You awaken from uneasy dreams and reach for your smartphone, its myriad pixels illuminating within Gorilla glass and screen-protective laminates as your awareness resumes inside the Facebook Matrix.
The archetypal plant organ is the leaf, flat and
open to the cosmos. The sun, moon, and stars bring about its
rhythmic contractions. Upon
this archetypal theme, each plant family plays and improvises in amazing variety. Human beings also have an archetypal form of their body/soul configuration.
The Singularity Archetype is a resonance, flowing backward through time,
of an approaching Singularity at the end of human history. Since the
Singularity Archetype is a ubiquitous hologram, you don’t have to see it
through my eyes. It is like a mote
of light you can see reflected in the eyes of multitudes.
An Interdimensional Traveler must have a moral purpose, and must be aware of all the shrinking rays
that press upon us. The price of freedom for the Traveler is
eternal vigilance about the sticky enchantments that would like to bind us to
the Babylon Matrix and turn us into hordes of automatons
and hungry ghosts.