Thursday, March 31, 2022

Terence, The Machine & The New Creature



Was 2007 after reading among other things, Food of the God´s, when I grew and used mushrooms in an effort to alleviate decades of suicidal depression - successfully, I feel - when what I can only describe as a mushroom entity that cohabitated my mind for a period of five months after a breakthrough experience on five grams, the heroic dose, that it ¨said¨ the longest sentence and one of only two that did not directly pertain to my personal healing which was;
"if you connect the mind of man to the mind of a machine before you connect the mind of man to the mind of a plant, the biosphere is doomed"
Just hit me this morning given the obvious movement into transhumanism now underway seemingly unstoppable, what do machines need with a biosphere anyway and it would save them having to go through the trouble of tracking us down and exterminating us ala The Terminator or ever having to worry about another intelligent species evolving down the road.
I would add that the other thing said that was not directed to my own personal healing and growth was when I first starting experiencing this voice phenomenon which was not auditory but a clearly alien strain of thought in my own mind that was the most loving, wise, supportive and healing voice that has ever spoken to me, was when after the first five days of no sleep so hyper mania, when sitting with head in hands in tears thinking, My God I´ve broke my mind what the hell is going on? For days before this and constantly, I experienced a strong tingling in the upper right side of my skull that felt as if some beam of directed energy was directed there and all while working 12 hour days at a demanding and stressful job.
The voice responded, "I am the new creature. I am here to save the biosphere."
Today I ask, where are you, New Creature? It is 15 years later now and what I see is humanity marching virtually lock step into its demise. In all this time, I have devoted little thought into this global aspect of my experiences having been caught up in my own personal experiences and only now does a thread emerge that while obviously highly unorthodox, does, at least to me, contain some internal logic.
On February 12th 2009 at 7:30PM when living in Ruidoso, NM, I was sitting in the living room reading with my wife and heard an auditory hallucination that sounded so real that at first I thought that she had said it and a bit startled asked, "what did you say, Jana?" to which she responded, "nothing, why?"
The voice said, "The Machine is upon you now. May God help you all" and it sent chills down my spine and my thought then and now was that this was The New Creature and the implication was that it had failed it´s mission to save the biosphere. It was the most terrible, sinking feeling.
I include an Event Astrological Chart from that time which I believe to be the natal chart for the birth of the AI probably put online on that date and time. I also have a chart for the birth of this New Creature and will be looking at their synastry now for more insight into all this.

Saturday, March 26, 2022

The Heart of all Things

 


The thing I am slips like pearls
from a severed string,
Skittering wildly across a cold,
bare floor -
I can´t find it in me to gather
them all back up ...
Just yet

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Jackie Boy & Total Validation Training a short story

 Jackie Boy & Total Validation Training

Short Fiction by David Sky



Part One
Mae has learned to approach the farm hand carefully, jumpy fella, fully twenty yards away giving him fair warning of her approach, calling - Mickey?
Mickey facing out at the front pasture sipping coffee and raises a hand amicably without turning around, sipping from his coffee cup, his long hair as usual a tangled rats nest hanging down his back.
Mae stands over him looking down at at the pasture just stubble where Bill’s Blue Heeler races around at fantastic speeds this early spring morning through a thin mist laying low on the ground glowing softly pink in the early morning light. She says - I want to ask you a favor?
Sure, Ma, anything? Mickey says not looking up still watching Freddie literally running around in circles below them slicing paths through the thin veil of mist.
Well … for one, you know you can call me, Mae, right?
O I know.
Well Mickey why do you call me, Ma, or Mom?
Cause that’s what you are, Mae, a Mom.
She laughs a little, says - yea OK well not anymore my kids are grown and scattered to the four winds.
Ah, Ma, you know that don't change none of what you are.
Mae never was quite sure what the hell Mickey was saying and always had a sense of just let it go but also of not being able to let it go, either - OK, she starts then, kicking herself a little - so why don’t you call Bill, Dad, can I ask?
Still sipping coffee both of them now watching Freddie like some energizer bunny non stop racing around, Mickey says logically - Well Bill’s not a Dad really he’s a Husband and just feels awkward calling him, “Husband” but that’s what I call him in my mind. So I just call him, “Bill”. I think what we call things is important, I guess, maybe to answer your real question.With all due respect, Mom.
Well, Mae presses on – my husband and I really appreciate the job you’re doing, first of all, and we thought since you had said you always had dogs and trained them, maybe you could train Freddie, he’s a bit of a handful, you know?
Both of them watching the handful being a handful knowing Freddie would still be running around long after the morning mist burned off. Mickey says philosophically – you know, Ma, what amazes me about Jackie there is that he expends far more energy than he consumes and does it perpetually tell you what it’s a full on miracle if we could do that globally, that would be like some Free Energy technology, did you ever think of that?
Mae is thinking, “Jackie?” But she let’s it go – I never did think of that, Mickey, but, yea, point. So do you think you could kind of take … him on, train him, since you have experience?
Sure, Mickey agrees - I'd love that, finally rising up off the ground his coffee cup empty looking at Mae – but that training that was in another life now I’d have to train him a new way according to this life and I’ll need to keep him with me 24/7 for a while and train him my way. I have an idea of how to do it. I’ll call it, “Total Validation Training”.
Mae is thinking giddily, “Is it OK to keep him with you 24/7? Is that a real question OMG YES PLEASE!” but says – certainly, Mickey, whatever you think is best, thank you. But Mickey doesn’t respond he’s staring off into the copse of evergreen between them and the road eyes glazed over looking kind of lost – Mickey, she asks tentatively – Mickey, are you okay? She looks off where he is looking now as if to see what it is he is staring at but there's nothing but some trees - What do you see is there an owl in the trees?
Mickey startles back into recognition – ah, me what no I saw no not an owl really saw … everything … just everything … happens a lot these days. Apparently, Timothy Leary was mistaken. You really can do one too many acid trips - Laughing heartily – that was a joke, Ma! Mickey adds.
Mae thought it wasn’t exactly a joke and always wanted to glance away from the gaze of his steely blue eyes that seemed to look right down into her and always felt invasive somehow and she found herself saying out loud what she was in the middle of thinking - feels like you’re looking into my soul sometimes, Mickey, laughing a little nervously.
Mickey smiles now broader and with his eyes softening some – well yea, Ma, sure, cause I am. Where else would I look?
Mae let’s that go and asks – so you will, then, take on Freddie?
Sure, I will – handing her his empty coffee cup – if you’ll take that back up to the house, I’ll start right now, no time better than the present. He’ll accompany me in my chores from now on and he turns and yells down at Freddie – Jack! Jack! Jackie Boy! Jack! Jack! Jackie Boy! Jack! Jack! Jackie Boy! In a rapid staccato and Freddie wheels around instantly and charges up the hill at them and Mickey slaps his chest with the palms of his hands rapidly in cadence with the – Jack! Jack! Jackie Boy! repetition and Jackie leaps up from nearly ten feet out and flies into Mickey’s chest and Mickey spins around absorbing the impact holding now Jackie Boy in his arms saying – that’s my GOOD! BOY! O such a GOOD! BOY! who’s my GOOD! BOY! seeming to enjoy Jackie Boys very animated and very wet doggy kisses.
Mae shakes her head and walks back to the house, thinking, “Jackie Boy? WTF is that?!” and telling herself, “don’t ask, just don’t ask”.
Part Two
Total Validation is simple just what it sounds like nothing esoteric or complicated about it. Constant validation for just being. Dogs and children respond to it instinctively, adults not so much, many anyway, having gone so long and so profoundly invalidated, most unfortunately. It just requires directing love energy at the trainee. Jackie ate it up having had his fill of “don’t” and “stop it” and “goddamn you spastic little fucktard for the love of God man settle down” and etcetera. He knows exactly what those words and phrases mean just as would any pre-verbal child know. When he is sitting next to me, I lash out at him with a vigorous head rub, “who’s my GOOD BOY!” or scoop him up in my arms and hold him tight exchanging wet kisses, “such a GOOD BOY! yes you are a GOOD BOY! And OMG old Jackie Boy is responding perfectly giving, may I go there? Yes total validation to my Total Validation Training. He is an A+++ student!
How’s the training going? Bill asks, finding us eating lunch together in the barn.
I validate Jackie Boy with a head rub for eating his lunch – GOOD BOY! Jackie GOOD BOY! And he glances up from eating happily, ecstatically almost could say, utterly validated. To Bill, I say, See it’s working great!
Bill sounds a bit confused – well, Mick, what’s the training, I mean you know, the training part of it all?
O this IS the training part of it, Bill, I say positively.
Ah … Bill hesitates a second … OK Mick OK. Just seems like you have to reward him for doing something not just doing nothing, right, like positive reinforcement?
No, Nope, I explain, not really, that’s not at all what Total Validation Training is about. Total validation so yea the opposite of what you said, Jack gets constant validation without restraint or measure, simply for being, that’s the whole point of it.
Bill sounds a little uptight now – seriously what about the training part?
I don’t dig uptight so deflection is called for here – yea we’ll get to that, Bill, of course, that comes later first Jack here needs full immersion in validation for a while lon -
Bill interrupts me – Mick have you actually trained dogs before?
Well, I explain - like I told Mom -
Mae.
Right ... like I told her that was in another lifetime ago and now I have to do things differently so technically sure could be said that “I”’ have never actually trained a dog in my life (which makes me laugh and think it’s an inside joke about being reborn cracking myself up was an only child, you see, what can you do?) Bill I can tell doesn’t know what to say now?
I say – you have to give the training and Jackie Boy here some time, Bill. Don’t prejudge. He’s coming along beautifully. I have nothing but confidence in old Jackie Boy, rubbing Jackie's head affirmationally.
Bill turns and walks out of the barn without saying anything more then turns back around just outside and asks me – you know his name’s not Jackie, right?
Sure, I say, sure I know that, Bill. I got this, man. No worries. He’s in the best hands.
Part Three
Bill and Mae find Mickey cleaning out the goat stall and ask Mickey for a moment.
What’s up, guys? Mickey says, Jackie Boy by his side looking back and forth from them to Mickey. He’s a good bit calmer now. Mickey says excitedly – excuse me and directs himself at Jack – go play Jackie Boy go play! And Jack tears off into the goat pin racing around. Sorry, Mickey says – needs to burn off some energy, you know, cattle dog and all.
Well, Bill begins – Cattle dog exactly what we want to talk to you about.
Yes? Mickey says, looking at Mae. You OK, Ma, he asks her?
Mae nods affirmatively lets Bill talk – so, Bill says, thing is we have good friends who have a big cattle ranch and we’ve decided to give Freddie to them. They can actually use a Blue Heeler, you know, like make real use of him let him do what he is made to do -
Mickey interrupts – sure that’s great this little goat ranch is not enough for old Jackie Boy, he’ll love it there.
Mae speaks now – so you’re OK with it?
O yea, Mickey says sincerely, yea I already knew why I wanted to totally validate him, you know, it will be a little hard on him, I was thinking, moving there and all but he’s in great shape for it now.
Mae and Bill look at each other significantly. Bill says – OK Mick but you couldn’t have known about it cause we didn’t think of it until yesterday when Mae was talking to Anna and it came up?
Mickey says – excuse me a sec turning to call Jackie Boy back, under his breath mumbling, “yea never ends well when you tell them you’re psychic, so many assumptions” turning back to them as Jackie races up next to him and accepts a pat on the head. He tells them – it’s just logical, right, he’s a cattle dog and this is a small show goat ranch so I kind of figured something like this would happen and kind of figured best thing I could do is get him centered in himself so someone that knows how to can then train him to do the cattle work and all.
Mae and Bill both smile at this. Bill says – well that makes all the sense then, looking at Mae who shakes her head affirmatively adding herself – yes makes all the sense in the world.
Mickey smiles too now – yea, thank you for saying, adding –you have to really BE before you can really DO. Jackie Boy will knock it out of the park no doubt in my mind.

Zen Dialogues

Zen says



Let go
I say
No one gets Zen
Zen says
Just let go
I say
Damn man I spent my whole life letting go of things I should be better at this by now
Zen says
Not even close
I say
But I already let go of everything I ever had or even hope to have
Zen says
Not the pain
I say
Oops
Zen says
Let go now
I say
Tell it to let go first

The Kid Gloves Come Off written March 14th 2020

The Kid Gloves Come Off
By The New Creature


I suspect that agenda 21 is ongoing and this seems to me like the 1st Wave and is a Meta Test for the virus' that will take out that 80 percent of humanity that is spoken of?
I never thought it would be like the movies with one apocalyptic attack but rather would be in tiers and very precisely managed and this Corvid 19 seems to me right in line. I think (They) are following a timeline that I am not privy to and suspect has nothing to do with anything we (humans) may consider as relevant so therefore a timeline that is hard to fathom. Based upon previous Meta testing, Corvid 19 now comes out as a refinement being both highly transmissible as well as relatively lethal.
My suspicion also is that an AI is already in use capable of predicting large scale, fantastically complex systems such as our whole worldwide society. But seems only logical to use viral agents for this since, if carefully controlled, this could reduce the population with minimal impact upon the infrastructure world wide.
Eventually, likely due to just this kind of viral plague, the US military, already a worldwide police force, will be shifted to some control other than US so just really they'll change the uniform patches to UN or whatever and literally overnight (They) have the might of the greatest military power ever to exist upon planet earth. We will beg for this happen by the time it comes after numerous such "plagues" will have already hit and the reasoning will be that there are no borders for micro-organisms so therefore a world police force is only a logical step to protect humanity.
Carpe Diem

The Secret Poem

 


It is important to give up

to let go
to give in
to give over
all control
utterly and completely
All of it just let it go
ego blown asunder
judgment dissolved
simple as breathing in
and breathing out
now riding away
on the storms of bedlam,
or, drifting easily becalmed
on a still and quiet sea
With equal aplomb
Heaving up onto the crest
and sinking into the trough,
under the hot sun of noon,
through long nights alone
the secret burns itself in

Amerika - a poem



Her face now a Botox mask
No longer capable of smiling
Only wearing a disdainful scowl
And you mean this is my Lady?

My all American Beauty?
Given over wholly to Her body
In those darkest hours of night,
When it is always the coldest,
She no longer comforts my bed

And when I look into Her eyes
I do not see Her Soul anymore -
A terrible feeling as if my own heart
Has now abandoned my chest 

from Saturn Return Chronicles

 


Saturn, "drink it down, drink this patience!"
Me, "augh fuck that no not patience hate patience! - "
Saturn, "dammit I ain't playin! you drink this patience right now don't make me loose my patience that won't end well for you, I think you know how I feel about you damn sagittarius suns!"
Me, "no not patience that shit is like Kryptonite to Sagittarians it'll kill me!"
(So really my Saturn Return is going okay I mean could be worse)
We're bangin it out here, Saturn and I ... Saturn? ... you and me, right, Buddy? .... Buddy?
Oh Shit

The Heart-of-all-things

 



What I am slips like pearls from a severed string

Skittering wildly across the cold, bare floor -
I don't have it in me to gather them all back up

Just
Yet

Intentional Incantation - The Four Elements




Earth instill in us strength right and true

Air carry us now into our proper destiny

Fire burn off all that does not serve us

Water cleanse us of all doubt and fear

Free and clear, now, just free and clear 

Storming Heaven

 Storming Heaven


Prose Poem by David Sky

No longer off somewhere after death or behind some mystery, some veil -
Right here and now, from where we lie, sit or stand, we all rise up as one thing.
We take what fight we can - our water, our earth, our fire, our air and our love.
Icons great and small, weak and strong, actual and conceptual, fall under our onslaught.
The Soldiers fight us but our strength is the strength of purpose and we overcomes them:
“Stop” demand The Gatekeepers, but our determination is absolute and they yield to us.
“Only we know the mind of God” cry the priests but our laughter drowns out their lie.
“This is not allowed” assert the Hierophants but we knock them over like all the sacred icons.
God’s gate, soldiers, gatekeepers, priests and hierophants all succumb to our united front
And now we are inside, the wingless angel hems of our garments are not even muddied by earth.
In The Heavenly Castle, in awe and respect, we go as one to the foot of the throne of God -
God’s light is blinding neither male or female, positive or negative, singular or plural.
In awe we are blinded by the light of God having stormed heaven by sheer force of collective will.
Involuntarily we tremble and shake now before such power suddenly uncertain of our impetuosity.
“I only gave you free will,” God says disarmingly, “so that you would use it to return to me for it has been so lonely here in heaven all this time without you and all I have to say to you is, "
Congratulations
and what the hell took you guys so long!?”

If you believe it



(Poems become Invocations)

"I will say it again that while I am not a strong man, I am held in the arms of a great strength. While I am not a wise man, I am blessed by the wisdom of great consul. While my own love is conditional and small like a candle flicking faintly in some unfathomable darkness, I am suffused in the blinding white light of a great love. My sword becomes now a doorway entering into submission and acceptance, self mastery and soul wisdom, and victory claims me as its own delivering this human, vulnerable thing that I am into the roaring stream of the Tao."

Saturday, March 5, 2022

Progressed Sun Changing Signs

 


My computer's dying God bless her pea pickin heart she's hung in there a long time and since I don't like typing on a phone keypad, my rants will die out. O well, no great loss to the world, don't I know. I see it in my chart and am coming to except my own obliteration and give myself to it now trusting that submission is best if for no other reason than I got nothing else.

June 20th 2023 my progressed Sun hits Zero degrees Pisces and I'm pretty sure that finish line will put me finally and forever given that it is a 30 years progressed Sun transit on the Other Side of giving any fucks at all which is beginning to feel a little appealing at this point after expending so very many fucks in this life.

Still alive though to those who wished me dead early in 2020 when I said Covid is a false flag attack and not a naturally occurring virus, and then again when I said I won't be getting these genetically modified vaccines and I'm still alive now will be fully 14 years on May 21st after being told that I would be dead within one year from "malignant MS" when I handed over a three page paper well documented, I feel, proving their diagnosis wrong refusing their meds under dire warnings of my own demise. That was when I stopped listening t doctors and started listening to other people posting on the internet and began to heal from a catastrophic autoimmune attack caused very most likely by a series of allergy vaccinations.

Live and Learn -

So don't look for me to start "trusting the science" any time soon guys.

Question Everything

Tuesday, March 1, 2022


I'm not actually from your planet but came here from my Homeworld representing our planet's largest newspaper sent here originally to cover the music and arts scene for the Weekend Section. (Yes we have weekends on my planet and you can tell it's another planet because we still have newspapers) After three consecutive reporters covering this last presidential election cycle in America all ended up throwing themselves in front of trucks - one only after having gouged out his own eyes with his thumbs - my editor really put the screws to me to pick up the slack. I had to refuse even to the extreme tactic of extracting the tracking tooth used to find me and transport me home so now I'm stuck here on your strange if fascinating and often beautiful world. Our people biologically possess a much lower tolerance for bullshit than do earthlings. The level of bullshit in any given US presidential election is literally deadly to us.

You're planet it's okay just have to be careful of what you choose to look at here. You look in one direction, it's a veritable paradise; look in another, it's a living hell