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Monday, April 30, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Seventeen, Volcano; Chapter One, The Last Event

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Day 120, Monday
April 30th, 2018

Chapter One: The Last Event

Most of the people in the world had no knowledge of the threat posed by the Yellowstone volcano, even though the information was available, it was on the internet, and there had been many documentaries filmed concerning it.

The earliest documentaries, were disturbing. After airing for a decade and raising the level of alarm, newer productions began to slip miss-information into the narrative. This eased public apprehension about the dilemma, but did nothing in the way of preparing people for it.

The United States Geological Service (U.S.G.S.), closely monitored the volcano. They were aided by several nearby universities. They began to monitor it as soon as they realized what they had discovered.

Seismographs were deployed, and in time the vast magma dome at the epicenter was mapped out through global positioning systems, satellite tracking that measured uplift and deformation of the surface of the cauldera at its weakest point.

In the early days this information was available to the public, but after a year of intense activity the crucial and most informative data became restricted.

Then, the eruption came without warning.

It shook the world, throwing it off its axis.

Ash poured into the upper atmosphere, covering everything in a poisonous cloud, hiding the survivors from the face of the sun.

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Sunday, April 29, 2018

A Homily – John 15:1 – 1 ©

The Gospel According to John – 2018.04.29

The Branches

The gospel reading for today comes from a place of division and fear in the early church.

Sadly, it is a theme we found often repeated.

It is right and good to say that Jesus is the vine, and God the vine dresser.

We understand that the vinedresser takes care of the whole plant; from root to branch and stem.

The vine dresser prunes, and binds, and brings to flower the fruit that produces the good wine.

The vine dresser does not kill the vine.

God is the creator of all that is. Everything that is comes through vine, as the introduction to John’s Gospel attests:

In the beginning was the word and all things came to be through him, all things are in him, and not one thing exists without him.

The vine weaves through all creation, it touches every person, it sustains every living breathing thing, and undergirds the whole created order.

Everyone is in the vine, Christian and non-Christian alike, the good, the bad and the ugly.

When the writers of John’s Gospel were writing this, they were concerned with the faithfulness of their members. They drafted warning for those they thought would betray them, and provided a rationale for excluding those whom they thought had done so.

This was a betrayal of the faith. Remember Jesus who forgave the men who murdered him, even while he was dying on the cross. Remember Peter, who denied him, and Paul who persecuted 
Christians. They were all in the vine, each and every one, both in their faithfulness, and in their most faithful moments.

I Am the Vine, You are the Branches

Jesus said to his disciples:

‘I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that bears no fruit he cuts away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes to make it bear even more. You are pruned already, by means of the word that I have spoken to you. Make your home in me, as I make mine in you. As a branch cannot bear fruit all by itself, but must remain part of the vine, neither can you unless you remain in me.

I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me, with me in him, bears fruit in plenty; for cut off from me you can do nothing. Anyone who does not remain in me is like a branch that has been thrown away – he withers; these branches are collected and thrown on the fire, and they are burnt. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, you may ask what you will and you shall get it.

It is to the glory of my Father that you should bear much fruit, and then you will be my disciples.’

Fifth Sunday of Easter

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter Seven, Duality

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Day 119, Sunday
April 29th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Duality

The whole body is a cognitive organ, not just the brain, the cerebellum, or the cerebral cortex.

The body senses, it remembers.

The body writes those memories into the genetic code of the individual, in sequences of peptides, and amino acids. It writes them into the DNA.

We pass those memories onto our offspring. We are born with the knowledge of our ancestors built onto the fabric of our being.  

The whole being is contained in the tiniest part, in the nucleus of every cell. It pushes us forward, a chemical drive feeding the quantum field of creativity, a neural net rooted in organic chemistry.

It is a constant interchange of the analog with the digital

Just as the human being processes external stimuli through the brain, wherein chemical sequences are translated into electrical signals, in a tightly choreographed exchange that take place a billions of times per second, in every moment of our lives. So does the human being function as a small piece of the larger world.

Every human being is an organic node. An individual interfacing with the quantum field that comprises the whole.

We experience these dualities within ourselves; individual experience, inherited experience, individual mind, collective mind.

We experience these dualities, but we do so on the unconscious level, very few people ever become aware of the greater reality that they are a part of.

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Saturday, April 28, 2018

We Are One

The essential individuality of the human being is not a concept I would try to refute.

We are born as individuals, as unique nodes of consciousness with an individuated perspective concerning the reality of our experience.

This is a fact.

As individuals we are prone to think of ourselves-only, to forget about the rest of the world, or to think of the broader world only in terms of how it may benefit us.

This is problematic.

Being human, we must think of the race, the human-race, in it's entirety, a failing that persists to dog us, as it always has, individuated as we are.

Until now, until my generation came of age, this goal: the goal of “universal awareness” was not conceivable.

Now, telecommunications has effected a change in the world as much and as significantly as the atom bomb in my parents and my grandparent’s time.

My parents were born before either of these technological innovations came.

My grandparents were born before radio, before flight.

According to the Gregorian calendar, in the year nineteen hundred and sixty nine of the Common Era, a human being first set foot on the moon.

I was born in that same year, eighty-nine days earlier.

I grew up with the precise and undeniable knowledge that the world is one place, one tiny-blue spec soaring through the vast universe, together with our little yellow star and our lifeless sister planets.

The universe is my inheritance, absolutely, undeniably and entirely.

It is ours.

The awesome weight of this knowledge is juxtaposed by the sublime and mortifying truth that at any moment it could be taken away from me, from us, denied to my brothers and sisters, denied to humanity, by the fell swoop of nuclear force, by a natural disaster, a volcanic explosion, a collision with an astral body, or by the slow depletion of our natural resources and the steady toxification of the planet.

In the last couple of decades our knowledge of the world has grown immensely.

By destroying, or nearly destroying entire ecological systems, we have come to understand both the fragile-balance of the natural world and our precarious position within it.

Only now, when it appears too late to mitigate the damage we have already done, do we realize that we are killing ourselves with the slow poison of technological ease.

There is a lot of neglect in the world.

Humans are negligent of realizing and accepting responsibility for the most basic issues of life and death in our society, and on our planet.

We are greedy, short-sighted, and self-destructive.

We are fearful of giving up the luxuries we feel we have earned, fearful and negligent of analyzing the consequences of continuing to satiate our appetites without giving any thought to the future.

Know this:

Everyone shares the same inheritance, private property not-withstanding, the world belongs to all of us, regardless of what social conditions or what continent that they were born into, regardless of what creed, what color, or what gender we are, what religion we profess, or how we understand we sexuality, or any of the other minor cultural matters that differentiate us from one another.

As members of the "free-world," the “first-world,” we occupy an undignified position, our opulent life having been purchased by the blood and toil, bought and sold through the suffering of millions who are kept in bondage to economic imperialism, people who are little more than slaves to circumstances they do not comprehend and cannot control, slaves in everything but name, with no power, no rights, and no recourse to justice.

I am a theist. I believe in a God that made enough for everybody.

There is no reason for people to starve, to live in filth, to have no heat or clean water, no access to medicine and dentistry, to not receive an education.

Our beautiful world does not lack the resources to ensure that everyone is provided for. We lack the will to manage our resources properly, this is a human problem, a problem of shortsightedness, ignorance, and greed.

It is the problem of the living, a problem for the here and now.

As individuals we must learn to think of humanity as a complete organism, a collective of individuals, a singular entity.

We are like children in need of maturity.

We are one, humanity is one, and this is our puzzle.

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter Six, Thirst

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Day 118, Saturday
April 28th, 2018

Chapter Six: Thirst

The human body is water.

Metaphors of fluidity permeate the human consciousness.

The surface of earth is mostly water, and in times of great crises the surface of the waters, and the deep deep places were where human beings returned to for refuge, safety and sustenance. Oceans, and lakes, and rivers provided everything

The body needs water, as it needs oxygen to fill the lungs, fill blood cells racing through veins, coursing into tissues.

There is no greater pain than thirst, and the unquenched desire is the thirst that leads to death.

Metaphors linking dryness to anguish, pain, and suffering fill the human imagination.

To thirst is to know that the end is near.

Thirst will drive the average person mad, the knowledge that death is approaching and the end of the body is at hand.

When thirst is great enough, a person will turn to a source of liquid that they know to be poisoned in order to slake it.

Thirst is a drive. It is the greatest motivator, greater than hunger, greater than joy.

The thirsty person will do anything, sacrifice anything. Thirst will cause a person to give up everything they hold sacred, even their own identity.

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Friday, April 27, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter Five, Hemispheric Brain

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Day 117, Friday
April 27th, 2018

Chapter Five: Hemispheric Brain

The brain was split in two. The architecture provided a cognitive override. If the messages from the brain stem flooded the organ with fear, desire, or any other strong feeling, the force of it was divided into the two parts.

This allowed for a fraction of a moment of distance to develop between the individual and the event that generates the feeling. A moment when choice was possible, and the individual could act apart from the coercive effect of the external stimuli.

The human being was split down the middle, left for right and right for left.

It was an organic duality.

Cognitives function were split between the two hemispheres as well.

Mathematical, categorical, statistical functions to one side of the brain, while the boundary spanning, rule breaking, artistic and unorthodox functions occupied the other half of the brain. It was symbiosis.

The hemispheres of the brain were not distinct. They were conjoined by a network, a wetwork of fibers, the tiniest of organic structures, not much larger than a chain of protein molecules, but it was electric.

The nano-particles in the neural net allowed each individual to be connected to the quantum field, and in the quantum field there was all knowledge, and the fullness of humanity.

The past and the present were one.

The human being was one, even in light of its inherent duality. 

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Thursday, April 26, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter Four, Binocular Vision

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Day 116, Thursday
April 26th, 2018

Chapter Four: Binocular Vision

Bands of light cross the full spectrum, piercing organic lenses from corner to corner.

One-hundred and eighty degrees, light reflecting off every object in the field of vision, light and shadow refracting in the broad array of color, captured through the lens and in its rods and cones.

Neuro-receptors in the brain flip the images around, creating depth by which we determine distance, and find our way through three dimensions of space.

The broad spectrum of vision is vital to the human being, even in its limited range. Other animals see farther, other animals see in a different arc, other animals see more and less color, other animals see in a different spectrum of light.

Some animals have ultra-vision, some animals have infra vision, they specialize in these in relation to the things they hunt, and furrow for.

The human eye is powerful, it takes in a wide range of each of those possible fields, and coordinates them for great effect.

The human species did not evolve to hunt and gather with its sight, or to favor one sense over any other, neither did the Ancient race of being from which it sprang. For the human animal, sight and the other physical senses were merely inputs for the mind. The mind was the vehicle by which the human being stalked its prey, gathered its forage, planted, sewed, and came to the harvest.

The field of vision that the human being possessed was adequate to the task. Coupled with the brain, the healthy eye could discern and interpret images, it could accurately identify objects that it could not clearly see, this was an advantage that no other species on the planet possessed.

The brain, the mind, human consciousness augmented everything.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter Three, Stereo Hearing

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Day 115, Wednesday
April 25th, 2018

Chapter Three: Stereo Hearing

Talking was the basis of sharing every advanced idea, and had been since the earliest days of the Ancient race.

Talking was the precursor to writing, and through the written language, the secrets of the universe were cracked open.

Talking, the verbal sharing of ideas, feelings, and perceptions, shared through aural communications, in waves of sound, this mode of transmission is deliberate. It is slow and luxuriant compared to the speed of light at which visual and digital communications takes place.

The slowness of speech was dumbfounding to the Continuum, many potential observers were washed out of the program because they could not adjust to this reality.

Neither sound waves, nor light waves could come anywhere close in comparison to the instantaneous transfer of thought in the quantum field.

In the field of quantum entanglement, communication could happen in no-time.

Sound was so slow, and intimate, the only thing more sensuous was touch.

Sounds and voices, they are waves crashing through the body, through the whole body, much more than the auditory canal.

To listen to the voice is to listen to the breath, to feel the living intention of the speaker, your dialog partner, adding depth and meaning to every insight they intend to impart to the other.

The embodied voice calls us back to the primordial time before the species knew anything of the stars, when we were just amphibians crying out for company, bellowing peels of warning, singing by the breeding pools in the night.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2018


Place my home on a hill
Above the greening valley
Dreaming in the mist

Clear waters rippling
Sunlight’s flash on dappled streams
Lullabies of peace

Blissful and sleeping
In the tranquil quiet
Soft, the beating heart

Joyful in my rest
If I live another day
Good, among my friends

Emergence 3.0 - Section Three, Earth; Part Sixteen, Existence; Chapter Two, Bi-Pedal

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Day 114, Tuesday
April 24th, 2018

Chapter Two: Bi Pedal

The Ancient race of spacefarers were bipeds. They stood on two feet just as the humans of earth would in their time.

The longer the Ancient colonists remained on their journey through the stars, the more they adapted their physiology to the unique exigencies of their vessel. In the case of the group that eventually landed on earth, they learned to adapt themselves to conditions of near weightlessness.

The conditions of deep space altered the function of their limbs and digits, of their muscles and skeletons.

In anticipation of coming to Earth they began to alter their physiology again, to reconstruct the things that they had lost. They transformed, as much as they could, back to the form that was the closest approximation to what they had originally been.

They prepared once again to stand on two feet.

The interactive relationship between the creature, the animal, its body, the environment determined the spectrum of its consciousness.

Standing against the pull of gravity, under the weight of the Earth’s atmosphere, balancing on two feet, these differentiated human beings from every other creature, the pivot on a central axis, dancing, and walking.

It was with their heads held high, and faces lifted to the sun, that the first colonists moved across the surface of their new world.

There were many changes yet to come, augmentations, and enhancements. They knew that they would not be leaving Earth any time soon, they had to prepare themselves to rule it, as the apex species on a planet filled with predators. They landed under the auspices of a simple rule. They had to adapt to survive. 

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Monday, April 23, 2018

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

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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?