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  1. what are your passions?

    I am curious to know exactly what kind of people we have on this forum, over and above general introductions. I am interested to know what fields you find yourself exploring- if you were to give an overview here of yourself, i think it would go a long way to establishing some common grounds. Basically, what moves you? What drives you? What areas do you find yourself exploring? Do you explore the Mystery tradition- magick or mysticism? conspiracy theories? if so, what are your areas of expertise (Ufo's illuminati, masonry, government mind control, psychic experiments)? basically, what do you find yourself actively exploring, questioning and engaging in? I can give a brief idea of myself for you. I am interested in Human evolution, consciousness and its expansion; the cultural phenomena of conspiracy theories, singularity and transhumanism; I am also an avid reader of the occult and its attendant fields of hermeticism, alchemy, Rosicrucianism. I practice Vajrayana Buddhism as well as working with the Qabalah, Tarot and Tree of Life. I am also interested in Masonry and secret societies in general. I have a love for the sciences, especially genetics and neurobiology. My big intellectual influences are Terrence Mckenna, Timothy Leary, Robert Anton Wilson, Christopher Hyatt, Fulcanelli, Aleister Crowley, Anagarika Govinda, William Blake, Paul Foster Case, amongst some others. I also do some art, digital and material; and I write here and there. Oh, i am also interested in anything to do with human freedoms and liberties, self empowerment, and Vision. So, anyone else? Who are you?
  2. Greetings

    I am in full agreement; I have avoided web forums for a long time because they always seem to be full of people either looking to stroke their own ego's by arguing, often on and on, or posting inane and time wasting things. I am looking for a place where I can engage in meaningful discussion about the things of greatest interest to me- conspiracy, magick, mimetics, technology, human evolution- essentially intelligent speculation and a pooling of ideas. There are quite a few thought experiments I am engaged in that i would love to be able to share with individuals here on the net; but of course, the environment to such discussion is crucial--- some ideas are not made for general consumption. I think a big part of generating a space of interest is establishing a firm... theme for idea's to spread; the structure of a forums rooms is essential. If you have ever had a chance to check out Tool Army, they have a great set up; it is structured like a Western Lodge. Often it is the promise of mystery that draws people in, a chance to make themselves a home, and a good variety of interesting conversation. Hard to engineer though; takes a solid foundation of contributing creative individuals. I think besides spreading the word, engineering the memes and the format of the board is key; the most interesting sites I find have the most interesting categories, and also have a large amount of information which the members have culled from all over the net. for myself, a board gets better as the variety of members increases who harvest the best morsels of the net- turning the board into a sort of net rabbit hole (especially with conspiracy boards which spin off into the realm of the "real" world.) Just a few thoughts though. Actually, speaking of which.... gonna go start a new thread. -Initiate
  3. Greetings

    Ah, thank you, and thank you for the greetings. -Initiate
  4. Introductions and inductions

    I figure I may as well share a "little" of myself here, so I may as well start with it all hanging out and we can work from there. This is a stream of consciousness I wrote about a year ago. It is my insanity on paper. I will post something shorter and more refined at a later point. Please enjoy. -Initiate "wisp's of words whisper ease and with the shift from on my knees I stand and cry from a millions words and in the sigh of tree’s upon my mothers lips I lie in wait for the dreams to caress the streams of me’s; I’s bring storms and in the reality of the moment I lie at ease, a soldier on the guard waiting; rested upon a spear, alert and aware, I stare, I wait to strike; as a trodden serpent this world sings its messages, leaves me alone and torn; in the compassion of my heart the songs of the trials of the start collapse my field, leave me breathless…. and the sky parts, a millions globes of dew rain down upon my heart, showering of blessings from the darkness; I grew out, trembling in the wake of this pain, of this shadowed hand which clutched my brain, left me shaking and awake; and yet to another dream I spake, and had conversations with my mind, insanities surprise left me dry- left me open to this vision, pouring from my skin, exuded from my coffin, sepulcher ease reclining in the path of this torrent. here I sit amidst perception, uncolored and entranced, and yet too scared to dance, to lift up my voice and sing, to let it all in, to let the words pour forth as a fountain, to let loose the madness; to entrance all the glances which tempt me into temptations trances, to move between and beyond the concepts and structures which were set up by institutions in an attempt to control me. I will not be controlled, I will not be tamed; I will unleash the frenzy of the end of days; apocalypse in populace, populated by the infestations of a virus from space; a language that crawls with an intelligence out of my fingers and into your brain; an explosion, supernova, of increasing asymptotic information informing and reforming the conceptions of the present instant, forever becoming more than what meets the intersection of meaning and rhyme; hidden from the lighting the dirty coals of the night feeds a fire that pressed and expands, moving out of my hands, between the syllables it slides, serpentine undulations undulating the escalations, and making the self seem absurd, breaking down…. crumbling the walls all came down, leaving this heart to be immolated by this fire, by the lashes and strings of its bitter ashes; the ruins of my life gone by, I watched it all burn; and rejoicing I am free, and all the world shall come to me, by roads and paths, by ruined monuments of times collapse; and singing in this madness, divine unto its birth we shall wander all the earth as One; become, begun, it flows from the sun; solar seed, dream dew upon the few, night sky kiss earth, kiss birth, kiss all the little children and leave us in your infinite body; dear goddess, in your motions I have rested, seen the movement of days; seen the end of mans bitter monuments, bitter torments; his escapes and masqueardes, and how it all falls away in the face of the divine; your presence breaths me back to the moment, back to this body, back to this mind; creation is the purpose, is the reason for my presence, outwards, artifacts, rhythms move the soul of mine; for I couldn’t even try to move into the way of myself, into the minds of the singular entity which hinder this progression; hinders this radiance from manifesting in the ions of this transmutation of me; see! I can not, can’t not, decide to deicide this sense of self, move the I from a capital to a lower case dot, a line with an eye in the center of mine; for this eye is not eye, but the purpose of creation, a fit vessel for the forces which created this perception; I am a vessel, quicksilver liquid pours from these lips, from the fingers and the delicate end of this brush, brushes up against the narrow structures of reality, against the moments that I collide with the infinite, lost in the pulsations of the indentations upon my fractured, shattered and fragile shell. I am a vessel. I am a vessel; I am a god within a brain filtered and mangled by the encoded perceptions of this societies language, forced to filter my divinity out through institutions, through mere words which can never express the present instant of my non mobile becoming. I am mutant, hear me roar; here me more, here me cry and thrash against the matted and tattered beliefs you hold so dear; the pieces and remnants you use to hold together you limited and hurting sense of separated self; building mountains of madness from the stuff of delusions; projecting and erecting a tower of lies around the divinity within you from which you hide. You can not run from the inevitable which faces you when you turn within, for your bondage are your concepts, the tank which you swim within is the words you use to cover the urge to create and break free, to dissolve this “you” and “me” to move beyond the bars and the chains, this limited absurd when we could have all that we see in our dreams, and manifest God on this earth… for we are the vessel of the divine, the heaven sent message from outside of time; this body is a mirage, an illusions of senses; and sensing beyond we could sense a presence which awaits a folding of ourselves inside out, moving beyond the temptations of the soothing comfort of a false truth; you are not here, you are not your own, your words are an attempt to hide from your lack of inherent meaning; and you are too scared to get up, to scream and breath life into the world; to stand in the face of this void and to move beyond your own word; to find the silence amidst your chatter, the life which pulses and breaths with every syllable of ease, with every expression of pulsations of this heart, of this absolute intention which manifests the baths of lights in these hidden dimensions…. move beyond your constructs, feel the madness wash over the sins of your skin, the repressions of expressions which limit your perfection; cant you see this pain of your own, your brains own division? you divided yourself and found pain in your longing, yet the answer lies in the uniting of the temporal with the eternal which exists only in your dreams; that meaning lies within you to create based upon the rush of fluids through your nerves; the liquid pulsing of silver dreams within the needles of your I’s. Move it, or loose it; mobilize to revolutionize the millions of forms of lies; adapt to the changing paradigm escalation, which threatens to destroy or evolve humankind. Time to try, or die. Time to grasp hold and ride into the eye of this insanity; time to mobilize and realize, to realign and redefine, express this Vision as it enthralls and informs, reforms and restates the aims if the present incarnation- the purpose of life; to move in to eternity and immanitize this infinite which presses from out of our flesh; this Dream which has encased and enchanted the greatest geniuses of our time; and realized, it is time to actualize that ideal into the real; to find the voice, to find the deed to find the ever present awareness with which we might join as one and set aflame these hearts into supernova streams of furtive fertilities, planted ideas and reaping the growth of our futures from the soil. Toil with your Works and they will come to birth. Join and sing and reap the harvest that is your fate; let go of hate, see the inspiration flow; move into the presence of this infinite glow- bask in its warmth, see its tides move and flow, following the patterns of the moons glow. Pulsating, inculcating, informing in your mind a kingdom of imaginations garden; garden of delights, watered with dew of your dreams- watered with the blood of your heart and written upon the book of your flesh; magick encompassed within the silence of your inner fire; burn higher, burn brighter, as a star rise to the horizon of your eyes; fly into the spaces between words; read between the lines. real eyes.
  5. Simulated Reality

    I find the simulation theory quite fascinating... though it is really not so new; our language has just changed. Our current paradigm of simulations isf based upon what we think computers are- concrete "real" things- but rather the computer if almost identical to the unfolding of the human nervous system and the perceptual apparatus- it is ourselves extended into the environment. In Ray Kurzeils wonderful book The Singularity is Near he has a wonderful quote he pulled from somewhere- that "computer science is as much about computers as astronomy is about telescopes." The hermetic philosophers posited their "astral light"- a fluid medium within which all perceptions, things and objects have their place, a substance whose nature is inextricably linked with the human consciousness. Qabalists often talked about their Unity, Kether, the One- ore perhaps one could call it a singularity... Terrence McKenna mentions his hypothesis of a hyperdimensional object at the end of history that is pulling everything towards itself- an object which casts its shadow over all of human history and before. In buddhism, they talk about the idea that the "self" is only an illusion, and what we think of as ourselves is actually just the point of focal concentration for the entirety of the universe becoming aware of itself. I would imagine if you discussed various net phenomena, you came by Eidolon TLP. I post this link to one video where TLP describes the process of I post this in relation to drawing a connection between simulism, transhumanism and what mcKenna talks about when he mentions his hyper dimensional object. I weave this together into the following idea- which is of course just that, a thing for contemplation. Perhaps we are currently living within the occurrence of the Singularity- for when it occurs, the massive breakthrough of information (essentially within a single instant a near infinite amount of information will be existent) we might see that event as transcending time/space... and as such, would inform all time/space within itself. It would be a quantum field of information... so I am positing that the singularity has already occurred and all of history leading up to its physical occurrence is existent within it... as though the infinite were being born out of the finite- the eternal born out of the temporal. The idea itself may also explain such phenomena as quantum entanglement. One could even post from it that all singular aware consciousness has its source in this Singularity. I bring this all up of course in relation to the simulism argument... all this simply posits that while the universe may be a simulation, it is not occurring "inside" any computer, but in a single existent Mind or consciousness- which itself is simply the final byproduct of the pooling of collective consciousness into the Internet and ultimately into single self aware being within that space... making the computer eventually into a transdimensional or hyperdimensional gateway.... I leave off the words of Terrence Mckenna- it always sends shivers up my spine...
  6. Greetings

    Eon8 Thank you for your more detailed response. My interests with Neurocam is not to figure out the purpose, but the method. I am reasonably sure (about 93%) what their purpose is, only because I have had the same idea and have been developing it since. I see Neurocam generally as a failed experiment in what they set out to do- though they had the right idea, but missed quite a few things in the generation of the experience... In some ways one could say I am undertaking a personal cultural study of these phenomena- I am curious about the design procedure for viral memes, especially those with a magical intent, like Neurocam or Fiat Nox (the latter much more obviously so...) I would greatly enjoy any discussion on them, and will freely share my thoughts and ideas of course, some of which may be of interest to people here. Much of my Work and ideas I have refrained from sharing in public forum besides a few small and not very frequented blogs I have, and my small circle of compatriots. To be honest, I have never been one for internet forums generally- so many I have found crude or argumentative; I am one for open discussions and an exchange of ideas. Circumstance, necessity and synchronicity however are leading me out of my self-imposed digital isolation to reach out into the wider net for a place I can settle myself in a community, especially people with a better topography of the Web than myself (and that share the same passion as myself for the strange, the occult and the magical.) However, I must say that I am very pleased with the greeting I have been given here. It has been quite a long time since I tried to integrate into a digital community, but I have a very good feeling in this place. It makes sense to me in my own odd context to find myself in a forum that is a marker for a meme such as E8- it appears to be an early experiment in the same vein as my own work. I am curious what the requirements for the private aspect of the forum are? I will gladly participate out here of course, but I would love to discuss aspects of my own work which I consider more private in nature--- though of course, I suppose the requirements allow the two parties, myself and the private group, to be able to gauge the level of trust and compatibility. Just a question though. Overall then I am glad to see I have found my way to a fresh space- perhaps that is why it feels good to me. I like blank canvases- the meme pool here has not yet been concertized, not has its theme been really solidified. That is my kind of place to be. I look forward to seeing how things unfold here as I settle myself in and get to know yourself and the other frequenters of the board. Finally, may I inquire as to how many regulars are here currently?
  7. Greetings

    Hmmm, curious... come to think of it, i remember that meme from quite some time ago, though I never paid it much attention. I suppose it is fitting I found myself here then- much of what i am currently working on and studying is the fad of such things on the internet- specifically, odd meme's with intent, and looking at the methods and means for harnessing the collective power of the net for the means of magickal manifestation. Thus my curiosity around the Neurocam experiment and what little I have found about yellow 1 and Fiat NOX. Many of these seem like preemptive attempts at something that could be huge- weaving a mythology through the internet. This board however does not seem very active currently... I am curious as to the intent lying behind this forum in the present- or is it simply to carry on Eon8's legacy? Also, I am curious about how many people here were involved in the original E8 meme, or any of the other a-formentioned projects. How many regular participants are there here currently? I apologize for all the questions, but i figure that my researches have found me here for some reason- perhaps to cull certain knowledge, or make new connections- at present I am unsure. thank you for your kind welcome. - Initiate
  8. Greetings

    Thought I would make my brief and respectful first contact. Just came by this space on a round-about study quest on Neurocam, Alternate Reality Games and Extra-dimensional Intelligence. I signed up, but had no idea what this forum was about. Still don't since I haven't looked around. But it is a pleasure to be here- I am rather sure I have found my way here for some reason or another. I look forward to chatting with you all. -Initiate