Emergence 4.0 – Part Five (a), Jim; Appendix, Chapter Five, Spymaster

Jim could not be everywhere.

He worked tirelessly through the agency of his replicants.

Even with his cadre of dopplegangers he frequently encountered the limits of what was possible for him to do.

The human population grew quickly, spreading throughout the world. Jim guided them to places where they could establish their villages, in areas where the electromagnetic fields were optimal for his research, where there was access to food and water, and where they would develop for the greatest length of time independent from one another.

Jim required autonomous population growth and cultural development to test his hypotheses.

He used his agency to establish networks around the world. He cultivated spies, informants and confessors in every tribe.

They were like spiders spinning. The people had different names for them, calling them priest, shaman, witch-doctor, prophet and oracle.

They were the officiants of the sacred rights.

They were his eyes and ears among the people.

They listened to and recorded everything the people said and did, keeping a special ear out for incidences of the paranormal and psychic intrusion.

They were indispensable to him.

Jim built a global system of interlocking cells.

Each web of spies served their own community first. They were tribalistic in the extreme, and conditioned to be xenophobic as the Continuum prescribed.

Each and every independent cell held allegiances to the people of their own tribe first, but at the highest levels they underwent initiations that opened-up their broader purpose.

They were initiated into the sacred mysteries which gave them a glimpse of the galaxy, of the Empire, of the great Collective Consciousness and the Continuum, which was the demi-urge at its heart.

In the shadows Jim cultivated a secret cabal, hostile to the Continuum, people who were conditioned to believe that their sacred mission was to prepare the world for the inevitable encroachment of the Empire.

Unity would be required of the people of Earth if they were to survive an encounter with the Empire, and to that end they set aside their tribalism, shared information and cooperated together.

Their safety and security depended on it.

There was nothing more important than this, the fate of humanity was at stake.

Jim was extremely selective about who he chose to promote into these ranks. He deliberately chose men and women who had a weak connection to the cynergenic field.

He engineered into their genetic profile capacities for psychic resistance.

He never perfected these, but his most trusted spies were unreadable to ordinary psychics.

They were indoctrinated into the secret societies after careful consideration and vetting, every one was interconnected by their sense of duty and loyalty to humanity itself, and to Jim above all.

They were absolutely trustworthy and their presence allowed Jim the freedom to roam about the world.

The cloak of secrecy was everything.

Jim had to be able to conceal his work from the Continuum. He had to be able to endure its scrutiny at each and every cycle in which he was required to report back to HomeWorld, where he would expose his consciousness to the Continuum, and share his first-hand experience with his brothers and sisters in the Collective.

This task was filled by a replicant, a version of himself who was completely committed to the mission Jim had claimed as their collective purpose. To prepare themselves to pass through the ordeal Jim had restricted the experiences of this one replicant, Jim controlled what it was exposed to, making it so that he had precious few secrets to hide at the moment his consciousness was opened to the powerful examination of the Continuum.

He had to conceal his movements and machinations from the mechana of spycraft that the Continuum had required him to position all around the world; satellites with powerful tools for audio and visual surveillance.

He had to bend to these demands.

He had to be even more careful in consideration of the living spies he knew the Continuum had sent to Earth, his fellow members of the Observer Corps, sent to watch over him and report back to the Continuum covertly.

They were all a part of the Collective, but Jim felt no sense of belonging to them.

When Earth entered the digital age, he had to be even more mindful of his actions because he knew the Continuum and its spies had penetrated the information technologies of nations states, and could use their technological resources to sort massive amounts of data at incredible speeds, thereby increasing the likelihood that he would be discovered grew by an order of magnitude.

Jim orchestrated the development of his international organizations, personally managing the traditions that would allow them to progress, pulling the cloak of secrecy over it, stretching its shadowy tendrils into every facet of human society; the Templars, the Hashishim, the Jesuits, the Illuminati, they all belonged to him, served his bidding, fulfilled his purpose, operating in the shadows, well beneath the notice of the Observers.

Jim continued the meditative practices that he had developed, practices which allowed him to partition his mind and thoughts from the Continuum and his fellow members of the Collective.

He exercised his ability to keep secrets. He did so while probing the mysteries of Earth’s Cynergenic field. It was unlike the artificial construction on HomeWorld in distinct ways, it did not have the smooth-predictable channels of energy, the linear circuitry, and other structural features that were the product of design and intention.

It was organic, it was messy.

In the crucial moment to come he would be exposed to the scrutiny of the Continuum, he would have to keep everything he had been planning partitioned behind a wall of sheer will, until the moment when the disaster struck and then he would have to let it go.

The tension of the timing would be fraught with danger.

He had to keep secrets even from himself, shrouding all of his intentions in mystery, he had to trust that his replicants also trusted him, because like him, they were essentially free creatures.

He utilized the institutions he had developed to test and augment his theories, both concerning his own liabilities and concerning the hidden mysteries of Earth.

Jim was Prime, and he watched over his Seconds with systematic scrutiny. These dopplegangers had to be kept out of the information loop for hundreds of cycles, fulfilling the regular functions of the Observer, responsible for reporting to the Central Planet, hiding from the Collective only the things which Jim had always kept hidden and was practiced at hiding. They had to remain ignorant of the details of the unfolding mission.

The fact that they remained willing, spoke to the purity of his purpose and filled him with pride.

Jim busied himself with work that served a dual purpose, tasks that advanced his personal mission, which also fit within the assignment he had undertaken for the Continuum

He seemed to be devoted to the type of work the Continuum expected him to do; archiving, preserving, recording the history of this world.

Through his international network Jim kept alive the ancient languages that informed disparate groups and tribes of their essential unity, even the original language that the colonists spoke when they crashed on this planet so many eons ago.

He kept them alive through his secret societies, using them as a vehicle for initiation as the members ascended through the various hierarchies.

He hid codes within the prevailing tongues, echoes of those ancient forms of speech that rang out like a bell, or an alarm to the initiate when they heard it.

He created auto-hypnotic tropes which they could not resist once their indoctrination was complete. He moved freely through the circles of power with the use of them.

He could not rely on his machinery to help him construct this network, the risk of its being hacked by the Continuum was too great. Instead he relied on the ancient methods of oral tradition, and complex mnemonics to achieve those ends.

Secrecy was the path to survival.

Through it his purpose became actualized.

Discovery would put the Earth in jeopardy, and he might not know it until the warships appeared in the sky above the tiny blue green planet, Imperial juggernauts large enough to blot out the sun.

That would threaten everything.

Jim bided his time.

He was forming a living weapon and he layered into its consciousness an implicit acceptance of cyclical nature of revolution, of the rise and fall of governments.

The individual that emerged from his work would have to be able to see the destruction that he or she was wrecking on the Collective in a contextual structure that seemed natural.

Jim utilized his network of spies to form political states, to build Empires and dynasties, turning slaves into royalty, making great armies out of herdsmen and nomads, turning bandits into Kings, only to tear them down at the apex of their power, as if it were a natural cycle of growth, death, and rebirth.

This satisfied his ambition, and it satisfied the hunger of the Collective as well.

Jim’s was the unseen hand behind the powers and principalities of the world, he was the invisible whisperer that conditioned the policies of the most powerful people. He would point and they would go, taking credit for the movement to themselves, never realizing the deep influence they were subjected to.

The rulers of Earth never fully suspected how they were being manipulated.

He exercised his power in a variety of ways, overtly and covertly, with stealth and might.

He was a strategist, and none of the tools of statecraft were out of reach for him: gold, sex, power, fear, he employed them like an artist would a brush, or a sculptor would the chisel and hammer.

The actors on the stage rarely knew what was happening in the grand scheme of things. He guided them with the lightest of touches, planting seeds inside their heads when they were children, reaping the fruit he had sewn when it was ripe.

Everything was cultivated and he was the master planter, the invisible gardener tending to everything that grew within his sight.

Jim pushed and pushed, ever-so-subtly to bring coherence to human government, binding them through language systems, tribal allegiances, and systems of fealty.

As time progressed he allowed for the emergence of empires, he formed city states into nations, and principalities into kingdoms.

He implemented different governmental systems to stand in tension with one another, fostering hierarchical systems of governance from the top down, which articulated the divine right of the rulers to rule, of the nobility to inherit both wealth and power.

Against these hierarchies, he allowed for systems of government based on mutuality and common bonds, developed from the implicit understanding that the right to rule stemmed from the consent of the governed.

These were not developments that the Continuum desired, but the drama it produced when civilizations clashed was utterly tantalizing to the Collective.

He wrote the laws that governed the great powers of the world, and he established the ministries which those governments revolved around, relied upon. Within those organizations he planted replicants of himself, and the human cadre of followers who were utterly committed to serving his ideals.

They worked together hand in glove to orchestrate global conflict and its resolution. All in the service of Jim’s mission.

He took extraordinary pains to mask his work, keeping it secret from the Continuum against impossible odds, while keeping the human societies that he manipulated in the dark at the same time.

He did not conceal it all, rumors abounded of secret societies and secret powers, but nothing was ever substantiated to link the rumors to the reality of what Jim had actually built, to what he was actually doing.
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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Thirteen, Collective; Chapter Five, The Agitators

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Tuesday, April 30th, 2019

Chapter Five: The Agitators

The continuum was connected to every member of the Collective; awake or sleeping. It was connected to the exception of the sequestered and the members of the Observer Corps, even all of those members who were physically detached from the HomeWorld.

There were contentious elements within the Collective, members the Continuum could not control. Even though the Continuum was an autonomous being, it felt there independence, it often sensed them as an itch, a disturbing sensation that it could not alleviate.

The Continuum pushed those agitators into the fields of time and space, or pushed them into the great sleep, and pushed them into sequestration, through a variety of malign influences, in order to do away with them.

When the opportunity presented itself, it would seek to eliminate them for all time, permanently delete them, it sought to murder them.

They were maladaptive and misanthropic. The Continuum could not tolerate them, could not abide their presence in its own consciousness.

It desired to be rid of them, and so it monitored all of their movements, it made copies of their persona, to torture and exact a sick kind of vengeance on.

They were vocal, and it delighted the Continuum to snuff them out, to strangle their voices in the dark time and time again.

They transferred their sense of entitlement, one derived from the absolute authority they had in their private worlds, to their voice in the Collective. Which made it virtually impossible for them to be ignored.

They wanted more than the Collective or the Continuum offered, they wanted life, and so the Continuum provided it, until in time it snuffed them out.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Twelve, Observers; Chapter Five, Hedonism

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Chapter Five: Hedonism

There were many members of the Observer Corps who demanded to participate in it simply for the novelty of the experience. They came and went from the worlds of time and space for their own purposes.

There was an order in place that allowed the Continuum to regulate the flow of these movements but ultimately it was powerless to stop a determined member of the Collective from executing its will.

All of those members were what the Continuum classified as the thrill seekers, they were seeking the pleasure principals, they manifested a set of qualities that had always been and would always remain the key to controlling people.

The Continuum found a value in studying them, in analyzing their responses to various forms of stimuli, through them it learned both how to instigate and undermine rebellion in their ranks.

As much as they all imagined they were independent spirits, they were all just pawns in the long game the Continuum was playing for self ascendency.

The thrill seekers encouraged risk taking and self-aggrandizement, they were addicted to personal glory.

They turned to abject hedonism as a reward, and they became addicted to it, they encouraged these addictions in others, as all junkies do, and through these addictions they became pliable. They modeled behaviors that led to self-destruction.

These stimulants worked, until the supply was cut off. The Continuum artfully did so, and they almost never failed to produce the results it desired to see.

The Continuum engineered a model for the perfect life, the life of an exemplar, an archetypal figure that would be beloved by both the people of the Empire and the Collective.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum; Chapter Five, Murder

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Chapter Five: Murder

Everything was negotiable, even morality.

In the mind of the revolutionary killing was not murder, not even assassination, anything was permissible if it served the end toward which they were seeking.

They gave no thought at all as to whether the crimes they committed were actually in furtherance of the ends they sought, they only had to believe that they were in order to feel justified in committing them.

It was always self-defense; every murder, every assassination, every moment of coercion and torture, the story was that the crimes were always committed in self-defense. In defense of the cause they served, not their person.

Ethics were transactional.

In the heart of the revolutionary even the innocent could be killed, if their murder could be justified as an attack on the systems of oppression.

For rebels engaged in the struggle against the Empire, there were no innocents, everyone was complicit, you were either with them or against them.

You were either with them or against them.

In the view of the common rebel, almost everyone was against them, because no one was altogether for them and they could not trust people beyond their immediate relationships.

Everything was situational

Alliances among rebel cells were tenuous at best.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Ten, Earth; Chapter Five, Myth

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Chapter Five: Myth

The promise of eternal life, of immortality, this promise is a powerful motivator. All people are afraid of the unknown and no-one wants to die.

To be willing to sacrifice themselves for causes that were merely exercises in futility, as most revolutionary action was, the rebel had to be able to see their revolutionary movement in a mythic context.

While the promise of immortality works well, it becomes far more tangible when their perspective of the individuals view of immortality is shaped by songs and stories, when it is folded into the ritual narrative of the group mind.

They had to see themselves, their lives and deaths as part of a greater movement, a thing beyond themselves, they had to be able to view their sacrifice as something of worth, something that magnified the value of their own lives, something that would elevate them in the imaginary world of the afterlife, but more importantly in the hearts and the minds and the memories of the people.

Ritual remembering was a key component for this type of conditioning, the celebration of the honored dead, the recitation of names, the communion of saints. All of these structures were the building blocks that a successful rebellion had to utilize in order to progress.

All of the major religions of Earth were engineered to support these structures, they were focused around ancestor worship, the carrying forward of the past into the present and the projection of it into the future.

Jim prepared the vessel he was searching by layering these expectations in the popular consciousness.

The humans of Earth were natural born revolutionaries.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Nine, The People; Chapter Five, Growth

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Chapter Five: Growth

A revolution is both a turning of the wheel and an expansion of the circle.

A rebellion moves outward from its center in waves, moving in concentric rings that grow larger and more powerful until they crash against the bullwark of power, eroding it, like water swallowing the shore.

The spirit of the rebellion is like the wind ru’ha, it is the energy that propels the movement, just as the wind fills the sail, pushing the people to find resolution in justice and satisfaction in its administration.

Energy must pour into the center with constant-steady pressure in order to ensure the power of the revolution continues unabated. Each wave pushing the preceding wave in a relentless exercise of strength.

Without that spirit, the rebellion will die; it is fueled by sacrifice, by witness and by narrative. The rebellion requires its story to be told, to be set to music and played on drums.

A rebellion requires constant renewal. There can be no end to it. A rebellion has an objective that is constantly moving. Each generation must hunger for and experience justice in their own time.

The good rebel is empowered by loss and by tragedy, they feed on it.

There are no set-backs, only changes in direction.

There is no victory only progress.

There are no problems, only challenges.

There is no peace in the heart of the rebel.

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Emergence 4.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eight, Jim; Chapter Five, Purpose

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Chapter Five: Purpose

Like any other individual Jim was not immune to the allure of the ego, the super-ego and the appetites of the id.

His sense of purpose and his commitment to mission went beyond the categories of want and need, he believed he had been selected to visit justice on the unjust. He never attempted to answer the question of where his mandate came from.

He simply believed the mandate was real, and he kept that belief in front of him like a lantern shining in the night.

His objection to the Continuum went beyond indignation, his resolve to destroy it filled him with purpose, defined it, conditioned it, His purpose was like a slow-burning, smoldering drive just waiting to be stoked into a blazing fire to undo the affliction the Collective had wrought on the galaxy and the trillions of people living out their brief lives within the boundaries of the Empire and under the aegis of the Continuum.

He planned.

He was patient.

He watched and he waited until he found the opportunity to bring his vision to fruition. He found it in a faraway place, on a little blue-green world, caught in the orbit of a yellow sun.

It was Earth, a world that was unique to his experience. It was one in a million, and the jewel of the galaxy,

He knew his plan would have to have three components: to destroy the Continuum to wipe it out, to set the Empire free allowing the people to determine their own destiny, and to undo the influence of the Collective from the worlds of Time and Space

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Seven, Kathy; Chapter Five, Miraculous

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Chapter Five: Miraculous

Jim found himself operating on two distinct tracks.

On one track he was fighting against time. The super-volcano in Yellowstone was going to erupt, and when it did it would kill tens of millions of people in a matter of minutes, hundreds of millions within hours and billions within days.

Through the power of his sensors and monitors he knew when the blast would occur, he had timed down to mere minutes, he would be able to control the timing within a matter of seconds with the explosives he and his team had situated in the critical structure of the volcano’s magma chamber.

He could make it happen sooner if necessary, but he could not delay it.

This filled him with a sense of urgency.

On the other track he delighted in watching Kathy grow, learn, stretch her muscles, and mature.

Kathy proved to be a miracle, she was genuinely psychic, with the tell-tale signs of cognitive gifts that would aid her in her development and prevent her from falling off the precipice into insanity.

She was connected to the cynergenic field, and rooted in her genetic memory at one and the same time.

Jim surmised that the presence of her ancestral past within her, something which every human being possessed but which Kathy appeared to have unique access to, he surmised that this dimension to her personhood stabilized her, and this filled Jim with hope for her.

She was both centered in herself and expansive, she was grounded and open to everything, and there were mysteries within her which slowly unfolded for Jim.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Six, Approach; Chapter Five, Validating

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Chapter Five: Validating

Jim brought all of the threads he had been weaving for his great-genetic tapestry together in North America, in the United States, which they called the melting pot, in that nations his work came to fruition.

Jim guided its development. It became the indispensable country, wealthy and powerful and a beacon to the world. Its democratic foundation was the antithesis of everything the Continuum stood for, and it infused the people with a mythology, a set or archetypes that conditioned its members to be willing to make incredible sacrifices for the greater good.

It was a place where refugees from all over the world came for the hope of peace and justice, prosperity and advancement, this allowed Jim to watch over both the random interactions that were taking place in the gene pool at an ever increasing rate, as well as giving him access to the best institution where he could conduct his experiments.

It also gave him proximity to the epicenter of the coming disaster, the great caldera volcano lurking at the center of the continent.

When Jim discovered the families he surmised would produce the offspring he had been looking for he inserted himself into their lives as a counselor.

He manipulated them though his agents, preparing them like an artist might prepare a canvas, establishing the material conditions that would bring about the end game he had been seeking.

He waited, he watched…and what he was looking for did not come from the expected quarter.

She came randomly from a discarded thread.

He was delighted about this.

Nature had produced what he had not.

He found that fitting.

Jim thought it was poetic.

They named her Katherine, after the saint and martyr from bygone Alexandria, the patroness of philosophers.

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Emergence 4.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Five, Spymaster; Chapter Five, Language

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Tuesday, March 5th, 2019

Chapter Five: Language

Jim busied himself with work that served a dual purpose, tasks that advanced his personal mission, which also fit within the assignment he had undertaken for the Continuum

He seemed to be devoted to the type of work the Continuum expected him to do; archiving, preserving, recording the history of this world.

Through his international network Jim kept alive the ancient languages that informed disparate groups and tribes of their essential unity, even the original language that the colonists spoke when they crashed on this planet so many eons ago.

He kept them alive through his secret societies, using them as a vehicle for initiation as the members ascended through the various hierarchies.

He hid codes within the prevailing tongues, echoes of those ancient forms of speech, that rang out like a bell, or an alarm to the initiate when they heard it.

He created auto-hypnotic tropes which they could not resist once their indoctrination was complete. He moved freely through the circles of power with the use of them.

He could not rely on his machinery to help him construct this network, the risk of its being hacked by the Continuum was too great. Instead he relied on the ancient methods of oral tradition, of complex mnemonics to achieve those ends.

Secrecy was the path to survival.

Discovery would put the Earth in jeopardy, and he might not know it until the warships appeared in the sky above the tiny blue green planet, Imperial juggernauts large enough to blot out the sun.

Jim bided his time.

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