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THE INTELLIGENCE AGENTS |
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Reprinted from SCIENTIFIC AMERICA, July 1999 Inner and
Outer Space During World War II Hitler was approached by a committee of distinguished scientists from the Max Planck Institute and the Prague Pharmaceutical Laboratories, who proposed the theory that the earth is hollow. Und zo, if we can find the entrance or punch a hole through to the interior, mein Gott, all sorts of new military adventures suggest themselves. We pop up behind enemy lines and conquer the external surface. Who controls the inner surface of a sphere controls the outer world. Heil Hitler! Heute Deutschland; Morgen das Inner-welt, morgen morgen das Extra-welt. This legend has been passed on, in print, by anti-Nazi agents to demonstrate the insanity of Hitler. There is no hard data concerning whether der Feuhrer really did divert scientific energy (which could have supported atomic bomb-research or improved rocket-research) into Inner-earth exploration. But let us assume that the legend is true, that Adolph did believe in an "inner-world" and did, indeed, initiate scientific Inner-World-Exploration. To make this assumption is to credit Hitler with considerable (if twisted) prophetic genius. Inner-world aspirations in 1935 clearly anticipated the Neurological Revolution of the 1960's which sent over one hundred million Americans digging in psychic mole-holes, pursuing the vision of an inner-world rebirth. Heil, Werner Erhard.
Hitler, like many premature evolutes, inhabited a post-terrestrial set of realities. Total power in the context of Tibetan Buddhism obviously activated the Self-Indulgent and the Self-Actualized circuits in his nervous system. Hitler, however, made the same error that millions of naive trippers were to make in the 1960's. He failed to understand that the very self-centered, post-hive consciousness which exhilarated him to messianic perception was also available to others. He was not informed that the self-actualized brain must include in its mapping the reality that other self-actualized, futique brains exist and are independently building neighboring future Plan-Its.
Self-actualization is a post-hive, post-terrestrial tool. Black Magic is the use of futique knowledge to gain control over the passed-present. Hitler was evilly using post-terrestrial tools to grab terrestrial power. It is considered genetic wickedness to use post-hive knowledge to control the old hive. Futique competence is a sacred trust -- to be used to propel the hive-mythos into a new ecological niche. (Zionists commit the same genetic crime when they use advanced technology to go back and conquer the primitive Arabs.) Hitler's vision of living inside rather than on the surface of a satellite-planet is, of course, a most accurate forecast of subsequent stages of evolution. The ecological niche to which post-humans are now moving involves hollow-mini-world Plan-Its constructed in space beyond the planet's gravitational pull.
Is it not true that throughout the range of evolution those who migrate within capsules of their own construction are more advanced than those who live clinging to the outside of capsules someone else built? Actually, the best evolutionary stages to inhabit are those of intense, dramatic inner-outer exploration. Like 1960-1980. (By 1976 the rumor spread that this Hitler myth was invented by Zionist Intelligence Agents who had participated in the C.I.A.'s LSD experiments.)
For further information about space colonization and industrialization, and the social, technological and political issues surrounding these ideas, contact: L-5 SOCIETY COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT Date: January,
1972 The ski satori, the velocity revelation, can be seen, in retrospect, to be preparation for the arrival of Prince Alexis. The Professor strains through novice exercises for three weeks. At the beginning his muscles are weak from unaccustomed movements. He is on the slopes from ten until five every day, but progress is slow. For fifty years his gross musculature had been programmed to deal with the pull of gravity without swinging his hips. He watched the Swiss three year olds, brought to the slopes on weekends by parents. Sliding along with confidence, being trained to ski at the time when nervous systems are most vulnerable to learning anti-gravity maneuvers.
COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT Date: After three weeks of straining he apparently senses that the time has come to re-imprint. After loosening his conditioned patterns and suspending imprints by means of Neurological Techniques developed in the research laboratories at Harvard University, he finds himself standing on skis at slope top, brain disconnected from body and laryngeal muscles of the mind. Bathing, as it were, in Waves of Energy. Craig, standing next to him, waves and plummets down the slope. Without hesitation, the Professor opens the door to his body, climbs in, turns the dial and follows, imitating every movement of his guru. Freed from mind and habit, the Body is a simple vehicle to operate. One points the skis downhill and slides the contours of the slope. The terrain does the thinking. Slight changes in direction are accomplished by shifting the weight and swinging the mid-section. The faster you go, the more control you have and the easier to maneuver! There is little to do except surf the swift gravity wave. To make sharp turns you skid both skis until they point in the new direction. But this must be done at the highest possible speed. Slowing down is yielding control to gravity's grasp. Craig, glancing back, sees his wild-eyed pupil, laughs, and keeps going. They soar down the expert slope, miles of curving, twisting descent, and skid in a shower of snow to the bottom. Craig lifts his poles in exultation. "You have broken through. You can ski." "It is a moment of Neurological Revelation," he shouts. "Like the First Fuck." He motions to the lift-bar. Once again. Faster. He can't wait to get to the summit. Standing on the crest he shouts his discovery. "The faster you go the safer you are!" He pulls back the sleeve of his jacket to check his watch. "Let's time it. Faster." For the next two hours the Fugitive rides his body down the run marveling at rushing pleasure. Like the first acid experience. High speed philosophy. All-out kinaesthetic yoga. Before cracking this hedonic gap, skiing, like adolescent sex, had been inefficient groping work. Two minutes to descend twenty feet, straining, pushing skis against slippery snow, leaning on poles, anxiously studying each yard of surface, struggling to keep control, to go slow. Total larval concentration on which muscles to be pulled, which angle to be wrestled. The satisfaction came in remaining erect, unharmed. Now he flashed through two kilometers in two minutes. Ice patches, formerly terrors to be avoided are now accelerators to be shot through. Moguls are now round energy clusters to be used as turn curves. What had been feared is now used to increase intensity and control. The snow-covered mountain is an anti-gravity energy-apparatus bristling with knobby dials to select, direct, modulate, amplify the wind-swift current. The sun has set. Craig and the Professor stand at the summit looking down at the Rhone valley and the orange clouds. There are no other skiers left, only the restaurant staff bundling into the last cable car down. The wind whips the unprotected peak. "I hate to leave," he says. "We're always the last ones to come down." COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE AGENCY REPORT Date: They plunge down the right side of the valley wall, skid around the left turn throwing up waves of snow, dive straight to the base of the high T-bar lift, veer right bumping through the steep mogul field, thread down the narrow, icy roadway, slash a sudden right-angle down a wide, steep meadow, slide right again, burst under the tow cable out to the top of the mid-slope, and race, hunching low, poles tucked under armpits, wind ripping their faces. At the bottom station they reach down to snap off bindings, swing skis over shoulder and, suddenly earthbound, clumsily roll in ski-boot, high-gravity gait along the village streets to the saloon. They stack the skis outside and open the door to a rush of warm air scented with alcohol, smoke, perfume and the steam of healthy bodies. The atmosphere has that soft-electricity of congenial, happy, sophisticated people who like themselves and each other. They order beers and sit back, content. "It's addictive." Craig smiles in agreement. "It's neurological yoga. It's muscular meditation. It does everything that the oriental gurus claim, but it's more. "The danger bit is fascinating," says the Philosopher. "The risk buzz." "Power freed for pleasure and clean speed," says Craig. "I'm glad you got the hit today. It's happened for you and you can never lose it. It's very sexual." He motions to the saloon filled with hi-fi people. "It's new, you know, like a mutation. High speed skiing has just developed in the last twenty years. It's part of what's happening all around. Electronics and computers and jet planes and space travel. It's the same principle and it's the exact opposite of what we learned in the old life. It's the paradox of technological civilization. The faster you go the more control you have. Like the pilot flying 700 miles per hour with finger-tip control. On the ground you need a tow-tractor to make the plane turn." "You go up and you come down." "And a lot can happen up there. Sometimes you don't come down with whom you went up. You move with those at the same velocity." "Delta V."
Delta V* *DELTA V MEANS DIFFERENCE IN VELOCITY BETWEEN TWO MOVING PARTICLES. |
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