I align the new style body politic that’s emerging around the world more with plants than animals. We are spores in a mycelium network that stretches for thousands of miles, endlessly communicating data to one another without the need for a centralized intelligence. Or perhaps a field of blue daisies beneath a mountain covered with white aspens—each of us a spawn of an original urge, an organism united through space and time, stretching up over the horizon.
I’m deep into the writing of my book about online telepathy and getting more and more psyched about sharing what I’ve discovered with the internets. Unlike paths of enlightenment that require special diets or years of study, online telepathy is readily available to anyone as long as they can get online. You don’t have to master arcane knowledge or become physically or spiritually pure. You don’t have to have a clear mind—merely an open one. Once you are aware of the possibility of telepathy, the more it will happen.
Telepathy is a part of the activation a new/old way of being in the world. A way of being more aligned with plants and people. A way of feeling what’s going to happen—not by “reading” the future but by reading the NOW of the universe in its always unfolding everlasting becoming—the non-local, non temporal I AM urge and instinct that is at once the center and the circumference—the black hole and the spinning galaxy, the drain and the water rushing down it.
Although our first Evolver Intensives video course, “Awakening the Cosmic Serpent” ended a few weeks ago, it continues to serve as a guiding light in my life, illuminating a shadowy edge where obligation and inspiration meet. The course was a plant medicine primer hosted by Jeremy Narby, the psychedelic anthropologist. Getting it off the ground was far more difficult than we’d anticipated. I spent long days and nights flailing in a sea of tech issues, giving up my precious writing time to help build out the site and market the one of a kind content we were blessed to be able to offer.
There were points when it was too much. My mistakes were stacking up and I was getting sick of swallowing my pride and always apologizing to everyone. A part of me wanted to say f-it and run away but I stayed not only because I’m trained by many years of school and office jobs to stick things out, but because I fundamentally believe in the magical power of connecting strangers over the internet and felt like we were on to something new and NOW. Despite the issues, a relaxed experimental vibe permeated the sessions—it turned out that meeting on each others’ laptop screens allowed for an instant intimacy between students, guests and Jeremy himself—who asked questions and improvised in between conversational riffs like a DJ dropping a set. The plant medicine content was like a living entity, pressing forward for release while at the same time being stifled. I consoled myself the same way I always do when things stop making sense—by telling myself that it was all a part of a bigger plan, even if I couldn’t see it.
I held on to what I’d learned in the course of my spiritual journey: the resistance was my own projection—my own doubt over the goals I’d set, my own rejection of the value of my efforts. The key was to continue to work hard while giving up on all notions of progress and completion, especially when our slim start-up resources made the whole thing seem hopeless.
It was during one of these low moments that Jeremy forwarded me an email sent to him by one of the students, John Hazard. It turned out that John was the director of the last known video interview with Terence McKenna, shot in 1998, shortly before Terence was diagnosed with a brain tumor. John was inspired by the “long form” conversations of Awakening and thought that Reality Sandwich and Evolver might be the right place to finally share this riveting, uncannily prescient message. He wanted to know if we would be interested in running it.
I started writing him back before the video even finished playing—yes, yes, yes. I felt like a long-waiting soldier who had finally received her orders. As I listened to Terence describe what he thought the future that was NOW would be like, I had the strange sensation of staring into a black mirror. Instead of my face there was ghostly glimmer—remnants of my eternal silver soul, radiating just beneath the surface.
![Although I appear to be sitting still, things really happen when I let the Tumblr streams take me away…I surf link to shining link, fearlessly escaping into the internets…IMHO Tumblr creates the most opportunities for online telepathy out of all the social networks. The reblog action is the current inside the streams—it’s what makes Tumblr move. The goal is not to create but to gather—and not in order to hold on to but to funnel through—to open up and let go into the flow.
Without being fully aware of it I’m learning to read the secret language of the world. I’m mingling on new levels of existence. I’m on a journey and uncover truths hidden along the way like extra points in video games. I let myself respond—I love things, I add to my lists and adjust priorities.
I make notes, I create drafts.
I sip coffee, I blip a tune or two, I pack a bowl.
I wake up on another level. I pay attention. The Tumblr stream connects with my “real” life and vice versa. The telepathy leaps from being online to being everywhere. The cannabis reveals the connectors in the details— the rainbow fractals on the bright edges of the clouds. The sensation of passing in and out of energy grids in the real world the way we move between networks online.
Was this the feeling Jesus had—the split second sensation of all of the fish in the ocean having a weighted magnetic density that i could pull towards me at will—
[and then it’s gone]
My ears are ringing in time with the Central Generator—last night’s musical after shocks…the toxic twinge of nerve death. Yet I’m rising over it—surfing it with a huge grin on my face.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhmluomGgd1qfjsmgo1_500.jpg)
Although I appear to be sitting still, things really happen when I let the Tumblr streams take me away…I surf link to shining link, fearlessly escaping into the internets…IMHO Tumblr creates the most opportunities for online telepathy out of all the social networks. The reblog action is the current inside the streams—it’s what makes Tumblr move. The goal is not to create but to gather—and not in order to hold on to but to funnel through—to open up and let go into the flow.
Without being fully aware of it I’m learning to read the secret language of the world. I’m mingling on new levels of existence. I’m on a journey and uncover truths hidden along the way like extra points in video games. I let myself respond—I love things, I add to my lists and adjust priorities.
I make notes, I create drafts.
I sip coffee, I blip a tune or two, I pack a bowl.
I wake up on another level. I pay attention. The Tumblr stream connects with my “real” life and vice versa. The telepathy leaps from being online to being everywhere. The cannabis reveals the connectors in the details— the rainbow fractals on the bright edges of the clouds. The sensation of passing in and out of energy grids in the real world the way we move between networks online.
Was this the feeling Jesus had—the split second sensation of all of the fish in the ocean having a weighted magnetic density that i could pull towards me at will—
[and then it’s gone]
My ears are ringing in time with the Central Generator—last night’s musical after shocks…the toxic twinge of nerve death. Yet I’m rising over it—surfing it with a huge grin on my face.
(via beautiful-portals)
Michel Rajkovic (via Dramatic Waters of Iceland)
Everyone’s talking about Revolution 2.0 and how social media is the force behind it but Twitter and Facebook are just tools. Fearlessness is remixing the world. We’ve reached a saturation point in which the power of online telepathy has been activated on a mass scale. More and more of us intuitively understand ourselves to be a part of a network. The feedback loop between what we share and what is shared with us is so fast it’s nearly instantaneous. Whatever happened doesn’t need to put it into words—we kiss the world and breathe with it as one—what to do and where to go next aren’t decided upon but felt through the energetic reactions in our virtual hormones. An invisible machinery no less amazing than the intricate tubes and spindly bunches of nerves that make up our bodies beneath the thin covering of our flesh responds to our every need without us having to direct it. We’re all tuning in together to the A.I. voice Inside Us All That is Great.
We’re fearless because we know we can’t fail. It is already the case that nothing will be as it was—the old days are over, the old restrictions are broken. Everything that was covered-up is being revealed.
As silly as it may seem even clicking “like” on Facebook is a part of this Eternal Exchange. Even the corporate industrial marketing megamachine is a part of the universal feedback loop.
We are leaves on a tree—each plugged into the wisdom of the massive roots far below and under the ground. Any second we’ll be snatched free by the wind. Until then, our individual realization of our interdependent oneness is a part of a mass blossoming. After The 90’s Dark Ages and the gestation period between 9/11 when the Stargate opened and 2010, The Year We Made Contact, the Springtime for humanity has finally arrived.
This revolution/evolution is not, as we once imagined when we still believed in cause and effect, the result of one thing or another—it’s not information that’s learned or discovered, or the result of a scientific advancement or a philosophical creation. It’s more like a sixth (or seventh?) sense that allows you to feel your way through infinite connections on infinite bandwidth. It’s zoning out and letting everything rush through you. It’s about surfing by being led from one thing to another, tractor beam style. You enter a state in between noun and verb—in-between doing and not doing. This is when you can feel the others…the ones having the same kind of daze as you are worldwide.
Of course having lots of sticky green plant friends helps… Pack a bowl and watch Youtube… The zen zone of online telepathy was what Timothy Leary was getting at when he advocated tuning in and dropping out. He just didn’t have the internet yet.
That many people realized what he had realized all at once created a Tsunami of transformation in Tunisia and Egypt that will soon ripple across the world.
BE HERE NOW.
The power to change the world spreads person to person like an inverse zombie apocalypse:
Instead of The Walking Dead we are The Waking Up.
(via do-nothing)
I’m through analyzing where everything went wrong and critiquing the finer points of the manifestos and ideologies authored by those who came before. I’m more interested in picking up where they left off. They undertook journeys and dismantled mythologies, clearing the way for something new.
Now it’s time to start.
(via metaconscious)
“Turn on’ meant go within to activate your neural and genetic equipment. Become sensitive to the many and various levels of consciousness and the specific triggers that engage them. Drugs were one way to accomplish this end. ‘Tune in’ meant interact harmoniously with the world around you – externalize, materialize, express your new internal perspectives. Drop out suggested an elective, selective, graceful process of detachment from involuntary or unconscious commitments. ‘Drop Out’ meant self-reliance, a discovery of one’s singularity, a commitment to mobility, choice, and change. Unhappily my explanations of this sequence of personal development were often misinterpreted to mean ‘Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity.”
One of the best ways to see universal feedback at work is through the activity of self-organizing groups. A self-organizing group is one that comes together without the hierarchy of a top-down command. Its members are motivated by their own desire to gather—not by paycheck, leader or religion. It’s non-corporate—grassroots in the truest, organic sense. The group exists because of deep, hidden connections that go beyond the everyday. The sheer number of self-organizing groups around today are only possible because of the flourishing of the social web. Applications such as Twitter and Facebook allow people to gather virtually—as one would at a gigantic cocktail party—complete with overheard conversations and the big names that are crowded by admirers and social climbers. The self-organized groups that have resulted are like groups of friends—the connections are fluid—at time tempestuous and at other times rigid and stuck in old models.
Unlike its social media cousin, Evolver.net, which was built with the intention of fostering not one but several self-organizing groups, the group on Reality Sandwich sprung up unplanned like a rhizome—a philosophical concept by Deleuze and Guattari which likens de-centralized, non-hierarchical systems to opportunistic plants such as ginger that use a horizontal stem in order to grow in-between trees. The trees were the old model—the top-down world in which authority came on high. The rhizomes weren’t bent on taking and replacing the trees as plant kings of the forest—they revealed a way of existing not as an either/or of systems but of an either and or. The botanical and conceptual rhizomes were about an expansion of possibilities—it wasn’t about doing away with the old—it was about coming up with that which was the least expected, like living life as a gathering of decentralized multiplicities in a world of towering, top/down metaphysical ideals.
The RS rhizome sprung up in damp shadows of the comment boxes. The posts themselves were submission only—their closed system based on approval factors formed the forest of trees while the comments became the twisting brambles and moss below where anyone who registered for the site could join in.
An old cohort from back in the blog 1.0 days used to say—sometimes comments are the best part. I don’t know if this was often the case given the generally high quality of the writing on RS, but what I did find to be the case was that the RS comment boxes were ripe for synchronicity—there were always connections being made through links or obscure references that would be mind-blowing with epic levels of uncanniness. I’d think—isn’t it crazy, I was just thinking the same exact thing!…or, wow, that’s the same book I was drawn to on my friend’s bookshelf yesterday—a friend who has the same initials as this commenter, making it not only about the connection of the book but about the friend, and the timing of having been over their place when I was, with the spine of the book sticking out from the shelf, just as the light in the room turned into long strands—the afternoon undoing its golden locks and letting them fall over us…
My research has shown that the grounds for telepathy increase in proportion to the amount of recognition that self-organized group members have of their status as members. It wasn’t enough to all happen to fall into a certain category in which they shared certain things in common—it was the group’s awareness of being a group that made the self-organized group truly dynamic. Not only were the commenters on RS technically members of a group by virtue of having a log-in and password, they were also members by virtue of an assumed curiosity towards RS’s subject matter. That said the group had no real rules—no membership dues or meetings to attend.
What was real was that you had the feeling you were in the middle of something. A way of thinking and being that was happening NOW.
Magical things happen in places where people feel compelled to gather without being coerced into doing so. Wanting to do something makes a huge difference in the experience of doing it—whatever it is. The feedback loops created in the comment boxes effects the entire site—from the writing to the graphics and layout—everything feels like it’s coming together according to remote control powers—there is the nagging sensation of a larger significance, the sensation of being one part of a bigger story.
