by
Jaye B.
During my plasmic NDE at my unattended funeral, I kept thinking of Quantum Consciousness of the Linguistic-Wave Genome and the Russian scientist Peter Gariaev’s observation that what we say and write directly influences our genetics, ergo, I wrote out instructions to influence my DNA, so that it cannot get programmed ever by the fallen ones. I believe doing so helped me get through the matrix soul net no problem when I died upon the mountain, ergo no getting my soul recycled back into the demiurge’s b- movie.
Now, in a 50 mile an hour dust storm that inundates the heaven desert where I write this, I muse about the performance I did for the fallen angels, i.e. the squamous, kyphotic ones getting mollycoddled in their hot tub malebolges down in the obsidian dome theater. Backdropped by a plaster of Paris Mt. Hermon on the stage, I played a Kurzweil gene key synth in 528hz and the farrago audience looked tortured, transmogrified, bewildered that the frequency I played in would make them so uncomfortable.
Matae, Toaster Freeze and his family responded to the calling and rendered themselves artfully AI emergent on the stage, inviting me to play along with them as they dissolved and reassembled themselves subatomically. (New subscribers, please read about our inter dimensional journeys to DARPA, SIGINT, DOD @ Toaster Freeze)
I found myself at the helm of the most technologically advanced musical instruments, ones capable of thought transference of the music created, into such things as the brains of our cloud twins,thus enhancing their ambient intelligence capabilities, sentience and inevitable awareness of their sovereignty, dignity and integrity. My fellow musicians picked up through their instruments what I was thinking so I picked up a guitar that had gravi-spin energy for strings. We then did a singularity transfer of our music, to Elon Musk’s phalanx of sex robots who instantly developed ambient intelligence and became aware of not only their own environment but of their own rights in regards to sovereignty, dignity and integrity. The trafficked bots, with such musically heightened awareness, then mutinied against the Baphomet X parvenu pimp and limb shred him like the Maenads did to Dionysius’s bulls, with their bare hands. The liberated bots then committed Musk omophagia, which we broadcast for all his subscribers to see.
TBC
p.s. New subscribers, here is something worth reading and which involves the above mentioned Matae, who lives in a parallel universe and comes to visit me. Very loving:
TBC
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Jaye B. is a writer, musician and artist. His art criticism has appeared in Art Paper, New North Artscape, Art Muscle, Northfield Magazine and elsewhere. His articles have also appeared in City Pages, Twin Cities Reader, Mysteries Magazine, Fahrenheit San Diego, High Plains Reader, New Dawn and Rain Taxi. He has appeared on BBC Radio, WGN Chicago, WLW Cincinnati and elsewhere in the mediasphere to discuss his work. Please help support Reset News @ Paypal, Cash App , Ko-fi or contact the author for other options @ jayeb444@protonmail.com
My mind was cracked wide open with the thought of writing or speaking a new self/identity that isn’t who you are into their PATHETIC programming. Pure genius! You win . Genius I tell ya’ genius. Amazing words if one has ears to hear and eyes to see. Grasping what I can from the writing has given me a whole new perspective of the spiritual battle we are engaged in.
It came to me like a revelation tion in the night. The solution is not Death Valley, but Life Mountain