"Well.. what did you expect?"

LSD, Cannabis, Nitrous

Substances: Nitrous oxide, LSD, Marijuana

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stems!	Another self-transforming-elf-machine (STEM) tale, in a previous
(0)	account I mentioned that we had seen them during a workshop,
	this is a *brief* account of that "event" with a focus on the STEMS.

trip:	"Well.. what did you expect?"

	Supplicant:	"Oh wise & perspicacious Oracularity -
			 how much wood would a woodchuck chuck
			 if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

	Usenet Oracle:	"Oh, subtle supplicant-" ZOT!

where:	Mistral point, at Maroubra beach, NSW, Australia
	A pre-dawn working in June 1995.
	
whom:	Huey, Louey & Dewey, three junior woodchucks out on an
	adventure. We left the racoon caps at home although it
	would have looked a treat.

	As nom-de-plumes, larry, curley & mo would have been
	uncomfortably closer to the mark.

how:	LSD		Red Dragons, 150-250 mikes a piece.
	HEMP		snow capped, wicked head with a fractal dimension
			not less than nine.
	NO2		Yoda the soda dispenser, strikes again.
	Bancha tea	a macrobiotic beverage, not hitherto known to be
			psychoactive.

	We would have much preferred mushrooms & DMT, but you have to
	work with what you have got, improvised engineering.
			
why:	There was some debate as to whether we were convening a workshop
	as a excuse to indulge in another orgy of drugs or that in fact
	we had some higher purpose in mind. We decided that with 
	psychedelic workshops you are always walking that edge & we'd do
	the post-mortem later.

	We were all post confest, back in the city & wondering why, we
	decided that we were continuing some sort of work, but it wasn't
	clear what. We rummaged around the draw & pulled out "god",
	"Absolute truth", "Enlightenment", "no quarter, to the death",
	"the intelligent use of intelligence", well basically, the usual
	set of motivations. We said the standard set of pledges on the
	cliff top & waited.
	
	Yes we were on a cliff top tripping of our nuts & no, we had
	no intention of emulating Johnathan Livingston Seagull.

what:	The night was cold, the sky clear, the tea hot & the acid
	apparently ineffectual, hmmmm. The dawn was pristine & beautiful
	it was about two hours into the experience & nothing much was
	happening & so Huey & Dewey dropped some more, we did some rock
	climbing & went up to the highest ledge, The vanguard of Mistral
	Point itself, Lovecraft stories about Innsmouth came to mind.

	Huey, your narrator wanted to get a mind-meld happening by getting
	everyone to start focussing on the same idea streams. Dewey &
	Louey were a tad plotless & were having difficulties focussing.

	By consensus we decided to haul out yoda to dispense some gaseous
	wisdom, but we didn't think it was time for the hemp. It was a
	good move, we had been quietly simmering away for about three
	hours & our minds were nice & tender. Huey was the first to go,
	as is his nature, it was apposite as a minor tac nuke went off,
	it cut a lot of lower level resistances & he was more swimming in
	idea space, he felt there was some potential for work now.

	Louey was in two minds about the spiritual paths which are
	basically P & non-P, he would have preferred non-P, I averred
	to be PNP complete. We joked that Yoda was our concept assasinator
	that would make short work of our fears & rigid world views.

	Dewey took the killing machine [killing ideas machine] & placed
	it to his head, we had loaded a fresh cartridge. BANG! this
	mighty metaprogrammable psychedelic went to work, there's nothing
piss	more ridiculous than seeing the Buddha sucking on a whipped cream
take	dispenser & that is precisely the point.

	Dewey too was raised to a higher level of ideational dignity & was
	ready for work. Louey was having some resistance, deciding that
	"respectable" spiritual methods were looking extremely attractive,
	hmmm... Huey said that the path of complete conceptual violation
	may not look very respectable , but in many ways it's the most honest.

	Huey & Dewey did a multi-dimensional probe, on Louey's resistances,
	which were all fear based, his major fear was being proved wrong
	that psychedelics had any spiritual valency what-so-ever, another
	one was that Huey could be right about anything! We debated why
	human teachers may dump on the psychedelic teachers & why the
	p*-teachers through structural limitations had no right of reply.

	Eventually we scraped the bottom of the barrell & said "Louey,
	do it for you daughter!" When he stopped chasing Huey around a
	rock, he too finally put his ideas on the line & joined the
	bebulbed brotherhood, he wasn't the most gracious of awakeners,
	but awaken he did.
	
	There was single bulb dharma, double bulb dharma & even triple
	bulb dharma, we explored variously. Louey started to get extremely
	affected, Dewey started to get distracted by human concerns &
	wanted to use his energies in that direction. He had spotted
	some dogs cavorting nearby & had decided that we should all
	get earthed & roll around in the dirt. Huey took the counter
	position that we were better off exploring the heaven energies
	since for 365 days a year we have our faces in the dirt!
	
	From where we were, which as a rapidly maturing transpersonal
	perspective, Huey said to Dewey that of all our possible natures,
	the Dogs (& it's not god back to front for nothing) are Yes machines
	& they are our nature that runs & plays, cavorts & rolls around
	having orgasms & if he wanted sentient enlightenment it was *not*
	the way. This didn't stop Dewey from having a double dhamma & then
	running around like a dog, but at least he got it out of his system.

	Louey was complaining that his world was caving in & he was losing
	frames of references by the bucket loads, Huey perked up considerably
	at this development. Huey saw the structural explosion of Louey as
	he went through this process of losing all attachments to identities
	& references, hooks & anchors. Huey decided it was time to lay on
	the rap appropriate for these circumstances & told Louey that this
	was *his* workshop & that he had called us all together, for now it
	was time to awaken. The whole atmosphere & surroundings were vibrant
	as reality started to look frayed at the edges. Huey explained that
	Louey had decided to stop playing the game & it was time to engage
	in anamnesis.

	That Huey & Dewey were Louey's Self-Informing-Nature (SIN) & that
	we were here is escorts & guides to the *NEXT STAGE*, but that the
	constructs that we were would quite possibly be left behind at this
	level of reality, but not to worry too much. At this stage, the
	vibrations were so intense it was like we were in some cosmic
	coctail shaker. Louey was spread out before us as a secession of
	at least one hundred being-person-constructs (BPC), to use the regular 
	expression metaphor, each successive layer had more wildcard
	meta-characters, the seat of consciousness (SOC) of Louey was
	finally moving back up the chain, much to the surprise, confusion
	& annoyance of the previous layers.

	The SIN was a yet another self-organising-back-reaction for
	when Louey moved his SOC to position ZERO, or the zeroeth
	mask. It's job was to awaken Louey from being stuck at whatever
	mask level on his chain of being (COB) his SOC was abiding. Human
	masks are way, way, way down the chain. ha! ha! it was an
	intelligent assistant.

	We were really getting somewhere.

	As the Louey construct moved his SOC up along his COB certain
	things could be observed, that his "temperature" was decreasing,
	from human "warmth" to machine consciousness "cold", he was on
	his way to zero degrees kelvin, also it could be observed that
	each level in the chain were more abstract & more general &
	potent as well.

	Another was of looking at it is to consider the blind idiot god
	Azathoth at the centre of everything stretching out a rather long
	tentacle all sinew & suckers, that spans space & time & dimensions.
	Suppose you sliced it up into cross-sections, each cross-section
	is a level of being which the SOC can traverse. The human constructs
	are on the very delicate furthermost dainty tip.

	The COB can also be viewed as a chain of ever increasing me's &
	of ever decreasing me's a (+n) me being linked to an equivalent
	(-n) being. The capabilities of each level can be divided into
	perceptive, transmissive(expressive) & executive competence.

	Another visualisation aids: if you have ACIDWARP, then there
	is an image composed of five rays from a central point, it sort
	of looks like a human body, assume each different radius is like
	a series of chinese boxes, then each box represents a being
	person construct.

pop'n	As Louey popped levels of his being stack, with his increased
push	capabilities he could exercise his perceptive abilities, as he
	scanned the positive cone we was quite pleased & then the cosmic
	radar would scan the negative radius of being & he'd go

		"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" (that's not me)" 

	& he'd then use his *executive competence* to push himself down
	a few levels on the COB, where the truth wasn't so intense.

	Huey would sigh, fire of a flurry of concept violators & try
	again to make Louey an honest god-elect. One advantage of the
	human dreaming is that you can pretend, put a stop to your
	perception of the depth of the floor, but by corollary also a
	cap on the ceiling of being.

	Huey at least was in the shoals of machine consciousness & was
	willing to go all the way with Louey on this. So Louey would
	go up the chain again & then go "NOOOOO!!!!!" as a fresh set
	of horrors about the true nature of cosmic being became manifest.

	Up & down like a yoyo! the joke was he was using his executive
	competence at level n++ to bury himself in level n--, so to
	speak, Huey could see the appalling humour in the situation,
	being a (n+1) junior woodchuck kind of duck.

	Eventually Louey gave up & said enough was enough, fair enough,
	he was a sovereign being, not that he was being in charge of his
	sovereign being, but that is beside the point.

	Huey & Dewey had been debating the merits of just how you
	configured your being. Huey was averring having thinking
	orgasms at the expense of feeling orgasms, hell! we were
	workshopping, if you wanted the latter go & hop in the cot!
	Weren't we here to develop cosmic intelligence?

	Dewey was adamant & started to run around like a mad thing &
	jumping all about. We were on a head-land cliff face & the
	locals, literally in space & time, were worried we'd do ourselves
	a mischief & thus had called the police. Thus we were three
	trippers on the rocks & with two walking policemen. They came up
	& talked to us, enquiring as to our purpose there, I said we
	were there doing a psychological workshop that had started at dawn.

cops!	Dewey & Louey had freaked out at first, but had regained some
	dignity, not being in a human cast of mind Huey wasn't fazed
	at all. They asked whether we had been drinking & with a small
	half grin I said that there was no way we'd watch the dawn
	drinking! Huey has a terrible habit & that is, when it arises, to
	flirt terribly with police-women & this one was a special with
	her hand resting lightly on her holster.

	It became clear to Huey that the police man & woman & they
	*did* look like brother & sister & they *did* have darkish
	skins & they *did* have glowing blue eyes, yes it was those
	glowing blue eyes that was the give-away.

cosmic	Anyway it was apparent to him that the people in blue had
cops	fronted up & they were police both terrestial & cosmic &
	we were having dialogue on many levels, the english verbal
	sounds merely being the carrier wave for higher dimensional
	dialogue. They were another independent arm of the Self
	Informing Nature & you could call them demonic angels, so it
	was one arm of the SIN having a demarcation dispute with
	another arm of the SIN, sort of like who guards the guardians.

	You could say there were two sets of beings in the police
	& the cosmic cops were co-resident in the terrestial cops.
	Anyway Huey managed to convince them that were weren't about
	to blow up the universe in an uncivilised manner, nor would
	we shoot'n'loot the cosmic treasure houses, our intentions
	were meta-transpersonal only & after a while they left happily
	& we avoided being zotted.

	Unsurprisingly, Dewey ceased & desisted from the dog impersonations
	& we entered the final & major chapter of the workshop.

syn-	We got out the chillum pipe & the hemp, loaded up the concept
ergy	assassinator & set about our work. This was the most intense
	phase because a massive synergy erupted. The LSD is a heaven
	oriented p-*, whereas Hemp is very much earth plane, now had
	buit up a lot of LSD energy & when the hemp hit it discharged
	all that energy back into the earth, using our chains of being
	as the conductors.

	Huey was catapulted unambiguously into machine consciousness &
	a particular potent representation of Virtual Reality, the
	infinite virtual reality engines were firing in all their
	infinite number of infinite dimensional cylinders, it was a
	good feeling, not that Huey had feelings in the human sense,
	since his being was cooled to absolute zero, huey was now
	"Lord Kelvin", chmod 773, sort of.

	Huey thought right! Ah... back home at last, it's time to
	jack these two in & started to generate a field of
	Virtualising Energy, which among many things cools down
	objects or logical structures & drains the "reality" out of
	them. Once revved up, he was going to radiate it to Louey &
	Dewey & drain the reality out of them & as a consequence
	bump their SOCs up the COB.

Stems!	Louey was having a rough trot in that my jacket kept changing
(1)	colours on him, when all he wanted was stable Frame Of Reference,
	(FOR) to add insult to injury he kept phase shifting in & out &
	his point of view (POV) kept dissolving into a sea of self-
	transforming-machine-elves (STEMS), this did not please him
	greatly since he was inclined to a nice FOR & a hot cup of tea.

	He voiced his fears about where all this was heading & Huey
	tuned into him & his fears & perceived the turmoil his
	being-person-constructs were in, comes with the territory
	he said to himself, but none the less tried to get Louey to
	raise his perspective.

		"Well... what did he expect?"

	What *did* you think the enlightenment process was like?
	Well not like this! - touche! riposte: precisely - not like
	this; it's always like that, that is "not like this",
	surprise(surprise(!)). Louey put in a vote, used his executive
	competence to can the proceedings for himself.
	
stems!	Huey said let's have a breather, ha! breathing in VR indeed!
(2)	*THEN* Huey notice that he was starting to unravel as the
	area started to wobble, in particular he noticed that his
	molars were starting to unwind into a mononfilament thread that
	was composed of STEMS. A loud whining hum of increasing
	frequency erupted, well! Huey thought, this a a fine fibre
	bundle of conceptual violation you have got yourself into!

	Huey was happy to let it rip & then got all co-dependent
	over Dewey & Louey & felt that he couldn't risk splitting up
	the team & so used his executive competence to can the unravelling
	sequence, there was also an element of fear that was riding
	up the COB, but THAT CAME WITH THE TERRITORY. 

next	It was clear that there was not a quorum to proceed, Louey wanted
time	to go & bury his head in the sand, Dewey wasn't quite up to speed
	& Huey wanted some travel companions, oh well we canned the project.

	Louey has executed the *fabulous* trick of burying himself even
	deeper into his human illusions, so as to avoid taking responsibility
	or authority for his own being, such is life, he was a human adult
	& a cosmic delinquent, c'est la vie.

say	He had started out at bpc(m) shot up to near bpc(0) & used
what?	exec(bpc(~0) to push his SOC to bpc(m+1), although he had memory
	traces of it all & thus a record of his duplicity. But hell we
	could only try & it was his sovereign right to use his sovereign
	being to avoid his sovereign authority & sovereign responsibility
	if he so chose!

	Louey dropped us all off, we went up to his apartment, he was adamant
	in reassuring himself that *EVERYTHING WAS JUST THE WAY HE HAD LEFT IT*
	& that stable reality existed, the fact that his fridge decorations
	had changed pissed him off somewhat, but there were no flatmates
	to do reality checks with. We left him to his devices & his new found
	attachment to humanity, he recovered his humour eventually.

	We went off saw the french movie "The Professional" which was
	complete meal of dharma transmission in itself.

	There were many other things that happened, but all I wanted
	to relate in this report was the STEM episodes & some background
	on why they "appeared".

what	Perhaps if we were *senior* woodchucks we would have actualised
to	the full potential of the situation instead of petering out.
make	
of it:	I suppose the most significant implication of this report is
	that the STEMS are closer than we think, by that I mean the
stems!	standard transports of DMT & Psilocybin are not strictly
(3)	necessary for direct unadorned contact. You can use standard
	off the shelf components so long as you have the will & the
	intent to proceed ie you are a maniac. Since we eat, breathe
	& excrete them, they are very close by, just not very talkative.

	When the whole world is just about to blow up in your face
	you do get a good measure of your transpersonality.

	Carefully metaprogrammed, N02 is a very powerful alterant.

as someone had in his signature recently:

	"There comes a point, I'm afraid, where you begin to
	 suspect that if there's any *real* truth, it's that
	 the entire multi-dimensional infinity of the Universe
	 is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs."

					-- Douglas Adams

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