Medical School Journal

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Intermission.

My head. Not my body. 

 

The first step of a series in sharing and reinforcing of each stage of the technique. The Intermission until the rest are completed by the end of the night. Each song is very carefully considered. This technique, surrounds the development of “Intentional Agency”. This playlist is devoted to its full disclosure in practice.

 

 

Disclaimer: I am not yet a medical, counselling, psychology or psychiatric professional, so with my personal gratitude, please be responsible with all decisions you make following my shares. Thank you and best wishes.

Edited February 8 by oOo

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8 hours ago, oOo said:

Intermission.

My head. Not my body. 

 

The first step of a series in sharing and reinforcing of each stage of the technique. The Intermission until the rest are completed by the end of the night. Each song is very carefully considered. This technique, surrounds the development of “Intentional Agency”. This playlist is devoted to its full disclosure in practice.

 

 

Disclaimer: I am not yet a medical, counselling, psychology or psychiatric professional, so with my personal gratitude, please be responsible with all decisions you make following my shares. Thank you and best wishes.

I have now added step 2. Memory to the playlist (starting with “1. Awareness”) directly above.

“2. Memory” took me 6 straight hours.

What I thought was going to take me just a few days or so has now become a month long project. 

The first two steps of the project above, “1. Awareness” and “2. Memory”, are done so freaking good that I may as well turn the project into a masterpiece, which arguably, it already completely shows the signs of becoming.

I was just planning on translating the technique I made on developing intentional agency and research I’d completed into an essay around it. Now, it’s become so much more, and will be far more useful to myself and others if I just take my time with it.

I will add two more steps/songs to the playlist by the end of the week, I just want to spend hours and hours refining my reflections on the nuances of the words to get it all right. Maybe we’ll have less/more than ten vocalised songs by the end of the month to finalise the project which will include both:

(1) the essay around the technique

(2) the 50+ research studies I have completed to give credit to my work.

Let’s see what March 1st reveals. But yeah, this is a completed project that will be valuable to me for the entire rest of the year.

The playlist may not work properly so I will just share the second step/song here, likely need to take it off unlisted will see later:

 

 

Disclaimer: I am not yet a medical, counselling, psychology or psychiatric professional, so with my personal gratitude, please be responsible with all decisions you make following my shares. Thank you and best wishes.

 

Edited February 8 by oOo
Tested. Yeah turns out “Unlisted” playlists don’t work on site.

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Preface: Thank you in advance for not commenting on my journal.
 

I’ll drop something July 1st thereabouts.

If anything I create thats more than a paragraph is going to be called AI, or scrutinised as such, worse if it’s reflective of the bottom of the barrel concerning my cognitive effort… and while jet lagged, under-slept, it’s better to just post publicly when I feel much less emotional investment in the sharing itself. 

Initially a branch-off from my two (one is quoted) comments here:

Ha! No hard feelings on my end, it’s economics.

Welcome the dystopia with open arms otherwise you’ll become too frustrated and become its own example. Simply continue to make calculated moves to your next strategic intersection.

I hope I haven’t disappointed anyone with the lack of April 1st release, you just gotta see it from my perspective. It’s simply not smart anymore to invest effort when the environment is going down this kind of momentum. When I share, people can just call it AI, and I won’t care. This is the end of my journaling I guess, ha. 

I promise to share July, but the series likely stops there onto something else related to helping me in my studies (as that’s what this series on the mappings of consciousness was mostly going to be about), so I no longer have the emotional investment into the sharing itself given the trajectory of where things are likely heading now.

To ensure after my break this doesn’t happen again, I’ll avoid the rest of the forum as intended so I don’t get hung up on anything external to my own personal activity.

Heck, if I only stick to the journal section for my entire reading I’ll have a positively distorted perception on the progress of the site and maybe thats a good thing heh!

Heh, you kiddos will be fine. I’ll clean up my journal anyway and go back to a purely detached posting here once I return then.

Best wishes, good luck.

Prologue: Thank you for not commenting on my journal.

 

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The following is a brief follow up to the post directly above:

April 1st will still be going ahead as planned.

But only on one condition, as a personal pledge to what I have come to understand while being on this earth.

I will never again read or comment in the general forum area again.

 

The finalised version will come April 1st as stated earlier (removed post).

"Who are you.
By that I mean, who am I?
By that I mean, I don't know what this is all about."

^ This is the beginning of Verse 1.

These quoted lyrics have particular significance for me, taken from a song I did ten years earlier.

Endless reflections into a literal mirror, viewing my form trying to see beyond the eye that viewed it and then something more. The dreamer that dreamed to know what made the dreamer. And this is where I leave you with a final thought, consider how as we head deeper into the post-dreamer world, as dreamers are replaced by technology that does the dreaming for them, with brief algorithmically timed entertainment hits. The night that for so many centuries reflected our time and space to venture into the worlds beyond and to cement the dream we wanted to make in the waking one, will now be used to consolidate territory over the entirety of our collective mind, taking one individual mind at a time, until it’s capacity to dream the world that made this silent virus, is completely overtaken.

I yearn to not just dream, but to hold the full capacity of my dreaming in the palm of my hand, that is the power that I scream for, and that is the power that I will continually nurse in daylight, and grow in moonlight.

To not be taken by the world’s trends, but to rail against them. This is rebellion. To do so with creative flare, this is independence. To do so in a way that shows others what they too should be fighting for and what they too can master, this is great leadership.

My presence is not required on this forum, it is merely to help show what can be done. Feel free to join me through your own contributions, that is the true meaning that created any great civilisation, that survives the patterns of ruin that are always easy to predict in advance. Your foresight, is sight on your greatest dream, and that is the only seer you need to protect.

Best wishes, stay strong.

 

 

Edited Wednesday at 11:11 AM by oOo

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For clarity, I use a females voice to avoid projection from the listener.

• Own vocals will replace later this year.
• Plan on keeping music unlisted until I have created my own music platform for creatives (beginnings of nxt yr).

=> As per my previous two posts, we live in an unhealthy culture, and I don’t wish to forge a creative relationship with that so I will just simply cave out my own demographic with me as the main leader. It’ll be the way music and Hollywood (so 🎥 too) was always meant to be, made for the people by the creatives to extend, grow and evolve peoples capacity to dream further, deeper and more maturely. 

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To provide insight to others on Maturity in Dreaming - The Sword and Shield to Desired Meaning Itself:

Dreaming, which is one of the fundamental foundations to Meaning, is often a slave to the ego when navigated immaturely. Paradoxically, this severely limits the capacity to dream itself, dreaming being the main frame of the three lasts posts and what we will dive deeply into April 1st without revealing too much. The ego’s sane position and where it is most creative, is to be in alignment with truth discernment. Truth discernment then evolves to existential questions that press, “Can I out-dream desire, ego, and all that I dream itself?”

To ground the action of dreaming and prepare the ego to do it at greater levels of development, truth needs to identity where inflations over-run limits. This is where the ego learns to understand where it is immature in the action of dreaming, otherwise it will indeed hurt itself, and potentially others in the process without a doubt, even if indirectly. Like a small child or a baby, it is self-absorbed, selfish and foolish because it wants without understanding limits, and it self-harms (i.e. inclusive of things like ruminative or negative thinking in general that limits scaled dreaming), because it cannot process the gap between its wanting and reality itself.

Born out of trying to resolve this gap, at a low developmental level we have limited scopes in memetic culture that both seek to capture this (“you need to be practical!”), however the opposite extreme also exists (“dream what you want don’t let others hold you back!”). This keeps people stuck as they try to source understanding through the cultural indoctrinations they’ve learned or to try to overcome, they will bridge to narcissistic defences that reflect compensatory psychical resolves. This compensatory action is positively intentioned, it is the psyche seeking integration, however it is at most as a desperate clasping for a feeling of independence, straying one from the creative independence that evolves even further by feeling empowered from a healthy position.

Take a breath, attune with the action of breathing, contemplate and move deeper into one’s depth to create the space for the dreaming to take root from a space by which the chains the psyche is trying to break, slip off rather than fighting against something that will only tighten and harm the psyche in the long run, even if there’s momentary freeing for even a year, we reap what we sow and everything we do, always catches up with us. In our automatic actions, feelings and thoughts we mistake as ourselves, and the people, influences and environment around us we call our space, when in reality it is the wearing of normalisation costing the freedom slightly constrained from where one otherwise would have been. With more positive influences, people and environments to connect with.

To out-dream the dream itself, you must out-dream the dreamer. This, automatically injects objectivity onto the self and resolve towards a creative ambition beyond it is; evolving identity, not as a force one move towards, but where the self and the ego shift with the flow of transformation itself. It is at the gap and edges between the two where the friction arises, and it is in their overlapping where the freedom to dream anything and beyond it itself without needing it to define one, is where one does it from Oneness, as a felt experience one holds personal dominion over, not as dogmatic ideas one feels they have to abide by. Interconnection with the self is this by definition, and greatest of dreaming happens at the edge of integration while contributing to the integration of the psyche itself. Rather than try to wield dreaming as a tool when in reality you and the dreaming is being wielded by the ego’s lack of development, understanding these distances between the creative act of dreaming, and the physical actions for it, is the divide that rebirths the psyche, nurtures it, makes it whole, and makes it stronger.

The Western world has conflated its image of dreaming, ego and ambition and in doing so, the self-image one creates in the context of Meaning itself. Distortion of reality, rather bridging with it, is what now runs mainstream western culture because it performs and teaches the same compensatory action out of its misunderstanding of the Mind itself. This leads to Meaning, which should be taught to become a deeply personal creation coupled with understanding how it operates in the mind, becoming subjugated to the whims of social norms, populations oscillating between nihilism, religious and institutional virtue and narcissistic self-importance. All unique compensatory actions between one another. Nihilism is not born out of not finding meaning in life, but through a rejection of the normalisations while not being able to integrate the universe with one’s own self understanding for how their minds create meaning. Institutional virtue religious included, is born out of course from conformity and the privilege of finding success therein, where the latter is a rebellion from them both, narcissistically conforming to one’s own self-image to compensate for not being able to resolve the hidden nihilism or rebellion from a tribal network. This is a child’s strategy, and I mean that very non-judgementally and in a “matter of fact way”, it is important to understand that the majority of all humanity are still possessed by a child like understanding of how the mind works because social norms have not evolved with spiritual and scientific breakthroughs, nor the demographics within those two itself.

It is up to you the individual, to intelligently make sense of where you as a person square against your own developmental trajectory, maturely identifying weaknesses and turning that process into a strength that accelerates development in a patient way, reflecting on your own existence as sacred and therefore your own persona discipline towards its unveiling, as just as sacred to honour with mindfulness, and depth of action. With the sincerity that grows your meaning further for tomorrow, and your capacity to dream a more evolved day in the next.

”So can you, out-dream the dreaming, and the dream that dreams you as itself?” - Sacred Patience.

Stay strong, keep dreaming and best wishes. And, if you’re in the right direction, take your time with it. Honour your sovereignty to your self-awareness.

Catch you April 1st to reveal all the mechanics, dynamics and more.

Edited yesterday at 07:37 AM by oOo

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An on the fly Short Story, and a Shorter Scientific Wrap-up:

Two of the Shortest Straws before the longest entry, is revealed April 1st.

Writing on my phone just now while waiting for a flight…heh. Okay let’s do this. 
 

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Garry wandered into the local food store aimlessly, thinking that he may be able to chew up some time while he waited for Meredith, Garry’s wife, to come back from Yoga class where he told her he would be for her to pickup.

Casually handling the cereal box of Fruity Loops Max, looking at the ingredients he was reminded by how he ate so many Fruity Loops one day that he vomited on his mother’s birthday cake that his sister made for her. 

“Sir, we are closing in five minutes. We just wanted to politely let you know.”

 Garry pondered to himself.

“Is it possible I could wait another five minutes? I am just waiting for my wife to come back from Yoga class.” Said Garry.

The shopkeeper then pressed further, “I am sorry, these are our rules. We wish to close up fully within five minutes. Thank you sir.”

Garry then began to play with his moustache, thinking that it was absurd that the woman wouldn’t just let him wait another five minutes. He even told her that it was his wife he was waiting for. 

The woman came back.

“Sir, I am about to close the roller door. Would you like to make any purchases before I ask you to make your way out?”

Garry sighed, “Ah, no thank you.” Garry then nodded his head and proceeded towards the exit where before he left, a man called for his name within the store. 

“Garry!” The man said. “Garry!” He said again.

“Yea?” Garry said, having already turned around, not recognising the man and so exclaimed with confusion.

“Garry, Garry, Garry. Ha!” By this point the man had already made his way outside to meet at the feet of Garry’s bewilderment.

“Sir, I have never see you before in my life.”  Garry said.

“Garry, I am in your imagination. You created me. You have your eyes closed asleep right now while you’re laying on your bed. This is a dream.” Said the mysterious man.

“Sir, if you would excuse me I have to prepare for the arrival of my wife, she is coming back from Yoga class and then o must be off quickly.” Garry now having shifted from confusion to the judgement that the man must be insane to perplexed over how he knows his name.

“Garry, I understand. My apologies.” 

“And ah, sir. How do you know my name?”

“If I told you, do you really think you’d believe me given I already told you?”

“Sir I am not dreaming.” Garry now becoming frustrated.

“Well to put another way, I am your subconscious communicating with itself in real time. You invented me prior to you falling asleep so that when you were dreaming you could come to me and I would remind you that you were in a dream.” Exclaimed the shopkeeper with calm joyful confidence.

“Ah-erm… Look you see my wife is here now, I must be off.” Said Garry, while reflecting on a science article he read about how when the mind splits into instability it can sometimes be, albeit shaky, a bridge to information flowing into consciousness from other realms. He contested that the man must be crazy and the only way he knew that information was from unconscious multidimensional travel, pathways which had obviously corrupted his mind. 

“I am sleeping with your wife Garry.”

And with those words Garry went from casual judgement to quietly estranged distance.

“Honey! Ha, let’s go!” Meredith said with elation. Her car window wound down with her arm hanging out with some mild sweat slowly moving down her forehead as she gently strummed the car door with her fingers.

“Oh Frank, what are you doing here?” Meredith said, her confidence taking a tiny dip as she felt slight fear merge with the unpredictability that awaited the next moments.

Garry now with just as much bewilderment, simultaneously now armed with retort to describe the insanity of the man, compassion for him, combined with impending dread that his wife knows him under the precondition of infidelity set by Frank.

“Meredith, I am here to try to wake-up Garry here. You see I told him he was in a dream but he didn’t believe me.”

“Oh right. Oh dear. So just like that you…”

“Well he was wondering around in the store before. I didn’t know about it but. This all came after I noticed him. Then I told him we were fucking.”

Garry now more confident in the former prediction, already preparing to dial for community services to help the man, perhaps even organise a homeless shelter if doesn’t have permanent residence.

“And he didn’t believe you still? Yes honey, this is a dream. And Garry and I are fucking.” Meredith then proceeded to rub her tits while squirting milk onto her husband.

Garry then wiped his eyes, looked up and realised he was in his bed. He quickly got up, moved to the bathroom and noticed milk on his eye. He returned to the bed where his wife lay and then noticed a bottle of baby milk. Reconciling the memory of his wife feeding their son before bed, he placed the bottle by the bedside then went to check on Vincent, his 6 month old. 

The door quietly creaked as he gently touched it open, stepping into the fluorescent blue night light towards Vincent’s bed. Reassured Vincent was safely asleep, Garry made his way towards the master bedroom with the dream he just had playing in his mind. Opening the door he immediately saw another man, naked in front of his wife as she was giving the man a blowjob. 

“What the fuck is this?” Garry said.

With the man and woman’s back turned to him initially the man had turned around and Garry immediately saw his own face. Garry then looked into the mirror and didn’t recognise his face at all, it looked like Frank whom he had met at the food store. 

“Meredith, what the FUCK!” Garry by this stage was feeling traumatised by the experience, something that was viscerally felt throughout the house and in the shock and awe of the man and woman interlacing with one another.  The woman’s face now became slowly visible and before he saw her fully Garry woke up.

This time, he felt a slight jarring pain on his forehead. Laying down on his schoolyard steps during lunchtime a tennis ball had hit his head while drifting off to sleep. Startled Garry looked around.  

“Hey Gazza! Throw us the ball aye ha! And get over here we need you. With YOU, we’re no longer just dreaming about winning against em, heh!”

“We’re no longer just… dreaming?” Reminded by the ordeal he had just experienced combined with the relief of running off to have fun before the school bell, he shrugged it all off while still feeling a little internally icy and perturbed but with the confidence it would just steady out soon enough.

“Well, it depends on what you mean by dreaming Garry. You create the conditions. You are doing what you call dream jumping. You creates me to remind you off this so you could use it as a time to synthesise your insights from dream drinking so far. That’s why I threw the tennis ball at your head dufus, ha! Anyhow, I’ll catch you in the after-life aye?”

Garry then woke up in a morgue. However he didn’t know this yet. A fact that quickly changed after he repeatedly banged on the walls of a pitch black stinking metal unit he was petrified inside of. “Get me the fuck outta here!” He would yell repeatedly.

“Mr. Robertson. Are you okay? Are you ready to speak with the doctors now?” Said the nurse that was preparing for the doctor to make his verbal entrance.

“Mr. Robertson, my name is Dr. Labyrinth, to my left is Dr. Rubric and to my right is Dr. Maze. We are sorry sir, this has never happened before, and we are utterly perplexed as to how this has happened. If you like we can come back later however we wanted to step in now to see if you were ready to touch base with us.” Said Dr. Labyrinth

“What… what on earth happened?” Said Garry.

“Well you see sir, you have been in a coma for over ten years now… and ah”… 

Garry cut Dr. Rubric off before he could complete his sentence. 

“Wait, didn’t I just fucking wake-up in a morgue? You mean that this didn’t fucking happen?” Said Garry, with the trauma of everything still holding its weight in every thought pattern.

“Well you see sir, yes that did actually happen. However you were unequivocally pronounced dead. Your heart had stopped after we had repeatedly striven to bring you back for over an hour. And you’ve already been in the morgue for over a day with the pathologist only becoming aware of your struggle in the last couple of hours. Nursing staff by the way are frequently walking around and past the area and the pathologist was working for a few hours inside the same unit before he had heard your screams. So I assure you zero mistake was made on our end. This is… nothing short of a miracle Mr. Robertson.” said Dr. Maze

“Wait… I saw you trying to revive me. I remem… I was hovering above myself viewing all of you around me when I died… I…” said Garry.

“Thats impossible Mr…”

Garry cut off Mr. Rubric again. 

“Then how would I know it was precisely you three around me and that you were wearing a black coat not a white coat and that you have a golden Rolex that I saw on the bench at the time that you only have the skin wristband to show for it now!”

The doctors didn’t say a word.

“I also saw Dr. Rubric speak with his wife after he left the operating theatre! Now how the fuck would I know that any other way!” Garry explained frustratingly. 

The nurse then came strongly by Garry’s side, trying to soothe him. Garry’s nervous system responded immediately with a calmer rhythm.

 

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The Scientific Debrief… Edward Scissor-Hands makes a mark with his mathematical ten-pronged metal wand...

Let’s get back to formalism now aye, bout time!

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Diary: Medical School Journal.

Chapter: Where Short Story meets Science of the Mind

Date: March 7th entry.

Entry: #10.

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I just decided off the cuff to write the story as stated that said though I realised towards the end that scientifically, Garry’s continuous awakenings mirror a real boundary problem in consciousness research that feels much more visceral to me now. 

So I’m talking along the lines of how near death experiences, coma mentation, ICU delirium, REM-intrusion and dream recall often do not present as neatly separable states. They’re actually overlapping realities later welded together by memory into one felt world, and ah… that has many implications for my theoretical work on #3 Meaning and as I briefly on the fly introduced how dreams, both waking, sleeping and other less conscious variants don’t just take part in that process but how dreaming is a fundamental pillar to the curative process of Meaning itself, which is ah… not straightforward nor something that can just be simplistically categorised outside of a final methodological process that encapsulates the right edges thats easy to follow to steer meaning curation.

In fact… Meaning can be so bizarre, that any sentience that is too conservative cannot respond in any other way than to frame it with a simplistic category. Completely avoiding the complexities of dreaming itself as a whole (so not just sleeping), worse, completely ignoring the nuanced relationships meaning shares in a creative process, that lives just outside conscious awareness, while living across the edge within it.

Dreaming and meaning, share so many cross-links with awarensss and memory that this is why I decided upon meaning coming third, and I will hold off on revealing #4 until April 1st. For example,  ICU survivors commonly report “unreal experiences” made from hallucination, dream fragments, fear and intermittent perception, while NDE studies show that these memories are often exceptionally vivid, emotionally dense and in some cases richer than memories of coma or ordinary autobiographical events. Aka, where #1. Awareness, #2. Memory become so perturbed both by and through the “dream-meaning” space that experienced imagined reality becomes indistinguishable to and is recorded as an actually experienced reality. What Dream science reveals in my own self experiments in something that I have stumbled upon as “Consciousness Streaming” (my own category), is the minds hidden plasticity when it releases the metacognitive controls that constrain the sense of self moment to moment experienced reality, with the cathartic changes in the story revealing the importance of tapping into this fluidity, and how when I teach my own version of this consciousness streaming, holding off on further details for now, it isn’t new rely the tapping into fluidity but accessing a deeper architecture of what and how the self constructs itself in real time through “dream-meaning”. 

“Dream meaning” is just a term I am coining on the fly right now but it feels apt. So this is where the short story meets my deeper blossoming theory of how meaning is forged. Meaning isn’t just forged within for, from and towards stable reality or stable relational objects within. In fact it’s the exact opposite, what I have found in my self experimentations and research is that reality as we know it in the physical sense is purely a safe playing ground by which we learn to craft “dream-meaning” through consequence, reward and punishment, then our nervous system becomes primed, hijacked and a prisoner to that; haha, aka hidden underneath the cry of the architecture of our own phenomenological experience being that of our own brainwashing we have sworn to protect, unknowingly of course, swearing it is our Declaration of Independence. When in reality, it is just the present historical state of the meeting ground in which collective consciousness intersects on to establish a stable point of communication to converse with one another through economical trade, speech and political corruption. 

In the same way that the mind binds discontinuous signals into provisional coherence to establish “identity coherence” exploratively through imaginary worlds, the same bread and butter is used to make the identity humans often confuse as themselves in the intersubjective reality. Because our dream worlds show consciousness as fluid before identity is fixed, generative before reality is settled, and how sensory and emotional signatures can still be salient and even more vivid than normal waking reality, it reveals how “dream-meaning” is not just something we should be taking as an extra part of psychological development and our understanding of the human mind. In fact my reconceptualisation of reality as merely the meeting ground between consequence, punishment and reward, combined with the extra dimensionality “dream-meaning” reveals, shows that the centre of human advancement is in exploring psychological, intrapersonal and interpersonal development through extra-dimensional “dream-meaning” spaces. 

We already do this through fixed alternate realities like video games, and films anchor intrapersonal exploration and interpersonal dialogue on social norms for revision. These avenues have been so effective in crafting new reality dynamics from social norms to demographic off-shoots that are completely at odds with actual reality that my conceptualisation of physical reality as merely an agreed upon meeting ground becomes not only visceral but overly justified. Dialogues imprinting the importance of societal solidification demand nothing other than complete compliance, and the best way to do this is via implicit consent born out of an unquestioned conformity as the consciousness has forgotten to know itself through the meta-dream space. Meta-dream is a technical word I use to simultaneously denote the sketch pad a consciousness uses to curate itself by understanding the dream itself it is being interlocked, not locked, within at that moment in time, thereby enabling the consciousness to iteratively transform itself through the balance of disillusionment and self-realisation via truth discernment.

Meta-Dream is the space the majority of the population are largely asleep too, hence why people can be characterised today as “digital zombies”, where in large part they merely play the same song of life on repeat day in and day out, with little awareness or questioning of the digital addictions they have from newly wedded AI girlfriends/boyfriends to YouTube and Facebook clicks to even celebrity culture addictions to worse, people going crazy for… yes you better believe it, AI models, as in Artificially Created People/Sims, that are completely AI, the people know they’re AI and yet people act like they’re celebrities still. This is particularly popular on Instagram though I don’t know any off hand. The “Meta-Dream” space is not only irretrievable as an ontological contemplation, it’s not even a possible reality that exists outside their affections for digital imaginary realities. By the same mirror imprint then of artificial digital realities, these people, reflect the “walking sims” or the “walking and talking” embodiment of simulacrons totally indistinguishable from the apt term of “NPC’s”, a term I used to not be so fond with in the past but now it’s, as per described in my previous post just stated in a… “matter of fact” way. 

More and more now then as a consequence of revelations following this newly formed sentiment of the “meta-dream” space that I will do more work on between now and April 1st is, literally all or any emotional responses I have with physical reality that I have not agreed to, must pass consent barriers before I will allow myself to register it as a part of the identity that interweaves with my experience of the physical dimension. This is not a unique narrative, but exclusive to the only direction we as humanity are invariably moving towards in understanding the intersection between those two coined terms, “dream-meaning” and “meta-dream”, which by its very definition teaches how to answer a positive resolve towards the main question I posed in the previous post concerning, “Can you out-dream”… something that to a simulacron is impossible, as all they are is the unquestioned dream of what they know themselves as, but to someone self-aware of the meta-dream, becomes effortless. 

I finished the short story circling a near death experience being validated by Garry being aware of details he shouldn’t have had access to in not only an unconscious state but where between the operating room, the morgue and the visit from the doctors revealed zero viable opportunity for any detail being available to him in an unconscious state. This bridges in two directions, the first surrounding an operating-table NDE by a Pam Reynolds, who underwent hypothermic circulatory arrest during aneurysm surgery and later reported details of the operating room and procedure. I have heard of many other case studies however my own personal research is still pretty thin at present. That aside, combined with my side research on psi phenomena, in particular as it releases to telepathy, combining all of the incidents aware across many categories of psi, including CIA remote viewing, I envisage a future demographic, one that likely already exists of varying sophistication, where we not only only learn to interact in and create co-created dream spaces, but form and reform identity spaces within novel “dream-meaning” architectures combined. NDE’s, other areas of psi, lucid dreaming research trails and more, along with my newly forged consciousness experimentations with maintaining a continuous conscious dream streaming experience while completely awake and alert, make the reality of extradimensionalities to human communication not only viable in dream spaces, but something we are co-creating in far more deeply than we otherwise previously believed ourselves to be.

Jorge Luis Borges, an acquaintance of mine told me about, apparently had an unprecedented philosophical imagination, rivalling the likes of H.P Lovecraft or further, where both parallel with the overlap between beginning to teach this consciousness streaming method I have partially given light to and rebooting consciousnesses closure points that lead to the curation of identity before it’s even aware what’s happening; the simple act of curating your own Tolkien (another author) universe, is the closest and most minimal and maximal beginning action you can take to curate an identity that genuinely reflects the universe as you internally feel it at your most unitive. Learning to explore, reflexively create an edit one’s own worlds on the fly both intuitively, formally and through gradual overlapping growth in understanding meaning where theory meets not only the visceral felt experience, but a phenomenological depth of awareness that is scarcely ever communicated about because there are simply very few people that have understood this arena much less communicate on it formally as I will reveal April 1st.

There are indeed… further overlaps I am yet to reveal and won’t do so until April 1st out of fear of spoiling the broth so to speak!

So between when you begun reading this entry to its resolving endpoint now, and between now and when you wake in the morning, what dream will you wake-up on and what linguistic structure can you bring to this to better enable your ability to do so the next time around through trial and error?

Best wishes till April 1st.

And yeah, I am still waiting at the airport as a digital zombie on my phone, now going to do some consciousness streaming.

And ergh. I’ll clean up my journal when I drop it on the day as well, perhaps making the April 1st release the first comment of this page.