The last Dave Oshana online event, ‘Healing Humanity’s Tainted Inter-Generational Ancestral Blood,’ was a softer, looser, affair: settling into the new state stirred by the “death-of humanity trilogy” of the last three weeks (partially reiterated at this blog). Dave’s many-horse-power engine was sidling, as if giving us time to mount before the next lift-off. And since DaOs is preparing to host a free online event soon, in the run-up to Easter, the analogy may be apt: Oshana’s Ark is lingering in the crumbling dock of the planet, as the storm clouds gather overhead. Are you ready to partner up with your life force and stumble, stagger, race, or glide up that closing ramp, forever?
The talk was ostensibly about the ancestral line, which we currently represent the end or near-end of, and how the life experience of 200,000 (or however many) previous generations has not rendered us perfected models of humanity but quite the reverse. Instead, we are crouched on the edge of the eschaton, creaking, Charlie Atlas-like, under the weight of a seemingly intolerable and Sisyphusian burden—God’s unliftable rock known as humankind. And just as a mountain stream gets less and less pure and more and more polluted the deeper it enters into “civilization” (Cain’s land), so the further we are from our source, the muddier our veins and the more constricted our fascia (see last post) become.
Misery Loves Gunkiness
Some recurring questions raised on the meeting:
If people are unable to change, and if we ourselves are unable to approach them without banging up against their inertia, and so increasing their resistance, what then? It is no wonder we suffer from arrested déjà vu syndrome: the forever recurring sensation that we never quite experienced any of this—because we still haven’t managed to land in our lives and connect to reality.
Our insistence, to anyone who will listen, of existing as a separate identity, combined with our continued failure to find any solid evidence for it, is summed up, sort of, by the increasingly popular response (in my thrift store at least) to the question “How’s it going?”:
“Can’t complain: no one would listen anyway.”
Why will no one listen? Is it because no one but us believes in our so-called identity, suffering and all? Or because everyone else is too busy trying to convince themselves of their own right to be miserable? Misery doesn’t actually love company: it thrives on isolation, which depends on everyone else being equally miserable and alone with their “spiritual gunk.”
Why? Because the ancestral burden is too damn heavy to do anything but roll it back and forth up the hill endlessly? Is this the eternal paradox of self-inflicted suffering: if we keep repeating the same mistakes over and over, we never have to see what we are doing? Déjà vu becomes jamais-vu.
At least until the fiddler shows up, demanding to be paid for a song we never really heard.
The Corona virus, meanwhile, as Dave made the essential point, is driving home to us just how truly interconnected, interdependent, and interlocked we are as a species.
Life Downstream: Ancestral Lineage Degeneration
All this comes down to sensations in the body (and the energy body) that give us a sense of rightness or wrongness. Existence is a series of symptoms that we can notice or ignore, follow to our destruction, or to the cure.
When we listen to others speaking, we tend to focus on the words and whether or not they are what we want to hear. But what really stirs sensations in us is not syntax, but the physical currency of voices—not what our partner, friend, or family member says to us, but how they say it.
Can we listen with a musician’s ear to how people speak to us, the tone, the tempo, the rhythm, the melody, the pauses, the strains in or releases of energy and emotion? Can we listen as a doctor once listened to a patient’s heartbeat, to get a sense of that soul’s rhythm, in relation to us, of the quality, depth, duration, and intensity of our connection?
Dave has pointed this out here at this blog:
A review of the Auti pages reveals that commenting is broken as proper communication medium. It doesn’t filter extraneous noise but amplifies it. From Web 2.0 to 3.0, Jasun has started guiding the concept-bound toward online video interaction as an improvement. Reverting back to old school real-world face-to-face connection will reveal many of the secrets that words can never address without first having the requisite experiences. Best to meet in pristine nature.
Language that is reduced to words reduces human communication to the lowest possible bandwidth. Text on a screen (like this) is the ultimate reductio ad absurdum of a Chinese whisper ancestral lineage degeneration. A stream in which everyone has washed their dirty laundry before it reaches us is not a stream to drink from. We are left with the lowest and weakest resolution of “image” that creates an information dearth, and dirge, in which the miscommunication proliferates and escalates—like a contagion.
Coronavirus 101: As Within, So Without
Dave’s diagnosis of humanity 2020 is that the human race is currently on high alert: its activities are restricted to the barest essentials of survival (and ready to fight to the death over loo roll). The logical end-point of this is self-isolation, self-quarantine: do not touch or share space with any other body, because they will infect you. Rely only on the machine-state to take care of you and you will be fine (not).
The coronavirus (which my 2010 Microsoft Word spellcheck recognizes, though I did not add it to the program dictionary) is a macro-level manifestation of the clear and present danger of the fascia system in a state of emergency, total defense, total lockdown.
Information overload is central to this contagion process, both as a defense against it and an unconscious way of spreading it. Because, the more fear there is over the alleged virus (the deadly other), the more the nervous/defense system of the fascia clamps up, the more the symptoms proliferate.
The coronavirus may be internally as well as externally generated. It may be created in a human lab but also, via bio-mimesis and the contagious nature of fear, recreated in the laboratory of the human body. It is, like us, both natural and anti-natural.
Meanwhile, we exist in terror—understandably—of coming into contact with 200,000 generations of ancestral memory and are doing whatever we can to keep our awareness out of that, by keeping our senses flooded with meaningless, manufactured data so we won’t be able to receive reality. We fear feeling anything because to feel is to risk being overwhelmed by feeling, losing control over our bodies, emotions, and thoughts.
The only thing we need to do—relax—becomes increasingly difficult, the more we look to the world (other people) for ways to behave. Liminality goes viral. Crumbling inner boundaries gives rise to the imposition of more and more external borders and controls.
“That Thing is Real?”
Corona means crown: individual sovereignty is a nice idea, but it’s not how Nature organizes itself. The king and the people are one, and the people and the land are one. Hence, the virus and the planet are one.
The coronavirus is underscoring our interconnectedness. It corresponds with something internal and endemic to us all: something we have carried down through the generations: an original contamination.
This traumatic imprint or discordant note in the nervous system (even in the human soul) includes its own anti-tampering mechanism to prevent us from looking too closely at it. Who wants to see that hideous implant inside us when we feel helpless to ever remove it? But what if seeing it is the first and most difficult step to removing it?
When Thomas Anderson sees the bug inside him, it’s only at the point of having it removed. He cries, “Jesus! That thing is real?” No one answers; the answer, of course, is: “As real as you are, Thomas.”
Dave Oshana does his own version of Morpheus, not because he is influenced by the movie, but because the movie tuned into a reality that is most closely embodied, in my life, by Dave and what crystallizes around him (though by this point, for Dave to remove himself would not, perhaps, cause that crystallization to collapse).
The wire mesh of the colonized fascia is the internal matrix that has turned us into generators of an eons-long false reality: coppertops; human batteries. But, by this same token, since we are all plugged into the same energy-sapping source, we are all interconnected; and when one of us pops out the ancestral-gunk-mesh, all the others feel it too.
And as we start to emerge, we do so with the antidote now activated in our bloodstream. We can now afford to put our mouths to the rancid snake bite of our neighbor, in the pod next door, and draw out the poison. Can we afford not to?
Acclimatizing to Eschaton
I recently had an insight due to my time with Dave Oshana and the others involved in the group-merge project. This applies most especially to experiences on the Finnish island, but also via online events, whether hosted by Dave, by other participants, or by myself for the online Liminalist meets. What the events offer, as Dave’s comments about language above suggest, is an experience of merging—of connecting deeply and inter-dimensionally—with other souls, including ones who are relative, even total, strangers, but with whom we share an orientation.
That shared orientation amounts to a mutual language, a lingua franca, that transcends our social and cultural orientation and makes us, not strangers but familiars. My experience over the years has allowed me to see with increasing clarity the purpose of this coming together inside the Oshana Ark: that the many meetings are a means for me to acclimatize myself to “eschaton,” to prepare for the merging with humanity that is our inescapable destiny, a destiny that no one gets to sidestep.
The thrift store also, in its way, is also preparing me for Apocalypse, albeit pretty much at the other end of the spectrum: from the sublime to the mundane!
Each time I interact with others, within a group that is focused and oriented towards a shared goal—even if that goal is only partially articulated or conscious—trust builds. My nervous system begins to calm itself while being exposed to the gaze of others. On all these different events, online and on-island, souls gather with an imperative that is nonsocial. Often, it is to listen to one primary person speaking (Dave, or myself), yet with the awareness that, at some point, you will be invited, encouraged, to participate in the group dynamic and find yourself within it.
Find yourself, get it?
When the Witness Gets Witnessed
Most people, maybe even all of us, have some anxiety over speaking in a group context. But doing so generally lets us see that there is no rational reason for the fear: nothing bad happens, nor can happen, in such a setting. Our ancestral gunk may get seen, and we may get to see the gunk of others. But no contamination occurs due to the exposure. On the contrary.
The meetings provide an opportunity to test the reality of our deeply embedded fears—our fascia system of defense—against the reality of life itself. They allow for us to gradually dissolve an internally generated fascia-facsimile, a counterfeit of existence that has kept us a prisoner for most of our lives. They provide an invaluable opportunity to identify and isolate the virus, the internal matrix, which we constantly create and recreate, dreaming awake, via the enormous ancestral baggage of hand-me-down trauma-goods.
As we interact in a group, as we move from passive and mostly unseen witnessing (leave our safe space) to visible and audible engagement, we get to have the experience of being seen and heard and accepted. As we relax and open, we start to merge with the others present, even as the various nervous systems begin to harmonize with and pacify one another.
Over time, we get to test, observe, and reduce our agitation levels, with the growing realization of what is truly possible. Calming the nervous system and dissolving the fascia allows us to remold our inner world into a space of peace, love, and harmony. Like the heroines of the myths, devotedly sorting a near infinity of seeds and receiving help from tiny or invisible helpers, we sift through all the things that cause us to go into a panic reaction, and put them aside. We develop immunity to the fear-virus.
What begins as a Herculean task that never ends becomes a natural process that, at a certain point, develops its own momentum. After that, it becomes as inevitable and as effort-free as waking up, gently stirred by the light and warmth of the Sun’s rays.
By that point, we are already on the move.
Now it’s time to get practical. Dave Oshana’s next online event is “When Patently False Idol Perceptions Go Down: A Case of Mistaken Multiple Identities in Closed Cognitive Systems,” on March 22, 2020. He is also planning a free online meet-up for April 4th, 2020: “World’s End Party: Free Enlightenment Transmission Meet & Greet.” To get in the loop book now, and/or contact Dave directly.
I plan to host a Zoom meet this Saturday, 21 March, for the Spring equinox; this is dependent on sufficient interest, however; failing that (since some have expressed a preference for weekdays), a second option is for next Wednesday, 25. The time will probably be 1 pm, Pacific Time, which is currently 7 hours behind GMT. This is (roughly) the best time to suit all ends of the planet, not too late in the UK, not too horrendously early in Oz. Currently there are no parties in Finland wishing to attend, which might require moving it slightly earlier.
Since I am unable to predict the focus or shape of the event at this time (unenlightenment’s a bitch), below is less a description than a sort of primer or mood-setter, to help you gauge your level of interest.
Are you curious about how the next moment will sink or stand in eternity? Do you ever wonder if the afterlife might turn out to be the sum total of every last one of your choices, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant? Most importantly of all, if there’s a bar in Heaven, will you end up next to the most annoying drunk in the room?
If you locate yourself somewhere on the spectrum between “mildly curious” and “balls (&/or ovaries) ALL IN,” please contemplate, Zen-like, the following questions and, if sufficiently motivated by the guiding intelligence within those hanging globules, answer those of them that summon the jizz within you, either in the comments below (in which case, you may receive a follow up probe from me), or directly to [my first name] at [protonmail.com]:
1. Will you attend the next live Liminalist meet-up?
2. Which day suits you better?
3. Is this something you’d be interested in doing more than once, or on a regular basis?
4. What sort of participation would you be interested in?
5. Will you make a small (or large) donation for participating?
6. What’s your primary interest in Auticulture and attending a live event?
7. Are you interested in Dave Oshana?
8. Are these the end-times?
9. Is humanity self-destructing?
10. Is humanity salvageable?
11. Do you see yourself as separate from humanity & if so how?
12. What does any of this have to do with enlightenment?
While I cannot predict the subject matter, since some (including myself) find a total absence of structure potentially agitating for the nervous system, I may start by answering the last six of the above questions (the first six being n/a), and see where it leads. The answers I have received so far have been unexpected and illuminating…
As further preparation/priming to help you determine your eligibility for the event (or mine), here is a recent interview with Greg Moffat, of Legalize Freedom, which I did a few days ago. This was a conscious attempt to approach the interview format without wearing any of my old hats and let what’s left of my hairs hang loose:
Jasun Horsley – Transhumanism and the Colonisation of Space, on Legalize Freedom:
Other recent interviews are listed here.