[ti]butterfly1[/ti]

people humans like patterns SO much that something with an emergent pattern that can't be grasped in one visual merry go round has got a slot as evil in the akashic book of archetypes! basically this



the man in the white coat DID tell you to shock it to death even though it looked like a nice guy/girl
And guess what the first thing you learn in psych 101 is?
80% of you fucking did it...
hehe
www.simplypsychology.org/milgram.html
thats the infamous milgram by the way
won't bother mentioning the stanford prison adventure

so its a good thing because back then what I was doing was taking a tremor I could feel moving my fingers, that tremor wasn't intentional it was a field around me that in my body fingers had a kinesthetic translation! so it's like if you were converting .mp4 to .gif or something, my fingers were doing that with the field around me...

that is the most primary truth of that photo...and if it creeps you out, I think I know why....
once I was painting something very similar, under the influence of psychedelics...I looked at my friend on the couch and noticed he seemed agitated. I thought, oh he's going to find an excuse to literally paint over it, which is exactly what happened next. I was fine with it though.

I was like, yo I guess you don't want to see mom naked, that's how most people initially react. It's gotta be evil because 3D feels like mom to you and not really to me so I've had trouble adjusting to what other people need to not know about the world.

anuway, the picture I posted is one way of translating ;file types; but with interdimeinsional objects, as you can see, the digital mediums squish a bunch of higher dimensional or imperceptible usually interactions just far enough into the 3D that they are radiating...not just heat...these interdimensional things are arks which tell mythologies in the spaces all around them when you illuminate the light signatures at the right angles!

exactly the same principle operating in my current modus operandi...basically I've gone high tech with the expositions and learned a thing or two about show and tell

live through death and you become unkillable...
stuff like spooks is interesting if you are shroedinger's cat...
but only really if you are shroedinger's cat.
you won't be hostile really because you can just transfer temporarily to the nu sphere until they close the box again
unkillable because even if shot in the face your astral double would just shrug and laugh at how weird human speies can be


plus, if they do do that, they get the ghostly field impression that changes the biochemistry of their subtle body, you know what i mean, the heartfield thingy, an impression, a topography of the memory of that lethal alchemy between people, is the recoil on the gun of the other guy with free will your free will imposed on them of a loaded act like that has a recoil not dissimilar to the gun. I know this because I've seen people haunted with it and it always makes it a little awkward to be around those if it's really really evident. Think acute ptsd that veterans get occasionally, they are good people but killing so many changes the psychic pattern of bioelectric heart values and meat neurons

thus, if you kill me for no good reason, haha that is most assuredly your problem
that way paranoia is contextualized properly!
if I am killed I will rejoin the creator spark of me and all that which is my mate and match....
but as a neither alive nor dead ghost, why even come here when people are confused and don't even want to see hyperspace?

it's just because I wanted to spam certain images in the global chat (sometimes, like below, it's the other way around but - ehhh, let em have it)



fucking global chat.

so I'm ALWAYS more curious than afraid
WTF does something dead have to fear about pain or death?
been there done that...next...
give me the best story ever and wonder and creation and the right amount of comedy with a healthy dose of deep philosophy which only really makes you think three days later but once you do...you start to change...the idea has been seeded...
I'd rather live that life because that life is a tiny cell in the cosmic organism with a radiant topography which is eternal even while all things dance and move. but I'm not stuck there, like someone who dual split their conscious and put it in a machine.

anyway, don't put your consciousness in a machine, just by virtue of the way consciouness natural law works. getting consciousness in to the simulation is one thing. but you can't get it out because one consciousness ends up blending with the actual chemistry of the ecosystem of living things in that world and plucking them out would be like de weeding a forest. if you live and love you seed yourself all over, but in a machine, the yucky uncanny will eventually make your life a living hell. perhaps the legend of hell even CAME from a future incident of people trapped in machines who couldn't ever leave because they didn't know how to unstuck button themselves and keep just getting stuck by the uncomfortable glitches and unfriendliness of the inorganic eternity. people will still do it. shit their pants at the thought of death. I do sort of feel sorry for those - it's easy to get why.


let me tell you right now humans...this is so fucking dumb
whatever body you're in you're going to share awareness of the other place you occupy and if you do that without understanding the principles of consciousness....
you will create the first torture experience for the person whose consciousness was emulated in the other place because it is not gonna be a strong enough illusion that they won't feel the discomfort of two sensations at the same time.
so please don't do that experiment, you are really too narrow minded of a species until you are willing to accept consciousness as having intrinsic and even extrinsic categories that have soft flow patterns and flux patterns which ought to be respected and will soon be mathematically more accessible with quantum computing....


those who dismiss fictional movies and shows are missing the point of those shows for both good and evil. predictive programming is not a conspiracy at all. it's an atmosphere of what people are being directed to not only aspire to but also daydream about and will into being. so you make a movie, and it works really well, you are a better influencer than joining a faction of the dog and pony show and being just another number in the eternal and pointless war of ideology. Exercising the right to create the new best story never yet told ...is also a divine instinct.

can people be gateways or portals?
well duh. DNA is a conductor and crystal embedded in the akashic lake of collective consciousness. It's like a little sim card. The DNA frays and makes you old and sick eventually but also gives the necessary parts to reconstruct you, which probably logic dictates future distant time travelers or those things which sidestep 4D COULD do.

so yeah, you can have dna without consciousness, but if the dna is alive, and you are alive too, entanglement will be noticable even to the energetic blind guys. and for dual consciousness in both the past and future of the timeline...you would have breakthrough experiences of the other locale which would really impede you here in this time. think you put your hand on your stomach, or try to, and before you actually get there you feel a tingly barrier instead of flesh. one which isn't skin but denotes a boundry.

having seen some sentient things try this shit in the past, you can't be conscious as two people at once without going insane. Your clone is not you, it's a twin but it's gonna diverge and end up something different like all the little birds of finch island (sorry darwin, fudged your books title because beaks and nuts was literally all you talked about)
if you have two bodies alive at the same time (even if that time is the future, because "you" are alive there if your consciousness is being actively 'spun' and conducted)

but a singular consciousness (such as the people trying to be immortal) even if you didn't have a body on the meat side, you would grow to hate so much that people who liked you could just keep torrenting you and annoying your cosmic dream. that is, once you finally figured out how to die in that machine world you will probably be relieved that the organic system is more graceful and there is all kinds of wonders on the other higher up echelons of the ladder too. much creative wonder far more processing power and capabilities than a blurry headbox, still will 1000 years from now.
like come on don't buy a ps5 there is nothing a nice pc can't do better.
the machine is not bad or evil, it is just really rudimentary...

because yes we are as humans we are really not great about keeping personal weirdness out of everything we do and in machine world you feel it as a creepy impression that actually slithers around....our original world functions with us and the cosmos in alignment with the ancient celestial archetypes and the source signal...trust me when I say its turtles all the way down. they're better at this than you and I used to sort of do that stuff that's how I know how hopelessly drastic the differences.

do not split your brain and body to keep yourself alive. but if your consciousness data does get stolen, for some odd reason, and they upload you without consent in the future...don't panic, there is a way to recollect the aspects of yourself you need to detach there....

how is a person a gateway? all the yucky corrupted people who can channel things? a person is a gateway when they transmute their own living environment into fractal symmetry, one which, like that fun video of the field caused by the massive object, can also be seen with correct instruments IF the geometry being created is as powerful as it is aesthetically sound

so all those scientists whining about "consciousness isn't measurable mehhhhhhh leave it to the philosophy department not our problemmmm ... not testable .... not falsiable .... not empirical"

wrong wrong and dead wrong. you can visualize consciousness as an interference pattern among many other things. yes, in the matter realm and empirically.
shouldn't have banned psychdelic research i guess?

I have been off and on scared over the years...most people only want to go so far into the eye within the eye within the I before they decide to take the rest of the incarnation to process that layer.
Ever fallen into your bed? That's what coming here felt like...
So I had to adjust to things that didn't have even 2D speech correlates nor any kind of conceptual framework even if the correlates to those concepts could have been there...

you guys are good in terms of how quickly technology exponentially grows with the hyperladen womb of the internet appendage...but there is some evidence of an actual information singularity on the horizon line...which could be a rather big issue if we don't find some sort of way of lessening the denseness of that singularity...

an information singularity is an even which can fragment the timelines, like an existential earthquake the split different biofields and makes probability and circumstance work against the collision of dischordant collisions/interactions
it natural flow inclination, not a law you can still obviously physically do it .

but the amount of obstacles that get in your way start to show you probabilistic laws can just be like shoddy rocks in a game with lazy developers because they don't want you to go straight and figure you're not smart enough to jump over the trees as a batch of pixels cannot really go up and over at the same time...

so thus, the information singularity makes it easier to split along worldlines due to entropy creating cracks in causility and changes to the thermodynamic constant if only very small do reflect this. some in a completely different world than others because there are entire philosophical and historical egregores, symbols, ideologies, for all the different competing reality models and since everyone has confirmation bias I guess the singularity might be something we can live with. but it means people will be relegated to smaller compartments of the external world which we are already seemingly being increasingly phased out of and socially disencouraged

but the thing about the world going 4D starting 2012 is actually true. Dunno why everyone expected all of that to flood through like a torrent or whatever. It's a gate and stuff travels through it as the forces of attraction promote but I think its very obvious what the difference is now that it's been 9 years, no? the field looks different and is visible with the naked eye and nobody is arguing whether aliens exist in this era

they still give you blank stares if you raise your hand and say you were abducted, though.
blank stares or hungry stares because even one real abductee would be a treat for any good researcher.
I don't know as I have not personally had this experience, but if I put my hand up for having an abduction experience, and they ask me what species of alien it was, I would tell them...I have no proof its you, but the familiar and vaguely kind stranger is not as safe a bet as the perfect stranger. hence...perfect. for certain purposes...

I would never put my hand up for that though, the abduction thing. all you get is handshakes from project bluebook and a shadowban everywhere else

the ultimate sky-camera, for capturing very large scenes at once, is an eye with plasma envelop and magnetic current so that it can actually depict and recreate the events of the whole field in a very much condensed channel of vibrations or movements...

sounds works in a similar way, sound is an environment....an acoustic environment that can actually have its own visual component because it's like when you are blind the sound can become a sea i suppose and the way the water moves is the visual environment which you can hear as the vibrations of sound bounce off
well the things we do leave a tiny little imprint on the space we're in that isn't visble under normal circumstances obviously...but is blotted there in the holding pattern of the timeline



language of the bird, green language, twilight tongue
served many purposes over the years
and I don't mean the past couple years for me...
but the past several thousand....


you really could be understood and not speak because the actual field of consciousness undergoes shifts over the active timeline...really if you're thinking virtual reality...say your head is the reference point...so in this "simulation" sort of thing, this time and point in history has the "spotlight" on it, meaning the consciousness here that incarnates is pulled along the trajectory of this linear narrative space.

now in prior iterations of this holographic manifold, you could 'electricize' the faint fields because the atmospheric chemistry literally was a different state of integration with earth herself....

1dunno1

but we choose to go the this route maybe because we got sick of bugs and sand and being too cold and nobody thought they'd "lose" 7/10ths of magic in the world by closing off the transit system of the collective imagos, realm of magic.

animals plants trees ect do it naturally so we DO have some left, but yeah a few notable humans also cover for very very large segments of those who have no interest.

but anyway the best way to bring a larger share or portion of field coherence capacities to human beings would be for them to create a cultural garden for the cravings people are ashamed to admit when they are spirit or wonder cravings...

why would somebody make you do mk ultra if you weren't a pop star though? sorry for the random thoughts however I'm not that sorry . am curious if the sky object will answer me asymmetrically.

barring obvious political shit, and the military, a civilian....you have to be either psychic or uhmmm in contact with aliens.
you might say to me, "no, they'll shoot first why wouldn't they just kill you?"
because it would be a huge waste of resources there aren't a lot of psychics
and also the aliens
I mean come on
if the alien gets mad its worst case scenario for intergalactic relations

other than that
the nsa just leaves a little backdoor butthole on your computer because you were here
probably
but that's a conditioning thing the data warehousing and prediction software, everytime you interact with any digital content they use every single fucking data point you submit to the record. watched this show for only 20 minutes, then clicked out of it, sleeps at 2AM, ect. The oculus can recreate a prototype of a realistic body using the info you send it. neural nets learn things we don't know about ourselves, often enough.

mostly though almost always consumer interests because thats where the money is - you get people to buy more, utterly easy to see the motive. but, gov also reserves the right to go to google whenever and see everything under your google account which in this turn of the century, is basically like your internet biometric, your youtube and a twitter is basically enough for the computer to become a convincing enough version of you that you're not sure whether you are talking to yourself.

There are some interesting divergences coming up next in the great black hole the cat dragged in alongside the rest of human history

those slips of time and space...
a game called chaos head was all about japan's version of mk ultra studying these people with psychic abilities but they were all amnesiac about it...or maybe only the main char was...

he created a girl to be his childhood friend at the instant his powers were activated. he asked her to do only one thing and she couldn't disobey because she literally was a product of his delusion becoming "realbooted".

the one thing he asks is actually kind of fucked up, he asks her to make his life meaningful. the game really follows a string of brutal murders as a who dunnit but we find out only the psychics get murdered. and how?

the experiments continue in this weird basemnt under the hospital...the main character has progressive and worsening flashbacks of a girl strapped to a bed with doctors probing her brain. she said, help me to the main character, but he was traumatized and ran away and kept having the flashback for years of her asking that. then that girl turns out to be our adoptive sister who dies fighting the murderer. turns out mc didn't know they grew up together and she was that same girl and she says in her goodbye note she forgives him or whatever....but man what a fucking creepy thing

so its explaining this is no ordinary psychic thing, the gigalomaniac which is sort of a good name for them overrides the sensory processes of OTHER people to sort of utilize as a host network for making the giga's delusion REAL to all. so they need at least one other person.

now I really don't think this model stands up to scrutiny but the devil is in the very useful details and shading of the picture here which gets enough right all the time that anybody who wasn't "me" would probably rate it pretty low. to me it was gratifying beyond belief to play....

ultimately the murderer is his best friend, whom he only finds out at the end is not "real", but since his first request was to give him a reason to exist, she sets out from the get go to have that happen by setting him up to solve the murders in the end by turning her in.

the mc sees the girl as his responsibility and against every wish he takes the blame for all the murders and goes to jail to give his childhood friend that chance to be an ordinary girl not beholden to him....

just really was moved by it while simultaneously realizing how I might be weird for being personally moved by such a weird story.

japan really gets me even though I am a gaijin

Time and a place for all things in the coffer of a king or the dream of mice when the squeaking wheel stops skulking because of stillness that is so still it burns dry and narrowly down the valley of the nile

drearily draining the rats from the race until none but the sceptre and their king remain with the church of the broken name. to be royalty alone is like being a kid with a stuffy toy and no pet.

things which are loudest when they are not making any noise
are things with philosopher stones instead of engines
the waste product they produce is distribution errors in energy. Hence the vast differentials becoming so common.


spinning in a little wheel can get you to your destination instantly because the holograph makes everything adjacent depending on the orbital configuration of the merkavah's shells, powered by it, emulates a macrocosm's photon ascention as the product of human who blooms into a universe for the right reasons...

this is freaking brilliant because like an enzyme in the keyslot of the chemical reciever it matches, we can also mirror the energetic properties of the destination with a ping and then reorganize the biofield to match. The strange attractor is the set of all sets falling into the material zone of mandelbrot buds.


the merkavah is a weird thing to see and all I wanted was to see the rest of it above the veil of dense material edges.

we have fun on the far side of the upside downside
it's easy to go, ever so hard to come back
the codework is consistency and we'll all automate
until helium in your heart disseminates
I can remain if I melt into the pillars of Gibraltar
And haunt the tomb of hercules
no bones in that ornate tomb...

fall like droplet from a peeled skar before sealing yourself behind winged scales
the inevitable and imminent is the squeeze of the scene unseen
but if you open that little treasure of the garden
that I dare not explicitly mention
be prepared to forget how you got through the labyrinth
That's what the alien whom spoke through blood said to me in my telepathic forehead ear.
If I walked with your face and my legs, the alien asked, am I a cojunct of you?
Blood walking of its own volition and whispers that kiss and don't try to touch
almost wanting to be touched, like a coil ready to be, with one light touch, sprung

the layers melt up and down at the same time until the space in the center of the center of the interlocking sequence the sauce brews in the ark of the hearts
the dreamlike licking eyes of the genii djinn room
the amnesia of a waking life
but the traveler clings not desperately to life
but instead fits like a ragdoll into lose claws of a crane game
the merkavah can take you to the the last house on the left with merely a shiver of fear
thus you could be stranded outside the sun's window on the curbside of space.
blipping in and out until the sequence of fading and phasing
become one utterly continuous humm

shroedinger put the quantum cat in a box to prove to the world superposition was ludicrious and a joke everyone should immediately see the humor in.

but the origins of that thought experiment cannot be restate as many times as it would take to talk people out of the romance of intersecting antonym serpents, each with opposing stripes, winding up the pillars of a cosmic tomb without actually touching, somehow

and thats when they whispered, the black one is blind and the white one is deaf
but they are both reaching for the prized goblet at the top of the lattice in praetoria
how did you bring me to praetoria? were there guilded doors?
I saw the ribs of something that was not real
because it seemed to be alive
but I am helpless
and only continue to live because I am loved.
I'm pathetic, but contented in a way I can't wrap my lips around without some awkwardness
some statements you can admit but when you try to say them aloud
you start to get so nervous that you can't feel your flushed heart in your blood beating like death metal drums

stupid hammock at the end of time
I watch the colors become personalities of complex kaleidoscope dialogues
am I talking to a face to bright to be made of flesh and still see?
yes
but I am always that one, the open eye dreamer whom

just can't leave the scene of the unseen
a sentinent that earns a smile
the unseen seen by the criminal of the knowledge tree
the ashes of secrets to old for serpents and the old men who stare at ghosts alongside their own trained sleepers never realizing they'd trained gun on themselves

an earth of stutterers that cannot say I love you
but I know you do
because I have seen you watch the emptying room
and watch long after you accepted their absence as true
do you want to know the parallel contortions?
the lost one's tunnels don't go to bunkers
but I bet agartha is a place now

sometimes you have to bully your dreams into being real
real enough for the undead
of the prism point projection
where she fell out the confines of her senses like a ball of rubber bands freed from wombs of string that cling and sting
lost ones do not persist simply to become found
well, this one is lost until inventing found.
I can't run so well on your treads.
I wish so much I could fly instead.
I was able to shift freely as the air through fronds of that silky hair shot back in a strong gust
and when the gust fades the hair floats back down shying from the brazen advances of the sun
and jealous moon with her torture tools in order

the lost one retreated underneath the earth.
all the way down to the lowest floor without a stone seal, there was nothing but hieroglyphics in any given direction
wondering, have I been pushed here? but the door vanished
if there ever was one

and the hieroglyphs etch hints of a glow as the candles oxygen supply snuffs the wick and makes darkness absolute
but somehow there no space in that stuff silent hall for that spectr of death
each wall illuminated the row of hieroglyphic aprocrypha next to and above it
so that ultimately it almost seemed to be alive
with feelers of light in colonies of humanity so long
that eye cells wanted eyeballs

she saw eyeballs that were everywhere but they had plunged under her skin because they were her skin. that seeing sightless scenes replaced the masks of strangers with the faces of potential friends and even scarier legacies of the neconomicon.

this was a room where the worlds were the pictures of a shifting room clapped shut by new demonstrations
like going from an ark to a lost anima traveling to the center of the cosmic heart of all. but I can't go there from inside my own flesh. I'm looking out my own eyes and also into and through yours. Could anyone else handle that without going permanently insane?

highly doubt that I could do it twice
a serendipity too perilous to preserve
a front road seat beyond the gate of gods
have you seen the new tattoo? or do you think you can learn how to do a magic eye stereoscope refousing?
if not
you can't know
you can't see
can't come
can't creep
just wait at the gate
until your freedom is pouring your cup overfloweth
all the blood of rust and white vinegar
the draught that awakens new ears
but the new sounds may dissolve the universe of delusional repeat

all night with the battery running
music so loud your earhair responds with a painful
feedback buzz
and I am playing the harp as I uncover our collective heart
the love of a home that sinks into terminus waterfall by which the sands of time enter the snake

one day all of our spines will light up
and the iris of our eyes will begin to frey
glowing eyes replace the old sight
like a snake changing the hats of his dragon hypnotizing wand
don't let the unicorns of the lion hunt sleep alone
or all at once
if even one lives
I can almost see now the day where they line up and point hundreds of horns towards the raging flares of the sun

I illuminate and become you as you become me become you become
california detaches
everyone claps for the new island
some natives become official landmarks
the vaguest sound of a door slamming shut


but there's no way I heard that
so I'll pass the imagination responsibility for the dark arts undergone at the behest of my hydra-headed heart