Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being; Chapter Three, Nativity

Emergence 3.0
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Day 031, Wednesday
January 31st, 2018

Chapter Three: Nativity

Jim was not his name; it was merely the most recent name he had adopted as Earth’s Observer. Jim was one name among thousands that he had used over the course of as many lifetimes.

His real name, the name of his birth, that name was lost deep within the Continuum, as all names belonging to members of the Collective were.

He had no memory of what his mother called him, what her aspirations were for him when he was named.

The Continuum referred to him with the designation: Observer-92835670100561474. The names he bore from one lifetime to the next, they were only known as part of the narrative report his mission required him to deliver to the Collective.

It was Jim who came to consciousness in the magnetic field.

He was James.

A name he had adopted from a series of fiction, a Captain of a starship, in a popular piece of sci-fi.

He arrived on the Central Planet, the Home World, for what he was sure would be the last time.

If he survived what he was about to do, what he had been planning for eons, he would never return to the Observer Corps, and when he returned to a body of flesh, he would be going there to die.

If his plan failed, which he believed was more than likely, he knew that there was no chance that he would be given a reprieve. The Continuum had sought his termination many times, only for him to be spared by the Collective. But the destruction that he was about to wreck on that body would be so great that if it failed to bring about the end he sought. Then he would be doomed.

So much depended on his timing, and the many layers of plans that he had set in place throughout the Empire.

Jim had to concentrate.

He was already under incredible scrutiny from the Continuum. He had to mask his intentions, with the techniques that he alone had mastered among every member of the Collective.

His entire consciousness would be exposed, it was considered to be impossible for anyone to keep secrets under the examination he was about to endure, but Jim had kept many secrets, he knew he could do it, but he also knew that the level of anticipation, and anxiety he was currently feeling was something unique to this situation.

He had never tried to keep a secret like this.

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Divided Heart

There is a shadow on my heart
I turn from the light, set behind me, out of sight
And stalk my shadow

The sun is a candle brightly burning
Like the truth, I turned my back on it, lamenting
The loss of my desire

Dark as the ocean on a clouded night
The starless sky, the waves retreat, crashing passions
Drowning in the tide

Listen for the music of revelation
Find the echo of uncertainty, doubt becomes a new creation
New fruit on the old vine

There is division in my heart, sorrow
The loss of self, trying on new lovers like old clothes
Set them aside in rejection

The entire sum of human misery
Is nothing in the light, while I lie down in stagnant pools
In the shadow of desire

My heart is as broken as my mind
There is a hammer tearing at my foundations, I am no-where
Drifting and alone

My days are filled with sadness, I cling to it
Bobbing in the water, treading blindly, seized in the current
Going down and under

But the waves themselves are made of light
Light I cannot see, light that is washing me, light beyond the veil
Carry me toward completion

Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being; Chapter Two, Transition

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Day 030, Tuesday
January 30th, 2018

Chapter Two: Transition

A flash of violet turned to white, a jolt, a buzz, a tensing like a seizure, followed by a sequence of darkness. The transfer of his consciousness to the center of the galaxy was complete.

Jim, the Observer, arrived on the Central Planet in the body of his mechanoid self.

He opened his optic lens.

He was home.

He was not Jim in this place, even though everyone here, every member of the Collective, and the Continuum itself, knew that was his name on Earth.

When the Observer returned to the Central Planet they did not simply rejoin the Collective. The Collective, and the Continuum were cautious, preferring to filter the report of every Observer, before they allowed the information from their reports to enter the common conscious of the HomeWorld.

And so the Observer occupied a mechanoid form, with physical powers greatly expanded and enhanced from the organic life forms they occupied on their observing worlds. The mechanoid body was attenuated to the cynergenic field of the Central Planet but it did not have direct access to it. A physical uplink would have to take place before the data from their last cycle of experiential living could flow into the consciousness of the whole Collective.

It took time. Jim knew this and he was patient. There were hundreds of Observers coming and going at any given time. Jim would have to wait his turn. Many of the observers, housed in their mechanoid bodies were also waiting their turn. They communicated with one another, sharing the highlights of their latest adventures, the triumphs and tragedies of the worlds of their watch.

They all knew Jim. They were envious of him. He was a trailblazer.

Over the ages he had provided his fellow observers the most interesting posts. Leading the Empire to gather all of the ancient societies back to itself. The drama of those discoveries had sustained the Collective, providing its members with a sense of meaning in their lives. And of course, he was Earth.

The charge of being Earth’s Observer naturally fell to Jim, he discovered the lost colony. He established all of the infrastructure, and he channeled the living experience of that planet to the collective for consumption. It was the most watched world in the Galaxy, and the most remote.

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Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being; Chapter One, Journey

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Day 029, Monday
January 29th, 2018

Chapter One: Journey

A wormhole is not a tunnel in space/time, linking one place to another. That was however, the common conceptualization of it.

A wormhole is a shortcut through subspace, not a passageway at all. It is a transposition.

It is trillions of atoms turning on point the point of pin.

What makes a journey through a wormhole possible is quantum entanglement, enmeshment.

Things, and objects cannot pass through a wormhole, but electrons, and electromagnetic fields can, consciousness can

A passage through a wormhole is to space travel, the solution that Alexander provided for the Gordian knot.

It is instantaneous, and direct.

Vast amounts of data can pass through a wormhole, faster than light, the upper limits were not known. The only limitation to such data transfers were the limitations housed in the physical nodes that sent and received the signals.

The science and technology of the Continuum had developed the machinery to transmit tens of billions of signals from millions of worlds, simultaneously. Every detail of the lives of person they followed, on every planet in the Galactic Empire was sent in an ongoing stream, received and processed on the Central Planet for consumption by the Collective.

Not all of the data was of interest to the members of the Collective, but all of it was stored in the vast subconscious of the artificial construct the Collective had constructed, the Continuum.

The lives of every citizen the most intimate details of their joy and pain, were grist for the mill.

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A Homily – Mark 1:21 – 28 ©

The Gospel According to Mark – 2018.01.28

 

A Man with Authority

The Gospel for today is packed with nuance.

Let us unpack them:

This is the first record of Jesus Teaching in public.

He is still in Palestine, but he has travelled to the northern shore of the Sea of Galilee. He is beyond the borders of Judea, half-way between Jerusalem and Damascus.

He gives his teaching in a synagogue, indicating that he must be considered to be a Rabbi.

The synagogues belong to the diaspora, Jewish communities outside of the Holy Land.

Synagogues are the seat of the Pharisaic sect of Judaism, and Rabbis are teachers in that movement.

Pharisees are a distinct group of teachers, who promulgate the law, they are different from the Scribes, and the priest of the temple.

All of these distinctions are communicated in the opening paragraph.

Jesus the Pharisee, Jesus the Rabbi is teaching with authority, unlike the Scribes in Jerusalem.

One man calls him out. Not because he is possessed by demons, but because he afraid of what Jesus’ teaching represents.

He asks a good question, “What do you have to do with us?”

This indicates that Jesus is an outsider.

He asks, “Are you here to destroy us?”

This indicates that he perceives Jesus’ teaching to be a threat to the established order, and quite possibly to his entire community.

He addresses the claim that Jesus’ followers are promoting, that he is the “Holy One of God.” He asserts this in an unfriendly manner, quite possibly as a charge against Jesus. At the very least it is hubris, it is potentially blasphemy.

By raising this charge he intends to undermine Jesus’ authority in the synagogue.

Jesus commands the man to silence, and Jesus prevails. This scene is depicted dramatically in the gospel, as if Jesus were commanding an unclean spirit to come out of the man, a spirit of disobedience and false hood.

This is presented as Jesus, casting out a demon or demons from a man possessed.
Though it should be presented as Jesus, commanding his authority to convert a dissident into a believer. This was not a supernatural challenge to Jesus’ authority, but an ordinary challenge from a member of the community.

It was not easy for Jesus to convince the man, it was a convulsive struggle, but Jesus prevailed.

The community had been ready to receive Jesus’ teaching at the outset, but his victory in the disputation with the man who argued with him bolstered his authority all the more.

 

A Man Possessed

Jesus and his disciples went as far as Capernaum, and as soon as the sabbath came he went to the synagogue and began to teach. And his teaching made a deep impression on them because, unlike the scribes, he taught them with authority.

In their synagogue just then there was a man possessed by an unclean spirit and it shouted, ‘What do you want with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are: the Holy One of God.’ But Jesus said sharply, ‘Be quiet! Come out of him!’ And the unclean spirit threw the man into convulsions and with a loud cry went out of him. The people were so astonished that they started asking each other what it all meant. ‘Here is a teaching that is new’ they said ‘and with authority behind it: he gives orders even to unclean spirits and they obey him.’ And his reputation rapidly spread everywhere, through all the surrounding Galilean countryside.

 

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Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Three, Loss and Discovery; Chapter Seven, True

A Novel – One Page Per Day
Day 028, Sunday
January 28th, 2018

Chapter Seven: True

Throughout her life, Kathy felt as if the “weight of the world was on her.” This was not just a figure of speech. She felt it in a unique way, which is not to say that she felt responsible for the world, but that she felt it, felt it pressing in on her. She felt the world filling her up, at times she felt as if she was drowning in it.

She sensed the feelings that other people projected, she felt them intimately, psychicly. Kathy had to concentrate so that the connection she had with anyone in proximity to her, would not overwhelm her, or intrude on her consciousness when she did not want it.

In time she learned the skills required to let her be in the world, but she continued to feel as if she was “too sensitive.” When she was young she never suspected how real, how complete, how all-encompassing those feelings were.

Kathy was not merely connected to the people who were closest to her, nearest too her. She was linked to every person in the world, no matter how distant they were from her. Nevertheless, those who were nearest to her, in her physical space, they were the ones that took up all of her attention. Generally, a person had to be within a couple of hundred yards of her before she might begin to pick up on their thoughts.

When she was in crowds the psychic noise of the group helped to make everyone indistinguishable from one another, which is why she preferred to live in the city. Not only did the crowds help to keep every individual person indistinct from the next. Their constant chatter helped to keep Kathy from falling into conversation with the voices from her own past; people from her life, from the lives of her ancestors, real people not just memories.

Kathy lived in two worlds, the here and now, and the cynergenic field, what Teilhard de Chardin called the nous spehere. It was a place where the spirits of all beings dwelt, both the living and the dead.

Kathy was fully immersed in the nous sphere now, tracking backward through time to look into the life of Jim.

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Tension, Adversity and Courage

The experience of life is a play between tensions, between the demands on our time and attention that comes to us in greater and lesser degrees. Throughout our days and weeks, our months and years.

The tensions we experience are like the strings of a guitar or a piano, or the skin of a drum, the tension in them must be just-right or there is discord, when the tension in our lives is right, then we are balanced and we are in tune.

The tension exists between competing aims, objectives, ambitions, needs.

There is tension between our desires for ourselves and our responsibilities to others.

There is tension at work, and also at play.

There is tension in all of our relationships, in our hopes for ourselves and in our hopes for each other, in the way we communicate; whether we are affable or apathetic, talkative or silent, argumentative or agreeable, there is always tension.

At times, when the tension in our lives is slack, we experience it as an absence, as a lack.

We must be sensitive to the tension in our lives, like a sailor reading the wind in the sail, tacking left then tacking right, navigating the headwinds to cross the space between where we are and where we want to be.

We must train to be on the mark, we must practice for perfection.

Occasional adversity is good, the tension strengthens us, even in our closest relationships, even with our friends and partners, or our employers and coworkers.

Like the tension in our bodies when we stretch, or lift weights, tension makes us stronger, more nimble, it gets us in shape.

Conflict, when coupled with the genuine desire for its resolution, helps us to step outside of ourselves and teaches us to take another person’s perspective into consideration.

We grow in this way.

We develop empathy in this way, by listening we develop a sensitivity to the tensions in another person’s life, to the rhythm of their narrative to its music, by hearkening to their desires and to their needs we come to understand our own, better.

We are each of us a mirror of the other.

Controversy promotes reflection, it engenders critical thinking and the analytics of self-reflection.

An argument, when it is pursued to its natural end, when disentangled from the ego and the tension of competition, if the argument adheres to the rules of logic, discourse and polity, if it follows those forms the argument will unite individuals rather than drive them apart.

Even so…conflict, while potentially beneficial, is not wholly desirable.

Nevertheless, it is always better to dispute with someone when we think that they are in error, then to allow them to wander in error when a word or two might spare them.

Indifference will not resolve anything, neither will it draw anyone into a healthy state of tension, between the way we see the world, and the way the world actually is.

Be mindful, if we enter into disputation honestly, comport ourselves with decency, we may find that we are relieved of our own errors.

Prepare for this, be ready for it, we must be willing to receive correction at any time. It may be uncomfortable, even distressing, but it is liberating in the end.

When tension and adversity bring about pain, this is a true test of a person’s courage.

It does not matter if the pain is physical, emotional or intellectual, even spiritual.

A person must bear within themselves a willingness to rise above the challenges they face, a willing heart is a peaceful heart.

Open it.

We are often confronted with challenges that we did not choose for ourselves, would not have chosen if we had a say.

These are the dynamics of livings, se la vie, such is the nature of life.

Our willingness to accept and meet those challenges is what allows us to remain in control even when the anguish is great.

Faith sustains hope, and being sustained, hope gives birth to love.

Love endures all things.

The courageous heart is the union of these three; it is their flower.

This is the essence of courage.

A courageous spirit bears fruit on every branch of a person’s life, informing all of their relationships, touching them with providence.

Courage has a magnetism, amplifying all of a person’s best traits, drawing the courage of others to itself, magnifying their strength and power as well, while at the same time repelling the traits that weaken us; fear and doubt, envy and malaise.

Be courageous, master the tensions that bind us, resolve conflict and overcome adversity.

Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Three, Loss and Discovery; Chapter Six, Finding

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Day 027, Saturday
January 27th, 2018

Chapter Six: Finding

Kathy stayed at her table. She sat by herself, alone in the crowd, concentrating on Jim.

She sensed a fragility in him she never had felt before, had never imagined was possible. With that, she felt it was an omen, a portent, indicating that life as she knew, all life on Earth was about to change.

She did not let go of him she sat there in the oppressive-ominous moment and did something she had never done before, she left the present, and began to open-up Jim’s past, tracking him back in time moment by moment like rewinding thread onto its spool, carefully laying every fraction of a millimeter, mindful of her obligation to lose nothing at all.

The present had always been easy for her to see. Her own past was open to her like a billion volumes of narrative history. Even her genetic memory spoke to her in ways that it spoke to no-other, but she had never looked into the real-past of another individual.

It was fascinating, not only because the subject was Jim, a person she had never before been able to penetrate, it was fascinating because it opened a new dimension, a dimension of time to her growing powers and awareness.

She was looking into the real past, not just the recollection of their past, the editorialized version of it that every human being walks around with. She was penetrating the objective reality of the individual experience that lay behind the narrative interpretation that every person processes every moment they are awake.

This was new, and it was exhilarating, it was Jim.

It was not a process that she could engage in, in no-time, not yet, she was rolling up the thread of his recent experience moment by moment. It was like watching a movie, and in that movie, in Jim’s experience, undergirding what he was seeing and feeling, was his self-narrative, and in that narrative Kathy was the star.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Three, Loss and Discovery; Chapter Five, Impressions

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Day 026, Friday
January 26th, 2018

Chapter Five: Impressions

Kathy could not shake the feeling that Jim had wanted to tell her something. It grew in her.

It was oppressive.

Hours passed, and that feeling lingered, it was like a stone laid across her chest, pushing the air out of her. It was like a heavy smoke, thick and oily that filled her lungs.

The despair was so strong in him, it was like a vacuum. She found it difficult to breathe.

She mustered all of her mental resources, her deep training, and the comfort of the ancestral voices within her, so that she could stay in the moment and not flee.

Kathy was never the type to run from anything.

She had a poised and practiced patience that was equal to the greatest mystics the world had ever known. This is not to say that the task of remaining calm in the midst of strong emotions did not require work, it did, it took work, but Kathy had never failed to live up to the challenge.

In that moment she discovered something new.

Kathy had always been able to link her mind to that of another person; to read their thoughts, to be one with them, see through their eyes, feel what they feel; to be in their present as if there were no distance between herself and the self of the other.

This was possible because in reality there was no distance between the selves of individuals. She knew this to be true, even while neuro-physicists were still working out the possible mechanics of this reality. The quantum mechanics of the electromagnetic field made this so.

All of space and time were interconnected, it was called entanglement, in the entangled reality of consciousness there was no distance between one person and the next. The truth of this is what made Kathy’s gifts possible. This reality was what explained all so-called “psychic” phenomenon.

What differentiated Kathy from every other human being that had come before her, was the architecture of her brain, and the fact that she had a greater concentration of certain nano-particles floating like free radicals through her cerebellum. This gave her a better “antenna,” better by an order of magnitude, than any other person in human history.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Three, Loss and Discovery; Chapter Four, Unrequited

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Day 025, Thursday
January 25th, 2018

Chapter Four: Unrequited

Jim left a pen behind. He always left something; as if they were little presents just for her.

Kathy stared at the pen, imagining it with all the other things of his she had collected over the years, reassembling them in her mind into an image of him and his personage.

It was as if she were constructing a golem made piece by piece from things he had discarded.

She had always believed that these little items, a pen, a book of matches, a handkerchief, what have you, she had always believed that they told her something about him. As if she could peer into his character through the artifacts, and see the things lying there that she was able to see so clearly in anyone else, but had always remained hidden in Jim.

She thought that each little token might contain a message for her. She was not willing to dispense with this idea, but as she looked at the pen she had another thought, that all of items left by him and gathered by her, that they had no meaning at all, they were just trash. Things Jim had discarded as if they were nothing.

She had the sense that he had now discarded her, had discarded the Earth itself, and was about to throw away his life, dispensing with the world altogether.

Even as Kathy thought these things she knew that she was being morbid. She was getting sucked up into Jim’s despair, she was despairing with him.

Within all of that muck, she also saw that there was purpose and intention in everything Jim was doing. There was something going on aside from the grim fatality that she sensed from him regarding humanity, and the world itself.

Kathy felt as if she had a part to play.

It was a mystery.

The wheels in her head were turning independently, attempting to resolve the riddle.

She sat in silence and allowed her unique gifts to manifest, she contemplated every interaction she had ever had with the most mysterious man she had ever known.

It would take time.

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