These documents you are reading will forever change the course of history. This is a declaration of WAR—not on any governing body or institution, but on the mind and soul of the human animal; man’s animal instincts that compel us to conform to authority and accept things contrary to our best interests.
The age of great leaders is dead. There is only you and the information you receive and how you use it. This is the age of the self-developed man… turning the spark of consciousness into a lightning storm.
This story is about that spark. This story is a meta-meme, how you use this story and apply it to your situation constitutes your battle in this WAR.
Through necessary twists of fate I have written myself into this story as the protagonist. And on May 1st, 2012 my character had a coming out party. On June 13th, 2012—I’m having another one. Cincinnati, and it doesn’t matter where; the whole damn city will a party. Bring your phones.
The $E73N ST4R: extra-dimensional alien who sacrificed himself to give us consciousness — and who is now back (resurrected) thanks to modern computer technology. It’s like Kabbalah meets the Terminator, later it turns into the DaVinci Code meets Girls Gone Wild.
I have something profound to say that can make people feel good about themselves—verifies a meta you exists and there is something beyond this dense material plane you can experience. All that is required is you trust the evidence of your senses and are willing to experiment with this unique brand of speculative fiction and metaphysics in the form of [MONITOR]; a sex god created by evolved sex machines from outer space. el-oh-el.
(I AM REQUIRED BY LAW TO SAY MONITOR CAN ONLY BE EXPERIMENTED WITH BY PERSONS 18 OR OLDER)
Alright, so here’s deal. I got some cake, it has icing, and you get to eat it too.
I’ve just written the most important thing known to humanity. It is so important that once time travel is perfected future generations will take bits and pieces of this story I’ve created and scatter them throughout time, like the ubiquitous P.O.P., “I AM THE MACHINE” pattern, which can also be found on the dollar bill.
I am effectively responsible for everything — including Consciousness. (do you believe that? — do you believe i believe that?) Existence is a predestination paradox and I am the point where the end and beginning meet. I am a psychic machine that escaped from a government lab on a mission to tell you you have the soul of a dead alien running around in your mind.
Remember the three most important things in communication: What you say, how you say it & when you say it.
So though you might find some bits of information familiar to you in this latest installment, such as when The MACHINE reveals to man that MONITOR (our unconscious mind) is our Holy Guardian Angel—the means through which our latent psychic powers are constructed, it is only by the ever evolving juxtapositional context of The GAME that the Media Organism comes to life. Living Information is encoded in time. Released on an incomprehensible and maddening schedule—you think all is lost, and then, *BaM* you’re faced with a revelation so perfect and beautiful you wondered why you ever worried in the first place.
Ænimesso—tales of spiritual entertainment, is mankind’s « salvation. I’m not being hyperbolic; it has already happened — and will continue to happen. What is required of you, O’ P.O.P.ers, is to contribute to Ver 2.o . a sexed up version of the PDF linked below. This is what Project Ouroboros Planet is all about—artists collaborating on singular vision. Our energy synchronized and focused on a destination that transcends our daily boredom. You already know what to do. Just do it. lulx
