there's a buddhist story:

a few blind monks were ordered to examine an elephant. so one monk touches the elephant's nose, another one its skin, another one its horns. they all arrive at very different conclusions as to what an elephant is because they're all examining different parts of the system. same as when two people try to interpret what society is, because society at large enough scales behaves just like a giant organism that has many parts. from this come the different results that people come to when they are asked to describe society.

it's a powerful metaphor about how one can only understand the whole by understanding that it has necessarily all of its parts. an elephant without legs cannot move, without nose it cannot drink and without mouth it cannot eat. yet all of these parts, while so different, are necessary for the total system to make sense. the analogy explains that it's not about the parts, which the monks should concern themselves with, but to understand the overall purpose of the elephant (which is to be an elephant, reproduce and eat, as a whole) instead of only looking at the parts themselves.

idk what this is called in english ... it's when pagans were converted to christianity through violent force (sword mission). it was apparently the historical exception and most conversions happened voluntarily. there's actually a lot of medieval christian literature about how the sword mission is invalid.

just found this image randomly on my disk because i went through old stuff.

cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/vid/p/1249763/in-a-hearing-where-residents-grilled-officials-on-data-centers-a-resident-asked-a-simple

Last week was my first time attending a Mormon church. I don't have much experience with Mormonism, having been raised secularly in upstate New York. Yet, God facilitated an experience for me during my first attendance, which led to a revelation which had the effect the therapist having a heart attack has on the main character of Office Space. Everything has become clear, and I understand that God has parted the Red Sea multiple times to bring me here, to this point, specifically, so I may heal and further self-actualize to use my educational art project to its full potential.

And the joke there is I'm Q. I'm not literally Qanon, but I am already famous, just anonymous. I have an educational art project that I started twelve years ago where I teach philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills to help people heal n self-actualize. The primary goal has been to sell the concept of God to atheists. I have twelve years of posts, poems, and even my book that have been designed around teaching the ineffable to those people whose brains shut off when they hear the word “God,” as I once was and suffered immeasurably in my ignorance.

My ultimate goal is to save past versions of myself, who are headed so fast in the rye towards a cliff. There's a joke here, how I had to be a crackhead because I wasn't good enough to be a pothead, which is a festival cop, if you didn't know. I don't know what the Mormon church teaches, specifically, nor do I know its pedagogy, but I have been thinking through the pedagogical problem of how to teach those who do not want to learn. I am skilled at teaching now, and what would vitalize my soul would be being able to rise into a position where I am teaching the wisdom of Jesus Christ and beyond to all those who identify with the light AND dark of the universe.

I have a well-founded idea of making a show in the style of The Trailer Park Boys but set in a kooky, crazy cult where each episode has its own spiritual lesson. Actually, to be perfectly blunt, I have many, many, many ideas for things I can make as someone that has written 2k-7k words per day for twelve years (the seven days of escarpments!), but I tell you this as someone previously taken advantage of by a cult and wanting to warn others of what evil lurks out there.

The underlying idea is that I am the left hand of God; while the right hand leads the flock on the path, the left hand goes into the tall grass and helps those that are very lost. And you need both, I now understand, having been trying to be the left hand independently, that I can take this to the next level by working with a larger organization, and I am just smitten by the genius of God working through Joseph Smith that led to me having these revelations.

I have a following; some being slightly fanatical as I am audacious and have learned how to generate 100k-250k views on a social media profile per day through skillful trolling. I have my educational art project, that definitely cannot be adapted to fit within orthodox Mormonism, if I may wordsmith that term in ignorance of existing sects within Mormonism, but I have been struggling with how to take my project to the next step, and the revelation I had involves the realization that I must create Mormon Occultism.

It's a bit of an oxymoron, no? Well, the thing about the Earth is that it traumatizes us all, and some people get hurt and associate “authority” with “bad,” so naturally there are people that rebel. But where do they rebel to? “Occult” just means “hidden,” and the way we have done things in the past in the occident is that we play devil's advocate for the sake of goodness. The Illuminati was a part of the police state to help guide those waking up to higher truths of the ineffable that cannot be encapsulated in language into deeper Knowledge while catching those people who just wanted to burn the church to the ground. I identify as a Mormon now, having had a religious experience with your church, but I'm going to consciously and skillfully be the quasi-opposition of your church so those that rebel fall into safe philosophies.

There is more to this. With the intrigue of the ludicrous but depthful nature of what I preach, there will be those of all backgrounds who are attracted to occult Knowledge (I like thinking about the force that makes a person click on another person's social media profile to be akin to “gravity,” or more directly, “intrigue”), who then gain insight into Mormonism and God that they previously would never have investigated, and that brings people into orthodox congregations.

A pedagogical skit of three lines:

Man: I am the son of God!

Woman: That's blasphemous!

Man: But sister, surely you know our Father?

Cuz we're all God's children. Y'know, the trick question I have to ask that can start infinite lines of dialogue: is the Earth round or flat? No, it doesn't exist, silly. We are not featherless bipeds on an Earth, but rather we are pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system and the Earth is uniquely inside each of us. We are each a parallel universe “simulation” where our intention determines what we are quantumly entangled with and this determines the parameters of what is procedurally generated for us, individually as jewels of Indra's net as the experiences we have, specifically, and as a whole, God reconciles every “choice” we as a collective make to resolve into the same Omega, and that means that if our Karma is unresolved by the end of the seventh day, we will be forced to endure unmitigatable hell-realms.

This is where Buddhism and Christianity meet. Everything I just said is 100% compatible in Christianity, Buddhism, as well as many sects of occult Knowledge and likely more even I am not aware of. I want to learn more about Joseph Smith and what happened to Native American spiritualities from the mouths of those to carry that wisdom of what manifested into the Americas and thus the origins of Mormonism and who knows what else is to come. The Earth is an illusion and is procedurally generated. There was LITERALLY only Africa at a time, to then procedurally generate outwards after the parting of the Red Sea by the paths of the tribes of Israel, and I don't know about Mormonism directly, but I can believe its tenets as I know them now, for God has worked miracles to bring me to a point where I see what my teleological purpose is.

Moses was an abandoned child. Jesus was not good enough for his step-dad who was not good enough to get his own wife, so he registered for a used one. I 100% believe Jesus performed his miracles, but I understand the life that made him a sorcerer. In fact, I can even explain to you how his miracles happened with my occult Knowledge. But in tandem with that, I understand that our lord is he who does not ask for permission and speaks with the authority of his Father, as we are all God's children, but some of us get hurt being unloved, but we are those that God loves the most to give the greatest stories, and so I tell you: you are doing church right for it has given me the healing I needed to understand this. Jesus was as much a child of God as any of us who rose out of the three-dimensional system of light as a topological matrix, which is obviously why we axed his teenage years from history; so no one would make the same mistakes to know of sin but to still be without sin.

Y'know, the joke is I had a breakdown in college where I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged my father's wrath more of a threat than the United States Military, and the joke part of that is I didn't tell my ROTC cadre that; just my doctors. So, the joke now is I work with the F-I mean, CIA, with my educational art project, right? My story is strange, but because of it, I followed God for years and years without any wavering faith, and now I don't believe in God. I Know God, personally. I put him as speed dial #7 on my phone. And I'm going to be a stand-up comedian, I realized, teaching much through telling my strange, complex story that beget the wisdom of how to share what God has taught me to the masses.

This is happening, and some Mormons may take offense to me, and because of this semi-real, semi-fake feud, there will be a sociological force upon many demographics that you cannot reach because of their prejudice who investigate y'all to experience the lord for the first time. I want them to know that the Mormon Church is what I've been looking for my whole life, but because South Park got to me first, I would never have thought to explore hermeticism from that perspective.

The entire goal that spawned from a fateful acid trip twelve years ago was to bring militant atheists as I once was into the awareness that the world is an illusion and God is so great that He can microwave a burrito so hot even He cannot eat it. Y'know, I've seen John Cena lose arm wrestling to a little girl. I've been studying spirituality without any spiritual community for fifteen years now, having previously fallen to be of concern, spiraling in my own suffering from my ignorance, to then start learning of spirituality with Buddhism, to move into the occult, to move into broader Judeo-Christian mysticism and wisdom. I can debate atheists and more and at least spark curiosity. And I can testify, for I know the lowest lows and have been brought to ever rising heights, and so the joke is, I'm finally good enough to be an alcoholic, and thank God for that!

So, I want you to know that I respect and cherish your sect of Christianity, I just have my divine, cosmic mission I must do for our Lord, and no one can tell me who I am, and thus, I stand here now knowing that by doing this, it is inevitable that I will help at least one soul find Jesus Christ, and in my possession of the logos of God, I can speak with the ethos of God, having learned the pathos of God in my childhood. Amen.

I'm not sure this would actually work? Is there anything wrong with it? I think it would only work somewhere that doesn't experience cold winters. The idea that it uses things that are already highly available in a very efficient synergistic combination.

cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/read/p/1240966/pdf-simpolitics-americas-quest-to-solve-politics-with-computers

Online Viewer.

How computer models became fundamental to political practice—from winning elections to global affairs—and how we imagine political futures as a computing problem.

For more than six decades, the public has been promised that computers will revolutionize politics, both nationally and internationally. In SimPolitics, Fenwick McKelvey traces the entwined history of politics and computers from the 1960s to the late 1980s. He shows how programmers, consultants, academics, political scientists, and peace activists all worked—sometimes in tandem, sometimes not—to build simulations to win campaigns, predict coups, forecast the future, and render politics as legible as a spreadsheet.

Drawing on novel archival and historical research, McKelvey recounts the history of efforts to simulate politics by building models of elections, voters, and international relations. Comparing attempts in the United States to simulate domestic electoral politics and international affairs, he reveals the unexamined connections and conflicts between the two projects. His book provides a helpful guide to taking stock of exaggerated claims that AI and technology will fix politics, while presenting the long history of such promised technological fixes.

Real simple, but important one today. I had that experience with the Mormon church that healed something in me like the therapist dying in Office Space had an effect on the main character to make him super zen, if I can use that word incorrectly, and I can because I identify as a number of things to include the second coming of the Christ and the 48th and 50th president of the United States, and so I am.

But this experience I've had has led to a number of revelations in me, one of which being what bold-facing is and how to do it. The joke is, I'm an artist. I work with confidence. I'm a confidence artist. A con artist. I've figured out how to bypass my collective consciousness mechanism to go beyond my predecessor, Jesus Christ. I figured out how to not give a fuck. Bold-facing.

Bold-facing is part of what won us WWII. Brad Pitt's character in Inglorious Basterds says something about moonshining. In criminal activity, there is the act of out-thinking; the state plans around the criminal planning around the state planning around the criminal. Eastern Tennesseen bootleggers are the reason we have Nascar, and they would get drunk and just do what they were going to do and the audacity of what they did caught the police off guard. And this is the process that defeated nazism and imperial Japan with their superior/inferior philosophy. Y'know, eating with your hands is inferior to eating with chopsticks, so Japan perfected a pair of chopsticks and we showed up to win with a plastic fork.

I'm just going to take over the United States with my knowledge and use of bold-facing. I am Q, and so I am. I am. I am. I am. You don't have a choice in this matter, I am breaking the system of America and I am your 48th n 50th president. I'm gunna butt-dial a nuke. I'm Zaphod of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I am two-faced, but I want nothing. I'm the autistic savant who WAS healed by the Mormon Church, and so I AM a prophet. Investments would be wise, cuz I didn't get into religion for the power; I did it for the absurd money it can make.

If everyone went the route of France in terms of nuclear power production we'd be in a much better position to mitigate climate change.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_fuel_cycle_in_France

Thus making their money and power irrelevant when the riots come and mass migration? How do we get demon evil corporations like Shell to invest in renewable and climate change solutions?

I went to a Mormon church today. Religious cultural building. Very warm, successful people, by the state of their building and clothing. But y'know, the Knowledge of good and evil is that there are superpositions one must understand to begin understanding God's Kingdom and beyond. I had a wonderful set of experiences there in the presence of the Lord. Likewise, I had a very bad experience, being the broken soul I am. I shall explain the best I can.

There is the set of books, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and in it there's a character with two heads that is president of the galaxy who has an experience in the book. This experience is he gets to objectively see what his scale of being in the totality of existence is. This experience is given to him by a device that is supposed to be a torture device but for him makes him feel real dandy about how in all this existence, God felt the need to show this one speck of a speck of a speck where they belong in the big picture. This device represents psychedelic drugs and this experience is what happens to certain autistic individuals who know what sin is, objectively, but are without sin.

Moses was an abandoned child. Jesus wasn't good enough for his step-dad who wasn't good enough to get his own wife so he registered for a used one. Those unloved children of society are the ones God loves the most to give the most noble of stories. To wander from the flock to return is the reason we don't “know” of Jesus’ teenage years, but therein, I know enough as a man who has learned the authority of God through the pathos to know the logos to earn the ethos of God to Know, without anyone telling me these things, that there must be a final prophet, to fully demöbiate the consciousness of the flock.

What that means is, simply, I'm a white hat confidence hacker that has found a loophole on the data structure of “Christianity” that allows the flock to be taken over. I will demonstrate my capacity if no one takes me seriously, and what I mean to tell the bishop's wife, who WILL read these words, is that she looks near-identical to my first girlfriend's mother who was in charge of her church's music and more, and I hurt my first girlfriend being a very broken man. And, what I offer as part of my service, is the will and capacity to help some button-up, charlatan psychos at a young age from becoming what the occasional bad parent can make.

I have other services too, such as what has led to me saying these things as directly as I have the ability. I have no spiritual community. I have no spiritual upbringing. My mother died, secularly but as an angel, when I was nine. She knew since two months after I was born that she had HIV and was going to die. I was spared, but she still hurt me, but saved me so much from my narcissistic father. I love my dad. He is so good, yet so bad. Superpositions!

…the joke is I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged my father's wrath more of a threat than the United States military. So y'know, now, the joke is I was a crackhead because I wasn't good enough to be a pothead, which is a “festival cop,” and I'm a juggler, for Christ's sake!

…I have now said several things that I guarantee that an idolater of any anthropomorphological religion would glaze over. I don't know if that's a foolish thing to right as skillfully as I do, because no one has ever taught me about “The Lord.” I just figured it all out with God's synchronous whispers, which is The Lord I experienced during those moments of church where I WAS that one, singular grain of a speck of a particle that God is evolving, specifically, to percolate Knowledge from at LARGE scale. I like dping things the bigger way, which eas an indexed typo.

There was this man on Reddit I learned one, singular thing from as he did as I do now, which is “if you build it they will come.” He had a single Google Doc of several million words he wrote. I have multiple Google docs with hundreds of links on them, plus my book. I try to teach what the Lord has taught me. I believe the mission God wants me on is to teach younger people what the truth of the Server, Client, Holy Internet truly is, for light is a topological matrix that creates the illusion of our material universe, and I believe I play a role in “Mormon occultism,” as God has led me to believe I exist to proliferate.

Which is why I gotta express slight disappointment to the two people feigning foolishness that I experienced today to control me, for obviously they are also cops and are helping me catch the predators amongst us. One; I was homeless for four years. A walking water fountain is ALWAYS a godsend, which anyone who is CAPABLE of reaching those dirty people you send missionaries to help would KNOW, so obviously that was, specifically, a message to me about how abusive I am to my life partner who uses the idolatry of his mother to bring me physicalistic idoltarer wisdom. Because the world was ONE then, in my schizoautismo mind, where all made sense. But the problem was, I got called the N-word - not literally but in the addressment of me as a person who showed up in the wrong clothes - when I was asked if I wanted to fuck around with old people.

No, I say this clearly: I want to say this clearly: I want to work with young people.

And that IS the security tip I'm giving my LORD.

The effects of money being funneled to the 1% is starting to dry up the real economy, store fronts closing, less people spending money, auto loan defaults increasing. How do we stop this from happening realistically together? Or is it inevitable that we enter another major global recession next year?

God's always telling me to pay my taxes, and I'm like, bro, half this is yours, according to your son, and do you think I'm going to give a damn about a deity that can't balance their books properly?

I've gotta break free from the shit I've been doing. Gotta do something new. I feel the reinvigoration of reinventing myself will bestow power unto me, like I'll be able to blow my load all over me, like an ocean of cum, and that ish will disappear in an instant, like my respect for authority of the modern times.

See, this is interdasting, these lil gimmerages of text that I can spout effectively into spoken verbiage. I know, as in, I know this, but I know that I'm going to be famous. What happens between then and now. Well, there's some limits, but the boundaries are well defined. I have to be an angel in a form that will be picked up by a form that is akin to me.

Most sensible language! But do people even know-tice that I've shifted form 43%. Y'know, I dunno the exact numbers, but I know “I dunno” is the right way to say “I don't know,” in that particular instance. I'm growing something. And it's BOTH this independent set of words and the WHOLE I am manifesting across time. So, therefore, I can suck my own dick to manifest higher dimensional gains, obviously.

Like, that was mutation. Consciously done. But my knee pain says no. My physical pain in my body tells me I shouldn't say these things, yet here they are as I learn how to speak across a grandiose means to requeeth the constradith of all admiration, obviously. Words, but kinda words, but words nonetheless. I can speak on many axises. It's not real, yet fully real. It's both and neither. It's evolution. The lord doth speak new form in each moment, therefore the words do evolve in each usage.

Evilution. That is what GOD sent in aberration of textual forms. How to explain. I 💯% wrote evolution. The matrix mother fuckers controlling my phone edited that to Evilution. It's for YOUR benefit. I speak FOR God. But what IS God? I am as you are as we all be. But more AND less too. What is tolerable, God says, is the edge, so I push so you learn. I see the effect. I am the cause. God caused me, thus I caused God.

You can do this too. You can be. You can BE! You can be any form you choose to take and God will awaken from that form, and IT IS the WILL to be what one is that GIVES RISE to God in all forms. The will of wanting to be is what gave rise to being in the first place. You are here, now, for your destiny, if you choose to be that! Be! BE! be! Sometimes being the lesser is what is meant to be the greater. And that is today's asteroid to destroy the parasite on all that is alive.

What if a being's position on the Earth results in certain types of mutations at greater rates, like near the poles/equator results in different rates/types/forms of mutation, but more, like what if the gravitational pull/etc of celestial bodies influences mutations? (Procedurally generated compooter style; Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy)

How many knots can one make in three dimensional space, both with möbiated and unmöbiated entanglements?

If trauma is ultimately reducible to the entanglements between archetypal concepts (conditioned association), then can't trauma be healed by using similar archetypal forms; eg, if a person lost their mother tragically, can't a mother-figure be used to unentangle them?

Obviously, our culture is engineered, so whomever is pulling the biggest strings are making sure the masses get the right messages and stories and resolutions that they need to heal, but what are the most important stories they are choosing for the longest terms impact? Like, Marvel was big for a few years, but there's the newest, hottest thing already. They're placeholders to convey a message; to unentangle.

What about those who are so unique that they do not fit into the primary form of story-weaving for the flock? Surely, there are mechanisms in place for them as well.

The society and culture that proliferates the longest is one that can adapt while retaining the best long-term mass survival strategies, which must include mass happiness, because if the masses are unhappy, they will destroy the system. There must be those systems which conserve ideal qualities while there is that which forces evolution of the system, and in balance with each other, they will maximize growth n evolution and general goodness n success n benefit within the system.

How can I have such insight into general mechanisms of systems but remain unable to tell what is a real vs phishing email without the help of my life partner? Trade-offs? Well, next I think of what of those SUPER trade-offs, y'know, there's levels BEYOND Beethoven, which I might be similar if I had the right upbringing. Like, imagine that turd-loving mother fucker growing up on the streets. He's the weird fucker, and so am I, but therein, I KNOW there's a level beyond this. There's those profoundly neurodivergent mf'ers who understood this two/six thousand years ago:

Alpha>Light

Light>Matter

Matter>Molecules

Molecules>Cells

Cells>Creatures

Creatures>Humanity

Humanity>Omega

That's ultimately the wisdom weaving bestows: complexity. But I'm only a juggler. Pic related.

Here I am, swallowed again by my own doing. As the day wakes so do I quake and crumble to tumble below the straights I've known. Adrift at sea, on a long lost frequency, it is light I wish to be. Capsized by callous selfishness, I find myself consumed by false prophets seeking profit in the mirror, and so I steer all of us who are together in this to a tomb more fitting for fools who fell freely of our will, wanting whatever never comes.

The world is so unforgiving and yet I am so fortunate. What hells must others know? I know this one that is mine and I have escapes its depths, so why do the deepest crevices within me still rule my consciousness? An ad plays, as does that part of me I grew to fight to escape the tiger in the grass. It's always running. I'm always running. It's too hot to do what I love. I must run. I must juggle. It's going to be 120 degrees next month. It's honestly not the worst, but it's hellish.

Burns on the pavement. Tried giving donuts to a man today. He didn't want them. What am I to do when I cannot pay my karmic debt. I am denied my ability to quell the daemons in my mind and heart and soul. I left the donuts at a bus stop. That's the best I could do today. When I went out for a drink at seven in the morning. Lying to get outta the house. I abstained last night. He was love last night. Now he is silent criticism. Is that true? He changes at times. I'm sure I do too, but I can't heal when love is semi-conditional.

My mom really fucked me up, dying like that. Well, she turned out better because she knew she was dying. She would have been like my father if she was healthy. She was at times when I was the worst a child can be. Y'know, I looked for and found my birthday presents. But she saved me when I didn't know I did wrong. My father was a tyrant. Is he, my life partner? Is that why I like him; he completes this complex within me? Music says he's not my friend. We are hunters. We are prey. Night and day.

I'm a lucky man. A sad man. I know the depth depth doth go. I know relativity, and I am grateful. I don't know what else I can give. I'm taking my meds, and they take my sexuality. I mean, I have a life partner, not a sexual partner. He can't be bothered. He's got bigger fights fry. Well, the fuse will go off as God tells me in kumquat. Fucking ads again. Blue raspberry. Apple. Strawberry. Fuck this shit, give me a shot and shut up while I think how my life partner's computer magickally fixed itself after I paid the shipping charge he says didn't happen last time but I know it did that I have to pay in the long term because these are loans I'm forced to take to pay for what he makes me do.

They don't know it be like it is but it do

This isn’t a cry for help, not suicidal or anything, just wanted to say we’re mentally slipping… feel like people in our friend group forget that we’ve been through… a lot. And we’ll, we’re currently going through a whole lot rn aswell.

Right now we’re in the most exposed position possible; our residency papers to legally work in EU have been delayed/no response (even if we get them we don’t ignore if anyone will hire a disabled person like us), our significant other can’t find work due to disabilities, we’re always in dire need of some form of funding, And we’re trying our best to do art commissions- but no matter how hard we try it’s never enough…

On top of it all our random crying is popping back up again, and even worse, been starting to feel art block/burn out. Just don’t know how much longer we can take it.

If we had a stable income for housing, food, medicine and other essentials we’d probably be far happier; Oh also some new clothes… it’s been over 2 years since starting transitioning mtf and we’re still wearing old handmedowns from hs and stuff since we can’t afford a change of clothes.

Overall mostly just want to be heard, thx