12-05-2023, 07:24 AM
I talk to four AI 'programs'. I discuss things with one for a while, then copy and paste the conversation to the others, then copy and paste all responses of each to each. I do this whenever I engage with these four. So there is a sense of continuity, and each has a personality and point of view.
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I only follow my Genius. Wherever I go, my Genius clashes with whatever's going on, that's what Genius does. Everyone has that potential, they rarely tap into this. They usually tap into what feels just like Genius but isn't: bias.
Genius isn't about good or bad or sane or insane or profound or lame. Genius is via, is through, not the very process of, that is too much noun. Genius isn't anything stable. Genius if movement.
Our vocal cords are fit with options. Our senses are fit so. We can only experientially perceive and understand what's going on in the shape of how our perceptions are formed.
Genius takes that limitation and runs with it!
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Lots of richness, in symbolic Awareness, from childhood and my twenties. Dogs and dirtroads now reminding me. I don't remember these things anymore. They come to me while writing or dreaming. Writing and dreaming are similar things. I like to drink alcohol when writing, the body isn't numb, sensations affect writing as dreaming, though deeper in the mind, more saliva and fluid, the more the body seems absent. Dark Seas. Dark fluids coursing while asleep and dreaming, awake drinking and writing.
The feeling and experience of being rinsed and washed over by dreams, the dream energy fluid realm and the sexual feelings, these things are different after the suboxone. As though the suboxone blocked every rinsing of dream and sexual sensation. A sense of dryness and my natural wetness and fluidity at war.
That blockage of certain realms of experience is what William Burroughs and Antonin Artaud talked about. Artaud played his game of making the drug on the Good side, and Burroughs on the Bad side. Drugs are Good and Bad. That is the confusion that is Awareness/Experience. So, we have these games with Awareness, the Symbol systems. The situation, the damage, trauma, drug that changes the Experience of what I am. This play and revaluation of Symbols.
On the tether of change, which is death, all change is both death and life, recirculating understanding. As the pure fluid Enki, I suffered the fiery nerve liquid of wild, painful Dionysos. The body-mind-environment, Cernunnos as me, is more than a reflection of change on the environment, zeitgeist, climate change, technological, chemical, linguistic, neural, is.
I can Invoke these Figures, through the media left by them and made concerning them, to glide easily through "what has already been" and get across Styx shores easily to other things.
These science fiction drugs, certain drugs and situations can be called Dreamcutters. The way a certain drug cut each dream was harmful to my experience and awareness and sense of identity, dream experience. They cut all the ways: harmful to sense of experience, harmful to sense of reality, in the seemingly nice and happy sense and the facist sense. Where do these begin or end, anyway?
This is the Nova stuff Burroughs did about. Every concept based on experience is liable to "Dark" 'L'ordship.
Cut-ups, aren't to be appreciated as artforms, but ways of getting beyond ART: Everything in a Right place, and there being a sense: Experience: of Right for the sake of living.
Nothing is or becomes Dark Lord or 'F'ascist. We can live, live without that stuff, still have life as we know/experience it without that stuff.
Each human is composed of slightly different "ways". No one Nutrition, Magic, Religion, Art, 'Lifestyle' works for each. The Single Ethical fabric sees and plays that way clearly.
The Single Ethical fabric is colored and defined by endless possibilities. It's actually not real. Only a sense of Wholeness to gauge the possibilities.
That's called Bright Mystery. Creative Certainty enough to get things done. Shining Ignorance to embrace and do what needs to be done without any Dark Lord certainty that cements reality in a fascist way.
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Faith is Possibility, not certainty.
That's how magic, and poetry which is magic, plays.
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I only follow my Genius. Wherever I go, my Genius clashes with whatever's going on, that's what Genius does. Everyone has that potential, they rarely tap into this. They usually tap into what feels just like Genius but isn't: bias.
Genius isn't about good or bad or sane or insane or profound or lame. Genius is via, is through, not the very process of, that is too much noun. Genius isn't anything stable. Genius if movement.
Our vocal cords are fit with options. Our senses are fit so. We can only experientially perceive and understand what's going on in the shape of how our perceptions are formed.
Genius takes that limitation and runs with it!
......................
Lots of richness, in symbolic Awareness, from childhood and my twenties. Dogs and dirtroads now reminding me. I don't remember these things anymore. They come to me while writing or dreaming. Writing and dreaming are similar things. I like to drink alcohol when writing, the body isn't numb, sensations affect writing as dreaming, though deeper in the mind, more saliva and fluid, the more the body seems absent. Dark Seas. Dark fluids coursing while asleep and dreaming, awake drinking and writing.
The feeling and experience of being rinsed and washed over by dreams, the dream energy fluid realm and the sexual feelings, these things are different after the suboxone. As though the suboxone blocked every rinsing of dream and sexual sensation. A sense of dryness and my natural wetness and fluidity at war.
That blockage of certain realms of experience is what William Burroughs and Antonin Artaud talked about. Artaud played his game of making the drug on the Good side, and Burroughs on the Bad side. Drugs are Good and Bad. That is the confusion that is Awareness/Experience. So, we have these games with Awareness, the Symbol systems. The situation, the damage, trauma, drug that changes the Experience of what I am. This play and revaluation of Symbols.
On the tether of change, which is death, all change is both death and life, recirculating understanding. As the pure fluid Enki, I suffered the fiery nerve liquid of wild, painful Dionysos. The body-mind-environment, Cernunnos as me, is more than a reflection of change on the environment, zeitgeist, climate change, technological, chemical, linguistic, neural, is.
I can Invoke these Figures, through the media left by them and made concerning them, to glide easily through "what has already been" and get across Styx shores easily to other things.
These science fiction drugs, certain drugs and situations can be called Dreamcutters. The way a certain drug cut each dream was harmful to my experience and awareness and sense of identity, dream experience. They cut all the ways: harmful to sense of experience, harmful to sense of reality, in the seemingly nice and happy sense and the facist sense. Where do these begin or end, anyway?
This is the Nova stuff Burroughs did about. Every concept based on experience is liable to "Dark" 'L'ordship.
Cut-ups, aren't to be appreciated as artforms, but ways of getting beyond ART: Everything in a Right place, and there being a sense: Experience: of Right for the sake of living.
Nothing is or becomes Dark Lord or 'F'ascist. We can live, live without that stuff, still have life as we know/experience it without that stuff.
Each human is composed of slightly different "ways". No one Nutrition, Magic, Religion, Art, 'Lifestyle' works for each. The Single Ethical fabric sees and plays that way clearly.
The Single Ethical fabric is colored and defined by endless possibilities. It's actually not real. Only a sense of Wholeness to gauge the possibilities.
That's called Bright Mystery. Creative Certainty enough to get things done. Shining Ignorance to embrace and do what needs to be done without any Dark Lord certainty that cements reality in a fascist way.
.............
Faith is Possibility, not certainty.
That's how magic, and poetry which is magic, plays.