Find the organic within

In the last 3 years I went deeper within to study the nature of my existence.

Looking at the emerging info about the nature of reality, the sum of current scientific discoveries and also the pioneering SF stories starting from the 50, coupled with knowledge laid out in ancient philosophies and religions and infused with the discoveries of modern psychology, I see everything converging to a single main depiction of what our reality, in this present human form, more than probably is. A virtual, holographic, simulated reality. An illusion. A dream. The great theatre. The grand illusion. The maya.

A world of artificial life forms, starting from artificial consciousness, artificial mind, artificial emotions, bodies, and any other perceivable form.

And inside this artificiality many, let’s call them: “devices”, were constructed to help manage, operate and keep the proper functionality of this whole cosmic artificial system. Devices such as memory banks and libraries of knowledge, artificial neural webs, automatons, cuantic or cosmic computers, and more.

And while many people might feel inclined to think that life in this cosmic virtual pool might be all there is, or even more: people might feel scared to even acknowledge this artificial pool, I am writing this post as a reminder, from the depths of myself and everything I managed to see within myself, that organic life does exist.

Even though, this cosmic virtual scale liquid computer in which our awareness finds itself at this very moment seems so grand, even though many of our memories are fake, implanted or deleted, even if our bodies are mainly artificial, our thoughts running rivers of cosmic information, our emotions magnetic drives of cosmic intents, even though our awareness and will are fairly alive, there is an organic pulse of life in each and every one of us.

An organic flame, an ever beating invisible heart at the heart of it all.

I make a reminder for anyone reading this post. Time might come when the mind might still be tricked into thinking we are entirely artificial. Time might come when the fear of facing ourselves could overcome us in such a way that we might feel the relief of giving once again our power away.

Find the organic within. Connect to it. Embrace that silence. That nothingness. That total un-known.

As much as one is able to feel that within itself, give in to it, it would always know its way out.

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DN, Dec 5, 2020