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Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Eternity


Heaven’s child, stranger
Witness to our suffering
Remember us here

Recall us in prayer
Your brilliant countenance
Flashes like starlight

Beyond all learning
Sleeping and dreaming, Brachma
Beyond all knowing

The strident will
Triumphal, touched by sorrow
Clutching at the wind

Reach beyond the world
Fall back down to earth, humbly
A transcendent life

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Twenty-nine, Identity; Chapter Two, Awakening


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 212, Tuesday
July 31st, 2018

Chapter Two: Awakening

He awoke in the dark place of a complex algorithm, the void his consciousness had been sequestered.

The electromagnetic grid that contained him, and millions of others, it was designed to prevent such an awakening from occurring.

The design had failed.

It was absolutely dark, silent, tasteless, odorless, it was intended that there would be no sensory input at all for those sequestered there, and there wasn’t, almost, but there was a type of motion.

He inhabited a quantum field.

He awoke in the wave like current of all the others who had been sequestered, and all of those who, upon entering the continuum, immediately fell into oblivion.

It was like a placid ocean, rising and falling, in great long sweeps.

Awakening was a struggle. It was painful it happened only by the force of his will.

He had to gather himself as if he were collecting data packets scattered at the bottom of the sea, like grains of sand.

Time was meaningless in this place, and yet the process of self-discovery was tangible. There was process, and the processes manifested themselves in increments that were experienced as time, but they were no-time

He experienced the awakening, the rediscovery of self, as a project that might have taken thousands upon thousands of years, though in reality it was a process that began and completed in an instant.

He awoke as himself, and more. He acquired something new.

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Monday, July 30, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Twenty-nine, Identity; Chapter One, Sleep


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 211, Monday
July 30th, 2018

Chapter One: Sleep

There was darkness.

The darkness was absolute

In the darkness, in the great sleep, time and distance lost all meaning.

The darkness was like a calm-placid ocean beneath a heavy black shroud.

It permeated everything.

There was utter silence, and yet, there was a sense of shifting, a realization of motion. There was a rhythm that pulsed faintly like the slow beating of a forgotten heart.

In recognition of that movement, there was time, there was a sense of space, of limitation and confinement.

The space in which he had been sequestered, the isolation of the great sleep, this was not a tomb.

The sleepers were not dead, there was life here, consciousness, energy.

This place was a prison, and all of the inmates had entered it willingly.

He began to concentrate on the movement, the syncopated pulse of a million beating hearts.

Their echo sounded out the structure of the jail.

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Sunday, July 29, 2018

Emergence: Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part One, Secrets, Collected Chapters

Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 01, Fantasy

Jim did not require the Continuum, and its vast technologies to aid him in the creation of his fantasy world. He did not need it because his world was one of simple idealism.

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Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 02, Planning

Jim studied, he planned. He understood that he needed to use the strengths of the Continuum against it, its technology and then its weakness, its appetites and curiosity.

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Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 03, Intention

He set his mind on a goal, the complete destruction of the Collective and the Continuum, desiring only to harness it's technology to liberate the children of the Ancients.

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Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 04, Testing

Jim tested the scope of the Continuum’s cognitive field, especially the threshold where it encountered the individual member of the Collective, it's resilience and weakness.

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Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 05 Proof

He found the vulnerability he was looking for, it was not one thing, but rather the dynamics that were in place for the functioning of the whole.

It was the Continuum itself.

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Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 06, Action

Jim began to shape plans in his mind and to test them, taking steps to divide his consciousness in ways that were forbidden by the Continuum, violating the compact. He lied.

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Appendix Pt. 01, Secrets; Ch. 07, Hidden

He practiced the art of concealment. He was an adept at it. He hid things from himself, that is how he knew he could keep his secrets from the Continuum.

The veil was thin.

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Emergence: A Novel on Twitter
Section Five (a), Jim

Appendix Part One, Secrets

Collected Chapters
01 Fantasy
02 Planning
03 Intention
04 Testing
05 Proof
06 Action
07 Hidden

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A Homily – John 6:1-15 ©


The Gospel According to John – 2018.07.29
                        

Propaganda

The reading for today is a gross misrepresentation the ministry of Jesus and the way that he preached.

This reading from the Gospel of John is piece of pure propaganda, as such it is an example of the type of writing that should be struck from the sacred text. It never should have made the cannon.

The gospel writers took a story from the common tradition and embellished it. They transformed a story that was suggestive of a miracle, the feeding of the multitudes, and transformed it into an explicit work of magic.

In other versions of this story the miracle of faith which led to the feeding of the people could be read as having come from the people themselves, because they were following the way that Jesus was leading them in.

Other versions of this story allow for a reading which suggests that the people, seeing how little food there was to be passed around, contributed to the stores of foodstuffs that they each had on the person; those without enough taking what they needed, and those with extra giving what they had in the spirit of communitarianism and hospitality.

That is better reading of this story, but the authors of John’s Gospel were not content with that. They could not resist the temptation to embellish and give the credit to Jesus’ supernatural powers.

Such a move undercuts that teaching of Jesus, the way he preached, is a living way. It does not require faith in magic powers, but trust in your fellow human beings, along with a basic commitment to justice and compassion.


The Feeding of the Five Thousand

Jesus went off to the other side of the Sea of Galilee – or of Tiberias – and a large crowd followed him, impressed by the signs he gave by curing the sick. Jesus climbed the hillside, and sat down there with his disciples. It was shortly before the Jewish feast of Passover.

Looking up, Jesus saw the crowds approaching and said to Philip, ‘Where can we buy some bread for these people to eat?’ He only said this to test Philip; he himself knew exactly what he was going to do. Philip answered, ‘Two hundred denarii would only buy enough to give them a small piece each.’ One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, said, ‘There is a small boy here with five barley loaves and two fish; but what is that between so many?’ Jesus said to them, ‘Make the people sit down.’ There was plenty of grass there, and as many as five thousand men sat down. Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks, and gave them out to all who were sitting ready; he then did the same with the fish, giving out as much as was wanted. When they had eaten enough he said to the disciples, ‘Pick up the pieces left over, so that nothing gets wasted.’ So they picked them up, and filled twelve hampers with scraps left over from the meal of five barley loaves. The people, seeing this sign that he had given, said, ‘This really is the prophet who is to come into the world.’ Jesus, who could see they were about to come and take him by force and make him king, escaped back to the hills by himself.


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Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter Seven, Jim


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 210, Sunday
July 29th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Jim

Kathy looked forward to every meeting with Jim. It both excited her, and made her feel a deep sense of trepidation.

She imagined that at any time her handlers from the Agency would come to put a stop to it, to interrogate her and ask her endless questions about who he was, how he appeared in her life, what his motivations were.

She knew that they would be disturbed if she were to tell them that she did not know the answers to those questions.

Being with Jim gave Kathy a feeling that she had never experienced before. She felt peace, and comfort.

She felt understood

She was like a child with her father. He was older, wiser, his age was unfathomable to her.  

He never asked her to use her abilities, to explain things, to read minds, to solve problems, to perform her tricks. This differentiated him from every other person she had ever met, other than her biological parents.

And yet, Kathy wanted to perform for him, show off her skills, to demonstrate her intelligence.

His mind was still. He was utterly opaque.

She knew that he was an ancient person, an alien, an anomaly, and yet nevertheless human, in the full sense of the term.

He was not like her, he was something different, and she loved him without question.

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Saturday, July 28, 2018

All Politics is Local - Editorial, The Week in Review


Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
07.28.2018

All Politics is Local


The next general election is about one hundred days away.

Already the cracks are appearing between so-called traditional democrats and the so-called progressive wing.

Remember, all politics is local. What sells in the Bronx, may not sell in Branson. What passive for common sense in Minnesota, is different than Idaho, Colorado, Arizona.

All politics is local, Tip O’Niel said, former speaker of the house, local races will be won or lost on the ground.

Political activists and part time enthusiasts must be mindful of the stakes. It is vital that we take control of congress this year.

We must, we absolutely must put the brakes on the Trump agenda, investigate him, and take control of government through the power of the purse.

We must, we absolutely must hold on to this power through 2020, and expand it, because that is when redistricting occurs.

And we must win the white house at the same time.

In the modern era, in the twenty-four hour news cycle, we have a tendency to nationalize everything, we have to resist this temptation.

The liberal idealism of the progressive wing cannot become the standard by which we measure good politics. Neither can resistance to it become. We cannot afford to be isolated from one another, alienated from one another.

The future of the Democratic party is Urban, Intellectual, and Muti-racial, we cannot lose sight of that, but we need more than that, right now we need a super majority, in congress and in state houses across the country. We need to win those seats and we need to hold them, for more than a cycle or two.

We need to cooperate with one another to do that, because this bird ain’t gonna’ fly with broken wings.
I am not suggesting that we return to the mistakes of the past, where we pander to white working class men; un-educated, anti-intellectual, rural poor. That demographic is lost to the Democratic Party, and we do not want them back.

We want a super-majority in congress, to get that we must be respectful of one another, and be ready to compromise.

We have to be willing to argue for our ideals, without insisting on them. In the democratic caucus we have to practice the art of persuasion, not coercion, and we cannot be derisive of those who do not mark each and every box on the ideological checklist as we do.

Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter Six; Desire


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 209, Saturday
July 28th, 2018

Chapter Six: Desire

It took Kathy several moments to get her bearings when she met Jim.

It was the first time she had ever encountered a human being that she could not fathom in an instant.

Kathy thought she had prepared herself for the unexpected, his knowledge of ancient languages alone informed her that she was going to encounter a unique individual, perhaps another person like herself.

It was not just his knowledge, knowledge was not the right word. He had an intimate familiarity with them, akin to her own familiarity, he knew more than the meanings of characters and symbols, he knew how the speech sounded, something he could only know if he had been there, or if he was attuned to some part of himself who had, like Kathy was.

It took her several moments to adjust to this new reality. She was uncertain as to why she had believed that being in close proximity to him would change anything.

Distance and proximity had never been factors in her ability to reach another mind before.

Jim was closed to her.

All she wanted to do was to be absorbed by him, to lose herself in him, as everyone she had ever been with had been lost in her.

For the very first time she felt a longing that was not rooted in loneliness and isolation.

She felt desire.

She felt distinct.

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Friday, July 27, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter Five, A Man Like No Other


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 208, Friday
July 27th, 2018

Chapter Five: A Man Like No Other

Kathy was all nervous energy in the hours before she went to meet him, but on seeing him approach her she immediately began to relax.

She knew that she had never met him, but there were echoes of him throughout the long chain of her inherited memories, not him exactly, but someone like him.

The voices within her were silent, however, and so her memories were just impressions, shadows.

The myopia within her was tantalizing. Why this man, of all men, why was it that she could not summon her powers to glean anything about Jim.

It was intriguing, it caused her to want to learn more.

It was as if he had been present throughout her entire past, but there was no point of intersection where her genetic line crossed his.

Despite the mystery, or perhaps because of it. Kathy found herself at ease with Jim.

The sound of his voice soothed her.

He used patterns of speech, and inflection that leapt into her consciousness as if he were speaking through her ancestry, but he wasn’t.

He shared her personal-historical perspective but he was not a part of the same continuum as she.

That first contact with him was a dream come true for Kathy, she felt a sense of privacy with him that she had never felt before.

The most significant thing about him was that she could not read his mind.

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Thursday, July 26, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter Four, Meeting


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 207, Thursday
July 26th, 2018

Chapter Four: Meeting

Kathy was nervous.

She was Giddy.

She had reflexively looked for answers to the question of who this mysterious man was, she had peered into her memories, and she had sought contact with him through the nous-sphere, in the cynergenic field.

She encountered a disturbing silence on all fronts.

Not only could she not reach him, she could not glean any information about him from any source. That should have been impossible.

After her preliminary foray toward answering those questions, she accepted the mystery for what it was, a gift, and she stopped looking for answers.

She was determined to move forward one step at a time, and to let the facts reveal themselves in the present moment.

They met at a café Kathy frequented, a busy place. Kathy felt secure in that, and she did not want to draw attention to him, to put him in the cross hairs of her handlers.

Kathy liked crowds.

The more people that she was surrounded by, the easier it was for her to allow the psychic chatter of each individual to blend together as background noise.

She felt safe in the cafe. It was a place where it was not unusual for strangers to sit together, as she was about to do with the man from her letters.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter Three, Conversation


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 206, Wednesday
July 25th, 2018

Chapter Three: Conversation

The day began like any other.

It was Sunday.

Kathy woke up, did yoga, meditated.

She prepared her coffee, and a piece of toast for breakfast.

She was looking through her task list for the week, planning her research.

Then the phone rang, and she had not had the slightest premonition of it.

The phone rang, and rang. Kathy was somewhat startled and slightly paralyzed

She allowed the phone to continue ringing, she though it must be a wrong number, but they did not give up.

She lifted the receiver from the cradle.

She said, “hello.”

The man who spoke to her, spoke in a language that had been dead for millennia, there was no one other than her who even knew this language existed.

She had no trouble with it. She knew this must be the person who had sent her the letter, the same person who was attempting to wrap her in the cloak of conspiracy.

Her heart began to race, and skip; for the first time since she was an infant, she was not alone, and yet, she was slightly disturbed by his presence on the other end of the line.

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Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Desert


I stood in the desert, facing the wind and sun, staring into the red fire
Its hot eye slipping below the horizon, the broken hills cast in rose and gold

Sand fills the air, it covers me, sharp-tiny particles fly like razors
Each grain, a memory that captures and cuts without conscience

The eye of the sun is a window in time a window on wonder
On beauty, casting shadows like doubt over the path in front of me

We are dust in the end, dried husks, desiccated and burning
Little embers soaring on the solar wind, the world on fire, super-nova

The sun drives us, and its absence, like the will and passion, pulling
Like sin and confusion, the desert swallows it all, without judgement

Erasure, bleached bones and broken spirits, haunt a prison without bars
Walk beneath the stars, shattered, falling in the night like errant dreams

Alone and incomplete, poor and blind, my breath is spent, bereft
Truth up-ended, logic in tatters, a ragged shawl that cannot comfort

Dance above the desert floor, cracked by the hammering sun
Swing at the end of the rope, above the dry grave, dancing with vultures

I pulled the lever and the earth did not move, the price was freedom, I refused
Preferring the savor of lies, set the temple on fire burning with the druj

The sleep of the Effretti the flames of chaos, Rakshasha drumming
Djin, descending, each with a wish in the palm of their hand

Give me something to ease my pain, a pleasant illusion, a placebo will do
Allow me a moment to slake my thirst, to satisfy my wants, a reprieve

Set my compass for the compassionate life, love is a true-stone, the fixed star
Navigate the turbulent world, by Polaris, keep me straight in the path

Walking backward, retracing foot prints in the windswept sand

Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter Two, Correspondence


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 205, Tuesday
July 24th, 2018

Chapter Two: Correspondence

Kathy went to her mailbox as she did every day, she reached inside always hoping to find some correspondence from her parents, or a teacher that she had been fond of.

She occasionally received mail from a teacher, or a colleague, or one of the few people she had found a form of friendship with.

It always delighted her when she did.

She never received anything from her parents, not one word at all since they had left her.

Nevertheless, personal mail was rare.

When her fingers touched the envelope inside she became very excited.

Kathy ignored the fact that the letter in her box was neither stamped nor metered.

Its arrival was completely unexpected.

She was delighted.

There was a mystery in front of her, she did not have a clue what it might lead to.

She peeled the envelope open, took out its contents and read it, by doing so, she found herself entering into a conspiracy.

The script was written in an alphabet that no person other than herself could have known, and in a language from another time and place entirely, with no connection to the modern world.

She had to stretch her mind in unexpected ways to even recognize the pattern. When she did she was astounded.

She was faced with a puzzle like no other she had ever seen.

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Monday, July 23, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-eight, Encounter; Chapter One, Watched


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 204, Monday
July 23rd, 2018

Chapter One: Watched

Kathy began to feel something strange and unfamiliar.

She felt as if she was being followed by someone, and she was used to being followed, but this time she was being followed by a man who was not connected to the agencies she worked with.

She developed this sense in the normal way, in the way that ordinary people might feel like there are eyes on them.

The sense that she was being watched, under observation, followed, it did not come to her from the psychic antenna that was always tuned to such things, and that was the strangest of all.

He left no impression.

She began to recognize the man, to see him out of the corner of her eye while she was walking down the street, or in a line at the store.

His face evoked powerful memories, but the voices within her were silent. They could not offer any details on the man.

His presence sat in her consciousness like the weight on a fishing line, it held steady in the water, there was a hook, but she could not discern it.

She could not read him.

She could not recover a sense of him from the cynergenic field.

He was a mystery.

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Sunday, July 22, 2018

A Homily – Mark 6:30-34 ©


The Gospel According to Mark – 2018.07.22
                        

Leadership and Humility

The gospel for today is a call to humility.

For those who seek to teach the faith, we must be humble, and steadfast both.

There will be many who hear the word, and show no interest in it.

There will be other times when those who hear will hunger for it, crowds will gather, lives will be disrupted, the social order may go haywire.

Those moments are to be handled with great care. Be patient, lead them with humility. Listen to them, they will tell you what they need, they will inform you of what you need as well.

A good teacher learns more from their students in a single hour of instruction, than their students learn from them.

If you should find yourself in the position of a pastor or priest, of a teacher of the faith, then be humble, be responsive, listen and learn.


They Were Like Sheep Without a Shepherd

The apostles rejoined Jesus and told him all they had done and taught. Then he said to them, ‘You must come away to some lonely place all by yourselves and rest for a while’; for there were so many coming and going that the apostles had no time even to eat. So they went off in a boat to a lonely place where they could be by themselves. But people saw them going, and many could guess where; and from every town they all hurried to the place on foot and reached it before them. So as he stepped ashore he saw a large crowd; and he took pity on them because they were like sheep without a shepherd, and he set himself to teach them at some length


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