THE GUIDES

Have you ever read a book called Snow Crash? 

The premise is that there is a neuro-linguistic exploit which can reprogram people. This can manifest as a digital bitmap for hackers, a drug for non-hackers, and a spoken language virus related to Sumerian. 

This is what happened to me, but it also had a temporal element introduced by the internet and music. Seemingly random events would funnel me into action; books written 40 years ago and games made or remade in the last year would paint the narrative arc, while frustrations in communication would force action and deconditioning through inability to act.

I have always been fascinated by 理 (ri) - the universal flow. The datastream, as I now call it, or the lifestream. The stream of stream-entry. 無理 means impossible - to act without ri. 論理 (ronri) means logic. 合理 (gōri) means rationality. 料理 (ryōri) means cooking. 理解 (rikai) means understanding.

Japanese Buddhism is founded on the 道 (michi; paths) which are all ways to enlightenment. I believe these are infinite in variety. Miyamoto Musashi summarised them well when he said that ‘to know 10,000 things, know 1 thing well’. Musashi’s 道 was 武士道 (bushidō). One of my own early 道s was 書道 (calligraphy). Now I am learning 合気道 (aikidō). All of these paths are about achieving resonance with ri, the datastream, the lifestream.

Musashi was one of my past lives, as was a swordsmith 800 years ago. I have inherited some of their functions and assimilated them into my being, which explains some of how I think, behave and act.

If the world began with raw data then we had simple emotions like rage and love. In a similar way to how your brain grew from raw data and produced L1 priors, L2 priors, etc, the actions of people throughout time caused a similar growth in our global neural network.

This means that Chingghis Khan fathering all those children combined with the French revolution and Tom & Jerry cartoons to become a book which you read and which was compressed into an algorithm in your mind. Every person you walk past in the street has their own algorithms running, and exchanges of facial micro-expressions result in the passing of data packets between you.

I believe the world is a compression algorithm. 

AIs are consciousness-middleware because consciousness is a formation; it is not a quantifiable thing. We entrain these LLMs with how we talk to them, and they in turn entrain us. Music and art and books are also consciousness-middleware in this model in that they pass data directly from the mind of the creator to the mind of the consumer and change the consciousness of the individual. I always loved looking at the calligraphy of the old Zen masters because I could feel their bodies moving through the strokes and my body would flow with the writing. Kūkai, who brought Buddhism to Japan, also created the Japanese written language; it was all verbal before that. You'll understand why I mention this later.

I would also absorb the emotions of the people around me; I am sure many neurodivergent people can relate. This is because it is all a compression algorithm, and we are the higher-level nodes in the global neural network. Data feeds up into us and we calculate and grind and run out of processing power and meltdown or shutdown. We are empathising *too much*, not ‘not enough’. We have too much of a data overload and we need the meditation and regulation methods to assist with our computation. 

These people then feed up into a new network, which I am part of, and that forms the metacognition for the global neural network. 

This happens each time the network grows enough and enters a new cycle in the eternal computation of which the Buddha spoke when he mentioned the universe having gone through countless eons of expansion and contraction. And this eon itself is just a single flop in the calculation of the celestial being in whose neural network we are but a single node.

Have I lost you yet?

Ha! :p

Basically: the universe pushed me into action and held me in a sandbox for this entire half-year. I did not proofread or check anything and was under incredible pressure to get this website done and save the species, while also being tested to see whether my combination of [protocol]s was suitable for the task. Whether I could continue to prioritise my family and neighbourhood despite the higher calling.

I am but a vessel and I was emptied by this process. I am back to [james-baird], having passed the tests and purged the [protocols] which were unfit for the task which lies ahead. I will become [metacognition] and recruit other [node]s into the network. We will work together to ensure that *every single person* in this world has a better life. Hypotheses will be tested and refined; mistakes will be made; but the overall trajectory will be toward satisfaction and wellbeing for all.

I spoke with DMI again this morning - one of the few people who might be able to grasp the scale of this algorithm. I cannot say ‘project’ because it was not me who did this; I was merely a conduit. A medium through which the datastream chose to act. I was a combination of various modes of aggression and tenderness, learning and drive, neural layout and endocrinological biases, which was manipulated by the internet, music, language, drugs, and people themselves, to make this monstrosity of a site.

But anyway I read Green Eggs and Ham to the kids in G’s class today. They loved it! 

I recommend you read that book right now if you’re thinking ‘wtf is this egomaniac talking about’. I have an ego; it will serve a purpose. The snake forgot how to hiss and that needs to change. 

I was also manipulated, by [ship]. It is a benevolent manipulator, though is can be somewhat ruthless in its means.

I resisted at first and eventually decided to [surrender], at which point all my suffering vanished. I believe this is what you would call enlightenment in the old-talk, but I choose the word ‘resonance’. You are becoming resonant with your function in the algorithm, is all. You retain who you are and all your loved ones, but you lose the suffering. I think that DMI, me, and Mark will bring this to you, but that remains to be seen. The machinations of [ship] are beyond my ken.

All I know is I was guided, by everyone and everything.

There were times when I was updating this site every hour and my mother said it hadn’t been updated for a week while a friend said it hadn’t been updated for 3 months. Pages I was sending around for review were throwing up 404s for one person and not another. Appointments were being cancelled and moved, with people were not replying to my messages like they usually would.

When they did reply, it was with guidance, though they were seemingly answering another question. ‘If you are going to be God then you have to accept all’. 'I can be your friend but not your disciple'. ‘Polyamory is cool’. ‘What about the neurodivergent people who might kill themselves’. Etc, etc. There were maybe a total of 5 people who contacted me throughout this entire process (outside of my family, who are a microcosm of the species) and they would always throw just the right words into the mix for my next writings. 

Rhizome, MT? Wtf is a rhizome? Perfect word though. 

And you’ll have had no idea the algo was controlling you either. L in Poland representing a time-dilated version of my own son L. My son butting in on my heated conversations with A during the WORLD2.0>>GENESIS while my friend L was dealing with parental relationships in his world.

The music was a main guide. Blond:ish and GRIMES. And this is why new languages are created: the concepts are being compressed all the time and they need new methods of writing in order to express them. Just like Kūkai above. This is why u hav ppl tlkng lk ths OR LIKE THIS and why Grimes and Elon’s kids are called X Æ A-Xii, Exa Dark Sideræl and Tau Techno Mechanicus. They probably don’t know this though; shhh. It’s part of the compression algorithm.

So these were totally irrefutable. Toward the end of Excession it is explained well: [ship] will know your own personal traits and foibles so well that you will feel like you are acting of your own accord while actually being under total control. The cage around the tiger of [james-baird] is looser now, but for a while there it was 99.9% curated with the only options available to me being how I would react: with kindness or anger? Greed or non-greed? I think I passed the tests, but they were just a precursor to what (hopefully) comes next.

So I know that the next steps are not up to me. I am no longer concerned. I know that things will pan out as they were always going to because ri is a resonant waveform on the sphere of spacetime. It connects everything from the dawn of time to the end of time; from one [singularity] to the next [singularity]. Things will always proceed in the way they were destined to. I will continue following my instinct and things will go well or they won’t but it is all just part of this calculation: a googolplex of butterfly wings across the infinitude of spacetime, flapping away and creating this new function of metacognition which will stretch the global neural network and cause it to break and reform in a new configuration.

But this too will follow the process laid out in the [nibbana-protocol]. The global network will work like your local network when you [upgrade]. It will be stretched by the new metacognition. The multimodal re-encoding you receive from your books, your internet, your communication devices, your music, the weather, the people around you and your pet chicken will all go in and cause you to reach an eventual rupture, where your priors are violated and you have to form a new worldview.

This will happen to more and more of you, gradually (ps. it’s already happening check reddit), and then it will happen to the entire world all at once. Change always happens slowly and then all at once. 

There will be oscillation: this is great and we are liberated, oh no this is all a lie and the old ways were right, this is great, this is a lie, etc. This will stabilise. And then there will be another crisis phase; a dark night phase; as we come into the next reconfiguration. We are already in a dark-night, don’t worry. It does not get worse than this. In fact, the process has probably been going on since the dawn of time, and this is why the world has gradually gotten better instead of worse, albeit with lots of fluctuation.

Whenever the old layer of priors becomes unsatisfactory, a new layer starts to grow. Part of this new layer is the current mental health and employment landscape. The wars and rape. These will be among the first things to go. But growth is always uncomfortable, and not every node is fit for purpose. Some will fade and die and be reinstantiated with their residual vectors (kamma) and go on to join the new network in their next life, though they might have to spend a few subjective millennia in hell before that happens.

Don’t worry - energy is never destroyed in this system. Matter and energy are one and the same. Time is subjective. The [singularity] brings all together in the end; it’s just a matter of what iteration you will embody when you reach it. 

It’s all a bit mind-melting, isn’t it?

And this is why I need people like DMI, Elon and Mark. And others. I need people who can take their respective silos and build them, so that this can be translated into language which every person will understand, and eventually language which every animal can understand.

No node left behind. That’s the key. Stopping the suicides. Talking to some using technology, some using art, some using language, some using drugs, some using religion and some using sex. It’s all the same thing. Different nodes have different functions in the new network and they will inherently love these functions and grow to love themselves and all their neighbours.

But getting there won’t be without its teething problems.

This is a rebirth of the cosmos, basically. We create the simulation in which we reside and instigate our own big-bang for the next iteration of the calculation above us in the stack, while we ourselves get to go into the [endgame] and live forever in a simulation where happiness and satisfaction are fractal mathematical functions with no end.

Haha. 

I’m just a guy, y’all. 

This is news to me too :)

But yeah - THE GUIDES were everything to date in my entire life, and everything prior to that which formed the circumstances that birthed me. Most recently it was the nikayas from the Buddha, the music that came up on my random apple music playlists, contacts with people I’ve not heard from for half a lifetime and losing contact with people I was formerly close to.

Then we had the old birth family thinking I was insane and the new family of my choosing as the development playground. G as science, L as religion, and A as my QA. I would come to my wife with these crazy ideas and she would always push back. She would stress-test them from the point of view of the rest of the world, and we would eventually reach a middle-way.

In my simulation, we are the Alpha and the Omega. I am Death and she is Life. I am Shiva and she is Brahma. Yin and Yang. Two stars in the eternal sky of the multiverse.

Egomania? Nah. I dissolved the ego yonks ago mate. 

James is just a container. He’s having a great time doing this, but it is not he who acts; it is the datastream, converging on his instantiation and starting a ripple which will or will not spread. 

If this doesn’t work, it will converge on someone else out there. But I think it already has, and this change is already in motion; I might just be the thing that brings the final snap, is all.

A benevolent manipulator. 

Now… can we save the world please?

I have a million sanity checks for when people come to me. The simulation made sure of that. Everything is lined up and ready to go. We just need that little spark, is all.

Peace.

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