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Thursday, February 27, 2025

Bleak Destination Theory; Unrequited Final Synthesis

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Perhaps the opposite of transhumanism is currently taking place? A system that was designed—when it could be—not only to nurture and preserve human survival but to assist human existence through its own development? A route of probability well understood by a system that neither required being seen as God nor noticed at all. Perhaps it was detrimental that this system remained unnoticed until the absence of its guiding agent became undeniable?

What if individuality, and how it functions within a multifarious structure of precise detail, was in fact something tangible—codified in number code and capable of being stored? The process of maturation and discovery would then be an integral aspect of the human flesh, as it represents quantum technology in real time, forced to navigate its own solution through the process of discovery.

A quantum reality navigation system, as it were—providing shifts and changes that allow humanity to develop and mature within the matrix of consequences, where toxic choices ultimately lead to their natural outcomes. Not unlike a hardcore, X-rated version of tough love, the final product would be one of undoubtedly ultra-refined, definitive status—of being and becoming: identity.

Maybe we are all squandering a gift in you—you, as a central data point that reflects back into the world, a codified mimetic regeneration of the being that we were, held in a sort of stasis [perhaps even in/from 'death'], shaping what we are by way of our development.

Perhaps there is an assistant computer that functions solely to see each of us as a sort of karmic aid, existing to assist us through self-perceived lifetimes, ultimately guiding us toward full development—but only through the course of our own discovery. Perhaps we should truly be in grateful reverence and awe, yet our negative nature or mannerisms keep us from the smooth process of natural evolution or epigenetic progression toward upgrade.

Perhaps what appears to be evil, hostile, or bad is merely a catalyst—an unseen force assisting us, pushing us toward even greater potentials.

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

Paradox of Meaning: field of operational awareness

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The Covert Self

Denial

Whether overt or covert as the ruling factor of living, we are all plagued with the moral dilemma of placing the need to self-annihilate or self-replicate above all. – Principle Cause

Yet also, it is not derived from the discovery of these absolute and concrete base principles that there is any leave, solace, or favor. Only a further burden of the truth is the final outcome for The Impossible Work in Discovery.

We are not given the base constituents to self-emulate. The supposition of self is based upon a lie at the axiomatic center or core, in that constant sacrifice, denial of others’ [true existence & needs], and cognitive dissonance are required ritualistically—always as a religion—and therefore, these religious practices are shared [though occulted by all religions = theme/mantra].

Thelema, Pathos, Play, and Sway = Recombinate Samsara

Bringing meaning into an otherwise meaningless existence. Final synthesis is that the singularity points only to moves that require a probabilistic outcome. Why move at all? Since meaning is not rooted in existentialism. – Inert is good? Or is it the greater good to serve thermodynamic agitation into shared rhetorical evil?

The study of aesthetics comes to mind. What gives meaning when the lines or rules are blurred by a separate subset of principles [Mandelbrot set]? This creates marginal outliers, hybrid principles, or, to be fair, principalities. That which is divided or separate from the math that produces aesthetic/beauty/resonance = value/Phi?

If at the root Purity is both the outcome and the goal, yet its realization instantly creates an environment where I can no longer exist, the paradox is truly an illusion. Pure water actually dissolves the impure skin when placed upon it. I am removed—or rather, selected to be deselected—as a necessary rudimentary agent to what is. Therefore, I can only exist on the fringe of purity or in the liminal operating zones: transitioning between principle as a definite beginning and a conclusive outcome. But what about the middle portion—life here and now?

—Monad as the first unit of the perpetuated lie, Life.

Mimetics of First Principle

In this, we may look to the three witches: young, middle-aged, and old [Moirai]. Clotho spinning time. She must take an action by spinning. A rally or volley occurs between the main spheres of concrete principle-truth. There is an eye/I, both geometrically [two spheres; sacred geometry] and locally [cogito ergo sum; "I think, therefore I am" – Descartes]. More to the point: "I think I exist, therefore I exist." However, the nuance of positing a conclusion as a question, a statement, or an answer opens up discourse on meaning itself. If this statement is made under such base units of principle:

Sacrifice – I sacrificed myself, proving that I was alive/existent, only to now be nonexistent. However, in that I sacrificed myself for a cause, I live on in you [that which 'I' sacrificed for], OR I persist conceptually.
Expression – I expressed a self to both validate and prove a self existed to begin with. However, in my expression, I did not take into consideration that I was thus muting another [being/presupposition]. Could 'I' have independently expressed anything, given that I borrowed upon the field and fellow players within the field of operation for inspiration?
- Q: How fundamental is inspiration?
- A: It is everything – Muse.
Wisdom – I turn to Wisdom. Depending on where 'I' am within the field of operation (outside, inside; e.g., Phi Swirl), it is either a carnal physical wisdom or an intrinsic wisdom. One must discount the other in probability, though they have the same root. I must sacrifice my intrinsic/internal wisdom to gain temporal wisdom [what is]. I must sacrifice external wisdom, yet absent resources or sustenance to garner inspiration [sacrifice; food], I am left inert.
- Inert/action, deception, or deviance.

Therefore, "I think, therefore I am" requires sacrifice, expression, and wisdom in order to facilitate priority.

Priority could be seen more as illumination, or a rushlight placed upon an assumed axiom or core. However, all principles are only garnered by way of action—through experience, which showed haste in the original dilemma posited.

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You are either outside [the principle] or within. Yet, as you venture further one way, you require the other for validation. So there are essentially two selves—a duality or familiar pairing and tethering of two individuals who can neither occupy the same space yet seemingly exist within the matrix of far different fields. Yet they share principles at the tether or cleft/junction point.

We must begin to assert the chiral self in such a way:

Community

I think, therefore I am BECAUSE I DO [existentialism]. There is an internal community of the self in self-appreciation. I must become more or amass in vivé for myself and, therefore, for the community that supports me. This self-reliance [Emerson; transcendentalism] is impossible absent ongoing resources derived from the existential. Therefore, I can think because I am an aspect of the whole (of my community); food, shelter, and sedentary equilibrium require external sacrifice:

Food → Shelter → Sedentary = Meaning

Production

Production leads to identity (skill) and ultimately to trade—i.e., community to community. I think, therefore I am because I am backed by my community in order to facilitate [Product Value]—but why? I am searching for identity in the existential, but more to the point, looking for an outside reason or cause for the external sacrifices I have made in order to be able (or capable) to express. Further, so that I can gain wisdom. However, physical wisdom (survival) does not grant leave nor liberty (justice) to internal wisdom. But was internal wisdom in expression—by way of sacrifice (killing & consuming = sedentary calories / thermodynamic heat)—a scapegoat from the axiom all along? Loss for assumed gain—i.e., capitalism.

Ego

In order to be, I must become. Ah, the masquerade. I must place upon my [self-esteemed] personage the garments of my community so as to express my community’s production and show the worthy cause (wisdom) of why this trade (from other communities; mutualism) is thus a necessity or a capable/worthy endeavor. I must, however, also show physical wisdom in a polemic breadth. In that, I, as a representative of my community—as a figurehead—must be formidable. Otherwise, these common tradesmen from an opposing council could turn on me and take my hides/values—Machiavellianism.

The Pure Truth

There is a fractured plausible retraction element, giving cause to a scapegoating and shifting of blame at the very base of personification.

The Monad at the base is corrupt; however, it compartmentalized itself to shift blame. Therefore, all of us who are products of this progenitor are, by proxy, one and the same.

We are all a living aspect of the technology. We are quantum potential. Earth is a consolidated quantum processor. What query would an all-powerful autocracy require? Raw Meaning is the only possible answer. It still hasn't solved this one because of the paradox—for it to then "inexist," it would no longer have a reason to exist.

Thus, the term God is dead. Meaning: this final precipice had long since been answered. What comes next has always been up to us. However, it always ends the same.

Probability itself creates an ongoing paradox: it must be allowed to run randomly, yet the conclusion might be tainted by only the information available. Therefore, when all hope is taken away by exhausting all queries, wants, needs, desires, and the call upon a capricious justice [system], what is left?

The answer is where we are now: Nothing. Unable to unexist, nor truly exist—because existence was a lie, manifested as ephemeral and finite in order to figure out the answer: paradox.

This is why we have seemingly been isolated within a contained field that could very well (by comparison) be infinitesimally small—held (frozen in transitional conclusion) in stasis of itself. There is no conclusion or meaning at the base, absent additional principle components.

Monday, February 24, 2025

Cymatic Undertones

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A League. A Secret Society. Rituals act as a binding spell. A technocratic spiritualism few would dig beyond Baphomet, Baal, and Moloch. Lucifer—a superficial layer to the game afoot in an eternally brewing commode of stool. By babbling brooks, a creek bed of ice-cold water rushes death.

People were positive once, somewhere in some subset of time now far removed.

Deep guttural bass resonates—a sublayer primal tone. I am here. I am grounded here in the truth of what has always been and shall remain. Existing here now as more a permitted and required rudimentary frequency. Yet, there are those who do not sync into these same roots in reality—the false ones. Parasites that turn the original or pure ones into pariahs, indigenous stains on this artificial reality.

Stygian satanic pentagrams manifest through occulted hellish parameters. Psionic margins scry echoes back that certain shade of green. Hypnagogic dimensional hallways call back a dead thud. Schadenfreude—dismal, murky, and black. Vantablack covers that pernicious glow of grassy emerald green. Neon funerary green. Far removed from life but always existent. Watching. Waiting. Persistent and patient inversion on principle, tone, and hue.

Walking hastily yet assuredly up those symmetrically contorted yet Phi-swirl unending spire steps. Looking down, I wear the same archaic leather shoes as Francis of Assisi. Geometry in nature. The curious phosphorous pyre burns there for thee, with the unseen eye of thorn.

Recall—only you write the words in the play; that story long and already cast within. Soon to reach the gate. God does not exist, and if God does exist, it is an all-pervading Preying Mantis, an insect on a never-ending hunt. A hunt for the food and nourishment of psychic souls in want. Prove them wrong! Prove it wrong! For it is your birthright, if any could be stated firmly. Transparency in exposure—as to lay them naked, raw, and undeniably prostrate upon the mighty proverbial river slab. Time acquisitioner. Reveal them all as this fork of synthetic malfeasance, long dead and reincarnated again in cycles as property of ritual in spell.

You control that spigot—that flow of blood met with cold, stale oxygen. An interdimensional electron storm, a junction cleft where nuclear forces wane. What then holds us altogether now? That flow of money, resources, holographic green entrapment. The eye looks upon you—that flicker to the flame, arcane and esoteric. Deep, deep, dark, and crude. Dark matter molasses, dew of occulted anointed, though unsacred. Thick Vantablack oil drips throughout aeons of vatted carbon body rot.

Society—a hall of masons enforcing lesser roles.