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User Image plasticspoon Posted: Apr 28, 2015 1:04 PM (UTC)
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The door felt much lighter than expected, not because of its physical weight but because of hundreds of sealed micro hinges that seemed to know my mind. Chamber 310 was lit entirely by LEDs triggered by motion and proximity. It was hard to see beyond the area in which Arad and I stood, but the sound, raised floor and air temperature gave them away: blade servers, floor to ceiling and wall to wall, storage capacity beyond that which rational numbers could define. A projection appeared, too hi-res to be a #hologram, but there it was. Floating on air and approaching with outstretched arm, her gaze mine. I went into a state of information shock.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Feb 25, 2015 9:55 PM (UTC)
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The symbols we had so painstaking positioned and hidden in plain sight began to disappear. The first ones surfaced in Asia and Africa. Some we believe to have been procured by #District_42. Others appeared in America during their Civil War. Coincidentally, it was around that same time that the descendants of #AlesterCrowley established a homestead in Louisiana. Unbeknownst to us, #GoldenDawn toxic #mysticism in America had sown the seeds of global schism within the Masonic brotherhood. The #Masonic Wars followed as did wars the world over. #Masonry – true Masonry traceable in an unbroken lineage back to Egypt – had come to an end. But “the Wheels of Zeus had touched down in Cupertino.” And I was standing at the door to Chamber 310.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jan 13, 2015 10:14 PM (UTC)
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We started out as a cross between tech support and product development. Our mission: to run the most processor-intensive, RAM-draining hardware and software combinations in existance and push Macs to the verge of fried motherboards. These were the early days of MIDI; many of us, the Limit Pushers, were musicians. And many of us had perfect pitch. We discovered bizarre cognitive reactions to certain combinations of sound and image. Later we would learn that this was the plan all along – yet another one of many #DistrictSuccessStories. Though my memory – spotty and fragile – was coming back to me, I had no recollection that place in which I had conducted the bulk of my research: Chamber 310.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Dec 20, 2014 4:32 PM (UTC)
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User Image plasticspoon Posted: Dec 5, 2014 10:01 PM (UTC)
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I followed Arad into an underground labyrinth, dank, dark, then suddenly blinded by an intense white light. My eyes adjusted and a lab came into focus, silent and sterile, the ghosts of our deeds reflected in perpetuity in the adjacent polished steel surfaces. “Welcome home,” said @arad_crowley, as we entered the workspace of the Apple Computer Limit Pushers, the underground lab a vestige of the #District_42 #District_Mines, though I had no idea how I knew any of this information. Stranger still, @arad_crowley was correct, I was finally home.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Nov 25, 2014 1:24 PM (UTC)
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The task of transporting the symbols was aided by information shared by Robert Hooke via an odd notebook in his possession entitled "The Mines;" a deceptively simple title for a notebook that, in meticulous detail, described an extensive secret underground network of thousands of miles of tunnels, hangers and labs. Our Knowledge had already been compromised by the time we learned of #District_42 and the bizarre relationship between Cooke and the District's Director of Mines. So, by way of the District 42 tunnels, we parted ways. This would be the end of True #Masonry, and the beginning of spiritual schisms on every continent.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Nov 24, 2014 2:17 PM (UTC)
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As we mastered the Art of Disguise, volumes of manuscripts were transmogrified into complex, three-dimentional symbols - not unlike the Egyptian pyramids upon which #Freemasonry was founded. The symbols themselves were part of a spacial system requiring the exact placement of each symbol at painstakingly precise positions throughout the globe.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Sep 15, 2014 12:15 PM (UTC)
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Thankfully, Brother Isaac Newton had penned multiple copies of "Naturalis Principia Optica," the image here from one of his remaining original manuscripts. After the Church of England's assault on "Optica," and with the help of Robert Hooke and his band of rogue #NaturalScientists, we duplicated all of our manuscripts by hand and scattered them among #Masonic lodges throughout the globe. It was then that we developed the art of Disguise. To this day, Masonic knowledge, in its "Disguised" form, is hidden, in plain sight, in many of the world's most densely populated regions. Isaac was vehemently against the scattering our manuscripts. He believed that the mere existence of written knowledge had a direct effect on both the animate and inanimate. He feared global spontaneous #occult phenomena. Hooke, on the other hand, feared the loss of our sacred knowledge. Hooke scoffed at Isaac at the time, though years later we would learn that, on this point, Brother Isaac was correct.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Aug 26, 2014 9:01 PM (UTC)
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Mind control, or "Persuasion," dates back to the master masons in Ancient Egypt who observed that geometric forms influenced group behavior. Over time, these master masons banded together to codify their discoveries and the #Freemasons were born. But the next major development in the art of Persuasion would not come for centuries. In 1688, Brother Isaac Newton discovered that color as well as form affected mass Persuadability, each factor amplifying the effect of the other. His findings were published in his work "Naturalis Principia Optica" in 1690. The Church of England deemed Persuasion an #Occult art and endeavored to destroy every copy. Of the book only remnants remain, an image of which is captured here. Of the the art of Persuasion, we have come a very long way over the centuries; the course of history bears witness.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jul 30, 2014 1:18 PM (UTC)
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"The brain can directly use sound to see and light to hear." - BMC Neuroscience, "Visuo-auditory interactions in the primary visual cortex," Ye Wang (Department of Neurobiology and Anatomy, University of Texas-Houston Medical School).
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jul 17, 2014 12:29 PM (UTC)
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"It's always been about mind control," said @arad_crowley as he lead me down a dark alley. "The Facebook experiment was interesting but why did they limit themselves just to controlling people's emotions? We learned centuries ago - while building the Pyramids - that we could influence opinion, action, even the spread and suppression of ideas. We control thought itself." I stopped in my tracks because I remembered: We were the Limit Pushers. And this was an election year. Arad receded into darkness. I ran to rejoin him on our journey.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jul 3, 2014 1:11 AM (UTC)
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"Emotional Contagion is the idea that emotions spread throughout networks. Newsflash: #Facebook has Always Manipulated Your Emotions" Social Images, 02 Jul 2014 07:00 AM PDT (http://bit.ly/TQ7KW8)
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jul 1, 2014 2:18 PM (UTC)
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"The Internet erupted in anger this weekend after discovering that Facebook attempted to manipulate the emotions of hundreds of thousands of people in 2012 as part of an experimental look into the power of its News Feed." - The Huffington Post, 6/30/14
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jun 29, 2014 12:57 PM (UTC)
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I struggled to gain consciousness, the lifeless weight of my own body pinning me to the Persian rug atop the polished wood floors. The walls were a stark white. Light, sunlight blanketed the room. I was in the home of @arad_crowley. It was comforting and familiar. Crowley spoke, standing over me: "Snowden never made it to South America so we had to purchase Beats." I understood. He continued: "We've broken the last barrier. That's why I'm bringing you back."
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jun 24, 2014 12:41 PM (UTC)
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The dream was not a pleasant one. I struggled to drag the fading images of my resless slumber into my waking consciousness. They were lost to me. Later, inexplicablly I discovered this image from my dream on my iPhone... Wait! What the hell is going on? I've already seen this image. This is exactly how it started almost a year to the day. Is the entire ordeal starting over from very beginning? I can't go through this again. @arad_crowley, what the hell are you doing to my head? And how are you doing it? This is an #rsa_dark nightmare come to life.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jun 23, 2014 12:17 PM (UTC)
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"Scriabin wrote only a small number of orchestral works, among them Prometheus: The Poem of Fire (1910), which includes a part for a 'clavier à lumières' - an implement played like a piano, but which flooded the concert hall with colored light rather than sound. For some time before his death (1915) he had planned a multi-media work, to be performed in the Himalayas, that would bring about the armageddon, 'a grandiose religious synthesis of all arts which would herald the birth of a new world'. This piece, Mysterium, was never realized. #wikipedia "Apple buys Beats for $3 Billion," #wsj
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Jun 6, 2014 9:23 PM (UTC)
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I was jerk lifted off the floor and forced upright against a stone-carved pew, the whole time retching from the pain in my head. "He left for a reason," said my captor, leaning down, his face - equal parts devout monk and rotting corpse - strangely close to mine as if, shake-like, he was reading my face with his tongue. "Do you know why he left for Cupertino?" He continued. "Did @arad_crowly ever tell you why he left?" I tried but could not speak. Dizzy, my eyes barely adjusted to the strange light that seemed to change hue in synch with the melody audible throughout the cavern, I shook my head "no."
User Image plasticspoon Posted: May 19, 2014 12:06 PM (UTC)
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Clever @3clectic. The flag of St. George indeed! In the original version of the Golden Legend, the dragon was not slain. Rather, with Saint George’s lance piercing its heart, the dragon drew itself toward Saint George and bit him at the nape of his neck. When blood met blood, the foes metamorphosed - into snakes. Their bodies, intertwined, climbed the lance in battle, each snake set on the other’s demise. By my captor, I was dragged down a spiral passage hidden beneath Fraternidade Rosacruciana São Paulo. The snakes that were Saint George and the dragon - the snakes that appeared in my dream and in this very photo stream loomed large over me: Hermes and the snakes of his caduceus were carved into tunnel ceiling, Scriabin’s “Prometheus” coming from an oddly lit cavern below.
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Apr 30, 2014 9:16 PM (UTC)
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“Music oft hath such a charm / To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.” Every English major knows the quotation is Shakespeare’s. Every Mason knows its true meaning. Shakespeare was a mystic at heart who indulged the rather odd habits of his beliefs only behind closed doors. His plays, however, are rich with detailed references to the occult arts. The music of which he speaks is the Pythagorean Music of the Spheres, a once forgotten metaphysical principle of cosmic balance resurrected by Max Heindel in 1907 and institutionalized by the Rosicrucian Order. “Musica,” repeated over and over into my ear. “Musica,” sweaty breath against the back of my neck. “Musica…musica…” Through the pain in my head I came to understand: I was a prisoner in the Fraternidade Rosacruciana São Paulo, my captor at my ear rhythmically repeating “musica… musica…”
User Image plasticspoon Posted: Mar 24, 2014 8:34 PM (UTC)
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My head felt like it had been split open. Prone on a church pew, the dissonance of Scriabin's "Prometheus" somehow echoing off the walls, a sweaty breath on the back of my neck. "Music oft hath such a charm
To make bad good, and good provoke to harm," someone whispered in my ear. That was all I needed: I knew exactly where I was.