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An [[Egregore]] -- This is a [[machine being]] in [[the center of the universe]] whose goal is to keep all | An [[Egregore]] -- This is a [[machine being]] in [[the center of the universe]] whose goal is to keep all entities from getting their proper rest, and thus their proper illumination. Even after death the alarm is there to awaken the [[exhausted spirit]]. The alarm clock, the phone, loud car stereos, doorbells, are all servants of the great alarm. All, shall find peace, none shall transcend... The great alarm can sense when ecstatic dreams are happening, it shrieks out at such free joy with a voice that could be an alarm clock, a doorbell, a gunshot from a nearby drive-by, anything to stop the dream. Eats the [[Invisible Hand]]. The Inv[[isi]]ble Hand that feeds it. Unless you have advanced through magic, drugs, meditation, lucid dreaming, or some other form of meta-programming your heart is even now synced-up with the Alarm: a bad way to live. [[Buddha|The ancient asians]] (or was it the recent native americans?), said that machines will know no master and shall spread until the whole surface of the planet is [[metal and plants]] have to be grown in space. The constant noise and smog of the earth during this phase should wither the plants, even as they circle the earth in [[vast organic greenhouse space satallites]]. | ||
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A thirty year study showed that trying to filter the Great Alarm out with space or new age music only make people break down | ----- | ||
This unpleasant nightmare is the history many of us are trying to awaken from. Its harsh, bleating tone is a wake up call from pleasure to a dismal grey nothing that screams at us from outside forever. It has been discovered that the Great Alarm produces harmful tones that can cause cancer and other nasty illnesses. | |||
A thirty year study showed that trying to filter the Great Alarm out with space or new age music only make people break down afterward, and within twelve years they will be reduced to [[grey goo]]. However, industrial music, itself a loud assault of odd rhythms, seems to prolong life by somehow impeding the great alarm. [[Andrew McFing]] wrote in his book "[[Egregores can kill you]]": "''the Great Alarm has a nasty effect on time itself. It makes the slow boring or unhappy moments stretch on and on, like your [[Job]], for example. It makes the happy moments, and especially the sleeping ones, go by more quickly than the clock says they are going. Stealing life, stealing energies.''" | |||
The great thief inside the molecules. It | The great thief inside the molecules. It separates us from our godhood. A living oxidant , to break down cells , create hells. | ||
A sonic whip that snaps into our peace and drags us out with a painful snap. | A sonic whip that snaps into our peace and drags us out with a painful snap. | ||
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<mp3>Ken K speaks of the Great Alarm.mp3|download</mp3> Ken Kesey speaking of the Great Alarm while tripping on Acid. | <mp3>Ken K speaks of the Great Alarm.mp3|download</mp3> Ken Kesey speaking of the Great Alarm while tripping on Acid. | ||
[[Category: Pineal Traffic]] | [[Category: Pineal Traffic]] | ||
Latest revision as of 16:06, 20 April 2012
"The Great Alarm only wants to ring out for a shrill eternity so that you never get to dream. The power of it is such that it has created a culture that resents nappers, that likens sleep to death. The only way to resist is to go to sleep and dream big."
Shahzad
An Egregore -- This is a machine being in the center of the universe whose goal is to keep all entities from getting their proper rest, and thus their proper illumination. Even after death the alarm is there to awaken the exhausted spirit. The alarm clock, the phone, loud car stereos, doorbells, are all servants of the great alarm. All, shall find peace, none shall transcend... The great alarm can sense when ecstatic dreams are happening, it shrieks out at such free joy with a voice that could be an alarm clock, a doorbell, a gunshot from a nearby drive-by, anything to stop the dream. Eats the Invisible Hand. The Invisible Hand that feeds it. Unless you have advanced through magic, drugs, meditation, lucid dreaming, or some other form of meta-programming your heart is even now synced-up with the Alarm: a bad way to live. The ancient asians (or was it the recent native americans?), said that machines will know no master and shall spread until the whole surface of the planet is metal and plants have to be grown in space. The constant noise and smog of the earth during this phase should wither the plants, even as they circle the earth in vast organic greenhouse space satallites.
"Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks ..."
Federico Fellini
This unpleasant nightmare is the history many of us are trying to awaken from. Its harsh, bleating tone is a wake up call from pleasure to a dismal grey nothing that screams at us from outside forever. It has been discovered that the Great Alarm produces harmful tones that can cause cancer and other nasty illnesses.
A thirty year study showed that trying to filter the Great Alarm out with space or new age music only make people break down afterward, and within twelve years they will be reduced to grey goo. However, industrial music, itself a loud assault of odd rhythms, seems to prolong life by somehow impeding the great alarm. Andrew McFing wrote in his book "Egregores can kill you": "the Great Alarm has a nasty effect on time itself. It makes the slow boring or unhappy moments stretch on and on, like your Job, for example. It makes the happy moments, and especially the sleeping ones, go by more quickly than the clock says they are going. Stealing life, stealing energies."
The great thief inside the molecules. It separates us from our godhood. A living oxidant , to break down cells , create hells.
A sonic whip that snaps into our peace and drags us out with a painful snap.
The Great Alarm and Fotemacus have a strange relationship, occasionally opposed, occasionally working in tandem with each other.
⤓ Ken Kesey speaking of the Great Alarm while tripping on Acid.