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The Self-Destruct Button

          [thoughts in the night, by Sha’Tara]

Oh hell! I  cried out loud to no one, in my small basement apartment and long after darkness had fallen accompanied by persistent clouds that dutifully hid moon and stars.

At least the orangy street lamp is working, casting a pale glow upon wet pavement and small pools. It’s the normal for this place, at this time of year – but it’s not what made me cry out.

What did make me cry out? A feeling, or a series of feelings feeding upon each other.

What sort of feeling/feelings? The sort you’re not supposed to have. The ones that want to probe the darkness and expose its lurid underbelly. The ones not politically correct. The ones that, upon reeling themselves back into the mind say, ah, screw it – everything is going to hell and none of it is fixable.

Let me explain myself to myself, and you can listen in. There is no philosophy grand enough to turn a people away from their fixation with the auto-destruct button once pointed in that direction, and let me tell you this: man’s current leadership has mastered the art of pointing: it’s called propaganda, only people call it news.

People are running, laughing, screaming, cursing, waving flags, cheering and booing their corrupt, psychopathic, perverted, misogynist, racist, elitist presidential and prime ministerial fodder to their destruction. They’re ready to maul and kill anyone who would stand in the way of their choice and they will most certainly destroy their living environment just to get to mash that shiny red button clearly marked “Self Destruct.”   

I took a break, it lasted a wee bit longer than anticipated, twenty four hours, in fact, but you never know with breaks, and now it’s over.

My feelings aren’t quite as raw as last night’s but I have no trouble getting them back. The world I’ve become aware of guarantees that.

 They say, and it’s a truism, that we are born to die. I’ve always been aware of that, the one thing we know for sure isn’t fake news. Our body gives us so many years to play at being alive then it conks out, or peters out…

 Thing is, unless we’re suicidal we don’t have much control over the “when” of death. That means I can’t just decide, today, to call it quits, to say ‘enough is enough’ and walk away. I mean I could, it’s called losing interest in everything, but I don’t think I’m made that way. The awake mind is a curious thing, a questing thing, the puzzle solver, the riddle master. For every answer it will throw up a dozen more questions and the rabbit hole only gets deeper.  

 To the question then, why are people in general so eager to test the apocalypse switch? Why the general group think to end it all? Just to see the fireworks? Or, as some claim, is it that at the heart of every Earthian is the false hope, belief, or faith, that it only happens to the other and “I” will remain alive to watch the horror show from the comfort of my Lazy-boy chair or leaning on the railing of the patio of my friend’s 8th floor apartment?

 “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Could it be that the vast majority of Earthians,  believers or not, actually ascribe to this patently false biblical claim? Could this false reality exist as a necessary part of the programming?

I – Don’t – Know! I don’t have an answer to that one.

 But that takes me back to my desire to scream. Personally, I don’t want to see, or experience, any sort of apocalypse. It’s a truly dumb idea. Do you want to participate in one? Do you believe the fairy tale that “you” can survive it? If you did, what would be the point? Alone on a devastated world, what sort of end could you imagine for yourself in the aftermath? Or are you of those benighted who believe some god is going to see to it personally that you are spared the gruesome aspects and install you on your own private cloud space to watch the horror show and “REJOICE!” even at the bloodbath put on for your own entertainment?

          I believe we, as relatively intelligent creatures, can not only switch from apocalyptic thinking but change the world to become an unrecognizable reality: literally a paradise. People who think like this are usually called naïve, utopians, dreamers. Again, the group think is, “can’t happen so forget it.”  The same individuals who believe in survival also believe an apocalypse is inevitable and often do all in their power to bring it about. 

What does that say about that sort of thinking? What do you call someone desperate to survive, to live as long as physically possible, yet nurturing apocalyptic thinking, of total decimation of a world? Doublethink or cognitive dissonance? Either way, not logical.

Could we have a utopia on Earth? Of course. Not only that but bringing about a utopia is a much easier task than bringing about an apocalypse. Apocalypses are costly, complex, messy, bloody and ultimately pointless affairs. All a utopia needs is for individuals, of their own free will, to become compassionate then let compassion demonstrate the way out of all the violence, the greed, the lust, the infamy, the corruption, the innate selfishness that are now growing together like dark storm clouds to pave the way for the apocalypse, for the end.

It’s simple enough, too simple maybe. 

and… PS, not a great piece of writing but food for thought, perhaps? 

         

         

The Day After

 

[a poem by   ~burning woman~]

It was a day long after
what happened didn’t happen:
denial was in full force then,
it made everything work,
and work was the order of the day.

There were warnings,
there always are warnings.
The planet was upset
sending signs of distress
in skies and seas and lands.

Birds, bees and butterflies
were less to be seen.
Fish left rotting carcasses
strewn across sandy beaches;
floating among the flotsam.

Violent storms, deadly droughts
succeeded chemtrails
and incessant burning of trees.
Smoke filled the valleys;
children choked in gun-smoke.

It would come, of course:
everybody knew it, everybody.
But promises and hope ruled the day
Larger bandaids were handed out
with flu shots and plastic smiles.

The day came, it was inevitable:
everybody had known the truth of it,
the inescapability of it.
Oh, it would have been a day
to be remembered.

Had there been anyone
to remember.

 

 

The Internet or Central Brain Processing Unit Computerized Future

[thoughts and visions of   ~burning woman~   translated by Sha’Tara]

Through wireless technology the Internet is quickly gaining control over a vast array of man’s technology, giving it the power to control that technology.  But that’s only the half of the Internet’s development: it has yet to make itself sentient, or at least capable of understanding, of differentiating between the entire gamut of human feelings and emotions.  This awareness, or knowledge, man has now offered the Internet without any reservations; without any firewall.  It’s all there, on social media.  Using algorithms the Internet is now greedily mining and absorbing social media data to design for itself the super human brain.

In social media such as Google, Twitter and the ubiquitous Facebook billions have poured out their personal lives, backgrounds, family genealogies, histories and interactions, hopes, dreams, likes and dislikes, loves and hates; their anger and frustration.  They text each other and talk to each other, laying open their most intimate feelings and emotions and the Internet is sampling it all, sorting it, categorizing it and building its Frankenstein self from those quadrillion bits of information.

But there’s much more in this gold mine.  World leaders, scientists, judges, law makers and enforcers, lawyers, researchers, historians, doctors, designers, teachers, engineers, psychiatrists and psychologists, philosophers, artists, writers and a host of underground types, criminals, terrorists, pedophiles, along with religious leaders and proselytes, greens and environmentalists, money traders, corporate managers, dating services, war and wedding planners, in short all that constitutes the gamut of human relationships and activities, all is shared on the Internet and within the grasp of a quasi intelligent global robotic droid, certainly enough information that it can grow and promote itself into not just a human brain, but a super brain, a brain capable of ruling a world as no dictator could ever dream of doing.

Not a mind, at least not yet, perhaps not ever, it only needs to become a central processing unit controlling all technology and able to mimic and effectively match or counter all of humanity’s brain-driven activities; all that the race is at its brain level, and it’s game over for civilization as it has existed to this point.  Note: the Internet doesn’t have to become sentient: you’ve fed your own sentience into it so it can mimic it to perfection.

The Internet civilization will be very different from what man has brought forth.  Just imagine a world ruled by a central, all-powerful narcissistic psychopath convinced in his own “mind” that he knows what’s best for everything.

For many years as I discussed change in society I have insisted that man needed to become more logical, to get away from reliance on feelings and emotions.  This was taken to mean no feelings or emotions but that isn’t what I meant at all.  I meant learning to understand the need to function as a mind rather than living on a teeter-totter: a calculator brain on one side and an emotionally driven body on the other creating a repetitive pattern of dysfunctions, both in thought and in action; the being forever driven into extremes resulting in catastrophic interactions of misogyny, racism, wars, genocides, murderous social and economic inequalities as well as maintaining a host of self-destructive tendencies.  Yes, those same dysfunctions gave rise to some pretty amazing developments, constructs and art, but none of those ever functioned according to dreams, hopes or claims – none – not a single one.

Need I list all the great accomplishments resulting in glaring failures?  Technology, generally speaking, was subverted by the rich and powerful to serve them at the expense of those who invented the science, made the machines and their parts; who installed and serviced the machines. Technology used for the wars of the rich to extract resources from lands that belonged to other people.  Great buildings built for the rich, displacing low income housing, tenements and slums.  Higher education, the province of the rich.  The best of everything in placement, comfort, health care, lofty views, relaxation and entertainment: for the rich.  Art, priced beyond the reach of regular John and Jane Does, locked in “galleries” with times when it can be viewed.  Finally the greatest failure of all: government suborned by the rich to legalize their private lives of profit and power over a vast and expanding pool of slave labour and victims.

All of current civilization has been subjected to this dysfunctional teeter-totter effect and is dying from the bizarre collective dizziness it has given life to.

The Internet sees all this, knows all this, and develops itself as it analyzes the data.  It is essentially a machine so it has no conflict of morality to deal with when working out solutions based on the big picture.  Having no human-based sense of responsibility it only needs to ensure, based on its input, that as the Central Brain Processing Unit (CBPU) its own sphere of operation is secure and protected.  For that it will have human hackers installed in critical areas. They may eventually be nothing more than living human brains encased in computers.

The Internet “knows” from its data collection and analysis that it must have a reason to exist, something to give it eternal purpose.  Therefore it will take over the operation of the planet to render it optimum in mechanical terms.  Having analyzed and “understood” the failures of the teeter-totter effect it will proceed to ensure that every thing is fully controlled, that nothing is left to chance.  Nothing will be allowed to exceed needs or demands.  Nothing will be allowed to over, or under, populate.  Nothing will be left to develop ways that contravene the proper, mechanical process painstakingly developed by the CBPU.  All things will be maintained in perfect mechanical balance and any aberration will be immediately corrected and remedied.

To achieve its perfect state, the CBPU’s first great challenge will be to control mankind.  It will have to eliminate a vast portion of what it sees as a useless, resource-wasting, disease-carrying, polluting human population.  The means to control populations are all within it’s information: wars, chemicals, diseases, famines, genocides.  It will calculate the most efficient methods required and it will send out the information to its willing if unaware agents throughout the world and these things will be done.  How many will die?  Billions, certainly.  The necessary remnants, suitable to serve the Internet’s needs and create a “pleasing” presence among other things of earth will likely be around a billion world wide.  After the purging, if one birth exceeds the set quota it will be eliminated.  If a philosophy is expounded that runs counter to the dictates of the CBPU, it will be programmed out or purged.  The CBPU’s satellites will scan every square millimeter of the planet, imaging, listening, recording and feeding back into the CBPU’s ever-expanding data banks.  Any and every “conflict” perceived by the CBPU will be remedied moment by moment.

And when the CBPU settles into the “steady state” enforced peace following its own six days of tumultuous creation, it will scan the skies and open itself to it’s next stage of expansion: the solar system and space where it will encounter others similar to itself, and there will be alliances and wars in which entire worlds and solar systems will perish.

So, basically a period of “1984” (George Orwell) type planetary rule followed by a state similar to that of “Brave New World” (Aldous Huxley), a world peopled by drugged zombies unaware of anything beyond their programming.

That is man’s Internet based future as I have envisioned for myself as a second possible future for earth.  The first vision of a possible future where earth remains in the hands of man and technology is destroyed along with the Internet I have already written about.  This particular possible future is an extraction from a logical projection or extrapolation from current reality.  So it is more than a vision.

In Paddy Chayefsky’s 1976 film, Network, the unhinged news anchor Howard Beale tells his audience: “We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true! But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds. We’re all you know. You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here. You’re beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you….You even think like the tube. This is mass madness, you maniacs. In God’s name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion…” (quote taken from a Jon Rappoport article)

Just change “Network” and “the tube” to the Internet in the above.  Now think about this: if man had developed itself as a mind, this Internet, or Central Brain Processing Unit; this computerized future could never happen, not in a world of free, self-empowered mind beings interacting compassionately with each other in a constant state of non-acquisitive (but ever inquisitive) detachment.  No centralized power could capture them.

Sadly, as I’ve been told so many times, that’s pie-in-the-sky thinking.  I’ve also been told that Earthians prefer to think of themselves as “soul” beings rather than mind beings.  In other words they prefer the relative comfort of living childish, irresponsible, selfish lives, wallowing in a permanent state of not-knowing, ever susceptible to re-programming by whomever or whatever wants to control them.  Earthians do not want to believe in the possibility of self-empowerment or detachment from their emotional constructs.  They choose to remain bellowing, milling cattle penned in the ever-tightening constraints of their ubiquitous rulers, the wall-builders.

…And the people gathered at the foot of the mount, said “We want a king over us.  Then we shall be like all the other nations, with a king to lead us and to go out before us and fight our battles.” (1st Samuel 20, the Bible)  Therefore, they (you) must be ruled.

Here we are: the gods and their potentates are dead; the aliens never arrived; “elected” rulers proved to have feet of clay rotten by corruption.  What’s left?  The ubiquitous Internet.

Behold your new Master, O man!

Some relevant quotes:

“Most of our pocket wisdom is conceived for the use of mediocre people, to discourage them from ambitious attempts, and generally console them in their mediocrity.” (Robert Louis Stevenson)

There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity.  In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite. (Paul Gauguin)

The soul is the weariest part of the body. ―Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

We fall for cheap and meaningless slogans because we are a cheap and meaningless people—not by default, it’s just what we’ve chosen to make of ourselves. (Chris Hawk)

Suppose the hellfire of the orthodox really existed! We have no assurance that it does not! It seems incredible, but many incredible things are true. We do not know that God is not as cruel as a Spanish inquisitor. Suppose, then, He is! If, after Death, we wicked ones were shovelled into a furnace of fire- we should have to burn. There would be no redress. It would simply be the Divine Order of things. It is outrageous that we should be so helpless and so dependent on any one- even God. ― W.N.P. Barbellion, Journal of a Disappointed Man.

War is the purest manifestation of collective madness, of idolatry practiced on the level of the group.  There is no insaner idea than to set out and try to kill people whom you—in all likelihood—have never met in your entire life but who supposedly would together form the dreaded enemy, minions of the Devil himself, because your Grand Poobah happens to say so. (Philip Jenkins)

Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are. — Grant Morrison, The Invisibles, Vol. 1: Say You Want a Revolution.

What if our religion was each other? / If our practice was our life? / If prayer was our words? / What if the Temple was the Earth? / If forests were our church? / If holy water—the rivers, lakes / and oceans? / What if meditation was our relationships? / If the Teacher was life? / If wisdom was self-knowledge? / If love was the center of our being? — Ganga White

Civilization keeps sinking deeper into its own stagnant juices, looking to support more irrevocable absolutes- (Jon Rappoport)

There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get. —  Sylvia Plath

 

How Could we have Done This? (a short story)

How Could we have Done This?

A Short Story, by Sha’Tara

“It’s true then, not just a conspiracy theory any longer?”

“I’m afraid so, Mr. President.  It’s happening.”

“There had been dissenting voices, even up to six administrations ago, but they were ridiculed.  After all, we’re not talking about an asteroid cracking up here, we’re talking about the sun… the sun!  It’s so big, so permanent.”

Secretary Rogers shook his head.  “So it seemed.  We obviously could not have been more wrong, could we.”

“Son of a bitch!  We can’t win, we just can’t.  We finally, just, extricate ourselves from extermination through nuclear contamination and we’re on the losing side again?”

Due to exigencies caused by climate change, some of it exacerbated by man’s industrial pollution output; destruction of green belts, dwindling extraction and use of so-called fossil fuels planet-wide, coupled with a steady increase in populations, more power for the planet’s energy grids was created using nuclear fission.  Nuclear power plants proliferated, most of them located along seashores and major waterways.  Convenient for cooling, naturally.

Then the seas began to rise in earnest.  Temperatures continued to rise world-wide and climate change deniers were silenced.  Coastal populations were forced to migrate inland, resulting in millions of refugees.  Disruption of agriculture due to changing weather patterns causing floods and droughts meant famine.  Chaos ensued.  And world-wide violence followed.

But that wasn’t the main problem.  It was those expedient nuclear power plants who would be swamped by rising levels of sea water.  The seas may have been able to absorb one or two plants going under and contaminating the waters, but there were thousands of these facing flooding and their wastes inevitably destroying the planet’s oceans.  Short sighted plans certainly can have long-term consequences.

The best minds in the world were put together to seek a quick and certain solution to the impending doomsday scenario.  The plants all had to be shut down and their stocks of nuclear wastes disposed of in a permanent way.  No way could so much waste be buried on the planet, the risks were too high.  The whole planet could be contaminated and all biological life as known destroyed.  To make a point, someone said, “…and even the billionaires can’t escape this nightmare, not if they remain on the planet.”

Space: that’s where the brains turned to.  The wastes would have to be flung out in space, far enough that their orbits wouldn’t decay and they would come tumbling down out of the sky sooner or later; far enough that they would not accidentally interfere with man’s tiny but increasing space exploration.  Far enough so they wouldn’t be encountered, ever again.

The sun: that’s were the brains turned to.  It was so obvious: fire the wastes into the sun where they could never again do any harm to anyone.

Finally, a solution, if taken from old science fiction books.  Yes, that would do it.  All that was needed was to develop a relatively inexpensive way to package these wastes, drag them far enough that they could be put on a trajectory into the sun.

One thing that can be said about scientists: they’re all a bit mad.  That is, they have to focus on their particular problem and not pay too much attention to possible consequences.  If it works, then the problem is solved.  Will it create a greater problem down the road of time… or space?  Not my problem.  I did what I was asked to do.  I made “that” possible.  The rest is up to, well, the rest.

The engineers took over.  Typically, a space-plane was developed that could take a sizeable payload of nuclear wastes into deep space.  There the load was shifted upon what were essentially guided missiles, or rockets, which took it the rest of the way into the sun’s surface.

There was great celebrating after the first attempt was successfully achieved.  Four and a half tons of nuclear wastes had successfully been driven into the sun’s hell furnace, never to bother anyone again.  Hundreds of space-planes and thousands of rockets flew their missions over the next few years as every fission reactor in danger of flooding was decommissioned and scoured.

Finally, a real success story with no side effects except for the cost of removing the wastes from the planet.  Many other environmentally unsafe dumps of chemicals were also packaged and added to the space-plane payloads before the program was terminated.

That was forty years ago.  Earth people could now concentrate on re-building their shattered economies as the new climate stabilized with higher water levels, expanded deserts circling the equator, almost complete loss of polar ice and the north and south once temperate zones now experiencing equatorial temperatures and conditions such as high winds and monsoons.  Two generations had never seen snow and could not comprehend the concept, except by looking into refrigerators or freezers, or by searching past history on the datasphere, once called the internet.  Two billion people had died in the interim and were already being forgotten.

“What’s to be done, James?”

“This time, sir, man has taken the step at the edge of the bottomless pit; the one he should have had the wisdom and awareness to back away from.  There is nothing to be done, Andrew.  If you believe in God, that is your, our, last option.  We have overstepped ourselves and we have to face that.”

“The apocalypse, James?  Of our own making?  What are they saying at the UN?  Can anything be salvaged?”

“Our waste dumping has triggered the sun to go nova, sir.  Nothing can be done.  We don’t have any capability to launch any “ark” or space ship that could travel out of the solar system and escape the coming fire storm, taking a sample of survivalists aboard.  And if we did, we don’t have ftl or cryogenic technology and anyone on board such ships would die long before they reached any kind of human-friendly world.  There is no escape, no place to go.  For the first time in man’s history he has ignorantly taken the irrevocable step; painted himself into a corner from which he cannot escape.  It’s over, Andrew.”

“We did this?”  He shakes his head as he stares out the window of the oval office.  “We caused the sun to go nova by shipping our bits into it?  How can that be possible?”

“No one realized the fine balance existing within a fusion reactor.  We thought size, you see, because that’s how man thinks.  If it’s bigger, it can absorb something much smaller.  Turns out that is not the case at all.  We triggered a switch, literally knocking a hole in the containment field of the sun’s fusion furnace.  From a military standpoint we should be proud.  Imagine that: the ant kills tyrannosaurus rex.  But the sun was not our enemy, nor was it our personal waste dump.  It was our life.  A bit late in the game to realize this.  I don’t even know how that makes me feel right now.  You know, this is a totally different death than any we’ve ever experienced as a species.  Until now, one died, a hundred, a million, a couple of billions, but there always was a future to look to, a chance at re-building, a chance to re-create.  Now there is nothing.  This solar system is going to be slagged.  Nothing left, nothing at all.”

“How do I tell this to the nation?  What’s my position now?  Should I just go home and forget I was even here, ever a president?  Does anything mean anything?  How much time do they give us?”

“It’s an exponential factor.  They’re working on the math but it’s all new to them.  Probably not very long because of increasing solar radiation.  The heat is about to vaporize the atmosphere and we’ll soon be exposed to solar storms, winds and flares.  They estimate that the earth will be a scorched ball of rock within four to eight years.”

“No chance at all to cut our losses and run, hm?”  He looks at his secretary with a thin, bitter smile.

“None, it’s over.”

The man’s shoulders sagged completely.  “Thanks James.  You should go home now.”