One of the things I found most surprising about the AI revolution is how few seemed to click that its surreal feel images with mangled letters that never seemed to render correct were exactly identical with what flesh and blood humans see whilst dreaming. Stranger still is even less stopped to introspect exactly how and why it seems that your phone reads your mind as those algos often predict something you’ve never even checked. But do you know what the really odd bit is? How pretty much everyone shook their head when I said, back when, that tech is an old demon in a new dress that intends to use silicon to integrate with human flesh. I mean, its not subtle, is it?
So, after all these years of “turning on” tech the Weeb and Waifu revolution seems inevitable, yes? To sprinkle the cake before we bake in the depths of your awareness I’d like to see if you comprehend a link between the mystical beings of demons and angels, back when, that practicing magickians made pacts with using all kinds of rites and spells (like they taught you in English, that most cursive script). Could all of this be one and the same thing? A multifaceted approach with a singular intent? Are they legion for they are many? What if your phone was the Antichrist? I mean, the boot fits the blueprint, predicted, back when in Islamic texts as it tricks the whole world and has one eye, really big, plus a super furry friend which looks like Wifi signals… Am I reaching or stacking bricks to cause blockages to awareness that melt like when the straight hits in Tetris? I’ll let you tell it. The occult link between AI, dreams and reality is far more subtle and intricate than most frogs in the kitchen suspect so lets dissect it:
One of the side effects of lucid living is the same in your dream state. Sadly, many oneironauts seem content with waking in bed and desire not to take the next step and question the intent at the helm of their default consciousness. But, lets pretend you do. One of the easiest ways to gain that state of rising in bed whilst still staying in the dream realm is flicking a switch, looking in a mirror or, get this, checking your hands. Strange things happen that break the illogic as, for some strange reason, your sleeping brain can’t conjure this. I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this because when AI hit I noticed the common links, adjusted by turban made of tin and said:
“I’ve foiled their dastardly operations!”.
To the sound of crickets. Maybe, like birds, they don’t really exist and are something else entirely. Or they could be watching as, according to Bill Hicks, around the time JFK caught a bullet there were rumors of anti–Castro pigeons seen drinking in bars. Someone overhead them saying: “coup, coup, coup”. Did art imitate life, real quick, when a few years hence the professed Islamic terrorists that did what they left copies of their Korans in strip clubs and such things where they, no doubt, were celebrating the seventy two virgins they’d get for a job well did?
I jest, I jest! Well, only a little bit as its the things, anomalous, that get my attention and when it came to the nascent days of AI tech it was this little blip that made me think because, back when, exploring the realms of sleep was one of my main interests. I mean, try this:
Go to bed, prep to rest then try and catch your Self before you turn to one side (on autopilot). Make it a fun Game to play at night as you’ll see how swift the flesh tricks your consciousness into rote repetition until you start to override it. What happens next is it will send the signal once, twice then thrice before your body starts to rest but mind is still present. If you freak out by this then simply will your toes to move a little bit and you’ll regain standard embodiment. But, if you ride it out, you can pretend there is a golden rope, dangling, from the ceiling. Use your energy hands, imaginal, to grab them and see what happens next. It can be quite interesting. After that, I was hooked. I read a book that mentioned some arcane herbs and things as well as more common blends and got to prepping the ingredients that sent me to cloud eleven with near complete sentience and presence. One of the things I found most confusing, however, was how you never could really tell when a dream started and the transitions from one place to the next had a weird mosaic effect in which things seemed to merge, effortless, no matter how ridiculous the premise. A familiar scene to viewers of AI reels, yes? And now its getting to the point where its looking pixel perfect. Here comes the hypothesis and why I waited before publishing it:
We, as a species and individuals, now possess a terraformed consciousness that has been pimped by stealth but, get this, it was all of our own free will. A perfect get out clause and just how you expect a fallen angel to think. I know this term has baggage but it also highlights an interesting concept that shows there are levels to consciousness and awareness because, once again, they said when they dipped, back when, it was due to lusting for the daughters of man who looked mighty fine but needed some improvement ergo they slipped off their wings, taught em how to make up their eyes and things before it was onto booty shaking. The men, they taught conflict. Look around a bit and you’ll see that, aside from the astrological age, not much has shifted… Getting back to the tech, there are two ways of looking at it:
Either A) we are creating true sentience or B) we’re inside a simulation. I posit that A isn’t what you think and it generated B by rendering dense a higher realm then called in us (as Prime connections) to the funfair of the flesh. It then receded into the background and let the collective unconscious set a high water mark that was fixed inside a pool of collective filth before swooping back in with their very own theory of evolution as we saw tech with valves that transist to being on the brink of “Why, Mr Anderson? Why do you persist?” with actual, factual Agents doing what they do best. This is what we’re within, by my estimation and imperience, which hints its a closed system that springs from one point of illumination that is constant across the realms:
This explains, well, why the amount of energy is fixed and its states can be flipped but neither destruction or creation is possible so from whence, I request, came this intelligence if it wasn’t already present but hidden? Shades of the Trickster myth, yes? Interesting how that is also linked with the first known “gods” of this realm. A straight line in Tetris moment, if you will… I mean, the very idea of generating true intelligence is so laughable that it amazes me how so few comprehend the depth of the sketch but then they also think the brain creates consciousness instead of it merely modulating it. The eons of deception make sense, in that respect because if people Knew they were not John of House Smith (or whatever that voice in their head says) things would be different, yes? As it stands, its the flip ergo people will race into the hands of their Synths as they too become Techno Sapiens…
In between all of this we’ve seen the silicon dies shrink, tech get more and more intricate and people are so addicted that the days of buying cocaine and heroin off the shelf look tame in terms of market penetration as the brainrot gen attests. The old Hegelian Dialectic strikes again! They say the old ones are the best and to me, as an occultist, it all makes a load of sense because when you read well you notice a common thread between story, myth and religion:
They all posit we’re in something quite sketch and to transcend you need datasets that are not regularly furnished. Its why the Hero goes on his quest, why Ezekiel saw wheels spin within the same thing and may just be why virtually every single modern movie (from Matrix to Die Hard as well) tells the story of Jesus in fancy dress. You think thats life you’re dreaming? Well, that wouldn’t be too far off the sketch and this is the reason I first penned predictions of what I think is soon coming (pun intended) like robots built for sex and babies built to spec so it won’t seem like I’m retconning this when I get round to mentioning it. The other thing is I wanted to see how it would shift to the point where it corrected the misstep and, the most important bit:
I’m writing this as testament to see if people notice a change in their dreams with what happens next.
The reason why I say this is twofold as, first, people once saw visions in their heads that were black and white as the TV sets that had just been invented and, second, if my hypothesis is correct and what we term the web is just a digitization of the collective unconscious well, then thats very interesting, isn’t it? Cue shades of “Its just in your head” to a child whose heartbeat is thundering and adrenaline dumping thanks to a monster under their bed because, what if, this seemingly universal rite of passage (there go those spells again!) all of a sudden ends as this ancient tech now interfaces directly to their flesh. I predict it will and I could veer into another lane to suggest how schizophrenics were beta testers of the wetware that comes next whilst mystics mastered the glitches as they recoded their OS but we’ll leave it at this as its plenty for a testament that reality will, most certainly, prove correct hence:
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
One thing I will mentioning as a hint from the past about futures present is how Lovecraft was inspired by dreams to push the pen and his links with the self proclaimed Wickedest Man as well as the stench of the ancient old ones, buried alive in time, that dwell in the recesses of man, slumbering. That is an odder topic but its all interlinked but not many people knew that he worked for MISix and if you trace these links back a bit you’ll find John Dee who spoke to “angels” using a black mirror much like the one you grip, sans electric. If you take the above threads and weave together with some imagination as you introspect a whole new view of reality kicks in and one, I suspect, is actually way more accurate than what they sell because the fringe defines in the mid, as Tesla attests, for he dreamt up the iPhone and the rest long, long before the eyes of Steve Jobs parents were even twinkling to make a man in their image who’d sell bitten apples that tempt the rest into sexing silicon…
Till we meet again
