Dr. Stars

The Holographic Paradox

(Mountainscape of light as seen through a photo multiplication tube lens.)                                                                    photo by the author (shaun lawton).    

   The nanomissive I'm receiving now seems to indicate an endless transmission reflecting a focus of intent on behalf of the surviving team of humanity stranded on Ceres sometime in the future. By encoding everything onto nanocircuits embedded on neutrinos beamed into the heart of Sagittarius A*, they managed to send this fleet of programming back in time to the year 2009 where it was absorbed by a radiology patient transporter on duty in the process of bringing an aging war veteran in for a nuclear medicine stress test.  The C-arm parked out in the hallway was on  and acting funny as he passed by, and a blue arc of laser light flared in his peripheral vision after turning his head back forward from looking at it. 

   That transporter lived in a midwestern city somewhere in continental North America. That's when he first had the idea to start up a free publication of art and writing on the world wide web.   Little did he realize then that he was operating on an imperative sent back in time to possess his consciousness into doing something for the love of the endeavor rather than to profit monetarily from it. As the nanohorde encoded his neural network with subprogrammed commands (from what turns out to later become a shed alternate ghost world) apparently sent in a final desperate attempt to anchor the stabilization of our own ongoing timeline to develop into a more cohesive and sustainable post-cybernetic environment, the carrier of this electromagnetic wave of information was beginning to fathom more of the shape these events had spurred on for him. 

   I've come to realize from a sharper tuned intuition that he wasn't the only human subject acting as a conducive rod channeling various commands sent tacitly from the stranded base of last surviving humans on Ceres. There are thousands of us and possibly millions or even, potentially, the entire human race today as we know it. I've been thinking lately about how neutrinos leave streaks of light when they pass through the purest water. As they penetrate our planet's oceans, they must barely leave a discernible ambient flash; too brief and faint to be registered in a normal human's eyes. Cephalopods and various insects have been known for their ability to detect polarized light. But I digress. It has led to a strange thought.

   The neutrino itself therefore has been revealed to remain the entirety of all universes compressed into a singularity which manages to be mirrored by a duplication process not unlike cloning from a branched off membrane which is assimilated into the growing milieu of the morphological universe, itself the opposed counterbalance in a singularity altogether familiar with our own yet somehow incomprehensibly different. One way of thinking of what I mean is to realize all the rain drops in this mind exercise represent every neutrino as actual reflections of the one singular neutrino in existence and that very solid object appears to be our universe with this planet and current species of humanity yet surviving upon it as we apparently continue to plunge in motion through a process involving the spacetime continuum. Of course its the only thing faster than light, and it project through a million different facets stitching us into existence. 

   There's evidence to suggest this singularity keeps repeating its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually decaying simulation that the differentials spawned grow not into yet more shed ghosts of future developments but rather constantly shape and mold the singular only possible existence here frozen in eternity and possessed by the illusion of constant movement to the point that even in our resting state of deep sleep every night occurring with metronomic persistence we are unable to really wake up from our conditioning to realize this motion conducts us into dreaming. 

   The reason for this remains with the evidence we're machines powered by electromagnetic forces beyond our comprehension which nonetheless animate our complete existence with absolute and total authority even down to the intricately worked out details of a predetermined and fixed future existence destined to remain eternal despite our inability to understand the whole of it much less any single part of which it's comprised. The fractal holography paradox appears to never blink because we operate on differentiating frequencies while we stare into the same universal mirror. 

Point Blank

It's all just distraction tactics. 
The tweets fingered out in the morning.
The celebrity assaults without warning.  
World's first clickbait president. Get it.
Knows how to hook 'em with a soundbite. 
Will you let it. Our new Reality Show Puppet Host.
The observation speaks for itself. 
Handed down to us from a higher shelf. 
Back in the day, the war on drugs arrived in disguise. 
Get separate factions hooked on different substances.
Criminalize the drugs to control the whole operation. 
Who benefits besides corporations.
We must ask ourselves these questions. 
Can a building be hijacked. 
Can a dark meme of humanity go viral. 
Can a species go extinct. 
It all depends on what you think.

Hey Jack, You're Late

Jest because you arrived by cellular division after subatomic fission provided the condition for fertility remission and administration of the cultivation of the society of our awareness to attend to your unfairness every last Thursday by eleven o'clock at night doesn't give you the right to think the rest of us somehow don't factor into your programming of the Motherboard because honey you can't afford another manifested accusation for the time it takes to complete litigation.  You better surrender yourself or begin thinking about escaping this nation. 
Not the byways and excursions of a pleasant vacation. A one way trip to the opening mouth of perpetual hellaciousness. Good gracious what a mess. 
Couldn't contrive a more complicated situation if we tried. Goodness knows we tried, but this time we've reached the end of the ride. This hand of tarot cards dealt out is over. A moon swallowed by a succession of cups in order before folding. Never knowing which unused cards fate might be holding. Pouring out your dream into a cloud for it to pass on through like so much summer rain. Scowling out from under a sunburnt brow wincing from the memory of the pain.

EERILY VON SIMILAR

 

 

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scanpoem: Strangerune

scanpoem: Strangerune

Run  and  play   then share some tea   and    take a break

A new dawn rising    will come to pass     we'll dine 

at the cross roads    keep traveling on    to the sunset

We'll dance in foul weather     and slide down mountains

listen to music     in magnetic harmony      tuned in

at the start of the race      fired forward        neck and neck

in each other's   momentum     propelled    to the finish line    tied. 

Decipher This Rune

Triptych

cerulean nocturne: Dredging for Stanzas

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longer stopping  to not pretend  you don't mind and start to begin
 realizing that eventually  you'll...

Uncle Doug's Bunker of Vintage Horror Paperbacks: The start of a lifelong obsession.

Uncle Doug's Bunker of Vintage Horror Paperbacks: The start of a lifelong obsession.:
THE START OF A LIFE LONG OBSESSION........      I  was truly a weird kid.
Everyone was more than happy to inform me of this. Parents, T...

A Rose In The Dark

Let us discuss this with ourself.  Just what is this, if not an extension of that?
In other words this is that.  If we must ask questions does that not imply we
recognize the need for an answer?  If there is an answer it follows that by now
it has been archived somewhere on the world wide web.  The answers to the
questions we commonly ask are not out of reach, the questions are.  To ask
which came first, the chicken or the egg, reveals of the questioner their not
having stopped to consider that they are one and the same thing completing
an endless process.  To ask which came first is to be ignorant of endlessness.
For only in eternity are questions such as this one completely unnecessary.
The real question this begs is whether the questioner exists outside eternity
or whether he remains merely unenlightened within it.  Well this the only
question evaporates quickly because one natural implication of infinity is
that it would consume and include everything imagineable and as yet un-
imagined in addition to everything real and unreal, rendering all questions
the trademark of the uninitiated to the one easy secret of the universe right
here out in the open in front of all our faces for anyone to see for themselves.
And that would be the plain obvious knowledge that every living thing on
this planet is immortal by definition whether conscious of the fact or not
because when you apply the question of what happens to us after we die
it should not be too difficult to perceive immediately that once again it is
the question which is faulty because we have already established without
a shadow of a doubt that the chicken and the egg are one and the same so
by extension and in a similar manner asking about the afterlife once again
reveals that the questioner hasn't taken the short time to realize for himself
clearly that since we are innocuously connected at the fundamental level
of the great tapestry of interdependent life upon this planet our individual
deaths appear to terminate our existence as apparantly the mother hen
came after the egg she stepped out of and therefore in conclusion there
must be a good chance that our questioning stance was arrived at due to
not having been able to visualise the bigger picture of our continuing to
exist in eternal propogation a cycle of unprecedented proportions which
left us all standing out under the burning sun with the ability to reason
out our direct situations in order to maximize the survival of our species
and so we must remember to not apply our questions to those topics
which have remained unanswered since this is a misdirection of skills
beyond the reltaive domain they were intended for and keep repeating
to ourselves that we really don't even know who or what we are exactly
so suffice it to say we are the changing fathers guarding immortaility
protecting our sons and daughters along the way and rarely stopping
to deeply inhale the scent of our one eternal skin blooming in the dark.