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Monday, April 23, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter One, Flesh

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 113, Monday
April 23rd, 2018

Chapter One: Flesh

The flesh remembers, and it never forgets.

The record of our experiences are pounded into our corporeal form, cell by cell.

Our bodies are a living witness to the events that shape us, handing down that narrative from generation to generation in perpetuity.

We are changed by every new experience, each moment of perception is a new thread sewn into the seams of our identity. These are the fibers of the spindle, they are the engrams of memory, protein by protein they are woven into the fabric of our lives.

Our unique and individual experiences are like a tapestry, sewn with precious metals, embroidered with gem-stones, they are an endowment, a rich heritage passed on to our descendants.

It is their only lasting inheritance.

We experience this in our dreaming, when we are transported to places and times that we know we have never been to, never seen, and yet they are as familiar to us as the contents of our own homes.

We talk with strangers as if they were our dearest friends, and see ourselves reflected in a mirror, but we do not recognize our countenance or visage.

The flesh never forgets, it remembers everything.

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Sunday, April 22, 2018

A Homily – John 10:11 – 18 ©

The Gospel According to John – 2018.04.22

The Shepherd and the Sheep

There is wisdom and truth in the reading for today. There is also folly, misconstrual, fear, and lies.

Remember the beginning of Joh’s Gospel:
In the beginning was the Word
All things came to be through the Word
Not one thing came to be with the Word
In the Word was life, and light

Jesus is the Word of God, and the Word is the Good Shepherd, every sheep belongs to him.

There is not one sheep that is not a member of the sheep fold.

It is sad and unfortunate that the priests and the bishops of the Church, the hirelings who put themselves in positions of management forget this. They have done great harm to the People of God because of their fear, and their greed, and their shortsightedness.

They believed that were only responsible for a few of the sheep, when in reality that were tasked with protecting the whole.

Many of them, even from the earliest days of the church, presented themselves as Sheep And Shepherd to the community, but they were really rustlers and wolves who came to devour the flock; wounding and hurting it.

Remember, God does not love the shepherd because the shepherd laid down his life, but rather it is in recognition of God’s love and trust in God’s plan that the shepherd laid down his life.

Love preceded the sacrifice, the sacrifice did not engender love.

The Good Shepherd is One Who Lays Down His Life for His Sheep

Jesus said:

‘I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd is one who lays down his life for his sheep.

The hired man, since he is not the shepherd and the sheep do not belong to him, abandons the sheep and runs away as soon as he sees a wolf coming, and then the wolf attacks and scatters the sheep; this is because he is only a hired man and has no concern for the sheep.

‘I am the good shepherd; I know my own
and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for my sheep.

And there are other sheep I have that are not of this fold, and these I have to lead as well.

They too will listen to my voice, and there will be only one flock, and one shepherd.

‘The Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again.

No one takes it from me; I lay it down of my own free will, and as it is in my power to lay it down, so it is in my power to take it up again; and this is the command I have been given by my Father.’

Fourth Sunday of Easter

Earth Day is my Birthday

All of our eggs are in one basket, I have said it before.

We live here, all-together and we have no place else to go.

The world is a big place and it can take a lot of damage, but the ecosystems we depend on are specialized and fragile, the world itself will survive many things that they collectively, and we individually cannot.

We are responsible for the care of this world. It is a sacred imperative, charged to us in our holy books, and more importantly, under the aegis of common sense.

The care of this world is a categorical imperative; if we do not care for it, the world may just shrug us off, or shrug just enough that a calamity will ensue that will alter us forever, changing our cultures, our languages, even our DNA.

There are natural disasters pending, they are built into the structure of the planet, in the thinness of the mantle, in the heat emanating from deep within the core. There are massive volcanoes, and there is continental drift, the geological forces at work in these could easily destroy us all.

If we allow it.

There are calamities heading our way from outer-space, celestial bodies sailing through the void, on a collision course with Earth. There are asteroids and comments that we will collide with, if we are unable to work cooperatively to change the course of these eventualities.

Those things are baked in. They are existential threats, but they also represent opportunities for the advancement of science, and the unification of humanity. Given enough time, it is possible that we could even harness the power of the greatest volcanoes, turn their destructive energies to the benefit of humankind, or move the near Earth objects that threaten us from our path.

We need time, more than that we need a willingness to rise to the challenges.

We face other threats right now, immediate threats, threats of our own making.

We are changing the climate, the planet is warming.

Our oceans are becoming more acidic, we are changing their salinity.

We are filling our atmosphere with toxins.

Glaciers are melting, sea levels are rising

We are polluting our freshwater lakes, rivers, and streams.

We are losing topsoil, our forests and our reefs.

Our stewardship is failing.

We are divided, against each other…as greed drives a short sighted political mindset, seeking and succeeding to turn people against their long-term interests.

Politicians and their wealthy patrons, silence and undermine our scientists, they cast doubt on any field of inquiry which might lead to a curtailment of their industries, and their short-term profits.

They treat the Earth and all of its resources like it is a grab-bag full of goodies for them to plunder, like children with a big stick whacking at a piƱata.

Our stewardship is failing.

We are failing.

It is Earth Day 2018, and all of our eggs are in one basket, the basket is fragile, and there is no other.

Earth Day is my Birthday.

It was cold when I was born, I am guessing
Though I do not remember it, I am sure that I was cold
Coming from the womb, all pink and shivering
Ten pounds-eleven ounces of me, my mother’s sixth
And most difficult, all shoulders, and a big round head

I do not remember that first, sudden-sharp breath

It was Earth Day, that Tuesday in April, 1969 
For years before we had called it Arbor Day
In honor of trees, the 22nd day of the 4th month
What tangible thing do we honor now
Earth-soil? Earth-planet? Earth-Mother?

Taurus, the primal-bull?

Roman soldiers worshipped Mithra as a god of light
Mithra slew the sacred-bull, spreading a feast on the sacred table
A meal for human-kind to share, I was born in a soldier’s place
West Point, New York, I do not remember being there, but that name
Resounds with power, with victories no Roman soldier could imagine

I was born in the spring, in the hallowed halls of War

Spring is the season of hope, and life, of expectation
Of Plowing, of sewing, of planting, and the greening of the fields
Of roots pushing down into the thawing soil, drinking
From the deep black earth, of sprouts shooting up, to bud
And blossom, April is a month of showers, of rain

It is a time of ritual-remembering

I was born eighty-nine days before Neil Armstrong flew to the moon
Landing his vessel on another world, to walk on her bright face
His ship was named for Apollo, god of poetry and prophecy
Of healing and of light, I remember the moon landing…almost

I have seen it on TV, and heard these words countless times:

“One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind”

What hopes drove our rockets there?

Whose prayers carried those soldiers to the stars?

To spread the celestial table there, a feast of hope for all too share

What hope have we?


Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Fifteen, Observation; Chapter Seven, Synergy

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 112, Sunday
April 22nd, 2018

Chapter Seven: Synergy

On Earth something new was fashioned, a collective consciousness. It was atavistic, and unlike any symbiosis that had ever been achieved anywhere else in the galaxy, with the exception of the Collective, the great society of being from which Jim hailed.

On Earth the collective consciousness emerged as a natural property of the human race in a way that allowed it to go unnoticed by the Continuum. The existence of the collective unconscious on Earth was the one thing that the Continuum feared, wanted above anything to prevent, and yet it never imagined that it could happen in this way, therefore it was not prepared.

On Earth, there were few humans who were aware of the cynergenic field, the collective consciousness, or that they lived within the dynamics of the nous-sphere, even though everyone felt it, Until the twentieth century they did not even have the language to describe it.  

Everyone was entangled in its cynergism.

The nous-sphere was coterminous with the Earth’s electromagnetic field, as such, it permeated all things.

A small percentage of human beings were more sensitive to it than others. If an imbalance in their physiology caused them to retain too great a concentration of the particles that attenuated them to the field, or too small, they struck an improper balance, most suffered because of this.

It gave some human beings clairvoyant abilities, or clairsentience, clairaudience, so called psychic powers, extra sensory perception, or telepathy.

It drove many more humans being to madness, schizophrenia, psychosis.

In order for human beings to understanding it they had first to wait for the advent of written language, and thousands of years to pass so that they could share knowledge and figure it out.

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Saturday, April 21, 2018

We are All in One Reality

Reflections on Conflict and Human Nature

People ask me every day, as I assume all people are asked, “Hello, how are you?” I give my usual response by rote, a basic affirmation of life itself: “I am doing well, life is good.”

However, if asked to reflect a little more deeply, I might confess that I have spent most of my life in a continuous state of melancholy, a subtle sadness for the state of the World and its conflicts which I find to be both distressing and depressing.

I have been told that this is no good, unhealthy, that I should change.

I am left to wonder how I could, with the world being in the state that it is. Setting aside the issues we have with the leadership of our government in America in 2018. I have been having these feelings my whole life, it seems. I grew up under the specter of the threat of Nuclear War. I can recall the resignation of disgraced president Nixon. I was in fifth grade when the Iran hostage crisis began. I was aware of the United States’ illegal conflict in Central America, and the Iran Contra hearings. Things crystallized for me on the 5th of June, 1989 (the day I started writing this essay), when in China 2,600 people were killed for waging a non-violent demonstration against their dictatorial government. Ultimately 10,000 people, maybe more, would be killed by Chinese soldiers firing into the crowd of 1.2 million, in Tiananmen Square, the gates of heavenly peace.

Today, twenty-nine years later, as a man approaching his fiftieth year, I look back on my life, and the times that I have lived in and I see a continuous progression of tragedies and travesties peppering it.

The Vietnam War, in which the United States military killed 3,000,000 people. Some were soldiers, most were not. My father served in it. We pulled out in 1975, the Vietnamese are still recovering from what we did to them.

I have watched the failure of the Palestinians to secure their freedom, and peace with Israel. More importantly I have watched the failure of the international community to hold Israel accountable for its persecution of the Palestinian people, and the apartheid conditions they force the Palestinians to live under.

Last week the world looked on and largely ignored dozens of murders committed by the Israeli defense forces as they shot unarmed civilians, and target journalists with sniper fire, Killing dozens, and wounding thousands.

I watched the mismatched conflict of the First Gulf War, where the United States staged a grand display with allied forces from around the world, and we slaughtered nearly 500,000 Iraqis, the common soldiers of a despotic regime who had no hope of surviving,  30,000 people killed in one bombing run, a caravan of troops heading North, fleeing Kuwait city, going home.

I was serving as a Hospital Corpsman in the United States Navy at the time, though not in the theatre of conflict. I was ashamed to listen to other Corpsman talk boldly of picking up arms and fighting, of killing “the enemy,” when they had each sworn oaths to save lives.

Fourteen years later the United States prosecuted the Second Gulf War utilizing falsified reports and bogus claims that Saddam Hussein’s regime had been stockpiling weapons of mass destruction. We killed in another 2,000,000 Iraqi’s in that conflict, and discovered that there were no chemical, biological, or radiological weapons to be found. Those who perpetrated the conflict knew this to be true, they knew it all-along.

I watched, together with the whole world as we all stood by and did nothing in 1994, we watched as somewhere between 500,000 and 1,000,000 Rawandans were butchered by their countrymen, in a conflict fueled by inter-tribal rivalry. It took place over the course of just a few days, with most of the killings done by hand, up-close and personal with knives, machetes and axes. They dumped the bodies in the rivers, so many bodies and parts of bodies that it stopped the river’s flow.

These are just some of the more sensational conflicts that have taken place in the past few decades.

Here in my home country, the citizens of the United States are just becoming aware of how unjust and intransigent our system of justice is, if your ethnicity is that of a minority group, if and only if.

Un-armed black men are killed by police with impunity. The police only have to say that they were in fear for their lives, and they walk away from the killings without being charged, or if charged found innocent, most of them keep their jobs.

They can shoot a man in the back, shoot a man lying face down on the ground, shoot a man complying with their orders, reaching for his ID, in the car with his wife and child. Men and women can die in custody, handcuffed in the back of a squad car, hand cuffed in the back of a police van, in their jail cell with the cameras and microphones disabled and turned off.

The can pull up on a child at a park with a toy gun and shoot him within two seconds of arriving, because they “afraid,” and they will not be punished.

Our ethnic minorities, our fellow citizens, our fellow Americans are more likely to stopped by the police, and when stopped they are more likely to be searched, when searched and some form of contraband is found they are more likely to be arrested. When members of minority groups are arrested they are more likely to be charged with a crime, when charged and prosecuted they are more likely to be found guilty, when found guilty they are more likely to be punished to the maximum extent of the criminal code than white people, members of the ethnic majority are in the same circumstances.

In America, tens of thousands of people die every day from hunger and disease. We have the resources to end these injustices, but we do nothing.

Around the world we clear cut forests, burning them up to make way for farms, at the rate of 100,000 acres per day. We poison our fields and lakes, our rivers and oceans, the air we breathe, the atmosphere we share, for short-term profits.

In America, in Michigan, in Flynt we have allowed whole cities to be poisoned with lead, tens of thousands of people, children, lied to by their government, which denied that the problem existed for years and then failed to put a plan together to rectify it, all for the sake of lining the pockets of greedy corporations who had contributed to their political ambitions. Democratic rule suspended, emergency managers appointed, selling off the assets of town and cities to the highest bidder, cutting through “red-tape,” overturning regulations, covering up crimes without remorse.

I cannot list all of the tragedies that I have witnessed, the tragedies that are taking place all over the world, there are too many.

Like me, there are many who are saddened by the state of the world, disturbed by it, as we watch the continuous progress we are making toward irrevocable disaster.

We are our own worst enemy.

When a person, any person, takes a moment to become still, quiet, silent, when they open their eyes, when they listen with the ear of the heart, they will understand who they are as a part of the world. And members of the greater-whole

To experience one’s self as whole and healthy is to understand yourself as a being in relationship, as a being of relationships. Then, to experience one’s self as whole and healthy, the world itself must be whole and healthy. This places the imperative on us to work for the wholeness and health of the world, the whole world, planet Earth.

Genuine happiness, true fulfillment is dependent on this.

Do you recall the wisdom in this expression: Together we stand and divided we fall?

We must stand together.

We live on a planet, in a universe that is one thing. Our world is one thing and we are a part of it, as every person is.

The part resides in the whole, as the whole resides in the part, as the nucleus of the cell contains the DNA the forms the whole person.

Do you remember this expression: A house divided against itself cannot stand?

We must be in accord, be in communion, if we intend on surviving and fulfilling our potential, both as individuals and as humanity writ large.

Together we are strong, I am strong, and you are strong. Humanity is strongest when we are together and there is a great future ahead of us, awaiting all of our progeny, wherever we may go, as far from home we might wander, even when we ravel beyond the light of our home star.

We will fall apart and will continue to crumble, so long as we accept the lies that allow the illusion of division to keep us separated.

All life is one.

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Fifteen, Observation; Chapter Six, Collective Consciousness

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 111, Saturday
April 21st, 2018

Chapter Six: Collective Consciousness

When Jim arrived on Earth, he was surprised and bewildered by what he found. Nowhere else in all of the Empire had such a massive cultural devolution occurred. He had barely begun to put the story together before the cataclysm occurred, changing everything for him, and for humanity.

Jim decided at that moment on a course of action that he had long contemplated.

With the gene pool having been reduced to just a few thousand individuals he knew that he had the opportunity to improve on the genetic structure of the whole.

He plotted the future development of the species, and began to work out the steps and permutations that he would be looking for as the new species developed over time.

Changes in cognition were the most crucial thing for him to accomplish, along with broadening their access to their genetic memory.

With subtle interventions from Jim, the human brain slowly mutated, retaining properties that were key to the things that he had been dreaming about for a billion years.

He built an inherent capacity to store nanoparticles of key heavy metals, like magnetite, and lithium in the cerebral structure.

Receptors emerged in the organic mind, attenuating the higher order thought processes to the Earth’s magnetic fields.

He established a cynergy between every human being alive, turning the entire planet into a field for cognitive development.

In this way humanity became connected, in the nous-sphere, a collective unconscious.

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Friday, April 20, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Fifteen, Observation; Chapter Five, Genes

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 110, Friday
April 20th, 2018

Chapter Five: The New Gene

Change begets change, in a never ending cycle. From one point in time to another, nothing is ever the same. This is true, no matter high finely you measure the distance between points.

Everything is changing.

The Ancient spacefarers became humanity. Their ages-long sojourn across the galaxy had already caused them to modify their physical form in significant ways, long before they arrived on Earth.

At first they utilized their scientific understanding to engineer their bodies to withstand the exigencies of prolonged space travel. Once they targeted Earth as their final destination, they began to prepare themselves for the demands of their new home.

They survived by mutation.

Once they arrived in orbit around their new world, a slow metamorphosis took place.

There contact with the Earth’s bio-sphere presented challenges they had never encountered before. Life on earth was aggressive.

Through a constant exposure to viruses and bacteria, their genetic constitution became compromised.

At the most basic level they converged with the native life of Earth.

They became a new people.

This took time. It took many thousands of years, and by the time the transformation was complete, they had lost much of the knowledge of who they were, of where they came from, and the technology they had brought them here. 

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Thursday, April 19, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Fifteen, Observation; Chapter Four, Mutation

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 109, Thursday
April 19th, 2018

Chapter Four: Mutation

During their sojourn to Earth, the children of the Ancients determined what their physical needs would be before they arrived at their new home.

They had identified Earth as a suitable place to end their journey, even while they were still light years away.

They still possessed the scientific knowledge to carry out the task of altering their physiology to align themselves with the gravity and atmosphere of the distant planet.

They began to mutate their DNA, altering their genetic structure, allowing them to inhabit, and thrive on the wet-blue world.

Destination Earth, it was their last hope for a home and haven.

Over the course of generations they adapted to those new requirements, doing their best to anticipate what their bodies would now require, based on a climate and ecology that they could only model through computer algorithms.

It was a process of continual adjustment. Every time a new genetic sequence would be introduced into the body, they ran the risk of a virus springing up, one that was possibly lethal.

Many of the colonists were struck down in this process. It was an ongoing tragedy, and while they had prepared for it, it was painful nonetheless. It called for a continuous examination of conscience. It focused the crew on the existential dilemma. Some of them wanted to abandon their mission altogether, and simply direct their vessel into the nearest star, bringing an end to all of them, in one great conflagration.

The technologies they depended on, which were also the cause of their transformation and eventual triumph, they began to be shunned.

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Fifteen, Observation; Chapter Three, Stars

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 108, Wednesday
April 18th, 2018

Chapter Three: The Memory of Stars

Even before the eruption 72,000 years ago, the culture of these children of the Ancient race, the humans of Earth, had devolved.

They had fallen from star-farer to cave dweller. Yet that culture retained a faint memory of its ancestry, it had been preserved through the stories they told, and the engrams of memory encoded in their cells.

For Jim, it was precious little to build on.

He was determined to modify their genetic profile in such a way that it could boost the organic memory retention of their bodies as much as possible.

Jim allowed for a bifurcation of consciousness.

In the satellite station for above the planet, he housed the full version of himself hosted in the mechanoid body that travelled with him to Earth.

His consciousness was connected to hundreds of living vessels on the planet surface doing the work he had set out to do among the people.

Over time, he received the materials from the Empire to build a space station. On that station he was able to carry out experiments, to perform the science that would allow him to carry out the augmentations that he needed.

There were a myriad of steps to climb for him to accomplish his goals with the inhabitants of Earth, and channels to cross. Jim slowly, methodically plotted his course, and followed it, adjusting only when it was necessary.

Step by step and generation by generation he introduced the genetic changes into the breeding pool.

Modern humans emerged from these processes.

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