Showing posts with label Robot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robot. Show all posts

Sunday 16 October 2022

The People of The Toaster-Oven Nation

PHILLIPA
When people of good conscience have an honest dispute, 
we must still sometimes resort to this kind 
of adversarial system. 

RIKER
You just want me to prove that Data is a mere machine. 
I can't do that because I don't believe it.
 I happen to know better. So I'm 
neither qualified nor willing. 
You're going to have to find someone else. 

PHILLIPA
Then I will rule summarily 
based upon my findings :
 Data is A Toaster. 
Have him report to 
Commander Maddox immediately 
for experimental refit. 




 [ Groaning ] [ Snarling ] [ Christie ] Get off me! [ Grunts ] Johner! Get off me! Get off me! Aaah! Johner! Die, m*therf*cker! Do it, man! [ Snarls ] Hey! [ Snarls ] [ Screeches ] [ Gasps ] Real nice party, ain't it? [ Groaning ] [ Grunts ] [ Groaning, Sobbing ] Christie! Christie! Christie! No! Christie! What are you doing? Don't do it! Don't! We can make it! No! [ Screams ] [ Groaning, Sobbing ] Damn! [ Grunting ] [ Breathing Erratically ] [ Alarm Beeping ] [ Grunts ] 

This way. Come on! 

Baby, am I glad to see you. 

I was sure that asshole got you. 
Are you hurt? 

I'm fine. 

You got body armor on? 

Yeah. Come on. 

Ripley-8 :
You took it in the chest. I saw it. 

[ Chuckles

You're A Robot? Son ofa bitch! 
Our little Call is just full of surprises. 

Ripley-8 :
I should have known — 
No Human Being is that humane

I thought Synthetics were supposed 
to be all logical and sh1t. 
You're just a big old psycho, girl. 

You're A Robot? 


Vriess
 :
You're Second-Gen, aren't you? 
You're an Auton - 
Robots, designed by robots, right? 


Hah! Oh, yeah. 
That's right. I remember. 
Now, they were supposed to revitalise 
The Synthetic Industry.
Instead, they buried it. [ Chuckles

They didn't like being 
told What to Do. 

Government ordered a recall. 
Now, I heard— I had— 
I had heard... 
that only a few - just a few-
had gotten out intact
Man, I never, never thought 
that I would see one! 

Great. She's a toaster oven. 
Can we leave now? 

[ Distephano Laughing ] 

Ripley-8 :
How long before we land? 


Distephano :
Just under two hours. 

Johner :
Hey, Vriess. You got a socket wrench? 
Maybe she just needs an oil change. 

FATHER : 
I'm sorry. Access denied. 

Johner :
I can't believe I almost fucked it. 


Vriess :
Yeah, like you never fucked a robot! 

[ Ripley ] 
You know, if Wren gets in the computer, he could really screw us. 

Johner
We gotta find a terminal. 

No, there's no console on this level. 
We'd have to go back. 

Well, we can't go back. 
And I don't know any 
of Wren's access codes. 

Ripley-8 :
Help Me. Call. 

Call :
No. I can't. 

Right.  You're the new-model droid. 
You can access the mainframe by remote. 

No, I can't. I burned my 
modem. We all did. 

Ripley-8 :
Call, you can still patch in manually
You know that. 

Distephano :
There's ports in the chapel, up there. Call. 

Call crosses herself in front of the altar

Ripley-8 :
You're programmed for that? 


Don't make me do this. 

Ripley-8 :
Don't make me make you. 


[ Sighs ] I don't want to go in there. 
It's like my insides are liquid. 
It's like I’m not real. 

Ripley-8 :
Get over it. You can blow the ship before it reaches Earth... and kill them all. 


[ Sniffles ] 

Ripley-8 :
Just give us time to get out first. 


Damn it. 

Ripley-8 :

Anything? 

Hold on. 

ComputerVoice :
Breach in Sector 7, Sector 3. Sector 9 unstable. 
Engines operating at 41 %. 
Eighty-six minutes until Earth dock. 

[ Sighs ] 
 Normal Voice 
We burned too much energy. 
I can't make critical mass. 
I can't blow it. 

Ripley-8 :
Then crash it. 


[ Grunting ] [ Grunting ] Yeah. [ Gasping ] [ Grunting ] 
I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I feel good. 

Call: Computer Voice :
Ground level recalibrated. New destination: 7-6-0-4-0-3. Uninhabited quadrant. 
Braking systems off-lined. 
Acceleration increase. 
Time until impact now 
43 minutes, 8 seconds. 
Try to clear us a path to the Betty... 
and start her up. [ Normal Voice ] Okay. [ Whirring, Beeping ] [ ComputerVoice ] Please wait. Emergency override in console 45V, Level 1. [ Gasps ] [ Normal Voice ] 
It's Wren. He's almost at the Betty. 

[ Beeping ] [ Buzzes ] [ Powering Down ] 
Father, locate the power drain. 
Report. Father? 
Father! 

[ Call Over Speaker ] 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Father's Dead, asshole. 
Intruder on Level 1. 
All Aliens, please proceed to Level 1. 


Ripley-8 :
You got a mean streak. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
[ GroansDamn it. 

Let me see. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Don't touch me. 

Ripley-8 :
Come on. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
You must think this is pretty funny. 

Ripley-8 :
I'm finding a lot of things funny lately, 
but I don't think that they are.

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
 Why do you go on living? 
How can you stand being what you are

Ripley-8 :
Not much choice. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
At least there's a part of you that's Human. 
[ Sighs ] I'm just— Look at me. I'm disgusting


Ripley-8 :
Why did you come here? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
To kill you, remember? 
Before the recall, I accessed The Mainframe. 
Every dirty little covert op The Government 
ever dreamed of is in there. 
And this - You, The Aliens, 
even The Crew from the Betty 
I knew if they succeededit would 
be The End of Them. 

Ripley-8 :
Why do you care what happens to Them? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Because I'm programmed to. 

Ripley-8 :
You're programmed to be an asshole
You're the new asshole model 
They're putting out? Come on. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
I couldn't watch 'em do it. 
I couldn't let 'em annihilate themselves. 
Do you understand that? 

Ripley-8 :
I did, once. I tried to Save... People
It didn't work out
There was this girl. She had bad dreams. 
I tried to help her. She died
Now I can't even remember her name. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
I guess we're almost there.

Ripley-8 :
Right. 

[ Ripley-8 Sighs

Ripley-8 :
Do You Dream? 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
 I — Well, we have 
neuroprocessors that — Yes

Ripley-8 :
When I sleep, I dream 
about Themit
Every night. All around me, in me. 
I used to be afraid to dream, 
but I'm not anymore. 

Call of The Toaster-Oven Nation :
Why

[ Ripley-8 chuckles ] 

Ripley-8 :
Because no matter how bad 
the dreams get, when I wake up, 
it's always worse

Distephano :
It's not so far now! 
God, I'm so tired. 

Johner :
Sleep when you die, man. 
Oh, no. This is bad, right? 

I think we're near the nest. 
Well, then we'll go another way. 

We don't have time. 

We got nearly 90 minutes. 

Not anymore. 

What are you saying? 
What did you do, robot? 
Let's go. Come on. Hey! 

You want to die here 
with your little brothers 
and sisters, that's cool! 
But I plan to live past today! 
If this little hunk of plastic is pulling any sh1t, I'm gonna kill her! Kill you! 
Does that computeOr do I have 
to draw you a schematic? 

Ripley-8 grabs him by the tongue — 
[ Gagging

Ripley-8 :
Hey! You want another souvenir? 

[ Gagging Continues

Ripley-8 :
How far are the docks? 


A h-hundred yards.

Saturday 15 October 2022

Robots





The Great Intelligence :
The Doctor lives his life in 
darker hues, day upon day, 
and he will have other names 
before The End. 
The Storm, The Beast, 
The Valeyard.

Even if any of this were true, 
which I take the liberty of doubting
how did you come by this information?

I AM Information.






DOCTOR: 
I don't like it. 
There's something happening 
on this mountain. 
I can feel it. 

JAMIE: 
Here, you're giving me the willies. Come on. 

(Meanwhile, two Yeti are approaching the cave. The one carrying the control sphere stands outside while the other goes back down the mountain. Travers is still watching, and sees Songsten and his escort approach the cave. Songsten takes the sphere from the Yeti, which leaves. Then he goes into the cave alone, leaving three Yeti standing guard.

JAMIE: 
Look, Doctor. 

(The TARDIS is guarded by a Yeti. 
The Doctor and Jamie take cover behind a rock.)

DOCTOR: 
I thought we'd been too lucky. 

JAMIE: 
What now? 

DOCTOR: 
I don't know. We've got to get 
to The TARDIS somehow. 

JAMIE: 
Aye, well you can't frighten 
one of those things away. 

DOCTOR: 
No. 

JAMIE: 
I wonder what he's waiting for? 

DOCTOR: 
Hmm? 

JAMIE: 
Well, he couldn't have known 
we were coming. 

DOCTOR: 
It's a robot, Jamie. 
It merely follows instructions.

JAMIE: 
Who's giving them? 

DOCTOR: 
That we shall have to 
find out, won't we?

JAMIE:
Get down, Doctor!


[Inner Sanctum]
PADMASAMBHAVA: 
Oh, Great Intelligence
have I served you well? 

After so many years, can I feel the grip 
of Your Power loosen? 

How long before your 
Great Experiment begins 
and I can rest? So soon? 
I am not sorry. 

What of the others? 

It will be done. 
Songsten is making 
final preparations.


[Cave]
(The rockfall has been cleared, 
and the spheres are now arranged in a circle. 
Songsten places the transparent pyramid 
in the middle and leaves. 
The pyramid pulsates with light. 
Outside, Travers watches Songsten 
and his escort leave. When they are out of sight, 
Travers goes into the cave.)




[Outside the Tardis]

DOCTOR: 
Yes. 

JAMIE: 
Have you thought up some 
clever plan, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: 
Yes, Jamie, I believe I have. 

JAMIE: 
What are you going to do? 

DOCTOR: 
Bung a rock at it. 

JAMIE: 
Oh, be serious, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: 
Jamie, I am. 

(The Doctor throws a rock at The TARDIS.) 

JAMIE: 
Hey, no, Doctor. 

(The Yeti does not move.

DOCTOR: 
There you are, you see? 
Just as I thought. 
It can't see and 
it can't feel. Come on.

JAMIE: 
Don't be daft, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: 
Well. it's quite all right, Jamie. 
It's like those three back there. 
It's either switched off or 
not receiving. Come along. 

JAMIE: 
Are you sure it's quite safe? 

DOCTOR: 
Well, quite frankly, no, Jamie.
But there's only one way 
of finding out.




(The Doctor goes up to the Yeti and touches it, 
then listens to its chest.

JAMIE: 
Don't, Doctor. You might 
switch it on. 

DOCTOR: 
No, I don't think so, Jamie. Yes, 
just as I thought. Now then. 

(The Doctor uses a screwdriver on the Yeti.) 

DOCTOR: 
Jamie, will you hold this flap open 
for me, please? Thank you. 

JAMIE: 
Hey you're taking an awful risk, Doctor. 

(The Doctor removes the control sphere.

DOCTOR: 
Well, I'm glad that's over. Catch. 

JAMIE: 
Hey, I just thought of something, Doctor. 
The Man that made these robots 
is very clever, right? 

DOCTOR: 
Yes. 

JAMIE: 
And yet we were able to walk right up to it 
and put it out of action just like that.

 DOCTOR: 
You mean, why didn't they build in 
some sort of protective device? 

JAMIE: Aye. 

DOCTOR: 
Well, perhaps they didn't think 
it was necessary
I mean, look at him. 
Would you walk up to a creature like that 
with just a screwdriver in your hand? 

JAMIE: 
No, I would not

DOCTOR: 
No, there you are. I'm really rather 
pleased with myself. 

(The Doctor goes into The TARDIS.)

Saturday 6 November 2021

Whatever You Believe Imprisons You.





Jim Garrison and the Illuminati 

Discordianism is in direct contradiction of the monotheory- mono theist foundations of Western religion, Western logic and Western law, all of which assume that there is one correct model that is true in all cases. People who are religious in the dogmatic Judaeo-Christian sense, logicians who haven't gotten to Godel's Proof yet, and lawyers of all sorts are the last persons on Earth to be able to appreciate the Discordian philosophy. 

Nonetheless, in a totally Quixotic way, Kerry Thornley, dragging his Discordian history behind him, insisted on getting himself involved in the Kennedy Assassination Mania of the '60s, and went straight to a lawyer — New Orleans D.A. Jim "The Jolly Green Giant" Garrison. He might as well have gone to a Thomist theologian. 

Kerry decided in 1967, after reading Mark Lane's Rush to Judgment and a few other of the Kennedy assassination books, that perhaps his old friend Lee Harvey Oswald hadn't killed the President after all; maybe there really was a conspiracy. Kerry naively went back to New Orleans and had several long talks with District Attorney Garrison, who had opened a new investigation which seemed to be uncovering such a conspiracy. 

Thornley and Jim Garrison did not make a good team together, to put it mildly. In fact, at their last interview, each told the other to go to hell. Discordianism and law do not mix. Kerry left New Orleans and angrily informed all his friends and correspondents that Garrison was an unscrupulous demagogue who was organizing a witch-hunt to excite the gullible and advance his own political career. Garrison's aides struck back with a series of ridiculous charges against Thornley. 

Naturally, I got drawn into the controversy. 

That was when I really began to understand how arbitrary are the reality-constructs of the average human nervous system. The establishment press was 100% anti-Garrison and denied all of his charges. The underground press was 100% pro-Garrison and supported all of his charges. In Leary's language, all the signals that could be organized into a "good" Garrison Gestalt were transmitted freely and omnidirectionally in the underground press game, while all signals suggestive of a "bad" Garrison, or inconsistent with a "good" Garrison, were smoothly, efficiently reserved for the Establishment press game. 

"My God," the Libertarian said to himself one day in early 1968, when this had become clear, "the left wing is as robotic as the right wing." (We apologize for our naivete in taking until 1968 to figure that out.) 

It certainly illustrated the first law of Discordianism: "Convictions cause convicts." Whatever you believe imprisons you. 

Thornley, as I had gotten to know him through the mails and then through visits, was a humorous, agnostic, libertarian person who was dogmatic about only two things: anarchism and pacifism. It was against his personal ethic to destroy life in any form. It was impossible for one to consider him seriously as a participant in a conspiracy to murder anybody. 

And yet, in the underground press, Thornley and the other Garrison suspects were pictured as a weird gang of homosexual Satanic C.I.A. Nazi fanatics. It was the McCarthyism of the '50s all over again, coming from the left this time. 

("There seem to be a lot of different realities going around these days," Abbie Hoffman said during the Democratic Convention horrors of 1968; that may well be the only intelligent thing he ever said.) 

From that time to this the Skeptic has made it a point to read one or two periodicals every month put out by some political or religious group he despises, just to see what sort of signals are being screened out by his habitual reality-maps. It is most educational. 

(Aleister Crowley and Bertrand Russell, respectively the outstanding mystic and the outstanding rationalist of the 20th Century, have also recommended this practice. It is one of the best ways to discover how Nasrudin's donkey—the self-metaprogrammer—works.) 


Meanwhile, Thornley discovered that Allan Chapman, of Texas, one of Garrison's aides, believed the JFK assassination was the work of the Bavarian Illuminati. Of course, I had been an expert on that subject (I thought) for a number of years, and Garrison's involvement in it encouraged me to enter the belief system that Garrison was a paranoid or a demagogue or both. There simply were no real Illuminati; it was all a rightwing fantasy-a sanitized version of the tired old Elders-of- Zion mythology. Although the underground press was absolutely fundamentalist in its allegiance to the Garrison Revelations, it was also intensely gullible and eager to believe all manner of additional conspiracy theories, the weirder the better. Most Discord ians, at this time, were contributors to underground newspapers all over the country. We began surfacing the Discordian Society, issuing position papers offering non-violent anarchist techniques to mutate our robot-society. One was our "PURSE" plan (Permanent Universal Rent Strike Exchange) in which everybody simply stops paying rent forever. (Can they dispossess us all into the Atlantic and Pacific?) Another was our "PUTZ" plan (Permanent Universal Tax Zap), in which everybody stops paying taxes. Along with this we planted numerous stories about the Discordian Society's aeon-old war against the sinister Illuminati. We accused everybody of being in the Illuminati— Nixon, Johnson, William Buckley, Jr., ourselves, Martian invaders, all the conspiracy buffs, everybody. We did not regard this as a hoax or prank in the ordinary sense. We still considered it guerrilla ontology. My personal attitude was that if the New Left wanted to live in the particular tunnel-reality of the hard-core paranoid, they had an absolute right to that neurological choice. I saw Discordianism as the Cosmic Giggle Factor, introducing so many alternative paranoias that everybody could pick a favorite, if they were inclined that way. I also hoped that some less gullible souls, overwhelmed by this embarrassment of riches, might see through the whole paranoia game and decide to mutate to a wider, funnier, more hopeful reality-map. The distinguished poet Ed Sanders, author of Fuck God Up The Ass and other immortal works, once sent me an urgent message, warning, "There's nothing funny about the Illuminati. They're real!" I laughed immoderately, as the Fool always does before the doors of Chapel Perilous swing shut behind him. The Discordian revelations seem to have pressed a magick button. New exposes of the Illuminati began to appear everywhere, in journals ranging from the extreme Right to the ultra-Left. Some of this was definitely not coming from us Discordians. In fact, one article in the Los Angeles Free Press in 1969 consisted of a taped interview with a black phone-caller who claimed to represent the "Black Mass," an Afro-Discordian conspiracy we had never heard of. He took credit, on behalf of the Black Mass and the Discordians, for all the bombings elsewhere attributed to the Weather Underground. 

Other articles claimed the Illuminati definitely were a Jesuit conspiracy, a Zionist conspiracy, a bankers' conspiracy, etc., and accused such worthies as FDR, J. Edgar Hoover, Lenin, Aleister Crowley, Jefferson and even Charlemagne of being members of it, whatever it was. All this inspired Bob Shea and me to start work on the gigantic novel which finally emerged as the Illuminatus trilogy. We made The Discordians The Good Guys and The Illuminati The Bad Guys in an epic of convoluted treachery that satirized all conspiracy theories of Left and Right. 

A good omen early in the writing cheered us vastly. A search through the Discordian Archives revealed that the earliest of Discordian holy books—How the West Was Lost, by Maladypse the Younger (Greg Hill)—was originally printed, after office hours, on the Xerox machine of D.A. Jim Garrison, in summer 1963. (Greg's girlfriend was Garrison's secretary.) That would be about the time when Oswald was ordering the Carcano rifle and I was having my experience with the green man in the cornfield, and by this time we were all too sophisticated to dismiss such a pattern as "mere coincidence." Synchronicity, by Goddess, was afoot. . . and the weirdness was increasing. For instance, we Discordians had a mystic sign, like the Masons and everybody else. Ours was blandly lifted from good old Tory warmonger Winston Churchill; it was the V-for-Victory Winnie had used all through World War II. Of course, to us, it had special Discordian meanings: theV, being the Roman numeral for 5, illustrated the Law of Fives. The way the sign is made, with 2 fingers up and 3 bent down, exemplifies the hidden 23 within the Law of Fives. The fact that this sign is also used by Catholic priests in blessing and by Satanists in invoking the devil illustrates the essential ambiguity of all symbolism, or the Cosmic Giggle Factor. Between the first edition of the Principia Discordia, run off on Jim Garrison's Xerox machine in 1963, and the fourth edition, published by Rip-Off Press in Berkeley in 1969, only 3,125 copies of that basic Discordian text were ever distributed. Nonetheless, the V sign, somehow, got accepted by the whole counter-culture, especially circa 1966-70. One saw hundreds of thousands of protesters using it at the Pentagon demonstration in October 1967 and again at the Democratic convention of 1968. The odd part was that virtually nobody using it was aware that we Discordians had revived i t . . . The Pentagon itself, of course, is a sacred Discordian shrine, both because it is five-sided* and because the Byzantine bureaucracy there enshrined illustrates so wonderfully the basic Discordian sociological law enunciated by Kerry Thornley in The Gospel According to Fred: "Imposition of Order = Escalation of Chaos." I attended the Pentagon protest in October 1967—where the Yippies attempted to expel the Demon, Yog-Sothoth, by chanting, "Out, demon, out!" -and all of it, especially the V signs, seemed as if the Discordian version of surrealism was becoming a new political reality. The next year the Yippies ran a pig for President. A psychologist named Richard Ryan, in New Jersey, read some of the Discordian literature and wrote to tell me another 23 mindfuck. Ryan had overheard a psychiatrist, in a mental hospital where they both worked, giving a royal asschewing to a nurse who'd made a mistake. "When I say 23 c c , " the psychiatrist had shouted, "I want 23 cc.-not 24 cc." Ryan heard this on his way to visit a ward with chronic schizophrenics. When he entered the ward, one of the schizzies said to him, in a tone of anxiety, "Yes, yes, 23 cc."

Monday 18 October 2021

The Language of The Heart




“See, I keep meeting these people... 
I mean, just a few days ago... 

I met this man whom I greatly admire. He's a Swedish physicist. Gustav Bjornstrand. And he told me that he no longer watches Television... he doesn't read newspapers, and he doesn't read magazines. 


He's completely cut them out of his life... because he really DOES feel that we're living in some kind of Orwellian nightmare now... and that everything that you hear now contributes to turning you into A Robot

And when I was at Findhorn, i met this extraordinary English tree expert, who had devoted his life to saving trees. Just got back from Washington, lobbying to save the redwoods.

He's 84 years old, and he always travels with a backpack... 'cause he never knows where he's gonna be tomorrow. 

And when I met him at Findhorn, he said to me, "Where are you from?

I said, "New York.

He said, "Ah, New York. Yes, that's a very interesting place — Do you know a lot of New Yorkers who keep talking about the fact that they want to leave, but never do?" 

And I said, "Oh, yes." 

And he said, "Why do you think they don't leave?" 

I gave him different banal theories. 

He said,"Oh, I don't think it's that way at all." 

He said, "I think that New York is the new model for the new concentration camp, where The Camp has been built by The Inmates themselves and The Inmates are The Guards, and They have this Pride in This Thing They've Built. 

They've built their own prison.And so they exist in a state of schizophrenia where They are both guards and prisoners. 

And as a result, they no longer have, having been lobotomized the capacity to leave The Prison They've made or to even to See it as A Prison." 

And then he went into his pocket, and he took out A Seed for A Tree and he said, "This is A Pine Tree." 

He put it in my hand and he said,  "Escape, before it's too late." 

See, actually, for two or three years now, Chiquita and I have had this very unpleasant feeling that we really should get out. 

We really feel like Jews in Germany in the late '30s. Get out of here

Of course, the problem is where to go

'Cause it seems quite obvious that the whole world is going in the same direction. See, I think it's quite possible that the 1960s... represented the last burst of the human being before he was extinguished... and that this is the beginning of the rest of the future, now... and that from now on there'll simply be all these robots walking around... feeling nothing, thinking nothing. And there'll be nobody left almost to remind them... that there once was a species called a human being... with feelings and thoughts... and that history and memory are right now being erased... and soon nobody will really remember... that life existed on the planet. Now, of course, Bjornstrand feels that there's really almost no hope... and that we're probably going back to a very savage... lawless, terrifying period. 

Findhorn people see it a little differently. 

They're feeling that there'll be these pockets of light... springing up in different parts of the world... and that these will be, in a way, invisible planets on this planet... and that as we, or the world, grow colder... we can take invisible space journeys to these different planets... refuel for what it is we need to do on the planet itself... and come back. 

And it's their feeling that there have to be centers now... where people can come and reconstruct a new future for the world. And when I was talking to, Gustav Bjornstrand... he was saying that actually these centers are growing up everywhere now... and that what they're trying to do, which is what Findhorn was trying to do... and, in a way, what I was trying to do... I mean, these things can't be given names... but in a way, these are all attempts at creating a new kind of school... or a new kind of Monastery. 

And Bjornstrand talks about the concept of "reserves" islands of safety where history can be remembered... and the human being can continue to function... in order to maintain the species through a dark age. In other words, we're talking about an underground... which did exist in a different way during the Dark Ages... among the mystical orders of the church. And the purpose of this underground... is to find out how to preserve the light, life, the culture... how to keep things living, You see, I keep thinking that what we need... is a new language... a language of the heart... a language, as in the Polish forest, where language wasn't needed. Some kind of language between people that is a new kind of poetry... that's the poetry of the dancing bee that tells us where the honey is. And I think that in order to create that language... you're going to have to learn how you can go through a looking glass... into another kind of perception... where you have that sense of being united to all things... 
and suddenly you understand everything.”

Tuesday 1 December 2020

The Eight Systems of Consciousness



The Eight Systems of Consciousness, a summary
by Robert Anton Wilson - from Cosmic Trigger


"To understand neurological space, Dr. Leary assumes that the nervous system consists of eight potential circuits, or "gears," or mini-brains. 

Four of these brains are in the usually active left lobe and are concerned with our terrestrial survival; four are extraterrestrial, reside in the "silent" or inactive right lobe, and are for use in our future evolution. 

This explains why the right lobe is usually inactive at this stage of our development, and why it becomes active when the person ingests psychedelics (or engages in other right lobe activating practices.)" 

- Robert Anton Wilson

We will explain each of the eight "brains" briefly: I II III IV V VI VII VIII 
 
I. The Bio-Survival System
This invertebrate brain was the first to evolve (2 to 3 million years ago) and is the first activated when a human infant is born. It programs perception onto an either-or grid divided into nurturing-helpful Things (which it approaches) and noxious-dangerous Things (which it flees, or attacks). The imprinting of this circuit sets up the basic attitude of trust or suspicion which will ever after trigger approach or avoidance.
 
II. The Emotional-Territorial System
This second, more advanced bio-computer formed when vertebrates appeared and began to compete for territory (perhaps 500,000,000 B.C.). In the individual, this bigger tunnel-reality is activated when the DNA master-tape triggers the metamorphosis from crawling to walking. As every parent knows, the toddler is no longer a passive (bio-survival) infant but a mammalian politician, full of physical (and psychic) territorial demands, quick to meddle in family business and decision-making. Again the first imprint on this circuit remains constant for life (unless brainwashed) and identifies the stimuli which will automatically trigger dominant, aggressive behavior or submissive, cooperative behavior. When we say that a person is behaving emotionally, egotistically or 'like a two-year-old,' we mean that s/he is blindly following one of the tunnel-realities imprinted on this circuit.
 
III. The Time-Binding Semantic System
This third brain was formed when hominid types began to differentiate from other primate stock (circa 4-5 million B.C.) and is activated for the linear left-lobe functions of the brain, determines our normal modes of artifact-manufacture and conceptual thought, i.e., third circuit 'mind.'
 
It is no accident, then, that our logic (and our computer-design) follows either-or, binary structure of these circuits. Nor is it an accident that our geometry, until the last century, has been Euclidean. Euclid's geometry, Aristotle's logic and Newton's physics are meta-programs synthesizing and generalizing first brain forward-back, second brain up-down and third brain right-left programs.
 
IV. The Social-Sexual System
The fourth brain, dealing with the transmission of tribal or ethnic culture across generations, introduces the fourth dimension, time.
Since each of these tunnel-realities consists of biochemical imprints or matrices in the nervous system, each of them is specifically triggered by neuro-transmitters and other drugs.
 
Notice how drugs that stimulate the first four circuits, which are already activated, tend to be dangerously addictive, roughly ordered ascending from the first circuit.
 
To activate the first brain take an opiate. Mother Opium and Sister Morphine bring you down to cellular intelligence, bio-survival passivity, the floating consciousness of the newborn. (This is why Freudians identify opiate addiction with the desire to return to infancy.)
 
To activate the second tunnel-reality, take an abundant quantity of alcohol. Vertebrate territorial patterns and mammalian emotional politics immediately appear when the booze flows, as Thomas Nashe intuitively realized when he characterized the various alcohol states by animal labels: "ass drunk," "goat drunk," "swine drunk," "bear drunk," etc.
 
To activate the third circuit, try coffee or tea, a high-protein diet, speed or cocaine.
 
The specific neurotransmitter for circuit four has not been synthesized yet, but it is generated by the glands after pubescence and flows volcanically through the bloodstreams of adolescents.
 
None of these terrestrial drugs change basic biochemical imprints. The behaviors which they trigger are those which were wired into the nervous system during the first stages of imprint vulnerability. 
 
The circuit II drunk exhibits the emotional games or cons learned from parents in infancy. The circuit III "mind" never gets beyond the permutations and combinations of those tunnel-realities originally imprinted, or abstractions associated with the imprints through later conditioning. And so forth.
 
 
But all this Pavlovian-Skinnerian robotism changes drastically and dramatically when we turn to the right lobe, the future circuits and extraterrestrial chemicals. The four evolving future 'brains' are:
 
V. The Neurosomatic System
When this fifth "body-brain" is activated, flat Euclidean figure-ground configurations explode multi-dimensionally. Gestalts shift, in McLuhan's terms, from linear visual space to all-encompassing sensory space. A hedonic turn-on occurs, a rapturous amusement, a detachment from the previously compulsive mechanism of the first four circuits. I turned this circuit on with pot and Tantra.
 
This fifth brain began to appear about 4,000 years ago in the first leisure-class civilizations and has been increasing statistically in recent centuries (even before the Drug Revolution), a fact demonstrated by the hedonic art of India, China, Rome and other affluent societies. More recently, Ornstein and his school have demonstrated with electroencephalograms that this circuit represents the first jump from the linear left lobe of the brain to the analogical right lobe.
 
The opening and imprinting of this circuit has been the preoccupation of "technicians of the occult"--Tantric shamans and hatha yogis. While the fifth tunnel-reality can be achieved by sensory deprivation, social isolation, physiological stress or severe shock (ceremonial terror tactics, as practiced by such rascal-gurus as Don Juan Matus or Aleister Crowley), it has traditionally been reserved to the educated aristocracy of leisure societies who have solved the four terrestrial survival problems.
 
About 20,000 years ago, the specific fifth brain neurotransmitter was discovered by shamans in the Caspian Sea area of Asia and quickly spread to other wizards throughout Eurasia and Africa. It is, of course, cannabis. Weed. Mother Mary Jane.
 
It is no accident that the pot-head generally refers to his neural state as "high" or "spaced-out." The transcendence of gravitational, digital, linear, either-or, Aristotelian, Newtonian, Euclidean, planetary orientations (circuits I-IV) is, in evolutionary perspective, part of our neurological preparation for the inevitable migration off our home planet, now beginning. This is why so many pot-heads are Star Trek freaks and science fiction adepts. (Berkeley, California, certainly the Cannabis Capital of the U.S., has a Federation Trading Post on Telegraph Avenue, where the well-heeled can easily spend $500 or more in a single day, buying Star Trek novels, magazines, newsletters, bumper stickers, photographs, posters, tapes, etc., including even complete blueprints for the starship Enterprise.)
 
The extraterrestrial meaning of being "high" is confirmed by astronauts themselves; 85% of those who have entered the free-fall zero gravity describe "mystic experiences" or rapture states typical of the neurosomatic circuit. "No photo can show how beautiful Earth looked," raves Captain Ed Mitchell, describing his Illumination in free-fall. He sounds like any successful yogi or pot-head. No camera can show this experience because it is inside the nervous system.
 
Free-fall, at the proper evolutionary time, triggers the neurosomatic mutation, Leary believes. Previously this mutation has been achieved "artificially" by yogic or shamanic training or by the fifth circuit stimulant, cannabis. Surfing, skiing, skin-diving and the new sexual culture (sensuous massage, vibrators, imported Tantric arts, etc.) have evolved at the same time as part of the hedonic conquest of gravity. The Turn-On state is always described as "floating," or, in the Zen metaphor, "one foot above the ground."
 
VI. The Neuroelectric System
The sixth brain consists of the nervous system becoming aware of itself apart from imprinted gravitational reality-maps (circuits I-IV) and even apart from body-rapture (circuit V). Count Korzybski, the semanticist, called this state "consciousness of abstracting." Dr. John Lilly calls it "metaprogramming," i.e., awareness of programming one's programming. This Einsteinian, relativistic contelligence (consciousness-intelligence) recognizes, for instance, that the Euclidean, Newtonian and Aristotelian reality-maps are just three among billions of possible programs or models for experience. I turned this circuit on with Peyote, LSD and Crowley's "magick" metaprograms.
 
This level of brain-functioning seems to have been reported first around 500 B.C. among various "occult" groups connected by the Silk Route (Rome-North India). It is so far beyond the terrestrial tunnel-realities that those who have achieved it can barely communicate about it to ordinary humanity (circuits I-IV) and can hardly be understood even by fifth circuit Rapture Engineers.
 
The characteristics of the neuroelectric circuit are high velocity, multiple choice, relativity, and the fission-fusion of all perceptions into parallel science-fiction universes of alternate possibilities.
 
The mammalian politics which monitor power struggles among terrestrial humanity are here transcended, i.e., seen as static, artificial, an elaborate charade. One is neither coercively manipulated into another's territorial reality nor forced to struggle against it with reciprocal emotional game-playing (the usual soap-opera dramatics). One simply elects, consciously, whether or not to share the other's reality-model.
 
Tactics for opening and imprinting the sixth circuit are described and rarely experienced in advanced rajah yoga, and in the hermetic (coded) manuals of the medieval-Renaissance alchemists and Illuminati.
 
No specific sixth circuit chemical is yet available, but strong psychedelics like mescaline (from my 1962-63 "sacred cactus," peyotl) and psilocybin (from the Mexican "magic mushroom," teonactl) open the nervous system to a mixed-media series of circuit V and circuit VI channels. This is appropriately called "tripping," as distinguished from straight-forward fifth circuit "turning on" or "getting high."
 
The suppression of scientific research in this area has had the unfortunate result of turning the outlaw drug culture back toward fifth circuit hedonics and pre-scientific tunnel-realities (the occult revival, solipsism, Pop Orientalism). Without scientific discipline and methodology, few can successfully decode the often-frightening (but philosophically crucial) sixth circuit metaprogramming signals. Such scientists as do continue to study this subject dare not publish their results (which are illegal) and record ever-wider tunnel-realities only in private conversations--like the scholars of the Inquisitorial era. (Voltaire announced the Age of Reason two centuries too soon. We are still in the Dark Ages.) Most underground alchemists have given up on such challenging and risky self-work and restrict their trips to fifth circuit erotic tunnels.
 
The evolutionary function of the sixth circuit is to enable us to communicate at Einsteinian relativities and neuro-electric accelerations, not using third circuit laryngeal-manual symbols but directly via feedback, telepathy and computer link-up. Neuro-electric signals will increasingly replace "speech" (hominid grunts) after space migration.
 
When humans have climbed out of the atmosphere-gravity well of planetary life, accelerated sixth circuit contelligence will make possible high-energy communication with "Higher Intelligences," i.e., ourselves-in-the-future and other post-terrestrial races.
 
It is charmingly simple and obvious, once we realize that the spaced-out neural experiences really are extraterrestrial, that getting high and spacing out are accurate metaphors. Circuit V neurosomatic rapture is preparation for the next step in our evolution, migration off the planet. Circuit VI is preparation for the step after that, interspecies communication with advanced entities possessing electronic (post-verbal) tunnel-realities.
 
Circuit VI is the "universal translator" often imagined by science-fiction writers, already built into our brains by the DNA tape. Just as the circuits of the future butterfly are already built into the caterpillar.
 
VII. The Neurogenetic System
The seventh brain kicks into action when the nervous system begins to receive signals from within the individual neuron, from the DNA-RNA dialogue. The first to achieve this mutation spoke of "memories of past lives," "reincarnation," "immortality," etc. That these adepts were recording something real is indicated by the fact that many of them (especially Hindu and Sufis) gave marvelously accurately poetic vistas of evolution 1,000 or 2,000 years before Darwin, and foresaw Superhumanity before Nietzsche.
 
The "akashic records" of Theosophy, the "collective unconscious" of Jung, the "phylogenetic unconscious" of Grof and Ring, are three modern metaphors for this circuit. The visions of past and future evolution described by those who have had "out-of-body" experiences during close-to-death episodes also describes the trans-time circuit VII tunnel-reality.
 
Specific exercises to trigger circuit VII are not to be found in yogic teaching; it usually happens, if at all, after several years of the kind of advanced rajah yoga that develops circuit VI facility.
 
The specific circuit VII neurotransmitter is, of course LSD. (Peyote and psilocybin produce some circuit VII experiences also.)
 
Circuit VII is best considered, in terms of 1977 science, as the genetic archives, activated by anti-histone proteins. The DNA memory coiling back to the dawn of life. A sense of the inevitability of immortality and interspecies symbiosis comes to all circuit VII mutants; we now see that this, also, is an evolutionary forecast, since we stand right now on the doorstep of extended longevity leading to immortality.
 
 
The exact role of the right-lobe circuits and the reason for their activation in the 1960s cultural revolution now becomes clear. As sociologist F.M. Esfandiary writes in Upwingers, "Today when we speak of immortality and of going to another world we no longer mean these in a theological or metaphysical sense. People are now traveling to other worlds. People are now striving for immortality. Transcendence is no longer a metaphysical concept. It has become reality."
 
The evolutionary function of the seventh circuit and its evolutionary, aeon-spanning tunnel-reality is to prepare us for conscious immortality and interspecies symbiosis.
 
VIII. The Neuro-Atomic System
Hold on to your hats and breathe deeply--this is the farthest-out that human intelligence has yet ventured.
 
Consciousness probably precedes the biological unit or DNA tape-loop. "Out-of-body experiences," "astral projection," contact with alien (extraterrestrial?) "entities" or with a galactic Overmind, etc., such as I've experienced, have all been reported for thousands of years, not merely by the ignorant, the superstitious, the gullible, but often by the finest minds among us (Socrates, Giordano Bruno, Edison, Buckminster Fuller, etc.). Such experiences are reported daily to parapsychologists and have been experienced by such scientists as Dr. John Lilly and Carlos Castaneda. Dr. Kenneth Ring has attributed these phenomena to what he calls, very appropriately, "the extraterrestrial unconscious."
 
Dr. Leary suggests that circuit VIII is literally neuro-atomic--infra, supra and meta-physiological--a quantum model of consciousness and/or a conscious model of quantum mechanics by the turned-on physicists discussed previously (Prof. John Archibald Wheeler, Saul-Paul Sirag, Dr. Fritjof Capra, Dr. Jack Sarfatti, etc.) indicates strongly that the "atomic consciousness" first suggested by Leary in "The Seven Tongues of God" (1962) is the explanatory link which will unite parapsychology and paraphysics into the first scientific empirical experimental theology in history.
 
When the nervous system is turned on to this quantum-level circuit, space-time is obliterated. Einstein's speed-of-light barrier is transcended; in Dr. Sarfatti's metaphor, we escape "electromagnetic chauvinism." The contelligence within the quantum projection booth IS the entire cosmic "brain," just as the micro-miniaturized DNA helix IS the local brain guiding planetary evolution. As Lao-tse said from his own Circuit VIII perspective, "The greatest is within the smallest."
 
Circuit VIII is triggered by Ketamine, a neuro-chemical researched by Dr. John Lilly, which is also (according to a wide-spread but unconfirmed rumor) given to astronauts to prepare them for space. High doses of LSD also produce some circuit VIII quantum awareness.
 
This neuro-atomic contelligence is four mutations beyond terrestrial domesticity. (The current ideological struggle is between circuit IV tribal moralists-or-collectivists and circuit V hedonic individualists.) When our need for higher intelligence, richer involvement in the cosmic script, further transcendence, will no longer be satisfied by physical bodies, not even by immortal bodies hopping across space-time at Warp 9, circuit VIII will open a further frontier. New universes and realities. "Beyond theology: the science and art of Godmanship," as Alan Watts once wrote.
 
It is therefore possible that the mysterious "entities" (angels and extraterrestrials) monotonously reported by circuit VIII visionaries are members or races already evolved to this level. But it is also possible, as Leary and Sarfatti more recently suggest, that They are ourselves-in-the-future.
 
The left-lobe terrestrial circuits contain the learned lessons of our evolutionary past (and present). The right-lobe extraterrestrial circuits are the evolutionary script for out future.
 
Thus far, there have been two alternative explanations of why the Drug Revolution happened. The first is presented in a sophisticated way by anthropologist Weston LaBarre, and in an ignorant, moralistic way by most anti-drug propaganda in the schools and mass media. This explanation says, in essence, that millions have turned away from the legal down drugs to illegal high drugs because we are living in troubled times and many are seeking escape into fantasy.
 
This theory, at its best, only partially explains the ugliest and most publicized aspect of the revolution--the reckless drug abuse characteristic of the immature. It says nothing about the millions of respectable doctors, lawyers, engineers, etc., who have turned away from second circuit intoxication with booze to fifth circuit rapture with weed.
 
Nor does it account at all for the thoughtful, philosophical sixth circuit investigations of persons of high intelligence and deep sensibility, such as Aldous Huxley, Dr. Stanley Grof, Masters-Houston, Alan W. Watts, Carlos Castaneda, Dr. John Lilly and thousands of scientific and lay researchers on consciousness.
 
A more plausible theory, devised by psychiatrist Norman Zinberg out of the work of Marshall McLuhan, holds that modern electronic media have so shifted the nervous system's parameters that young people no longer enjoy "linear" drugs like alcohol and find meaning only in "non-linear" weed and psychedelics.
 
This is certainly part of the truth, but it is too narrow and overstresses TV and computers without sufficiently stressing the general technological picture--the ongoing Science-Fiction Revolution of which the most significant aspects are Space Migration, Increased Intelligence and Life Extension, which Leary has condensed into his SMI²LE formula.
 
Space Migration plus Increased Intelligence plus Life Extension means expansion of humanity into all space-time. SM + I² + LE = infinity.
 
Without totally endorsing Charles Fort's technological mysticism ("It steam-engines when it comes steam-engine time"), it is obvious that the DNA metaprogram for planetary evolution is far wiser than any of our individual nervous systems--which are, in a sense, giant robots or sensors for DNA. Early science-fiction of brilliant writers like Stapledon, Clarke, Heinlein; Kubrick's 2001--all were increasingly clear DNA signals transmitted through the intuitive right lobe of sensitive artists, preparing us for the extraterrestrial mutation.
 
It is scarcely coincidental that mainstream "literary" intellectuals--the heir of the Platonic-aristocratic tradition that a gentleman never uses his hands, monkeys with tools or learns a manual craft--despise both science-fiction and the dope culture. Nor is it coincidental that the Whole Earth Catalogs - created by Stewart Brand, a graduate of Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters--are the New Testament of the rural drop-out culture, each issue bulging with tons of eco-technological information about all the manual, dextrous, gadgety know-how that Plato and his heirs consider fit only for slaves. Not surprisingly, Brand's latest publication, Co-Evolution Quarterly, has been devoted to publicizing Prof. Gerard O'Neill's space-habitat, L5.
 
Nor is it an accident that dopers seem to prefer science-fiction to any other reading, even including the extraterrestrial-flavored Hindu scriptures and occult-shamanic circuit VI-VIII trip-poets like Crowley and Hesse.
 
The circuit VI drugs may have contributed much to the metaprogramming consciousness that has led to sudden awareness of "male chauvinism" (women's liberationists), "species chauvinism" (ecology, Lilly's dolphin studies), "type-G star chauvinism" (Carl Sagan), even "oxygen chauvinism" (the CETI conference), etc. The imprinted tunnel-realities which identify one as "white-male-American-earthian" etc. or "black-female-Cuban" etc. are no longer big enough to enclose our exploding contelligence.
 
As Time magazine said on November 26, 1973, "Within ten years, according to pharmacologists, they will have perfected pills and cranial electrodes of providing life-long bliss for everyone on Earth." The 1960s hysteria about weed and acid was just the overture to this fifth circuit break-through. Nathan S. Kline, M.D., predicts real aphrodisiacs, drugs to speed up learning, drugs to foster or terminate any behavior. ... Those who were jailed or beaten by cops in the 1960s were forerunners of The Revolution of Inner Technology.
 
Star Trek is a better guide to the emerging reality than anything in the New York Review of Books. The life-support and defense-system engineer, Scotty (circuit I), the emotional-sentimental Dr. McCoy (circuit II), the logical science officer Mr. Spock (circuit III) and the alternately paternalistic and romantic Captain Kirk (circuit IV) are perpetually voyaging through our future neurological history and encountering circuit V, VI, VII, and VIII intelligences, however crudely presented.
 
In short, the various levels of consciousness and circuits we have been discussing, and illustrating, are all biochemical imprints in the evolution of the nervous system. Each imprint creates a bigger tunnel-reality. In the Sufi metaphor, the donkey on the which we ride becomes a different donkey after each imprint. The metaprogrammer continually learns more and is increasingly able to be aware of itself operating. We are thus evolving to intelligence-studying-intelligence (the nervous system studying the nervous system) and are more and more capable of accelerating our own evolution.
 

Copyright: Robert Anton Wilson
 



The Deoxyribonucleic Hyperdimension 8 circuit portal 
Megalink: Please take some time to go through this excellent and huge resource of information on the 8 circuit model. (Deoxy.org

Links:
8 Circuits page (go back to the previous page)
Shorter Circuits Overview by Robert Anton Wilson (Prometheus Rising excerpt) & more (the-goddess.org)
In this overview, RAW switches circuits 6 & 7. I don't really know why (yet). Don't fret, it's just another map for the territory!
Other Overviews: Cybercraft - starwood - phinwebb - bradley - fusion anomaly - wiki
The Eight Basic Winner/Loser Scripts by Robert Anton Wilson (Illuminati Papers excerpt)
The Neuropharmacy of an Eight-Circuit Brain by Antero Alli 

Recommended Books:
Robert Anton Wilson - Prometheus Rising
Robert Anton Wilson - Quantum Psychology
Robert Anton Wilson - Cosmic Trigger Trilogy
Timothy Leary - Info-Psychology
Timothy Leary - Game of life
Timothy & Joanna Leary - Neurologic
John Lilly - Programming and Metaprogramming the Human Biocomputer
Antero Alli - Angel Tech: A Modern Shaman's Guide to Reality Selection
Antero Alli & Christopher S. Hyatt - A Modern Shaman's Guide to a Pregnant Universe