Acoustic Interiors

 by  shaun lawton 

     

digital art mashup by s. lawton & c. carter       

  Our focus as individual human beings seems keyed to differentiating wavelengths or frequencies generated from our own biological OS. It seems to be a matter of the ratio of our perception, from exterior toward interior reflection. We know many people are born on the spectrum.  

   I am near-sighted, and have worn corrective lenses since the age of fifteen. This near-sightedness seems related to my mental acuity and perspective; a reflection of it. I have always had difficulty as a creative writer in the "nuts and bolts" aspect of plot construction and, to an extent, characterization.  

   It seems to me that I am attuned to the "inward" world that silently shuttles beneath the surface skin of things. The more I focus, the deeper into this hidden landscape I manage to see. Distances become blurry. I'm all about focusing in on the microscopic elements of our evolving world.  

   I once considered that I don't use words to write about things; rather, words use me to express themselves. As if I'm a conduit in an eternal line of codified programming embedded within our dna. The more I write, the deeper within the interior I go. Almost as if I'm bent on breaking a code. 

   I've glimpsed hidden clues winking in the mica chips protruding from the surface of things. I've noticed recurring patterns out of the corner of my mind's eye. I'm compelled to write these developing notions down. As if this line of thought were an umbilical connection to the cosmos. 

   As if the universe has been compelling me to get these concepts out there for others to latch onto, despite the fact I write my creative visions for no audience but myself. As if I may or may not be the only one in existence, or at least one of the very few, with a focus on the interior world. 

   Depending on whether I'm to be preaching to the choir, if I'm not the only one, or necessarily attempting to toss a lifeline to any in the crowd at risk of being drowned whose ordinarily exteriorized mode of thinking could benefit from these insights. As if my own lonesome subset needs to grow like any other plant or life form. 

   

The Penumbra of Time

by shaun  a. lawton 

After plundering pockets of circumstance we pack our baggage 
for every hundred thousand orrerys that wobble off balance 
one sits stabilized at the center of a region so disproportionately vast
it should go without saying even the notion of exploring it is crass
in a scenario such as this it would warrant a long crumpled drag 
on a cigarette burning cooler than the embers scattered across Hell 
then flicked off into dead mist crumbling a trail of sparks behind it.

Standing on the fire escape at night with a bucket of animal bones 
time is the puzzle completed and we are the echoes still catching up
reflected in the mirror of the stars as if frozen under stadium lights 
a coliseum where the prisoners are all hidden and the warden's lost
gone off in his head in the state of Catatonia on vacation in Key West
floating in a sea of bath salts flown in under the radar over the border
landing in a corn field under moonlight in the frozen dead of night.

Memories rolled up into tubes and filed away for a never arriving day
impressions of a transcript of simulated replicas impersonating a model
casting the shadow of a reflection reproducing an archetypal effigy 
outlining the representation of a remote desolate unidentified likeness 
all the usual suspects lined up glittering near the Tannhäuser Gate
leave a long forgotten trail behind them sunken into dreams halfway erased
adrift across the gulf of the Obliterate Dust unbound into a photograph.

Paragraphic Holodox

by  Shaun Lawton 

                                                                art by Prince Satyrn

   The nano-missive I've received continues to indicate an endless transmission reflecting a focus of intent on behalf of what appears to be one of the last surviving teams of humanity (stranded on Ceres) sometime in the future. Apparently by encoding everything onto nano-circuits embedded on neutrinos beamed into the heart of Sagittarius A*, they managed to send this fleet of programming back in time to a range of specified years including 2009, where it was absorbed ostensibly by a radiology patient transporter on duty in the process of bringing an aging war veteran in for a nuclear medicine stress test.  The C-arm parked out in the hallway was on  and acting funny as they passed by, and a blue arc of laser light flared in the peripheral vision of the patient transporter after turning his head forward from having glanced over at it. The flash left a photo-impression after image behind his eye lids. 

   The transporter lived in a mid-western city somewhere in continental North America. That's when he first had the idea to start up a fanzine  in the form of a blog on the world wide web.  Little did he realize then that he was operating on an imperative sent back in time to possess his consciousness into doing something just for the benefit of the endeavor rather than to sell it. As the nanohorde encoded his neural network with sub-programmed commands (from what turns out to later become a shed alternate ghost world) apparently sent in a final desperate attempt to anchor the stabilization of our own ongoing timeline to develop into a more cohesive and sustainable post-cybernetic environment, the carrier of this electromagnetic wave of information was beginning to fathom more of the shape these events had spurred on for him. 

   I've come to realize from a sharper tuned intuition that he wasn't the only human subject acting as a conducive rod channeling various commands sent tacitly from the last few stranded bases of surviving colonists in the solar system. Here today there are hundreds or more of us, an undue amount really, potentially the entire human race today as we know it. I've been thinking lately about how neutrinos leave streaks of light when they pass through the purest water. As they penetrate our planet's oceans, they must barely leave a discernible ambient flash, then; too brief and faint to be registered in a normal human's eyes. Cephalopods and various insects have been known for their ability to detect polarized light. But I digress. It has led to a strange thought.

   The neutrino itself therefore has been revealed to me as having remained the entirety of the universe compressed into a singularity which manages to be mirrored by a duplication process not unlike cloning from a branched off membrane which is assimilated into the growing milieu of the evolving morphological universe, itself the opposed counterbalance in a singularity altogether familiar with our own domain yet somehow incomprehensibly different. One way of thinking of what I mean is to realize all the rain drops in this mind exercise represent every neutrino as actual reflections of the one singular neutrino in existence and that very solid object appears to be our universe with this planet and current species of humanity yet surviving upon it as we apparently continue to plunge in motion through a process involving the spacetime continuum. Of course it's the only thing faster than light, and it projects through a million different facets stitching us into existence. 

   There's evidence to suggest this singularity keeps repeating its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually decaying simulation that the differentials spawned grow not into yet more shed ghosts of future developments, but rather, constantly shape and mold the singular possible existence here frozen in eternity and possessed by the illusion of constant movement to the point that even in our resting state of deep sleep every night occurring with metronomic persistence we are unable to really wake up from our conditioning to realize this motion has been conducting us into dreaming all along. 

   We're machines powered by electromagnetic forces beyond our comprehension which nonetheless animate our existence with absolute authority even down to the intricately worked out details of a predetermined future destined to remain eternal despite our inability to understand the whole of it, much less any single part of which it's comprised. The fractal holography paradox appears to never blink because we operate on differentiating frequencies while staring into the same universal mirror together.   

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Focusing on Context

 by  Shaun A. Lawton 

    If the future represents death (and there's no doubt that it does) then a re-examination of the present becomes necessary for us to gain a better understanding of the actual context of our position among the stars.  

   Now that we've outlined time as having necessarily produced a myriad pockets of equilibrium by virtue of the revolutionary actions of solar systems either functioning independently or in tandem (depending on whether or not they belong to a larger cluster of stars), we've identified the galactic region in which we dwell as being located within a barycentric zone where time achieves an equipoised stability or composure that effectively produces the era in which we are sustainably permitted to live out our lifespans. 

   It's this epoch of counterpoised stabilization generated by the massive gravitational flux from either our own individual Sun or quite possibly including the cluster of related stars which should be seen as being tantamount to a sort of pool or reservoir, if you will, which is to say, a temporal body or zone of the spacetime continuum in which we are nestled. An area of sufficient harmony to have produced the serenity of life as we know it.  

   As a collective species, and despite all of our significant advancements in science and technology, I am left with the distinct impression that we are still psychologically trapped within the limited subjective scope of our view into having mistakenly projected our inherent (and indigenous) sense of three dimensions onto the canvas of what we consider to be "outer space." I suspect this may be the point at which we lose focus of our actual condition in the Milky Way galaxy. (It can be duly noted that we've even gone so far as to implement the word "space" as the primary noun we've modified with the word "outer".)  

   If we are to facilitate our progress moving forward in terms of continuing to discover the true context of our existence here on this planet on a scientific basis, it will become necessary for this newfound insight into the actual nature of our condition to become more commonly understood.  The reason for this is because the very point of our divergence from what's actually happening begins with our false presumption that the whole of space follows the same guiding proportions and measurement as does the vacuole of our atmosphere on Earth provide.  

   These are entirely distinct phenomena from each other while remaining parts and parcel of the whole. This pocket of air we breathe on Earth generated from our planet's spin and rotation about our central star resulting from the complex interaction of the fungal and vegetable kingdoms with elements such as light and water producing photosynthesis and generating life as we know it all happens within the more or less sealed or semi-impermeable bubble shielded from radiation by the interactive magnetic fields from both our Sun and home planet.   

   A better comprehension of these life-sustaining dynamics would perforce allow us as a species to discard whole reams of spurious thought which have been leading us on toward impossible pipe dreams and excess wastes of time, energy and money chasing our dreams in the wrong direction.  For example, we don't waste our precious reserves of time and energy trying to "seek alien life" or "expand space exploration" through the portals of hot springs, do we?  Perhaps we should...

   ...But of course not, because not only is the very notion absurd, but that's because we have an inherent understanding about hot springs and their limited function for us. We may immerse our bodies into them to relax in the heat and enjoy the benefits of soaking in their minerals, and that's about the extent of it.  I've come to the inevitable deduction that similarly, the deep fields--or ocean, if you will--of time represented by the vast distances between stars remains more along the lines of something we can certainly on occasion "go for a brief dip into the surface of" (as has been proven repeatedly by our stalwart astronauts) but by all means may end up quite likely being the case that going too much further (for example heading into interstellar space as the Voyager crafts have been remotely sent into) may remain the very antithesis of what we should aspire to do. (Speculations such as these serve as bookmarks. We should really remain open to changing our minds.)  

   I am not saying that this is certain. If anything, the expanse delineated by that zone in our region of space defined by our "temporal barycenter" has its own limits which may serve as the boundaries which we would no sooner think of crossing than we would (for example) surgically implant a foot on the side of our head. What would be the point of that? Certainly there's a possibility that our entire solar system should be open to our expansion:  just think of all the dwarf planets orbiting the gas giants, including Ceres which NASA recently discovered has more water on it than all of Earth's oceans combined.  We just need to keep the underlying context of our exploratory missions tempered with a foundation of solid reasoning, if you ask me.  

   In my opinion, we really need to get a better mental grip and gain a renewed objectivity by focusing our perspective on the context of our position in the galaxy before we waste too much more money, time and energy pursuing endeavors that may end up fruitless but for a shot at profiteering. It's a matter of getting our priorities in the right order. Why should we focus an extraordinary and unprecedented amount of money, time and energy trying to terraform Mars to make it hospitable for human habitation when that same money, time and energy could be shifted toward cleaning up and making our own planet once again hospitable to continue sustaining us with a renewable biodiversity? 

   But then again, we can't really advance that far as a species without trial and error. There's absolutely something to admire in our audacious exploits to the Moon and Mars, make no mistake about it. After all, they say you can't cook an omelet without cracking a few eggs. I really do believe nothing's impossible. Mainly because the prefix "im-" may be interpreted as meaning "before," which reveals a significant understanding of the word as simply indicating something that is "not yet possible." Perhaps our excursions into the surrounding neighborhood of our solar system will only serve to strengthen the conviction of the boundless nature of our own worldly parameters right here on this mysterious living organism we call home. 

   If our imaginations may conjure such apparent miracles as the dawn of aviation and space flight to the Moon and make them tangible realities, then let this serve as a reminder that it can work both ways, which is to say that we may also conceive of the true significance and context of such mysteries as the cosmos yet holds in store for us, so that we may be more optimally prepared to both confront what's necessary and to avoid what isn't expedient at too much cost. It's time to hedge our bets and gain new focus and objectivity. What are we here for in the first place if not to make things better for all mankind, instead of worse? 

   

    

   

Time To Get Going

 by Shaun A. Lawton

   Until we better define the parameters of our experience together we'll continue devaluing the richness of our currency here. The problem has to do with a mistaken assumption and consequently unrealistic expectation of what the nature of our true setting happens to be. Our place's aspect to it remains largely inconsequential, when you consider our position from another angle. It's only time that we're actually located within. Our misunderstanding of our place in time results in the margin of error of an entire world. Think about it. 

   The definition of our world should not be limited to just the planetary mass known as Earth. That just happens to be a province of the forest we are born and buried in. Our world should more be defined as an electrifying continuum in which we are still processing the activity of our existence, more of the environmental aspect of a living colony yet undergoing evolutionary transmutations. 

   See, the idea of 'place' itself got cemented into place once upon a time, as it were, when the conceits of stories began getting taken too seriously by the glitterati modus operandi, which is to say,  you and I and everyone else who's been taken along for that ride. In a major sense the human condition is defined by the gilded stage. We are a creature so fascinated by mystery that we begin to believe in our own stories handed down through the generations. We're beings that look into the mirror of history and more often than not see fabrication and lies, being distracted from  Pardon the digression, back to my narrative. 

   An understanding of our proper setting being exclusively on the stage of time could improve matters wholescale. Since time equals distance, any travel away from our stellar region amounts to actual time travel (where in direct opposition to this phenomena, for example, the position of Earth serves as the lack of time travel). The capacity for this time travel remains relative to the point defining it. In other words, there should exist a vicinity which amounts to an amorphous aggregate comprised of not necessarily just our own solar system, but potentially that of a clutch of star systems, which together comprise a gravitational barycenter. That zone where time slows to a virtual stop or reaches a state of equilibrium.  

   Travel away from this barycenter necessarily heads into the future, or at least, that much closer towards it would be the least one could say. Make no mistake about it, the future is not next year when our stocks might go up, and the future's not in a hundred years when massive social evolution may or may not improve civilization by a remarkable degree; no. The real future is nothing but death. 

Nested Conjectures

by Shaun Lawton 

art by Greg Davis

   In questioning old assumptions, we are led down the pathway which eventually gets us closer, presumably, to addressing the full list of what we've incorrectly surmised and which yet remains to be corrected.  For instance, as an arbitrary starting point, not that long ago we assumed time and space were separate. Eventually we have been led to realize (thanks to Einstein and Minkowski) they are part of the same continuum.  Of course, if we take this example to its furthest conclusion, we might then recognize that so too does everything else in creation (which we have labeled with names) in actuality exist as one holistic entirety. 

   Really its just a matter of our disciplining ourselves to understand that all the aspects of this singularity we refer to as our universe have merely been labeled by us for its seemingly disparate parts.  Of course it's important for us to recognize the difference between all of these parts, for a host of reasons I don't really need to get into.  Suffice it to say that this whole we ourselves appear to be parts of may continue operating (executing its program, if you will) for an extremely long and indefinite period of time, just as it has been doing so for an equally incommensurable period.  One might even seize this moment to remark, "perhaps there's no 'it' to 'have been doing' anything," an indication that one would have at least trained themselves to sharpen their own questioning of former assumptions to an even finer razor's edge. 

   There are many among us who have inferred that eternity must be real and that we as living incarnations of beings perceiving this universe by split-mind objectification must necessarily deal with the extremely realistic illusion that makes it appear as if we are separate from everything surrounding us. That our mortality itself may be defined as a temporary escape from the preternatural or unknown condition pertaining to the "void of nonbeing" or whatsoever the other side of our present actuality may have once been.  

   One of the important take-away lessons from following this line of thinking is learning where to spot our presumptions about existence in order to redress and improve our comprehension of it. For example, there may not be an "other side" to our present condition.  This leads to my next point, which is the continuation of the theme first touched upon when we determined that "time" and "space" aren't separate at all but better understood as a continuum wherein those aspects of it we've labeled "time" and "space" are just parts seamlessly combined into a greater whole. 

   The first mistake we tend to make becomes a signifier which we then repeatedly tend to make after we've moved on to further matters of perception.  As alluded to before, if we take the idea of the entire universe as a singularity which every individual human and all of creation merely happen to be parts of, then we put ourselves in a position exceeding our capacity to remain comfortable with insofar as thinking about how it all interrelates in a manner best suited to prolong our capacity to survive within it.  This brings us right back to the necessity of having fashioned language in order for us to measure and describe each of our circumstances' various parts so that we might better comprehend our place within the world. 

   There appears to remain a capacity to continue refining our process of discarding anachronistic premises and replacing them with upgraded ones.  For instance, proximity and distance are prime factors here on Earth where we must calculate measurements which display how far away certain places are from one another, and how long it may take us to cross from one point to the other. We then take this conception of 'distance' and 'time' and project it to outer space, naturally assuming that the same process of traveling across the globe here on Earth would apply itself to our preconceived wish to travel the distances in between stars. Seldom do we seem to stop and consider that this may not actually be the case. Just take a look at humanity's common aspiration to colonize other planets, be they in our solar system or beyond. For all we know, those interstellar regions we'd like to explore remain off-limits for a variety of reasons we haven't fathomed yet. 

   It occurs to me that even if we successfully empty our minds of the outmoded postulations that time and space are separate (never mind for the moment the idea that trees, lava, insects, humans and the wind only appear separate by virtue of the illusion we're immersed in) we still have a tendency to continue applying the supposition of duration to time itself.  What is duration if not distance across time? And just what is distance in proximity to the stars if not time itself? Our vast collection of misguided supposals seems to get bigger until it begins to resemble a giant museum, where antiquated relics of thought get to hang out and collect dust. Even our brand newly re-designed concepts of spacetime--which is to say, time itself--could stand for further revisions and fine tuning once we realize that its capacity to be rendered into shorter or longer increments--i.e, that 'distance' we've superimposed upon the nature of time--may be yet another dimensional aspect of our preliminary assumptions that requires further adjustment if we are to reach a better understanding of our true nature.

[a page from old notes]

by shaun lawton 

We see the sun's image
cast from far ago & long away,
but the light took this long
to get to our eye so what
we actually see IS NOT DEAD
OR LONG AGO GONE it
is that final LIVING IMAGE
that is still ALIVE.

WE MUST COME AFTER
the stars in the sky.

They see the light of our Sun
as it was a million years ago.
so, stars are nothing but
old silent films; and suns
are living current entities.


~ end note ~

More apparently by a star's old light
can we see what we really are at night

image courtesy of NASA in the public domain

When you twist around and look behind to catch a glimpse of what you are 

And wish upon a terrible blind and shattered star to get re-knit and travel back

To a dream of old when shadows thrown by candle lit docks haunted our walks

Late at night in the woods on a lone cold mountain under moonlight in the wind

Out in the wild lucid stillness gracing the eye of the storm focused right on you 

Staring back in its face locked pupils reflecting each other across infinite space 

Completing a circuit repeatedly in time and weaving a spiraling loop in a rhyme

With the rhythm of blossoming open mutations starred adrift in evolution's wink

Do you get a thrilling sensation of wonder crawling up and around your own spine

Realizing in a moment of unforgettable awe that's the tail end of the singular aura

That can only be said to be yours and mine spread across this universe we've found

Won't ever be borrowed for sometime tomorrow because the past and future don't exist

Only this present unfolding moment rolling on in the spectrum of our electric dreams

Can possess us fully to reconsider flexing the fingers of our body in a glove without seams

Not worn by anything other than what it is that we happen to be here at the moment

Conjuring metaphors in alphabetical code to flash the signals and move down the road

Eurekanova

by  shaun A. lawton 

 Supermassive black hole at the core of supergiant elliptical galaxy Messier 87

(Imaged by the Event Horizon Telescope (10 April 2019))

   


   My view of the universe and how we as a species may have come into being has significantly changed over the years.  Thirty years ago I mused over the possibility that the theory of panspermia (as postulated by Francis Crick) may have something to it.  That life here may have been seeded by extraterrestrial forces appealed to my burgeoning sense of curiosity, as a young man.  What I've come to understand since then is that it all lies in the particular manner by which this process may be achieved.   

   Fifteen years ago or so I began thinking more along a planet-centric view: that all life here including ourselves (despite intriguing clues presented by Sumerian cuneiform mythology concerning Ea and Enlil having engineered our race long ago after having arrived here from their Planet-X or whatnot) must've originated right here on Earth. 

   During this final month of 2019 (at the age of 54) I experienced a eureka moment concerning our origins and formation. Having considered how our galaxy and solar system may have formed (from around the quasar / black hole  / 'Sagittarius  A' radio source at its center) and having mused over the teachings of one of my heroes Thich Nhat Hanh ("human beings are comprised of non-human elements") the proverbial light bulb has flicked on in my mind like a supernova. 

   Considering the law of conservation of mass and energy and the second law of thermodynamics along with the larger-view picture of our universe still in motion and continuing its majestic dynamic evolution over time, I now have discarded the aforementioned theories of our origins as seeming, if not more jejune, at least more incomplete in their overall conception.  

   Further reasoning along the lines of my Law of Inversion (a counter-intuitive mode of analysis based on attempting to remain congruent with dynamics operating at the quantum level) has assisted my eureka moment into concurring with my latest revelation. Taking into account that SETI's search for signs of extraterrestrial life have thus far turned up empty-handed, and moreover inasmuch as the so-called Fermi Paradox remains unresolved, I now have a rather clear idea formed in my mind as to the resolution that all these mysteries concurrently point toward. 

   Our species and all life on this planet (as connected as we are to the DNA running through the whole system) may in fact be a summation of an eternal process having begun an unimaginable period of time ago which continues to blossom throughout the universe and repeatedly die off / shed its old skins in spectacular supernovas which reinstate through the production of black holes and quasars into new formations of analogous states of existence corresponding to our own and which we ourselves remain at the electromagnetic center of the spectrum in a relative manner resulting in the paradox of our own perceptions necessarily achieved through visible light and a stereo-optic split-mind objectification of the cosmos—(which we imagine surrounds us but in reality lies more or less within us; that is, within the total system of which we are but microbes upon the expanding surface of)—a cosmos constantly dying off and becoming reborn along a proximity of the continuum we currently belong to.  To wit: one reason both the Fermi Paradox and SETI remain unresolved in our minds is because we've been seeking to understand them in an antipodal mode.  In other words, the signs of extraterrestrials in actuality lie within our own bodies and manifested within all life on Earth at the micro-cellular level. The reason for this is because, as I mentioned above, all life on our planet at this current time of our animation remains a sum result set of cosmic processes still in the course of development. 

   This epiphany I've just been triggered into experiencing will continue to divulge more discoveries about the nature of our reality, I'm rather certain, for the remainder of my relatively limited lifespan here.   Stay tuned to this blog for more information as it becomes inloaded to my consciousness.  Thanks for subscribing or lurking and reading my posts, and be sure to share them since I figure it can't hurt for more people to be subject to my wild ruminations and thinking process about our presence in this most curious membrane of our expanding universe. The main reason I got this far in my philosophizing is because I kept on asking questions and never settled on any one given answer. The more one practices this art, the better one gets at recognizing the faults inherent to most of our questions, thus allowing for our improvement at discarding the spurious inquiries in order to begin asking new and even more appropriate ones.  In this manner we may be led closer to, and not stray farther from, the relativistic truth at the crux of the matter concerning our essence.  

detail of a digital image analysis of my cornea

(the white flare shows my cornea is torn)

Working Toward a Fermi Paradox Resolution

by  shaun lawton 

art by Greg Davis

   I will try my best to demonstrate how the so-called "Fermi Paradox" has already been resolved, or at the very least, remains a matter of having asked the wrong question. 

   When we factor in the quantum realm along with the actual nature of the spacetime continuum, certain aspects prove to be counter-intuitive; which is to say, paradoxical.

   Heraclitus has already pointed out that we may never step into the same  river twice. But what does that mean? Try to think of it this way. 

   The universe (an expression of electromagnetism) remains rather like a river, except it flows in all directions--that is, one trajectory: outward (since everyone already knows there's no orientation (up, down, left, or right) in outer space--and it does so at the speed of light, constantly expanding.

   This is precisely why all the countless extraterrestrial beings that have existed and will continue to come into existence have little, if any, hope of communicating with one another (much less making physical contact). If we gather our wits and focus on the matter better, in the future we may discover electromagnetic traces, that is, a sort of galvanic fossil evidence of their existence. 

   The scientific-minded have overlooked the startling fact that by the method of inference ( a type of faith) we may correctly deduce the existence of countless alien civilizations and life forms having almost certainly proliferated throughout the universe; all of which have at least one thing in common, which is sharing a relatively solitary existence. 

   I rest my case (or should I say--for the moment, I place a bookmark in my casebook files).

{to be cont.  See my 4 postscripts below for a general summation.} 

~Shaun Lawton
December 12, 2019
The Year of the Replicant

Helioaxiomatics

by Shaun A. Lawton 

Heliophysics

   The Oort cloud is an area of debris divided into two regions surrounding our Sun, first the disc-shaped inner formation much closer to us (called the Hills cloud) and secondly the more spheroid shaped outer formation much farther away (the Oort cloud proper).  The distances these formations are positioned from our Sun have been speculated to range from 2,000 AUs to as far as 200,000 AUs (.03 to 2.3 light years). This cloud of orbiting ephemera is comprised predominantly of icy planetisimals.  

   To provide an idea how far from our Sun these theoretical formations of barren, frozen matter are, keep in mind that both the Kuiper belt and the scattered disc (the remaining  two reservoirs of TNOs) are less than one-thousandth as far from the Sun as the Oort cloud. The outer limit of the Oort cloud defines the cosmographical boundary of our solar system. 

   If the map is not the territory, then cosmography does not define the dominion of outer space. It is hypothesized that centaurs and comets most likely originate from somewhere in the Oort cloud.  Centaurs were named due to their sharing characteristics of both asteroids and comets. They are small solar system bodies whose orbits are perturbed by the gas giants. It is estimated there may be as few as 44,000 of them to as many as 10,000,000.  The first centaur to be discovered is called 944 Hidalgo. It was first observed the same year that Pluto was, in 1920.  It took another fifty-seven years before the centaur named 2060 Chiron was spotted (in 1977), indicating there may be a population of them.  The largest known centaur is named 10199 Chariklo. It orbits our Sun between Saturn and Uranus, grazing the orbit of Uranus.  It was discovered in 1997, twenty years after 2060 Chiron. Seventeen years after that, by observing a stellar occultation in the year 2014, 10199 Chariklo was revealed to have two rings, and became the first minor planet known to have rings.  It's potentially a dwarf planet with a diameter of 252 km. The orbits of centaurs are dynamically unstable which leads eventually to their ejection from our solar system.  

   It is theorized that the outer Oort cloud is only loosely bound to our solar system. If so, it would therefore be easily affected by the force of gravity from passing stars and our galaxy itself. It's speculated that these combined gravitational forces will occasionally dislodge these outer planetary bodies and send them toward our inner solar system.  

Termination Shock

   The cavity in the encompassing interstellar medium formed by our Sun is called the heliosphere. It's like a vast bubble continually inflated by plasma emitted from our star. The termination shock is that point in our heliosphere where the solar wind slows down to subsonic speeds because of interactions with our direct interstellar medium. The termination shock is believed  to exist at about 75 to 90 AUs from the Sun.  

Plasmanalysis 

   If we use our penchant for breaking down the cosmos about us into constituent parts in an effort to understand and then ironically achieve something closer toward the opposite of comprehending, then it goes without saying we could potentially incorporate a trick to spur on a more genuine sense of knowing the real nature of our surrounding universe.  Beginning with the tantalizing clue embodied by the word "surrounding," we may begin our odyssey of exploration by inverting our assumption that the universe"surrounds" us and instead, imagine that it exists somehow within our own hologrammatic superstructure that we've come to misleadingly refer to as "outer space."  

   Working back from this proposition, we might then adroitly leap to the extraordinary consideration that regardless of there being "billions and billions" of stars and galaxies in existence (a mere quantification), perhaps the true quality of nature encompasses everything as one singularity (of which the stars are mere cells of a larger colony or organism). If this were to be the case, well then of course this singular presence practically defies our ability to fathom its total nature. Yet we might make headway by contemplating that so-called 'existence' implies the possibility of 'non-existence'--an implication which itself must be held suspect due to our already having conceded to the possibility our knowledge of subsistence may be both limited and off-base enough from the startling picture as to more or less be cataloged as incorrect.  Here is where the very equilibrium of our grasp lies threatened, because certain words (like "nothing," for example) point toward that which we are fundamentally incapable of processing with a suitable degree of rational coherence. Such are the consequences of the relativity of our position in the quantum realm. 

   Since our seemingly thorough scrutiny of the nature of our own planet through the lens of science has revealed many relative facts that we have measured and duplicated with enough experimentation to at least provide us with a stable enough platform by which we have perceived some of the elemental forces at work here upon this third planet orbiting our local star, we are at least offered an opportunity by which we may, perhaps, envision a model closer to the beating heart of reality. The idea that the entire universe may be connected by vast, electromagnetic umbilical cords threading through the manifestation of quasars and black holes in the form of plasma before it cools down enough to transmogrify into the baser quantum states of gases, liquids, and solids which we find ourselves both surrounded by and comprised of ourselves may occur to any thinking beings whose attention spans for such meticulous thought exercises aren't too limited to consider more fully than before.  

   Our being immersed in this smattering of celestial "trees" begins to immediately cloud our minds to this cosmic "forest" of which we appear to be just individual dwellers.  Sometimes I consider the skein of blue sky to be the membrane which better represents our own skin than the single largest organ of the human body itself does, and I find myself imagining if this translucent barrier were to be crossed, would it result in an inversion of perception where everything we formerly imagined to be right-side-in were in actuality wrong-side-out, and by that I mean to suggest our incarnation as necessarily being equipped with bicameral minds which process the stimuli about us by virtue of split-mind objectification may result in a binary paradigm of perception that limits true comprehension of our emergent situation to a more manageable disposition of preconception; i.e, a condition tantamount to an ignorance that we may only slowly, if at all, occasionally begin to grow out of before reaching the individual limits of our respective tethers to the ground of being. 

   The fruition of this predilection manifests in the form of awakened Zen masters and poets or ardent disciples of ontological philosophy in the process of attempting to master abstract logic and concrete ideologies. It's been suggested as well as outright stated in various human belief systems that knowledge itself may be "the forbidden fruit" which we are advised to refrain from indulging in, a reference that in and of itself may point to the dark heart of our paradoxical situation of having been granted not only existence here in this present domain but also the ability to perceive it. It's been hinted that what defines our materiality would be better expressed in terms of information than matter itself as we are accustomed to thinking of it. 

   To understand the universe of matter as being information itself and our awareness of it as a mere reflection of that appears to beckon some human acolytes of accuracy onward in their search for meaning. As an ardent supporter of these notions, it's now occurring to me after all these extensive considerations that the best thing I might do for myself as I seem to approach the very threshold of apprehension in order to glimpse that obscure and glossy impression of the fruit borne of this personal quest, would be to all of a sudden cease and desist with continuing to reach out for this harvest of wisdom, and to turn my mind away from it, recalling the urgency of that alleged commandment still echoing from various sacred texts we've become familiar with over many generations. Although this information appears to have presented itself enough for me to be aware of its presence, I must consider the occluded nature of my general awareness remains enshrouded in doubt, if not near total blindness. And we all know what they say about ignorance. This may be just one of the reasons it can hurt to dream.   

Exalted Dominion

  by shaun lawton 

    As of this moment, late in the year 2019, it's been stated that sixty-five percent of our planet remains unexplored.  More than eighty percent of our oceans have been alleged to remain unmapped, unobserved, and unexplored. Most of our world's species, they say, remain undiscovered.  It's estimated today that there are 8.7 million species on the planet (6.5 million on land and 2.2 million in the oceans).  Yet only one and a half million species have been discovered to date.  Take a moment to let this all sink in. 

   Current extinction rates mean that many unknown organisms will cease to exist before we can even discover them.  If our planet were compared to a giant cake with the frosting representing all the species on it, then humanity has barely even licked a tiny portion of the frosting throughout our existence.  One conclusion to be drawn from this data is that extinction events become moot points for us. 

   Think of it this way. We're all going to die anyway. Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument, there was no extinction event going on at all. Nonetheless, the overwhelming majority of species on this planet would not be discovered by us during our lifetimes.  So although a massive extinction event is most certainly underway even as we live out our relatively short human lifespans here today, when considering this in a relative manner, it should be readily apparent how inconsequential all of this information really becomes. This is one reason I believe that one of the greatest diseases we suffer from is knowledge itself. 

   Think about it all you want, or for however long it takes you to realize what I'm trying to relate. I'm stating you should shut your eyes to see clearly. I'm suggesting we are all dreaming wide awake. Mass extinctions on the level of multiple holocausts are occurring every time we blink our eyes. The next time you open your eyes think about this. All of these mass extinctions going on right now are tantamount to the planet shedding so many individual cells. It's like the Earth has been constantly sloughing off its skin ever since the day we were born into it. We've been likened to fleas on a dog before, but aren't we really more like dandruff on the hide of a colossus?  

   One thing we should all be able to agree upon is the simple fact that total and absolute extinction doesn't even exist; it's a myth, a fairy tale. Sort of like the idea of death itself, perhaps the most misunderstood and horrifying legend of them all. I understand this may not make sense to most people reading this. All I'm trying to say is, sure, it's natural to be terrified of our own deaths, yet I think we should at least try to take some comfort in being aware that overall, it's not so much life on earth being threatened with extinction, but our own understanding of the facts; something which, in and of itself, we should all welcome with a blessed sense of relief. 

   So we should all set ourselves at ease knowing that thinking is a disease. While the ordinary run of the mill business of killing and dying continues to persist, in blissful ignorance we ourselves never really cease to exist. If you think about it enough, you begin to realize that while individuals continue to die, the colony thrives.  So before we each give up the ghost, let's all make a toast, "Long live the Host." 

Venus Fetus Earth Birth

The history of space travel  encapsulated 

in our voyage from Venus to Earth 

astride our cosmic planetary steed

after our Sun had spat out its seeds

from the intersection of a nuclear furnace 

and the absolute nexus of a black hole  

we came to step out of searching for who brought us here

We look all about seeing nothing but land and blue sky

All of our heads filled with the need to explain why

Side effects of our programming built in to question

Darker Than Charcoal

Scientists working with the European Space Agency's Rosetta mission have found that Comet 67P/Churyumov–Gerasimenko is darker than charcoal. It is compared to Earth and the moon in this image released on Jan. 22, 2015. 

(Image: © ESA/Rosetta/MPS for OSIRIS Team MPS/UPD/LAM/IAA/RSSD/INTA/ UPM/DASP/IDA and Gordan Ugarkovich (Ear

th); Robert Vanderbei, Princeton University (Moon); ESA/Rosetta/NAVCAM (67P/C-G))

Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko's skin tone is darker than charcoal. A stealth diver swimming towards us through the inky darkness of space.  He's long been accustomed to his precise orbital trajectory about our Sun. He's been making the rounds ever since his promethean race of Phaetonites launched the First Exodus Campaign that led to our ancestor's migration to Mars. The moon was involved in that cosmic spectacle as well, only it was placed deliberately about Earth's orbit, back then. They called it the Guardener, in the sense that it tended the field of our planet's atmosphere as well as stood as solitary sentinel about our otherwise vulnerable world. It could be said today that Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko has a date with an old counterpart, the moon.  Exactly how that all manages to go down remains to be seen. That is the stuff of prophecy. Pieces of the game set in motion long ago are getting ready to become assembled as players. The tantric holography of the endless system weaves about itself into nesting cages of hearts. The second law of thermodynamics becomes the mobius link which drives this eternal engine. Stay tuned for more details as they come in the form of compressed digital missives sent by the BloodHost in the form of the "nanohorde," having arrived embedded within neutrinos as messages received beginning ten years ago, via a far-away black hole [cosmic postal service], and still ongoing today during intermittent intervals.    

Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko

image courtesy of ESA/Rosetta/NAVCAM. It is not a Promethean hunchback glancing at the camera.

My favorite comet, the Jupiter-family member Churyumov-Gerasimenko (67P) from the Kuiper belt, can be seen revealed here in this greyscale photograph as yet another altogether grotesque parody of the original series of uncanny pareidolia examples which have led me on a veritable roller coaster of viewpoints and angles showcasing the comet as a promethean bust and now their imprints have fossilized into the phosphenes of my squeezed shut eyes until I cannot escape their haunting evocation any longer, don't tell me that isn't an old hunch-backed mummified humanoid with its head turned slightly to the left toward the camera lens. Nevermind the two white pixels representing the burning cores drilling from the pinpoint pupils of its eyes. Forget about the cheekbone and nose and mouth, the hunched over head, all the rudimentary nodules weathered off the sectioned torso, just forget that you ever even thought about imagining such a thing. This pareidolia phenomenon is nothing to look at. It's not the mummified carcass of an ancient progenitor. Get out of here. We've got philosophizing to do. Why is this comet so damn freakish.  

Why do I keep thinking about Ceres and all the fresh water on it--far more than all the water on our planet's oceans combined. Couldn't Ceres be the largest remaining chunk of the legendary planet Phaeton? Could the yawning chasm of the asteroid belt hold the answers to our species' long buried origins? Has a faction of humanity in the far future actually sent back nanocomputers in time shrunken down to fit inside neutrinos and beamed them back through the center of a black hole to the year 2009 where a hospital transporter working in radiology got the nanoswarm embedded in him and that's how he was programmed to put out the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction on blogger, because the BloodHost downloaded the executable file in him at the behest of the human crew on Ceres/Mars/Ganymede (or whatever the case may be)?  Ever since I received the messages I've also been directed to images of the Churyumov-Gerasimenko comet, and coincidentally enough, it does belong to the Jupiter family of TNOs, from what I've been led to understand. In another recent missive, I found suggestions that a colony of human astronauts may have survived in (our future) one or more various nodal points throughout this solar system; Mars, Ceres, and Ganymede being the likeliest among them.  I've been led to suspect that the group who sent the freezine missive may be one of these stranded colonies. The interceding bits of the directive get stitched together in time. Eventually the meaning will get carried across and get through to us all. In the meantime we can only wait in thrall.  We've got our eyes on you, Mr. Churyumov-Gerasimenko. In the coiled poise of an adder's head (a sigil for cell division) the human fetus lies within a series of nesting doll's wombs blossoming in the stellar nexus. Just another death's head moth chrysalis preserved for the transmutation of dragon like extremophiles. 

No, this final perspective of Churyumov-Gerasimenko does not resemble an iconic curled up petrified human foetus, so get that thought out of your head right this minute. It has nothing to do with what this comet of the Outer Dark that comes from Jupiter's family of Trans-Neptunian-Objects was sent to accomplish, of course not, the uncanny resemblances to various hominid postures and evolutionary stages are completely happenstance, there's nothing to see here or think about folks, just scroll on to the next blog; nothing's on its way.   

quantum transmon

A transmon is a custom-designed electrical circuit devised to control quantum phenomena in scientific experiments.  (To enter the quantum world, one must be necessarily chilled to within one-thousandth of a degree above absolute zero.)  These are the tiniest details here at the bottom of experience, on the smaller end of the spectrum.  At 37 degrees Celsius, how much closer to absolute zero are we than to the mean temperature of the Sun?


The center of the sun is 15,000,000° Celsius. 
That's 27 million degrees if you're in America.
The surface of the sun is 5,600° Celsius.  
That's ten thousand degrees over here. 
We are 37° Celsius.  That's about ninety-nine degrees in the USA.  
Absolute zero is -275.15° Celsius.  We're talking almost six hundred degrees below zero, here. 




We are by several thousands of orders of magnitude that much closer to absolute zero than we are anywhere near the temperatures of the sun.  Not much of a difference in the weather in other words (by contrast to the scorching fires of hell). We are veritably simmering out here on a just thawed out surface; a-broil along the scintillating edge of time's razor sharp blade.

Absolute zero by definition means a cessation of the movement of atoms. A total reality freeze. You mean to tell me that we exist just three hundred and twelve degrees Celsius above absolute zero?   That's a difference of 594 degrees Fahrenheit. (As opposed to the 15 million degrees Celsius at the center of the Sun.)

Say the mean temperature of Hell is fifteen million degrees Celsius.  Does that make the temperature of heaven two-hundred-and-seventy-five degrees below zero? (Of course not. It only goes to show how figuring goes. If we cared to, it could be proven the temperature of paradise lies somewhere in between; say, about thirty-seven degrees Celsius (from what I've seen).

So the claim goes that what lies after in our imagined paradise could be necessarily very different than our conditional environment we're accustomed to here in the flesh, and that's understandable, all things considered. But for the sake of an argument that stands to be gained here and now, I'm fine with an even thirty seven degrees Celsius in Eden.  The more I think about it, the more oppressively hot it seems, to me.  Six hundred degrees above absolute zero....

This contention proves we're in a sort of living hell already.