The Shadow Game

The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.
probably like thursday if things go as planned

names are so hard =/

Well you are beautiful and your life is not stupid.

Well thank you

Glad you knew I was talking to you.

this thread has me choking on testosterone lately

this thread has me choking on testosterone lately

Strange thing to choke on

Shit, I have three now four posts in this thread. Sorry for soooo much manliness. I'll leave.

Sorry. I get defensive as fuck. Love you all.

Nobody is really online at the moment, but what were you hoping to talk about?

Well OP that's strange. That was a mythology you had as a kid? I've had a long running story in my head (that is, one I'm planning on writing at some point...) about this girl who develops the ability to control and alter the physical laws of the universe. She survives an outbreak of a rare virus which normally instantly kills those afflicted by increasing body temperature until the victim dies of hyperthermia. But she just barely survives the initial fever and somehow becomes the world's first survivor. and the virus begins altering her DNA dramatically.

due to the unique nature of her genome - call it luck of the draw - she is not killed in this process, but it seems like she is dying. She loses the pigmentation in her hair which turns white, not grey, but fog colored. Her eyes begin to develop an almost imperceptible line through the iris that eventually begins to glow. Her body starts rejecting food, and will not absorb nutrients. She has no reason to believe that she will live.

And then she starts to see different layers of reality. Most of the time, this virus causes a high fever (of course hallucinations, with a fever above 102, are to be expected). But she begins seeing different layers of reality flicker into and out of existence. Instead of seeing a solid white wall made of plaster, she sees darkness and spots of energy rapidly peaking in and out of space - not just on the surface of the wall, but in it's structure, too, as if she sees an Xray. When she looks at other people, she no longer sees their faces but sees their cells as they flow through their bloodstream, she sees their bones as they move or their lungs as they breath.

Worse yet, she sees...strange things, things that barely have a form, made up of hazy indiscriminate particles that no ordinary human would be able to conceive of, any less a blind man could be taught to see. 'They' crawl out of the unoccupied layers in spacetime and watch her from the outskirts of reality, popping through dimensions like salmon through rivers and eventually melting, a wave into the sea.

The product of her transformation leaves her not quite human, the origin of a new species. She is highly sought after by various parties due to her unique genetic adaptations and because she is one of a small group of survivors of SyndromeX, poised to pandemic status in fatalities. She is forced to let her friends and family believe that she has died with her illness, in order to best protect both them and herself. So she runs away...anywhere really. finds herself on the beach one night, where she discovers she has the ability to bend time and space around her by harnessing electricity. This is why she no longer gets hungry and cannot digest food like normal heterotrophs. It is electricity - energy that she craves.

her body has begun to create a very powerful electromagnetic field, but it is quite unstable if it has no outlet and she does not weave it. Eventually she will learn how to bend the fabric of spacetime and curve it so that she can travel at incredible speeds. She will learn how to change the density of air in a small space around her so that she can stay in the air without falling. She will learn how to focus and direct highly condensed energy to create weapons or illusions. She will learn how to project her EM field out into a certain radius within which she can alter the flow of time.

It seems like she can do anything. It stands to question, then: if you have such great power, what would you do? Assume that you could create a better world then the last one? Stand up for innocent individuals? Attempt to take down corrupt power structures? ...Do you stop? Who is your enemy? And if you no longer have an enemy, at what point do you become your own enemy?

That is sad.

alchemy

Why?

A rather broad topic

Could be that fate comes into play. Could be that we are naturally inclined to potentiate ourselves and the resultant roles reflect the archetypal forms we are best suited to expressing. Could be we are participating in a game of forces that are much more powerful then humanity and their war translates into the corporal human form as humans influence the game like a kind of feedback loop. Could be sheer happenstance as the mind races to fill the void of meaning....

I wouldn't say that I knew for sure, never would say so :)

So, if we are all here, tethered by some unseen force, what would you say guides us here? The question? Are we just seekers? Or... Is this just part of a bigger program and y'all are just playing your appointed role? Is this an illusion? Are we reflections of the divine, and therefore supposed to see the divine in all? Like some great big vanity? Pick a topic, I'll divulge. I'm down for some cerebral interaction. Since physical is only around in dreams these days....

Your words are well picked and articulated well. I appreciate the depth to your input. My perspective may be wrong but I feel you would understand where it is coming from so I will share it with you. I feel like this is infinity. Maybe this is just bullshit, so please beware. Perhaps I am. Perhaps you are all as well. Together we are one. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, when you see God and realize yeah you aren't God and this is His game and you are just His toy, whatever purpose it may be. Your mind may play tricks on you, humanity may fuck you, and you may fuck humanity. Erase free will and watch the natural sway of things and you see. You see the order of the way life is. It's harsh and cold, it's warm and loving. It's all of it. Humanity is blessed with the mind to see it all. To come to understand it.

So, as I ride this tangent out to its fractal ending I am aware. I am a piece of this, that is all. I wish to end the hurt, but I don't know how. I wish to raise consciousness, but that requires some LSD or shrooms. This world needs to open its minds and tear down it's man created prisons. Something binds us. Something guides us. Some are lucky to see it, however science won't prove it. Only experience.

we play the role of "god in the state of becoming"
quite exciting times because it allows infinite possibilities

I agree with you. But I think that science already has proved it. The problem is only that those in the academia do not want to draw conclusions from their theories, only apply them empirically. Even if there are stark and obvious deductions staring them in the face. It's hard to recreate your world view once it has become ingrained.

Psychedelics do help with consciousness expansion. I don't think they are for everyone, some people do not want to see the nature of reality. Some people prefer the lie. AKA those would take the blue pill instead of the red pill. And that's okay too because everyone is at a different stage of consciousness and has to walk the path at his or her own pace.

Singularity that lies at the heart of duality - that the fall from paradise and knowledge of good and evil really just means having the ability to differentiate between the two. Before we became self aware we did not die because we did not reflect on our mortality. That's an interesting theory to the idea that we didn't die when we were in the garden of eden. It's because we did not experience death as such. Our consciousness was more harmonized. Knowledge of good and evil split the poles and gave everything its opposite. This meant we became wiser and able to suffer. If you don't know of pain you can't understand happiness. If nobody can be evil there is no potential for anyone to be good.