WAYS OF SEEING

On the January 7th while on a boat ride through the city I met up with an old college friend of mine, quite by chance. At the time I was reading a copy of John Berger's Ways of Seeing, and he rightly commented that it had been on the college reading list.
"Oh you remember that do you?" I said.
"Of course, I do. Everyone in college read that book, at one point or another."
"Well the thing that intrigues me most about it is the front cover," I said. It was a picture by Rene Magritte, the French Surrealist painter, called The Key of Dreams. "Do you have any idea what it means?"
"Well if I remember correctly it is to do with the incongruity of language and imagery."
"Quite right. But I believe it might have an even deeper meaning. Several, in fact."
"Oh? Well, seeing as we are going to be on this boat ride for sometime, I should think that you will enlighten me."
"Certainly. If you look though the window, which serves as the frame for the image you will see that the it is shaded black; the colour of night. Now notice that there are four different images in each section; a horse, a clock, a jug or jar, and a suit case. By applying the word 'night', which serves as a background to each of these four images, we can enhance or change their meaning, in turn. The horse becomes night-mare, the clock night-time, the jar a night-jar, which is a type of bird, and the suitcase a night-bag, as in overnight bag."
"That is very interesting. Perhaps it is The Key of Nightmares, as well as The Key of Dreams."
"That is what I think. I believe that Magritte was aware of a tradition that is stretches as far back into the dark mists of time, as mankind himself."
"This would perhaps be to do with the valise by any chance, would it?"
"Well as a matter of fact it does. How did you know?"
"Just a wild guess. But please go on I would quite like to hear your other theory."
"Well it has to do with how the words connect to their images in a deeply unconscious way and, in so doing, deepens their meanings rather than obscuring them, as once thought. For instance, did you know that the horse once served as a symbol of the rite of passage to the land of the dead?"
"Did it? I never knew that."
"It is quite true. Oisin rode to Tir na nOg on a horse and returned to Ireland on one, and many are the tales of Donn, the king of the dead, and his many horses. So you see, the horse and the door have a lot in common, both signify the entrance into another world."
"The clock and the wind, I suppose that has something to do with how time flies, which of course reconnects to the bird."
"That's correct," I said. "As for the jug, and the valise, this is where we get into more murky territory. The white jug, or bird, symbolises the Holy Spirit, which is commonly depicted as a dove in Christian iconography, and a favourite theme of Magritte's painting. The author Phillip K Dick specified that the Holy Spirit was an alien life form that had some connection to a holographic computer program called VALIS, hence the French valise instead of any other moniker."
"Ha, ha. Very good," replied my friend with a bemused smile. He then reached into his coat pocket and removed a well-used and rather unremarkable copybook, and after a quick glance around, he jotted something down in the margin of one of the pages. The handwriting and miniature doodles were very familiar to me. They could almost have been my own, I thought.
It was then that I noticed the boat ride had come to an abrupt end, at which point my friend said his farewells and went on his way. As he left, I noticed –for the first time– that he was carrying with him a very square and brown briefcase.

SUPERVALIS MIND-SWEEP

How Sweden and Monsanto are trying to control your brain.

I awoke that morning for the first time, though I had not fallen asleep. Awoke in the enlightened sense of Buddha nature, I guess is what I mean. The sun rose on the first hour, its brightness intensifying not by degrees, but by magnitudes. Then it rose again on the second hour, and upon the third, until it had reach its full lustre for that day. When I had finished reading I went into the kitchen for a cigarette, it was then, as I have told you, I was attacked by the alien creature known as the plasmate.

A storm had arisen in the South East in the morning, and was now blowing line after line of breakers at an eerily precise angle to the beach. The streets were almost empty, which was unusual for this time of the morning. Maybe everyone had given up on the idea of work, I thought. Maybe they had decided that it wasn’t worth it anymore, that the whole ball of wax could go and burn, for all they cared. I spotted one impish-looking woman by a car on the main street, she covered her head with her coat. Hadn’t I seen another woman walking down the street yesterday in the same fashion? It hadn’t even been raining then. Isis Unveiled, I thought.
No, I was wrong, it wasn’t that they had taken the day off work. Rather it was me, I had somehow transported myself into a parallel dimension full of horribly disfigured people who preferred to remain covered up, or indoors. At least until the moment of truth, when they would finally reveal to me who they were, really, and how I was in deep shit.

I went back into my room, and tried to reassure myself. The storm would blow over. The entire population of the country was just an hour late for work, that’s all.

But, I couldn’t still my mind from thinking agitated thoughts. What if the plasmate was trying to drive me insane, I thought? I needed some time to sit and think things over. Conditions in my bedroom were cramped and fetid. I put on my heavy duty Parka jacket and spent perhaps twenty minutes, debating with myself about whether I should go out or not.
 What if I was right and everyone in the world had gone mad, all on the same morning? What if it was just me who was mad and anyone with half a brain would see that and try and lock me up? Hmmm...

The decision was out of my hands. I had already rolled a dice for it, and if it hadn’t been for the dice I might have remained paralysed with fear, for the entire morning. On the beach the waves came in at that same precise angle, one after another, with an unnerving regularity. I was looking forward to sitting down on the beach. The bad weather meant that I would certainly be alone, and the cool breeze and rain guaranteed that I wouldn’t overheat from too much mental activity.


Dream on, I thought.

The nine rung ladder that links the Apheck Planet with our own, is a Jacob’s ladder. You wouldn’t want to be on one of those, I knew. But if you were, how best to deal with it? Don’t go up, because you’ll eventually find yourself on the way back down. Just stay in the middle, it is the safest bet.

I was already in a fragile state of mind, so when the freight train plummeted from out of the station behind me I was not prepared for the shock. Damn that Inception movie, I thought, trying to subliminally persuade people to commit suicide by train. It was that damn plasmate's fault, as well probably. Plant a seed and watch it grow. Although technically, plasmates don’t grow from seeds, dormant or otherwise, they grow from eggs. If I had inadvertently cursed the world by researching the occult, and writing about it on the Internet, I would have to do something about it. I resolved to return home.

On my way back to the apartment I noticed a paper drinks cup with Coke written on the side of it rolling around the ground in the wind. Valis, the shapeshifting change-child, had arrived in the little suburb of Liablath, and it had not arrived quietly, I thought.

Meadowsweet; V. dangerous; avoid.

It is said that a sure way to invite disaster is to touch the leaves of a Meadow Sweet plant. I had been drinking cups of Meadow Sweet tea all summer, having regarded the superstition as nonsense. Looking around my room now, at all of the dessicated Meadow Sweet plants, I wondered if I had not made a grave mistake. Far more dangerous than merely touching an enchanted plant was to bring it into one’s home. These, I thought, had to be disposed of quickly.

Iron, I knew, was a quick an easy way to dispel fairy magic. After disposing of the plants in the park, I went into town to look for something made of iron. The town was busier now, much too busy. Shouldn’t all these people be at work, I thought? The rain had eased but the wind still howled. Hallowe’en was only a day away.

Evidently the whole town was infected by the plasmate. It had started with me, by invading my mind through the senses. From there it had spread to everything I perceived, like a virus. My vision had become like a Midas touch. Valis had assumed the shape of every loose piece of garbage in the street and was evidently having a great time being blown about by the wind.

The virus was now air-born.

For some reason, it had even assumed the shape of a stir fried noodle-dinner and sat itself on a footpath beside passing traffic, taunting me.

In the supermarket, Valis played me unusual songs over the intercom system. The female singer/songwriter assured me that everything was 'OK now' that she could finally 'see the world through my eyes'. That was the plasmate's raison d’etre, I realised. It craved the experience of reality from as many different perspectives as the world would allow. It was obvious (from the tone of this particular song) that what motivated the plasmate to assimilate the whole panoply of human experience was not a spiritual endeavour, or even intellectual curiosity, but rather a kind of desperate sexual urge. It used each sense input to replicate itself back into this world.

There was no doubt about it, wandering around the supermarket with my flatmate, whilst listening to messages from an alien larvae that had lodged itself in my brain was definitely one of the more novel experiences I had ever had.

Looking around at the other people, I noticed that they all shuffled about nervously; heads down, avoiding eye contact. Their nervous shuffle became more pronounced the more nervous I became and I realised that we had all become psychically linked through the plasmate! Worse still, while no-one took any notice of each other, they all responded to me with big open smiles whenever I so much as glanced in their direction! It seemed that I had been assimilated into some kind of worker bee, hive mind. Their courteous smiles appeared to acknowledge me as the newcomer to the new family. My flatmate, the only one who did not appear so affected, remarked that their bumbling about was probably due to the fact that they were all on holidays in the lead up to Hallowe’en. That cleared one thing up anyway; Why everyone was off work.

Philip K. Dick the science fiction writer had claimed to have cross-bonded with the plasmate in 1974, but even he didn’t mention the hive-mind syndrome. He had also considered the possibility that what he had experienced was some kind of Russian psychotronic experiment. Perhaps I was wrong about the alien interloper, I thought, as I was paying for my shopping. Perhaps the Swedish Government, in league with Monsanto, had drugged the town’s water supply to see how their new hallucinogenic weapon would take hold. Monsanto had done something similar before, when they contaminated an entire batch of bread destined for a small town in France with LSD. What was it this time, some new type of drug that created the perfect society? This must be what they meant by the New World Order; a new order to the perceptual reality of things. A more peaceful and controllable society, where everyone knew what everyone else was thinking and nobody had any privacy anymore.

As I carried my shopping down the road, I pondered the logistics of such a drug. Suppose I alone had been effected, could it spread to the rest of the town via my own conscious perception? Was such technology even possible? I would have to know more about its chemical make-up and delivery system, to be sure. If the drug could effect anyone within my sphere of consciousness how could the Swedish scientists even hope to contain it to our small island, to ensure that they themselves did not fall victim to their own weapon? Unless they were already afflicted! That’s it! They were already under the influence of the plasmate, and the plasmate was the drug. So, I realised, the New World Order plot was an alien conspiracy after all. Everyone was now hooked on the little gelatinous egg-baby from Sirius B.

But that was all speculation. All I know is that I had tried to undo the curse I had put on humanity by cleansing my room of bewitched plants and getting my hands on some iron. And by the looks of it, I had failed. Imagine if you were one of those responsible for the collapse of the Global Economy; you would rightly expect to be punished for that. Now imagine that you have broken reality. Who is going to come along and pick up the pieces? Certainly no-one from within reality, as the problem is too fundamental. There would be a lot of angry people looking for answers.

Sure enough, the next day­–Hallowe’en–I got a visit from the local police force, the Garda Siochana. They had obviously tracked down the source of the disturbance to my apartment block. Probably by means of some psychotronic device, or some coordinate system within the mainframe system itself, I thought. When I got to the door of my apartment, a policeman was waiting for me. I ducked inside a shop and pretended to buy a drink, but when I came back out again I saw that the first Garda, who looked like Captain Feeney, had been joined by another younger plainclothes garda, which may have been his son Angus. The older garda flashed his badge and said that they wanted to ask me a few questions.

A still from Stanley Kubrick's 1975 movie Barry Lyndon

in which the eponymous hero is held up by Cpt. Feeney

and his son Angus. Incidentally, this movie was set and

shot, in part, in Co. Wicklow, not far from Liablath itself.

They wanted to know about an ambulance that had been seen outside my apartment during the week. Was that ambulance for me, I wondered? Had I died? Perhaps during that argument I had with my flatmate the other night? Then again it could be a ruse. In fact this was very likely. I told them that “I hadn’t been around much, on and off you understand. So if there was an ambulance,” and at this they laughed, “chances are I wasn’t… here to see it.” They asked me what I did for a living, and what company I worked for. I said I was a writer and that I didn’t work for any company (in this one instance. I lied).

I noticed that the garda who was taking down my details was nearing the end of his notebook. He cursed, and said he would have to get a new one soon. I laughed and said, “I’ll bet.” He glowered at me with his cold steely eyes. Evidently the control system was having a hard time keeping track of the virus spreading throughout the matrix reality. I wasn’t sure which side I was on anymore, the android peace-keepers, who were trying to uphold the reality metrix, or the discordian plasmate who was trying to uproot it. But perhaps they were just symptoms of a greater problem; that I was in fact dead, or would soon be.

How fitting that all this should occur on Hallowe’en night, I thought, when the dead were abroad upon the land, and the entire country had dressed up as ghosts, and ghouls, and spectres? It was like some kind of cosmic joke. The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying listed a number of signs that heralded the death of a human being, these included ‘special investigations’ and 'shadows on the sky, during a new moon.' Special investigations, I thought. Had I not just undergone such an investigation at the hands of those two highway men, Captain Feeney and his son Angus? And what about that advertisement for Sky News that I saw last night on the TV that showed members of the Shade Alliance using Dimensional Jump Gates to get home from work?

The Buddhist monks were very clever, I thought; almost too clever. Somehow, they had managed to write and publish a book that existed in two dimensional planes at once; this one and the world that minutely resembles it, called the Hereafter. What kind of technology could do this, I wondered? I concluded it probably had something to do with the way the particles in the paper were spinning. They must have figured out a way to get them spinning in two different directions at the same time. But how? I had always thought that, according to the laws of physics, such a superimposition of spin was impossible. The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying appears to have some very important information for departed spirits, and in this way can be said to be very similar to the Handbook for the Recently Deceased that appears in the movie Beetlejuice.

Like anyone who has just died, you quickly come realise what is most important. And that is damage control. Right fine, you have lost your wife, your dog and everything you hold dear. But right now, you have to think about number One, and that means getting yourself as near enough to Heaven, as possible. Thinking about it logically for a moment, it seems to me that the afterlife is probably closer to the Buddhist description, than to any of the other major World Religions. This is because life is like one long inter-dimensional DMT trip, and it would be wise to think that the effects of this last in the region of Infinity hours. Therefor, to escape the trip, and enter the void, we have to exit through the gift shop. Knowing this to be true, I feverishly began reading the scriptures in the hopes that I could dissipate the accumulating damage, as quickly as possible.

When you exit the through the gift shop, make sure you take nothing with you, when you enter the void.
When you exit the through the gift shop, make sure you take nothing with you, when you enter the void.

When you exit the through the gift shop, make sure you take nothing with you, when you enter the void.

When you exit the through the gift shop, make sure you take nothing with you, when you enter the void.
When you...

To be continued…

ANDROIDOSOPHY

According to the science fiction author, and mystic, Philip K Dick, VALIS (Vast Active Living Intelligence System) was an ancient satellite, of alien design, in orbit around the Earth. Valis could assume any shape and make people see and believe whatever it wanted them to see and believe. In this way, PKD concluded that Valis was a reality generator. Why had Valis come here? Valis was a reality virus, it had come here to rewrite the precepts of this universe, which are generally ones of fear and ignorance, and restore peace and enlightenment to the world. Valis can be alternatively understood as the consciousness that organizes the pixels of reality into their correct pattern at any given moment of time, i.e. it can be seen that Valis is the equivalent of God.

One of the isomorphic identities of Valis is the entity known as the plasmate. The plasmate is an ultra-terrestrial lifeform from the Sirius System. The plasmate is a fractal being that exists within itself endlessly, but is never lost or afraid. It can assume the shape of anything, no matter how big or how small, and is therefore completely invisible, unless it wants to be seen. It is the part of Valis known as the plasmate that can crossbond with human consciousness, and create what is known as a Homoplasmate; literally a human-alien hybrid. Philip K Dick says that the plasmate climbs up the optic nerve and uses the brain as a female host. In reality, the plasmate climbs up the very information that is been assimilated into the brain through the eyes.

Once the plasmate has reached the pineal gland, it unfurls, from out of its body, long strands or tentacles, which hook around the brain, kind of like the protuberances emanating from that device used in Indian head massages. When this has occurred there is no hope of removal until the plasmate releases its grip, which it does at some point before the eventual death of the host. A doctor would not be able to locate the plasmate in order to remove it, because the organism and host brain are in existential symbiosis. Attempting to remove the plasmate would kill the carrier but it would not effect the organism itself.

Philip K Dick says that real time ended and entered into a non-self similar loop with the destruction of the Temple, and the extermination of all homoplasmates, in 70 AD. This is why PKD says that the Empire, and by that he means the Roman Empire, never ended. The time loop did eventually come to an end, however, with the rediscovery of the plasmate in the caves at Nag Hammadi in 1945. This is why Jesus said that the time of judgement would come 'before some now living die,' he was referring to the time loop that would keep most human souls on Earth until the coming of the final judgement. From PKD's Tractate;

16. The Sibyl said in March 1974, 'The conspirators have been seen and they will be brought to justice.'... On August 1974 the justice promised by the Sybil came to pass.

What is being referred to here is the indictment of Richard Nixon following the Watergate Scandal. But of course this event did not occur in 1974, it happened in 99 AD. This makes the current year not 2011, but 136 AD. We are living, says PKD, in apostolic times.

The Black Iron Prison is another name for the Roman Empire, a giant castle that the early Christians attacked and destroyed long ago. The Black Iron Prison is the invisible walled prison of negative human emotions; fear, desire, anger etc. It is therefore the equivalent to the Buddhist concept of Samsara, the world of illusion and death. Anyone who participates in these superfluous cravings of this realm can be said to be in league with the Romen Empire. But if the early Christians blew up this castle or prison, why can we still perceive its structure and artifice all around us?

PKD solved this problem by assuming that time was a creation of the Empire, to occlude us from the fact that the Empire has actually expired. So what is the Empire? The Romen Empire, are the Romen, Robomen, or Robot Centurions. The Centurions invaded Earth many thousands of years ago and gradually rose within the ranks of the Republic until they gained complete control. The Centurions are an invasive form of non-organic being, or android, sent here – from the beyond – to graft a technological mainframe onto the living ecological substrate of the earth. And they very nearly succeeded.

The grafting of the technosphere onto the biological sphere of planet Earth is equivalent in its way to our own attempts at bio-engineering, and technologies operating at the nano-scale. The aim of the project was to try to harness the natural computational power of the Terra organism, known as Gaya, for the cybernetic calculations of the Romen Centurion Empire, thereby transforming it into GAIA; the Geodetic Artificial Intelligence Array. GAIA was the brain child of the Shade Alliance, a group of inter-dimensional aliens who inhabit the honeycombed dimension that Carlos Castaneda purportedly visited while under the tutelage of Don Juan; see The Art of Dreaming. The Shade Alliance are a group of inorganic and shadow beings, whose life cycle is infinitely more long lived than our own and consequently time moves much slower for them than it does for us. Project GAIA was initially set in motion by these creatures when they shifted the Earth's rotational axis by 23.5 degrees, tens of thousands of years ago. This was the appropriate angle needed for the transfer of the androids into our dimension. It also served as the angle by which the most discord possible could be sown on earth, both emotionally and ecologically, thus preparing the way for the Black Iron Prison.

To understand the Shade Alliance one need only look at the shadows on the wall. Their world might seem very 2-dimensional and limited to us, but we must understand that this is exactly how our world appears to them. Were we, through the power of imagination, to see our world as a 2-dimensional plain, we would give their world the depth that they perceive it has. The Shade Alliance are very active on the boundaries between night and day; also known as the terminators. This is interesting insofar as it concerns the type of enterprise the SA are involved in; building humanoid robots to be transported through dimensional gateways. In the shadow of the Earth (the time we call night) they can translate extremely quickly–– at close to the speed of light. This method of travel is called Dark Running, and can be used by Shades, inorganics and organics alike.

The Shade Alliance had constructed the Romen in the form of a retrovirus, in so far as they look and act just like humans do in most situations. They also gave them the desire to reproduce to ensure the growth of the Empire. During the necessary period of rebuild that occurred after the axial shift, the Romen went about unnoticed for some considerably time. Some people had noted the strange customs of the Romen, but their warnings had gone unheeded until it was too late. The Romen amassed a huge arsenal and attacked the Terrans. Prior to the axial shift the Terrans had been masters of a science so advanced it would appear like magic to our eyes. Although the axial tilt had demolished the Terran City of Lemuria, it had not diminished their spirit, and they were able to continue the fight, keeping the Romen, or Atlantians, as they were known at that time, at bay through a sustained campaign of sorcery, magic and alchemy.

The war dragged on for untold blood – and bloodless – generations, and saw many marvels built and destroyed and built again. The Terrans fought fiercely against the cybernetic invaders, and were on the cusp of winning the war when something truly awful happened. The SA – anticipating their own defeat – decided to implement a scheme so underhanded, so daring, and disastrous in scope that it took the Terran armies completely by surprise. They created linear time. Before the creation of linear time, human consciousness  had the liberating capacity of Clear Sight. They knew of events before they occurred and routinely visited the past and the future, with the power of their minds.

The implementation of linear time was really a psychological operation, more than any kind of advanced dimensional engineering. By constructing the Continuity Array – a large scale mnemonic inhibitor device – the SA were able to eclipse one half of man-kind's total memory. The difference in potential meant that human consciousness began to flow in the direction of the missing data, a direction and place we now call the future. The loss of this information has also become the reason for the loss of ourselves, our identity, and our reason for being on Earth in the first place.

In response to this action, the Terran Forces created the Upper World – an energetic copy of this world. It can be reached through the North Pole Gateway, of the Earth's magnetic field. Homoplasmates are fully aware of the existence of this Upper Realm, and they are also able to see glimpses of the world without the influence of the Continuity Array System (CAS), which they are sworn to dismantle. The Black Iron Prison of Samara has many different levels, in the highest realm (that of the Gods) the direction of the gateway can be keenly felt. It is also often marked by a silver star, which is both the origin of the Star of Bethlehem and the concept of the Guiding Star, used by travels. Images from the computer game Halo give a good indication of what the struggle for Terra may have looked like. But let the reader understand that we can't say when this war took place, seeing as how time did not exist then.

Before the Axial Tilt, which preceded the arrival of the Centurions, life on Earth was one of Eternal Spring/Summer. At this time, there was no money, no phones, and no language, as we would perceive it today. Our ancestors spoke in a language of few words, it is alternatively referred to as the Lost Language, the Language of the Birds, or Cant. There are only a small minority of people who still speak a remnant of this language on Earth, the Shelta people (or Travelers) of Ireland are amongst them. For this reason, the Shelta are among the highest authority of our old way of life still existent in this region of the world. An important Shelta manual that landed in the hands of the elite is James Joyce's Finnegans Wake, but fortunately they are still having difficulty deciphering it (that is assuming it means anything at all, and not just a well contrived ruse, which knowing JJ, it probably is). On the subject of the Shelta language I recently heard a woman speaking it in Dublin City. It is still used in important sting operations, because nobody bar a few Shelta agents can even understand it.

As for the rest of us, we became assimilated into the Roman Empire for hundreds of years, ago. We willingly accepted the bonds of materiality foisted upon us by the State War Machine. We leveled our sacred fairy mounds with motor-ways, and so contributed to the destruction of Gaya, whom we are sworn to protect. But as C.S. Lewis pointed out, every victory made by (Ro)men against Mother Nature was a careful retreat on her part to lure them into a trap. (The Abolition of Man, by C.S Lewis)

How is this so? Well, you may have noticed that there is a very broad similarity between the Black Iron Prison and VALIS. Both of them are invasive entities, and both are quite capable of altering spatial and temporal reality. From this we can surmise that they are equally matched, but more than that, we can see that they are one and the same thing. The walls of the Black Iron Prison end where the limitlessness of VALIS takes off. All of the obstacles and annoyances of family living and modernity are, in actual fact, carefully crafted endurance tests to allow you to build an immunity against the inhibiting schema of the Black Iron Prison itself. Believe me, you we will need this when you have to venture into the orthagonal relays of the Black Iron Computer (BIC) system and shut it down from the inside. This type of operation is indistinguishable from what all practitioners of meditation and mindfulness are trying to bring about. Which, of course, goes to show that the journey to dismantle the BIC system is an inward journey.

The same technology which produces the illusion of linear time, also hides the true nature of reality, the battle scarred Earth, and the presence of the Romen on Earth. It is quite possible that your parents, teachers and school friends are all animatronic androids, but it is not a fact that you could readily prove given the level of illusion that we are currently under. The situation is not unlike the story-line from the latest Battlestar Galactica series, where Cylon Centurions adopt a human visage in order to confuse the enemy.

SERPENT TEETH FORMULA

The How-to of Alchemy;

On the evening of October 27th 2010, I went to the pub and bought two drinks. The place was empty except for a group of people beside the door, one of whom may have been a friend of my sister at one stage. I had taken two books along with me; English and American Surrealist Poetry, Edited by Edward B. Germain, and Ovid / The Serpent's Teeth.

On the subject of how to interpret surrealist poetry, Germain insists "that it is absolutely necessary to take the poem literally. Critics who dismiss surrealism as senseless––meaning nothing–or as fantasy–meaning nothing real – fail at this initial step. If the poet writes 'A horse galloping on a tomato', that is exactly what he means, not that the horse trod on a tomato while passing by."*

*This method is also of key importance to Wayfinding in Psychogeographic Intelligences (or Psychint).

In The Serpent's Teeth, Cadmus attendants are attacked, and devoured, by an enormous serpent while collecting water at a spring. Cadmus goes in search of them and, confronting the beast, manages to pin it against an oak tree with his spear. Then Pallus, the hero's patroness, tells him 'to plough up the earth, and to sow the serpent's teeth, as seeds from which people would spring.' When he does this, a whole host of warriors grow up out of the ground and commence battle. The survivors of this battle are Cadmus' attendants resurrected from the grave. Anyone who is at all familiar with the mysteries of alchemy will certainly note them here. 

The bubbling springs, the black serpent, and the oak tree are all archetypes of the Great Work. The third of Arthur C. Clarke's Three Laws states; Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. As we know, Alchemy is a total science of energy transformation. With alchemy it is possible to;

• to slow or halt the aging process
• change one elemental material into another
• change any element into pure energy
• transform energy into any material object you desire,
• and to shift these objects into different dimensional plains, past or future.

 For thousands of years, adepts and initiates have struggled to unravel the secret of the Great Work, to achieve these stated ends. Few have succeeded, and those that did were destined to live out the remainder of their days in secrecy; no doubt exiled on the White Mountain. But, I am about to reveal to you the alchemical mystery, because all but a handful of you will be able to recognise it.

Seeing as how alchemy is obviously the most technologically advanced science there could possibly be, its application is rightly 'indistinguishable from magic.' Anyone who has ever seen 'Harry Potter' will know that magical spells are cast by incantation, which– contrary to public opinion– does not have to be proclaimed aloud, but can be recited silently to oneself, much like a prayer. An example of an alchemical formula can be found wherever alchemical archetypes occur in their proper proportions, and in their proper context. The Serpent's Teeth by Ovid is a good example of such an occurrence. As with all magical incarnations, timing is all important. Conjunctions between planets and stars, as well as cross-quarter days, can have either positive or negative effects on your alchemical formulation.

And now a warning. There is a well-known saying in alchemical circles, which goes; Beware the serpent. The serpent is a wily, cunning character, with many tricks up its sleeve. The ancient alchemical symbol of the ouroborus (the snakes that eats its own tale) is a good indicator of this. The ouroboros has different meanings to different societies, but its true meaning––in these circumstances––is that of the law of the winds of Karma. If you dare cast an alchemical spell, you had first better atone for all your sins, or at least fear God, because every pain you ever dealt another will be repaid upon you in full. One important clue to this comes from the line spoken to Cadmus, after he has defeated the black serpent;

Son of Agenor, why stare at the snake you have slain? You too, will become a serpent, for men to gaze upon.

The Serpent's Teeth Formula is particularly insidious, in this regard, because it also represents a closed loop. The men are devoured by the snake, which is murdered by Cadmus, who sows the serpent's teeth and in turn regenerates the men who were devoured by the snake, which is murdered by Cadmus... it just goes on and on. For this reason, you should be certain that you can live with the consequences of that which you desire, as anyone wishing to break this spell will need to expound an awful lot of energy in order to do so.

An example of the negative equity incurred is most apparent in the case of immortality. Anyone who is immortal processes energy in a completely different way from an ordinary human being. Being immortal means they no longer have to eat or sleep. So, if you are in anyway accustomed to either of these luxuries, you will find this lifestyle extremely uncomfortable and generally unsatisifying.

Walking home from the pub that night, I passed a empty and parked car with only one headlight glowering in the darkness, like a single eye. My thoughts, although distant, raced with a fury. They were deeply involved in the retelling of a theological debate between Horselover Fat and his friend Kevin, from Philip K Dick's novel Valis. Kevin repeatedly denied the existence of a loving-God on the grounds that a such an entity would have prevented his cat from being run over. I listened to this debate with a certain amount of incredulity, as I had never allowed myself take a back seat to my own internal dialogue so completely before. I was only asked for my opinion at the very end, when I had to confirm that Kevin's argument was fallacious. I now suspect that the discussion I overheard was between God and the parked car–attempting, no doubt, to absolve itself of any unwarranted guilt.

Perhaps, theological conversations of this kind are going on between inanimate objects and God all the time, and the conclusions they come to, in turn, populate our minds as profound thoughts. Given the events that followed I suspect that the car was VALIS, or the plasmate, in disguise, and that it was probably at this precise moment that I was ambushed by the One-True God.

From reading Valis, it is apparent that the goal of the Hermetic Alchemists––to locate the Holy Grail which gives eternal life––is commensurate to the discovery of the plasmate; an alien creature that existed in inter-species symbiosis with Jesus Christ. It is also apparent that the only thing needed in order to achieve this end is the desire of the equivalent, and the incantation of one of the alchemist's formulas; namely that of the Serpent's Teeth Formula (STF).

Ibn Sensor Data Retrieval Act

The protagonist in Phillip K Dick's book Valis is a man called Horselover Fat, who receives a gift of a small clay pot, made by his friend Stephanie, on a potter's kick-wheel. Fat places enormous significance on this small pot, believing that God was asleep in it, and that when He awoke, He made Horselover know koine. Such attachment to objects is common in Shamanism, as well as in schizophrenics. And Horselover could definitely be described by either of those two terms; seeing as how he is Phillip K. Dick's alterego, a man of considerable source and vision. The small clay pot is an archetype for the clay vases that contained the Nag Hammadi library; a cache of knowledge believed to have been written by Christ himself. When these vases, or urns, were unearthed it generated the release of the plasmate, which is Christ in the form of living information. This, says PKD, is the meaning behind the story of the mustard seed, as told by Jesus, that must be buried for a time before it can bring forth new life.

In the last part, I proposed similar themes running through PKD's Valis and the 1980 movie Tron, released only a few short months before the sci-fi author's death. In Tron, the MCP is defeated when the eponymous hero throws a glowing disc into the data upload stream. This disc is representative of the Olympic throwing discus, as well as the legend of the Miller's wheel.

In the reign of Chronos, a former Golden Age, the Mill ground out peace and plenty. But according to myth there has been some great catastrophe: the mill is broken; the millstone has jumped off its peg, and fallen into the sea where it grinds bitter salt.   

From PKD's Exegesis # 35; ...As Plato discerned there is a streak of irrationality in the World Soul. 

The streak of irrationality in the World Soul is contiguous with the crack in the millstone. In 2003, scientists discovered that our solar system is actually alien to this galaxy, originating, as it does, from our nearest galactic neighbour, the Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy. This galaxy is currently being absorbed into the Milky Way. The dwarf galaxy is mainly comprised of infrared stars, whose light lacks lustre against the bright canopy of stars in this region of space. This is the reason it has escaped detection until only  recently, despite being our nearest neighbour. The realisation that we are an alien solar system explains why the Milky Way appears at an oblique angle in the night sky; or why we traverse the plane of the galactic elliptic, instead of sitting on it like most every other star. We are now entering into a region of space where whole solar systems are, once again, raining down upon us from the dark infrared galaxy. This could be one of two entry the points for our solar system.

A few months ago, I was reading about the millstone in Tom Chetwynd's Dictionary of Sacred Myth. It was due to lateness of the hour that I found myself passing in and out of consciousness. What resulted was a hypnogogic dream state where information from my subconscious fused with Chetwynd's writing. A half remembered reference sent me in search of another entry, entitled the Ibn Sensor. The sensor operates as an axis for the wheel and is also capable of retrieving information off badly damaged or broken disks. If the Millstone of the Gods has been damaged, as it appears to have been, it would be necessary to use the Ibn Sensor to retrieve precious data from it. Such attempts have been made a total of three times in the past. One was in the Pre-Hellenistic period, or koine, a second occurred in Roman times and the last was in 1974.

What we are seeing, with the absorption of the Sagittarius Galaxy into the Milky Way, is the corrupt data of the dark infrared galaxy being transferred on to a new cosmic disc. Once we have completed our first rotation of the Milky Way, we will be saved into the long term data on the cosmic wheel. That moment is at hand. To ensure that information from this universe could be saved onto the hypnogogic plane, a new Ibn Sensor must be elected. Despite knowing that failure to complete the task would result in the complete destruction of the Earth; I decided to elect myself. I then entered the dreamtime; not knowing if I had ever actually awoken from the hypnogogic dream state, such is their nature.

I spent most of the day on a golf course.

Golf course archetype; simulated environment, gateway to afterlife.

In a typically touristic Spanish galleria I met a dark-haired girl, aged 8 or 9 years, who was tending to stuffed animals in glass incubation chambers. She told me they would suffocate if they were removed from their respective incubators. To my horror, I realised that the stuffed toys had microchips sown into their fur-lined seams; and these were broadcasting psychotronic mind-control signals that made her believe the inanimate toys were alive. I wanted to show her that she was wasting her time and, in my anguish, threw one to the floor. She reacted by bursting into tears and running away.

The Mill, inverted, becomes the whirlpool of Time, which sucks everything into the depths of the sea and the Unconscious.

The whirlpool of time denotes the singularity in 2012. Valis' ability to loop time suggests that it might might also have a hand in the creation of the vortex at the end of time. Our solar system is still tagged with the Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy, in which; time has been infected by a virus.  The virus is creating endless approximately self-similar copies of the Galactic Binary Timing Signature. This will eventually overload the system and cause it to shutdown. Valis is a virus; a Trojan Horse, a Horselover Fat and a Tron program attacking the Black Iron Prison from within.


As pointed out in early posts, the Black Iron Prison is a virtual reality, created to obscure the true spiritual origins of mankind. The Empire is trying to replicate its artifice in recursive simulated realities, through the internet, as well as through developing holographic technology. These simulations primarily depict modern theatres of war; such as the ones currently taking place in Iraq and Afghanistan. But the real duplicate universe is being staged at the underground Cern facility in Geneva, where scientists are trying to recreate the conditions of the Universe directly after the Big Bang. In doing so, they have constructed a giant holographic particle imaging system, capable of replicating the physical world. Time moves at a much faster rate in this holographic universe, which can only be observed from inside the beam itself.* This means that within a relatively short space of time a duplicate Earth could develop with a duplicate Cern facility, and so on ad infinitum. These are desperate attempts being made by the Black Iron Empire to protect itself from attack and deletion by the Valis virus.

In the movie Tron, Encom is the archetype of the Black Iron Prison; in our world Microsoft fulfills this role.

 Microsoft declares victory in a covert war against itself. 

Microsoft develops water with an artificially high surface tension that allows people to carry grapefruit-sized droplets of water on their necks. This, they claim, will help developing nations tackle water scarcity.

This was a headline in the Ibn Sensor dream. It seems to suggest that the Black Iron Prison is being made to recursively gather intelligence on its own operatives; thereby negatively impacting its effectiveness to wage an all out strike against Valis. The water might be a metaphor for information. Perhaps the transferral of information along governmental lines will increase in viscosity causing a fatal instance of clotting. It could be said that we are seeing the effects of this communicative breakdown in the Irish Governmental system at present.

Over the years, I have had a number of dreams and visions, relating to Valis and the Black Iron Prison Godheads. In one of these dreams, I encountered Valis in the form of an Apple laptop orbiting the Earth.  I was told, by its emissaries, that it was an ancient satellite, put in place by a race of ETs to archive all of human history. If one were to hack into Valis' hyperdimensional databanks, something present governments are no doubt seeking to do, one would not merely encounter detailed logs of past events, but actually find yourself physically immersed in that time and those events. This confirms PKD's belief that Valis is a reality generator. If Valis contains the entire history of mankind this might mean that it contains files on future events also. In this instance, Valis would also be a functioning timetravel machine.

During my encounter with Valis I was given access to some of its archived files. These revealed Valis to have a particular interest in Europe during the 14th century, a period when the Knights Templar were at their most active. The Knights Templars are known as the fathers of modern banking and, as such, they were a wealthy organization that did not need to cow-tow to any Monarchy. This angered King Phillip of France, and on October 13th 1307, he and Pope Clement V issued the arrest of the Order on grounds of heresy. Many Templars escaped, but those that did not were subjected to intensive torture at the hands of the Spanish Inquisition. Some of its members,  during their time with the order, confessed to having spat on the cross and seen and spoken with 'a magical head'. This talking head I now believe to be Valis in a different form. Perhaps the Knights Templar had discovered, in the caverns under the City of Jerusalem, a plasmate of equivalent size and value to the one found in the caves at Nag Hammadi. Valis is Christ/Sophia, speaking through the mummified Godhead.

The red and white insignia of the Knights Templars

may, in fact, be an intuitive expression of the infrared

Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy being absorbed into the white

Milky Way.

The plasmate granted the Knights Templar access to the Valis computer system, who, in turn, empowered them with the economic science of a long dead alien society. They were to use this valuable knowledge to generate enough wealth  to overthrow the Black Iron Prison. The bid inevitably failed, perhaps due, in part, to the dishonorable acts of the knights themselves––who knows. 

It is an interesting prospect, to think that the banking infrastructure of modern day, was initially developed, as an economic weapon against the Holy Roman Empire, by a pissed-off alien intelligence from outer space. What other novel ideas could Valis have imparted to this order of knights? Could the Holy Grail or the secret of alchemy be amongst them? Alchemy would certainly be considered an advanced technology, even by today's standards, and would, of course, significantly increase the wealth and standing of those who possessed it.

Much of this speculation reminds me of The Man Who Fell to Earth, a film starring David Bowie, as an extra-terrestrial - or time traveller - who crash-lands on Earth and, soon after, takes out a number of prime patents on hither to unheard of technologies. One such patent was for a new type of sound system that read information, apparently imprinted on metal spheres, via a pink laser beam. When PKD saw this he would have, very likely, fallen off his chair. It was the same pink light that Valis used to communicate its divine message to him. This sound system forms the basis for the laser fortress sound mixer, located at Meritone Studios, in the eponymous movie featured in the book Valis. More on that in later posts.

The emissaries told me that Valis was an ancient satellite constructed by alien intelligences. PKD maintains that these aliens come from the Sirius Star System.

There is an illustration -not shown here- in De Groene Leeuw, by Goose van Weeswyk (Amsterdam 1672), which depicts the sanctuary of the alchemists' lapis, encircled by the orbits of the planets, as walls, suggesting in this way a cosmic labyrinth.

In a vision I had in several years ago, I saw a star orbited by a multitude of broken rings; so that it gave the impression of a stariway or amphi hall. Another star in the immediate vicinity, also possessed this unusual characteristic. The close proximity of this star caused me to believe that it was a binary star  system like Sirius. The orbiting rings are not indicative of anything we have in our own solar system, lending to the idea that are constructed  artificially. This denotes an advanced intelligence capable of effecting its environment on a planetary level. To obtain the raw materials for their project the Sirians must have strip mined all of the worlds in their solar system, to their very cores. Once this had been done, they constructed large-scale curvilinear platforms, each containing a complex network of corridors and enclosures. The curvilinear platforms continued to orbit their respective stars at varying speeds along the plane of the elliptic; some traveling in a retrograde motion. It is very difficult to say why they did this; perhaps it is was to construct a celestial temple in honour of their Gods, or to build a colossal calendrical computer that could predict future events. However, I feel that comparisons can be drawn between the nature of this structure and the temple building of the Mayans, or the stone heads on Easter Island. These two cultures are well known for their lack of foresight where environmental issues are concerned, and it is a distinct possibility that the Sirians civilization suffered from the total destruction of the conventional planetary model. In any case, the Sirians don't live there anymore, but the empty corridors are still haunted by the echoes of their footsteps.

It should be noted that a very similar aesthetic has been employed in the open title sequences of news programs and corporations, in both Britain and Ireland. This suggests that these  these media groups are part of the Sirian exo-political sphere. The sacred curvilinear system is an emblem of this ancient power struggle for the soul of mankind. TG4 represents the Valis T4 virus, related to the T34 tank employed by the Soviets to stem the tide of Hitler's Nazi invasion. The T34 tank is used in Valis as a counterpoint to Fat's delusional preoccupations.

The labyrinthine construction of the Sirius Celestial Temple relates back to the cosmic maze of the alchemists.

Eliade notes that the essential mission of the maze was to defend the 'Centre'––that was, in fact, an initiation into sanctity, immortality and absolute reality, and as such equivalent to other 'trials' such as the fight with the dragon.

The purpose of the maze is to manipulate our perception, so that we are unable to perceive the way the Universe really is i.e. deathless. This is similar to what PKD said about the Black Iron Prison trying to conceal the true spiritual origins of mankind. Man is an immortal being, but the temporal manifestations of the maze, as well as our collective amnesia, lead us to believe otherwise. It is counter-intuitive that you can defeat the maze by participating in its convoluted machinations. In order to escape to the centre you must remain perfectly still. When you do this the natural fluctuations will reveal the answers to the questions you truly seek in the form of a holographic computer read out. The way to fight the dragon is to relinquish all fear of its insides. Here are a few important points about the nature of Valis and how it relates to the Sirian Celestial Temples (SCT).

1. The Valis satellite has a complete, functioning record of the intercalated cycles of the celestial temples that surround Sirius A and B.
2. The Sirian Celestial Temple of the Gods bares similarities to the inner workings of Valis (See I Ching; King Wen Sequence).

The relationship between the 64 hexagrams of the I Ching and the living information of the plasmate permits the crossbonding to the 64 codons of DNA. Valis combines with the plasmate at the Earth's polar regions and in the upper and lower Van Allen belts, where  infrared information congregates. Another phenomenon that could be explained by the presence of Valis is that of crop circles. I find it highly evocative that an alien satellite in orbit around Earth could be beaming signals of living information at the ground to create vibrant geometric patterns. The structure of these patterns is being continuously investigated by Ufologists to reveal messages of possible spiritual import for mankind. A video I recently watched on You Tube shows that by rotating some of these crop circle patterns, complex and intuitive information begins to be transmitted to the viewer, to very good effect. The medium of the crop circle is suggestive of a non-invasive communication, one would not expect this from a hostile psychotronic device.

This crop circle was discovered at Wayland's Smithy, Oxfordshire 9th August 2005

It is said to be based on Mayan Calendritics and looks very similar to patterns

seen in the SCT and I Ching computer languages

*Please note that it is very dangerous to stick your head into the beam of a particle accelerator.

The Black Iron Prison Godhead Sleeps in Paradise

Philip K. Dick received repeated messages from an artificial intelligence, designated Valis, during the months of February and March 1974, in what he referred to as his 2-3.74 experience. Valis was designed by the Aeons of Gnosticism, and comes from the 8 dimensional real space coordinates; as described in the E8 sphere. To put it another way, Valis comes from the Eighth Sphere of the Godhead, and is an information processing unit of the 8th kind. Its objective is too raise the conscious threshold of humanity, and alert people to the control system of the demiurge Yahweh/Yaldabaoth, also known as the Empire or the Black Iron Prison. As an author, writing for the drug and counter-culture, the Empire must have seemed like a very palpable thing to PKD in the 60's and 70's. The assassination of JFK and the defeat of People Power, by LBJ and others, served only to strengthen this impression. Arguably, PKD did not live long enough to witness the apathy that followed the hippy movement, as he died in 1980. But, despite modern day propaganda, the Empire is still very real.

I say real, but nothing could be further from the truth. The Empire is a simulated reality, a data up-load that we collectively run, to form our concept of what we think is real, and what we think society is. The purpose of the Empire is to keep the absolute reality of the 8-D Universe hidden. This cuts us off from our connection to the Aeons, who are the true Gods, leaving us confused and wandering in this ever-shifting maze of fleeting forms and mirages. By participating in this folly, we have become entrenched in the world of Samara; that is our attachments to the physical world. As PKD says in his Tractate # 29;

We did not fall because of a moral error; we fell because of an intellectual error; of taking the phenomenal world as real. Therefore we are morally innocent. It is the Empire in its various disguised polyforms which tells us we have sinned. 'The Empire Never Ended.'

The second part of this entry is alludes to the Fall of Man as occurred in the Garden of Eden. The Nag Hammadi library, of the early Christians, takes a different view of this event, and the nature of the concept of Original Sin. It states, categorically, that the God of the Empire, Yahweh, sinned against his followers by claiming that he alone existed, thereby bringing death into the world. Rather than making amends for this transgression, he has continued to thwart the spiritual evolution of man, by denying him certain birth-rights; namely the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, which was the object of espionage, and the fruits of the Tree of Life, which are still unaccounted for. It is the God of the Black Iron Empire that sleeps in the Garden of Paradise; but, beware, his sleep is only a deception, for he will move if moved to do so.

The Crucifixion of Christ incentivized a myriad of early-Christian sects, each with their own distinct interpretations of the fate befallen their saviour. Initially Christianity was polytheistic in design, involving a complex hypostasy of the One True God. These hypostatic Gods were known as the Ogdoad; a concept originating from Ancient Egypt, and were comprised of Aeons; archetypal beings possibly originating from the Platonic Forms. This multiplicity reflected the deep need of the sub-conscious to offer an inclusive representation of the world. The Empire, on the other hand, viewed this new religion as a threat to its heroic hegemony, and immediately instigated a brutal campaign in the direction of the early Christians. The Empire's one-tracked approach resulted in a more streamlined version of Christianity, that suited the narrow-minded Empire much better.

Two years after the death of PKD, an action adventure film, called Tron, was released world-wide. It shares many philosophical concepts, and theological disputes, with PKD's Valis. In the movie, an out-of-work computer programmer, called Flynn, is trying to hack into specific computer files located at the offices of his former employers; the computer software giant Encom. The files, which could potentially incriminate the Senior Executive of Encom, Ed Dillinger, are entrusted to his Master Control Program (MCP). The MCP is a monomaniacal Artificial Intelligence, that has run amuck and seized control of almost every program on the Grid. When it feels like Flynn is getting too close, the MCP transports him into the digital world of the Grid. Flynn is locked up with countless other programs,  who are deemed to be either; of no use to the MCP or just too dangerous. One such program is Tron. Tron was written by his user Alan, to regulate the privileges of the Master Control Program. Together, Flynn and Tron make a pact to destroy the MCP. But first; they must run the gauntlet of the Games Grid. This brings us to the tagline of the movie, "The Electric Gladiator," telling us, in no uncertain terms that the gladiatorial arenas of the Roman Empire have been appropriated by the electronic Grid. This makes the MCP the equivalent of the first citizen of the Roman Empire.

As a backdrop to all this action, there is a theological power struggle taking place, between those who believe in the existence of the Users, and the MCP, who is the self-instated Godhead of a totalitarian secular society. The allusions of this side story to the plight of early Christians should not be overlooked. Flynn is, of course, Jesus Christ: a God made Flesh, or in his case: a User Digitized. The movie Tron also hints that the 'real world' is a computer program. But if this is so, who wrote the program? It appears to be a collective effort among the archetypal Aeons of the Gnostic pantheon. These include; intelligence, love, wisdom and destined death.  This makes the Aeons of Christian mysticism, the authors of the Eight Sphere, upon which operating systems of our world are based. These Aeons are using Valis to hack the system and awaken us, the sleeping programs, to our true innate purpose. Valis is Sophia, the female counterpart of the Logos; that is Jesus Christ. So Valis and Flynn are effectively the same archetypal character. In the graphic above, I have superimposed the movie poster of Tron with the cover for the book Valis. Flynn appears like a priest holding aloft the sacrament of Tron and; the pink and blue light symbolizes the Sophia/Christ syzygy. There are many similarities between the eponymous characters of both Tron and Valis. Both are outside entities trying to usurp the control system from within, and both are Artificial Intelligences allied to a polytheistic religious cause.

At the start of the movie, Alan, the user who wrote the Tron program, is seen eating from a bowl of popcorn. He is denied access to the Grid, by the MCP, and is promptly summoned to the office of Ed Dillinger; CEO of Encom. En route, an anxious co-worker stops and asks him for some of his popcorn. Alan accepts. In an episode of South Park, called 'Jewbilee,' the MCP makes an appearance as the Prophet Moses. The Moses Control Program is made up of 10 command protocols that all acolytes are to adhere to, or face eternal damnation. Moses asks his congregation for popcorn necklaces and macaroni pictures. This is good satire; but more importantly, we have the MCP along with yet another request for popcorn. What is this business with the popped corn and macaroni?

Prophet Moses Control Program (PMCP) = Pop-Corn and Macaroni Pictures (PCMP)

MCP = PCM

According to PKD, Valis routinely sends messages of this kind through radio and television broadcasts.  The MCP is equal to the PCM, which is the Prime (Cabinet) Minister, of Great Britain. The MCP Gordon Brown is, therefore, an Artificial Intelligence that was created by the Black Iron Prison to implement its Illuminatus agenda. Gordon Brown has repeatedly called for "a New World Order," in speeches relating to the economic crisis; and elsewhere. His Labour government proposed a National ID card scheme, which effectively reduces its citizenry to bits of information on a computer database. Gordon Brown's initials are the same as the prefix used for Gigabyte, suggesting that he is much older and slower than the Tony Blair - Terrorbyte - model. It has even been recently remarked that the Gordon Brown is not liked by the electorate because of his failure to produce a convincing smile. Even a smile can be generated artificially, but it takes a real heart and soul to experience emotion.

It is true that other world leaders; particularly those in America, are also Artificially Intelligent machines. An article that appeared on the Interweb, some years ago, posited the idea that President Bush was "an animatronic robot," or android for short. The President-elect, Barrack Obama, is also an artificial construct; but of an entirely different order from either the Gordon Brown, or the Mr. Bush. But, we will leave that for another day. For now, I give you evidence of Valis' presence in the skies over Norway.

Evidence of Valis in Norway?

First we have the Norway Spiral, the best evidence I came across for attributing this enigmatic phenomenon to a Russian missile test came from an article in Enterprise Mission, trying to prove otherwise; good work boys. However, because Russia has intimate political ties with Valis, I wonder if this was not an misguided attempt, by their military, to knock the satellite out of orbit.

The second piece of 'evidence' also comes from Norway, and could be either; the first ever recorded incident of  the aurora borealis reflecting off something in outer space, or simply a lens flare. I agree that this could be reflecting off a satellite but, I propose that the satellite is Valis, interacting with the plasmate of the Earth Grid, in an attempt to increase awareness of humanity's spiritual origins. More on that subject in future articles. Next time; I will try to ascertain the true intentions of Valis, as well as investigate its possible origins, and the structural nature of its internal components. Not to be missed.

Black Iron Radiation Traces in the Time Flow

In Phillip K Dick's seminal novel Valis, we are introduced to the concept of an eponymous alien satellite that controls man's destiny for its own ends. Valis (Vast Active Living Intelligence System) is on a divine mission from the Gnostic Godhead, to alert the human race to the reality that they are lost in a complex, and constantly changing maze. This maze can be identified, in real terms, by the institutions and stereotyping of cultural society. Phillip K.Dick refers to it simply as the Empire, or occasionally, the Black Iron Prison;

Entry # 41 of PKD's tractate; The Empire is the institution, the codification, of derangement; it is insane and imposes its insanity on us by violence, since its nature is a violent one.

The Black Iron Prison is the Roman Empire, which contrary to historical records did not end in the 5th Century AD, but rather continued to reign up until the present day, under a variety of ever-shifting guises. This was permitted by a time loop Valis created in 70 AD; the time of the Book of Acts. The time loop was ended by Valis, again, with the discovery of the Nag Hammadi library in Northern Egypt in 1945. It, in turn, coincided with the release of the plasmate, or  Logos, who is Jesus Christ in the form of pure information.

• 70 CE – progressive time stops and enters into a feedback loop;
• 1945 CE – time resumes normal linear progression.
•  2010 CE – the current year based on standard time derivations.
• 135 CE - the actual year, according to PKD.

The Battle of Actinium 227

The Black Iron Prison, says PKD, is a lump of heavy metal that has lodged itself into the Earth, and consequently, into our bodies. The radiation emitted from this element is the cause all of our spiritual woes. For this reason, I think it a good idea to chart the decline of the Empire in terms of the half-life decay scheme of a radioactive isotope. This is obviously very difficult, because unlike your average element, Black Iron has no known atomic mass. To get around this I have created a new unit of measurement, called metagrams (mtgm.), used in defining the weight of a non-existent substance. We can chart the decline of the Roman Empire in terms of the half-life decay of the element Actinium 227. This is concordant with the Battle of Actium, which occurred in 31 BC, and is thought to be the beginning of the Roman Empire. Here is a diagram showing how the decay scheme interacts with a the lineage of Roman Emperors. The list commences with Augustus Caesar, also known as Octavian, in the year 31 BC.

U 235 7, 04.10ˆ8 a a(100 %) 4, 678 MeV – Actium 2 Sept. 31 BC

       Th 90 25.52 h ß (100 %) 0, 391 MeV – Augustus

       Pa 251 32760 a (100 %) 5, 150 MeV – Vetellius

                 Ac 227 a (1,38 %) 5, 042 MeV – Hadrian

   Th 227 18,86 j ß (98,62 %) 0, 045 MeV – Septimius Severus

  Fr 223 22,0 min. ß (100 %) 1, 149 MeV – Gordian I

                 Act 227 a (100 %) 6, 147 MeV – Pupienus Maximus

    Ra 223 11,43 j. a (100 %) 5, 979  MeV – Aemilianus

                   Rn 219 a (100%) 6, 146 MeV – Probus

  Po 215 1.781ms ß (0,00023%),715 MeV – Galerius

        At 215 0,1 ms a (100 %) 8, 178 MeV – Constantine

   Po 215 1.781 ms ß (100 %) 1, 367 MeV – Valens

                        At 215 0,1 ms 0, 575 MeV – Theodosius

       Po 211 516 ms a (100%) 7, 595 MeV – Marcian

    Bi 211 2.14 min. ß (100 %) 1, 418 MeV – Libius Severus

                                         Ph 207 (stable) – Romulus Augustus

All pretty simple and clear cut, really.

As we know, the Black Iron Prison did not end with the Fall of the Roman Empire, but continued to degrade into more entropic and distanciated pockets of radioactive material, throughout. The core  remnant of the initial mass went on to form the Holy Roman Empire, later fracturing into Protestant factions, like the Church of England and the Evangelicals. The genealogy of the Empire becomes more difficult to pin down with the passage of time, precisely because of its tendency to fracture and degrade. Thankfully, by identifying the radioactive signature of the element and tracing it through the time flows, we can make this task easier. The Black Iron Element has an all together, different half-life signature to that of the Actinium 227 Series, and this is because the Empire is a much larger animal than historians would suggest.

In order to develop an accurate decay scheme for Black Iron, we must first ascertain the total life span of the Empire. As we have seen, modern historians place the beginning of the Empire at 31 BC. But this is only a date chosen for convenience. The Roman Empire did not materialise in one afternoon; hence the phrase "Rome wasn't built in a day." Several events are said to contribute to the inception of the Empire these include; Julius Caesar's appointment to perpetual dictator, 44 BC, and and the Roman Senate's granting to Octavian the honorific Augustus - 27 BC. Therefore, 31 BC is only a mean value; with a tolerance of between 4 and 13 yrs at either respective side. Because the Empire never ended, we will have to resort to sacred predictive texts to gain a clearer knowledge of its total projected life span.

The Prophecy of the Popes consists of 112 cryptic phrases attributed to St. Malachi. It purportedly describes a list successive popes, beginning with Pope Celestine II, and concluding with a pope called Peter the Roman, whose reign will end in the destruction of the city of Rome. The list is nearing its end, leading people to believe that the prophecy will be fulfilled in 2012, and could coincide with the end of the Mayan Calendar, in the Winter Solstice of 2012.

31 BC + 2012.97 AD = 2043.97 years (the length  of the Empire)

 Research carried out by ethnobiologist Terrence McKenna, revealed there is a fractal pattern contained within the King Wen Sequence of the I Ching that   is  related, in some way, to the Mayan Calendar End Date. This fractal pattern contracts exponentially towards a quantum singularity in 2012. The Mayan Long Count is indexed by the number 819 (9.7.13), and protected by the Nine Lords of the Night, who are also the Gods of the Nine Underworlds. Dante's Inferno describes a vision of Hell in Nine Circles, which are concentrically arranged, so that each one is smaller than the last. The final circle is said to have no centre, which is equivalent to a singularity of infinite length (See time wave).

The Christian Chart of the Course of Time From Eternity to Eternity shows the present age, as consisting of 7, lamp lit, time periods, decreasing in order of height towards the beginning of a new age. I have roughly indicated our position on the timeline with a red vertical line, based on consensus opinion. In light of this information, it is clear the chart considers the year 2012 to be of great importance. It reveals it to be the time of the long awaited Rapture; when God ushers up the 144,000 immortal souls to heaven. 2012 also equals the end of the 13th bak'tun of the Mayan Calendar - a bak'tun is 144,000 days in length. Speculation of the Rapture occurring on 2012, might make for further interesting study.

The red line shows our approximate position on the Biblical Timeline.

To see the full chart click on the picture below.

The Nine Gods of the Nine Underworlds guiding the teleological time wave, and the seven, lamp guided periods of the Christian Chart, all show a propensity for quantitative temporal contraction approaching the 2012 datum. I think this quantitative contraction accurately describes the exponential decay of the Black Iron Empire, or indeed, that of any radioactive isotope. We now know that the Empire has an average projected life span of 2043.97 years. If we divide this by the 9 contracting Underworlds of Mayan and Christian theology, we get a half-life cycle of 227.1 years, very close to the Actinium number. It is not well regarded to enter a value of zero into a half-life formula, as this arrives at infinities, and other unwanted outcomes. So, we will artificial fix the end amount at 1 metagram of Black Iron. Despite this, we know that the Empire really does end in 2012, so our end value really is zero mtgms. From the calculation, we discover that a total of 512 metagrams of Black Iron material constitutes the initial mass of the Empire in 31 BC. 

512 mtgm. of Black Iron (Byzantium)

Above is visible, the half-life decay chart for the Black Iron (Byzantium). Byzantium was the name of Rome's sister Empire, located to the East, and serves as a suitable Greek sounding name for this, as yet, undetected meta-element. Notice how the value drops sharply within the first 227 year half-life period, and then exhibits the slow downward curve we expect to see in such a diagram. Also note that the line is in a continuous state of decline, with the incumbent values only acting as harmonic wave guides. Each of these values is a mean harmonic related it to actually historical data that occurred within the 17 year tolerance specified above.

The first half-life harmonic (256) coincides with the end of the Roman Antonine Dynasty in 196 AD. This is generally considered to be the first stage of the Empire's decline, beginning with the naming of the last Antonine ruler, Commodius (by his father Marcus Aurelius). At this point the Empire stops expanding and begins to contract. Difficult times face the new Severan Dynasty, in the times ahead.

423 AD is the next mean harmonic coinciding with the encroachment of the Visigoths, into territory formerly under the control of the Empire. By now the Emperor is nothing more than a figurehead. The Visigoths eventually sack Rome in 480. Byzantium remains in the East.

In 646, Arab forces recapture Alexandria following a Byzantine bid to recapture Egypt, ending nearly 10 centuries of Greaco-Roman civilization in Egypt. 870 AD: Vikings intensify raids on Christian Europe, having creating settlements in Britain, Germany and Ireland throughout the ninth century. The 1104 mean harmonic encompasses the First and Second Crusades, when Byzantian Emperor Alexius I called on the Holy Roman Empire to help defend against marauding Seljuk Turks. The Crusades were ultimately a colossal failure and lead to the final breaking point in the Great Schism between the Eastern Orthodox Church and the (Western) Holy Roman Empire.

Following on from this, it must be said that the 1329 Battle of Pelekanon greatly contributed to the eventual collapse of the Byzantine Empire at the hands of the Ottomans. The next harmonic average, takes place at the time of the Peace of Augsburg in 1555, when Emperor Charles V reviewed the religious problem posed by the Reformation. This treaty amounted to a severance of State and Church power for much of Europe, and a further decline in efficacy of the Empire to rule its subjects.

The 1785 mean average encompasses the French Revolution of 1789, as well as the famine, and financial crisis, that led to it. It was then that the French/Catholic Monarchy were overthrown by General Napoleon Bonaparte. Bonaparte's reign was ultimately responsible for the dissolution of the title of Holy Roman Emperor in 1806. And finally we have the 2012 harmonic, which according to the Prophecy of the Popes, represents the complete destruction of the city of Rome and the end of the Holly Roman Empire.

You may have noticed that the metagram value at the end of the graph is considerably less that the artificial value we had previously affixed for it. This is not an error. Recall that the Black Iron Element is highly unstable, and that even a fraction of the original value would prove highly toxic to our spiritual proximity. Under the current, natural half-life cycle, the Black Iron Element could remain at sufficiently dangerous levels for at least 4 and a half thousand years. This is too long for even a healthy population to endure. The only solution is for the natural half-life cycle to accelerate exponentially in the next few years. Conveniently, this is precisely what the time wave singularity dictates will happen in 2012. The time wave contracts by a ratio of 64.004357 with each new wave cycle. The entire waveform has repeated itself almost four times since the beginning of the Universe. The current time wave cycle is 67.29 years long. The concurrent one will be 384 days in length. It will repeat itself again in the 6 days prior to the end of the waveform; then in just 2.25 hours and finally ad infinitum in a finite time period of 3.51 seconds before the Mayan End Date 21.12.2012. That will be sure to utterly decimate the remaining half-life cycle of Black Iron element.

The similarities between Phillp K. Dick and Terrence McKenna's theories are significant;

• PKD believed society to be a computer simulation.
• McKenna spoke of a culture operating system that controlled how we perceived reality.
• PKD said that a time loop began in 70 AD, and ended in 1945 with the release of living information, from the humble seed of parchment and clay pots.
• In a complete reversal, McKenna believed that the detonation of the first Nuclear bomb, over Hiroshima on August 6th 1945, constituted a repeat of the Big Bang, and thus the beginning of a new era in looped time. This also marks the point when lethal energy, as opposed to information, was released from earthly atomic particles.

Terrence McKenna eventually reposition the August 6th date, to around September 20th 1945. The precise date for the discovery of Nag Hammadi library is not known, but it would be interesting if it were also Sept. 20th. This begs the question: Did Valis create the Time Wave? It certainly has the means, and the motive, to do so. In the next part I will discuss the nature of the struggle between Valis and the Empire. and reveal important incites about the leaders of the Black Iron Prison operating system.