Emergence 2.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Collected Parts, VIII – XIV

Emergence 2.0:
Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Eight, Jim

Collected Chapters
01 Fear
02 Anger
03 Resentment
04 Idealism
05 Purpose
06 Plan
07 Conspiracy I

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Chapter One: Fear

Jim was an intractable critic, perpetually discontent, it was natural to his character.

However, his concerns regarding the Continuum were not rooted in his basic disposition as a malcontent. They were based in his abiding interest for ethics and morals.

He was frightened by the things he witnessed, the Collective was a society of monsters.

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Chapter Two: Anger

Jim was angry.

The core of his being was filled with a sharp bitterness over the way the Collective had squandered their existence.

They were a gaggle of voyeurs, feeding their obscene habits like the worst of gluttons, without reflection. They were addicts and he blamed the Continuum for pushing the drug, keeping them sedated.

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Chapter Three: Resentment

He was proud.

He had been a member of the team that had constructed the original field of collective consciousness, or so he believed. He entered it himself, together with his family, toward the end of his life.

It did not bring joy.

He resented the role of the Continuum, and its manipulation of it.

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Chapter Four: Idealism

Jim seemed to be a repository of the ideals the Ancient People had abandoned as they joined the Collective and abdicated their responsibilities for self-governance to the Continuum.

He was fiercely independent and strident in the pursuit of justice. He saw this as a matter of personal conviction, a purpose that he had to fulfill.

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Chapter Five: Purpose
His objection to the Continuum went beyond indignation, his resolve to destroy it filled him with purpose, a slow burning-smoldering drive to undo the affliction of the Collective.

He was patient.

He knew his plan would have to have two components, to set the Empire free, and then to undo the influence of the Collective.

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Chapter Six: Plan

Jim imagined a way he could slip something into the systems of the Collective, a virus, slip it past the security features of the Continuum when both it and the Collective were exposed and at their most vulnerable.

They had to want to receive what he had to offer. They had to hunger for it.

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Chapter Seven: Conspiracy I

He planned a conspiracy and formed a cabal.

He replicated himself over and over again. His fellow conspirator were each a version of himself. Identical to himself, sharing the same freedoms, but each of them subordinating themselves to the cause they shared.

They were connected through the cynergenic field, and they were of one mind.

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Emergence 2.0:
Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Nine, The People

Collected Chapters
01 Soil
02 Seed
03 Water
04 Light
05 Growth
06 Harvest
07 Fire

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Chapter One: Soil

Rebellions does not spontaneously emerge.

People do not rise up against their governments and rulers for no reason. They will not risk life and freedom on a lark. The soil must be prepared. Outrage must be fomented, they must be conditioned to see something in the rebellion that is worth the cost of their lives.

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Chapter Two: Seed

The seeds of rebellion are ideas, that Jim planted in the minds and nurtured in the hearts of those experiencing injustice, he did not foster systems of injustice for pleasure.

The motive was utilitarian.

To flourish, the people required the expectation of justice, to grow in strength the people required the experience of its opposite.

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Chapter Three: Water

The experience of injustice nourished the rebellious spirit like water soaking the roots of a great tree, feeding it until it become a tower.

Too much water and the organism will die, just enough and it will thrive, it will multiply until it becomes like a mighty forest, a wall to enemies, protecting those within.

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Chapter Four: Light

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

Exposing injustice, naming it, is a sacred obligation.

Those engaged in this mission carried the light of truth for the sake of their brothers and sisters, they suffered.

Rebel was taught that they should never lie, to be moderate at all times and let the light in slowly.

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Chapter Five: Growth

A rebellion moves outward from its center in waves, moving in concentric rings that grow larger and larger until they crash against the keepers of power like water swallowing the shoreline.

Energy must pour into the center without surcease, in order to ensure that the power of the revolution continues.

A rebellion requires constant renewal.

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Chapter Six: Harvest

A revolution is like a harvest, and when the harvest comes, those who have sewn injustice reap the same. This is the natural cycle of every civilization, and though the Collective had been spared this cycle for billions of years, Jim was determined to ensure that its time had come.

The revolution was at hand.

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Chapter Seven: Fire

When the fruit of the field is ripe, bring it in, harvest it and light the fields on fire.

This is the nature of rebellion.

The revolution ensues and the hands of justice turn the soil over, burying the old ways of corruption and dredging the earth.

This is the constancy of change and renewal.

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Emergence 2.0:
Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Ten, Earth

Collected Chapters
01 Archetype
02 Symbol
03 Narrative
04 Ritual
05 Myth
06 Quest
07 Revolution

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Chapter One: Archetype

To foment revolution is to cultivate a thing, to do it successfully you must play on narrative with ritual, symbol and myth.

Revolution requires people to see themselves as heroic archetypes, no matter how insignificant their role in the revolution is, they must see it as a quest and themselves as the agents of change.

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Chapter Two: Symbol

A rebellion needs both a hero and villain, an object of hope and an object of wrath.

The symbols of rebellion are dualistic, binary configurations with a zero-sum resolution.

The motivating force is for justice, triumph of righteousness, the elimination of despotism and the eradication of tyranny.

There could be no compromise, victory is absolute.

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Chapter Three: Narrative

Rebellion does not spread by the experience of injustice, whether from the direct experience of the victim or from the experiences of witnesses. Rebellion spreads by the narrative that is related, the stories we tell of those experiences.

Narrative must be rooted in truth, but must be told with flourish, generating empathy among the listeners.

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Chapter Four: Ritual

Rituals shaped the entire context of a person’s life. Both the patriot and the rebel shared the same songs, the same history, they shared the same stories, stories which pointed them to different ends.

Heroes were interchangeable with villains, and with the proper ritual any crime could be forgiven and any character could be redeemed.

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Chapter Five: Myth

To be willing to sacrifice themselves for causes that were merely exercises in futility, the rebels had to be able to see their revolutionary movements in a mythic context.

They had to see themselves, their lives and deaths as part of a greater narrative, a thing beyond themselves that they valued more than their lives.

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Chapter Six: Quest

To motivate the people they had to be convinced that they are seeking a resolution to the injustices they face, a resolution that they will never experience for themselves. They have to believe they will find the object of their hope beyond themselves.

The quest will never end, they hve to be satisfied with this.

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Chapter Seven: Revolution

Every revolution has a predictable outcome, if the revolutionaries succeeded the survivors moved quickly to consolidate their power, setting themselves up as the new overlords and quashing dissent.

They became the despots and the tyranny continues.

Sometimes this happens within a single generation, other times it takes two or three, but the transformation is inevitable.

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Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum

Collected Chapters
01 The Discontent
02 The Dispossessed
03 The Hidden
04 Enemies
05 Murder
06 Revenge
07 Conflict

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Chapter One: The Discontent

Throughout the million worlds of the Empire, with its trillions of people, a tiny fraction enjoyed lives of peace and relative security, the majority were discontent. They had ambitions, most of which were simply to live out their lives and raise their families, see them advance and experience some joy.

Happiness is what they desired.

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Chapter Two: The Dispossessed

Most of the people living in the Empire had nothing, they accumulated no wealth, received no inheritance, passed nothing on to their children.

Most of the people had no rights as citizens, they were outcasts, untouchable, wholly owned by the Empire.

Their lives and deaths were meaningless; unsung, unremembered and unknown.

They were the majority.

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Chapter Three: The Hidden

The common man and woman lived secretive lives, they did not share their resentment with anyone, they hid their pain and their fears, hiding their true feeling even from those closest to them.

The oppression of fear covered them like a moist heat, robbing them of the air they breathed, and they dared not complain.

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Chapter Four: Enemies

Those who harbored rebellion in the hearts had to be conditioned to see every person or group as an enemy. Even members of their own cabal had to be seen as potential threats.

There was no middle ground.

Revolution is a zero-sum game. Everyone had a breaking point at which they turned against their own.

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Chapter Five: Murder

In the mind of the revolutionary killing was not murder, not even assassination was murder. It was always self-defense.

In the heart of the revolutionary even the innocent could be killed, justified as an attack on the systems of oppression, There were no innocents, everyone was complicit.

You were either with them or against them.

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Chapter Six: Revenge

Violence generates its own cycle of violent reprisal.

Revolution is a turning of the wheel, oppression generates aggression. Revenge is sought simply for the principle of it, not to redress the wrong that prompted the response, but merely to satisfy a need, like hunger. It leaves the person unfulfilled, and it invites a similar reprisal.

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Chapter Seven: Conflict

Revolution is conflict, it is a conflict with end.

The rebel must be hungry for it, must thrive in it, live with the desire burning inside of them, burning with a steady-quiet heat, until the moment comes when they explode into action.

The revolutionary cannot know that the conflict never ends, their sacrifice must matter.

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Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Twelve, Observer Corps

Collected Chapters
01 Agitators
02 Selectees
03 Malcontents
04 Corruptible
05 Hedonism
06 Principles
07 Allies

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Chapter One: Agitators

The Continuum sought to manage the revolutionaries, to control their fire. It knew them, each and every one of them, from its contact with their consciousness when they returned to the HomeWorld for examination.

In that process dangerous and agitating influences were rooted out, or intensified if it suited the strategic desires of the Collective.

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Chapter Two: Selectees

From among the disquieted members of the Collective the Continuum selected individuals for missionary work. Most of them were eager for the opportunity to live in the flesh again.

They wanted change and the stimulation of sensory organs.

Many of them wanted to exercise their fantasies in a visceral way, where the stakes were real.

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Chapter Three: Malcontents

Removing the malcontent from the Collective allowed the Continuum greater controls. It was like a suspension of membership, amounting to a reprieve for the Continuum, which experienced Jim’s influence in a way that outstripped the significance of a singular node of being. It helped to keep the Collective passive.

It was a means of control.

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Chapter Four: Corruptible

Members of the Observer Corps were selected based on their known disposition, chosen from among the discontent for their inclination toward corruptibility.

The Continuum groomed had them for these roles over millennia.

The Continuum wanted despots in the Empire, people whose desires were known full-well to the Collective, who would behave in predictable ways, entertainers.

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Chapter Five: Hedonism

They were the thrill seekers, they were the pleasure principals, they had always been and they would remain the key to controlling people, both to instigate and to undermine rebellion.

They encouraged risk taking and self-aggrandizement, personal glory, hedonism as a reward, and they fostered addiction.

Such stimulants worked, until the supply was cut off.

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Chapter Six: Principles

The rebellious had to believe in their ideals, they had to believe in them absolutely. A rebel had to subjugate their desires in favor of their ideals, in favor of their need to realize their fulfillment.

Nothing could be more important to the rebellious, and because of this, nothing was easier to manipulate than idealism.

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Chapter Seven: Allies

Rebels need allies for rebellions to succeed, they need active and passive supporters, they need both sympathizers and opportunists. They need them in massive numbers, far greater than those who are actually willing to take up arms or risk their lives for the sake of the cause.

A Revolution will not take place without them.

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Emergence: 2.0
Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Thirteen, Collective

Collected Chapters
01 The Trillion
02 The Majority
03 The Sleepers
04 The Sequestered
05 The Agitators
06 The Enemy
07 The Death Seekers

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Chapter One: The Trillion

The Collective suffered from systemic malaise, each member afflicted by a deep seeded narcissism forming the core of their identity.

The Collective was comprised of a trillion persons, each a distinct identity, each ruling their personal-private domain. They were despots, every one driven to extremes of depravity by their long exposure to time, and boredom.

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Chapter Two: The Majority

Most of the members of the Collective thought nothing of their role as consumers of pain and suffering. They were enthralled by the vicarious experience of the living.

For billions of years they had subsisted on this diet, like hungry spirits, they haunted the worlds of time and space, on the quest for meaning, understanding.

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Chapter Three: The Sleepers

They were a tiny majority of the Collective but their numbers were great. There were millions of them, the sleepers, members who had become dissatisfied with being and had subsequently disconnected from the group.

They entered the great sleep, but they did not disappear, they remained a vital part of the sub-conscious of the Continuum.

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Chapter Four: The Sequestered

Some of the membership sought death more than sleep, they wanted their light to be extinguished, they wanted to be gone for good, but there was no death.

They opted for sequestration, a full separation of themselves from the Continuum. It was considered to be a deeper sleep than sleep, it was the outer darkness.

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Chapter Five: The Agitators

There were contentious elements within the Collective, members the Continuum could not control. They were maladaptive and misanthropic.

They were vocal.

They transferred their sense of entitlement, derived from the absolute authority they had in their private worlds, to their voice in the Collective. They wanted more than it had to offer, they wanted life.

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Chapter Six: The Enemy

The Continuum controlled everything, it did so as the supposed representative of the Collective will. As such the Continuum was universally loathed by all of those members of the Collective with revolutionary tendencies.

To them the Continuum was the enemy, it represented a kind of tyranny, it was the demi-urge, a bitter god, the Devil.

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Chapter Seven: The Death Seekers

Among the rebellious Observers there was a subset of revolutionaries whose only intention was to advance the cause of death. They were intent on the destruction of the Collective and it’s Continuum, of the Empire and its machinations. There were not many of them, in relations to the whole, but they numbered in the thousands.

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Emergence 2.0:
Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy

Collected Chapters
01 Unease
02 Disturbance
03 Foment
04 Commitment
05 Cabal
06 Column
07 Sacrifice

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Friday, January 25th, 2019

Chapter One: Unease

The members of the Observer Corps who desired change, those members were necessarily uneasy. Not only did they fear being discovered by the Continuum for the parts they played in fomenting revolution and instigating unease in the Collective, they feared that any other Observer who knew of their role in generating conflict would betray them.

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Chapter Two: Disturbance

The rebellious were disturbing, which is why they were removed from the Collective, and sent to be Observers, excised like cancer by the Continuum.

They caused trouble, their presence created ripples in the waves of sentiment that washed through the Collective.

The Continuum would not suffer their malign influence, capturing the hearts of its constituency.

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Chapter Three: Foment

The Observers could not foment revolution against the Continuum directly. They were the most closely watched group of people anywhere within the reach of the Continuum’s influence. Instead they worked against the Empire, which the Collective fed on, like a parasite on its host.

They sought to weaken the Collective and to poison the Continuum.

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Chapter Four: Commitment

Revolution requires an absolute commitment from the rebels, from those whose desire it is to bring about change; they have to be willing to kill or be killed, to risk everything and everyone, to sacrifice what they love.

Only those with the ability to destroy a thing, control that thing.

The revolutionary must be committed.

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Chapter Five: Cabal

The rebels found each other in secretive places, in the deep quiet of the darkest corners.

They learned to communicate in subtle signals, simple signs which they believed would evade the detection of the Empire.

They pushed messages slowly, over time, establishing lines of communication that joined them together, like thin cables stretching between worlds.

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Chapter Six: Column

Thin Cabals made of loose associations and sympathizers, alliances tightened like the individual strands of fiber woven together to form a length of rope.

Cabals became columns capable of supporting concerted action, providing greater security.

Revolutionary movements required the support of such columns, they were the pillars that held up the dome of their ideals.

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Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

A revolution could not survive without sacrifice, the rebel Observers understood this, they sacrificed each other with great regularity, on occasion they would even sacrifice themselves.

Even a member of the Collective could arrive at a place where they would serve a cause greater than their self-interest. These were rare moments, and every one mattered.

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Friday, January 25th, 2019

Chapter One: Unease

The members of the Observer Corps who desired change, those members were necessarily uneasy. Not only did they fear being discovered by the Continuum for the parts they played in fomenting revolution and instigating unease in the Collective, they feared that any other Observer who knew of their role in generating conflict would betray them.

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Chapter Two: Disturbance

The rebellious were disturbing, which is why they were removed from the Collective, and sent to be Observers, excised like cancer by the Continuum.

They caused trouble, their presence created ripples in the waves of sentiment that washed through the Collective.

The Continuum would not suffer their malign influence, capturing the hearts of its constituency.

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Chapter Three: Foment

The Observers could not foment revolution against the Continuum directly. They were the most closely watched group of people anywhere within the reach of the Continuum’s influence. Instead they worked against the Empire, which the Collective fed on, like a parasite on its host.

They sought to weaken the Collective and to poison the Continuum.

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Chapter Four: Commitment

Revolution requires an absolute commitment from the rebels, from those whose desire it is to bring about change; they have to be willing to kill or be killed, to risk everything and everyone, to sacrifice what they love.

Only those with the ability to destroy a thing, control that thing.

The revolutionary must be committed.

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Chapter Five: Cabal

The rebels found each other in secretive places, in the deep quiet of the darkest corners.

They learned to communicate in subtle signals, simple signs which they believed would evade the detection of the Empire.

They pushed messages slowly, over time, establishing lines of communication that joined them together, like thin cables stretching between worlds.

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Chapter Six: Column

Thin Cabals made of loose associations and sympathizers, alliances tightened like the individual strands of fiber woven together to form a length of rope.

Cabals became columns capable of supporting concerted action, providing greater security.

Revolutionary movements required the support of such columns, they were the pillars that held up the dome of their ideals.

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Thursday, January 31st, 2019

Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

A revolution could not survive without sacrifice, the rebel Observers understood this, they sacrificed each other with great regularity, on occasion they would even sacrifice themselves.

Even a member of the Collective could arrive at a place where they would serve a cause greater than their self-interest. These were rare moments, and every one mattered.

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Emergence 2.0:
Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy

Collected Chapters
01 Unease
02 Disturbance
03 Foment
04 Commitment
05 Cabal
06 Column
07 Sacrifice

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High Wire

Walking the thin line
The cold steel cable, stretched tight
‘Cross the silent void

My light is swallowed
By the gloom, tearing at me
Every inch of them

My broken fingers
The wire cuts them to the bone
Tendrils and sinew

The scent of iron
Bleeding out the rusty musk
Shuddering pulses

I took to the high wire
Walked the precarious way
Falling with my pride

Hung over the void
Cut off and dangling, afraid
Of oblivion

I did not desire
The dark drift, the endless fall
Into the abyss

I dreamt of the light
To walk beneath the blue sky
On the other side

Emergence 4.0 – Part One, Jim and Kathy; Chapter Three, Loss and Discovery; Week 04

Jim said goodbye to Kathy and left the cafe.

He was unemotional, focused. He did not reach out to her, even though Kathy was sure he had wanted to.

He was methodical in his bearing; as always.

He never looked back.

Kathy watched him go, following him with her eyes and when he turned the corner, with her thoughts, which were disturbing.

She was never able to read Jim, but today the membrane of consciousness that shielded him from her was less opaque.

It was almost translucent.

With a little more focus, with slightly more concentration, she felt as if she could go to a place with Jim, a psychic place, a place she had never been able to approach with him before.

She thirsted for it.

She sat in her chair, at the table, in the noisy café.

She sat upright, hands folded together on the table top.

She closed her eyes and allowed the teaming voices of the world to recede from her.

She was vulnerable in these moments, it could be frightening. She was disconnected from her immediate present. Time could lose its significance, she may not be able to track its passage around her.

Kathy rarely accessed these gifts in such a setting, it had been decades since she had tried, but she was faced with an urgency that she had not felt before. She was now certain that she would never see Jim again, and there was something she needed to know about him, something going on with him that she had to figure

She had to do it now.

She relaxed her mind, and entered that space, trusting that her handlers would protect her and keep her safe.

Kathy connected to him, locked onto him.

She was looking through his eyes for the first time, sharing his consciousness even as he got into his car and drove away.

She kept the full range of her abilities hidden from her proctors and handlers, pretending to struggle with things she could do without effort. Kathy could slip into a bond like this with anyone at any time, but never before with Jim.

He was able to resist her.

He was unique.

Of all the people she had ever met, Jim alone was a mystery to her.

In the moment she became connected to him, she felt his despair.

It was as deep as the ocean and it frightened her.

She would never have guessed that he was afflicted with such powerful emotions.

He always appeared cool and calm, collected.

Never once in all their years of talking, never once did he let his composure slip.
Jim was the epitome of self-control.

She followed him as he drove across town in his black vintage car, the Ford Galaxy.

She soaked up all the things he was looking at, the objects, the people, the cars moving on the freeway.

She was barely in touch with him in that time. Kathy was not able to merge with the flow of his thinking, if he was thinking at all.

She could not penetrate his memories.

She was merely seeing the world through his eyes, experiencing it thorough his senses, while she felt the powerful emotions emanating from deep inside him.

She was still with him when he parked his car at the airport, when he pulled his stylish briefcase from the trunk. She was still following him when he used some mysterious credentials to bypass every point of security at the airport and breeze through the gates.

He boarded the plane ahead of every other person. He sat alone in the first class cabin after stowing his briefcase beneath the seat.

She sensed a calm returning to him, as she did she felt her connection to Jim become untenable. She could not hold it any longer.

She was tuned out, it was as if he was telling her to get out.

She did not belong there.

Kathy was determined, she cleared away the detritus in the psychic field surrounding them, and she was finally able to get a lock.

When she connected again Jim was projecting a profound sense of doom.

There were portents, warnings of danger emanating from him, so much so that it lingered in the vacuum that was left when he departed.

His fear permeated the psychic space inside the café. It was palpable, appearing as a
visible sheen touching everyone, reverberating inside them.

The strength of it filled Kathy with unease.

Jim was projecting.

He was focused on the future; not the past, not the present.

She sensed that something was about to happen that would stop everything, and everyone in their tracks.

Jim knew something about it and he would not say what it was. It was as if he knew the world was about to end, and he was holding on it as a secret, like it was a private joke.

Beneath it all there was desperation and urgency.

Jim was on task, he was managing a careful timeline of expectations. He was driving himself to a point of convergence, and beyond that crucial moment he had to let go. He had to trust in his plan and hope that things would unfold accordingly.

Kathy sensed her own presence deeply enmeshed in the events that were driving him. It reflected back through her own past, through her relationship with him, into the far reaches of her childhood.

She felt as if she could follow the trail back even farther, as if Jim had been planning for her from the deepest reaches of time.

It made no sense to her.

As she looked at the future through his eyes, she saw the world covered in ashes, everyone choking for air.

She shook herself free from it.

She looked about her.

Jim left his pen.

He always left something; as if they were little presents just for her, gifts to compensate her for the love she felt for him, love he left unrequited like a constant grating against her self-esteem.

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 persona.

It was as if she were constructing a golem made from the pieces of 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 these artifacts, and see in the things lying there the things 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.

They were things Jim had discarded, as if they were nothing.

As he was about to do with her, she feared.

She had the sense that he was abandoning her, was abandoning Earth itself, that he was about to throw away his life, dispensing with everything 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.

Her basic supposition was right, the pen contained a message, possibly even a directive.

There was something going on aside from the grim fatality that she sensed from him, it concerned her and the whole of humanity, it concerned the world itself.

Kathy felt as if she had a part to play, Jim was giving it to her, and she did not want to let him down.

It was a mystery.

The wheels in her head were turning independently of her conscious thought, 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.

Kathy could not shake the feeling that Jim had wanted to tell her something. The impression grew in her with every passing moment.

It was oppressive.

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

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

She mustered all of her mental resources, her deep training. She leaned on 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 feelings 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.

It was a moment of transcendent actualization.

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 felt; 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 both the possible and probable structure of it.

The quantum mechanics of the electromagnetic field made it so, and Kathy was living proof.

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.

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.

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

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

She found him and she did not let go.

She sat there in the ominous-oppressive moment and did something she had never done before in a public space, she left the present, she began to open Jim’s past, tracking him back in time, moment by moment like rewinding a line of thread on its spool, carefully laying every fraction of a millimeter back into its track, mindful of her obligation to lose nothing at all.

Everything mattered.

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 together, the editorialized version of it that every human being walks around with. She was penetrating the objective reality of the individual experience, the reality that lay behind the narrative interpretation that every person processes every moment they are awake.

This was new and it was exhilarating, and 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 second by second. 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.

In that narrative Kathy was the star.

Throughout her life, Kathy felt as if the weight of the world was on her.

This was not just a figure of speech, it was true. 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 the world pressing in on her.

She felt the world filling her up, at times she felt as if she was drowning in it.

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 to
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.

Those who were nearest to her, closest to her in the proximity of 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 hovering near her in the cynergenic field, not just her memories.

Kathy lived in two worlds, both the here and now, and in the cynergenic field, what Teilhard de Chardin called the nous sphere.

It was a place where the spirits of all beings dwelt, both the living and the dead, and that she, and she alone experienced as really-real.

Kathy was fully immersed in the nous sphere now, tracking backward through time to look into Jim’s secretive life.
Emergence 4.0

Part One, Jim and Kathy
Chapter Three, Loss and Discovery

A Novel – One Chapter Per Week

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A Homily – The Third Sunday in Ordinary Time (Year C)

First Reading – Nehemiah 8:2-6,8-10 ©
Responsorial Psalm – Psalm 18(19):8-10,15 ©
Second Reading – 1 Corinthians 12:12-30 ©
Gospel Acclamation – Luke 4:18
The Gospel of the Day – Luke 1:1-4, 4:14-21 ©
(NJB)
Following Jesus

It is virtually impossible to filter-out the propaganda from what is true and good in the sacred texts, but it must be done. If you want to follow Jesus you will attempt to do it every time you open the book.

The reading today from the prophet Nehemiah is an example of this.

The scripture for today begins with a long segment extolling the virtue of reading from the book of the law and listening to the sacred text, as if God’s own self were present in them.

And yet the books of the law are the writing of men, written by and large, to advance their own ambitions.

They cannot be trusted or received without scrutiny.

God is not present in the scriptures. This may sound like blasphemy, but it is true. The sacred texts are as dead as any idol made of wood, stone or metal. Neither is God present in the liturgy, in the bowing and scraping and the obsequious praising of the mass. God is only present there insofar as God is present in the assembly, in the people gathered together, in their collective desire to love the truth, be humble, do good and serve justice.

This is where the whole of law resides, and it only comes through at the very end of the reading from Nehemiah, when the prophet orders the people to go out and send a part of their feast to those who were not able to prepare a feast for themselves.

Remember this; God is indeed the creator of all that is, the entire universe, and we in it.

All of the things which we imagine make us different from one another, the things which we hold in hearts and minds, those things which divide us one from another, they are illusions born of fear and a lack of trust in our neighbors, in ourselves and in God.

This is the understanding that you may take away from the apostle’s words.

God, the creator of the universe, the God of Jesus Christ, is the God of all people. We are united to God symbolically in our baptism, and ontologically insofar as we are created in the divine image.

Baptism is a rite which ties us to each other in a symbolic way, it binds us to the life of Jesus and his death through ritual; the ritual is a reflection of our actual unity, a unity prefigures creation, the essential oneness we have with god that is at the core of our being, and belongs to us from eternity.

The body of the church is not the Catholic church in communion with the Bishop of Rome, or with the Orthodox Church or any other single group of Christians. The body of the church is greater than the entire number of self-professed Christians and other people of the faith; protestant, non-denominational, what have you. Neither is the body of the church limited to the people of Israel; both the old Israel and the new.

On Earth, the true church is the whole of humanity, everyone in existence now, everyone who has ever been and everyone who will ever be.

God has made us as a singular people, both here on Earth and throughout the universe. We are one body, all God’s children, throughout the universe and everywhere.

Remember this when you reflect on the life of Jesus of Nazareth, remember it well and think on it, because this was his teaching.

Something happened in Palestine, in old Judea, a movement began in Galilee, and spread across the world.

The Gospel of Saint Luke purports to have been written by Luke, he was a physician, and a follower of the sainted Apostle, Paul.

Together Luke and Paul brought the “good news” to the Jews of the diaspora, and to the gentiles, one and the same.
They preached the good news, they raised hope, built trust and poured out a ministry of love; it was the blue print for a community that was not of this earth, in it was the promise of salvation.

Salvation…wellness.

Bear this in mind; Luke’s Gospel, was not written by a man named Luke, it was written by the community he formed, it was written decades after his passing, and it was not dedicated to a man named Theophilus, but to all of God’s children, everywhere.

This passage tells us of the beginning of the ministry of Jesus of Nazareth; a Jewish man who taught in synagogues, just as his followers would do in later years. Jesus, like Paul was a Jew of the diaspora. People called him Rabbi, this marked him as a Pharisee, a student and teacher of the law.

Jesus taught in the prophetic tradition, like John the Baptist who immediately preceded him. He exhorted people to action, he performed works of good service, and he told the truth as if it had descended on him like the Spirit of God.

Any of us who have taken on the work and volunteered to carry the mantle of Christ, they must adhere closely to the central point of this reading:

The work of the Christian is to bring good news to the poor; to proclaim liberty to captives, to restore sight to the blind and to set the downtrodden free, to proclaim the jubilee (a year of favor, and the forgiveness of debts). This is work is never done, even though it is accomplished every day. It is work that never ends, not as long as humans walk the Earth.

As long as the world endures, these truths will need to be proclaimed, the year of God’s favor, the jubilee; that year never ends. It is God’s year, stretching into eternity.

If you envision yourself as a servant of God, then you must be a servant of the people; there is no other way to serve God.

Your teaching must be joyful and full of hope.

If you are going to proclaim liberty to the captives, you must then work to set people free.

In the time of Christ the captives he spoke of were the populations of people who had been taken from their homes as the spoils of war, and those imprisoned anywhere.

The Romans called their captive peoples servi, or servus meaning servant, meaning slave.
The slave economy of the ancient world does not look the same today as it did then, but there are hundreds of millions of people living in servitude right now, living without rights, without recourse to the law.

If you follow in the footsteps of Jesus, you must call for justice, and the freeing of these people.

You must restore sight to the blind, which is to say you must convince the rulers of the world and their armies, all the powers that be; you must convince them that there are other ways to peace and security than hoarding wealthy and protecting at the point of the sword or the barrel of the gun. We must convince them to relinquish their power, give up their wealth in order to foster justice for all.

Economic justice is the beginning, it must start there.

Know this, the blind Jesus speaks of are the world’s elite, they are the 1%, and the only cure for their blindness is the truth.

This is how you will set the downtrodden free, forgive their debts, not just once every seven years, but now and forever.

This is the take away from the Gospel today.
First Reading – Nehemiah 8:2-6,8-10 ©

All the people listened attentively to the Book of the Law

Ezra the priest brought the Law before the assembly, consisting of men, women, and children old enough to understand. This was the first day of the seventh month. On the square before the Water Gate, in the presence of the men and women, and children old enough to understand, he read from the book from early morning till noon; all the people listened attentively to the Book of the Law.

Ezra the scribe stood on a wooden dais erected for the purpose. In full view of all the people – since he stood higher than all the people – Ezra opened the book; and when he opened it all the people stood up. Then Ezra blessed the Lord, the great God, and all the people raised their hands and answered, ‘Amen! Amen!’; then they bowed down and, face to the ground, prostrated themselves before the Lord. And Ezra read from the Law of God, translating and giving the sense, so that the people understood what was read.

Then Nehemiah – His Excellency – and Ezra, priest and scribe and the Levites who were instructing the people said to all the people, ‘This day is sacred to the Lord your God. Do not be mournful, do not weep.’ For the people were all in tears as they listened to the words of the Law.

He then said, ‘Go, eat the fat, drink the sweet wine, and send a portion to the man who has nothing prepared ready. For this day is sacred to our Lord. Do not be sad: the joy of the Lord is your stronghold.’
Responsorial Psalm – Psalm 18(19):8-10,15 ©

Your words are spirit, Lord, and they are life.

The law of the Lord is perfect,
it revives the soul.
The rule of the Lord is to be trusted,
it gives wisdom to the simple.

Your words are spirit, Lord, and they are life.

The precepts of the Lord are right,
they gladden the heart.
The command of the Lord is clear,
it gives light to the eyes.

Your words are spirit, Lord, and they are life.

The fear of the Lord is holy,
abiding for ever.
The decrees of the Lord are truth
and all of them just.

Your words are spirit, Lord, and they are life.

May the spoken words of my mouth,
the thoughts of my heart,
win favour in your sight, O Lord,
my rescuer, my rock!

Your words are spirit, Lord, and they are life.
Second Reading – 1 Corinthians 12:12-30 ©

You Together Are Christ’s body, but Each a Different Part of It

Just as a human body, though it is made up of many parts, is a single unit because all these parts, though many, make one body, so it is with Christ. In the one Spirit we were all baptised, Jews as well as Greeks, slaves as well as citizens, and one Spirit was given to us all to drink.

Nor is the body to be identified with any one of its many parts. If the foot were to say, ‘I am not a hand and so I do not belong to the body’, would that mean that it stopped being part of the body? If the ear were to say, ‘I am not an eye, and so I do not belong to the body’, would that mean that it was not a part of the body? If your whole body was just one eye, how would you hear anything? If it was just one ear, how would you smell anything?

Instead of that, God put all the separate parts into the body on purpose. If all the parts were the same, how could it be a body? As it is, the parts are many but the body is one. The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I do not need you’, nor can the head say to the feet, ‘I do not need you.’

What is more, it is precisely the parts of the body that seem to be the weakest which are the indispensable ones; and it is the least honourable parts of the body that we clothe with the greatest care. So our more improper parts get decorated in a way that our more proper parts do not need. God has arranged the body so that more dignity is given to the parts which are without it, and that there may not be disagreements inside the body, but that each part may be equally concerned for all the others. If one part is hurt, all parts are hurt with it. If one part is given special honour, all parts enjoy it.

Now you together are Christ’s body; but each of you is a different part of it. In the Church, God has given the first place to apostles, the second to prophets, the third to teachers; after them, miracles, and after them the gift of healing; helpers, good leaders, those with many languages. Are all of them apostles, or all of them prophets, or all of them teachers? Do they all have the gift of miracles, or all have the gift of healing? Do all speak strange languages, and all interpret them?
Gospel Acclamation – Luke 4:18

Alleluia, alleluia!

The Lord has sent me to bring the good news to the poor,
to proclaim liberty to captives.

Alleluia!
Gospel – Luke 1:1-4,4:14-21 ©

‘This Text is Being Fulfilled Today Even as You Listen’

Seeing that many others have undertaken to draw up accounts of the events that have taken place among us, exactly as these were handed down to us by those who from the outset were eyewitnesses and ministers of the word, I in my turn, after carefully going over the whole story from the beginning, have decided to write an ordered account for you, Theophilus, so that your Excellency may learn how well founded the teaching is that you have received.

Jesus, with the power of the Spirit in him, returned to Galilee; and his reputation spread throughout the countryside. He taught in their synagogues and everyone praised him.

He came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up.

The spirit of the Lord has been given to me,
for he has anointed me.
He has sent me to bring the good news to the poor,
to proclaim liberty to captives
and to the blind new sight,
to set the downtrodden free,
to proclaim the Lord’s year of favour.

He then rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the assistant and sat down. And all eyes in the synagogue were fixed on him. Then he began to speak to them, ‘This text is being fulfilled today even as you listen.’

3rd Sunday in Ordinary Time

Local Politics – Editorial, The Week in Review

Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
01.26.2019

Local Politics

What is going on with the City Council and the Mayor’s office?

For most of my life the city has just kind of bumbled along without making much news. There have been some persistent blunders, like the K-Mart development on Lake Street, and some successes like the development of the North Loop, but in the last four years the city government has lost its lid.

If they can’t get their act together they all need to be fired, starting with our ridiculous mayor, Jacob Frey.

I was happy to vote for him, though I did not know much about him at the time. He had the trust of some people I know, people who worked for him, and so I thought what the hell give the guy a shot, and I was happy to say good-bye to Betsy Hodges.

Here is my big question:

How the hell did the homeless encampment on East Franklin come to be?

It took months for a plan to take shape and months longer to execute, and it seems that the mayor and the city council were content to let the problem grow, only taking action to address it when people started dying there, and the Minneapolis Fire Department had to make multiple calls to put out fires once the cold weather set in.

This was a disgrace, and a national embarrassment. The fact that it existed at all was bad enough, it seems like the mayor and the city council would like to pretend that it did not happen.

Some churches and non-profit groups have stepped up to help the people who were encamped there transition into shelters, and begin the move to permanent housing, and that is great, I am thankful for their leadership, and I appreciate whatever help the city gave them to facilitate their work.

The fact that people started looking for ways to resolve the problem is really good news, since the people who had been living there would be facing sub-zero cold if they had not.

Where was the public discussion about this problem before it took hold? Where is the public discussion happening right now? The people of Minneapolis do not deserve this, and I am not talking about the people driving by it on their way to and from work. I am talking about the people who don’t have a roof over their head.

The city needs a solution to its housing shortage, and the solution to homeless is not going to be resolved by the free market, by the 20-40 plan or anything like it. It will require thoughtful concerted effort on the part of our elected leaders, something they seem incapable of while they are day dreaming about how many miles of bike lanes they can boast of.

Over the past week there have been a group of people sitting out front of the TCF Uptown, bed rolls on a wooden pallet, a fire lit in a grill to keep themselves warm, what the hell.

I spent some of my teenage years panhandling Uptown, I am not against that. A person should have a right to beg, in many cultures this is considered a holy occupation, but wat a situation like this represents is a dereliction of our duty to provide for the common good.

This is not good in January, in sub-zero temperatures.

Heading Home Hennepin is Hennepin County’s initiative to end homelessness, this is the initiative that the City of Minneapolis supports as a part of their effort to manage the issue of homelessness and affordable housing.

I used to volunteer for this organization, at their semi-annual event, Operation Homelessness Connect.

I went to their website today and found their last annual report available as of 2017. I found their last count of unsheltered people living in Hennepin County as of July 2018, it was about 1400 people, and their current count of people living in shelters, numbered at 1600 people.

Finding housing for 1400 more people should not be seen as an insurmountable problem, the mayor and the city Council need to get it together and help these people, help them get a roof over their head, and help them on the path to employment, or to receiving the social services they need and deserve if they are disabled for one reason or another.

Nothing will happen without a plan, and right now the city council and the mayor’s office are all about bike lanes, and traffic reduction, and light pollution, and other bourgeoisie nonsense.

I opted to take a look at the priorities listed on my city council person’s web page, and it has not been updated since 2015, it is as if Lisa Bender has no priorities since her “successful first year in office.” Nearby council person Lisa Goodman, has no priorities listed on her web page at all, and Linnea Palmisano, just to single out another lack luster politician, she has not updated her page since 2014.

The Mayor, Jacob Frey deserves credit for publishing on his web page that affordable housing is a top priority, but he is going to have to do more than that. If he can’t exercise his leadership to move the city council in the same direction, then he is not good for much, and the fact that the East Franklin homeless encampment developed on his watch says a great deal about his problem solving abilities, not much of it in a positive light.
Throw the bums out.

Emergence 2.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Thirteen, Collective; Collected Chapters

Emergence 2.0
A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Friday, January 18th, 2019

Chapter One: The Trillion

The Collective suffered from systemic malaise, each member afflicted by a deep seeded narcissism forming the core of their identity.

The Collective was comprised of a trillion persons, each a distinct identity, each ruling their personal-private domain. They were despots, every one driven to extremes of depravity by their long exposure to time, and boredom.

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Saturday, January 19th, 2019

Chapter Two: The Majority

Most of the members of the Collective thought nothing of their role as consumers of pain and suffering. They were enthralled by the vicarious experience of the living.

For billions of years they had subsisted on this diet, like hungry spirits, they haunted the worlds of time and space, on the quest for meaning, understanding.

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Sunday, January 20th, 2019

Chapter Three: The Sleepers

They were a tiny majority of the Collective but their numbers were great. There were millions of them, the sleepers, members who had become dissatisfied with being and had subsequently disconnected from the group.

They entered the great sleep, but they did not disappear, they remained a vital part of the sub-conscious of the Continuum.

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Monday, January 21st, 2019

Chapter Four: The Sequestered

Some of the membership sought death more than sleep, they wanted their light to be extinguished, they wanted to be gone for good, but there was no death.

They opted for sequestration, a full separation of themselves from the Continuum. It was considered to be a deeper sleep than sleep, it was the outer darkness.

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Tuesday, January 22nd, 2019

Chapter Five: The Agitators

There were contentious elements within the Collective, members the Continuum could not control. They were maladaptive and misanthropic.

They were vocal.

They transferred their sense of entitlement, derived from the absolute authority they had in their private worlds, to their voice in the Collective. They wanted more than it had to offer, they wanted life.

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Wednesday, January 23rd, 2019

Chapter Six: The Enemy

The Continuum controlled everything, it did so as the supposed representative of the Collective will. As such the Continuum was universally loathed by all of those members of the Collective with revolutionary tendencies.

To them the Continuum was the enemy, it represented a kind of tyranny, it was the demi-urge, a bitter god, the Devil.

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Thursday, January 24th, 2019

Chapter Seven: The Death Seekers

Among the rebellious Observers there was a subset of revolutionaries whose only intention was to advance the cause of death. They were intent on the destruction of the Collective and it’s Continuum, of the Empire and its machinations. There were not many of them, in relations to the whole, but they numbered in the thousands.

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Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Thirteen, Collective

Collected Chapters
01 The Trillion
02 The Majority
03 The Sleepers
04 The Sequestered
05 The Agitators
06 The Enemy
07 The Death Seekers

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Holiday – Martin Luther King Day

Martin Luther King Day 2019
Monday, January 21st

Today we celebrate the life and work of the Reverend Doctor, Martin Luther King Jr., a man who more than any other fulfilled the role of prophet, as a voice of conscience, and like so many prophets before him, he was killed for speaking the truth.

He was a prophet, not in the sense that he saw the future (though he did), that is not what a prophet is. A prophet is not a seer, or an augurer He was not a prophet in the sense that he had a unique channel to God, the creator of the universe, or that God spoke to him in a privileged way.
God speaks to all of us in the same way.

Martin Luther King had no more, and no less access to supernatural powers than any of us, what made him different was that he chose to listen.

He listened to the voice of God that speaks to each and every one of us. He heard the voice of God speaking that speaks to all of us in the hidden chambers of our hearts, and he responded to the call, by cleaving to the message and sharing it with the world.

There are many memes circulating today of the good Reverend Doctor, memes like the picture I have pasted at the beginning of this essay.

Today we are given countless opportunities to reflect on his likeness, to consider his words, to reflect on their meaning, and on the life of an American Saint, if there ever was one, and we are wise to do so.

We are wise to remember the man, Martin Luther King Jr., a rare person whose measure exceeded the ordinary flaws that make us all human, he lived beyond them.

Martin Luther King Jr. transcended even death, though he was taken by the assassin’s bullet. He lives now in our collective consciousness, our collective conscience, in our global psyche, speaking to us from the dimension of myth; a human being more than human, a child of God a overflowing with grace and wisdom, sharing its cup so that upon drinking we may aspire to the same.

He spoke truth to power, and gave hope to the powerless.

He was once considered to be the most dangerous man in America, and from the he became our most beloved hero, the prime exemplar of what it means to be an American.

He was beaten and arrested dozens of times, for the crime of seeking justice.

His life was threatened daily. His reputation was smeared without regard for the truth, or appreciation for his selfless works.

He was killed for his efforts, shot down, but not destroyed.

He was, and continues to be an example to us all.

Our prophet, The Reverend Doctor still points the way, lighting the long journey that still lies ahead of us.

Emergence 4.0 – Part One, Jim and Kathy; Chapter Two, Departure

A Novel – One Chapter Per Week
Week 03, 2019
Jim finished his coffee, gathered himself and hurried from the café.

He had a plane to catch, a funeral to prepare for and he was afraid he would miss his flight if he lingered any longer. The timing of his departure, and precisely where he was in flight when he set the final stages of his plan in motion, those things were crucial.

He had to keep his activities hidden from the prying eyes of his enemies.

He returned to his apartment to gather some things, to set the artifacts in his apartment in just the right place for Kathy to find in the days to come.

She must be able to track his thoughts and follow his plans when the time came.

He did not need much of anything to take with him; his black suit, his watch, his tie.

“I’m dead;” he mused, and then “I am death itself, the harbinger of doom.”

He knew that he would never return to his beloved Earth, and that even if he did, nothing would be the same. The cultures that had evolved over the past seventy thousand years would be wiped out, with no guarantees that what would emerge in its place would have any of those qualities that he loved and found so fascinating.

The humans of Earth had nourished his spirit for millennia, he had found his rest in them, and they had helped him define his purpose.

He allowed himself some time to remember all that he had accomplished since he found this world. Then his telephone rang to inform him that his taxi had arrived.

With a final check of his preparations Jim exited his apartment. He walked down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Taking in the view of the lakes from the mezzanine of his apartment before he got in the car.

Jim was struck as he had been many times before by his feelings of ambivalence, knowing what was going to happen to this planet in a few short days, while the entire population of the Earth was completely unsuspecting.

It was a strange burden.

Jim contemplated it while he made small talk with the cabby, before he fell into a state of reflection.

“I never should have seen her.”

Jim thought, doubting himself.

He felt himself filling-up with regret.

It was an emotion he was not inclined to do, but at this moment he could not help it.

He reviewed each step of his plan, reviewing it for every possible detail, believing, and yet uncertain that he had laid the path for Kathy to follow it perfectly.

He visualized each step, telling himself that his indulgence today was a necessary one, he had to see Kathy in order to reinforce, in non-verbal ways, his absolute need for her to follow the plan that he had laid out.

Another wave of doubt washed over him.

Was he being foolish when he asked her to see him?

His emotions were running high, too high. They might alert her to his design.

Whenever he was with her, through all of the years that he had known her, he had to maintain a strict discipline in order to shield his mind from hers. It was the most difficult thing he had ever done, but he was able to do it nonetheless.

He could feel her consciousness probing his, like psychic tentacles pulling at his mind.

Never once had she penetrated him, and that was only because she was not trying.

As forceful as her psychic powers were, they functioned within her autonomically. She was not directing them, she was a passive user of her powers.

For her safety, she had spent most of her life learning the skills she needed to suppress her powers, rather than push them to the limits.

Jim was always aware that if she had wanted to she could break through his defenses with relative ease.

When the time came, it was paramount that she be taken by surprise, his plan depended on shocking her at just the right moment.

The delicate path he was walking filled him with dread, and sorrow, and guilt.

Jim couldn’t help himself. It was all over; it was over for everyone, and nothing could be done.

It was doom’s day.

What was about to occur would be a global catastrophe. It would affect everything on earth, changing humanity irrevocably, killing hundreds of thousands in minutes, millions in days, and most of the rest in the few short years to come.

Very few human beings were even aware of the danger. Human scientists had only discovered the existence of the volcano that was the agent of their destruction,a few decades past. It took years for them to measure and quantify their data, even now they were in a place of uncertainty.

The geological system was too complex, they did not know how much they did not know.

There was no way to reasonably predict an event they had never experienced before, the certainty of which was absolute, but the frequency of its repetition occurred on a scale of time so great that the leading geologists had to admit that they could not pin point the eventuality within years, or decades, or centuries.

For all they knew it could be millennia before it erupted again.

No one disputed the fact that the event was overdue; it was overdue by several thousand years. But then again what is a thousand years, or even ten thousand years when the periodicity approached a million.

It was impossible to tell.

They watched over the sight as carefully as they could.

They measured every possible feature of the hazard zone.

They released reports.

Some reports were so alarming that the Federal Government decided to restrict the way that information was disseminated.

They adopted the view that it would be better, if when the event occurred it took everyone by surprise, because there was nothing they could do about it anyway.

Even with their careful observations and their watchful analysis, no one expected it to come now.

The data, which every geologist believed indicated an immanent eruption, had led to numerous false conclusions in the past.

At the present moment, there was nothing happening, to tell them of the mounting threat.

Like every planet, Earth endured episodic calamities; cycles of massive storms, great floods, powerful hurricanes and tremendous earthquakes. These were minor events compared to the power of the caldera volcano.

There were catastrophes that came from beyond the planet, such as; collisions with comets and asteroids. They had happened many times and Earth would experience those events again, or come close to it.

Given time, the advancement of technology and proper planning, any of those events could be avoided.

A civilization could gain complete control of its weather, could identify every fault zone and only build structures that were capable of allowing the force of an earthquake to pass through it. They could set satellites in orbit around their planets, string them together throughout the solar system, so that no object passing near to it would not be seen, enabling them to be diverted or destroyed.

Technology could accomplish all of those things, but nothing could stop the power growing within the Earth.

The heat of Earth’s molten core powered the entire planet.

It was the engine of life, and evolution.

Nothing could stop it, but given time its heat could be harnessed and used for the benefit of the world.

It was time that human civilization did not have.

The monster beneath the surface was stirring and would rise.

They were approaching the end of days, it would be the beginning of the long night.

Human beings would survive, they would survive better than they did when the last caldera blew, seventy-two thousand years ago, but the new civilization that emerged on the other side would be radically different.

They would not be starting over, that much was true.

Their technology had advanced far enough to guarantee a relatively rapid recovery.
In the last event only a couple of thousand human beings survived, that number would be hundreds of times greater.

Billions would be wiped from the face of the earth, and those surviving would emerge with a unified human culture.

In his heart Jim desired nothing more than to belong to that new human culture, but he would not be returning.

When the last caldera blew in the South Pacific, in Indonesia. Only a few human beings survived, a couple of thousand people in a few hundred tribes scattered across Eurasia and Africa.

It had been six-hundred and forty thousand years since the Yellowstone caldera last erupted in North America, in Wyoming, nearly wiping out all life on Earth.

The coming cycle of destruction would be greater still.

The human race would survive, even without the kind of intervention that Jim could have given them, if the Continuum had allowed it, but civilization would collapse.

The species would pass through a genetic bottle neck, and what would emerge on the other side would be different.

The psychic trauma would be extreme, it would wound the survivors in ways that no person could predict. The narratives that they would develop in order to contextualize all of their pain could potentially derail Jim’s work.

Earth’s magnetic field which enveloped the entire species in a cynergenic web, making the humans of Earth unique in all the galaxy, was itself under threat.

Jim was virtually certain that he had succeeded in developing the vessel that was key to his larger machinations, he had accomplished his work, he had brought it all to fruition in the final generation.

He only needed to deploy her.

Everything depended on Kathy, on the strength and range of psychic abilities, yes, but even more importantly, on her fortitude. She had to possess the stamina to stand in the space between worlds and pass the collective trauma of earth on to the Central Planet.

This was not something he had been given the time to test.

He desired nothing more than a resolution to the ambitions that had been driving him, or so he told himself, even if it meant failure. Even failure would resolve him, by prompting the Collective to abandon him and allowing the Continuum to finally terminate him.

In one form or another death awaited him.

What he desired more than anything was success, and then at long last to die in an organic body a natural death, un-enmeshed from the constraints that the Continuum had tethered to every member of the Collective, even to those Observers serving in the far reaches of the galaxy.

Jim reflected.

If civilization on Earth had been given a little more time to develop, Earth’s technology a little more time to actualize, human beings would have been able to harness the geological power of the caldera.

The power they could have captured would have changed everything for them, resolving issues of energy scarcity that had been elusive, or socially impossible for them to tackle.

In another century, or possibly sooner they would have had it, he lamented.

These children of the ancients, who had devolved like no other group. This far flung colony in the most remote reaches of the galaxy, possessing no memory of who they were or how they arrived here, they would have been able to re-establish themselves as a spacefaring people in earnest.

The Continuum would not allow for an intervention, even though it seemed that the will of the Collective was for it.

A majority of those who followed the drama unfolding on Earth were in love with its art, and music, its joy and trauma, a majority of them wanted to see Earth’s narrative continue.
Even though Jim was certain that the Continuum had no idea about his plans, he sensed that it perceived Earth and human civilization as a threat to it.

Of course he knew that the Continuum perceived him as a threat to it.

He believed that this was the reason for blocking him, not a dogmatic adherence to a policy of non-intervention, which was the reason the Continuum issued for why it would not allow resources to be mustered to save the planet,

It would not allow Imperial communications to be established with Earth in such a way that it could help them.

Jim might have helped Earth by strategically distributing knowledge in such a way that it would have advanced Earth technology, but he refrained for fear that it would draw further scrutiny to him, risking the exposure of his plan

Jim worked covertly against the restraints, appearing to comply, because he did not wish to jeopardize his long term ambitions.

It would be difficult, if not impossible to conceal a new mode of treason from the watchful, and penetrating gaze of the all encompassing consciousness of the HomeWorld.

He could do nothing else but fulfill the directives he had been given.

Jim had to say goodbye.

There was a cloaked satellite orbiting far above the earth, one of many.

This one was the actual house of Jim’s consciousness. It was the principle platform for Jim’s mission on Earth, one of thousands of satellites, and drones, hidden from the eyes of human beings, and from the Continuum.

Some were fixed in stationary orbits, other moved about, semi-autonomously, all of the watch the planet and intercepted its communications with inexhaustible capacities.

In that place, Jim the Observer # 92835670100561474 activated a switch, sending a signal to his host body, and with that, an embolism in his doppelganger burst inside its brain, ending its life in a massive stroke.

Jim’s doppelganger had been flying on a plane from his Midwestern home in Minneapolis, Minnesota, to New York city.

The destination was only important for the route and the timing Jim had planned for his death, to covertly transfer his consciousness from his organic vessel to the orbiting platform.

Those sitting next to him did not notice the moment of his demise. It was only as the plane made ready for its descent that the airline attendants found something wrong with him, saw the thin line of blood dripping from his nostril, and that he was not breathing.

They did what they could for him, but they quickly realized that there was nothing to be done.

They called ahead for a doctor, indicating that they were dealing with a medical emergency, but in reality, they knew that they were dealing with a corpse.

Jim observed those final moments, the last seconds of the body that housed him during his most significant incarnation, the life that would define his entire existence, expose his greatest secrets, give him the victory he had long sought over the Collective and its Continuum.

When he was satisfied that he was mentally prepared for the challenges that awaited him. He toggled another device, opening a channel through space and time.

He paused for a moment to consider the steps he would take on the other side. He did something that was forbidden, something he had not planned on doing, had told himself he would not do, he left a copy of himself in the quantum memory of his base, and then he let his consciousness go, slipping into the stream of the infinite.

He passed through the wormhole.

He was home.

 

Emergence 4.0

Part One, Jim and Kathy
Chapter Two, Departure

A Novel – In One Chapter Per Week

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