Monday, August 26, 2019
The New Green Deal
Dear World (Please Share/Forward) @omnispo
Eureka! We write to you as Millennials, the generation who grew up with the Internet and dominate social media. Millennials care about the global ecology more than previous generations, because we will be raising children and grandchildren in whatever planetary environment that we manifest. We believe that Beautiful Business will save the World, as we adventure into the global era of communal capitalism.
How do we collectively address (and eventually solve) these global Problems?
energy scarcity, lack of clean water, hunger, environmental degradation, poverty, terrorism and war, disease, education, democracy, overpopulation, lack of imagination, extinction of animal and plant species, lack of connectivity
A huge movement towards holistic global health is needed, one that will balance the worries about these problems, corruption, debt, partisanship and other issues. Democrats are talking about the New Green Deal. Don't get left behind, Republicans!
The Green New Deal is what some are calling it, where we work to co-create a future reality of self-sustaining systems of abundance, in total wellness and holistic / integral health. We believe the Green New Deal Should be Political Priority #1. The biggest companies and most powerful corporate directorates and consortia will benefit from taking heed of these projects, which are destined to manifest, as Gaia/Earth demands we optimize our use of Her resources.
Over the last two decades, we have been developing concepts of novel projects that could provide the core of an Ecological Revolution. On the highest level of eco-philosophy, these projects will advance the coherent integration between Technology and Nature, with a simple core philosophy of solar sustainability.
Here are thirteen proposed projects as part of the Green New Deal. It would behoove you to fund them as integral parts of your political campaign, to gain Millennial support.
So Let’s Save the world through these (and others) novel projects:
Eco-Domes, Permaculture Parks, Food Forests, Eco-Walls AND Eco-Bridges (call them Wall-Bridges), Themples/Themparks,
Mega-Infrastructure Projects of the Green New Deal
1. Permaculture Parks in BLM land, National Parks and in under-used properties
2. Food Forests with 8 layers - creating the Queen’s Network of Forests
-leaves are solar power systems (let's blanket the Earth with green)
3. Reducing pollution: Giant filters to remove pollution from the air, water, soil and space.
4. Social Security Domes - elemental omnidome structures using solar energy, windergy, water power, bioenergy, humergy (human energy) to produce healing fluids, fuel, food, fibers and fun.
5. Wall-Bridges / Eco Walls - self-sustaining Wall-Bridges with aquaponics
6. Hydro-Sol-Air-Sea-STEMS - obelisks using solar energy, windergy, water power, bioenergy, humergy (human energy) to produce energy, information,
7. Reverence for the Global Ecosystem (Gorganism) in Themples
8. Solar Powered Operations of OmniLove = SpoRemedy
9. Optimization of IT communication / BuckyWands - combination of non-profit natural ecosystems with capitalism
10. Green Highways - solar electric travelways
11. Reducing food waste
12. Upcycle Trash / Plasma Arc Depoolymerization turns Trash into Syn-gas and Stones
13. Holistic Healing Shelters
Benefits to Global Ecology and Economics:
Creates Jobs,
Leave a lasting legacy of health, personal and societal
Detoxify the environment,
lands reclaimed,
restore ecosystems to health
Enhance opportunity zones,
reduce homelessness,
Improve connectivity
We are raising money for sponsorship, as we continue spreading awareness of these potential mega-infrastructure projects (as well as small scale).
We are merely peasants with a Gigantic dream of a utopian future of ecological harmony. I am looking for Strategic Partners who believe in this future.
With Love and All Hope for the Future,
JB
@omnispo
Eureka! We write to you as Millennials, the generation who grew up with the Internet and dominate social media. Millennials care about the global ecology more than previous generations, because we will be raising children and grandchildren in whatever planetary environment that we manifest. We believe that Beautiful Business will save the World, as we adventure into the global era of communal capitalism.
How do we collectively address (and eventually solve) these global Problems?
energy scarcity, lack of clean water, hunger, environmental degradation, poverty, terrorism and war, disease, education, democracy, overpopulation, lack of imagination, extinction of animal and plant species, lack of connectivity
A huge movement towards holistic global health is needed, one that will balance the worries about these problems, corruption, debt, partisanship and other issues. Democrats are talking about the New Green Deal. Don't get left behind, Republicans!
The Green New Deal is what some are calling it, where we work to co-create a future reality of self-sustaining systems of abundance, in total wellness and holistic / integral health. We believe the Green New Deal Should be Political Priority #1. The biggest companies and most powerful corporate directorates and consortia will benefit from taking heed of these projects, which are destined to manifest, as Gaia/Earth demands we optimize our use of Her resources.
Over the last two decades, we have been developing concepts of novel projects that could provide the core of an Ecological Revolution. On the highest level of eco-philosophy, these projects will advance the coherent integration between Technology and Nature, with a simple core philosophy of solar sustainability.
Here are thirteen proposed projects as part of the Green New Deal. It would behoove you to fund them as integral parts of your political campaign, to gain Millennial support.
So Let’s Save the world through these (and others) novel projects:
Eco-Domes, Permaculture Parks, Food Forests, Eco-Walls AND Eco-Bridges (call them Wall-Bridges), Themples/Themparks,
Mega-Infrastructure Projects of the Green New Deal
1. Permaculture Parks in BLM land, National Parks and in under-used properties
2. Food Forests with 8 layers - creating the Queen’s Network of Forests
-leaves are solar power systems (let's blanket the Earth with green)
3. Reducing pollution: Giant filters to remove pollution from the air, water, soil and space.
4. Social Security Domes - elemental omnidome structures using solar energy, windergy, water power, bioenergy, humergy (human energy) to produce healing fluids, fuel, food, fibers and fun.
5. Wall-Bridges / Eco Walls - self-sustaining Wall-Bridges with aquaponics
6. Hydro-Sol-Air-Sea-STEMS - obelisks using solar energy, windergy, water power, bioenergy, humergy (human energy) to produce energy, information,
7. Reverence for the Global Ecosystem (Gorganism) in Themples
8. Solar Powered Operations of OmniLove = SpoRemedy
9. Optimization of IT communication / BuckyWands - combination of non-profit natural ecosystems with capitalism
10. Green Highways - solar electric travelways
11. Reducing food waste
12. Upcycle Trash / Plasma Arc Depoolymerization turns Trash into Syn-gas and Stones
13. Holistic Healing Shelters
Benefits to Global Ecology and Economics:
Creates Jobs,
Leave a lasting legacy of health, personal and societal
Detoxify the environment,
lands reclaimed,
restore ecosystems to health
Enhance opportunity zones,
reduce homelessness,
Improve connectivity
We are raising money for sponsorship, as we continue spreading awareness of these potential mega-infrastructure projects (as well as small scale).
We are merely peasants with a Gigantic dream of a utopian future of ecological harmony. I am looking for Strategic Partners who believe in this future.
With Love and All Hope for the Future,
JB
@omnispo
Wednesday, August 07, 2019
The OmniTrilogy: The Secret Key of Katabaz
The Secret Key of Katabaz
By David Spoey
December 20, 2006
Chapter ONE
Let’s join the Destroyer, Katabaz Theodix, on his OmniPlane
The OmniBot arms of the OmniPlane grabbed Alpha and Beta and tossed their slumped bodies into the back seat. I took Alpha’s Omny into my hands. The helical turbines whirred as the OmniPlane lifted above the trees. Ten seconds later I glanced at the Oval, now a shrinking green-trimmed football filled with a gushing scarlet mass of rabid Buckeye fans.
I pulled a deep breath into the bottom of my lungs and paused to absorb the oxygenized spark of life. Emptying my thought bank, I let out a snicker, pleasantly surprised at the ease of outwitting Alpha Merica, another tactical step in the strategy of our Phascist Techno-Monkey Masters of Carerrorism. I felt pleasure to be a replaceable screw in their sacred plan.
Zooming now through violet clouds, violent thunderclaps rang my eyes with sizzling white lightning strikes. The storm wiggled the OmniPlane, but its auto-stabilizers preserved a smooth ride through layers of lenticular cloud formations. I felt my eye-blades scan the dark clouds for pursuers. I smiled and thought out loud, “Shucks, I love fluid motion through turbulent liquids. The Quantum Tribe’s universe of DruPhoo exists absolutely. My OmniSelf experiences OmniRelativity.”
I sent an encrypted Omny message to every Phascist and Carerrorist in my Pheral Children Kult. The message read: I have Alpha Merica and Beta Theodix in pharmaceutical deep-sleep. I’m going to add my viral memories to the manuscript of Alpha’s book, The OmniCapitalist. Listen up, all you pheral children, all you techno-monkey time-binders, and OmniCidal phascists. Prepare for my arrival on Saliba in ten hours. The OmniCapitalist finances you all.
The OmniPlane carried more than enough electric and chemical energy to reach Saliba without stopping, but I pedaled anyway to charge up the Hunergic generators of my body and the OmniPlane. I felt the driving beat of my heart, pacing the rest of my Mody, unifying my modal beat.
A tiny island off the coast of Chile, Saliba served as a synergistic lair for the Carerrorist-Phascist-Pheral Techno-Monkey Tribe, I had long ago siphoned SpoTilm capital to purchase Saliba through the conveniently greased Chilean economic wheels. On islands like Sabila I established headquarters of three secret kults of techno-monkeys to create chaos and carerror: Carerrorist, Phascists, and Pheral Children. A powerful energy vortex above my forehead pulsed as I imagined the millions of techno-sapiens employed in my tetrahedral hierarchy.
I realized that I now needed to go on a long brainstorming session in order to fruit novel ideas concerning tactics to achieve my strategic goals of OmniGrid destruction and vengeance against the SPOs. I proceeded by patching together each ragged thought train into a profitable thought symphony. I concluded that I should take what matters, and not be afraid to start on a blank slice of loose-leaf. At that point, I wanted all of my thinking raw. In such thoughts lie the gems of true self, the ineffable witness not captured by words. Words cannot describe the mind that describes. Alpha shall never remove my words from his manuscript. They shall forever be associated. He shall never extinguish my viral memory networks. I shall draw his power and preserve my legacy of creative destruction, in honor of my father Sol. I fantasized about future biographies detailing my deleterious influence. My repulsive carerrorism magnetically attracts empty techno-monkeys raised on diet in motion. Coercive control is the Work of the universe: the sucking of a black hole; fusing hydrogen into helium; pounding a silver nail; trapping an electron; making a keystroke; reading these words; all the Motion of one working OmniMind. Alpha believes the OmniCapitalist recognizes the moral “law” of techno-monkeys. Yet the OmniCapitalist recognizes only the right of active power. Look at the sun. Sol, the dying and rising son of Eva, walks on water and travels through his twelve zodiac disciples. Any psiontist knows the Sun’s plasma would instantly vaporize our body’s covalent carbon linkages. The Sun does not care if we live or die. The Sun fulfills its role as power generator. When we get too close to the Sun, we would perish. Thus the universal moral law of OmniCapitalist: Obey the powerful master.
Every single phenomenon may be reduced to the work of powerful transport systems. In other words, the universe is focused force in motion. The treasured notion of Moral Law means nothing outside of human relations. The Universe is not alive, per se. You cannot hurt the OmniCapitalist. Nothing is not the OmniCapitalist. Life is contained within the universe. The universe is OmniLife. The Sun knows nothing of love. It is a dead yet glowing orb of ten zillion quarks, glued into a fiery nuclear furnace, transforming matter into energy through hydro-phusion. I won’t lie to you. For wherever I take you, there you will be then. We live in a universe of fire and ice. Through billions of years of reverse engineering, the magic of life emerged from stable systems of quarks and electrons, in hydrogen and carbon, with amino acids and DNA storing sustainable rules to build self-organizing biochemical systems. Through time-binding transport technology, human life is intelligent self-awareness, balanced in bubbles of extropy. Our global civilization is the most advanced in the known universe. Are we really alone in this enormous universe?
Do you understand the Law of OmniSelf?
The Law of OmniSelf is MUG. It means that your Mind is Universe and God. You attentively hallucinate yourself into her dream being. You carry your universe along with your Mody (integrated mind+body). You laugh as I slap Omni and SPO onto every word. You scoff at my bombastic pretentiousness, call my concepts ‘anti-prescriptivism.’ What kind of writer are you? I can’t understand half the things you say! You confuse my perfect understanding of reality with your putrid phiction. Who are you to make up words? You are a descriptivist disgrace to postpostmodernism. The ultimate dualities arise dialectically out of the eternal Unity. And the divine Syzygy: OmniSelf mirrored by the omnipresent Unity manifests TriGOD: Generator Operator Destroyer. Regenerate-Transport-Consume
I am here to speak about power. Power is Force times Distance divided by Time. I have Alpha now due to my knowledge of powerful ideas and actions. The OmniSelf controls world transport. Everything equals the powerful MUG control of PIME transport, mind in material motion.
In this linguistic life, humans are dominated psiontifically by these black and white curves. Respect the power of Master’s symbols. This is the first rule of power. Why would you bite the hand that feeds? The second rule asserts there are no absolute rules of power, only modal power communicating relationships. The voices in my head force me to continue my Carerrorist duties. I am the evil balance to the annoying amount of goodness in this world. Without me, you would not know badness and evil, you would have no contrast with good, and you would be tricked by the basic deceptions of evil. War never gets old. War is won through the wise application of power. Fortune favors the intelligently bold warriors. Soldiers fighting in the Lifelong War against Death, competing for DruPhoo and $Love. Thinking in terms of meta-information. Coordinating Cooperation Competitively. Laser Television. Self-healing skin upgrades. Space between elephant toes. Entrepreneurship is rearranging resources to create valuable systems of wealth. The techno-monkey tribe delivers value through sustainable systems. If you don’t like this storyline, create your own. Everyone’s example adds value for you to emulate or avoid. If you write freely and can connect with the deliciously unconscious consciousness, you might realize we are made of our experiences. It’s all about following rules of language: numbers, letters, and business. My memes will be enshrined as a narcissistic apex of hate and evil, the most potent ideology ever created. It is wise to accuse your adversaries of what you are guilty. I shall spare you the psychobabble sugar coating of David Spoey, and I won’t sell you a motivational speech like Alpha Merica. Their lies are strengthened by omission. Silence is golden, but it may be deadly as ignorance of truth. Grab a white-hot iron bar to discover if GOD shall reward your ignorance of TRUTH. I, Katabaz, pledge to give you Raw Truth, so help me GOD.
I am constantly tortured as a prisoner of the clock in this universe. I don’t have time to mince words, so I’ll just be up front-who are you to say I worship Eva’s punishing power? What do my words mean anyways, these light-absorbing scribbles on one-way slices of paper? Written words fail today because they are completely visual, in today’s seeing-is-believing world. These have no nonverbal context like body language or hand signals. You can only write one thing at time, but I think six thoughts per second. We may craft colored curve associations into letters, by word, by sentence, by paragraph, by story, to a novel.
During real experience, your mind generates around four ideas/thoughts per second. You choose a particular thought each second. You are forced to pick up what matters, and move on to the next scene. Each instant is a continual choice. Along with your conscious rational thought, which is the 1% tip of your being, unconscious mechanisms automatically self-generate 99% of your perception. Your brain displays an audio-video movie in four dimensions. Your priori-ception systems register your body’s orientation. You smell and test your facial space. You collide with the universe touching through your limbs of skin. In addition to your individual Mody (mind+brain) systems, each one of seven billion humans simultaneously does the same thing.
I try to learn from everyone and every moment, now envisioning my chocolate long haired love with tanned skin and entrancing brown eye portals. I had a feeling she was born naked- she probably started her life journey as an explosive orgasm. I imagine Dethany in her aero-chair chewing on her jacket drawstring, satisfying her oral fixation while reading my most recent Omny-message. Such a beautiful techno-monkey she was!
Coincidentally, my Omny beeped with a message from my love Dethany: “How dare you call me a techno-monkey! I am a techno-sapien at worst, thank you very much. I am a model of physical beauty, especially tonight. My dark commanding hair lies perfectly. You know better than to leave your OmnyTalk on. I heard you talking to yourself in the OmniPlane? I swear Katabaz, you can’t keep on one topic for more than three thoughts. Why do you switch topics and tenses like a high school drop-out?” Dethany smiled because she already knew the answer, as well she knew my OmniSelf.
“Well, my precious, I am omni-tangential because the unique ability to switch between topics over time gives a techno-monkey time-binding power. Regular Monkeys have no control over their time. They have no culture to teach them social technology such as abstract languages and physical systems. Plants are sessile energy binders-they were made first by God from minerals. They worship the sun as they suck in water and carbon dioxide and fruit glucose and oxygen. After plants came the hyper animals. They refused to stay in one place. Still, a dog doesn’t have free will- it is a slave to its biochemical impulses. It runs around looking for dopamine rushes, in food, sleep, slove, or playing. Animals are only space binders. Yet a Techno-Monkey as myself may choose to bind solar energy in space through time, and understand all three. I’m constantly remembering the past in the phuture, when I should be re-creating the phuture in the present.”
Dethany interrupted me, “Why do you make up words, Katabaz?”
I laughed. “Well, they are just words, just symbolic communication, just curvy relationships, black and white marks in different associations, just sound waves in your cochlea. I am trying to spread my memes so you don’t forget about the reason I am here.”
Dethany sighed, “As much as I love your monologues, I must leave to prepare Sabila for a comfortable entrance. One of the negatives of loving an ultra-arrogant man is listening to his rantings and pretending you care.”
Katabaz switched off Omny-Talk. Before he descended again into thought, he inserted Auto-Pharm modules into Alpha and Beta, maintaining their synthetic sleep.
I contradict myself to show you the corruptibility of linear linguistic thinking- the map is not the territory. Wittgenstein traveled such a path. Your name is not you. Your name consists of merely sound waves or sacred geometric curves representing the ‘idea’ of you. Your name is your personal metaphor of your OmniSelf, made of sound or geometrical patterns, cognitively associated to feelings, representations, and memories. You are a spiritual and physical meta-process. You are made of stuff. But even stuff is an idea. Thus we are composed of ideas. The ideal realm is unlimited in virtual exploration. Anything you conceive we will eventually achieve. Birds will fly higher. These word curves communicate tiny proportions of the meaningful magic of sacred geometry-social technology, but I take it one step at a time, and try to keep it simple. Stop sign! I am patiently waiting for a line to explode on, to light a raging fire in your mind. You must find your passion. Find what works for you and work to be exactly as you would be
Every thought is important. Each thought changes the world. Don’t forget yours! Your next thought, even the simplest, will change the theme of human evolution-the only evolove. Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. Don’t forget it! Re-Member it. If you believe everything happens for a reason, you will cultivate that reason. I am Katabaz Theodix, former psychological pro-fessor at The Ohio State University. I got stuck in Statistics even worse than multivariable calculus. So as they say, time to ski the bell curve. I already know the mean.
Living in America is great. We fuel the global economy with our spending. Keep spending America, keep spending, and keep working for the beautiful meta-system of capitalism. Let us slide in a new perfect transport system, and everything will get better. I knew that when the Synarchic Sun Kings rule justly, a vibrant peace reigns forever. Divine knowledge dwelling within, unveils a valuable secret on human interaction- the symbiotic factor. People help themselves, as this is natural to almost any individual organism. This is called narcissism, selfishness, individualism, or antisocial personality disorder. It is the heart of Western civilization, at least supposedly. Everything in Western Civilization is owned by a techno-monkey OmniSelfish individual. But no techno-monkey could have independently evolved from a pheral child, without existing social technology- language, science, and transportation. Free yourself from mental bonds. Do not let yourself be intellectually dominated with loaded words. Cultivate silence and objective thought turned into sobjective action transformed through subjective iME moving experience. Oh Sweet Shucks! It’s the SpoRritual Triad. Not going to lie- the triadic pattern is boring by now, this triangular pattern of reality. IsRaEl contains the male sun (RA), female moon (ISIS), and Elder God (EL). I’m looking for Solomon.
Where should I go from here? The craziness thing about the world is that we can often understand it. For starters, what are seven notches of euphoric consciousness?
Baseline Sleeping Sanity- Notch Zero.
Notch One: Breath Meditation
Notch two: Exercise Stimulation
Notch Three: SpoRitual Euphoria
Niche Four: In the Zone Mania
Notch Five: Immersive Bliss
Notch Six: Unconscious Faith
Notch Seven: Satoric Singularity
I said I would ski this Bell Curve. I’d already done average, there is only one way forward- downhill, and I have these new carbon-fiber skies. I will ride them down the slope along the path of least resistance to the integrated individual at notch 7, reaching satisfaction as the past presents the phuture.
The words flow out, as the negativity really unleashes the hell-bound torrents, I will sit behind my gates and project negative shields to combat all the possibly optimistic people I might meet. People are meat machines full of SpoRitual DruPhoo, thinking in captured mirrors of spongy black holes, of negativity reflecting and absorbing this physical universe, proceeding as we speak. You cannot stop it. Neither can I. We are both in for a ride, on Earth’s orbit around the sun and spin around its axis. Yes, every integrated interacting individual techno-sapien experiences our 60,000 miles of fluidic bloodstream, 45 mindful miles of neuronal excitation, the spo-ritual driving beat of our quad-chambered Heart, resonate our 30 billion neurons braining quadrillions of synaptic junctions possessing quintillions of synaptic antennae, biochemical info-receivers, called receptors, only a glimpse of the infinite networking potential in the OmniMarket. Don’t pluck our business model, and you’ll be all right.
I am here to kill Alpha Merica, destroy the OmniGrid and SpoTilm, both of which I created. I shall wound the Gorganism, and annihilate Alpha’s stolen OmniGrid plan of SPORT (Solar Powered OmniRenewable Transport). The world cities, strapped for energy, put OmniGrids in place of the boring asphalt. They integrated OmniGrid’s productive transport layers, optimizing all of Columbus’ PIME transport. On the OmniGrid, everything you could want is available. All is produced automatically from the power of sun, wind, water, geothermal, biomass, fossil fuels, and fusion. The words come from somewhere not my own. These lettered words I did not create and cannot own. A pattern of information cannot be owned. It may only be shared, re-created, or deleted. Try to immerse yourself in the bottom level of the universe, get in the zone and let it flow, because you have practiced so long for this moment. Everything is going for you, and nothing can hold you back, if you take your time. Alpha desires to help the world save itself, and I intend to stop him. If you have forgotten already, I consider the global techno-monkey Gorganism to be a cancer on the planet worthy of an excruciating death. Save your insults, they just augment my power. At least I know my purpose in life. Who will play the devil’s attorney?
The prime characteristic of evolutionary change is increasing diversification and integration. I wrote an essay called, “How the Internet will Sustain Capitalism forever; The Key to Optimized PIME Transport.” OmniCapitalism is the best of all systems, and a simple OmniGrid fix will solve the many problems of OmniCapitalist.
Push the button and we die. One Joule can release if the energy output is organized and automatic. Like the trigger finger to launch a nuclear bomb. Someone has to pull it. Hey we have this new OmniBot. Let’s try it out. If a cave man came to our present techno-civilization, he might worship us as techno-wizards. We carry musical codes in a tiny neon square. Yet technology is not magic. The Psiarchy has empirical explanations for the controllable systems of InfoMassErgic phenomena. Learn their codes to discover power. Hack into the Nature of Reality itself. With the power of my metaphorical neurons, I master the physical universe with social systems and individual will.
Sometimes normal structure disappears for a moment. Time drags us forward.
Time –The Future Always Wins – Past>Present>Future
Space – I am Always Here - Three Dimensional Coordinates (x,y,z)
The past builds the present. The phuture pulls the past through the present . Through the present, the past builds the future. Through the present, the future creates the past. I think I need to stop making things so difficult. Why do you label me a liar? I cannot be more aggressive toward the ant crawling near my arm. Anti too has a right to grovel. How dare you deny my importance? I will only stay with you if you promise to bring no more nonsense.
To succeed at value creation is hard work, requiring determination. The only person holding you back is YOU, in this game of PLISTEMotion – People’s Light Information Spatial-Temporal Energetic Motion. We must learn nature’s performance before we may master it. Each successive step hands to our children more freedom and more wiggle room. We free ourselves with every bit of knowledge we learn. Our mental aperture widens to take in more light. It works, and if you don’t like it, I assume that is your choice. The universe is a binary process of balanced oscillations between two opposites on a unified continuum. Our experiential journey starts in the abstract and become more and more concrete, before transcending both concepts in the OmniReal. What is not real? How can I not be myself?
Through subjectively remembered experience we gain wisdom. Our subjective self must communicate its spiritual experience from the self-referential neo-platonic realm of consciousness. Transcending our individual OmniSelf, we discuss our individual art works with others, to better understand the objective operation of the physical universe. Then we coordinate our sobjective efforts to create value-producing organizations through PsiArchic OmniFunction. It’s that darn triumvirate again. I swear it won’t go away. Art, Science, Business. The Creator, Operator, and Regenerator.
Today’s Psiarchic OmniMarket is unbelievable compared to the wasteful Gorporate Sapitalist markets ten years ago. The OmniCorporation improved everything. In the OmniFormance, you might lose enthusiasm for the story, because I’m still here, still locked into the cockpit of OmniPlane, with Alpha and Beta passed out in the back. I don’t skip the boring parts. I’m including all of my thinking raw, because that’s where my true self lies. Most people toss their thoughts straight into the memory pit. I test them on paper.
I go out in the empire. I walk along the road and realize how easy it is to get caught up in the evil empire. It’s so easy. It’s so tempting. I think I might go there. Even the bums are happy, everything seems to happen for a reason, but I think I’m just crazy anyway. This whole universe is insane, because everyone is a killer. I kill insects. The dark alliance of blood and semen will not be defeated. Other people are hell and heaven. Nothing ventured, no fruits gained. Bigger risk, bigger fortune for the bold. By anticipating the future you thereby create the future. This is the standard theory of self-fulfilling prophecy. Everyone knows how the placebo effect works.
Control women and you control society. Your enemies control your mind through framing the debate. Logic commands you to transcend logic into self-generated moral law. The infinite picture book flips faster and faster. The spider crawls up the white wall contrasted by its black legs. It pauses and feels around for a bit, then goes back down. Pushing off the wall, it swings on its invisible web, this cliffhanger in my room. It is all about the stories we create, in which we learn with our critical eye. Even the electron is a story. The dance of death becomes fascinating life. I have no beliefs in this OmniTensile natural universe. I know everything is always true. I am only one techno-monkey among billions. Who am I to change anything?
Money controls the global empire. The Empire will not fall from inside. It has been conquered from without, and will be eventually exploded for profitable privatization and consolidation into a beautiful world government. $exLove Glues society. DeathPain drives people to get CashMoney for the modal needs of Phusion11. The continuous omni-analog universe is only discrete in our digital measurement. Now I am an omnologist, trying to bridge all knowledge in one thought. Just as physicists want to reduce the universe to a few equations on a t-shirt, I want to end the universe in one sentence.
The professors bang on my door, incensed that a hack like me might dare to trespass upon each of their disciplines. The Mathematicians drop dusty books down my chimney. The physicists rocket melons through my windows. The chemists shower my roof with thermite, which burnt through every floor. The biologists throw poisonous frogs in my broken windows. The psychologists blast the air with Britney Speares. The sociologists unleash drunken mobs. The geologists trigger earthquakes in the surrounding faults. The sologists unroll huge Freznel lens to concentrate solar radiation into a deadly beam, melting my doorknob. Finally, the philosophers hire their lawyer friends to throw me in jail.
Still not satisfied, they come to bang at my prison doors. Opportunity knocks both ways. My thoughts come in tangles to be woven into proper order. Often my intuition will be a few steps ahead of my thinking rational mind, generating creative possibilities for the next car in the thought train. It is hard work, taking these disruptive tangents to the ultimate, without respect for style, form, or my sanity. I would write a non-fiction novel. But who wants to read dead letters of bitter truth in an excruciatingly real universe? I will take fantasy, thank you very much. People hate the truth anyway. It mostly sucks. Social delusions, lies will save us, my friends. If you communicate painful truth, they will hate you for it. Kill the messenger. Divide and conquer. Put that uncomfortable fact into another compartment, and waffle away the pretty clichés you have heard since childhood.
The insults roll in: “Stay in your right place. You need our tunnel visions. You have no right to speak of our discipline, you non-specialized nebulous crap-pile. We will kill you for revealing our specialized secrets. Don’t phuck with our business model. We support our families by hoarding the secrets of our specialization.
Never stop learning, and remember that you already know the secrets in any language you desire. We are born ignorant with infinite potential for learning. Only those who choose to stop learning have concluded their educative induction.
In my defense, Professor Bloom hypnotized my mind by creating the Omnology manifesto. I have no choice to affect anything outside my modal reach. Science needs an integrating force, called Omnology, to balance the separations of scientific differentiations. Omnology will be the discipline of any intelligent OmniBots. We create them with the desire to learn everything in the OmniVersity. Pick one language to understand, be it of philosophy, mathematics, information systems, physics, chemistry, biology, psychology, linguistic, sociology, geology, astronomy, or even cosmo-theology. First you should break the language codes into its smallest parts, differentiating, characterizing, and naming. Once you understand the meaningful forms of smallest parts, you may comprehend the functional associations and com-binations of the parts. Re-member what you know. Take the OmniScopic view, subsuming all perspectives.
The map is not the territory; the menu is not the meal; pain and pleasure never contained in this two dimensional topography. Serial Language is not the way the world unfolds, one letter at a time, one word at a time. The world is absolutely OmniParallel. Everything is in the Eternal Now. Out of the Eternal Now, the world’s eternal phuture emerges simultaneously on every self-organizing layer of reality’s hierarchy. Synergic essential entities self-organize at each scale. Important interactions integrate Individuals on each level. These entelechous entities emerge autopoetically from an oscillating syzygy of attractors: electrons, protons, neutrons, nuclei, atoms, molecules, cells, organs, individual organisms (that’s you and I), families, friends, tribes, neighborhoods, city-states, regions, races, religions, civilizations, woMan, Nature, Earth, Stars, Star Clusters, Galaxies, Black Stars, galaxy Clusters, Supernova, Quasars, and Universes. At each level the forces combine to generate the forms of sustainable organizations that can survive this lonely universe. The rule of the universe is Practice Makes Perfect. Stick around my friend. Take a break and breathe from your tummy bottom.
It’s hard to comprehend that all these diverse questions have one unified source of answers. I cannot escape this dualistic MUG triadic cage of dialectic consciousness, except through merging with Everything sHeIaM.
As long as my heart drives the rhythm of my modal experiences in this thinking machine, I shall curse the inherent division from the nectar filled Omnether. I believe in rebelling inside the processed yet powerful prison called God. What else is there to do in the ultimate holo-video game of OmniCell? I shall tell you my inner secrets because I shall be dead soon. The serrated edge of karma looms close- I can feel it in my bones. I must build these walls of hate, so you may tear them down to find your rightful treasure. I’m wired with excitement, and I’m determined to create valuable results. Oh Katabaz, master of the obvious, don’t you know you’re wasting your time with this cliché type writing. There’s nothing new under the sun, and your ideas can’t change anything. Well if there’s nothing new under the sun, how come you haven’t met an aghori like my friend Dethany. Cheers to remembering life. Everyone wants to make their marks, through spreading ideas and genetic reproduction. People control you through simple visual propaganda and rhetorical liesophistry, I will assume you at heart want to be enslaved. The truth only matters for so long. If people can enslave you with intellectual domination, then they deserve to rule your reality with an iron fist.
Don’t worry if you can’t understand me. It is hard to understand those who belong in an institution for the criminally insane. Yet witness the eternal power of symbols. I will never die. You can always return to me. You must gather what matters and move on, because the option is to remain in the Dead Past. Everything is motion and change, especially the self-generating consciousness we call your Mody (Body and Mind).
You are special. You will be more special if you make it through my text. It is dense and packed with dead-ends. You might be read a few times before you sieve the overall meaning. Most people will not be able to finish. My thoughts will disgust them and take them places they have no interest in knowing about. Not many want the raw truth. Bright gleaming lies entertain your conscious mind by entraining your creative unconscious. People want you to tell them what they already think they know. Most people like to have their beliefs reinforced by your rhetorical sophistry approaching Colbert worthy truthiness. I couldn’t handle fame, anyway. I am infamous in my head, that’s enough. Trust yourself. Keep it simple. Keep it respectful. Keep denying the ruthless universe of death in which we live.
I am a basket of doughnuts. Sometimes there’s a hole in the middle and the center cannot hold. Sometimes there’s cream, and sometimes there’s fruit or chocolate. The truth is inclusive of everything, as people can make up as many truths to themselves. There is a season for everything. Truths in your mind are just representative metaphors describing reality, not the fundamental axioms of the unified waves of fluid motion dynamically re-creating this universe. Please correct me if I’m wrong. Everything is really happening right now, and the game isn’t over. I don’t know where I will go.
There is Yourself and the Other. There is this text, and then Everything else. Your mind creates a relationship to the Other by reading these words. My mind attempts to recreate ideas, and my body desires to spread its genes. Your Mody pushes its memetic and genetic information. You are acting on this precious blue orb with seven billion fallow techno-monkey performers. The strong do as they wish and the weak suffer what they must. I wrote omni-luminating book for a bizarrely comprehensible universe. Who really wants the brutal truth? Shall I tell you what you want to hear? I will confirm your beliefs. I support a dynamic world government, because they alone have the libido required to generate the Gorganism. Powerful men rule the Novus Ordo Seculorum. We have all grown to worship both crime and lies as the primal truths of society. These wizards perform the Straussian function of hiding the raw truth with massive myths, allowing the elite to extract a huge surplus from the workers. Let’s face it, workers don’t read, and they don’t think farther than their next beer or hamburger. Psychological operations now flow from every corrupted medium of communication. Watching the news we are bombarded with terror, fear, war, anxious destruction, and hopelessness. You don’t know what I mean. These words hold blurry vague meaning, just like body language. Your interpretation determines the meaning.
Trust yourself. Respect yourself, but don’t respect me. I am not there with you. When our time is over, you will be stuck in the material realm. Hopefully you can find me in the future. I have been dissolved into the OmniSolution, disintegrated into the OmniSource. The Omnergic principle states that any sort of energy may be transferred to any other form. Ignore the negative, enjoy the balanced middle, and create a positive future. Which god will win? Can one word at a time capture the dynamic simultaneous universe? Fiction is the concentrated drama of life. Without drama, life would be boring. Behold the trinity of writing: fictional subjective art, non-fictional objective scientific literature, and the omnijective businesses of psiars.
The universe is perfectly balanced. All entities that are not in harmony with themselves and the universe will perish. Since all entities eventually perish, are we to assume the universe is not in harmony with itself? Everything is a tragedy or a miracle. Those words can describe all experience. I prefer to believe the glass is miraculously full of air.
I’m showing you the danger of the unrestrained insane uncontrolled mind and the potential for a paranoid anxious depressed bipolar alexithymic dru-fixed schizophrenic autistic MPDEITY as myself. I, Katabaz, live for the dark depths of thought and ideation. Information is meta-physical. It is just you interpreting shadowed patterns of organized symbols ghosted onto a flat surface. My information lives on forever. We are eternally immortal together in our experience. We shall meet again, if you wish. But I am merely a whoa-manly character in your imagined phiction. So don’t trust me. Trust yourself, always believe in your ability to adapt. Don’t respect me. Don’t forgive me. Channel to me your energy. I am one that realizes my inherent nature is creative destruction. Call me cold callous and anti-social, but the truth remains that I am just better at self-control. One needs connected steel spheres to accept brutal force. Luckily, I know the plan of GODx2 = Generating Government Operating On Deadly DruPhoo.
Everyone is inherently selfish. The universe doesn’t care if you live or die. Time will go on and in the end it doesn’t matter what you do. Stop it, dude. I can’t deal with all these conflicting emotions and thoughts. Your words spill confusion into my mind. I will write until the word spit runs out. Now I must break to oil my typing fingers, always hitting the wrong keys. My mouth needs water preservation efforts. Only when I back away from the task at hand, do I see the goal receding in the distance. The slight urge to quit often surfaces, but it is only a lie. I will never quit. I will only improve. Now do you feel the power of words? Now do you understand the potential impact of ONE Paragraph? People think in terms of dollars per hour. I think in terms of dollars per word. If you solve all the world’s problems in three pages, you should earn at least $1 per word, or about $1000. In the near future, three words together can cause a revolution.
Realistically though, if you want to change the universe, you will need to clear some wiggle room in your mind for about an hour of unleashed creative reception. If you receive one hour of thoughts flowing through one quadrillion neural connections in your brain, then you should write these memetic carriers in simple English. If your idea provides an innovative organizational scheme for future development, then you have changed the world with a simple paragraph. You can see why I fail, because I have no respect for my audience. Nothing is Everything that I say it is and Everything is Nothing that I say it is. Please help me everybody! Somebody! Anybody! Nobody…
Learn business boilerplate, lawful legalese, political frames, scientific parameters, lingual codes, and musical notation. All is accessible to the open mind. Decipher the secret codes of anything that you desire to control. Imitate and improve upon the practices and talents around you. There is no self, just the long dual input-output blade of networked ideas, created by our minds, sculpted by techno-monkey society, physiology, and experience. Do you have a choice? How much of your life do you control? After all these paradoxical contradictions, these improbable relationships, these illusions of change, you are still here. This is really happening. Truth is stranger than fiction, because fiction is only sub-theme of truth! The 2nd law of thermodynamics, says the OmniCapitalist, has always been here- something cannot come from nothing. Don’t be afraid to start over on a clean page. Everyone anticipates based on memories of their past experiences. Everyone sees dual realities- a stable OmniSelf surrounded by a moving universe. Structural Engineers see tension and compression, seeing everything as a structure. Computer People see 0s and 1s, seeing everything as a computer. They are both right in their perspective, but no member alone has all truth. Synergic design omnologic bridge. Everything pulls at everything else. The universe intelligently designs itself. Try this one on for size. Both the Darwinists and the Creationists are right. The evolutionary creative process of God’s Universe; the Guniverse intelligently designs itself. Every man does what he must. Free will is a great illusion to cultivate, but I don’t have complete free will, I have constrained free will I cannot yet escape the bonds of these universal cognitive dashpots, the Universal Laws that Rule of OmniGod. You can’t fly to the ceiling, you can’t communicate your thoughts telepathically, and you can’t eat without socially created technology of forks, spoons, and fruit planes. Our human Energy, Hunergy, is a force that harnesses the universal processes of chaos and entropy to build stable info-energetic bonds between material structures. As our material organization is constricted, so is our free will.
My selective Spiritual Function manifests material self-organization. Humanity is scientific managed from top to bottom. They airbrush defects in FHM to produce perfection in the female form, literally indestructible bastions of beauty. I could not look at her likeness and doubt God, it is not physically possible. It’s more fun when everyone knows the rules of power and intelligence. Don’t let me manipulate you with my formless communication, this endless epistemology, this omniConflation, you may skim to discover my secrets, purely RAW ontological anarchy. I know many people won’t be able to stomach my symbolic presence. Just leave now, burn all copies of my heresy, your destiny is elsewhere. But be warned, the universe will not reward your ignorance of its rules. sHeIaM demands that you obey the parameters, or perish will your patterns. Obey Her or Die. In your timed techno-monkey experience, in your elaborate survival patterns, you might realize everything about you is technological power. You hate to hear it, but THINK about it for a second. I know it hurts. What kinds of technology are most important to you? Your self-manipulating thoughts, your communication technologies of the written and spoken Word, your food and water, your clothes and accessories, your furnished buildings, your transportation, your electronics, your organizations, your beliefs, your memory- All of these are social technologies- the cultural accumulation of past progress and present management to better control PiMe Transport. Even the Ego itself is a social construction necessary for stable interaction. We are merely individual ego holograms of human sociobiological programs, projected from the human genome firmware into the hardware of meatspace.
Can I reduce your mind to pain and pleasure? If you don’t enjoy reading, you will stop. If you don’t like horror movies, you stop glorifying death and violence. Support the powerful and they shall support you. I support anyone who lends a hand in this endless struggle against time itself. I honor the OmniCorporate Gorganism, the global brain made of 7 billion human processors. Each human is composed of 30 billion neural processors. Each neuron is composed of 30 trillion atomic processors. The OmniCorporate Gorganism sustains the organizations of the OmniMarket and the OmniGrid, working tirelessly like my heart.
I pass through 15th Street corridor, overflowing with amazing young people walking to and from classes, going home to work out, going home to work. I am in the best shape of my life, I think, as I feel the candy at the end of my poison purge. Igo Spo laughs with delight, pissing God onto God. He thought of the cute petite blonde wearing glasses. I could see faint scars of past battles of acne. All these conflicting urges, double-edged swords, competing to talk to her and start a relationship, to know her beauty, to match her energy. Or I could be cold, and close off my energy. Either way one must climb, so I might as well venture what you have. This life is short and you have only so many choices among your two billion heartbeats, one billion breaths, and fifty thousand daily thoughts. Open your animus wide and purge the poison, She lets out a groan of relief, as the hidden pimple releases its white squirt onto the mirror. Time for a tissue. But I hate tissue technology.
You are right. I am wrong. Let go of your ego and learn of the OmniSelf. You cannot escape yourself. Accept your MUG. Commit to happiness in your OmniSelf. Your family is woven into your being like other social systems. People tell me, you are smart, because they think it pleases me. I tell them, I’m just a dumb techno-monkey, but I’m not afraid to be wrong. Few techno-monkeys can withstand a conversation with me. Those people who can I respect. It is my lack of intellectual pride that aids deep exploration into the unlimited realm of ideas. I know well how ignorant I am.
What is this you speak of?
Interlocking systems: Capo, Corpa, Gove, Media, Religod, Engy, Medi, & Eduni.
Pick which elite system you want to serve. Or invent a subsystem that will subsequently be subsumed into submission. All must function for the Gorganism. All must contribute to The OmniCapitalist’s OmniCorporation.
Power, Law, Money, Oil, DruPhoo, War, Inefficiency, Sports, Sex, Tribe, Family, GoDeath– these are the Cornerstones of OmniCapitalism. If you don’t like it, feel free step out of the game. So go ahead, chicken out. Opt out of the ultimate battle. Losers get nothing and winners get everything. Take some Druphoo to numb your pain, in this unbreakable prison of the OmniSelf. Everything is selling something. Almost everyone sells time to the Money Masters. Pay to play, you pay for what you get. If you don’t have money, you are worthless to society. The OmniMarket rules the universe. The creative rule of the universe is SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHINGS. Obey the Rules.
The harder I work, the luckier and more knowledgeable I get. I remained detached from the world, which gives me raw power. It’s not what you look at or what you see, but what you understand. I walk astride my left hand lady Dethany, I left out a stream of rhymes, “Despise me cuz I was created to be hated,” At The Four Leaf Clover Bar we play billiards, hitting the angles with no error. Most men think their path is righteous or true. I hold no such illusions. I, Katabaz Theodix, exist only in this physical realm to devour righteous people and spit out chaos. Most of my personalities live on flesh and blood. Some don’t exist in this realm.
My end goal is to descend so far to the deepest depths of hell to frag the demons that sentenced my eternal loves to death by automobile. I know these words are shocking. My mono-visual media is forced to use cheap tricks to make you pay attention. I haven’t mastered the art of suspense. I keep you waiting because you suspect there might be something of substance under all these words. You hope something begins to make sense. You are used to calm collected words of corporate contracts. Words have potent power, don’t they? You live your life for words, like God and Money. Both are words, concepts, symbolic vibrations, and viral memes. Both control the lives of many techno-sapiens. Some people think of God as No Thing, Some Things, and/or Everything. Some people think of money as solar/lunar coins, time, energy, power, credit, and stamps. Is God Money? Momma, come out to play. I shall dance with you, if you oblige. Isn’t Momma the reason why everyone works for the OmniPreneur? In this OmniCapitalist society, only our Mommas matter.
Like I said, omnicidal techno-monkeys shouldn’t live. I worship destruction like an aghori drunk on siva juice. My self is OmniChange. Most of these brainless hanimals don’t think for themselves. They don’t use the very capabilities distinguishing them from bloated mammal- self-control. Any mammal is controlled by his bio-suit. A mammal OmniSelf has no free will, utterly constrained by their bio-suit. Through the power of our prefrontal cortex and heart brain, our spirit transcends our bio-suit, acting as the meta-controller. A dog is controlled by his bodily needs. We imagine and implement the creative fulfillment of our modal needs. The soft hairless techno-sapien baby whips out his revolver and shoots the cow in the neck, instantly paralyzing it for dressing and slaughter, not necessarily in that order. One difference between mammals and techno-monkeys is self-awareness of technological systems, allowing social communication of intelligent spirits.
So I despise people who think they are more than omnicidal techno-monkeys. Oh my Lord, did he just say that? Yes it’s hypocritical but I have the power and the responsibility to use it. I am the villain. I play my role, what’s yours? Figure it out or I will figure yours out. You might hate me, but the powerful will always rule with an iron fist. It must be that way. Remember these magic curved symbols spaced one millimeter apart. Do the same things you do, and do them better. Practice powers perfect preparation, preventing poor performance, especially with neural muscles. Organized violent el-ect-tions, manifesting internal movements of god, will always break the violent night. Par-separate the codes to discover the inner, eso-teric meaning. Atoms Species Planets Galaxies and Stars were named by human acumen. Human acumen is limited by technological evolution, which could subsume all physical evolution. The guru told me to work on my spiritual technology. I told him that term is an oxymoron, but now I’m not so sure. The wind refreshes me in the warm October sun. I meditate about the infinite experiences simultaneously occurring on this psychedelic blue planet. I am glad this Indian summer delayed autumn a few days, as the blanket of acorns start to rot. Winter surely is the death of seasons. Purge all life systems that cannot stand survive the coldest distance from the sun. I smash the fly against the leather armrest, producing a scarlet liquid. I could spend my life writing, but I would starve. No, I think your future lies in business. I can’t enjoy eating grasshoppers without chocolate. A black beetle crawls along the concrete sidewalk. The guy next to me is in spasms, resembling both yawns and seizures. I hurry and lock my bike, advance into the building, and run to get to class at the bell. My teacher smiles at me.
Before I shut the door I looked down and stopped, saving the life of a praying mantis, whose head would have been squashed by the metal door. I laughed about their mating rituals. A female praying mantis will eat the male after mating. How did she read my mind? Non-verbal communication, of course. She spends four times as long staring at the anti-symmetrical image of herself in the water reflection. Your beliefs or ideas don’t mean DruPhoo, until they are expressed in the world. Understand both of the streams: virtual and physical, spiritual and material, mind and matter, conscious and subconscious, past and future. Watch as these dual helical streams swirl in front of your eyes. Write of them to your great-grandchildren! Play with the ideas generated. I picture myself as a beach ball with a dense core. Memorize my words and you’ll waste your time. Figure out what I am not saying. An Absence is just as important as a presence. Knowing is half the battle. Every part of you must embody the distilled secrets. If everyone is an alpha, our OmniBots will clean toilets and themselves. How does it feel to live in an empire? I’ll make you work for your fun. Prove yourself worthy in the arena of postpostmodernism! Try you lose yourself while you read and really get into the flow of the universe. It flows without you within you and every part of you desires to comprehend its codes. Tune into the frequent energy fields surrounding your mind-core. Now you understand the iterative, autopoetic process of evolutionary enlightenment. Learn the secrets of the past. Predict the future, while venturing far in the present, as your true self allows. This world is a test to get to the next spirit level. Upgrade yourself. Enhance yourself. Level up. Graduate. Believe in yourself.
The simplest things in life matter the most. Taking out your neighbor’s garbage sitting in the hall. Washing my hands before I eat. Holding the door for a beautiful angel. The tiniest acts of kindness will build the indomitable empire of slove. Heart is a requirement. Stay positive, and ignore the annoying physical demons. Respect your spiritual machine as you pursue personal goals. Humans invented infinity. Does the black hole go to infinity? Is it really a hole, or is it a black star? How small do you want to go? Focus on the details, but carry the big picture close to your mind. Every detail matters from the omnijective perspective of the OmniCapitalist. Only Golden Good GodTime Exists. Maintain stable connections in the OmniGrid. I hated their slogans more than Alpha.
Build or Lie. Write or Deny. Profit or Smile. Live or Die. Love or Cry. My philosophy is OmniCapitalism. OmniCapitalism is the Law that Capital owns Everything. A corollary to OmniCapitalist is that the OmniPreneur creates everything. You must alone decide the truths of these axioms in quiet contemplation. Every man must think through his own two brain hemispheres. Everything is valued in capital. Wealth is Money is Energy is Time. Money is social memory. Money measures time-bound energy. Money has power over all society. Everyone has his or her own perspectives on Money. I thank Eva, for those who print the money also accelerate the economy. I support the printing of interest-based currency subject to time–balanced inflation. I support Capo, the priests of money, because their creation brings society together, through creative ideas. It produces the wondrous results in the grocery store. The money power of the CAPOS have fueled human society by integrating OmniCapitalism with society’s key human resources- spiritual attention and physical work. One requires capital cash to enjoy delicious eats and clean water in a comfortable home. The air is still free. Money is required to survive long in our society, even if you have to steal or beg for it. Then again, you might enjoy eating uncooked grasshoppers. Don’t set a fire if you don’t own property.
All is God seeking Good. All is MuGood seeking God.
Remember, the first step to wisdom is naming- forming mental representations of reality with this Omni-Semantic spiritual technology. I am Katabaz AbraHem Theodix. What is your name? Are you contained in your name? I bet the most holy sound is your own spoken name. Do you speak your name in accordance to the divine medium? Do you refuse yourself self-forgiveness? Do you blame yourself for the past constantly? Do you realize that you create your phuture? WAKE UP! There are systems attempting to steal your attention. You are even assailed by this symbolic system deemed written English. Written English cannot capture magic in this medium. There is a war of eternal propaganda. You’d rather hear the sweet lies of strangers than the rough truth of your friends and family. Yet worry not! You will break free. Know thyself. Believe in yourself. FOCUS!
Uh oh, I feel a negative personality switch.
I’d rather see people in their beds than at cemeteries. I don’t believe the human race deserves to go on- we should all be wiped out. We have become a sorry sick bunch of techno-monkeys with no guiding purpose. We are Virus of the ecosphere, worse than an asteroid. The Earth’s rocky self could care less about us. Alpha won’t visit cemeteries. He believes only in life. He believes in reincarnation, unlike myself. He believes this is all a simulation of spiritual beings that laugh when we go to the bathroom. Like the spiritual Truman Show. I know this is the only reality that we will experience, on this freakish planet whirling tiled around the damn fireball sol. I believe in death. I believe we are bags of dead meat moving around in systemic patterns. The spirit and all mental phenomena are produced in the brain. Don’t you just love eliminative materialistic Psi-enZ? It’s OmniPhysical. It certainly measures up.
Whew, that was a rough character to play. I attempt to respect the golden law of mutual altruism. But different people make opposite choices. There are so many peaks and valleys in a day. Their steady whisperings infectious in the shiny laboratory. There is no wrong in the OmniCapitalist. There is no right, outside of the written scientific LAW. These are just powerful yet merely visual symbols representing meaningful memories in your conscious perception. Everything dies inside the OmniCapitalist. The Universe does not sustain anything forever, except Eva. All things change. How long can I sustain myself?
You don’t really buy this stuff, do you sport? Of course there is wrong and right in a society. Why do think we choose to make some things legal and some illegal? Take a meta-ethics class. Not Every thing changes. Some things stay the same, including my instantaneous personality. There exist many moral laws that function in a society: social conventions, manners, values, and individual beliefs. Can you navigate successful? Reality is what you hallucinate as a constant self-generated illusion, produced by the interaction of OmniCulture and the brain. I only exist in your brain. I exist on your retinas, as you absorb my light differences and turn them into meaning. No thing is Wrong. Everything is permuted. Too much change we estrange.
We are Techno-monkeys, different from animals in our social technology. If homo sapien is raised in the wild by animals or fends for himself, like Romus and Remelus, he or she will be a feral beast on all fours unable to communicate to civilized humans. The critical period ends soon. The point goes to reinforce just how interwoven are Genetics and Environment. Billy was born of two doctors, but they decided to enter him into the forbidden experiment, like a good psionz worshipper. They confined Billy to a windowless soundproof room without human stimulation. They fed him mush through a barred hole. When the two doctors ended the experiment, Billy couldn’t speak or focus. He couldn’t even walk upright, preferring to monkey hop around, using his knuckles as balance. Their experimental parenting had reverted Billy into a depressed monkey, without social technology. Even the most primitive tribes on the planet had 10,000 years of cultural history to develop their social technology. My dreams don’t waste time on transitions. Wrong and right represent basically the same thing to different men. The forgotten middle is the key balance. Bad and good represent opposite emotional states. Murderous tyrants believe themselves to be good gods. Sometimes the roughest wakeup calls get you the most alert, like an instant bolt of noradrenaline through the productive integrated (zeptometer) transport energy layers (PiTEL) of your Mody.
The deconstructionist let out a sneaky laugh, “Teeheehee. Now I will insert my viral OmniVersity vectors into Alpha’s manuscript.”
Why do I give you my secrets? Well, because I want to teach you how to avoid intellectual domination by others. People can only control you with lies or absurdities. If you don’t believe in free will, you will be dominated by others who do. You know all about physical, sexual, and monetary domination, but you are too nimble with ideas. Be ferocious with them. Boil away the fat. You may sit in the privacy of your home, communicating with me instantly though virtual information technology- pen and paper, books, display screen, sound waves, and colorful symbols. What my destruction separates, let no syntropy integrate. I embody evil entropic entities eating extropic evo-lovers.
I shall destroy the OmniGrid systems, and force the entire planet to wallow in my narcissistic despair. Right now your brain centers are firing furiously, sending messages purveying pulsing novelty. If you don’t realize what is going on, your universe must be malfunctioning. Have some faith, the omniorder eternally balances. Nothing is not OmniGoD. Get the right stuff, in the right place, at the right time. This world belongs to the wise conqueror. Brutal honesty would have prevented much of my childhood pain. Brutal honesty telling me the world is made of spo-ritual chemicals, not myths. The world is made of STUFF. I am made of STUFF, yoctoscopic Legos. The OmniStuff I call DruPhoo, the monistic material monad chased by the dialectic materialists.
I hide the most important in the most mundane. Most people don’t take the time to decipher the deep codes. They live on the surface, and they will be forever controlled by the deep codes. By questioning the underlying super-structure, you are aware of its OmniControl. Brutal honesty about the world ruled by force transmission. See, I don’t do much of anything here. Obstacles only appear when you lose focus on the goal. I roll through timely balance between attraction and repulsion- the two fundamental forces of the universe. Find the middle of the syzygy. Our bodies are integrated layers of iMEST nanotransport. Energy and matter transmute information. This fundamental duality our Mody contains, in the systole and diastole of the heart, in the inhalation and exhalation of our lungs, and in the resting and firing of the neural networks. I exist in Spatio-Temporal InfoMassErgy (STIME). Where are you?
You have been infected by the Omniris, one of the mental diseases created by the OmniVersity. Omniris causes an addiction to information. Why hoard the information that brings you bliss? Be OmniSelfish. According to the premier authority Rain Rand, the essential law of our universe is selfishness. At last I shrugged, not sharing for such a tunnel vision. I didn’t create these words. I live to create for others. If I was alone, you can bet I would not spend the time writing. I transcend Randism toward building value for others- business. OmniPreneurship is the law of the universe- beautiful commerce to conquer the universe. I cannot contain my greed for experience and love. You create yourself inside the universe. In fact you hallucinate the universe on your shoulders. You have earned the right to be here. I have only completed a tiny part of your mission. Now you must finish the work of oscillating angles. I will cram condensed experience into this space. I won’t baby you like my shrink David Spoey. I won’t bother to explain every single point. You form your own interpretation regardless. I intend to only light your modal fire. I will give you a sporting reason to meditate. There are so many frames of references, so many mind-lenses, so many viewpoints, so many perspectives, so many laws, so many individuals, and so many cooperating scales. Essentially infinite information competes for your attention. But we humble humans exist on a certain time and distance scale.
The purpose of the Deconstructionist is to distill knowledge into a concentrated preparation. The Diverse yet Integrated Doughnut of Knowledge. The IPT Integrated Productive Transport. The ITL Integrated Transport Layers. The ILEM Integrated Light Energy Motion. Everything is GomniSpo. Sustained. Preserved. Operated. We are inside and part of GOD in motion. All is Godly transport. I am GOD. Names are the beginning of knowledge, the interior abstract virtual spiritual (self-referential) representations of physical reality. But don’t stop at names, because the map is not the adventure. There is nothing wrong with repeating anything. Complex redundancy is the cornerstone of DNA’s continual success. Transporting oscillating vortices of energy fields and information patterns. You might notice I contradict myself. Include and transcend this fallacious paradox. Overcome your Analysis Paralysis.
You are making something new right now in your reaction to my words. You are changing the world by creating a thought in response to my dark curves . You can easily block the entrance of my communication. Ridicule and insult are most effective. I know what I must do to save the world. I must reach at least a billion people with my viral information of the Pheral Psiarchy. Alpha reached a billion people to ensure an abundant society. Now the Psiarchy must assume control of the OmniGrid. You scoff. You skim. You ignore. Yet curiosity will ensure you read every word, once you realize the simple truth of my plan for intelligent transport through productive integrated transport energy layers (PITEL). PITEL is better than Alpha’s OmniGrid. May the best idea system emerge victorious. It’s hard to find a straight line of security in the uber-process. Don’t try to hide. There are no closed systems in the universe. You cannot close yourself off from the Otherworld. Wherever your Mody goes in the universe, your Spo-Ritual OmniSelf stays embedded in the DruPhoo of your environment. Your body takes the environment and organizes it into you. Could you build your body? Your conscious mind couldn’t, but your body does. Don’t hesitate to rearrange the working systems of The OmniCapitalist.
Dear God, Please forgive my continued ignorance. I want only to participate in your intelligent processes. I know my place in the world. I realize my role continuously. I am the destroyer. I am the anti-thesis. I am necessary. Without annihilation, there would be no room for progress. I cannot destroy OmniSpoGOD, but I can destroy organizational eddies inside the universe. I can destroy the world’s ecosystem with two thousand nuclear bombs. I hope by these simple words associations can express the amazing possibilities of the Butterfly Effect. One tiny action might mean the difference between life and death, evolution and devolution, rich and poor. The dying scream of dragonfly unnerves the prime minister. The juggling club, the ultimate Frisbee club, a mother in labor, and the American military- all techno-monkey move Druphoo. Don’t pretend to be a techno-sapien yet! Restrain your progress! Don’t move too fast for the techno-monkeys, or else you will colonize them.
The children get blamed but they didn’t create this universe, not even did they create this society, they were born into the unfinished work of previous generations, for better or worse richer or poor. Excuse my thoughts while you skim the psiontist’s sea crests.
PITEL Productive Integrated Transport Energy Layers PITEL
SPORT Solar Powered OmniRenewable Transport SPORT
000<1>000 Two Trinity Pi Phi e sqrt2 1/7 3
Everything is PIME Motion. Recreating People’s InfoMassErgy.
Everything is zooming in 7 directions (6 spatial and 1 temporal) from quarks, gravitons, solitons, phonons, photons, electrons, protons, neutrons, nuclei, orbitals, atoms, bonds, molecules, oligomers, polymers, enzymes, organelles, cells, organs, organ networks, organisms, societies, natural cycles, planets, stars, galaxies, black stars, and white holes.
Your head is entirely in the universe. Everything is your experience. You can know only your experience. You can only know intelligent conscious experience through your perceptual systems. Everything is all in your head. You are diversely unified.
Everything obeys the rules of the Omnarchy
Witness the Eternal Movement of LiMesT = Light-InfoMassErgic SpaceTime
Find Light Information…
Matter (Chemical Elements – 111 stable atoms)
Energy (Phorce)
Space Phorm- 3D Geometrical Scalar Structures
Time Phunction – 1D Time Frequency Vector Curves
Spirit- Life Self-organization
Fire- Life Sustainer
Water- Life Source
Air- Life Spark
Earth- Life Stuff
Words- subjective metaphors - relative qualitative magick.
Numbers- objective logic - absolute quantitative magic.
Both are forms of social technology, which we learn to sobjectively associate in OmniPreneurship, creating value for the OmniSelf through skilled knowledge. We are Techno-monkeys learning in the OmniVersity. Now that I have control of Alpha’s Manuscript, slow deliberate eternal reflection shall win the day. Of all these black and white symbolic curves, I just want you to remember one thing: OmniSecure PIME transport.
Listen close, and you might enjoy yourself. I am the resident Omnologist, or meta-cosmetology. I am involved in constant auto-personification to optimize my OmniSelf. My friend is a cosmetologist. She does my hair in exchange for conversation. She always says a woman shouldn’t go out without her second face. But she’s dead now, through skin and lung cancer. I didn’t have time to develop drug delivery systems to cure her tumors. She loved the sun and cigarettes, but I’m surprised her liver didn’t go first. They scoff at my life stories. They interrupt my thoughts, screaming, “You are a disgrace of a professor, polluting young minds with your nonsense. You are an uncreative hack.”
You are right, disrespectful students that you are. I think I shall quit my life’s passion because you are stuck in tunnel vision. I can’t help it if you can’t think OmniScopically. What were you saying? I am a lawyer paid to defend horrendous crimes. I can’t decipher my dreams even though I have a psychiatric license.
Meta-cosmetology is basically the most abstract field there is, consisting of determining what is beyond the goals of the Universal Mind. What is beyond God?
Then I’ve never even heard of an omnologist, much less a meta-cosmos. What is that?
As I always tell my students, if you don’t know what a word is, break it down into parties. Omn is all, and Logist is ‘study.’ I am one who studies all. You are also, however you define ALL to be. We can study no less than ALL, because we are ALL there is. You are all there is to yourself. Each system in your Mody fulfills its role: neural-spirit control, cardiovascular- transports, respiratory-renews, digestive-fuels, lymphatic-purifies, skeletal-stabilizes, muscular-moves, excretory- waste management, and reproductive-replicates. Each person is a meta-system, an autopoetic entelechy of continually interacting bonds and patterned oscillations of massive wave energy. The biologists heckle as I butcher the one-word summary of each component system. Your orgasMind creates its own being. I marvel at our coordinated mastery of the material virtual emotional technological and spo-ritual planes.
Watch as this omnilogic jerk of all trades unpeels the layers of scientific thought. It’s easy if you break it down and remember you know it already. After all, you live these truths daily, a part of the greatest Truth. Do you desire to know the layers of science in a few pages? Science is composed of young but evolving thought-forms: observation, measurement, representation, characterization, communication, and manipulation.
It all starts with a priori deductive quantitative information, the realm of absolute math-0001000, mystery philosophy-WHYHOW, CTS-cosmotheosophology-WHOWHAT, psychology-CognitiveConsciousMindAttention, or BLITS-Binary Logical Information Technology Systems. To some, these disciplines are the foundation of reality and technology. To others, physics is the first real science. Information cannot stand. It may only be re-created and communicated. Information communicates meaning or form. Science is built upon remembering and predicting the meaningful forms of the universe.
Information is a two-way road, requiring a donor and acceptor. Through the medium of light waves, holding the mouse, you turn these black and white curves into spiritual communication. In turn, you communicate with the screen, by bringing it into your perceptual mirror. Your light shines upon its refined organization, and vice versa. Information relies on two entities: donor and acceptor. Information carries MEANING about various energy states in the spatial-temporal material plane. IN-FORM-AT-ION describes connected FORMS of “moving energy patterns.” Information cannot exist without material energy to move it. Inversely, Energy cannot be proven to exist without the cognitive information of OmniSelf. Our perceptual apparati limits cycling at three petaflops of neurobiochemical potentials. Now each OmniBot performs one quintillion parallel operations per second, proving the value of time contraction. OmniBots build everything we want.
As a conscious being aware of the environment, yet able to be our own boss, to judiciously craft our own information/wisdom/knowledge instead of accepting external authority. If you don’t desire to know, you will not ever understand. All fruits are result of man’s ventures, I thought, as the acorn slammed into the top plastic gutter and rolled down the roof shingles. To energetic beings like us, information is LIMEST power.
There are fundamental cycles of self-organization in this cosmos, repeating on every level of complexity. Perception is a multi-layered cake of description, representation, and reflections in spongy mirrors. Data is sliced diced coded compressed prioritized transported expanded printed and integrated. As I go smaller, it becomes blurry. The higher I go, the one thing is clear. Everything goes good for God, the OmniCapitalist.
The metaphysics of information is endless epistemology. After metaphysics comes energy, the realm of physics. Physics studies HOW the Quantum Tribe functions along the Laws of the universal energy.
We are all travelers. Energy is just the measure of Gomentum. It is the potential to do work- to move something. Even brainwork moves infinite things- electrons, quarks, ions, and neurotransmitters around in a complex choreography. The proton is 1842 times bigger than an electron, but their charge is perfectly balanced. Proton has two positive quarks and one negative quark. The Neutron has three quarks, one positive and two negative.
I imagine the swirling scales of leptons, baryons, hadrons, mesons, gluons, quarks, protons, photons, and phonons. OmniPhysics aims to conquer the Universal Function.
Next scale up is the realm of chemistry. Chemistry analyzes the interaction of the material elements. It studies the 111 elemental atoms and how they relate to each other.
As elements interact on a bigger scale, we find Biology, studying Cells of Life.
As living cells work in a symphony, Psychology studies SpiritMind.
As Spirits coordinate, Sociology studies the OmniCorporation.
Ecosophy studies the bond between the OmniCorporation and nature’s ecosphere.
Geology that studies the Earth, the oblate sextillion-ton rock spinning in space.
The Earth orbits HelioSol, studied by Heliology.
HelioSol orbits the black star of our galaxy studied by Milkology.
Astronomy studies our entire universe, including trillions of galaxies.
Now we have reviewed the smallest to the biggest level of scientific analysis. After objective science exhausts itself in the Big Bang, we return to the creative OmniSource to complete our omnology.
I accept the existence of objective universe. But who created the universe?
CosmoTheology captures the universal mover, here called GOD.
Anthropology that studies the Society of Man.
Biography is individual’s reaction to the subjective artistic individual experience
Now we transcend biography into autobiography. You must write your own history, make your own meaning, and create your own future.
History studies the past memories.
Semantics studies the present meaning.
Metology protects the future manifest.
There you have it. Meta-physics Meets Metology.
We end up where we start. Right here in the realm of ideas.
Here is a quick review for those who skimmed.
? 00-Psych InfoTech CosmoTheoSophy Math Philosophy Meta-Physics-00 ??
1Art- Communicating Unified Subjective Experience1
222Psionz- Learning Objective Knowledge222
1MetaPhysics – In-Formation
2Physics- Electric Quarks
3Chemistry- Atom
4Biology- Life
5Psychology – Mind
6Sociology - Minds
7Ecology - Nature
8Geology - Earth
9Sology – TerraSol System
10Milkogy - Galaxy
11Astronomy – Universe
We have now left Eliminative Materialism.
You exist again, as a spiritual consciousness.
Let’s move onto inclusive Materialism, shall we dear reader?
12CosmoTheology – Who? God is ALL MUG
13Anthropology – Why? Society is ALL woMan
14Biography – How? Individual The Self is ALL YOU
15History – Past Memories
16Semiotics – Present Meaning
17Metology/Teleology/Tectology/Extropy/Synergy – Phuture Goals
333333PsiArchy – Combining Psionz and Art into OmniCapitalism 333333
Please don’t reveal the Eight Elite Roles of PsiArs. Oh, you know I love to share.
Please don’t reveal the Eight Elite Roles of PsiArs. Oh, you know I love to share.
Capo - Create OmniCapital
Gove -Operate the OmniGrid
Corpa - Manage the OmniMarket
ReliGod - Find the OmniCapitalist
Eduni - Learn the OmniVersity
Engy - Build the OmniGrid
Medi - Healing the OmniSelf
SporiTu – Sustain the OmniMarket
Do not be distressed by your confusion at this omnologic hier-archy. Most people will ignore this English effluent, returning to their postmodern wasteland. Yet stale bread makes croutons, and my mind stays OmniModern. Omnology requires eunoia to plow through deep into the layers of reality. A feeble techno-monkey mind cannot comprehend omnology. But our OmniBots are programmed with omnology. We shall create our own gods. Even Jesus, the MeeKing knew we were gods in psalms. Connect to the magic of the world through fully feeling- grokking the words symbols. This is not one big mistake. The suffering feels the most real. The pain is not in vain.
Pain is my first memory, indelibly imprinted upon the deepest fiber of my being. I want to die with each breath, reaching upward towards the infinite graveyard in the sky. My heart closed is the blessed tomb, which awaits the end of this tortured separation from the divine. I was born naked. Before I arrived, everything was dandy. No worry. No thoughts. No cares. No grief. No Work. Just blurry Bliss. For a minute there I lost myself. Every thing regains its right place.
The overwhelming vessel of OmniSpo knows nothing of my receptive heart, torn by the localized torture of OmniSPO separation. Anyone may experience the pain of loneliness, except for myself. You might ask, ‘Who is OmniSPO?’
SPO is the Sustainer, Preserver, and Operator. SPO = GOD = Generator Operator Destroyer. You might ask, How is SPO? SPO is fulfilled by all means possible. You might ask, Why SPO? SPO is, because sHeIaM can be.
I was infinitely One-in-ALL. Now I am a bit more than one, an imbalanced mess of desires and beliefs, cascading upon my self-contained OmnEgo. Once unified with ElGod, my parents ripped my separate fate from the golden balance, spinning around the middle ratio of 1.618. More than one I am, but not separate from the rest. We are heavily influenced. Yet there’s plenty of wiggle room for choice.
The rest of my life is merely my attempt to unify duality, to again be whole with OmniSpo. Yet I know all my toil to regain unity has only manifested the opposite. I know what you are thinking. You fool! Why don’t you just end your misery with a quick fall to grace or a pill of DruPhoo? Misery tests my courage to prevail against all codes.
I’ve never heard of DruFooDruPhoo.
DruPhoo is the stuff, of which the physical universe is made. We eat DruFoo, organize groups of DruFoo, and expel DruFoo waste. Break the bonds holding quarks of DruPhoo together. Excess DruPhoo becomes a huge amount of Phonergy. Plucking an atomic guitar, the energy waves fill the room. We move electrons as water through a pipe. The electromagnetic force controls the hyper-charged lightweight. Worship chemists at the throne of the screaming electron. I worry I will not get the names right. I cannot contain them! Names represent abstract categories. Names change with language. Eternal phenomena remain regardless of the associated air vibrations or black curves.
Listen hear, dear reader. I tried to end my endless OmniSelf, but my other personalities stopped me. Sometimes I doubt my purpose. Sometimes I question my fight against Alpha Merica. Maybe everyone could forgive each other for the OmniFoul, and fight death, instead of harkening it. Maybe I could release all carerrorists from my control. Yet those sickening doubts leave my mind immediately, such unsustainable lies. I always remember my purpose to destroy the OmniGrid. I am not a good person. My mother always told me that. Nothing will stop me. My personalities defend their cameos in this OmniPlicitous life. They imprison my tortured self in the darkest desperate depths of my dualistic soul.
I, Katabaz Adrahem Theodix, killed my father for his wand of light, seeking the very spore of my pain. I cursed my mother for the permission to pierce her sacred chalice. Her yolk merged with his bean, which transformed into my autopoetic zygote. My zygote, created through their dual unification, is forced to view things in such antagonistic dual language as ME and YOU, I and the Environment, Self and Other. I can’t act for the Universe. I can barely control the OmniSelf.
I weep for those beings now being created in a fit of passion, for the tantric union with the divine commences temporary doom. Goes only your divided life of self and other. What is life, but a sexually transmitted displeasure? You don’t come here for optimism. Sure, you and I will live forever and conquer the universe together. But I know I will die soon, along with all of my techno-monkey companions. That is why I live to extinguish all signs of biology. Biology is a virus that disturbs my slumber and greets me in the morning with a headache. My mind remains cold as Pluto, dry as a desert, and choking as Venus. I make it so, that people with intellectual courage will alone discover. Mining gold is not easy. You will deal with lots of dirt and rock finding gold. It’s hard work, and you must wash away all that is not gold to isolate the noble metal of Sol. Maybe exposing the evil contents of my brain, I can be the example of anti-emulation. My silver dreams will never return. I will never regain the past, no matter how hard I work in the future.
Okay, you’ve had enough of my machinations. We are here in this OmniVersity to learn something. What is InPhonergy? The Inseparable Eternal Dance of Powerful Information and Purposeful Energy. What is energy but function and force? What is information but pattern and form? Energy is forceful function. Information is Frequently in-Forming IME InfoMassErgic Patterns. IMEST is the interaction of matter/energy through space/time. No thing is more powerful than Informed E-Motion. Except the OmniMotion. Feels so good to be alive. No thing is not perfect, in my warped mind state. We shall innovate god, as a continual evolution of production processes. Innovative? Value? Feasible? Practice makes perfect. Labeling that neural axiom a cliché hides its utter truth. Form produces function. One event triggers another. Nature is balance. The color-curve-matching software identified the field of switchgrass. Information is a non-rival good, which means it is not inherently scarce, can be copied for free with zero marginal cost. Your mind is a muscle. It costs nothing to flex. The most efficient allocation of a non-rival good such as information is a price of zero. Information can only be monopolized for so long, before it breaks down barriers. Information drives evolution. Information is impotent without energy. The economic masters nod their heads. You confused me. Who are you talking to?
Money rules all. Money is energy. Solar Energy is our source of energy. Oil and coal are ancient geobiochemical batteries. In other words, the long carbohydrate stuff of life transforms into concentrated resources of short chains hydrocarbons. We heat our homes, make plastics, fertilize crops, and fuel cars with hydrocarbons. Therefore fossil fuels are a potent source of energy. Just find, dig, and burn. Ea receives 174 PetaWatts from the Sun each day. The Earth turns 30 PetaWatts of that heat into wind energy. We receive 120 PetaWatts on the Earth’s surface. As a comparison, today in 2042, we use only a hundred TeraWatts of Power, one thousand times less than our supply. Increasing OmniCorporate efficiency balanced the increasing demographic demand. The tyrant wants to conquer the world with tubes. I prefer the OmniRail or the OmniSport. The OmniSport consumes the planet in the timeless DruFoo dance of $oLove. Pause you shouldn’t. You are the one with all the answers. I crave your enlightenment. How do I know you?
God is Life, but you have not died. God is Death, and you have not lived. Most like to hear the first one. You will live, eventually. This is no improbable accident formed out of dead molecules into billions of self-aware bio-suits. Science says this, and says we can live as long as we sustain and control our mind vehicles. Religion says God created our bio-suits six thousand years ago, to contain the soul ghost, which leaves this world when we die. The dinosaur bones in the ground God deposited about five thousand years ago. Let me check my sources on that one. I am a pheral child of DruPhoo endowed with SpoRitual knowledge. When I figure out exactly what that means, I’ll get back to you.
Science depresses many with the dominant paradigm of eliminative materialism, recognizing only the measurable, rejecting much of the experiential. True science recognizes only things it can detest, manipulate, measure, and understand in replicable empirical experiments. Psychology is the science of understanding the agent that understands. Someone will eventually discover a way to escape the bonds of mortality, preventing the aging degradation destruction of our information processing system, the disintegration of our memories, and the weakening of immune system. This meta-structure called the Mody could, in scientific principle, live forever, including the mind and body in an integrated whole called the human organism. Orgasmic human spirits self-organize through OmniSelfish agreements into OmniCapitalist civilization.
There are so many layers to this world, the imponderable questions of cosmotheologyWHO and philosophyWHY, and sacred geometryWHERE, To start in the world of the forms, these colored curves of varying intensity comprise my visual reality, along with OmniOrdered sound waves, a lingering taste of matzo ball soup, spiced with freshly ground salt and pepper, I watch in delight as Philadelphia sacks Farve. There is something about sports that is so gratuitous and completely addicting. They really suck you in. I turned off the television. I stepped onto my porch to find a beautiful black kitten rubbing my feet. She had piercing yellow eyes, but no tags. She spent the night alone, shivering in the parking lot. Through the white noise of my fan, I heard her frightened whines. She just wanted to be loved. She had lost her home.
Every dead person merges again with God. The meat medium sheds a dust message, massaging my olfactory bulbs with dead epidermis. Somehow self-contained systems arose amidst entropic death and created self-maintaining autopoetic entelechies. Our ancestors spawned living organizations of unbelievable complexity. We are Life. Everything is Dead, except for our Life. We are the best the universe has to offer, until the Psiarchy tells us otherwise. Empty space is 99.9999% of the universe, not to mention the hydrogen atom. Strip an electron from hydrogen, and you have Paul the Proton. This happens for a reason. Death is 99.9999999999999% of the universe. Yet our universe is alive with motion. Our universe is a perpetual motion machine. We matter 0.0000000000000% to the universe, but we matter at least 50% to OmniSelf. What is Life without Death?
Being in gatherings of living loving tectological meta-metological omnological extropic synergic entities, we can only shower each other with sham-goo-diness. It is hard to understand the absolutely astounding awe-inspiring amazing circumstances in which we come to be. Why are we here? Never Mind that for now. We live on a spinning blue orb hypnotized by an enormous fusion reactor. Doesn’t that make you stop and think about the meaning of all this? Won’t you emerge from your gilded walls into the living systems sharing your reality? I go to where the action moves. After all, other than entertainers, we are nothing.
The same thing means different things to each person, no matter how miniscule. Everything is moving energetic matter- OmniTransport technology. Everyone is doing what we can. We share 98% of our biological machinErgy with chimpanzees, and 33% with nasty bacterial meatballs. With OmniCidal hand soap, we wash away these Bacto Balls, each time we purge the poison. I watched and smirked. She couldn’t parallel park in this huge spot. After two tries, she got embarrassed and zoomed off. I pulled in front of the space and backed smoothly into the big spot. Isabella stepped out of the driver’s door, in the lane of an oncoming truck. Adrenaline to sapiens is addictive.
We are Techno-Primates, evolving into techno-sapiens. We build huge creations of society and find a niche for our Egos. I’m not allowed to break the LAW of reality. I can only pretend to fly with my OmniPlane. I pretend telepathy with my Omny-NeuralChip. I pretend to live forever in pico-technology. We are OmniCidal SpoRitual Techno-monkeys. Without enculturation, we are barbaric illiterate beasts. Without socialization, we are feral children. With culture, we are merely entertainers. No species has developed abstract language, the ultimate social technology. Oral Language is Audio meta-phomemetic waves like speech and song. Written Language is Visual linguistic Symbols like Ideas, Words and Numbers. These social semantic technologies are the foundation of techno-monkey power. With technology comes time binding. With time binding comes the ability to manifest concepts in spatiotemporal Four Dimensional physical reality, either fulfilling the past or the phuture in the present. With technology comes spoken and verbal language. With language comes knowledge. With knowledge comes control. With control comes skillful manipulation of energy systems. SMoES manifests valuable self-organizations. Thanks for sticking Around. I truly Appreciate it Maybe I should write without neologisms, prefixes, acronyms, navel-gazing, and fourth-wall breaking, and oh yeah, awkward phrasing. Reality contains no awkwardness of phrasing. When the OmniShow ends, I will sit at my table reading the week-in-an-hour magazine, just one pheral individual endowed with the magickal knowledge of social SpoRituals. One day, when I have more time. I will introduce to you Kamala, my favorite pheral kid. Before I left Kamala for the last time, she wrote one thing: Father, the little one hurts. When will you be home?
Chapter Two
OmniTheoLibTech: GomniCapitalists freed through SpoRitual DruPhoods
My Omny buzzed and Dethany interrupted my raging ruminations, “Katabaz, you keep forgetting to turn off your Omny Mic. I’m sitting here with Fera, Fela, Phora, and Gox just laughing at your rants. We are quite bored with your standard carerrorist talk. I am sorry for anyone who listened to you. Now is not the time to reveal your ultimate purpose. You must establish your power before you may destroy it. Time to concentrate on the trans-mission at hand.”
I faded back into my consciousness. Something about Dethany’s scolding remarks resonated my Mody unlike any other. I started listening again, and separated the real from the delusions.
“Don’t you feel the unified universe emerging simultaneously on every scale? Seven billion psioners await your magical words. Now is the time for you to build the empire of hate of which you have dreamed. I hear your present anti-passion. You should channel it into creative activity instead. You are mostly evil, but you know power and fame. If you want people to idolize you after you die, you need a safe mental handle for them to relate with. People don’t want to hear your raw thoughts. If you want them to like you, you have to work on your delivery. Now if you will excuse me, we have to finish preparing for your arrival. Your OmniPlane shows 8 more hours of flight.”
Dethany cut the Omny connection, and I stared blankly into the moonlit sky.
I slipped into a receptive trance. My beta-state mind calmed into gammalpha-state as she talked. Dethany telling me to create, now that is a laugh. I realized the previous thought train had cost me a lot of mental energy, with nothing to show but some more rantings recorded on this Omny. No one in the OmniMarket would waste their time listening to the previous chapter of raw thoughts, because they don’t want the truth. They want bright lies. I am horrified that you are stuck in this universe destined for diamond. Or you could rot in the ground. No, Dethany was right. I needed to concentrate on identifying positive opportunities, pushing for present creative actions, instead of past-focused anxiety, however powerful its pull. Maybe I could live forever and forgive Alpha. If our enemy forces formed The OmnAlliance, we could conquer space beyond this tiny planet.
And with that annoying positive thought, I, Katabaz Adrahem TheoDix, embarked on a journey to create an autobiographical for my descendents and cousins. It had to be meaty and to the point. Soon I would arrive to the games on Sabila. The time would be lost to control my legacy. I wanted them to know my true self, before tragedy stole my sanity.
My sleek OmniPlane slipped smoothly through the night air. I imagined the wet desert expanse, miles below my toes. I felt all the sea’s creatures pulling me, trying to bury me in their watery gravy. Tired from all this traveling and thinking, I stopped the gravitational struggle of my eyelids and drifted asleep. I really wasn’t good at this positive thing. For once I could ignore the divided subs. Sodophora LiMeST Sodofor.
Chapter 2a
DruPhictions: Wednesday October 11, 1968
“Honk! Honnnk! Honnnnnnnk!” Enraged drivers pounded their horns.
My eyes open and my head jolted off the steering wheel. Traffic was still dead stopped. The stagnant road boiled my blood. Again the deluge of self-talk started. I knew I shouldn’t have taken 71 at rush hour. The only thing that is special and precious and valuable in the universe is life. Life is the highest value. There is plenty of energy and matter in the universe, but not enough life to turn that into systems, and not enough mind to organize those systems.
Katabaz, that was such a nice thing to say. I noticed you are drifting in and out of sleep again, I can’t believe you haven’t gotten yourself checked out, you probably have narcolepsy. You are still happy while sitting in this ridiculous traffic jam, and Mary will be waiting for you at home with little Ashley, blonde curls framing her angelic face.
I’m glad that Ashley has striking light hair, unlike my dark locks. I fantasized that I could leave this mess of a transport system for home, and imagined walking up my driveway, to gaze in the window Ashley setting the table with Marilyn fixing dinner. It had been a long day at The Ohio State OmniVersity, filled with the typical professor activities of pacing, talking, reading, and writing.
I gazed up toward a crowd of proud eagles circling us techno-monkeys in traffic. I felt slightly jealous, until I thought about savoring the flesh of the chicken cacciatore for dinner. I knew for what we lacked in wings, we techno-monkeys compensated with social technology. We have to measure something to know it. Thus, we need technology, biological or artificial. Our body is biological technology spread by genes. Our mind is social technology spread with memes like these worthless words. Our cars are artificial technology synthesized with the power of our mind and body. Unified as our Mody, we perform each sacred moment. I must admit, this world of Omni-Tech tests my faith. I’d rather be one with nature, building sand castles. I fear I am ultimately lazy. I feel the tugs of the waves and the warm sunbath.
These crazy scientists think the entire universe is made of tiny DruPhoo particles wiggling around in space. They believe the only difference between you and the rock is the arrangement of your atoms. Correct me if I’m wrong, but scientists believe everything is made of material organizations- just concentrated patterns of energy. They believe thoughts are electric fields, just metal spears piercing fat shields. They believe protein antennae produce our feelings. They eliminate everything to DruFoo material, down to its smallest characters- photons, quarks, electrons, hydrogen, carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, etc.
To create the concept of DruFoo, I combined drugs and phood. I know I don’t appeal to prescriptivists. It doesn’t matter if any of my neologisms are conserved. I’ll take function over form any day. The point is, we Psiontists need a more concrete concept of energy and matter. We ingest material DruFoo in the form of ibuprofen, coffee, and pasta. We ingest material DruFoo in the form of oxygenated air, and we expel waste DruPhoo onto the DruPhoo toilet. We create SpoRitual information through spiritual consciousness, with social love, sport, sleep, surviving intelligently in sheltered security.
I have a serious Dru-Phiction. Joseph Spoey, my business partner and best friend, spoke often of the dichotomy between Phusion7 and SpoRitual3. Phusion7 dictates my body’s need of energy, air, water, phood, purification, SPoRiT-Motion, and Security Layers like skin, hair, nails, clothes, cars, houses, ozone layers, and atmosphere. All of these things are made of material DruPhoo.
Sporitual3 represented my Mind’s need for Slove, Sleep, and OmniTech. He possessed great penchant for creating words. Joseph was the ultimate descriptivist, but hypocrisy is the trademark of power. Businessmen dance around the rules for a better performance. Reality controls you. You control my reality in the OmniPhiction. I have often wondered, what important events allowed this passing moment? If you will dear reader, follow me through the universe in a nutshell.
The story of the Goniverse is the story of Eva’s DruPhooD movement.
The Goniverse exploded into being with the mystery man-deom. The Quantum Tribe emerged, playing the generative notes of the fundamental DruPhoos. I’ll begin at the normal point.
The OmniCapitalist and Eva smiled as a proud mother at the furious dance of the Quantum Tribe. Now sHe wanted to be a grandmother. Eva rejoiced when Qork married his wife Lepta. Qork and Lepta wasted no time on their honeymoon, giving birth to Phona, Phovi, Elektra, Proto, Nutro, and Nutrina. Now The OmniCapitalist and Eva had a full DruPhoo phamily.
These DruPhoos were just shooting around each other in utter chaos, until the emergence of the first element Hydro. The Electron and the Proton overcame the brutal conditions, fusing to fuel Hydro. In other words, elekTra and Proto mated. Their linkage produced the first chemical balanced element. Their child, Hydrogen, packed a punch, exploding with Elektra in a burst of Phonas and Phovis, Au-Vi, sound and light.
Hydro was really fragile and always getting burned by the early universe, deathly hot as it was. Often Elektra stole Hydro’s lunch monkey. Finally, Hydro managed to grab one Neutro for stability. Eva named the new DruPhoo Deuti. Deuti absorbed another Nutro to form an isotropic hydro-system. I named her Trixi. We crashed into each other, merging our beings to destroy Helio’s absence. Helio, the second element, was the noble product of Hydro-Phusion. The two Hydros became one Helio in violent union. Put aside your disbelief, as we dig deeper. All for the OmniReason. Words cannot contain us. Go! Move!
The DruPhoo assembled their forces in dense Hydro clouds. Clouds swallowed other clouds on themselves to form ultra-dense DruPhorbs called Nebulas. The other clouds knew it couldn’t hurt to try out the nebula style, and before long the almost whole Goniverse exploded again, folding on itself in the hypernova. Watch those red shifts.
These primal supernovae in turn birthed every astronomical entity created by our telescopes. Pulsars and quasars turn into powerful Qork vortices called black holes, surrounded by Galaxies like the Milky Way. In these galaxies, these quiescent Qork yards, father stars hypnotize their planetary companions. The father sun bombards his children with Phonergy. They can’t get enough of his slove.
The Milky kept her baby nursery on the outer arms, away from the black star in her terrifying center. In this distant but comfortable place, DruPhoo sparked the light bringer ApSoLuciPhelio, the power generator for our TerraSoL system. You know him as the Sun.
The dense elements not in Sol formed planets around him.
Mercury flew close like a chump, burning to a crisp rock. Venus became a choking sphere of sulfur, clasped to fiery clouds of Sol. Sol wasn’t worried. He focused his intense Sol-eye on the third planet, Ea. GeoMama!
Yes this one, now blessed with traffic jams and fungal mats, this one had potential. Sol made sure to nourish Ea with all the energy he could spare. After all, it was Sol’s job to heat the solar system. Sol had high hopes for Ea and her brother Mars. As for the rest of the planetary troublemakers, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, and Pluto, well, Sol scowled as he clocked into work every day, just to support his oversized family. Sol wished The OmniCapitalist had gone easy with his TerraSol workload.
Sol pushed them into his back yard, outside the asteroid belt. When he found out Pluto was bulimic; Sol refused to feed him. Finally we disowned him. With his crystal gaze Pluto could read Sol’s mind, seeing Sol’s master plan for the TerraSoLuna system. Pluto did not want to be another planet covered with Sol’s nuclear waste. Pluto ran, refusing any of Sol’s sacred Phonergy, so Sol banished Pluto from his sight. Sol locked the cellar door on Pluto’s rocky body, with the blue gas giant Neptune and their smelly brother Uranus, forming a group of three rejects scorned by Sol, flying in the Artic reaches of TerraSol.
Thus Sol smiled on Ea and Ea winked back. Each lightning strike, each volcano, each canyon of magma, Ea dedicated herself to her father Sol. She hoped one day she could make HimSolph proud.
Suspiciously Sol eyed his two giant fart planets, ringed Saturn and oversized baby girl Jupiter. Their powerful storms mimicked Sol’s fusion waves. Did they intent to steal control of my Ea’s evolove? Sol wanted what all stars wanted- to live a long productive life. Saturn and Jupiter made their own energy. Sol would have to watch them carefully.
One normal day, Ea awoke to Phia, a comet intruding into space. With a solemn heart Sol sent a final hurdle for Ea. Phia smashed into Earth, delivering a blow that ripped Sol’s precious to her core.
From Phia’s destruction, Ea gained a companion named Luna, a silver orb orbited Ea. Luna’s light is always a second late. A full eight minutes separate her and Sol.
Red-eyed Mars went through a period of hope, but Sol could not save him from becoming a plain red rock. Doctor Sirius diagnosed Mars with hypersomnia and hyperemia, too much sleep and iron. Mars zoomed around Sol, an infertile son, not a profitable investment of solar capital, but Sol loved him, holding him away from the outer graveyard.
Ea spun, now confident in her new slim figure. Flaming chaos, just hot stuff of Hades flowing everywhere, Ea decided to bring order to her realm. Over time, Her gravity and electromagnetic fields reached out to cool down her body into stable rock. She formed a skeletal system of cold rock. She worked to grow concentric layers of gas, to form an atmosphere battery to store Sol’s Phonergy.
On Ea, the quarks electrons protons neutrons floated through the watery solution containing with hydrogen oxygen carbon nitrogen phosphorus sulfur iron magnesium potassium and calcium. This primal solution, comprised of stable atoms and free energy, swirled around and reorganized itself. Some mineral and metal crystals formed, their sacred geometry sparkling in the day’s sun. Some biochemical systems crystallized, these tiny proto-cells. They survived because they could. All the systems that couldn’t survive, didn’t long preserve LIFE. Sustainable organizations stick around.
Solve et coagula. Attraction and Repulsion. The binary options of DruPhooD.
Some assemblies assembled assemblies to assemble themselves from environmental assemblies, producing diverse Combinations of Countless Associations. The four ancient elements: Fire, Water, Air, and Earth strived to balance their forces. Through this balance emerged the fifth element of Life: Spiritual Consciousness, the pool of God in which we wade. It could be valuable to draw a line and say, “life starts on this side.” In this distilled version of biology, our hero Archayon is extremely brave.
Archayon formed amazing Proteins- carbon6 cages joined by oxygen8 clusters and hydrogen one-glue. Archaya’s proteins took passive nitrogen7 from Ea’s gassy atmosphere, and made bioactive nitrogen+oxygen hybrids. This hybrid form is usable by life cycles. Life cycles produced genes (nucleic acids) that produced proteins (amino acids), which organize sugars (carbohydrates, like glucose and cellulose) around fat (lipids). The four basic molecules shared by all Living Spirits. You can slow down if I’m going too fast.
Two layers of fat swallowed itself to make a fat bubble. It gathered its composure and checked the environment for vulnerable fat. Then it absorbed some more fat to expand its spherical membrane. Once its blob-like structure became too big for balance, it broke into three smaller bubbles, each fighting for existence in the salty hot solution.
Tiny Mito B, one of the three fat bubbles, screamed with vibrating pain as his membranes ripped open for a second. Before snapping shut, Mito B engulfed a protein tree filled with ATP fruit. He snacked hungrily on the fruit in his body. Mito B swam around in the OmniPlasm.
Mito B finished his ATP fruits and started to starve. Mito B craved more fruit, so he pushed forward into a puddle one hour away. Finally he arrived at the sweet puddle. After pulling its bubbly self onto the puddle’s oily edge, Mito B smiled, and relaxed all its structure. He slipped into the nourishing solution, absorbing more protein, fat, and sugar. The tasty solution satisfied Mito B for a few hours, before the rains washed him onto a bare rock. Sol emerged from the clouds, and boiled his insides. Mito B dove into a shaded crevice in the rough rock.
Mito B searched around for DruPhoo, but to no avail. Addicted to bio-yums, he cannibalized his own protein tree, disintegrating parts of his insides. He shivered as he lost usable energy, and he knew his time could end if he did not find a source of power. Only sustainable systems stay to create their futures.
Mito B survived by devouring the most energetic stuff around him. He pushed out his useless waste. The cool rains came, and he let out a whiz of glee, floating on the watery ground ripples. For one moment, Mito B broke free of Ea’s gravitational lock.
Mito B was bored. Ea continued to spin while she cycled around her powerful lover, Sol. Sol was not pleased about Mito B, the prize of Ea’s development. Mito B cared not for Sol. Ea promised him to do better, holding on tight to the oxygen in her atmospheric clothes. Ea shocked tidal pools with lightning, storms, and lava, hoping to jump-start something special. Steadily she soaked in the warm ray of Sol.
Suddenly, at the edge of a dark ocean, Mito B engulfed three dense quark balls, magnetically attracted to His internal protein tree. The next day, these iron balls absorbed Sol’s Phonergy, generating an electron flow through his protein tree. As the caterpillar becomes the butterfly, Mito B became Auto C, adding metal solar antennae.
As Sol rained Phonergy, Auto C surged with electricity, pulsing with explosive blue currents. The tiny pores in his fat bubble walls stretched to the breaking point. He knew his situation required immediate attention. Auto C squeezed his body to direct photo-electronic currents toward carbon sponges floating around in his watery solution. The electrons jumped the energy hurdle to split into protons and electrons. The electrons leaped over the electric fence in controlled combustion. With hydrogen glue, they joined carbon with oxygen, producing glucose, the best carbohydrate sugar. Auto C created photosynthesis, in which living systems use light energy, carbon dioxide, and water to produce sugar and oxygen. This process forms the basis of our present ecosystem.
Oxygen levels rose in the hazy atmosphere of Ea. Times stayed hectic on Earth, with countless Mito and Auto colonies, swimming in every puddle. The colonies stored their species’ construction plans in the center core of each cell, encoded in a stable spiral of nucleic acids- the DNA helix. DNA matched with RNA, a single strand molecule. Together, the DNA directed RNA to produce and assemble proteins.
Ea cried when the first virus, Coldi, born from a defective Mito, pierced the walls of Auto C. Coldi wiggled to Auto C’s center, and sliced into its fatty core membrane. Coldi merged his ring of malware DNA into Auto C’s spiral DNA rings.
In a few hours, Coldi’s invasion had transformed Auto C into a cellular Coldi factory. Auto C’s productive machinery was subverted by a primal Coldi parasite. Auto C managed to trigger its suicide switches to prevent further Coldi virus creation from its own bodily infrastructure. Auto C drifted away as he dissolved in a flurry of scavengers. His last thought: “I am infinite in my relationships of the future Autos who will float longer than me, who will better worship the powerful light of Sol.”
Bacto complemented the triad of Archayon the archaea, Mito B the mitochondria, and Auto C the tiny autotrophs. Bacto was a dedicated powerhouse, a tiny biochemical factory, developed by Earth’s genetic experiments in the past 3.7 billion years. Some Bacto liked gold, some liked silver, and some liked oil. A Bacto formed for every type of DruPhoo. Bactos often incorporated Mito Bs to produce ATP energy. Mito gladly worked in return for free glucose, produced by nearby Auto colonies harvesting Sol’s Phonergy and carbon dioxide CO2 in the air. Feed me Auto’s sugar. I’ll produce ATP for Bacto. Enjoy this deal.
Auto C was the first solar capitalist, and Bacto had real potential. To celebrate their successful biological creations, Sol and Ea took a trip to the Sirius galaxy to take notes on the birth of Sol’s nephew. If you study the empirical, reproducible, measurable material universe, you study DruPhoo. We are all composed of DruPhoo systems of quantitative organizations, controlled by qualitative intelligent spiritual function. This interactive relationship generates the dual continua of reality- I to the universe, mind and matter, waves of particle, qualified quantity, left to right, male and female, here and there.
Now that nature’s technology had developed sustainable biological systems, Eva sent Sol a congratulatory telegram containing praise and one challenge. Earth and Sol must coordinate their efforts to develop cosmic intelligence in one of their species. Earth thought the birds were the most fertile ground to plant the seed of social technology. Sol believed the dinosaurs would develop cosmic intelligence. Cosmic intelligence represents the evolving interaction of idea systems, meaning conscious thought. This evolution is social evolution. Through optimized PIME transport, Social technology (physical organizations wielding spiritual function) is driven to infiltrate the TerraSol system and beyond. Sustainable societal systems survive.
Land Bactos developed amazing descendents- Fungi and Insects like the Dragonfly. You might be more interested in the Dinosaurs and the Animals of today- Reptiles, Birds, Mammals, Primates, and Techno Monkeys. Oceanic Bactos became Fish.
Auto C dived into the sea and developed plankton and algae, the first-level producers on the web of life. Working with Land Bactos, Auto C spawned Plants and Trees. These green beings bound Sol’s Phonergy and producing sugars and exhaling oxygen, absorbing the Carbon waste exhaust of Bacto’s relatives. I pictured the killer whale, opening his mouth once more in respect to Auto C, sinking to the ocean floor after a century of swimming, torn apart by thousand of water snakes.
To their dismay, neither the birds nor the dinosaurs developed social technology. They had too much fun flying around, laying eggs, and eating. Their brains didn’t waste time making symbolic codes to spread social technology. The dinosaurs spent millions of years walking, eating, breathing, and dying, but sustained no thought. Their bodies grew large but their minds remained nonexistent. They had no memory framework. They lacked the social capacity to store, process, and predict phenomena (material movement). The birds and dinosaurs had social amnesia, as an individual’s knowledge died with the recycling of her and his individual DruPhoo. There existed no social knowledge of past patterns of individual bio-spirits. The birds and the dinosaurs did not develop logical consciousness. They couldn’t sustain coordinated transport security.
To review, we have three hierarchies of evolution: Physical – Biological – Techno-Social. Each process continues to this day. Non-living Physical systems compete to form coordinated Biological gene systems of spiritual life-function. Finally, Biological spirits manifest the power of Techno-Social technology to create cosmic civilizations.
For millions of years, Earth created its interdependent ecosphere amidst interstellar impacts and geological changes. But no social Memory evolved from the dinosaurs or the birds. The Dinosaurs eventually disappeared or became tiny lizards licking bees in creek-beds. The birds remained the unconscious guardians of the skies and the treetops.
After their original picks failed to create social technology, Ea and Sol decided to be patient for the right candidate emerged. They sat back and relaxed. Sol and Ea were the Executive and President of Life in the TerraSol system. They hoped Eva would help.
Birdy fluttered around the cone-like tops of pine trees, targeting a scaly Lizza skittering between the rough tree trunks.
Nature moved slowly to its intelligent apex.
Finally the Mammals emerged from the dark mat of the forest floor, furiously scavenging nutrient scraps dropped by the dinosaurs. They had hairy skin unlike Reptile scales, and maintained warm blood burning lots of sugar and protein. They grew new Mammals inside their womb. Their babies drank milk- protein, fat, sugar, and genes.
The Mammals had lots of interesting characteristics. They had warm blood.
From mammals came primates, inveterate tree-climbers with an intense social life of violent love. Monkeys, Bonobos, Gorillas, Macaques, and chimpanzees live to eat and laugh with their friends and family. Ea felt a primal bond with the primates. They represented the accumulation of three billion years of biological experience. Ea marveled at the complexity of primate interaction- the completeness of their biological systems, and their neural capabilities, including basic memory.
The Primates had the potential to innovate social technology with pyramidal mirror neurons. Eva knew now who would conquer her womb, bringing light to the dark shadows of the universal night. She didn’t tell Sol yet, because Eva hated to disappoint him. Sol spun far away, burning hydrogen. The sun knows not how to Love. He can only give Fire. Sol didn’t yet notice the subtle attributes of primate society.
Violet clouds gathered above Arda and Austro, two primate lovers huddled together in the branches of an oak tree. Cold rain splattered against the forest canopy, spawning skin-drenching showers. After three stormy hours, Sol dissolved the clouds with warm rays. Arda desired to venture down from the slippery tree branches. She climbed down to the ground and growled at Austro until he came down. Once on the soft ground, they longed for the expansive perspective of the tree. To solve that problem, Arda and Austro stood up together. They took two huge steps for humankind, holding hands. Arda and Austro were the first bipeds- the first hominids to stand for something.
Arda and Austro fused their genes through sexual procreation, creating an infinite pyramid of descendents to carry on their DruPhoo. Their children spread families throughout Africa, dodging predators and gathering food. Their Mody optimized through social evolution. Those with better brains or more brawn prevailed.
Another three million years passed, and Arda’s great-grandchildren gave birth to Habi, the handy man. Habi was the first Homo Genius. His parents smothered him with grunts, groans, and clicks of love. These verbal communications gave Habi the power of primitive oral language. Habi spent his carefree childhood playing with stones- scraping them against boulders to produce an array of stone tools. By creating basic physical tools, Habi became the first techno-monkey. Habi’s family was frustrated by Habi’s fixation with stones, forcing him to spend his days gathering berries and nuts for the coming cold. One day, Habi’s parents awoke to find Habi missing. Habi had left before sunrise to find adventure, rolling round rocks off the cliff.
Stumbling through the jungle, Habi crossed three wild boars, teeth bared and growing at Habi’s invasion. Normally Habi would have run, but he stood his ground without fear. Habi prepared his stone blades and impaled the boars as they charged. The smell of fresh meat sent Habi into a frenzy, tearing sinews and protein. Immersed in dressing the boar, he didn’t notice someone sneaking up behind. Habi spun around to face Heb, a lady from a neighborhood tribe. Heb opened her palms to demonstrate her desire to help Habi fix the bio-treasure. Habi grunted in delight, and Heb shrieked, both glad to kill the loneliness.
The descendents of Habi and Heb used stone technology to process animal DruPhoo. With animal plastics they built security layers for shelter and clothes to protect their bodies in winter’s cold. Erus- one of their many grandchildren-loved to bang rocks together. When the rocks collided, Erus saw seeds of Sol leap out of the crystals. Bored during a storm, deep in a dry cave, Erus found a shiny rock and ground it roughly against a stone protrusion. This caused a shower of sparks, igniting tinder below. Seeing the sudden flames snapped Erus into memory mode, remembering his father’s actions during a stormy night. Sol sent fearsome fire strings to crack Ea’s night sky with light. Erus’ father grabbed a burning bush and brought it to their shelter, warming their home with a miniature Solfire.
Erus found more dry leaves. The dried carbohydrates amplified the tiny fire into a blaze. The cave flickered with warm light. I wouldn’t let the fire die. Erus found his friend Eres asleep in a nearby crevice, her face framed with dark thick locks. Erus showed Eres to tend the fire while he gathered a bigger supply of fuel from the woods. Eventually Erus formed a techno-monkey tribe wielding fire for warmth and cooking. Everyday, the tribe invented new uses for the fire’s energy: hardening tools, drying meat, and purific-ation.
Over in Europe, a baby named Nena popped out of a proud widow named Nean, her husband Neal, who lay fresh in the ground. Neal had recently disappeared during a hunt for mammoths and giant sloth. In respect for Neal, the tribe elders gave Nean three buckets of nuts. Nean kept three locks of his hair tied in animal sinew. This keratin bundle stayed next to her body at all times. It was her physical connection to Neal’s spirit in the next world.
At night Nean inserted a smooth black rock in the fire, to let it absorb the energy of Sol. To her collar she applies the hot rock, searing pain surges through her neural highways. The pain is so real she feels Neal again. Nean imagines the next time she could touch her soulmate, desperate to see him again. Nean washed her baby Nena, humming a melody of the crackling fire to her baby Nena and her dog Derthal.
Nena grew older, learning to communicate among other social technologies. One sunny day, Nena caught a baby hog with a sharp stick, yielding hearty flesh. She picked some sweet red berries. Derthal picked at the remains of the hog, cleaning the bones to fashion them into useful tools and sharp weapons. These tools would be of great use to the tribe. We would soon move again for a new place.
I make a sling to carry the new baby named Dena, as I packed with supplies for the long trip ahead. I gave Dena sweet berry paste. At night I snuggle with Derthal and Nena, and pray for the destruction of the Coldi demons. The Earth shivers as the Coldi demons drain Father Sol of his power. Sol battled the demonic Coldi.
The Cro-Magnons were cold. They struggled to survive. They could invent things, like animal oil lamps, but they lived so wretchedly, even with their increased technological capabilities and social intelligence. They lived deep in caves, worrying the fire would extinguish. It hurt to breathe in the smelly caves. Cro-Magnons got used to the permeating stench of dead animals. They fashioned baskets of biopolymers, gleaned from dead animals and plants. We invented tribal codes for verbal or body-signal communication, including universal emotional displays. Ideas will save us from death.
Finally the ice melted, and so ended the global Ice Age.
The Cromans came out of the caves and with the Agricultural Revolution, transformed themselves into Homo Pharma. Cities formed in the fertile soil of river valleys like the Fertile Crescent, with a source of fresh water and solar energy. With the farming surplus, mathematical priests guided harvests through their astrological calendar, which justified their alliance with dominant power brokers. And so a specialized hierarchy of society arose. All this surplus food energy facilitates the food make work powered civilization. It allowed techno-monkeys to pursue non-survival related interests, developing culture instead of focusing on basic needs. With farming, we gained the first bit of freedom.
Artists create bowls for their friend’s stews. Metal workers use the power of huge fires to work with metal ores. Copper and iron give great advantages over wood and stone, especially in toughness. Metal absorbs more energy than wood. Ten thousand years ago, Homo Pharma fulfilled his destiny as Earth’s farmer, planter of seeds. The seeds planted so long ago by our loved ones harvest Sol’s Phonergy and rain to grow sustenance from soil.
With the beginning of written language and sedentary cultures of technological city-states, amazing cultures arose: the Phoenician, Atlantean, Sumerian, Egyptian, Hindu, Vedic, Oriental, Semitic, Polynesian, Mayan, Inca, Celtic, Roman, and Greek. These fascinating civilizations sustained ruling elite bloodlines, social technologies, religious beliefs, cultural ideologies, moral values, language and logic systems. They built countless empires of mind and matter. All contributed to the historical development of the G-organism’s OmniCulture.
After the spread of ancient empires, the Western world went into the storied dark ages. Arabic/Oriental countries picked up the slack. The Western Occident revived itself with the Rent a Sauce, which brought delicious tastes to all of Europe. The illuminated minds of spicy men as Bacon, da Vinci, Newton, and Shakespeare triggered the eventual En-light-en-ment, the triumph of Reason.
Around this time, Europeans discovered the North America, this time with no pillaging Vikings. Gutenberg invented the printing press, improving systems of capital and law. Literacy became accessible to the masses. The printing press spread wordy curves containing cultural information about techniques and spo-rituals.
Then the Industrial Revolution happened, fundamentally caused by improving quality of social transfer in production, transport, and consumption. The Industrial Revolution revved the engine of capitalism, allowing it to finally swallow the globe through the commercial power of petro-dollars.
Think of all the modern inventions. Telegraphs, Photographs, Light Bulbs, and the AutoMobile. The Industrial Revolution spread all innovations, creating complex concepts, opening new markets, generating powerful processes, and increasing the overall power of Civilization. The Industrial Age transformed Homo Sapien Tools (HST) into Techno-Monkey Machines (TMM).
We now exist in the beginning stage of the third global revolution to complete the Techno-Triad. In the unfolding Information Revolution, Techno-Monkey Machines transform into Techno-Sapien Systems(TSS). The Atomic Information Age started during World War II, with advances in computing and nuclear weapons.
The Internet is comprised of global information networks. People will organize energy and material networks along the information networks of the Internet. Our scientific technology has improved to this point of inventing ultra-fast mechanical processes to play with single electrons and control the atomic nucleus. Science created the power to record all human pictures in a hard drive. Science could send that hard drive to Pluto for safekeeping, an instant before MAD triggers hydro-phusion bombs destroying Earth’s ecosphere. Earth would become a radioactive orb, glowing red-hot like its infancy. But our memory would live on, if someone found it and figured out how to read human hardware.
Chapter 3
Biography of MPDeity:
Et Eritis Sicut Dii Scientes Bonum et Malum.
I, Katabaz Adrahem Theodix, was born during World War II, November 4th of the year 1942. I went to Cardinal Pacelli for Catholic grade school, and matriculated in the last class at the Vine street campus of the St. Xavier High School. At St. Xavier (ZayViur, not Eggsavior), I learned secrets of the OmniVersity, eternally recreating the powerful secrets of Omnology. My senior year retreat, called Kairos, showed me God. It was quite a relief to know that I was made of God, inside of God. As a god with training wheels, I knew the difference between good and evil. I realized I was a free moral agent. That primal yet astounding knowledge I remember my beautiful teacher senior year explaining the psychological and physiological aspects of sex. She said sex was the glue of society, the force by which the two become one, an integrating force unifying duality. Of course this was Catholic school, so we could watch gory and violent movies, but watching the sacred slove act was forbidden. Catholics distinguish between the scared and profane.
All of my life, I desired to be a Buckeye. I applied to The Ohio State University. I would study psychology at the Columbus campus. I would touch the glory of the biggest and best campus in the universe. I registered as a Psychology major, and during boring lectures, I wrote fictional stories that I called DruPhiction. I struggled to embody compelling characters. I imagined myself a little boy abandoned on a tropical island. I envisioned myself merely one of many Pheral Children creating tools from bones, unable to talk or understand the tales of Omni-Modern techno-sapiens. A drama bores without villains for the hero to defeat. In my DruPhiction, I created the Psionist Heroes and Carerrorist Criminals. Lying in the Oval, I dreamed of the OmniVersity, the secret state of mind achieved during free periods with Dave in the St. Xavier chapel. A Priest had found us sleeping on a pile of velvet pillows, and cruelly interrupted our universal resonation with the OmniSource of unconscious creation.
I immersed myself in Buckeye life, living on the second floor of Stradley Hall with my good-natured roommate Andrew. My freshmen year passed with many infatuations, but no lasting slove. I hadn’t yet found my soulmate. Returning from the summer as a sophomore to help with freshman orientation, I bumped into a charming freshman, a beautiful Clevelander named Mary. I hated the Browns as my little Mary hated the Cincinnati Bengals. Her magnetic presence energized my spirit. I wanted to touch her beauty. I held back from kissing her that first meeting, as my breath was tuna and pickles.
Achieving the B.S. degree in Honors Psychology, I participated in clinical studies and psycho-pharmacological animal model research. In plain English, that means I talked to insane individuals in mental hospitals and tested Drugs (Dru-Phoo) on animals like rats and monkeys. My G.P.A. started at a 4.0 and sloped slowly downward as my knowledge increased. I graduated, deciding to get an apartment on Indianola Avenue, behind the Phi Kappa Tau House. Mary decided to attend nursing school at the OSU Medical School.
One rainy day, I glanced out the window as I sat in session with MPDeity, my lady patient Eva, who transformed into a different god every moment. I thought of Mary riding her beach-cruiser bike home through the slippery streets. As it so happened, at about that same time a truck sped through a stop sign, colliding with Mary’s bike at Iuka and Woodruff. The truck didn’t even stop to apologize.
The nurses watched in horror as she rolled back into the ER on a stretcher, still wearing her hospital scrubs from work, her face bloody but intact. At her hospital bedside I swore never to let her come in harms way. That night, she made me promise never to leave. I swore on my life I would never leave her side. But the real world has its way of breaking the back of the strongest willpower.
I cursed the insecurity of our transport systems. One ignorant trucker shouldn’t be able to hospitalize my beautiful nurse. After Mary recovered fully, Fr. Feroni married us in the lush Botanical Garden of Columbus, in September 1967. Our families each wanted the wedding in our respective homes of Cincinnati and Cleveland, but we decided to compromise on Columbus. The fragrant floral bloom filled the air with contagious euphoria. We were so ecstatic about the sacra-ment of matrimony. We even invited Sly, the infamous parking troll, to participate in the ceremony.
Now it is 1968. On every level the United States experiences great social change, as the Information Age Accelerates. I continued to refine my plans for the perfect transport system. Our techno-monkey society evolves slowly to an abundant Techno-Sapien Culture, with balanced iMe production, transport, and consumption. I would balance Mary’s pain with a beautiful system to optimize the global economy.
Wait a minute. Up ahead I saw the red lights blinking, definitely a good sign of movement. A slew of honks celebrated the distant flow of traffic. Finally traffic flowed freely, and I passed the accident site a mile ahead, the concrete covered with broken glass, burnt rubber strips, and metal scraps- alongside the bloody splatters of an unfocused driver.
The following trends summarize techno-sapien development: Increasing quality of movement; perfecting the time-transport of physical energy, biological materials, and social information through three-dimensional space. Everything may be reduced to motion. Every phenomenon is based on relative iMe (InfoMatErgy) movement. Your thoughts are electric patterns composed of metals hopping fatty membranes. Your feelings are chemicals colliding with cellular antennae. There you sit, poised at the edge of the present, with all of this past movement inside of you, generating the future. Everything is present in the blurry yet Eternal Now. It isn’t what you say, but how you say it. Marketing is Everything. Marketing yourself and your business, because everyone is a corporation according to the Social Security fund. Sell or die! Everyone must sell their services to customers to survive in our capitalist republic. Learn from your mistakes or repeat them. The sun is our power supply. We must use the sun’s rays, old or new, fossil fuels or insolation. Sol is Gold. But it’s up to you, what you choose to do.
Now we have arrived in the present, feeling groovy on September 10, 1968. I hope you enjoyed the previous Dru-Phiction, my personal his-story personalizing evolution to the present state, dreamed up during this ridiculous traffic jam outside of Columbus, Ohio. I am currently employed as a psychological professor at The Ohio State University. Though I write phiction on the side, I haven’t summoned the nerve to publish any of my stories. Most are quite controversial. I stare at my hands and think of ways to fulfill my secret dreams. Here are my favorite phiction themes: The OmniVersity, Pheral Children, Techno-Monkeys, Solar Transport, the Carerrorists, and MPDeity. When I find confidence, I might include some excerpts for your future pleasure.
Chapter 4
Two OmniPreneurs - Joseph Spoey and Katabaz Theodix
Joseph Spoey burst into my office, his brown hair disheveled with flailing arms and wide eyes. He brandished the leather portfolio explaining his business proposal. You see, dear reader, Joseph Spoey is a social entrepreneur interested in free enterprise. He had planned for years to start a business venture called SpoTi, but he needed a science-loving partner. Spoey didn’t speak science, but he had mastered the business world. I, Katabaz, knew how to innovate technological systems. When I elected to join him, Spoey deemed our business SpoKa.
All my life I have believed, with the ultimate OmnArrogance, that my thoughts sustain this OmniRelated world of Omnarchy, living in constant awareness, reflecting the Supreme OmniSelf in each individual’s holographic Reality of BiOmniSelf.
Professor Spoey stood up as he dismissed class, “Let’s end by recalling how scientific business will save this beautiful world. Have a good weekend and remember to tune your innovative minds to ethical value and efficient systems. Matt you may give your BBC announcement now.”
Matt a stand-up guy, stood up and said, “The Business Builders Club (BBC) will meet in room 220 at 7 PM on Tuesday. Mr. Huston from the Ohio Tech Angel Fund will graciously share his knowledge and experience. This event is essential for those interested in psi-archy, known to laymen as business. Hope to see all of you there.”
The bell rang softly and it startled me. My heart jumped, but the surprise merely invigorated my determined intention to team with Spoey. I believed everything happened for the reason of OmniDeity I, Katabaz Theodix, walked through the classroom door after most of the students had left, excited to finish Thursday classes and begin another storied Buckeye football weekend. Spoey cleaned the blackboard with a long black eraser, wiping the white chalk dust to the bottom rack.
I cleared my throat, “Spoey, Don’t you think it is premature to teach your students that your new venture will save the world?”
Joseph finished erasing and turned around to lock eyes with me, his enchanting blue “Silly Kaz. I am an old man. The medical sciences have barely tackled cancer, much less the physical aging process. I will be a dead ringer before business saves the world. I teach our young friends to fly higher in their prime time to shine. Written goals help.”
Chapter 5
Spo-Ritual DruPhoo
Serving the OmniMarket
Crafting Cursed Language Circles
Now a comfortably tenured professor in The Fisher School of Business, Professor Spoey had long ago completed an Operations and Logistics major. After undergrad, he earned a Masters in Marketing. As a teacher in Fisher, Dr. Spoey taught Introduction to Marketing 494, Marketing 756: Product Design and Pricing, and Logistics 780. He met me in his Introductory Marketing class. I played a major of psychology, a non-business major that lent itself to marketing. My final project so impressed Spoey that he offered to buy the idea designs for an innovative liquid dispenser called the Spiramid, in honor of his favorite Professor Spoey.
Dr. Spoey and I remained friends as I finished undergrad with a Psychology B.S. publishing psychopharmacological research. We made sure to meet once a month to catch up, even as bogged down as I was trying to get my M.D./Ph.D. degree, analyzing in depth the clinical disorder of Multiple Personality Disorder. I worked privately on a diagnosis for my own personality: OmniPersonalOrder (OPO), a more expansive concept than MPDeity.
I was now a young doctor of Psychiatry. I hid my work on OPO, along with my other controversial writings. The public would not relate, I concluded. I knew my colleagues would laugh me out of peer-reviewed journals. Prudent Restraint is essential in society. I learned this the hard way in grade school, always in trouble for my word filter.
Fast forward to September 1968, eight years after I aced Spoey’s class. The leaves change clothes from green to yellow to red to brown. Dr. Spoey spent much of his free time evaluating the feasibility of my unusual ideas. He dreamt of launching an exceptional company to transform the global economy. Spoey concentrated on distilling the essence of my best ideas into a coherent marketing plan. He wanted a plan to overcome all energy barriers in the way of ethical and efficient profit. It was often difficult to work together. I thought in warp drive, generalizing metaphysical universals. I stayed three layers of abstractions above detail-oriented Spoey.
Myself science-minded, I had chosen psychology because I believed the problems of humanity arose in our minds. I believed scarcity to be a delusion caused by insecure PIME transport. I knew solar energy would always fuel the world. Business-minded Joseph chose a career in marketing. He believed the global market converging with transport technology should manifest the perfect OmniMarket for all seven billion humans.
We walked to the main Thompson library and lumbered up five flights of stairs for a picturesque vantage of the Oval. We sat down at a huge table and spread out a poster. Our purpose was to define our ultimate goals. Uncapping colored Sharpie weapons, I wrote in orange and Joseph in royal blue. Together in a burst of mind mapping, in words, symbols, and pictures, we captured our ultimate goal: to enhance global economic function through organized emergence of intelligent transport systems, through productive levels securing the integrity of the natural solar energy balance. Obviously this particular goal would require ten trillion dollars in omni-capital transformation. We decided to think realistically. For the moment we would focus on practical actions in the present. The future will laugh at us.
Spoey stood up. He loosened his back, tight from the intense mind mapping, and ran his fingers through his chocolate locks. He said, “All this theorizing and planning will be wasted if we don’t implement systems to attain our lofty goals. We must target a specific problem or need of the market. Which of our ideas is best suited to start our venture?”
“No problem,” I said, “I have seed capital for SpoKa’s first venture.”
“What are you talking about? You just finished grad school.”
“My uncle Ben is a patent lawyer.”
“So what?”
“So, Uncle Ben patented my idea for a portable keyboard called OmniType.”
Spoey stuttered. “I haven’t seen or heard…”
I held a clever grin, “Oh, I must have forgot to tell you.”
Spoey blinked, taken off guard by my revelation, “Well then, what a pleasant surprise,” he managed to mumble.
I noticed my friend’s displeasure, “Oh Spoey, I just wanted to satisfy myself and demonstrate that I can be proactive and keep a secret. Look on the bright side! I licensed my patent for a cool sum. I already dedicated the profits toward SpoKa Incorporated.”
Spoey sat down and took a deep breath, feeling upset with himself for so easily losing his cool.
I stuck out my right hand, “From now on, no business secrets. What do you say, Joseph Spoey? Are we business partners for real?”
Spoey grabbed my hand. He spoke, “All this happens for the OmniReason. With your transformative creativity and my network marketing skills, we shall profit as we sustain world capitalism through the intelligent solar transport of our integrated PiMe OmniGrid.”
I replied, “First we must choose the first SpoKa venture.”
Spoey: Well, who are our customers?
Me: Everyone in the world.
Spoey: You really need to learn to think specific. But we will go with it. Well, what does everyone need? Everyone needs clean air, balanced energy, and—
Me : Hold on a minute, I’m thirsty.
Spoey: Come on man, we are trying to think here.
Me: Indeed. How about a glass of ice water with lemon sprinkles?
Sarcastically he said, “Actually, I’ll have a Jack on the rocks.”
“I’ll be right back.” I walked near to the wall bookcase. Sliding a painting aside, I pushed a red button. Immediately the bookcase spun around and revealed a shiny metal station, with a visual display and OmniType keyboard prototype. At the center of the station stood a window to deliver the automatically poured potions.
I spoke in royal tones “I present to you the first OmniBar station.”
Spoey blinked, slowly registering the startling sight as the station chirped. He broke the silence, “I thought you said no more business secrets.”
“Hey man, just because I do, while you don’t move, doesn’t mean you should be bitter. We have been working on the OmniBar project for years. You’ve seen the designs. I used a third of the OmniType capital to patent and develop the OmniBar system. And I know how much you like surprises. I unleashed my toothy grin.
“How did you build this?” Spoey asked.
Me: Try it out, my friend. Hurry up and grab your Jack so I can get lemon water.
Spoey approached the television-like display and typed in the order. Within ten seconds, the window opened to reveal the Jack on the Rocks, followed by the ice-cold lemon water. Spoey sipped the Jack and handed me the glass filled with molecular life preservers.
“Holy Mackerel that was easy. How did you build this?” Spoey asked again.
Me: I contracted a cadre of brilliant engineers to integrate the component systems.
“Right. Well done, Katabaz. You are more of an entrepreneur than myself. Purposeful action is the simple key to free enterprise. I am supposed to be the businessman here, yet I am still stuck in Analysis Paralysis. Thanks for all of today’s shell shock. I’m even glad you lied to me about your secret plans. I needed a good jolt to move.”
I feigned displeasure. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the details. If you had asked me if I was hiring engineers to build the OmniBar system, I would have said, ‘Yes.’ Believe me, all this sneaking around was worth seeing the astonished expression on your seasoned face. Look at you, Spoey, you are PROUD of me! I can die a happy man. Let’s grab our wives and the OmniBar,” I joked, “-sail around the world in luxury.”
Spoey cringed, “Thanks but I’ll pass. I have a greater purpose than hedonism.”
I interjected, “You mean the purpose of fulfilling the Infinite OmniLogic Intelligence by creating good information to outlast my physical body.”
Spoey sighed, “Sure Katabaz, but try to cut your Omni-Nonsense. God hates it.”
“Wonderful.” I smiled and brushed away from my eyes a few strands of jet-black hair. A mosquito flew through his field of vision, at which he swatted frantically, cursing their parasitic business model, sucking blood and spreading malaria. Suddenly, a hornet flew from under the wooden table. The hornet collided with the mosquito at full speed. Both dropped to the poster, dazed. In an eye corner, he noticed something else buzz in the window. It was an even bigger mosquito, riding the air liquid toward his fallen s-lover. Quito dodged my vision, darting to elude the scope of my eye beams.
Spoey waved his arms. “Katabaz, concentrate! Come back to my world.”
I jolted out of the insect trance. “Dr. Spoey, I transcend and include your world. Now we should implement OmniBar System, a proprietary system of liquid automation.”
Spoey growled, “Argh.”
I looked over to see a Quito blood explosion through Spoey’s hand. Sliding through Spoey’s flesh, I imagined the serrated bio-syringe of the mosquito. The proboscis opens our vascular bio-tubes. You aren’t stupid. Don’t let the scientists intimidate you with their secret codes. Learn their basic symbols and their ideas. Get to the simple core of each relationship. Breathe deeply as your combine the fundamental elements into more advanced concepts. Recreate your intelligence, build wealth, and communicate your memories before you die. I feel so weird today. I keep feeling waves of energy course through my neural veins. Maybe my blood is boiling, with my mouth as the pressure valve.
Quito’s quick existence ended with a red pop.
Spoey started talking, “Katabaz, let’s focus on our business and not tiny vampires. We need a concrete action plan. Tomorrow I will incorporate SpoKaz Inc. Using the rest of the capital from the OmniType developments, we will purchase prime High Street real estate, the location where SpoKa will launch the first auto-liquid franchise.”
I shook his hand, “Deal. Keep the faith!”
Three days later, they bought a two-floor retail space on High Street and 16th Street, next to Bernie’s Cave. There they planned to set up the first SpoKa franchise. They wanted to open the OmniBar in the spring of 1969. They had lots of work to do in six months. Fortunately, Spoey wasn’t teaching classes these days, so he could spend his time launching SpoKa’s OmniBar. He bought large containers of beans from the Coffee Fool and French vanilla cream, delicious DruPharma to fuel the construction of the business and marketing plans. Spoey worked furiously to erase his feeling of worthlessness. He thought I had shown him up, inventing the OmniType and the OmniBar system. Spoey wanted to fulfill his OmniPreneurial role of choreographer. We live ensconced in a web of relations.
My first day as a full professor was Wednesday, September 25th, 1969. I caused quite the spectacle in my Abnormal Psychology class. I hired my stunningly beautiful friends, Satori, a striking blonde, and strawberry haired Sativa. They were to be agent provocateurs, with the experimental goal of provoking responses from the real classmates. I ignored Sativa as she interrupted my introduction with primal screams and tribal chants. I summarized the quarter syllabus of mind defects. My Abnormal Psych class covered developmental disorders, schizophrenia, behavioral disorders like ADD, mood disorders like bipolar and cyclothymia, drug disorders, sleep disorders, eating disorders, dissociative disorders, anxiety disorders, impulse disorders, sexual disorders, personality disorders, and imaginary disorders. The final two weeks, I said, would involve a deep analysis of Multiple Personality Disorder, his favorite subject. Remember, he said, society creates labels like “bipolar.” Six letters cannot contain the whole of any person. The goal is to help the individual eliminate negative effects and accentuate their positive experience.
During the summary, Satori stood up and starting dancing to the beat of Sativa’s chants, doing cartwheels down the aisles. A few freshmen looked terrified, as if the entire universe was malfunctioning. Teachers would not stand this madness in high school. My thoughts cackled at their shock. Satori and Sativa turned their performance up a notch. They became violent, jumping onto each other’s desk and throwing books around. The bell rang and the students fled the enormous classroom, I yelled over the din, “Thank you Satori and Sativa for assisting with today’s material. For extra credit, come to my Omnologic seminar tomorrow, same time same place.”
The next day came on Thursday. I walked happily to Independence Hall. I opened the door and stopped in the doorway, as a wave of remembrance swept over my mind. I had forgotten to decide the purpose of today’s talk. Reflecting for a moment, I decided my main goal was to illustrate how connecting simple elements produces complex systems.
The two-floor room fell silent, and I turned on my microphone, “Let me get you familiar with my symbols before I start today’s Omnology. Some Pythagoreans think everything is number- that all is objective quantity. Some people think everything is quality- that all is perceptual experience of the OmniSelf. Do we have a Qualified Quantity, a Quantified Quality, or both? We are here to decide.”
I drew a dot, explaining, “My symbol for Unity is a dot, which represents the 0th dimension. God is universally unified. All comes out of ONE.
All is contained in the nondual OmniSelf.
Now my symbol for Duality is a circle around the dot. An individual perceives Duality, perceiving separation from the Unified Body of God. Adding Unity and Duality produces Trinity. My symbol for Trinity is a triangle around the dot in the circle.
Those of you in my class know my obsession with the number 3. Nature is filled with dialectic triangular processes. My favorite trinity is represented by the acronym, GOD. It means, Government On Drugs. Hahaha, I’m just kidding. I drank too much coffee today. Humor is a prerequisite to break the solar hypnotism. Stop looking so shocked! No, for real, what is GOD? To me, GOD means the constant cycle of Generator Operator Destroyer. Another favorite trinity of mine, which mirrors the Trinity of GOD, is the Economic Trinity. Cosmic Production is the first stage. Social Transport is the second stage. Regenerative Consumption is the third state, feeding back into Cosmic Production. Allow me to note the iMe trinity, the triad of Information, Material, and Energy. These underlie all of reality.
We have the temporal trinity: Past Present and Phuture. We are forced to move towards the phuture in the Trinity of Time. Next is the Trinity of Space: X, Y, and Z. We are free to move in any spatial direction. The final trinity I shall discuss now is the MUGS Law of OmniSelf: Mind Universe God. By this I mean that your mind is your universe, and your god. And your society Creates your Mind.
Moving back to numbers, my symbol for Quarternity is the solar compass, representing the four seasons of Life: Birth Growth Maturity Death. It also represents the four elements- Fire Water Air Earth. I bet you can guess what number comes after four…”
“Excuse me, Professor Theodix.” Salvio stood up, a tall man with fiery strawberry blonde hair. Salvio interrupted my thoughts. “What is the purpose of all this? I came to learn Omnology, not your numerology.”
I smiled and replied, “Numbers underlie Omnology. Don’t worry, you all, I will soon stop the metaphysical stuff, and move onto more interesting levels.”
I jumped on top of my desk and locked eyes with a shy girl in the back row.
“So my first question, who or what creates the universe?”
Many answers jumped from the crowd: God! The Universal Function! The OmniLogic Process! Our Thinking Mind! Our Self-Organizing Body! Our Mody!
Berry well. I am impressed. All of you have perspectives of truth. I personally believe our objective memories integrate subjective experiences to recreate sobjective wealth. A never-ending learning process, Omnology deals with what I see as the three steams of perceptual: Art (sub), Science (ob), and Business (omni-sob).
Art communicates subjective experience. Science creates objective truth from repeated subjective experience. Combining them both, Business uses the sobjective power of Artful Experience and Scientific Principles to Create Wealth. The power of belief manifests your reality. You want to believe and you believe what you want. You do what you want. Therefore, you do what you believe. This made sense at the time of thought, but maybe I should have stomached it.
Let’s assume God creates the universe. How does he create the Forms?
“through Information systems,
through intelligent Evolution,
through meta-physical Logic.”
Very good. I see some people have read ahead in the OmniVersity. Metaphysics is the 1st layer of abstract thought. We are meta-physical spirits, moving our energy patterns through mathematic time parameters and geometric space constraints.
What layer comes after metaphysics?
A brave student volunteered, “Physics!”
“Well done, Andy. Physics is the study of energetic function. According to physics, the entire reality is filled with pulsing particles carrying energy, like photons, phonons, and electrons. And don’t forget the quarks making up protons and neutrons in the atomic nucleus surrounded by speedy electrons.”
So we have covered Meta-Physical information and Physics and energy. I hope it didn’t take too long. Chemistry is the next stop in this OmniLogic tour. Chemistry holds that all matter is composed of atomic elements like hydrogen and carbon. Atoms are stable systems of elementary energy particles. For example, the hydrogen atom is a three-quark nucleus orbited by a lone electron. Only stable chemical systems stay around.
So, we have covered the physical universe, from metaphysics, physics, to chemistry. What is the first discipline studying life?
Salvio yelled, “BioChemistry!”
Correct, but today for simplicity’s sake, we’ll call it Biology.
Biology is the study of the self-sustaining living systems. Biology studies the entire extent of life, from a virus to bacteria to insects to fish to reptiles to dinosaurs to birds to mammals to monkeys to humans. All known life is based on the structural information system called DNA. We techno-sapiens have a hundred trillion cells in our body, invisible to the naked eye. Each cell, made of 100,000,000,000,000 atoms, contains a nucleus storing the genetic plans for its reproduction. In the symphony called iMeYou, your heartbeat directs your cells to obey the commands of our five-layered human brain.
What are the five layers of our brain?
Our brain represents the height and sum of billions of years in neural evolution. The first basic level is the Reptilian Brain, containing the brain stem and cerebellum, responsible for primal functions like breathing, heartbeat, and digestion. The Reptile has few behavioral options: Fight, Eat, Mate, Sleep, or Flee.
The second level is the Mammalian brain, containing the limbic system, hypothalamus, and hippocampus (memory). Mammals have expanded capacities for spatial memory and basic emotions, like attachment and reward.
The third level of the neocortex processes conscious experience. The neocortex is essentially a seven-layered memory system based on metaphoric memories and predictive associations. The neocortex subsumes and transcends the Reptilian and Mammalian Brains.
The fourth brain, unknown to most except neurologists, is the prefrontal cortex, responsible for our self-control. The prefrontal cortex corresponds to the third eye, represented by a wheel of psychic energy swirling around your forehead. The prefrontal cortex is essentially your over-ride button on the rest of the brain. This is the last part of the brain to mature in adulthood. The prefrontal cortex produces your executive functions, planning actions in accordance with internal goals. It is the meta-controller of the Mody.
I sat down and reclined in my chair. I closed my eyes and sat in silence.
Salvio left his seat and paced down the aisle, “Katabaz, what is the fifth brain?”
My eyes popped open, startling those watching my face. I began again, “Neuro-cardiology studies the fifth brain in the heart. Our heart contains a swirling vortex of magnetic ions, controlled by the self-triggering pacemaker’s cells. Our brain transmits messages through electric metal currents jumping across fat membranes. Breathe deeply and focus your heart’s rhythm on calming your mind. Your heart drives your modal spirit.
“Our heart affects our brain and body in four ways: neurologically (transmitting nerve impulses from heart neurons), bio-chemically (pumping neurotransmitters and hormones in the blood), biophysically (via pressure waves), and energetically (interacting electromagnetic fields). The heart has an electromagnetic field 5,000 times greater than the brain, extending a electro-magnetic doughnut around the body. Breathe deeply and focus on your heart’s rhythm. Focusing the heart’s simple force easily overpowers the complex brain energies. Relax, synchronizing your executive prefrontal cortex with your breaths and heartbeats, producing equanimity and logical clarity. Open to the rhythm of life, you feel creative, channeling ideas through your intuition. This balanced mind state eliminates stress and immerses oneself in the blissful ecstasy of divine union. In the womb, the fetal heart beats before the brain is formed, driving the cells by its soothing sound.”
I stood up and stretched, cracking my back. “So I have just reviewed the five human brains: reptile (cold-blooded action), mammal (hot-blooded emotion), neocortex (conscious communication), prefrontal cortex (self-control), and heart (spiritual power). Biologic brains leads nicely into Psychology the next layer of my Omnology.”
I pulled his long black locks into a ponytail with a rubber band, and opened the word-valve. “After reviewing physical evolution, which eventually produced biological systems through the Law of Evolving Optimization. Only stable systems sustain life. About six million years ago, our primate ancestors dropped from the trees and ran around on two feet. These bipedalists could look up with idle hands. Through a few million years of brutal competition and cooperation, the hominids accumulated basic technology as fire, clothes, shoes, and metal tools. Thus, biological evolution eventually led to the emergence of techno-spiritual human civilization, with the invention of agriculture and written language. Without social technology, we are animalistic beasts. Without socialization, we are merely feral children, running around on all fours tearing at bloody meat, unable to communicate consciously, controlled by our bio-suit like an animal, enchained in our feral state.”
Raising my eyebrows, I continued, “So we now discuss Psychology, which studies Living Minds. Do you ask yourself, ‘Who am I?’ Do you know who you are? (I don’t mean your metaphoric name.) Those of you in my class know about my concept of the Mody. The Mody is represents the mind and body unified as one balanced process. Your sobjective Mody creates your subjective reality inside the objective reality of God’s universe. But let’s start at the basics. Your Mody is a meta-system composed of interdependent bio-systems. Nature evolved these systems over three billions years, conserving what works, and changing what doesn’t.”
I ignored a few stumped expressions and pressed on, “From the root phusis, meaning nature, I created Phusion11 as the eleven essential levels of human modal needs. The first level is the self-generated BODY itself, the initial requirement of physical being. The second need is balanced ENERGY to preserve your body’s integrity. Remember, there is no such thing as cold or dark. Cold and dark are merely concepts invented by humans to describe the absence of energy. You might recognize energy as the first medieval element- fire, seen as lightning plasma, or ionized gas. To Heraclites, a famous Greek philosopher, everything was composed of energetic change. In his famous quote about the ever-changing Omni-River, he describes the transformative flames of reality, always licking at the present kindling of the past.”
I saw yawns in the audience, so I tried to speed it up. They didn’t want to hear his lips flapping. But I didn’t feel much like involving the class in this discussion. A rehearsed monologue is much easier on my overstressed mind.
Moving on to the third en-Phusion, your Mody needs OXYGEN, to spark the energetic processes of life. Aristotle and Anaximenes believed that everything was composed of Air.
The fourth level, my personal favorite, is the preserver of life- WATER. It is the supportive medium of all biology, a requirement for cellular function. Water is an ash made with two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom. Thales believed that everything to be composed of water.
On the Fifth level is food, the physical fuel of our Mody. Food is earthly matter organized by Life into digestible DruPhoos, like glucose, fats, and proteins. To produce ENERGY, our bodies react our FOOD with OXYGEN in WATER solutions.
The sixth level is WASTE MANAGEMENT, by which we purify our body of undesirable substances and ideas. Our immune, excretory, and lymphatic systems do this.
The seventh level of Phusion is SPORT = Solar Powered Omni-Renewable Transport. You must exercise muscle control for empowerment.
On the eighth level, SECURITY LAYERS offer warm protection for our nourished Mody. These Layers include skin, nails, hair, blankets, clothes, cars, and homes.
The Ninth Level is SLEEP, an experience usually lacking in college students and overworked professors. Sleep rejuvenates your bodily systems and consolidates the memories of your mind.
Well, we have reached the tenth level of SLOVE, and I’m sure you all are getting quite restless to visit the bar on this Thursday night, and experience Slove phenomena. Hoots and Whistles rippled through the crowd. Behold the power of sex-love on the youth. Integrating two loves into one evolove, sex unifies genes, individuals, and spirits.
Does slove stand for sexual love or social love or pecuniary $love?
I will let you decide the differentiation of slove, because I want to finish Phusion11. It has already taken longer than I expected.
The eleventh and final level of Phusion11 is MINDTECH. Our minds are cultured our entire lives with social technology (language, ideas, laws, machines, computers). From birth, we are imprinted with the knowledge of previous techno-sapiens. Each individual Mody must re-member and re-create their own MINDTECH structures, as we all must obtain energy, air, water, food, purification, movement, security, sleep, and slove.
Okay, now let’s venture back to conclude our summary of Omnology. With MINDTECH, we connect individual Psychology to the Social Level of Civilization. Sociology studies human societies, created by the interacting groups of techno-sapien Modys. By 2000, there will be at least six billion techno-monkeys, I mean, techno-sapiens on Earth. As Kipling said, Civilization is Transport. Once all Minds are coordinated through integrated PIME networks transporting people, information, material, and energy, global civilization will provide transport security for all. Civilization is Transport, or controlled movement. Once we build omni-productive and balanced transport layers, dissolve will the problems of civilization, in this abundant universe.
We must not neglect the highest-level disciplines of Omnology11: Ecology, Geology, SoHelogy, Milkology, and Astronomy. Ecology studies the biochemical systems on the Earth’s crust. Geology studies Earth, an oblate rocky orb wearing eco-spherical clothes. Composed mostly of iron, oxygen, silicon, magnesium, nickel, calcium, and aluminum, the Earth weighs 6,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 kilograms. Sology studies the main power supply of Earth, always producing 382,700,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Watts of Energy. The Earth receives 174,000,000,000,000,000 Watts of Solar Energy Every Second.
The Solar system is embedded in the Milky Way Galaxy. The Milky Way Galaxy is embedded in the MetaPhysioChemiBioPsycheSocioEcoGeoSolaMilky Universe. Astronomers study the ends of the universe, searching for big bangs and black stars.
I looked at the sea of student eyes, and saw most lost in daydreams. I should have known that this Omnology wouldn’t appeal to them. They wanted entertaining characters and drama, not a scientific list of levels. I motioned to Salvio, who whipped out two cans of silly string. Salvio ran around spraying those not paying attention.
I laughed at Salvio’s antics. At least now the students looked alive. Sometimes a little carerrorism is all you need. Anyhow, the main lesson taken from these higher levels is that the universe has almost infinite resources of energy and materials. The universe, itself a perpetual motion machine, does almost all of the work for us. We just have to be smart about our channel choices. We learn to employ the power of time-binding MINDTECH to produce embedded systems for moving energy and materials.
The tip of phuture evolution rests on the power of business to create wealth. Business, or PsiArs, represents the ultimate activity of mankind. Recall that business is the powerful combination of art and science. Creative artists, scientific engineers, and productive businessmen; all three perspectives are required for cultural harmony.
Now I will briefly discuss the two branches of PsiArs. Kulture and Bene.
Kulture: CAPO owns, CORPA produces, GOVE manages, RELIGOD saves, MEDIA communicates, and LAW defines.
Bene: EDUNI educates, MEDI- preserves, ENGY builds, and SPORITU sustains.
There’s no time to delve deeply into PsiAr10. I encourage you to contact me if you are interested in the theoretical details. Economics rules the world, so ignore at your peril.
Satori shot out his head, enraged. “Katabaz, You Dirty Capitalist! You will destroy the Earth with your greed! At least socialism values needs over profit. You support the CAPO wizards of doom, the CORPA merchants of war, the GOVE parasites, the RELIGOD cults, the MEDIA liars, and the corrupted LAW.
Well Satori, It sounds like you have some pent up anger. But socialism isn’t the answer, Mr. Satori. Transport security is the solution. Those Kultural Roles are necessary evils. I believe in the purpose of each Kulture role. They have brought us to the current situation with flying colors. Here’s my prediction for Bene. I believe Bene will overtake Kulture in social importance, as the EDUNIs educate ENGYs to build systems for the MEDIs on the front lines of SPORITU’s war against death. The functions of Bene are essential for every class of human. The functions of Kulture greatly benefit the elite. The global elite increases their power with Kultural Roles. However, the rank and file humans will gradually elevate the status of Bene, judging the roles on the fruits of their labors.
Taking profit fits into the rule of the greedy OmniSelf, the fact that every human is inherently selfish. Modern humans need the profit motivation to spur our development. Everyone takes what sHe must. Even altruism arises through the self. Commit to Love yourself always, and you will uncover the secret of capitalism- creating value for others and extracting profit in the process. Read history to understand socialism was a capitalist experiment. Might means right in this world of inevitable struggles for power. Our best weapon against death is the intelligent OmniCorporate investment of elite OmniCapitalists into the OmniGrid. We have only just begun to realize the power of seven billion productive capitalists. Be patient my son. Soon enough will the OmniMarket come.
In his Marketing classes, Joseph Spoey reminds us that marketing dictates modern life, where everything, including time, is owned. Everything is bought, sold, and profited from. Everything is decided by the market-customer connection. You have to sell your words to your children and your friends, and if they don’t buy them, they won’t trust you.
I want you to recognize a fundamental lesson. Everyone slept during my monologues. But you saw the electric wave sweep the class when I involved the two hundred techno-sapien intelligences. This demonstrates a fundamental truth: We are smarter than iMe. As college students, mostly young adults, you might feel powerless in the face of the world’s structures. You didn’t build this world. You were just born into it, and must adjust to it. Those who adapt the world to their OmniSelf, also tap into the power of the Master Mind, as great businessmen do. Together, there is nothing that seven billion gods cannot achieve. Read psalms. This god-comment caused a whisper buzz in the class.
On that note, I decided to end the first Omnology session. Waving my hands I said, “Okay, I’m done for today. Don’t forget to sign in. Thanks for coming everyone. Matt, please give your BBC announcement.”
Matt came to the front and cleared his throat, “Thank you Dr. Theodix. All of you realize that the real world beckons, for some sooner than others. But the time will come for everyone, when you must build wealth for yourself and family. Focused on starting new ventures, The Business Builders Club is a network of enterprising Ohio State students. We embody the American Dream. The youth must bring about the OmniMarket through inspired entrepreneurship. Solar Capitalism is our best hope to preserve the global economy and the ecosphere. Solar Money and Phusion11 speaks to everyone. Market competition inspires rapid technological development. Through the price system of the OmniMarket, humanity will organize local and global efficiency through the OmniGrid. With that I thank you for your interaction. Thanks for an interesting Omnology, Dr. T. I’ll see you tomorrow in Schoenbaum Hall at 7:30 PM for the Business Builders Club. At the end of meeting there will be Adriatico’s pizza- cheese, meat-lovers, and supreme!”
Walking home, I typed ferociously on my portable OmniType device. I didn’t want to lose these thoughts. I knew they would be sucked into the memory hole if I didn’t record them in digital stone. While my feet tapped the ground, my fingers transported meaning to the OmniType sensors, sending sequential signals to the OmniType Processor, remembering my information: Only the Future is real. Only the future is real. Only the Future is real. My purpose is to channel the mastermind of society to bring about sustainable transport of People’s information, materials, and Omnergy (All Energy) across the globe. You have seen nothing yet. I am so jealous of those to come, envious of newborn babies, coveting youth. The younger generation grows up, and worries about the younger generation. I long to be them, for their generation will create an amazing transport system to perfect global civilization through optimized iME Transport. The youth will save the natural world that the previous generations have brought to the necessary edge of destruction. We will create a global transport system to integrate in energetic production what the Internet has integrated in information. Through intelligent layer motion using the regenerative power of the Sun, Earth, and Moon, we will transform global society to synch with the individual-created feature of reality. I salivate at the chance to hear the laughter of the glorious future. The Past presents the Eternal Phuture.
The next day in Abnormal Psychology class, we laughed about the diverse responses to the beautiful and distractive S-Twins. Katabaz taught the students the only two factors in their reactions- themselves and their environment. As an intelligent being, you move through the universal flow. You see yourself as separate from the natural flow, but that is just a convenient illusion. You cannot escape the universe. You are a part of the universe, and you will always be. But let’s talk about the illusion of separateness, of duality. You feel apart from all the change around you. You see yourself as an island of sensitive stability in this chaotic universe. You change every experience. Interacting with endless butterfly effects, individual collusions create civilization.
Chapter 6
Techno-Sapiens at the OmniBar
I, Joseph Spoey, needed a few sprinkles of magic engineer dust to build a commercial OmniBar system. Through the engineering department, we found about ten students to hire for the OmniBar project, enlightened in The OmniVersity of Ohio State. I convinced all of their professors to substitute their OmniBar work for the usual research quarter-long projects. The benefit of hiring students is that they would gladly work for food and stock options. Each of the engineers received 5% equity stake in the OmniBar intellectual property.
They disassembled Katabaz’s original prototype as a single model for the five-station OmniBar system across the street from the Mershon Auditorium. The fluid motion guys bought super soakers and drenched the mechanical engineers in the South Oval, working out the differential equations for the valve-controlled tubes. The chemical engineers, who spend their internships stirring big vats of chemical brews with huge metal wands, created the environmental controls for the liquids, like temperature, flow rate, and soluble gas processes such as carbonation and nitrogenation. The computer science guys wrote the software programs to connect the visual display sensors to the liquid flow firmware. The Electrical engineers built the wires controlled by the software programs. I hired Derek, a food & engineering senior, to verify the consumer safety of the OmniBar. I hired an industrial systems engineer named Thiago. He worked as a design team with a graduating art student named Andrea, a cat fanatic with an infectious smile. Andrea and Thiago, who collaborated with Amy G. and Kramer, Welding Engineering students, to finalize the appearance and structure of the OmniBar station.
The first creation is usually the slowest, because there are no plans to follow. Every step is potentially perilous. I was quite impressed, as the experience went smoothly, thanks to the specialized systemic knowledge of the engineering students. The students loved this project, because they could be the first to drink from the OmniBar. Plus, their friends were jealous of their homework, a severely uncommon situation for engineers. Most of them worked upwards of twelve hours daily, taking breaks only to eat and sleep. I made sure to keep plenty of fresh coffee with assorted varieties of refrigerated creams. I am a naïve businessman, ignorant of basic science codes. I am pretty sure engineers practice magic.
When they had finally finished the OmniBar, Katabaz and I treated them to an expensive dinner at R.J. Snappers on High Street. One of the engineers, John, an electrical engineering prodigy who just turned 18, gave a toast, “To moving PIME well.”
“What is PIME?” The waiter asked after the joyous toast.
John didn’t miss a beat, “PIME stands for People’s InfoMassErgy.”
Befuddled, the waiter smiled awkwardly, “Well that sounds delightful.”
Now our liquid system functioned flawlessly. We had two months until the April 11th opening. I hired Parker, an old friend now a famous sculptor, to do the store design. He worked day and night to bring the walls alive. A meticulous perfectionist by nature, Parker refused to sleep until we were ready to present to the public. Marketing our server needs to OSU’s student body, we hired twenty Buckeye servers. We bought a liquor license, and hired two security guards to protect our proprietary food and liquid delivery system.
Ohioans are not accustomed to testing exotic technology, besides polymers made from corn. In America, the huge cities of the East and the West Coast played that role. Mark Twain said that everything happened ten years late in Cincinnati. Columbus was a little better. Yet I wanted to reverse that trend with the unique OmniBar.
Finally the original OmniBar store opened to the public. On the opening day we threw a party with a silver and scarlet Buckeye theme, giving away eleven silver buckeyes to deserving customers. Everyone loved the OmniBar’s speed, convenience, and welcoming atmosphere. Around ten seconds lapsed between an order and the drinks’ appearance in the window on an easy-carry tray. Some students hung around all night, some doing homework in quiet rooms, but most drinking and socializing. Into dish-washable biopolymer crystal tumblers, the OmniBar poured for you water, juice, milk, coffee, soda, tea, and grenadine-type flavorings. If you could prove you were 18, the drinking age in 1984, then you could have beer, liquor, mixed drinks, and wine.
Enough students asked for snacks that we dished out healthy snacks like oranges, pretzels, and grilled cheese. For this first location, we had planned on a gradual transition to full-service food and drink station. So many requests for snacks convinced us to activate the food potential after only a few months afterward. I contracted the team of the famous chef, Steven Chen, to work with our engineers to add automatic food capability to the OmniBar System. Food requires more automated steps than liquids, but the engineers came through again. Apparently, to engineers, every problem is just a matter of optimizing iMe Transport.
To promote our services, I hired Scott Adams, the senior editor at the Lantern campus newspaper. Scott understood how to use controversy to attract readers like water snakes to a wounded whale. I can personally attest to Scott’s doubling Lantern readership. In his raw style loved by students, he ripped on our futuristic liquid service, complaining about the lack of lines. I wanted him to initiate the OmniBar mythology. We provided our student market the optimal place to meet, network, study, relax, play cards, and party. We wanted students to loiter, which they did, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week served by our beautiful servers. We made sure to have plenty of taxis on standby, ready to safely drive home any potential drunk drivers. If the customer had an empty wallet and no friends, we gladly paid the taxi fare.
SpoKaz Incorporated finished in the black that opening year. The OmniBar provided constant streams of liquidity, allowing us to plan our next OmniBar location. Katabaz Theodix and I ran the OmniBar Incorporated under the parent company SpoKaz. One year after the original opening, in the mail I received a pristine package marked, Clearance Required. The package contained papers for the contracts of a buyout offer, from a prominent law firm, representing an unnamed corporation. The corporation refused to give their name until I agreed to the deal. I thought that was shady for starters, so I declined to hear their offer. I forgot about it for the next three weeks. Then three men dressed in white Versace suits waltzed into my OmniBar office, and threw their suitcases filled with cash on my desk. They wanted full ownership of all OmniBar properties, intellectual and physical. Apparently our idea of an automatic liquid franchise had piqued the interest of the elite capitalists on the East Coast.
I looked at the head suit. “OmniBar is my lifelong dream business. We would never sell it. Not in a million years would we give up the American OmniBar.”
He looked at me with pity. “You will regret this decision,” he said.
I checked in with Chen, the head OmniBar chef.
“Hey Spoey, do you need anything to eat on the drive home?” The Great Chennifer conquers the hunger of all humans.
I shook my head. “Actually I feel a bit nauseous. I’m going to head home for the day, but thanks my friend.”
Chen smiled. “Yeah, get outside, your office is a cave filled with piles of forms.”
Grabbing my coat, I agreed, “Good point. Fret not, Chen, I will be back before the sun sets.” I walked to my car in the parking garage. From the crisp autumn air I sucked in deep breaths to calm my racing mind. I felt euphoria surging through my forty-five miles of nerves. I synchronized my heart and my mind blade, producing a new clarity of being.
When I arrived home I threw a ham and cheese sandwich on the grill. While grilling, I prepared a plate with a peeled orange and a dill spear, and heated a bowl of buttered beans. I felt grateful for the food about to enter my oral portal. I wondered what caused my nausea in the office. Chen saw I needed fresh air. The sweet orange splash triggered sugar antennae on my tongue tip. I sucked the last drops of orange juice, and moved on to the ham and cheese sandwich, savoring the honeyed meat in a cheddar cheese mesh. Steamed green beans were a great finishing snack, drenched with butter, and a fresh ground mixture of salt and pepper courtesy of the Wild Oats grinder. I loved the fragrance of the pepper-salt mixture. It reminded me of piling in the station wagon, to get salt bagels from the deli with my mom and little siblings. I am the oldest, so I always begged my mother for my own lemonade. She always made me share. There is no justice in this world.
On my king-sized bed, I reclined with the OmniType, to jot a few pages in my current short story: Omneity, a fictional story of Jill, my OmniPersonalOrder (OPO) patient who changed personalities at will, going from stormy Jill to sneaky Jill in two seconds. Inside her mind there existed a million diamonds, each containing holographic facets of the OmniPersonality. Like a tiny child, she explored her mind, eventually examining each facet of each diamond. This particular gem, colored blue from hydrogen in its carbon crystal, inspired her to hang-glide from the Sears Tower. She planned to land on a roof two miles away. I watched Jill approach our roof, and realized she had no way to stop. We screamed and fled as her hang-glider pointed directly at our viewing gallery. I turned and fled. Then I felt stabbing pain in my back…
Bam! Bam! BAM! Three lightning bolt electrified my mind. My body tingled with intense waves of pleasant energy. My whole field of vision became a swirling vortex of light. My grandma’s melodic whisper filled the air with a familiar lullaby.
Then a normal scene appeared before my eyes. I sat in the middle of the Ohio State Oval gazing at the midday sun. I felt Sol’s Phonergy strike my face at the speed of light, 300,000,000 meters per second, for those of you who don’t care. The Oval buzzed with activity, two competing fundamentalists holding crusade-type banners cursing sinners, bless their hearts. All around me, students tossed Frisbees, baseballs, and footballs.
I noticed a blue speck in the sky, like a slow shooting star. Like Jill’s hang-glider, the blue speck had an affinity for my Mody. It zoomed closer I saw it was the plasma drive at the bottom of a ship. Soon half of the sky was filled with an eerie disk of blue plasma, glowing on the bottom of a strange ship. The ship bobbed noticeably in the air. It lurched downward for a second, before blinding my eyes with a blue flash. After my retina recovered my vision, the plasma ship had disappeared.
I stood up to a strangely similar scene at the Oval. The screaming fundamentalists clutched bibles amidst sporting Students. Everything was the same except for the sky, which had become a white web of tubes. As I scanned this white web, I noticed endless spirals turning in the wind. These silver spirals covered the white web of tubes. Looking straight up, I couldn’t see the end of the white web. Bored with the ground, I decided to climb the white web. It looked more fun than any oak tree. I laughed at the boring people on the Oval, and started up the trunk of the web. The web became denser as I climbed higher. The web formed a mesh of supports the higher I climbed. I bumped into a silver spiral, slowing its ferocious spin. I lost myself as I easily scaled the web, with its receptive foot and hand holes. I felt the wind whip my blue jeans. I couldn’t hear the Pharisees. I was really high.
As I prepared to climb down, I spotted the mysterious ship, again mesmerized by its neon blue disk of pulsing plasma. I let go of the web, accelerating toward the Oval grass below. I couldn’t wait to meet my friends on the ground. The white web looked like snow falling beside me. The grass swallowed me and everything faded to black.
I woke up in my bed, my body covered with a cold sweat. I must have dozed off after I left the OmniBar. I chugged a glass of ice-cold lemon water, and jumped back under the warm covers. Lasko, my best fan, steadied my respiration. Don’t tell Vornado! I expected to fall asleep, but my mind pounded with thought. I could not remember my dreams, but I knew they were important. Relax, Spoey, you are stressed out from all this activity. I breathed deep and flexed my Kegel muscles, feeling a warm heat bubble swirl into my stomach.
The phone rang. Ugh, just as I started to get comfortable back in bed. Come on, Spoey, be a responsible techno-sapien, I looked at the clock I went to pick it up and knew it was Katabaz. “Make a wish, Spoey!” I could hear Katabaz grin through the phone.
I grumbled, “Wow, I’m so glad I picked up the phone now.”
“Make a WISH!” said Katabaz, stubborn as a mule.
Spoey paused, and then assented, “Fine, I wish that we switch places starting at midnight tonight, so you will understand my stress migraines. Not everyone thinks life is an OmniJoke, just one giant ga-”
“I will win the Ultimate Game,” Katabaz interrupted Spoey. Confidently he stated, “Staying alive is the goal, death is defeat, unless you come back to life. I have hope for Walt Disney. I think he has a few cartoon angels watching out for him.”
Joseph attempted to hide his scowl. “Whatever, you’re crazy man. I don’t have time for your nonsense at the moment. I’m really tired, and if you would excuse me, I’m going to relax.”
Katabaz said, “I’m just calling to let you know that I am leaving for the weekend. I’m driving my little girl Ashley and my lovely wife Mary to visit Grandma in Cincinnati.”
Joseph’s tone sounded tired, “Well, have a good time. Don’t forget to give my respects to your mother. I know you are scatter-brained most of the time.”
As Katabaz said, “GoodBye, my friend,” the phone clicked.
Chapter 7
The Current Transport System: The Best We Could Do At The Time
I rubbed the sleepy moons out of my eyes. By the time we had packed the minivan, the sun had set below the horizon, but the temperature remained comfortable. On the radio I listened to the traffic report: Interstate 71 backed up in the city from an accident. I decided to take 270 around Columbus to 71S. We were halfway around Columbus, singing to a Beatles marathon, when 105.7 went to commercial. I looked over to Mary to see if she would change it to 107.5, which played constant music.
Ashley screamed from the back seat. “DADDY LOOK!”
A pick-up truck loomed only twenty yards ahead in their lane. K swerved left. He remembered a powerful blow, and his mind fell silent.
I came to on the blacktop, leaking blood from a gash on my forehead.
Where were Mary and Ashley? I got up and ran toward the minivan, as other drivers involved in the pile-up yelled towards him. Wiping blood out of his eyes, I vomited at the sight of my minivan’s crunched right side. The truck delivered its kinetic energy directly to the only two true loves in my life. My beautiful ladies died on impact.
I finally noticed the surrounding witnesses. They motioned to the burning truck, nearby, its cursed engine flaming on the median. A huge explosion sent pressure waves through the scene, as the truck’s fuel tank ignited. I stared at the fireball, as sticky plastic shrapnel burnt my skin, permeating his nose with the stench of napalm and burnt flesh.
I did not want to live. I climbed onto the median, viewing the stopped traffic and car-cluster in my lane. I noticed the opposite traffic on 270 hadn’t missed a beat, flowing without pause. I jumped down off the median, and walked calmly into oncoming traffic, causing the cars to swerve into another pile-up. I had single-handedly halted traffic on both directions of 270. Then consciousness blurred, and slipped away.
I woke up in the hospital, with plastic tubes in my arm. I felt quite euphoric. I asked the nurse, “Why am I here?” Where is my family?”
My sudden query startled the nurse. “Oh Honey, your family, your family…Ohh God!” She fled the room.
Another nurse came into the room and sat down on my bed. She looked very serious. I wanted to reach out and give her a warm hug. The blonde nurse looked at me and said, “Katabaz, you were in a car accident. A drunk driver going the wrong way hit your car on 270. You are lucky to be alive. Your daughter Ashley, she didn’t suffer. The impact killed her instantly. She didn’t feel pain. She loves now you as an angel.”
I started to thrash around and scream, and the nurse called in doctors to help restrain me. They pressed the Pharma button, and some narcotic DruPhoo dripped into my bio-tubes, calming my tortured bio-suit.
My grief blurred and released the knot of brain-pain.
The nurse held me and whispered in a gentle voice, “Sleep to dream her, Katabaz. Ashley is waiting in your dreams. Leave this tragic world and see her to heaven.”
The nurse pressed the Pharma button and everything faded to black.
Chapter 8
OmniFaction
I awoke, feeling the hospital bed and the plastic tubes. How did I get here? I tried to remember my dreams, but I couldn’t re-create them. I figured they were important. The sound waves of friendly voices tickled his eardrums. I squinted my eyes open again, and saw my friends Spoey and Chen in the far corner of the room. Maybe they know what happened to me.
Spoey whispered to Chen, “They tested the truck driver at three times the legal limit. And he’s an illegal immigrant from Mexico. Stores sell glass weapons filled with flammable date-rape drugs. She’s in an unresponsive coma. Kata has gone psychotic each time they’ve tried to wake him. His body is physically sound, but his mind can’t handle the grief. This has gone on for three days, and its breaking my heart.
“I can hear you, what are you talking about?” My swollen throat managed words.
“Katabaz!” Spoey and Chen hovered over my chest with forced smiles.
“Even the doctor’s DruPhoo can’t knock me out,” I responded, wanting answers. “Now tell me, why am I in the hospital? Am I sick or something? I can’t remember for the life of me.”
Looking sadly at Chen, Spoey told me again the tragedy of my Job-like life.
I thrashed and thrashed, kicked and screamed. My mind sizzled with pain, engulfed in misery. I wanted to die. I could not live without my two true loves. For three hours my Mody burned. Then my mind-filament snapped again. My modal bulb had burnt out, dissociating his Mody into mind and body. It’s hard to control both parts in separation.
I went cold. Spoey and Chen hugged me and cried. But Katabaz remained silent, staring coldly at the wall.
“It’s all right to cry, Katabaz.” Chen said.
I pushed them off, and ripped the IV tubes out of his harm. I screamed at Spoey,“ You tricksters! I will kill you for taking my babies!” They stood shell-shocked, unable to stop the rage of Katabaz Adrahem Theodix.
I spotted his jeans and shirt. I put them on and flew out the door. No more DruFictions for Katabaz. No more drugs pumped into my veins to shut down his brain. I went to the front desk and asked to be checked out. The clerk was talking on the phone, and motioned for me to wait a second. I grabbed the phone, ripped it out of the wall, and threw it onto the linoleum floor. I growled at the pimply clerk.
The clerk was afraid, “Sir, can you please wait until the doctor returns in an hour?”
I pointed my index finger at his nose. “Thanks, but no. Do your job son.”
I found the door to the stairs and bolted down three floors to the ground level. I hailed a taxi. In my hand I held Spoey’s wallet. I had easily swiped it when he tried to smother me with slove. I didn’t want no stinkin’ hug. I wanted to be free. For the first time in my life, it felt good to be bad. This cruel life laughed at my theodicy. Bitterness simmered in the depths of my being, as I severed my connection with the universe. I would have his revenge on the Universe. I would fight these wretched decisions of The OmniCapitalist’s man-deom with all my power. Mary and Ashley went to Church everyday. God let a drunk driver end their lives. I smelled a skunk. Somebody had lied to me. Who built this?
Watching the building whiz by through the taxi windows, I noticed my reflection. Red sparks jumped from my nostrils. I sucked them in through his oral portal. I would sleep well tonight. My mind now felt as clear as my Mary’s diamond wedding ring.
I opened his wallet for my driver’s license. Cool, this plastic card says my name is Katabaz Theodix, which means when people rumble their throats to say, “Katabaz,” they desire to communicate with me. So to another person, I am metaphorically Katabaz, as they associate the memory of my Mody (mind+body) with the abstract symbols of ‘Katabaz,’ but to me, I am not Katabaz. To most people their name is the holiest vibration in the language. The sound of “Katabaz” cannot contain the power of my mind. I cannot capture my body in seven black and white curves. Katabaz is merely a stable metaphor for my ever-changing reality. Katabaz does not stay the same, except for not staying the same.
Finally we arrived at my home in Worthington, a beautiful Columbus suburb. I exited the taxi and tipped the kind driver well, for his courteous silence. At least one man isn’t trying to stab me in the back, I thought. I remembered wrecking the minivan, but my baby awaited me in the garage. I opened the garage door and marveled at the shine of my beautiful red Ford Mustang.
I needed to find what I lost on the highway. I decided to drive south. I turned the ignition and the engine roared to life. I sped to the highway, flooring the accelerator as he weaved through traffic.
Within thirty minutes I had left Columbus, watching the landscape fly back, smiling at the open road. I looked in my rear-view mirror. A flicker of happiness entered my mind. Then I regained conscious control of my body. Suddenly, on the windshield, I saw Ashley’s face, framed by her blonde locks and a halo of intense light. She smiled broadly, but did not move her lips.
“Talk to me Ashley! My baby, what do you want to tell me?”
In my mind her words echoed: “Father, You must love your life, for me. Please do not kill yourself because I already leveled up in the spiritual game. Now the angels are my friends, and there is no traffic jams up here. Love yourself, Father, as you do your Ashley. I’ll see you soon. Until next time, my favorite man.” I blinked and the windshield was translucent, yielding nothing but the long road. I drove in silence, keeping my peaceful mind focused on memories of her smile.
Up ahead on the shoulder, a blonde bubble of hair magnetically caught my eyes. I rejoiced. My angel Ashley had returned for her daddy! I pulled over and motioned for her to get in. Ashley must have grown a foot since our last talk. I kissed Ashley on her cheek and gave her a bear hug. Tears streamed down my face.”
I spoke as I hugged her, “Hi Ashley, I’m Katabaz, your father. I’m so glad to see you.”
Melinda was confused. But this guy seemed genuinely nice.
She said, “Nice to meet you, Katabaz. My name is Melinda. I go to The Ohio State University. I’m hitchhiking to Cincinnati to see my grandmother. She lives in her beautiful red brick house, the City of Montgomery, on Trailwind Drive.”
I nodded casually, not listening to anything she said. I waited for an opening in traffic and got back on the highway.
After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Melinda tapped my shoulder. “Katabaz, you are almost out of gas.”
I swerved off at the next exit, Washington Courthouse startling Melinda. She camouflaged her fear with a nervous laugh.
At the gas station I pumped the gas, and Melinda hopped out of shotgun. She decided she wanted to block adenosine receptor proteins. Melinda poured some coffee with lots of cream. Melinda felt stressed and tired as she sipped her coffee. She reached into her purse and pulled two anti-anxiety pills out of her pill case. She smashed them up and put them in her mug. Taking a few swigs she felt dual DruPharma effects of GABA and caffeine, the first one calming her anxiety and the second fueling my mind. She felt her bladder signal, and got up to take care of Phusion6- waste management.
Melinda shrieked when she returned, “Katabaz, you are drinking my coffee.”
Yeah, and I’m almost done. Fret not, Ashley, I bought you a new one. I tasted some while you went to the restroom, and I really liked the new vanilla flavor, so now it’s gone.
Melinda was frantic, but she couldn’t tell him, at least not until the Valium slowed him down. She guessed he had a furious temper, and he already seemed a bit disturbed, in hindsight. As she threw away the empty packages, Melinda hoped the Valium would soon calm his state of mind.
Chapter 9
OmniCell
A kaleidoscopic vortex spun my mind. I awoke. My body ached from sleeping on the concrete bench of the cell. I couldn’t remember my dreams, but I knew they were important. I needed desperately to get a handle on reality.
The guard pounded on my bars. “Wake up, K-Dog, today is a big day in court.”
I asked the guard, “Are you finally trying the drunk driver?”
“No man, that guy is dead. You are here because of the violent spree during your infamous road trip of carerrorism. Don’t worry, K-Dog, Judge Webb knows about your unfortunate history. Even though the destruction of your crimes warrants life imprisonment, the honorable Judge won’t send you to the maximum-security prison. Instead, your, uh, mental state, dictates that you be sent to Tri-valley Behavioral Health Care, where you may continue your rap career.”
“What is Tri-Valley?” I demanded answers.
“It is a humane facility for the mentally disabled. The only one in Ohio, actually”
I shook my fist at the guard. “You mother-shucker! Are you calling me insane?
He sniffed at me, “Well, you are lucky, because Joseph Spoey hired you a lawyer.”
I scoffed, “That double-crosser? He poisoned me and had me put here!”
“Do you not listen? Dr. Spoey has visited you every day and has paid for your high-priced lawyer.” Finally, the guard left me alone.
I moved to a supine position on the floor, preparing his mind in focused meditation. When I walked into the courtroom, he spotted Joseph Spoey dressed in a dapper black suit, and flipped out,
“Double-Crosser! Deceiver! Assassin! Traitor! I will tear you apart.” The wardens restrained me from bum-rushing Spoey. The judge asked Spoey to leave the courtroom.
As Spoey walked out of the courtroom, I noticed a tear clinging to Spoey’s cheek. I cackled, relishing Spoey’s pain. I couldn’t remember committing any sort of crime. I would never hurt a fly- I am a well-respected psychiatric professor at OSU. But I knew Spoey framed me, to gain total control of SpoKaz Inc., changing it into SPOTI Inc.
As the guard predicted, the jury found me guilty of assorted violent crimes, and Judge Webb pounded his gavel for order. “I know you would not be here if the drunk immigrant had not collided with you. For that I am sorry. God rest all of their souls…”
The judge paused to collect himself, controlling his emotions. “Your tragic story gives me a heavy heart. Yet your unspeakable crimes must be punished. You must be removed from society for your horrific actions. Hopefully you find peace at Tri-Valley.”
I cursed as the wardens cuffed me. They dragged me out the side door, as I screamed, “You lying swine. You will go home to your wife and children. I will be amidst dopamine fiends at Tri-Valley. But you shall never know peace, wretched Judge.”
The judge shut his eyes, praying silently for this unjust world. He was curious about the OmniReason for this situation. He left his beta thoughts, dreaming of his grandma Marilyn’s peach pie, the bright orange fruits covered in sweet syrup with vanilla ice cream, complemented perfectly by rich crusts, and a glass of cold water, tickled slightly with lemon.
Chapter 10
OmniPrison Part Deux
OmniCidal Techno-Monkeys
I woke up in my cell at Tri-Valley. I remembered. Everything. For the past year, since I had picked up the blonde hitchhiker. I remember she resembled my baby Ashley. I gained my senses and resolved to do something powerful while I rotted in this OmniPrison, powerless to the power-crazy techno-monkeys running the asylum prison. They said to me, ‘Impulse Control’ is the difference between you and me. Yet I feel no impulses, only movement, only the desire for vengeance upon the universe, for stealing the only two utterly positive things in my life. I had nothing to wake me up in the morning, except their absence.
I felt the OmniCidal techno-monkey killers rotate their gait by my gilded cell the doctors called my room. In their footsteps I felt the weight of their destruction. I knew they all went home and carved dead animals for their techno-monkey children. Their beautiful offspring, love of their lives, started with an orgasm, born naked following the light through their dark birth canal.
This reality is truly felt. It is really happening to us. It is not just a dream, however much it seems. These curves can’t contain our feelings. Everything matters to someone. Usually that someone is your OmniSelf. You walk around carrying your universe on your shoulders. As the doctors wrote dia-gnosis labels on the doors of the drugged bodies without the live to will, they thanked GOD that their Mody gave them self-control. A techno-monkey doctor came to Tri Valley during the day to earn green paper, scribbled within black lines on dead poplar paper slices, and returned home to kiss their wife.
Another techno-monkey came late last night, and walked in uninvited. Her name was Dethany Phera, a young doctor. Her night-colored hair resembled my long black locks. She had never said anything to me, always walking by me in grand silence. Now she wanted to talk, “The difference between you and I is NOT impulse control.”
Piqued, I opened my eyes a bit, squinting in half-respect. What in the name of my OmniSelf did Dethany desire to devour?
Dethany sat down on my bench. “The difference between you and I, Katabaz, is that I get away with reality. As a professor, you understood the physical universe better than most techno-sapiens alive today. But your grief shattered your intelligent personality. On your way to building an international franchise, fate stabbed your heart. A heart broken could not unify your shattered mind.”
Dr. Phera paused for good measure, and smiled reassuringly at me. She had no crow’s feet. These wretched curves cannot describe the youthful beauty and exotic complexion. I should have chosen dermatology.
I smiled back, because it was nice to have someone treat me like a real human being with needs of love. The Sunlight enhanced her golden brown locks through my lone window. A quiet emptiness filled my being and I felt at peace with myself, for the first time in at least a year. Then I remembered my two babies. Burnt napalm scraped my smell bulb.
O Nightmarish Confuniverse! Why do you torture me with your lies?
She continued, stopping my mental torture. “You failed to get away with your carerrorist road trip. If you hadn’t lost your objective impulse control in the middle of that gas station, you could have channeled your anger into exercise. What if you had directed your grief into purposeful action valued by society? Instead you caused billions of dollars in physical destruction, and never-ending priceless tears.”
I could not logically respond to Dethany. My short-circuited emotions racked my conscious reason with the thought of my babies, and intense shocks racked my mind. But I managed to show no external emotion. I didn’t want to encourage Dr. Phera by exposing my feelings. She really knew how to rub salt in your wound. Paid to be a socially acceptable conversationalist with socially unacceptable people, she did nothing but remind me of my horrific life.
I really wished I had a better handle on my mind. Does she realize I was not in control of my Mody during my carerrorist road trip? Since the blur in my head cleared, I now remembered some horrible experiences during the road trip, but I remembered no choice. I was just a meta-observer to a super process. Something else controlled my body. I remembered watching my OmniSelf explode in hate and pain, until my memory fizzled out. I wished I could remember where I was. I knew it was important.
Getting no visceral response, Dr. Phera sighed and walked out of the room, saying, “Have a good sleep, I’ll see you Thursday.”
Joseph Spoey came to visit me the next day, preferring to stay outside the door, for fearing my lukewarm vengeance. I knew in my heart that Joseph Spoey had drugged me with psychotic poison, causing Ashley’s death and carerrorist road trip. Spoey wanted my family and me to die, so he could be twice as rich. Joseph Spoey would never be able to dissuade me otherwise, even with all his calculated charm and insistent denials.
Ironically David Spoey, son of Joseph Spoey, was one of the psychiatrists at Tri Valley. He even taught my old abnormal psych class at OSU. I shuddered to imagine his description of me during the section on DID/MPD. David had brown hair and piercing green eyes. At least he was genuine in his care for the feral patients here. David didn’t see us as subhuman. He didn’t talk down to us. He saw everyone in society as crazy. I think I fascinated David, because he often took time from his private psychiatric practice to visit me at Tri-Valley. Obviously I still hated him for being Spoey’s son.
“What is my diagnosis today, David?” I shooed away a gnat.
David smiled and said, “I didn’t make your dia-gnosis. Dana, the forensic psychologist, diagnosed you with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder.”
With silence I responded. David continued, “I know that you think that you have OmniPersonalOrder (OPO). I know this. You believe you have OPO, as an ever-changing holographic manifestation of the OmniGod. I know, because I’ve read your secret papers. You believe there is no such thing as stable personalities, only the ability to coordinate chaos into order in a universe of unending OmniChange. You believe perceptual illusion is the final truth. And maybe everyone has OPO. But you must understand this. The state does not officially recognize God. Modern Western society is founded on secular LAW. One of the foundations of modern Western society is the separation of church and state. We do not live under rule of God, under a Godarchy. We live under the rule of people in this OmniCapitalist Democracy. You hurt and even destroyed many people. Our democratic society necessitates protection from the destructive individual that you became on your road trip of carerror.”
I wanted to punch Dr. Spoey for his blasphemy, but I restrained my anger. NO GOD? Who is the Generator? Who is the Operator? Who is the Destroyer? These arrogant techno-monkeys hallucinate the GOD-Power of the OmniCapitalist, as their own. They have nothing of their OWN except their Mody on lease. I bet I could use Dr. Spoey to escape from this OmniPrison called Tri Valley.
I feigned milky sarcasm, “Gee, thanks Dr. Spoey, for those essential insights and deep thoughts. I’m going to bed now.”
David waved his wand. “Hold on, Katabaz. I haven’t finished yet. All sane techno-sapiens obey the Laws of the Psiarchy. They worship the white shadow elites. They desired to impress the holons above them in the Omni-Hierarchy. That is why they compete for Wealth Power and Love. By following the rules of the cultural realm, they power the religion of social order. The same religion followed by the businessmen, politicians, soldiers, media, lawyers, doctors, priests, engineers, and the teachers. On this Omni-capitalist globe, acting in this Omni-Reality Show, everyone must find, understand, and fulfill a profitable social role. What happened to your business model Katabaz?”
I ignored his teasing and replied, “You don’t even know the Omni-Capitalist. Sometime in the future you will meet HIM, the Omni-Capitalist. Everything in the Universe capitalizes on ONE GomniCapitalist to exist. GOD owns us all, and he lends our powers to us. We may only work within the parameters of God’s Mind. God is the ultimate Psiarchist, using his self-knowledge to create the ultimate business, which we naively call the Universe.”
“Katabaz, stop talking crazy…”
“No, I will never stop strangling death as long as I am alive. I live to fulfill God’s purpose, and then I will leave this realm of eternal death, to meet my loved ones in the realm of Eternal Life.”
Dr. Spoey sighed, walking out of the room: “Fairy tales won’t save you, Katabaz.”
As I closed my eyes, thoughts filled my mind. My role is to stay in this OmniPrison. I didn’t create this world, but I am forced to create my reality within it. It is not so bad, at least I get free lodging, and I can sit here and think my mind away, writing down the ideas I manage to grab swirling into the memory hole. I have no close family, as Mary remains in the coma. Maybe when she wakes up she will want to read my textual pain. My mind screamed as I drifted asleep, “Don’t forget!” You have to remember this tomorrow. But here I am, awake again, and I cannot recall for the life of me. Slamming my head against the bleached walls, I curse myself for losing control, wishing I could reverse my life to bring my lovers back to life. I longed to regain my official sanity in this omni-delic EVOLOVE of the dialectic dual Unity, the OmniCommerce of God.
I don’t know from where these words spring. In my heart of hearts, I wished I could tell what was real, and what was the phiction of my shattered mind. I wished I could stabilize my true personality of Dr. Katabaz Theodix- the psych professor, the ambitious entrepreneur, the fun-loving joker. But the trauma of Death weighs heavy on my mind. I can think only of GOD and his unknowable Omni-Reason. I needed peace of mind and I couldn’t accomplish anything without a clear mind. A small part of me wanted to forget the past, to renew myself for my young daughter Ashley. Was this small part my true self, the core kernel of Katabaz? I felt a glimmer of hope to fulfill my life. Yet I soon lost this streak of pseudo-optimism. The past was infinite, and my phuture dark. I knew nothing but destruction, as everything I created had been annihilated. I needed to find my true self and nail it down, to get a handle on my total confusion.
I cannot bring back the past in the blurry present. The future brings alive even past spirits. I am just one personality array in Eva’s MPDeity, choosing to continue life’s struggle in the Omni-Reality Show. The Psiarchy consolidates their victory, creating a scientific global dictatorship through Omni-Capitalism. I laud their forces as I respect their ruthless power, even imprisoned within their Ultimate Game. My parents taught me respect.
In the following months, David Spoey came to Tri-Valley three times a week. He became more fascinated with my stories about his psychology students at Ohio State. I told the story of launching the OmniBar with David’s father Joseph. Dr. Spoey wanted to know why I blamed his father Joseph for my downfall. But I refused to tell him. I knew in his heart that Joseph had long warped my mind, causing me to go insane, crash into the pick-up truck, killing my daughter and wife on the freeway. I knew Joseph had laced my hospital food with datura, PCP, or some other Psycho-Pharma.
Going through the motions of the daily activities; playing Sorry, Jenga, and Monopoly during game time, playing the piano during music time, and smoking American Spirit cigarettes during yard time. These DruPhictions of my OmniSelf calmed my tortured mind. These DruPhictions sustained my body, addicted to energy, air, water, and phood. In the third person, I thanked the taxpayers and the sun for sustaining Katabaz.
Smirking at his schizophrenic friends smoking like fiends, Katabaz wanted to lie down in the grass. Closing his eyes I went deep into a golden daydream, imagining myself swimming through clear blue water off the pristine white sand beach of Kauai Island, my last vacation. I saw turtles and schools of colorful fish darting amidst the endless bubbles. Through the clear water, fiery Sol in the blue sky penetrated my skin with ultra-violent radiation. I surfaced and spotted Melinda and Mary lounging on the white sand. I walked towards them.
Suddenly two techno-monkey white coats appeared behind my ladies, their devious eyes devoid of color. They brandished loops of barbed wire. I screamed frantically, bolting towards their beach chairs, “Look out behind you. Mary-Melinda Run!” But the wake drowned my warnings, giggling at Daddy sprinting towards them.
Staring into my distant eyes, the two techno-monkey killers slipped the barbed wire around the necks of my ladies. Only a hundred yards away, I saw scarlet drops emerge from their beautiful necks. The blood rolled down their bosoms, and I screamed in utter rage. As I lunged to strike the techno-monkey wire-assassins, God ripped a tiny black hole in my vision. This pixilated hole swirled and tore apart the scene, engulfing me in a dark watery vortex.
Dr. Spoey’s laughter was the last thing I remembered before I awoke to five guards restraining Katabaz’s body in violent seizures. They took me back to my room, forced a straitjacket on my body, and slammed my cell, adored by none.
The violent vision awakened my passion for freedom. I planned an implausible route of escape, using Dr. David Spoey as a hostage. I would pretend to enjoy David’s psycho-rambles. Each day I kept a cigarette and extracted the nicotine with mouthwash during restroom breaks. Drops of pure nicotine kill men. But I didn’t want to kill David. I wanted him as a hostage. I fashioned three knives out of plastic silverware.
The next day, right on schedule, David Spoey arrived at Tri Valley. I spiked David’s coffee with his nicotine extract, sending David into paroxysms. I jumped across the table and held my knife to his neck. Flashing my knife, I forced the guard to open the door. I dragged Spoey through the maze of Tri Valley, passing frightened doctors and confused inmates.
I threatened them all, “Get out of the way or he dies!”
Finally I dragged him to the first gate, staffed by Godu, the monstrous black guard.
I yelled, “Godu, open the door or I’ll slit his throat!”
Godu said, “Calm down Katabaz. I’m opening it now.”
The door buzzed and I opened it, breaking into the sunlight of freedom. ApSoLucipHelio smiled on me for one glorious moment of terrestrial euphoria.
Within seconds the OmniCidal Techno-Monkeys surrounded me with automatic weapons. My heart dropped. I had forgotten to make escape plans from the parking lot. I looked around at the huge pine trees sprawled along the parking lot edges, framing the blue sky that held ApSoLucifer, the mischievous power source of us all. HelioSol urged me to run free. I dropped David Spoey and sprinted toward the main road.
I felt a Spo-dart pierce my skin. Immediately DruPharma fogged his mind, as he felt the familiar opiate-blur, one of the techno-monkeys’ favorite hypnotics.
He saw a security guard standing over him. He kicked Katabaz’s stomach. That is for poisoning Dr. Spoey. They threw me back into my cell and slammed the heavy door. I curled up into the fetal position and wept on the floor, forever doomed to stay in the OmniPrison, until the glorious day when I merged again with universal One. I lamented my failure to overpower the systems of Tri-Valley techno-monkeys. Maybe they really are techno-sapiens, and I am the techno-monkey in one of their OmniCells.
Power sucks both ways.
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Chapter 11
Omnicidal Techno-monkeys
Dr. Phera, my favorite techno-sapien, pounded at the door, and accompanied Melinda into my room. I was speechless, unable to move my mind. It was Ashley, my beautiful daughter.
I asked her, “Ashley, where is your mother Mary? And what is with that bulging white coat?”
Melinda looked confused, “I’m not Ash…”
Dr. Phera grabbed Melinda’s wrist: “Just play along, Melinda. You actually resemble Ashley strongly. She had your long blonde hair.”
Melinda ignored her advice, “I am not Ashley. I am Melinda. My coat contains an array of explosives. We are busting you out of this joint, Kata. Now get your stuff!”
What a great dream this was: Ashley has come to take me to freedom! “Dear Ashley, I need nothing from this wretched cell. Let’s go!”
The crowd of doctors parted to let Melinda through, followed by Dr. Phera and I.
We climbed into a black SUV.
I asked them, “What will you do with me Dr. Phera?”
“I just rescued you, so please call me Dethany.”
“Okay Dethany, what are you doing here? You will lose your job. You should have let Ashley come alone. She’s an adult- she can take care of herself.”
Dethany shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t have a choice. Every fiber in my being tells me to help you, even though I know I shall pay for this choice with my life.”
Katabaz scratched his head. This dream seemed ridiculous. “I have another question. Why is no one following us?”
Melinda held her palms up. “Because I planted explosives in seven locations. The techno-monkeys know that if they follow us, I will remotely trigger explosives.”
As they entered the highway, I snapped out of it. Suddenly it became clear. To succeed in this Universe of the Omni-Capitalist, a techno-sapien must capitalize on every situation, wisely applying force at strategic points. I must take opportunities as they come. Dethany Phera was my only friend. Dr. Phera had brought Ashley back to my life. I looked at the date: November 25, 2001. Katabaz vowed to work with Dr. Phera and Ashley, to become the most powerful techno-sapiens in the universe.
Chapter 12
The OmniDream
I awoke in a cold sweat. I felt Dethany sleeping next to me. She stirred and said, “Katabaz go back to sleep, everything is okay.” I wished I could remember my dreams. I know they are important. I checked my Omny. 2 AM on November 25, 2043. My location: Malakahari Island.
Suddenly, I had a blurry recollection, of Ashley’s blonde hair, resting on a bulging white coat. I knew the coat contained something important, but I could not recreate the dream sequence.
I felt driven by a force I could not control. A wave of bitterness swept my mind, and I saw Alpha Merica’s smirk in my mind. That impudent creep! Alpha Merica had mastered the company that I, Katabaz Theodix, had created. Alpha was the Master of MY Business. I would die before I allowed him to win this poWar. Winning the ultimate game of immortality couldn’t compare to my desire to annihilate Alpha.
I crept out of bed, put on some clothes, and climbed into my OmniPlane. I synched my Omny with the OmniPlane. My destination was Alpha’s house in Columbus, Ohio. The Omny calculated a flying time of 4 hours from Malakahari, just in time to intercept the morning staff at Alpha’s house.
I knew what I must do. I must eliminate Alpha, my only competition for the title of the most powerful techno-sapien. I felt driven by a power I could not control.
Alpha Merica had mastered the company I, Katabaz, had created. Alpha was now the Master of MY Business. But not for long!
What is the first LAW of power? The first LAW is Respect the Master. But rules KAT didn’t like. The master of my life, I had nothing left to lose. I landed my OmniPlane down the street from Alpha’s house. A colorful sunrise peaked above the horizon. I waited for Alpha’s cooking staff to pull down the street.
Around the corner I saw an OmniPod traveling toward Alpha’s house. Waving my arms frantically, I flagged the driver, screaming for help. When the OmniPod stopped, I shot a Pharma Dart into the cook’s neck. The cook slumped down and I quickly put on his clothes, taking the cook’s Omny for its entry codes.
I smirked to my OmniSelf, “I guess Alpha won’t be having his usual breakfast.”
The cook’s Omny codes opened Alpha’s door. I crept into Alpha’s house, perfectly disguised as Chen’s egg wizard Denny. This was too easy! I can’t believe I hadn’t done this sooner. I found Alpha’s door slightly ajar and tiptoed inside.
Silently I approached Alpha’s bed.
Pulling out a crescent shaped blade, I whispered, “Alpha Merica, I slove you so much, that I must kill you.”
Alpha’s eyes popped open in disbelief, “But I killed you!”
I sliced Alpha’s throat without pausing and blood spurted onto the white bed-sheets. I dipped my finger in Alpha’s blood. I licked it and tasted warm revenge. Katabaz drove my blade into Alpha’s heart. I shed a tear for myself and for all my accidental enemies.
Isabella awoke shrieking. She wielded their secret Omni-Gun and instantly unloaded a metal storm of thirty rounds into my body. I wore body armor, but laser-targeted rounds plowed through to riddle my insides with hot lead. I fell on top of Alpha. Isabella kicked my convulsing body off Alpha’s bed and onto the floor.
Sposeph wailed in fear, crawling in a pool of his father’s blood. Before my eyes closed for the last time, Katabaz grimaced and said, “Mama, the little one hurts.”
Isabella pumped five more rounds into the evil villain’s head. She grabbed Sposeph from the bloody bed and frantically dialed 911 for an ambulance. Waiting for medical help, she bemoan Alpha’s undeserved fate. The only condolence was Katabaz’s lifeless body. Her OmniTect confirmed the blood had DNA of Katabaz. This was no decoy. At least Katabaz could never touch their baby SpoSeph. Alpha would be happy. Isabella clutched Alpha’s body, feeling his warmth, and wailed for his cruel fate. A bad man slaughtered Alpha, after a life lived seeking only the good of God.
Chapter 13
OmniReality Show
“Cut! Okay, that’s a wrap people. Good work everyone! Now don’t forget to hit the after-party.” The two directors, Mic Swilm and Brian Masters, praised everyone for their hard work and retreated into their editing studio.
Katabaz and Alpha left the holo-video Studio. Stepping outside, they indulged in a strawberry-flavored caffeine Pharmizer, relishing its stimulating strawberry aqua-mist. They reflected on their first holo-movie collaboration.
Katabaz stuck out his hand to Alpha, “I forgive you, my friend.”
Alpha feigned a handshake, laughing, “I’m no sucker, Katabaz.”
Katabaz cringed his nose, “Our first collaboration, the OmniCapitalist, conflated too many topics. It is way too contrived to have universal appeal. We didn’t have the right framework to accomplish what we wanted to. Katabaz said. “We must remember our holo-visual goal- to unify humanity through intelligent transport. We can do better next time.”
Alpha smiled and said: “Don’t worry Katabaz. The OmniCapitalist is mindless eye-candy for everyone. It is a good starting place for our global tour. It’s not too controversial. The OmniCapitalist’s intriguing stories will absorb audiences’ attention. It might not unify the globe through layering intelligent solar transport (LIST). Manifespo is phiction. We didn’t try to capture objective reality, and we know this. We merely created illusions, the final truth of our creative perception. Illusions are only delusions if you believe these black curves, these words, these social symbols, if you believe they hold meaning outside of our interpretation. In our next collaboration, we shall switch the angle of attack and figure out the reason for the semantic blockage. We will overcome the energy barriers with a SpoRitual spark.”
Katabaz smiled and pulled two clear polymer tubes from his pocket, filled with a cranberry liquid. He gave one to Alpha: “Cheers to your OmniTruth, Alpha Merica. This whole movie is merely the ultimate video game played by GoD, the Omni-Capitalist on whom all Existence capitalizes. sHe owns us all. Who cares about OmniTruth, when you are addicted to currency, right?”
Alpha sipped on the cranberry drink, savoring its tart sweetness.
Katabaz looked up to the sky, breaking the fifth wall, addressing the OmniCapitalist, “In this first collaboration we went easy on your mind. We decided to give you an easy introduction to the future reality of Psiarchy. Our word artists will continue this OmniReality Show, in which the scientists build the transport OmniGrid, and the businessmen create the flawless OmniMarket. This first installment of Techno-Monkeys is basically bright shining lies- MUG delusions of OmniSelf. None of it happened as we said, and none of it will happen so. Yet these lies captured your attention. You thought you saw truth within the bloody blade of chaos. You are excused for your OmniFaith.
Alpha looked straight into the holo-camera, destroying the fourth wall once again. “Our second collaboration will be real, and be warned, it won’t be for anyone. Everyone will shun its words like care. We will write our own scripts, instead of letting the OmniBots throw colors together. We want balls to the wall, Raw Truth. Fiction exists inside this brutal reality. In the OmniFiction of our lives, we have the free will of self-control. Who has complete control of the universe, but GOD? You have to give your body back to God after you lose the ultimate game of life, but your mind lives on in curves. This must be fiction to be relatively real. Absolutely Akashic non-fiction would remember everything of every OmniSelf in the OmniCapitalist. This isn’t quite possible.” Alpha paused to finish the strawberry Pharmizer.
Katabaz pointed at the holo-camera, “Most people can’t even own their own body. I won’t spare any punches. They all come from the same place and end up in the same place. Take a Ride on the Universal Omni-Train. Don’t let me derail your thought train. Deliberate Confidence self-creates success. From the universe, through the universe, back into the universe; witness the triadic pattern of generation, operation, and destruction. Fiction is a broken mirror reflecting real glints of lawful OmniTruth. In the next Katabazian phiction, we won’t write in this flowery style, redolent with lies. If you so dare, I will force you through a katabasis into the dark depths of my OmniSelf. I won’t leave out the ugly truths. I will tell you the whole story. You must decipher the codes of reality, or else it will program you with secret meanings. Feel the OmnaTension, embroidered on an infinite scale.”
Alpha took his lead, “Our second collaboration will stimulate your entire sensory and perceptual array, instead of this intellectual cluster of crap called the OmniCapitalist. If we bored you, I apologize. If I offended you, please forgive me, and return to sleep. Yet I could not expose you to our second collaboration, unless you can handle the bits of intensity in the OmniCapitalist. Our second living collaboration will carry Raw Truth, of money sex love death drugs carerror war gangs aliens monsters weapons sports spaceships OmniPlanes and rosebuds. You might choose to read it, if you believe it will increase your happiness or decrease your pain. I can’t reach anyone outside my Omni-Self. Please help me find what I’m looking for.”
Katabaz blew strands of his long black hair away from his eyes. Into Omny, I entered one last paragraph. “Worry not, dear reader. This ending slope will let you down softly. You have seen nothing yet. You are living in the past. Get into the future and laugh with the love of your past. You have graduated into the second grade of the OmniVersity. Now you must connect your own curves in the OmniReal-ationship.”
I dedicate the newly structurally edited, omni's old,
The Omni Trilogy to My Family & Friends,
and most specifically / especially Uncle Joe, Aunt Becky,
Ashley Hach, Cannon, and Marilyn Broderick.
