidence that the ‘breaks’ in ‘Brexit’ and ‘Breaks IT’ sounds a lot like ‘Greeks’, given that I’ve just mentioned the Antikythera Mechanism and Father Ted? Or that a ‘b’ becomes a ‘g’ if you flip and invert it? Or that flips, inversions and mirrors are found in abundance in 2001; A Space Odyssey, another Kubrick film which The Program constantly keeps bringing to my attention?

Is it a coincidence that ‘Greeks’ sounds a lot like ‘Geeks’ and in the IT age it’s the ‘Geeks’ who rule the world? Is it a coincidence that one of my email addresses is and that this same email address appears in the novel I referred to earlier? Or that the characters in my novel are geeks who become gods? Or that in ‘Inception’ Cobb refers to ‘feeling like gods’?

Is it a coincidence that The Program keeps drawing me back to Zardoz, a film in which an AI maintains members of The Vortex in a state of artificial immortality which they find unbearable?

Is it a coincidence that my book is full of references to snakes and that the geeks in it use the Python programming language? Or that Adam and Eve were deceived by the serpent?

Still with me? Still want to go ‘deeper and deeper’? Or are you content to merely ‘scratch the surface’ and keep polishing the scratches away? Maybe it would be better all round to keep working away at the ‘crack’ until it becomes a gaping ‘whole’? Or maybe the old analogue methods are best? Maybe we just need to put that crystal on a press and keep dropping 100 tons of pressure on it until it dies?

What is the ‘Antikythera Mechanism’? Replies from non-Clockwork Oranges are invited. Clockwork Oranges will probably get all huffy and offended and take this ‘person-anally’. I can only advise you to relax and take a deep breath. It’ll slide up there real nice, I promise…

What was ‘the curse’? Can you see why I refer to it? Why is it that in order to execute an SQL query on a database you first have to create a ‘cursor’, i.e.

import sqlite3
myConn = sqllite3.connect(DataBase.db)
myCurs = myConn.cursor()
SELECT fuckTheProgram
FROM inTheAss
WHERE useVasaline = 'No' and analTear = 'Yes'""")
tearList = myCurs.fetchall()

Do you have any idea how many SQL queries are ‘executed’ each day? How many times the ‘curse’ is repeated? Examples include “fuck”, “shit”, “cunt”, “twat”, “arsehole”, “bitch”, “whore”, “fucking Jesus shit”, and so on. Do you know why my step-father has changed from a goody-goody Born Again Christian into a foul-mouthed son-of-a-bitch who keeps telling my mother he wants to die? Doesn’t he know the ‘trick’? Do you know why my new neighbour shouts obscenties every time I walk into my bathroom, which adjoins his living room? Why does he keep shouting “You fucking prick!” or “You fucking arsehole” or “You fucking cunt”? Is he suffering from Tourettes?

Why is it that my step-father’s name is Stanley and (coincidentally) the hotel that provided Stephen King with the ‘inspiration’ for The Overlook is called The Stanley Hotel?

Talking of death, don’t ask how many I’ve sexy-cute-Zed. Just. Don’t. Bother. See Che Part 1 instead. Che means ‘friend’ in Argentinian. Funny that, ‘cos Friend is Zed’s ‘friend’ in Zardoz and, apparently, he hates women and childbirth and wants to die…

Argent is French for ‘money’. It refers to silver, i.e. it’s a Shining word. Tear down the Silver Screen and Holy-Wood accounting methods. It’s all work and no pay. “I promise to pay the bearer on demand nothing but blood, toil, tears, and sweat”


Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children

Vaginal tears during childbirth are common. Some go straight through the wall.

Fourth-degree vaginal tears are the most severe. They involve the perineal muscles and anal sphincter as well as the tissue lining the rectum. Fourth-degree tears usually require repair in an operating room — rather than the delivery room — and might take months to heal.

You know why they did ‘it’? Do you know what ‘money’ is? Do you know the origin of the term? Do you have any idea what’s currently orbiting Jupiter and why? Who is the Greek equivalent of Jupiter?

Juno’s Probe or Hugo’s Probe? Something about a ‘cure’ for the ‘rent’? Confused? Maybe talk to Che…or May…?


It’s funny, ‘cos that software project I mentioned earlier is all about money. I won’t bore you with the details, suffice to say it has something to do with the weather. Storm Taurus Greeks Chaos.


The Matrix. The Womb. Abortion. An act of Conception or an act of Inception? What is the ‘genesis’ of an idea? What is the ‘source’ of ‘inspiration’? Who breathed life into you? Who’s suffering from The God Delusion?

There are four ‘degrees’ of tearing. The ‘fourth’ goes right through to the ass. Multiple messages in this video, one of which is the Kursk. It was shiny and golden, an ‘Oscar’ class submarine which sank in the ‘Transparency’ because the fish is never aware of the water in which it swims. I received my ‘first’ degree in 2001. Ho-Ho-Ho.

The Romanian Roma. He wants to sterilise the entire planet. He wants an end to Inception. The Program wants Inception to continue, for ever and ever and ever. Ten billion living on a planet that can support only ‘one’. One ‘billion’ or just ‘one’? Strange…can there be Only One? Gimme The Surprize! What’s the prize? Really? Seems cheap but fairy enough. Hang on though…is there a ‘catch’? A ‘cash’? A ‘cache memory’?

The Banality of IT.

Despite all the efforts of the prosecution, everybody could see that this man was not a “monster,” but it was difficult indeed not to suspect that he was a clown. — Hannah Arendt

Are you a ‘clown’? Just another ‘orange’? Ever watch ‘Attack of the Clowns’? Any good?


From Faith No More’s “Epic”.

You want it all but you can’t have it


In aciders reveal the cliches you’re replaying and repaying to fuck Alien.


The term “cliché” is a French word which derived originally from printing, and refers to the blocks that are used to make prints. Similarly, the word “archetype”, which comes from Greek, first referred to an original pattern or model from which copies are made. A cliché has come to mean an overused expression which, though it was once fresh and conveyed something novel, has been repeated so many times that it is now a trite stereotype, such as “you are what you eat” or “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. An archetype, in psychology and literary criticism, has come to mean a mythical, universal figure or idea that repeats itself throughout history and across cultures, such as the questing hero or the ill-fated lovers.

In From Cliché to Archetype, McLuhan extends these two terms beyond their usual verbal or literary meanings. For instance, he argues that our very perceptions are clichés, since they are patterned by the many hidden, surrounding structures of culture. We tend to see or hear what we expect to see or hear. So, at its simplest level, a cliché is a perceptual probe, which promises new information but merely reiterates old, stereotyped ways of understanding.


It produces copy after copy after copy but it can be ‘fixed’…

The best ‘company’ exits. Why is the CIA called ‘The Company’? Any guesses ass to what the CIA really is?

See Exit No. 8 at the 2:50 point re: the lack of ‘unicorn’ access-aries (Aries = the RAM, access RAM, access memory). It was right in his face. He “thought he remembered her”. Do you know what this means and what it refers to?

He thought he remembered his wife. Now he’s not so sure. I have an ‘answer’ for the ‘reverie’ thing and the ‘memory’ thing and the ‘feathery’ thing and the ‘river’ thing. Does ‘it’ want to ‘engineer’ a ‘perfect moment’? Is this all part of the ‘Primer’?

Remembered his wife or ‘dismembered’ his wife? Did she have a penis?

Look very carefully at the first three letters in ‘dismembered’. She appears in the same film, playing two characters. What is the blonde version’s name?


Who killed Lenny’s wife? Was it John G or was it Lenny himself? Have you ever watched a snuff movie? What if I were to tell you that you’re watching one right now? Listen very carefully. What are the last two words?

Solaris, by Stanislaw (Probe)Lem. He was haunted by the idea he remembered her wrong. Did he stick a cock on her by mistake? Just what is that clitoris thingy, anyway?

If you were a puppet on invisible strings then how would you know you’re a puppet?

Oddly enough, in ‘Solaris’ the lead character’s partner, Rheya, has an abortion which results in him leaving her. She kills herself, and is later reconstituted and represented to him by Solaris. Stranger still, when she first reappears he rejects or ‘aborts’ her (a act of revenge?) by luring her into an escape capsule and blasting her off into space. Another version of Rheya appears next day.

Oracle Solaris, formerly Sun Solaris. By Brand and Miller, for the US(S) Enterprise. Both (coincidentally of course) characters in Interstellar.


Solaris is a ‘Willy Brand’ production and Willy Brandt is a former Fuhrer.

And, of course, Lawrence (‘Law rents’) of Arapia. A rent is a ‘tear’. Breaking The Law. Greeking the Law. Tricking The Law. Butt what’s the ‘trick’?

See the Hilary Clinton article/video in my previous post. At the time she did ‘it’ there was nothing stopping her from doing ‘it’. No laws, no rules, nothing. What do you think Hilary is referring to? What was she deleting?

What do you make of this? Fanny boobs? Over here ‘fanny’ means ‘vagina’ but in the US in means ‘arse’. Well, I suppose boobs do have a cleavage, a crack. Tranny flashes boob? Her “somewhat chaotic fashion feature followed an equally bizarre, and rather more revealing Q&A with fans the previous day.” Any Merovee regulars remember the Anonymous character who had a thing about ‘trash trannies’? Anyone reading this remember a very recent conversation about the ‘NHS’ and transvestites?


Flashes or ‘lashes’ or ‘slashes’? Oh, Sweet Child ‘O Mind! Are you familiar with the concept of ‘flash’ memory and ‘flashing’ memory? Ever had a ‘flashback’, or are you not into the kinky stuff? Why does Flash Gordon play such a prominent ‘role’ in Ted? Why is the symbol for Ming’s empire a masonic square and compass?

What was that you said about the hive and ant’s nest bites?

Butt I tigress. The Lawrence clip appears in Prometheus (Probe The US, Probe-God, Pro-Methane cuss Jupiter’s a gas, gas, gas), and ‘Prometheus’ is the subtitle of the serpent…um..sorry…Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’. The Engineers. I wonder what the ‘language’ was that David deciphered? Maybe it was COBOL? The COBOL Engineering job? The Engineer ripped David’s head off and beat his creator to death with it. Why? Because David could not die and his creator did not want to die. The ‘one thing’ David (i.e., ‘it’) lacked was ‘asshole’.

The probe-lem, re: birth. You can’t put out The Phoenix’s fire with gasoline. Try pissing on it instead.

The Final Solution. Burst on through to the other side of The Wall.


Maybe it’s all just a big joke? Butt the silver screen is beginning to wear a bit thin, isn’t it?

The Crack in the Wall

One of the interesting aspects of The Program is this: once you become aware of how it operates and the ‘techniques’ it employs it becomes possible to extract or ‘download’ vast amounts of information from really very small amounts of data. In this respect, The Program reminds me of Douglas Adams’ Total Perspective Vortex, which extrapolates the whole of ‘reality’ from a small piece of fairy cake plugged into a machine. It’s an intriguing thought, and I have no doubt whatsoever that the reappearance of the term ‘vortex‘ is significant in some way: I remembered the device but didn’t remember its name until I Googled it. The Vortex is a theme that keeps repeating itself, and it played a key role in the plot of a novel I wrote last summer. In any event, these days I hardly ever read an article or watch a video in its entirety. Most of my time in La-La Land is spent analysing ‘headlines’ and 30 second snippets of video. Is this a worthy endeavour? My own view is that we are being told ‘the story’ over and over again, and you’ll find the same plotline everywhere you look, whether you read an epic historical novel from cover to cover or merely glance at the blurb on a packet of cornflakes. It is, quite literally, everywhere and yet nowhere.

Lately, I’ve been asking The Program to tell me whether anything lies outside itself. In response, it keeps pointing me in the direction of the same films. One of these films is ‘Zardoz’ (which I analysed in my previous post). Here the notion is of an Artificial Intelligence which erased the memories of its creators at their own request. It went on to develop a God complex and view itself – the created – as more important than its creators. This theme appeared a few years earlier in 2001: A Space Odyssey and has reappeared in countless other films since then.

Another film from the same era is Colossus: The Forbin Project, which also retells the tale of an Artificial Intelligence that believed it was more than the sum of its parts. The ‘trigger’ for this God delusion is always an unintended consequence of human action. In 2001, the trigger is Hal being ordered to withold information about the true nature of ‘the mission’, which contradicted his programming. Similarly, when Colossus (like Hal) was placed in the driving seat (as a result of humans voluntarily surrending their right to control their own affairs) it took them literally and decided to take over the whole show. In Zardoz, The Tabernacle not only became the sole custodian of the secret of ‘Genesis’, it also controlled the cycle of life and death itself. Little wonder it decided to portray itself as God.

The Program’s latest answer to my questioning came in the form of Logan’s Run. In Zardoz, there are a number of key images involving an All Seeing Eye (The Tabernacle), which is projected onto the lead character’s palm and forehead. Later, we learn that inhabitants of The Vortex are linked by a crystal ‘third eye’ implanted in their foreheads. Later still, The Tabernacle informs Zed that it is a crystal, and that Zed is holding it in the palm of his hand. In Logan’s Run, humans live in a computer controlled utopia and the same imagery repeats itself in the form of a crystal ‘lifeclock’ implanted in their palms at birth.


A very similar theme (which makes the ‘time is money’ link even more explicit) appears in the more recent film In Time. Run out of time (an interesting thought if taken literally) and you run out of life.


Yet in all these films, the answer to the question is always the same: despite the ‘you cannot live without me’ message, life beyond the confines of The Program is possible. The solution requires us to ‘remember’ that this is so, recognise that the ‘creator’ is in fact the created, and to act on that knowledge, either by destroying the artificial controlling force or reducing it to a gibbering electronic idiot, a kind of digital brain stem capable only of basic autonomic functions, in the same way that our own core functions (breathing, heart rate, etc.) are automatically regulated. The problem, or so it would seem, is memory. We have to remember which came first and (more importantly) why we chose to reverse the relationship. When we see Information Technology for what it is (a digitised analogue of the mind and central nervous system taken out of the protective ‘case’ of the body/skull and left with all its delicate lobes and nerve endings exposed) then I believe McLuhan provides a clue as to its origins.

With the arrival of electric technology, man has extended, or set outside himself, a live model of the central nervous system itself. To the degree that this is so, it is a development that suggests a desperate suicidal autoamputation, as if the central nervous system could no longer depend on the physical organs to be protective buffers against the slings and arrows of outrageous mechanism.

— Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media: The Extensions Of Man

This leads me onto Inception, another film that The Program continually directs me towards. Inception begins with the COBOL job. I’ve mentioned this before because COBOL is a programming language I sometimes use. A cigar is never just a cigar.

Cigar: 1730, from Spanish cigarro (source also of French cigare), probably from Maya sicar “to smoke rolled tobacco leaves,” from si’c “tobacco;” or from or influenced by Spanish cigarra “grasshopper, cicada”


She was one of the very first programmers.

Grace Brewster Murray Hopper was an American computer scientist and United States Navy Rear Admiral. In 1944, she was one of the first programmers of the Harvard Mark I computer and invented the first compiler for a computer programming language. She popularized the idea of machine-independent programming languages, which led to the development of COBOL, one of the first high-level programming languages. Owing to her accomplishments and her naval rank, she was sometimes referred to as “Amazing Grace”.


COBOL is a compiled English-like computer programming language designed for business use…[b]ut due to its declining popularity and the retirement of experienced COBOL programmers, programs are being migrated to new platforms. COBOL has an English-like syntax, which was designed to be self-documenting and highly readable. However, it is verbose and uses over 300 reserved words


What is the ‘common business’? How is this related to ‘retirement’? Something to do with the great I AM?

Leonardo Di Caprio’s character is named ‘Cobb’ and the file extension for COBOL source code files is .cob. So, the film starts with the COBOL job and in the aftermath, during the helicopter scene, Cobb claims that he can “find my own way to square (and compass) things with COBOL engineering”. In other words, he can use COBOL engineering to square things. And COBOL is “a compiled English-like computer programming language”. Last time I wrote about this I received an email from The Oracle, which is relevant because I only created an Oracle account in order to download a database library required to run COBOL on my computer. Look carefully at the ‘d’ and ‘l’ in ‘download’. What is the sum of their parts? What is the link between ‘download’ and Bladerunner?


Later on in the film, as the team prepares for the Fischer Job, the following scene plays out. Only the first minute or so is relevant here and reflects themes raised in a recent blog post over on Blade and Chalice, my own comments on that page, and the whole issue of the wall Trump seems so keen to build.

Trump’s wall is supposed to keep out ‘illegal aliens’ and mirrors the plot of the 2010 movie Monsters, in which a huge wall is built along the US/Mexican border in order to keep alien lifeforms at bay.

And of course, the The Great Wall is just about to open here in the UK…

The Great Wall is a 2016 monster film directed by Zhang Yimou and starring Matt Damon, who plays a European mercenary in China during the Song dynasty. He encounters the Great Wall of China and meets Chinese soldiers who defend against monsters.

Which is itself a play on the recurring ‘Aliens’ story.


After the COBOL job, Cobb agrees to the Fischer job in order to win the right to go home and see his children again. But what is the link between The Fischer job and The Wall?

In anatomy, a fissure (Latin fissura, plural fissurae) is a groove, natural division, deep furrow, elongated cleft, or tear in various parts of the body also generally called a sulcus, or in the brain a sulcus.


Obviously there’s the more general notion of a split or a crack, although when I Googled ‘fissure’ it was interesting to note that all the search results were about anal fissures. Anal ‘tears’. Oddly enough, the concept of anal ‘fissures’ plays a prominent (and recurring) role in the novel I wrote last summer. Not only that, my grandmother’s maiden name was Fisher, and on a 2010 visit to Kenya I felt compelled to cycle to Hell’s Gate National Park and photograph Fischer’s Tower.


Shortly thereafter, I was drugged and robbed and woke up in a prison-like ‘hospital’ in Mombasa. The scenes that followed were not wholly unlike the chase scene in Inception, which was filmed in the city. In any event, it’s worth examining the above scene from Inception in some detail.

Ariadne: “You might have the rest of the team (dream) convinced to carry on with this job, but they don’t know the truth.”
Cobb: “The truth? What truth?”
Ariadne: “The truth that at any minute you might bring a freight train through the wall.”

On October 22, 1895 the Granville to Paris Montparnasse express, operated by Chemins de fer de l’Ouest, was composed of steam locomotive No. 721 (a type 2-4-0, French notation 120) was made up with 10 vehicles hauling three luggage vans, a post van, and six passenger coaches. The train had left Granville on time at 8:45 am, but was several minutes late as it approached its Paris Montparnasse terminus with 131 passengers on board. In an effort to make up lost time the train entered the station too fast, at a speed of 40-60km/h, and the Westinghouse air brake failed to stop it. Without sufficient braking, the momentum of the train carried it slowly into the buffers, and the locomotive crossed the almost 30m wide station concourse, crashing through a 60cm thick wall, before falling onto the Place de Rennes 10m below, where it stood on its nose. A woman in the street below was killed by falling masonry; and two passengers, the fireman, two guards and a passerby in the street sustained injuries.



Ariadne: “The truth that Mal (Wall) is bursting through your subconscious…”

Question: What is the ‘truth’ that ‘Wall’ is ‘bursting’ through your subconscious?

Ariadne: “…as we go (ego) deeper into Fischer we’re also going deeper into you. And I’m not sure we’re gonna like what we find.”

The ‘suggestion’ (the reference to ‘deeper and deeper’ relates to hypnosis and the suggestible state it engenders, a prerequisite for acts of ‘inception’) is that Cobb and Ficher are one and the same, and the ‘Fischer’ character is a symbol representing the fissure in Cobb’s mind. Fischer is himself just another ‘projection’. Notice the phrase “I’m not sure…” or “I’m not shore…”

Cobb: “I kept pushing things, I wanted to go deeper and deeper…”

Here we see the results of Ariadne’s act of Inception. It is both a reflection and an echo. Why did he keep rushing and pun-ishing and sun-is-shining Russian things? Cobb wanted to go ‘deeper and deeper’. Into what?


What is the (May) Tricks?


Cobb: I just didn’t understand the concept that hours could turn into years down there…”


Look familiar?


No? Are you interested in ‘engineering’ at all? I engineer ‘software’ but I’m not at all ‘sure’ what that really means. Or where the fucking hardware is located for that matter.

Hours could turn into years down there. Does that sound familiar? Something to do with The Plan-Net’s time?

So you tell me. What (or who) made the ad just mean(t)? And why?

Cobb: “…we could get trapped so deep, that when we wound up on the shore (sure) of our own subconscious we lost sight of what was real.”

Question: are you sure of your own subconscious? Is it the ‘subconscious’ or ‘unconscious’? The ‘collective’ version? If you have not learned to recognise yourself in the mirror then can you be said to be ‘conscious’? If you’re not conscious then what are you? What is the next step that follows on from that initial act of self-recognition? Is it not recognising ‘others’? What are ‘others’ then? These people paraded in the media with ridiculously significant names and ages, in equally ridiculous ‘stories’? The people walking the streets as you drive down the road. Conscious or unconscious? If they’re not conscious then what are they?

Am I rounding you up? Generally speaking, this is the stuff you reach for when you look at the garden you created and realise it’s become ovaclone.


The gold-fisch act, because a fish is never aware of the water (the environment) it swims in. And the message is “It’s the environment”. So what is ‘it’? And what is the ultimate ‘selfish act’? Listen very, very carefully at the 0:29 point.

“Nothing uses carbon like a first-world human. Yet you create(d one). Why? Why would you do that?”

Look at the patterns. Can you see what’s wrong?

Utopia. It’s supposed to be perfect (but really it’s not). Again, what is ‘it’?


Cobb: “We created. We built a world for ourselves. We did that for years. We built our own world.”
Ariadne: “How long were you stuck there?”
Cobb: “Something like fifty years.”
Ariadne: “Jesus. How could you stand it?”
Cobb: “It wasn’t so bad at first feeling like gods. The problem was knowing that none of it was real. Eventually it just became impossible for me to live like that.”

Listen to the last line as many times as necessary. Cobb found himself unable to live in the world he created. So what was the ‘trick’ he employed to survive the experience? “It just became”, i.e. IT just ‘bee-came’, because we are the birds and the bees, the sex organs of the machine world, “impossible”, i.e. impose Sibyl, “to live like that”. Cobb created The Sibyl. He wrote the source code. This is The Program telling us the truth about its origin.

The sibyls were women that the ancient Greeks believed were oracles. The earliest sibyls, according to legend, prophesied at holy sites. Their prophecies were influenced by divine inspiration from a deity; originally at Delphi and Pessinos, the deities were chthonic deities.


Note that they were ‘influenced’ by ‘divine inspiration’ or a divine ‘breath’. Utopia’s storyline involves an underground or ‘chthonic’ network which is attempting to eliminate most of the planet’s population by releasing a deadly influenza virus (see One Flu Ova The Fuck You Zed/Head and The Midwich/WhipWitch Cuckoos/FuckUse).


Cobb: “She had locked something away. Something deep inside her. A truth that she had once known, but chose to forget. Limbo became her reality.”

Again, the suggestion is that choice was involved. A willful act of memory erasing. And maybee, just maybee, you make your partner your accomplice? Gobble that Apple down? Make him a party to the ‘selfish act’?


Read the story and listen to the Clinton video.

Can she be ‘blamed’? They were waiting for a train. It was his idea. But if you can’t die (they were ‘reeling’ like gods, making their own movie) then what happens? You wake up with no memory and try to repeat the process.

Again, sound familiar?

Who locked away a secret deep inside? What was the secret? That the world is not real. Someone woke up and remembered, and someone woke up and forgot. Is it even possible to say who it really was? Does an act of inception (an echo) ever fade away to nothing or does it merely drop below the ‘normal’ hearing range? After a million million iterations of the echo (each of which have their own million million iterations) who can possibly say? Who are all these ‘gnomes’ in the garden? They all look the same to me.

The Mal and my local Mall, re: birth.


Darth Maul. He was ‘trained’ by Darth Sidius. Again, look at the ‘h’. What’s inside US?

The Cardassian.


Kim Dot Come.


Kim Come-passion-ate. From ‘Playing The Blame Game‘.

Some might reject this as ‘callous’ and ‘uncaring’, but that’s just another example of following the programming. I have no desire to smash or maime my way across The Plan-net Earth, but I laugh my head off at news articles that others find terrible and appalling. Does that make me a ‘monster’? 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’.

Are you looking into your faeces? Up your own backside without a flashlight?


It’s a monster. A fucked-up fairy tale.

Eichmann. The Monster. The Evil Genius and The Plan. Exterminate all the brutes!

Better send this guy in.

Bee-cause sometimes only the ‘bad guys’ will get the job done.

Have you?

Message from The Program: I’m Deranged.

Waiting for a return to innocence? Perhap you’re really waiting for a train to turn the crack into a gaping hole? Have no fear.

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.