never runs out of ribbon
or paper
and sort the sheets as you go
not by title and folder
god, what a limiting experience that was
seeing my own life through my tech experiences
because they are real experiences
and they are uniquely mine
so what if most of my life is lived through a digital lens
but the analog and digital
aren’t so different
nor better than the other
they are coexistent with us
alive
with us
within us
Category: Arcane Poetry Vol. 2
magic typewriter
an ode to code
an ode to code
what is code
a magic typewriter
that does stuff
invisibly
crypto graphy
crypto anarchyAllow the Old World to Pass
Allow the old world to pass
Let yourself die
When the time comes
Dying within myself
The old way is going
Through the gates
It was time
A long time ago
Now we’re catching up
To reality
The new galactic neighbourhood
a tail is a cat’s cat
a tail is a cat’s cat
when something moves
and you momentarily forgot
about the cat
the tail does the same for the cat
a different perspective
antenna, like the whiskers
reminder they’re not alone
sweeping the e-m field
wide, rearancestral connection
reminder of our own antennaeA Traveller Through Lifetimes
A traveller.
Through lifetimes.
A traveller of time and space.
Using the vehicle of incarnations.
A Horrid Realization
Ritual abusers,
in whatever stripe they come –
Their ceremonies
You know the ones…
They’re supposed to represent life:
A life
From conception
That’s the part they show in movies –
Birth
Voila
To death
All represented neatly
In one ceremony
Cool right?
Clever even
But despicable beyond all reason
And it gets worse
You’d think, oh
At least it’s over
For the poor thing
Wrong!
That’s the very point of the rite
Not just the blood
The essence
The life energy
But the soul
A slave is born
A slave
To a slave
In a farm
To make more
The bottom
Of this depravity
I fear
We have not reached
Yet
We need to free those souls trapped
That cannot be permitted to stand
These are vile creatures
With a black hole for a soul
And no amount of hell-bound souls
Enslaved
Can feed what has no bottom
an IT conspiracy
think about it
they’re everywhere
in every company
they manage the pipelines
design, maintain
the routes of the most sensitive data
now, of course, there’s cryptography
that’s great at keeping individual bits locked
but zoom out further
every IT professional
either work for a company with robust protocols to keep their data safe
or work for a company that works for another, with non-disclosure agreements up the wazoo
So that’s fine; all the data stays tucked away, high in the cloud
But what’s between the lines?
What can be inferred by what is not said?
Which companies have agreements with whom?
And the boots on the ground, they know where at least some of the bodies are buried
They know what they’re asked to do and not do
But they have an idea of what is what and what goes where
So, in the lines between what is not said, as much from what is
Could be pieced together the most valuable
Dangerous and incendiary secrets
the arcane diary posits a fairly simple question
a simple question
with enormous repercussions
what if it all were true?
myth
scripture
fiction
the ethereal realm of imagination
if something can exist only there,
where is that, exactly?
Elsewhere –
to my Earthican friendsend loop
parse documents
extract meaning
make sense
make notes
ask questions
seek information
~end loop~The seeker
Enter Now
And life, as you know it,
will have entered an entirely unique new reality
That will be different
Than the one you once knew
So enter, if you dare
But beware that once seen
Some things can never be un-seen
So govern yourselves
Accordingly