It is hard to concisely explain my train of thought as of today. With few things lining up, but all seeming to converge to a point: some personal, free overflowing everywhere, others at the macro level, the point at a pins tip.
What is most important is not that I cannot explain it, but that it is occurring in more places then just in my Reality. What I hope to at least understand is that what is occurring becomes clearer with one concept I have most recently in the last I’d say 2 years realized, always known just solidified. This it a modest occurrence, it is the realization that there is a handshake behind any bamboozle. For those that like to dive into purity and ancestrally gods, these are not immune.
Priest: Conducers of Truth
I recall a personal epiphany in which I understood that behind the Mayan colonization is the Mayan hand shaking the Anglo one. Deal dealt in blood, rape and loss. Then much like now knowledge was power. To predict is to control.
Let us call upon Mel. Mel Gibson, for his movie is so fresh in our collective memory stream, which is always in a schizoid flux. Let us picture the Mayan priest versed is all the ancient secrets and knowledge, through him we knew the gods, through him his power helped us see the face of the gods, their love and their anger. Him, the priest, asked us to sacrifice a few to subdue the omnipotent ones. A simple prediction from the omni-conduit came proof of the destructive power of a lie. Predictable celestial bodies became the tool to control the masses and show them the indiscriminate destructive power of the gods.
I also start to direct my focus on the Mayan ruins, legacy shrouded in mystery. To step into the once lustrous ruins was to be of the elite class. If by some occurrence you, as a peasant class found yourself in this sacred place what were the chances that you could understand any of the coded language that surrounded you. At present, to step into the ruins what is the meaning of this occupation? You could be of peasant class or of the elite to execute this action although more and more we are restricted entry because of age and entropy, but to understand the secrets heavily veiled with age, from which class would you need to be from or flow in?
The Virgin Mary
Lets try to reach inside and find the real purity; If that is a possibility, purity. The one gift that is sacred is to give life. More precisely represented is the ability to incubate a thought. Many a times there has been a need to make a concept more native to another's understanding. The honey added to the poison (or medicine, however you choose to see it or it chooses to be seen) reflects this want to hold on to this modest idea I am trying to erode to, a more modest belief that allows a release of power.
Some would say a weakness in ones Self others say a stepping down from arrogance. A possible rephrasing: From primal to civil we gain power to control and manipulate. In finding that what is created is not mystical, arrogance is cultivated. A whipping girl is established soon we all are gods with free will to create or destroy. The priorities shifted from process to product, from Virgin to Christ.
When Consumption Becomes Replication
All things, to me, are fluid. This is, like all things mentioned, personal physics which allow me to stumble and manifest Truths that interconnect. During one of my liquid ventures I stumbled onto a word (This word is Conducer) that describes a phenomenon that I have been trying to grasp to understand. This phenomenon involves an embedded urge we all have, which is the urge to create.
Yes the obvious urge that comes to mind is the want to create another, which is the sexual urge we all have. I want to go further into this idea and explore the urge to create a self, create a reality, create a structure, create a language, create art, but giving attention to a system that taps into this urge and stimulates it. This creative urge could be a biological survival tactic or learned conditioning, as of now it is really not important where it comes from but that it is the urge that is simulated by things such as video games, virtual worlds, networking sites and other newer technologies or to be specific, technologies that have an entertainment element to them and some how helps us achieve a higher state of content. Such things have always existed that cater to that urge: cooking, sports, arts, and Self-Realization. What is different is the way the experience is mediated by parameters chosen by another.
This word or noun, the conducer, is referring to the one that is not only a consumer but also a producer, intertwined and eating itself.
EX: An avatar created by one existing in Second-Life manipulating, creating in a world that is in-part created buy another…I mean by another consuming producing then consuming its own, an experience where consumption and production are synonymous. Is this any different then what once existed? Is this just a clearer definition of what is human or Humanism?
My hope is not to confuse but to communicate in an easier form. All thoughts are solid in creation, pulled apart to share. This is where things are lost and the vacuum between you and I resides. Work is needed to stitch these things together and find a forum where we can endure.
Sitting on my steps as my blue sky becomes a gridded haze,
-DBL
What is most important is not that I cannot explain it, but that it is occurring in more places then just in my Reality. What I hope to at least understand is that what is occurring becomes clearer with one concept I have most recently in the last I’d say 2 years realized, always known just solidified. This it a modest occurrence, it is the realization that there is a handshake behind any bamboozle. For those that like to dive into purity and ancestrally gods, these are not immune.
Priest: Conducers of TruthI recall a personal epiphany in which I understood that behind the Mayan colonization is the Mayan hand shaking the Anglo one. Deal dealt in blood, rape and loss. Then much like now knowledge was power. To predict is to control.
Let us call upon Mel. Mel Gibson, for his movie is so fresh in our collective memory stream, which is always in a schizoid flux. Let us picture the Mayan priest versed is all the ancient secrets and knowledge, through him we knew the gods, through him his power helped us see the face of the gods, their love and their anger. Him, the priest, asked us to sacrifice a few to subdue the omnipotent ones. A simple prediction from the omni-conduit came proof of the destructive power of a lie. Predictable celestial bodies became the tool to control the masses and show them the indiscriminate destructive power of the gods.
I also start to direct my focus on the Mayan ruins, legacy shrouded in mystery. To step into the once lustrous ruins was to be of the elite class. If by some occurrence you, as a peasant class found yourself in this sacred place what were the chances that you could understand any of the coded language that surrounded you. At present, to step into the ruins what is the meaning of this occupation? You could be of peasant class or of the elite to execute this action although more and more we are restricted entry because of age and entropy, but to understand the secrets heavily veiled with age, from which class would you need to be from or flow in?
The Virgin MaryLets try to reach inside and find the real purity; If that is a possibility, purity. The one gift that is sacred is to give life. More precisely represented is the ability to incubate a thought. Many a times there has been a need to make a concept more native to another's understanding. The honey added to the poison (or medicine, however you choose to see it or it chooses to be seen) reflects this want to hold on to this modest idea I am trying to erode to, a more modest belief that allows a release of power.
Some would say a weakness in ones Self others say a stepping down from arrogance. A possible rephrasing: From primal to civil we gain power to control and manipulate. In finding that what is created is not mystical, arrogance is cultivated. A whipping girl is established soon we all are gods with free will to create or destroy. The priorities shifted from process to product, from Virgin to Christ.
When Consumption Becomes Replication All things, to me, are fluid. This is, like all things mentioned, personal physics which allow me to stumble and manifest Truths that interconnect. During one of my liquid ventures I stumbled onto a word (This word is Conducer) that describes a phenomenon that I have been trying to grasp to understand. This phenomenon involves an embedded urge we all have, which is the urge to create.
Yes the obvious urge that comes to mind is the want to create another, which is the sexual urge we all have. I want to go further into this idea and explore the urge to create a self, create a reality, create a structure, create a language, create art, but giving attention to a system that taps into this urge and stimulates it. This creative urge could be a biological survival tactic or learned conditioning, as of now it is really not important where it comes from but that it is the urge that is simulated by things such as video games, virtual worlds, networking sites and other newer technologies or to be specific, technologies that have an entertainment element to them and some how helps us achieve a higher state of content. Such things have always existed that cater to that urge: cooking, sports, arts, and Self-Realization. What is different is the way the experience is mediated by parameters chosen by another.
This word or noun, the conducer, is referring to the one that is not only a consumer but also a producer, intertwined and eating itself.
EX: An avatar created by one existing in Second-Life manipulating, creating in a world that is in-part created buy another…I mean by another consuming producing then consuming its own, an experience where consumption and production are synonymous. Is this any different then what once existed? Is this just a clearer definition of what is human or Humanism?
My hope is not to confuse but to communicate in an easier form. All thoughts are solid in creation, pulled apart to share. This is where things are lost and the vacuum between you and I resides. Work is needed to stitch these things together and find a forum where we can endure.
Sitting on my steps as my blue sky becomes a gridded haze,
-DBL