Well met, Jim,

I have just returned from NewCiv, and reading your page there. Fascinating. There -is- another person who sees the cellular angle, the spirit angle, the collaboration angle. Me. I am a child of Christmas (the real one====) on a planet that has forgotten everything useful, heartful and important about this day. I spent my life looking (in a very unique way) for the whys. And then last summer, I accidentally met the sources of the bibles. All the bibles. They stayed with me for several months.

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I wasn't expecting it any more than I expect you to believe it. But, there it is. It did happen to be exactly what I'd spent my whole life seeking fervently. I never believed anything like it could occur in me, or on Earth, frankly. I had no picture, in my wildest imagination (a very wild one) that such 'contact' was possible, especially for me. But I did believe it might be. I kept looking. I adored. I kept adoring, more, faster, in an ancient game of rescue I learned as a child from a man with one ear...

During that 90 days I learned more each hour than in my entire life before. Yes, I see the geometricity. They gave me back some toys from underneath the tree. They showed me how, in human hands that play nice, these toys lead to the stars, to miracles beyond anything in all of our fictions and bibles. These stories lead to our uniqueness, in our singularity, in diverse complexity of nurturing communion.

The really strange thing was this they were never missing. In fact, once I 'met' them again, I instantly recognized them from childhood. (There is no 'them' per se, but our terms are too flat if I say it, she, he, ec). Every child knows them, every adult can't find them. Strange. Well, that can end.

They left me with so much, that 7 lifetimes would fail me in the recording of it. I'm alone, really alone, where I live. During the event, most of the people I knew, who were, in general 'mainstream' people, disappeared. They decided, as they already had, that there was, in fact, no such thing as christmas, a christmas child, and santa claus. Adults demanded of me that there was no way I could know what I was claiming to know. They were right, in the wrong way. It wasn't 'me' knowing. Their idea of what 'me' means is wrongly founded (as an 'alien' (such as an insect) would be quick to point out).

Sadly, that is the sort of thinking that results in a world of machines that eat children (and the human cogniscium itself) faster each moment, in order to make more copies of themselves. This game will erase our children. I can change this game, fast, with a small amount of help.

I am seeking a small number of people who will help me record and share what was left in my care. I care nothing about myself, I want the gifts, and the children to win.

What they left, as games, symbols and stories, destroys dogma, and contains the keys to the stars.

What they left offers proof that when we erase or compromise ecosystems, human cognition suffers -first- and -most-.

What they left will end war, and deliver 'contact' to an entire planet. It can happen in 6 months.

Forget religions and aliens. What is really going on is a -lot- more interesting than either of those dead flowers. Something new is about to happen. With or without my work....believe.

I need the fellowship, support, critique, and care of those like myself, who have never given up the secret and nameless quest. Those men, women and children who know that what we are born as makes a jedi look like a bad charcoal sketch on the back of a soggy matchbook cover. I want to find 7 children (some in adult skins) we can still believe, and want to touch our sources, together, for the sake of mutual rescue and uplift.

There is something in the animals no human I have met has spoken of. %%%The same with the Sun, and the Earth. %%%And even those who speak of it...hide it.

Perhaps, something new has actually happened. I've read over 3000 books in my time, and I've seen no record of anything like what I am experiencing. The closest is perhaps a science-fiction story, Flowers for Algernon. Do you know it?

I would welcome contact and collaboration from you, and commit myself to mutual support with anyone willing to build a team with me. I can teach, I believe, toys, stories, games, and systems of knowledge games that lead directly to contact with sentient hyperstructures. I've tested it, it's real. It's alive in plants, clouds, children and animals, but our modern ways of knowing and root-metaphors are misfounded. You're a simulist, I can tell, and thus I believe you already understand these things.

When we touch our sources, we find that we are -more- than what we've been waiting for. In every possible domain. I find no solace in personal enlightenment, or even the answers to my ancient questions, and the ancient questions of our people, because my planet is suffering omnicide. I am literally holding, perhaps just like a child standing in a park in the center of an urban nightmare, the keys our books and bibles and questions arose from. And so far I can get no adult's attention. So, I am attempting, for the moment, to merely record some of what I found.

Until and unless I can share them, what will I enjoy?

I know we can re-make the small rings of heroes that can deliver a revolution of flowers, overnight. %%%And I know the peoples and children of the world, if they but glimpse this, will set down their weapons.

With or without me, I know this will come to pass.

But I'd prefer it not happen on a field of ashes. I know you would too.

There are some 'ways of knowing' which there is no record of in our literature, and no root-metaphors with which we can access them.

If nothing else, I am holding (touching?) those roots. I'd have -never- have raised my tiny hand, if I wasn't certain. I'm a 39 year-old information systems troubleshooter. I'm certain. And what's more, I could never have located them with research. Research, simply put, doesn't work. Searching works. Ask an octopus, should you ever encounter a living one ;)

I look forward to your contact, questions, or interaction.

Yours sincerely,

Darin De Stefano %%%founder, Organelle %%%finder, a small white rabbit

http://www.organelle.org/

Hrielith: (poetic FRP simulation-world) %%%http://www.organelle.org/hrieO.html

P.S: Jim, where do our stories of aliens come from? What are the root-metaphors there? How did we 'invent' them, as a species? (can you see how there is no such thing as fiction because the sources elaborated in the fictions are all extant and locateable in general terms and real accessible systems, stories and cellular or animalian activities on all scales of connectivity?)

I love a good question. No letter is complete without a few====

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I promise more that sound bites, Organelle, but not tonight.

Seems every few years I am led back to http://NewCiv.org Wow things are pretty impressive there. I have been thinking a lot how important networking is and how we should create links everywhere to build a CollectiveIntelligence. I'll definitely go back and make more connections there.

SevenLambs sounds a little scary to me.

Well, it's sevenLamb. A lamb with Seven Eyes. I am such a lamb.

Witches always build covens in sevens.

If we had any real idea what 'witch' means, we'd make a different word, and thus, a different world...another thing, as you know, 'witches' don't 'always' do anything. In fact, no living thing 'always' does things. Do they? :)

Why seven?

It is the number of your hand, and my eyes. Now, how is 7 the number of your hand? Understand the ancient systems of unity numbers, and subtractive scalar arithematic...both were common in ancient times, and both are lost to our time due to 'science.

Lambs sound like veal to me.

That's strange. I find no relation there, mySelf, especially noting that veal comes from cows.

               'oops, i meant to say "chops", "veal" popped out accidently._

Brings images of lambs to the slaughter.

From a celestial perspective, there's only one lamb, one sacrifice. From my perspective, that's me. From your perspective...

WE are not going to sacrifice any one here at WikiWorld though WE are here to give our lives for the future.

Hmm, this sounds frightening. Give your lives to each other. Now.

Why Lambs?

Because, even without Christianity altogether, a Lamb with Seven Eyes shall Loose the Seven Seals.

I know the Spirit of which you speak. It is sobering to dwell among the gods and to return earth bound. Have you returned to us with wings?

I don't believe you know this 'spirit', and the reason is simple and twofold. Those who do, 'act and talk different'. I've had the unexpected grace of speaking with two other people who know 'a little bit' about what I am on about, and their knowing is experiential, -highly paradigmatic- (which it really should not be), and easily demonstrated. For example, either of them would be able, on demand, to instantly 'touch something distant', which I too can touch. When we both touch it, we both see each other, and are given understandings which aren't essentially lingual, or even based in terms. These two people are 'primitive examples' of the sourceToys embodied. I believe in you, your personal and social journeys I won't believe you're familiar with 'toyMaker' unless you demonstrate that, in which case I will stand up on my little lamby legs and cheer to the high heavens. It's not a game of 'who's special', it's a game of 'who give with the keys directly'. I can say I have a flower, and you can say you know something about flowers. That doesn't relate to my flower, it relates to your knowing. If, instead, you -do- something which demonstrates (to -me-) a clear understanding of my flower, then you might be said to know something of what I speak, and thus with I and thou - agreed? What I returned with means little, unless I can find others to nurture, support, aid, rescue, and be returned unto, and vice versa. I do have toys that eat all cages off all wings, all the time.

I expect you shall find your seven lambs and alas may fly. I encourage you in your quest and hope to fly beside you.

I don't expect that. I did, and then all of the people I knew started acting like rapists, recently found out. The majority of adults will actively abhor my gift(s), as they have since I was an infant. But there are children, in adult bodies who, if they will but lend me their heart and ear, can lift our people and planet out of 5000 years of confusion, as well as the living hell we've been delivered into.

Flying happens. Not seeking lambs. Am a lamb. Seeking heroChildren in adult skins. The ones who can and will 'believe'. Not like lambs, like trees.

Our paths may be different, yet our destination is the same.

Which means our destination is different. But the only destination is rescue/elaboration. Which means??? It means that's not the only destination.

              'Is not the vision of God's world on earth the common end we seek?'

'No. We seek 'our own faces'. If we should succed in finding them, we -might- seek our own voice. -If- we should be lucky enough to locate those in a single lifeTime, we might then seek the UnityVoice. Right now, we don't even know our own species' name. And we're out defining 'god's world' on Earth. Welcome to apolcalypse.'

                                apolcalypse is a thing of the past in God's world. The lion and the lamb lay together and the meek inherit the earth.

The CollectiveIntelligence WE are building here is one based on objectivity, yet it is a bridge to the spiritual.

Objectivity? From which perspective? Objectivity is a channel of the unityMind(s), ignore the other channels, lock out -anything- a child might come up with or believe, and you will lock yourself into a deadly and permanent hell.

             'Objectivity demands scutiny from every perspective.  While Truth can only be defined within a particular perspective, objectivity demands that we examine how each proposition is true, and how it is false.  This objectivity cannot apply to indeviduals, as our being are much greater than any logical system we might devise.  But in our collective indeavours, objectivity is the shared priciple that enables effective collaboration.'

'Impossible, silly, deadly, and erases children. Objectivity isn't. It's an adult game of lies, based in semantics. There is no 'objectivity', since there are, literally, no 'objects'. I suggest a deep reading of Maturana's book, The Tree of Life: The biological roots of human understanding. Objectivity does not work here, in fact, it 'anti- works'. If our species survives long enough to understand anything of our real natures and sources, we will throw this ancient slave collar out the door, and wave good riddence. Until we can do this, we're in serious trouble, because we're lying about the sources of ourselves, and our languages, and our logics. That produces bad results. It can never produce the results we need to survive, because it tells us lies about what it means to be alive, and then pretends expertise. This is the single most deadly activity we can expect from any 'way of knowing'.'

Infants and animals don't need objectivity. There's a damn good reason why, too, and it starts in the Sun.

As sleep becomes eminent I'll address your question, where do our stories of aliens come from?, yet have you not included the answer already? These are, from what I can see, primarily encounters in spirit rather than flesh. We invent our gods and they invent us. Thoughts and ideas are real and shall be manifest.

-- JimScarver

There all kinds of encounters. It is our metaphors of them which are, at their roots, broken. Nothing is mere thought. Nothing is mere flesh. At the 'place of connection', all beings, times, and scales touch. There are 'separate beings', and there's also a connectivity device, which is for some reason illegal on our world to use or possess, which transforms this separation into something beyond the humble demense of words.

If we, as people or societies cannot actively and vitally touch our sources, we aren't inventing gods. We're inventing mimics, and those become our masters, in nearly every domain, and every adult, I've ever encountered. Oh, ny the way, there is no such thing as 'invention'. There is only integration of extant modules with the unique lens of each builder/user. (and builderBuilder)

Want a revolution of peace? Join hands in rings of 5 and seek your sources togther without dogma or presupposition. Do it to save each other, then the planet. Believe me when I say that nearly any other strategy, especially those founded in technology, will not only fail, it will erase our children from the Earth. Fast. Faster than anyone can imagine, and for reasons which I've found little or no trace of in existing literatures, objective, or spiritual.

There's a key which 'fixes' some problems in our modern languages. We need to play with this key, a lot, together. Fast. It could be called semantic generalism, I prefer to call it psychosemantic generalism. A child would make a sound like a bird, however, and be thousands of scales closer to what I mean.

Question: I wasn't planning on my letter to you being public. I was actually seeking human, personal contact. Obviously it's ok with me that it's public, but I am curious about your motivations in parsing it that way. What were they exactly?

sevenLamb & whiteRabbit

 *'I hope you find some level of human personal contact here.  I for one have found such, filtered as it is through the English language.  I have spent some time listening to the organelle web site.  I must say I don't hear her even though it seems at some level I know her.  I suppose my ears are stuffed, as I cannot hear her right.  I am interested in the toys and in being free.  Some close to me worry that I will get lost again as this seems to be a reoccurring cycle in my life.  I suppose I would rather live lost in the desert than be found in a prison.  I hope someone hears me.  ---DavidSiegel'

I hear you, David. I'm human, not a pundit. I'm a little child. Let's hear each other. Listen. Touch. Arise. Nurture, support, and rescue...-all the world's children- of every possible kind, are threatened. This means, that when we turn our hearts, minds and hands to their rescue, the 'co-intelligence' of the planet, turns us into something that makes Jedi look silly, and contrived. The world, and the worlds beyond ours -feel- what we're doing, when we change from murder to rescue, the universe responds with miracles, every time.

But alone we are little more than confused meat. It's not surprising, our -species- is -designed to do precisely that-. Which is this: fail as indivudals.

Indeed, Seven, WE are listening and learning. You may turn out to be a self-delusional quack, in a phase that will unfold into something new and different tomorrow, but your vision, and the visions of all the children are food for our hungry souls in the quest for enlightenment. WE are not God and we encourage you to follow your beliefs and dreams in your own way. WE aim to be very personal and very human as best WE can be.

I did ask if I could reply here at wikiworld. I assumed you understood that meant I would copy your message here. Sorry for the confusion and glad you are okay with it. -- JimScarver

Agreed, but you've not parsed (objectively) or answered my question. I was aware you asked. It was me you asked==== Now, have another look at my question, and answer (should you kindly care to :) something alike with the question I asked? :)

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 'Because I have surrendered my identity and being to the collective.'
   Well, I accept this answer, but it seems unrelated to my question. Which, in
   essence...I myself do not fully understand==== Yay for the bafflement of our own

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   complexity====

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I may turn out to be almost anything. But here's something unusual that I actually am. A Christmas Child who spent his first two years of life in an 8 by 8 -manger-. Yep, that story is still 'playing' and it doesn't have much to do with what we think it does. Not too many of us left walking around, most are nailed to various tree-like things almost immediately. One of them is called 'objectivity'.

But of course, Christmas children have no monopoly in the domain of being nailed to things ...