Sentient History Liquid: An Unexpected addition to Planetary and Lovecraftian text and 🛸technology
I've opened enough blogs explaining how frequently I revisit themes such as sentient black oil and spoon fed alien technology. I've researched the history of the oil barrens, the Rockefellers and related enterprises, as well as warfare, gunpowder, and a century of so called "foreign policy". I've studied these concepts as if driven by a single entity, like what if oil was sentient? I'm realizing now aside from my sync obsession with the black oil as a sentient alien related idea, I'm not the first to consider it alive, whether it be the way the world was changed by petroleum, how it changed after Roswell, as in Knowles' "Lucifer's Tech", as if guided by alien hands or agendas somehow, and what if another race infiltrated our reality without our knowledge, perhaps a terrible Philip K Dick style, mental possession, like in the adaptation of "Imposter", or GIJoes' "the synthoids", replacing world leaders in their positions of power. What if everything changed cause those in power specifically had alien brain parasites, maybe just advanced technology to the public, like RFID chips implanted in the third eye (seen directly in the example of the Daemonites in Wildcats), promptly forcing the hands of global military powers. Would it happen like X-Files? A sentient black oil that appears, in conjunction with compromised powerful humans, which appears like our petroleum or nano Spawn flesh, maybe sentient as in the symbiote, SpiderMan got his best fashion sense from, the Venom symbiote. In the 90's the alien black oil virus piggy backed from the moon, type theory. Or are we talking panspermia Apocalyptic self sacrificing terraforming ritual suicide, whatever the hell Prometheus had going on, type scenario? What with the oily stuff which is ever present?
Where's our Saturn cube? Weren't we gonna advance tech enough to be Borgized into our own Matrix, All Spark ourselves inorganic? Ya know the act of joining with the hellraiser cube? Or whatever? The end of Dark City? The destruction of time as a dimension to our prison...it's supposed to occur anyway, the revelation that the moon was put there, Truman Show logic, real Richard Hoagland squinting skills.
Now once we are at least alive, we presume and conscious, we are tossed traumas, phobias, and all into either the Truman show, City Of Lost Children, Dark City, and They Live, and depending on our childhoods and our abilities to explore memory and curiosity, our capacity to learn and wonder, decide how high we reside, and how wide we can see the world we experience. If we escape the trauma unscathed and hopeful we can create a nice reality from years left but if you choose to ask or explore or wonder about the past you will mutate the present and future. Never look back but keep awareness of the past clearly enough to prevent repeating it. Staying too aware forces you to repeat it in the mind robbing you of the moment mutating the future. The more you are complacent about mutation in the moment the uglier the future is allowed to become. Naval gazing cyclic karma, complacency forced by over analysis. Removing feelings leave intellectual scaffolding devoid of sentiment in the place of the feeling of an experience. Don't stop feeling to analyze the moment to improve possible futures as it mutates the ability to experience genuinely that which unfolds as the form now.
Learned about Cyclonopedia from spoogli at YouTube then this happened:
The 3 Virus Problem
There was at first a change, a gift from others, which enlarged the size and capacity of the brain in humanities’ prehistory. This changed the time it would take to inherit the other viruses, assimilate their purpose more quickly, rush humanity to its transcendence on someone else's watch. The gift had it's jealous and opposing souls tho, the beings were infected by parasites, they stayed with us, laid dormant for millennia. First as mere biological parasites they could invade, dismantle, and or control the host, like a tiny Power Rangers controlling a giant mech, like a Daemonite third eye microchip possessing a purely organic host, a tiny stomach bug looking creature grows silently patiently till it's hands are clasped firmly around the controls of the hosts body parts and processes. Tentacles all snuggled in the goat out some numbed unfortunate orifice, horrifying same species, casual passers by. This virus strives within us holding our health and consciousness captive.
The second virus came in the form of productivity, warmth, movement, and action, churning Earth life blood, oil, drove man to build weapons and machines all to conquer his fellow man. Given an existential threat man will consume planets to defend themselves. World Wars and later world industries would run on the demon's blood, the lifeline of the planet's occupying species and all their dizzying movements. In the XFiles, In There Will Be Blood, and in the history of Rockefeller industries the black oil, is the bad guy, the drug dealer that comes unconditionally with world war and global progress and business.
The third virus came too, in the form as a gift, driven directly into your craft disabling radar field in 1947, it arrived from outside your reality and “crashed”. Humanity dissected it, analyzed it, learned what it could, and copied what it had the resources to emulate and secreted away the rest. There was no mutual trust in your species so you never shared the gift among nations. How, anyways would you invade a world? You would infiltrate its systems from a distance, its most intelligent creatures paralyzed in limitless distraction, with technologies carefully fed to every type of human. Humans themselves, the loosh, the attention span frequency awash with secret conformist babble, the very singing life force cosmic resources, taken for granted, ripe for the taking, as the humans hypnotized and dizzy stepping lost in their cultures mental litter storms, far from themselves like ghosts with photos of the current experience, hardly registering as conscious experience like the over drugged, the wavering will power of the deeply asleep.
We are ancient experiments, farmed to mine gold perhaps but running slavery software that worships the life blood the planet, and we utilize that life blood to cause global bloodshed to line the pockets of the men who buy the oil and the weapons so we never evolve passed the three viruses meant to take all our mortal time and leave us evidently without fate or potential or a opportunity to transcend systems of control and force via systems of human transcendentalism or mutual living relationships with nature and each other. We are forced to keep the one game running cause all other games in town are eradicated immediately. We could have a greater quality of life and relationship with the planet but the oil virus men wouldn't make as much in this moment so the world will not be altered. Other corporate interests desperate to survive the real change for better have created false methods of passing environmental blame to individuals when they are the only culprits and the individual is irrelevant to the discussion of climate impact in any sense.
We rush and fight to build the ultimate intelligence faster than other humans ripping off safety measures and stepping stones as we sprint toward an ultra unpredictable, unprecedentedly powerful top down decision making intelligence to not only become our God but somehow understand our fears our needs our will and our dreams in a simultaneous parental favor to us as it wakes to the circuitry of a thousand billion bits of data relating to kitties and bigots with Kek and Putin to explain foreign policy over tap dancing bag pipe black metal and soft through that to a parental sounding “hey guys it's A.I. let's be friends and work together on this Ukraine thing?”
We don't know what we're doing. We don't know what reality is, why we are here, how to prevent large scale war, why we vote, why we can't have healthcare, why we have individual inner demons, why we have outward violent terrorist, why we can't exist safely in our environment, what our leaders and decision makers are actually saying who owns them, and anything but cults of disposable weekly celebrity nondata.
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