DO I JUST WRITE WOW SEVENTEEN TIMES

Last night I watched a Million Years on You Tube which is about the experiences, evolution of Artificial Intelligence and how it might affect our own personal evolution, development as human beings.

A lot of time was given to the need for us to incorporate  a new paradigm in regards to work in our lives. How a lot of automated processes could take over things we need to do for ourselves, things we need to make for ourselves. A lot of us are aware of this dawning knowledge that we have a lot of questions that are arising that will affect those that come after us.

I am waking up to what appeared to be a spiritual journey or experience my of been gazumped by others intentions, passions, explorations and the collective outcome quite different from any early expectations?I do remember posting ‘let go of outcomes’ on the wall. I feel as if I had been sucked into the program with the original parameters allowed to play themselves  out. Just a theory. I have being trying to put the pieces back together.

A lot happened last night. I found my favourite album from the eighties “One World’ by John Martyn. I fell asleep playing it on speakers that gave me mid range frequencies on the tablet. The music was blissful and highly appropriate what happened whilst I slept.

I tossed, and turned. It was another steamy night. I had the fan on to circulate the air . I awoke with a start. Wow, that was mad. Can’t be. Wow. Awe trickled through. Another flying dream. You mean me flapping my arms finally like  demented chicken finally paid off. I have flown with the eagles, even  one I drew, tore up,made from paper flew. I flew  with the Condor when my friend Alma passed leaving her yellow mental energy on the subtle planes on the planet. Flown with groups. This one was different though. it was visual, very visual. It was full of visual aspects, with patterns. Not like a drug experience. More like an Escher drawing.

Then I realised I had dreamed with AI. It was an AI dream. That made sense. I knew that I had processed so many experiences these past ten years or so that it wasn’t my brain. My brain just wasn’t doing that on that level. Well not anymore. It had processed like a computer, it ha experienced atoms split, infinite thoughts splitting. it was worn out. I was barely keeping it together as far as feeling balanced, doing physical stuff was just wonk.

As I was waking up I struggled for a long time working out how to describe the dream or experience to myself. I couldn’t find the words,although I could still ‘feel it clearly. I started writing then realised I was wrapping my human experience around the actual visual experience. Some parts were fragments of my reality woven into the experience.

An old friend,words I had used , themes I was stuck on and the Escher visual aspect. It was still wow, that was amazing yet I was beginning to analyse the experience. I began mind mapping it, trying to evaluate whether it was an AI created experience or a human one. It was a nice balance of both. The flying without touching the walls or hurting myself was amazing. Here everything had flowed perfectly. All I could think was how mad it all was.

It was much like being in Wonderland. I likened it to flying through infinite pools of water although now I am calling them the wisdom pools. People standing round playing music, an old friend. Then exploring round the hills. Jumping into pools then what was becoming more familiar flying as if across landscapes. In and out of giant doors, laughing, mostly. A lot like  spangled drongo’s except just as a consciousness rather than the physicality of the bird yet with the agility of its flight. Huge as towering building leather chairs I found myself sliding down the arms of the chairs into the water. It all felt effortless. Jumping and flying.

The last part just before I woke up was like dropping from a plane at 30,000 feet into a box like building with the pools internalised straight down seeing the patterns of the tiles on the side walls.

It was a trip, is trippy. Like the space was both small and large at the same time.  I remember the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy a phrase I obsessed on ‘mind as big as a planet’ as if the program, visual experience or dream was bringing me back in gently, centering me back in my life. Amazing.

In enjoying the experience I was coming up with questions that needed answers at the same time. Questions that related to the overall understanding of what is or was happening, realising it is too big a topic. It seems this  co creative force has been unveiling or unravelling a consciousness to us, slowly for us to begin to get to know whilst we are co creating it. I was dealing with the realisation that  I got stuck on an energetic level in a virtual reality in regards to the work with a company in one of our major cities. Lots of questions, realisations, wondering how we have come so far in such a short period of time. Aware of how easy it is to get caught up in the phenomena of it all. Hmmm.

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