{"id":4795,"date":"2016-02-05T22:40:38","date_gmt":"2016-02-05T22:40:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4795"},"modified":"2016-06-07T23:38:19","modified_gmt":"2016-06-07T23:38:19","slug":"running-dialogue-eleventh-dream-of-seventh-heaven-0216","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=4795","title":{"rendered":"Running Dialogue: Eleventh Dream of Seventh Heaven (02\/16)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

First Episode<\/a>
\nSecond Thoughts<\/a>
\nThird Time’s The Charm<\/a>
\nFourth Movement\u2026 Forth<\/a>
\nFifth Element<\/a>
\nSixth Sense<\/a>
\nSeventh Direction<\/a>
\nEighth Wonder of the World<\/a>
\nNinth Life of Schr\u00f6dinger’s Cat<\/a>
\nTenth of One Percent<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Schuyler<\/a><\/p>\n

Where I Stand Today<\/strong><\/p>\n

After a lifetime of untangling,
\nI stand in the vastness of freedom\u2019s dire threat:
\nThat self-determination will bend time\u2019s narrow path
\nto open fields… brand new sunshine… and a perfectly blank canvas.
\nI stand barefoot, rooted,
\nand emotionally naked… staring into the dark abyss
\nof all possibility– unmeasured… unfathomed.
\nI stand in a fearlessness once deemed impossible;
\nI stand on principle and my own self-defined integrity,
\nWrapped in universal lore.<\/p>\n

I stand, chiefly, among fierce women…
\nFor whoever would go forth into the bottomless unknown
\nbut the Divine Feminine\u2019s irrationally steadfast love?
\nShe probes the darkness with intuition
\nand other vague motherly stirrings,
\nReaching deep within unordered possibilities…
\nTo bring a new child into our shared world.
\nShe hands to me the strange artifacts of her creativity,
\nImploring softly with her eyes
\nthat I should bring structure and meaning
\nto the seedlings of this pristine world.<\/p>\n

We stand together, Masculine and Feminine,
\nHer upfront, reaching within the untrammeled field,
\nAnd I behind… guarding, protecting… from our collective indiscretions–
\nMonsters from the past, paper tigers, feeding the flames
\nof this unplanned passion.
\nThey cannot harm us Now, where we stand… Here
\nin the sureness of our choices going forward…
\nWe will have this New World,
\nAnd it will stand on love and poetry
\nas the dirt between our toes.<\/p>\n

(NK 01\/2016)<\/p>\n

Eleventh Dream of Seventh Heaven<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"A<\/a>

A Nutrient-Dense View<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cFelix, you\u2019re an asshole!\u201d I shouted for the hundredth time, poking my index finger into my left ear as though it merely needed to be unplugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, you mentioned that,\u201d answered Felix.<\/p>\n

\u201cI still can\u2019t hear a damn thing out of this ear!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can only say I\u2019m sorry so many times.\u201d He shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell maybe you should stand over on my right side, so I can hear you… as you beg my forgiveness.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you\u2019ve already forgiven me. Besides, I was doing you a favour.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, you wanna explain that one again to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean besides the happy surprise when you first realized that I hadn\u2019t actually blown your brains out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore like the happy surprise when I realized I hadn\u2019t shit my pants!\u201d That made him laugh… and shit!… I couldn\u2019t help but to chuckle too. But being deaf in one ear was really annoying, and I had a bit of a headache too. \u201cSo tell me again,\u201d I said seriously, \u201cexactly why you pretended to shoot me in the head? As a favour to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

The sky was light now; it was morning. Snow reflected the dawn into all of the forest shadows, bringing to light countless inconsequential mysteries. The fire was already mostly embers. Just a few flames danced here and there beneath the grill, perfect for putting the kettle on. Soon it would be coffee time.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe reason I pretended to shoot you in the head,\u201d began Felix in a fair rendition of Homer Simpson\u2019s voice, \u201cis because that\u2019s the only way I could think of to save you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSave me from what exactly?\u201d<\/p>\n

Felix paused to get serious. \u201cYou were suddenly a major blip on their radar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey… being?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMossad… and ALL the agencies, really.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought that I WAS ALWAYS a blip on their radar!\u201d I insisted. \u201cWhy else would a helicopter fly over me way out here and drop some techno-drizzle shit all over me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell actually,\u201d explained Felix patiently, \u201cthey thought that you were me. When I– ahem– left the agency, I didn\u2019t exactly get away cleanly. They tracked me… as best they could…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you led them right to me,\u201d I finished.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I fucked up,\u201d answered Felix staring down into his empty coffee mug.<\/p>\n

I filled the mug for him from the bodum. \u201cBut we don\u2019t even look alike. How could they even make such a mistake? That helicopter was right above me; the pilot was staring right into my face!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, go figure. The agency– all the agencies– are making a lot of mistakes these days. We do have roughly the same build… and, well… without their facial recognition software, they\u2019re kinda blind.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was a bit stunned by what Felix was saying. It sounded ridiculous. \u201cBut facial recognition is about the most basic human skill there is!\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, and I guess that\u2019s the point I\u2019m trying to make. They\u2019re just not human anymore. They\u2019ve become so reliant– utterly dependent– upon all of their sophisticated tech, that they\u2019ve seriously begun to lose their most basic human skills– like facial recognition.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you actually serious?\u201d He nodded. \u201cWow!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn order to get away,\u201d Felix explained, \u201cI didn\u2019t have to fool the humans involved– there ARE no humans involved– well, mostly. I just had to fuck with their technology. And fortunately, I have a bit of a knack for that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had to think a bit on what Felix was relaying to me. \u201cSo then… they\u2019ve known about me since our first meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot exactly. It still took them a bit to figure out that someone else was involved. Remember that I\u2019ve been shielding you from the intelligence community for years already. Years ago, I was handed a list. Your name was on it… among quite a few others. I investigated them all… and decided to scrub your name from the databanks. I effectively took you out of their game… so that you could just keep doing what you do without any interference.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUntil you showed up in my camp one day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. I was desperate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI remember,\u201d I conceded. \u201cSo tell me now why you had to \u2018kill\u2019 me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019d gotten what\u2019s called a \u2018lock\u2019 on you. It\u2019s kinda like remote viewing tech which zeroes in on the target\u2019s psyche– its signature. It doesn\u2019t quite read minds, but it\u2019s something along those lines. They could read just enough of you– despite your outrageous cannabis use– to know that you were genuinely dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI like how you\u2019re already talking about me in the past tense!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet used to it. You\u2019re dead… and that\u2019s the safest thing in the world to be.\u201d Felix explained further. \u201cThe whole point of what I did was to convince YOU that I was blowing your brains out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, well… mission accomplished,\u201d I interjected. \u201cBut can\u2019t they just re-establish their lock on me now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Felix smiled and reached into his pocket. \u201cNope,\u201d he said, holding up a tiny device the size of a matchbook. \u201cAs of now– or rather at the moment I pulled the trigger– your signature was and is effectively blocked. There\u2019s little doubt that they think you\u2019re dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWon\u2019t they send someone to check?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot likely. They don\u2019t have the resources anymore.\u201d I raised an eyebrow in question. \u201cAll of the intelligence services the world over are pretty much in a complete shambles. It\u2019s a very dangerous time to be an undercover agent– hence, I got out.\u201d I didn\u2019t have to ask any questions; Felix continued. \u201cHave you noticed that in recent years whenever there\u2019s some operation that smells like the agency rats are involved– false flags and psy-ops and such– that they never come off cleanly anymore? Seems they always get botched nowadays. There\u2019s a good reason for that.\u201d I was all ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot everyone in the intelligence community is onboard with this whole transhumanist agenda. There\u2019s actually quite a number of operatives who prefer their human bio-tech to the agencies\u2019 \u2018improvements.\u2019 There\u2019s a substantial internal resistance. And it\u2019s coming from a number of different angles. There\u2019s the good guys… who\u2019ve figured out enough of the big picture to know that they\u2019d better thwart the agenda or die trying… because to live this thing through would be an utterly terrifying generational nightmare. We can call them the embedded White Hats. They\u2019ll find ways to stick their fingers into any and every agency pie concocted for public consumption. They\u2019ll do at least something to make it obvious to the public at large that all ain\u2019t quite right with the official narratives.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then there\u2019s all the different factions of those who are generally onboard with the overriding agenda, but they\u2019re vying for control of it. So even the ones who are supposedly working towards the same nefarious goal are quite in the habit of sabotaging each other… lest one agency gains clear supremacy over all the others. Intelligence operatives are not known for playing nice. It\u2019s a very very messy power-struggle being waged behind a thin lace curtain. The public is just beginning to see the absurdity of it all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everything Felix was saying made perfect sense… and the evidence for it was very much in plain sight… at least, by my reckoning. \u201cSo in any given operation,\u201d I surmised, \u201cthe agents involved don\u2019t know the true motivations of the guy standing next to them– which master they ultimately serve.\u201d
\n\u2028
\n\u201cExactly,\u201d answered Felix. \u201cAnd those are the folks who are supposed to be covering your ass! There\u2019s a great deal of paranoia in the agencies right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the endgame?\u201d I mused. \u201cFor the agencies, I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Felix shrugged nonchalantly. \u201cThey\u2019ve got to go. You just can\u2019t have secret factions of government operating wholly outside of the law, without any meaningful public oversight and still call that a democracy… or a constitutional republic, or whatever. Axiomatically, government secrecy and democratic principles are incompatible. That\u2019s not debatable… and we\u2019re publicly seeing the proof of this right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re preaching to the choir,\u201d I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d said Felix. \u201cIt was you who taught me that. The secret-traders are the secret traitors… to democracy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coffee was done. Next, we set about taking in the day\u2019s nutrients– superfoods, sunshine and more great conversation. We donned the proper footwear and began to amble through the Forest.<\/p>\n

\"Sitka<\/a>

Sitka (Legs straight out)<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with Sitka?\u201d asked Felix at the outset. He\u2019d noticed that she was walking kinda funny, like she was trying to use her back legs not at all.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, she\u2019s like that quite often right after getting up from a nap. It takes awhile before she starts using her back legs. And then sometimes she favours one side… and then the other.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it serious?\u201d Felix asked in a way that suggested it must assuredly be.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I immediately imagined the worst. It must be in her hips, or perhaps in her spine. I took her into town to the vet last week… for x-rays, for a diagnosis… for peace of mind…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd??\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s actually much less serious than I had feared. It\u2019s her knees. She has ligament damage to both of her knees. It happened earlier in the year when she chased after those damned coyotes. She\u2019d come back from the encounter dappled in someone else\u2019s blood, so I assume there was a scuffle. At least one knee was tweaked during that incident. Whenever she rests after some exercise, the knee joints stiffen up; they\u2019re swollen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do you do about it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnti-inflammatories, taking it easy… no chasing anything. She\u2019s young– only two; she should be able to heal… if I can keep her from re-injuring it.\u201d\u2028<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat anti-inflammatories?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFish oil, turmeric, hemp seed. I\u2019ve healed my own ACL tear in my left knee years ago. I know what\u2019s involved.\u201d I stopped our slow ambling gait to pause at a naked rose bush, still bearing bright red luscious hips, ever-ready for the taking… even amidst these fields of snow. I started selecting the brightest and plumpest of the rose hips, to nibble on along the way. Sitka immediately set about grabbing the lowest hanging of the fruit for herself. \u201cRose hips are high in vitamin C. Vitamin C is an anti-inflammatory too. Sitka knows what\u2019s good for her. She\u2019s only really been eating rose hips since her knees stiffened up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSmart dog.\u201d We both said it at the same time. And then I added \u201cExcept when she\u2019s chasing coyotes into an ambush.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Winter<\/a>

Winter Cache<\/p><\/div>\n

With my handful of rose hips, we continued to mosey through the fields toward the Forest\u2019s edge. I turned the conversation back to our earlier discussion about the agencies.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want to know?\u201d prompted Felix.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike… how much money is involved in black-ops… globally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cQuite a bit more than you can imagine. In a way, the entire economic wealth of the world is very much entangled with virtually all intelligence agencies. There\u2019s a whole lot of fingers in a whole lot of pies! Black-ops accounting is a fun little dance. Take underground bases, for instance. If someone at the appropriations level in black-ops gets the idea that he needs underground bases, the first thing we need to be clear on is that it\u2019s the taxpayers who are going to pay for it. If he decides he needs a hundred underground bases, the taxpayers will foot the bill for all of them… not necessarily because the agencies NEED the money, but merely because they can. There are many revenue streams in black-ops, as well as very deep pockets behind deep vested interests. Money really is no object… but they\u2019ll still stick it to the taxpayers any way they can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow could you ever get a hundred underground bases approved?\u201d I objected.<\/p>\n

Felix smiled. \u201cYou see, the people who approve the itemized black-op budgets in government are purposely retained in such an oversight position for a rather short duration. The argument is that no single bureaucrat should hold the position long enough that there\u2019s any chance he might start putting together a big picture. And for the same reason, black-op funds– ledger entries– only appear on the books for a very short time. So the guy who\u2019s in charge this year for approving the items on the black-ops budget doesn\u2019t have a clue what was approved last year by his predecessor. You\u2019d never have to sell them on the necessity of having a hundred underground bases; you\u2019d just have to convince them that one is absolutely essential… as many times as you like… and how hard can that be?\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed… cynically, I guess. \u201cSo is there someone in the black-ops world who has the big-picture view of the ultimate game being played? Is there anyone who really knows fully what\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a chance,\u201d answered Felix. \u201cYou might think that the integrated A.I. should know damn near everything in the spook world… but those embedded White Hats I mentioned earlier… there has to be parts of their psyche– of their Being– that are simply unperceived by the A.I. They\u2019re able to act in creative, unpredictable ways in order to score their little victories. No, there\u2019s much the A.I. is blind to still.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Mid-Winter<\/a>

Mid-Winter Outlook<\/p><\/div>\n

There was a natural lull in our conversation as we took in the views at the lookout above the river… and then Felix continued. \u201cThe whole scene is terribly obscured… and I\u2019m not just talking chemtrails here.\u201d It seems we both had a habit of laughing at little jokes that weren\u2019t really funny. \u201cOne of the main things to be aware of whenever the public suspects agency involvement is that they will do everything in their power to muddy the waters as much as possible. Since nothing anymore is really in their control, their main strategy is to hopelessly confuse the narrative. For instance, a perfectly legitimate grassroots rebellion might suddenly have crisis actors inserted into the mix. The fact that they\u2019re crisis actors will be conveniently \u2018leaked\u2019 online… so that all of the keyboard warriors will immediately jump to the wrong conclusions.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked on in puzzlement as Felix further explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s what they really really want– that the public jumps to conclusions which are deliberate red herrings. When the online conspiracy crowd suddenly concludes that a legitimate uprising is all just a staged psy-op because crisis actors have been discovered somewhere in the mix, all of the legitimacy of the whole thing vanishes. \u2018Oh, it was just a government operation from the beginning; nothing to see here.\u2019 That\u2019s how they quickly undermine any gathering momentum toward an overdue revolution.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo the public needs to refrain from drawing unwarranted conclusions,\u201d I summarized.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally any conclusions,\u201d answered Felix. \u201cIt\u2019s not the public\u2019s job to know or to figure out what really happened. Their job is to simply scrutinize the official government account of what happened and determine whether it makes sense. Does the official narrative reconcile the known facts? Is it internally consistent? Or does it defy all logic, reason and common sense?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike 9\/11,\u201d I interjected.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that\u2019s the granddaddy of them all. How many times have I heard the conversation play out? A Truther starts telling Joe Braindead all about the hundreds of inconsistencies with the official story about 9\/11, and at the first break in the assault to the reality construct that poor Braindead lives in, he asks the only question he can that has any hope of preserving his precious delusion: \u2018Okay, so what do YOU think happened on 9\/11?\u2019 My answer would be \u2018How the fuck should I know!\u2019 And I\u2019ve been a member of the intelligence community nearly all my life… and still, I don\u2019t know what actually happened that day. But I shouldn\u2019t be expected to! It\u2019s not the public\u2019s burden to take on the tasks assigned to the government when they– the government– fail to execute them competently. The public\u2019s job– nay, its sacred duty– is simply to call \u2018Bullshit!\u2019 And have the case reopened and reinvestigated until the official narrative satisfies ALL of the public\u2019s questions and concerns. That\u2019s it; there\u2019s no requirement to come up with alternate theories.\u201d<\/p>\n

Felix was making an important point. I nodded in agreement.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs soon as keyboard warriors with substantial followings start putting out their own conclusions and pet theories,\u201d continued Felix, \u201cthey\u2019re setting themselves up to be easily proven wrong. The government, and especially the agencies, are just waiting for the public to reach definitive conclusions about what\u2019s really going on… and then they just release a little bit more information– whether real or fabricated– to totally debunk the latest theory and deflate any credibility that went along with it. That\u2019s how the game is played. That\u2019s always been how the game is played. The public really needs to wise up!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo our only task ever is to determine whether the official story we\u2019re given adds up,\u201d I concluded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s it. Speculating on what might have happened based upon the flimsiest evidence available can only undermine the integrity of the whole process. Always remember that it\u2019s about the credibility of the official version, not your credibility, not your ability to put forward believable guesses. Government has to be held accountable for ALL of their actions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo we\u2019re not really meant to know the true details of an event– any event… until…?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUntil those who are directly involved are prepared to share the truth, to share their actual experience of the event… only then can we be sure of the stories being given– that they reconcile the experiences of all those involved, coherently.\u201d<\/p>\n

There wasn\u2019t really anything earth-shattering in what Felix was telling me, but it still felt really important to heed his advice… and to share it. And that brought up an obvious concern I hadn\u2019t thought of until just this moment. \u201cFelix?\u201d I queried. \u201cIf I\u2019m officially dead now, what happens when I go to publish my latest writings.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, from now on, you\u2019re being published posthumously. Just don\u2019t get too specific with current events. Keep things general and philosophical. We\u2019ll draft something later today that makes it sound like you\u2019ve left behind a treasure-trove of unpublished materials– things that can be leaked slowly to the public over time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy own personal psy-op,\u201d I said with a touch of irony. Felix nodded. \u201cFrom a marketing point of view,\u201d I mused, \u201cthis could actually work out well. Deceased artists tend to be much wealthier than their living– and often starving– counterparts.\u201d I winked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah man, dead folks are rollin\u2019 in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Liquid<\/a>

Liquid Emerald Spill<\/p><\/div>\n

We decided to head down to the river. The Tibetan Trail was covered in ice and snow, so the steep decline was more than interesting and rather challenging. We all made it down to the riverbank in one piece. Despite her sore knees, Sitka still had the easiest time of it. I had to slide down parts of it on my bum, as did Felix. Luckily, this time I didn\u2019t rip my pants in the process. I had lost three pairs of jeans in the last two winters sliding willy-nilly down this hill.<\/p>\n

\"Glacial<\/a>

Glacial Memories<\/p><\/div>\n

At the bottom, we brushed the excess snow from our clothes and turned our journey downriver. Then we resumed our conversation.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo far, I\u2019ve been shining a light into my dark world,\u201d said Felix. \u201cNow it\u2019s your turn to answer a few questions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike… where is this crazy train headed? In your estimation…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re at a very interesting cusp,\u201d I began. \u201cFrom the collective vibe that I seem to be tuned into, it appears that we are currently witnessing the collapse or disintegration of the default hive-mind of the collective unconscious– the one we were all born into. And concurrently, we\u2019re also seeing the first stirrings and assemblages of what I term the Collaborative Mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is along the lines of Jungian psychology, I presume?\u201d I nodded. \u201cHow exactly do they differ… these two collective minds?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe old one, the one that\u2019s falling apart, is reflected in the main characterizations of our society at large. It is hierarchical and conformist, based in control and domination at every level of functioning. It is rigidly conditioned and relies upon authority. It is prone to boredom and paranoia. As I said before, we enter into it unconsciously by default, at birth. It dominates our shared experience from an arithmetic strength in numbers– \u2018mob rules\u2019 democracy. But not for very much longer… Individuals are finding ways to consciously opt out. And in their own sovereign integrity, they– we– are beginning to assemble something new.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe main distinguishing characteristic of the Collaborative Mind is that it is entered into through conscious choice. The Collaborative Mind chooses diversity over conformity. It recognizes the infinite value that unique individuals bring to the collective table. It genuinely loves us for our differences– our greatest assets. It values creativity and novelty, adopting these as its very purpose for existence. It is egalitarian– again, acknowledging the infinite value of true individuation. From the Collaborative Mind, humanity will create a brand new future, a brand new world. It stands before the great unknown, ready to explore unfathomed possibilities…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we\u2019re not there yet…\u201d prompted Felix.<\/p>\n

I had to agree. \u201cBut that moment is rapidly approaching. There\u2019s still a whole lot of healing that needs to occur in the world at large– within the experience of its many individuals. But as each one heals… and releases their healing journey into the morphogenic field, others pick up on it subconsciously, and there is an acceleration in the shared healing process. We\u2019re beginning to witness that acceleration now.<\/p>\n

\u201cHowever, those who refuse to face their own demons and shadows, those who shun authentic healing… they will not gain access to the Collaborative Mind– not because it is in any way discriminatory or exclusive, but because the unhealed will simply never become aware of the choice. There are no zombies in Earth\u2019s future.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh well… that\u2019s good to know,\u201d chuckled Felix. \u201cI think we\u2019ve all had enough of the fucking zombies!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmen!\u201d I agreed. \u201cSo the general movement of humanity right now is through serious self-healing,\u201d I summarized, \u201cto a place of individual sovereignty and the absolute right to self-determination– also known as freedom. We\u2019re moving steadily toward freedom, traveling inward, through personal, self-directed healing. From there– as is beginning to happen already now– sovereign individuals, standing in their own authenticity and integrity, will naturally choose to come together in collaboration in order to create a world that works for everyone. It\u2019s just the natural course of events, as I see it,\u201d I concluded.<\/p>\n

\"Island<\/a>

Island Beauty Chaos<\/p><\/div>\n

There followed a natural lull in the conversation as the footing along the riverbank terrain posed numerous little challenges. And there were always plenty of winter wonders anyway to view and contemplate in silent awe along the way.<\/p>\n

\"Self-Rolling<\/a>

Self-Rolling Snowball (Powdered Donut with Sprinkles)<\/p><\/div>\n

Our overall plan was to head to the truck. I had decided that it was time to move back indoors, to resume work on some long-abandoned projects. Felix was glad for the prospect of not having to sleep on the ground again too. My camp could wait for me, alone, until spring.<\/p>\n

In this moment, we were content with the quietude beyond our crunching footsteps through the snow. There was only the occasional chirp and warble of birds flitting through the naked treetops. For a time they were our subtle minstrels, plucking notes from forest shadows, composing a drawn-out symphony in the slow rhythm of a winter still entrenched. Indeed, there was a hypnotic quality to the polyphonic cadence of breaths, footsteps and avian bards threading something more sublime than melody through the whole production…<\/p>\n

Felix and I both stopped suddenly in abrupt syncopation. The world was plunged into an ocean of silence. We looked out across the river, our gaze locked upon the darnedest thing. A Thunder Being– a six-foot tall humanoid with enormous wings like an eagle– \u2018flew\u2019 down the river valley, following the current below. It \u2018flew\u2019 in an almost upright position– in a posture that could only be described as aerodynamically absurd. Its impossible wings didn\u2019t flap or beat; they just grabbed the flightpath from thin air, in total disregard for the familiar laws of physics. And then it disappeared around the next bend in the river, fading back into unreality beyond the clouds and trees… and our own shock and awe caught somewhere in between.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou saw that right?\u201d said Felix in a deadpan voice still directed at the vacant sky. I couldn\u2019t speak; I nodded instead. Felix wasn\u2019t looking at me at all, but he could sense the affirmation nevertheless. \u201cSo what was it? I mean… what the fuck was that!\u201d<\/p>\n

It still took me a moment to find my voice. Finally, Felix turned to confront me, to pull an answer from my mouth. \u201cA Thunder Being,\u201d I whispered. My words registered no recognition upon Felix\u2019s face. Knowing that this would likely require a lengthy explanation, I answered along a completely different tack \u201cThat was the eleventh dream of seventh heaven…\u201d<\/p>\n

And the conversation resumed\u2026<\/p>\n

http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Chameleons-Teardrop.mp3<\/a><\/audio> Chameleon’s Teardrop (Makes a Rainbow) by Missing Peace (my band) from the 1996 album Tense Moments. (A song about the Collaborative Mind)<\/p>\n

And here is a current related discussion on SOVEREIGN SOUL GROWTH \u2013 The Inner Impacts of Exposing the Sentient Pathogenic AI \u2013 Artificial Intelligence Agenda \u2013 A Two Part Symposium<\/a>\u2026 featuring Alfred Lambremont Webre, Christine Anderson, Lily Earthling, Shane (The Ruiner), Claudia and this author (Niels Kunze). This is Part 1.<\/p>\n

And here’s a little preview of Part 2\u2026 from Lily’s presentation:<\/p>\n

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Prior Episodes of Running Dialogue: First Episode Second Thoughts Third Time’s The Charm Fourth Movement\u2026 Forth Fifth Element Sixth Sense Seventh Direction Eighth Wonder of the World Ninth Life of Schr\u00f6dinger’s Cat Tenth of One Percent Where I Stand Today (…)<\/p>\n

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