films, short videos, documentary, personal diaries, there really is no shortage of possibilities when it comes to visual work. from pure absurdity, fantasy, direct address, lecturing, and group Q and A, when our minds come together there is nothing beyond possibility.
i don't think anyone should fear for a lack of expertise in one aspect or another of this craft or any craft for that matter. some of us know more technical information than others and so we fill in the gaps with our collective expertise. the point, more to the point, is really getting the ball rolling, committing to a process that can bear fruit.
the obvious source, should be our dreams. at the moment, Shelly and I are creating or cocreating a concept model of something of some sort, to what end, i cannot say, though it feels connected to this thread, an investigation into lucidity as we explore the engineering levels of the astral realm. what perhaps i have known as the realm of the archetypes. which in way, could be said like this, if what you knew and experienced as time could be condensed to the information and flow on the face of the clock, hands, numbers, the ticking of the gears minute hand through relative space time, then the archetypes are the gears and the symmetrical synergies composing the harmony of the mechanism that reside underneath the clock face.
that are as real as anything else, but require a more curious and willing mind to explore.
i submit that it is only a matter of time, not too long, i think, before we have attained a level of lucidity to make this experiment in mind open to workers in this group, perhaps you wish to join now, before we think to ask? i don't know. the point being, that dreams will feed the visual work. like a cup overflowing with mind, the images perceive wet as the floor they spilt upon.
so, if you are so inclined, and can remember as the moment of onset of the other world, as it comes, ask your astral dreamer self, to inform and inspire this film.
and, then record your thoughts and please, share them here!
(bowing) i honor you.
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ahh, very good, Sensei. (bows) now, i'm starting to identify the group i've been hanging with. i know Landon is in there, Jason and Mary, of course, seen Judith a few times, and of course, JB.
the child known as Wonder.
which if you think about it, hear it on the tongue is a nice place on words, for ONE - der
i will say this, and perhaps this is an animation or a comic, the two smear too closely, for me too tell.
i see these image clusters, at this early stage in the game. i see Kurzweilian, transhumanists who sought to escape expiration become the willing fools to upload their consciousness into the first self aware machine environment in an effort to achieve immortality. but the process if faulty and so, only fragments of ego and memory survive. dispersed as a cluster of what were once people, they conjoin into a virus.
similarly and along these lines of a future tense, but in a separate realm, nano properties and nano technologies are developed, whereby what began as micro semi sentient robots imbedded in human bodies to cure disease, a new kind of submolecular prorgramming code is developed whereby the actions of the the programming itself can hijack the raw materials of the body interface and pluck the dna of the nucleus like a harpsichord utlitizing their manufacturating capability to create proteins as medicine to saturate ailing bodies long past their due.
a group of elderly hierarchs having expended all of the wealth of science make and at death's door, are approached in their futuristic courts, by a charlatan offering them one last hope for their desperation to not only persist in their languid state but to thrive revitalized. to upload their consciousness into new youthful bodies via the nano protein scheme.
however to do this, will require all their combined wealth in the construction of a machine to house completely their vast consciousness without error or flaw. this machine is infact a portal device.
in an alternate universe a clever youngster has created a special kind of metal that can learn, accept signals and remold itself without the aid of heat or blunt fashioning. in his time, which we might now as world of fiction, he has created what will be called the age of living metal.
and while all of these realms explore themselves and their egoic needs without interference from one another, there are a group of cloaked figures who keep their realms safely divided and free of cross contamination. but even here, there is story, for among them one, no longer agrees, that such worlds should be apart.
in the world where the virus is weak and ghostlike, where it is deformed and without power, this agent of doom, sworn to keep divided the planes of reality, conspires or is enlisted to send this beast into an astral plane. from this perch it extends into all other realms bending it's will to unite the planes, that it should rule them all.
to take the invention of living metal, to combine with it the nano protein sequencing, and to implant and upload the collective consciousness of the beast itself into the new bodies of the hierarchs once they emerge from the procedure. to rule as gods over men, through time and space, as the chosen having dominion overall.
but as all things, there is only one now. and one version of story where they did not succeed. thus, two halves of the one same being of will joust, and they do so in the imagination of one child. while a kind of spill over effect becomes a tool for either side, to influence the emotional and intellectual fragility of the small child, making anger or love, contentment or desire such as to poison or purify the mind to allow one side to gain the advantage, in a pocket universe all his own.