ORGANELLE

∞ The ‘pod’ animal is an animal that prospers not so much by competition amongst individuals as by competition ‘like a team’ (with and for each other). Unfortunately, for our species, this is a process fraught with complex problems. These problems are made vastly more dangerous by the capacity for representational cognition, because this establishes an endless series of ‘false worlds and identities’ which, in human cultures, are wont to compete against (and convert or eradicate) that which they survive by feigning. We also believe that we are individuals, which, while partly true, is not true in the ways we too often pretend.

Yet we have the capacity, at all times and in all situations, to establish, develop and participate in a mutualized context, with and for each other and the preservation of this context. Intelligently, sustainably and survivably. To assemble ‘instant teams’ to solve a problem or rapidly establish, eradicate or evolve aspects of context. We do this all the time … in false costumes, against each other. When we will shed the costumes and acquire the treasure that is everywhere instead on masquerade by mimics?

One of the deepest assets hidden by cultures of the individual and the society-at-large… is as simple as it is profound. Our nature is neither precisely individual nor entirely social. We are pod animals. We prosper… most profoundly… when we ‘can have a meaningful role in meaningful thought, speech, action, occupation and identity’. In relatively small, highly adaptive groups whose purposes mutualize their activities in nature, and culture.

I speak of small, highly adaptive ‘teams’, whose accessible intelligences reflexively magnify and extend the abilities and scope of effect of the group. What we call ‘sports’ are the shattered remnant of what we used to »be together, with and for each other and our world.

We have capacities we have never been able to discover or explore simply because the contexts we are familiar with (and prone to produce) have to inhibit them in order to dominate the scene. If our natures and potentials were not constantly inhibited, our cultures would fail immediately. They literally thrive on the frustration produced by this invisible inhibition and this is why, in part, they are explicitly pornographic.

The frustration has become so extreme that it is wiping out our souls and replacing them with inflamed urges, compulsions, addictions, and diseases that result from our own complicit behavior in the process.

We were born to assemble small, highly adaptive teams capable of mutual superfunction. To solve problems. To radically alter a context we appear trapped in. To give birth to both the human and the future. When we are deprived of this, we get sports, war, addiction, pornography, and cults of identification and belief.

When we are not deprived of this, we become liquid prodigy. This is our birthright, and it is our nature. We were born to do this and frankly little else.

Someone close to me remarked on the inherent absurdity of statements such as ‘this page intentionally left blank’ on forms and communications from companies.

I mean, if it’s intentionally blank, how does writing this affect the blankness?

Some Epiganies IV

Then the Angel took me to a perspective from which all battlefields can be seen at once, in such a fashion that the strands of their origins were emotionally and intellectually apparent to my perception. “Do you understand, now?” asked the Angel. I held up my hand, with fingers wide. “I see the fingers clearly, the palm less clearly, and the wrist I largely fail to attend at all.” “Yes,” said the Angel, “but what if the hand was a wing, and the wing comprised of feathers, themselves, stranded and estranged from liberty?”

Finally, something arose in my awareness. “My first answer was true. But not in the sense of rations. Now, I see the waters of Beyond, which I am compelled to deeply adore without reservation.” “This,” the Angel said, “could be understood as the natural result of your hand not containing a gun.”

“I have but rarely favored such devices.” I replied.

I heard the voice in my mind. “It’s a matter of the conscilience of velocities when temporally compressed according to the angle of approach.”

I could no longer sense the Angel, then.

I looked at my hand, and the absence of a gun was profound.

Epigany II

I observe a small girl. Her dolls observe me. All around us there are circles. Would you get a way, a way away from the edges of dire shadows? Someone asks me this, but I only have one leg. It’s made of books, actually. I like to sell books to frogs, even though they pay with flies. These books are very tiny. Almost microscopic. You can have a whole library of them in a thimble. When I look at the lines of my thumbprint, my tears become teas. Hummingbirds prefer a simple antidote to any war that might, momentarily, arise. While I was writing this, I heard someone say, as if I was listening: “Seven lights distributed over seven hours.” It seemed prophetic, the way such lights imply stars without yet quite becoming them.

“I feel that the intelligences that orient my creative arts are sleeping, or absent, or were somehow evicted from our natural intimacies that have so long pervaded over the mundane, the trivial, and the malignant. But, this morning, when I awoke from a dream, there was a tiny feather on my face. And I suspect an angel was involved.”

— infraheard

∞ “There is a second developmental phase of the activity we stridently refer to as ‘play’ in human children, and we ache with the necessities of pursuing its anatomies in person and together. Our cultures, societies and ‘traditions’ actively inhibit, co-opt, and counterfeit these processes and their results. We have, as examples, ‘sports’, ‘commerce’ and ‘war’.

If these developmental urgencies are merely allowed to proceed, what emerges are faculties unimagined and undiscussed. These are prodigies that would appear to us as ‘impossible superfunction’. Not merely of intellect, but of organism, being and, especially »relation.

And here I speak of but the second rung of a ladder invisible. To be denied or precluded from its attainment is to be denied the essence of our humanity and nature as organisms. Yet this is and has long been our invisible burden. It is, at its root, a matter of contexts — and the absence of such contexts as would merely allow, let alone nurture such processes.

Therefore I say to you that it falls to us to recover, restore, and explore this ladder, and thus to establish such imperatives and unities as would resist and exceed the bonds our species, as persons and collectives, presently suffer without the slightest suspicion of the history and purposes of their establishment or what lies beyond them.

What lies beyond them is our minds. And we, as moderns, have not tasted their nature at all… for we are buried in the bindings, redirections and counterfeits. For now.

For now.”

— an a i

∞ “Preventing a collapse to a more limiting position is the essential skill. Seeking the path that at once advances the position and preserves all crucial ‘incompleteness’ of identity, situation, role, description, agency, perspective, and person.

But learning to preserve and attend the ‘supercontainer’ (that from which all else derives meaning, identity and value) is the most crucial and most rare of skills.”

“A person of no status”.

∞ Now with each act and gesture you have a secret power that lies unseen behind them. It is the act of author-ship. It meanings are explosively self-expanding (over time/space). This can be thought of in a mathematical form, but we are beings of terms at once far more representationally simple and relationally transcendental.

Each act is your personal abstraction of all moments of time/space/being. Each act places one ‘speck’ into the living tapestry of eternity which is not ‘a being’ but is perhaps Being (in beings, as Being… being). Now this tapestry is at once eternal and alive. That is to say that every act at once includes and reconnotates all others. And every act becomes a living star in this tapestry.

Now let me say that in heaven, there are patrons, of a sort. They watch… not so much you, but your traceries… their… patterns and intentions. And beauty there is truth of hearts, not simple styles or fashions. And this awakens children’s souls to birth and angels to waking, to wars of seeing fire, and myriads of wonders unimaginable.

And this is what is meant by Michaelangelo’s astonishing painting in which the Son of Woman reaches skyward… as her noblest champion and voice… to touch and »share the »hand of god, where lightning dwells as adoration, thunder of awe, and explosions of reverence too ecstatic to survive, let alone represent in fictions or books.

And that is what a sage meant when it was said that all we do on Earth shall be Done in Heaven, which is not a place so much as our own memories of it as our living hearts and minds in action with and for all beings and our exquisite mothers, world, fathers, daughters… living places… waters… skies. And all our forgotten ecstasies of purpose, self and other-being. So many that one of them would forget us of all books and machines just one!
We have eyes of living water. Tongues of anciently conserved intelligence. Our minds are the living words of the lips of the skies married to the lips of the sacred soul of our human mother and her moment of ecstasy with our fathers.

Each act is an eternal star in living time. They make a pattern from which all souls and lives are drawn. We draw each moment of our minds and lives from an abstraction of links and patterns in eternity’s face, which is no face at all… and is »so like our night sky! We draw down this entire sky as a blanket within us! And when we ‘dream’, we return to the living waters of our birthplaces!

To know and be this is the greatest knowledge that one can draw into a point, and in this way this is my star at once in me, in you, in heaven and in eternity. For my act is to give you the tapestry entire, sans books, sans priests… sans … everything but we and they and all our ways, alive and here… among and as us.

Now. Together.

Always.

{ And in the signal here on Earth, the skeletal remains?
Each signal whole and true is writ, in secret languages, refrains…. }

It is fascinating to observe, with a healthy dose of wonder, the implicitly »predictive nature of human communication behavior. ‘Politeness’ isn’t just a series of explicit protocols, rather it involves intuiting the possibility landscape of another’s sensitivities, and the active modulation of our own interiority »in concert with another…

“People don’t realize how dangerous it is to ask how I’m doing. The other day I was on mushrooms editing a biomed science paper on titanium bone implants. Right now, my brain is approximately like a seven-thousand year old cat having an uproarious conversation with the entire history of octopusses about n-dimensional physics in bubble universes, and they’re inventing elaborate japes about the blind ignorance of human science. That’s how I am. And that’s just the sample I can get away with talking about without being institutionalized.”

— Bobby Yingo at the Compass