BEYOND BEHIND & BENEATH THE CONCEPTUAL

nugget of blurt, stardate 09h29 Wednesday 5 October 2005 Kent UK.

Um.

It is a funny thing this conceptual mental blurty poo.

Poo poo poo.

Smelly old poo.

That is what words and concepts and ideas are, and guess what, our species, the infamous killer monkeys, we are such dung beetles. We love the blurty poo, but in it's place, fertilising the soil in the garden of our dreams and aspirations and zzz...

Mental mental conceptual stuff, all SO seductive. Look here on this esteemed estranged strangled constipated four rum.

Can we open a window, it feels a little stuffy in here. I mean, this place draws a particular crowd, self selected minds. If Julius Gennaro our warrior emperor could fit all the bodygraphs together, something very obvious would emerge. For most people here CARE about the conceptual. As if concepts could save them from personal hell. But concepts are hell. Concept-free is ecstasy.

Silly smelly poo. All of it. Ideas. Concepts. These words. Bye bye. Off you go. Go water your weeds.

And yet the mind is in control for most of us, and the mind smells the juice in concepts, and drags us back over and over again to listen to Ra the conceptless, Ra the open window, Ra the empty head, Ra the pure telephone modem to beyond behind and beneath all that is conceptual. Yes Ra appears a strong flavour - that is just maya, I'll bet he is open to beyond all concepts and what trickles through the tap into our thirsty mouths is just purer because it is from beyond the mental or conceptual plane.

jjpiedra has posted an article here in Spanish with the lovely word apertura for the white in our chart, isn't that cool. Apertures are things ready for penetration, for input or excretion, there is a readiness for them to act as conveyancing for content, the very word aperture implies something is going to go in or out. In a way that our English word Open - Open centre, is more like a closed door on a strange shop we never enter, and the word is written on a card we see through that glass door, and a hand comes and switches over the label from closed to open, as we watch, never opening the door, never going out nor in.

Tenemos sed.

Why do I sit and write this ... shit? Is it just rubbish? No. Not at all, dirt in the kitchen (mud) is different to dirt in the garden (plastic). Everything is context.

But YOU, whoever YOU are, are my context, and here is the essence of the forum. I have no idea who can or will read some of my most intimate thoughts, and unless I go back and delete every post, whoever I now meet could any day research and say, ah, on this date this madman posted this or that, and perhaps I did.

So why do any of us post here at all? Really?

Trust me, I am a witchdoctor, this is the universe flowing past the mind, and the mind flowing into the universe. Maybe the silicon particles are learning to be intelligent and alive. For it is silicon life next to replace carbon life, and Ra even has a drawing of how "we" will eventually look as silicon life forms. Maybe. Yeah yeah yeah.

But the fact is, all this conceptual searching is just the bow pulling back until it snaps back firing the arrow, and when your arrow launches, generally this will be midlife crisis and especially as you turn 50 approximately, with any luck YOU will not be at all conceptual.

With any luck YOU will leave the dance floor of conceptual debate. Except for the odd salsa of conceptual pleasure, mutton dressed as lamb, and why not?

Now Ra is quite clever, although his maths - all maths before Human Design is delinquent. For his purposes, for his needs in calculating reincarnation - existing mathematics is delinquent for curves, rotations, turbulence, and fluid dynamics. Utterly wrong maths for the job, but anyway - Ra is adequately clever and devious for his role in the opera of life and all that sorcery, for he lures us all in with this wonderful nested labyrinth of ideas and interlocking concepts. And you know what, no human mind nor minds could be capable of constructing this consistent and empirically verifyable labyrinth of conceptual explanations, for we all "understand" what our parents and so on told us and have too immense a journey to break free into reality and truth until someone else clears the jungle pathways for us. Briefly - each human consciousness is born into the limitations of a physical body, limited sensory cognition, finite calculating power, but most of our calculating resources are drained into SOCIAL adaptation, not intellectual. WIth my autistic nature, I never really did social, but I see the processing power ordinary people put into the trance they walk around in. A blind man, or a cripple, like Stephen Hawking, is more free to know and think through the labyrinths of truth, because in his medical condition and isolation, he does not need to waste conceptual activity on whether his bum looks big in this or that, nor even how to dance a salsa or cook an omelette. His very helplessness focusses his available mind. And Milton Erickson had the same journey, 2 years with only his eyes free of the polio paralysis, allowing Erickson to explore mentally what we now have as NLP and easy DIY powerful hypnosis. Helplessness in the care of loving devotion is the Checkpoint Charly of all the ecstacy and bliss you could ever want, it brings a taste of the paradise we all remember and we all seek. Ra's wilful denial of all social interaction, his direct encounter with the support of nature as a hermit tramp, got him closer to the reality beyond our shallow concepts and sciences and religions.

Instead of finding safe ways and places and support to be utterly helpless, our old killer monkey culture drives us to action action and pursuit within the conceptual ways we already have - which we did not choose, they were forced upon us by our culture. All cultures are twisted, and so the world is rather damaged and so are most people. But times will change now.

Deep deep down, behind your smile, behind your anger and frustration, you know all that we seek is bliss. And that bliss exists in emptiness, and openness, as an aperture to whatever is beyond behind and beneath mental explanations. But instead, we tend to search for more and more, and the proof is that you are still reading this oddball fertiliser, a little heady now on the stench, but are you still fascinated? If not - bye. Here, take my best smile with you in your heart, and my love, do ou need a carrier bag for that? We have some printed with my corporate logo now.

Bye bye - go and live your life as yourself instead of reading anything here - but who are you, who is this self now living this life in that uncomfortable place with all these challenging people and situations? Ah... Where can you go? Your seed is so rooted in your past, you will never leave your self, you are helplessly rooted in your own being just as any plant is stuck to the spot it first grew up in. Our eyes delude us that we are mobile, our legs feel the motion, but our spirit and our consciousness cannot jump free of where nor who we are, who we were, and we can only flow into who we now will be and become.

And when you find your place, and your answers, will they be conceptual? Will you write a book on the answers? No, although I do think you will write a book, or weblog, I certainly am writing, and the strain of pulling back the bowstring is clearly already in some dimensions firing me as an arrow into my destiny and void. You see, from around 40 to 50 God stops carrying you on his shoulders, if you prefer religiously minded metaphors, I can metafive for you. And if you prefer science, around 40 to 50 the Matrix of neutrinos and life just shifts gear, there are new babies to care for, you are seriously on your own to survive with all the skills God has shown you in those 40 years, and the years 40 to 50, approximately, are a rush of DIY hammering to build the ark. For the floods will come and people do fall "off the roof" and sometimes not make their dance class that evening.

Those of us over 50, golden in the glow of sunset, may now walk this planet as gods. Shift up, damn you.

If you do that, if you do realise you walk here as a God, you will not have a rule book to refer to, nor in fact a certificate from Ra nor MIT. Your concepts are unlikely to be quick enough to adapt to reality. Reality is about to heave into turbulent crisis with many fundamental changes likely through a) socio-economic forces and b) cosmic changes in the maya.

Our maya obviously is disintegrating and how is your world - more and more like some damn video game, yes?

The most striking feature of YOUR world and mine today, is the straight line the flat surface the box corner - it is there as if the fabric of every baby's world was always so. The world had no such manufactured straight lines until the changes started in the 1780s. The industrial revolution, the mutation from 7 chakras to a 9 centred being, however you label it, the fact is our daily cognition of reality is inexorably closer to a computer simulation every year.

Can silicon computers make the curves and experience of the forest, the diversity of living creation, the shore lines, the fractal shapes? Well, with a lot of number crunching, yes. But nature, the maya, did that easily until now. Our reality no longer extends to the horizon to the stars to the sky most days - we each live within a restricted maya that extends to flat white ceiling, the generally bland beige walls. The silicon glass windows and stale air - it is truly as if we are being herded as a species into the Matrix, as in the film. And the computer programmers need to downgrade our cognitive experiences to only allow a couple of silicon screen windows to have anything of interest, and these reduce to pixelated echoes that are clearly false and artificial. As a species, we are sleep-walking into less and less reality, blundering into technological trance and advert crazed stupor, instead of walking through the subtle, dangerous forests, and under the distant, twinkling, mysterious, wise and weary stars.

People - go out and live under the stars and sky, walk in the forests of natural beauty, for many people this reality, this maya is already gone, replaced by the television, the delivered pizza, and this internet you are now bubbling in front of. Once people close into that helplessness, in their natural trust and search for bliss, the big bang of creation itself is revealed as past the midpoint, and the maya will enfold slowly back into nothingness, consciousness finally released back to bliss, material form unrestricted by consious penetration. Our interactions with natural forms are already unwinding, and our consciousness slowly relaxes and releases worry into the silicon stillness of oblivion and pure drug enhanced surgically altered cosmic orgasm.

I am sorry to inform you that all cartesian logical, sequential mechanics, mathematics and so on, is so seriously flawed and childishly limited. Compared to the natural dendritic fractal mechanics mathematics and so on of what is out there beyond human understanding. At least our sensory awareness has stroked the hemlines of creation now. This, folks, is it. This is as deep as it gets - your life now is the epitome, the summit of Mount Everest, and you have the glorious choice of your own vantage point as reality disintegrates person by person. Living awareness by living awareness back into the void vibration from where we all emerged. And all time and place is here and now, so we are truly at the most brilliant opportunity to experience, know, and model, reality as deeply as this experiment in reality allows.

Peace be with you, and also with you.

Ah. Men!

Ciao for now

Digital Witchdoctor

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