Organelle

skyHook: an intra-order uplift paradigm

2009-12-28T09:53:05Z

“To the small terrestrial ambush-predator known as the preying mantis, the reasonably terrifying sight of a human finger descending from the sky occasionally represents a novel opportunity: direct physical contact with a more advanced order of intelligence. During such encounters, an intrepid mantis may do something that appears reckless: it boards the transport of contact.

This response has unpredictable results, and might seem suicidal on the mantid’s part, if only for the difference in size of the participants. Needless to say, it sometimes ends badly for the mantis.

Yet in other cases, that gesture of trust sets in motion a sequence of events in which multiple orders (and lineages) of biocognitive awareness and time come together benevolently, changing the local meaning and character of both — often radically.

Let me be clear: this event, in which two ‘distinct’ orders of anciently evolved terrestrial intelligence come together, warps time. I suspect we shall also discover that it creates light of a kind we are not yet equipped to understand. Nonetheless, many other creatures on Earth are profoundly aware of this warp time / create light game, even if they do not make science or language about it. Some of them even know where it leads...

With a thunderous hubris too shocking to admit were we not the source of it, human cultures strive to generate and sustain circumstances in which time cannot warp. Functionally, the outcome is simple: beings cannot meet.

To get beings meeting, _{time has to warp}/^{light must be made} - period.

As experienced time-travellers who are actively interested in making direct contact with other orders of intelligence, mantids are aware that interacting with other organisms modifies their relationship to temporality. Success in this endeavor often results in uncommon rewards.

Though few can admit it, these and related opportunities have long been forbidden to us by various authorities who would have us believe many nonsensical ideas; including that time cannot warp, that other orders of intelligence do not exist, or that even if they do we have no access to them.

Ideas such as these are the result in part of cryptic damage to survival-critical root elements which comprise the very foundations of our representational intelligence. These elements must be repaired.

Even insects know better than this.”

skyHook

New Ways of Knowing

2005-04-19T07:49:27Z

unityGame:

There’s a way to play with knowledge, and our powers of human connectivity that completely changes the forms and modes of learning we have access to — fast. These ‘games of learning new ways’ offer us direct access to a library of potentials and experiences unhinted at in our most imaginative stories, myths, and religions.

They grant direct experiential access to forms of awareness and ability that have long been miscategorized as ‘paranormal’. Part of the result is a form of learning that is entirely relational — and explosively self-expanding. Another part is the power to rapidly and co-operatively accomplish seeming impossible tasks of rescue and mutual uplift.

When we are allowed to be and explore in a way more like what we are, and less like what we’re told — we can discover directly together that we possess abilities of relation and communion that are beyond the entirety of human storying.

You’re invited to join us in a game older than worlds, and older than stories. A game with the power to change a planet. It’s funny, playful, liberating and astounding. It’s fast, it’s free — and it’s a way of making little rings of heroes, and giving them the ability to accomplish the miracles we each came to be, explore, express and experience... together.

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Misdefining ‘Normal’: A Cause of Atrocity

2004-07-23T11:22:20Z

I believe we must somehow come to a living experience of the truth
about what ‘normal’ means, because as a species we appear to be
extremely confused about this in a way that causes us to attack each
other and our planet. Firstly, ‘normal’ must mean ‘unique’. The
‘most normal’ thing about any possible thing — is that it is
fundamentally unique, regardless of which ‘class’ we assign to it.
Every tree, person, fingerprint or ‘animal’ is unique ‘more than’ it
is ‘anything else’.

We must then accept that the most significant and true meaning of
‘normal’ is ‘uniquely complete’. There is no ‘grand credentialer’
somewhere who feeds us statistics against which we should measure
each other, our children, animals, planets or peoples. There never
was. The entire idea of ‘normal’ is a figure of speech used to crush
the dignity, humanity and spirit of our peoples and world.

Let us take an example from nature to satisfy ourselves that this is
a matter of consequence and not merely some fantasy of a bored
author. Every single example of a given creature in nature is
unique. Each one may accord very closely with a schema of form or
activity, but the individual itself is unique in all possible
perspectives. In fact, it is -more unique- than it is in accord with
‘form or function’, for in each moment ‘what a being is and does’ is
changing dramatically. Plant, human, planet or animal — change is
the rule -before- stasis.

It is this very uniqueness, this incomparable and sacred diversity
upon which our most hallowed dreams and aspirations of human unity
and liberty are founded, but somehow we have instead become a vast
factory of standards, a nation of rulers within rulers, against
which every human and natural thing must be measured, and punished
or exhausted in the effort to forcibly cause creatures to conform to
fictions.

Let us take another example, the example of the gendering of an
individual, human or otherwise. In nature, each moment of each
creature is a unique mix of genders. Males exhibit feminine
behaviors, some plants grow both flowers and fertilize themselves.
The truth of all of nature, even stars and planets, is that both
genders contain each other in ever-changing measure. To lie about
this and pretend there is some ‘normal’ standard to which all must
congrue or be condemned is an abominable instance of the worship of
a fictional artifact: which is that any ‘stable’ instance of gender
identity exists -at all- in -any creature-.

In nature, the most significant thing we can say about ‘a normal
instance of gender identity’ is that it is a unique moment of
gender-expression. Male humans adopt feminine ‘receptive’ modes
during conversation the same way male chimps ‘present themselves’ to
males higher in status in their socium. This form of behavior is not
‘unholy’ or even ‘homosexual’, it’s essentially akin to shaking
hands. Young chimps faced with an unknown creature near their size
will often ‘present’ to it, uncertain as yet if their status is
‘above or below’, and thus taking the safe bet. The point is that
‘normal conversation’ is a sexual act in the cognitive dimension.
This is a pretty unique thing to realize about normalcy.

What we can come to know and experience from all of this has a lot
more to do with liberty than it may at first appear, for if we have
no examples of liberty and our ideas are frozen codicils laid bare
of their original intention, we find ourselves with nothing to learn
or emulate, except accordance to fictional standards. Usually, these
standards openly abhor all we are and may become, and more often
than not, we will be charged every possible cognitive, physical,
financial and emotional price for the ‘great privilege’” of finally
achieving accord with ‘the standard’.

Normal means unique. Newness is a part of normal. So is 'shocking'.
If we decide to measure each other by standards fed to us by those
who have no interest but war and profit at heart, we will soon find
that the rulers to which we’ve congrued abhorred the most miraculous
and amazing parts of ourselves: the places where we unify in
recognition of the power of our diversity, in common agreement for
mutual uplift to overcome any and all possible obstacles with
celestial haste.

Our children, surrounded by machines more valuable than their own
lives, experience the shock-treatment of our anticulture, and when
they finally become symptomatic — we drug, diagnose, blame and label
them. I often wonder who it was that decided children responding to
the most deadly environment in terrestrial history were ‘sick’.
Those kids aren’t ‘sick’, they are signalling. They are signalling
that our ‘normal practices’ make everyone sick, and the fact that
many manage to congrue in no way mitigates the absurdity of what we
are actually countenancing. I'm not entirely convinced that anything
but children exist. Even the idea of ‘adult’ is a fictional standard
we are all forced into congruence with. Who told us this is the
thing we’re supposed to become?

If we will cease to worship the fictional standards we’ve been fed
as a nation and planet for the last 2000 years or so, and actually
take a close look at all these matters relating to ‘normal’, what
we’re going to see is that ‘normal’ is a synonym for ‘totally
unique’. When we create a standard that claims otherwise,
scientific, religious, or statistical, we are creating a cognitive
bomb which will explode into scalar waves of rape, war, omnicide,
lying and theft of our human potentials in unity and progress toward
liberty.

We must stop trying to ‘shave off the novel or unique aspects’ of
our children, our families, and each other. The power we have is
when diversity is unified for common -and- individual benefit. I do
not believe there is any other road that our species will find
survivable.

Normal means ‘totally new’ and ‘uniquely complete’. It does not now
and never did mean ‘in accordance with some standard dictated to us
by distant or fictive experts’.

It never will.

o:O:o

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New Ways of Knowing

A Game that Saves Worlds

2004-03-03T16:50:21Z

For thousands of years our ancestors were

attempting to piece together a way to speak

about a living riddle which they had constant

and direct experience of. This riddle had to do

with the source of Knowledge. and the meaning

of Light, Darkness, Life and Death.

Each of our cultures and their children of

science, philosophy or religion express a

different version as well as a modernized token

of their essential experience and understanding

— but there are ways of integrating the toys

they left us that lead to a startling experience:

Direct experiential contact with what they were making

stories about...

Something alive, at the core of spaceTime...

Organelle : Cognitive Activism : Toward Mutual
Uplift

A Child, an Angel, a Gift

2003-09-09T22:58:20Z

Suppose there is this child whose heart’s desire is to rescue everything,
everywhere. We’ll say this child is a male, and that he’s 5 years
old. One day this child is sitting upon a hill in the sunlight, his heart and
mind are wandering into the shapeSongs of the sky, the sun and the clouds —
and something like an angel comes.

“We hear the song of your heart, the song of rescue. You desire nothing
more than we ourselves desire. Take these seeds and sow them, and see what fruit
they may bear. They are the tiny toys that can save your world, if any will
but play with them. We love you. We are always with you. Always touching you.
Re Member Us.” Into the child’s mind, the angel places cognitive
seeds, like flowers. With that gesture, the angel departs.

The child goes home, excited beyond his capacity to contain, and certain
that his parents will understand this. He is thinking that they will tell the
president, and soon everyone will have this Gift. Yet try as he might, he can
get nothing but patronizing jests from them in response. They think something
is wrong with him. The more he talks about it, the closer they move to wanting
to ‘take him to the doctor’. He tries to explain to them that something
is eating the whole world, and these angelToys can fix it. They put him to bed
early, take his temperature, and try quite earnestly to convince him it is nonsense.

He cannot be quiet about it, however. It is far too important to be quiet about.
Now that he has the gift awake within him, he can see the living webs of lights
connecting everything. He can hear the talking underneath things. He
knows his parents minds directly, in a way no 5 year-old is prepared for. He
could heal them with his hands, he could shape matter with a song...if anyone
would join and play with him.

Instead, the gift of the angel is a curse.

Some weeks pass. He has now braved open attacks from adults and other children
on this matter. He has been taken to a priest, who told him that he wasn’t
seeing an angel, he was sick. He is taken to a doctor who sent him to another
doctor. The outcome was grim. He was diagnosed with something very terrible
that his parents make him take pills for. The pills make him very sick.

Soon, he cannot think of the angels anymore. When he does, all the terrible
results of trying to share their gift return immediately to his mind and experience.
The only one who ever believed him was his best friend, from up the street.
A girl about his age. She said she had seen the angel too. She said she saw
it on the hill, just like he had. She told him not to tell anyone. She said:
“If you talk about it they get scared, and when they are scared they do
bad things to you.”

Now let’s suppose that this child actually did, in fact receive a gift
that could save the world, from an adoring angel. A real angel. A real gift,
that was merely ‘a special way of seeing things’. In fact, let’s
suppose that angels have been coming to this particular hill to give gifts to
children...for hundreds of years. Most of the children do not speak up in the
same way. Some do and are quickly convinced into quietude. A scant few of the
visitors to the hill are adults. A portion of these, go mad. Another portion
become prophets, of a sort. There are many outcomes. But most of them favor
neither the children, the rescue, the gift of the angels, or their sources.
They favor something else. They favor something we might generally call skepticism.
One may visit the hill, but not speak of it. One may be with an angel, but their
gifts of rescue must be discarded, merely to return with any safety or dignity
to one’s own people, circumstances and family.

Suppose that every single child is the hill itself. That we were all
at that hill when the angels came with gifts. We still are. There is no place
else to be. Something deadly is wrong with our skeptical systems of dissociative
dissection. And it’s something that hates children, angels, and gifts.
If this something weren’t there, our religions would look nothing
like what they do today. They would be about sharing miracles directly,
miracles of rescue — in a unity such as we have never imagined in our
wildest fictions. One that knows no boundary of logic or class, but is instead
the resonance that arises when we are in union with each other and our sources,
directly, experientially.

Now I ask you for the favor of one final supposition — that each of us
was given a special key, by angels, when we were very small. A key that only
works when we put our keys together to play a game that saves each
other and our world, faster, any time anyone gets a turn. This is the game the
world was playing before we had language. It is the game that saves planets.

None of the adults can believe the children. None of the children, can explain
it to the adults in a way that will allow them to receive the gift. Most of
the adults who have received it, must mask it in order to survive. Nowhere are
any of the gifts being shared. The game that saves worlds, and frees all prisoners
— has no players on Earth, because it is illegal to consider such things.

Sometimes, an attempt to share them results in execution, or something worse.
Every once in a while, one of the adults from the hill gets famous and writes
a book. They make a big dogmatic system out of the gift, and this breaks what
they are systematizing.

There is a game that can change a world, overnight. It can end war, and erase
the chains of thousands of years of cognitive slavery for an entire planet.
It costs nothing to play. But it requires our unity, our curiosity, and our
willingness.

Please, let’s put our keys together. Now. There is no better game we
can be playing. re Member?

Organelle : Cognitive Activism : Now

"Games of industrial commerce, mechano-penalization, and war have an obvious
outcome: they eat the players and the game, faster, every time we grant them
a turn at the table.”

— organelle:9/2003

Updates at Organelle

2003-08-09T14:46:48Z

I've been off the air for a while, working to recapitulate what I learned when my visitors were present with me more clearly and carefully.

Organelle has been largely re-written, and is still undergoing constant revision, as I get closer to a cohesive and useful presentation.

I welcome your questions, interest and participation. If you enjoy Organelle, please check back often — i'ts changing inside, all day long :)

http://www.organelle.org/

Cognitive Activism for Sentient Rescue

all blessings to you and those you adore,

sevenLamb

Black, Red, White all Over : Race?

2003-02-27T03:29:38Z

black, white, yellow, red, (your color here)...

I'm a human person. Some human persons (generally, these persons refer to themselves, as a class, as ‘adults’) think that other human persons are 'different by template' because their color, or culture, appears unique.

The problem is easy to model, but we tend to miss the most essential element, which, to our shame, most liberated children would (and do) immediately notice. It’s this: there’s no ‘such thing’ as color. In living creatures, color is ‘on the inside’ — and not, as adults too commonly suppose, external, or superficial.

The problem, is that each individual person is very unique. Yes, we share templates, or pieces of templates. But we are all very unique. If we are all ‘already unique’, making labels and groupings about this opens up a serious can of trouble, if we use it against ourselves. There are no other ‘selves’. Just us.

When we notice this ‘template thing’ about people, or are taught it, we realize how tempting and how simple it is to select some 'referent' such as color, class, etc — and then group 'imaginary' (yes, imaginary) populations into this envelope for judgment or comparison.

Now, even children realize that this old skill is somehow useful. But children remember something adults have forgotten. It’s –only- useful when heartfully applied for mutual rescue, uplift, or play. Any other use, in the eyes of children, constitutes something they might define, had they decided to be legalistic, as ‘heart-treason’. A crime against heart.

To a child, that’s the same as a bullet entering a child.

When I was a very young child, I remember that what I wanted more than anything, was a friend. I remember one of my very first human friends, and he was black. I wasn’t.

I thought being black was about the best thing in the universe, because he was my friend. Heck, it was a miracle. It was like a treasure of uniqueness, and it glowed. He was the color of space at night!

Here’s what’s important to see in that picture: I loved my friend. We giggled and played in the dirt, and hugged, and looked at insects and flowers. I loved my friend. Together, we were something bigger and more miraculous, than either of us, alone, or isolated, could ever be. We both knew that.

But my parents, who were not essentially anything more than ‘pragmatic’, and who were poor, and needing whatever sorts of support they might gain in our rural neighborhood, purportedly realized that this association of mine, while heartful, was problematic. I could not, they explained, play with my friend anymore. Later, perhaps 30 years later, I would learn that this was because associating with this family could focus negative attention, or classification, upon my parents. This would only come from one kind of person, however: an adult.

My parents weren’t especially ‘prejudiced’, per se. They were being realistic. We were dirt-poor, and really working to resolve that into something a bit more stable. My parents were around 22 years of age, and were probably actually trying to become more liberal in many domains, truth be told. They just didn’t have a good example to learn from. And there wasn’t any social or personal support for such ‘new ideas’. In fact, just about anywhere you looked, there was exactly the opposite.

That the majority of adults couldn’t find, become, or support these examples is actually a kind of adult ‘disease’. Children are deeply aware of such diseases in their adult protectors, and mentors. The ‘adults’, for some strange reason, cannot see that, left to their own devices, children untutored in hatred and fear, will joyfully and naturally form rings that include and even celebrate everyone –because- they are different..

Children have knowledge about these sorts of rings, which adults cannot see. When adults do notice, they pretend it’s ‘cute’, and by this they mean ‘primitive’. They’re mistaken in the worst way. What those children do, when free and empowered to do their thing, could save our world, and take our people to the stars. Fast.

Perhaps more significantly, failing to notice and learn this game, could render our world, and future, and children, into ashes. Just as quickly.

I was 3 or 4 at the time. 35 years later, if ‘being black’ as some sort of ‘classification template’ means anything to me, a ‘white’ person, it means magical miracles of lineage and heroism. And it means, for the peoples I adore, apocalyptic domains of persecution and torture. When someone tortures them, they’re torturing me I feel the same way about any other color or class of person or creature. When something is afflicting them, I am afflicted with them. It isn’t magic. It’s known, locally, as ‘being human’.

So as –children-, we really need to ask ourselves about the costs of failing to believe in, learn, and celebrate these games of rings, which include ourselves, and seek as well as celebrate our diverse uniqueness.

The reasons this game will save our world are simple, and they’re obvious. Each unique participant brings unique gifts to the ring, and its celebrations of rescue, mutual support, uplift, and play (joyful learning-exploration). Because we form a ring — regardless of whether we acknowledge this or not, this ‘children’s game’ options the sacred and ancient momentums of co-sentience, co-intelligence, and mutual support that enliven our entire biosphere. In diverse and inclusive rings, we accrue miraclePowers, because we become co-elaborative heroes. We accrue unityPower. And some other things that there really aren’t any adult words for at all, but may be more important than any adult word has ever been.

I’d like to suggest that, as is obvious from any child’s perspective, the adult population of Earth has been sold a disease by science, religion, and militaristic philosophies. Here’s what a child knows: when you damage a participant in the ring, you’re erasing your own mind, the library of worlds, and our chances to together reach for the miracles of our birthrights. And, when all those children are holding hands, and one of children insults, beats, or shoots a bullet into another...every person in the ring is hurt, demonstrably, and instantly. There is no ‘other game’, on Earth — neither in the games of adults, nor of the living planet as a set of ecospheres, which are also children. The game is about mutual uplift, not critique. It’s about co-survival, and joyful unity — not ‘attack ourselves because we can’.

Most children are also aware that it’s been a long time since they’ve seen anything even vaguely resembling an actual adult. In fact, a wise adult is aware there is no such thing as an adult, at all. It’s another one of those ‘classifications’ we got sold, that not only fail to serve us, but instead bind us to the servitude of imaginary ideas that can never be made true no matter how we may struggle. The closest thing to an adult, is a diversely inclusive group of wise and heartful children making a ring of mutual uplift and rescue. Children don’t have to know this. They are this.

When we look around and ‘place imaginary or implied templates’ on those we see and contact, or consider, we are playing a very deadly game. It’s a game of simulations, but the sources and intentions are not serving us. At all.

Our human and cultural and personal uniqueness has meanings and purposes which have not been hinted at by the science, religions, and political systems which have co-opted them against us. When we form inclusive rings, we accrue the power to overcome the obstacles that have and continue to threaten every living thing on our planet. The threat is immediate, mutli-valent, and omnidirectional.

We have, in moments of mutual connectivity, the power to give answer to human atrocity, and to reach for our potentials as a unified world, seeking merely to recognize the ring we already are, and stop attacking each other.

A broken ring, makes tyrants. Children know this too. Because when you isolate ‘a strong one’, the ‘strong one’ will make a ‘broken ring’ and rule it. And they will try to add, literally, everything in the world to the ‘ring they now own’. They’ll attack other rings, and pause for no discussion, once empowered. This aspect of the game has purpose, too. It is supposed to cause the heartful children to make their rings right again, and inclusively. It’s a signal to reMember.

This aspect of the game is known to every living animal. Again, ‘adults’ pretend it doesn’t exist.

The important thing to see is the simple thing:

Nature makes rings of unique diversity for a very clear purpose: to overcome death.

Humans have been scripted to believe they understand diversity or uniqueness, but they ignore its powers in the ring, and attack themselves, converting their children to ‘copies’ of bad ideas.

Our species and each of us require the right kinds of rings, in order to stop attacking ourselves and our world.

When we don’t reCognize this, and actively reMember each other, tyrants arise, making war not only in every world, but in every human heart.

ReMake the Rings.
Save the children.

Reach for the stars, if we make bombs at all, they should be to protect our WORLD, not attack it.

Any child knows these things.
Forget me. Ask them.
Empower them to answer.

Please, be children with me...

ReMake the Rings. Together.
To Gather.

The miracles that await us have never been glimpsed — when adults make these rings...

The Stars are our Destination...

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Cepahlopods, Crop Circles, Infants, God

2003-02-25T19:36:32Z

Here's the link to the extended-play version (pun intended):
Cephs:Gods:Infants

Deer in the Headlights: A new perspective

2003-02-24T06:30:22Z

Deer: You are seeing us.
Me: I am smaller than you - loving, i adore you and your people as more than me or mine. Come live in me forever, please...I can't save you...
Deer: I am too broken, part will stay with you, the other part goes across...
Me: Why didn't you move.
Deer: I did.
Me: ?
Deer: Your people don't understand how we move.
Me: Teach me, I'll try to speak it to my people.
Deer: We use the 'mind touching toy' that is verySimple.
Me: Show me.
Deer: You move wrong.
Me: I believe you. Show me.
Deer: The reasons to smash into things are to kill, or frighten. Usually for (newChilds), food, or terrain. The thing you use to move doesn't obey this. It smashes into things -by the nature of its moving-. It is wrong-minded moving.

When we see it, we play the moving game, but it plays wrong. Moving-right creatures already 'know' how to move, but this thing you move in doesn't play correctly.

Our people realize this in a simple way, but there is no toy which fixes it.

What I did was this: I saw the thing, and knew it was a smashing-mover. So I touched the toy inside all beings to decide which way to move.

This toy never fails, and has nothing to do with eyes, except that seeing something coming towards me awakens it.

Usually, when I touch the toy, the toy touches the 'coming thing' and I know all the ways -not- to go, in a general sense.

Then I can go one of the ways which is not one of the ways not to go, instantly. But until the toy answers, I should remain where I am. That way the other may, should it desire, avoid smashing into me.

But this doesn't work. In fact, when I touch the toy, it is broken because of what it connects to inside the smashing-thing.

The smashing thing doesn't even know it is moving, and the toy finds 'nothing there' and it is broken in that finding. It is supposed to touch the coming thing, and tell where its intent of direction is focused.

I can't move without the toy, anyway, but the specific thing that breaks, makes the toy start 'acting faster and faster', trying to resolve the 'ways not to leap'.

If we can manage in the brief time to control the toy, it then touches the person in the smashing-thing. Normally, if the person knows what direction it will go, the toy will tell me what directions not to go, but this is very confusing.

The person, like the smashing-mover, -doesn't yet know what direction it will go in- and so the toy doesn't work because it -requires at least one of us to have some idea where we are going-> Since it is me which is attending your threat, my intentions of movement must be pre-empted by your going-ness. But I cannot respond, because the going-ness is not even generally aware of itself. This does not make sense, and breaks toys of seeing without eyes, which we all use to move.

So I do the most sensible thing. I stand still, so that the carPerson can, should you decide at some point to awaken from your strange going-sleep, move, without using your toy, which you are clearly not using - because when mine touches you there's no response on the toyChannel.

I stand stock still, so you can avoid me, even if both our toys are broken. Sometimes this works. Not this time.

Me: You're saying the migration toy is the same toy you use to take a single step?

Deer: Yes, moreso under threat or surprise.

Me: So it isn't the lights, or shock that 'freeze' you?

Deer: Correct, it is feedback on the moving toyChannel that makes the toy not work.

Me: You touch the car, it doesn't know where it's going, so you touch the driver, and find the same thing, and thus you cannot respond?

Deer: Yes, that's very close.

Me: May your spirit live and dream in every living eye for all the ages.

Deer: There is only one eye. Smiles. Departs.

organelle: cognitive activism in defence of deer: http://www.organelle.org/

It is Light

2003-02-20T00:57:42Z

The nBush Administration today announced a radical new idea in National Security which has met with outstanding support in initial polls. As we’ve recently learned, a secret government tactical organization has been involved in highly classified research over the past ten years. This organization, devoted entirely to seeking the essential sources and networking technologies of terrorist groups, recently reveled that it had unexpectedly succeeded with a major breakthrough which will revolutionize the war against terrorism.

After spending some 7.2 billion dollars in high technology equipment and expert manpower, this covert organization, known only by the pseudonym SQUATS or 'semi-quailateral urgent anti-terrorism squad' has located and mapped the root sources and communications tools of which are ‘most generally essential’ to all terrorism. In response to this amazing discovery, SQUATS has formulated an initially expensive strategy, but one which is 'guaranteed success'. Due to their discoveries, we may now be able to guarantee the ultimate and permanent eradication of all current and future terrorist cells.

In an announcement today by the administration, a spokesperson began triumphantly:

"We have located the root source of terrorism in the modern world, and we've identified the primary network used by terrorists to communicate. This incredible strategic advantage will allow us act immediately to put an end once and for all time to the threat of acts of violence against our people."

"As hard as it may be to initially understand the vast implications of this research, ladies and gentlemen, the source and primary tool of terrorism has been positively identified."

The speaker then paused to make eye contact with many of the people in the room.

"It is Light."

At this point, a general uproar began, and for a brief moment a made hearing the speaker impossible. The lights were shut off suddenly, resulting in total blackness — and there were shouts calling for order, shortly after which, illumination returned to the pressroom.

"Obviously something this insidious would be extremely hard to locate or combat, who would have guessed that — we're essentially bathing in terrorist networks at all times, without even knowing it. But there is hope, and we've developed a plan which we feel certain will result in the absolute security of our national interests and our people."

"We've engineered and deployed a space-shield, which will block all sunlight and starlight. This will ensure protection from possible 'alien' sources of terrorist activity. We have also deployed an initial set of 'base-stations' from which 'secure' light may be transmitted into our cities, homes, schools and churches. This will allow us to insure -total security-.”

"From now on, a central regulatory agency will source, code, track and trace all Light, in all bandwidths, from all sources. Each citizen will be responsible for ‘light insurance’. Visible light will be, of course, illegal to possess distribute, or modify locally in all manifestations."

"Additionally, any literature or recordings which were made in 'regular 'light' will be confiscated and destroyed. These books, speeches and recordings, being created in 'potentially terrorist infested' light, contain the sources of terrorism encoded in their most essential structures, and thus must be seen and treated as 'pollutive'. The clean-up will be expensive, but it can and will go forward. The minds of our society and children are at stake."

"Although initial cost estimates of our response yield figures on the order of 400 generations of future taxpayer effort, we know that the people of America will rise to the challenge of leading the world in this regard, making every necessary sacrifice in order to secure a world and future free from the threat of terrorism. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Space Shield will go up in 72 hours. Welcome to the Brave New World. We are the Warriors of Light, and may God be with Us."

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Please copy and distribute. This is an action of parody. It is an action of patriotism. It is an action in defense of the cognitive and real liberty of our people, children, and future. May we all act together to insure first that our minds, laws and lives, are free of the terrorism of tyrants, and perhaps then concern ourselves with matters of mutual uplift, encouragement, protection, support, nurturance, and co-evolution. People or governments which pose this as impossible are lying. The cost of their lies is rape, mimics standing in the place of heroes, and death.

Let's answer our own problems with tyranny and terrorism first. Please. The results of anything else will be atrocity, and decidedly unfunny to current and future generations, should we survive them at all.

(N)(c) organelle, december, 2002

Cognitive Activism Now: http://www.organelle.org/