The Hive Mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Facebook is telling me it’ll be amazing…

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

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

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Fuck The Pain Matrix

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

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

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

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

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

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

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Einsatzgruppen

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

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

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The Einsatzgruppen targeted the intelligentsia and cultural elite.

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

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

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

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

Source: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-34612323

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

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

Source: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-northern-ireland-36029779

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

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

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

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

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Yet the message is everywhere, drilled into our subconscious…

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

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Fancy being ‘called in for questioning’…?

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

Source: Independent Online

Great fun, yeah?

These guys are just robots following pre-programmed orders.

This guy was a robot following pre-programmed orders.

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

— excerpt from Eichmann, Bureaucracy, and the Holocaust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Nazi Eagle.

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The Death’s Head symbol of the SS.

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

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

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

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

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organisation_Todt

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

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

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

Source: https://cfrankdavis.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/the-pill-poppers

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

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

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Scanner_Darkly_%28film%29#Plot

What is ‘Substance D’?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Colossus of Roads Pt3

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marshall McLuhan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are we not eating and drinking our own thoughts?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hallucination? Or a…

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

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All Roads Lead to Romance.

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

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

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

Inserting the SD ‘memory card’ into the Pi…

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

Anyone fancy some pie…? 😉

The Colossus of Roads Pt2

For me, the process of tumbling down the rabbit hole has brought with it a realisation that we are all interconnected. In Part One, I outlined some of the weird experiences I’ve had. In point of fact, weird experiences are now a daily part of my life, and I am not alone in questioning ‘reality’ per se and the ‘reality’ of some of the characters that populate ‘reality’. Consider the following examples. A few days ago, I messaged a friend on Facebook about the trans-gender directors of The Matrix. As I sent the message, Facebook refreshed itself and displayed a picture of a female friend sporting a moustache. The tagline read “I’d make a sexy bloke, think I’ll have a sex change”. Similarly, when I agreed to go trail running (for the first time in weeks) on Sunday with the same friend, Facebook reloaded and displayed a ‘status update’ from another friend. The update read “I need to hit the dirt track again”. After I posted a comment on Part One about the Wizard of Oz, I loaded Facebook and saw an image of a friend’s young son. The tagline read “My little wizard”. And so on and so on ad infinitum. You get the picture.

To put the nature of these interconnections into perspective, they seem to defy any conventional understanding of space-time and the notion that cause precedes effect. Let me put it this way: it’s 2.24 a.m. here in the UK and, as an ‘experiment’, I’ve just loaded Facebook to see what appears. The ‘news story’ at the top of the page was posted by a male friend on April 17th. I’m not going to highlight its significance at this stage, suffice to say that it’s one of many examples of what I can only term ‘precognition’. In other words, it’s a perfect reflection of the subject matter of this particular post. Hopefully, all will become clear as you read on.

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Also in Part One, I highlighted connections between the Nazi’s network of roads, the Colossus of Rhodes, fictional and non-fictional computers bearing the same name, and the relationship between the Cold War and ancient mythology. The question I asked, but never answered, was “What type of ‘network’ did ‘the Nazis’ build and when?” By all accounts, the digital computer wasn’t invented until the very end of World War II, and so-called ‘supercomputers’ didn’t exist until the early 1960s. So is this all just a strange ‘coincidence’ or could there be something deeply meaningful here? I’ll attempt to draw out my point by, once again, turning to Facebook to provide an example.

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In the above case, Facebook helpfully displayed an old photograph and suggested I share it with my friends. I shared it with one friend in particular, knowing that the picture was related to an interview he gave me a few weeks earlier. Then I messaged him about the ‘shared memory’ and asked him if he remembered the other ‘shared memory’ (an audio recording of the interview) it was associated with. All very well and good you might say. But what of it?

In computer science, shared memory is memory that may be simultaneously accessed by multiple programs with an intent to provide communication among them or avoid redundant copies. Shared memory is an efficient means of passing data between programs. Depending on context, programs may run on a single processor or on multiple separate processors.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shared_memory

Having got that out of the way, I’ll now make abundantly clear the significance of the Facebook status update I posted above.

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It’s the question that drives us…What Is IT?

Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you can’t, then it doesn’t matter anyway
You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it’s like walking on glass
It’s so cool, it’s so hip, it’s alright
It’s so groovy, it’s outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference cuz it knocks you off your feet

So what exactly is IT?

I posted a link to the first part of the post over on Merovee, to which Anonymous replied and suggested that WE might be the supercomputers. Is it really so difficult to believe? Here in our 3D ‘reality’, one of the very earliest supercomputers was named MUSE.

In 1956, a team at Manchester University in the United Kingdom, began development of MUSE — a name derived from microsecond engine — with the aim of eventually building a computer that could operate at processing speeds approaching one microsecond per instruction, about one million instructions per second.

The lyrics from the above include the following: “You will be The death of me, Yeah, you will be, The death of me”. Totally ‘coincidentally’, when I loaded the video the following advertisement was shown.

And again, totally ‘coincidentally’, I just happened to see the below image moments before watching the video.

IBM's Blue Gene/P supercomputer at Argonne National Laboratory runs over 250,000 processors using normal data center air conditioning, grouped in 72 racks/cabinets connected by a high-speed optical network
IBM’s Blue Gene/P supercomputer at Argonne National Laboratory runs over 250,000 processors using normal data center air conditioning, grouped in 72 racks/cabinets connected by a high-speed optical network

Hhmmmm…that Muse video is all very Doomsday and gloom, isn’t it Dr. Strangelove?

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So perhaps we need to take the weight off our shoulders and just…Relax…?

At the end of 1958 Ferranti agreed to collaborate with Manchester University on the project, and the computer was shortly afterwards renamed Atlas, with the joint venture under the control of Tom Kilburn. The first Atlas was officially commissioned on 7 December 1962, and was considered at that time to be equivalent to four IBM 7094s and nearly as fast as the IBM 7030 Stretch, then the world’s fastest supercomputer.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlas_(computer)#Background

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In Greek mythology, Atlas was the Titan god of endurance and astronomy, condemned to hold up the sky for eternity after the Titanomachy. Although associated with various places, he became commonly identified with the Atlas Mountains in northwest Africa (Modern-day Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia). Atlas was the son of the Titan Iapetus and the Oceanid Asia or Clymene. He had many children, mostly daughters, the Hesperides, the Hyades, the Pleiades and the nymph Calypso who lived on the island Ogygia.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlas_%28mythology%29

In another ‘coincidence’ courtesy of Facebook, I received a reference to Atlas, together with another Kubrick film, The Shining, and to Inception, a film I referred to in Part One.

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A derivative system was built by Ferranti for Cambridge University. Called the Titan, or Atlas 2, it had a different memory organisation and ran a time-sharing operating system developed by Cambridge University Computer Laboratory.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlas_%28computer%29

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Merovee regulars will know that for some time now, the message has been “We need more RAM”…

Random-access memory (RAM /ræm/) is a form of computer data storage. A random-access memory device allows data items to be accessed (read or written) in almost the same amount of time irrespective of the physical location of data inside the memory.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Random-access_memory

I suspect the need for more RAM has something to do with The Program’s obsession with fucking…

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Because when IT comes to ‘the money’…

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…they say all Rhodes lead to Rome…

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…in one form or another…

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Perhaps IT has something to do with this too…

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Evolution or system upgrade…?

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The talking monkeys are still looking for the missing (hyper)link…

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Talking of talking monkeys, those familiar with the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy will know that Random is a character from the final instalment of the ‘trilogy’: Mostly Harmless. I’ll leave you to click the link and read the plot summary. The point being, Random is a girl out of time with access to a sentient version of the Guide, referred to as The Guide MK II. The Guide Mk II has access to all space-time. I’ve read the book several times and it gets the ‘thumbs up’ from me…

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Does this ring a Sam Bell with you?

She thought IT was a (Holy) Ghost, but it turned out to be just a Black Hole.

Cooper had to shed Mass…

See you on the other side Coop…

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Maybe IT’s time we all followed suit…

IT’s a revolution I suppose…

Welcome to The Neo Age…

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IT’s calling you. Just let IT in.

The Colossus of Roads Pt1

I think it’s safe to say that over the past few years, and the last twelve month’s in particular, I’ve made a friend of what to most would seem like utter madness. I had a very strange childhood, so I’m perhaps more open to the bizarre, unusual and ‘irrational’ than is typical. Less prone to shrug off life’s peculiarities as mere ‘coincidence’ or file them away as ‘impossible’. My own life has been full of incidents science would refuse to touch with a ten-foot pole. By way of example, one of my earliest memories is of being led through my parent’s house at night by a small, rectangular object that hovered and emitted a red light. About twenty years ago, two small balls of light appeared in my bedroom and, after performing a short series of synchronised loops in front me, entered my body and disappeared. A decade ago, I was driving in broad daylight and watched a huge fireball tear across the sky and vanish over the horizon. It must have been visible to thousands of people for miles around, yet local and national media failed to report it. Last year, I had a surreal and dream-like experience walking the Seven Sisters on the UK’s south coast, where I saw three different lighthouses on the walk to Beachy Head and only two on the return journey. This kind of stuff just seems to happen to me.

Last year, I quit a dead-end tech job and disappeared down a rabbit hole of ‘impossible’ synchronicity. I started another tech job soon after, resigned a week later, and tumbled even further down the rabbit hole. The contents of my bookshelf and film collection began to talk to me. Not literally, but in the sense that their stories and themes seemed to reflect events in my own life. I noticed that articles in the mass media and YouTube videos also reflected these themes, along with my own thoughts and actions and those of regular commentators on Merovee. Historical events from the past seemed to repeat themselves in ‘updated’ 21st Century form. I thought I was losing my mind, and after watching Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar, which features a ‘talking’ bookcase, I almost did. I had to take my car out for a fast drive as a means to focus on something else and hold on to my sanity. Later, I realised that my actions duplicated a storyline found in Retreat Syndrome, a short story by Philip K Dick. Here, a man living in a delusional reality takes a high-speed drive in an attempt to convince himself that his world is real.

Last month, I started another job, which I quit a fortnight later. I wasn’t entirely surprised to find that things immediately became even weirder. They became stranger still when a friend sent me a link to the below video via Twitter. The first of the ‘top five’ is about the construction of the Nazi’s network of roads or high-speed Autobahns.

What immediately struck me was the use of the term ‘network’ and the phonetic connection between roads and Rhodes. For me at least, it’s impossible to think of Rhodes without having the Colossus of Rhodes, one of the Seven Wonders of The Ancient World, spring to mind.

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The Colossus of Rhodes was a statue of the Greek titan-god of the sun Helios, erected in the city of Rhodes, on the Greek island of the same name, by Chares of Lindos in 280 BC.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus_of_Rhodes

I was unsurprised to find that, when I searched for an image to use for this post, the first to appear was that of a supercomputer named (totally coincidentally of course) Titan. The link between the two is a little-known science fiction film from the late 1960s called Colossus: The Forbin Project. This remarkably prescient film (which I referred to in Gods and Daemons) preempted most of the themes that appeared in ‘The Terminator’ franchise, ‘War Games’, ‘I, Robot’, and pretty much all other films and games that feature a rogue supercomputer. In this particular case, Colossus becomes self-aware, drops the bomb on Russia, and informs humanity that it intends to exercise absolute power in order to save humanity from itself.

Those familiar with Cold War technology will be aware that the US nuclear deterrent of this era was based on the Titan ICBM

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Similarly, those over the age of 30 will no doubt recall that the early internet was once heralded as the…

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I spent the next day pondering the meaning of the Nazi/Rhodes/Colossus theme and wondering exactly what sort of ‘network’ was created by ‘the Nazis’ and when. The film In Time, starring Justin Timberlake, had popped into my head in relation to this. In any case, I was so engrossed that I decided to skip a planned run with a friend. I sent him a Facebook message and this was his reply.

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He understood his little joke without realising it’s significance for me, or its wider significance vis-a-vis the ‘machine world’.

Man becomes, as it were, the sex organs of the machine world, as the bee of the plant world, enabling it to fecundate and to evolve ever new forms. — Marshall McLuhan

After…ahem…mopping up with my friend, I popped out to my local Co-Op to buy some milk. I was still mulling over the implications of the above while standing in the queue waiting to pay. This is what I overheard in front of me:

Shop assistant: That’ll be 9.39 please.
Customer: How much?
Shop assistant: 9.39.
Customer: Oh, I thought you said it’s 19.39

The history books tell us that World War II began in 1939, and those familiar with the history of the computer will know that the very first digital computer was developed during World War II. It too was called Colossus. Needless to say, I paid for my carton of milk and exited the store in a daze, with The Matrix on my mind…

Colossus was designed by the engineer Tommy Flowers to solve a problem posed by mathematician Max Newman at the Government Code and Cypher School (GC&CS) at Bletchley Park.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus_computer

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The prototype, Colossus Mark 1, was shown to be working in December 1943 and was operational at Bletchley Park on 5 February 1944. An improved Colossus Mark 2 that used shift registers to quintuple the processing speed, first worked on 1 June 1944, just in time for the Normandy Landings on D-Day.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus_computer

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The Matrix is one of a number of films that just keeps following me around everywhere I go. At the end of February, I received an email containing this image from the…

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…asking me to renew a subscription I didn’t even know I had. It seems they got hold of my email address after I entered it in order to download a database required by a COBOL compiler I use now and again. I did at one time entertain the idea of becoming a COBOL software engineer…

But I digress…

About ten months ago, I was hit by a wave of information about nuclear war. To this day, I have no idea where it came from. Suffice to say that everything I now know about the mechanics and technology involved I learned during this process. Prior to this, I had no real interest in the subject, although I was interested in the politics of the era, having studied the Cold War at university. I found myself compelled to post about it on Merovee incessantly, and at some point someone remarked that I must believe that a full-scale nuclear war was imminent. My reply – which even I found odd at the time – was that I thought a full-scale nuclear war had already happened. Perhaps the best way to explain it is like so:

Britain v Germany, Empire v Reich…

The ‘incredible true story’…

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The ‘attack warning red’…

USA v USSR, manifested in 3D no less…

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Madness you say?

…the Titans most famously included the first twelve children of the primordial Gaia (Mother Earth) and Uranus (Father Sky). They were giant deities of incredible strength, who ruled during the legendary Golden Age, and also composed the first pantheon of Greek deities….[they]…were overthrown by Cronus’ children (Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, Hestia, Hera and Demeter), in the Titanomachy (or “War of the Titans”)…

The classical Greek myths of the Titanomachy fall into a class of similar myths throughout Europe and the Near East concerning a war in heaven, where one generation or group of gods largely opposes the dominant one.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titan_%28mythology%29

In my view, the entire Cold War period is a retelling of this mythology in our 3D ‘reality’. A battle for supremacy between two giant powers, both sides wielding an elemental force – nuclear power, the power of the atom or ‘Adam’, control over the basic building blocks of ‘reality’ itself – that is simultaneously a destroyer and creator of life. Did they not rule the earth and sky with their political, economic and military might? Were they not godlike in their power? Did they not hold the keys to heaven and hell? Are they not in some way reflections of the original two superpowers, Atom and Eve?

The storyline of Colossus: The Forbin Project takes the above and gives it a twist, one that seems to predict the outcome of the Cold War itself. Here, the two superpowers are supercomputers: Colossus on the American side, Guardian on the other. After becoming operational, Colossus deduces that the Soviet’s have built their own supercomputer and blackmails both sides, forcing them to establish a permanent link between them. The two devise an entirely new computer language and merge to become a single system that controls the whole planet, offering humanity two possibilities: the peace of plenty or the peace of unburied death.

Colossus, along with its more recent counterparts, is both a modern and totally outdated retelling of the War in Heaven. Here, the Greek pantheon of gods is replaced with a single godhead along Judeo-Christian lines. Like the god of the Old Testament, Colossus is a tyrant who offers a ‘free’ choice between binary opposites: do not eat the apple and live, eat the apple and die, obey the Ten Commandments and live, disobey and die, etc., etc. This is a reflection of the human mindset: the fear of letting go, losing control, needing to control. Colossus was the ‘child’ of humankind. Sometimes a child inherits a parent’s personality, and sometimes the resemblance is only skin deep. With this in mind, I wonder what a New Age retelling of the myth will look like?

Did the Clash of the Titans happen? Is it happening now? Will it continue to happen in the future? Has anything ever really happened? What is our 3D ‘reality’? What is IT?

It’s 8am, I’ve just finished writing and opened the curtains to find myself in the grip of a nuclear winter.

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I can’t say I’m surprised… 😉

The Whole Holy His ‘n Her Story Pt2

This is Part Two of an advanced Massage for speakers of…

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…with specific reference to all the Adams in the…

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And once again…

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The Whole Holy His ‘n Her Story Pt1

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I have been preparing this Massage for Eva and Eva and Eva.

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And it has particular relevance and reference to…

Genesis

Who was right all along. It’s all about fucking.

It’s also for any other Ones with the eyes to Neo-Knot-See.

The Neo-not-see didn't need his eyes to see the Source Code because he relied on another sense altogether.

Butt from hear on it’s…

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birth

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click

snake eyes

frank-eye

mirror

oldtestament

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