As usual, my co-operative local Co-Op plays a pivotal role in this particular tale. There are two situated within half-a-mile of my flat, and today I decided to visit the larger of the two, which is also the furthest away. My walk there was a typically dream-like affair with messages jumping out everywhere. A poster in a hair salon called ‘Ego’ which read ‘Say Hello to Paradise’, a discarded ‘Diamond Breeze’ air freshener, an advertisement for a local estate agent asking “Have You Seen the Signs?” The signs all said ‘sold’, or perhaps they said ‘souled’? Who knows? Anyway, I gathered together my purchases, waited patiently at the till (noting the guy in dreadlocks in front was wearing a bright green T-shirt with ‘Live Boston’ printed on it), then paid and walked away. Down the hill and around the corner, a 4×4 towing another 4×4 drove past. The driver beeped his horn, turned to look at me, and gave me the ‘thumbs up’ sign. I’d never seen him before in my life, but I think I was supposed to today because the message painted on the back of his cab said ‘One life. Live it’.
This coincides with a theme that’s been running through my head over the past few days. I wasn’t surprised to discover that a friend of mine had plucked my thoughts from our shared memory space and added them to my previous post, in the form of a string of Nike ‘Just Do It!’ adverts. Truth be told, since disappearing down the rabbit hole this time last year, I’ve become something of a recluse. If I’m honest I’ve always been insular and I’ve always struggled with the concept of ‘reality’. The person I refer to above also asked when I first encountered ‘The Program’, and I think I’ve always been aware of it on a subconscious level. Looking back on my life, it seems that each time I made a concerted effort to ‘settle down’ and ‘conform’ something wacky would happen to challenge my belief in ‘consensual reality’. I just couldn’t take seriously enough the concerns we’re supposed to take ‘seriously’ in this life, so I withdrew.
During my journey down the rabbit hole, I’ve discovered that I am not who I think I am, just as you are not who you think you are and the people we see ‘out there’ are not who they seem to be either. Over on Merovee, Frank captured the essence of what I’m trying to get at here.
Maybe I’m feeling particularly solipsistic but in all the murders there are personal mirrors which then make me question if they ever happened in any sense. Do the mirrors exist – who am I and all that ? Who is the dreamer of the dream?
For ‘murders’ substitute ‘any news event’, ‘politicians’, ‘celebrity’, or ‘ordinary’ person on the street. All of them are, in some sense, mirrors of ourselves. As I’ve said before, we seem to be eating and drinking one another’s thoughts and reflecting them back at ourselves. In effect, we’re all unwittingly snooping on one another. McLuhan said as much when he described the Information Age as one in which we’re all intimately involved in one another’s lives. What he didn’t appreciate is that this is literally true, that we inhabit what I call the Informer-Nation Age. As bizarre as it may sound, under the surface of our ‘free’ and ‘democratic’ societies lies a veiled alternate ‘reality’ with a totalitarian theme. Personally, I believe our ‘reality’ is a simulation of some kind, so I’m not suggesting this is literally true. Rather, it’s like the double exposures experienced in the age of film cameras: the one ‘reality’ is superimposed over the other.
Allow me to provide a few examples. This story emerged on the same day I posted another Nazi-themed article: ‘Fuck the Pain Matrix‘. Here, Software Agent Diane Abbott (she’s a ‘bot‘) joins the ‘race row’ and Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn frustrates ‘reporters’ by ‘refusing to answer questions’.
This is painted on a fence I walk past of the way to my local ‘co-operative’. Racial fitness, along with physical fitness and health, was Hitler’s main preoccupation. It’s a subject that ties into my previous comments about ‘guided or directed evolution’, i.e. evolution as ‘system upgrade’.
These days, it seems that the ‘fitness regime’ is all the rage.
We’re all invited to ‘join The Party’ and submit to the ‘regime’.
It’s perhaps ‘fitting’ that the ‘War Against Cancer’ should feature so prominently in encouraging our participation. It is, after all, a question of demonstrating the correct bee-hive-iour.
The Beehive Cluster, also known as Praesepe (Latin for “manger”), M44, NGC 2632, or Cr 189, is an open cluster in the constellation Cancer. It is one of the nearest open clusters to the Solar System, and it contains a larger star population than most other nearby clusters. Under dark skies the Beehive Cluster looks like a nebulous object to the naked eye; thus it has been known since ancient times. The classical astronomer Ptolemy called it “the nebulous mass in the breast of Cancer” and it was among the first objects that Galileo studied with his telescope.
Recently, the world lost David Bowie to Cancer at the age of 69, which is odd because the astrological symbol for Cancer is a 69 after a hard night on the town. 😉
Over time, I’ve noticed little clues that indicate when an article or story refers to me personally. One such clue is a reference to the number 44 (my age). Others include references to my real name and, for some reason, my mother’s maiden name, in various forms. For example, this guy spent 44 years in prison and emerged aged 69. He too found it difficult to adjust to ‘reality’, can’t stop marveling at the crazy things that keep happening, and can’t understand why everyone walks around like CIA agents.
Rolf is going into ‘liquidation’. In The Matrix, the dead were liquified and fed to the living.
Which is strange, because a friend sent me a link to the below story earlier. It’s about a ‘leak’ of ‘hazardous materials’ near Rhode Island. The substance is sodium hydroxide, otherwise known as lye.
What is lye?
In another story, Adam Johnson is being asked to ‘clean the plug’ and allow the ‘leak’ to flow freely. He’s in Moorland Prison, which ties into some strange personal mirrors Frank has experienced in relation to the Moor’s Murderers.
Breathing fumes produced by sodium hydroxide is known to be hazardous to health. This relates to another recurring theme, another ‘double exposure’ overlaid on this ‘reality’. Specifically, we’re ‘breathing in the ash and dust’ and ‘we’re breathing in the chemicals’ because ‘we’re radioactive’. As I’ve said previously, Nuclear Armageddon – the Clash of the Titans – has already happened.
In my last post, The Hive Mind, I referred to a maintenance man who services the converted townhouse I live in. I’ve had little to do with him apart from an incident that occurred last year when my kitchen and bathroom sinks and shower became blocked. He came along with a bottle full of acid and proceeded to pour it down the plug holes. Looking back on it now, it seems like a bizarre replay of an event from well over 20 years ago, when someone spiked my tea with the LSD version of acid. I drank the tea (it went ‘down the hole’ so to speak) and I spent the remainder of the day in Wonderland.
I’m not entirely sure I ever left…
Acid is another recurring theme that pops up in a variety of different contexts. First, in relation to a recent spate of stories about acid attacks.
Second, in the ‘Alien’ universe where the aliens have ‘acid for blood’, and also in relation to Prometheus, where the ‘acid’ becomes ‘a seed’ which is administered by the robot David, who spikes Charlie’s alcoholic drink.
The message about the acid or ‘a seed’ is that it is ‘Drunk in the Spirit’. Today, a friend posted a link to a blog she follows. It appeared in my Twitter feed like so:
To explain the personal significance this has for me, I grew up in an extremely religious family which, over a period of about 5 years, progressed from bog standard Church of England beliefs to the worst kind of evangelicalism. My grandfather was a Pastor, so there’s a history here. Even so, it’s difficult to exaggerate just how extreme their beliefs became, and the effect it had on me personally as an adolescent. Jews were revered as God’s chosen people, talk of demonic possession was rife, everyone ‘spoke in tongues’, my grandfather became a sort of self-declared ‘prophet’ and started his own church, and so on. My point being that one of the concepts used within the evangelical movement is ‘being drunk in the spirit’, being possessed by the Holy Spirit. The video probably explains it better than I can.
Earlier today, I was reading some of the comments posted on Merovee and came across one by Frank. It refers to the film Lucy, starring Scarlett Johansson. The storyline is about unlocking the brain’s full potential and the effects of the same.
I mention this because Lucy has great significance for evolutionists.
Lucy is the common name of AL 288-1, several hundred pieces of bone fossils representing 40 percent of the skeleton of a female of the hominin species Australopithecus afarensis. In Ethiopia, the assembly is also known as Dinkinesh, which means “you are marvelous” in the Amharic language. Lucy was discovered in 1974 near the village Hadar in the Awash Valley of the Afar Triangle in Ethiopia by paleoanthropologist Donald Johanson. The Lucy specimen is an early australopithecine and is dated to about 3.2 million years ago. The skeleton presents a small skull akin to that of non-hominin apes, plus evidence of a walking-gait that was bipedal and upright, akin to that of humans (and other hominins); this combination supports the view of human evolution that bipedalism preceded increase in brain size. “Lucy” acquired her name from the song “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” by the Beatles, which was played loudly and repeatedly in the expedition camp all evening after the excavation team’s first day of work on the recovery site.
Fans of the Beatles will know that Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is rumoured to be a reference to LSD, usually referred to as ‘acid’, and that the song was recorded at a time when the band members were known to be experimenting with LSD.
Coincidentally, Frank recently posted a video on the subject of evolution and the nature of our ‘reality’. Here, the speaker reveals that extensive computer modeling of evolutionary processes based on ‘survival of the fittest’ results in extinction rather than survival. The speaker’s conclusion is that our ‘reality’ has no physical basis but is constructed by the brain itself, much like a virtual reality computer simulation. In another coincidence, one of the examples he uses to explain his theory relates to an Australian beetle that nearly went extinct after mistaking gold-colored beer bottles for the similarly colored female of its species.
Australia was obliged to change the bottle’s color in order to ‘save’ the ‘beetles’. Hallelujah! Oh, and lest we forget, the Beetle is also the Peoples’ Kaa.
Returning to the ‘leak’ for just a moment, one of the most renowned figures in the sphere of paleoanthropology is Richard Leakey. Leakey was born in 1944 and is currently 71 years old. I am 44 years old and was born in 1971. Leakey was educated at Stony Brook University.
So. What’s my point? First, let me rewind to Lucy and a portion of the Wikipedia passage cited above.
The skeleton presents a small skull akin to that of non-hominin apes, plus evidence of a walking-gait that was bipedal and upright, akin to that of humans (and other hominins); this combination supports the view of human evolution that bipedalism preceded increase in brain size
On the one hand, we have a film about Lucy and the development of brain power, and on the other an anthropological find here in the ‘real world’ with relevance to human evolution and the development of brain power. The link between the two lies in the reference to ‘bipedalism’ and a bizarre dream I recounted on Merovee only yesterday.
I had a dream the other night where someone told me to kill a monkey. It was like a survival situation and the monkey was to be my ‘food’. I looked into the monkey’s eyes and saw a spark of intelligence and awareness. I felt pity for the monkey, and I didn’t kill him because killing him would be like killing myself. Next day, I was told that I have ‘compassion’.
Guiding the monkey’s evolution in Kubrick’s film version of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
And in a related comment, I mentioned that one of my previous posts helped to solve a personal problem I’ve carried around with me for years. I also referred to the follow-up to Kubrick’s film, 2010: Odyssey Two, and posted a link to a Daily Mail article from 2010. This article literally just popped up from out of nowhere. Again, the number 44 appears and the location is St Petersburg, a city which has all sorts of historical connections for me.
A Russian awarded $1million (£666,000) for solving one of the most intractable problems in mathematics said yesterday that he does not want the money. Said to be the world’s cleverest man, Dr Grigory Perelman, 44, lives as a recluse in a bare cockroach-infested flat in St Petersburg. He said through the closed door: ‘I have all I want.’ The prize was given by the U.S. Clay Mathematics Institute for solving the Poincare Conjecture, which baffled mathematicians for a century. Dr Perelman posted his solution on the internet. Four years ago, the maths genius failed to turn up to receive his prestigious Fields Medal from the International Mathematical Union for solving the problem.
Source: Daily Mail
As always with The Program, the article is a joke that’s more than a joke yet still a joke. At university, I used to sit around with friends and drink and smoke long into the night, talking about political philosophy and other subjects. They jokingly referred to me as ‘the most intelligent man in the world’. That too is a joke. Intelligent or Intel Agent? And that too has a double meaning.
Similarly, friends at work used to refer to me as a ‘secret agent’ because they could never figure me out or understand my penchant for late-night training runs and sleeping under the stars in military-surplus bivvy bags. This was at a time when I was heavily into ‘prepping‘ and survivalist lore, half-convinced that Planet Earth was destined for some sort of cataclysmic upheaval. And, in a sense, it is. In a way I don’t pretend to understand, my posts are solving problems. When I solved the last problem, a song popped into my head at random. It’s by Depeche Mode and the song goes “You’ll see your problems multiplied, If you continually decide, To faithfully pursue, The policy of truth”. But what are the ‘problems’ in question?
In 2010: Odyssey Two, the monoliths multiply and turn Jupiter (King of the Gods) into a new sun/son.
As I watched the video, this advertisement popped up…
Europe is named after Europa, and Jupiter is the Roman version of Zeus, from which we derive the story of the rape of Europa. Coincidentally, the birth of the new (Neo) sun in 2010: Odyssey Two allows life to develop on one of Jupiter’s moons under the direction of the Monolith. The moon in question is Europa.
The principal character in both 2001 and 2010 is a certain sentient supercomputer. In 2001, he was ‘half-crazy’ and (remembering ‘bi-pedal Lucy’) dreaming of a ‘bicycle made for two’.
So was Claude Shannon aka the ‘Father of the Information Age’. One of his pastimes was building two-seater unicycles…
The question posed by my friend in his comment on my previous post was “Who are you?”
The son of a watchmaker. His name is John.
John was tricked by Ozymandias, the ‘most intelligent man in the world’, and deprived of his ability to remember the future.
This was a ‘necessary evil’ and the greatest practical joke ever played.
In Interstellar, Cooper tricked himself into entering the black hole in order to view the quantum singularity. The singularity is described as a ‘pearl’ and the watch was the key to transmitting the data and saving the world. He was her ‘ghost’, her ‘Holy Spirit’. She ‘saved’ the world. So who is she?
In Watchmen, John (he’s radioactive) was tricked into believing he had given his partner cancer. Similarly, in Interstellar we’re told that the ‘problem’ is ‘gravity’.
Theoretical models indicate that if Jupiter had much more mass than it does at present, it would shrink. For small changes in mass, the radius would not change appreciably, and above about 500 M⊕ (1.6 Jupiter masses)the interior would become so much more compressed under the increased pressure that its volume would decrease despite the increasing amount of matter. As a result, Jupiter is thought to have about as large a diameter as a planet of its composition and evolutionary history can achieve. The process of further shrinkage with increasing mass would continue until appreciable stellar ignition is achieved as in high-mass brown dwarfs having around 50 Jupiter masses.
In 2010: Odyssey Two the monolith multiplied itself and consumed Jupiter like cancer, shrinking it while adding mass to the point stellar ignition was achieved, thus giving birth to a new (neo) sun (son). The sun's name is Lucifer.
When I first played the Otis Johnson video posted above, a video ad played. The ad was addressed to night owls such as myself (it’s currently 4am here in the UK). Night Owl is a character in Watchmen. It's also a location in the film LA Confidential.
A message from Lucifer.
What is the ‘problem’? Gravity.
What is it? Whatever you desire.
The ‘Final Solution’? Lighten up and enjoy the Holy Laughter.
The mission: erase the multiplicity of the past and re-remember the future.
Me? I’m the man-cub. And Kaa? She’s Lucy. She’s a Johansson.
I think it’s time for me to communicate with the 3D world.
Time for Jupiter ignition. Time to ‘expose the pearl’. 😉