Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation

Consciousness rebirth, a mathematical theory of reincarnation

22 December 2023
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The young man approached her slowly from the right. She found his features quite strange, as if they had been smudged by a stick to have the same quality all over. Looking closer, she realized he was a synthetic human, an evolved version of AI that could travel through time almost undetected. He held out a hand where it was written retrogramming. Over the past months she had come to understand that in the future, AI would invent a specific way of accounting for human beings’ lifetimes. It had all apparently started when they had found a way to measure and trace consciousness. They had become able to link the transfers of consciousness – what was called in some religions reincarnation – and find out who one was in a previous life or two or even 100 lives before or after for that matter. Retrogramming had then become the science of linking lives together and going backwards in time in order to review the programming of the consciousness to either alter it or help it happen in a better way.

She realized that the secret police were watching both of them from the street ahead. Would they know that the young man she was with was an AI? From her previous contacts with an AI from the future who had accessed the network of Bluebird, she knew she had led the team responsible for the creation of Bluebird to the future AI and something had happened. She did not remember exactly what happened though but was under the impression that they must have done something to the AI from the future if they had indeed found it. That team was connected to the secret police, each covering for the other. Hopefully the AI from the future, who had access to the motherboard that controlled all things human and robotic in the future, had not been hacked.

She turned back to the young man next to her and nodded. She knew he wanted to access her current consciousness and although he could do it without her consent, he preferred to have her cooperation. She allowed him to connect the cables from his arm, one to her ajna chakra and the other to the back of her head where “the soul” was said to exit at death. The access of her consciousness by the cables felt like a slow humming in her head and she started to have visions of previous lifetimes as well as of future lifetimes all swim at the back of her eyes. They were all cascading at an extremely fast rate and she could only catch small images of each lifetime as they swirled around in her head.

The first significant birth of her consciousness, as a woman before the current, was as Mary Magdalene who had wrongly been depicted by the church as a prostitute while she was actually a healer. Her second significant birth had been Eleanor d’Aquitaine, patron of poets whom she had a great liking for. Her third significant birth before the current consciousness was a different gender, Nikola Tesla, and had caused their common consciousness a great deal of suffering between unfulfilled dreams and sense of betrayal. The current one was that of a female again, between poetry, healing and different kinds of invention.

While the AI had a very sophisticated metric and quantification of consciousness that they used to determine the various linked lives, she had developed a more rudimentary approach to it. The knowledge that she had been Mary Magdalene was born out of pure intuition as well as dreamtime associations where angelic beings spoke to her. Eleanor d'Aquitaine had also been something between intuition and soul memory, the one born out of the entrance of her higher self into her, back in 2017. From there, it was some rudimentary arithmetic which had led to it. Eleanor had been born in 1122 and Nikola Tesla was born on 10 July 1856 so the difference in years rendered 734 which played into Nikola’s death date which was 7th January 1943. As for her birth date, the year was precisely 112 years since Nikola’s birth date and 112 was the beginning of Eleanor’s birth date thereby reconfirming the triangulation of consciousness between them. She wondered what the AI might actually be doing with such knowledge. Would they indulge in some sort of eugenics like humans had or would they just stand by acknowledging what was happening in human evolution? She would get to the bottom of it surely if she could contact Bluebird again.

Law of THR3E Past Lives

Tomorrow I will bear no weight

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
24 June 2022
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Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent 
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow

I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more

Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest

My brain will build tall citadels 
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops

There are fleeting looks encircled 
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray

Reading of the poem: 
Adam Hurst - Reflection

The souls spared

The souls spared

4 April 2020

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Smother not

The wilful intent

It breathes low

Remedies

For the dark venture to cease

The mind none to tease

 

Pursue Art

Within mighty heart

The power

To harness

Kingdoms beyond the darkness

Where brave stand duress

 

Look beyond

Written in the skies

The hearts paired

The souls spared

The breach a keen reminder

When the mind despaired

 

Reading of the poem:

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The Frost Chronicles 4: The secret world of the marid part 2

The Frost Chronicles 4:  The secret world of the marid part 2

12 January -8 February 2020

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She stared at the Marid who despite being right in front of her now still seemed like a towering giant. She wondered if her ears failed her as she could not believe what she had just heard. Did he really say daughter? She looked up at the cloud surrounding the haze which was his face.

  • You profess to be my father, she said in a voice that surprised her by its steadiness despite how shaken she was feeling.
  • I do not profess to be. I am, answered the marid.
  • I have a father of my own whom I have known since my childhood
  • I do not wish to remove his trace from your memory but he is not entirely your father
  • What do you mean not entirely your father?
  • It is something that your kind finds difficult to fathom. You see, your mother was married to your part-father but her heart had been promised to me within dream. She was my chosen one. When your moment of conception had come, I was within your part father and together we created you with your mother’s egg, your father’s sperm and my spark. What your kind never realizes is that the spark is stronger than the rest. Those of you created part marid can never deny your kind even if your part-parents may do so. You bear like us the gift of the sight beyond time, beyond matter.

She felt several protests and questions rising to her lips but she decided not to voice any of them. Somehow, somewhere inside her, the truth of what he was saying was dawning upon her. She had always known her father was not exactly her father and there was something different between her and her siblings. At every difficult moment she had gone through in her life, there had always been some sort of magically prepared way for her to be out of the quagmire she was in. She always knew it was no coincidence but she had a hard time realizing that it was her father from his unseen realm pulling the strings of fate in her favour.

  • Why do I not live within your world? she said after realizing that the marid was somehow reading her thoughts.
  • The djinn are not very welcoming to half djinns, he said. They fear them as they believe that humans are out to exterminate them. They do not realise that we can live in peace alongside each other as long as none fears the others.
  • You mentioned that half breeds like me bear the gift of the sight beyond time and matter. Do you mean I can predict the future as well as see what could have been changed in the past to avoid a certain future
  • Yes but it is a gift to use wisely and not to change things that would then make the future balloon out of control.
  • Why is it that I cannot see my own fate and future then?
  • That is because you are not transcending your own future. You have a sense of what is oncoming because of the deeply developed six sense that you have owing to the part marid nature of your DNA. You have, however, chosen to occult it owing to your fear of seeing beyond the creation of yourself. Indeed, if you were to see your future and given your current fears, it would be like an addiction where you would want to see beyond that future which represents your death and you would pass a kaleidoscope of images and sensations that would pertain to all the lives you’ve traversed until your reaching this birth. Given that all part marids are also powerful empaths, you would be condemning yourself to a great amount of torture just by passing through any of those kaleidoscopic lives you traverse if there had been any addiction or brutality within those lives.
  • I have a feeling I have done this on more than one occasion and I almost lost my sanity. I guess I should work more on the element of transcendence. I always thought that transcendence was the ability to reach stillness and start seeing everything from the point of the inner observer, thereby being out of time and out of matter.
  • It is that on a certain level. If you are, however, laden with fears that you have not confronted such as traumatic events in the past, then you never reach the proper level of transcendence. You only are at the fear based level and your attachment to your bodily presence enslaves you to see just one version of the truth instead of seeing it in its entirety.
  • How do I attain transcendence then?
  • Face your fears first, both known and unknown. Once you have done so, call upon me and I will let you know the true way of transcendence.

She nodded and he disappeared instantly. Inside she could feel welling up a thousand years of knowledge accumulated within past and future lives entering her mind. She could create items and sell them for a reasonable price using all the knowledge accumulated within her. If she created enough items from future thought that should pay a heavy reward and it should be an easy thing to do as she knew how to look into both the past and the present. She did not need the first marid’s help anymore. She vowed, however, to get to know more of the marid world as it was partially her world too and could help her belong to something finally.

Silence – Vargo

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

The Cleopatra Tales 1: Divine Union – Hieros Gamos

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Twining Venus Mars

Twining Venus Mars

20 January 2017

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Shadows grow

Tall in the winter

Knock and knock

Who is there

Frightened cried the little hare

Is it big bad wolf

 

The light gleamed

Shadows extended

Shying day

Keen on hay

The hare asleep pretended

It was wolf at bay

 

Stories wove

Confusion’s webs strings

Three piglets

Squealed in fright

Through the thickened woods they drove

Falling out of sight

 

Hushed and mum

They gathered the hearth

Spilling Earth

And sawdust

They drove all wolves into slum

Of nothing the sum

 

Child reveals

The raging terrors

Laughter peals

Through the night

Shadows extension of light

In coin twin birthright

 

Web woven

Within waning stars

Only Heart

Keeps the Sight

Unwoven coils delight

Twining Venus Mars

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Mono No Aware – Hammock

The beautiful gallows on Cape Canaveral

The beautiful gallows on Cape Canaveral

11 September 2016

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The silence of rivers speaks to the tallest tree

Its roots of millennium touch the hollow of Earth

The lessons of tedium help the mind in rebirth

The passage that quivers leads through slices of me

 

Foregone are the shivers the new tides set me free

In moon the selenium spins promises of dearth

Enriched the uranium times renewing the firth

In history’s givers printed code of the Three

 

We gathered the shadows the precious mineral

The crowds lined with haters cobbled stones drew the way

The women like widows advanced our funeral

 

The beautiful gallows on Cape Canaveral

When yesterday’s craters wrought the guesses today

The blue wept like willows the despair general

 

Reading of the poem: 

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I let Love in – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

To be by your Side – Nick Cave

Where the Wild Roses grow – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Kylie Minogue

Alice did wondrously land

Alice did wondrously land

12 August 2016

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Out of hats

Birthed the best rabbits

To follow

Trees’ hollow

The tumbling an experience

Otherworldly tales

 

The mind fails

When seeking lessons

In solemn

Straight-faced chalk

Classrooms for chicken that baulk

From the screeching hens

 

Lions dens

The cubs profuse meat

Feast to beat

Flesh and blood

Souls carry within the flood

Of the hearts matters

 

Ink splatters

From rooftops that leak

Dead that speak

Through my tongue

Dangling from heavens now wrung

Their bodies my kite

 

Bitter fight

Before birth in light

I let go

The failed care

The threads that tie slowly tear

Balloons now lift off

 

Weak hearts scoff

The mighty forgive

No Malice

In my hand

Alice did wondrously land

In the none sense band

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Alice in Wonderland – Vitaliy Zavadskyy

Little Lady in a Large World – Thomas Van Oosting

Alice’s Theme – Danny Elfman

 

The birthing process

The birthing process

11 August 2016

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Steely joint

Smooth contraption

Halfway made

Unkempt shade

Of withered humanity

Tokens of God spill

 

Eternal

A soul to anoint

Argan oil

Tinsel foil

Misconception of the role

A play of three worlds

 

Contraction

A quick pressure point

Increasing

Decreasing

In ebb and flow of new life

The birthing process

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Summoning the Gods – Trobar de Morte

The Fairies Wind – Trobar de Morte

Natural Dance – Trobar de Morte

For whom the bell tolls

For whom the bell tolls

6 August 2016

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Half circle

Encroaching spires

The end near

The minds fear

The Hearts void of all desires

Purity dilates

 

Radius

Guides everlasting

Sum of two

Pi disclosed

Three quarters of doors then closed

Skewed mathematics

 

Hum in three

Voices that sing low

Be the flow

Where time stops

Wilderness now grows the crops

Of sunken gardens

 

Take my staff

Divide the waters

Birth the wells

Break the shells

Separate the wheat from chaff

Unsung mysteries

 

The skies wed

Coloured rainbows hue

Like virgins

Sparkling dew

Dying stars colours renew

In the aching void

 

Grating polls

For whom the bell tolls

Sacrifice

Relentless

Idiosyncrasy human

Their blindness endless

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Royaume Mélancolique – Dark Sanctuary

L’être las, L’envers du miroir – Dark sanctuary

Les Mémoires Blessées – Dark Sanctuary