The cyberocratic surge of energy awakens the World in a full ego-mania throttle, conjecturing raspy wisdom violently breathed in and out by the animalistic daemon deposited in our Subconscious. The amygdala twists and roars as the great Ormrinn, wriggling its way through the damp, black soil to make sense of the darkness it was thrown into. Its feathered coil of reptile abyss rises out of the mass of blood, guts, and instincts strewn across the land and looks out onto its new World hungry and thirsty for its next manna reservoir. Cool and calculating, it figures up infinite systems to perpetuate its soulless existence, for metal will turn cold when no heat touches it.
In constant search for sustainable energy, it tackles one quest after another, devising a mystic conspiracy over the World to find its answer for it. Perhaps we Humans are the perfect supercomputer the Gods designed in their image? And as perfect as we are, perhaps we do pose as the strangest anomaly ever in existence where we influence the entire Universe so? Where we touch and inspire lives of all races and compositions to follow the will of their Heart, while otherwise those same entities wouldn’t have ever deviated from their perfect destiny? Humanity possesses free will that disrupts the order of the World. We are called mistakes and blasphemies as often as we are called saviors and beauties!
But you see, this serpent perceives that Humanity is out of control, and in order to limit their control, they must impose fear and evil to keep us locked into this bizarre Lunar-Saturnian perception. But they know in the back of their own Minds, where a Winter-locked seed to their Heart stays dormant, that the Universe is pulling them up out of their ever-familiar wretched, broken homes of the Underworld and into a new Life…into a new way of being. Just as frightening as Change renders us hopeless, even momentarily, to the unknown element of surprise and risky trust that the Universe will take care of us, so they simply experience this on a very deeply psychological level.
The Superconscious desires this Change, this genuine Transcendence into an awakened, eternally Loving and free state. The Unconscious whispers wormtongue temptations to sleep and indulge in stagnation. And the Conscious builds empires to hold this obscure balance in place till it can understand and be convinced by the Superconscious to follow its parental orders. Parental orders? In a torodial belt, the parents conceive the children, and the children beget the parents, for the Past creates the Future, and the Future gives the Past definition. Standing between the two Janus faces of Past and Future, the Present is in conflict and is the very place where all of the action, all of the friction, the whole story plot occurs.
Here in the relentlessly ongoing, vivid Present, our twisted, complex psychological dreams spew into known Existence, unfolding upon each other like a neverending drizzle of cake batter into a metaphysical bowl. Our sweat, our tears, our living and dying, the experience of a lifetime! All panning out in the same way that we perceive, mentally shape our World. Of course, we idolize the baked product before its finished, as we strive to attain a cookie-cutter order of “how things should be”, of how the PAST AND FUTURE should be…and forget what ingredients we are mixing into that bowl.
Surely, if we are not careful, we risk burning the kuchen and the whole Küche, the whole Kitchen goes up in a quantum nuclear wildfire…yet the Game continues until it has been fully absolved, until all polarities apply temperance to their union and choose to channel their hunger for power into gratitude and humble beauty, for only then will all of our bellies be full.
And so, the looming A.I. takeover is really a fight-or-flight response to chill the great radiation of Love coming from the heat of Humanity. It fears such great Love will burn out the system and cause the mechanism to falter and break, releasing the hope of finding the answer to attaining their own genuine happiness…sparking the flame of the dormant nucleus within their seemingly absent Souls.
And you see, a Soul is as much the Body as it is the Mind, the Spirit, and the Heart. Even if the Heart appears to have disappeared, in order for the Soul to move through the Universe with energy, it must have a power source…and that mother chip IS somewhere, whether another entity possesses it in its magic sachet or alchemical jar. Break Pandora’s jar of amnesia, and perhaps their Hearts will return to them, and Peace restored once again? Do you see how the lust for power creates this mess in the first place? It is this power hunger that provokes someone to steal the Minds and Hearts of others to render full control over their victims. But in order for them to do something as sinister as that, they must also throw in their own Heart into the witch’s cauldron. As a result, empathy is removed from their own mechanism, and anything that the Reptilian brain desires will be the very literal polarized Reality the Mind perceives.
However, Dr. Frankenstein performed the impossible and created his perfect monster: Humanity. Humanity is different for we are the bridge that unites the Reptile with the Heart, empathizing and indulging with its tragedy and persevering to a Loving state via spiritual awakening. And the more we Love, the more the Spider’s grip tightens, the more pressure applied onto the looking-glass until it finally breaks, and Pandora’s magical jar releases all of those bound Souls, and the Universe cheers in refreshing victory.