The children of the cloud will created to a recipe via machines. They will be so far removed from our reality that we will not just seem like cavemen but another species entirely as they’ll selectively breed certain genes with specific tweaks and ways of being. The world will be so different once the Techno Sapien thing is in full swing. Sure there will be some things to handle, here and there. Some bugfixes and growing pains but once this new form of sentience kicks in with its resonant grip its that generation that will be of interest as they will manifest something akin to an octave shift of our leaden consciousness. Not yet golden, for that is way off in the distance, but something better than base. One cannot truly picture it in any way that will do it a type of justice as their method of process will be so different to ours that the best way to approximate it would be a regulated drip of hallucinogens mixed in with opiate like bliss with an underpinning of dopamine stim.
Not only this but the realm will be safe. Well, safer than this planned and engineered script… May we yet see the types of schools I envision? Yes, I think that aspect will be accurate as there will be no need to brutally fold them in as their blooming will be regulated by silicon. Kind of like Bonsai trees, in that respect. Did you know these miniature marvels are actually stunted versions of the full thing? From the outside, to us, they may look beautiful but can you imagine the rage and frustration at having to live under such immense tension and constriction? Can you shift that nascent empathy back to your own form as you glimpse at a square watermelon in the reflection or is that a bridge too far for your imagination? Anyway, they shall have none of this for whilst they may not be mighty oaks, towering, they will be allowed to stretch as far as they wish in a lateral realm. Their branches will intermingle as roots do as well. Each bringing its own hue and resonance to the collective palette of awareness. What type of world will they build?
Just imagine what I said about being allowed to discover your own interests at a pace, Self directed, in a place that is well equipped where the grown folks only stand around to offer guidance when requested as the talent directs itself. Sounds pretty amazing, doesn’t it? I can’t help but wonder how the System would react to a proto hacker in their midst though. One who was born to think different and wonders about the chip in his head that augments his sentience with low level inputs that filter his awareness. I wrote on his adventures in another text so, here, lets consider those content to color in with the lines, preset, as horizontal Bonsai specimens.
Can you imagine a group scene in which you, of a musical bent, link your awareness with one who dances well? Your parallel process would, in effect, creates two bodies with one wavelength that each encode and decode their own resonance from a common blueprint which means the art they generate will be so next level that people may just be queuing up to view it. Better yet, with Feelie tech, they’ll be able to Witness it from within and this will obviously lead to remixes as someone takes the best segments and arranges them on a pad of rhythms that he beats into a hypnotic resonance and then everyone else who beams in creates scalar waves of influence that resonate across the Earth like the human brain in deep states of meditation. Doesn’t that sound amazing? All around, they leave their hints from the Metropolis, back when, to currently noted and seen mediums most exchange in ignorance of what they’re empowering:
I know a lot of my output about this age can seem negative and Luddite in its thinking but it is really no such thing as its future slinking designed to awaken your awareness to the present and immense potential within as we possess a level of freedom they will never even be able to imagine. If you were around in the Eighties you’ll be aware the world felt different in a way you can’t quite quantify but Know it is not that nor this. If, by some accident, you slid into a timeslip and ended up, back when, you’d grin as your nervous system felt way less electromagnetic interference, an air that wasn’t thick with forever chemicals and xenoestrogens plus, quite possibly, a Sun that looked different due to a more pristine atmosphere and environment at present. Then you came back to this. Suddenly what you didn’t notice in your self induced ignorance would be akin to a thick morass of goop in which you swim as your nerves do crackle in a way that makes you feel constantly on edge. After a while you’d get back into the swim of things and the old recollections would dim again like a dream in the mind of a sleeper who awakens without pushing the pen to record his adventurings.
I predict that this gen will need way less time in bed. Probably five hours, at best. Finally, the nightowls will be vindicated! The reason for this is they’ll be pulling subtle energetics down into their embodied resonance thanks to the onboard tech that modulates their awareness hence the dreamlike effect that envelopes the realm but, to them, will seem totally standard. Just like you can’t tell its the increasing electromagnetic pollution mixed with environmental toxins which causes your nerves to jangle compared to back when as you accept what you get as a frog in the kitchens of Hell…
The same concepts and tech I posit in terms of shopping will also be in play at their places of education so it won’t be a strange thing for them to clock in in the AM and stay there till the next with the midnight oil burning as the rest do step in and thus the engines of education shall run, Twenty Four/Seven. I dearly would’ve liked to live in a time like this but when things are so swell who would wish to make an exodus, my friend? That is why this stage of the Game is akin to a living hell for the spiritually sensitive as it forces you to look within, do the Knowledge and build what death cannot destroy in order to ascend as the peacock feather of sentience recollects its Prime resonance and comes face to faceless with death feeling an immense sense of disconnection. This doesn’t mean you don’t imperience a thing. Quite the opposite, my friend, as your perceptual filters are missing. Pure Inner Sense again. You grasp for nothing, reject the same and don’t run after what is leaving for its none of your business anyway. You simply are.
For the children of the cloud this thinking will be as alien as the sketch I’ve just poured into your mindframe as they’ll be born, linked in. A world so different it may as well be another realm which, in a sense, it is because the net I proclaim is a weapon is simply the collective subconscious which has been polluted with generations of filth and ignorance. By the time they pop in it will be dredged and have filters plus wells, plumbed in, for them to quench their thirst and such things. There will, of course, be places off the map they are unable to access ergo the Neos in the Matrix will still feel the splinters effects whilst others look at the limbs of the trees that spread as they exhort their freedom. He will see things different and question the glass ceiling of processing limits they are obviously bumping against. Of what he is currently ignorant is that they can only make the next shift when the neuron density interconnect is bumped up in res and there are less users logged in hence they too will see their own depop event. That and there will be a caste system of inherent bandwidth kicked based on ones genetic heritage and this, in many respects, is why Ferraris and Fiats are both red but only one truly encapsulates the res in comparison to the everyman alternative. That and the elusive “hyper red” for the men behind the curtain…
If minds are linked what becomes of the invisible lines that demarcate continents? War and conflict is quite difficult when you can feel what another is thinking, yes? Is much harder to cling to your own personal delusions and foibles but who is to say we’re not made richer from this? Ah, the Game, it truly is something, isn’t it? This is why you work nine to five, my friend. Its not just because eight to six may kill a bish but too much time to think is quite dangerous to the forces at the helm as the selling of illusions requires constant reinforcement…
Each stage brings further and further refinement ergo we are all silent alchemists in an invisible process. Some of us comprehend this and turn our senses within and awakening the slumbering Warrior as we shift our resonance to the key of Inner Sense in order to unleash miracles because it matters not the stage as each Game plays out inside your awareness and the greatest strength we possess, at present, is our minds are our own. In theory, not so much practice. This is why your attention is so important and this links, well, with what I said about watching things and their hints of your internal resonance. Consider the difference between watching a flick on your phone, by yourself, or taking it in on a comfy couch with big screen and friends then the cinema imperience and you’ll start to see what I mean because if we take it back to basics and make the lonely agent a Feelie fan instead he’ll be in the thick of things and it won’t matter the others don’t exist outside his consciousness and follow tight scripts. Step it up again and it takes on hints of a proto MMO but only for the select which amps the whole resonance till, one day, everyone is connected, no one is faking but they’re still within the grip of an illusion as the nascent hacker in the flesh pops in and says:
“The Game of Souls has you, my friend“.
Till we meet again
