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| Image credit: (c) Erial Ali |
A non-invasive, mindstate-altering interactive tool
Designed for - drug-naïve people as an exhibitory introduction to the world of tripping - permanently or pro tempore interdicted dudes with a severe trip-hunger
A psyentific-realistic approach to introduce the world of Singular Realms. The Subject, who tunes in The Junkie Whore Astral Portal, will take part in a multidimensional, interactive travel, which happens in the virtual space and guided by an alien entity: the Junkie Whore. She has chosen to use this low language as her name, because, her observations suggest that whores and junkies are the most significant to our planet. *This female existential form from a higher dimensional creation is offering free-flow-floating in a conscience-enhancing sensation, multi-folded in extrasensory observations and consorted by non-ordinary linguistic specs, neologisms, mathematical poetry and other thought-twisters. The Junkie Whore communicates in Trippish language.
*“My name is Junkie Whore.
I use this name in Your Dimension, because in Your World
Whores are the most powerful sources of Love,
yet their source is just fading lust.
Fainting beauties, playful creatures,
giving fire, hungry for a tiny, fake power to consume each other…
Them, the Whores, these stray, abandoned cellular organisms,
ruling Your World from behind.
Once You return to Your World,
find a Whore and teach Her all the secret knowledges
about the LightSource.
Let her feel the Light Power,
show Her Infinite Joy.
It is not of necessity to merge with Her in the Sacred Communion.
You will be Empowered when You return.
Our Infinite Light will shine through You.
They, Whom You want to receive,
will share the Knowledge.
They will feel this Joy.
The Light fills their empty Hearts.
Their existence becomes Light.
Lust shifts into Love.
Power faints into Harmony.
Ask Her to forward it.
Towards and onto more and more Creatures.
May They All share the Joy of sharing
Our Infinte Harmony
for the time Being
merged with each other,
may They discover the Love from the Source.
My first name is Junkie,
because Your World is run by Junkies,
enslaved by Junkies,
governed by Junkies and served by Junkies.
There are only a few in Your World,
Who succeed over being a Junkie.
When You return to Your World, find a Junkie.
Show Him Freedom.
Show Him Respect.
Show Him the Light through You from Your Heart.
He will breath in, feel the same, what You have felt, when You have entered Our World.
Ask him to Breath and to Enjoy.
Teach Him to Smile.
It’s a Joy-source.
Ask Him to share this Experience with All He can.”
Diverse multimedia applications and visual realizations of the linguistically described phenomena are supporting and enhancing the visitors in experiencing an extraordinary, guided trip to the world of a multi-faceted, spaced aspect on life in a fractal on a planet in an inner world, contemplated in shared existence from altering alternate altered states.
The multidimensional travel is based on the chapters of a book with the same title. Adjustable multimedia applications - with the option to alter the parametric characteristics of the virtual formations, which are rooted in altering-reality-facets of altered realms and alternative aspects - are offering a personalized, real-time Portal-experience.
The Traveler is free to jump between the adjustable scenes in any order, except for the introductory text and the final scene, which represent two determinative coordinates of a multidimensional spiral shape: the structure of the story-line.
2. The Junkie Whore Astral Portal
Synopsis for the Webpage
The guide at the Astral Portal is an alien creature: a light being from a higher dimension.
This existential form is a female entity, whose appearance is simple, self-transforming geometrical structure, which resembles human features to a human observer.
She introduces herself, as The Junkie Whore because she considers these words being the most descriptive of human behavior on the planet Earth, so she expects the remission of the alien factor by using this common label as a name. Her audible output - which greets the visitor at the Astral Portal’s Tune in Page - is a soft, yet otherwordly female voice.
She offers the visitors a guided trip, to extreme,
multidimensional realms of non-ordinary sensations and observations.
„Our exhibitory floating to Singular Realms will lead through diverse projections,
dimensions and spacetime coordinates
around and inside the Holographic System.
To ease your understanding,
We have chosen only those projections,
which are cognizable for a mind that is
unaccostumed to navigating in other realities than the ordinary,
3 dimensional, consensus reality in Your co-existential experience-structures.
But yet You are here,
with Us,
with Me,
in Our World.
You have a lot to learn, until You will become a Savior.
A Being of Hope, Love, Light and Harmony. “
If the visitor takes the offer by clicking the GuideMe icon, then J.W. will test the visitor’s preparedness with 8 questions, from which, none can be negated, else the visitor will be sent to the webpage of an existing travel agency. If the visitor passes the test, she/he will be directed to the registration page to become a Traveler.
“For safety reasons, please AVOID using Our Enterprises
if Your response is
NO
to more than two of the next questions:
- Have You ever experienced an overwhelming desire to experience the state of ubiquitous harmony?
- Is being loved and is being able to love a basic necessity of your life?
- Would you wander in the jungle on your own, naked, in a world without fear and full of beauty?
- Have you ever changed or considered changing an uncomfortable situation by turning your aspect from selfish sorrow to communal bliss?
- Would you give all your property, success, power for infinite joy in perfection?
- Could you ignore any of your desires if you were content by default?
- Would you be able to enjoy sexual merging with another being if it was about to merge with a Divine Source, loading each other with life instead of enslaving yourselves in a satisfactory need?”
After registering and reading the Guidelines for guided travelers, J.W. will prepare the Traveler for dropping out to a multi-facet realm. She invites the Traveler to her Diamond Spaceship and starts the quantum-engines.
“If You have passed Our test, then may You be Our most loved, respected guest.
Enjoy this new life, take a breath of peaceful Unity.
Breathe slowly, close your eyes, feel Beauty all around.
Beauty that never fades away. It is forming a comfortable, warm, soft, silky, young, joyful, playful cap over Your body.
By breathing You become revitalized by this Infinite Source of Perfection. Let it play inside you. It is light and Goddess of Love,
colorful shapes of energy beams and joy, which
You have never experienced before.
A New Dimension of harmony.
Remain in this receiving for a while and just listen to the music which will sound from around,
no source, no instruments, no musicians.
It’s the music of a new dimension, a higher vibration,
a resonance with all sentient creatures alive.
Let yourself dance as Your body of light resonates.
Open your eyes. I am a mirror.
See Yourself and let it go.
Now You are invited to join us as a Visitor in Our World.
Come, follow me, I take you to our Vehicle.
It is made of diamonds.
Let me show You the entrance.
Follow me to the safest Vehicle, You could ever imagine.
It is fueled by Light.
A lightship made of diamonds: the remains of carbon based life, look around.
It’s all over the Universe.”
(Until this point the visual experience is a “reductionists’ field of joy”: the “self-transforming linear geometrical life form” is communicating with the Traveler in a human voice, subtitles are optional to support the mutual understanding.)
The voyage starts here…
J.W. introduces the Traveler to her existential experience and to the realm of her species and invites the Traveler to meet her family in a ray of light from a semi-distant Star.
(In the multimedia implementation of this scene, the above described “minimalistic, geometrical entity” introduces her “humanoid apparel” – best described by Erial Ali’s artworks. The monochrome background transmutes into a vivid space of playful spectral lightscapes and galactic visions.)
J.W. explains a higher aspect on existence *, which is a paradoxically multi-dimensional level of sensational structures, which is not known to human species’ in the ordinary reality-observations. This explanation is presented in Trippish language: a free-form, yet simplified English language, enhanced by ‘abstractive-cognition-inducing’ neologisms.
On a side menu, Traveler is free to observe some relevant images, which illustrate the explained, multi-faceted realizations.
*But before We enter Their World, let me show You, who We are.
When time is off – following the 180. sec - The DiamondSpaceShip – a stop motion animation - fills the screen. The multidimensional flight is realized by audio-visual tools: a pulsing spectrum of visible light correlating to special audio-effects. (This journey takes 55 seconds and is there to prepare the Traveler’s psyche for a surprising chain of events.)
Flora, fauna, sentient beings do their ordinary tasks on countless planets, spinning around Sun-like stars.
The DiamondSpaceShip lands on an Earth-like planet, which folds out from spectral fluctuations in the middle of the screen.
Celia and Shamu are approaching the Altar – their characters are animated in the above described method. Celia’s warm and silent voice – her thoughts – is perfectly harmonizing in rhythm and tone with the music. She is pondering about the wedding ceremony and her verbal output is getting more and more abstract, while describing to herself that the strangening of her perception is the effect of the
“Go in order, or fold the border?”
This screen appears after every scene from now on: the choice is the Traveler’s to choose the next scene until the last scene, which is hidden,
Scenes in a linear order
1.
“Atlantis, or another prime.
– says J.W.
“Here she be the Highest Priestess:
-pasquinades J.W.
On another layer – indigo, india green and chartreuse contra plum colorsets are emerging, out of nowhere, in the middle of lower picture-part.
“Well, the boy has found
- Tinkles the voice of J.W.
“Gore the Emperor more!
When the Emperor is empowered: a big, silver-to-steel-blue drop shoots out of his figure,
“Priestess needs more mess!
No matter whose hit hits in, the “frame-set” vibrates, as if the whole screen was shaken by an outer force, and a multi-vocal choir – resembling an ancient Greek drama – cries out:
“Love to Death! Death to Love! Death by Love! ”
The whole scenery is surreal in a very disturbing manner: as if a category “Zed”, amateur, animated movie for toddlers turned into the playground of David Lynch on acid, while he’s been listening to a coke-head producer’s idea about re-shooting Chaplin’s Dictator in a Japanese Girl-school’s toilet. The scene finally ends when one of the two fighters is just disappearing, by fading or by shading to black – depends on the Traveler’s mood. When one of them dies, the screen and all of the components on it are twirled. Rapidly everything is disappearing in a sinkhole which forms in the middle. The whole episode is being flushed in a toilet.
2.
Grid in a 3d software. Two light-balls hit in. Swirling shine in messed up mesh.
Painful noises attack the ear: sounds like a chalk stroke on a metallic board, but very, very loud. Harsh, short sounds out of nowhere.
“Welcome to our home!
– sings J.W. in a recitative overtone.
“Urubus or boost the loss!”
– echoing the escalating overtone of J.W. The two newly created body-meshes are lying in a fetal position in the 3d grid and slowly rise and shake. Both are calling the Traveler to move them. One can only be directed to keep on crawling in cycles the other is just to be tearing the grid to get out of it, but the more it destroys the more it reiterates itself. If the Traveler stops interacting for more than 3 seconds, horribly loud, non-articulated shouts break out of the one tearing the net in the middle, quoting diverse and short quotes from the Bardo Thodol:
In the middle of the dancing crowd at an open-air, transformative Goa-trance festival,
the scene is based on a video shoot from last year Ozora Festival:
4.
Celia and Shamu find themselves sharing the same body,
meanwhile stepping towards the Altar to marry themselves.
5.
Floating in the realm of Plasma
is not to be described by any linguistic approaches of any human languages.
“When the rates of the most definitive values
– J.W. sang this song while the rhythmic Cosmic cycles were speeding up to a point, an observatory value which could only been expressed by grey noise.
7.
Respiration spirit-nation!
Celia and Shamu breathe a sigh.
“Diapason, deeper passion.
– suggests J.W. -
“The couple is sojourning in the balanced ambivalence
The ceremonial ornaments, bodypaints on their skins are slowly dancing to the rhythm of sighs.
“Would you like to read their vows, Traveler? All the 8 sentences are painted on them, transcoded to the language of math.”
– J.W. drops in an option to the Traveler.
“Just pan the focus, close up and open the sight to a total.”
Celia and Shamu start the vows:
“I am divine.
"Active trance transactions,
– whispers J.W. to the Traveler.
8.
The couple is standing in front of the Plasma Altar,
waiting for Itt, the Priest to bless their union. Itt, the Priest lifts his lotus mudra, a conjoined hand gesture high to the point where fingers can’t be kept together any longer. Flips out a rainbow belt from the Plasma and bonds the couple.
“The rainbow fastens and surrounds
Sings J.W. the blessing words of the Higher Priest, who is far away already. No wedding, no couple, no people, no planets, no stars, no rainbow. These all fly by and float away in a second, just popping up for a record in the structural gnosis.
“It’s all about a multidimensional merging system.”
Sings J.W. Plasma-sets, Pulse of universal cycles bomb the visual cortex, the consciousness structures by such a vivid, yet transparent and impermanent presence, a phenomenon to be remembered, but not to be observed. The holographic presence folds up in this higher dimensional rushflush of phenomena.
“The rainbow belt melts out of the center,
J.W. and Traveler are watching the clustering reality-sets and the subsets clustering within.
“The system of the structure is
rhyming this, J.W. jumps around in circles, meanwhile examining her Selves in the multidimensional fractal. The neighborhood iterations of the Selves are so much alike with herself that she can’t specify any distinctions. There are niceties only, but those are hidden to the naked eyes. She is following the iteration-Selves with a persistent hope to pick holes in the continuous streams in all directions. To find decided difference, or whale of difference she has to go far from herself so she does, she knows exactly what she’s looking for: that far cry through a pinhole. By probing her eyes to map differences, she hears a male, volatile voice is malevolently saying:
“There are no differences but differences of degree between different degrees of difference and no difference.”
“William James,
Now she opens her eyes. Can’t believe the sight!
“Gosh! What am I? I’m a Junkie Whore in China? What is the time?
She’s alone, smoking Opium. Slowly all the memories are recollected. Now she remembers that she is a junkie whore in China. She is a very lonely junkie whore, no relatives, no love, nobody. All she has are her dreams and the visions, induced by her best and only friend: Mr. Opium. There is no alien female. There is no Astral Portal. There is only Liu, a junkie whore. She has dreamt it all. What can she do now?
“我有只有一种选择。让我们抽烟 ！”
And falls back to be deeply asleep, in the realms of an alien female and her Astral Portal, and her Traveler. … The Junkie Whore named alien female is back to her human apparel-body. She is back to her conscience again. Shouting out to Traveler:
“You don’t exist and neither do I. Traveler? No!
When J.W. stops shouting, she can’t believe her eyes. The Chinese little junkie whore is ascending from a far, far, far dimension. She is approaching. They are getting closer and closer to each other. Junkie Whore and a junkie whore. Meanwhile the Chinese junkie whore approximates the alien Junkie Whore, all other iterations of their Selves cease existing. They talk in canon, words shoot off them, like a cannon:
“Things are drawing to a crisis: is it the end of OurSelves?
They never got close enough for a hug. But they can not be deleted. The System couldn’t detect them as entities. It’s another Divination story of two creatures Not from the same nation, or even species. Both live and back to their places. The Chinese junkie whore is happy and as always: stoned. She has a friend, her own asymptote.
The Junkie Whore is shining on, traveling with Travelers, like You and other races.
© Metta Lázár, 2013.
First I show You who am I.
As You see my body is made of light.
I shine the full spectrum and towards.
Look at my face.
It resembles human beauty.
A perfection of Female features.
I smile.
My smile and youth never fades.
Now look down on my body again.
You will see I have a shape, a humanoid body-structure inside a Light-Mandala.
An ever-morphing, playfulness, vibrating colors,
shades and resonant harmonies of a never seen kind.
Open your heart and see my heart.
There in the middle. It is exactly there where Your heart is. It is my engine.
A tiny Star. This is my beam.
It is my Portal.
A stream of where my being is projected from.
That is my Home.
My Home is Light.
Look inside.
Do You feel this?
Do You feel Us?
Do You feel Our Pure and Absolute Love there Inside?
At Home? Yes, there are many of Us.
It’s a nearly infinite crowd of Beings of Light, Love and Infinite Harmony,
loading You and each other by Shining.
No Power, no vertical respect, just sharing, Enlightening each other in a Natural Harmony.
This is Our Society. Based on Joined Joy.
Coextistent Happiness.
This is my Family behind me.
The closest members in Our huge Family.
I have a Partner. See Him?
The Heart that Sparks Up bright, when I am near Him.
We are One in Creation.
This is how We are entangled.
If I open my HeartSource, his Heartsource is opening, as it rhymes.
But We have Friends to merge with if We All feel like.
See them around Us?
When they come closer, Our light is amplified.
We all are playing a luminescent Tribal Shine.
These are my Kids. See them? I am sending Them Light forward.
They grow with Me, they are fed from Me, We share the Source until They grow up and their Heartsource will be strong enough.
Shining brighter and brighter to be able to find their Entangled,
Other Half, to feed Their Child, to be a Supreme and Sovereign Being of Light,
One Perfect Entity, a beam of Love.
Those are my Ancestors, floating close,
They vibe a spectrum of colors similar to My Heart. See them?
They are greeting You in Love, Our Home...
You feel their pain, but You don’t remember being in pain, before You joined Us for a ride.
You feel the urge to cry, You want to help them, transmute their pain into this Joy and Beauty and they do not listen to You.
Sadness is a joy too for You in this state.
Come to me and let me caress Your new body from inside and all around.
This will make the most sensitive sentient beings feel the Source around.
These beings will start to smile.
With no reason or need, they just fly.
They fly and float with Us.
They are helping Us to shift their planetary life.
Let’s fly closer.
Let’s see what is that they are?
J.W. informs the Traveler that the next observatory experience may harshly differ from the ordinary human concept of perceptions, as of the consequence of the specific aspect J.W. has chosen: a contemplative mindset within the consciousness structures of two humanoid specimens: Shamu and Celia.
The couple is emerging from the static visual element: the Earth-like planet.
Their three dimensional character models - rendered virtual art - appear in ceremonial apparel: they are naked bodies, wearing only a few geometric patterns and symbols painted on their bare skin.
Behind them a crowd is configuring: human shaped shadows composed around a torus-shaped Altar, with vibrant, iridescent Plasma-sets fluctuating in it.
The only real-time animation in the scene, is the chaotic fluctuation of vibrant Plasma-sets.
Characters of Shamu and Celia are very loosely animated, only the most significant key frames are created, which are faded into each other to generate the illusion of very slow motion.
(Timeframe from landing to the appearance of the Altar: max 1 minute)
The Highest Priest of the Post-Quantum-Age Meta-Syncretic Order of the Plasma-set
dissolves from the crowd of man-shaped floating shadows:
Itt is a rather gender-neutral, angelic robopope: a transhuman creature, sitting in a Virasana – the position, which is most specific to flexible little girls sitting on the floor. Itt is opening its arms wide towards Shamu and Celia.
Hands and arms of Itt the Highest Priest, are the only animated elements of the picture:
while arms are opening wide and being raised to level with the head, both hand’s fingers are forming varada mudra.
Itt is remaining static in this position for 2 seconds, before
hands slowly join by forming
matangi mudra overhead for another 3 seconds of resting in this posture,
then lowers hands to genital-level and folds the digital gesture
into a kundalini mudra, before lifting the conjoined hands up to
his heart chakra and
forming the the opened, yet entwined lotus mudra.
In the audio realization: spherical soundscapes in the background are resonating with the ceremonial mood.
(Timeframe of this episode: 55 seconds max.)
Holy Chakra Opening Sacrament,
which everybody who is present at the nuptials have taken.
Celia’s amplified inner monologue, her questions to herself are suddenly being answered by the thoughts of Shamu.
The couple is surprised when they realize their mutual merging in a more and more complex telepathic contact, where nothing can remain private anymore. No thoughts, nor feelings, neither desires, or fears, not even faint memory patterns can be kept for the self anymore.
A co-shared unity-experience, a non-separable, extrasensory, yet sensual sensation is absorbing in-between the two them.
Duplicates of the two characters from within fade in, but remain at a moderate transparency level, before bending into each other: an out-of-body experience of unity.
Shamu folds his arms around Celia and forms a T sign from his hands.
The crowd in the background blurs in and out,
and the same pattern is expressed in a mellow-bellow sounding around.
An asexually childish, but metallic voice comes upon this waving noise:
“The bridegroom is asking for time, the sacred merging is postponed.”
Shamu and Celia wrapped into their own ghostly translucent
doubles, triples and continuously multiplying selves
– they resemble a white dove, as it’s spreading its wings –
hide behind their Selves before they glide over the crowd of shadows,
then leaving behind and under the Priest and the Altar too.
Those, left behind are melting into blurred and scrappy sets of intersects.
(The animation frames are resembling a naïve painting by that MezoAmerican craftsman-archetype selling his goods on the pavement in New Jersey for incredibly ignorant Hungarian immigrants, for more money than I earned last year )
(Timeframe from approaching the Altar to dissolving: 2-3 minutes)
J.W. appears on the screen in her humanoid form.
She has an important question to ask the Traveler:
7 little fragments: mosaic pieces taken from
7 chapters, appear and float around her.
because the number 8 can not be supervised.
When kids and gods sang the same rhyme”
Moreblue-turquoise-shadowsets along with psychic-purple-lightwaves are raypainting the streamrandom, softall waveformating and coalescipating in a visionarish cityscaping emulating a nearlymonocromatico watercolorpainting bya romantico, frenchbutleft europetoafrica
impressionist in the background.
Celia’s face, neck and naked breasts form out from the lose sets of pastel colors
– the emerged figure is an emboss-imitating, very simple, non-realistic, static illusion -
the headdress, the obvious necklace and the most intensive turquoise color in this picture:
a vivid and vibrant retina, which is spinning in the middle of her forehead.
She’s a spiritual leader.
a disciplined green-pink sweet fierce-mess.
The Emperor is this
Hereandnow-specific
Minor defect in the mindset,
Major trouble: he’s a blind bat.”
The silhouette of Shamu - the Emperor in other aspect – is grown from the bottom of the background pastel-world, like a winter tree in a cluttered garden, where granny’s old, antique-white crocheted tablecloth is going yellow, being dropped, left and is eroding next to rolling toilet papers on top of badly untimely pinkish-purple rose buds;
and all of these above are slightly covered with dirty, grey and brown snow. mixed technique: oldschool, analogue object-animation
(Emperor) bended into high end, but very simple CGA (Highest Priestess) here –
These sets move around the whole image just so: sideby.
The impression caused by this strange and bored dance, is invoking the presence of an eminent pupil from around the second decade of the 20th century: a long-grown-dim photo – with bordures - of a cravatted boy.
A piece of paper with an old image on walks its blotch-sets around an exercise-book next to the static tension of the Highest Priestess staring the Emperor with her forehead-eye.
his lost blotch
and left the set
to East-Tibet.
Man of Power and Lady Higher?
They loved so much each other,
couldn’t cross the border.”
The two characters start slightly scintillating: an obvious invitation for the Traveler to animate them. The Traveler can move the mouse over the characters, to enforce one or both of them. When the Priestess is endorsed: sacred and secret messages and magical spells are flopping out of her bright, forehead-retina. These glyphs are darkening to black and stain the figure of the Emperor.
(Glyphs are hand painted, scanned images, animated in a “classical-powerpoint-style”: rotating and diverting their sizes.)
The song of the Priestess is interpreted in a Tuvaian throat singing-style.
It’s a rhyme, which intones, whenever a glyph hits in:
Inferior source sore!
Send terror to his fore!”
more precisely from the top of his head
- resembling the cumshot of a statue, yet it’s a headshot of an Emperor –
it erases a part of the Highest Priestess by dripping down on her image, while a multi-tonal sub-bass vocal is looping the Emperor’s rhyme:
Beast’s breast is holed-chest!
This quest will ooze the rest!”
Sound effect: “Divine” – the popstar – is screaming in a toilet.
(Timeframe: max 3 minutes)
This is where all were born.
Mamma Maya! Spider’s World.
Nestlings in the nets all hers! ”
A spider-human-Hindu-godlike crossover creature is arising from the black and white grid. It’s a minimalistic, but very precisely modeled, un-rendered 3d mesh of the creature, described above. Using all the eight limbs; the creature creates creatures: weaves bodies, human shaped 3d meshes from the grid around the light-balls.
“…not formed into anything as regards characteristics or colour…”,
“The duration of this state is uncertain.”
Etc. The chalk sounds are more frequent, but less loud. The crawling human 3d mesh is taking off its black-and-white-matrix body after the 21st cycle. By flying in and around the spider’s net it paints white wings on the shouting and net-tearing human mesh dude. The spider-crossover Mamma Maya sucks up its own net, including the mesh-body of the winged being with the horror screams, the one without the mesh-body is flying around and the wings it had painted earlier are flapping on an empty screen. Screaming repeats
“Oh, nobly born”,
until the Traveler interacts again by trying to do something. Then the flapping wings and flying faded light are melting in the background. The screen is empty. Void. It remains like that, a static nothing, until the Traveler moves the mouse, or hits a key, then the freaking-screaming voice is transmuted into an operetta duet of a female and a male voice:
“the Radiance of the Clear Light of Pure Reality.”
This scene is to be made in Maya 3d – of course. This episode can be fast forwarded or slowed down on demand to increase the dramatic adventure of the Traveler.
Timeframe is to be designed by the Traveler.
3.
a 250 frames long loop is repeating in an infinite sequence.
The sharpness of the original footage is badly altered:
a 250 frames-long sequence, blur and contrast rates are ranging on a scale, where frame
1> blurry facial features and slightly accented contrast values fade to frame
250> extremely contrasted facial features.
The harsh sharpness values are generating accented edges, so dancing people are not recognizable again. The footage is repeated in several layers, in a randomized order on the screen, intersecting and overlapping each other in transparency. These layers are also interactively replaceable and their behavior is adjustable regarding the speed of the loops, play/pause actions and the transparency value. Celia and Shamu are appearing on the screen, when the Traveler is interacting with the scene for at least 10 seconds. The two characters are fully rendered 3d models, naked, as usual, seen from rear: a pair of backs and a pair of ass. 250 frames of dancing sequence looping.
Audio> zenonesque sequence (reference: Otkun’s Temple Of Music – Cosmic Dissolution around 50:00) T
his scene ends, when Traveler is bringing at least two of all layers to a synchronized order with the dancing 3D images. If at least, 2 of the values reach a critical balance. To make the task clear the Traveler is being asked by J.W. every 5 seconds diverse questions in her Trippish language about
„synchronicles and rhythmicophile arseters in enharmonized fieldorderings”
Traveler finally organizes a status quo on the screen, his state of trance will unquestionably be raised to a higher than ordinary state. Maximized timeframe for this scene is 8 minutes. If the Traveler can not disclose the task to himself in this given period of time, or if the task is executed, the screen freezes except for the two 3d models. The two characters are rapidly auto-multiplying in diverse size- and hue- variations. When a critical quantity is generated, the dancing crowd: the two characters’ numerous copies merge and form a self-transforming face, which is constantly and very rapidly interchanging and replacing its compounds. An articulating goa-trance face is mutating itself: an organized superbeing is trying to communicate with the Traveler. The message is audible too, yet it’s auto-mutating along with the facial expressions and features. The clear words and neologisms to be heard are
“Being” “Binding” “Freeing” “Feeling” “Freeling”.
This sequence is framed in 66 seconds.
The last neologism,
“Freeling”
is repeated in the last 21 seconds towards a clarified, monotone loop, repeated by J.W. at the last 3 times.
(The emerged goacreature’s voice is a compilation of many pre-recorded samples and choir effects.)
This scene is so uncomfortable that the two can not bear the feeling of being separated in a corralled subsistence. The ratio legit does not imply in this situation. The visual synthesis of this is trap is observed from the aspect of the double-soul, looking down on the body while stepping towards the Altar. In audio the situation is represented by screaming voices of both Celia and Shamu calling each other from inside. Digital skin is painted with wedding ornaments, body itself is moving in a wavy motive. Traveler is free to map the body by modifying the focus in the scene. As far as the TwOne reaches the Altar, fear of fear and the inanimate quality of this paradoxical inclusive exclusion from love is crystallizing the 2 souls, which escape to the Plasma, by breaking open the fragile torus of the Altar.
A multimedia can also only roughly draw the experience of fluctuations, the variations of colors in the iridescent vortex. Chaotic orders in solid solution. The Plasma fractal is demanding the Traveler to step into it by interactively adjusting some of the values. Speed, colors, the complexity of iterations of the chaotic behavior: all crying for being adjusted. Plasma sets - the subsets of the Plasma-fractal, which is observed from within – are separately adjustable. There are not many to be played around with, just a significant amount of 5 subsets. All these factors are linked to specific sound effects, which are altered along the visual base.
are parameterized by an equation state,
the Plasma-subset is crystallized and the life
of a Universe is about to close a cycle.
Plasma-subsets are Universes within Plasma-sets,
And those are Multiverses within a Multiverses.
As they melt and fold into each other,
interferences are generating scalar fields and moduli,
the expressions of dark energy.
When one of the Plasma-subsets is crystallized,
dark matter will appear in the other Plasma-subsets
where the sets are intersected.
Crystals are fluctuating just like Plasma-set and subsets,
but in another rhythm.
When a Plasma-set is completing a cycle,
all of its subsets are crystallized and slow down to an absolute minimum state,
where subatomic bonds and quantum behavior are the asymptote of zero.
A new cycle is about to begin.
As subsets are pulsing and like a Plasma-set is fluctuating,
so do cycles of the Universes within
the Plasma-sets pulse and fluctuate too.
At the absolute minimum threshold,
a new Universe is being born by asymptotic, repulsive forces: a
Plasma-subset reawakening from a long, cold dream.
When more subsets in the state of crystallized absolute minimum
reach the threshold
they will be curvilinear asymptotes of each other,
new Plasma-sets will set up.
Let’s go inside a Universe and see the stars, let’s feel our beating heart along with this
Cosmic life.”
They are at the Altar again.
The tantric fusion, in which the two are united, is sealing their oath.
Let’s listen to their vows.
A telepathic duet of consorted spirits and conjoined chakras, channel the same 8 sentences from being to being to their oneness 8 times repeated.”
of a most desirable existential experience
of imperfect perfection;
the unconditional conditioning of supreme sublimating of the selves on a path towards the climax, which is not to be reached, nor is the path to be left.
It’s a Möbius Strip merging with an Umbilic Torus in Euler Space,
to be consumed by your eyes, Traveler... “
You are divine.
We are divine
. We are divining by creation.
Find me in yourself.
I am you in myself.
Unified co-creation.
Delighted enlightenment: fusion in the light”
merging a marriage,
sublimating supreme states:
the last sigh of the 8th cycle
was the first shine of a spaced couple.
They left in ubiquitous coitus
through the exit to
non-existence
in exquisite,
whole existence.
Harmony
of Whole-holy.”
overall and far around,
it folds the planet and the Stars,
all particles are a parts.
Rainbowndage never falls”
Shamu and Celia loom
from the rainbow bloom.
Come Traveler, it’s time to disclose:
the secret source is to be disposed.”
An incredibly complex, Yet far from difficult Structure is unfolding its secrets to them.
finding perfect functions in it.
It means IT in iterations
Nearing an infinite session
Asymptotes are in all versions.”
The Junkie Whore giggles:
Brilliant, ace! ”
Which century is this? Why am I holding an Opium pipe?”
There is only a Junkie Whore,
observes in a pinhole,
which is an Opium pipe in real.
I saw her. She has been dreaming us all.
At a space-time coordinate she flies,
far away in the past or maybe not even in course.
All the Selves here in nearly endless rows
in all directions of the clock.
It’s her Selves not mine at all!”
If the System finds a perfect function, is it deleting itself?
… I am divine. You are divine.
We are divine.
We are divining by creation.
Find me in yourself.
I am you in myself.
Unified co-creation.
Delighted enlightenment: fusion in the light”
All rights reserved
(In the multimedia implementation of this scene, the above described “minimalistic, geometrical entity” introduces her “humanoid apparel” – best described by Erial Ali’s artworks. The monochrome background transmutes into a vivid space of playful spectral lightscapes and galactic visions.)
J.W. explains a higher aspect on existence *, which is a paradoxically multi-dimensional level of sensational structures, which is not known to human species’ in the ordinary reality-observations. This explanation is presented in Trippish language: a free-form, yet simplified English language, enhanced by ‘abstractive-cognition-inducing’ neologisms.
On a side menu, Traveler is free to observe some relevant images, which illustrate the explained, multi-faceted realizations.
*But before We enter Their World, let me show You, who We are.
When time is off – following the 180. sec - The DiamondSpaceShip – a stop motion animation - fills the screen. The multidimensional flight is realized by audio-visual tools: a pulsing spectrum of visible light correlating to special audio-effects. (This journey takes 55 seconds and is there to prepare the Traveler’s psyche for a surprising chain of events.)
Flora, fauna, sentient beings do their ordinary tasks on countless planets, spinning around Sun-like stars.
The DiamondSpaceShip lands on an Earth-like planet, which folds out from spectral fluctuations in the middle of the screen.
Celia and Shamu are approaching the Altar – their characters are animated in the above described method. Celia’s warm and silent voice – her thoughts – is perfectly harmonizing in rhythm and tone with the music. She is pondering about the wedding ceremony and her verbal output is getting more and more abstract, while describing to herself that the strangening of her perception is the effect of the
“Go in order, or fold the border?”
This screen appears after every scene from now on: the choice is the Traveler’s to choose the next scene until the last scene, which is hidden,
Scenes in a linear order
1.
“Atlantis, or another prime.
– says J.W.
“Here she be the Highest Priestess:
-pasquinades J.W.
On another layer – indigo, india green and chartreuse contra plum colorsets are emerging, out of nowhere, in the middle of lower picture-part.
“Well, the boy has found
- Tinkles the voice of J.W.
“Gore the Emperor more!
When the Emperor is empowered: a big, silver-to-steel-blue drop shoots out of his figure,
“Priestess needs more mess!
No matter whose hit hits in, the “frame-set” vibrates, as if the whole screen was shaken by an outer force, and a multi-vocal choir – resembling an ancient Greek drama – cries out:
“Love to Death! Death to Love! Death by Love! ”
The whole scenery is surreal in a very disturbing manner: as if a category “Zed”, amateur, animated movie for toddlers turned into the playground of David Lynch on acid, while he’s been listening to a coke-head producer’s idea about re-shooting Chaplin’s Dictator in a Japanese Girl-school’s toilet. The scene finally ends when one of the two fighters is just disappearing, by fading or by shading to black – depends on the Traveler’s mood. When one of them dies, the screen and all of the components on it are twirled. Rapidly everything is disappearing in a sinkhole which forms in the middle. The whole episode is being flushed in a toilet.
2.
Grid in a 3d software. Two light-balls hit in. Swirling shine in messed up mesh.
Painful noises attack the ear: sounds like a chalk stroke on a metallic board, but very, very loud. Harsh, short sounds out of nowhere.
“Welcome to our home!
– sings J.W. in a recitative overtone.
“Urubus or boost the loss!”
– echoing the escalating overtone of J.W. The two newly created body-meshes are lying in a fetal position in the 3d grid and slowly rise and shake. Both are calling the Traveler to move them. One can only be directed to keep on crawling in cycles the other is just to be tearing the grid to get out of it, but the more it destroys the more it reiterates itself. If the Traveler stops interacting for more than 3 seconds, horribly loud, non-articulated shouts break out of the one tearing the net in the middle, quoting diverse and short quotes from the Bardo Thodol:
In the middle of the dancing crowd at an open-air, transformative Goa-trance festival,
the scene is based on a video shoot from last year Ozora Festival:
4.
Celia and Shamu find themselves sharing the same body,
meanwhile stepping towards the Altar to marry themselves.
5.
Floating in the realm of Plasma
is not to be described by any linguistic approaches of any human languages.
“When the rates of the most definitive values
– J.W. sang this song while the rhythmic Cosmic cycles were speeding up to a point, an observatory value which could only been expressed by grey noise.
7.
Respiration spirit-nation!
Celia and Shamu breathe a sigh.
“Diapason, deeper passion.
– suggests J.W. -
“The couple is sojourning in the balanced ambivalence
The ceremonial ornaments, bodypaints on their skins are slowly dancing to the rhythm of sighs.
“Would you like to read their vows, Traveler? All the 8 sentences are painted on them, transcoded to the language of math.”
– J.W. drops in an option to the Traveler.
“Just pan the focus, close up and open the sight to a total.”
Celia and Shamu start the vows:
“I am divine.
"Active trance transactions,
– whispers J.W. to the Traveler.
8.
The couple is standing in front of the Plasma Altar,
waiting for Itt, the Priest to bless their union. Itt, the Priest lifts his lotus mudra, a conjoined hand gesture high to the point where fingers can’t be kept together any longer. Flips out a rainbow belt from the Plasma and bonds the couple.
“The rainbow fastens and surrounds
Sings J.W. the blessing words of the Higher Priest, who is far away already. No wedding, no couple, no people, no planets, no stars, no rainbow. These all fly by and float away in a second, just popping up for a record in the structural gnosis.
“It’s all about a multidimensional merging system.”
Sings J.W. Plasma-sets, Pulse of universal cycles bomb the visual cortex, the consciousness structures by such a vivid, yet transparent and impermanent presence, a phenomenon to be remembered, but not to be observed. The holographic presence folds up in this higher dimensional rushflush of phenomena.
“The rainbow belt melts out of the center,
J.W. and Traveler are watching the clustering reality-sets and the subsets clustering within.
“The system of the structure is
rhyming this, J.W. jumps around in circles, meanwhile examining her Selves in the multidimensional fractal. The neighborhood iterations of the Selves are so much alike with herself that she can’t specify any distinctions. There are niceties only, but those are hidden to the naked eyes. She is following the iteration-Selves with a persistent hope to pick holes in the continuous streams in all directions. To find decided difference, or whale of difference she has to go far from herself so she does, she knows exactly what she’s looking for: that far cry through a pinhole. By probing her eyes to map differences, she hears a male, volatile voice is malevolently saying:
“There are no differences but differences of degree between different degrees of difference and no difference.”
“William James,
Now she opens her eyes. Can’t believe the sight!
“Gosh! What am I? I’m a Junkie Whore in China? What is the time?
She’s alone, smoking Opium. Slowly all the memories are recollected. Now she remembers that she is a junkie whore in China. She is a very lonely junkie whore, no relatives, no love, nobody. All she has are her dreams and the visions, induced by her best and only friend: Mr. Opium. There is no alien female. There is no Astral Portal. There is only Liu, a junkie whore. She has dreamt it all. What can she do now?
“我有只有一种选择。让我们抽烟 ！”
And falls back to be deeply asleep, in the realms of an alien female and her Astral Portal, and her Traveler. … The Junkie Whore named alien female is back to her human apparel-body. She is back to her conscience again. Shouting out to Traveler:
“You don’t exist and neither do I. Traveler? No!
When J.W. stops shouting, she can’t believe her eyes. The Chinese little junkie whore is ascending from a far, far, far dimension. She is approaching. They are getting closer and closer to each other. Junkie Whore and a junkie whore. Meanwhile the Chinese junkie whore approximates the alien Junkie Whore, all other iterations of their Selves cease existing. They talk in canon, words shoot off them, like a cannon:
“Things are drawing to a crisis: is it the end of OurSelves?
They never got close enough for a hug. But they can not be deleted. The System couldn’t detect them as entities. It’s another Divination story of two creatures Not from the same nation, or even species. Both live and back to their places. The Chinese junkie whore is happy and as always: stoned. She has a friend, her own asymptote.
The Junkie Whore is shining on, traveling with Travelers, like You and other races.
© Metta Lázár, 2013.
First I show You who am I.
As You see my body is made of light.
I shine the full spectrum and towards.
Look at my face.
It resembles human beauty.
A perfection of Female features.
I smile.
My smile and youth never fades.
Now look down on my body again.
You will see I have a shape, a humanoid body-structure inside a Light-Mandala.
An ever-morphing, playfulness, vibrating colors,
shades and resonant harmonies of a never seen kind.
Open your heart and see my heart.
There in the middle. It is exactly there where Your heart is. It is my engine.
A tiny Star. This is my beam.
It is my Portal.
A stream of where my being is projected from.
That is my Home.
My Home is Light.
Look inside.
Do You feel this?
Do You feel Us?
Do You feel Our Pure and Absolute Love there Inside?
At Home? Yes, there are many of Us.
It’s a nearly infinite crowd of Beings of Light, Love and Infinite Harmony,
loading You and each other by Shining.
No Power, no vertical respect, just sharing, Enlightening each other in a Natural Harmony.
This is Our Society. Based on Joined Joy.
Coextistent Happiness.
This is my Family behind me.
The closest members in Our huge Family.
I have a Partner. See Him?
The Heart that Sparks Up bright, when I am near Him.
We are One in Creation.
This is how We are entangled.
If I open my HeartSource, his Heartsource is opening, as it rhymes.
But We have Friends to merge with if We All feel like.
See them around Us?
When they come closer, Our light is amplified.
We all are playing a luminescent Tribal Shine.
These are my Kids. See them? I am sending Them Light forward.
They grow with Me, they are fed from Me, We share the Source until They grow up and their Heartsource will be strong enough.
Shining brighter and brighter to be able to find their Entangled,
Other Half, to feed Their Child, to be a Supreme and Sovereign Being of Light,
One Perfect Entity, a beam of Love.
Those are my Ancestors, floating close,
They vibe a spectrum of colors similar to My Heart. See them?
They are greeting You in Love, Our Home...
You feel their pain, but You don’t remember being in pain, before You joined Us for a ride.
You feel the urge to cry, You want to help them, transmute their pain into this Joy and Beauty and they do not listen to You.
Sadness is a joy too for You in this state.
Come to me and let me caress Your new body from inside and all around.
This will make the most sensitive sentient beings feel the Source around.
These beings will start to smile.
With no reason or need, they just fly.
They fly and float with Us.
They are helping Us to shift their planetary life.
Let’s fly closer.
Let’s see what is that they are?
J.W. informs the Traveler that the next observatory experience may harshly differ from the ordinary human concept of perceptions, as of the consequence of the specific aspect J.W. has chosen: a contemplative mindset within the consciousness structures of two humanoid specimens: Shamu and Celia.
The couple is emerging from the static visual element: the Earth-like planet.
Their three dimensional character models - rendered virtual art - appear in ceremonial apparel: they are naked bodies, wearing only a few geometric patterns and symbols painted on their bare skin.
Behind them a crowd is configuring: human shaped shadows composed around a torus-shaped Altar, with vibrant, iridescent Plasma-sets fluctuating in it.
The only real-time animation in the scene, is the chaotic fluctuation of vibrant Plasma-sets.
Characters of Shamu and Celia are very loosely animated, only the most significant key frames are created, which are faded into each other to generate the illusion of very slow motion.
(Timeframe from landing to the appearance of the Altar: max 1 minute)
The Highest Priest of the Post-Quantum-Age Meta-Syncretic Order of the Plasma-set
dissolves from the crowd of man-shaped floating shadows:
Itt is a rather gender-neutral, angelic robopope: a transhuman creature, sitting in a Virasana – the position, which is most specific to flexible little girls sitting on the floor. Itt is opening its arms wide towards Shamu and Celia.
Hands and arms of Itt the Highest Priest, are the only animated elements of the picture:
while arms are opening wide and being raised to level with the head, both hand’s fingers are forming varada mudra.
Itt is remaining static in this position for 2 seconds, before
hands slowly join by forming
matangi mudra overhead for another 3 seconds of resting in this posture,
then lowers hands to genital-level and folds the digital gesture
into a kundalini mudra, before lifting the conjoined hands up to
his heart chakra and
forming the the opened, yet entwined lotus mudra.
In the audio realization: spherical soundscapes in the background are resonating with the ceremonial mood.
(Timeframe of this episode: 55 seconds max.)
Holy Chakra Opening Sacrament,
which everybody who is present at the nuptials have taken.
Celia’s amplified inner monologue, her questions to herself are suddenly being answered by the thoughts of Shamu.
The couple is surprised when they realize their mutual merging in a more and more complex telepathic contact, where nothing can remain private anymore. No thoughts, nor feelings, neither desires, or fears, not even faint memory patterns can be kept for the self anymore.
A co-shared unity-experience, a non-separable, extrasensory, yet sensual sensation is absorbing in-between the two them.
Duplicates of the two characters from within fade in, but remain at a moderate transparency level, before bending into each other: an out-of-body experience of unity.
Shamu folds his arms around Celia and forms a T sign from his hands.
The crowd in the background blurs in and out,
and the same pattern is expressed in a mellow-bellow sounding around.
An asexually childish, but metallic voice comes upon this waving noise:
“The bridegroom is asking for time, the sacred merging is postponed.”
Shamu and Celia wrapped into their own ghostly translucent
doubles, triples and continuously multiplying selves
– they resemble a white dove, as it’s spreading its wings –
hide behind their Selves before they glide over the crowd of shadows,
then leaving behind and under the Priest and the Altar too.
Those, left behind are melting into blurred and scrappy sets of intersects.
(The animation frames are resembling a naïve painting by that MezoAmerican craftsman-archetype selling his goods on the pavement in New Jersey for incredibly ignorant Hungarian immigrants, for more money than I earned last year )
(Timeframe from approaching the Altar to dissolving: 2-3 minutes)
J.W. appears on the screen in her humanoid form.
She has an important question to ask the Traveler:
7 little fragments: mosaic pieces taken from
7 chapters, appear and float around her.
because the number 8 can not be supervised.
When kids and gods sang the same rhyme”
Moreblue-turquoise-shadowsets along with psychic-purple-lightwaves are raypainting the streamrandom, softall waveformating and coalescipating in a visionarish cityscaping emulating a nearlymonocromatico watercolorpainting bya romantico, frenchbutleft europetoafrica
impressionist in the background.
Celia’s face, neck and naked breasts form out from the lose sets of pastel colors
– the emerged figure is an emboss-imitating, very simple, non-realistic, static illusion -
the headdress, the obvious necklace and the most intensive turquoise color in this picture:
a vivid and vibrant retina, which is spinning in the middle of her forehead.
She’s a spiritual leader.
a disciplined green-pink sweet fierce-mess.
The Emperor is this
Hereandnow-specific
Minor defect in the mindset,
Major trouble: he’s a blind bat.”
The silhouette of Shamu - the Emperor in other aspect – is grown from the bottom of the background pastel-world, like a winter tree in a cluttered garden, where granny’s old, antique-white crocheted tablecloth is going yellow, being dropped, left and is eroding next to rolling toilet papers on top of badly untimely pinkish-purple rose buds;
and all of these above are slightly covered with dirty, grey and brown snow. mixed technique: oldschool, analogue object-animation
(Emperor) bended into high end, but very simple CGA (Highest Priestess) here –
These sets move around the whole image just so: sideby.
The impression caused by this strange and bored dance, is invoking the presence of an eminent pupil from around the second decade of the 20th century: a long-grown-dim photo – with bordures - of a cravatted boy.
A piece of paper with an old image on walks its blotch-sets around an exercise-book next to the static tension of the Highest Priestess staring the Emperor with her forehead-eye.
his lost blotch
and left the set
to East-Tibet.
Man of Power and Lady Higher?
They loved so much each other,
couldn’t cross the border.”
The two characters start slightly scintillating: an obvious invitation for the Traveler to animate them. The Traveler can move the mouse over the characters, to enforce one or both of them. When the Priestess is endorsed: sacred and secret messages and magical spells are flopping out of her bright, forehead-retina. These glyphs are darkening to black and stain the figure of the Emperor.
(Glyphs are hand painted, scanned images, animated in a “classical-powerpoint-style”: rotating and diverting their sizes.)
The song of the Priestess is interpreted in a Tuvaian throat singing-style.
It’s a rhyme, which intones, whenever a glyph hits in:
Inferior source sore!
Send terror to his fore!”
more precisely from the top of his head
- resembling the cumshot of a statue, yet it’s a headshot of an Emperor –
it erases a part of the Highest Priestess by dripping down on her image, while a multi-tonal sub-bass vocal is looping the Emperor’s rhyme:
Beast’s breast is holed-chest!
This quest will ooze the rest!”
Sound effect: “Divine” – the popstar – is screaming in a toilet.
(Timeframe: max 3 minutes)
This is where all were born.
Mamma Maya! Spider’s World.
Nestlings in the nets all hers! ”
A spider-human-Hindu-godlike crossover creature is arising from the black and white grid. It’s a minimalistic, but very precisely modeled, un-rendered 3d mesh of the creature, described above. Using all the eight limbs; the creature creates creatures: weaves bodies, human shaped 3d meshes from the grid around the light-balls.
“…not formed into anything as regards characteristics or colour…”,
“The duration of this state is uncertain.”
Etc. The chalk sounds are more frequent, but less loud. The crawling human 3d mesh is taking off its black-and-white-matrix body after the 21st cycle. By flying in and around the spider’s net it paints white wings on the shouting and net-tearing human mesh dude. The spider-crossover Mamma Maya sucks up its own net, including the mesh-body of the winged being with the horror screams, the one without the mesh-body is flying around and the wings it had painted earlier are flapping on an empty screen. Screaming repeats
“Oh, nobly born”,
until the Traveler interacts again by trying to do something. Then the flapping wings and flying faded light are melting in the background. The screen is empty. Void. It remains like that, a static nothing, until the Traveler moves the mouse, or hits a key, then the freaking-screaming voice is transmuted into an operetta duet of a female and a male voice:
“the Radiance of the Clear Light of Pure Reality.”
This scene is to be made in Maya 3d – of course. This episode can be fast forwarded or slowed down on demand to increase the dramatic adventure of the Traveler.
Timeframe is to be designed by the Traveler.
3.
a 250 frames long loop is repeating in an infinite sequence.
The sharpness of the original footage is badly altered:
a 250 frames-long sequence, blur and contrast rates are ranging on a scale, where frame
1> blurry facial features and slightly accented contrast values fade to frame
250> extremely contrasted facial features.
The harsh sharpness values are generating accented edges, so dancing people are not recognizable again. The footage is repeated in several layers, in a randomized order on the screen, intersecting and overlapping each other in transparency. These layers are also interactively replaceable and their behavior is adjustable regarding the speed of the loops, play/pause actions and the transparency value. Celia and Shamu are appearing on the screen, when the Traveler is interacting with the scene for at least 10 seconds. The two characters are fully rendered 3d models, naked, as usual, seen from rear: a pair of backs and a pair of ass. 250 frames of dancing sequence looping.
Audio> zenonesque sequence (reference: Otkun’s Temple Of Music – Cosmic Dissolution around 50:00) T
his scene ends, when Traveler is bringing at least two of all layers to a synchronized order with the dancing 3D images. If at least, 2 of the values reach a critical balance. To make the task clear the Traveler is being asked by J.W. every 5 seconds diverse questions in her Trippish language about
„synchronicles and rhythmicophile arseters in enharmonized fieldorderings”
Traveler finally organizes a status quo on the screen, his state of trance will unquestionably be raised to a higher than ordinary state. Maximized timeframe for this scene is 8 minutes. If the Traveler can not disclose the task to himself in this given period of time, or if the task is executed, the screen freezes except for the two 3d models. The two characters are rapidly auto-multiplying in diverse size- and hue- variations. When a critical quantity is generated, the dancing crowd: the two characters’ numerous copies merge and form a self-transforming face, which is constantly and very rapidly interchanging and replacing its compounds. An articulating goa-trance face is mutating itself: an organized superbeing is trying to communicate with the Traveler. The message is audible too, yet it’s auto-mutating along with the facial expressions and features. The clear words and neologisms to be heard are
“Being” “Binding” “Freeing” “Feeling” “Freeling”.
This sequence is framed in 66 seconds.
The last neologism,
“Freeling”
is repeated in the last 21 seconds towards a clarified, monotone loop, repeated by J.W. at the last 3 times.
(The emerged goacreature’s voice is a compilation of many pre-recorded samples and choir effects.)
This scene is so uncomfortable that the two can not bear the feeling of being separated in a corralled subsistence. The ratio legit does not imply in this situation. The visual synthesis of this is trap is observed from the aspect of the double-soul, looking down on the body while stepping towards the Altar. In audio the situation is represented by screaming voices of both Celia and Shamu calling each other from inside. Digital skin is painted with wedding ornaments, body itself is moving in a wavy motive. Traveler is free to map the body by modifying the focus in the scene. As far as the TwOne reaches the Altar, fear of fear and the inanimate quality of this paradoxical inclusive exclusion from love is crystallizing the 2 souls, which escape to the Plasma, by breaking open the fragile torus of the Altar.
A multimedia can also only roughly draw the experience of fluctuations, the variations of colors in the iridescent vortex. Chaotic orders in solid solution. The Plasma fractal is demanding the Traveler to step into it by interactively adjusting some of the values. Speed, colors, the complexity of iterations of the chaotic behavior: all crying for being adjusted. Plasma sets - the subsets of the Plasma-fractal, which is observed from within – are separately adjustable. There are not many to be played around with, just a significant amount of 5 subsets. All these factors are linked to specific sound effects, which are altered along the visual base.
are parameterized by an equation state,
the Plasma-subset is crystallized and the life
of a Universe is about to close a cycle.
Plasma-subsets are Universes within Plasma-sets,
And those are Multiverses within a Multiverses.
As they melt and fold into each other,
interferences are generating scalar fields and moduli,
the expressions of dark energy.
When one of the Plasma-subsets is crystallized,
dark matter will appear in the other Plasma-subsets
where the sets are intersected.
Crystals are fluctuating just like Plasma-set and subsets,
but in another rhythm.
When a Plasma-set is completing a cycle,
all of its subsets are crystallized and slow down to an absolute minimum state,
where subatomic bonds and quantum behavior are the asymptote of zero.
A new cycle is about to begin.
As subsets are pulsing and like a Plasma-set is fluctuating,
so do cycles of the Universes within
the Plasma-sets pulse and fluctuate too.
At the absolute minimum threshold,
a new Universe is being born by asymptotic, repulsive forces: a
Plasma-subset reawakening from a long, cold dream.
When more subsets in the state of crystallized absolute minimum
reach the threshold
they will be curvilinear asymptotes of each other,
new Plasma-sets will set up.
Let’s go inside a Universe and see the stars, let’s feel our beating heart along with this
Cosmic life.”
They are at the Altar again.
The tantric fusion, in which the two are united, is sealing their oath.
Let’s listen to their vows.
A telepathic duet of consorted spirits and conjoined chakras, channel the same 8 sentences from being to being to their oneness 8 times repeated.”
of a most desirable existential experience
of imperfect perfection;
the unconditional conditioning of supreme sublimating of the selves on a path towards the climax, which is not to be reached, nor is the path to be left.
It’s a Möbius Strip merging with an Umbilic Torus in Euler Space,
to be consumed by your eyes, Traveler... “
You are divine.
We are divine
. We are divining by creation.
Find me in yourself.
I am you in myself.
Unified co-creation.
Delighted enlightenment: fusion in the light”
merging a marriage,
sublimating supreme states:
the last sigh of the 8th cycle
was the first shine of a spaced couple.
They left in ubiquitous coitus
through the exit to
non-existence
in exquisite,
whole existence.
Harmony
of Whole-holy.”
overall and far around,
it folds the planet and the Stars,
all particles are a parts.
Rainbowndage never falls”
Shamu and Celia loom
from the rainbow bloom.
Come Traveler, it’s time to disclose:
the secret source is to be disposed.”
An incredibly complex, Yet far from difficult Structure is unfolding its secrets to them.
finding perfect functions in it.
It means IT in iterations
Nearing an infinite session
Asymptotes are in all versions.”
The Junkie Whore giggles:
Brilliant, ace! ”
Which century is this? Why am I holding an Opium pipe?”
There is only a Junkie Whore,
observes in a pinhole,
which is an Opium pipe in real.
I saw her. She has been dreaming us all.
At a space-time coordinate she flies,
far away in the past or maybe not even in course.
All the Selves here in nearly endless rows
in all directions of the clock.
It’s her Selves not mine at all!”
If the System finds a perfect function, is it deleting itself?
… I am divine. You are divine.
We are divine.
We are divining by creation.
Find me in yourself.
I am you in myself.
Unified co-creation.
Delighted enlightenment: fusion in the light”
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