I always try to start these entrees from my just Jenna, human, as though I’m talking to an old friend because I really miss them and it somehow orients me to what’s important. That’s why I don’t mind the changes. Whatever is happening allows me to be just me when I want, with all old memories intact and when I’m writing, I feel close to those memories left behind and everyone I’ve loved. I suppose it’s like my spiritual time when I can reflect and make sense of not just the larger things but how they relate to what I’ve already experienced.
Back in the day, when everything was going to hell in a Gucci handbag, a mass mental health breakdown coinciding with Earths sudden rapid meltdown and the old tried and blue, breaking apart much faster than it was put together, we use to go to this place called Conspiracies, an old, renovated 19th century garment factory that had gone thru multiple identities until it was converted into an immersive theme pub that took the conspiracy to a whole new level. The place was literally, virtual candy that drew people from everywhere and spawned others all over the world, because we, the US, started it and were the reigning king of everything fake. We, with the added help of AI, had mastered alternate news so convincingly that no one, including the smarmy politicians, could tell the difference.
The walls were flat screens with constant apocalyptic scenes both real and faked, playing all day, booths with V-glasses and a menu of conspiracies you entered and became an influential player, the favorite being POTUS trying to run a fractured country with no reliable news sources, Holo platforms where you could become a contestant in a fast paced game of What’s Real where mostly conspiracies were rattled off quickly until someone named the real one and partitioned off areas with comfortable couches and chairs around a platform, where a group of friends could get together and vent on the end of times with a holo of your choice, as in Jesus, Hitler or maybe a fictitious character like Gandolf. The game could take hours and the winner took a thousand Squid. The steroid bouncers were there mostly for the fights that happened when their was a disagreement on who said it first.
Because one of Bobby's friends knew someone who knew an owner, we were able to get four Holos, decide on a conspiracy and lose track of time. Gandolph, the Dark Lord, Alice from Wonderland, Poe and the four of us took on the one circulating around that the Zillionaires had been secretly colonizing Mars for years and all the ones that were on the news and families and close friends were disappearing daily. There was solid evidence to back some of this up but all had been swallowed up by the fact rumor mill. One large construction company, Black Rock, who used the nanobot tech, had also disappeared, although some say in hiding.
The discussion was inspiring, each in character, using their own voice to argue on all of the issues. Slowly, the discussion changed to whether or not man’s technology had slipped out of his control, us becoming slaves to it. We were able to join the discussion, make our human objections, sometimes laughing, agreeing, disagreeing while drinking a dry red wine from the Adirondacks. I think we could have stayed all night if the thing that changed everything hadn’t happened.
They all started shouting at each other, not letting the others respond. We started laughing hysterically like kids until they all stopped talking and turned on us. The Dark Lord said, ‘maybe you would like to see some evil’, Alice said, ‘how about sending them down a rabbit hole and plugging up the entrance’, Gandolph said ‘we could throw them down into the pits of Mt. Doom, and Poe said, ‘better yet lets fry them up and feed them to the ravens.’ Then they turned on each other and acted as though they wanted to kill each other.
Of course, they weren’t supposed to go off like that and as it turned out, the entire place erupted in AI gone haywire, going evil, creating images of enormous earthquakes, underwater volcanoes that were burying towns and causing tsunamis that sped across hundreds of miles, crushing everything, etc. on all the screens with dire just in breaking news of nuclear Armageddon started by Mongolia, unleashing its entire arsenal, an enormous asteroid within an hour of hitting New York City, just pure destructive chaos.
It was the day AI went rogue and was shut down in the sudden recognition that they had lost control. It was the beginning of the Great World Revolt begun by the scientists who refused to continue work unless business stopped adapting their work in any way they deemed best for profit.
After that, all the communication internet devices went down, beginning the Great Communications Blackout. Nothing else was affected. During that time, there were rumors of a quantum computer being built in space, a world conglomerate of scientists, techies and wealth developing a solution to Meltdown and a realignment of countries for resources, their militaries all seeking higher ground. Now it’s back and looks like the quantum computer was finally built on the moon and has full control over everything including, now, allowing the conspiracies to continue, but not rule the day. All those clubs and cliques, cabals, cells, tribes, circles, guilds, whatever that have formed around Book One of The Oracle Trilogy, have spawned so many conspiracy theories that it’s clouded the true intention of the book. Or is that what was intended?
So, as things appear to be coming back, the conspiracies have once again come to roost. They say that either aliens unplugged our third strand a million years, making us stupid or while trying to create a super race, fucked up and made the species worse or implanted information that would trigger a third strand when we reached a certain level of scientific knowledge. Some think all the abductions led to this while others say they’ve been among us changing us to them, all along. Whatever the conspiracy without any facts, only pointing to signs, some groups are growing stronger with more members with different missions. People are still so freaked out by aliens that even with a burning cinder left, we’d still try to kill them if they landed even before we asked if they could help and fix it.
Over the past few weeks with good high speed interactive Lozenges, great reception of Word and the changed format of actually useful information, my learning curve has been steep. Here’s what I know so far. After the great Science protest that put a line down in the sand, supporting the science community with their demands, a consortium of ten nations of wealth, science, techies, and artists installed twelve Nodes on mountains which were mainly experimental communities of the founders created to weather out project restoration with think tanks where nothing was left off the table with unlimited resources and near a military base and all e-fenced off within a hundred mile radius. Something unexpected happened during a routine trial which has both become an important part of their mission and now a viral phenom that has spawned a thousand conspiracy twisters that either quickly die or suck up enough crap that they take on a life of their own.
The book that describes the terraforming and living during the transition back to a pre-industrial climate, the online episodes of ThirdEye and the devices given out, are all part of a plan for Earths rehab. Now I am part of that plan that may not have been planned but here I am lying on the road after a good run, recording these thoughts with Fubar, feeling more like a female Tarzan then Jenna from the Ozarks. Yes, I’ve decided to record messages to the outside world, since they’ve added the voice option. They have promised its GPS safe so no tracking.
‘To all who are safe, to those who are in desperate need, to those who are frightened, to the children, the refugees, everyone remaining after the horrible tripledemic, having firsthand knowledge, I can say that there is hope! If you can follow what’s described in book one on how to survive until help comes, it will. The powers that be are benign, passionate about us and the Earth, only want the best that humanity has to offer, are working around the clock to put their restoration blueprint into action everywhere. We are the future. We will set the standards and ethics, based on the Mesh, all things connected, every living thing sacred, living the joy of one but connected to all. We tell them, show them how we want to live. They are the innovators, we are the creators. Soon, no difference.’
After a while of this upgrading thing, a lot of human behavior seems silly, especially the stuff that came from their religious heritage. The blind guy on the empty street corner was going off on that, likening it to an old software program that’s outdated and slows everything else down. He kept yelling~ UNPLUG! UNPLUG!
So, conspiracies grow like weeds, some of them have a lot of support, others not much, like the old days, lol, but now are being answered not with talk but action, like the book and ThirdEye series. Most want all of this to be true but a lot seem to think it’s just to quote some, ‘shit to keep us entertained until the lights go out.’ So now not only am I a part of this but have a front row seat, it seems. And yet no one to talk with! And where’s Bobby! My Jenna just human misses him.
My favorite part of the new WORD on once a week at ten on Friday nights. The woman’s name is Moon. She’s dressed like what you’d picture the goddess Gaia to look like with a crown of flowers speaking softly while slowly walking or more like floating through a maze of flowers while animals watch on the forests edge. Birds land on her shoulders, butterflies flit around, bees busy at work. Her message always seems to be to me or what I’ve been thinking. In the last one she said that virtual facilitators would be dropping in to help those who desired it and to decide on the type of person you’d like as a guide. First thought was Bobby but not yet, so I left a message on my new Lozenge to surprise me. Ha..ha..ha Let’s see what Gaia chooses!
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