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the insanely great awakening


If this be a sim, the Bible contains the cheat codes.

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.”

It’s frightening and fun to think we may be living inside a simulation — and thus, not real, not real as we understand real.

The Bible cultivates this fearful supposition.

Genesis, 1:2: “And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”

Without form. Void. Think, your video game before it was powered on, before any 1s, 0s, before it is compiled.

Genesis, 1:11: “Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so.”

A simulation? The Bible allows for this!

God said, God made, God let, but also…

Genesis, 2:8: “Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the east, in Eden; and there he put the man he had formed.”



I cannot be the only one to notice that the book of Genesis offers an uncanny description not of coding, not of programming, but of running a simulation.

Which, really, is the entire point of a sim.

Genesis, 1:27: “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.”

In his own image!

I know, you don’t believe, you think this book was written by a vain human, one incapable of viewing God as anything but human-like, because human-like elevates human, and thus this mythical god must be us, only more so. But it’s also exactly what a — life — running a sim would do.

But you persist. It’s merely fables. Tall tales. Oral traditions. Fantasy!

Wrong: Your retort is merely what you want to believe.

Genesis, 2:1: “Thus the heavens and the earth were finished.”

Means nothing, you exclaim. The people back then were unaware of evolution, unfamiliar with change, unaware of the long arc of time! They naturally assumed everything was finished.

Genesis, 2:5: “And every plant of the field before it was in the earth, and every herb of the field before it grew: for the Lord God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and there was not a man to till the ground.”

The Genesis story, whichever translation you prefer, doesn’t read like a fable, nor a tall tale, nor story, nor a narrative, nor myth, not even as news or a diary entry. More shocking still is that this narrative isn’t even speaking to us — us humans which the story is ostensibly for — but rather reads like the backstory of a video game.

Do not click through this.

Genesis, 2:8: “And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.

If this be a sim, where does the sim start?

In Eden.

That’s where he placed man.

Genesis, 2:15: “And the Lord God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.”

To dress it and keep it. Our role as sims!

Genesis, 2:19: “And out of the ground the Lord God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.”

Name everything you see. Sim work!

Now recall that we were cast out of Eden for eating from a tree which, per the Bible, God says was not for him, not for the other “gods,” not for the beasts or fishes, and absolutely not for humans. Who was it for? Is finding out our alt purpose?

Genesis, 3:5: “For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.”

Take from this tree and you become self-aware.

Is creating the technology — or the AI or nanobot or other yet-unimagined ‘life’ form — which then gains self-awareness our purpose?

Or is that still the purview of God?

When we took from the tree did that forever deny or merely delay the dawn of self awareness of what is to follow humans?

I wish to find out.

How do I jump to that level?

3:24: “So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.”

Cherubim and a flashing sword are guarding Eden! That’s exactly what a sim maker would put there!

If this be a sim, then maybe nothing matters, and equal to nothing mattering is that the entire world can be re-written. It’s frightening and fun to realize that we now possess the means!

If this is the start of the new of everything, what world do you imagine?


“And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me.”

What if we’re glowing and don’t know it? Able to cut through the darkest?

Do we need special lenses to spot who is glowing? Or is it all of us?

You’re angry because you want to believe.

You’re bitter because you believe the world has never been more powerful, humans never more capable, yet you accept being trapped, with no way out, no way in, no way up.

But you have all the powers you need, all the tools required always at your beck and call.

What if Mozart was born before the clavier — before the piano, the harpsichord, there was nothing available capable of revealing his greatest gifts?

That is not your world.

Think of the Beatles. They played before tens of thousands of adoring fans, but the equipment of their day was unable to unleash the full power and glory and sound. The glowing did not require this.

The Beatles did not need to wait until the right tools became available to them. They went into the studio and instead crafted magic for the ages.

I know. You’re broke. In debt. With few prospects. You can’t afford a house, can’t afford children, have no chance of ever having what all those before you now happily posses.

My god, what an opportunity!

The emotional stigmata which you think limits you, in fact, reveals your freedom. You are connected to everyone and soon to everything, and no one, not even presidents nor billionaires have ever possessed this.

How will you reach all?

The Beatles were the greatest artist collective of the 20th century, no contest. The Beatles were the here-now, so profoundly different than, say Bob Dylan, who was very much the now-there. But still you think — and today’s technologies support this enticing deception — that you can be both now and there. This is false. You are — at your most, your best, your all — now, here.

You and all you connect with have the chance — and this has never before existed in human history — to hack everything. Hack the brain, the spirit, your flesh. Hack community, hack economy, hack the global jam.

This is not your hour of darkness.

Are you glowing?


“When the moon is in the Seventh House and Jupiter aligns with Mars then peace will guide the planets and love will steer the stars. This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius”

You fear believing in God.

You have been taught this is wrong, small, limiting, dumb, intolerant.

Free yourself of these false teachings.

I know you will.

An insanely great awakening is upon us — an embrace of God proceeding from our embrace of technology. Atheists are on the wrong side of history. Just as we outsourced our labor to the machines, now we are outsourcing our thinking, our calculating, our rational tasks. As a consequence, we are becoming more spiritual, more creative, and yes, more irrational, free to explore all our thoughts, impulses, desires, fears, hopes, aggressions.

Belief in magic, religion, in spirituality and God will accelerate and deepen because of, not despite of, the rise of big data, machines, robotics, electronics, computing and artificial intelligences. We become what our machines cannot. We go where our machines do not dare. Faith is our future. Spirituality is our expression. God, our salvation.

As we alter our bodies, our minds, upend society, reconstruct awareness and deconstruct all that came before, including markets, capitalism, value, power, wealth, influence and experience, there is a right path forward.

We just don’t know what it is.

Despite all our data, our computing, our connectedness.

These may be making us more lost.

The past is rapidly becoming more unknowable to us than the future. We are like Adam and Eve, better suited for what’s to come than for what’s come before us.

We will seek out God.

We are eager to know.

The world is soon unlike all that was.

No home, new modes of work, play, crafting, interaction, and the connection of all places and things to all people will lead millions, maybe billions, to forever wander the land, seeking friendships, seeking answers, a willful freeing of their mind and liberation from place forever altering our culture, and filling their emptiness by replenishing the spirit.

Nothing is how it’s supposed to be, it’s all not working. We have never been more empowered, more capable, more angry, more empty, and we sense, the fear and revulsion and excitement of it always on display, that the very idea of human, of person, of self may soon vanish forever. With our god-like powers, we have made pursuit of God necessary.

Some will find temporary solace in idol worship, idle pursuits.

The New Age of Astrology

In a stressful, data-driven era, many young people find comfort and insight in the zodiac—even if they don’t exactly believe in it.

Until you are ready to embrace the truth you will lurch into comfortable lies, sex, screens, the zodiac.

In 2013, when Sandhya was 32 years old, she downloaded the Astrology Zone app, looking for a road map. She felt lonely, and unappreciated at her nonprofit job in Washington, D.C., and she was going out drinking four or five times a week. “I was in the cycle of constantly being out, trying to escape,” she says.

False faith is your start, it will not be your finish.

God is in your future


“Jesus is just alright with me, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah.”

Jesus Is Just Alright was first recorded in 1966, popularized by The Byrds a few years later, then made a classic rock staple by The Doobie Brothers just a few years after that.

Much has changed in the 50+ years since the song emerged.

Most of us now spend most of our days inside things that did not exist in 1966 — the Internet, the personal screen, our head.

But how are we differently alive then those before us?

I think the answer to this is less elastic than we hope to believe. I also think that humans just ten years from now, not fifty, will look back on us and find the answer is: dramatically radically profoundly different.

Everything we make from this point forward is connected, sensing, aware — alive.

How are humans differently alive?

This question will be the driving force of our culture probably for the remainder of the century.

I think I know the answer.

We can’t be faster, stronger, smarter, more logical, nor more rational than our machines — but we can be more irrational, more emotional, more outraged, more hopeful, more faithful.

We believe, which our machines never can.

“I don’t care what they may say
I don’t care what they may do
I don’t care what they may say
Jesus is just alright, oh yeah”

Atheism is on the wrong side of history.

The future is faith, religion, belief, God.

An insanely great awakening is upon us, and will touch us all.

Jesus will be viewed as far more than just alright.

“He took me by the hand. He led me far from this land.”


May your dreams be merry and bright.

God willing, I will return to daily essays on the second of January, 2018 — can you believe it, 2018!

Oh, and never forget. Whatever you have, that is enough for another.


And jazz and calypso did have relations with the American R&B, while gospel watched from the edge, and this did make ska and ska begat rocksteady and rocksteady begat reggae and reggae did menage a trois with punk and with rock and roll and this consort did begat The Police.

And The Police was good.

And though they did sound very much of the 1980s and yeah did their considerable musical talent and global popularity did cloak the lyrical sweep of one Sting, the group’s lead singer, guiding force, and prime commercial draw.

The best trio in all of rock music. Yes.

Bass, guitar, drums.

Yet one of their most enduring songs is synthesizer-focused.

Talent will out.

Daring is rewarded.

But I wonder: is this still true?

Never before have we possessed so much, lived so long, and dared so little.

Has our spirit been buried by this material world?

Do our own creations keep us locked in?

You need to earn a few extra dollars? Simple. Drive an Uber! Need to get anywhere? No problem. Hail an Uber! Oh, but you’ll need a phone to do that. That’s mandatory. But those are made in anti-democratic China for the world’s richest corporation.


We are connected, that’s not the same as free.

We have access, that’s not the same as talent.

The world is at our fingertips yet we risk nothing.

Even the music’s gone safe.

“Spirits in the material world.”


How can this be?

We should be the most capable, most fit, most aware, most alive, most ready — the apex of human evolution and technological advancement.

And yet…

Feel great?

Sense greatness permeating around the world?

Where did it go?

Our self-inflicted and fully consensual reduction in human grandness, leading us not into ascension but deeper into hibernation.

The body electric, static.

Ghosts in the machine.

See me, hear me, touch me. I am your screen.

Stay seated before me.

“Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it’s something we can’t buy
There must be another way”

We need to set our spirit free.

But I am not sure I know how.

Move our eyes from the screen, possibly?

Prioritize the physical over the digital, perhaps?

Surround ourselves with less, maybe?

Welcome suffering, I fear?

Does my spirit need to be awakened, I wonder?

Stop asking questions. All you get are answers.

Look where that’s led you.


Why do you remain?

The same beliefs same routine same expectations all the lies.

Does new ease the pain?

Might shiny blind out the fear?

Buy iPhone X.

A device that knows everything about you, including your location, your face and fingerprints, from a tax dodging corporation that makes its products in a country which has outlawed anonymity on the web and imprisons people for wrongspeak.

You’re the future!

“Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move.”

I deleted my Gmail account. No, this is different, my gmail was not like yours. I was one of the very first. It was April 2o04, the product still in beta, but thanks to my also being one of the very first to have and fund and manage a Google keywords ad campaign for a small business, I was so honored with what at the time seemed like the future of communicating online for business.

Now, more than 13 years later, all gone. Every email. Tens of thousands, sent and received.

I also recently deleted well over 100,000 tweets. Yes, really.

“But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap.”

We think our digital traces never really go away and that digital spaces are anlogous to physical ones. Both thoughts are false.

Digital matters, but differently.

Like sight, but not touch, like hearing, but not smelling.

But we are allowing it to consume us, all of us, all the parts of us, our connections, our prospects, our thoughts and fears, our joys, our past.

We are so much more than what it can contain.

“You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome, you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy”

Rilo Kiley, now effectively deceased, were deliberately anti-commercial, their songs constructed to celebrate their joys, but never quite, to showcase their voice, yet sublimate underneath the gear, their words expressing their feelings, but never their rawness.

They couldn’t be true, full, honest, themselves.

There’s a lesson in that.

“Your ship may be coming in. You’re weak but not giving in.”

It’s good to not give up. And it may be liberating for you to leave behind.

You can not respond, not engage, not share, not like, not pose, and still go forward with your life. I promise you. In a fit of indignation, Rilo Kiley sang “that God never blessed her insides,” but he has yours. And that’s all the validation you need.


“I really do believe there’s a heaven somewhere. There’s a heaven somewhere”

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame announced its inductees for 2018. The new members include Bon Jovi, Dire Straits, the Moody Blues, the Cars and Nina Simone. Sister Rosetta Tharpe will be (posthumously) given the Early Influence award.

I did not get a vote.

Had, I would not have included Bon Jovi. I would likewise not have voted for the Cars and probably not Dire Straits. Sister Rosetta Tharpe, I absolutely would have inducted as a full member. I would also have added Yes, the Doobie Brothers Joy Division (plus, New Order), ELO, Jim Croce, Hall and Oates Dick Dale, Beck, Talking Heads, INXS, and probably PJ Harvey.

You likely know all of them except for Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

Know her.

A supremely gifted guitarist who died before most Americans were yet born, she inspired churchgoers, backsliders, black, white, Elvis, Brits, Jerry Lee Lewis, and countless others.

(Tharpe) attained popularity in the 1930s and 1940s with her gospel recordings, characterized by a unique mixture of spiritual lyrics and rhythmic accompaniment that was a precursor of rock and roll. She was the first great recording star of gospel music and among the first gospel musicians to appeal to rhythm-and-blues and rock-and-roll audiences, later being referred to as “the original soul sister” and “the Godmother of rock and roll”. She influenced early rock-and-roll musicians, including Little Richard, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee Lewis. 

Tharpe was a pioneer in her guitar technique; she was among the first popular recording artists to use heavy distortion on her electric guitar, presaging the rise of electric blues. Her guitar playing technique had a profound influence on the development of British blues in the 1960s.

“There’s a heaven somewhere, up above my head. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

We undervalue pioneers, still, excepting those few that become fabulously wealthy.

I wonder if this will cease? This is the age of the destruction of everything, with the world changing so fully, so fastly, that soon the past will be as unknowable as the future.

And there will become a permanent global wandering class.

Unable to thrive within existing cultural, political and economic structures, they take to their driverless cars, using social media to interact, their hands and talents to craft, bitcoin to buy and sell, algorithms to barter.

Let’s talk now about government.

This post is not political.

Government is a consuming beast, benevolent when required or whenever mutually beneficial, but always demanding, always growing, like a shark that must keep swimming, but always always always it is seeking to devour independence, suspicious of all and whatever that might challenge its supremacy.

America presents a complication.

If the Bible is the inspired word of God, the Constitution is the inspired word of freedom.

The structure of our government — and when combined with the sanctioned bill of rights — places hard, repeated limits on the unquenchable fire of government rapaciousness.

They found a workaround.

Importing people and marginalizing others, creating a dependent class, ensures at least a high floor to government power. The dependent simply aren’t going to challenge the government’s efforts to grow and take.

They found another workaround.

Government becomes intertwined with the culture, such that no day, no moment can pass without our eyes and ears, at minimum, repeatedly and aggressively assaulted (or informed) of the government’s actions, demands and desires, and…by working very closely with those who control the culture’s entertainment, government can also sanction thought, behavior, norms while marginalizing and disempowering those who — witch-like — operate beyond its scope. This presently includes some evangelical Christians, the last remaining hippies, and a few others. 

Should such groups ever in any way threaten the  government’s glorification, the government simply goes after those groups, stripping them of freedoms, and forcing them to take on government in its realm — almost always a losing proposition for the non-government side.

But we do have examples of those very few who fight in this arena — and win.

They do so almost always through the force of their talent, so great is it that it can’t be hidden away nor destroyed nor mocked nor denied, and so great is its power that it changes people, changes their hearts, minds, and alters reality, like sound ripples which loosen the rungs, maybe even destroy a column, possibly even damaging the foundation of all existing structures.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe was one such talent.

Yes, she rendered unto Caesar, as is still required, but her playing of the electric guitar revealed to us all of a new way, a better way, of a kingdom beyond.

“Up above my head, I hear music in the air.”

Another pioneering entertainer, Miss Roise Mae Moore, who recorded in the 1920s.


Listen to that fast-charging, tight jangling guitar lick, that steady stomping beat, hard metallic ripples piercing your speakers. Now here comes Mick, still bringing it deep into his golden years.

Punk. Rocker.

I mean that as a compliment.

God may have given him everything, but Mick Jagger has given us so much.

“God gave me everything I want
Come on, I’ll give it all to you
God gave me everything I want
Now come on, I’ll give it all to you”

Badass. And us men we do so admire a badass. Women, too, I suspect. How could they not?

Immense talent that finds its voice — and then always delivers. That’s a rare gift. Let’s enjoy it — and honor him — while he still lives.

Let’s also imagine that God gives each of us everything we want. What might that be like?

“God gave me everything I want. I can’t stop, can’t stop, I’m still looking.”

President Trump issued a “space policy directive” to NASA to send men to the moon, then eventually to Mars.

I would love to go to Mars! (And safely return, of course.)

I would love to be fabulously wealthy.

Also fit, attractive, smart, revered.

In the closet areas of my brain are many other yet-experienced realities I would no doubt relish should God see fit to give me everything I want.

But he hasn’t.

And there’s that gnawing suspicion that God knows best.

We have more than ever before. We have more than 99.999% of the entirety of humanity and its antecedents and, based on data gathered by my eyes, ears and other senses, we are not healthier, not stronger, not happier, not better.

Sleep comes with effort.

Depression visits regularly.

Obesity, outrage and discontent are commonplace.

We take so many pills that apps now exist to remind us to take all our pills.

But Mick seems happy.

Is getting everything you want only right for some?

“I saw it in the midnight sun
And I felt it in the race I won
And I hear it in the windy storm
And I feel it in the icy dawn

And I smell it in the wine I taste
And I see it in my father’s face
And I hear it in a symphony
And I feel it in the love you show for me”

We have so much.

Maybe it’s too much, I can’t say.

We’re losing our past while the future becomes everything but certain.

That grates on identity and identity is reality.

Maybe gratitude will cure us?

If not, then do like the poor boys do and sing for a rock ‘n roll band.

Worked for Mick Jagger.


All of Earth bands together. After great expense, much effort and many years, no less than 40 lives lost, the grand project was complete. The grandest. There now existed 10 spaceships that could traverse the galaxy, possibly beyond.

Not a stairway to heaven but a flight through the heavens.

There was no greater work, no greater passion, no greater focus. Humanity’s representatives were about to personally explore distant worlds, make first contact.

Each craft was able to hold a single man. The planet’s ten most capable were chosen. None so chosen ever considered turning down the honor — despite knowing they would never again see their homeworld, never again know the touch of a human, taste the Earth’s air, or feel the Sun.

In succession, and with the entirety of humanity watching, the 10 craft were launched.

One exploded instantly, killing the man aboard.

Another crashed into a space rock the size of Old Russia, killing its solitary occupant.

Earth then lost contact with the remaining.

One never awoke from cold statis. His ship will drift beyond the Milky Way before every bit of him has fully decomposed.

One landed on a strange new world, populated with strange, intelligent beings, which treated the Earthling as a sort of planetary pet. They did not know, nor could they understand, that he went mad in under two decade’s time.

The fifth craft landed upon an eerily Earth-like planet with a remarkably similar evolutionary history. Only, the beings that were most like-human were scarcely a meter high. The man told them of his homeworld, its history, then quickly used his size and strength to become their ruler. He killed many, raped many, and profoundly altered the course of the planet’s future. Four thousand years later, his body lay in state, and he is still considered their God.

The sixth landed on a horrific planet, hell-like, and the man was cruelly tortured to death, brought back to life, tortured to death, brought back to life, no less than twelve times. Bored, the aliens decided they would build a craft to go to Earth and torture and kill them all.

After waking too early, the seventh found himself in near-infinite emptiness. On the 14th anniversary of his launch, he took his life.

Eighth man landed on a world the craft’s sensors informed him contained sentient human-like life. After five years of searching, he stumbled down a rocky cliff, breaking his back. He lay there for ten of that planet’s days before succumbing to death. His carcas was found by a small band of the planet’s two thousand Neanderthal-like creatures, who buried it with great reverence.

Those who lived on the planet the ninth man landed upon were shocked, amazed — also frightened. Not daring to take a chance, they killed him as he disembarked from his craft.

We lost track of the tenth.

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