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Friday, March 23, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Two, The Continuum; Part Eleven, The Observers; Chapter Five, Watching

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Day 082, Friday
March 23rd, 2018

Chapter Five: Watching

There are many forms of observation; satellite imaging, and measurements, audio and video recordings. The harvesting of minutia from telephone calls, television programming, radio shows, and the endless details coming from other forms of electronic communication.

These tools, among others, were utilized by the Observer Corps, feeding the Collective with endless streams of data.

However, the primary method used by the Observers themselves, was to live with people.

Direct observation conveyed the emotional realities themselves directly to the Collective.

This is what the Continuum craved, context.

The data told many tales, but the imprimatur came only when the Observer shared, in the wordless way of the Collective consciousness, their impression of the people they themselves encountered during their tour on the observed world.

Life and death, sorrow and joy, birth and tragedy, love; these moments could be reduced to mere data points:

The woman loved the child she gave birth to, she reveled in her child’s life. It filled her with joy, and struck her down in sorrow, at the tragic moment of her child’s death.

This narrative could be expanded by volumes, accompanied by video and audio recordings of a funeral procession, the burial at the graveside, the subsequent suicide of the bereft mother. The Collective was eager to see and experience these moments.

But the existential thing, that they all craved only came when the Observer returned and felt those moments for them as a proxy to real life.

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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Two, The Continuum; Part Eleven, The Observers; Chapter Four, Incorporation

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Day 081, Thursday
March 22nd, 2018

Chapter Four: Incorporation

To become an Observer meant returning to a corporeal form.

It was a return to the body.

It meant living again as an organic life form, a return to the senses, to a limited range of perceptions.

The conditioning of an Observer took time. Many candidates for the role of Observer failed to complete the training. They failed to adjust to the limitations of the flesh. They returned to the Continuum never having been on the observed worlds.

Those who returned demoralized and despondent, often fell right back to the great sleep, never to return. Being an observer was not a solution for the deep existential angst so many members of the Collective fell into.

Being an observer also meant dwelling in a mechanoid form. Dwelling in the mechanoid body was the first skill set that member had to learn. It was an easier adjustment than the adjustment to the flesh.

The mechanoid phase was the first phase. The mechanoid bodies had few limitations, the consciousness and its interface with the world was truncated, but still broad and expansive. The sensory instruments of the mechanoid were extremely powerful, and the mechanoids had few physical limitations. They could go anywhere, do nearly anything. The embodied life was a mix of freedom and confinement.

Most of the Observers felt very comfortable in their mechanoid form. They never left those bodies when they were on the Central Planet, on their return to HomeWorld to report their experiences.

The Mechanoid form provided a life apart from the insidious pressures of the Collective, and the invasive presence of the Continuum. They were connected, but the connection was filtered, it was as if it was streaming into them through a veil

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Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Two, The Continuum; Part Eleven, The Observers; Chapter Three, Mission

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Day 080, Wednesday
March 21st, 2018

Chapter Three: Mission

The Observers left the Continuum to live ordinary lives with the people of the Empire, returning every one-hundred solar cycles to re-enter the collective consciousness, to feed both the triumphs and tragedies they had witnessed to the Continuum. This was the most intimate way by which the Collective took in what transpired throughout the galaxy.

This was the intention behind the Observer Corps.

The Observers were trained extensively in methodology of being a detached participant. The physical bodies they occupies, looked like the physical bodies of the people they lived with, on the planets where they dwelt, but they were different.

They were stronger, faster, resistant to disease, they healed with incredible rapidity.

They were also plain, ordinary, they were not endowed with physical beauty, or any attributes they would draw attention to themselves.

They were sterile; the Observers were forbidden to procreate.

Strong emotions were engineered out of their bodies; fear, anger, desire, revulsion, these things were stripped away from the flesh. The Continuum viewed them as inhibitors of reliable observation.

There was a complex array of machinery, communications equipment, observation equipment which the observer could connect to. Their day to day experiences, their dreams were constantly being upload into its apparatus, the observer was responsible for maintaining it. This machinery provided an ancillary feed that was constantly streaming to HomeWorld, to the Collective, and its Continuum.

Many Observers violated these rules. Some did it with the support of the Continuum.   

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Tuesday, March 20, 2018


A moment of pain
Inevitable folly
The hidden revealed

Variables turn
Dance on the head of a pin
Angels in the light

Witness together
The loss of a continent
Cataclysmic pain

The will to ruin
Indifferent and alone
The violent fall

We angle to own
In the spirit to subdue
To name and call ours

The fools have their day
Apocalyptic folly
Feasting with the beast

Emergence 3.0 - Section Two, The Continuum; Part Eleven, The Observers; Chapter Two, Assignment

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Day 079, Tuesday
March 20th, 2018

Chapter Two: Assignment

When the Continuum decided to send a member out to the Observer Corp it effectively removed the influence of that person from the Collective. A copy of their consciousness was preserved, and simulated, but it was sequestered from the group mind. Not only the Collective, but the Continuum was free of its impact.

Moving away from the Central Planet, departure from the HomeWorld, taking up a body, and living in the Galactic Empire, these provided some relief to the suffering the individual member experienced.

The mission filled them with purpose, it reinvigorated them, at least for a time. This afforded a similar relief to the Collective as well. The Collective did not want to be mired in existentialist questions. They wanted the unfettered freedom to pursue their interests; altruistic, despotic, or otherwise.

Peace in the Collective translated to peace within the Continuum.

They were symbiotic, they were one.

By commissioning the troubled members to join the Observer Corps, it removed a weight that burdened the whole community, which for all of its endurance, was nevertheless a fragile thing.

While the member was on assignment the Continuum would run countless programs on the consciousness of that member which it had copied.

The Continuum was mistrustful of everything, wanted to be prepared for anything, wanted to know all that there is to know concerning future possibilities, potentialities, and probabilities.

While one aspect of the member was disconnected from the whole and oblivious to what was taking place on HomeWorld, a version of themselves, a true copy was being tortured by the Continuum, in order to satisfy its paranoia, and its endless search for knowledge.

While on assignment, especially in the early years of their time in the Corps, the observers where myopic, their missions were chosen for them, they were easy , and filled them with a sense of connection to the people. The Continuum had found this to be an easy way to manage the angst that had driven them back into the embodied universe.

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Monday, March 19, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Two, The Continuum; Part Eleven, The Observers; Chapter One, Identification

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Day 078, Monday
March 19th, 2017

Chapter One: Identification

The Continuum selected its Observers from among the members of the Collective who had returned to consciousness, after falling into the great sleep.

This was not a rule, or a law, there were exceptions, but it was almost always the case.

Those members of the Collective who had fallen into the great sleep, very often returned in a state of agitation. This disturbed the Collective. It raised questions regarding the purpose and meaning of the Continuum itself.

Many of those who returned from the great sleep fell back into it after some period of time. Never reengaging the Collective, rarely participating in the group mind. Those members were quietly sequestered by the Continuum so that they would never return again.

This isolation was not murder, but it was akin to it.

Some of those members would engineer worlds of pure fantasy, recreating for themselves whatever it was that they had dreamt of in the great sleep.

The majority of those members tried to engage the Collective, but they were often bothered by morals and ethical conundrums that were reminiscent of the Ancient people from which the Collective emerged.

It was considered a benefit to them and to everyone, to send them back into the living fields of experience, where they could undergo the limitations of the flesh, and feel a sense of solidarity with other living beings.

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Sunday, March 18, 2018

A Homily – John 12:20 – 33 ©

The Gospel According to John – 2018.03.18

Be Mindful of the Propaganda

The Gospel for today strayed far into the field of propaganda and myth.

It is a disservice to the memory of Jesus, who was not killed for the “glory” of God, or to fulfill some divine purpose, he was killed only to suit the petty vanity of small-minded men.

His death was a political murder.

Any suggestion otherwise undermines the truth.

Remember this; the blessings of God, the creator of the universe, God’s blessings are not transactional. Everyone of God’s children, which is everyone of us; all people, in all time, in all places is the subject of God’s love and mercy. There is not a single person left out of the divine plan.

Any suggestion otherwise diminishes the good news.

God, the creator of the universe, does not intervene in the world, in human affairs, like Zeus, or Jupiter or Jove. God is not the Thunderer. Such attestations are a disservice to the faith.

God is not a king, the creator of the universe comes to us as a loving friend, a brother, a sister, a parent, God comes to us in the form of a stranger, the meek and the marginalized, the poor and the hungry.

There is no power in this world other than God. The Gospel writers penned a lie when they wrote about the “prince” of this world, and the sentencing that was coming.

God has no enemy, and the only enmity we face is the enmity we engender, in our own hearts, to our own detriment.

Be mindful of the pitfalls in the sacred text. 

If a grain of wheat falls on the ground and dies, it yields a rich harvest

Among those who went up to worship at the festival were some Greeks. These approached Philip, who came from Bethsaida in Galilee, and put this request to him, ‘Sir, we should like to see Jesus.’ Philip went to tell Andrew, and Andrew and Philip together went to tell Jesus.

Jesus replied to them:

‘Now the hour has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. I tell you, most solemnly, unless a wheat grain falls on the ground and dies, it remains only a single grain; but if it dies, it yields a rich harvest.

Anyone who loves his life loses it; anyone who hates his life in this world will keep it for the eternal life. If a man serves me, he must follow me, wherever I am, my servant will be there too.

If anyone serves me, my Father will honour him. Now my soul is troubled.

What shall I say:

Father, save me from this hour? But it was for this very reason that I have come to this hour.
Father, glorify your name!’

A voice came from heaven, ‘I have glorified it, and I will glorify it again.’ People standing by, who heard this, said it was a clap of thunder; others said, ‘It was an angel speaking to him.’ Jesus answered, ‘It was not for my sake that this voice came, but for yours.
‘Now sentence is being passed on this world;
now the prince of this world is to be overthrown.

And when I am lifted up from the earth, I shall draw all men to myself.’ By these words he indicated the kind of death he would die.

5th Sunday of Lent

Emergence 3.0 - Section Two, The Continuum; Part Ten, The Hunger; Chapter Seven, Addiction

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Day 077, Sunday
March 18th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Addiction

The Collective was a society of psychic and emotional vampires living vicariously off of the Empire. Both it, and the Continuum which it spawned were parasitic, feeding off the lives and experiences, the joy and the trauma of trillions of people.

The Collective, both as individuals and in the whole, as the Continuum, consumed the delights and the tragedies of a Million worlds. Without which it had no substance, no meaning, and no purpose.

While it was true that the members of the Collective were an inward looking people, over the course of billions of years it had also become clear that it required a constant stream of new datum to absorb. Without real stimuli from actual people caught in the struggles of real life, the membership was prone to catatonia.

It would atrophy, giving way to entropy, and dissolution.

The Collective was a society of ghosts. It did not have to be this way. The membership had the means to leave the quantum field that held them together in its perpetual embrace. Only a tiny fraction ever did.

The collective wanted what it wanted and experienced no ethical dilemma in the pursuit of those desires.

The Continuum made sure that the body was fed.

Both agencies saw the galactic Empire, and everyone in it as chattel, as property, as less than that.

The hopes of the Imperial citizens, from the lowest to the highest were absolutely meaningless. Or, more accurately, they only had meaning insofar as they were of value to at least one member of the Collective, witnessed by the Continuum and stored in its vacuous memory. The Continuum would gladly burn the whole thing down if it provided the requisite level of drama for the members. 

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Saturday, March 17, 2018

Saint Patrick’s Day

The feast of Saint Patrick, we celebrate the day of his sainthood, the ascendancy to heaven of a British man, who was of Roman heritage, and lived sometime in the fourth and fifth centuries of the Common Era.

He is the patron saint of Ireland, but he was not Irish at all, he was a Roman of the Patrician class, he was from a family of rank, and privilege.   

He is credited with converting the people of Erin, to faith in the Universal Church, the Church of Jesus, separating the Celtic people from their Gaelic traditions, and subordinating them to Catholic Church of Rome.

Small wonder that he was named a saint for this, Patricius. He won with the word what could not be accomplished through war.

It should be noted here that Saint Patrick has never been canonized, or even beatified by any Pope. He is not officially a Saint of the Catholic Church, but he is recognized in the annals of Saints of the Church of England.

History tells us that he was a humble man, a rare quality for those of rank. History also tells us that he proofed the plan of spreading the faith through the conversion of chieftains, he was a politician first.

He spread the faith, he established churches earning the rank of Apostle.

History tells us that his mother was a relative of Saint Martin of Tours, the patron Saint of Soldiers, Saint Martin of the Sword whose Biography was written by Pope Saint Gregory the Great, and is in fact a fiction, Saint Martin never lived, but his story gave license for Christians to be soldiers and brought the Roman legions into the fold.

He is said to have had heroic piety, praying day and night, in the mountains and the woods, through storms of snow and ice and rain, he should be the patron saint of post men if this were true, but all hagiographies are lies.

His story tells us that he spent six years as a captive and servant to a Celtic Chieftain and Druid named Milchu in Dalriada, where he mastered the language and their stories.

However, it is more likely that he fled his home to wander abroad in order to escape the duties that were expected of him as the son of a noble. Such departures were so common that it was referred to as the “flight of the curiales,” boys running from their responsibilities.

Rather than being taken captive it is more likely that he paid for asylum in Milchu’s house, and paid for the the services of teachers to help him learn the language.

The Druids were great teachers and oral historians that much is true.

The story of his escape (if it was in fact an escape from servitude), and subsequent journey were of his own account. He cast the entire experience in dramatic, even biblical terms, both to cover up his crimes of abnegation, and to acquire fame.

It is said that he escaped from Milchu and fled to the mainland of Europe, entered the priesthood and became a missionary. On his return to Ireland however, the first place he went was to his former home in Dalriada. Where, after some period of conflict and the affectation of some miracles, Milchu immolated himself to make way for Patrick. He threw himself on a fire after burning the collected scrolls and mysteries of his people, a human sacrifice at the foundation of the church in Ireland.

It looked more like the ritual destruction of the Celtic people in favor of the ascending Romano-British invaders.

On Easter Sunday, 433 a conflict of will ensued, the historians mythologized it as a battle of divine forces likening the contest between the Roman Saint Patrick and the CelticArch-Druid, Lochru, to the contest between Moses and the Egyptians, or Elijah and priest of Baal, and this contest ending with Saint Patrick magically hurling Lochru into the air, and breaking him to pieces on a sharp rock.

It was another ritual murder at the foundation of the Celtic Church, a human sacrifice to be sure.

This same Saint Patrick was said to have been able to raise the dead.

It should be noted the Columbanus, who was the most significant representative of the Irish Catholic Church after the Dark Ages, who lived and wrote and sent missionaries from Ireland to Continental Europe, building Churches and found religious communities, he makes no mention of Saint Patrick at all in his writing, and asserts that the Church in Ireland was founded by a man named Palladius.

The entire legend of Saint Patrick could be a myth designed to subordinate the Irish heart to a British noble of Roman descent.