Administration of Necromancy

 

   The twisted parody that has become our American nightmare just keeps getting weirder and more horrifying with every passing moment. The president of the United States walking stiffly across the White House porch to address his minions looks like he's suffering from syphilis more than anything. The way his posture gives him that bent marionette stance, its easy to imagine spirochetes spiraling down his spine. 

   His dead lecherous face smeared with orange fake tan paste only enhances the cadaverous appearance. The man is a living caricature of some long forgotten Universal movie monster, more terrifying than Frankenstein's creature and shelved for fear it would cause a panic during the 30s. Now he's been brought to life in startling realistic 3D as he shambles to the rail to address the riff raff spread out before him. 

   Croaking like a mummified toad to the American people not to let the virus dominate their lives with his usual pained expression, one can only imagine the murmur running through the crowd as they stand transfixed before his basilisk gaze, utterly hypnotized by the malevolent mind control that must've been bestowed to him from arcane sorcery buried beneath the sealed tiles of the presidential suite. 

   The bewitchment spreads to his staff much in the manner of the virus sweeping the nation. His vice-president appears at the debate looking very much as if the White House mortician applied his makeup. His hollow eyed stare rimmed with red pink eye along with his expressionless face only enhance his zombie like appearance. A fly soon lands upon his stark white head and settles there for a few minutes.

   You can't make this stuff up. I'm afraid God can have nothing to do with having come up with any of this. I suspect if there ever was a God, he left long ago to find another job somewhere in the Universe. No one can help us now but ourselves. And that's precisely the terrifying part. For a race suffering from mass delusions that have reached a cracking point, it feels as if a new plague is about to be unleashed.

   An infestation begins to manifest from the molecular level on up. No amount of studious scientific research could possibly prepare us for the bizarre twists and turns this sixth extinction event may have in store for us. As the age old icebergs melt and more viruses are set loose into the atmosphere, there's no telling what on God's good forgotten green Earth is in store for us next. Retribution season is open. 

   

Notes on Exposure Therapy Before Catastrophizing Mental Filters

Affective partisan polarization engenders vindictive protectiveness. This leads to emotional reasoning becoming a contagion. Labeling this process creates magnification. Dichotomous thinking shifts the blame to the other. Overgeneralized negative reasoning paves our way toward discounting positives. All of these forces lead toward our inability to disconfirm our roles as mind-readers and fortune-tellers. Thus continues the entropic cycle of cognitive immolation we are all apparently well undergoing.

Acute Stress Feedback

The damaged nerve cell over excited electrically
communicates intermittently with other nerve cells
by a network of synapses which permit the passage
by either an electric or chemical signal to another neuron
the target effector cell, part of a highly complex animal
that coordinates its action and sensory input by transmitting
the go ahead to and from different parts of its body
Nervous tissue first originated from a worm like organism
The central nervous system and the peripheral structure
Brains and spinal cord plus the biped embodied posture hyper
Never mind the autonomic and parasympathetic systems arousal
Eliminating chances of escape from the fight or flight response

Superpositional

truth ---> paradox --->  a situation combining conradictory qualities --->
a demonstration that particular problems may not be resolved --->
the process of finding resolutions too complex to be dealt with --->
defiance --->  clear identification of the issues and understanding what the dilemma is ---> acceptance of everyone's interests ---> classify the potential solutions --->  assess the results ---> select an explanation ---> document the agreement ---> allow contingencies, monitoring, and evaluation ---> to concur on a future event or circumstance which is possible but cannot be predicted with certainty --->  to implement experimentation   ---> the practice of trying out new methods ---> successful ideation  --->  the creative means of developing original ideas
--->  a basic element of thought that can be abstracted   --->
the characteristic of dealing with concepts --->  a general notion --->
a belief about something ---> a consent of veracity ---> in accordance with reality ---> the state of existence ---> objective being --->  true quality ---> essence ---> aspect, basis, character, meaning, principle, factor, structure, substance, spirit, attribute, constitution, form  ---> antipodal by nature
---> apparent to exist ---> the way things are ---> enigma ---> actuality

Happenverse

The microverse continues as the living, active cosmos.
The stars of the macrocosm are the ghost in the machine
deep in there, look and see their voices calling: 

we are present out here at the farthest spun out
boundaries of an expanding metaworld. If one wants
to know what goes on at the ultimate end of all galaxies
one need only observe what occurs directly to them.
Without a doubt we are all extra terrestrials to each
other which by definition states fundamentally and
in all ways conceivable that no sooner would we be able
to make so-called 'first contact' with an 'alien civilization'
than we would be capable of (for example, reasonably)
expecting some of our metacarpals to travel through
our bodies and make contact with the metatarsals
on either side.  So the entire universe warps around us 

(our refutation of non-existence arrives along time's axis 

in the wake of a spiraling wink-out of stars) and everything's 

inside out, which means that truth lies concealed as an open 

paradox affirming that any and all points in existence remain
in the exact center really an electromagnetic motor
with space as the battery powering an infinite drive
where life flourishes along the current of time.

Colors are running

and the street's are getting cold 
in the cornrows of memory 
buried achievements left untold

the whole damn thing's on the run
a fraction of a fragment in time
the nictitating blink of an eye

then sound stood still for once
upon a sustained moment 
as if the whole world pivoted

underfoot to witness laid out
on your back the stars drifting
across to the right ever so slow

The Unblinking Mirror

  Philip thought he understood the dilemma
facing him and his fellows every time he
booted up his computer and logged online
to the world wide web, but he really only
had the faintest and to be honest pretty
vague notion of a shadow of an idea, one
that was yet to be fully-formed. Philip had
the beginnings of a shadow of an idea creep
into his head each time he got on the computer.

  He had no clue that the completion of this thought
was only to begin occurring every time he logged
off the computer to return to his own cognizance
of the ordinary world, a world which he found
himself constantly blinking in.

  Except when he was online, he never blinked
while taking in the constant streaming data
from his computer monitor, or at least he had
no recollection of ever having blinked while
sitting before the monitor. Which was a little
odd, he thought to himself while scanning
lines of text on the screen.

  He'd read that in real life human beings blinked
fifteen times a minute. So what happens when
you don't blink for fifteen minutes staring at
an illuminated screen reading script formulated
by the same old characters which have been
responsible for possessing us in the first place?

  Philip hadn't the faintest clue. That's because
he kept logging back online. This interrupted
the otherwise closed circuit of experiential
analog dreaming. This is how Philip and a host
of others are slowly transforming to ghosts.