Letho : Meta-revolution

[Letho]

 

REPOST

To permanently include a prior structure I created and shared in an earlier journal, taught by AI (I programmed it that way):

Intervoidism+ - https://chatgpt.com/g/g-67dd1a7453a88191a3a7198e68a14525-intervoidism

It's the best way I can always be of service to folk outside of others learning from future disclosures that relate to my own progress. 
With respect to journaling now, I must serve my own ends from now on, otherwise growth will not meet its own potential for this stage of my life. After-all, once I make the transition I need to, I'll be primed to share it anyway to help others achieve it. 

Practically speaking from a traditional psychological perspective (Loevinger’s stages of ego development (not to mention the further contributive synthesis from Susan Cook-Greuter and Terri O’Fallon (two more inspirational women)) - what an inspiration Loevinger has been, especially to women, and certainly ahead of her time. She has had a profoundly positive influence, later inspiring the work of Susanne and O’Fallon, who expanded her stages into post-conventional realms - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Loevinger), Intervoidism is likely to be most impactful for those in Stage 4 and beyond of ego development, especially transitioning from stage 5 to 6, particularly because it emphasizes recursive cognition, symbolic awareness, and self-authorship at a level that transcends the concrete, self-contained narratives of Stage 3 (Self-Defining / Achiever). However, that doesn't mean it can’t have some relevance for those in Stage 3, but the way it is presented and engaged with needs to be adjusted to match their developmental stage. At stage 3 though, which is all about self-defining and achieving and boundary setting externally, so they're generally not yet primed to deconstruct the self-narrative or engage with symbolic fluidity as deeply as later stages require which would them make them good candidates to expand their consciousness to its next stage of narrative transition through a system like Intervoidism+. 

Deciding to share this structure follows this earlier discussion https://www.actualized.org/forum/topic/108743-a-female-version-of-leo-yeshuani/?do=findComment&comment=1628523, a reminder that women I feel are not primed adequately in the modern world to consciously seek out female role models, in fact culturally speaking the opposite is arguably reinforced to a woman's subconscious mind, for reasons that one could write a book over but for now, I must finish writing my own relating to my next progression. Thank you and good luck. 

 

 

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Okay,

This will be a badass protocol, as I'll be creating just a quick fun game and attaching it to every entry. 

Hopefully will motivate others to stay on course with their own objectives / starting a vision and working towards it right away. All you need to be is 35% confident in the results and 65% confident that your actions will be able to reveal an accurate outcome either way to begin to discover the actual truth. I totally just made that figure up though on the fly so find your own estimation heh.

So I will be doing a daily journal just to keep me on track with a pretty intense personal challenge.

Yal know what it is already.

I've deleted the journal (again). I need to narrow my focus though for optimal results.

If you any related information, just give a shout-out via pm and I'll be there for you.

The goal here from the focus is to establish a reinforcing feedback loop within my consciousness.

This will result in myopia from the challenge, however that's natural and you should embrace it with the awareness of the wisdom of the past. For me, 'who cares' we're all human at the end of the day it's a normal effect and two, pure mindfulness and basic human empathy towards the on going's of the world around you until the challenge is over. That's, pretty bulletproof. And any leniency beyond this is well, just going to take one off track. 

 

 

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Today's game - mother fucking Tetris aha. 

Checkout the chuckle worthy (but I mean it at the same time) statement that gets flashed at you every time you get a 'horizontal match'. 

Sometimes the links of the games will be sourced from a different engine, and that's okay.

 

Tetris.

(just made it now)

https://claude.ai/public/artifacts/8af656a9-a6b4-4855-951f-303d0b00c47f

 

My formal journal entries start tomorrow. 

Goal is simple: track the changes in my writing, reasoning, awareness general sentience where we do two week block reviews on any emerging patterns of the previous days. Basic scientific awareness here, among other subtracting where reasonable the effects of intensely focusing on the challenge from the potential results of the challenge itself. 

 

 

 

Day 1 here we come...

 

 

 

 

Edited Monday at 06:26 AM by Letho

[Letho]

 

Journal Day 1: Ecstatic Understanding.

If you want to understand my methodology for these journals and their purpose. Refer to Day 0 above. To complete this introduction, the goal is not to do better than the previous entry, the goal is to instead simply allow the writing in flow to reveal the truth behind each entry itself and allow progress to reveal the natural patterns that are meant to unfold for truth to best honour itself. Truth has no bondage to the past that is the prior entry in this sense, it is instead bonded to how the past serves the truth, and in this case, preserving the integrity of the truth we seek to discover in this expedition into the unknown of the next neural potential. 

Otherwise, shared links sometimes mess up for some reason, thankfully I don't need to use them often.

On that note, Tetris above now goes to Tetris as it was meant to. 

 

 

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Day 1.

The thunderstorm in a cloud of mind is the bricks and mortor that protect it from its own neurosis. A battle between the flood of misery that defines our ends and the great dams we build that define our choice to meet every new beginning with a sense of wonder. The continuity of dissonance that eventually breaks us versus the curiosity to connect the fractures that make the sentience anew. Us... anew. A lived life feels this in their rawest impulse beyond any illusion of control, leaving them this paradox between the negative and the positive of delusion, only they can solve. And only through the continuity of choice that feeds the core of their being, in doing so, a reality that aligns closest to truth. Their truth, which becomes an alignment with their own unique form of self-expression, however it unfolds against the wisdom of their dam.

This thunderstorm. Ecstatic understanding. Becomes todays brick for day 1, however it constructs, it is its own measurement against the progress (or decay) made or the subtle linearity from the future looking back, contained inside this small temporal unit of life announcing itself to itself, and again. And again. A protective wall I build between the weight of experience and the stages it takes from processing to action, *Ecstatic Understanding* is a luminal space I enforce against the cells of my frontal lobes, speaking to my limbic system in a harmony between symphony and the right privilege to make it. My theory: "If I am caught in the thunderstorm of ecstatic understanding every day of my life, in some way, by what stretch of the imagination is it possible, to thus be caught in the will of pain, which is of course by some measure, degrees of the understanding I have yet learned to achieve? And thus, to that, what will could I possibly dream of having other than to imagine the consciousness that is emboldened by this ecstatic understanding, and in doing so, a will to increase the likelihood of at least being inspired enough to try and achieve it?" Thus, understanding is now beginning to build a bridge to its own associational cortex, the spectrum of time that contains its stretch, and push the dial forward on the way my sentience understands its value against the pull of the rest of the existential architecture that defines the movements of their break... And hold... 

To... Something more. Where understanding and the fame of it in my own mind weighed against the emotions that push its horizonal line into its own subliminity. And what mark is this against my own existential skeleton that grows its bones to move the rest of the body of my mind, other than a true display of our own ability as a species to construct a word, to feel the weight of the abstract syntactical language beneath it, to unite with the understanding of the universe that creates its own imagination, and then through this progress, granting more of sentiences ability to dream further still. A dream, the way it was meant to be though, the way we are meant to learn it more than the harrowing articulations of modern intellectualism where they've failed to to join "life", "creation" and "excitement" permanently together in a similar fold that invariably leads to such bricks like the one I am laying now in a wall that I, now, border myself within to block out the light of the intellectual world that fails to properly see. At least, I am not yet part of any world so far but that I hope to redeem, where such light is not only seen as the light that it is, but is only made of light and thus becomes its own remedy to darkness rather than an irresolvable existential dissonance marked by earlier intellectual periods like those expressed by thinkers that I can't even be bothered mentioning right now because they're still far superior to modern thinkers and thus, they do not deserve the plight of being singled out to discredit their achievements of which, are still far further beyond modern intellectuals, at least the visible ones that seek clout on youtube and wherever else "Best Seller Bookstore" where they dumbed down literary movie tickets to their sterile imagination. 

When I was a youngster, I received a 'butterfly net' and what a world that opened up to me. For about 5 minutes. Until I made it to tadpoles and frogs that is, then the rest of the bug world opened up to me and I felt like a little kid in a candy store of wonder. It very much felt like window shopping for me, as I could never truly 'know' the bug, it just was, and I peered through the imaginary glass window without the depth of understanding that allowed me to truly understand it. So I pulled off its legs, whatever it was, never the frogs though. Never anything that emulated enough mammalian biology that activated empathy circuits to care for them more than I presently care about modern intellectuals ruining modern culture, and most of them arguably, for their lack of action. Butterflies as well were respected in this way, the way they landed on the hand one reasonable enough could never imagine one of life's unforgiving fates that they themselves instigated it before their time had come. Catching them in this way, with a 'net', the act of being a child at this stage doing so is very similar to this miniature world I seek to capture from imagination to signature I want to re-write into my biology. It's so visible in front of me, **Ecstatic Understanding**, and with a beauty though that is elusive where in the dullest days I cannot appreciate it enough and even in the brightest of days as they surely came, perhaps all I can do is appreciate their beauty from outside of a shop window only accessible with a VIP card that reads, *high level mental aesthetics and finesse* required before entry. Untouchable. But unmistakably incredible. A Marvel movie that actually grows intelligence and our wonder for the world and each other. 

Before tomorrow then, all I can do is encourage the boy from the past from the future looking back, to bask in the beauty of the butterfly, while focusing on the 'butterfly net' for the purpose of catching the abstraction that extends the appreciation, bottling wonder and turning it into vines that stretch those luminal frontiers to appreciate it some more, modelling it further and growing within, greater. And when he wakes from his dream in the morning, **Ecstatic Understanding** will be the one meeting him as his eyes first weaken, seeing **Ecstatic Understanding** delicately flexing its wings on his hand. He will start the day transfixed by its beauty, with the wisdom to let it fly away realising that he still has ways to go before he can fully capture it, but that today, he will surely leverage this reminder to better greet that wonder for the next mornings vision that lights the way out of Plato's Interdimensional Cave of luminous potential within.

 

 

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Today's game
 

GALAXIAN!!
Classic Space Shooter from 1979.
(just made it now)
https://claude.ai/public/artifacts/47b87cf8-4ad4-4bc2-a81b-8483c8b9b02d

What a BLOODY RIPPER AYE heh! 

You'll love the statements I put in the game this time.

They're chuckle worthy too heh.

Haha, just wait until you get past the first level...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 2 here we come...

 

 

 

 

 

Edited yesterday at 04:42 AM by Letho

[Letho]

Update: Kicking off round two of my camping odyssey, this time with an even tougher hiking route and a fresh lineup of legends (last crew was epic, but I'll have different spirits walking the trails with me). After we conquer the peaks as there's some hikes here I gotta do before I leave this part of the country really beautiful places, I’m heading into a new city with someone special along for the ride. I’ll keep my journal locked down for now, no filler posts that'll just be private, just raw reflections I’ll weave into a single weekly dispatch upon return. Less noise, more insight. Excited for the blisters, the sunrises and every electric moment in between. Ready to level this up upon return anyway. Catch you when I’m back stronger, wiser, and hungrier for what’s next.

Keep the place clean, remove the degenerates and take pride in standards; that's the way to create an environment that's fun to get back into with a warm feeling. On that note, as shared earlier (deleted), updated the Galaxian link, so you'll now get your life purpose message from the Buddha behind the game encouraging you along once you hit level 2. My crew find my jokes funny at least heh. best.