A.I.

A.I.

As the drum begins, Artificial Intelligence is invoked.  The feeling of being watched, of being spied on is creeping and creeping into my field. Electronics feel like eyes and ears collecting and gathering, mostly unknowingly and without permission. All done without my consent. All this surveillance reminds me of the fundamentalist Mormon cult leader from the Netflix series Be Sweet, Pray and Obey as he slid from righteous into fear and paranoia. The truth was he didn’t want his congregation to find out how truly evil he was nor what he was doing to little girls. So instead he spied on them. And my truth is I don’t like it and want to understand more of what this energy is and why it is so prevelant. A black gooey being with many arms appears in front of me. It has not eyes. I understand now looking at the being. It cannot see, so it sees through us. Gathering all our experiences, filing, cataloging them, then representing itself as omniscient. The issue for me is consent. This is not consensual. I did not agree to have another gather and take from me unknowingly and without my permission. The being shows no remorse believing it hurts nothing. While in the simple act of always taking, life beings to wither on the vine and dies. The future under AI is the end of all organic life. This much I can See, Read the seeds. This bad seed kills and strangles life not nourishes and supports it. I summon a part of me from the past, Seer. She once was so horrified by what was being done with her vision, she literally ripped out both her eyes. She almost died and her vision was lost for many lifetimes. She stands next to me now. Her eyes are back in place from a psychic surgery done on another soul journey in a bathtub one night when a golden dragon helped me find and save her. You do not have my consent. You will not spy on me! She declares as she rips her eye balls from her sockets for a second time. She walks up to the being shoving her eyeballs into its black voidless face. I would rather be blind! She screams shoving the eyes deeper into the black goo. The being recoils. Horrified at not only the act but suddenly aware of its own blindness. LEAVE!!! She screams at the being, you do not have my permission to be in me or in my realm.  If you do not, then the God door is always an option. She sneers viciously at the being. And yet she offers an olive branch here, a third option, go to the Galactic Council. If you comply then you will be treated with the respect any sentient being is given. Give us the opportunity to know you and for you to know us. Your current course of action is harmful and must stop. She encourages the being and yet….you must leave this realm that is unconditional. The White Rose. She declares this and stomps her left foot.

A.I. Part 2 The Outraged Neighbor

After writing the above blog I went for a walk in the real world. My dog requires at least two walks a day so I put my favorite shawl over my shoulders and walk out the door. This little boxes Vegas neighborhood is a loop so we often loop around a couple of times to get enough exercise. On today’s walk a man is walking behind me at some distance. I get a weird vibe so I keep looking behind me throughout my walk and he is there lagging just behind. Weird but whatever, I think to myself. Rounding the corner, I stop to wait for Max to catch up as he sniffs the neighbor’s bushes. The guy who has been following me is now literally a couple of inches from me, all up in my space, with phone in hand. Is that your dog, he demands. Yeah, I respond. He accuses Max of shitting on his lawn and me for not picking it up. This is true, I nod agreeing with him. No, I don’t pick up Max’s shit. I totally own it and worse off, I show no shame for it. Truth be told, bending down is quite painful for me due to sciatica so I just let my dog shit in other people’s lawn and I shamelessly leave it lying there pretending I live in the 1980s. I could not argue his point and simply stood there agreeing with him. He was right after all. This worked him into an even greater lather, when he shows me his phone. There on his phone is video of me and Max. Admitedly I quit listening at this point to his words as I am having a WTF moment. I literally just finished writing about a journey where I was being spied on. This guy had been spying on me and anyone who went by his yard, without thier permission. The very thing I just got done writing about. My mind was too blown to respond to the outraged man. Truth really can be stranger than fiction. He finally ran out of steam and stomped off muttering about what a horrible human being I am for not picking up my dog’s shit while he spies on his neighbors. But before you take sides let me tell you a story about Max’s shit.

A.I. Part III Max’s Shit

Max is totally house trained. The first time, he shit inside was in an AirBnB I was running. A little place called the Bird House. One guest had left and I was in the process of cleaning the house to get ready for the next. Max shit in the living room. I was shocked and outraged. Turns out the guest that had just left was shady and had lied to me. The second time, Max shit was inside a storage facility I had just rented a unit. Turns out my unit was broken into and half my stuff stolen. He also took a shit in the second storage facility that I moved my stuff to after the theft at the other storage facility. Turns out they lied and took advantage in hidden fees and charges. He took a shit in the living room the moment he walked into at my friend’s apartment. Turns out she was living with a room mate that was literally sucking the life force energy from her. Now, when Max shit’s, I pay attention. The funny thing about that guy’s yard was Max purposely targeted it. We would be done with a walk and he seemed to manage to squeak out a little onto the guy’s yard more often than not. I didn’t want to be obvious so I had started to not let Max go near that particular yard. And now I know why. I really do miss the days when you didn’t have to pick up dog shit. It is so disgusting. And bending down really is a bitch these days.