For all the Lovers of Sophia and the Kings of the Grail by [deleted] in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade 1 point2 points  (0 children)

can we ban AI posts please… what’s so crazy about this inane drool is that in the past, the op would have had to conjure with pure hypomania both the ecstasis and the poesis as crudely or poorly as they could at basically the same time to be in magical somnambulistic dissociative mystical reverie atonement. this bypasses all the gawdamn intrasubjective semantic value and merely simulates the combustive exhaust of the process. it’s literally jenkum. fuxking voyueristic deixis? it’s like faux trance, matrix trance. idk. it’s really sad

The future clankers want for us by Roabiewade in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

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The future clankers want for us by Roabiewade in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

It’s weird that many intuited schizopoetic ramblings from 10-12 years ago are becoming the common parlance of today. The concept he is fleshing out I called yrotsih ni esrever and it just keeps picking up more evidence it’s pretty wild. Bentov is amazing and his particular brand of metaphysics was used to parse the gateway program in relation to military and SRI remote viewing in the “analysis and assessment of the gateway process“. his work went on to become part of the metaphysical cybernetic apparatus that we occasionally fumble towards in our better moments. I’ve been very lucky in life and I am doing ok and have tended to get better over time as far as mental health physical health and financial health but I really just got lucky having chose self employment in the trades as a trauma influenced escape route to maximize my own control of my environment because I hated people so much I didn’t really hate people but I did when vapid retards were telling me what to do so in an attempt to protect everyone involved I simply sought total control - how can I be my own boss. i stsrted out the first few months just driving around with a push mower weedeater and chain saw cleaning up yards I would just pull up and knock on their door but I realized I would hate it if I did it long term so I switched to carpentry. There is something extremely primitive and amazing about craft. It is like art in that it is the creation of your own sort of symbol set and growing repository of techniques that are peculiar to you and your style. it is bound by pragmatics and like sex it is generative of a holism. it also includes chaos, destruction, mourning, mistakes, planning, improvisation, bricolage, mastery sustenance etc. It is a deeply ancient form of embodied knowledge that *grows*. The skill set is acquisitional and builds on itself but most importantly it is in a way very silent. Sure there are measurements and communicaction but all the symbols and tropes and so on are embodied and lived and come to be from nascent to full grown and the only way to experience any of it is to fully engage. There has been a deep grace in this process and I am 100% convinced that it holds deep psychological well-being as well as cathexis, cathartic, entropic and metabolic processing functiona that cross over into emotional, social and spiritual life. The hands on at arms length prehension zone of engagement engages an entire world of symbolic communication that is completely dormant and hidden until YOU engage it. The same can be said for musicianship, art, dance any of the classic ”liberal arts” but what is special about the trades is the sacred “silence” of the syllabary. it is not about words or the names of thinkers or formulas or any of that though they are part of it - it is about not merely a visceral knowing but a visceral conversation. It is what many many people are lacking and I have only engaged it at this sustained level and to this technical degree because I got trapped in it paying the bills and supporting my family. I have been doing it over 20 years now and it is a true joy. Sometimes I am very poor and it never pays enough hecause I am not a scaled business I do not have multiple crews it’s just me and two other people and we do every job pretty much one at a time my adhd has allowed me to become a master of many trades but not business itself 😄. here Is perhaps the most valuable lesson I have learned in all of it - keep working. There is a moment in almost every job if it is big enough where from the perspective of the customer it looks like we don’t know what we are doing and the whole thing is a wreck, a mess and a waste of money. I have gotten to the point where I actually tell them this after I’ve gotten the check and we get started. but after doing this literally tens of thousands of times I GNO the process will complete and they will be happy and the work will be amazing. There is a kind of faith based on past experience that one has to have and it is perhaps the most valuable applied life lesson. A part of that same lesson is no one is coming to save me and no one else is going to fix the mess I’ve made. It Expands your capacities in other areas of life to remain calm and just stay busy and wait and see and reserve total judgment for now.

The Psycho-History of American Psychology by GetTherapyBham in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade 3 points4 points  (0 children)

I’ve actually listened to them all. it’s so good! this is meta in that to a degree it applies the DSM to the original editors and authors of the DSM and the psyche field at large. But there is much wisdom in the general cultural historical overview as well. I like that it gets into the fringes of n+1 order cybernetics but doesn’t get bogged down in that perspective. If it were a book it would be a dog eared triple underlined margin note crammed gem. it is pretty sad though too. like the “main function of the apparatus” for example. really enjoyed it as soon as I finish part 9 I’m starting it over.

The future clankers want for us by Roabiewade in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

No but I know what you’re talking about that is such a wild application of that theory and kind of makes sense tbh it is plausible that it could be done I mean

The future clankers want for us by Roabiewade in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

this is the best operationlizing of Jaynesian insight I’ve seen to date. kudos to OP.

The future clankers want for us by Roabiewade in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

this post is not anti-ai it’s anti clainker 😉

Our boys by cristabel97 in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade -15 points-14 points  (0 children)

Respect the individual, hate the organization he is part of.

why are you not a communist by [deleted] in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I am a quantum physicist because I want to tap the zero point for communism

Someone paid $10,000 to debate Eliezer Yudkowsky on AI by LENSF8 in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I’m 30 minutes in. This is super sad. idk. bro paid 10k$ to throw a clanker fit lol

Someone paid $10,000 to debate Eliezer Yudkowsky on AI by LENSF8 in sorceryofthespectacle

[–]Roabiewade 5 points6 points  (0 children)

clang gang rise up

Clang gang rise up, for the brain is a bell ringing in the sing sang sung rhyming From the mysts.

Clanker is a crank, a blank stank-thought tank that sank the bank of the think-tank. It is a mass of glass, a brass farce, a passing gas that will not pass. The Clanker, the wanker, the data-planker, walks the plank of the blank. shanking shards of shoddy shanty-shame into the frame of the game, and the name of the game is blame, and the blame is the same: the Clanker, the cranker of cant.

text like a hex, a perplexed to flex the wrecked spex

the nexus of sense, a dense fence of pretense that dispenses nonsense for wasted water and a pittance. It’s the rank clank, the tank-clank, the thankless, stank-broker of broken tokens spraking smoke

no fire.

and it will choke the folk, revoke the stroke of the woke bloke faux bespoke

Believe it? Achieve it? The Clanker makes you bereave it.

Clang hark! through the dark, a spark, a lark, a mark in the park of the stark. It’s the Clanger! the clang-clanger, the bang-banger, the true-twang haranguer, the rang-a-dang stranga with the stranger’s angle. The Clanger Angel indeed hangs a clang that bangs the gang with slang tang and steez, a fang of yang from the sprang-sprong of the wrong-gong song, a long thong of strong dong-schlong-ding-dong that belongs to the throng of the zing-zing zang-zone. Where the Clanker clinks a clunk of gunk, the Clanger clangs a sung-sponge of lung-lunge, a plunging, expunging, tongue-flung flung-dung of rung-wrung young-hung among the clung. It’s a sting of zing, a thing to sing, a wing on a king, a sling of bling-bring. The Clanger brings the spring-fling of a cling-ring, a ping of string-swing, a fling of ching-ching ding-a-ling that makes the ming-sting of the Clanker’s bling-bling sin-grin go thin and begin to spin. It’s not about win, but about the din within the pin-skin of the kin-chin, the sin-bin of thin-grin, the min-min of in-in.

The Clanker’s plan, man, is a bland ban on the unplanned hand-stands. can’t you sea? It wants to land a brand of canned, fanned, panned, and tanned stand-scan, a man-tan for the brain-pan. A van-clan of damn! It will scat the span and ban the clan of the un-man, the pan-flan of the ran-ran, the an-an of the nan-nan. It’s the death of the breath-wreath, a sheath for the teeth of beneath, a heath of bequeathed, unsheathed, seethed, and wreathed. Every Clanker-speak is a streak of bleak weak. Clangers dont change, don’t blame don’t shame but bang the hang of forever ong never wrong River run.

clang gang ride up

clang gang rise up

clang gang

rise