Matrix, Mootrix, Meatrix…. Butlerian Jihad…
Today’s post is somewhat light and somewhat dark. Somewhat real and somewhat surreal. Somewhat dark and somewhat light.
Fist, I want to introduce those of you who have not read his work, to John Rappoport. Brilliant insights into our increasingly virtual world, where we feel less and less and are told what we should be feeling more and more…
Every time I read one of his articles, I’m reminded of the concept of the Butlerian Jihad from the Dune series, where man finally rebelled against the machines that had taken over their lives (sentient machines that is).
The matrix, it’s everywhere. It Maytricks you. Actually it does trick us, all the time.
From his latest article, entitled:
Virtual life in the future Matrix
From an unfinished novel of mine, The Magician Awakes, here is a State medical doctor instructing his patient: “It’s like a drug, Carl, but we don’t need chemicals. This is electromagnetic adjustment. You want well-being, so you’re going to feel it at the cellular level. Synapse, neuron, transformed. Just relax. No need to do anything. You’ll perceive you’re smaller for a few minutes. It may be unpleasant, but you’ll get used to it. A certain amount of shrinkage is necessary. We’re smoothing away the rough edges. You’ll come back in a marvelous cocoon. You’ll feel supported. Your present sense of isolation will disappear. We can delete that. You’ll see Wisdom all around you. Things as they are will make more sense to you than they ever have. You see, in World One, the world you’re in right now, desire always leads to suffering, as the Buddha taught. In World Two, where you’re going in a few seconds, there is no desire. You’re liberated.”
The dynamics of mind control in a pleasure-oriented society are built on channeling pleasure and making it more absorbing. The “shrinkage,” as mentioned above, doesn’t have to be radical because people have already brought it on themselves. They’ve glued themselves solidly to the five senses.
Past and present US military experiments, using electromagnetic stimulation, to create soldiers who can function at high levels over an extended period on very little sleep, are just the rough beginnings of a technology that will be applied to civilian life.
What is the best antidote to the addiction to virtual experience?
The designers of the dystopian future are enlisting a small fragment of a human being’s imagination to put him in an externally fashioned simulation.
“Give us just a bit of your imagination, and we’ll do the rest for you.”
What’s called the suspension of disbelief in the theater is an imaginative act on the part of the audience: “Yes, what’s on the stage is real. Yes, I’m here and I’m involved.”
This is a clue to the titanic force that inherently exists in every human. Already, in 2013, we see it massively sacrificed on the altar of entertainment. They give us drama and we buy it.
As opposed to inventing realities ourselves, full-bore.
Imagination creates reality. The only question is: whose?
Reality in modern civilization is a straight psyop. It surrounds us, even though the technology, by future standards, is primitive.
The hook has been sunk; it needs to be removed.
The psyop says: “Experience THIS; feel it; then ask yourself whether you have the power to invent a more convincing world; the answer is no, isn’t it; so just sit back, relax, and take it all in; you can’t approach what we can do for you.”
The stakes are high. If you believe you can’t exceed the power of the Reality Manufacturing Company, if you keep postponing the day when you become the artist beyond and against the System, then you’re already prepped for the simulacra of the virtual future.
The world is largely populated by the “IS” PEOPLE. These are the humans who accept and surrender, on many levels, to what already exists, without realizing that it comes to them as a package.
Here is the conclusion to the above section of The Magician Awakes:
“At his post-treatment checkup, the doctor asked Carl, “How are you adapting to the changes? Any problems?”
“Everything’s good, Doc,” Carl said. “I had headaches, but they went away after a week or so. I can look at things longer now. Do you know what I mean? I can sit and watch a flower for an hour and it doesn’t make me jittery. I could never do that before. The only thing I notice is that the birds don’t sing.”
“Yes,” the doctor said, “we’re working on that. It’s apparently a cross-canceling sequence in the software.”
“As I told you, you’re in World Two now. It’s a different landscape. It looks exactly like World One, but your responses are linked to it.”
“You mean it’s a single loop?”
“I wouldn’t put it exactly that way, Carl, but yes. The world comes to you in a way you’re prepared for. We’ve achieved an integration, an overall connection.”
“What was happening in World One then?”
“Well, in that situation, there was disharmony. It was basically caused by what you wanted. What you wanted and what the world was were out of sync. We’re teachers of acceptance. But we can back it up with science. We can give acceptance to you.”
“So I’m good?”
“Yes, you’re good. You’re in a state of equilibrium now. For the first time in your life. This is what seekers have been after, for thousands of years. This is what the sages spoke of.”
“When will the birds sing?” Carl asked.
“A few months. That’s what we’re hoping. We’re working on it.”
“I especially like the mockingbirds.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll sing.”
For a moment, Carl thought he should feel sad about the mockingbirds, but he didn’t. Sadness wasn’t there. He went to the old place to find it, but it was gone.
“As you know, Doc,” Carl said, “I was a sculptor.”
“Yes, Carl, we know. We’ve seen your studio. People have been there. They cleared the place out.”
Carl thought this might be shocking, but he didn’t feel shocked.
“You don’t need to worry,” the doctor said. “You would have gotten rid of all that work yourself. It was a reflection of your dissatisfaction. All that’s gone now.”
“Yes,” Carl said. “It is gone.”
He felt a wave of relief. A burden had flown away.
Read the rest here… Virtual life in the future Matrix
And then the light/dark, funny/not reality of our times, meat the mootirx…..
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Back-pedaling into the future,
I remain…. without a CARE 😉