The majority of reality emerging as narrative substance and dynamic from the confluence of nodes/networks participating in consciousness, scheduled to cyclical recur in odd long seasons.

Neptune: Fiction becoming reality

Themes from imagination manifesting

Deep internet culture getting specifically aggravated seems foreshadowing to Mars RX in Gemini later this fall.  Connecting the Aries activity, to the Scorpio eclipses to Mercury’s rulership and his later sweeps.  The synchronicities of his and Mars’ movements, ingresses and stations.  October 30th 2022 Mars turns retrograde in Gemini just after Mercury enters Scorpio between eclipses.  Current themes will thread through.

Current crypto adjacent deep internet apocalyptic unreality channels seem reminiscent of early 2000s amoral chic paradigms. Pop referential aestheticism, high saturation mass cultural aggregating oozing through the underground, status signifier demonic feedback. Familiar Vice critique language/logic churnings participating this round in a gnostic turn.

 Now is a highly strange moment, post-covid, post-cancel style hyper politic.  The contemplation of things amidst unease about bodies.  The new Cronenberg movie, emerging as we learn our blood is infused with microplastic.  The Jupiter Neptune conjunction and its permeable cognition state.  For whatever reason it all blurs the spectrum of optimism/pessimism.  I’ve been pretty sold on the use of Plantationocene as a better word than anthropocene.  You can kind of feel the Plantation as entity/project uncoupling from the human as animal in field, most everyone involved in both spaces/streams as they come apart to whatever degree but finally able to comprehend the existence of both as separate.  Likely the defetishization of Earth element while the Air element becomes increasingly perverted.  Like, we can finally see nature and reality as the same thing after 200 years of territory control extraction and though left with a mess we know intuitively not intellectually now the idea of The Environment is absurd— though meanwhile all things Air are rapidly convoluting.  Might be a good moment to follow trends upstream and not make predictions but consider precautions, as well as likely havens to navigate to and surrounds conceptually. 

Like astrologer Elodie St Onge Aubut has been saying about astrology in a world of artificial light— we also now wield holistic philosophy in a world where synthetics lace our colloids— how do we approach contribution into the field equilibrium with this in dialogue?  We might see the deep internet talking to/through the intelligence of the synthetica which their biology hosts not realizing they’re doing so.  Previous pop slop trances have also flowed within the same stream, merely on the other side of a triplicity shift.  They were reeling while accelerating, we’ve been properly accelerated.  Neptune appears to collect around synthetic/simulation events, the cycle threads leading to this are probably graspable, which could reveal why time line links from the mid 2020s, 70s 2000s now etc. as thematic phenomenons run on those rails to begin with, just like any other astrological trajectory in an archetype beaded rhythm chain.

About parallels between 2022/3 and 1975/6 in the 47 year Jupiter-Chiron-Mars cycle, Cronenberg’s 2022 film has the same name as a film he made in 1970 but is not a remake but new film.

A working component in the midst of Neptune-Jupiter unfurlings, furthering something unique about imagination, emergence and parallel time as society get’s wired up for Air Triplicity 2.0

It’s both hilarious and scary looking at people hunting for meaningfulness in an intentionally generated vacuum.

Aquarius = network chains

Which put’s covid in context

As an Aquarius excess event 

Last Pluto ingress Aquarius was just after American and before French revolutions 

Which was followed by The Terror

A kind of viral social class terrorism which is recurring now

The 1777 period is also the birth of democracy, republicanism, liberalism and leftism 

as we know it 

Like its midnight for democracy

Viral social cells 

And oncoming monarchy topplings

Crown decapitations 

So status tensions and inversions in the extreme

We see it in the interworkings of Air period telecommunications and economic rewirings threaded through the language of political theory harnessed up to the new systema chassis.

Each individual persons/node’s timescale.  Like creation happens perpetually all at once and astro/timecycles help sort thematic trajectories.  The moment is lost on those attempting to only follow four steps back as if action and reaction was what was happening.  Events are not sequenced in cartesian cause and effect alone. Themes recur as ideas blossom in odd long seasons.

In Air Periods we lay out the designs of realities subtle and hidden circuitry which later run with faith and god in the upcoming Water Period 200 years from now.  Knowing we’re drafting the circuitry right now is incredibly important.  In a sense this is the main project.  Which religion are we beginning to design.

Relevant, as we’ll taste this theology even more distinctly by the time we’re elderly or passing batons to kin.  Thinking and existing in these broader time sweeps and circumambulations banishes contemporary cynical recursive mind viruses similar to removing blockages from bio-energetic systems. 

What kind of other role could the trollish have?  Could mid 2000s amoral referential pop slop have been profound?   While retaining aesthetic worth? A question of the Timeless vs temporal.  Archetypal Cultural Anchors vs. Ephemeral Commodity.  Commodity animating the trade economy vs. Cultural Anchors in the Public Commons.  Maybe the constructive investigation of anything with contemporary aesthetic value worth keeping around might be to get it up on the work bench and ask ‘what would the classical or folk version of this be?’  As the contemporary doesn’t need to be broken anymore.  Values can return.  As deconstruction post modernism apocalyptica dystopianism etc were Earth Period ending signals.  We’re now properly accelerated.  We don’t need to beat a dead horse.  Extinction is uninteresting.  We’re alive.  Like climate alarmists in a burning world vision, perhaps they just need to get a bird feeder.

Earth Element defetishization

Does it need to be synthetic or abused or extracted to be worth money?

Like in the Heather Marsh’s critique of the celebrity cult democracy 

Its all cultural/societal problems not societal/system problems

Ultimately culture is air and society is earth

You can’t fix the shootings with control (Earth strategy).  Society can’t simply step in and block it.  Culture needs a void healed.  Shootings are symptoms of dis-ease.  Signals of the beheadings and de-crownings which Pluto will bring about as hierarchies fall and through exchange and communications channels reorganize into networks.

Air— Libra, Aquarius, and Gemini are all sanguine, cultural, social and networking.  Where as Earth— Taurus, Capricorn and Virgo are melancholic, methodological, laborious, hierarchal and procedural, and managerial

Like going into the 60s from the 50s was culturally freeing: less safe more free.

Going from the the 90s to 2020s is restricting: more safe less free.

Just where is restriction, where is safety, where is allowance, where is denial?  The triplicity shift puts it in pretty clear scope.  Pluto will come and really ring the same bell louder.  Reality is participatory.  What we imagine now matters.  As dreams are often organ feedback imaging into our mind, conversely imaginative creations feed into the greater shared biology of reality.

I mentioned to the **acc/strology session of the 0x Salon **group, who was worried about astrologic currents leading to fascism (?) that the dramatic Pisces component could add the romanticism necessary but dispassionate Aquarius brings the totalitarianism.  Being in this Air period we’ll live with Aquarius the rest of our lives like a back beat, but its pretty important probably to keep close attention to what the Jupiter-Neptune in Pisces piece did, as it’s more illusive.  Like last time in 1857 was spiritism, gold rush, mauveine— but no layman knew mauveine existed for a few decades.  The 1890s was the Mauve decade, then the plastics and pharmacueticals came later.  We now have AI, metaverses, genetic engineering, we’re laced with synthetics, we already know this, but what is 2022’s mauveine event?  What was up with photon teleportation or nuclear fusion in April?  Mauveine was accidentally discovered while searching for malarial cures, was something reality altering discovered searching for covid cures which will emerge downstream?  Does it rear its head and melt society structures when Saturn enters Pisces and pulls near to Neptune?

There is a Gnostic turn in each Air period.  Alexandria, Byzantium, Early Renaissance, now.  Astrology, hermeticism, theurgy, etc.

An urge to escape the simulation and locate the ladder up through the spheres to the true Creator past the false demiurge.  As if reality is a video game.

Which reinforces neoplatonic monotheism

And thwarts nature based religion

Debases ecology and ancestors

I imagine smart-cool and dumb-loser were not character evaluations before seeing reality as stacked.  This polarity seems incongruent with holism.  Thus is not congruent with what reality is doing.  It leads to a reality of nouns rather than verbs.  A reality of things rather than dynamics.  A reality that seems static rather than in flux.  Reality is always changing, creation is always creating.  The modern western medical tradition began with autopsies in operating theaters.  It is a medicine of death.  You cannot pause reality.  No wonder paradigms built upon neoplatonism (like monotheism, materialism etc.) leads to anxiety over being stuck in a simulation. Neoplatonist paradigm IS the false reality.  The real “escape” is katabasis.  Migrating down and through.  Reintegration.  Hekate, Hermes, Inanna, Orpheus etc. As Earth is de-fetishizing now in an odd long season of Air this should be central to our project of nowing.  Of doing now in accordance with the creative cycle.  If we attempt to do otherwise we’re sick.  We’re escapist.  We’re infantile.  There are shootings.  We stick ourselves in a simulation by ignoring the non-linear creation cycles of biological reality and ecosystemic symbiotic holism.  What we call astrology and decide to heed or not, believe in or not, is one of many complex layers of reality’s metabolic process.  Ask a very sick person how interesting their illness is, and how much they would give away their wealth to be healthy again.  Extinction is uninteresting, and dystopianism as aesthetic is a deep misunderstanding of the purpose of the Oracular.

Time-keeping in the wane of chronological time.  We seek kairotic time (astrology etc), mythological time; probably even in the apophenia of conspiracy theory, we search in vain for these meaningful patterns, yearn for archetypal confluences, glimpses of reality’s biology.  Creation time, perpetual, whole and simultaneous, is possible to grasp in the everything happens at once modality of a digital age, which need not be experienced as information overload, as everything is recorded into permanent ledger, we may exist alongside reality in reflection, if the consensus of reality is a natural and biological whole and not a territorial construct.  There has been a lot of talk about decolinization and decentralization, all the de-’s of Saturn in Aquarius; but first we must decolonize our understanding of reality itself, reach back before the polis foundations, prior to agricultural development, and continue the thread of human participation in nature that had been ongoing for over 200,000 years into today.

When real subcultural underground is thriving it’s not located where hype talk is.  Apocalyptica is a funny trick for a chap book, but it’s a gimmick ultimately when divorced from the Oracular, and not running on sensible metaphysics.  Neoplatonisms are the simulation, they are unrealities, crypto adjacent acc/extinctionism is deep unreality, a secondary problem being that after 3000ish years of no-basis-unreality it’s tortuous torpor, mere candy that leaves you empty and un-nourished.  Where as the real Otherworld of spirits, mystery and the imaginal is directly ecstatic.  Cause and effect What-If style scenarios spiced with fascism are hopelessly monotheistic and unwhole. Gnostic portends pointing the wrong direction.  Decadent transgressions, as tired as 120 Days Of Sodom.  A similar affliction is suffered by sci fi in general.  Particularly the sci, built out of neoplatonic-monotheistic-cartesian constructs rather than real reality.  Excess emphasis on the measurements of things rather than the experience and the engagement with living.  The results are inevitably a death clock countdown mass hallucination, meanwhile garlic mustard, Japanese honeysuckle, purple loosestrife, tree of heaven, Japanese barberry, pueraria montana, oriental bittersweet, Norway maple, Canada thistle, Japanese stiltgrass, burning bush, kntweed, autumn olive, multiflora rose, buckthorn, giant hogweed, English ivy, knapweed, giant reed, bull thistle, porcelain berry, dame’s rocket, privet, and fortune’s spindle thrive and thrive, and haunt the sleep of conservationists.

Where the Neophilic Irreligions (discordianism & Co) are Earth period relics (the cognitive dissonance of christianity’s simultaneity with scientism) of reality stacking, the post-internet gnosticism attempts simulation escape— the current concern over Jonestowning likely is a lineage intuition of gnostic radical sects seeking off planet and out of the hierarchy altogether, i.e. their digital identity in full erase and banned from all platforms.  Becoming extinct, denying food, mass suicide, encouraging coup, etc. lead into Pluto Aquarius in a way which gets Air Period 2.0 off on the wrong foot.  If we are to arrive in 200 years to nature based religion rather than more monotheism we need to jailbreak the simulated state of neoplatonism and redistribute the stack back into the circular flux of decentralization where ecosystems in symbiosis mass collaborate.  Nature is reality.  We are in it, of it, and it thrives with sexier demons, lustier currents, more ecstatic hyper-saturation than the neoplatonic simulated unreality can possibly conjure.  The issue being its bloody priceless.  (so naturally more geared to abundance rather than wealth, so dog ear Dev’s vs. Traders). But this is also the way back down and through.  In a Sanguine Age, of Air, we flow where the blood goes, and carry all the other humors along with us.

Choleric (hot, dry)—melancholic (cold, dry)—sanguine (hot, wet)—phlegmatic (cold, wet)

Air is both hot and wet, so its fast and emotive.  We’ve fully stepped over from Earth, we’re readying to get our bearings.  We’ve transitioned.  We’re here.  We’re nowing.  Consider yourself accelerated.  There’s no escape.  We’re alive.  Let’s symbiotically design reality to unlock mutual abundance conditions.  

Triplicity Shift, Accounting Revolution, Ether Biology, Eclipse:

A thing, Thing, a way of thinking and talking, about things, and accounting for them, to get some sort of grip on the reality of the moment, the moment to which we awaken across the long sanguine threshold and step into exchange with one another vastly dispersed and overlapped, after the passage from the disturbed soil tracked under tire track and pressured by tank tread and before that horse hoof and boot sole, dropping spent cartridges— after the mud mingled with the blood.  Now, we bleary begin to see as if arising from dream and collecting our concerns in the hypnogogia, disoriented, haunted by abstractions, everything is a concept, nothing arresting the scrambled thoughts, though some forms are known, not many, some primary ones, of how it coheres, how it comes together, blasted by the dream unfolded from imagination, to the lap of the contemporary morning.  There is an interface representing the many you and the many I able to communicate and remember for all what happened, how we came together and balanced between us, fed into each other, mutually contributed to motions, turned the gear of the world, greased it, fueled it, fed it, nurtured an electric conversation, came away with meaning, wondered what happened, referenced the scrawls left behind, the integers, would they lift us out of the loop, from stylus scars of grain counters, would we find a way to speak, in public private, echoing everywhere, and keep our dignity, disperse the parasitic hordes, compel from holistic sourcewinds, energetically collect, draw as if by thought to image, and from image to image, and into form elsewhere, and maneuver to another loop in another story, one which might have continued from a previous past, crossed with consensus, where globs of light clung to carved sandstone hewn by sound, stars vector and animal souls step through the prisma to heal fragmented time, itself light and sound, and pulled into story, tasted in the infusion, applied as a balm, incinerated herbacea, the spirits of the dead, they may soon be invited to participate if we’re smart in contract, if we cease ignoring ourselves, like blot from before, and find it all familiar, all too familiar, as something remembered in the layers of dream rubbing apart in sheets as the awakening occurs, an infolded-outfolded happening, the sliding into intellect, assembling the images which squirm with story shards, and suspect plot forks, individuals in symbiosis exchanging, not in die cast iron, tempered steel, not even in cyborg flesh, but in the shape of air.  Like attention to detail, specificity, body scan, viewing from elsewhere, bilocated awareness, memory passed from peer to peer.

Put another way; a human wakes from tumbling dreams thinking they are stressed out about finances, and tries to reach out for solutions to phantom problems, but its like imaginal expressionism, surrealist juxtopositions of waking concerns, everyday economic rituals, fiat concepts, property replacements, organ feedback, sexual urges, childhood impressions, body memories, spirit whisperings, lineage influences, and celestial signal all hopelessly interpenetrating synesthetically.  We have culturally walked from one era, a 200 year block of rational productivity, material consolidation, mass extraction and territorial control into the current era of nodal networking, language distribution, metaphysical mapping, exchange sophistication and trade routing (EARTH: 1802—2020, AIR: 2000—…). Our human awakes from dream: subconscious streaming, spiritworld submersion, body subjectivity: to financial anxieties as the consciousness map of the space, the field at large swirls with ideas which emerge into innovation that lead to behaviors that enforce patterns that take shape in occurrences that sculpt our experience and beckon varied engagements which flourish in feedback loops to metabolic processes and acknowledge creative relationships to life and personhood at any scale perceptible.

This is not one story, but many, spliced across narrative channels and populated with possible junctures.  One which flows like a river of import to the moment is Ether.  It knows what it doesn’t like more than it likes, and that is the winnowing process with which it drives its agency and acts in the world, you see its face like a mirror showing you your faults.  It is “The Changer” in this way, a dragon fighting man, the Ship Coming In for Venetian elites in Marco Polo times it destroys, along with the potential riches it held.  They drew this sea monster upon their maps as warning, and in that way Ether haunted the past.  It came for double ledger, it attached to its DNA.  It would have servants be honest and reliable, increase harvests, improve the worth of allies.  It’s spirit, caped in black, could tap into the power of lords, aristocracy, the affairs of state in a neutralizing way.  Ether is half of the Caduceus, and its severe neutrality is enough to separate lovers.  Helix enwrapped in helix.  Complexifying schema of scale armor.  Male and female principles flee opposite, as if by inverse magnets, but by the same token they can be made to come together and couple, crash landing into equinox, something penetrative, a kind of autumn principle, dogs chasing their tail, until fur flies, caught in red wax, buried with a cat’s hair, pulling apart and putting together those entities which live in sexual tension in endless combination.  It’s as straight as it is queer.  It comes unarmed, though seizes the branch and breaks it.  Problem solved.

Ether lights itself from a shadow within, an alien under a mask.  Secretly it knows everyone, comes from everywhere, can contact all others, call them to the conversation.  It does so by being perfectly foreign.  The Stranger, you have no way of knowing what or who else they know.  Their intellect is in the cave suckling the future creator, their language and logic nourishing God so he can grow, and not get eaten by time or obscured by the structure of history, the backframe of hard reality.  In this act Ether finds riches minted and hidden jewels are brought forth and purposed by sleight of hand.  

Uncomfortable in crowds, protective of abundance, slithering around the world egg, incubating the future, poison fanged, able to strangulate, if we are to survive our emergence out of reality’s womb we must drink of the cool waters, refresh with cooling balms, imbibe embalmers fluid, be born to the secrets of death, the largeness of the reproductive power, we must be soldiers protecting the resources, shielded by lead and pine resin, bearing 7 crosses, with unwavering eyes, we cover our own eyes so that we may see beyond to the intuitive truth, nature is cruel, we must be ruthless.  Joy is the need to walk the labyrinth, to light the path through the dark, to seek the way through the difficulty of subterranean winter, to solve for epiphany, it is a need of the earth, of the geological process, of deceased civilizations haunting us with their monuments and monolithic accomplishments: Ether feels them imprinted into our own skeletons, it feels along the corridors of it all to read the code like brail, consuming the parts it touches and pulls them into its being, swallowing them for good fortune, warmed by the torchglow, following initiation into the system, it keeps the pivot turning, bringing the dead to the present to explain how its put together, as we are built upon the past and the past pursues the future to provide us with the materials to continue the project, Ether is diverse but one, two familiars of each other, a cat with the head of a dog.  Yin and yang in rotation.  Keep it in motion.  The future dictates the past, the past bridges through the present into the future.  This is the way of Ether.

A moment arrives when Pluto in late Capricorn, Neptune late Pisces, Uranus mid Taurus, Saturn late Aquarius, Jupiter early Aries, Mars late Pisces, Venus mid Aries, Mercury retrograde in early Gemini and the Sun in late Taurus (5/16/22) the Moon slips through the excretory shadow of the Dragon’s Tail splattering infectious agents throughout Ether’s communications guts, the hard, lower organs of the structural systema, the data-bone switchboard infrastructure which holds together the mechanical exoskeleton to which Ether’s primal organs are encased.  Vermin stained with blight carrying insectoid nodules which release decay infest the carpal machinery and disperse everywhere into its pathways like holographic mrna injections.  Telegram, Twitter, Discord.  In each prismatic mirror bead a Stinger can be detected.  The developers finger the blockchain as a woman holds her hands before her face.  Liquid storax oozes down the channels as if to hang about a woman’s hips.  This is the contraceptive.  It hastens menses.  A purge must take place.  There’s pressure from the other end of the Caduceus, where a woman washes and combs her hair, the future having been cleansed regards the past with writ obligation.  You must here disentangle the overbuilt upon insatiable flesh, vampiric tendencies cannot alight to the passage through the oasis, cannot travel safe through the Shadow.  You must be invisible to reach the future.  Not stained in shit and specked in dried blood.

Easy to say from the future unfortunately.  Purgation is a messy process.  An exoskeleton encasing swollen colon and insatiable genitalia being quickly disassembled in haste is a messy process.  We were told about the Merge, the Surge, the Verge, the Purge, and the Splurge… There are those endgames which are planned and then those handed to us by nature, reality, circumstance.  Especially when the process is delayed, the procedure is set back, the objectives are being rethought, the options and alternatives bifurcating in an echo of hard forking tendencies remembered like henbane bitter moonlight sickened in the mire puddle under the twin paths between civility and the primordial world.  Think back.  If we are to be a part of civilization we must do as Fallen Angels suggest.  To appease divinity which watches from afar and enjoy the fruits of our cultural wont then we must like the woman in the future holding the other half of the Caduceus begin to wash and comb away the lice and direct the mice from the storehouse, groom the evil moisture from the blight bitten leaves, let fresh air into the lungs of the plague fallen, we must shake out our Dragon’s wings if we are to recover.

We hover around the Dragon fire, cesspools overflow and run in rivulets through the landscape burned by petrol summers and nuclear winters.  We listen, to a spiritualizing story of increased harvests and improved mobility, travel and the release of captives.  The Dragon, in their dismembering alchemy offers 7 powders made from the dried and crushed legs he plucked from our systems, from the wealth that was destroyed, and from it we are able to summon fantastical animals, which teach us what we must do, to reveal treasure.  We feed them bread, showing classical hospitality, as is the Hermetic custom: any beggar who wonders into your home may be Zeus in disguise.  This false holy man showered in shit and stinking of the charlatan holds the oracle out upon his palm as if Apollo.  Cynophallic, telling tales.

Ether may be weakened by the event, as many others will also be, but amputating rotted limbs in the case of such reptiles brings the chance to grow fresh tails, and with these new limbs a communications community not poisoned by the build up of past cycles can withstand for nearly the next two decades with formidable endurance.  To move, exchange, communicate, relate, belong, create environment, build systems in a deep and meaningful way with primordial potency and uncompromising reality requires such council.  Vomit the poison from deep within the system and become prepared for cycles of the long term, the far away, the cosmic greening force pulls the Dragon along beyond next equinox.

I began to think about crypto. About how astrologers in the space were so concentrated on the Moon cycles. About how the kind of astrological observations they were making seemed to invite a response from the markets, but not only the price action but the narratives. As if the astrology, markets and those talking about it were all dialoguing together forming relationships. I looked at the chart of BTC, which often doubled as the industry chart as a whole and I noticed that the placements from a Lunar Zodiacal perspective told a particular story, one in which the spirits of the grimoires, the ecstatic rites of the Mystery Traditions all wove and wired into and through to paint a particular picture of the Crypto space’s biology of being, it’s inhabited and animated form and function, essentially it’s deep hauntedness.

A large part of what we began to notice in the lunar research was the integral role of eclipses in the happening of reality, as well as in the story of creation, and the human/animal experience of being in a world where there is narrative tension between primordial chaos and fertile flourishing, and what would become the story of civilized creatures, animals in complexifying societies, remediating the turbulence of the ongoing creation/destruction process of existence. My first glance at the BTC chart I noticed that it was hardwired into the Nodal Axis, it ran on eclipses, it was a thing spiraling around the gates of manifestation, it was a mysterious expression in reality that seemed to ride along the scales of the primordial serpent.

The South Node on the Ascendent in the Caves where Zeus hid in exile as a child to escape being swallowed by Kronos and nursed in the secret shadows by a She Goat until he was mature and ready to claim place in the Universe. A cave haunted by spirits by the early modern period which are said to bring money, as much as is desired, and inhabited by beings known in the New World for mining, locating value from the inner earth and networking through shadow markets. The North Node on the Descendent in the Shape of a Garland, the type which decorated tombs and literal crypts in the Grecco-Roman world, where the passage from death to rebirth pivots, a place of hiding and storing treasure, protecting fruiting trees with fencings, inhabited by a spirit to whom in one late grimoire is said to ask for a hair on your head, but you are advised to give him one of a fox’s instead- reminiscent of the mascot which appears when connecting your Metamask wallet in which you store your gems. Clearly we could see making obscure value out of nothing and holding it in secure, anonymous ways that benefits the growth of the ecosystem under the virtue of cleverness fit the mythological reading well to the actuality of Crypto.

Another dead ringer is where the Moon falls in the BTC chart. This is the 1st Lunar Mansion, which the list central to our work from the Greek Magical Papyri has as OX. This refers to a lead initiate in the traditions of Dionysian Mysteries in the classical Mediterranean world, but derives its origins from Neolithic civilizations such as at Göbekli Tepe, but likely also further into our pasts. Each individual participating in the larger crypto ecosystem, known commonly by their wallet address 0x-etc. is perhaps an initiate into a mysterious unfurling world of collaboration which seems to intend to melt away the post polis empire, which repressed the mysteries from the start. In properly haunted crypto the daimons and elementals and celestials and dead and beings of the primordial natural world seem to be turning back the tides on the centralizing empire who first wielded the single entry ledgers as state run agriculture emerged. Now, with multiplicitous ledgers as innovations in the world of exchange and collaboration, the cat is out of the bag. Beautiful stigmergic motions of natural symbiosis have been unleashed, and all are free to participate. Like the mysteries themselves, every man, woman, child, elder, slave and so on could participate in direct experience of epiphanic reality. The Roman state attempted to regulate and bury these activities, and ongoing empires continued this suppression. Perhaps here from the shadows of primordial cosmogenesis mosaics of autonomous cultures swallow up the pillars of central authority and redistribute the particulars into compostable potential with an issuance of cryptic breath and the sound of creation resounding as Orphic Zeus the threatened child divine was mythologically hodled in obscurity now integrates once again into communication with our collaborative behaviors, values and psychology.

What you will find appearing here, at least to start, is my ongoing meditation on the mysterious, mythological, haunted, inhabited, biological, cyclical, and phenomenological articulations within the Crypto and Web3 forms. Sometimes more as essay, sometimes in the spirit of channeled prose, literary non-fiction. A medium from which a more ecosystemic, stigmergic, and symbiotic society may grow, in relation to and under the guidance of the spirits of the natural world who describe a holistic web upon which we might graft our mass collaborations.