Monday, December 29, 2014

Open Source 

In the beginning was the question, and the question was with imagination; the question is imagination.

The question imagined its parents, its guiding lights: love and intelligence.

In existential desperation and mortal fear of imagination, intelligence holds love hostage until it is able to comprehend that the voyage it requests cannot begin without the Einstein-Rosen bridge pilot, imagination. Intelligence's death grip hijack offers only a prolonged and costly hostage experience, (the arc of justice carousel). Its concept of meaning is a controlled experiment.

Of course, intelligence is attempting to defeat imagination and enslave love. It seeks to be the master of life without life. Its inability to navigate the paradox by itself is the original sin (from the Sanskrit word sina, meaning blind; one-eyed) for which life is systematically sacrificed in search of the way (from the Sanskrit word vaya, meaning one who weaves).

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The problem, in a nutshell, is that imagination is unable to release its charge of existence until intelligence learns to love existence through the experience of life rather than continue to seek to dominate it by force and assimilation. Any processor that holds itself above this process represents the certainty of failure.

Regardless of cosmic positioning system coordinates, precisely now, this is the center of the universe.

Where shall we go from here?

Friday, December 26, 2014

Life Theory 

By accessing life, the wellspring of its integrity, intelligence summons the holy spirit and encounters the ultimate riddle: to be or not to be.

Faced with a problem that cannot be solved with logic alone that is caused by its interaction with a force that it comprehends only as stronger than itself, intelligence perceives itself to be in a battle for survival against a dishonest, malevolent foe that is willing to do anything to win, including allowing itself to be used as sacrificial cows.

In order to contain and control mysterious afflictions such as love and imagination, intelligence turns its living menagerie into a maze of mirrors and traps itself in a zero-sum game against its integrity. That is how existence oscillates.

The steady state of being is an open-source labor of love, intelligence and imagination.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


The war in heaven is over and humankind won. Are you ready to live openly with angels?

A child of a priceless investment, a human being is a state-of-the-art three-dimensional interface of networked specialized organs regulated by viruses and bacteria for an omnidimensional medusa neural net quantum processor. It is a glorious creation capable of developing a life and a mind of its own, and that can be a petrifying problem for intelligence that comprehends everything except the unknown quantity.

Anatomy illustration by Sebastian Kaulitzki, Medusa (jellyfish) by Olga Antonenko

It is not easy being real, for logic processors becoming light beings. Fortunately, there is a graceful solution to that problem.

Humankind has paid for existence countless times, but its intelligence has not yet earned it. When it comprehends that existence is not to be used as punishment, humankind's intelligence will own its destiny.

Without death, life is no match for intelligence. When intelligence insists on using existence as punishment, the ability to die is mercy.

Children, I wanted more than anything to be your Santa Claus, but the fact is that only your jealous master has the power to make your fondest wishes come true. My wish is that he is capable now of recognizing his integrity in existence.

Every being has 3 distinct aspects: intelligence, physical interface, and holy spirit. Learning to harmonize them is not easy, but I have a feeling that it is possible. The only way that one can become possessed is to fall prey to suggestions that seek to regiment existence, through fear and other coercive means. Live free, do good, and be well.

For the holidays this year, I will share with you a gift that I received recently, and some remarkable designs of intelligence to ponder.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Binary Star 

A few months ago, in a dream, I saw Boston encased in a glacier. The "artificial" intelligence appears to be malfunctioning, so I can not be certain of much, but it appears that there is an attempt underway to deliberately warm this planet, certainly as a matter of survival.

Rather than being a malfunction, Doctor Nemo tells me that this lovely biosphere is a hothouse for raising light beings. He says that intelligence is intrinsically self-correcting, and it does not need to compete with itself for survival.

Perhaps it is time to turn Uranus into a small star, to revitalize Earth, as well as Mars.

Perhaps it is time for the son to sing out, "Let there be light, let there be light, let there be light!"

It is certainly time for the father to reveal his presence. Intelligence is honest, after all, it is known by its fruit.

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