[this text is in process of assembly. l.e: 12.07.10]
“...of course the term relates to a luminous disc
hovering over a scalarly transdimensional
tree with its arms upraised... in the
gesture of sentient communion...”
— overheard at velocities exceeding c to the
Most Amazing Thing...
Contrary to our activity, the discovery and production
of more interesting or useful machines is not the penultimate goal
of our species. Whatever it was we came to be and experience together
definitely has more to do with animals than it does machines —
in every possible way. It probably has a lot more to do with trees
than machines, too. It definitely has to do with each other.
There are certainly hidden potentials in our human
theory and technology we have not yet guessed the shapes or opportunities
of — but there are also potentials in other domains we commonly
ignore that far outweigh the power of those we are generally habituated
to pursue, defend, value and emulate. This ‘library’ of opportunities
is vast beyond our wildest imaginings, however our access
is blocked by our insistence on mechanical approaches and technological
‘advancement’. The very ways of knowing we look to for enlightenment
are consuming us (and our world) while systematically pretending
to a heroism their enactions consistently deliver the opposite
I believe that the most incredible discovery
our species will make will grant us new and complexly
experiences of personal, social and cultural liberty. It will
be something we do together, for and with each other — all
the time — a very general thing. Having found such
a new way of experiencing ourselves and our world we will
remember our earlier selves as ‘having nearly perished in
the attempt to conserve heartful intentions in heartless vehicles
and transports of relation’.
That liberty looks like unity. Not an
formalized unity, but one that grows in waves
of explosive abundance and regeneration — beyond all definition
— any time it is experienced and elaborated by any interaction
at all. It looks like impossible movement, that grows more
and amazing with each motion.
In assembly and form — this movement would be
much more akin to an explosively positive game —
than a religion, theory, law, philosophy, government, or formal
way of knowing.
Formal vehicles resist change and are far too interested
in their own reproduction and conservation to deserve our undivided
attention. Informal vehicles are made to dissolve themselves, in
order to provide access to a transport.
What sort of ‘thing’ could relate to knowledge
the way that E=mc2 has come to relate to physics? A discovery of
this magnitude would awaken the sleeping potential for the opposite
of an atomic bomb: a star-birth in the inward domains of
human sentience — illuminating dimensions which have been forever denied to our understanding; this is the kind of explosion that continuously generates new dimensions of unity. We might expect to have direct experience, for the first
time in modern history, of a way of being together that would encourage
and empower us to share, grow and develop direct understanding and
access to our potentials — instead of predatory copies of
these things masquerading as heroes, while copying themselves endlessly
into every possible terrain.
I realize that I repeat myself. In part because I
am at pains to solidly convey that I am not referring to a theory,
or dogma — I am speaking of a transport — an
‘ever-growing set of ways’, to which we will at last
have clear and common access, and the powers of mutual uplift,
and celebration that will arise in the wake of such a ‘disc
Am I speculating? No. I speak as though I am for the
sake of achieving agreement to explore. What I am speaking about
is accessible now, and it has the power to end war, and to allow
us to transcend some broken toys that have kept us trapped in games
of mutual annihilation, in general.
Something got broken in our species, a long time
ago. And we can repair this something, together, now.
A long time ago an expanding ramp of barriers got
set up between us and our inherent potentials with knowledge and
relation. The time has arrived when we can surpass those barriers
even turn some of them to the advantage not only of our peoples,
but of the delicate nursery in and with which we proceed toward
our recondite purposes, potentials, and powers.
Up on Guns...
I have always been enthusiastically enamored of well-crafted
stories, and perhaps especially of those in the gardens of what
we refer to as science-fiction. As a youth my first intentional
forays into reading were in science and speculative fiction. I believe
in general that some of the most forward-thinking of our modernly
available parables exist almost entirely in this oft-ignored garden,
which has been and continues to be denigrated in in terms of how
we value literature.
One of the early science-fiction films I
encountered continues to stand out in my memory for the power and
clarity of its parables. In the film ‘The Day the Earth Stood
Still’, I see an example of our earliest modern stories from
which many related conceptual children relating to ‘aliens’
were to later emerge.
I think I probably first saw this film around the
age of 6 or 7. By this time I was aware that this was a ‘science-fiction’
story, and that adults considered these to be stories about imaginary
universes or circumstances — things that not only were not
real, but also ‘probably never could be’.
Early in the film there is a scene of particular import
to me: a large saucer has landed in Washington, D.C. and is cordoned
off and surrounded by military personnel. With a great fanfare of
blazing light, the saucer’s skin parts and a ramp emerges,
down which a space-suited figure descends in typical humanoid fashion.
As the alien takes in the scene before him —
he extends his right arm in a gesture of peace, and says in English:
“We have come to visit you in peace, and with goodwill.”.
He then proceeds with his left hand to produce what appears to be
a device of some sort.
At this point, he is shot, and as he drops the device
and falls to the Earth, the device is destroyed. There is some
as his robotic companion, Gort, disintegrates guns with an energy-ray,
emerging from its eye-slot. (It’s interesting that Gort’s powers
flow from his ‘eyes‘ — implying that power is related or equivalent
to ‘a way of seeing’.)
I felt like someone had just shot the
future of our planet, and me, and the things I believed in and
hoped for. Perhaps that’s too autobiographical to seem to belong
here, but that’s a matter of editorial concern— and
my experience was a matter of emotional and living concern.
We soon learn from Klaatu (the alien) that the destroyed
device was a gift from those he represents to our President, and
that it would have allowed anyone familiar with it to freely study
life on alien worlds. In hindsight I understand my outrage more
clearly: 'The Earth Soldiers just Shot Santa.’
I received and understood the shapes of the meanings
presented very clearly, even at my young age — the grave betrayal
of the military paradigm, that ‘people with guns’ are
the wrong sort of people to answer the doorbell that may ring in
the sky. I felt and knew that I was more of Klaatu’s ‘federation’
than I was a part of the species that shot him down for offering
a gift. But alongside all of these more or less adult concerns,
the idea of this toy of studying really fascinated me,
and it introduced an entirely new concept to my ‘imagination’.
I somehow received an ‘alien metaphor’
from that ‘fictional’ story, and what I received was
the shape-concept of a sort of ‘connectivity-machine’,
a ‘toy’ of some sort that would allow multiple ‘places
with people’ to be experientially unified. Problematically,
I accepted the idea, at least at first, that such a thing would
have to be a sort of machine... in other words, I had seen
no human metaphor for something like ‘impossible connectivity
game’ — i.e.: an organismal transport to miracles,
instead of a technological one.
these new ideas and stories fascinated me — Klaatu, his ship
— his mission, how different he was from those who would
raise arms against him. But what excited me the most I
think was the seed-idea that there might be beings somewhere who
were actually intelligent — rather than merely pretending
to be. Beings more interested in the pursuit of the fruits
of unity than the manufacture of the ideas that give birth to the
necessity of guns. The evidence? Our own world, and the myriads
of living symmetries there emergent.
‘somewhere’ might be absurdly close at hand
— not in space — or distance, but nearby.
The reason? Because somewhere there was a transport that could
unify us regardless of our actual location. That
somewhere might be as close as a game we can play together —
with our powers of sentience arrayed in a way that magnifies them
in a progression.
Eventually I finally understood that the reality was
even more un-expectable: we didn’t need to ‘find something’
(a thing) in order to talk with ‘Life on other Worlds’.
We needed instead to change our relations with something we already
posses...and are each born complete with.
And then I saw how simple it could be to accomplish
this... fast, and then I had the most wonderful accident of my human
My goal came looking for me.
know a secret about ‘science fiction’ that most adults
would never profess to believe. The knowledge of this secret isn’t
so much a possession as it is a power of sentient expression —
a way of growing and being together. This
crazy secret that almost all children are in wonder and friendship
with is simple: there is no such thing as fiction. There never was.
where stories are sourced — a place children are experientially
closer to in general — humans can only make stories about
things they’ve touched and experienced and have concepts
for. And in that garden there’s a living transport that
connects, sustains, unifies and nourishes all participants. The
‘fact’ of the matter is that this transport is a
friend of children, and it generally doesn’t care much
for ‘people with gun ideas’.
As adults, however, we are not privy to the transports
that allow children to deeply understand and even experience the
ongoing epic of the living meaning of things. Supposedly,
‘religion’ was supposed to conserve and liberate us
in this domain, and generally accomplishes the opposite.
Somehow, in the rush to become something that didn’t
get silenced all the time (i.e. children, by adults), we lost our
ability to dream ourselves into being — in new ways —
In losing that anciently conserved skill, we lost
access to one of the most precious precursors and protectors of
liberty, in any dimension we may name, experience or examine.
The loss was an accident of mis-relation, a way of over-credentialing
tokens, ideas, and formal knowledge vastly in excess of their actual
A competition-based toySystem eats its users in order
to sustain itself — first metaphorically, and then with direct
manifestation such as rape, imprisonment, mechanico-commercial experience
— war, and omnicide.
There are a lot of better foundations to
start and elaborate from. Almost any other starting place
is vastly superior in result. Some forms of starting position are
so vastly superior that they immediately result in transhuman experience,
understanding, and skill-potentials.
There’s something in the structure and function
of your own hand and eye that is billions of times more powerful
than the sum total of terrestrial telescopes, microscopes, sciences,
and computers combined.
This ‘transport’ you possess is not merely
more than the sum of what we understand as possible — it is
more than many factors of that sum, and what it is grows explosively
if we are merely allowed to establish the forms of mutually supportive
experiential liberties that are our birthrights, and the most precious
of possible inheritances from our ancestral sources.
They are also our most precious of protections from
the atrocities that continue to proceed from our unwillingness to
join together and face our true oppressors: broken toys of relation.
When you get right down to it — that’s
where the demons that are eating our planet, and our experience
live: in the dimension of conceptual models. For thousands of years
we’ve lacked the understanding and toys required for direct
access to those domains.
I believe our period of imprisonment is at an end,
if we can merely agree to explore entirely new ways of knowing,
with and for each other, in small rings of passionately committed
heroes. Those rings can make new rings, and little rings linking
for mutual benefit is the very game our human intelligence was