THE EIGHT SEAS OF ESSENCE by andrew hennessey 1992
chapter 1 - 'The Voyage Home'
It all seems a bit of a joke somehow - this guy pretending he was James
Bond - and that I was a 'Clear and Present Danger' to National Security -
but I've been in the Civil Service - I know how these minds work - and
before I could say 'Beef Wellington', I was being introduced to Captain
Graham of the SAS at a strange dinner party in 1990.
What was all the bloody fuss about - well I've been asking that question
for the last 13 years - yet still - their persistent belief in their own
sense of right and my evil wrong has managed to raise my indignation to
boiling point.
I have been priveleged to witness the activities of the British Security
Service at first hand - in their finest hour - with their finest farce -
and can honestly inform you - that we have no reason to sleep safely in our
beds at night, for the prognosis for the survival of reason into the next
millenium is not at all good.
The whole affair started as far as James Bond was concerned around 1980,
which was a date of quite personal significance to me - for that was the
year that I was abducted by Aliens.
Those little Grey Men - came into my bedroom at night and took me away -
A little scene setting perhaps .... 'middle class suburbian bungalows near
downtown Portobello ... it's late - about 10.30pm, and I am lying in my bed
in the dark, staring transfixed in horror and awe at 2 tiny flourescent
green lights bouncing over all the tops of my books in my bookcabinet,
bouncing sedately from left to right, one following the other, they reach
the end on the right and bounce down to the next shelf, and so on, and on,
and I keep staring and staring - and finally I turn over in my bed and turn
my back on the whole thing - hoping that it would go away. I turn back 10
minutes later and the whole thing is still happening. I turn over again,
and fall asleep.
I sit up with a start, its midnight, my parents are locking up there are
bangs and clatters, and I note that I have left a light on in the corner of
my room, and suddenly realise that I don't have a lamp, so I sit up, and
there hovering over my coffee table, on which there was an atlas and a
T-Shirt, was a 2 foot silvery sparkling bright ball of light - casting
wierd flickering shadows about the room. I freeze at this point - then a
voice in my head said 'don't be afraid, if you're afraid, pull the covers
over your head..' Well I could see this ball of light approach the foot of
my bed - so I thought that I had better take the advice on offer .... so, I
pulled the covers over my head and kept my arms protectively over my face
.... then I lost consciouseness.
I wake up, and I'm tucked up tightly in bed with my arms by my side - I
can't move and have to stretch to free both my arms - I look across at the
clock, and its 2.30 am - and there is a memory, fading fast, that something
wonderful has happened - and in my minds eye, I can see little grey men
with pear shaped heads and black oval eyes - but I didn't know who they
were coz Whitley Streiber was many years away from publication.
A similar ball of light was seen by two people in joiners shop 200 yards
along the road that season, and round about the same time in Edinburgh, a
guy sharing a bedroom on the other side of the city with his brother, was
approached by a Ball of Light. He tried to wake his brother up, to no
avail, then the ball of light started talking to him - so he leaped out of
bed and karate chopped it in two - and it disappeared - to this day he
swears he killed God !
So what has this got to do with the offices of HM Govt. - well now that I
think of it - quite a lot - but I had no idea what was going on in 1980.
That's why I left the Spiritualist Church at Albany Street - where I had
been training as a medium - because it didn't make any sense -
The Cosmology of the Spiritualists had no room for what I was describing -
and certain it wasn't the nonsense I was being told that it was - I decided
to leave this impoverished perspective and find somewhere that could give
me a better explanation - I mean - there never were so many Indian Chiefs
!!, yet thousands of spiritualists the world over have one - and who was
the shadowy figure with scales and pointy ears that a medium called
'Michael' - he didn't look very human or fit the human description given to
us by the medium, to my clairvoyant way of seeing things.
So off I went to the TS, or Theosophical Society, and there I met many
people with a more sophisticated perspective of eternity.
That was when I located and joined the Scottish Knights Templar and
officially came to the attention of Mr Bond - who believed that seditious
plots against the English Monarch were being hatched by some people who had
a claim on the Scottish Throne. This was in fact the case - but I didn't
know it at the time - as I was intent on finding a reassuring replacement
for the 'Churchianity' of my youth.
That failing - I was going to try to get to the bottom of why reality was
so insane .....
This concoction has a few philosophical terms in it - but it will attempt
to resolve some of the mysteries of Humanity and what may yet come -
There are a couple of definitions that are required to keep
this conceptual voyage on an (at least) semi academic footing.
Firstly there must come the definition of the soul to give my
perspective a footing in Theology.
The soul is some emergent and essential ergonomic identity,
empathically harmonised with and transferred to some sub-atomic
sets, which may persist as a consistent harmonic relation and
identity or signal, after the death of the biological
(or electrochemical mould).
To add some realism to the science of energy, immortality,
although desirable is only a 'devout' wish, although there is
no way of telling where such an electromagnetic record may end
up in the context of the ergosphere in which it exists - and
presumably perpetuates.
The second definition is that of an archetypal bad guy called
for the sake of historical accuracy an 'Illuminati' although
precisely what kind of ergonomic light nay manifest from such a
subliminal scapegoat may not make itself known.
The bad guys are in this discussion to add a bit of Realism.
An Illuminati is defined as some (usually) paranoid people
steeped in irrational 'magical' thought processes who are
attracted to the idea of both personal and economic power.
This omnipotence of thought theme has led to some fireworks in
the course of History - mainly burning at the stake !
Putting together a set of concepts like; soul, bad guys,
eternal life, robots, teleology, and a very advanced philosophy
of science, we have the potential for an interesting discussion
about the differences in the linear paradigm of today, and the
context orientated, parallel paradigm of tomorrow.
Given that the rather large spaceships documented in books like
'Above Top Secret' and 'Alien Update' don't blow us away first!
It is the prophesy of science fiction that has led us on with
'beam me up Scottie' and 'Ye canna' change the laws of
physics', but around the wine bars of the galactic quadrant
they are still telling their jokes like 'Have you heard the one
about the Terran particle ? - It won a yoyo competition !
There are many possibilities in a universe full of infinite
quantities that are quite capable of generating the finite
quantity of one ... One Evil Empire, One Good Empire, opposites
and contradictions, yin and yang, black and white, a sort of
neverending story for adults, where all the factors of sweet
dreams and bad nightmares are alive and well and somewhere,
probably, kicking ... We cannot and should not run away and
hide from the many unusual quantities that are literally
materialising out of the great scientific nowhere that exists
in the grey areas that we have neither the ability nor the
equipment to measure - quantities which even if recorded have
only rocked the litter bin, not the boat.
At the end of this book, I shall present a Cosmology, a theory
of Divinity, which is probably based on sounder scientific
values than an average holy doctrine. I propose this Cosmology
both as an exercise in relativity - because of my discoveries
in relativity, and also because I have a right to make
conjectures based on rational assessments ... if it is wrong, I
ask you to prove it, and to do so with an argument that is not
based on dogma that is unscientific or illogical.
Look at it this way, its highly unlikely that anyone is going
to prove it wrong, and although it may seem an irresponsible
gesture on my part, it is in fact a sound reminder that noone
can ever exhaust the possibilities of infinite variety around a
set of finite parameters.
This layout of the 'Genesis' theme is probably not the only way
that it could have been done, but as an exercise in human
imagination it may be destined to have a foothold in the
philosophy of religion as an artificial cosmology based on the
dry syntax and semantics of a priori mathematics.
I don't know if this makes it aweinspiring or worthy of an icon
or two, and I must confess, It's probably something Mr Spock's
Ancestors got down to in the Rituals of Ancient Logic on the
Planet Vulcan.
Why worry, eternity must be stappit fu' (Scots brogue for
replete) with the most obvious and ineffable, laudable and not
to be missed religious systems - so here's one modelled today,
just in case we are not ready for the pointy-eared travelling
Missionaries from the Planet of Total Logic.
In the end, what it boils down to is that with the right
ingredients for Divinity, utilising the ancient strategem of
noble sacrifice, fallen grace, great suffering, rebirth etc the
Pantheon of Infinity must indeed be truly peopled by a myriad
of common beliefs underpinned by a similar structure. In any
event we are stronger if we pray, and if the recipe for God in
one sense doesn't appeal, there are other dishes that are more
inspiring and nutritious somewhere else - even if some of them
are an acquired taste !
The theory which supports this cosmology has strong foundations
in the philosophy of science as the grand unified theory.
I mention this because many of the other leaps and
assessments that I make in this section are also conjectures,
based on the sources of archaeologists of the unusual. From
what we know of the present, and given the survival of
constants like self interest and greed, love and suffrage,
labour and cost intensive energy distribution, power and
weakness, competition and failure - the potential for these
constants being part of our future is very great.
Borrowing from what we already know or have guessed in fiction
or in reality, we can have a look at the potential for things
going wrong, how and where ...
One of the objects of this work is to illustrate where the same
old mistakes could recurr in our future, another one is to show
that this infinitely vast display of energies in every format
known and unknown to Man can be explained and rationalised by
nearly every form and system already preexisting on our Old
Mother Earth, for the same Wisdom that taught her is equally
manifest in forms elsewhere, although the priority that those
forms recieve can be at great variance with the hierarchy of
form on Earth.
In this sense the Limited Independent Variety of function will
show a conservation of successful systems which emerge as
functional units under the same parameters of evolutionary
stress - nature is not going to abandon a winning formula.
There are going to be some rather naive mistakes in the great
party of the future, mainly because we have taken for granted
in an almost physiological selfishness the systemic parameters
of particle physics that we call 'normal' everyday reality.
To the inductivist, in fact, all swans are white until we see a
black swan, and in the symmetries which are possible in
particle theories - in some parts of the universe, all walls
are solid until we walk through one !
One idea is to present a very black picture of the most foul
concoction of problems I think will annoy future generations -
indeed in this respect, once the starry eyed have had their
party - it is time to face reality and even with the most
optimistic hangover, I feel that it is better that the problems
should be catalogued for that day. Call me a damp blanket,
ridicule my pessimism but for God's sake don't dismiss utterly
the concepts that I put forward. This is a book for the
future, an insurance against troubled times, not really
prophesy but an extrapolation from data we already possess.
It will assume certain basic things but will make reference to
various texts in order not to restate old arguments in an
effort to cover 'new' ground.
I don't claim that my analysis might be perfect, but in the
footsteps of the philosopher Karl Popper in his search for new
doctrines and sciences I can describe myself as making
conjectural leaps towards a new understanding of the Universe,
and like all such conjecture, it is testable and, importantly,
refutable. According to Popper, such is the method for rational
advance of science - a bold leap into the dark. (Of course,
there are other philosophers with different ideas about what
constitutes rational advance of science, but I think that in
this case Popper is the 'main man' - to use some dubious
slang.)
This is not a book about the twentieth century but it has for
its foundations some pretty dubious theories that unfortunately
for the academic are not going away - mainly because the
evidence for them being true is amassing and threatening to
overturn the paradigm.
Do you believe in remote civilisations, distant space age
epochs, a civilisation within the Earth, Flying Saucers,
Faeries, Gnomes, Aliens and the proverbial flying pig ? -
probably not, but who are we to judge - can we call ourselves
rational ? are our measurements worth something ? in what
context is our data valid ? One of philosophy's greatest
questions is 'will the sun rise tomorrow ?' and the answer is
that noone can ever be sure and that any certainty is false,
arising as it does from physiological expectations - at this
stage the empiricist or scientist will quote probability - but
the quagmire deepens because it is quite obvious from the basic
questions of the philosophy of mind that we can't know anything
for sure and that shared perceptions of some event can't
for
sure entail the same understanding !
So where are we at the moment then, there are more Saucers in
the sky than in the proverbial china store, and strange
phenomena are charted in an immense pile of literature, some of
it is self referential, but the originals are milestones and at
least they don't refer to themselves in their bibliography.
The answer to the Life the Universe and Everything is not going
to come our way unless we put ourselves and our minds to a bit
of exercise... the problem is our paradigm - it is a major
headache and barrier in our problem of understanding reality.
Lets start with the great Bistro Earth; somewhere far out in
the reaches of the Great Wall (A wall of Galaxies whose very
existence discredits the Big Bang Theory ), there lives a Race
of Philosophers and Scientists who have watched a travel
program on TV or Mind Implant Theatre, and have seen that there
is a place called the planet Dirt which has some very curious
and off-beat habits, and is well recommended by the shows
presenter as worth a visit. So the deputation takes the
HyperWarp shuttle and presents itself to the known cultural
authorities who are capable of giving them a taste of Bistro
Earth.
What is the Food of Life in this wonderful settlement they
enthuse ....
Well, they are told, there is this great dish called spaghetti,
it doesn't come from Italy, because Italy doesn't exist ...
[Logicist Agnosticism].
If an Italian Restaurant exists, then it definitely doesn't.
[Russell's Paradox].
The house specialty: The Universe is made of spaghetti.
[Current SUPERSTRINGS theory].
The spaghetti is not nutritious.
[Hume's Induction Paradox].
Spaghetti doesn't completely exist anyway.
[Goedel's Paradox].
The Gelati comes from the freezer to the plate for no reason.
[Quantum Paradox].
Diners don't need to pay the Bill.
[Maxwell's Demon's Paradox].
This nonsense of course makes the visitors laugh because it
sounds like one of the sketches on the Rab C Alien show, but
then they realise that their hosts are entirely serious.
And how do you repay the restaurant manager, they ask; with the
gift of experiences past, or a new skill, or the gift of a
language or an ability - er no says the Great Earth Delegation,
we give them these bits of metal, this is called money ....
The manager can use the metal however to buy the implements
with which he can acquire experience.
Surely say the deputation, this Civilisation must have a great
deal of metal to be able to have a population of Billions ...
The debate starts to get embarrassing for the Earth delegation
there, and as the penny finally drops, the Great Philosopher
and Scientist Race decide to embark upon a new voyage for the
lost planet of Sky, where it is alleged that some Human Beings
have their heads screwed on - unfortunately, the Robot species
responsible for that unfortunate anatomical fact cannot be
located - a pity, because they definitely could be deployed
here.
In some ways, vital ways we need something to pay the bills and
we call this system capitalism, yet on some planet in the
universe, the whole idea of a civilisation not trusting itself
and needing to produce money instead of trust and sharing and
social justice may be totally obscene to highly evolved lives
we may call X.
I never understood what this thing was with X anyway - we find
it in equations, logic statements and on the dotted lines which
have been put on the contract for the asteroid which is going
to be used to rehouse the population of Earth, the original
planet being turned into a museum for the study of monetary
systems.
This is something we must be prepared for - the proverbial
paradigm shift - the descent of something new. and what we have
in the way is a spiritual, moral, intellectual, physical and
lasting marriage to the paradigm of capitalism may not be the
most welcome standard in the advanced quarters of the galaxy.
This is quite important to realise, the idea that competition
and capitalism may be an outlaw philosophy somewhere else,
having been superceded by something more beautiful. The modern
day warrior in the battlefield of the market place armed with
filofax and electronic aids is probably the archetype of
universal and civilised commerce, for wherever there are rules
of supply and demand governing the distribution of any vital
substance, there will be a form of capitalism.
In a Universe of success and failure we must begin to look upon
the various space ships we see with other thoughts in our heads
than Star Trek, because Federation of planets there may
actually be, but who is it that has the fingers in the Earth
Marketing pie and more importantly we should ask who it is that
benefits, because entrepreneurial success brings also the drop
out and failure - for it is tough at the top is it not.
Obviously the Interstellar Races that we want to deal with will
give us discounts, trade and energy deals, access to the better
markets, designer transportation systems and membership cards
that give access to the best Hyperspace restaurants and
carryouts.
What vast sums must be paid by our multinational interests in
order to join this lowly backwater to transgalactic Yuppiedom,
are our garden sheds suddenly going to be targeted for vast
export as museum exhibits or are upmarket exobiotic entities
(to be non xenophobic) going to suddenly declare coca-cola a
rare coolant for interdimensional engines or is coal shale
considered a rare delicasy by a race with an armoured digestive
system. Well obviously those with the most market information
are going to get even richer, or at least that is what one
supposes. What dubious alliances are going to be made for a
slice of eternity and the ultimate ego trip of designer Extra-
Terrestrial Human colonies run according to the principles of
good 'ol apple pie ethics, or the neurosis of some sort of
Master Race paranoia. Who are our real friends and can we
really trust anyone on Earth to make the right sort of
connections. I ask this question because the ruling
multinational elite of earth have made this planet a barren
desert in the name of the capitalist ethic, shall even our gene
pool be made sterile of variation in the search for
superiority.
No Civilisation is going to want us to repeat our Whale
slaughter or Rainforest devastation, and that fantastic trick
the industrialists have learned to do with the Planetary
Ionosphere - its a sort of devastating finale to the great show
of organic evolution ie. One big desert and One very small
Robot.
We have got the ability to learn from our mistakes and we have
got the need to survive, to win and to build architecture that
will last.
We all should try to trust any transition given that those
delegated to make it are a legitimate and democratic choice.
Wars are fought over money and capital, politics manipulate
capital through the channelling of investments and the policing
of property. The human being has been serving the 'rather token
than trust' Civilisation for a good few millenia now.
Secrets and all the possibilities of reality can be found in
every science fiction book or film, these concepts are the
harbingers of greater possibilities, greater leaps and greater
failures. Alas these are not the harbingers of failure for the
sons and daughters of Mrs M but are the clear indication that
the future may be spoiled by parochial insights of an Elite
that could elect itself.
That some judge should make these decisions for us, someone
older and infinitely wiser and that this Fatherly figure should
preside over a hierarchy of gifted ruling children who with
starry eyed promises lead us happily into the future - I must
admit, it has its good points, but quite frankly, I don't look
like a blond Adonis, and it looks like I won't be invited to
this party along with all the others on the proverbial scrap
heap. Now, before you get angry, consider this; if the universe
was to open its big back door and just say that certain genes
belonging to capitalist paradigms could do certain IQ tests
more capably, the selection programme operated by any elite
would, unfortunately, see to it that that generation attempted
to judge the values of other paradigms in which they, like us
today, are comparitive dunces. Alas that is a possibility if
any elite ran the show.
There is no way anyone or any system of intelligent people
whose linear calculating power is as fast as the 140 plus
IQ's of MENSA could possibly guarantee that the processes they
call both fast and linear at the moment will be the same
efficient format anywhere else in the known or unknown
universe, because, it is possible through the dynamics of chaos
and sub atomic set theory that the most convoluted dunce of
today may well be the fastest linear cognitive process in other
sub atomic circumstances.
It would be too much of an assumption to make that any set of
standards of ergonomic performance and any organic system which
supported that performance could be adaptable enough to
maintain the efficiency of its parameters under all sub atomic
and atomic conditions throughout the cosmos.
This planet though, has got plenty of examples of stupidity to
choose from and avoid in the near future lest their effects
occur again, but this is mainly the stupidity and senslessness
of slaughter and unprovoked madness in connection with the so
called luxuries of capital.
The world is uncertain, war and peace like a Napoleonic Tolstoy
tale is a dualism which continually haunts the Human Race,
Money, Land, Divine Rights the whole thing is such a turmoil by
God we need some sort of delegated elitist body to take
Humanity forward. However, just in case there is not enough
perspective to get your teeth into, why not take some of the
longer views of what is possible in the great outback of
Interstellar space, where the local aborigines have been
experimenting with massive metallic boomerang shapes called
space ships, and the Great Cruel God of the Outback Rolf
Harrison Ford couldn't give a planetmaine fourX for anything
else. Which is why the restless natives are starting to dream
of paradise and some great oasis in the distant void, more
hyperspace leaps away than the proverbial kangaroo would make
in a lifetime !
Some where in a galaxy far far away the Grand Council of Races
was meeting to discuss many many problems in the working of
this brand new universe. The big bang was but a moment ago,
almost, and the many intelligent races were finding immense
problems in coming to terms with the essence of this universe.
THey had problems because their souls could not exercise their
proper majesty of high powered (we would call it magical) -
thought. The thing was that this damn new universe was Binary
in format and because of this very basic and competitive format
the souls incarnating from other dimensions were not making
satisfactory decisions because of their trinary and quaternary
or solitary nature. As a result, the collection of
civilisations that had thus far evolved were becoming stagnant.
The problem was how to get the proper body and mind to fit this
very competitive dimension. The answer was obvious, they had to
make one - and so after a great technological effort the human
formula was arrived at.
Whilst this sweetness and light was being conceived, however
there were some civilisations that had truly gone over the top
elsewhere and had evolved through the various strata of
technology to become virtually a mutated part of technology.
Their problem was serious in that Evil and Good, being a
feature of this binary cosmos, could be defined as compatible
or incompatible relativity between the various energy formats.
Evil made of those civilisations that abandoned the organic
format for the mechanical ie. found favour in the contradiction
of the selfish unfeeling machine as a substitute for the
organic and selfless social unit.
The ultimate competitor needs only a good Dolby setting on
their psychological excesses.
This very Darth Vader like set up where the machine and
subservience to the ethic of competition were the driving force
behind the jellyware - entombed morally, physically and
spiritually in a womb of evil is the stuff that all good
Science Fiction Movies are made of.
Indeed, there is no good reason why an advanced form of
Tripartite Relativity operating in conjunction with a good,
detailed database and using the language [A] could not have a
pair of legs attached to it and made to look like Arnold
Schwartzennegger, given a laser blaster or Jedi Light Saber and
be sent off on a secret deep cover mission to prevent high
technology ever developing on the Planet Earth, just in case !
The worst thing about the substance of this dimension is that
it is binary and makes for quick competition and resolution and
though it is thought to be an excellent medium for the
evolution of a God Like ego or some sort of Super Being, the
snares are the paranoia that accompany the physical grandeur of
visible accomplishment.
A race like Humanity could evolve and build castles of sand
time and time again like environmentally programmed automatons
tied to the destiny of supply and demand, indeed there is a
model Hennessey [1981] which illustrates this point in context.
It is very easy to make war on the haves, and the have nots
have successfully accomplished justice and injustice for Human
Millenia as much as the Haves have turned their selfish backs
on anything and anyone that does not augment their expansion.
So it goes on, Peaks and Troughs of building and collapse, the
trademark of folly by which we today have come to know the
Human Race. We thought we knew history but we were probably
wrong... The Earth is Hollow and has been inhabited by various
species of extra terrestrial since the beginning of the great
experiment many millenia ago.
There is a book by Richard Milton called the Facts of Life
which put forward the notion that both this planet and the life
upon it are much younger than was thought.
Confusion arises because it challenges the fossil records of
Darwinism and picks up on the research done by the unpopular
Immanuel Velikovsky that the planet at one time bumped into a
rather large rock, or was it the other way about. Apparently
this has caused lots of sediment to form very quickly, do in
the dinosaurs, and, if I remember rightly, there was some
collection of odd facts that talk about harbour moorings on the
top of the Swiss Alps, Ships inside, intact in salt mines etc -
the Earth was very much in Chaos and upheavel. The scientific
fact of fossilised tgrees caught in an upright position tells
not of ages of compression and slow metamorphosis but a rather
quick fry-up when it was raining chips of rock !
The force of this book challenges the image of the amoeba
taking a long holiday amongst the vines and bananas, and
through the millenia those pseudopods eventually become hairy
arms with intelligent hands and opposable thumbs making
possible what is sometimes seen today at football matches. ie.
Tribal Social Organisations with semi-intelligent scarf-waving
rituals often living in harmony with the environment and
learning goal seeking behaviour -
To become top of evolutions Premier League, however, takes a
lot less effort than was previously thought, because through
emergent procesees, all the best options can be assembled as a
team within the remit of the league system and suddenly Glasgow
Rangers go where no-one has gone before.
It is not impossible to believe that this planet is hollow like
many of the cartoons and comics describe.
There are many smaller examples of stratified geological
systems that are hollow because of the ontology of their
geochemical formulation ie. the geode and agate have these same
properties alleged of this planet in all the 'loony' texts.
Further to this, if the planet was a cooling and rotating mass
of magma, it is possible that the polar regions, due to the
correolis effect would 'unscrew' themselves from the rest of
the forming crust and come off completely.
Oh there are stories of the explorer Admiral Byrd in 1938.
The hollow Earth legends of Agharti and the tales of the Coming
Race by Bulwer Lytton and certain satellite photos discovered
about an exceptionally rare cloudless day at the Poles by a
weather Satellite of the area explored inside the Earth by
Admiral Byrd and his less available documentation about his
journeys.
Are the Races of our hollow Earth watching examining, and
possibly corrupting, or is the Strange visions of the oriental
Blessed Virgin Mary something beautiful to inspire us.
The answer to the questions raised in the book 'The Dark Gods'
by Robertson and Gilbertson Published by Granada in 1985 is
that tied to our experiment is a sort of responsive and
interpenetrating force field, a miasma of some life form that
produces the delicate Faerie and the frightening Demon. Things
start to happen when researchers think about it, Keel says its
a cosmic game - I think that it is less glamourous than that,
and that these phenomena are a sort of psychic buffer solution
or Dolby that serve to encourage or restrain certain areas of
growth. Noone has made any sense of it because basically it
functions as a custom made response to various situations that
arise.
Basically, when it comes right down to it, the various sub
atomic energies have got the ability to alter the way the
electronics of our consciousness operates. Perhaps these
phenomena are simply linked to the mirror of consciouseness
where people see only what they want to see.
Out of body phenomenon have been scientifically dismissed in
some places and scientifically and empirically proven in other
areas depending how 'rational' one wants to be thought of at
the Institute wine and cheese party - but whether or not its
all hypnopompic hallucinations, marsh gas or some new type of
virtual reality without the aid of any other computer than the
human organic operating system it does come down to personal
experience.
Philosophically the wierdo is on shaky ground here, and
depending on whether the white coat has got a test tube or a
straight jacket - if he can't see your pink elephant what's the
point anyway - he probably wouldn't appreciate the colour.
Epistomological skepticism - how can we know anything - Realism
and Logicism - if you can't touch it it isn't there - if you
can't put a meter stick next to it, the elephants ear can't be
measured - ask the question - how can we share our experience.
Yet there is so much evidence for relative harmonic energy
shells for the human senses that just because they have over
the millenia picked up some dubious oriental names and concepts
should not discredit their reemergence on the photographic
plates and monitors of today eg. Kirlian photography depicts
electromagnetic emissions from the human force field or 'aura'.
We cannot discount the fact that an atom has through the Pauli
exclusion principle, electromagnetic harmonics called electron
shells, or that a vessel like a bell can produce sound
harmonics when struck. Stars have a whole electromagnetic
signature that spans various spectra, but in the interests of
being rational the human electromagnetic system ought to be
producing various types of signature itself such as the Kirlian
effect and other invisible electromagnetic phenomenon.
If you've got a white coat, a science degree and an agnostic
soul, one has to give credit to the Cassette tape, because it
is an accurate empirical registration of an electromagnetic
event that was produced by Deutche Gramaphone in the 1920's,
and although most of the orchestra may have passed away, the
immortality of effort lives on and persists in this recording.
If classic materialism is the stumbling block for survival
after 'death', then one has to point out that what if the
functional ergonomic computing capacity for independent thought
somehow persisted as a record in harmony with the strange
attractor sets runninbg in parallel to the processing areas of
the organic brain, a sort of sub atomic strange attractor
imbued with the logical capacities and empathic resonance and
responses of the senses, as a data base for experiences, and by
using the modal logic of language [A] an automatic continuity
of reason which is functional in other dimensions after we have
shuffled off this mortal record sleeve.
That is not to say that there are not Spirits or souls of
disembodied Human or other extra dimensional entities floating
about in hard (saucer) or soft form (will of the wisp)... these
serve to make the trauma of confrontation more of a hazard.
The intelligence behind these restraining actions seem to take
the course of frightening the punters or poor researchers with
the awful truth, which, as you may have guessed is something
along the lines of the dark envelope being actually wired into
some sort of immensely Dark entity which unfortunately hates
our guts. It is no wonder that many researchers fall by the
wayside for one reason or another. Gilbertson ties the Masonic
thing conspiracy theory into the picture of these evil
thingummyjigs and seems to show that the Dark God Lucifer has
various plans for the future of Mankind - mind you what's new -
what with alien space ships, sorry exobiotic entities's
interdimensional vehicles and bloodless animals at 'landing'
sites or power drains or the unmentionable sexual experiments
documented by Strieber and really examined with a bit more
courage by Bud Hopkins in his book Intruders at cropley woods.
The problems for the researchers into this intimidating morass
of unscientific fact is that there seems to be no rationale to
explain what the hell is going on.
Taking an archaeological approach to our current understanding
of things, there is no reason why, some time in the past, a
very intelligent but not very 'nice' looking bunch of exiles
didn't manage to get an oil change at the last interstellar
bipass, descended upon the local Abo's like the fiery wrath of
God and who were very angry, probably at the ships cook for
having dropped the soup ladel into the antimatter fuel valve.
These strange and frightening beings had red eyes - mainly
because they had been up all night working on the ships warp
drive and seemed to have the strength to lift great blocks of
rock with their finger and build vast monuments and tombs quite
quickly. Actually with the antigravity probe they were able to
have the satisfaction of knowing that they could see where the
cook ate his last rock cake - from a distance of one hundred
centons on this barren backwater.
They could still hear Radio Stellar FM but all the latest hits
were a bit slow arriving. They tried to explain to the natives
that the Googy Xool Show was their favourite and that the
luscious miss Xool was a goddess, but the natives took it
literally and built a big ornate box around their tranny and a
big auditoreum around the box. They called their transistor
radio the 'Ark of the Covenant' and the theatre was some sort
of Temple to Goddess Xool.
The ships engineer was quite impressed and made a video hoping
to post it through the transmat if he could get it working
again to the Radio Stellar FM offices, because he was sure that
that would appeal to the excesses for which Googs was known in
her private life - the voice that enslaved a million males even
if they did look like the soft and pulpy wimps of Sumeria.
There is no known recipe for resisting the fright of your life,
but even if you could become cosmopolitan to the point of being
an intergalactic Xenophile, sooner or later, all the
morphological extravagances that frighten the Hicks from the
Sticks in this backwater would have been mentioned on the Googy
Xool show many millenia ago.
The mumbo jumbo and berobed razzamatazz that surrounds other
dimensions, entities and places is easily enough to fill many
wierdo bookshops, and somewhere in the ancient leather or skin
bound tome of the Temple of Sumeria, that special book for sale
in the Magus Bookshop in Derby, the ships computer operator is
depicted in all his ugly visage with a page of strange
hieroglyphs which he claimed opened up the pathways to higher
understanding (the earliest known extra terrestrial version of
the song 'lets do the time warp again').
Doubtless the crew of that long lost ship are now long dead on
their home world having been spotted and rescued by a passing
freighter whilst drawing rather large animals in the deserts of
the world.
Their plight eventually spotted from space - and given marks
for artistic impression, they finally got their slot on the
Googy Xool show and reviews in various seedy magazines.
Actually, it turned out that they had been wasting their time
with the desert outreach project because it seems that at that
range the crews monthly Karaoke Night had been picked up by a
rather malignant race of Reptoids, malignant, basically
because it was jamming Googy Xools personal interview with the
Personal Sex Therapist to the Emperors Harem, a fact not
spotted by the crew who were kept in the dark by the rather
thick casing around their radio which the local Pulpies as they
called them, had made out of Gold and Cedarwood and had adorned
it with Cherubs and Seraphim.
In the end the crew left it in the listening room the Pulpies
had constructed because the thing was too heavy to cart around,
and if they took it out that daft box, there would be such a
confusion with wars and whatnot that their supply of local
booze would soon dry up.
The Chief Engineers Video was shown on the Galactic equivalent
of Stars on Sunday, and the presenter Patrick Spoor made the
planet Dirt a cult must for the Yuppies of three quadrants -
the fourth quadrant is above such things.
Naivity stops in the twentieth century with the term close
encounter - some people seem to be having some very close
encounters indeed.
In hypnotically regressed victims of these bizarre romps we see
small grey men and women who look very non human becoming
fertilsed, and having children with more 'human' how shall we
say - more masculine and feminine features - the product of
generations of ET research to make their species more Binary
and less ephemeral - a more physical - efficient, decision
making unit. We hear in Striebers visionary journey which some
people would call an Astral voyage that this particular
civilisation congregated in stadia and left their buildings
empty - and in Hopkin's account of a victim, this progeny was
indicated as being extraordinarily important, though what was
left of the tired subject was told that great and hard times
were ahead as they were kicked out of a flying saucer.
The Grey Men in one report say that they are here for the
purposes of sharing an important destiny with us - perhaps it
is to be our guides into the scientific and precise
superphysical formats which our gross senses do not have the
skill to accurately decide upon - what wonders are just around
the corner for us all - an end to woolly jerseys, incense
sticks, crystals and herb tea as a gateway to a higher reality,
and a beginning of the end for the common man's Nightmare on
Elm street and all the terrors of ignorance.
If reports are to be believed from all the semi cedible
sources, there are already various bases on this planet - lets
be honest these things are neither recent nor extraordinary
The Earth on its surface has its own story to tell, of world
rounds and the sinking of Atlantis and the demise of Mu, comets
Ice Age, the basis of these arguments can be found in nearly
fifty books which I can list in the Bibliography and although
listing strange finds that don't fit with Darwin, Archaeology
Divinity, Physics and known science can be a lot of fun, as I
mentioned before it is not my intention to indulge in that sort
of book - too much ..
What was going on in Atlantis before tragedy struck was,
apparently, a world of great mental powers and mastery of the
world of matter. Unfortunately the bad guys put the boot in and
there was a great war where magical powers swept the land and
factions perished. The great magics were apparently run on the
powers of seed germination, a fact that I can sparingly develop
from the book by Ravenscroft called the Spear of Destiny - this
is about Hitler and his preoccupation with the powers of
Atlantis and the lodge of the green serpent which by all
accounts expects one to germinate a seed overnight by the power
of the mind - and that is just the entry test ! The quest for
the bad Atlantean Magicians that escaped to a land in the north
called Thule was ever on Hitlers mind as was Agharti the land
inside the Earth's core. Obsessed as he was by Lord Lytton, he
had managed to aquire several shipments of Himalayan Adepts for
his Bunker - this being part of his obsession with some evil
race of Masters he called the 'coming man' which would one day
come to the surface and rule us. Apparently the Himalayas were
or indeed still are near an entrance to a city of this dubious
kingdom - hence the adepts.
Hitler's Armamen as he called them were tall and had white
shining eyes - and if memory serves - was it not tall angels
with bright shining eyes who dictated the Book of Revelation to
John.
The thing about the book of Revelation is that it describes a
process of decay and catastrophe, and if these bods were well
travelled cosmonauts who had access to interstellar social
science, it must be easily predictable that a Race or species
conforming to human psychology when let loose with unchecked
competition, would turn their green garden of Eden into an
Ashtray.
It must have been seen and documented all over the travelled
cosmos, the pollution of unchecked industrialisation, all the
diseases of liberalism and unchecked morality, the pouring of
the bowls into the oceans and on the lands and finally the
burning sun consequent on a destroyed ionosphere - in fact if
we could find a primitive backwater like ours that hadn't quite
got religion yet, we could give them the revelation that the
revelation formulae is as true for greedy sods today as its
always been.
The high technology of previous civilisations seemed in
fragments to be very much in evidence, but 'flying shields'
were seen over Troy and are still seen to day by astronauts and
punters alike. The museums are packed with inexplicable and
technically incongruous artefacts which have no place amongst
the straw bricks of the past. There is still evidence for
nuclear wars many millenia B.C and the great experiment may
have flagged a bit or maybe at that time it was not properly
underway. Comets, disasters and Ice Ages seem to have put an
end to the problem of our mysterious past. Darwin was a
mistake, he seemed to have tapped in to some local trend and
not the great mainstream of history. Somehow, there never was a
fuss over all these artefacts and there was probably a policy
of cover up by the experiment referees throughout the Dark Ages
of our history. Therefore beginning almost from square one we
struggled up to the end of the 20th century as self made fools.
There could have been a space age civilisation whilst the
Vikings were looting Britain or rather a global civilisation
could have been allowed to evolve with the remainder of the
artefacts and hidden knowledge. Why not, well there was this
experiment to perform.
The ancient masonic historians say that masonry was a religion
of the stars; that all this knowledge may have been held in
keeping till we were ready for it in the shape of the landscape
temple of Rennes les Chateau, where the ancient bloodline of a
higher Being called Christ had escaped a nasty crucifixion, a
fact discernible in the geometry of the temples in the
landscape but also preserved in the ancient Templar lore of
Scotland and indeed Europe. The ancient mysteries laid bare is
not necessarily the purpose of this book, anyhow books by
Baigent on the Holy Blood and the Holy Grail, and of course
Genisis, by David Wood serve to provide good research into the
story of the Wonderful Bloodline.
In Genisis, it is revealed that satellite photos show the
pyramids of an ancient civilisation on Mars - this was a place
used by one of our stellar colonists to supervise the garden
world of Atlantis whilst it provided its fruits for the alien
race on Mars. At that time the giants and or Gods were walking
the Earth some were getting up peoples noses and the story of
little David versus Goliath are documented even in the Bible.
THe garden Earth, however went violently wrong and various
vitrified, fused and melted forts eg. Mexico and Scotland
illustrate that Nuke airstrikes against ones rivals were quite
common.
Bloodlines of the Gods, the mastery of Psychic powers/
intellect and complete domination of matter seem quite common
ambitions even in todays frenetic world of carefully explored
geneologies and Registration offices in Scotland haunted by
various Americans on the trail of the ancestral 'Godline'.
For instance Beaumonts Jerusalem wasn't in Israel - it was
Edinburgh and there are certain occult statistics which measure
Britain up as 666 something or other cubits - theories, merely
theories unless one visits a folly on an estate outside
Edinburgh which belonged to a famous 19th century astronomer
which is designed to measure the 'tena brosa' the shadows cast
by a staff on a certain day which measure the lattitude of the
city of Jerusalem - it is Edinburgh which fits the bill.
But let us not stray into the calibration of that ancient world
of many secrets that are today kept from the punters. What
seems to be apparent is that anarchy was allowed to reign by
people in the wings who could have governed us and made us a
space contact civilisation. In Star Trek the federation of
planets have a prime directive - one of non interference this
was probably not applicable to those jerks who knowingly hid
all the clues to our high tech ancestry. Telepathy and mind
powers became witches and bonfires except amongst the elite of
the Illuminati. It is probable that some of these adepts are
still alive today thanks to the practise of their craft - is
this where the idea of 'Vampire' came from, or of Android.
This control of information for elitist uses was around all
through the evolution of what we term Human history - this
experiment in total competition to evolve a Race second to
nothing in the Universe. Let us not kid ourselves, this is not
the messy affair that it really seems because it is thematic on
Capital and the performance of competition - which makes it
likely that every battle or socioeconomic empire could be
modelled on one vast computer scenario. History becomes
calculable probability because it adheres to the one theme,
that of competition and this is what makes good modelling
potential for a systems analyst. Factors of economy become
constants, factors of love and harmony become sort of anti-
constants because they reduce the efficiency of capital
accumulation - atomic war becomes a purge of various
possibilities in the mainstream model, and annoying individuals
like Human rights leaders become junctions in the mainstream of
possibilities. And one has to remember that Lyttons middle
earth aliens had reportedly many machines that could cause
alterations in reality on the surface - anything from
Earthquakes to Visions.
The impossible is not only possible it is visible in the shape
of high tech interdimensional entities and their craft whizzing
about our skies, we must see and we must know reality, and time
for closing ones eyes is surely passing.
The Genetic experiment motored on from empire to empire and
battle to battle, and like the model of peaks and troughs some
bland and unrelenting destiny of grind and suffering. The Dark
elite built up their web of deceit and control as the
establishment became a burial ground for 'inexplicable'
anomalies. Having the keys to the Earth has involved a great
many decisions for the ruling elite; these decisions involve
letting the earth rot in its pollution whilst the stellar
technology exists to clean it up.
The so called 'Philadelphia Experiment' in 1942. enabled the
ship the USS Eldrige to teleport into another dimension in a
WWII experiment and this should have heralded a new era of
peace and space technology even without the intervention of ET
prowess. Can one imagine the ability to send food, hospitals,
buildings and raw material anywhere on the planet from anywhere
on the planet - well it's possible. The Eldrige was our first
star ship for a few millenia.
Some interesting possibilities have emerged in the light of
this experiment - for instance Bruce Cathie the UFO
investigator has noted that craft are measuring some sort of
Grid pattern on our ocean beds and continents - I can imagine a
perfect electromagnetic hologram of our Earth in the circuitry
of some massive interstellar transporter as it waits
instructions to end the experiment and send all the Duplicate
Earths in their experimental batches to be debriefed and
analysed for the purposes of calibrating the potentialities of
Humankind. Can Humankind evolve as a vehicle through which
extradimensional souls may come to this binary cosmos and
succeed in being creative and superior. ie. to the karmic
vessels at present on offer in the intergalactic gene pool.
In which case, the Earth Marketing Agency may get a grant from
the TransGalactic Arts Council to sell mothers Kitchen utensils
at some great auction in which every Artefact ever made on
Earth goes up for sale. The interesting possibility is that
Agharti probably has examples of every artefact in Earths
history in great museum/store rooms eg. unrusted swords and
chariots, longships in all their glory complete with crew and
perhaps the aircraft and ships that went missing in the Bermuda
Triangle too.
It is possible that various settlements throughout history have
been perfectly calibrated on a database as ET scientists and
explorers have come to calibrate the human potential. But once
the news of the great Planet Earth bring and buy sale gets
underway perhaps in some way all suffering will be made to
cease, though as in the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy we need
to make official protests for our rights at some central court
- a petition for live and let live - would we be so lucky.
The future of planet Earth then may be made by the careful
marketing of its indigenous artefacts such as lavatory systems,
Van Goghs and Cola and of course not to mention its Gene pool.
Yes I said not to mention its gene pool because various laws
may be laid down by which certain exploitation of our genetic
resource may be limited, our only problem is that the average
punter may not be aware of them, and the elite hierarchy itself
a hierarchy may noy be told everything. Why, what is all this
xenophobic paranoia you may be asking yourself and it is right
that it should be answered as well as possible.
Our main problem is this paradigm we live in, we just can't see
the reality of other dimensions, the ephemera of mortality and
the eternity of immortality that awaits. These other domains
have hierarchies of their own evil and good beings, anything
from Demi semi to full Godlike avatars.
Unfortunately a pure Luciferic, competitive, aggressive,
and masculine civilisation disregards the other logical half of
the binary through which a balance should be achieved - [the
feminine/sensitive aspect of the universe.]
As a result the Black heavy gravity well of 'dense light/energy'
totally unbalanced and competitive pulls the dark elite into
the unfeeling tomb of metal, or dense desensitised scaley
flesh -
encasing, degrading and desensitising the beauty of organic
form -
Scientifically and aesthetically the balanced picture is one
where an equilibrium between binary opposites
have been attained ie. either
at the Edge of Chaos or, converseley, at the Edge of Structure.
rather like the brew in the bubbling iron cauldron of the alchemist.
This equilibrium area is a hotbed of emergence, balance, new
structure amd potential, but what of the hard imperishable
crystals of eternity that are unyielding to the sculptors
chisel, or turn a depolarised surface to the artists brush,
where does the sensitive and feminine/human organic heart find
room to rest in the lattice like prison of crystal,
devoid of aesthetic but a direct transmittor of
the pulse of dark electrical powers which the
impenetrable bonding uses to repel all chaos not of itself.
The ethic of structure is a fabulous and wonderful thing,
because civilisation must grow and society must build for the
future - as the advert says - building houses to make homes
in.
Given that the emergent processes of information structures can
and do get together to form the end based or telic computer, it
may seem that all the sign posts of evolution are pointing us
in the direction of taking up a semi-permanent residence in
Rodger the Robot.
Before we become at home with Rodger Dalek, lets try to piece
together the telic detective story about who killed Rodger
Human.
The capitalist bandwagon is all about one-upmanship, having
better and more efficient hardware, more and more wealth and
knowledge and of course a longer and longer life to have all
these things in. Consider the Billionaire elitist who needs a
mark7 heart and 3 brain implants in order to maintain control
of the empire and, his buddy who needs a new arm and optical
system to maintain control, in time the hardware gets updated,
all failing organics are replaced and that which is left has
sworn an oath to the architecture of the God of electricity and
the Grand Master of some secret and esoteric lodge mainly
concerned with the distribution of power of this dolby
orientated mechanical elite now short of the full packet of
jaffa cakes in the human stakes. Serving ones master
continually can be tiring but for the occasional reward of
mechanical dreams that can be plugged into for a price.
Lucifer hates the organic and this is epitomised in the drift
of evolution towards the mechanical. The system of Tripartite
relativity discovered by Hennessey [1989] describes the
teleology of the universe in its progress towards the ultimate
goal of computerisation and, importantly, informatiom exchange.
The organic having evolved from the basics becomes a hermit
crab that moves into the roomy shell of a Semi Executive
Robotic Environment. The move to mechanisation allows us to
shed the discomfort of suffering and in so doing loose our
chance to learn from this universe, and we become enmeshed in a
web of karma and deceit which shall chain us to the evolution
of matter forever, or rather, quite a long time. In the machine
state one might propose that it is easy to make binary
decisions concerned with love and death because the attachment
of a ray gun can make our evolution happen quicker with a short
burst of energy rather than the suffering of protracted
persuasion. In a society of Daleks serving the priests of the
Dark Gods we see the success of the machine and the failure of
the flesh - it is ghastly but the binary opposite of total
competition of the master race is mirrored by the ultimate
catastrophe of the total prostitution of the organic. A mad
dream, let us hope so, but I am keenly interested in how our
young get so involved in play with this at present benevolent
interphase of technology. Is the next thing for us going to be
mass meetings of shared electronic dreamers, like the dungeons
and dragons of the americans a stage advanced into commune with
it has to be said something that isn't Human - a sort of
Virtual Reality with a 'bit extra'. What is more, the
degradation of the organic seems to imply that this particular
'God', (one of many in the multiverse) rather hates the creations
of the creator - our religious myth is full of such stories,
but it was not by reference to these that one can work this out
The problem is that basically Lucifer gets a bad press, for the
bit that doesn't appeal is the great depth of total crystal
resilience beyond the capacity of anything organic to
understand - Equally, it
should also be said that Isis, the Motherly counterpart of
non-structure and chaos is just as problematic if 'her' depths
are explored, but the conjunction of the two provides an
elastic type of structure that is perfect for 'human lessons' -
a great evolutionary vehicle - too structural and that
elasticity is replaced by metallica, too non-structured and the
elastic human vehicle becomes an ephemeral liability as a
means
through which any detailed lesson could be learned here. -
Standing back to watch our evolution, we can see the
degradation of creation in the raw, and watching where
consciousness takes us, the drift into the bewildering
receptacle of technology. Some of it to watch us, some of it to
measure us, some of it to trap our souls in the magic crystal
oracle of the dark God.
I knew that this wasn't going to be fun trying to tell you of
this possibility - for it makes dreadful reading as a
possibility, but we should be campaigning for watchdog
committees, laws and the like.
The possibilities of organic psychoses at the hands of the
sterile and impassive machine scenario are becoming real, yet
so are the possibilities of a beautiful and organic merger, a
soul group with telepathic abilities more beautiful, reasoned
and special than any computer.
This is the great future of our Race, and that is why this must
always be on the forefront of our minds, we should watch for
the problems of machine psychosis as it arises, keeping it in
check.
Given an elite, one must think of the possibility of off planet
software being utilised to control us at some stage.
Can it be that advertising hype can sell us the life of the
most beautiful machine on the most beautiful planet or is there
the dark alternative of the evolution of slavery - the subtle
slavery of the soul, or is there a genetic made to measure
project which can supply human stock for colonial worlds. If so
by what agreement with the spiritual hierarchy, angels and
whatnot that are supposed to make heaven a nice place to be in.
For that matter, who would wan't to come here again.. the
occultist catch phrase is that souls have never had such a
bonanza of instructional suffering and consequently are
queueing up for their bodies... who's controlling this side of
things, we need help that justice may be done but it must be
said that the great mill wheel seems to attract all sorts with
an axe to grind. Perhaps the dawning of the new age of aquarius
is all about those souls with sense departing forever from this
realm, perhaps the books have got it wrong, this is hell and we
have always hoped that a messiah would come to sort things out,
mind you, the bible was manufactured and typeset overnight in
medieval Europe with a technology that came into being rather
artificially. Are we being manipulated is a good question, but
by how many seperate parties is a better question still.
Meanwhile the Master Masculine Philosophy climbs its Neitschean
summits of existentialism in total contradiction to the non
existentialist pool of initiated people. A contradiction
quickly lost if there were elites within the elites. The big
Hook is the power, then the price is punishment for some
unknown reason after a period of ascendancy, then the cruellest
fall into karmic prison, probably the pattern for the fate of
the 21st Century were we not aware of it.
Feminine principles, Goddess, womb and weak will probably, if I
am correct be next, perhaps through the depersonalisation of
the family unit through interaction with a streaming
educational system giving the young the useful data that You've
got to be big and tough 'cause 'Tenderness bleeds too easily'.
We're not quite all robots at this stage, but there has to be a
tendancy away from the social religion towards the religion of
the self - this kind of trend becomes easy in the Fairground of
hardware and props incumbent on an emerging machine culture.
Because of the protestation at the hardening of the middle
classes which begin to swell as technology is allowed to come
more on stream, there will be issued an ultimatum to the
dissenters and at that moment a new culture will be born which
will contain within it the great bulk of the resistant to
change Religious masses. The ultimatum will be that if the old
world will not answer for its mistakes, it must live in the old
world as outlaws under the tolerative wing of the new order,
which will bend over backwards to ensure that it satisfies the
newly emerging intellectuals and spirituals that this is a
great new world. Thus the masses that would not participate in
change, like Orwell's 1984 may be relegated to specially
designated areas, where deprived of the right to earn points
and concessions in the 'Open Genetic Competition System', they
become the new 'spiritually unemployed'. Entrenched for a long
Theological and Ideological Campaign, the greater resources of
the new order may probably subvert them to extinction before
long, or unless they can appeal to the newly formed
'Interstellar colonial council' a sub office of the galactic
council for colonial rights, and transfer, en masse, to a new
Eden in new Mayflowers that are all Christian or any other non-
Luciferic religious core (later to be taken out in Interstellar
War) - the only alternative is to stay behind and in some way
die a physical or ideological death.
As human beings, we have each a responsibility to ensure that
love and Fraternity does not die, but as the future comes upon
us with many strange and personalised wonders and experiences
that we are unable to share even with a loved one, the chances
are that we are going to be exposed to a kalaeidescope of
intellectual trips all special to ourselves.
If the risks are seen to be great, doubtless legislation will
be introduced to stop the sterilisation of the family and
other social units by the recursive treadmill of virtual
living.
The severe danger is that in committing a species like Man to
the aesthetics of competition, he would be turned by the
violence of mind, body and spirit needed to master the binary
medium of matter. The language of this idiom is actually the I
Ching, which Hennessy [1989] developed as a Grand Unified
Theory - it is probably not a coincidence that in the occult
literature someone was kicked out of a flying saucer with a
'Heaven' trigram tatooed on his arm. In my I Ching that
particular trigram represents the idiom of computerisation and
a mechanical civilisation ( if the language was at that time
applied to the question of Civilisations ). That to me answers
the big joke that those particular aliens were having with us.
But in this many and varied universe the theme of light and
dark remains and somewhere in this galaxy, given all the UFO
types, there exists some sort of Empire. True to form, the
Emperor, whose definition must come under a well preserved
spider in the middle of an immense web of information
infrastructure whose organic and or robot tendancies are either
good, bad or indifferent - will have a file on a potential
trouble spot like this planet - if only because there are so
many regulations to be enforced for the policing of emergent
Civilisations. Earth, then, has not been captured by Klingons
either because the Emperor/Empress is a good guy and or it
would interfere with the genetic experiment and the
distillation process of capital should there be a multistellar
culture on Earth.
It is tempting to think on the lines of such a power nucleus
being a highly efficient computational system coupled with
various ganglia and or councellors who could advise.
The great beyond is almost subliminal to the young guns of
Earth, but I'd imagine that there would be a rigorous vetting
process to ensure that any potential Luke Skywalker at least
knew who Darth Vader was, and that the Death Star was not an
evil space station, but Bert, the galactic executioner who
disposes of Thugs on Galactic MTV on a show called Play your
Cards Right - where points make prizes.
Performance monitoring would be a big thing
Sales of Ark Royal duplicates have tripled this decon, but
exports of Nark Gas to the planet Earth have dropped because it
does in fact give the terran physiology the urge to create an
irritating monolgue at noone in particular - this being the
side effect of an inhalation which is meant to cure headaches.
It has been creating marital problems, and a dubious
transference psychosis where the partner claims to have the
headache.
Market sensitivity is one of the main sources of extra income
for all the socalled interstellar stock consultants, who
eagerly await the input of fresh market intelligence from their
various sources (spies).
At this stage one has to ask if our empire is ideologically
biased towards hardware, or the organic, or some mixture of the
two.
Not that it matters in our case because the pickings are so
lean that it would take a marketing genius to make this
isolated world worth something on the Galactic Exchange.
Every civilisation in the cosmos can be categorised by the way
it utilises life- essential energy. Some civilisations like us
will horde it, defend it and sell it at a price, some will not
need other beings to collect and process it, consequently with
no competition for essential resources a more civilised
civilisation ought to be possible, that is unless one species
are not predators on other species' essential energy - this
reads like something out of the fundamentals of Ecology by
Odum, mind you, it is probable the species with the most
hardware are the best competitors and - it usually follows -
warmongers - better than us at it in fact. More on the
classification of extraterrestrial species later.
andrew hennessey The eight seas of essence chapter 1 1992
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