On Conspiracy Theories and the Chinese Made Genetically Altered Triple Set

If you know me or if for some odd reason have been paying attention to my interests you may know I think imagination and play are important. For me the potential is the forecastable future setting in cement. If it be,...how can I access more opportunities for art or how does this emerging technology set up possibilities that may come to pass.  

For this reason I have since childhood enjoyed ideas on Bigfoot and UFOs.  I find it disheartening that the CT term is now flagged and has been co-opted by people trying to cause harm,  But then…conspiracy theories have always been used to misdirect. 

Despite this I still believe in allowing the mind to look into the dark void of potential.  Weaving theories for creativity sake and safety sake. Yet I am starting to feel not all thoughts should be thought.  Who knows how powerful the mind can be…It can possibly construct the thing you wish to avoid.

I have many thoughts that I like to share with the close people around me (I thank them for their patience for sometimes I paint a dire picture).  I share with them possibilities and reasons I believe things are happening or potentials to look out for.  It is part of my practice, an extension of the creative mind.

Recently I thought of the term Scientist Monk to kinda describe what I am really about.  But labels do a dis-service, anchoring concepts that are ever changing… So let's discard this as soon as it makes an image in your mind…

I say all this to set up a simple and silly idea that occurred to me the other day.  

Why are the first genetically altered children females? Why the first twins?....

A disturbing thought popped into my mind.

The answer, a higher yield.

First, twins have a higher yield for the first try.  

Second, females because from this you can receive a higher yield for your super soldier army.  Mixed genes from altered and unaltered genes may have better results. I leave that for you imagination to decipher.

Of course this is just me thinking out loud, no evidence to suggest this super soldier theory, but…

I say this and the important part to take from this thought is…

This is the future that is not only coming, it is already here.  All we needed to do these alterations to the human race we have had for the last 5 years or more.  On top of this the powers that be have had all the reason and intention to do this.  

In closing this muse. Don't fear emerging tech.  It is our choice to choose the path emerging tech will take.  Don’t avoid the decisions we must make collectively because others will choose for you.  Emerging tech is not an unavoidable and set course. It seems that way because many have invested in this path.  I hope the collective catches up with the concepts of the possible future world.  Collectively engaging in constructing the future we all want…not leaving the construction to the select few.  

jj

30 Dance Offerings: In Remembrance of the Human Experience

In remembrance of the human experience.

I have spent days scrolling waiting for the thing that will happen....happen.

What a life of a dog. I watching my dog looking at the beautiful sunset through the bars that prevent her from launching herself off the stairs, taking the full last 4 in a leap like most pups would do. But today this pup seems to have a bit of problems with her hind legs. I suspected so much when I got her. It was hard to tell with the floppiness of shepherd pups.

What a bummer to be told to slow down at the moment when your being is wanting to spread in all directions that allow.

I see her and her friend the pitty taking in the sunset. What a dogs life to see this as eventful as days go by in the same space. As I scroll think what a dogs life when you notice your dogs have more taste in this natural existence.

This allows me to remember and watch the lighting storm passing through. A lovely sight in LA.

This human experience how out dated it is. The messiness of the body, the confusion of the emotions, the navigating clumsily through space. Why do I feel like the simpleness of existence is too simple for our simple attention. Why do I feel the more I find understanding, the place I came from looks dark and shaded like a checkered brain of dementia. Loose footing, grey memories.

My practice is to up root what blocks me. These offerings are in remembrance of the human experience…how precious and simple it is. How simple we are…how simple I am. How much we place in experience when we construct it ourselves but somehow experienced with others. These offering are to up root what blocks us from finding our true humanity, a sprinkling of everyone’s crazy ideas.

jj

To Many Joes

Imma put my fear of arrogance aside.

To find a flow that deciphers what I am feeling

What I am experiencing

So many have we allowed to give us advice on the things some of us know well

Our own body

One thing is to feel

the other is the intelligent to go beyond this and verbalize it

With Latin text or without

words are strung together to make a reasonable facsimile of what is truly going on

In modern times we do have access to knowledge

Possibly watered down by empty words

Knowledge no less

sits there for us to digest

I have come to a bitter and somewhat awkward feel that I am smarter than the average Joe

Joe may have qualities that I don’t have

and I respect that, Joe

But

I feel like we have to many Joes playing doctor

It is not enough to fly on Adderall past all your courses

if your heart does not open

as much as you slice open that flesh

search around

I believe you will not understand function

I will not deny the science

Just like art

the scientific method is older than we would like to believe

Seekers have always wandered into the unknown

be it with in or with out

There will always be exceptions

Incredible people come from all creeds

Not to often from the same pile

I believe

This flow is about my body

not a political stance

not an epidemic

a pandemic

its about a universe I have existed in and explored mostly alone

with very few navigators

But solid ones to speak of

With help from this and that I have scrutinized my existence

presently and until my blind eye takes charge

I think we get locked in routine

Every river rock looks the same when flying over the river in a chopper

burning fuel

If we all we have is a hammer

It is hard not to want to smash every rock

in hopes of changing the shape

In You I See Me, in Me I Experience You (Tells of the Two 2021)

Let me see my Self in your nakedness

The willingness to give yourself to me freely

In this I see my weakness to take

I take in tenderness with a heavy hand and firm choke

This you ask for

I only take that which I find special

My mistake to say the honest words of human emotion

confusing, messy, honest but convoluted

The mix of what I say what I don’t say what I hear is the language of two hearts colliding

The landscape I paint for you is a colorful watercolor of bile

This is because my human heart knows only confusion

My soul knows better but how can this be clear if you don’t know the language

still…I try

In my attempt to connect

My attempt to bare

In my attempt to be human I leave a mess on your pale skin

This is utterly confusing

There is much to hide in calm and quiet

I can paint any picture on this canvas

I can fool myself that I am navigating this boat

A simple boat just for two

Some how has space for three

In my attempt to be my honest self

I accidentally become your mirror

It was not me that I was taking to the shore but you Navigating to the place you wish to see

All along I was speaking for many

Crucifying myself with words of another

Owning what belongs to us and the other you pulled in

To make this make sense I added another

Never Realizing your painting you never showed was more vivid than mine

Your attempt to ask for more scrambled me to change my image

This lesson I did learn of the strength of my human intuition

I am fine with leaving it all alone and settling on mud delusions

In wounding my heart, in mending my heart I know my Self better

What can I say but thank you

For letting this immortal soul get a taste of being human