I woke to the words, “That’s a nice little mountain.”
Wish I could’ve seen it. Someone creating mountains in the ethers?
Wasn’t it said Jesus created and moved mountains? What’s happening?
I did a tarot reading last night. King of Swords, as Lion, delivering punishment for all the wrong doing. Check it out! It’s amazing how everything seems to tie in together.
Its as if they were all trying to tell us something. There most have been a mass awareness of the ways in which each human could go. As if it were simply common knowledge. So what was this choice.
I contend, the force behind technocracy scientism and artificial intelligence is the same as it was back then. The very same. But back then it was not harnessed because the people inherently knew the threat. They made the conscious decision to choose nature and each other over the grand isolation device.
Choosing nature makes you co-dependant to nature, to your body and discovering purpose by way of introspection. Choosing technology makes you co-dependant on an electronic oracle who taunts you with listless treasures of impermanence. Sacrificing your chance to fully connect with your entire self for clicks views or “investment opportunities” .
When we go inside, we feel, when we place the self outside we witness. It all stems from that, being a by-standard in a projected reality instead of being a co-creator in a physical complex of immersion. You either rise and toil for what a body needs and feel the energy transfer, or you transfer your energy to something that harvests it for momentary reward.
I believe the reward of a life well lived, is a connection to all that is becomes so visceral, so meaningful and tangeble that you dedicate your life force to nurturing it forward at each turn. When we dedicate our life to the simple path, we seek to use our cunning to outwit our neighbor, that we may appear to be more than they.
I think they saw back then this future, and just chose to use their consciousness to make common good, which makes common ease. We all garden, no one is hungry. We all build as a team, the work is quickly completed. Many hands makes light work. But now we compete for digital proof of our value, digital proof of meaning and digital proof of truth. Yet we seem further from truth than ever I can remember.
Truth is felt. It is experienced from an attachment, not imposed by a leadership model, or filtered by a elite class of chosens to be installed into reality. Truth is a hard work relationship with time, and only becomes fulfilling as ease from said work comes into place.
If you master deception, and are chosen to have many asset because of your dedication, all your allowed is to watch your fellow human being suffer on the street corner as you tighten the window. Effort therefore becomes a willingness to ignore the reality of trajectory, and as such pass by those who succumb to limit.
I am pretty sure this is foundational to the warning. For what good is wealth when you must swim in suffering to have it? What good is a palacial estate, if you require teems of security to defend it. Then you are not free, you have chosen the path that requires you secure your station, and thus forgo the rights common people share.
Now we tip into quantum reality generators and deep fakes and realistic voice models. To what end? to sacrifice our inner genius, our inner beauty to something mechanical? What then, but we loose any access to truth to meaning and to sovereignty. How do we then know what we are living, other than living to feed that machine.
A life on earth is a spiritual journey, rich with discovery’s. Rich with deep encounters, sunsets, dancing diamonds on crystal clear waters. Warmth, hugs, love making. BEing vulnerable and then becoming strong. Being broken by the world, and then becoming invincible. This can not be done within a virtual environment, for that is fleeting and tethered to a cord or signal.
You are already in the signal from birth, you just have to choose nature. You have to stop running to being entertained and devote yourself to physical effort to provide tangible quality to living. If you take the easy path, your most likely to worship your captor. Should you choose to simply give effort into the living world, you will each day arrive at new deeper gifts. Gifts that you carry beyond this lifetime, but pass effortlessly to the future generations.
That’s the two paths. But remember, nature always provides trails in-between them. You just have to leave the established road for the one less traveled. They are harder, more steep and rocky, and often leave you wondering if you can make it. You can, trust me.
I embrace the strangeness of this new experience. Even though it challenges my beliefs about self, I open to it and expand.
I am a Sacred Being crafted by the hand of Universal Creator, and I also create.
I am exotic, unusual, and sometimes eccentric and even seen as a little bizarre. I make peace with this.
I let strange beauty happen through me in creative flow.
I release any fixed ideas I may have about the way things “should” be.
I free-fall into life. The old way is on its way out.
I accept into my life something new and beautiful, it is coming soon.
I leave my historical lessons behind, retaining only knowledge gained. I have outgrown old ways of navigating this life.
My dreams CAN become reality.
I stay grounded.
I remain patient as I contemplate new opportunities. A change for the better is taking place.
I heed the lessons offered by my shadow self. I do not deny this aspect of Me.
I know love can give rise to great destruction, and hate can inspire great acts of love.
I am not a victim. I remain humble. I forgive those who’ve harmed me.
I am open to wisdom and insights from my elders.
I know what it is like to experience unreliability. I nurture its polarity in my life. I stick to tasks until they are complete. I work to make it interesting and stave off boredom.
I allow my dreams to become reality.
I believe a new and better life is coming to me.
I am blessed as I enter this new cycle of transformation. I am on a path of self-discovery in every moment.
I stay present.
I do not construct a story around it.
I allow the experience to be “uncovered”.
Patiently I move into the new, I’m finally seeing things as a whole. A clear perspective of what is happening in my life arrives.
In my heart, I am peace. I seek the highest good.
I am a Giver of Love. I am an extension of that One, infinite Giver of Love.
The imagination is the bridge we build so that higher beings can get to us. I am not afraid to build a good one.
I am not afraid to let Infinite Love to take form according to my desires. I ask the Giver of Love to embody before me as a person with whom I can relate. I embody the Giver of Love within me.
I seek a way to manifest my souls desire for new meaning and a more nurturing and fulfilling life-style.
“You are, and always have been, the fulcrum point. The point of energetic leverage between the vision of the future that they want, and the vision of the future that you want.
The hardest thing for you to right now is to Stop being a point of leverage for them, And start being a point of leverage for you.
If you can figure out how to do that, like we all are, then we can change the outcome.
We can amplify the field to generate the reality that WE believe is possible.
Not the one that they feed you, every single day on the tv and computer.
Well you can tell everyone I’m a down disgrace Drag my name all over the place I don’t care anymore
You can tell everybody ’bout the state I’m in You won’t catch me crying ’cause I just can’t win I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore, d’you hear?
I don’t care what you say I don’t play the same games you play
‘Cause I’ve been talking to the people That you call your friends And it seems to me there’s a means to an end They don’t care anymore
And as for me I can sit here and bide my time I got nothing to lose if I speak my mind I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say We never played by the same rules anyway
I won’t be there anymore Get out of my way Let me by I got better things to do with my time I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore I don’t care anymore
Well, I don’t care now what you say ‘Cause every day I’m feeling fine with myself And I don’t care now what you say Hey, I’ll do alright by myself ‘Cause I don’t
‘Cause I remember all the times I tried so hard And you laughed in my face ’cause you held the cards I don’t care anymore
And I really ain’t bothered what you think of me ‘Cause all I want of you is just to let me be I don’t care anymore Do you hear, I don’t care no more
I don’t care what you say I never did believe you much anyway
I won’t be there no more So get out of my way Let me by I got better things to do with my time I don’t care anymore Do you hear, I don’t care anymore I don’t care no more You listening? I don’t care no more No more
Oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah
You know I don’t care no more Don’t care no more No more, no more, no more Don’t care no more No more, no more
No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more No more, no more
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Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere Angel Come get up, my baby Look at that sky, life’s begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up, my baby
There’s my baby, lost that’s all Once I’m begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Last night they loved you Opening doors and pulling some strings Angel Come get up, my baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come get up, my baby
I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years Gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Some of these days, and it won’t be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don’t cry, my sweet, don’t break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe, oh Lord I believe all the way Come get up, my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
There’s my baby, lost that’s all Once I’m begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up, my baby
Don’t let me hear you say life’s taking you nowhere Angel Come get up, my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
I’ll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years Nothing’s gonna touch you in these golden years Gold
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And from the earth there will spring forth a terrible brood of beings, a brood of automata of an order of existence lying between the mineral and the plant kingdoms, and possessed of an overwhelming power of intellect.
This swarm will seize upon the earth, will spread over the earth like a network of ghastly, spider-like creatures, of an order lower than that of plant-existence, but possessed of overpowering wisdom. These spidery creatures will be all interlocked with one another, and in their outward movements they will imitate the thoughts that men have spun out of the shadowy intellect that has not allowed itself to be quickened by the new form of imaginative knowledge by Spiritual Science. All the thoughts that lack substance and reality will then be endowed with being.
The earth will be surrounded — as it is now with air and as it sometimes is with swarms of locusts — with a brood of terrible spider-like creatures, half-mineral, half-plant, interweaving with masterly intelligence, it is true, but with intensely evil intent. And in so far as man has not allowed his shadowy intellectual concepts to be quickened to life, his existence will be united not with the Beings who have been trying to descend since the last third of the nineteenth century [angels from higher spheres], but with this ghastly brood of half-mineral, half-plantlike creatures. He will have to live together with these spider-like creatures and to continue his cosmic existence within the order of evolution into which this brood will then enter.
Self-assembling robot swarms are already being developed at MIT and elsewhere. Once miniaturized and given their own CPU, memory, and wireless, they can become a form of distributed AI computing that gets more powerful the bigger the swarm. Also see:
Steiner said the War of All Against All would happen around the end of the 20th century. We’re still on that trajectory with transhumanism, AI, and egotism on the upswing. But it’s also a sifting, with those who keep their inner light becoming the Noahs of this apocalypse.
What need not be forgotten is that in Steiner’s view everything of the material world is an expression of something spiritual. Therefore any type of AI super intelligence would be the material manifestation of a great evil spiritual being.
The AI technology in that respect would then only be a instrument by which a malevolent entity would have access to work upon the world. Just as our brains are a physical manifestation used by the spirit as a sort of keyboard.