{"id":4549,"date":"2015-08-11T21:39:42","date_gmt":"2015-08-11T21:39:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4549"},"modified":"2015-10-23T14:12:30","modified_gmt":"2015-10-23T14:12:30","slug":"running-dialogue-fourth-movement-forth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4549","title":{"rendered":"Running Dialogue – Fourth Movement\u2026 Forth (08\/15)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Prior Episodes of Running Dialogue:<\/strong><\/p>\n

First Episode<\/a>
\nSecond Thoughts<\/a>
\nThird Time’s The Charm<\/a><\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The Sheer Folly of Beauty<\/p><\/div>\n

Fourth Movement\u2026 Forth<\/strong><\/p>\n

After a couple of rather uneventful days, I had settled into base camp rather comfortably. I was still amazed at how easy it was to take care of all of the \u2018official\u2019 aspects of my life via remote control; all one needs is a little electricity and a reliable internet connection.<\/p>\n

But after a couple of days staying put, I began to notice again the signs of intruders encroaching. And I\u2019m not talking here about bears and coyotes and the likes; they belong here; they\u2019re not intruders. No, it\u2019s the helicopters, the planes, the trucks, the horses, the hikers… who are of any concern. I have to admit that this is the height of summer, so increased traffic to some degree is expected.<\/p>\n

\"Outside<\/a>

Outside the Lines<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Look<\/a>

Look Mommy!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Maximum<\/a>

Maximum Zoom\u2026 But Still!<\/p><\/div>\n

I thought I\u2019d feel more comfortable moving camp periodically. The power station stays put; it\u2019s not practical to move it. Keeping its location secret seemed prudent. I will camp elsewhere… and only visit the site briefly when needed.<\/p>\n

This is the fourth camp in six days. I like this one. There\u2019s soft level ground, a choice of sun or shade throughout the day, and there\u2019s a spring nearby… but hardly anyone else knows that. I have my tent pitched against the onslaught of the mosquitoes at dusk, and usually go to bed just as it\u2019s getting dark so as to escape the brunt of their attack.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The View<\/p><\/div>\n

Both the dog and I awoke simultaneously some time shortly after midnight. There was the faint sound of a helicopter in the distance… but it was getting louder, closer. \u201cA helicopter! At night! That don\u2019t seem right.\u201d The dog looked at me as if to say \u201cDuh!\u201d We got out of bed, the dog quicker than I; but she had to wait for me to unzip the tent anyway. The night seemed calm, except for the encroaching rumble in the field of our curiosity.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t just a straight flyover, or some such simple thing. They seemed to be zig-zagging the slope below us, as if searching for something or someone. There were no lights, but I immediately realized that in today\u2019s modern age with night-vision and infrared equipment, these types of searches were probably even easier to carry out at night… without the blinding sun. I couldn\u2019t say for sure that they were generally headed our way, but they were definitely too close for comfort. I was starting to get nervous.<\/p>\n

We listened attentively for maybe ten minutes to the helicopter fading in and out of earshot, and then it suddenly came markedly closer. My anxiety spiked momentarily and I blurted out somewhat loudly \u201cWhat the fuck are you looking for!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be me,\u201d came the reply off to my left. The dog went berserk!<\/p>\n

Now… when you\u2019ve just spent the last week out in the bush by yourself, with only your dog to talk to– and you\u2019ve never realistically expected her to reply, not even once– you\u2019re just not used to the sound of another human voice, let alone the fact that you thought you were assuredly alone, especially in this moment… To say that I was somewhat startled might belie the shit-yer-pants knife of fear that ripped through my gut at that moment; my sphincter held… thankfully; my pants remained unsoiled, but the rest of my night, my peace, my sanctuary, my pride… not so much.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d I queried above the din of barking dog. She was fiercely holding the shadow at bay, beyond the dull edge of open moonlight. I could scarcely discern the figure I was confronting.<\/p>\n

\u201cFelix. Please call me Felix.\u201d Was that a tremor in his voice? Good. Good dog.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is my camp Felix.\u201d I had to claim my territory right away. \u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, this is your camp… and I seek permission to enter.\u201d He seemed determined to start off on the right foot, understanding the rules of the game. At this point I was alongside the dog, holding her collar– a clear signal, beckoning him forward into the light. \u201cI\u2019m here for you, Niels,\u201d he said calmly as he stepped into view.<\/p>\n

Shit! It was the middle-aged cop who\u2019d showed up at my door two weeks ago. He wasn\u2019t in uniform now, but I sure could see his sidearm! I wasn\u2019t expecting that.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are one tough guy to track down,\u201d he said, smiling broadly. He was definitely making every effort to look me in the eye as much as possible. No matter the situation, I always respect that. \u201cAnd I didn\u2019t think Sitka would be quite so ferocious,\u201d he continued. I held his gaze now slightly puzzled. I allowed my brow to form the obvious question. He seemed now to be straining at his words as though they were difficult to speak. \u201cI intend you no harm,\u201d he declared. His eyes acknowledged the gun at his side, and then quickly resumed their dance with mine. \u201cI need your help.\u201d His eyes seemed to quake in their sockets as he gasped.<\/p>\n

So far, I was not grokking this situation at all. The intruder with a gun seemed to be pleading with me; that\u2019s how it felt to me emotionally. Yeah, he definitely wanted something from me… and wasn\u2019t cool with taking it by force.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou seem to know me.\u201d He gave a brief nod. \u201cIs there any reason why I should know you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNone,\u201d he answered matter-of-factly. He added no more, either because he didn\u2019t want to… or he couldn\u2019t. He was visibly struggling, internally. There was some battle being waged within. He was trying his best to cover it up, but it was becoming more obvious by the second. I could see him sweating now.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat exactly do you want from me?\u201d It was time to cut to the chase.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly…?\u201d He considered for a moment and then gave his succinct and perplexing answer \u201cPot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Did I hear that right? \u201cPot… as in marijuana?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded. \u201cCan we smoke a joint?\u201d It seemed inordinately difficult for him to utter that simple– and frankly, common– sentence.<\/p>\n

I found it inordinately difficult to believe that this was what all this was about. Cop wants to get high with me? But you know what, who am I to judge? And I\u2019ve always been a good host…<\/p>\n

There was just the matter of the helicopter. \u201cSo they\u2019re searching for you?\u201d Yes, he nodded again. \u201cWhat if they find us?\u201d<\/p>\n

He immediately shook his head. \u201cNo. I found you already… hours ago. I\u2019ve been laying down a decoy.\u201d He paused for a few breaths. \u201cThey\u2019ll fly off– south– in a few minutes… and they won\u2019t be back tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Okay, that was a relief. Although the situation was as sketchy as fuck, I already found myself starting to like this guy. Every time I asked him a question, his answer was always much better than anything I could imagine it might be. What the hell… let\u2019s get high. I went to roll a joint, while Sitka stayed with our new guest, wanting very much to cover him in kisses, but was unable to overcome her initial shyness in my absence.<\/p>\n

By the time I emerged from the tent the sound of the helicopter had faded completely. I hadn\u2019t noticed if it had tailed off to the south or not; but it was gone.<\/p>\n

\u201cShould we risk a fire?\u201d I asked straight away.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey won\u2019t be back,\u201d Felix assured me.<\/p>\n

The light of a little campfire seemed like a sensible and comforting fourth to add to our little group, especially now that two of us were getting high. Sitka and the fire would be our guardians. As I tossed the roach into the rapidly burgeoning flames, I could see quite clearly that my guest was undergoing a rather remarkable transformation. His facial features became relaxed; his whole body kind of slumped forward comfortably, accepting gravity for what it was worth. And from that moment forward, his speech was even and easy… and could very well have even been the truth.<\/p>\n

I wanted to start off with the first little mystery that had come to mind as I had been rolling this joint now shared with… Felix. \u201cSo you say you were looking for pot…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour pot,\u201d he interjected.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if all this is supposed to be friendly and all… why would you come to my door dressed as a cop? Are you a cop?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I looked stupid in that uniform.\u201d Yup. Right answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why come in a costume of intimidation?\u201d The way I\u2019d phrased it made him squirm.<\/p>\n

He quickly composed himself, met my eye, and said \u201cBecause I read your stuff. I thought it would be the easiest way… It\u2019s what I\u2019m used to.\u201d<\/p>\n

A million thoughts and questions rioted before the gates of my attention…<\/p>\n

He easily recognized the profundity of my bewilderment and continued. \u201cYou\u2019ve indicated in your recollections that you\u2019re likely to be co-operative with the police when confronted. You\u2019ve written stories; I\u2019ve read them. I was expecting to confiscate whatever you had on hand… and then, well… vanish.\u201d He paused to let that sink in. \u201cBut I like this better,\u201d he added smiling… and looking around. \u201cYes, this is much better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut just for a few ounces of weed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour weed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s so special about my weed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI read your stuff,\u201d he repeated, \u201call of your stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had the tiniest inkling of what he might be referring to. I had written an essay: Pertinent Secrets of Cannabis Use and Cultivation<\/a>, but I had never published it publicly. It had only gone out through a very limited email campaign.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat email was widely shared,\u201d he said as though answering my thoughts. \u201cI could hardly miss it.\u201d He gave a little chuckle. \u201cEspecially when it\u2019s my job… and in this instance, my way out. In my opinion, Pertinent Secrets of Cannabis Use and Cultivation is the most important piece you\u2019ve ever written; and I truly believe I\u2019ve read it all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNobody reads everything I write,\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut as I said, it was my job.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had a problem with this. Felix had a dark complexion and looked vaguely hispanic– in my ethno-centric gaze. I assumed \u2018Felix\u2019 to be a Latin American name… and so, in my own tight logic, Felix couldn\u2019t be a spy. There are no Latin American spies; ergo, Felix couldn\u2019t be a spy.<\/p>\n

\u201cMossad,\u201d he answered directly to my thoughts again. \u201cIsraeli descent. My tan is eastern.\u201d He winked.<\/p>\n

I just burst out laughing. \u201cStop reading my mind please! That\u2019s not polite!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s your weed,\u201d he smiled, \u201cI\u2019m just tuned in.\u201d<\/p>\n

I got serious again. \u201cSo why would anyone want to spy on little old me?\u201d I asked innocently.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s clear one thing up straight away. In your case, it wasn\u2019t spying. I only kept close track of everything you put out in the public domain. I was just another reader.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about the email?\u201d I shot back defiantly. \u201cThat was private.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNowhere on that email was sharing prohibited or discouraged. As I said, it was shared widely. You have to know that you\u2019re monitored; you\u2019re not stupid. You have an audience– a substantial audience. Certain elements of the establishment need to know what you\u2019re telling them– your readers. When hundreds of thousands of people scattered all over the globe all start talking about the same thing, social wildfires are ignited and stoked; that\u2019s dangerous. The most volatile ones get taken down… or out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAm I in any real danger?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI sincerely hope not. I went to great lengths to scrub your name from the equation. If they knew I was coming to see you, they would\u2019ve apprehended you already. It appears that they are as yet unaware of you… and your specific remedy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once again I liked his answer immensely. \u201cWho are they? And why are they after you, Felix?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy employer… or perhaps I should say… my former employer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re Mossad?\u201d I couldn\u2019t help the incredulity in my voice. This is Canada… and he\u2019s talking Israeli Intelligence!<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at the outer visible layers, no. But at the hidden core– yes, they\u2019re Mossad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they\u2019re after you because…?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I\u2019ve defected. Many, many have defected in recent months. The global intelligence community is falling apart actually. I\u2019m genuinely surprised by the coherence of their response in tracking me thus far. Most of their longterm operations are in a complete shambles. I had hoped they wouldn\u2019t even bother with me; I was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what\u2019s going on? Why the defections?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve all been infiltrated,\u201d he said with unprecedented seriousness. \u201cAnd I mean all of us.\u201d He paused again for effect, or perhaps to gather his thoughts before continuing. \u201cWe are all– every one of us– seeded with the components of an Artificial Intelligence. Nano-technology currently exists in every living thing on the planet right now. It\u2019s utterly ubiquitous. Unassembled nano-bots are in the very air we breathe. They consist of four separate components which assemble themselves within each living host. Our bodies have already undergone a long program of bioforming, wherein our organic central nervous systems have been systematically destroyed and replaced with heavy metal components. It\u2019s not so much \u2018nerves of steel\u2019 as it is now nerves of strontium and barium with a little mercury mixed in. It\u2019s a control program– insidious, and nearly unknown.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo it\u2019s the A.I. program as recently outlined by Harald Kautz-Vella<\/a>.\u201d I was just stating it, not asking. Felix nodded. \u201cBut I swear I\u2019m not affected,\u201d I insisted… and then asked \u201c…because I\u2019m a chronic pot-head?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all pot is created equal,\u201d he reminded me again. \u201cIn your essay, you hit upon all the reasons why your weed can\u2019t be overwritten by the A.I. You have in your possession the surefire remedy to this type of mind control specifically– and virtually all types of mind control generally. I strongly suspect that the A.I. has nary a toehold in you. You are still an original human.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut there must be other remedies!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCertainly there are, but not necessarily what\u2019s being circulated in the New Age media. Mind control has everything to do with the left hemisphere of the brain; it is reducible, programmable. The Artificial Intelligence doesn\u2019t understand the right hemisphere of the brain at all; it\u2019s an impenetrable enigma; it doesn\u2019t compute. Humanity has been relentlessly herded into left-hemisphere awareness and processing… such that nearly everyone identifies with ego-driven rational thought above any holistic, emotionally-based depiction of reality. It is the left hemisphere\u2019s rationality that is being taken over and rewritten.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI always knew rationality had its limits.\u201d I wanted him to keep talking; this was fascinating!<\/p>\n

\u201cRationality– to ration thought– is to pare down the big concepts into smaller and smaller bits– bytes. Rationalizing is the act of bringing thoughts right down to their atomistic structure– which in the realm of thinking, brings them to duality… a binary reduction. Humanity is currently losing its bicamerality; big-picture awareness is being displaced– deliberately. We\u2019re being turned into robots– quite unknown to most. A centuries-long program is coming to fruition right now. Those in the intelligence community and other government agencies who weren\u2019t too far gone into robotization already have rebelled, defected. Those who stayed, have already been overwritten. I reckon they\u2019re in the full control of the A.I. now. This is it; the Big Show has begun.\u201d<\/p>\n

In a way, this was really exciting… and insidious… and downright scary! \u201cHow did you manage to hold off the A.I. influence within you before finding me? Up until we smoked that joint I could see the war being waged within your psyche; how did you endure it?\u201d<\/p>\n

His answer really surprised me. \u201cKratom,\u201d he said with a nod. \u201cYou turned me onto kratom in your writing. Before you, I had never heard of it. It has the same overall effect as your weed, but to a much lesser degree. The psychoactive components of kratom tie into the endocrine system; it works like a right-brain stimulant. At the very least, it increases the communication between the two hemispheres of the brain. I\u2019ve been taking massive amounts of kratom daily since the beginning of this year. As you know, kratom\u2019s effect diminishes over time with continual use. I was coming to a critical juncture where the kratom was barely effective anymore. I needed to find you and your stash. Today– er, yesterday, rather– was my lucky day!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShall I roll another?\u201d I asked. \u201cAnd maybe put on a pot of coffee?\u201d Obviously we weren\u2019t going to get any more sleep this night… and dawn was still a couple of hours away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes please,\u201d he smiled. \u201cAnd then you have to publish that essay– publicly; it\u2019s important.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded and got busy. Our conversation continued right through dawn and two full pots of coffee– and I even had cream for my coffee; I\u2019m such a good host!<\/p>\n

Our conversation was most fascinating!
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Prior Episodes of Running Dialogue: First Episode Second Thoughts Third Time’s The Charm Fourth Movement\u2026 Forth After a couple of rather uneventful days, I had settled into base camp rather comfortably. I was still amazed at how easy it was (…)<\/p>\n

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