Perhaps Dr. Hawking's entombed brain has been
imprisoned for so long in an emaciated shell
of a hybrid cybernetic infrastructure that
his lonely, cosmologically-mathematical
myopic mindgland can no longer remember
a vital state of being prior to hyper-
vulnerability to the ravages of
time/space, symbolized as a highly
sophisticated form of predation?
Or, maybe, like Dr. John Lilly's
isolation tanks in conjunction
with experiments with LSD and
Ketamine, his mind has
intercepted vast arrays
Speculations on Hive Minds as a Posthuman State
by Anders Sandberg
The designers of our species set out to produce
a being that might be capable of an order of
mentality higher than their own. The only
possibility of doing so lay in planning a great
increase in brain organisation. But they knew
that the brain of an individual human being
could not safely be allowed to exceed a certain
weight. They therefore sought to produce the
new order of mentality in a system of distinct
and specialised brains held in "telepathic"
unity by means of ethereal radiation. Material
brains were to be capable of becoming on some
occasions mere nodes in a system of radiation
which itself should then constitute the
physical basis of a single mind.
Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men
Hive minds where the individual is subsumed into a
collective consciousness has been a recurring idea
in science fiction since Olaf Stapledon's influential
novels Last and First Men (1931) and Star Maker (1937),
although the concept in some sense had been suggested
by Leviathan of Thomas Hobbes (1651). They have often
in western science fiction been used as an allegory
for communism or the anonymity of industrial
civilisation, and have usually been portrayed in a
terrifying light (Nicholls 1982). The latest such
portrayal is the Borg in Star Trek: the Next Generation:
a race of bionically augmented humanoids linked together
into a collective mind, striving to assimilate every
other intelligent species into the Collective. [...]
P.S. Atlas V rollout w/ X-37B
> Speculations on Hive Minds as a Posthuman State
[snip rest of crap]
You have more bacteria living in your gut than you have cells in the
rest of your body. How smart are your turds?
The average tested IQ of 700,000 Los Angeles high school students is
82 IQ; raw data published in the "Los Angeles Times" 'California
section' page B3, 05
September 2008. Hives don't make you smart.
The IQs of a committee add like ohms in parallel resistors.
Not very, because configuration is key. The nodes must be able to
perform peer-peer messaging and the overall network must be configured
like a neural network,.
Smarter than your shih tzu?
Siriusly, though, gut flora do things for you that you aren't smart
enough to do without them. Same goes for soil microbes and such. But
what they do has the same relation to your brain, as low-level machine
language has to do with what you're writing on your computer.
As for Hawking's ideas on aliens, well... nobody nose. Another poss is
that tech civilizations always self-annihilate by trying, as it were,
to take over gut functions. Look at us, arguing over how to regulate
CO2. Easiest way would be to just not burn fossil fuel and not cut
down rain forests, but seems we can't not do it. Yet another poss is
that maybe one in a thousand do survive themselves but the qualities
to do that are bodhisattva ways. Under that last scenario, either they
studiously avoid us, so as to do no harm, or they will actively help
if they can.
But it's quiet out there.
The Shadow knows... Hahahahahaha!
I think it was Neil Degrasse Tyson who noted that the prospect of
extraterrestrials coming to earth was bleak simply because, in our own
experience, when a culture with superior technology meets a culture
with inferior technology, the culture with inferior technology doesn't
fare very well.
Uncle Al, the Avatar-Incarnation of Sterculius!!
"The Stercoraceous Vision of Mike Judge"
In his autobiography, Memories, Dream, Reflections,
the Swiss psychologist Carl Jung described several days
of torment in his 12th year when his unconscious
repeatedly erupted with an image of God sitting on
a golden throne in heaven over a beautiful cathedral.
Jung knew he was somehow being tested, that he must
let the vision emerge completely if he was to know
God in his fullness.
Summoning all his courage, he let it come:
God in the blue sky; and then, from under the
throne, a massive turd fell to earth and shattered
the cathedral. Bliss flooded Jung's brain, and
thereafter he knew God's plan for him was to
"think abominations to experience His grace."
But Jung never told his father, a conventional
Swiss Reform minister, of his vision. He could
not bear the responsibility of plunging him into
the "despair and sacrilege" necessary for grace.
Artists do not always have the luxury of
sparing innocent bystanders such despair
and sacrilege. Take the case of Mike Judge.
Several years ago, a friend was searching for
something in the dictionary when he made a
strange discovery. "Look at this," he
said. "Sterculius, the Roman god of feces."
"I can use that someday," Judge thought,
and one day he did. He was working on a
homemade cartoon in which the protagonists, a
couple of glue-sniffing pubescents named Beavis
and Butt-Head, attend a monster-truck
"thrashaton," a spectacular orgy of destruction
in a football stadium full of frenzied men.
The monster truck crushed a new car, a folk
singer pleading for the environment and a row
of portable outhouses. A noxious, greenish-brown
cloud with a stern face emerges from the
demolished outhouses, and Butt-Head steps out
of his otherwise illiterate character to gasp,
"It's Sterculius, the Roman god of feces!"
Sterculius announces to the throng:
"You have desecrated my temple! You offend me!
Prepare to feel the brunt of my wrath!"
The cloud then zips heavenward, whence it drops
a massive turd on the stadium, filling it with shit.
Personally, We all down at the home would rather
dispense with the entire notion of "Shit" altogether.
It's a primitive concept, requiring way too much
misdirected energy, creativity and thought.
What happens is you either love Shit,
you hate Shit, you become your own
Shit, or you feign disinterest in
Shit, (or myriad combos therein -
including artificially intelligent Shit).
Space is very lonely. Wait until
you face that! At least being pissed off at
Shit's utter stupidity in giving
birth to you (generic) and other narcissistic,
temporally delusional, nationlistic shit-dipped
pseudo-theocratic freaks will seem familiar
and comforting compared to the vast emptiness
of sentient-free, Shit-free, ego-less SPACE!
Josh Harris and QUIET:
"We Live In Public" - documentary by Ondi Timoner
'Ten years in the making and culled from 5000
hours of footage, WE LIVE IN PUBLIC reveals the
effect the web is having on our society, as seen
through the eyes of "the greatest Internet pioneer
you've never heard of", artist, futurist and
visionary Josh Harris. Award-winning director
Ondi Timoner (DIG! -- which also won the Sundance
Grand Jury Prize in 2004 -- making Timoner the
only director to win that prestigious award twice)
documented his tumultuous life for more than a
decade to create a riveting, cautionary tale of
what to expect as the virtual world inevitably
takes control of our lives.
'Harris, often called the "Warhol of the Web",
founded Pseudo.com, the first Internet television
network during the infamous dot-com boom of the
1990s. He also curated and funded the ground
breaking project "Quiet" in an underground bunker
in NYC where over 100 people lived together on
camera for 30 days at the turn of the millennium.
With Quiet, Harris proved how we willingly trade
our privacy for the connection and recognition we
all deeply desire, but with every technological
advancement such as MySpace, Facebook and Twitter,
becomes more elusive. Through his experiments,
including a six-month stint living with his
girlfriend under 24-hour electronic surveillance
which led to his mental collapse, Harris
demonstrated the price we pay for living
in public.' http://www.weliveinpublicthemovie.com
[See also NPD: (DSM-IV code 301.81)
'Narcissistic personality disorder is a condition
characterized by an inflated sense of self-importance,
need for admiration, extreme self-involvement, and
lack of empathy for others. Individuals with this
disorder are usually arrogantly self-assured and
confident. They expect to be noticed as superior.
Many highly successful individuals might be considered
narcissistic. However, this disorder is only diagnosed
when these behaviors become persistent and very
disabling or distressing.' ... ]
The prospect of extraterrestrials coming to earth is bleak for another
reason - it's far easier to communicate over interstellar distances
than physically travel them.
Easier, but not as adventurous or romantic. Another point that Tyson
makes is that the idea of people actually going out exploring is much
more exciting than simply sending robots or messages. So even though
it might be easier to sit at home and listen to the radio or watch the
TV, it's not as thrilling. A full life is about doing things that
make great stories. If any aliens see it that way, we could
reasonably expect them to come calling, unless we figure out how to
get to them first.
Perhaps nobody in the universe has thought of how to do it yet. After
all, the universe is only about 13 billion years old. Hell, it took
Earth life almost 4 billion years just to invent digital watches.
And, for all we know, we might just be at the head of the class. I
certainly have no trouble considering the possibility that the
universe is populated by idiots.
Soooo, ..... tempting, ..... much resist.....
Ahhhrgh, too much, too much of ze funniez, it is coming;
He who shits on the road meets flies on the way, phew, close escape.
Oh noes, implicit selfpwn, funniez is strong wiz zis onez.
At least you see diamonds, most merely see dirt.
Believing is seeing.
Ah, back in safe territory of platitudes;
Carry on, nothing to see here.
"HERODOTUS" (484 BCE - 425 BCE) wrote:
"[The Egyptians] made a labyrinth, a little
way beyond the lake Moeris and near the place called
the City of Crocodiles. I have myself seen it, and
indeed no words can tell its wonders; were all that
Greeks have builded and wrought added together
the whole would be seen to be a matter of less
labour and cost than was this labyrinth, albeit the
temples at Ephesus and Samos are noteworthy
buildings. Though the pyramids were greater than
words can tell, and each one of them a match for
many great monuments built by Greeks, this
maze surpasses even the pyramids. It has twelve
roofed courts, with doors over against each other:
six face the north and six the south, in two con-
tinuous lines, all within one outer wall. There are
also double sets of chambers, three thousand
altogether, fifteen hundred above and the same
number under ground. We ourselves viewed those
that are above ground, and speak of what we have
seen; of the underground chambers we were only
told; the Egyptian wardens would by no means
show them, these being, they said, the burial vaults
of the kings who first built this labyrinth, and of
the sacred crocodiles. Thus we can only speak
from hearsay of the lower chambers; the upper
we saw for ourselves, and they are creations greater
than human. The outlets of the chambers and
the mazy passages hither and thither through
the courts were an unending marvel to us as we
passed from court to apartment and from apartment
to colonnade, from colonnades again to more cham-
bers and then into yet more courts. Over all this
is a roof, made of stone like the walls, and the
walls are covered with carven figures, and every
court is set round with pillars of white stone most
exactly fitted together. Hard by the corner where
the labyrinth ends there stands a pyramid forty
fathoms high, whereon great figures are carved.
A passage has been made into this underground.
Such is this labyrinth; and yet more marvellous
is the lake Moeris, by which it stands. This
lake has a circuit of three thousand six hundred
furlongs, or sixty schoeui, which is as much as the
whole seaboard of Egypt. Its length is from north
to south; the deepest part has a depth of fifty
fathoms. That it has been dug out and made by
men's hands the lake shows for itself; for almost
in the middle of it stand two pyramids, so built that
fifty fathoms of each are below and fifty above the
water; atop of each is a colossal stone figure seated
on a throne. Thus these pyramids are a hundred
fathoms high; and a hundred fathoms equal a fur-
long of six hundred feet, the fathom measuring six
feet or four cubits, the foot four spans and the cubit
six spans. The water of the lake is not natural
(for the country here is exceeding waterless) but
brought by a channel from the Nile; six months it
flows into the lake, and six back into the river.
For the six months that it flows from the lake, the
daily take of fish brings a silver talent into the
royal treasury, and twenty minae for each day of
the flow into the lake." [...]
Herodotus; Godley, A. D. (Alfred Denis), 1856-1925
Chapter I. The Sirius Mystery Today.
By Robert Temple (C) 1997
The Sirius Mystery: New Scientific Evidence
Of Alien Contact 5,000 Years Ago
by Robert K.G. Temple
Imagine an infinite cloud of eternal potential,
undefined; whereupon consciousness notices a
point in the cloud, and that specific point
facilitates a collapse of a wave function,
defining a tangible reality: one universe amid
a potential multiversal cloud. These emergent
parallel realities, where timelines bifurcate
into separate universes, may basically be how
time-travel paradoxes are circumvented. If you
travel back in time to successfully convince
your great, great, great grandfather to a life
of celibacy, you manage to erase your emergence
in that timeline, but not the timeline of your
origin. They are separate, parallel timelines.
Therefore, 'paradox' is hypothetically averted.
Happy Quantum Surfing & 'Brane' Shuffling!
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
['Little Gidding V' by T.S. Eliot]
Cited in: 'The Magus' by John Fowles
-- Goo goo g'joob I AM THE EGG man
.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. Neal Ross Attinson .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.
: Doing my best to complete the Nameless Mission :
.:.:.:.:.:. http://metaphorager.net .:.:.:.:.:.
You don't 'set out to produce
a being that might be capable of an order of
mentality higher than their own'.
There is here already a structure
and we are on its lower levels.
Doing what you say is like
hooking bedsheets to get down
from a high-rise building because
you can't find the stairs.
Look around for the stairs.
They go as far as you can
Scientists finds evidence of water ice
[and organics] on asteroid's surface...
Asteroids, once thought as dry and lifeless,
may be home to water and organic materials,
also known as the building blocks of life
KNOXVILLE -- Asteroids may not be the dark,
dry, lifeless chunks of rock scientists
have long thought.
Josh Emery, research assistant professor with
the earth and planetary sciences department
at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville,
has found evidence of water ice and organic
material on the asteroid 24 Themis.
This evidence supports the idea that asteroids
could be responsible for bringing water and
organic material to Earth.
The findings are detailed in the April 29
issue of the journal "Nature."
Using NASA's Infrared Telescope Facility on
Hawaii's Mauna Kea, Emery and Andrew Rivkin
of Johns Hopkins University in Laurel, Md.,
examined the surface of 24 Themis, a
200-kilometer wide asteroid that sits
halfway between Mars and Jupiter.
By measuring the spectrum of infrared
sunlight reflected by the object, the
researchers found the spectrum consistent
with frozen water and determined that 24 Themis
is coated with a thin film of ice.
They also detected organic material.
"The organics we detected appear to be complex,
long-chained molecules. Raining down on a barren
Earth in meteorites, these could have given a
big kick-start to the development of life,"
Emery noted that finding ice on the surface
of 24 Themis was a surprise because the surface
is too warm for ice to stick around for a
"This implies that ice is quite abundant in
the interior of 24 Themis and perhaps many
other asteroids. This ice on asteroids may
be the answer to the puzzle of where Earth's
water came from," he said.
Still, how the water ice got there is unclear.
24 Themis' proximity to the sun causes ice
to vaporize. However, the researchers'
findings suggest the asteroid's lifetime of
ice ranges from thousands to millions of years
depending on the latitude. Therefore, the ice is
regularly being replenished. The scientists
theorize this is done by a process of
"outgassing" in which ice buried within the
asteroid escapes slowly as vapor migrates
through cracks to the surface or as vapor
escapes quickly and sporadically when 24 Themis
is hit by space debris. Since Themis is part
of an asteroid "family" that was formed from
a large impact and the subsequent fragmentation
of a larger body long ago, this scenario means
the parent body also had ice and has deep
implications for how our solar system formed.
The discovery of abundant ice on 24 Themis
demonstrates that water is much more common
in the Main Belt of asteroids than
"Asteroids have generally been viewed as
being very dry. It now appears that when
the asteroids and planets were first forming
in the very early Solar System, ice extended
far into the Main Belt region," Emery said.
"Extending this refined view to planetary
systems around other stars, the building
blocks of life -- water and organics -- may
be more common near each star's habitable zone.
The coming years will be truly exciting as
astronomers search to discover whether these
building blocks of life have worked their
magic there as well."
The scientists' discovery also further blurs
the line between comets and asteroids.
Asteroids have long been considered to be
rocky and comets icy. Furthermore, it was
once believed that comets could have brought
water to Earth. This theory was nixed when it
was discovered comets' water has different
isotopic signatures than water on Earth.
Now, due to Emery and Rivkin's findings,
many wonder if asteroids could be responsible
for seeding Earth with the ingredients for life.
The Nature article is entitled
"Detection of Ice and Organics
on an Asteroidal Surface."
The researchers' work was
supported by the NASA Planetary
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So, are we all saying: "You Can't Get There From Here?"
You may be right.
I may be right.
Who the *^%$@ knows.
A Woman Needs God Like A Fish Needs A Bicycle
h o m e . n e t c o m . c o m / ~ m t h o r n / r a w . h t m
I am quite often asked: How do you feel
about having ALS? The answer is, not a lot.
I try to lead as normal a life as possible,
and not think about my condition, or regret
the things it prevents me from doing, which
are not that many.
It was a great shock to me to discover that
I had motor neurone disease. I had never been
very well co-ordinated physically as a child.
I was not good at ball games, and my handwriting
was the despair of my teachers. Maybe for this
reason, I didn't care much for sport or physical
activities. But things seemed to change when I
went to Oxford, at the age of 17. I took up
coxing and rowing. I was not Boat Race standard,
but I got by at the level of
In my third year at Oxford, however, I noticed
that I seemed to be getting more clumsy, and I
fell over once or twice for no apparent reason.
But it was not until I was at Cambridge, in the
following year, that my father noticed, and took
me to the family doctor. He referred me to a
specialist, and shortly after my 21st birthday,
I went into hospital for tests. I was in for two
weeks, during which I had a wide variety of tests.
They took a muscle sample from my arm, stuck
electrodes into me, and injected some radio
opaque fluid into my spine, and watched it going
up and down with x-rays, as they tilted the bed.
After all that, they didn't tell me what I had,
except that it was not multiple sclerosis, and
that I was an a-typical case. I gathered, however,
that they expected it to continue to get worse,
and that there was nothing they could do, except
give me vitamins. I could see that they didn't
expect them to have much effect. I didn't feel
like asking for more details, because they were
The realisation that I had an incurable disease,
that was likely to kill me in a few years, was
a bit of a shock. How could something like that
happen to me? Why should I be cut off like this?
However, while I had been in hospital, I had seen
a boy I vaguely knew die of leukaemia, in the bed
opposite me. It had not been a pretty sight.
Clearly there were people who were worse off
than me. At least my condition didn't make me
feel sick. Whenever I feel inclined to be sorry
for myself I remember that boy.
Not knowing what was going to happen to me,
or how rapidly the disease would progress,
I was at a loose end. The doctors told me to
go back to Cambridge and carry on with the
research I had just started in general relativity
and cosmology. But I was not making much progress,
because I didn't have much mathematical background.
And, anyway, I might not live long enough to
finish my PhD. I felt somewhat of a tragic
character. I took to listening to Wagner, but
reports in magazine articles that I drank heavily
are an exaggeration. The trouble is once one
article said it, other articles copied it, because
it made a good story. People believe that anything
that has appeared in print so many times must
My dreams at that time were rather disturbed.
Before my condition had been diagnosed, I had
been very bored with life. There had not seemed
to be anything worth doing. But shortly after I
came out of hospital, I dreamt that I was going
to be executed. I suddenly realised that there
were a lot of worthwhile things I could do if I
were reprieved. Another dream, that I had several
times, was that I would sacrifice my life to save
others. After all, if I were going to die anyway,
it might as well do some good. But I didn't die.
In fact, although there was a cloud hanging over
my future, I found, to my surprise, that I was
enjoying life in the present more than before.
I began to make progress with my research, and I
got engaged to a girl called Jane Wilde, whom I
had met just about the time my condition was
diagnosed. That engagement changed my life.
It gave me something to live for. But it also
meant that I had to get a job if we were to get
married. I therefore applied for a research
fellowship at Gonville and Caius (pronounced Keys)
college, Cambridge. To my great surprise, I got a
fellowship, and we got married a few months later.
The fellowship at Caius took care of my immediate
employment problem. I was lucky to have chosen to
work in theoretical physics, because that was one
of the few areas in which my condition would not
be a serious handicap. And I was fortunate that
my scientific reputation increased, at the same
time that my disability got worse. This meant
that people were prepared to offer me a sequence
of positions in which I only had to do research,
without having to lecture.
We were also fortunate in housing. When we were
married, Jane was still an undergraduate at
Westfield College in London, so she had to go up
to London during the week. This meant that we had
to find somewhere I could manage on my own, and
which was central, because I could not walk far.
I asked the College if they could help, but was
told by the then Bursar: it is College policy not
to help Fellows with housing. We therefore put our
name down to rent one of a group of new flats that
were being built in the market place. (Years later,
I discovered that those flats were actually owned
by the College, but they didn't tell me that.)
However, when we returned to Cambridge from a visit
to America after the marriage, we found that the
flats were not ready. As a great concession, the
Bursar said we could have a room in a hostel for
graduate students. He said, "We normally charge
12 shillings and 6 pence a night for this room.
However, as there will be two of you in the room,
we will charge 25 shillings." We stayed there only
three nights. Then we found a small house about
100 yards from my university department.
It belonged to another College, who had let it
to one of its fellows. However he had moved out
to a house he had bought in the suburbs.
He sub-let the house to us for the remaining
three months of his lease. During those three
months, we found that another house in the same
road was standing empty. A neighbour summoned the
owner from Dorset, and told her that it was a
scandal that her house should be empty, when young
people were looking for accommodation. So she let
the house to us. After we had lived there for a
few years, we wanted to buy the house, and do it up.
So we asked my College for a mortgage. However, the
College did a survey, and decided it was not a good
risk. In the end we got a mortgage from a building
society, and my parents gave us the money to do it
up. We lived there for another four years, but it
became too difficult for me to manage the stairs.
By this time, the College appreciated me rather
more, and there was a different Bursar.
They therefore offered us a ground floor flat
in a house that they owned. This suited me very
well, because it had large rooms and wide doors.
It was sufficiently central that I could get to
my University department, or the College, in my
electric wheel chair. It was also nice for our
three children, because it was surrounded by
garden, which was looked after by the
Up to 1974, I was able to feed myself, and get
in and out of bed. Jane managed to help me, and
bring up the children, without outside help.
However, things were getting more difficult,
so we took to having one of my research students
living with us. In return for free accommodation,
and a lot of my attention, they helped me get up
and go to bed. In 1980, we changed to a system
of community and private nurses, who came in for
an hour or two in the morning and evening.
This lasted until I caught pneumonia in 1985.
I had to have a tracheotomy operation.
After this, I had to have 24 hour nursing care.
This was made possible by grants from
Before the operation, my speech had been getting
more slurred, so that only a few people who knew
me well, could understand me. But at least I could
communicate. I wrote scientific papers by dictating
to a secretary, and I gave seminars through an
interpreter, who repeated my words more clearly.
However, the tracheotomy operation removed my
ability to speak altogether. For a time, the only
way I could communicate was to spell out words
letter by letter, by raising my eyebrows when
someone pointed to the right letter on a spelling
card. It is pretty difficult to carry on a
conversation like that, let alone write a
scientific paper. However, a computer expert
in California, called Walt Woltosz, heard of
my plight. He sent me a computer program he had
written, called Equalizer. This allowed me to
select words from a series of menus on the screen,
by pressing a switch in my hand. The program could
also be controlled by a switch, operated by head
or eye movement. When I have built up what I want
to say, I can send it to a speech synthesizer.
At first, I just ran the Equalizer program on
a desk top computer.
However David Mason, of Cambridge Adaptive
Communication, fitted a small portable computer
and a speech synthesizer to my wheel chair.
This system allowed me to communicate much better
than I could before. I can manage up to 15 words
a minute. I can either speak what I have written,
or save it to disk. I can then print it out, or
call it back and speak it sentence by sentence.
Using this system, I have written a book, and
dozens of scientific papers. I have also given
many scientific and popular talks. They have all
been well received. I think that is in a large
part due to the quality of the speech synthesiser,
which is made by Speech Plus. One's voice is very
important. If you have a slurred voice, people are
likely to treat you as mentally deficient: Does he
take sugar? This synthesiser is by far the best I
have heard, because it varies the intonation, and
doesn't speak like a Dalek. The only trouble is
that it gives me an American accent.
I have had motor neurone disease for practically
all my adult life. Yet it has not prevented me from
having a very attractive family, and being successful
in my work. This is thanks to the help I have
received from Jane, my children, and a large number
of other people and organisations. I have been lucky,
that my condition has progressed more slowly than is
often the case. But it shows that one need not
For more information on Motor Neurone Disease
and Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, as well as
other progressive conditions, please follow one
of the links below:
The Motor Neurone Disease Association (UK)
International Alliance of ALS/MND
Associations on the internet
There is also a helpline on 0345 626262
(Monday to Friday 9.00 - 22.30, calls
charged at local rate within the UK).
Stephen W. Hawking - Contact
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Please do not email us your scientific theories -
although they may be valid, we simply do not have
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If you wish to send an email to Professor Hawking
you may do so by mailing: S.W.Hawking-AT-damtp.cam.ac.uk
Engineer Androcles' Disability Advice:
ALS I can pity, but get over it.
If you suffer from Hawking's mental disability, that black hole shit that
pulls out of his arse, see me about science being observation, investigation
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DMT, Moses, and the Quest for Transcendence
by Cliff Pickover, http://pickover.com/ Reality Carnival,
"DMT in the pineal glands of Biblical prophets
gave God to humanity and let ordinary humans
perceive parallel universes."
The molecule DMT (N,N-Dimethyltryptamine) is a
psychoactive chemical that causes intense visions
and can induce its users to quickly enter a completely
different "environment" that some have likened to an
alien or parallel universe. The transition from our
world to theirs occurs with no cessation of consciousness
or quality of awareness. In this environment, beings often
appear who interact with the person who is using DMT.
The beings appear to inhabit this parallel realm.
The DMT experience has the feel of reality in terms of
detail and potential for exploration. The creatures
encountered are often identified as being alienlike
or elflike. Some of the creatures appear to be
three-dimensional. Others appear to lack depth.
Author Terence McKenna has used DMT and feels that,
"Right here and now, one quanta away, there is raging
a universe of active intelligence that is transhuman,
hyperdimensional, and extremely alien... What is driving
religious feeling today is a wish for contact with this
other universe." The aliens seen while using DMT present
themselves "with information that is not drawn from the
personal history of the individual."
DMT is also naturally produced in small quantities in
the human brain, and it has been hypothesized that DMT
is produced in the pineal gland in the brain.
The pineal gland appears in the developing human fetus
around 49 days after conception. Perhaps an embryo
should not be considered human until DMT production
commences. Note that "zygotic personhood" (the idea
that a fertilized egg is a person) is a recent concept.
For example, before 1869, the Catholic church believed
that the embryo was not a person until it was 40 days old.
(See my letter to President Bush on Cloning, Abortion,
and Stem Cell Research.)
Naturally occurring DMT may play a role in near-death
experiences and alien-abduction experiences.
Is it possible that the reality exposed to humans
by injecting DMT is in some sense a valid reality,
on par with our normal reality? Our minds, which
evolved to help us run from lions on the African
savannas, might not be engineered to see these
other realities under normal circumstances.
What is the guarantee that our minds are naturally
designed to sense the "true reality"? Perhaps there
is no guarantee. If this concept seems weird,
consider a far-fetched example. Imagine a creature
or phenomena that has been lurking among us since
the dawn of evolution. If our ancient ancestors
died every time they perceived the phenomena,
evolution would favor creatures who did not perceive
the creatures or phenomena. One might counter this
argument by saying that our modern instruments,
such as X-ray machines and cameras, should be able
to make the creatures apparent to us, even if our
unaided sensorium is not up to the task.
Reasoning further, because our instruments have
not made these realms apparent to us, the realms
must not be real. However, perhaps our traditional
instruments and theories are also not up to the task.
Or perhaps our interpretation of the instruments'
results is incomplete. Perhaps DMT is an instrument.
As a metaphor, consider infrared goggles.
A person leans on a tree. At night, we don't
see the person. Put the goggles on, and a new
reality results -- a truer reality -- and we see
the man. Similarly, is it possible that our brain
is a filter, and the use of DMT is like slipping
on infrared goggles, allowing us to perceive a
valid reality that is inches away and all around us?
In my book The Science of Aliens,
I write about some of Whitley Strieber's experiences.
Strieber is famous for his book Communion, which
describes his encouters with aliens. When I had
written my book, I was somewhat "down" on Strieber
due to some of the more zany descriptions he once
gave of "aliens" he encountered. Some looked
cartoonlike, while others were the more standard
versions of aliens that most of us contemplate today.
In light of reading about DMT experiences, I can see
more of an overlap in Strieber's descriptions
and DMT-induced aliens.
According to Phillip Klass's UFO Abductions:
A Dangerous Game, Strieber appears to have had
a lifetime of unusual experiences. For example,
in April 1977 Strieber held a brief conversation
with a voice that had come over his stereo system
in his New York apartment. Streiber has also
encountered robotlike aliens, aliens with pug noses
wearing blue coveralls, an alien with an inept
cardboard imitation of a blue double-breasted suit
(complete with a white triangle handkerchief sticking
out of the pocket), and tall aliens in tan jumpsuits.
One alien had a "ridiculous excuse for a curly
black toupee on his head." Strieber once even saw
a giant, ugly insect that made him feel mothered
and loved. Another time he reported seeing the head
of a living woman named Kathie Davis on a shelf
inside a UFO. We can view these descriptions in a
new light, now that we know that DMT can often
produce visions of cartoon-like aliens.
If we were to hunt for the DMT elves, would we
direct our attention to Hawking's waveform model
of the universe or Everett's many-worlds
interpretation of quantum mechanics, or even
Is it possible that that some of our human ancestors
produced more DMT than we do today? For example, many
of the ancient Bible stories describe prophets with
DMT-like experiences. (See my book The Paradox of God.)
Consider as one example (Isaiah 6):
Above him were seraphs, each with six wings:
With two wings they covered their faces, with
two they covered their feet, and with two
they were flying. And they were calling
to one another:
"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory."
At the sound of their voices the doorposts
and thresholds shook and the temple was
filled with smoke.
These sorts of ecstatic singing and repetitive
exaltations remind me of subjects who took DMT
and heard: "Now do you see? Now do you see?"
along with singing voices. (These cases are described
in Rick Strassman's book DMT: The Spirit Molecule.)
Maybe this is why the ancients seemed so in touch
with God and with miracles and visions. Maybe Moses
and Jesus had a greater rate of pineal DMT production
When I asked Rick Strassman, M.D., author of DMT:
The Spirit Molecule, about my theory, he responded:
I'm not familiar with a specific theory that we
made more DMT in the old days than now. But, are
you familiar with Jaynes' idea of the bicameral
mind--that people routinely hallucinated until
the connections between our hemispheres got evolved
out for whatever reason? I don't think hemispheric
connections would support his idea as much as might
higher levels of endogenous DMT. If indeed we made
more DMT in the past, this may have to do with the
increase in artificial light that has come upon us
in the last 1000 years or so.
Also, recall that DMT experiences sometimes
include 2-D cartoon-like characters. Often DMT
entities lack depth. Could a higher-production
of DMT in ancient people influenced artwork.
Is that part of the reason why cave paintings
and Egyptian art are so two dimensional?
One way to imagine how other realities could exist
side by side with our own is to consider the forces
that produced the diversity of senses and
intelligences right here on Earth. In a real way,
there are already alien worlds right here among us.
Every Earthly creature perceives the world in
an "alien" way. Dogs. Bees. Bats. Cats.
They experience the world with different kinds
of senses. They can smell what we cannot, they
can see what we cannot, they can hear what we cannot.
If the organisms of the Earth were somehow able to
describe their world to you, it would probably not
be recognizable to you. It would seem like the
wildest world from any science-fiction story.
Moreover, if you were able to describe the world
to another species, they would "see" no resemblance
to their own. Our sense of reality would be different;
our way of thinking would be different, and even the
practical technology we would produce would be
different. We do not have to contemplate aliens
or science fiction to imagine alienlike senses
and bodies. The animal world of Earth is so diverse
and full of different senses, that creatures are
already walking among us possessing "alien"
awarenesses beyond our understanding.
By studying the creatures of the Earth, we can
hypothesize on the diversity of realities here
on Earth. Aliens would no doubt see a different
world than we do. To best understand this, consider
the Indian luna moth, which has a wingspread of
about 10 cm (4 inches). To our eyes, both the male
and female moths are light green and
indistinguishable from each other.
But the luna moths themselves perceive in the
ultraviolet range of light, and to them the
female looks quite different from the male.
Other creatures have a hard time seeing the
moths when they rest on green leaves, but
luna moths are not camouflaged to one another
since they see each other as brilliantly colored.
For a related Reality Carnival story, see
"People with Charles Bonnet Syndrome
See Beings from Parallel Universes"
and "DMT Users See Insect Gods".
I have also covered the following stories in
the Reality Carnival:
"Man Discovers Intelligent Beings After Consuming DMT,"
"The fleeting reality of DMT machine elves," and
"Psychedelics, Abortion, and the Chrysanthemum."
(Just scan through the Reality Carnival entries
until you find these stories.)
USA-212 is the first flight of...
...the Boeing X-37B Orbital Test Vehicle 1
(X-37B OTV-1), an American unmanned robotic
spacecraft. It was launched aboard an Atlas V
rocket from Cape Canaveral on 22 April 2010,
and is currently operating in low Earth orbit.
Its designation is part of the USA series.
The spacecraft is operated by the United
States Air Force, which has not revealed
what the spaceship's specific payload is,
stating only that it will "demonstrate
various experiments and allow satellite
sensors, subsystems, components, and
associated technology to be transported
into space and back." As the aerodynamic
design is derived from the Space Shuttle,
the X-37 has a similar lift-to-drag ratio,
and thus a smaller cross range at high
altitudes and Mach numbers than the
Hypersonic Technology Vehicle. [...]
X-37 Orbital Test Vehicle
The X-37B Orbital Test Vehicle, or OTV,
is a non-operational system that will demonstrate
a reliable, reusable, unmanned space test platform
for the U.S. Air Force. The objectives of the
OTV program include space experimentation, risk
reduction and a concept of operations development
for reusable space vehicle technologies.
The X-37B Orbital Test Vehicle is the newest and
most advanced re-entry spacecraft. Based on NASA's
X-37 design, the unmanned OTV is designed for
vertical launch to low Earth orbit altitudes where
it can perform long duration space technology
experimentation and testing. Upon command from
the ground, the OTV autonomously re-enters the
atmosphere, descends and lands horizontally on a
runway. The X-37B is the first vehicle since NASA's
Shuttle Orbiter with the ability to return experiments
to Earth for further inspection and analysis.
Technologies to be tested include advanced guidance,
navigation and control, thermal protection systems,
avionics, high temperature structures and seals,
conformal reusable insulation, and lightweight
electromechanical flight systems. In addition,
the X-37B Orbital Test Vehicle will demonstrate
autonomous orbital flight, reentry and landing.
The Air Force Rapid Capabilities Office is leading
the Department of Defense's Orbital Test Vehicle
initiative, by direction of the Under Secretary of
Defense for Acquisition, Technology and Logistics
and the Secretary of the Air Force. The Air Force
OTV effort uses extensive contractor and government
investments in the X-37 program by the Air Force,
NASA and the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency
[DARPA] to continue full-scale development and on-orbit
testing of a long-duration, reusable space vehicle.
NASA's original X-37 program began in l999 and ran
until September 2004 when NASA transferred the program
to DARPA. NASA envisioned building two vehicles, an
Approach and Landing Test Vehicle, or ALTV, and an
Orbital Vehicle. The ALTV validated flight dynamics
and extended the flight envelope beyond the low
speed/low altitude tests conducted by NASA from
1998 through 2001 on the X-40A, a sub-scale version
of the X-37 developed by Air Force Research Labs.
DARPA completed the ALTV portion of the X-37 program
in September 2006 by successfully executing a series
of captive carry and free flight tests. NASA's X-37
Orbital Vehicle was never built: but its design was
the starting point for the Air Force's X-37B Orbital
Test Vehicle program.
The Air Force plans to conduct the first orbital
test flight of the X-37B Orbital Test Vehicle in
April 2010 with a launch from Cape Canaveral Air
Force Station, Fla., on an Atlas V expendable
launch vehicle. Re-entry and recovery activities
will be conducted at Vandenberg Air Force Base,
Calif. or Edwards AFB, Calif.
Primary Mission: Testing reusable space vehicle
Prime Contractor: Boeing
Height: 9 feet, 6 inches (2.9 meters)
Length: 29 feet, 3 inches (8.9 meters)
Wingspan: 14 feet, 11 inches (4.5 meters)
Launch Weight: 11,000 pounds (4,990 kilograms)
Power: Gallium Arsenide Solar Cells
with lithium-Ion batteries
Launch Vehicle: Lockheed-Martin Atlas V (501)
Point of Contact
Office of the Secretary of the Air Force (Public Affairs),
1690 Air Force Pentagon, Washington D.C. 20330-1690;
Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency
Commissions advanced research for DoD.
It was founded in response to the surprise
Sputnik launch in 1958 and fathered the
Internet somewhere along the way.
Connecting To The Cosmos
Pecan oil is highly polyunsaturated.
Happy Wapurgisnacht / Beltane / etc. !!!!!!!!
"The night from April 30 to May 1 is called
the night of Walpurgis or Walpurga."
Sleep Paralysis and Associated Hypnagogic and
"Sleep paralysis, or more properly, sleep paralysis
with hypnagogic and hypnopompic hallucinations
have been singled out as a particularly likely source
of beliefs concerning not only alien abductions, but
all manner of beliefs in alternative realities and
otherworldly creatures. Sleep paralysis is a condition
in which someone, most often lying in a supine
position, about to drop of to sleep, or just upon
waking from sleep realizes that s/he is unable to
move, or speak, or cry out. This may last a few
seconds or several moments, occasionally longer.
People frequently report feeling a 'presence' that is
often described as malevolent, threatening, or evil.
An intense sense of dread and terror is very
common. The presence is likely to be vaguely felt or
sensed just out of sight but thought to be watching or
monitoring, often with intense interest, sometimes
standing by, or sitting on, the bed. On some
occasions the presence may attack, strangling and
exerting crushing pressure on the chest. People also
report auditory, visual, proprioceptive, and tactile
hallucinations, as well as floating sensations and
out-of-body experiences..." [Cont. at:
See also, Stanton Friedman's review of
Susan Clancy's ABDUCTED: HOW PEOPLE COME
TO BELIEVE THEY WERE KIDNAPPED BY ALIENS
Zeta Reticulii & J-Rod
Sumerian and Akkadian cuneiform scripts...
The Akkadian cuneiform script was adapted from
Sumerian cuneiform in about 2350 BC. At the same
time, many Sumerian words were borrowed into
Akkadian, and Sumerian logograms were given both
Sumerian and Akkadian readings.
In many ways the process of adapting the Sumerian
script to the Akkadian language resembles the way
the Chinese script was adapted to write Japanese.
Akkadian, like Japanese, was polysyllabic and
used a range of inflections while Sumerian, like
Chinese, had few or no inflections.
The Akkadian script was used until about the
1st century AD and was adapted to write many
other languages of Mesopotamia, including
Babylonian and Assyrian.
Between 200 and 400 symbols were used to
Akkadian, though in some texts many more appear.
The symbols consisted of phonograms, representing
spoken syllables, determinatives, which indicated
the category a word belonged to and logograms,
which represented whole words.
Many of the symbols had multiple pronunciations.
Normally used to write:
Akkadian, a Semitic language that was spoken in
Mesopotamia (modern Iraq and Syria) between about
2800 BC and 500 AD.
Free Akkadian fonts (TeX and LaTeX only)
The Akkadian language pages -
details of the Akkadian language and
writing system: http://www.sron.nl/~jheise/akkadian
Other cuneiform scripts:
Old Persian Cuneiform:
Akkadian is one of the great cultural languages
of world history. Akkadian (or Babylonian-Assyrian)
is the collective name for the spoken languages of
the culture in the three millennia BCE in Mesopotamia,
the area between the rivers Euphrates and Tigris,
approx. covering modern Irak.
The Code of Hammurabi:
The Code of Hammurabi
Translated by L. W. King
"When Anu the Sublime, King of the Anunaki, and Bel,
the lord of Heaven and earth, who decreed the fate of
the land, assigned to Marduk, the over-ruling son of
Ea, God of righteousness, dominion over earthly man,
and made him great among the Igigi, they called Babylon
by his illustrious name, made it great on earth, and
founded an everlasting kingdom in it, whose foundations
are laid so solidly as those of heaven and earth;
then Anu and Bel called by name me, Hammurabi, the
exalted prince, who feared God, to bring about the rule
of righteousness in the land, to destroy the wicked and
the evil-doers; so that the strong should not harm the
weak; so that I should rule over the black-headed
people like Shamash, and enlighten the land, to
further the well-being of mankind."
SUMERIAN CUNEIFORM CONE - 2100BCE
"For Ningirsu, mighty warrior of Enlil,
Gudea, Governor of Lagash, produced everything
needed and built and restored Eninnu, Ningirsu's
shining Imdugud bird. He (Gudea) made for him
(Ningirsu), he restored it for him."
"Gilgamesh tomb believed found
Archaeologists in Iraq believe
they may have found the lost
tomb of King Gilgamesh - the
subject of the oldest book in
Saw this at the Machine Learning Archives:
and couldn't resist...
<> From: Franklin Wayne Poley
<> Date: Wed Apr 26, 2000 7:42pm
<> Subject: Machine Explorers
<> Suppose you were to send a team of interacting,
<> communicating robots on a mission of exploration
<> and discovery into a foreign culture (on this
<> planet or any other) which is as advanced as any
<> presently known human civilization. The purpose
<> of the mission is LEARNING (and it will be done
<> by means of these machines)...learning "as much
<> as is humanly possible" about the newly discovered
<> "culture x". How would you program these machines
<> so that they will achieve their mission?
<> (Assume that they have the best computing power
<> money can buy and state of the art hardware
<> in general).
This passage: ["...which is as advanced as any
presently known human civilization."], of course,
makes the task extremely easiser than if the culture
was more primitive (or advanced) than our own noisy,
electro-magnetic one. Our dynamic, robotic, research
scientists need only monitor all the transmission
frequencies for communications and organize all the
data into some sort of meaningful analysis for
That's the safest, most non-interferring way to go,
but it does lack a certain visceral interface with
the "flesh and blood" beings, (or whatever will be
the physical medium housing the denizens in question).
To put a living face on the data might require some
kind of direct interaction with the subjects, or at
least one such subject of our tele-present researches.
Enter the abduction!
Okay... we can't go around abducting higher
lifeforms (unless it's a military operation,
or we're studying wild animals), so somehow
our clever robots will have to find a way to
gather physical evidence without being
intrusive or detectable.
Maybe we better just get over our ethical standards,
have our robots abduct a few unlucky beings anyway,
immobilize them, perform various tests, release them,
and take our chances with the incredulity factor:
no other of their kind will ever truly believe their
story unless it were disguised as a believable event
within their consensual context, which our robots
would have gleaned from an exhaustive study of their
transmissions, tailoring the abduction accordingly.
[Of course, this sort of technological capability we
at present lack, so I'm tangentially digressing a
bit here from your original premise].
Not a good idea, this abducting business,
is it? Too messy!
That leaves direct and open "contact".
After all, if they really do possess a culture:
"which is as advanced as any presently known
human civilization," then our robots will be
studying a peer, and potential ally; therefore,
our probes will not require a circuitry
sophisticated in the arts of surreptitious
data mining, but must, rather, follow a diplomatic
protocol of bio-morphically understood communication
between sentient lifeforms inhabiting a predatorial
universe, i.e. they must "be cool", introduce
themselves, and patiently await feedback, with a
variable programmed goal of establishing a dialogue.
Anything less would be uncivilized!
A Few Remaining Questions:
What would be our response
if they "blew up" our robots?
What if they possessed an equally advanced
culture as our own, but didn't use any
electro-magnetic frequencies or any other
detectable or decipherable transmissions?
What if they were pre-technological?
What if they were us in the past?
(Huh?! Nevermind that last one)...
Towards a Jungian Psychology of Technology
Erik Davis' - Techgnosis
NetFuture - Technology and Human Responsibility
"Pay attention. And keep breathing." -- T. McKenna (1946-2000)
THE HEDONISTIC IMPERATIVE
A B S T R A C T
This manifesto outlines a biological strategy
to eradicate suffering in all sentient life.
The Post-Darwinian agenda is ambitious,
implausible, but technically feasible. It is
defended here on ethical utilitarian grounds.
Nanotechnology and genetic-engineering allow
us to discard the legacy-wetware of our
evolutionary past. We can rewrite the
vertebrate genome, redesign the global
ecosystem, and abolish suffering throughout
the living world.
[Cont... http://www.hedweb.com/hedab.htm ]
... is a nice antidote to a bit of temporary technophobia
which recently passed thru my mindgland, to wit:
On the weekend of April 14-16, 2000,
Professor Michio Kaku, stated in part:
"... Von Neumann Probes
are self-replicating machines. They land
on a moon, create a factory that creates
thousands of copies of themselves that
shoot out to other moons, land on the moon,
create thousands of copies of them and
shoot out again. OK. Each time they land
on a moon they leave an alarm clock waiting
for a 'Type Zero' civilization to attain
'Type One' status, which would be interesting
for a 'Type Three' civilization. ..."
[ http://mkaku.org/home/?page_id=246 ]
"The new Pandora's boxes of genetics, nanotechnology,
and robotics are almost open, yet we seem hardly to
have noticed. Ideas can't be put back in a box; unlike
uranium or plutonium, they don't need to be mined and
refined, and they can be freely copied. Once they are
out, they are out." -- Bill Joy
Bill Joy's "Wired" article:
"Why the future doesn't need us.
Our most powerful 21st-century
technologies - robotics, genetic
engineering, and nanotech - are
threatening to make humans an
"This is the first moment in the history of our planet
when any species, by its own voluntary actions, has become
a danger to itself - as well as to vast numbers of others.
"It might be a familiar progression, transpiring on many
worlds - a planet, newly formed, placidly revolves around
its star; life slowly forms; a kaleidoscopic procession of
creatures evolves; intelligence emerges which, at least up
to a point, confers enormous survival value; and then
technology is invented. It dawns on them that there are such
things as laws of Nature, that these laws can be revealed by
experiment, and that knowledge of these laws can be made both
to save and to take lives, both on unprecedented scales.
Science, they recognize, grants immense powers. In a flash,
they create world-altering contrivances. Some planetary
civilizations see their way through, place limits on what may
and what must not be done, and safely pass through the time
of perils. Others, not so lucky or so prudent, perish."
--Carl Sagan, writing in 1994, in "Pale Blue Dot",
quoted by Bill Joy
> "It might be a familiar progression, transpiring on many
> worlds - a planet, newly formed, placidly revolves around
> its star; life slowly forms; a kaleidoscopic procession of
> creatures evolves; intelligence emerges which, at least up
> to a point, confers enormous survival value; and then
> technology is invented. It dawns on them that there are such
> things as laws of Nature, that these laws can be revealed by
> experiment, and that knowledge of these laws can be made both
> to save and to take lives, both on unprecedented scales.
> Science, they recognize, grants immense powers. In a flash,
> they create world-altering contrivances. Some planetary
> civilizations see their way through, place limits on what may
> and what must not be done, and safely pass through the time
> of perils. Others, not so lucky or so prudent, perish."
> --Carl Sagan, writing in 1994, in "Pale Blue Dot",
> quoted by Bill Joy
So, how do we go about discovering these other guys?
WHAT?! No Non Sequitur?!!
<> "Because of a scheduling conflict,
<> please note that the Candy Convention
<> has been moved to room 2121, in order
<> to make space for the previously
<> scheduled Candy Shaped Rat Poison
<> Convention in Room 1212.
<> We apologize for the misunderstanding."
How Chimpanzees Mourn Their Dead
James Anderson of the University of Stirling
says of the safari park chimps:
"Several phenomena have at one time or another
been considered as setting humans apart from other
species: reasoning ability, language ability,
tool use, cultural variation, and self-awareness,
for example, but science has provided strong
evidence that the boundaries between us and other
species are nowhere near to being as clearly
defined as many people used to think.
The awareness of death is another such psychological
phenomenon. The findings we've described, along with
other observations of how chimpanzees respond to
dead and dying companions, indicate that their
awareness of death is probably more highly developed
than is often suggested. It may be related to their
sense of self-awareness, shown through phenomena
such as self-recognition and empathy towards others."
[Papers published in Current Biology:
http://www.cell.com/current-biology/home , Press Release:
How Chimpanzees Mourn Their Dead
"Let's assume, for the moment, that human
beings are the smartest species on Earth.
If, for the sake of discussion, we define smart
as the capacity of a species to do abstract
mathematics then one might further assume that
human beings are the only smart species to have
ever lived. What are the chances that this first
and only smart species in the history of life on
Earth has enough smarts to completely figure out
how the universe works? Chimpanzees are an
evolutionary hair's-width from us yet I think we
can agree that no amount of tutelage will ever
leave a chimp fluent in trigonometry. Now imagine
a species on Earth, or anywhere else, as smart
compared with humans as humans are compared with
chimpanzees. How much of the universe might they
figure out?" --Neil deGrasse Tyson
[ The Beginning of Science -- From Natural
History Magazine -- March 2001
The Period of Hallucinations (Chonyid Bardo)
THE PRINCE AND THE MAGICIAN
by John Fowles [from 'The Magus']
Once upon a time there was a young prince,
who believed in all things but three.
He did not believe in princesses, he did not
believe in islands, he did not believe in God.
His father, the king, told him that such
things did not exist. As there were no princesses
or islands in his father's domaines, and no
sign of God, the young prince believed his father.
But then, one day, the prince ran away from
He came to the next land. There, to his
astonishment, from every coast he saw islands,
and on these islands, strange and troubling
creatures whom he dared not name. As he was
searching for a boat, a man in full evening
dress approached him along the shore.
"Are those real islands?" asked the young prince.
"Of course they are real islands," said the man in
"And those strange and troubling creatures?"
"They are all genuine and authentic princesses."
"Then God also must exist!" cried the prince.
"I am God," replied the man in full evening
dress, with a bow.
The young prince returned home as quickly
as he could.
"So you are back," said his father, the king.
"I have seen islands, I have seen princesses,
I have seen God," said the prince reproachfully.
The king was unmoved. "Neither real islands,
nor real princesses, nor a real God, exist."
"I saw them!"
"Tell me how God was dressed."
"God was in full evening dress."
"Were the sleeves of his coat rolled back?"
The prince remembered that they had been. The
king smiled. "That is the uniform of a magician.
You have been deceived."
At this, the prince returned to the next land, and
went to the same shore, where once again he came
upon the man in full evening dress. "My father the
king has told me who you are," said the young prince
indignantly. "You deceived me last time, but not again.
Now I know that those are not real islands and real
princesses, because you are a magician."
The man on the shore smiled. "It is you who are
deceived, my boy. In your father's kingdom there
are many islands and many princesses. But you are
under your father's spell, so you cannot see them."
The prince returned pensively home. When he saw
his father, he looked him in the eyes. "Father, is it
true that you are not a real king, but only a magician?"
The king smiled, and rolled back his sleeves.
"Yes, my son, I am only a magician."
"Then the man on the shore was God."
"The man on the shore was another magician."
"I must know the real truth, the truth beyond magic."
"There is no truth beyond magic," said the king.
The prince was full of sadness. He said,
"I will kill myself."
The king by magic caused death to appear. Death
stood in the door and beckoned to the prince. The
prince shuddered. He remembered the beautiful but
unreal islands and the unreal but beautiful princesses.
"Very well," he said. "I can bear it."
"You see, my son," said the king, "you too now begin
to be a magician."
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
['Little Gidding V' by T.S. Eliot]
Cited in: 'The Magus' by John Fowles
"Everybody understands Mickey Mouse.
A few people understand Herman Hesse.
Hardly anybody understands Einstein.
And nobody understands Emperor Norton."
-- Malaclypse the Younger
(|) From The Book of Lies - LIBER CCCXXXIII
by Frater Perdurabo aka A.C.:
A Sorcerer by the power of his
magick had subdued all things to
Would he travel? He could fly
through space more swiftly than
Would he eat, drink, and take
his pleasure? There was none
that did not instantly obey his
In the whole system of ten
million times ten million spheres
upon the two and twenty million
planes he had his desire.
And with all this he was but
 "Fiction, as a vehicle, has often been used
 by occultists ... Ideas not acceptable to
 the everyday mind, limited by prejudice and
 spoiled by a 'bread-winning' education, can
 be made to slip past the censor, and by
 means of the novel, the poem, the short
 story be effectually planted in soil which
 would otherwise reject or destroy them."
 The Magical Revival by Kenneth Grant
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 "My observation of the Universe convinces
 me that there are beings of intelligence
 and power of a far higher quality than
 anything we can conceive of as human;
 that they are not necessarily based on
 the cerebral and nervous structures that
 we know, and that the one and only
 chance for mankind to advance as a whole
 is for individuals to make contact with
 such beings." -- Crowley (1944)
 Plan 93 from Outer Space
 by P.R. Koenig
<> Manipulating the Minions & More...
I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
"Your living is determined not so much
by what life brings to you as by the
attitude you bring to life; not so
much by what happens to you as by the
way your mind looks at what happens."
"Open the pod bay doors, HAL."
-- David Bowman
What? Another mismash of quoted material too long to even bother
Ernest Borgnine is cognate with Ragnar Hairybreeks
Hoping for a bit about falconry ("things fall apart..."), only to find the
melancholy shade of Anders "snowman" Sandberg. This thread is not quite
living up to its potential.
Yes, that is alot of dots!
*Phew* for a brief moment i thought there was gong to be a dump on
Stephen Hawking thread:)
Perhaps some black hole enthusiast that didn't care for the concept of
Mr. Joseph Paul Littleshoes Esq.
Domine, dirige nos.
Let the games begin!
In article <4BFD86F2...@isp.com>,
Mr. Joseph Littleshoes Esq. <jpst...@isp.com> wrote:
>*Phew* for a brief moment i thought there was gong to be a dump on
>Stephen Hawking thread:)
>Perhaps some black hole enthusiast that didn't care for the concept of
In the aggregate, these seemingly disjointed turns of phrase -- "a dump on
Stephen Hawking" and "hawking radiation" -- waft the whiff of the "mute"
or at best chalk. Which is, I suppose, what we're doing here: fighting our
way out of the entropic gyre by scribbling or perhaps simply daubing the
walls. Surely some revelation is at hand.
Entropy can be beat as long as there are energy sources around and
That's only a delaying tactic, like paying this month's mortgage
installment by taking out a home equity loan.
If the delay is until the end of the universe, whenever that is, who
>> That's only a delaying tactic, like paying this month's mortgage
>> installment by taking out a home equity loan.
>If the delay is until the end of the universe, whenever that is, who
"My friend here has smelled your food, and you have heard his money," said
Mullah Nasruddin. "The debt is paid."
It's that very tactic that immanentizes the eschaton in the first
place. If energy wasn't constantly being borrowed from Peter to pay
Paul, there would be no end of the universe at all. So you're not
beating entropy that way, but contributing to it.
I'm not worried about it. More important fish to fry..
"Pecan oil is highly polyunsaturated."
Life is fleeting. Seize the day.
I do dat.