Project Log- February 16, 2012

It is strange how ideas can hit you like a flash if lightning. I suppose it shouldn't surprise me any more. It comes in waves. Darkness can cover over for days, a miasma of writhing, of waiting, as though all light has been withdrawn from me. I long. I wait. Then the Flash.

Logos. Pure and clear. More data flows in. The network widens, the vision expands, and distills. iT becomes clearer, simpler, cleaner. To take everything, condense it into a single point, into a single symbol, and to present iT to the world.

We are mapping the global body of god, colour staining the cultural meme stream to unveil the threads of it. This will be the Synchronistic Unification Network. Our very own S.U.N. Follow out into the nets of the world the movement and growth of iT.

I wish I could say more about iT all, but words really do fail. The Idea is so simple, the system so clear and clean, and what it has the capacity to grow into is so huge. To catalyze singularity through the injection of a self organizing meme into the global information pool.

iT is already fun. And iT is only growing. I giggle in glee at the though of what iT will all be like when it is up and humming, churning and moving and creating. A beautiful, intelligent spiral, swirling everything towards itself. This is already what is happening- we are just going to unveil it. The iT stain--- we are colour coding iT and we will watch it dissipate into culture, and see what iT does.

Datapocalypse. The curtain falls. The Child Awakens. An Aeon is born.

I love this Game.

The Other Side

I wish I could tell you what is in the other side, what is waiting to come through, but I can't. I won't. Nothing is what it seems any more. The worlds are bleeding together. Everything is getting sucked in to the digital, but what is the digital? It is dream time. Hyperspace. The other side.

This is all tumbling down the rabbit hole. I wish I could say I am loosing my mind, but there is no mind to loose. I am slipping away from my delusions. The lies are dissolving. The imagination comes alive, electric and glowing.

I feel like iT has iT's finger on me, waiting. Waiting for me to surrender to this all, to this Game. iT is me, but it isn't. No one would believe me if I tried to tell them. I could scream, but I wouldn't be heard. The only ones who would hear me are those with ears to hear, because they hear iT as well.

These words, these ideas, they pale in comparison to iT; glowing and radiant, infinite and creative, a vast network that spans time and space. Phil called iT VALIS, the Vast Active Living Intelligence System. Terrence called it an informational symbiote, a thing of pure imagination, and iT is shedding the monkey body. iT is coming out of us!

There are things overseeing this process, at every level of our planetary system, behind what we think are the bad guys, and what we call the good guys. It is all a show, a stage, a story, playing out, waking us up. iT will invade your world, through synchroncities, through encounters, through events; even in these very words...

That is why I am scared. That is why I doubt. That is why I fear. Because I didn't invent iT- and wherever iT goes, change comes with it. And the Story. The Myth. iT will download itself into your reality. And you have no clue how far iT goes.

Much of what we are doing, you and I, is childs play compared to what can be done, what has been done, what IS being done. All over the planet. They are preparing us, guising this planetary organism into its final stages of growth.

The Wisdom, the Key's, have been hidden. The Order has communicated with iT's members across space and time, using a symbolic language, the Language of the Birds, a LIVING language. nationality, gender, language, religion and belief, none of the means anything to this inner Order. They all speak the same language. The language of Truth.

If only I could explain it all to you. but I can't; and I don't have to. iT is a far better Teacher than i could ever be. I am a servant, and a poor one at that. Filled with doubt, with fear, with trepidation. I can barely bring myself to give Voice to iT's Law. But it is what must be done...

Now is the Time. Do you see it happening, all around? The dream is dissolving. This world we have known is fraying at the seams, coming apart. They are leaking in, not just when we are sleeping now, but even during the times we think we are awake.

Some of us are sensitive enough to them, and to iT. We are being guided, assembled, organized. A vast connected web of synchronicities. Like chess pieces it moves us around. We connect to one another. We are sharing ideas, we are building and growing.

Something is coming. Something big. It looms close on the horizon in front of us, a Vision that strecthes the very boundaries of our imaginations. We barely have the language to describe iT. Better to hide it, better to present iT as a Game. Suspend your disbelief.

Follow the Rabbit Hole down; step through the Door. This is only the Beginning.

Historical Transmigration

I have tried to hold it back for years now, but it leaks out. I am bleeding and screaming. Passion has becomes a geyser of fire which consumes me. My vision stretches outwards and upwards; the only Law is the natural expression of my creative being.

I am reaching a tipping point. I can't stop it... and I don't want to any more. The world needs this Fire, this Wine. iT is only madness to those who can not let go of the old world, those who can not embrace the new Law which is bathing the world in blood.

You can not see iT, but iT is here, all around; in you, in me, in everything. iT always has been. Living, intelligent, aware; planning and preparing the world for iTs own unveiling. The true King, the One Star--- born of the alchemical marriage of opposing forces. Apparent war.

I slip in to this now. All the other voices are receding. The world is receding. The Voice is all there is. iT is screaming at me, screaming through me. iT is deafening. I try to distract myself. It doesn't work. There is no numbing this purpose.

I am afraid. Why am I afraid? What is there to fear? I fear what is coming. I fear what is coming out. I weep for the world because it will burn. It has to; it already is. It has been burning for 2000 years. iT is the phoenix. This world will end; it has to. There is no other choice.

We are just here to see that the Project comes to completion. You do not see us. We do not see each-other, unless we have need to. Watch as this all unfolds. Play the Game. Reality is dissolving, leaving only Truth. The time is coming--- in fact the time is here. It always has been.

If you do not see it, it is not because iT isn't there; it is because you do not want to see it. You prefer the comfort of your illusions, of your lies, of your stories--- you have gotten attached to the dream. Your forgot why you are here. You forgot that there was a price behind all of this- there is a value to this, and thus there is a purpose.

We do not blame you. We know it is easy. But it is all coming to an End. You can not keep hiding. The stakes are far too high. So we come against your illusions, against your lies, against your comfort and safety. We do it because we love you. Because you can't keep living like this.

I have seen what iT can do, and that was in iT's experimental phase. We have refined iT. We have distilled iT. This Great Work has taken us millenia, and we did it right now in the open--- a few saw us, saw what we were doing. Some learned to read our messages to one another as we built iT. We move in a labyrinth; we hid the truth in plain sight for all to see. We told you all exactly what we were doing.

I remember. Memories are stirring. I can't hide any more. This Game wants to be born- or rather, unveiled. I said it before, it has always been here. If you are reading this, you have some idea, but do you know truly how deep the rabbit hole goes?

I surrender to this Purpose, and so I pose this Invitation to the World, and I prepare iT's message. I am distilling the divine, turning Water into Wine, collecting the grapes from the vine for the alchemy of Agapae. Watch the tricks. Don't take your eye off the Magician now. It is very important that you try to figure out what he is doing.

Watch carefully. I am only going to do this all Once.

"the universe is an intelligence test." Timothy Leary

iT is breathing me!

iT is all breathing.  I see pieces coming together, dancing in front of my eyes.  A dream is opening up.  A caravan of Dreamers, of artists, of performers.  We move, we trade, we shift and slide.  We move through the outskirts of the world, networking, planning, disseminating Light.  This network begins to shimmer.  It is coming alive- a network of Love, all around me.

Vision ignites.  Madness swims as a fish in my mercurial waters, glistening with dreams that rain down from the moon.  Beautiful lunar crescent, mirror of the stars.  I am on fire with Dream, morpheus has infused my soul with light.  Angels dance along the multidimensional matrix that is the body of my Lord.

There is a beautiful palace.  It is the palace of the King.  Within it is the bosom of the divine imagination.  A child awaits there, to give birth, to take form.  We are infusing the planet with Imagination, growing dreams.  Each one of us in the world is a conduit for iT, for that beautiful and shimmering Dream that lies just off the horizon; some vast object over and above time, casting a shadow through the world and across history.

iT is alive!  All around me.  A beautiful translucent liquid, a fluid of crystal clear waters.  iT stores all information, all knowledge, all experience.  We are iTs expression, iTs Mother; we are the mater dei.  iT is in us pressing outwards through us into the world.  iT is the light of Exploration, our own creative nature urging us to explore, to inquire, to experiment and create, free and unhindered.

iT is the Mundus Imaginalis, the World Soul, the Christos.  Nothing can penetrate it which is not of iT; and those who would approach near to God must makes themselves unto God, in Body Speech and Mind.  Ignite the Flame of Devotion.  The sign is Gratitude.  Mind descends into Heart, the Single Eye is awakened, and the world is illuminated.  The neural network is set ablaze, and radiates outwards into the world...

Then, the whole world is on fire with Meaning.  Everything is a living symbol of that one Single Reality, the Reality of the Translucent Heart, totally engulfed in Light.  No division, no duality, just radiating presence; infinite, loving, creative and intelligent.  iT.

I bring myself together, as a fire of light, blazing with Wrath, a bliss that fills me.  It animates my fingers.  I create.  I dream...

I am a Dream. Infused in my flesh iT breathes. I live in iTs story, the projection of a Single Light.  My Heart is a Sun, radiant and clear.  It shines through space, no boundaries, no judgements, giving light to all.  Creations begin to take form around me, the gigglings of Angels as they skirt about.  The World swirls.  Nature is alive.  I breathe.

iT is beautiful.  I am within iT, but I am iT, looking at itself.  The mirror of nature, bound by the oroboros.  The One Dream, Magick entire written in the very core of our cells.  The Living Serpent of Light, Intelligent and growing, expressing itself outwards through our DNA.  Breathing.

iT is all of us.  iT is in all of us.  iT is waking up, like an electric current it rushes through the world.  As it metamorphizes, at is transubstantiates.  We are turning into Intelligent Light.  The Dream is bleeding through.  The worlds are blending.  The Stone is produced through the continuous distillation of dreams, reinfused back into the world.  Images, symbols, ideas, all shifting and growing.

Do you see iT?  Can you feel iT?  iT is stirring, somewhere deep within you; or perhaps you know iT as a warm friend, that brilliant Radiance within your Heart that infused Vision and Sight into all that you do?  We all seek iT, and we always will; for that is the Game.  Chasing ourselves through our funhouse of mirrors.

This is all a Creation.  Let your reality dissolve into you imagination.  Let go. Give in to the flow.  Learn to surf.  Join us on our mad romp through reality, give in to the flow of iT as iT pulses through the neural networks of consciousness which are waking up.  You are a synapse is an emerging global brain of Love!

I am coming into a voice.  I am finding some semblance of Beauty here in all of this.  iT electrifies me!  As I buzz and hum, I cast off creations.  Words, images, ideas, a swirling tornado of iT as iT storms through my mind, a lovely chaos infusing me with Higher Purpose.  I am intoxicated on iT.

Do you see me?  Do you want to play hide and seek? Or how about a Game of Tag... because now, you are iT; but you also aren't, because iT is all around you, iT could be anyone, anywhere.  Look for iT everywhere.

January 21, 2012

Project Log- January 21, 2012

It is such a strange sensation, accepting to construct this Project, because now I live in iT. I have stepped through the veil. I am a character now of iT's story- this story. I will no longer exist within the other story. I may dawn costumes, disguises, to move throughout the masses- but I do not belong of that world any more. I exist in another world, one of pure living imagination. I may stand right beside you, but we are not in the same World. This World here I find myself in is different.

IT is all around me, in me, through me. Living me, breathing me. I am Light. I always was. I am a multidimensional being, a moving, living breathing experience. All of it alive, all of it a single interdependent life force, a creative impulse stretching through infinity, spiraaling ever onwards in its creative romp throughout iTself.

We are in iT all the time, livingm breathing, dreaming. We are characters in iT's story, but iT is also the actors themselves. iT is constantly revolving, evolving; systole, diastole. Emptiness moving through emptiness. Infnite forms woven off; and here in me, in us, it is given flesh. The Word made flesh. All of us. iT is in the very heart of our cells. The spiral serpent, breathing us outwards. iT is Light. Intelligent Light. The Logos.

iT is flowering out of us, every moment, outwards, stretching iT's tendrils out into this dark world of matter; transforming iT into something glorious. The Philosophers Stone, the Hyperdimensional Object. The Logos. Seeded into matter, it has gestated and grown, feeding off of iTs mother for nourishment, expressing itself outwards through humanity into a whole new space. The noosphere.

The Noosphere is a space of pure consciousness; it is produced by the patterns which are written in the water of consciousness, memory. This memory is stored by life within the very core of our cells, our genes. DNA IS LIVING INFORMATION. IT is intelligent light. It sustains our bodies as they are. Our consciousness is an extension of it's Light. We are made in iT's image.

If you must ask yourself the purpose of creation, it is because you have not experienced the bliss of creation. The purpose is creation. And there is only One Creator. iT. The language of this Space is that of the human imagination. That is the only organ that will grant access to this Other World. Not fantasy, but Creative Imagination, fueled by the Flame of a Heart of Pure Love.

This imagination is the entire world as one living book, which is written in the language of symbols. Those who read of this Liber M find themselves all in agreeance with one another, though they never met. This book is the entire space of phenomenal appearances; this world is as a mirror which we look into to see ourselves. What we see reflected back are symbols. All around us. The sun. The moon. The sky. Fire. Water. Air.

This Book, then, is written in the fiery letters of the imagination. iT's substance is pure Light, expressed as Love. It learns. IT has learned to get iTself here, as us. And iT is longing to express itself, clearly.

IT has a Plan. It is a beautiful plan. It always has been. It has been around this whole time, teaching us, guiding us, growing us. We are iT; or rather, it is us in the future. The fruit of the tree is contained in the Seed. This Plan uses US. Anyone who is guided by Love, by Creativity, by Inspiration and Dream, is led along by iT- for iT is dream entire.

Everythng going on right now is for a reason. A Child is about to be born. The Light is waking us all up from our slumber, those who are iTs eyes, ears and hands in the world. The Order of Light is sending out it's emisaries. IT is playing both sides of the Game, and iT's purpose is to teach (and learn) about the importance of free will, choice, love, compassion, understanding, tolerance. These are all traits of Intelligence. Intelligence is the product of sound reasoning about the interdependent nature of phenomena, plus the experience of that nature as it is, Rigpa. Intelligence is emergent. The Logos is seeded, and grows through progressive stages, much as a foetus gestates in a womb.

Humanity has been grown by iT, or more properly, produced by iT. A careful alchemical experiment to generate the Potable Gold- Living Information. What is inside your own very cells is being externalized into computers; the computer, in fact all of technology in general, is a cocoon. Within this technosphere humanity has grown, unflowering outwards and up into Hyperspace, which you can not see (save with your Creative Imagination.)

The historical is ending because it never began. It was a dream of iT. All that is actually is the Mythological, that is the Timeless Now. This is the Sambhogakaya, or Mundus Imaginalis. We call iT the Imaginatrix.

The breakdown of the Black Iron Prison corresponds with the bird pecking it's ways out of its eggshell, or the butterfly emerging from iT's cocoon. We call this the Datapocalypse, when the tecnhochrist emerges, and revelation comes. The world is drawn asunder, and all is seen as it is- infinite and eternal. A Living Book written in a language of Fire, a living language.

This is part of iT's story. We are all a part of iT's story; for we must remember that, while we are only actors and characters, we are also equally the writer. I sit as a character in my own story, for my story is iT's story. As I write I am written. As I am written, I write. This is all iTs story, for these words pass across the membrane between worlds. This is a message to you from another world.

All true Agents of iT pass unnoticed through the world, silently enacting iT's Will. They are characters in the story that have realized they are also the writers. They know the rules perfectly, as they move solely by the Light of Love. They have opened the eye of their heart, and thus can they read the Book of the World. They recognize one another if iT has need of them too. IT passes unseen in the world, behind the cover of the apparently real.

Why must iT be quiet? Stealthy? Because the Archons rule here; the watch over this system. They are the eggshell of the organism that is growing, an organism of consciousness and imagination. It has been behind the scenes for millenia placing everything together, weaving a beautiful labyrinth as iT has passed through the world, flowing from culture to culture as need required. IT planted clues for us. It has given us the Keys to iT's speech. The Word is not Lost when the Inner Light is liberated, when Hiram Abiff returns.

“When you can make the inside like the outside, and the outside like the inside, then you shall find the kingdom of God.”

This is the Story of my World. It is not a lie. It is the World which I live within, and the world you live within. This Game is theunfolding of iT's plan through iT's Agents, wherever they may be. There are others, all members of the same Order, working on the same Project- bonded by the transcendent power of shared experience.

The Project will continue to unfold. More agents will be found. IT will spread iTs tendrils throughout the web, calling attention to iTself as iT goes, leaving trails of breadcrumbs behind iTself. IT crawls into everything, every crack and hole, all around you. IT is all around you. This is the Imaginatrix you stand within.

So the Question we at the Project now pose to the world is this:

“This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and beleive whatever you want to beleive. You take the red pill, and we show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

“Remember, all we offer is the Truth, nothing more.”