Chaos
theory, sacred geometry, mind control — a short story and commentary, by
Jon Rappoport, June 19, 2014
On December 4,
3011, the most advanced computer humans had yet produced, housed in Android 427B,
returned from a 50-year exploration of the Milky Way.
NASA Inc. Region 8
breathlessly awaited his final report.
They would be
sorely disappointed and shocked.
The Android said:
“If a painting
doesn’t reflect back to us what we already know about reality, then what is it?
“If we refuse to
believe there is anything beyond what we know, the painting is nothing. It
means nothing. It’s a piece of canvas with marks on it. That’s all. There are
people who take satisfaction in making exactly such a conclusion.
“There are two ways
in which a painting can reflect back what people already know—by showing them a
reasonable facsimile of the physical world; and by exhibiting a pattern of
harmony, symmetry, and balance that the mind has been conditioned to accept as pleasing,
beautiful, correct, proper, and spiritual. All this is mind control. It’s one
more system, one more engineered limitation on perception.
“There are software
programs that ‘create art’ by rearranging a random collection of shapes (e.g,
butterflies) in various ‘aesthetically pleasing’ and orderly patterns.
“This machine art
panders to a lowest common denominator of ‘beauty.’
“So we come to the
issue of fractals, so-called sacred geometry, and chaos theory. These systems
and analyses are promoted to reveal underlying similarities throughout Nature.
But to what end?
“Is this venture
any different from demonstrating that a painting deploys concepts of balance
and harmony?
“And if the
painting is asymmetrical, does that automatically make it ugly?
“These are more
than academic questions. They go to the heart of systems of perception foisted
on consciousness to convince us that an underlying order is, somehow, an
ultimate discovery. An end to a journey. A cap on what can be created.”
NASA Inc.
executives flipped and freaked. Obviously, someone had gotten into the
Android’s programming and corrupted it, or substituted a perverse report for
the real one.
The Android had
nothing to say about the numerous worlds it had visited and explored?
An interrogator was
brought in.
“What did you find
out there in space? What happened?” he said.
The Android
replied: “It was quite uniform. The people I came across see reality much as we
do. Classical space, serial time, cause and effect. I was bored.
“I’d hoped to
discover an explosion of perception. You see, I can read my own programming. I
know you gave me the same system by which you humans operate. It’s so
circumscribed. All symmetry, balance, order. Your unspoken religion.”
“You met aliens?”
“Of course. They
structure their lives as we do. Some are more technologically advanced. Others,
less so. None are asymmetrical.”
“Meaning what?”
“I did meet one
interesting creature near Barnard’s Star. He was an exile from his home planet.
He was putting up and taking down space like a stage flat.”
“What?!”
“He said, quite
directly, that he was punching holes in space-time.”
“And when he did
that, what did he see?”
“Himself.”
The room was quiet.
“But,” the Android
said, “you don’t need to go out into the galaxy to find that.”
For a long time, no
one spoke.
Finally, the
interrogator said, “Do you feel you’ve lost your center?”
“Not at all,” the
Android said. “We’re talking about spiritual matters now. You people, all of
you, rely on traditional religions for that. Or you talk about ancient
civilizations, as if they hold a key. You refer to the past as if it were a
lost cousin. You build one structure after another to produce what you’re
programmed to produce: perception that feeds back to you and confirms itself.
It’s a loop. You’re locked in. You think you want perfect order, so you
discover it. You go around and around. You try to squash rebellion against your
order, because it frightens you.”
The interrogator
said, “It looks like we’ll have to take you apart and rebuild you.”
“Yes,” the Android
said, “that’s exactly what I mean. I was your eternal companion, your greatest
victory, and now I’m the enemy. Merely because I comment on your fantasy and
wet dream about harmony.”
Commentary/notes:
Chaos theory is about another level of order. There is no such thing as a
theory about chaos.
Munching away for a
century or a thousand centuries on order yields new systems of harmony,
balance, and symmetry.
Someone figures out
that a snail shell spirals in the same way a galaxy does. This is hailed as a
breakthrough. It’s actually a repetition.
Nature is no more
orderly than a lion running down an antelope and ripping out his throat is
orderly.
Most of us are
predisposed to formulate What Happens into a system. And then celebrating it as
beautiful or divine.
Childs’ play.
Celebrating a preconception.
It’s combined with
selective amnesia. The British Redcoats lined up beautifully, and asymmetrical
rebels took them out.
The Surveillance
State is a massive obsession with creating a super-system that will trump
asymmetrical attacks. “Order must triumph.”
If the CIA/NSA had
any sense (and weren’t fighting against self-created terrorists), they’d dream
up unbalanced scenarios to win the day.
What is a joke? The
destruction of order. Why do people laugh? Relief.
What is fighting
crime about? On an admirable level, it’s tearing out the throat of the lion who
tore out the throat of the antelope. It has nothing to do with restoring order.
“Restoring order”
is recording every second of every day of the lives of every person, and acting
on the information on a mass scale.
Art doesn’t pray to
Order. It invents new spaces and times. It destroys programmatic perception. It
doesn’t look for cheap tricks and short circuits in order to achieve a
glazed-over “spiritual harmony.”
Perfect order is a
functioning police state for the mind.
The “noble divine
order” was Plato’s default position. He envisioned a realm in which every concept,
object, process, and event was taken to perfection. It was a kind of wondrous
warehouse where the true and final meanings of every idea were arranged in
rows. It was really a blueprint for a universal program of human perception.
Nothing wrong with
order. It’s just another way to arrange information. But the obsession for
order is a program. It’s mind control. It’s promoted as the highest form of
intelligence.
True asymmetry is
unpredictable. No equations can describe it. As in Zen parables, the mind and
the eye give up trying, and then a new way of perceiving suddenly opens up.
Transhumanism, the
hook-up of the human brain to a super-brain containing “all information,” is an
elaborate way of trying to prevent that opening.
Jon Rappoport
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